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jyoongim · 2 months

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I love your stories, they are fantastic and feed my daydreams to a intensely gratifying degree.

I am curious if you would entertain the idea of writing an Alastor and fem reader as battle partners and occasional lovers. She’s a fox demon that has been around for centuries and is very powerful. She is indispensable to him in battle but she helps him take care of his baser urges especially during his rut.

I beg you!

Thank youuuuuu

note: i kept this rather suggestive hehe.

Alastor x Kitsune! Fem Reader

“So what’s with the fox? Didn’t take smiles to be much of a dog person” Angel said to Husker as the black fox trotted past him, walking towards said demon sitting on the sofa, rubbing against his legs before jumping up and curling up in his lap.

Husker shook his head, grumbling “Listen, that’s one thing you don’t want to know about. Trust me” he chugged at his bourbon.

Angel rolled his eyes at the cat demon, “Oh c’mon! Tell me! What do Mr. Fancytalk need with a pet? ” He whined. Husker ignored him, thinking sooner or later the spider will figure it out.

Charlie and Vaggie entered the lobby, overhearing the conversation. Angel turned his sight to Vaggie “Hey Vagina do you know the deal with the strawberry pimp’s pet?”

Vaggie sighed ”When Alastor manifested in this realm it was absolute chaos! some have speculated what unimaginable forces enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing for sure, he holds an unpredictable source of danger, the kind we shouldn’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!” Angel deadpanned “that’s doesn’t really answer my questions toots”

Vaggie pointed towards the red demon, at the black fox “rumor has it the fox is the reason he’s so powerful”

Angel sucked his teeth “Ill believe when I see it”

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You napped on the bed of your shared room as Alastor sat out on the balcony enjoying the view of Pentagram City.

A loud BANG! Was heard and suddenly there was a massive hole knocked into the hotel.

A giant blimp was outside the hotel and a snake demon was declaring a fight against Alastor.

Alastor joined Charlie and the others at the entrance of the hotel, very much amused at the pathetic display.

”Who are you?” He asked

”I am the great Sir Pentigous! Your fiercest enemy!…We literally battled last week”

Alastor tilted his head, leaning on his cane “Well you would think I remembered you”

The snake demon hissed and went to charge up his weapons.

”Uuugghh Alastor? Aren’t you gonna do something about him? Aren’t you suppose to protect the hotel or something?” angel asked, hands on his hips. Alastor grinned ”Aah yes” he snapped his fingers.

Thick, inky black smoke billowed from the ground as a thunderous growl was heard.

”Holy fucking hell!”

A Giant beast emerged from the ground and immediately took the bump into its mouth and shook like a dog would a toy.

Several appendages swirled as the beast tore into the machine like it was paper.

The snake demon fell to the ground, trying to back away as the massive black beast snapped its sharp teeth at him, making him cower.

”now now my dear you’ve done enough” Alastor said, causing everyone to look at him confused?

The black beast huffed before black smoke surrounded it.

Walking out of the smoke, holding the snake demon was a…

”THE FOX???!!” Angel exclaimed

You dragged the demon by his hood, baring your sharp teeth at him as he cowered behind Charlie.

You frowned at Alasto as you turned to him, ears flattening

You hands were at your hips as your tails swirled behind you “You woke me up for that?! Please at least let it be a challenge next time”

Alastor snickered as he pulled you into his side, grin turning Cheshire as you nuzzled him anyway.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their face.

The cute black fox that often roamed the hotel was actually a demon?!

”told you would have found out sooner or later” Husker said.

”A-Alastor w-what?” Charlie stuttered, as Vaggie barged through pointing her spear at you and Alastor.

Your eyes narrowed as you stood in front of Alastor, growling at her, claws flexing in case she made a move. Your tails spiked.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Alastor grinned, peaking through one of your tails

”This darling of mine is that ‘unpredictable source of choas’. Isn’t she a doll?”

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“Soooo you two are like a thing? How the fuck? What he own your soul or something?” Angel asked sipping his martini.

You smirked.

You had been with Alastor for a while now. You met the red deer when he first came to hell. He was running a muck in your territory, taking away the souls that you enjoyed tormenting. You, the ‘Kitsune Demon’, would not be intimidated by some newbie. So you fought Alastor.

Who won? No one knows but many often saw the Radio Demon entering and existing your domain without consequence afterwards.

You and the Radio Demon had a very simple relationship. Your ancient power gave him legitimacy in status as well as your presence on his arm.

You were his best weapon in a battle and a great companion.

You might have looked scary, but only the lanky demon had seen you in your most vulnerable state.

You looked so pretty taking his cock and covered in cum.

”No he doesn’t own my soul and a thing? If you mean I warm his bed and keep him in check for the most part? Then yes” you said bluntly, making the spider gawk.

”you fuck that? That makes a lot of sense now” angel mumbled.

Speaking of fucking, you sniffed at the air. Alastor’s rut was approaching. You had to take care of that.

You left the confused spider as you disappeared in a smoky mist.

”Did you know those two get freaky?” angel turned to Husker, making the cat roll his eyes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #jyoongim #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut

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shiny-jr · 2 months

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Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

#twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #malleus draconia #twst malleus #yandere malleus draconia

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sanriothot · 4 months

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SHOWER SURPRISE

Dick Grayson x Female! Reader

Summary: You try joining Dick in the shower for some time together and it backfires.

Warning: SMUT! NSFW! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI OR YOU WILL GET BLOCKED! hickeys, oral (m receiving), pet names (babe + baby), please don’t do sexc time in the shower, you might hurt yourself ☹️ also no beta, we die like robins

Word Count: 1,168

A/N: look at me, two fics a couple days apart! I saw a writing prompt with this plot years ago and i’ve always wanted to write it! I just wanted to let everyone know that requests are open! I’m still working on finishing work from my drafts but I don't mind working on other ideas. just make sure to check faq before requesting. Ofc reblogs and replies are always appreciated 💖

This wasn’t part of your plan. Not part of the plan at all.

You scrambled out of the freezing cold shower and clambered for your bathrobe that hung on the door of your shared bathroom. Water dripped all over the floor but you were more focused on getting warm.

“Baby?!” Dick gasped, it was hard to miss the shock in his voice. His head popped out from behind the sliding shower door, his eyes wide and jaw already on the floor. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes glaze over at his muscular frame, only slightly obscured by the frosted glass of the shower door. it’s not like you haven’t seen him undressed before but you can’t help but to ogle at him with no shame.

You wanted to surprise Dick by joining him for his post-patrol shower. Help him get off the sweat and grime from a long night and maybe get him dirty in a different way. But you forget one key piece of information.

Dick typically takes cold showers after patrols.

“Yes, just-“ Goosebumps sprinkled across your dark skin, most of it still exposed despite how tightly you wrapped yourself up in your bathrobe. You caught yourself almost letting your teeth chatter while continuing to speak to your boyfriend. “Just so cold.”

“Come back in, I’m gonna warm up the shower.” Dick moves towards the faucet of the walk in shower. A squeak rings out as it turns and slowly the bathroom mirror begins to fog up from steam.

“C’mon, Babe,” He stretches his arm out for you.

You strip your robe off slowly. It’s not like Dick is lying about warming up the shower but that small part of your mind still can’t get over the shock of the cold water. You fully expect to get drenched with bone chilling water for the second time tonight.

“I promise, it’s warm, baby.” As if he could read your mind (or just read your body language, being that he was adopted by the world’s greatest detective).

You step in the shower once again now greeted by warm water and the sweet smile of your boyfriend.

“There you are. I really thought you were going to ditch me for a second.”

You took the suds covered loofah from out of his hand and gently ran it across his chest. You giggle to yourself before answering “Almost did.”

You and Dick go through your entire shower routine together, occasionally sprinkling in small talk on how your day went.

Soon, You’re rinsing each other off, the soap swirling down the drain. Dick drags his hands up and down the sides of your body, the water running down the both of you. He’s completely smitten with you after feeling so well taken care after a long night.

He leans in, dusting kisses across your face, making it distracting you from rinsing the soap from his inky black hair. He’s teasing you. Each kiss, you think he’ll finally kiss on your lips but the kiss lands somewhere else instead.

After a while, you had enough of his game. you tangle your fingers into his hair and guide his lips to yours.

Dick let out a whimper, he pressed your body against the shower wall, deeping this kiss. His hands roamed your body, fingers massaging your ass and the other hand squeezing your boob. He kisses the corner of your mouth, to cheek and then your jawline. Finally, he works his way down your neck, kisses getting sloppier as he goes. Your breaths get deeper while he sucks on the crook of your neck, grazing his teeth on it before dragging his tongue. Your neck is covered in hickeys but couldn’t care less, the only thing on your mind is making sure you and Dick have a great time and enjoy the moment.

“I need to know if you want this,” Dick says.

You look into his baby blue eyes with so much excitement. “I want this.”

“On your knees, now.”

You slowly drop to your knees, making sure to steady yourself as not to fall on the tile floor. His dick already hard, your fingers wrap around it, giving him a couple pumps. You let your tongue swirl on the tip, getting a taste of the precum that was already leaking out. Your lips work its way past his tip, taking your sweet time to suck him off.

“I know you can take it or am I too big for you?” You both lock eyes as he smirks, clearly teasing you.

And at the moment, you thought fuck taking your sweet time.

Your hands move to his thighs and squeeze them, letting your nails slightly dig into his skin to ground. You increase your speed, head bobbing with all caution thrown out. Your mind was already made, you were determined to work your way down his shaft. Coaxing more moans and whimpers out of Dick as you continue sucking him off. You can’t help but to moan at the filthy sounds you were making in the process.

