#i don’t care if he has to get his incubus involved

[vampyrsm]

i need to ride raphael whilst holding onto his horns

#— alex rambles #i WISH i could romance him #i’d do it in a heart beat #pls pls pls #i don’t care if he has to get his incubus involved #LET ME FUCK THAT DEVIL

[prolix-yuy]

Crawling Back to You

Pairing: Incubus!Dieter Bravo x Virgin F!Reader

Summary: Have you no idea that you're in deep?

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, religious corruption kink, bastardizing prayers, brief drug use, mentions of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breaking a hymen, descriptions of blood, biting and drawing blood, pheromone incubus anatomy, size difference/kink like whoa, monster transformation, monster fucking, PiV sex, wildly unrealistic sex, kind of dubious consent in the way that she has no idea what she's getting into so Dieter checks in A LOT, consent is sexy and monsters especially should ask for it, Reader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to summoning an incubus.

Notes: Like most things Dieter's involved in, it takes twice as long but you reap the most rewards. A little late for Halloween, but spooky season is 24/7 and I needed to put this out into the world as soon as possible. Very special gold star mutual thanks due to @ezrasbirdie who gave me the prompt for this story and then talked me through some of the ideas she had. Religious corruption kink is super new for me, not being raised in a formal religion, but it was incredibly interesting to explore in this way. Apologies for the sacrilege, friends, it's all in the pursuit of sexyness.

A big disclaimer! This is not a blueprint for losing your virginity! This is some wildly unrealistic sex, especially for someone who has never experienced PiV intercourse before! Please be safe and careful with your bodies. While we thirst over these scenarios and would love to take monster cocks, always practice safe and fun sex with partners who care about your comfort.

A second disclaimer that in this fic, the Reader defines losing her virginity as experiencing penetrative sex and breaking her unbroken hymen. Virginity does not look the same for every person, and each individual's circumstances may be very different. Virginity is also a social construct that has some gross stigmas around it, which we'll be briefly addressing. I've also kept the reader's age unspecified (18+ of course) but that she has gone to college, so whatever age you may be reading this, your own sexual journey moves at your pace and if/when you define that you've passed this milestone, that's the right time for you.

Cross-posted on AO3

The lines chalked into your hardwood floors glow with a sudden and panic-inducing heat, smoldering as a phantom breeze whips around your kneeling body. The lights in your apartment flicker and dim as a sooty haze hangs around your ankles. Springing to your feet, you frantically search for something to smear the careful symbols to nonsense while a crackle of electricity raises all of the hair on the back of your arms and neck.

It’s much too late to go back now.

Something pulls in the center of your chest as the room expands and contracts like a great beast breathing. You try to stand strong but the tremble in your frame chatters your teeth. Suddenly the room plunges into darkness, and a crack echoes in your ears before the light swells back to full strength. Bracing yourself for what may be in the circle you foolishly copied, you peel open your eyes. 

Then, your mouth falls open, because never in your wildest dreams did you expect Dieter Bravo, famous actor, to be sitting in the middle of your half-assed summoning circle.

“What the fuck?”

He looks just as bewildered as you do, cross-legged on the floor and pulling his lips from a turquoise bong cradled in his lap. He’s wearing sunglasses - did you spirit him here from halfway around the world? - and an open silk bathrobe patterned with roaring tigers. The waterfall of folds bundle in his lap, and for a mouth-drying moment you wonder if he’s got anything on beneath. Then he shifts, billowing a cloud of skunky smoke at your ceiling and placing the bong at arms length. 

Well, he is wearing socks at least, pulled halfway up his legs and under Crocs. You don’t know whether to laugh or choke on your tongue.

“What the fuck to you too,” he grumbles, creakily getting to his feet and dusting little frills of ash from his shoulders. It’s now easy to see he’s sporting tiny black boxer briefs, and your eyes fight to land anywhere but there. They finally find the book, opened to the page you scoffed over until your finished glass of wine goaded you on.

“This can’t be happening,” you finally squeak out, shifting on the balls of your feet as you spin and press your fingers into your cheeks. 

“Sure is,” Dieter says, one hand on his hip and looking at you with naked curiosity. He’s swept back the robe on one side, showing off the shapely curve of his thigh, the soft definition of his stomach, how large his hands…

“I didn’t…I couldn’t have…you…go back,” you stammer, heart and head pounding. Does this mean you’re a witch? Did you honestly summon something with a book you rented from the library? Nothing makes sense with this man staring at you - practically leering - as you contemplate whether you’re having a dusty-old-book-based hallucination.

“Breathe, baby,” Dieter purrs, hands making soothing motions in the air between you. Taking in a big breath and letting it out explosively, you follow Dieter’s motions to sit down with him. The floor is hard and unforgiving on your bottom, but you criss-cross-applesauce with him as he leans back on his hands.

“Normally when I show up, people aren’t all that surprised,” he says, and his voice is raspy and sonorous in the room. You swallow hard, finding comfort in twisting the hem of your pajama shirt in your palms.

“Well, it’s pretty damn surprising to have THE Dieter Bravo in my living room,” you say, a momentary swell of pride when you realize your sarcasm hasn’t flown the coop with your sanity. Dieter chuckles, tilting his head onto one shoulder.

“Who were you expecting?” 

“Honestly, no one. Nothing,” you lie. Half-lie. You were hoping for something pretty specific.

“Very cute, but let’s not pretend we don’t know what’s going on here. I know exactly what you were hoping would pop up in this pretty little circle of yours.” 

Your eyes wander to his inner thigh, then snap to a symbol on the floor. 

“I thought…” You sigh, ducking your head. “I thought I was summoning some sort of…sexy demon. At least that’s what the book said.” 

“An incubus,” Dieter offers, and you nod. 

“But clearly something went wrong, because you’re here, somehow.” You scrub a hand over your face. “No idea how I messed up this bad. I didn’t even know you could mess up this badly.”

“Oh, you didn’t,” Dieter says in a carefree voice. “Mess up, that is.” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“But I got…you.”

Dieter leans forward, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head with a knowing smile. In the dim light of your apartment his eyes seem even darker than before.

“Exactly what you asked for. At your service.” He tips his head, tongue slipping from between his plush lips to swipe along his full lower one. A sudden patter of arousal grips your hips, and he half closes his eyes and breathes deep.

“That can’t…you’re Dieter Bravo.”

“Yes.”

“You’re an…incubus.”

“Also yes.”

The next question blurts out of your mouth too quickly to stop.

“Why?”

His laugh is just as quick and breaks some of the tension digging into your spine. The warmth of it wraps your head in cotton, smiling along. 

“Oh, starlet, I should be pissed as hell to be pulled away from that fantastic party I was about to ruin, but this is turning out to be much more fun.” Your cheeks warm at the affectionate name. “How many people do you think summon incubi these days? A demon’s gotta get by.” He’s sliding closer to the edge of the circle but not moving past it. A small voice in the back of your mind notes that he might not be able to.

“So…acting,” you say, not without a little smirk. He seems to like that, smile stretching wider and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“What, should I be slinging burgers?” he asks with another snort of laughter. “C’mon, don’t tell me it doesn’t make sense. Beautiful people, sex appeal galore, fast living and high octane relationships? I haven’t been hungry in ages.”

Your hands still in your lap, studying your fingers as you let the silence linger. Dieter allows it for a time before his voice pulls you back.

“But you summoned, and I came. You must have a reason.” 

Now that the silly half-buzzed fantasy is mere feet from you, saying it aloud is daunting.

“You’ll…you won’t get it.” 

His eyebrows lift in slow surprise. 

“Try me.”

You're turned on more than you’ve ever experienced in your life, and Dieter’s nostrils flare as his jaw ticks.

“I was having a drink. A couple,” you correct, the dregs of the bottle giving you away. “And I was just hating the way I was feeling about everything going on and I looked at this book and it seemed like a funny thing, to try and summon a demon…”

“Incubus, get it right,” Dieter purrs, and the air thickens.

“I didn’t think it would work,” you protest, hands coming up to cradle your temples. 

“But you hoped, enough to do all this work on the one day of the year when magic is easiest to grasp,” he teases, tilting his head to the side to catch your eye. It’s definitely not helping the situation that he’s Dieter Bravo, solid C-list star who’d captured your attention in more than one of his movies. Thoughts of his dark eyes and full lips drew your hands down your body on more than one occasion before…

Dieter growls low and frustrated. “Let’s cut to the chase, starlet. You’re laying out a buffet and I can’t even have a taste.” You blink owlishly at him before he smirks, licking an incisor. “I can smell how much you want me.”

Shock slams your mouth shut, face burning. Your traitorous body has failed you again.

“You called and I answered. I’m still in your circle, so you could send me away, but I doubt you know how to do that.”

He’s right. You’ve trapped him here. With little old you.

“Or, you could tell me what you really wanted when you spent all this time writing all these little symbols so carefully.” Dieter’s fingers dance along the chalk lines, smile turning cheekier. Steeling yourself, you let the truth out into open air.

“I called you because…I’ve never had anyone before.” 

Dieter’s face remains cooly neutral, but you can see his nostrils flare briefly. 

“You’ve never…”

You shrug, self-deprecating smile cutting through the awkwardness.

“I’ve done some things, by myself, but never…I’ve never had sex with anyone in the…classical way.” The words are starched and wooden but hit a chord with Dieter. He repositions to sit back on his knees, hands splayed on his bare thighs. The smooth expanse of his chest begs to be touched.

“I thought I smelled something special here, and I was oh so right,” he rasps, nipping at his lower lip while he drags his eyes over your body. “Human virginity is a social construct, but inexperience in pleasure? Being allowed to revel in your body discovering all the ways it can feel? That is a rare treat.” 

You don’t expect the sudden rush of emotions at Dieter’s eagerness. Years of people either finding you broken or fetishizing your “purity” had given you an even larger complex than you thought. 

“It’s not…fucked up that I’m doing this?” you ask. 

“What sounds better to you, letting some Chad fumble through trying to pleasure you when his dick can barely handle your sweet cunt, or allowing someone with centuries of experience give you everything you ever desired?”

Your aforementioned cunt knows which one she wants.

“May I ask why you’ve waited until now?” he says, interrupting your railroading thoughts. Shyness and shame clouds your eyes.

“My parents were very religious. Lots of ‘thou shalt nots’ and ‘obey thys’. But I wanted to be a good daughter. So badly.” Dieter’s eyes are darkening as you speak, fingers pressing divots into his thighs. “So I did everything they said. Followed all the rules. And I grew up their perfect little girl. Never got caught sneaking out with a boy, never drank or smoked or anything.” 

“How…boring,” Dieter comments. It stings between your shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much all I heard when I went to college. That I was boring for not liking weed. A buzzkill because I was nervous about breaking rules. And sex…”

Here you swallow, your lower lip trembling before you bite it back. 

“I thought I was doing everything right. Everyone told me I was doing everything right. And then I get into the real world and nobody wants…” Looking up you catch a softer expression on Dieter’s face, true understanding blunting the lust.

“How have these fumbling fools tried to pleasure you?” he asks, and maybe the wine is still thrumming in your veins (it’s not), but your tongue is looser than it’s ever been.

“Grinding mostly. I think they’ve…cum…but I don’t. Not like when I do it myself.” 

Dieter snarls softly. “Fuckers,” he rumbles, an oncoming thunderclap crackled with electricity. 

“Every time I feel like I’m damaged goods,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I thought maybe this would…fix me.”

The lights in the room dip low as Dieter chuckles. Darkness seems drawn to him, settling around his shoulders like a fine stole.

“Betrayed by the God you worshiped so faithfully,” he muses, rolling his shoulders and licking his lips. “Don’t worry, starlet, I’ll take care of you tonight.”

“Can I…do anything for you?” you ask. Dieter’s smile softens, tutting quietly.

“Believe me, you’ll be perfect,” he praises, the heat in your cheeks even more unbearable. “Like I said, I’m rarely hungry anymore, but your arousal will be delicious. I’ll gorge myself on your peaks and leave you sated…and ruined for any after me.”

That should be a warning. It only makes your want greater.

“Okay,” you breathe out. Dieter’s smile widening again. Are his teeth…sharper?

“Now we can fuck to our heart’s content in this summoning circle here,” Dieter says, tapping his finger in the air. Motes of copper light and sparks rain down from an invisible barrier. “I’ve had more challenging obstacles. But if you would like me at my best, break the circle starlet.”

