#gutter romance

[aventurineswife]

Aven his s/o, giving a massage to each other... 👀

“Ooh, You set my soul alight”

Summary: In Aventurine's luxurious suite, you share a sensual evening filled with massages and playful tension. As you take turns asking provocative questions, the atmosphere becomes charged with intimacy, leading to a passionate kiss that blurs the lines between relaxation and desire.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Suggestive, Romance, Intimacy, Massages, Playful Banter, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Suggestive content, mild adult themes(idk tbh-), potential for heated moments, implied intimacy.

A/N: YOUR HONOR, THOSE EYES LOOKED AT ME FIRST!

The air was thick with warmth and the soft glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the plush, velvet walls of Aventurine's suite. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils, setting the mood for a night of relaxation and intimacy.

You glanced at Aventurine as he lounged on a plush chaise, his eyes sparkling with mischief, framed by the golden rims of his glasses. His sandy-blond hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, enhancing the allure of his enigmatic smile. Dressed in his dark green, gold-accented dress shirt, the spade-shaped window at his chest hinted at the tantalizing skin beneath.

"You know, love," he drawled, his voice a low, seductive purr, "I do appreciate a good wager. But I think you might have me at a disadvantage tonight."

You chuckled, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you poured fragrant oil into your palms. "Oh? And what's the wager?"

He leaned back, a mock-serious expression crossing his face. "If I allow you to give me a massage, I'll have to return the favor. But I'm not sure if I can resist... losing myself in the moment."

"Isn't that the point?" you teased, your fingers gliding over his shoulders as he shifted to sit up, exposing more of that tempting skin.

You started with gentle kneading, your fingers finding the tense muscles in his neck. He sighed, leaning into your touch, his body responding to your ministrations. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation.

"Careful," you replied, a teasing lilt in your tone, "too much praise might get you in trouble."

He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing in the cozy space. "Trouble is my middle name. Just ask anyone in the IPC." His eyes gleamed with a hint of playful challenge.

You worked your way down his back, your fingers expertly navigating the intricate pathways of his muscles. The tension began to melt away beneath your touch, but as your hands brushed against his sides, the atmosphere shifted. Aventurine's breath hitched, a flicker of desire flashing in his eyes.

"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "there are ways to make this a bit more... exciting."

"Oh? Do tell." you replied, your heart racing as you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his skin.

With a mischievous glint, he turned to face you fully, his fingers brushing against your arm. "What if we added a bit of risk? A game of sorts?" His gaze locked onto yours, and you could feel the tension building between you, thick as the fragrant air.

"Alright, I'm listening." you said, intrigued.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "For every knot you release, you get to ask me a question. But for every question I answer, I get to return the favor... in ways you might not expect."

You felt your pulse quicken, excitement coursing through you. "Deal."

With the agreement sealed, you continued your ministrations, each stroke more deliberate, each moment laced with promise. As you worked on the knots in his shoulders, you asked your first question, "What's the biggest risk you've ever taken?"

Aventurine smirked, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Oh, that's easy. Winning my position in the IPC by betting against my own sanity." His laughter rang out, rich and inviting, sending shivers down your spine.

With each question and answer, the boundary between relaxation and desire blurred further. He responded with stories of close calls and narrow escapes, his charm intoxicating as you leaned in closer, your fingers trailing down his spine.

In turn, he began to explore your body, his touch becoming more daring, his fingers sliding over your arms and shoulders with a teasing caress. "Your turn," he prompted, a devilish smile gracing his lips. "What's your greatest fantasy?"

You felt your cheeks flush, heat radiating through your body. "Well, I've always imagined a night like this," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, "with you."

"Is that so?" he asked, leaning closer, his lips brushing against your ear, igniting a spark of electricity that coursed through you. "Then let's make that fantasy a reality."

With newfound determination, you moved to straddle his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair as you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was electrifying, a fusion of heat and hunger as he responded with fervor, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer as if he could never get enough.

You broke the kiss, breathless, and looked into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and desire. "I think we've reached a new level of intimacy."

"Indeed," he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And I'm all in for whatever happens next."

As the candles flickered and the night deepened, you both surrendered to the intoxicating thrill of risk, knowing that this evening would forever change the stakes of your hearts.

TRYING NOT TO SCREAM SO I DON'T WAKE MY PARENTS UP BUT HOLY SHIT!! 🤭 I'M KINDA-

This was written while I was half asleep so ahem

[usefulquotes7]

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars” Oscar Wilde

[nerdy-talks]

Obey Me! Nightbringer - Satan Out of Context

You are very welcome, Satan.

I'll make you feel better any time~ ( ¬‿¬ )

[thechildofmythal]

DA:I Cullen Headcanons part 3: NSFW

It gets hella steamy immediately, so:

Despite you taking contraceptive potions, Cullen often instinctively pulls out. He has been preached at by the Chantry about abstinence during his Templar training years so much that he pulls out without really meaning to. 