You got yourself as close to his hilt as you could, your mouth adjusting to his size before Dick grabs the back of your head and thrusts.

“That’s right. Every inch of me.” He groans out.

You're completely at his mercy, your mind can only focus on how good this feels while you deep throat him. He slowly pulls out before thrusting again and again, working up to steady pace to fuck you to. He was kidding about taking every inch of him because god, you could feel how big he was. Your eyes glassy as a mix of drool and precum drips down your chin, trying your best not to choke.

“Don’t stop, baby. I’m so close-“ He moans, his hips rutting into your mouth, his self control slipping. Each trust was getting sloppier than the last. The water from the shower runs down every crevice of his toned body. He can help but babble about how great you feel and how much he wants you, his mind already blessed out.

And that’s when it happens. One last thrust that kisses the back of your throat. Dick moans and pants, his chest rising and falling as he fills your mouth with his hot sticky cum.

You mew, making sure to suck every last drop before your lips let go with a pop. You’re already aware that you probably look like a hot mess. Saliva and leftover cum that you couldn’t swallow running down your mouth. Your pupils are blown out with stray tears. And if it wasn’t for the shower cap you had on, you know hair would’ve been ruined too.

But you didn’t mind at all, loving making Dick a wreck.

Dick leans over, twists the faucet off.

“C’mere, I’m not done with you.” He pulls you up to feet again, cupping your face before diving in for another kiss. His tongue brushes past your lips to get a taste of you and himself.

#batman imagine #nightwing imagine #dc imagine #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #nightwing smut #dick grayson smut

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custardcrazy · 11 months

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true connection

summary: Your boyfriend returns to you after a short disappearance (to who knows where). (gn!reader)

wordcount: 2.4k

A/N: set after peter gets dropped back to his universe. established relationship woohooooo!!!!!!!! (too lazy to write friends to lovers rn but i really want to)

You weren't sure what happened to Peter when he vanished, but there was definitely something different about him when he returned.

It was late, the sky an inky blue by the time you'd attempted to go to bed. Filtered through the small gap you left in your bedroom window were the sounds of the city at night: cars passing by, the occasional angry horn, pumping music from a couple of doors down.

You didn't mind any of that. You could deal with the noise, of course.

But what caused you to jump up and push all your covers aside was a familiar knock on the glass.

It'd been years since he'd stopped showing up at your window, but lo and behold: there he was.

To your mild relief, he didn't look injured or anything. Just a little scruffier than usual.

Before, when he'd leave for certain periods of time, that usually meant he was off fighting some big bad alongside other superheroes. However, he always told you before he left to fight said big bad; this time, he was just up and gone. Apartment empty, things scattered around as if a tornado had swept through the small space.

It was only natural to assume the worst.

So, when he climbed through your window, landing maybe a little clumsily, you were torn between bombarding him with questions or clinging to him like some sort of touch-starved koala. After all, you'd been worried. To say the very least. But you didn't speak yet, as he stood up straight and rolled his shoulders.

The air hung low, for a moment. His gaze met yours. Searching.

And then, his arms were around you. You were encapsulated by familiarity -- his were hands you knew, hands you'd held and kissed and examined countless times, even when frustratingly covered by his suit. You could feel the slight scratch of stubble as he pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering.

"I missed you." Voice low, though it trembled a little. There was something else besides the normal homesickness that you were accustomed to.

"I missed you too," you echoed. Peter seemed content to just look at you for now. Now, his thumb was tracing your cheek. You let the tenderness of the action sink in, before breaking the silence. "Where were you?"

And how important was it, for him not to let you know?

His mouth opened as if he was going to speak, but he closed it soon after. A crease formed between his furrowed brows. "Uh," he began, "it's … a really long story. I'd try and explain it to you, but you'd probably think I was crazy or something." The corner of his mouth quirked up, and you couldn't help but match it.

"You've fought countless outright bizarre villains -- I think I can handle it."

There was another scratchy kiss pressed affectionately to your forehead. "I bet you could."

"But, really." Even though he was smiling, you knew he was being serious. "I wasn't kidding. It's a really long story, and I don't really feel like doing the whole play-by-play right now."

You exhaled slowly. "That's fine. But you'll tell me … eventually, right?"

"Of course I will." Peter inclined his head a fraction of an inch, dipping more into your space. "I just need a really, really long hot shower and then a really, really long nap." He huffed out a quiet laugh. "And maybe a grilled cheese."

"I think that's possible." You dropped your eyes for a second, thinking, then quickly met his once more. Naturally, he was downplaying his own exhaustion -- but again, you'd known him long enough that even his strong and practiced attempts at hiding his own weakness were easy to decipher. Obviously, he was worn. Tired. He always carried it on his back and shoulders, and especially in his eyes.

"There's definitely some of your old clothes around here somewhere, if you wanted to use my shower."

At that, Peter's smile widened. Sure, it wasn't an all-out grin, but it was just as sweet. From your close proximity, you could pick out the beginnings of crow's feet making their idents; sure, you were well aware that he wasn't the fondest of the few wrinkles that were forming on his face.

Honestly, though? They only made him more attractive.

"You're a lifesaver," he gushed, "seriously." Hesitating for a second, he added: "But could you indicate which towels I can use? I'd feel guilty for stealing yours."

"Like last time?"

"... That was three years ago."

Reluctantly, you detangled yourself from his arms. "And yet, I still remember."

"I'm a changed man, okay? You can trust me. Stealing is against my moral code."

As you headed the short distance to the bathroom, Peter stuck close to you. Even if he wasn't holding you anymore, he didn't seem keen on leaving your side just now. His arm brushed yours as you moved past him to get to the closet.

"These -- and those, too, if you want." It took a little effort to reach around the various piles of things, but you handed him a towel. Bright cyan, with seashell patterns. "That's big enough, right?

"Looks like it," he affirmed. "Thanks. I'll be out in a jiff."

As if. Whenever he said that it'd take him at least half an hour. You wouldn't be surprised if your water bill suddenly skyrocketed.

You retired to the living room, flicking on the television. Some late-night old movie reruns that looked semi-interesting, even if the video quality was a little shot, and the Transatlantic accents a little too smooth. Since the bathroom wasn't too far from the living room, you could distantly hear the water running in the background.

"But Richard, no, I, I -- " pleaded the female lead, gazing at her man with nearly-teary eyes.

" -- You've got to listen to me," he interrupted, nearly void of emotion in comparison. "Do you have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten we'd both wind up in a concentration camp."

It wasn't long before Peter emerged, hair damp and the seashell towel around his waist. A distinct cloud of steam wafted from the bathroom as he approached you, thankfully not dripping water onto the carpet. Even so, you could still notice some drops lingering on his shoulders and whatnot.

"I'm guessing my leftovers are in your room," he said, a little pink in the face from what you assumed had been a burning hot shower.

"Probably," you answered, getting up from the couch. "Let's see."

After some rifling around in your dresser, you found them -- gray sweatpants, some worn plaid sleep shorts, an assortment of boxers, and a couple of ancient tee shirts which were probably old enough to legally own property. All the clothing got unceremoniously tossed at Peter, who looked mildly amused.

"You should assign me my own drawer." Checking the shorts for holes, he paused to grin at you. "I bet there's even more stuff in there, huh?"

Leaning back to sit on your heels, you sighed. "There's definitely more. But trying to find it all would be like trying to find buried treasure without a map."

"And in this case, 'treasure' would be an extremely faded Daily Bugle sweatshirt." He raised his eyebrows. "Speaking of. I want that back, please."

"Hey, it's really comfy, okay?"

By the time you managed to rearrange the rightful contents of the drawers you'd thrown into a state of chaos, Peter had put on a shirt and the sleep shorts -- the latter were maybe a bit too small, but it wasn't like you were complaining. And it didn't seem like he cared, either, yawning widely as he stretched his arms to the sky.

You stood up, mirroring his stretch. "Tired?"

"You bet." He rubbed his eyes a little, before running his fingers through his hair; that ever-present lock of hair falling onto his forehead. "Are you?"

"I was just about to go to bed when you showed up, so … " You absentmindedly fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Yeah."

"Oh, sorry 'bout that." Suddenly sheepish, he scratched the back of his neck. "I wasn't really thinking about the inconvenient time. I just wanted -- "

" -- to see me?" You finished.

The Peter of years prior would've ducked his head shyly. And, sure, that in itself was adorable, and would've made you go a little crazy. However, this Peter maintained eye contact, and nodded firmly, dropping his arm back to his side.

Your heart did a neat double backflip.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "I did. Like I said earlier … I missed you. A lot."

The look in his eyes was genuine and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm glad you're back, Peter."

The morning eased its way into your room, rays of sunlight trickling through your window and onto your face.

You could hear the whirring of air-conditioning from the apartment above yours, as well as a couple of birds chirping. However, the sounds that overpowered the rest were the usual city ones: the aggressive morning commuters paired with the train passing by, clacking loudly on the tracks.

His arm was slung over you, face somewhere near your shoulder or the top of your head. And he was completely dead to the world, quietly snoring near your ear. You smiled a little -- he smelled like your soap now, and not that three-in-one shampoo that he used. It was a nice change.

For a little while, you remained laying there, enjoying the moment. He was warm, of course. Very comfy. A lot less sarcastic when he was asleep.

Though, eventually, you did have to get up in order to make breakfast.

With some effort and finesse, you wiggled out from under Peter's arm and scooted off the bed very slowly. To your relief, he was still basically unconscious, and just rolled over as you left the room, the wooden floor cold under your bare soles.