Standing back up, you retrieve a cloth from your kitchen table. When you return Dieter is standing in the center, prowling ever so slightly in his tiny prison. You move to wipe the line connecting the circle when…

“Are other celebrities incubi?” you ask, kneeling in front of him with open curiosity on your face. Dieter’s predatory smile quickly shuffles to confused and incredulous.

“I mean, maybe, I don’t keep close tabs.”

“Tom Hiddleston could totally be one. Or Robert Downey Jr. Heck, maybe Marvel just employs incubi to keep their revenue going…” Leaning down, you move to wipe the mark. 

“Strange little starlet,” Dieter chuckles, and a warm breeze tickles the back of your neck. With one swipe the circle is broken.

“Hannah Waddingham would totally be…” you start to say, nerves tumbling words from your lips, but thankfully Dieter’s stop them. 

He moves so quickly for a moment you’re sure he’s going to devour you, tear you limb from limb for imprisoning him. Instead he crashes your mouths together, hand firm on the back of your neck as his broad shoulders press you on your back. His hips slot between your thighs so smoothly you’re arching into them before you can think straight. Once your head is carefully lowered to the floor his hands find your wrists and press them above your head, maneuvering your thighs to wrap you around his waist. The dizzying feat of agility pales in comparison to his kiss.

Dieter commands your mouth to submit, tongue hot and lewd between your lips. You’re afraid you’ll choke on your own but he strokes delicate paths into the lush depths that keep you barely breathing. His lips are plush and yielding, pulling away to drag against the corner of your mouth or teasing the edge of your lips. And his teeth. You’d had boys clack against you, or press them harshly against your lips. Dieter knows exactly when to scrape them against your tongue, how much pressure to put with your lower lip trapped, the anticipation of them sliding against your skin before he dives in again. 

“What a soft, pretty thing you are,” he rasps, and there’s a deep grinding quality to his voice now. Like stones moving slowly past one another, it vibrates straight to your clit as he inhales deeply behind your ear. 

“Dieter…” you manage, his face lifting from his ecstasy to study your own. His eyes are somehow losing the edge of white, expanding into inky blackness. He lazily laps at his lower lip, and when you lean up to kiss his chin he snarls and presses deep into your apex.

“I’m sorry, starlet, I forgot you’ve been waiting to break promises,” he teases, sliding a hand down to knead at your ass. As quickly as you were laid out you’re suddenly in the air, legs wrapped around Dieter’s waist as he carries you out of your living room. His strength has you feeling light as a feather, barely a nuisance as he searches out a place for his plans.

“The bedroom.” You motion to a half-opened door and Dieter’s knowing smile precludes entering. 

“Eager, aren’t we? What if I wanted to lay you out for everyone to see?”

The image of your body laid bare, covered in moonlight and monstrous hands, flutters your eyes as the bedroom door shuts behind you.

“No, tonight you will remain in my confessional,” he says, kneeling down on the bed and letting you fall back into the mess of pillows and sheets. 

“You’re very fond of religious metaphor,” you rib, rubbing your thighs together as Dieter sheds the robe and his Crocs, a brief moment of clarity bubbling a giggle up your throat. Dieter’s motions slow as he regards you again, kneeling between your legs.

“Maybe I am rather fond of…corruption,” he husks, the word lighting on your skin like sparks. “Maybe I like seeing you forsake all for me.” 

If he asked, you just might. The high of his attention is so great.

“But in this moment, what I mean is we will speak no lies in this room.” His hands trail down your thighs, and now your body remembers it has no experience from here. You shake, heart pounding as Dieter crawls up your body with only brief brushes to guide his way. “My promise is that you will know pleasure as great as I can offer. And you will tell me everything you think, and feel.”

He hovers over your body, broad enough to block the paltry light through your window.

“Would you like to be pleasured?”

“Yes, Dieter, please.” 

His smile is wicked, and the scrape of his fingernails up your ribcage arches your back. In a fluid slide of his fingers your shirt is over your head and tossed into darkness, leaving you bare-chested under him. He hums with appreciation as his face descends, curved nose dragging along your tender skin. Time hangs in the balance as you tense for what may come, but Dieter only traces dizzying paths with the tip of his nose and the fullness of his lips. Up one side of your ribs, placing kisses at intervals, then along the underside of your breast. His hot breath warms skin, nipples hardening sharp and sensitive at the scratch of his facial hair. Then down the center of your stomach, a long and cyclical detour around your bellybutton. Stomach trembling, he hushes you as his fingers slide under your waistband and bunch your sleep shorts and underwear in his hands. 

Another fluid drag and you’re nude, still swimming in endorphins at Dieter’s skilled touch. It’s only when hot palms wrap around your knees and begin easing them apart do you balk. Instinctively you clamp your legs together, heat flooding your face. Dieter tuts, smoothing his hands up and down your jittery thighs.

“What are you afraid of, starlet?” he asks, ghosting his fingers over the apex of your sex. Just the brush against your mound steals your voice, that same hot shame and anxiety pulling you in on yourself. When you don’t answer, Dieter commands more firmly, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Dragging your eyes from the ceiling back to him doesn’t help. He’s all mischievous eyes and knowing smiles, pressing a kiss to both of your knees as he rests his chin on them. 

“I can make it easier for you,” he says, fingers finding a soft crease in your hip and stroking along it. “Give you something for the nerves, for any pain. I’ll only let you feel good here with me.” 

You take two more grounding breaths and ease the pressure on your knees.

“”Sorry, I’m just…no one’s ever…” you say, but before you can explain your woeful inexperience he’s wedging his way between your legs and holding your thighs open in his firm tight grip. 

“I’m the first to taste this forbidden fruit?” he asks, and you clench involuntarily. He waits as you gather yourself enough to nod. A deep, dark chuckle falls from his lips. “Starlet, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight.”

The question claws up your throat but no sooner has he glanced at your pussy he’s diving in to press his tongue deep and sweeping through your folds. The velvet slither arches your back off the bed, a strangled cry earning a satisfied hum between your legs.

“Holy shit, Dieter, oh my god,” you rasp as he flicks his tongue in fast swipes over your clit. It’s foreign and taboo, so much wetter and softer than your fingers and you can barely stop your hips from bucking into his mouth. One hand presses you down to the bed, his chin tilting up to catch your eye. Slick shines his mouth, and your pussy throbs when you realize his eyes are the shiny black of nightmares and creatures used to the dark. 

“No god here, sweetheart. Only me. Only take my name in vain,” he growls, and the rush of blood in your ears speeds up when you realize the hand pressed on your abdomen spans the width of your hips. Black-tipped claws indent the flesh, prickling your skin just shy of pain. Dipping low again, Dieter swirls at your entrance and prods in, nose pressed tight to the button of your pleasure. The supple stretch is unfamiliar, pulling at a primal need to let him fill you. It tightens your thighs and shudders you against him as he forces you down again, the bite of claws a sharper warning. His jaw doesn’t stop, plunging and delving into you as deep as he can manage. 

“Dieter, it’s never…oh fuck, it’s never felt this good before, please…please, I can’t stand it,” you beg, a rush of slick coating his tongue. Now a true snarl seeds your cunt, and in the charcoal dark his silhouette thickens, shoulders broadening under your knees. He pushes you further up the bed, pulling even greater cries from your chest. Dragging his tongue from your sopping hole, he sucks greedily on your clit, hands wrapped around your waist to lift you half off the bed. Suspended and flowing with arousal, your hands unclench from the sheets and circle his wrists. The skin is hot under your palms, and they dig deeper in at your scrabbling touch. It’s not enough, so with a boldness you pull from a dizzying depth you bury your fingers in his curls. 

At first touch they’re soft. Long enough to wind around your fingers. You give a gentle tug and swear you feel a shudder around you. But as you bury them deeper another sensation tickles your palm. Something unyielding and curved, smooth like bone. Two protrusions fit in the webbing of your thumb and forefinger, short enough that the blunt tip brushes your knuckles. Horns, you think. A demon is eating me out and he has horns. And where you might have tried to wake yourself from a nightmare at this thought, instead you wrap your fingers around them and tug.

Like lightning something changes in Dieter. His lips tear from you with a roar that fills the room, your mind, spreading like forest fire and drying your mouth out. You hold on as he drops you back to the bed, the sound still ripping from his throat. Then there’s pain, supernova-like in intensity and scorching through arousal and fear. Your eyes snap down to Dieter’s mouth, but it’s no longer defiling your pussy. It’s clamped hard on your inner thigh, air puffing sharply through his nose. The pain radiates, and you realize he’s bit you. Not an overzealous love bite, you can feel the puncture of incisors and pump of blood into his mouth, the same pattern as your racing heart. Your hands release his horns, pushing you up as your mouth drops open in horror. 

“Dieter,” you gasp, but with his horns released the pressure abates. His eyes open slowly, catching your terrified face. The curve of his brow morphs from surprise to apology to determination. Then a thumb presses firmly to your clit and circles it, washing pain away with pleasure teetering right on the edge. His fangs remain in your thigh as you stare at him, incredulity on your face but pleasure rocking your hips. He adds pressure to the bite again, speeding up his fingers as your brain struggles to differentiate one from the other. 

Then, just as your spine begins tingling and your fingers go numb, one slick finger penetrates your cunt, smooth and deep, barely noticeable compared to the symphony of sensations. Like a reward, Dieter gives you the final stroke that crashes your orgasm over him, slamming you back to the bed as pain and pleasure and shame and exhilaration floods your brain. You barely register Dieter’s jaw releasing, fingers working you through your orgasm as the slow laps of his tongue lull you back to your body. Every muscle quivers, attempts to sit up failing twice before you manage to come up to your elbows. 

Between your legs Dieter is pressing devotions to the spot he bit, open-mouthed kisses with peeks of tongue soothing the injury. His finger is still inside, a lazy caress of your walls foreign but not unpleasant. Finally he lifts up to his knees and turns his attention back to your face.

“I’m sorry, starlet, you got me a little too riled up there. I’ve fixed it, but you might be sore tomorrow.” A bloom of teeth circle your inner thigh, but no blood oozes out. You felt the pop, felt him inside you, and somehow he’s taken it back. “Can’t have you injured because of me, not very professional.”

“I hope it stays,” you pant, fingertips tracing the dark marks. The tenderness arcs down your spine. 

“Fuck, you’re made for sin, starlet,” Dieter purrs, and now your attention can turn back to him. Grounding yourself with a healthy, “oh fuck,” is the only way you can fathom what he’s become.

He towers over you even kneeling, broad body only more tantalizing as he’s grown in stature. The well-known triangle tattoos you’d seen in paparazzi photos are joined by swirling patterns up and down his arms, concentric rings and text you can’t read patterning his skin. Where only wild curls were before now jut two smooth horns, curved away from his face and looking suspiciously similar to a goat’s. His skin almost steams in the room, wisps of smoke or condensation haloing his silhouette like an ominous aura. 

Then his hand flexes again and you realize how full you are with just one finger inside, even observing how thick and wicked they’ve become.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and there’s only a hint of teasing now as he works his finger inside.

“It’s…okay,” you gasp, staring at the place where you’re connected. His thumb ghosts over your clit again, but so soon after your high it’s over sensitive, making you hiss and tremble. 

“Shhh, starlet, just relax. Thought it would be better to take advantage of the pain.” With a final stroke that lights up your nerves he slips out, holding his fingers up for you to see. They’re wet with your arousal and a little blood, a lot less than you thought. “Now that’s out of the way, we can take our time giving you the best fuck of your life.” With a knowing smile, he pops his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“Fuck, you really are…an incubus,” you say, acquainting yourself with the dull ache of your loss. There isn’t much fanfare, no swelling of emotion. If anything, breaking your hymen is probably the least memorable part of your night. Dieter’s smile falters briefly, and in a dizzying turn of events he shrinks back, closing in on himself. Ducking his head, you might think he was embarrassed, or shy. It looks stranger than the horns on him.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Touching the horns got me a little too worked up. Let me open you up on my fingers for a little while longer, that’ll give me enough time to…change back.” His smile is sheepish now, hands roaming your thighs and stomach. Instead of the skin-crawling terror you thought that would instill, you’re practically preening under his touch.

“Is this you? This form?” you ask, and you let your boldness move to your hands. You stroke your fingertips over his, investigating the smoothness of his claws, how the joints of his fingers are more pronounced than yours. He scoffs an uncomfortable laugh.

“Uh yeah, mostly. But you’ll have a lot more fun bragging that you lost your virginity to THE Dieter Bravo,” he redirects, shaking his head like he’s annoyed he’s not that man yet. 