He does not mind, however, since he adores your body and finds cumming on your stomach or back absolutely exhilarating. He loves watching you in pleasure, and seeing you gasp in your own ecstasy while pouring his hot seed on your skin right about makes him ready for a second round.

In the most tender love making moments when the two of you are intertwined body and soul, Cullen buries his face into your neck and his seed deep inside of you while he holds your body desperately against his. Cumming inside of you seems to be for the most heartfelt moments, even though he does not actively mean it or think about it. In those moments he has his guards completely down and lets himself go in your arms.

In either case, he helps you with cleaning up afterwards. In the afterglow he has colour on his otherwise pale cheeks, and he loves to chat and joke in a low tone while sharing kisses. He often carries you to get washed together. Ever since he started sharing his bed - or desk - with you, he has made sure to keep extra towels in his privy to accommodate you.

[tojisun]

the potential of this to be dark!ghost or dark!price but in a, somewhat, different way.

dark!ghost who is unintentionally clingy and possessive and overwhelming – a reaction born from his fear that you will be hurt. that without him to protect you and care for you and provide for you, then you won’t make it. he needs to know everything about you, from the little things to the big things (from your schedule to how many socks you own). he needs to have control over what happens in your life.

dark!price, on the other hand, who is deliberate in what he does; who, from the first time he saw you, already had clear intentions to isolate you to the point that you would be dependent on him. he wants to be the only one you turn to, the only one you trust. the only one you would ever need. price doesn’t just want to have control over your life, no. he wants to own you.

[snailvibes]

I finished life is strange True Colors

[kestalsblog]

There’s just something about men crying.. 😍

[hauntedheroines]

Berserk and the Villain/Hero ship

I’ve just finished watching Berserk on Netflix and read spoilers for the manga.

Honestly, to me Griffith/Guts is way more than subtext. Male villain/male hero is not even my favorite thing, but there were some tropes which I think are delicious:

Used to be friends

Dragging you to the gutter with me

The Queen King and her his Champion

Roaring Rampage of Romance

Also some parallels to other OTPs:

Naraku/Kikyo: Can’t admit his love yet keeps doing everything to possess or kill the object of his affection. Allows his crippled body to be taken by demons, keeping his ambition, but (supposedly) taking away his basic emotions. Guts reflects that, by then, Griffith/Femton will never be satisfied with anything he wins, because winning had become his only drive and he will always want more. Griffith/Femton’s dream is unable to fill the void left by the lost of his humanity. Even though he claims his feelings are gone, he can’t bring himself to kill Guts .

Jaime/Cersei: Guts served as his weapon and shield, fighting and committing crimes on Griffith’s name, but the moment he desires to become his own person, Griffith loses his mind. Which could have been avoided if Griffith could have been a little more honest with himself about needing someone or something besides power, and climbing down his pedestal for someone once.

Buffy/Angelus: Griffith loses his soul and does sadistic things to Guts due to his complex feelings and motivation: revenge against Guts for distracting him from his dream, for leaving him, ways to assert possessiveness over Guts or to assert emotions no longer detain him from anything, not even hurting Guts.

Henry/Abby (Harper’s Island): Griffith has a dream that drives his every choice and he never thought Guts might not be included in it until his rejection. After he leaves, Griffith has a torturous time in his hand to reflect on what the pursuit of his dream has cost him and what is the price yet to be paid by him and by Guts. The price is sacrificing their friends, and Guts can’t understand how Griffith could have betrayed everyone that stood by him, how can anyone be so cold. The others were just a means to an end - Guts was his only friend, and his true love.

Alina/Darkling: He inspires fear in his enemies and loyalty on his followers. Alina was eager to win his approval before his betrayal. He believes no one could be his equal except for her.

Could there have been more scenes developing their “friendship” before their separation? Definitely. If I could go back, I’d skip the pointless war and court schemes from episode to 8 to 18 (maybe watch episode 12 for backstory).

Nonetheless, it was a gay v/h that for once feels rather tragic, and not just sexual. For instance, watching episode 7 “The Sword Master” I honestly thought and still believe it was a reciprocate gay desire back then, though Guts didn’t quite fully grasp it.

He moves to Casca because it’s the obvious choice - because she is a woman, definitely, but also because she is emotionally available to him in a way Griffith never was. He never displayed vulnerability to Guts, and only becomes aware of his own after losing him. Guts even listens to Griffith claim that he doesn’t see them as equals. In between his dream and Guts, Guts would always come second to Griffith - at least so they believed to be true then. Princess Charlotte was Griffith‘s fastest and easiest way to power. Griffith had no future to offer Guts.

Right now I’m reading analysis by bthump, so make sure you check her out for a deeper understanding of the ship.