There was some pancake mix left in your pantry, and although you were still a little groggy, making pancakes was practically second nature to you by now. Just like boxed macaroni and cheese. Or instant ramen, even if that didn't really count as cooking.

By the time you'd loaded up a plate with the fruits of your labor, he was awake, practically lumbering into the kitchen.

Upon sighting the food, he immediately moved to snatch a pancake straight from the plate. With no preamble whatsoever. Not even a 'please'. You knew by now it was futile to try and stop him, so you just let him take it.

By the time he had half of it in his mouth, he finally spoke, words garbled by the food. " 'Morning."

"Good morning to you, too." You tried not to comment on his lack of manners. "Sleep well?"

He swallowed and leaned in to plant a kiss on your temple. "Excellently, actually." Pulling back, he brushed a couple of errant strands of hair out of his face; speaking of, his hair was sticking wildly in multiple directions, and he hadn't bothered to fix it just now. "I haven't slept that well in ages."

Idly, he split the half of a pancake he was holding in half, lost in thought. "Scratch that. Maybe I have? After you helped me get that new bedframe from IKEA or wherever."

"Yeah," you agreed, "seriously, why didn't you get a new one earlier? I didn't even know you were using just the mattress."

He shrugged. "Couldn't fit the thing in the moving van."

"Oh."

Soon, you were both seated in front of the television, pancakes in tow. Peter flipped through the channels, before settling on the news. It was all normal stuff -- traffic backups, strings of petty theft, a new office building, et cetera. For a bit, you sat in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the ones that weaved their way in from outside, and the noise coming from the TV.

Even though there was more space on the couch, neither of you wanted to move away from each other.

Peter's head fell to rest on your shoulder. Instinctively, you wrapped your arm around him, and he audibly sighed, scooching closer.

"So," you said, after a few seconds. "How long are you gonna stay here? Your apartment's a mess, isn't it?"

"Do you want me gone that bad?" He volleyed back, teasing. "Then, no, I'm not leaving. I'm gonna mooch off your food, money, and WiFi -- forever."

"Peter -- " you couldn't help but snicker, "you know what I meant."

"Okay, okay." Dropping the snark, you could practically hear the grimace in his voice. "Later today, most likely. You're right, I do have to clean all that crap up." Barely audibly, he muttered, "god, I hate cleaning."

"I know, I know." You leaned your head against his, not even paying attention to the news lady going on about some sort of rain pattern. "Seriously, though. Did a bomb go off in there or something? When I went to check on you, it sure looked like it."

There was a noticeable pause before he responded, as if he was trying to figure out the best way to phrase what he was saying.

"Uh, I swear I'm being honest, okay?" He began. "I'm not joking or anything. Really.”

“But no, it wasn't a bomb, it was a … a portal.” He inhaled slowly. “And I got sucked through it. Some of my stuff got messed up because of its sucking." He made a couple of motions with the hand that wasn't resting limply on his thigh.

"A portal? Like, a Doctor Strange portal?"

"No, no, not like that." More hand gestures. "It was to another dimension. And that was why I didn't get any of your calls."

After the initial shock -- honestly, it made sense. It had seemed like he'd just straight-up disappeared right off the face of the Earth. Sure, he got busy, but usually, your voicemails never went unanswered.

"Oh, okay," you replied, calmly.

He sat straight up, looking at you with more than a little bewilderment. "... 'Oh, okay?'" He repeated. "That's it? You're not gonna question it?"

You shrugged lightly.

"Why should I?"

Just like you, it only took him a split second to recover.

"Fair enough."

He was back to leaning on you before he spoke again. "So … I'm assuming that you wanna hear all about my thrilling adventures?" Smirking, he sounded pleased with himself. "I became a mentor, you know. And saved every single alternate universe ever."

"Oh, really?"

When he kissed you, you reciprocated without hesitation. He tasted very faintly of chocolate chips -- and lingered again, before finally pulling away.

"Really," he said.

You smiled.

"Tell me all about it, then."

#peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x you #peter b parker imagine #peter parker x reader #spiderverse x reader

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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hello!!

I've seen a couple of your fics coming across my recommended and I love them!! you write amazingly. They get me smiling every time!

I have no idea if your requests are open and I've never requested a fic before so please feel free to ignore this haha

I was wondering if you would want to write a piece about the marauders (preferably poly!marauders but only one is perfect too) where the reader is super stressed about an upcoming test? I have a massive test coming up worth 30% of my grade and I have never done something this big I don't even know where to start studying.

Anyway sorry this is so long, I hope you have an amazing rest of your day/evening and thank you!

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! Hope you have an amazing day/evening as well <3

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 637 words

“I don’t know how to do this,” you say, fingers pushing into your temples. “It’s too much.”

“You’ve got it,” Sirius replies, flipping the page in his book. He’s spread out like a cat next to you on the couch, oozing calm. It’s vaguely irritating. “Just look over your notes, babe.”

Look over them? “This is, like, a huge percentage of my grade.” You shake your head, overwhelmed. You feel like you’re caught up in a tornado. Or maybe more like you can see a tornado about to catch you up, and don’t know how to get ready for it. It seems like you might just sit here until you get swept away. “I can’t just memorize all of my notes.”

“So just memorize the important ones.”

“I don’t know which ones are important!” You sound shrill even to your own ears, and Sirius looks over in surprise, the ease sapping from his expression. “I don’t know what’s going to be on the test, and if I don’t prepare well enough I’m going to fail, so I need to figure it out but I don’t know how to tell—”

“Hey, hey, baby.” Sirius sets down his book to take your hand, forcing you to drop the pen you didn’t realize you’ve been tapping anxiously against your leg. The side of your knee is a mishmash of inky lines. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to tease you. I know this test is important.” His touch soothes over your hand, uncurling your fingers and brushing up against your pulse. “Have you never studied for something like this before?”

“No,” you huff. It comes out more like a sigh, your frustration losing steam.

His eyebrows pinch. “I’m sorry,” he says again. Earnest. “We’ll do it together, okay?”

Sirius doesn’t wait for a response, reaching past you to dig in your pencil case. He pulls out a highlighter and bends down to your level, hunched over your papers. “We just scan them for the parts that seem most important, and highlight those. That way we can concentrate on the main points to memorize. That’s what works for me, at least.”

You look over at your boyfriend, perplexed. “Do you study?”

He flashes a grin like a sheep hidden behind a wolf. “Don’t tell. But yes, occasionally the answers don’t just come to me intuitively,” he shrugs, “in which case some effort is required.”

You smile wryly. You can forget how smart Sirius is sometimes. It seems like all he ever does is think up witty remarks and ridiculous nicknames for you.

“So I just…skim?” You eye your stack of notes warily.

“Just skim,” he confirms, stamping a quick kiss on the side of your head. “You’ll remember the main points as you go, and it’ll get easier.”

You nod, rallying your determination and what’s left of your energy. “Okay. Got it.”

Sirius laughs. You turn towards him, and he’s already reaching for your chin, gripping it firmly. “You look like you’re going to war,” he teases. “Perk up, buttercup. I’ll make you some tea. And every lesson you get through earns you a kiss, how about that?”

You tamp down a smile, narrowing your eyes at him. “What kind of kiss? A good one?”

He levels you with a dispassionate look. “They’re all good, babe.”

“Can I get some payment up front?”

Sirius pulls your face toward him, and you close your eyes, expectant. You can feel him closing the distance between you, his nose tickling your cheek. His lips brush yours, and—and that’s it.

You open your eyes to find him grinning fiendishly. He releases his grip on your face, standing.

“That doesn’t count!” you protest.

“It’s a taste,” he promises, going towards the kitchen to make your tea. “Finish highlighting the first lesson, and you’ll get a real one.”

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the-travelling-witch · 6 months

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as promised, the outline for the halloween fic i didn’t write haha

pairing: suna rintarou x gn! reader (though i really considered marius von hagen as well >///<)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni; incubus! suna, somnophilia, allusion to oral, wet dreams, dub con

haikyuu!! masterlist

♡ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 …

… who you meet while you’re out and about.

It was an accident, really. You didn’t watch where you were going for a second and immediately bumped into someone. Luckily, that someone manages to steady you by your shoulders before you can stumble.

There’s an amused grin on his handsome and for a few seconds you can’t do much but stare into his stunning olive eyes, captivated without noticing the mischievous glint lighting them up.

“Woah there,” he laughs, his voice smooth and melodic, and it’s a good thing his warm hands are still on you, otherwise your knees might’ve buckled at the sound. “Must be my lucky day today when someone as pretty as you falls for me.”

You profoundly apologise but he just shrugs it off, assuring you he could’ve watched his step too. Too soon for your liking, he lets go of your arms and you part ways with no way to contact each other again and your heart is just a little heavier because of it.

But, much to your joy, you run into him again at a crowded coffee store, searching for a seat when a familiar figure waves you over. You can’t help but grin as you chat the afternoon away, fingers brushing against each other occasionally, before exchanging numbers as well. Seeing the name flash across your screen when he asks if you arrived home safely, butterflies start flapping their wings in your stomach.

Suna Rintarou

It’s a name that leaves your lips as you stuff your hands down your pants that night, your mind clouded with images of him above you, underneath you and behind you, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the thought of what his fingers would feel like, if he’d tease you and edge you or if he’d stuff you impatiently just to ruin you that way.

This cycle of running into him and consequently ruining another pair of underwear repeated over the next weeks and drove you to near insanity. And if you didn’t react to his flirtatious remarks yourself, Suna would show up in your dreams, leaving you to wake up needy with a throb between your legs.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, your dreams that night turn far more sinful than the ones you had before. Your skin feels feverish as you gasp the name of the man above you, whose hands bruise the fat of your thighs as he settles in between them. The grin he flashes you as he pulls your hips flush with his prominent bulge makes his fangs gleam in the moonlight.