In your brief and paltry handful of intimate moments, you never considered yourself bold. You’d let men touch you until your discomfort was too much, or your embarrassment pulled to the forefront. You never asked for the touches you enjoyed, or sought out the pleasures you dreamed of. But now, with a creature that’s endearingly vulnerable before you, your voice is finally strong enough to be heard.

“I’d like you to stay this way,” you say. Sitting up further, you skim your hands up his arms to cup his face. Your touch snarls his lip briefly before he settles.

“You can’t handle that, starlet. I’ve kept my human form reasonable, but you will not be able to take my cock,” Dieter husks. Tugging your wrist down to his waist, you palm him through fabric barely able to contain him. Thick and long in your hand, he drops his head and thrusts against you and gets bigger.

“Ruin me, then,” you whisper, filthy and naive into his ear. “I’ve waited all this time, saved myself for no one but you. Make me take no lover but you. Make me pray to you for ecstasy.” Leaning in to the metaphor rewards you. With a dangerous rumble he pushes you flat on your back, one hand wrapped around your throat.

“You want this, starlet? All of it?” he grits out, sickening cracks and pops echoing in the room. His hips force yours wide, planting his other hand by your head and carefully watching your face. The shine of his fangs whips your heart into a gallop, more ink dancing on his skin as he transforms from something beautiful to something magnificent. The room darkens perplexingly until you realize wings spread from his shoulders, thin light gleaming through the stretched web of skin. His aura crackles with molten motes, a whiff of fire and smoke making a home in your lungs. When he looks back at you, half familiar and half transcendent, his roguish smile brings one to your lips.

“Strange little thing, wet and ready for me,” he croons, removing his hand from your throat. A rip of stitching signals he’s as nude as you are now, and your eyes widen when the heavy length of his cock rests on your mound, curving past your navel and thicker than your hand can circle. 

“Say you want Dieter Bravo back, and I’ll have just as much fun wrecking you in that form,” he says, but there’s something cautious between you now. A shimmer of anxiety and distrust. You’re holding a thread of something truer than he intended to give you, and if you drop it you’ll never find it again.

“Can you help me make it feel good?” you ask, sliding your palms along his chest. Without proper pupils it’s hard to track his expression, but you think it’s awestruck.

“Of course, starlet. You’ve learned to cum from pleasure and pain, but I won’t have you suffer more than necessary.” Dieter leans down and cups your head, bringing your nose to his neck right where it meets his shoulder. “Breathe,” he instructs, and you inhale deep. Below the smoke and heat you smell sweet new earth, lush and fruitful. It makes your mouth water, clutching at his shoulders as he begins rocking his hips against yours. His monstrous cock slips in the wet mess between your legs, slicking the underside generously.

“Fuck, you arousal is so delicious, I could taste you for centuries,” Dieter whispers. Lifting up, he smiles at your dazed expression and wandering hands. They trace his features, lingering on his lips. “How are you feeling now?” 

You want him inside you, filling you up to bursting, to breaking. The need is hotter, all-encompassing. It’s surety that he won’t hurt you, that you’ll be shown pleasure beyond anything you’ve experienced. It’s lust but also trust. 

“Can you kiss me?” is what you say, and Dieter’s smile is a touch softer before he leans down and claims your lips. 

You swear you hear a hiss when he touches you, his skin scorching but not enough to burn. Parting his lips and nudging your jaw open, he traces the inside of your lower one with the tip of his tongue. One hand cups the back of your head, cradling you to his mouth, and with a forbidden thrill you realize his hands are now large enough that his fingertips caress the perimeter of your face. The threatening pressure of claws in your skin arcs arousal back in your cunt, winding your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he orders, and with a magnificent beat of bat wings his silhouette glows with dancing light much like a breath sparking fire to life. The warm hue of his human skin has gilded to gold, tattoos moving along the dips and peaks of his body. Eyes black and fathomless, his smile is a lifeboat in a raging ocean. He lets the heavy weight of his tongue wet his lower lip as your eyes widen, hefty cock lifting from your mound to press at your entrance. Scrabbling fear overtakes you, and you clutch at Dieter’s shoulders as the pressure mounts. 

“Again, starlet,” he croons, but his voice is the rumbling of great stones moving over one another as you inhale deep of his scent. Cool water pours through your limbs, easing your muscles and letting your legs drop open wide. His other hand presses at your lower back and arches you off the bed, resting your thighs atop his own. Then, with a controlled push his head breaches you, wrenching a wrecked moan from deep in your chest. He stops as soon as he’s engulfed in your heat, the only betrayal of his own state residing in the long exhale of breath that tickles across your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Tell me if you need me to stop,” he grits out, but you shake your head and roll your hips. It’s sloppy, inexperienced, but he moves ever so slightly within you and it punches a groan from between Dieter’s clenched teeth. 

“Please, Dieter, more,” you beg, his claws tightening around you again. Another measured advance, another wail, more snarling and groaning from the creature stuffing himself inside you. Whatever aphrodisiac he’s fed you is working magnificently. You’re full, the pressure intense, but the pain is dull and quiet. He’s watching where you’re joined so closely, stretched obscenely around his cock, waiting for your thighs to unclench before backing out and pressing deeper in. 

“Touch your clit,” he gasps, “Rub that pretty clit so you can take all of me.”

Your fingers are nowhere as decadent as his tongue but they pull bursts of ecstasy close to the surface. Venturing a look down, you’re dismayed to see he’s barely halfway there, so much more of his pulsing cock still to take. He already feels like he’s in your stomach, battering against your lungs. Tears spring to your eyes, lower lip wobbling.

“It’s not going to work,” you whisper, and even with the knowledge that Dieter could turn human at any point you still wallow in the rejection you anticipate. Not good enough for anyone, not even the person you called for.

“Shhh,” Dieter soothes, easing you back down to the bed. He tugs over pillows to tuck under your hips before covering you with his body, still looking in your eyes even at his towering height. “Breathe. Do you want me to stop? I can let you rest, change back to my human form. If you can take all of this…” His hips twitch forward, a soft cry tumbling out. “...then you can take my human cock perfectly.” With a tenderness your eyes water for, he strokes his thumb along your cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”

It’s already so much, so intense and mind-blowing, but you can’t help yourself. 

“I want all of it, Dieter,” you say, consequences be damned.

Much in the same way touching his horns unleashed something in Dieter, hearing those words unlocks something even more primal and greedy in his face. Dropping down to his elbows, he presses your face against his neck. 

“Bite,” he orders, the word igniting every pleasure center in your body. “Hard, starlet, give me one as good as I gave you.” The words are barely out before you sink your teeth into the crook of his neck, but instead of blood or other ichor you’re flooded with pleasure. The sensation rips an orgasm out of you, hips bucking on his cock. You register Dieter pulling out to the tip before slamming his hips into yours, seating himself fully inside your throbbing cunt. You don’t know how your body makes room for him, how you’re not screaming (well, maybe screaming some), but he’s inside you and littering your body with, “oh fuck, oh fuuuuucks” as he swirls his hips. 

“I did it,” you coo in pleasure-dipped delirium, head flopping back on a pillow as Dieter starts thrusting into you in slow passes.

“You sure fucking did sweetheart, look at that perfect pussy taking my monster cock,” he praises, now sliding along your clit with focus. The overstimulation rolls right into desire again as your cunt learns how to gorge itself on pleasure. 

“It feels…good,” you say, bearing down on his thrusts to meet him with a little more force. He purrs in admiration, starting to speed up ever so slightly. 

“Yeah? Like how good you feel all stuffed full?” Dieter asks but it’s nonsense now, his focus pulling between your face and his cock pumping in and out of you. There’s a little more pain now, places where his cock brushes that zip sharp up your spine, but it’s far from unpleasant. In fact, you might like it. Maybe really like it. 

“More, Dieter. Want to feel you. Please,” you moan, restraint flickering in Dieter’s eyes. 

“Fuck, baby, you can’t say shit like that when I’m so deep in you, I won’t be able to…” His thought falls off as his thrusts speed up, a little more force at the end each time. It’s kissing at something devastating inside, something clawing its way to the surface through years of shame and dread.

“Please Dieter, I’ll beg for it. I’ll…” Your brain wraps around a wicked idea. “I’ll pray for it.”

That does the trick. Dieter’s lips curl back in a snarl as he rears up to his knees, wings spreading to fill the room with only him. Hands gripping your hips, he looks down at you not like a lover, but like a fallen god. 

“Then do it, starlet,” he challenges. His smile is cool, but his cock twitches in your cunt. You have him. 

“Glory be to you, Dieter,” you say, and hellfire light erupts around him. Dragging himself out of your cunt, he holds tight as a bowstring.

“And to your…fucking massive cock,” you continue, eyes rolling back as he fills you to the brim. “And to your true form, in all its beauty,” you add, softer now, drawing his eyes back up to you. Time hangs as he studies your face before dipping down and sealing your lips with a kiss that means too much for words. When he lifts away you finish the prayer.

“As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be.”

Dieter’s smile glints.

“A-fucking-men,” he rasps, giving you just enough time to press your hands against the headboard before he starts railing you. 

You’re lost in pleasure and ache and sin and Dieter pounding recklessly into your cunt. His grip paints bruises along your waist, battering thighs marking the inside of your hips. His claws dig into your flesh and sharp scrapes tighten your nipples. Hands roam up over your breasts, around your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed as ominous splintering and cracks echo in your ears. 

“Another before I cum on your tits, sweetheart,” he pants, spitting down onto your clit and circling it with vigor. You cry out, hips bucking as the thickness of his cock impedes on your quivering walls. “It’s so close baby, just cum around me. Let me feel you cum on all my cock this time.” 

“I can’t,” you cry out, shaking and sobbing around him. Dieter tuts, his rapidly increasing slap-slap-slap of thrusts maddening. 

“You can, and you will starlet. You didn’t think you’d take my cock. I didn’t think you’d take it, and look at you now. So you’re going to cum. You’re going to cum now.”

The order shakes the room, pictures rattling on the wall as a final flick hurtles you off into oblivion with Dieter’s roaring triumph right behind. He’s somehow still fucking his cock into you even though you’re so tight it almost hurts to be cumming so good. A final crackling roar and you’re achingly empty, followed by a hot splash of cum across your stomach. Then another cresting your breast, and more and more until you’re covered in it, sticky trails sliding to pool in your bellybutton and drip over your sides onto the covers. Dieter is gasping above you, glowing like a sacred artifact as he pumps the last drops from his cock. 

You close your eyes once and it’s a mistake. As soon as you let your eyelids touch exhaustion grips you, fighting your desperate attempts to reopen them. It’s battling this bone-deep tired when you experience Dieter’s return to a human form. The horns receding, tattoos fading to just the ones that grace tabloid pages. The wings fold away, and soon a sexy as hell rumpled and soft body replaces the supernatural one. 

“Wore you out, starlet?” Dieter Bravo asks, kneeling between your parted knees with a rakish smile. You try to return it with a nod but your whole body is heavy, the mess barely bothering you. Dieter hums thoughtfully, and in a few moments a warm washcloth is cleaning up his cum.

“Side effect of my influence, helps a lot in the moment but it’s got some pretty strong sedative properties. Good for a speedy exit.” His chuckle sounds faraway now, even as you try to clutch at it.

“Stay,” you manage to croak out, hands seeking his body. You find his hair again, nose buried in your sex as he licks softly at your folds. The building ache there creeps back down to something dull and manageable.

“Our contract is up, can’t stay once you’ve given me what I’m owed.” Dieter’s lips start leaving small kisses along your abdomen, fingers soothing your skin. “Even if it was very, very good.”

“Please,” you try again, racking your rapidly puttying mind for anything to keep his hands on you. 

“Even when you say it so sweetly,” Dieter says, but there’s melancholy now. It glances off your fingertips as sleep pulls you under. 

In the between world of dreams, you think he says something more to you, but Morpheus snatches it away. 

Hail, starlet, full of grace, Dieter is with thee. 

This might be the silliest thing I’ve ever…well, hmm…

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, all those delectable orgasms you gave me.

Holy starlet, bringer of…something special.

Pray for this sinner.

There’s blood on your sheets when you wake, though less than you expected. There’s also less pain, though the ache takes your breath away when you sit up too fast. Hobbling to the bathroom with the cool pink of morning light guiding, you inspect your body in the mirror. 

You don’t look much different than before. Some strange notion of losing your virginity making you suddenly appear “mature” is dashed away. Maybe there’s a little glint of a secret in your eye, but not much more. Actually, surprisingly not much more. You expected bruises, scratches along your body and love bites marring your landscape. Instead your canvas is unblemished, no marks or injuries to hide. It’s almost as if he’d never been there.