[mermaidsirennikita]

when my birthday is around the corner my mom starts hunting older romances I covet on eBay and she’s like “wow if you’re ever in a tight spot your first edition copy of Dreaming of You could get a good chunk of change” and first off I am not wealthy and therefore I had to get a more worn/waterstained copy which is still expensive (for me) lol but not pristine and second even if I did have a copy that would go for like $250 I sadly do not think I’d have the heart to sell it because I’m insane

[butchviking]

looking over my posts from after syd2 & crying bc i already miss my chemical romance so much

[notthemayor]

most women are amateurs

most men are desperate so they're owned by amateurs

i was raised by _____ and _________ so they can keep missing me with that 'fall in love' bullshit or some 'soulmate' shenanigans

[frnkonthefloor]

[monocordum]

Cicero, BTW, is the same one that suggests using nobiscum 'with us' (lit. us + with), when speaking in public, instead of cum nobis, because the latter sounds too similar to cunnum 'cunt' and you don't want senators to snicker at your words when you're threatening Catilina, do you?

Hodie nobiscum est in obscaenis *sighs in sermo vulgaris*

been reading cicero's rant about words being given obscene meanings and i don't think i've ever seen a latin sentence that made me burst into such immediate and violent laughter before

[alohapromisesforever]

Demons, When They're Not Concealed

Demons, When They're Not Concealedby Michael DoyleCreatures of the night, they dareTo truly live; knowing life is rareHaving taken enough of it to knowThey are here to enjoy death's showIt's important to know saints have a pastAnd every sinner has potential to outlastThe wrongs they once lived their lives forUntil they become saints to even the scoreDemons, when they're not concealedAre, only, to…

[asterdeer]

got to another gale romance scene. im fine about it btw. if you wanted to know. there will be no ill effects on my psyche or my poor little romance-rotted brain. if you were thinking of asking. im fine why do you even ask

[dollgxtz]

Sleepy Crow

Word Count: 1.8k words

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!

AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333

Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.

As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows followed him, a steady drumming that seemed to fill every corner of the place. He took off his sodden jacket and hung it up, feeling the weight of it pulling him down. He walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors, trying his hardest to be quiet. Mephisto was perched on his cage (not that he was ever really in it, it was more for decor) tilting his head when he saw Sylus brush past him but not making any sound himself.

He made his way to the bedroom chambers, deciding to make sure you were where you belonged. Peeking his head in the bedroom doorway, he saw your sleeping figure, chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. He smirked, closing the door behind him as he entered. He was happy you finally seemed to be getting some rest.

Your insomnia had been getting worse, and he'd been getting worried when he saw you were often messaging him at 4 am, sometimes as late as 8 am with no sleep. Of course he’d offer to have you over, to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear until you succumbed to sleep, but he couldn’t always. Sometimes business was needed to be handled, and for those nights he had gotten you the best sleep medication that money could buy. You had been weary about taking them at first, but he had assured you that the side effects were basically none. He had made sure of it.

Sylus made his way to the bathroom, proceeding to rid himself of the damp clothes clinging to his skin. A quick shower and then he could finally curl up next to his little crow. Not that he would be sleeping yet, but it was nice to watch you dream. Sometimes you’d whine or make little noises, which he found absolutely adorable. He wondered what you dreamt about sometimes, but you had refused to answer much to his annoyance.

The hot water felt amazing after being gone practically all night. He washed all the blood and dirt from his skin, examining all of his various injuries. He had a run in with a few “pests” that he quickly exterminated, but they had managed to get a few nicks on him. He touched his arm where the biggest cut was, his Evol immediately snaking around it and healing it faster than he could blink. He did the same for the others, feeling brand new once more.

Some time passed before he finally turned the water off, dried himself, and slipped into a pair of boxers. He slowly made his way into the bedroom, hoping that he wasn't being too loud but you were out like a light. Sleeping like a rock.

Sylus slipped in bed next to you, sighing with pleasure as the soft mattress sunk beneath his weight. It felt heavenly. He turned to put his arm around you, trying to get as comfortable as possible so he could hold you. He softly kissed the corner of your ear, his head starting to swim with thoughts. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable enough to possibly fall asleep with you.

But he couldn't.

He had been laying in bed for thirty minutes just thinking. He thought about all the business arrangements he needed to finish. Tonight had been…messy. No doubt he had made some new enemies. How impatient he was getting about the new weaponry he had bought from Spain. They should be arriving soon, but it had been taking forever.

How he wanted to feel your tight cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Sylus stiffened, attempting to rid his head of these thoughts about you. His efforts were in vain though, as he was already rocking a semi hard on that was steadily growing into a full erection.

Obviously there was nothing he could do about it. You were sleeping after all. And not only that, it's not like he could wake you to do anything anyways. He hates quickies, they bored him. He likes to take his time. To take in your reactions, your faces, and your noises. Besides that, you were taking a pretty high dose of your sleeping meds and he kinda doubted he could wake you even if he really tried.