Wait… his fangs?

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he chuckles darkly as his sharp claws dimple and dig into your flesh. Inky horns curve from his dark hair as he leans down to nip at your throat, leathery wings stretching out behind him. His voice is low and raspy as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Did you have sweet dreams?”

“Suna, what—“ you try to shake your haziness only for it to be replaced by a different kind of fog when his lips slot against yours. They’re just as soft as you thought they’d be and you instinctively melt back against your pillow. However, there’s a taste of something else there…

“You’re delicious, wouldn’t you agree? Worth the wait I had to endure,” he whispers and it draws your attention from the tail flicking over your cheek back to where you are most sensitive, noticing the sheer amount of arousal coating you. Did he-?

“Quite the heavy sleeper, are you?” He laughs at the look of realisation flashing through your eyes. One of his hands gathers your wrist above your head, leaving you defenceless as the fingers of his other hand travel down your body; caressing the side of your face, the dip of your throat, brushing over one of your nipples. “Not that I mind. You make such sweet sounds when I play with you, even if you’re asleep.”

“Rin,” you whimper the nickname you’d secretly given him when you feel his strong thighs press against yours harder. Faintly, you wonder where his clothes went but the thought is just as quickly tossed away again when you feel the heat of his dick rub against you.

“Mhm, that’s it. Keep saying my name like that,” he groans, sharp teeth nipping against your shoulder and throat and he lines himself up, “especially when I’ll make you cum and stuff you full over and over again.

“And it’s going to feel so much better than any of the dreams I’ve given you so far.”

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captain-mj · 5 months

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I love Hybrid Au's and was wondering if you could write one for Korangi? (You don't have to if you don't want to) also I love your writing, your story's are the reason I got so interested in reading fan fiction ❤❤

Shout out to my friends helping me pick the creatures to use <3

König watched Horangi with great interest. The man was... strange. There was an air around him. He was always curious of things he didn't understand.

König had watched him take items apart and put them back together over and over again until he got it right. It was something they shared. Though, where Horangi sought simply to understand, König wanted to know where hiding places were.

Fully shifted, he was just five inches and a half, huge for a wolf spider, yes, but still small and agile enough to tuck away into tiny places. Being a spider wasn't the most glamorous of the animals. He was perfect for infiltration and stealth, but only for short term missions.

Spiders didn't last long when people knew about them.

Horangi was assumed to be a tiger. Only assumed that, never explicitly stated. It was a mystery that bothered König. He didn't understand why he never put the rumors to rest by just coming out and saying it.

The two were paired up on a mission, again. König had used his connections as Colonel to get them paired together as often as he could without being suspicious.

Horangi looked up at him and he almost shivered. His eyes were dark. Inhumanly so. if Horangi ever admitted that he kept his eyes shifted all the time, he'd believe him.

König hummed. "How would you like to do this, Horangi?"

"Simple enough. We sneak in, find the information and leave. Kill whoever becomes a problem."

König nodded and they jumped off the boat, swimming under the water and into the base. He was rather fast himself but Horangi went straight past him, moving through the water so fluidly that König could barely see him. Horangi paused and turned around to watch him, treading water.

König caught up to him and smiled at him. Horangi continued on. They started to sneak through the place, with König occasionally shifting to let them through doors. They dispatched anyone that they came across with extreme prejudice.

Several of them were coming though and they'd undoubtedly blow their cover. Before Horangi could start looking for hiding places, König grabbed him and jumped up, ripping his gloves off with his teeth. His hands had small claws like a spiders so they were able to sink into the ceiling and keep him, and Horangi who was on his chest, face bright red, stuck there. They stayed quiet as the unsuspecting men passed underneath them.

Horangi glared at him. "Don't ever do something so undignified with me again." He hit his shoulder once König had gently sent him down.

"What? Don't like heights?"

"Not one bit." Horangi hissed at him before continuing on his journey.

König didn't understand the distain but he let it go, continuing onward.

Horangi was quick, like a cat. He had an amazing sense of smell and just as good eyesight, looking through the inky blackness of the night with a degree of accuracy that not even König could match.

Yes, it would make sense for him to be a cat.

But König didn't think that was right. It just felt... wrong.

They managed to get all of their items with an impressive body count of 42. König had done most of the killing but Horangi won coolest kill with a rather impressive knife trick that König found rather attractive honestly. He kept that part to himself, unsure on how... accepting Horangi would be of such ideas.

Now it was just a matter of escaping with enemy combatants. They slipped back under the water and tried to quickly make their way back.

Horangi was so fast. König could barely even focus on him.

The water was too dark and he could tell after a moment he had gotten turned around. Technically, he could go into a form of suspended animation to keep from needing oxygen, but it was too risky. In human form, he was a huge target. In spider form, there was no way of knowing where he'd end up. So he needed to stay awake and aware but he couldn't breath nor could he reasonably surface. Doing so would result in a very fast headshot wound.

Right as he gave up, deciding that resurfacing would have to be worth it, he noticed movement in the water.

A... shark? While not unreasonable, most sharks would have fled from here now with all the noise. König knew they were usually rather peaceful creatures, but he probably looked like an easy meal here. He tried to remember what you're supposed to do with a shark.

Just... move them right? Grab their nose and point them in a different direction?

He saw the dog tags first and paused.

Horangi?

Huh.... a shark... Somehow, that was more reasonable than a cat to him.

Horangi shifted back and bumped him against the rocks. König tried to make it clear that he needed to breath and right now if possible, but before he could, Horangi kissed him.

It was blissful. Everything König had been wanting since laying his eyes on him. His lips were cold but plush. Inviting. König's stubble rubbed against his skin as he tried to deepen it.

Horangi pushed air into his lungs and König's vision unblurred. Horangi's teeth cut his lips. His hand sank into his shoulder and yanked him forward.

Even with König's weight, Horangi got them back to the ship faster than König ever could.

He dropped him on deck and stopped to catch his breath. His mask had been torn and so had most of his clothing. Unlike König, who shrank and could easily just crawl back into his crumpled clothes before shifting back, Horangi had gotten rather big.

König sank down as the boatsmen started the ship. "Still got everything?"

"Yes. Flashdrive secure, sir."

König grabbed one of his spare neck gaiters and handed it to him. Horangi quickly put it on and sank down next to him. He checked the flash drive to make sure none of the water got into the packaging. Once he was satisfied, he put it away.

"Should I be expecting more kisses in the future?"

"Only if you drown again."

"I can't actually drown, though I appreciate the save nonetheless." König said softly, tilting his head back. "Knew you weren't a cat."

"Going to tell people on base?"

"No. If you don't wish for people to know, I won't tell them. Plus they'll start sending you on more underwater missions."

"And that would be a problem how?"

"I hate underwater missions."

Horangi only looked confused for another second before his eyes narrowed. He hit his shoulder rather hard and mumbled something in Korean.

König watched him for a moment, worried he had overstepped or maybe just showed too much of his hand, but Horangi slumped into him. "You're heavy. If you expect me to carry you, you're going to have to lose some weight."

"Little hard at my height, what if I promise you won't have to carry me again?"

"Deal. And maybe you'll take me out to dinner?"

"As a date or an apology?"

"Both. Scared me when you weren't right behind me."

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #cod #call of duty #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

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thedarkfiddler · 8 months

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I fucking miss blaseball, and I think the worst part is that for me it wasn't about the blorbos I can keep writing and reading about, but it was about being part of a community that was constantly experiencing that sense of discovering something new. Every time I sat down to watch a game or briefly check the Discord between class it was some new funny play or a new score for the sclorigami or a new wild betting strategy or a new meme for election propaganda. And even if I was caught up, without fail somebody would wake up and walk in asking "wait, we got Inky back?" or "since when is Logan a batter?" or whatever and we all got to relive the experience by telling it again.

And with the sim dark there's no new moments. Nothing new to discover. The same old moments being passed back and forth, occasionally with a new coat of paint or something.

I wish we'd get a final livestream talking about the plans for the rest of the Coronation Era and maybe things like the Expantion Investigation, the Baristas, and all of that. Both for a bit of closure and one last show of "oh wait what that's wild we are al love blaseball".

I like the people I met during blaseball, Magic will always be a part of me, but I didn't form a lot of close friendships, honestly. It was always about the feeling of being in a room where we were all looking at the same weird piece of art and catching people up when they joined in, so without the art it's more like awkwardly standing around making small talk.

I just... miss blaseball a lot, man.

#blaseball

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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A Tender Moment

Jack Krauser x female reader

Summary: A soft moment between Krauser and his lover.

Warnings: No spoilers for RE4 Remake, fluff.

I couldn’t help myself, I needed to write for this man. Feedback and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading! Sorry if this is a bit short.

Please enjoy.

Moments like this were few and far between. The night sky was still and silent, a mass of inky darkness disturbed only by specks of silver stars and the occasional cloud passing by. A faint breeze passed their window but it was barely even a whisper.

[Name] took a soft, quiet breath before rolling over a little, her eyes peeking over her shoulder to look at the man laying beside her. Krauser’s back faced her, the silhouette of his body moving steadily as he breathed softly. The rise and fall of those strong shoulders that often left her weak in the knees. Krauser slept shirtless tonight rather than in the vests he often did, the temperature just a little too warm for his liking. Her eyes lightly trailed along the few scars littered along his back, a part of her wanting to lean forward and kiss along them as she often did, a comforting gesture that both of them shared.