Sitting down on the toilet, you wonder if maybe he wasn’t. That you dreamt up debauchery due to food poisoning or someone spiking the punch at the Halloween party. You couldn’t possibly have summoned an incubus. 

A dark mark inside your thigh catches your attention, and any doubts dissipate. A ring of teeth, four larger fangs prominent, marrs the inside of your thigh. Brushing your fingertips over the circle, the skittering thrill of those memories settle in your chest. 

You ride on the endorphins for a few days, a handful of people noticing. A work friend tries to interrogate you on it but “a lady never tells” is a saucy enough reply for her to give an approving look. You buy a new bed online, the base of yours splintered to ruin, but you keep the cracked headboard like a souvenir.

Online dating doesn’t seem as daunting now that you’re not so worried about the dreaded “first time.” You even accept a few dates, meet some generally nice men with generally boring personalities. They don’t make your heart race like a certain celebrity whose name you googled briefly before slamming your laptop shut. They certainly don’t kiss like him, or make sexy little jokes or terrify you as much as intrigue you. 

So for a while you try to move on. There’s no other option, right? Dieter Bravo the Movie Star would never give you a second thought. Dieter Bravo the Incubus surely has better things to do, more lascivious living. So you try to find something even remotely like what you felt that night.

It’s mid-November when you find yourself sitting on your living room floor again, piece of chalk in hand. You lit candles this time, bought black lace lingerie, made yourself up to feel pretty. It doesn’t help your shaking hands as you pull the rug off the summoning circle. Touching up a few spots, you settle by the broken line where you released Dieter. It all popped off when you completed the circle last time, so with a deep breath and a swipe of the chalk, you reconnect the chalk.

And you wait.

And wait.

A bulb in a lamp flickers but it’s brief. An errant breeze almost snuffs out a candle. But nothing happens. Your knees are sore, eyes watering but you blink the tears away. 

It was a long shot, you have to admit. A fluke chance, never to be repeated. You’ll have to settle for something bland, safe, loving but…

Nothing like Dieter.

You’re about to get up from the floor when one other idea tempts you. Something you thought he might have said before leaving you ruined.

Pray for this sinner.

Clasping your hands in your lap, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. 

It’s been a long time since you last prayed.

“Dieter…” you whisper. The fine hairs on your neck rise up, but you press on.

“Dieter, I pray to thee,” you continue, closing your eyes. “Come to me in my hour of need.”

A pause, then a final entreaty. “Please.”

A rumble creeps into your body, tiny puffs of candles snuffing out reaching your ears. You dare not open your eyes yet, too hopeful for disappointment. Instead you wait, and hope.

A hot hand, thick fingered and human, slides up your chest, over your throat and cups your chin. Relief floods your body, melting back against a solid chest and chuckling lips.

“Hello, starlet,” Dieter croons in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers search for curls, burying in his hair as you lace your fingers with his.

“You came,” you breathe, sparks igniting on your skin as he presses a line of kisses from your shoulder to your ear.

“How could I not, when you prayed so sweetly?” he teases, tugging you back to sit in the cradle of his crossed legs. “Smart of you to try the circle, but outside of all hallow’s eve you don’t have access to enough power for that trick.”

“But you came,” you repeat, turning your face into Dieter’s ministrations. He nips at the side of your jaw, soothing it with his lips before murmuring a confession into your skin.

“I hoped you would call again.”

A thick emotion swells in your chest, and you spin in his grasp to crash your mouths together. The momentum knocks him backwards to the floor, letting you straddle his waist and feast on his ample lips. His hands roam your back, reverent in their paths. When you break to suck in lungfuls of sweet air he leans up to mouth at your neck, possessive hand on your ass urging you to grind against him.

“Have you let anyone else fuck you?” he growls. To your delight the anxiety and trepidation that colored your first encounter is nowhere in sight. You smile wolfishly down at him.

“How could I? You’ve ruined me for any man,” you tease, and under your body he writhes, the whites of his eyes trading for inky black. “Plus, one time is hardly enough to know if I even like sex. I’ve barely begun to explore.”

The fangs flash between his kiss-swollen lips, and under the promise of any delight you desire you glimpse the even more exciting fondness that will draw you back to him again and again.

“Then we have a lot of work to do.”

END

Crawlin' back to you Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too Busy bein' yours To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through

The Arctic Monkeys, "Do I Wanna Know?"

#dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo fanfiction #incubus!Dieter #virgin reader #prolix fics

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

OMG OK BUT IMAGINE THIS it’s 2:24 am here so it’s officially Valentines day and DAYDREAM COMING IN.. what if Gabriel is your Guardian angel and he always ‚celebrates‘ Valentines day cause theres lots of chocolate involved so you always like to spend the day together relishing in sweets and you have mutual feelings that you don’t dare to acknowledge because of insecurity and awkwardness ect. but that Valentines day he actually jokingly acts all romantic and you just laugh and play along, flirting back and you two accidentally show esch other how much you actually know esch other through this joke date night and kinda grow quiet for a moment here and there as you realize this and then in the end he gets you home and you two jokingly pretend that its time for the good night kiss. And he jokingly leand in and you actually kiss him real quick and it was meant to be in the same tone but he just.. melts when he feels the tenderness in that peck and kisses you properly 🤭

Awwww I love this idea!❤️ GABRIEL MY BELOVED

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My Guilty Valentine

You and Gabriel tend to celebrate Valentine's Day together, but there was no actually feelings in it. Or was there?

You never used to like Valentine's Day, and it was because you had no one to share it with. Sure, you had the boys, but it wasn't like they really cared, you know? To them, it was just another day. But now, things have changed.

Gabriel has swooped down into your life like a guardian angel, which he assumed the position of in your life.

He loved Valentine's Day, but it had nothing to do with love or anything that people typically bonded over with it came to holiday. No. This is Gabriel here, and his sweet tooth comes a calling when red and pink start to stock the shelves of every store. You guys would relish together in every chocolate imaginable as the day goes on. But there was one tiny problem.

"They like each other, like-" Dean made indescribable hand gestures to his little brother to get his point across as they hid in the bunker library, listening to you and Gabriel as you guys sat at the table nearby.

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

"Cause Gabriel's acting like you in grade school when you liked a girl...all sweaty." Dean said while shuddering. Sam gave him a look before asking about you.

"Please...I know when a girl likes a guy. See it all the time." Dean said while smiling coyly, gesturing to himself. Sam fought the urge to roll his eyes as he decided to leave the situation, dragging Dean with him.

And they were right about the feelings you guys had to each other, but there were reasons that nothing has been done about it. Insecurities were a big part of it. Being an archangel, you were afraid to approach Gabriel. You felt like, as a human, you weren't enough for him. And Gabriel felt the opposite. He's been with so many women that he worries that you would be, for a lack of a better word, disgusted by him, that he was just using you. There was also a bit of awkwardness in this whole situation for Gabriel. He's never felt this way for someone before, and he didn't quite know what to do about it, so he kept quiet.

That said, when Valentine's Day rolled around again, Gabriel had something in mind that wasn't chocolate.

You came back with the aforementioned delicacies after a supply run. Returning to the bunker was quiet without the boys, who were away on a case having to do with a possible over affectionate incubus. Setting the groceries aside in the kitchen, you were walking to your room when you noticed a trail of rose petals.

"The hell..." You muttered to yourself as you followed them. Sure enough, they led right to your door.

Upon opening, you should've expected what you saw.

"Hello darling, I have the hot date you ordered." There was Gabriel, head in his hands, laying on his stomach, with his legs kicked up behind him as he laid on your bed. Before he obscured them by being on the bed, you would assume the rose petals were meant to form a heart.

After being stunned for a mere second, you burst out laughing.

"What is happening?" You murmured to yourself as Gabriel got up to sit on your bed, humor in his eyes as well. His sense of joking was always a little creative, so you figured that's what was happening. So, instead of telling him to stop this fake flirting, you decided to play along.

"What took you so long?" You flirted back as you moved to sit beside him, closer than usual.

"Had to take the time to get all your favorite things." Gabriel said before snapping his fingers, revealing your favorite movie and your favorite snacks.

"You know me so well!" You gushed causing him to grin like a little boy who got praised. Speaking of that, you reached into the last grocery bag you had with you and revealed some of Gabriel's favorite things. His eyes lit up in excitement.

"Thanks cupcake!" The nickname rolled off his tongue like he's been saying it forever. You had to fight back a blush and remember this was all a joke.

So, the first part of your "date" commenced with a movie and snakes, with some cuddling here and there in your bed.

After an hour or so, Gabriel got up, offering his hand to you. You took it but noticed the mischievous look in his eyes. When you inquire him on that, he just grins.

"There's more to this night Y/N. The day isn't over yet." And with a snap of his fingers, you guys were standing outside of some fancy restaurant that seemed more like a Crowley move than a Gabriel move. Looking down, you saw that you were dressed a lot nicer and so was he.

"Well, don't you look handsome." You said with a laugh as he twirled around.

"And you, gorgeous." He said while taking your hand and twirling you around as well. You giggled, feeling elated. Then Gabriel pulled you close so he could whisper in your ear.

"Aren't angel powers incredible?" He said so the other bystanders couldn't hear. You moved back a bit so you could look him in the eye.

"Oh yes, my fair cupid." You said jokingly, and Gabriel feigned a look of offence at being compared to the love-bearing cherubs. Nevertheless, he took you in his arms and led you inside to have dinner.

"We had the fun part of the date, now time for the fancy part." He said to you with a flirty grin. You decided to tease him a bit as you guys got a table.

"And what comes after? The sexy part?" You teased, fighting back all the redness in your face as you reminded yourself that this was a joke. But Gabriel was taken aback a bit by your boldness, but he quickly wiped it away with a confident smile.

"If you behave." He said with a wink and you giggled.

As dinner commenced, being as fancy as he promised, you guys got talking. It was then that you both realized how much you actually knew of the other, and not just the favorites here and there. You guys both knew of the others family drama, of the pain that has been suffered, and of the dreams of the future. If anything, it made the true secret feelings grow between you two.

Then, just like that, the day of love was over.

"I need to get you home before the boys angel blade my ass." Gabriel said in a joking tone as you guys left the restaurant. You stared at him expectantly.

"You could just snap your fingers and we'll be there." You told him, but Gabriel just gave you some puppy eyes.

"But I need my goodnight kiss..." He pretended to pout, and you gave him a pretended look of sympathy. After all, everything had been a joke today, why not just continue that.

"You did behave well." You joked, mimicking his words from earlier. With newfound energy, a smirk grew on his face, and he leaned forward to accept your kiss. For only a slight second, you hesitated.

But then you stood up on your toes and lightly pecked those adorable lips of his.

To you, in was in the same lighthearted tone that the whole night held. But to Gabriel, it made him absolutely melt.

The tenderness in your touch made him all weak. You couldn't see it, but his wings fluttered in excitement when he came to the realization that the girl he liked just kissed him. His breathing hitched a little, and all the joking was pushed aside when he decided that this, this feeling he was feeling, mattered more.

He brought his hand up to your face, stroked your cheek slightly, and brought you in for a proper kiss.

Your face exploded into color when you realized that he wasn't pulling any joke with you. This feeling, this touch, this decision from Gabriel was all true. His lips were pressed perfectly against yours as if you were made for each other, as if God made you for him.

"Why...Was that real?" You still had to ask him after the kiss, being held close by his hands on your waist.

"You deserved to be loved, cupcake." Gabriel said, trying to lighten the mood with the nickname. You blushed this time, knowing that he meant it.

"You deserved to be loved too, Gabe." You made use of your own nickname for him, smiling as you said it. He returned the smile as well, pulling you in for a hug. This made both of you melt as you took in each other's warmth and beating hearts.

You felt a gentle kiss be pressed to your head before hearing the snap of his fingers.

Looking around, you saw you were back in your room with your old clothes. You were also alone with Gabriel nowhere in sight. If it wasn't for the discarded rose petals, blankets, and candy wrappers, you would've thought it was all a dream.

But no, you just went on the best date of your life, even if it started as a joke. You could hear the boys talking out in the main room, but you needed a moment to think of what you were going to say. So many thoughts were running through your head, but one thing was clear.

You couldn't wait till next Valentine's Day.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel imagine #gabriel

[dice-n-antlers]

I have another angsty Tav x Astarion fic idea, because that’s all this game does to my damn brainpan these days. I might try writing it out eventually.

So. Anyway. Hold on to your hoodles, because this one involves Haarlep, so… trigger warnings abound.