This thought stirred in his head for a bit.

Yeah...you wouldn't wake even if he tried. He sighed with a twinge of pleasure as he pressed his erection against the soft cotton of your underwear. The pressure felt immaculate, and if he hadn't been gone all night he probably could've finished just by pressing himself against you. You were the only girl ever that could make him finish that quickly.

But it wasn't enough. He needed more. It had been a bit since he touched you like this.

You moved a bit in your sleep, letting out a small whine. He leaned over you to get a better look at your face. Still sleeping, mouth open slightly ajar. You were so fucking pretty when you slept.

“Such a sleepy kitten” he growled lowly, snaking his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear. He didn’t know why, but the mere sight of your sleeping face was getting him worked up. You looked so docile, so vulnerable. He wanted you. Sylus began to tug them down slowly.

This was very wrong. He knew this and yet he couldn't stop. He kept going, making empty promises to himself that he would only take a peek. He just wanted to see you. All of you.

Sylus froze has he finally pulled your underwear down to your legs, practically breathless at the site of your cunt at his fingertips.

"Fuck..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from pressing a finger between your folds. He watched you carefully for any signs of discomfort or movement, but you were still fast asleep as he pushed his finger in. You were warm, inviting even. It's like your pussy was sucking his finger in, deeper and deeper. He slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Soon enough, your cunt was slightly wet, spots of your slick forming on the backs of your legs near your pussy. Pulling out, he practically shivered with excitement.

Sylus was quick to put his fingers in his mouth, savoring every drop of you. You tasted so sweet to him, the best flavor he ever had the honor to try. He wanted nothing more than to dive head first into the source and lap it up. But his erection was so starting to bother him. It was rock hard, and throbbing ever so slightly, begging to be freed.

He had to have you. And he had to have you now.

He pulled his erection through the hole in his boxers, beginning to stroke himself with an intense grip. Groaning as quietly as he could, he stared at your wet and welcoming cunt. He swore it was just begging to be filled by every inch of his cock. Still wanting him, even when you were asleep.

"You’re so pretty sweetie" he whispered in your ear, closing his eyes as electrifying pulses of pleasure crashed through him. Sylus told himself he should stop now, but it was past that point. He knew himself better than that. His mind was already made up, no matter how much he was trying to talk himself out of it.

Turning you a bit more on your side, he readied the fat head of his tip to your entrance. You stirred once again, mumbling incoherent nothings before becoming silent again. Sylus chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the tip of your ear as he stroked himself a few more times.

As he sinks his tip into your tight entrance, his precum smears all over your hole. He shudders with intensity, trying his best to hold back a groan, worried that making too much noise next to your ear would wake you. He pushes further and further until he can't possibly sink himself into you anymore. You squirm, letting out another whine, this one a bit louder than the last.

"Im sorry kitten…" Sylus coos, laying his head behind yours as he fucks you with a slow, rhythmic pace. "Just need to cum in what’s mine. Be a good girl and stay asleep for me”.

He rests one of his hands on your hip, trying to keep from shaking you too much as he continually plunges himself inside you. You were warm, your gummy walls constantly tightening around him. He moans your name over and over like a prayer, feeling lost in your walls. The soft clap of his skin meeting your ass echoes a bit in the room.

"You're fucking made for me. Look at you sweetie, tightening around me, trying to squeeze me dry even when you're sleeping" he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to bliss.

His thrusts became sloppy and he had to slow himself, trying to savor every moment he had inside of what essentially felt like heaven. He had been wanting to fill you for days. Images of his seed erupting onto the walls of your fertile pussy, eventually giving you a nice, round tummy that would grow his baby filled his head and he couldn't stop himself from finishing anymore.

As his hot ropes of sticky cum shoot against the walls of your womb, he accidently grips your hip a bit tighter than he meant to. You yelp, and he quickly rubbed his hand over the spot he'd hurt you, ensuring you remained asleep. He checks the spot and sees some slight bruising already starting to form and curses himself silently for losing control and hurting you. His Evol was quick to move over the injury where his hand lay, instantly restoring your skin back to a healed state. Sylus was amazed he could even do that. His Evol had only ever healed him. It wasn’t until you came along that it had ever revealed that kind of power and it didn’t work for anyone else either.

"Shh shh, its ok. Just be still, I'm almost done filling you up darling…”

Once his orgasmic high subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath before watching as his cum pooled out of you. He took his finger and scooped as much of it as he could gather before gently pushing it back within your folds. Feeling satisfied with his work, he pulled your panties up before finally pulling the cover back over you.

"There you go. Gotta keep my seed where it belongs so you can make us a baby. Right kitten?" he chuckled, finally feeling tired enough to cuddle you and fall asleep.