While Krauser seemed to be sleeping, [Name] couldn’t find her own peace for it. No matter how she tried. Carefully rolling over fully, trying not to disturb Krauser, she moved closer to his sleeping form. His build was larger than her own but she didn’t mind it one bit. Her arm moved along his waist, her hand resting flat against his stomach as she nuzzled against him a little. The heat of his body comforting despite the warm night.

“You’ve got a thing for trying to be a big spoon, don’t you?” Krauser’s voice spoke softly, surprising her a little to see he was actually awake. A light chuckle left her lips at this before nodding against him.

“It’s not my fault you’re nice to cuddle.” She pointed out, pressing a light kiss on his shoulder blade. His hand moved and rested over hers, the size difference between them was almost funny as she interlocked his fingers with hers, pressing herself against his back more. “Like a big, mean teddy-bear.” [Name] added, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Oh, a teddy-bear, eh?” Krauser hummed, looking over his shoulder at her. The scar along his face catching in the moonlight. She smiled softly, the scar had never bothered her. If anything, it only reminded her how strong he was. When he first came home with it, still raw and in the throws of healing, she couldn’t help but hug the man, thankful that he was alright and alive. Though he never told her how he obtained it, she never pushed him to tell her.

Instead, whenever he came home with a new wound or anything along the lines of such, she would simply take him into her arms and kiss him. She would hold him together, keeping him from falling apart entirely. Even if Krauser didn’t show it, she could feel it.

“Yep.” She leaned up a bit more and kissed his cheek, “My big, angry teddy-bear.” A soft chuckle rumbled from him as she spoke before he readjusted himself, turning around to face her, his eyes looking down at her a little. His pale eyes gazing down at her, for a moment, she was certain they lightly glowed in the dark. His large arms snaked around her waist, pulling her up against his chest. A light smile tugging his lips as he leaned down, capturing her lips with his in a slow, deep kiss.

[Name] smiled at this, her hand raising up and gently stroking his cheek as she kissed back. His lips soft against hers, even with the slight roughness of the scar that nicked his lips. It felt good to her. The light roughness of his hands brushed against her skin, leaving light goosebumps in their wake. His hands were always something she liked. Their shape. Their callous texture. How his fingers moved whenever he was twirling one of his knives, their fluid movements that made it look so simple and yet so enchanting to watch. His hands that could inflict such a brutal, strong punch and yet they held a softness, gentle care whenever he touched her.

Her hands moved around, grabbing his and bringing them up to her lips, pressing soft, delicate kisses along his knuckles. Krauser didn’t speak a word, he laid there, his eyes watching her every little move. Her lips were gentle, sweet, softer than anything he had ever felt before. If she knew what those knuckles had done to people. The blood they spilt. The vile nature they took on when he would allow them to, how they would distort beyond recognition. Mutate...

That was something he would ensure she never found out. What she didn’t know would not hurt her.

But he couldn’t stop the smile that lifted his lips as she kissed them. Her lips pressing a kiss on each knuckle individually before she held his hands close to her chest, holding them close to her with a warm smile on her lips. His fingers interlocked with hers, holding her close as he kissed her head. “Get some sleep, love.” He hummed, savouring the comfort of holding her close, of her in his arms.

"I don't want to." [Name] softly protested, holding his arms more and kissing along his hands more. "I'm going to stay awake and kiss your hands all night along." Krauser smiled at this, chuckling softly at her.

"I give you five minutes before you're asleep."

#krauser #major jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #major krauser #jack krauser #re4 krauser #resident evil krauser #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x reader #re4 #re4 remake

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inky-the-artist · 2 months

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nothing, just caretaker having to carry a larger and/or heavier whumpee

what's their relationship?

what happened?

how do they carry them? can they even carry them, or do they stumble after a few steps?

#whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #whumpee #caretaker #whump ideas #whump inspiration #younger caretaker #older whumpee #inky's occasional writing

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total-killer-brainrot · 3 months

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Remote Broadcast

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Amidst one of Charlie's mind numbing lesson plans, you get a big surprise hiding under the dinner table.

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i love this stinky swamp man so much and i love the thought of his shadow basically manifesting any and all horny desires and occasionally acting on them despite his best efforts.

i am fully aware that hes canonically aroace, but fuck it im horny i wanna write horny shit

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,303. Ship: Alastor x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Groping, Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Restraints, Tentacles, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Embarrassment, Multiple Orgasms

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The logic behind today’s lesson plan escaped you. Charlie seemed to think that proper table manners and dining etiquette would surely land each participating sinner a spot in Heaven. Like you, most of the Hotel’s residences were less than enthusiastic. But still, why bother trying to redeem your damned soul if you were going to refuse to get involved with all of Charlie’s ideas.

By now the Hotel boasted over twenty willing sinners. Most of which had no clue how to properly hold a butter knife, let alone know the difference between a fish fork and a salad fork. A handful of the volunteers from Cannibal Town were actually well educated in the practices of fine dining, despite their usual methods of messy eating. And they were more than happy to assist Charlie’s lesson. Including the Hotel’s resident facilities manager, the Radio Demon himself, who sat near the head of the table with Charlie and Vaggie.

Halfway through the lesson and you were bored out of your mind. Picking at your food while Charlie attempted to instruct a particularly violent demon on how to use the fork without breaking the fine china. Most of the other residents were chatting quietly amongst themselves as they ate. It wasn’t often the whole Hotel got together to eat and talk casually. And most seemed to be enjoying themselves. You continued to pick at your food until you felt something brush your leg.

You frowned and leaned back in your chair to look down, unable to spot anything in the shadow. You assumed one of the people seated next to you, or perhaps even Angel Dust seated across the table, must have nudged your leg accidentally. And then you felt it again. An icy cold slither up the back of your calf. You glared at Angel, sure he was pulling some kind of joke. But he wasn’t laughing, lost in his own conversation with Husk next to him. You glanced at the other sinners near you, but no one seemed to be paying you any mind.

A shudder ran through you as the thing at your feet touched you again, reaching the hem of your skirt and pushing it up slowly. You leaned back further, but still couldn’t see anything. Just inky darkness below the table cloth. Too dark to simply be the shadow of the table. Quickly sitting up straight and going very still when you felt cold fingers run over your clothed cunt. What the fuck was going on?

This time the thing below you didn’t pull away. Exploring your pussy and inner thighs. You did your best to not show your reaction on your face. Whatever cruel joke someone was playing on you, they wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you enjoy it in front of everyone. Though you did draw a few confused glances when a quiet gasp escaped you. Your mystery friend pressing down on your clit repeatedly. Your hands shot down between your legs. Pressing down on the chair below you and blocking the things access to your core.

You felt the cold wrap around your wrists and tug them to your sides. And finally you got a glimpse of who was messing with you. Tendrils of darkness holding your arms tight, just below the tablecloth. And grinning up at you between your legs, a large smile amidst inky shadow. You’d seen this creature before. Always attached to its master. Your head shot up, looking towards the Radio Demon. He was sitting nearly at the opposite side of the table to you, but even from this distance you could see he was tense. His ever present grin strained as he stared straight ahead, brows furrowed. Not engaging in conversation, just dead focused on, well you knew what.

Another shuddering gasp left you. The shadow having pulled your panties to the side and gaining full access to you. You refused to look down again, trying to remain calm, but you could feel a long, cold tongue on your clit as two fingers slipped inside you. You whimpered, as quietly as you could possibly manage. The stretch didn’t hurt, the combination of your own slick, and whatever substance the shadow was made of making its fingers slide in and out of you easily. It was slow, taking its time to explore every inch of you, inside and out.

Your gaze turned back to Alastor, and you were surprised to see his cheeks flushed bright red. You could see his claws digging into the edge of the table as he gripped it. And all of a sudden you weren’t so sure he was doing this on purpose. Did the shadow have a mind of its own?

Before you could stop it, a horribly loud whine escaped your mouth. Drawing everyone’s attention. You blushed dark, the fingers inside you stilling as everyone stared at you. Everyone except Alastor, who remained staring straight again. Embarrassment clawed up your throat and you stammered to explain yourself.

“Oh yeah! That's what I’m talking about!” Angel Dust moaned across from you, leaning back in his chair as he mimicked your whine, though much louder and far more exaggerated. The table laughed along with him, before returning to their conversations. You frowned at Angel in confusion, but he simply just winked at you and returned to Husk.

You took in a deep breath, right as the shadow curled its fingers inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed through your nose, focusing on remaining still and quiet as it drew you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coldness of its being a stark contrast to your burning skin.

Glancing once again at Alastor you could see how he was gritting his teeth. For a brief moment the shadow disappeared, not pulling away, simply fading out of existence. Before returning back full force. Seemingly intent on making you finish before Alastor dragged it away from its work.

You clenched your fists and bit down on your bottom lip hard as you rolled your hips against the shadows fingers. Eyes fluttering shut as you felt your pleasure nearing its peak. Distantly you hear Angel talking louder, making lewd jokes and making sure the attention was off you as you tipped over the edge. Thighs trembling as your orgasm flowed over you. Each and every nerve on fire. The wonderful sensations quickly turned into overstimulation as the shadow continued its motions. You squirmed in your seat, struggling to get out of the tendril’s grip so you could push it away. It was hopeless.

You had long since forgotten about keeping quiet. Far too distracted by the fingers and tongue driving you crazy. Right as you were being dragged towards your second orgasm, it all stopped. You whined needily and glanced down, the shadow was gone. Looking up in a daze you noticed so was everyone else. Except for Alastor.

The tall demon stood from his chair, adjusting his coat and running a hand through his hair. He looked embarrassed almost. Avoiding your eye as he turned towards the door. You sat up slowly, watching him as he walked away from you. Still trembling and a little bit out of breath.