I’m thinking about a storyline where Tav/Durge killed Raphael and Haarlep is alive and has the use of Tav’s body.

Imagine if, some time after the events of the game, Mephistopheles knows that it was Tav who killed Raphael. I don’t think he cares for his son in the way that normal mortals care, but just the idea of a mortal strolling into a hellish abode and soundly murdering the master of the house is disturbing. Insulting. And for it to be Mephisto’s own son? And so soon after mortals stole the crown of Karsus from the archdevil’s own vault? It’s downright obscene.

We know that Mephistopheles had sent Haarlep to keep an eye on his son. And Haarlep obviously survived Tav’s raid on the House of Hope in this scenario. What if it eventually comes to light that Haarlep has the form of the mortal who murdered Raphael? Hell, if your Tav is a Durge, they’d be the same mortal who stole the crown. Mephistopheles is intelligent and calculating, but in other Forgotten Realms media, he has an underlying bestial rage that contrasts with his sophisticated facade. So he figures out the Haarlep connection and he wants this mortal to feel his wrath.

Now, I’m a serial spawn!Astarion-mancer and I’m obsessed with his sobering comments to Tav after the whole Haarlep debacle. So I specifically have him in mind here, but you can swap him out for your Tav’s romanced companion(s) of choice.

Again, some time after the final battle of the game, Tav and Astarion are adventuring together, perhaps trying to find a way for him to enjoy the sun. By this point maybe they’ve started learning to deal with the occasional Haarlep episode together. At the time this happens, they’re camped together, perhaps in the wilderness, or the underdark, or a modest inn with the curtains drawn. Perhaps they have a nice, north-facing room with thick curtains at The Hearth in Candlekeep where they’ve been perusing old tomes for leads to help Astarion.

Wherever they are, Tav starts to feel an episode coming on. They feel the familiar ghostly hands undressing them and pawing at their body… but this time they quickly realize it’s different. These aren’t the roaming hands of a lover. They’re not even the desperate hands of a person looking for a good, rough fuck. This is deliberate. Slow. Angry. There is the ghost of claws and teeth on their skin, a warning of what is to come. This ghostly lover is violent and the touching slowly, but surely ramps up into brutal fucking and torment. Throughout it all there is an edge of pleasure, because that’s what drives the magical connection with the incubus, but this is all so horrifically wrong.

And Astarion can do little more than watch as Tav writhes and gasps and chokes and trembles and cries. He can’t stop it. What is he thinking and feeling while watching the person he loves endure this torture?

Haarlep has stamina far beyond any mortal and Mephistopheles isn’t trying to kill them, he just wants to get a cruel message across to Tav. So it goes on. And on. And on. And on. And on. For hours. There are teeth, and claws, and fire, and the lashes of a whip. There is the sensation and being bound and twisted near to breaking. All the while, there is a stimulation of Tav’s sex, turning pleasure to horror. It is, quite literally, punishing.

And eventually, it stops.

Tav stopped thrashing hours ago. The near bone-breaking tension in their body finally relents and they go limp. Still alive, but exhausted and utterly broken. How does Astarion react in the sudden stillness after the horror? How does Tav deal with the mental and physical aftermath? In the next hours and days after this, how do Tav and Astarion come to terms with what happened? And the fear that it can happen again? Will they put aside their quest for Astarion and resolve to bring an end to Haarlep at whatever cost?

What can I say? I just enjoy putting Tav and Astarion in horrible situations… as long as there’s a happy ending or the hope of one.

(Addendum: if anyone is inspired to flesh this into a full fic, have at it. I likely won’t be able to badger my unmedicated brain into doing it)

#astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #haarlep #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #tw noncon #tw abuse #tw violence #fic ideas?

[yanderesotherhalf]

Hey I was wondering if you can do an Incubus! Jack x an asexual reader please. Thank you😊 Love your work 😊

Aaa thank you so much for the kind words~! Hope I did an alright job with this one decided to go with headcanons!

♡ So an incubus and asexual human walk into a bar-  

♡ In all seriousness the irony isn’t lost on anyone, least of all yourself. A demon who lives and breathes sexual appeal living under a roof with a human who has no active interest in sex whatsoever sounds like something out of sitcom, and you have to wonder what twist of fate had shacked the two of you up together. 

♡  It probably should have occurred to you sooner that Jack wasn’t just some run of the mill demon. Well, it’s not as though you ever got around to actually asking him what exactly he was, not really. All it took was seeing the horns, tail and wings to piece together that he definitely wasn’t human, but at the time you’d been too concerned about the fact that he’d just suddenly appeared in your apartment to start getting into demon hierarchies and such. 

♡ He’s a conscientious house guest at least; respectful of boundaries, takes care to not tear the house apart and he’s incredibly polite and attentive to how you’re feeling. And honestly? He’s a better roommate than most of the other people you’ve shared a place with, partners or otherwise. (though the fact that he can cook and clean may or may not give him a leg up in the competition.) You’re not sure when he becomes a staple in your home or your life, but it’s not long before you can’t remember a time where the big horned guy wasn’t hovering around you like a loyal puppy. Maybe it helps that he makes a point to reinforce that you can tell him when you’re uncomfortable or if he’s laying it on too thick with the affection. Sometimes you don’t even need to tell him, it’s as though he knows exactly what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling and acts accordingly to ensure that you’re happy and comfortable - best not to think too hard about it.

♡ Jack plays the long game when it comes to earning your favor. The incubus has learned to be patient and knows that you require a more delicate approach thanks to everything that happened before he arrived. There’s something about you that is profoundly different than the other humans that he’s fed on; just being around you is intoxicating and any time spent with you never feels like enough to him, so he’s always vying for more of your attention and your time, wanting nothing more than to have your eyes on him, and for you to enjoy his company. You’re not interested in him sexually but he still wants you to want him - to need him wholly and completely and to encompass all of your thoughts just like you never stray from his. 

♡ He wants that so badly, but he knows better than to blindly force your affections, or make use of his powers to ease you up to his presence. It’s been so, so long since anyone’s summoned him since he’s been locked away - he’s not going to ruin things by coming on too strong and rushing things when you need time to adjust and accept him.     

♡ You’d think that there would be issues around Jack being a desire demon and all that it entails, but it’s never something that you have to worry your pretty little head about, he makes sure of it. There’s plenty of other ways that he can fufill any of those pesky hunger pangs that don’t involve sex, just be prepared for a very clingy incubus when he’s feeling a little pekish. Hopefully you’re big on affectionate gestures and that you’re okay with him being in your space because he’s going to be acting very lovey-dovey around you a LOT. 

♡ From casual, subtle touches to full on cuddling up against you his affection is all encompassing in your day to day life. His hand always manages to find yours when they’re free, his head somehow always comes to rest on your shoulder and nuzzle into your collarbone when you’re working, and let's not get started about all of the times you’ve been trapped on the couch thanks to all of those TV time cuddles. Whatever it is Jack just loves touching you and being in your space not just to feed; you’re so warm and welcoming how can he resist the urge to hold you? Jack’s sure to temper himself though - he doesn’t want his sunshine getting too overwhelmed now does he?  

♡ All of these little touches cumulate into enough energy to keep this lovably clingy demon going, so the more the better. The reciprocated touches are especially filling. Be the first to initiate a hug or any kind of physical contact? Jack’s smitten and will happily take any and all affection that you are willing and comfortable giving him. 

♡ Don’t be shy! Stroke his hair or run your fingers along his horns and markings and you’ll have a very satisfied demon who’s like putty in your hands. Of course he won’t shy away from showing you just how much he loves having your undivided attention, coaxing you to keep it up and thanking you for taking such good care of him and making him so happy. That kind of talk can get flustering really fast, but if it manages to get a blush out of you it gives Jack all the more reason to keep it up - you just look so cute when you blush~!

♡ That isn’t to say he is always going to be able to keep his urges in check - he’ll reign it in around you so you’ll never have to worry about it but he’s got to properly feed sometime when it gets too much. For the bigger hunger pangs he’s not opposed to satisfying those urges through other means. They may or may not be the most moral but you can be that’s nothing that you have to concern yourself with - he never wants his sunshine to worry about anything, just best to turn a blind eye to those times he disappears for a few hours every once in a while.

#requests #headcanons #sdj imagine #sdj x reader #sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack incubus au #sdj incubus jack #sdj incubus au #asexual reader #fluffychinchilla22

[pleb-the-original]

Day 1: Jersey Devil

(Back at it again. Like I said before, the Catalog is now a separate project which will be started after this challenge. Which I guarantee will not be finished by the end of July. But I'll try not to take like how many months this time. As for the actual story, a regular interview seemed like a good entry point. Also being able to explore the fact that technically according to the rules established in my world, The Jersey Devil is legally not a cryptid.) Alright are we rolling? Ok. Hello, I am the Jersey Devil and a lot of what you have heard about me is probably wrong. Let’s get one thing straight: I am not a cryptid. Well not when you get into the schematics of it. By definition, a cryptid is and I quote “a monster or creature formed out of the belief of humans and who’s perpetuated existence is dependent on said belief.” I was not formed out of belief nor do I need it in order to live. In fact, I don’t even have a monstrous soul. By all accounts, I’m a regular fire demon. How’d I end up as a cryptid? Long story, and no it does not involve Mother Leads. So my mom is actually an incubus. Calls herself Llawes Goch. And apparently her kink is talking animals because one day she decided to go find herself a magical goat and…Well she called it “living up to my stereotypes”. Nope, not even a sapient goat. Just a random goat on a farm that so happened to be magical enough to be intelligent. She said she came back to the farm to give birth to me since even in her sick twisted mind she wanted “the father” to be able to see the baby. Guess she made too much of a ruckus because apparently the farmer found out and shot at her which scared her off and left me in that sheep pasture. I crawled my way into those woods where I lived and grew. That’s just where I stayed, eating whatever I could find and occasionally running into and scaring off humans. I had no clue about the Mother Leads legend but apparently one human decided to weaponize it. He literally called me out from the woods with a sheep carcass and summoned her spirit right in front of me. I guess it was some kind of bid to get me to become his slave? I dunno. We were both just standing there confused. The guy literally has to explain to both of us my legend. I of course ate him right then and there, but Leads stuck around. I guess she appreciated the break from hell and kinda took it upon herself to try to escape and take care of me a little. She’s a nice mom, way better than my real one I gotta say. Why’d I never go back? Well first of all, I never learned how. It was only after some guy called the Cryptidmaster came around that I learned that I was a demon and that I “belonged” in hell. I liked it better up here so I stuck around. I mean I doubt anyone would want me to leave the mortal realm anytime soon, too good for merchandising. Does that make me an aswang? Maybe? I mean I did accidentally get invited to one of their gatherings once, it was cool. Us demons up here just gotta keep in touch y’know. Sometimes they come around and we have spaghetti and venison together. Speaking of, I could use a snack. Thanks for the chat. 

#cryptidinjuly #cryptidinjuly2023 #writing #creative writing #prompt list #writeblr #fantasy #demon #jersey devil #cryptid (not) #marisahorror

[ddemonseonghwa]

Update/Fic Ideas and WIP’s

I just posted about a Chan fic coming up (since my little mini emotional disappearance, yuh). It’s kind of experimental but I am kind of practicing. I will say, massive trigger warning for this fic when I post it. There’s a lot of stuff mentioned in it (will indicate when posted) but overall I’m kind of not mad at how it’s turning out.

I also plan to work on the setup of my account. I might redo it tbh. I want to make a master list and actually make my blog look pretty. It’s already black and electric purple, but I wanna make it look better. I have my Ask box set up (I can only see it on my Mac, not on my phone), I have fic ideas for ATEEZ and Stray Kids (I need to start on the few The Boyz members I wanna write for omg), and more. Fic ideas are listed under the border.

Overall, I’m fine. Just kind of in a weird spot right now. Early 20’s stuff and adulting, you know? I also have to take care of one of my dogs. She has a gash on her paw pad and it’s very, VERY deep and requires surgery. She has to have stitches. On Tuesday, she got it bandaged and was prescribed antibiotics but today, Thursday, she is having surgery for about 2 hours? The gash was literally so bad the vet said it almost took the pad off. I’m not even the one who got cut and that made me wince. 😭 So after surgery, I have to take care of her. Keep her cone on, make sure her paw stays dry, can’t let her run, keep her on a leash in the backyard, give her antibiotics (which is not easy lol), all that good stuff. I’m also in my last class of college and I’m taking care of financial things. So I’ve been kinda busy and didn’t write shit except for my class. Oh, and I had writer’s block. But like I said in my last post, I HAVE been working on a Chan fanfic. It’s 95% complete and will be up soon. I don’t know what else to put here but I’ll update this post if I feel the need to. Border isn’t mine btw I think it belongs to starfellcup1d.

Fanfic Ideas (Stray Kids/ATEEZ)

***Subject to change!!!***

I also name the reader. I’m not writing y/n over and over again.

Fanfics are NOT tied together unless indicated.

WIP: currently working on it

Stray Kids

💜Bang Chan/Seven💜

(he’s one of my ult biases, and my main one, so uhhhh tons of ideas for his fine ass bc god damn he’s so mf fine)

-Werewolf! Chan x Vampire! Female Reader

-Werewolf! Chan x Female Reader; lots of smutty shit in this when I start writing it.

You belong to a family that’s human and you’re in an organization that is involved with werewolves. The werewolves are in a facility where they train and carry out their responsibilities, one of which getting selected the first day of the new year to be the leader. Every year, the oldest or lead wolf gets to pick which girl he deems the best to help him carry on his bloodline while maintaining her own responsibilities. Chan’s family is trying to get him to pick a certain girl but he spots you, and you happen to be his mate. You’re not interested in this event but when you see Chan, you only focus on him because you feel a strong pull towards him (and a pang of arousal because he’s hot). Since it’s not easy, it leads to a series of events of you two sneaking around and fucking and getting closer to each other as mates. How will it end? Wolfgang Bang Chan in this. 🤤

-Werewolf! Chan x Bunny Hybrid! Female Reader

-Understanding Boyfriend! Chan x OCD Female Reader; completed, should be in my top posts at the top of my blog 💜 and I have OCD so don’t come for me

-Mafia Leader! Chan x Female Reader;

You’re attracted to each other— he’s a mafia leader and you’re a slightly innocent girl with a sexual side. It’s the perfect combo for him, but there’s one problem— you’re in the family of the enemy mafia. You’re sick of your family except a few people, but both mafias are brutal with harsh punishments for insubordination and betrayal. Sneaking around can only do so much since he’s your sneaky link. When feelings build, what will happen?

-Incubus! Bang Chan x Female Reader

-Boxer! Bang Chan x Female Reader; that TikTok that showed part of him practicing fighting has me in a chokehold

-Vampire! Chan x Female Reader

-Devil! Chan x Mix Breed! Female Reader; this is the fanfic I was talking about. It’s close to being done and will be posted soon. WIP

-Hustler! Chan x Female Reader; Uh so basically typical Chan but he’s dating the reader. Can’t decide if I want it to be Idol Chan or some other hustle but I’ll figure it out.

-Sugar Daddy/Dilf! Chan x Female Reader

-Professor! Chan x Honor Student! Female Reader

-Tattoo Artist! Chan x Female Reader

-Extraterrestrial! Chan x Female Reader; oh bitch I have ideas, and very dirty ones, too

-Chan x Depressed! Female Reader; two-part series~ WIP/massive trigger warning when released

• Part 1: I Hate To Admit

• Part : 42

-Immortal Mercenary AU! Chan x Female Reader; probably five-part series, WIP, good shit involved

-Porn Star! Bang Chan x Female Reader; I can assure you that this is the product of my whore mind

💜Lee Know/Athena💜

I need more ideas for Lee Know omg

-Tattoo Artist/Piercer! Lee Know x Female Reader; tied with Tattoo Artist Changbin

-Mafia Leader! Lee Know x Female Reader

-Porn Star! Lee Know x Female Reader; I’m excited for this bc he’s so fine and I can imagine him being a really gifted Porn Star 🤤

-Vampire! Lee Know x Female Reader

-College Senior AU! Lee Know X Female Reader; I recommend listening to Blueprint for this one when I post it~ this is autumn themed and just kinda soft with vanilla smut, I’m experimenting with this one omg it has nothing to do with the fact that I want it to be autumn already or anything

-Werewolf! Lee Know x Female Reader

💜Changbin/Rin💜

-Dom Bad Boy! Changbin x Rebellious/Alternative! Female Reader

-Werewolf! Changbin x Female Reader

-Porn Star! Changbin x Female Reader

-Mafia! Changbin x Female Reader

-Vampire! Changbin x Female Reader

-Boxer! Changbin x Female Reader; he’s so buff I can see him being a fine ass boxer or something 🤤

-Tattoo Artist! Changbin x Female Reader; tied with Tattoo Artist/Piercer Leek Know, titled Red Fire, preview on the top of my blog, WIP

-Sugar Daddy! Changbin x Female Reader

💜Hyunjin/Rose💜

- Art Student! Hyunjin x Art Student! Female Reader

- Extraterrestrial! Hyunjin x Human! Female Reader; WIP

- Vampire! Hyunjin x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Hyunjin x Female Reader

- Kinky! Hyunjin x Female Reader; he just wants to tie you up pls

-Mafia Leader! Hyunjin x Female Reader

💜Han/Hana💜

-Vampire! Han x Female Reader

-Werewolf! Han x Female Reader

-Foreign Exchange Student! Han x Female Reader; WIP

-Assassin! Han x Female Reader

-Mafia Leader! Han x Female Reader

-Traumatized! Han x Female Reader; WIP

-Demon! Han x Female Reader; he wants nobody else but you.

💜Felix/Sky (Syx)💜

- Incubus! Felix x Female Reader

- Dancer! Felix x Female Reader; not stripping, just genuinely as a passion

- Rapper! Felix x Female Reader; again, as a solo passion

- Vampire! Felix x Female Reader

- Personal Bodyguard/Assassin/Mafia! Felix x Mafia! Female Reader

- Porn Star! Felix x Female Reader

💜Seungmin/Sara💜

Most of these will be difficult because he’s so soft omg

- Soft Boy! Seungmin x Female Reader; your classmate in your art class, college AU

- Brutal Werewolf! Seungmin x Bunny Hybrid Female Reader; WIP

He’s a very brutal werewolf. When he’s in his werewolf mindset, he cares about absolutely nothing besides protecting his fellow pack mates. In his human form, he’s soft and adorable, yet still brutal. Consistently comes to lectures with some kind of minor wound, mainly deeply bruised and cut knuckles in bandages. He also gets into a lot of fights because he’s a brutal and gifted besides being an omega, his enemies attack him, but they either end up going missing, dead on the spot, or almost lethally injured. When he finds out you’re his mate, the game changes.

- Mafia Member! Seungmin x Female Reader

💜I.N/Jeongin/Melanie💜

I need more prompts for him omg pls

- Gamer/Nerd! Jeongin x Female Reader

- Mafia Leader! Jeongin x Female Reader; interesting ideas for this

- College Student AU! Jeongin x Female Reader

- Werewolf! I.N x Female Reader

Poly:

Rough Dom Bangchan/Changbin x Female Reader

Rough Dom 3RACHA x Female Reader

Rough Dom Hyunjin/Han x Female Reader with PTSD; might be a collab with a very special someone ✨

Rough Dom I.N/Seungmin x Female Reader

OT8:

Vampire Stray Kids x Female Reader

Halloween Costume Party; you’re dressed as a bunny and things get kinky

💕ATEEZ💕

Soooo these are the plots I have for ATEEZ fics. I wrote this months ago so I just copied and pasted this onto a single post. Some are subject to change so yea

💕Hongjoong/Sara💕

- Incubus! Hongjoong x Human Female Reader

- Vampire! Hongjoong x Human! Female Reader

- Model or Porn Star! Hongjoong x Female Reader

- Art Professor! Hongjoong x Female Reader

- Designer! Hongjoong x Model! Female Reader

- Mafia Leader! Hongjoong x Mafia Leader ! Female Reader; enemies to FWB to lovers. Both highly successful mafias.

💕Seonghwa/Melanie💕

(Another main ult bias that triggers my whore mind✨)

- Mafia Leader! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Demon! Seonghwa x Female Reader

-Devil! Seonghwa x Female Reader

The man at church, the one your parents force you to meet, is the perfect Christian man who accepts you despite your alternative lifestyle. You’re not religious and religion makes you uncomfortable. But he’s not as Christian as you think when it becomes nighttime. Meeting him at the church at night is a new game, one that would ruin your church and pull you closer to him.

Alternate synopsis: oops the church man I met is actually the devil and he’s attracted to me, and he fucks me dumb on the altar at my family’s church most nights.

- Investigator! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Dilf/Rich Daddy! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Photography Professor! Seonghwa x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Seonghwa x Female Reader; highly HIGHLY NSFW

-Vampire! Seonghwa x Female Reader

-Mafia AU (yes, again)! Mafia Leader! Seonghwa x Female Reader; major infidelity theme here, which I don’t condone irl.

Basically, Seonghwa was put in an arranged marriage with a woman that his parents knew before they passed the role to him. Her family is a partner and they were looking to put their daughter in a marriage as well to strengthen the relationship between the two mafias. But the woman is a bitch, she’s unnecessarily rude to people, him included sometimes, and she can do things but it’s just her shitty attitude and fake/sneaky personality that gets under his skin. But he finds you at a nightclub while he’s alone, and you can do many things, things that are extremely useful in the mafia that supersede her abilities. So how will it play off when he’s married to a bitch and he’s attracted to and fucking a woman who actually makes him feel things for once?

💕Yunho/Seven💕

- Porn star! Yunho x OnlyFans! Female Reader; WIP

- Business Owner/Rich/Dilf! Yunho x Female Reader; he has a black card so it makes sense

- Bad Boy/Softy! Yunho x Bisexual Female Reader; WIP, part 1 is done

- Incubus! Yunho x Female Reader

- Dance Instructor! Yunho x Female Reader

💕Yeosang/Mae💕

- Tattoo Artist! Yeosang x Model! Female Reader

- Lawyer! Yeosang x College Student! Female Reader

- Mafia Member! Yeosang x Secretary! Female Reader

- Physics Professor! Yeosang x Female Reader

- Library Employee/Nerd! Yeosang x Honor Student! Female Reader

- Dorky Gamer! Yeosang x Female Reader

💕San/Rin💕

- Dilf! Professor San x Depressed! Female Reader; I have severe depression so I’m not trying to romanticize it

- Dilf/Incubus/Professor! San x Vampire Female Reader; I can explain, this is an experiment, part 1 finished, WIP

- Mafia Leader! San x Female Reader

Tatted/pierced San has to protect you. But it’s not easy when he’s attracted to you and daydreams endlessly about making you squirt and scream his name. Kind of pervy San, for you, but he loves rough sex.

- Rich Business Owner! San x Female Reader

- Tae Kwon Do Instructor! San x Red Belt! Female Reader

- Werewolf! San x Female Reader

-Vampire! San x Female Reader

💕Mingi/Athena💕

- Half Breed Vampire! Mingi x Vampire! Female Reader

- Extraterrestrial! Mingi x Human! Female Reader

- Professor! Mingi x Female Reader; WIP

- Mafia Leader! Mingi x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Mingi x Female Reader

💕Wooyoung/Hana💕

- Poseidon Descendant! Wooyoung x Siren! Female Reader; I got GOOD ideas for this

- Assassin/Mafia Leader! Wooyoung x Witness! Female Reader

- Dilf! Wooyoung x Female Reader

- Young Professor! Wooyoung x Female Reader

- Werewolf! Wooyoung x Female Reader.

- Gamer/Artist/YouTuber(?)! Wooyoung x Female Reader

- Vampire! Wooyoung x Female Reader

💕Jongho/Kana💕

- Gentleman! Jongho x Female Reader; oh child I have ideas

- Photographer! Jongho x Model! Female Reader; female reader might be a Suicide Girl, he’s shy but the reader helps him loosen up

- Hurt/Dilf! Jongho x Female Reader

- History/Psychology Professor! Jongho x Female Reader

-Werewolf! Jongho x Female Reader

Poly:

San/Seonghwa x Female Reader

WooSan x Female Reader

Yunho/Mingi x Female Reader

Seonghwa/Hongjoong x Female Reader

OT8:

VampireTEEZ x Female Reader

That’s all I have. It’s 3:38 A.M. and I have to be up at 5:15 A.M. after I basically slept all day lmfao

Like I said, this post is subject to change. We’ll just see. This post is so horribly formatted omg

#ateez smut #stray kids smut #ateez #stray kids #ateez fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #smut #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #christopher bang #bang chan #lee know #stray kids lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #lee yongbok #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #stray kids i.n #ddemonseonghwawrites #ddemonseonghwa

[arcadejohn127-9]

How do you think the boys + undatables would react to an MC with osteogenesis imperfecta (brittle bone disease)?