“Alastor. Don’t you dare fucking leave. I was just about to cum.”

He froze. And you grinned as the room around you darkened. The length of the shadow crawling up the wall, grin spreading across its dark face. You felt another tentacle of darkness wrap around your waist and lift you out of the chair.

The door in front of Alastor opened and Angel Dust stuck his head in.

“Hey I got everyone to leave and- oh! Well I’ll leave you to it.” He laughed, watching you be maneuvered by Alastor’s shadows before leaving the two of you alone once again.

#tkb fics #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x you

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crowfootwrites · 5 months

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Diel

I am definitely not capable of writing a fic every day in the month of December, but today I came across @creativepromptsforwriting's December Prompt List and was immediately struck with an idea, so I picked a handful of prompts for the month of December and am going to try to put out some fics inspired by them!

Diel (adj): of or relating to a 24-hour period, especially a regular daily cycle, as of the physiology or behavior of an organism.

December 1: Starry Night (Taurik x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: none; not beta'd we die like men. | Words: ~870

One of the things you missed the most about Earth was night. On the Enterprise, drifting through space for long stretches of time, there was no day or night. Only the inky vacuum between pinpricks of distant stars.

You weren’t really one for being homesick. Your exploratory nature made every new discovery, every new command to explore some previously unknown area of space, a reason for excitement. Nebulas, anomalies, first contacts – they all made your heart race in a way that stopped you from dwelling on what you might be missing out on back home.

But sometimes, when all was quiet and you were between missions, or there was some occasion that needed remembering (birthdays, holidays, anniversaries), it tugged at your heart that there was no sunrise to greet you. That you couldn’t really remember what dusk was like. That the Terran moon was lightyears away.

You’d mentioned it once, to Taurik, who merely reminded you that it was illogical to dwell on what was missing and to instead focus your attentions on the present circumstances. And you’d sighed and rolled your eyes, affectionately damning his Vulcan logic, before moving on to other topics.

You supposed he was right after all, but you were Human, not Vulcan, and you couldn’t really help the occasional bouts of nostalgia that filled your mind with memories of camping beneath starry night skies, or watching shooting stars fall over the horizon, or mapping constellations on your very first telescope.

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Your days had been busy recently, and you didn’t notice how Taurik watched you, far more observant than he’d allowed you to think when you first spoke to him about missing “night”. Taurik had always valued your resilience and, although he didn’t particularly understand your current plight, it was apparent to him that your discomfort was lingering more than was customary for you. And so he did as any dutiful mate would, and sought a solution to your distress.

“I think it should be just about ready,” Geordi announced, handing Taurik the isolinear chip as he rushed around the central console in engineering. “You might need to tweak a few of the parameters for the environmental controls, but other than that, you’re all set.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Commander LaForge,” Taurik replied, standing at attention. He’d given his commanding officer little information when he’d first approached him about creating a holodeck program to a very specific set of criteria.

“Happy to help, Taurik.” Geordi glanced up at the Ensign from where he’d busied himself making long-overdue adjustments to the EPS. “I think she’ll love it.”

With that, he strode toward the warp core, leaving Taurik standing alone in Engineering with an eyebrow raised in surprise. It seemed that his commander was more perceptive than he’d previously given him credit for.

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You smoothed your sweater nervously as you arrived outside the doors to Holodeck 3. You weren’t sure what you were walking into; you only knew that Taurik had requested your presence via combadge for an outing he’d called a “courtship event”. Supposing that meant “date”, you’d changed out of your uniform once your shift had ended and made your way to the holodeck, wondering all the while what Taurik could possibly have planned.

You pressed the control to open the doors and as they slid quietly open, your jaw dropped.

Taurik, dressed down in casual pants and a soft-looking shirt, stood before you in front of a sky bursting with color – deep oranges blazed across a backdrop of dark blue that plunged into black night overhead. His stoic expression gave way to the barest hint of a smile as he observed your response to the holodeck program.

He held a hand out toward you as you stepped into the holodeck, still speechless. The prickle of tears pressed behind your eyes.

“I was hoping,” Taurik offered quietly as you slipped your hand into his, “that you might enjoy experiencing a Terran night with me.” He guided you carefully through the tall grass that covered the hillside he’d chosen. A lone tree, its limbs heavy with green, presided over the hillside, stretching its branches toward the darkening sky, and Taurik led you to a blanket laid out at its base.

Lying on your back on the blanket, you could just make out the sparkle of the emerging stars between tree branches. It was strikingly similar to a childhood memory of yours – you gasped as realization dawned on you, before staring slack-jawed at Taurik, who was settling himself beside you.

“You saw it?” you asked softly.

Taurik nodded as he reclined, his arm pressed against yours in his closeness. He turned to look at you.

“I have seen this memory many times in your mind, ashayam,” he murmured. “It would seem to be very important to you… When you expressed that you missed experiencing the Terran cycles of day and night, I was able to perceive the depth of your longing. And as your mate, it is my duty to protect your well-being.”

At your side, you felt Taurik’s fingers brush against yours, and you returned the gentle caress, the ozh’esta sparking a warmth that flooded your limbs. Overhead, the sky settled into a gentle black, flecked with the stars you now called home.

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #ensign taurik #taurik #taurik x reader #taurik x fem!reader #vulcan #vulcans

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ijustwantsomesoup · 23 days

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IM doodles cause it’s been rotating around in my mind like a chiken nuggie in the microwave.

Also, realised I’ve never plugged my Ao3 account in any of my Inky Mystery posts, but occasionally I write IM fanfic! It’s the same as here, ijustwantsomesoup. :DD

#babitim #babtqftim #inky mystery #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #the inky mystery

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https-furina · 4 months

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2023 is coming to an end and while this blog has yet to hit one year old, it’s gathered its fair share of mutuals. it’s only fair to give you all some thanks and appreciation before the year closes. if you’re not here i apologise sincerely, i’ll make sure you are on next year’s list.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ mika — @mikacynth

hi mika !! i’ll start with you. i know we haven’t interacted much since you went to university (i hope you’re doing super well !! please take care of yourself) but i wanted to thank you for being one of my first mutuals on this hell site. you were super friendly and you always randomly drop cursed genshin memes in the server <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ mae — @maehemthemisfit

mae, i don’t know where life has taken you but i miss you a lot. it was so fun trying to figure out dango anon and you made me laugh countless times, i just hope you’re doing well <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ bell — @blue-b3rries

ew it’s bell (i’m JOKING) hi sweetheart !! you literally never fail to make me laugh in the network server and you always come out with really random things. it’s okay, maybe next christmas we’ll get you a dictionary /lh i love you !! /p <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ inky — @lemeowade

inky !! my favourite artist ever !! we don’t actually interact too much on tumblr now (i do like a lot of the stuff you rb tho) because we talk a lot on discord now. it’s nice to have someone that checks in occasionally and i absolutely love when you show your art !! it’s clear you’re making progress with it and finding your style and i love it so much. you’re gonna do fab things sweetheart <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ amai — @amaiaqt

one of my favourite writers ever and a fellow cyno simp !! i miss you a lot and it shows because i always get excited to see you in my inbox. i hope life is treating you well and that we get to see you more in the new year <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ general — @watatsumiis

hi general !! i’m sorry we didn’t interact as much anymore but you’re so sweet and fun to talk to !! i love your writing and i have the best time reading your tags on people’s art because i’m like “damn. that’s so me” and also you always reblog the best art?? it’s wild you keep my dash alive <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ aly — @soleillunne

who are you? anyways hi wife !! i send you appreciation letters whenever things get tough so i’ll dull it down here a little. thank you for being probably my closest mutual, talking to me daily and always sending tiktoks to each other. if you dare think about leaving me, i’ll find you. in every lifetime <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ari — @n3r0-1417

another person that i’m super sorry we don’t interact as much anymore ): you literally never failed to make me laugh and you 100% have permission to kill me at any time, just don’t tell aly. i hope we can interact more in the new year and i hope it treats you well too, you deserve it <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yui — @ilyuu

yui !! wow i’m really failing on interacting with some of you but whenever you’re on my dash it’s pure chaos?? even with no context i can’t lie it’s funny. i picture it like when the scooby doo gang are running and you see all the different shots and stuff. anyways, 2024 better treat you good !! <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ kiri — @kirimoochi

the last time we interacted you wasn’t doing so hot on some fronts and i really hope things have improved for you, sweetheart. you deserve the world and whilst i love your alhaitham & kazuha works, i know a lot of them came from your heart and i hope you’re healing. i pray the new year is kind to you and that things are going better <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ bori — @bboricha

hi bori !! we’ve only interacted a few times because i find it sooo funny when you randomly appear on my dash talking about leon kennedy (because honestly, same) but i hope there’s chances we interact more in 2024 !! fun fact, i followed you for your 5swirl stuff and 1k special (i actually remember what content made me follow you hahahelpme) but i stayed because… relatable. here’s to more interactions !! <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yume — @yaminohimeyume

oh boy.. hi yume !! you know i could sit here for hours appreciating you right? whenever i log into genshin i check to see if you’re online so i can say hi !! i love helping you with bosses, domains or even exploration but even when we just talk and i don’t join you, it’s nice to have a conversation with someone. you’ve provided me with plenty of distractions this year but in 2024 our goal is to build your characters HAHA i love you !! /p <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ aya — @miuzki

my neuvillette !! i miss you so much, i hope you’ve been doing well and not overworking at all. i know you haven’t really been in touch with genshin towards the end of this year but you’re always welcome in my messages, yknow? i love your writing so much (i still re-read that comfort piece you wrote for me all the time…) please take care of yourself and i hope you have an amazing new year <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yukari — @ryuryuryuyurboat