I'm not very knowledgable about medical stuff and had to look up the disease to have an understanding of it, I'm very scared that I won't be able to do this justice. I'll try my best and I apologize if it isn't fully correct

I understand there are multiple types of this disease and will try to do the general of each and just over all what is common

I'm sorry if my writing comes off rude or ignorant; I've never handled a prompt like this before and will always take criticism and notes from anyone who gives it

Warning: minor angst, some very disrespectful reactions from certain characters (don't worry there is fluff)

Lucifer:

He looked down on you when he first met you

Was very insensitive to your condition

The more he got to know you and see how it effected you everyday

Became more and more guilty of his actions at the beginning

Has been trying to make it up to you by helping you around but it comes off very condescending

Is always extremely gentle whenever he has to take hold of you

In general; he will be controlling as he's worried about you getting hurt

Very strict about what you do and when you go out

His intentions are good but this man needs to take a chill pill

Mammon:

Has accidently handled you too roughly causing a bone to break

Was PANICKING SO MUCH

Broke down sobbing and wouldn't stop apologizing

When you were all healed up he was really hesitate to even lay a finger on you

Likes to push you in your wheelchair around the school

Will demand Everyone to move out the way

As your first, he's insistent he is the one who gets to look after you

Someone's gotta make sure you're not getting hurt

Doesn't want to be too protective as he knows you can handle yourself and doesn't want to treat you like you're a baby

He'll get things from the cupboard for you

Always by your side

Levithan:

He grabbed your arm when he got excited and freaked out when he saw how easily you bruised

Has said some insensitive stuff without realizing it was offensive

Always gets upset when he notices that you're not happy with him

Likes to put stickers on your crutches/or wheelchair

Would fight Someone if they even thought about being rough with you

Let's you stay in his bed aka the bathtub whenever you want

If he notices you're having breathing problems he'll try to help you as best as he can

Satan:

Oh no

He's very worried about loosing his temper around you and accidentally hurting you

Will keep you close and will get you anything if you ask

If you like going into his room he will start cleaning up the floor

You broke your ankle after tripping and fractured your arms due to landing on them

Still feels bad even if it was ages ago

Studies human sign language and practices it with you

Makes sure to keep extra patient when you ask him to repeat himself

Asmodeus:

His touch will be as light as a feather; will do a full body massage if you wanted one

Bought you plenty of back supporters and trainers, he's trying to help

Hates seeing you in pain

If he knows you'll be spending time with him he'll make sure to keep his room cold/chilly

Always carries tissues with him incase you have a nosebleed

Regardless of your condition, race, weight, height, gender,ect - asmo will always love you and think you're the most beautiful human he's ever seen

Even more gorgeous than any Incubus or succubus

Very supportive

Will do whatever he can to make sure you don't get hurt or feel Insecure

Beezlebub:

He's so afraid to be near you

He appears stand off-ish and cold but the reality is, he's so worried he'll end up hurting you

He's already a strong guy

Does everything for you as long as it doesn't involve Touching you

Is your personal body guard

He's very cautious and protective of you

Knows it can get rough in school hallways

Will sit beside you and let you pet him or play with his hair or clothes as much as you wish

He wants to be close to you as much as he can but is very worried

Is learning human sign language with Satan, has gotten all the other brothers involved

Belphegor:

He's always tired and so are you - it just works

When you first met he thought you were easy bait, perfect for this plan

Very rude and insensitive

But after the whole incident and just saw how easily hurt you were

He has been working on earnings your forgiveness everyday

Always lends you his pillows and blankets

lets you sit in his lap and wheel you both around in your wheelchair

Is very cautious with you

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

He didn't even know that was something humans could go through!

Has the brothers help him learn sign language

Always enthusiastic to learn about your condition and how he can adjust the Devildom to fit your needs

Things really pieced together when he was advised by barbatos to make wheelchair friendly ramps in the school

He's also a very strong guy

Very worried he'll end up hurting you

Like Beelzebub, will let you touch him and grab him as much as your heart desires

He is very out of touch but is always trying his best

Barbatos:

If he sees you end up getting injured in his visions

Will either tell the others what will happen or prevent it himself

Keeps a close eye on you even when you don't notice

Will learn as much as he can about it and how other things human go through

Was ordered by Diavolo to have the rest of the exchange students and himself learn sign language

Makes sure around the castle things are spotless so you can't trip of anything

Always offers you pillows to keep you comfortable

Keeps the castle chilly for you

You need something? He's got it and will go get it

He might as well be YOUR butler at this point

Solomon:

Is the most familiar of your condition

Offers spells and potions to give you force fields or heal your bones faster

Has made you float and keep you attached to a string so you wouldn't bump into anything

Didn't go very well

Is legally not allowed to give you his food

Tries his best

Simeon:

Offers you miracle's and spells to heal your bones and help with your conditions

But if that feels insulting then he'll be more cautious with what he assist with

Overall, just trying to be as nice and caring as he can

He doesn't want you to feel bad

Always offering to help with something

Can be overly sweet but he's an angel, it's to be expected

But he's still as sarcastic and mischievous as ever

Is always making sure people doesn't get too careless and accidentally hurts you

Luke:

He's your own personal little helper

Has tried to fight a demon over being carless around you

Panics whenever he sees you have a nose bleed, carries tissues with him now

He's always asking questions so he can understand better

He's putting in alot of effort to keep you comfortable and feel understood

He doesn't like it when people tease you

Will get Simeon to help if he can't

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SPELLS OF DEFIANCE (ATEM X READER X YUGI) CHAPTER 8

EIGHT: BLOOD

One //// Two //// Three //// Four //// Five //// Six //// Seven //// Eight //// [Nine coming soon]

Summary: The Circle of Magicians protects the world from rogue, murderous fey. The police who keep bloodsuckers and flesh-eaters in check. You’ve hunted vampires for years, earning a reputation as one of the best magicians in that field; but what happens when an encounter with a particular vampire makes your already fragile loyalties split? Supernatural/Demon Hunter AU. Vampire!Atem x Reader x Incubus!Yugi (yes, a polyamorous relationship). Warnings for cursing, vulgar language, violence, and some sexual themes.

A.N: Sorry this took so long to get out, personal upheavals and writer's block has been kicking my butt lately. Anywho, I hope you guys like this update, but I do want to warn all of you that there are depictions of violence and an incident involving self-harm in this chapter. Please be cautious of reading this chapter if those are themes you're sensitive to. As always comments are greatly appreciated and help keep me motivated to continue writing, thank you for reading.  Oh, also, I made mood boards/edits for this series, in case any of your are interested in that <3

A crack so thunderous that it shook the walls around you sounded. Ears rang, blood spilled, and someone laughed. A sound cold and cruel bellowed as you were thrown back, senses reeling and vision blackening as skin made painful contact with the cement floor.

“Keith!” Duke’s eyes were wide as he watched you fly back, his own ears stinging even when he looked back to his fellow magician with a glare. “They said to take her alive, you idiot!” His fists clenched, eyes darting to the man’s arm. It still surged and flashed with lightning, flickers of electricity darting across his skin from his overpowered spell. His palm remained trained on you, and the seal on his palm still glowed from the magic.

Keith had the gall to chuckle again, “Relax, pretty boy. Even I know that wouldn’t kill her.”

Duke’s eyes widened again, and he looked back in your direction, finding you had managed to land on your knees, head bowed and arm holding you up as your shoulders shook with every labored breath.

“At least the attack broke down her defenses. Bitch always was good at keeping her armor up,” Keith added, sick grin glowering down at you.

You raised your head, vision finally coming back into focus after the attack. Your nose had broken from the impact, trailing red down your mouth and chin. However, to Keith’s obvious annoyance, the only other sign of harm were the glass-like cracks coating your face, your personal shield deteriorating under the force of his spell. He was right, you had always had a talent in armor spells, casting a constant barrier around your body, coating you in protection like a second skin. Your ability to redirect that shield to take the brunt of his attack was the only reason you weren’t a gory mess on the floor. It came at a cost though, and Keith knew it, you wouldn’t have the power to recast your armor spell for awhile.

You were vulnerable.

“Should have known they’d send their favorite dog after me,” you said, trying to make your form as steady as possible when you rose to your feet. Your jeans were rent, knees bloody and torn from the concrete.

Still, you stood tall.

Keith laughed again, “Well, not like they were gonna send pretty boy after you alone.” He shifted then, body moving into a combative pose, ready to fight. “Damn, I’m going to enjoy this.”

You actually smirked back at him, adrenaline kinking up your energy. Your eyes wandered past Keith’s shoulder, noting the wide cracks and barely stable wall just behind him.

Yes, that would do nicely.

A quick fluid motion and you reached out with your magic, grabbing hold of the crumbling stone, and pulled. The concrete followed in a thunderous cloud, and Keith barely had time to turn before the debris crashed down on him with a shout.

It wouldn’t be enough, you knew, but it bought time. You turned to Duke, grabbing a particularly large piece of rubble with your magic, just as your old friend’s face fell.

“Ah shit,” Duke muttered, then flung himself out of the way as you threw the debris.

Dust and curses were flung into the air, giving you the perfect cover as you jumped through a broken window of the nearest building, taking refuge behind the rotting walls. Let them chase you, they wouldn’t even realize the roles of hunter and prey were switched before it was too late.

You began your ascent to the top of the five-story building, climbing through holes in the floorboards and pouncing off rickety steps. Just as you cleared the third floor you heard a rumble and knew that Keith must have blasted his way out of the rubble. That was confirmed a moment later when you heard him scream at Duke, demanding to know where you went. Another yell at Duke’s answer, then Keith’s angry voice was ordering them to slip up, him taking one building, and Duke the other.

You grinned to yourself at the foolhardy decision- though you instantly regretted it when blood seeped past your lips at the act. You were definitely in for a lot of pain when this was over.

You were on the top floor now and heard the sounds of someone moving about below. He must have assumed you would go for higher ground, because the movements got closer a split second later; a teleportation spell. You looked up, finding the gutted state of this floor to your advantage despite the wide-open space. The ceilings were high, and the half-exposed rafters in those ceilings were dark, a perfect perch.

The footsteps grew closer as you jumped, climbing into the rafters with almost cat-like grace, and waited for whichever man had chosen this building. Unfortunately, you almost gave sigh when a whisper of a voice called out your name. Of course it had to be Duke.

He was within sight now, rising from the less than stable staircase on the other side of the room. His approach was cautious, eyes scanning the area with care as he called out to you again.

“I know you’re up here, so I’m going to ask you this now, come out and neither of us has to get hurt. I...I know this looks bad, but- damn it, you know I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to hunt you like- like some fey monster. Just come back with me, come back home and I promise I’ll help you convince the Council it was a big, messy mistake. I’m not the only one on your side, either. Mahad, Mana, Ryou- we’re all worried about you.”

Despite your taut state, his words actually did send something sharp through your chest. Memories of a younger Duke winking and flipping his hair at you played in your head, alongside other memories of him curled up beside your hospital bed and his hand gripped in yours as you pulled each other to safety. Friends weren’t actually touted as something valuable in the Circle, but Duke was one of the few you considered to be exactly that.

He cursed, then said your name a third time, sounding particularly desperate now, “I don’t want Keith to find you first,” he said to the room, his eyes continuing to scan the area. “You know what he’s like, and I think...I think his plan is to kill you, and tell the Council he had no other choice. I don’t want that to happen...”

Your hands gripped the wood of the rafters as Duke walked right below your hiding spot. Then, with an exhale of breath, you jumped down. Before he even had time to turn you cast your quick spell and pushed. It was barely enough force to make him tumble, but it put enough distance between you two as he swung around and narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry Duke,” you said, and took your battle stance, “but I can’t go back. I won’t.”

Something genuine filled his eyes, something hurt or desperate, but his expression was steel as he said, “Alright.”

Then his hands were moving, tracing a symbol in the air and it glowed with his magic. There was no use trying to dodge it, when his casting was finished an invisible force like a black hole began pulling you in, sucking in every loose object in the room. Your feet left the ground and you were practically flying towards the void his magic created- but you were ready.

Just as you were within range you flung an arch of fire, one that passed his black hole and slashed across his chest. With his concentration broken, the spell faltered, glowing sigil fading like a burnt bulb- though the power of its pull still sent you flying into the wall. Your bones ached in protest as you fell to the ground, but you didn’t- couldn’t miss a beat before springing back to your feet. Just in time too, because Duke was already on you. Your arms blocked his kick, before answering with an uppercut, and the moment he stumbled you shot another burst of fire that sent him falling.