is that.. is that my favourite child?! hi ryuu !! i don’t exactly remember how we met. you kinda just appeared in my life one day but it felt like i’d known you forever. you’re an absolute joy to know and you constantly bring a smile to my face !! i’ll c6r5 morrigan first though. have a fantastic new year (and you will not be getting rid of me) <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ lili — @lillonvia

oh my gosh !! my chihuahua !! every time we talk i have the best time ever i can’t even lie like that one time we randomly started reciting the lyrics to california girls and how you started playing on eu server for me. it’s a little crazy with the timezone difference but you’re the amber to my collei and you deal with me torturing you with my genshin va knowledge (did you know cyno is izumi from horimiya?) i love youuuu /p <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ dumbi — @dumbificat

well well well, if it isn't the cutest mf to ever exist >///< it's my co.. parent-in-law? i don't remember because i just remembering rizzing you (oops.) but hey dumbi !! i'll be fr i was always a little nervous/scared to interact with you but i really wanted to and then you joined the network and i minorly lost my mind.. thank you so much for all the smiles and laughter you've brought in these past few months and also for your writing that i am very happily married to. oh and all the fun i get to have helping you explore on eu <3 thank you for letting me join you sometimes. i really hope we get to interact more in 2024 and here's to hoping the new year treats you well!! i love youuuu /p <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ heia — @heiayen

heia. my child. my sweet, funky bean. i love you /p but also. fuck you for how much you make me absolutely lose my shit when it's late for us and i have to be quiet so instead i'm wheezing in bed until i'm crying. chaos hours are the best and you are genuinely such a sweetheart to be friends with. i hope we get to interact more in 2024 (you have no choice) and that it treats you well !! but also, 0.5 stars to the ayaka uber but 10 stars to the network's ooc reporter. mwah! i love you (again) /p (you still need to read to me in some blankets ehehe) <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ coco — @hwaitham

hi hi coco !! we haven't interacted that much (and i'm typing very formal for this post it feels out of character for me) but i've loved your works for sooooo long !! and you and haitham are so cute i just wanna. AAAA you deserve the world and i genuinely hope everything you ever want comes true in 2024 because you just deserve it. if it doesn't, i'll start barking up some trees ehehe. i love you!! /p i hope we get to interact more in 2024 <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ raine — @to-kazuha

oh, it's you /j hi sweetheart <3 2023 has been very all over the place for us but here we are, ending (and starting) another year together !! even if you don't think so, your writing is amazing and i can't wait to see you grow and get more comfortable with it (practise makes perfect!) and also how can i forget that you're my personal miko main.. life would have been a very sad experience if you hadn't came to me on anon in my old blog <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ clara — @umgatochamadopercyval

clara !! you're a very recent mutual so i can't say i have a lot to write (we'll be changing this in 2024 !!) but you are an absolute gem to know. your asks never fail to make me smile and now even your messages !! you're a sweetheart and you deserve a lot of good things. i hope 2024 brings more sagau isekai to my dms and a lot of joy to you. never stop being you !! <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yza — @yzashaven

hi yza !! we've not been able to interact for a while ): but i'd like to appreciate you for all the times you've came to my inbox with angst, i love you so much for it /p and i still have an angst draft with your name on it because of an idea you came into my inbox with !! your writing is so good and i really hope we get to interact more next year. happy holidays sweetheart !! <3

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ honorary mentions — @jingyuansbird, @honeykaes, @nervocat & @bunicate

happy holidays & happy new year to the four of you !! i would love to appreciate you all but i can only go as far as praising the absolute hell out of all of your works !! you're all fantastic writers that i love to pieces and i hope that the new year treats you all well !! here's to more interactions so i can write you all paragraphs next year (cries) <3

signed with love, serafina.

#signed with love 💌#https-furina

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murdock-and-the-sea · 10 months

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noctuary · henry x reader

noctuary (n.)

the record of a single night's events, thoughts, or dreams

summary: you're a young vampire, turned against your will and abandoned by your sire. henry has taken you in, and while you're thankful for his mentorship, there's a certain kind of tension building between the two of you

pairing: henry x reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI. swearing. mentions of blood (duh), one dead fox (sorry), horny vampires, smut, lots of biting (not sorry), kisses, sucking, marking, oral (f rec), filthy kiss, p in v, outdoor sex, you name it sugar

a/n: so I love different vampire myths/lore and obviously, I had to make up a few things for this fic to work. most of my inspiration came from the vampire: the masquerade ttrpg/video games series which I ADORE and uh, this was a lot of fun to write! so there's quite a bit of plot to this. ...oops? Also, some spoilers for the horribly dumb but still somehow entertaining movie that is eat locals.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

The world felt inky black under the thick canopy of the trees, broken occasionally by the moonlight shining through a few patches, but you found your way easily, your eyes adjusting to the dark. The air was warm, heavy and damp with summer and the scent of flowers and grass hanging all around.

You’ve been walking for an hour or two now, heading deeper into the woods to clear your thoughts. You weren’t sure if it was working.

But you needed a little space.

The past few months have been hard, to say the least. You remembered walking home late one night, lost in your thoughts - and then, your next memory was waking up on the side of an abandoned road, curled up in pain as your whole body was wrecked by cramps, shivers and the deepest, most ferocious hunger that you have ever felt in your life.

It was sheer luck that Henry and Sebastian found you, dragging you with them, fleeing the impending dawn as you fell in and out of consciousness, too weak to struggle.

You could still recall that hunger, fighting to take over you until you felt the metallic taste of blood pooling on your tongue - that sinister-sweet, dark pleasure filling you, a single drop falling from the corner of your mouth and the crimson shadow that Henry covered over his wrist.

Even though he wasn’t your sire, a bond formed between you two.

A strong one.

One that was hard to ignore, even now as you tried to get as far away from him as possible, making your way through the undergrowth.

It’s not that you weren’t thankful. Without their help, you surely wouldn’t have made it through that first night. But it was hard to take it all in. The fact that vampires exist felt like the plot to a terrible movie, and whether you liked it or not, it was your reality now.

It was demanding getting used to your new life, both physically and mentally. To control your hunger, no matter how strong ancient instincts were gnawing at your bones. To keep to the darkness.

To play by the rules.

The Council graciously spared your life under the sole condition that Henry was now responsible for you.

Teaching you. Guiding you. Guarding and providing for you until you’re fit to receive your own territory. And your own place among the new Eight.

And you were grateful for his mentorship, truly. But he was - how could you put it?

Overbearing.

Of course, there was much to learn - from the history of what you’ve become, to your new-found abilities, and Henry took his time explaining it all. But he was always with you, shadowing your every move. On some nights, he allowed you outside, teaching you how to feed, how to blend in with the shadows. But most of the time he saw it best if you stayed inside, where you could be kept safe despite you frequently voicing your disagreement.

It was patronizing, and it was driving you insane. The fact that he saved your life was already enough to make you feel indebted to him for eternity - even if you’ve thanked him numerous times, and he never mentioned or taunted you with it. But it was there, hanging thickly in the air between you.

Just a few days back, you were out hunting, crouching together in the shadows on the outskirts of the forest. Motionless, you waited for something, anything, to cross your path.

You swallowed thickly at the memory of Henry’s body pressed tightly to yours, his breath fanning your face. Vaguely, you were aware of him talking, the low whisper in your ear sending shivers through your very core.

Then, a low chuckle, a smirk on his face when he realized you didn’t hear a single word of what he was saying. Even as he scolded you, all you could think about was how fucking close his lips were to your skin; and you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to get closer or farther away from it.

Nevertheless, all that close proximity wasn’t doing you any favors. You felt tense, all your frustration pent-up and ready to burst. More and more often you caught yourself looking at Henry, your gaze lingering over him: his face, his lips, his beard, down his neck before you caught yourself and turned abruptly away.

You’d sit there, frozen in silent horror, begging all higher powers that this be no more than a passing infatuation.

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Yet sometimes, just sometimes, when you couldn’t bear it anymore and let your eyes wander to him again, you’d catch him staring right back at you. His expression unreadable, umber eyes darkening as he focused intently on you. Like a deer caught in the headlights, you’d gape back at him, fleeing the room with the lamest excuse tumbling out of your mouth.

Then, you’d close the door on yourself, laying in bed in the dark, thoughts racing as you wondered about the taste of his lips, or how that beard would feel against the soft skin of your thighs.

At sunset, Henry woke you from an uneasy sleep, to let you know he was going out for the night. Except this time, he wasn’t taking you along.

“Seba will keep you company.” he said, already halfway out the door when you snorted indignantly, muttering under your breath. He stopped, turning back slowly.

“What was that?” he asked, voice low and eyes flashing dangerously in the dusklight.

“Nothing.” you replied, and made sure it sounded as venomous as possible.

Henry took a step back into the room, towering over you.

“Good.” he said, and while he sounded calm, there was an underlying threat in his tone that made it crystal clear he was not up for your bullshit tonight. “I have something to take care of. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“You could take me with you.”

God, you sounded so pathetic.

“This doesn’t concern you.” he said, leaving no room for argument. In a second, he turned his back on you, a whisper of a pain making room in your chest at how easy it was for him to be so dismissive of you. A sharp contrast to the yearning that seemed to burn every inch of your being, and you had to bite your tongue to not beg him to stay.

He looked back from the doorway, giving you one last warning.

“I’d better find you here when I’m back.”

Fuck him.

He was barely out of the house and you managed to convince Sebastian that you felt tired and wanted to be alone. You hoped Henry wouldn’t bite his head off for being naive enough to believe that lie.

Just to be sure, you waited a little before climbing out the window and made your way towards the woods. The cool night air, and the hike through the forest helped take your mind off of things at least. Not completely, of course, but it was nice.

It felt of freedom, even if there was a life to the forest; one the daylight would never let you see. Several hedgehogs crossed your path, hurrying on their way and you scared off an owl when a twig snapped under your boots.

Eventually, you reached your destination - a small creek cutting the forest in two, opening up the night sky. There was much more light here - the full moon rising high, illuminating the trees and breaking into a myriad pieces on the surface of the water.

You sat down on the riverbank, taking it all in. The clouds were clearing in the gentle wind, revealing the stars to you. Absent-mindedly, you pick up a small stone and throw it in the water. The splash scares up some critter hiding at the other bank and the leaves rustle under its paws as it scurries away.

For a few minutes, you just sit there, listening to the trickle of the stream and the occasional cricket chirping in the distance.

And then, you sense him, his presence looming behind you.

You’re not sure how far he was following behind because god damn it, you didn’t notice a thing. In fact, you’re pretty certain you only noticed him now because the bastard let you and that realization stirs up some old anger in you.

“What do you want?” you spat, refusing to spare him even a glance as you threw another stone.

“‘S nice to see you, too.”

“Go away.”

Another splash. He doesn’t move a muscle, of course - you’re in no position to order him around. It reminds you that you have no say in this game, no power. Instead of bickering, he simply sits down next to you, much to your surprise.

“I found a dead fox in the bushes. Was that you?”

You turn to him with a cold glare. “I’m not proud of it, y’know.”

Henry just chuckled. “Yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

You couldn’t help it. You were hungry, and taking what you needed from humans was not something you were ready to do. Pretty sure it wasn’t something you’d ever be ready for. At least there was no judgment from Henry for that. He was a firm believer that even as a vampire, one could still have standards - something he encouraged while mentoring you, too.

His voice dropped lower.

“I just want you to understand-”

“It’s fine.” you interrupted, throwing yet another stone. The words were venom on your tongue, except this time, you didn’t mean it. It just hurt.

Henry scoffed. “Can you stop being a brat for five minutes?”

“You don’t have to explain. I don’t care.”

Splash.

“But I do.”

“Don’t.” You raised your hand, ready to hurl another rock when he caught your wrist.

He wasn’t causing you any pain, just held on firmly when you struggled. You expected him to get angry. To yell. But when you looked over, ready to stare him down, to bicker until fucking dawn; there was something else in his eyes instead. Something soft, and caring - and it scared you.

With a huff, you tore your hand from his grasp. But you shut up.

Henry took a deep, uneasy breath.

“It happened only a few months before we found you, when there were still Eight of us. We met one night, to discuss some official matters. It was supposed to go all smoothly, far enough from town at a rural farmhouse.”

He snorted at the memory. “You’d think a handful of ancient vampires would know better, but we weren’t careful enough. I guess the past centuries made us a little too comfortable. A group of soldiers overwhelmed us.”

An awkward silence settled slowly, causing you to swallow against a sudden dryness in your throat. Never in your wildest dreams could you guess that something like this was behind his caution and sheltering. There were precautions to being a vampire, sure and the rules and quotas were in place to protect you, but still.

“A lot of my friends were killed that night.” He continued. “Only three of us survived - and Seba.”

“That was the night you met Sebastian?” you asked, incredulous.

“Yeah.” Henry looked over to you with concern. “Did he tell you about all this?”

“Just mentioned something in passing, once. Then panicked and refused to say anything else when I tried asking about it.”

“That sounds like him alright, yeah.”

“But what happened exactly?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it just as quickly, shaking his head. “One night, I will tell you. But I can’t, not now.”

He shifted closer, leaning in; you could almost feel his skin touching yours. If you tilted your head, just slightly-

“I- I can’t let that happen again. I couldn’t bear it. I can’t.”

You could practically hear your heart breaking over the pleading in his voice. “Henry…”

And there it was again. That gaze that seemed to see right through all the walls you’ve built, baring all your deepest desires. He was so close, impossibly close, his breath on the air, a whisper like a breeze.

“I can’t lose you.”

You moved before you could think. Just an inch forward, pressing your lips over his. His breath hitched and you braced yourself for inevitable disappointment; for refusal. You weren’t ready for the soft moan in the back of his throat, giving himself to you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, îngeraș*.” he muttered before slipping his tongue into your mouth, and you didn’t even try to resist him, almost high on his taste.

Where you were desperate, needy and giving in, he was now intense; almost controlling as he took over, one hand slipping to the back of your neck, lowering, pushing you down until the scent of wildflowers erupted around you as you hit the ground, the starry skies embracing you from above.

Panting heavily, Henry pulled away briefly only to look at you, eyes glowing in the dark before he practically attacked your clothes, stripping you of your shirt, your own hands busy with his belt, tearing off his coat, getting rid of anything that could come in your way.

He looked absolutely gorgeous; better than anything you could have ever imagined: his body bathed in the moonlight, muscles glistening with sweat. Your eyes dropped to his neck, then lower, down his chest, following that sweet happy trail and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself anymore, reaching out - only for him to catch your wrists again.

“Not yet,” he taunted, kissing the inside of your wrists half-apologetically. “I know you’ve been waiting for this, angel, but I’m gonna make you earn it.”

You choked on a sound, opening your mouth to protest but he interrupted you.

“That’s right,” he added, amusement evident in his voice at your shocked expression. “You think I couldn’t hear you? Panting and writhing and whispering my name in the other room as you touched yourself?”

You could feel heat creeping across your face, half in embarrassment, half in defiance as you tried to wrestle your hand free.

“Fuck, Henry, just let me touch you-”

“No.” He said firmly, grabbing your other wrist, pinning your hands above your head with ease as he laid above you, his face a mere inches from yours. “If I’m to claim you, right here, you’re gonna lay there and take what I’m giving you and you’re gonna be a good fucking girl and obey, you hear me. Can you do that, huh? Just once?”

You smirked. “Make me.”

The growl he let out was carnal, fangs flashing before he bit down on your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your flesh, just shy from breaking skin but enough to leave a deep mark, a final claim to make you his.

He grinded his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing to your thighs and you practically whimpered, wanting to feel him inside you.

“You’re mine.” he whispered, pressing kisses over his mark, “mine.”

Then, a trail of open mouthed kisses leading to your collarbone, your breasts, and he brought your hands down with his, fingers intertwined with yours to keep you in your place. You were a squirming, whimpering mess as he toyed with your nipples, fangs barely scraping your skin before he took them in his mouth, suckling on them, coaxing the most delicious sounds from you.

You clenched around nothing, needy and craving more as you tried to get some friction, grinding against him. One last lick, his eyes closed as he hummed in appreciation, his tongue slowly sliding over the soft skin of your breasts.

He was hunger itself, feral on the scent of your arousal as he slid lower, leaving small bites all over your stomach and sides, and you moaned louder and louder each time his fangs sinked into your flesh, practically crying with need.

And fuck, if it didn’t feel good to know you had this affect on him, the power to make him drop to his knees and worship every inch of your body with his mouth, his breath damp against your skin.

“Henry, please.”

One last bite, harder than the others, a low growl warning you to let him take what he needs, craves, wants. He squeezed your hands before finally letting go, laying flat on his stomach between your legs, eyes glowing with a fire like the stars above.

“Beautiful angel.” he said, arms wrapping around your thighs, holding you close, keeping you in place as he finally devoured you, dragging his tongue up between your folds, and you almost sobbed, lost in the pleasure.

Your hands scrambled until you found purchase in his hair, shamelessly guiding his movements as you rocked against him, your clit throbbing as he nipped and sucked on it. It felt like you could come any second, your whole body trembling with the force of it when he pulled away.

He wanted to give you more.

His beard was glistening with your arousal, and he made a half hearted attempt to wipe it away, only to reconsider, sucking his fingers greedily for every last drop. When he climbed over you, you couldn’t contain it anymore and reached out to cradle his face, pulling him in for a filthy kiss. He obliged happily, letting you get a taste of yourself.

He didn’t bother to warn you before he thrusted inside you, and fuck, it knocked the air right out of you, a choked sound in the back of your throat he swallowed readily. He filled you up completely, fitting so perfectly that there was no question he was made for you; born for you eons ago for this moment to make you lose yourself in him, his body, his yearning, his love.

He started rocking his hips, his eyes drawn to where your bodies met, watching his cock disappear in you, filling you with pleasure. He was drunk on your moans and the way his name hung on your lips, the way your hands looked for purchase so frantically, grabbing for his shoulders.

Panting, he picked up his pace, pounding into you harder, faster, deeper with each stroke, hissing, cursing softly under his breath when you dragged your nails down his back but fuck if he didn’t love it. It didn’t take long to get you close; the way you clenched around him, your eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming feeling of your whole body overcome with pleasure drove him over the edge too, the two of you cumming together, the clearing next to the creek loud with your grunts and moans.

Henry barely kept himself from collapsing over you, too greedy to pull out just yet, and you didn’t mind. You were high on euphoria, dizzy with pleasure, your hands lazily caressing his skin.

“We have to go.” he eventually said, softly, in-between featherlight kisses that he peppered along your neck.

He was right, you had to get back before sunrise.

“I want to stay like this forever.” you replied, the words tumbling out of you before you even realized.

“Don’t worry,” Henry said, smirking. “The dawn will find you in my arms, draga mea*; but not here.”

*îngeraș [romanian]: little angel

*draga mea [romanian]: my darling

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