Duke was an agile thing, though, and recovered before you could even fire another shot. A dance began, bursts of your flames soaring through the air one after another after another, and Duke using his own magic to cast them aside with graceful hands.

A full-on fire wasn’t what you were aiming for though, and you saw the pain twinge across his face when your strikes grazed his jacket. And finally, it was enough. Duke shouted in pain as the flames caught and spread across his coat. Much like you and Keith, magicians like Duke had their own armor, he just imbued the magic in a literal coat. Now, as Duke scrambled to pull the flaming garment off, his defenses were down, just like yours.

You didn’t let up, as much as you wanted to, and closed in on Duke as he threw his leather armor aside. A hard kick and he was sent to the ground, but his boot made painful contact with your sternum, shoving you away as he sprang back to his feet. Another flame, another shout of pain and you moved in for the proverbial kill.

He was fast, and threw his hand up, summoning a portal a mere step in front of you. You couldn’t stop your advance and fell through the portal with a shout. Suddenly falling through open air, you barely had time to register a pile of sharp somethings just below you, and cast flames to turn it to ash a moment before crashing into it.

Your senses reeled, coughing as ash flew down your throat and plumed about you, your body screaming in protest. You shook your head, opening your eyes to see that he had teleported you to the floor below. You had landed on a busted table or some other furniture that the old studio apartment was full of.

Just as you were standing up you heard a familiar sound, another portal- but a blow struck your ribs before you could react. You stumbled, knocking into another table as Duke closed in and tried for a second, but you jumped, landing on top of the table which his fist struck instead. You spun, landing the heel of your foot across his face with a resounding crack . The force was enough to slam him down hard on the table and later you would wince at the crimson that spat across the surface. Still he recovered, enough to knock into your knee and make it buckle, but it was a desperate move; one that allowed you to grab a fist full of his hair and slam him back into the table with even more force.

He went slack in an instant, sliding to the ground like a rag doll as you stepped back. A groan, and then stillness. You watched for a moment until you confirmed the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“I’m- sorry, Duke,” you panted. He would hurt when he woke, and hot guilt prickled across your skin, especially at the sigh of his bloodied mouth. Still, you had to remind yourself that all in all, he would be fine, especially after the Sanctuary's healers saw to him. Besides, no matter how brutal the attacks seemed, it was far from the worst you’d dealt in a battle. And you did take a second to appreciate how much Duke’s combat skills had improved, he had grown a lot from the boy you used to sweep-kick into submission every time you two sparred.

You hopped off the table and knelt by his unconscious form, tugging at his belt until the spellbook that hung from it was pulled out from underneath him. You unlatched it and flipped through the pages until you found the right one. If you wanted to get past that barrier, you have to break the seal Duke used to cast it. You thought you had found the right one when you turned to the first glowing page, but to your surprise, that sigil was not for a barrier, but for a mute spell, used when you wanted no one outside a certain area to hear you. Well, you wondered why your fight hadn’t drawn Keith’s attention, apparently Duke had wanted privacy when trying to persuade you to surrender yourself.

You moved past the thought, not having time to dwell, and continued to turn pages until you found yet another glowing source. This time it was the right spell, and you hastily tore the page from the book, disrupting the magic that caged you here. You glanced out the nearest window-

But nothing happened. The glowing barrier didn’t budge.

A curse that was practically a scream ripped through your throat. Duke was smart, he must have made two parts, two seals, to his barrier. You had to destroy the other seal before you could escape.

And who else would have that second seal besides-

“Quit hiding, you bitch!”

You sighed as Keith’s taunt echoed, a quick peer over a window sill confirming that he was storming out of the other building and marching straight towards yours. You wouldn’t be able to escape without facing him. Time to take out the trash, as they say.

Only when you started rising to your feet did you finally take more notice of your injuries and you had to steady your breathing to calm the surges of pain. You suspected a fractured rib was dangerously close to becoming a broken one and the pain was sure to worsen by the minute. You had to end this quickly.

Before you moved to the other side of the room, you took a second to snatch something else off of Duke’s belt and tuck it in your own pocket. Keith was quickly bounding up the floors below you now. With a sudden plan blinking into your head, you slipped your jacket from your shoulders and using a chair for height, propped it up on a collection of loose ceiling beams. Judging by the way he was charging up the rotting staircase, it would be the first thing he would see when he got here, and you quickly slipped to the other end of the room.

Not a minute later that thundering crack sounded, an arc of lightning cutting through the air and striking the coat tucked between the rafters. And just as Keith stepped up from the stairwell a second later, you charged.

He hadn’t even managed to turn enough to cover his flank as your foot made contact with his knee- but it was like hitting steel, his barrier still protecting him even as he stumbled. With a spin your leg came up, knocking him hard in the chest and he let out a shout as he went tumbling back down the stairs. You couldn’t press the advantage though, he let off another shot of lightning, making you duck away from the stairwell in retreat.

How a lumbering muscle like him moved so fast was beyond you, but you didn’t get time to gain much distance before he was back up the steps and you were scrambling to avoid another cracking bolt- heat grazing past you even as you did. You crashed to the ground in the messy dodge, and had to roll to avoid his boot from coming down on your head as he closed in! You managed to spring back to your feet and even block one fist with your own- but his second made painful contact with your jaw.

He pressed his advantage, your ribs screaming as he wrapped his arms around your middle and threw you hard against the wall. Vision reeled as fingers gripped your hair, scalp burning as he pulled you back. Another painful wrack through your body as he slammed you again, back first, into the wall before clamping his hands around your throat.

The instinct to take in a gasp as he squeezed your windpipe was strong, but your eyes locked on his even as he chuckled.

“Told you I was going to enjoy this,” he hissed, his fingers tightening all the more.

You bared your teeth against his sick grin and focused, concentrating on channeling your magic to the palm that once bore your magician’s seal. It would take more effort than before, the magic that helped focus your attack gone, but your power was more than what the Circle had given you.

So wrapped up in his sadistic enjoyment, Keith didn’t notice your palm growing hotter- until you reached out and clamped your hand on his face. He screeched as the heat burned through the layers of his personal shield but even as his fingers recoiled to claw at your hand you held firm. A burst of glorious air filled your lungs, steeling your resolve as you rammed your knee into his groin. His knees buckled, only strengthening your advantage as your palm continued to burn against his face.

But before you could knock him further to the ground, Keith struck, a quick jab of his fist right to your injured ribs. Stars burst behind your eyes and you couldn’t keep your hold as he twisted your wrist back- though you did manage to catch his fist as he aimed to strike again. Fist and wrist caught in each other's hold, a moment-long stalemate ensued as you both struggled to get the upper hand on each other. His skin was an angry red as he growled at you, some fastly forming blisters making the faint imprint of your hand across his face.

The stalemate was broken when you slammed your forehead into his nose, something of his cracking even as your own broken bridge throbbed in pain at the motion. The moment he reared back you pushed out with your magic, the force sending him across the room. Much like you had with Duke, you kept pressing, flinging flames in a relentless onslaught that he had to dodge second by second.

He probably thought he was doing well, not a lick of flame doing more than grazing him, but then again, you weren’t trying to graze him. Each move to dodge brought him closer to your target and the moment he was lined up, you grabbed Duke's weapon from your belt. He must have expected more fire because he didn’t have time to change tactics as the end of a rope dart soared towards him instead of flames. The blade swung, wrapping the rope around Keith’s throat as his eyes widened but even as he made to tug at it, you were faster. WIth all the force you could conjure, you aimed your spell at him, sending him stumbling even further back. He didn’t stand a chance as you closed the distance at a run- and slammed your foot into his chest.

All that power sent him sailing through the window behind him with a shattering crash!

You had just enough time to hold your end of the rope firm before it was pulled taught by Keith’s falling body. You did stumble from the force of his stop, but you held tight and quickly managed to anchor the rope. Not a second later were you hopping through the window yourself and landing, with some effort, to the concrete ground below.

After getting your bearings, you stood tall and looked up, eyes landing on a struggling Keith as he squirmed against the rope wrapped around his neck. He was a good three feet off the ground, and you had to admit, you did take a bit of satisfaction watching him struggle. But, what now? Keith was as bad as they came when dealing with violent and untrustworthy magicians. But did you really intend to let the rope hang him?

Just as you stepped forward, Keith took the decision out of your hands, reaching to the back of his belt even as his veins started to pop across his neck and face. He produced a knife, and you couldn’t help but sighed as he reached up to saw at the rope.

It was quick work, and you once again readied yourself as he fell to the ground, coughing. This was, admittedly, bad, you could feel your stores of magic depealting, and the pain of your injuries was getting harder to ignore.

He recovered quickly enough to snap his head up and glare at you quite vehemently, “Bitch!”

“You really need to think of a better insult,” you sighed as he scrambled to charge at you.

You lunged to the side when he made to grab you around the middle again, but he was quick on the turn and something flashed in the sunlight as your hand came up to block him. He dropped the blade into his free hand and made to stab again- only to be thrown over your shoulder as you turned into his grip. Though he hit the ground hard, sprawling out with a grunt, he was quick with a kick and landed a hard blow on your shoulder. He took your grip on his hand to his advantage too, and hoisted himself back up while throwing you off balance.

Then a scream ripped through your throat! Hot pain sliced across your stomach, and you barely stepped back in time to avoid another slash of his knife.

You clambered further from him, hand reflexively covering your belly and assessing the damage. The cut was shallow, even as it burned and bled crimson, but it was a large gash. This had to end, now!

Red-faced, boil-covered, and blood-stained, Keith still managed to grin at you as he brandished his blade in a taunting threat. You were vaguely aware of more red wetting your shirt, but you had to push it to the back of your thoughts as Keith made to strike again.

A block, a lunge back, a jab in retaliation, but he didn’t let up on his attacks. You found that you were being corralled closer to the building, not good. A duck as he swung his blade and you managed to swing behind him. Still crouched, you landed another hit on his knee and it was enough to make him buckle. You sprang up to land another blow but he was quicker. Another scream as his fist made contact with your ribs and you were sent tumbling back.

You crashed to the ground as the world spun, waves of pain washing through you. Yup, definitely a broken rib.

Another sick chuckle had your vision clearing enough to see Keith stalking towards you, smile widening as he tossed his blade aside. “I’ll just tell the Council I had to fry you, not like they’ll care anyway,” he held his fist up at the claim, “A close quarter impact, yeah, they’ll buy my story if they think I acted on instinct.” A second later electricity was sparking around his knuckles. “And I’ll make sure to hunt down your boyfriends too,” he continued in a hiss, and the arcs started to spread, coiling down his arm as he charged his attack, “I figure I can make them suffer a lot more than you. Yeah, I’ll enjoy that too.”

Your teeth were bared again, and a growl rumbled in your chest even as you silently prepared your own counter. Keith was always his sloppiest when he thought he had the upper hand.

A threat about staying away from Yugi and Atem was hot on your tongue, but before you could spit it out Keith was lunging, ready for the kill! Your hand shot up, catching his fist in mid-strike that might have broken your arm if not for the magic coursing through you. His lightning arched and flashed- flickering as its tendrils slowly crept down your own arm.

He had meant to send the electricity through you like an overpowered thunderbolt, but your own spell was absorbing it! You growled as the effort to redirect the energy back at him took its toll through your already battered body. He was fighting you, cursing you as he tried to tear past your magic and finish his killing blow.

A fierce cry rattled your throat as you pushed on with all your might-

Thunder so loud it might have cracked the very sky sounded. Something tore- something broke between the flesh and blood of your arm as the power between you two reached its peak! Through the bright flash, you thought you saw Keith being thrown back, but the force pushing you into the hard concrete wracked your senses, almost as much as the searing pain pulsating in your arm!

Your ears were ringing, the world had lost any real sense of balance as the sky above reeled and rolled. You were vaguely aware of clutching your arm to your chest as you bit down on your tongue, trying and failing to stop the cry of agony from leaving your throat.

A few shuttering intakes of breath and the world slowly started to right itself. Your ears were still ringing, but you managed to roll to your side (the side not screaming in pain) and find Keith, slumped motionless against the cracked building. You almost chuckled in relief. You were battered, a little bloody, and much worse for wear, but you were still standing- so to speak.

After another moment of gathering your wits, you clambered to your knees and started to rise, only then taking stock of your arm. It wasn’t as bad as if felt, though some nasty purple was already forming under the skin. The sheer amount of power between you two had been too much, and the recoil of it releasing had probably fractured a bone or two in your arm. Still, you were the one who remained conscious. You would take a bit more gratification in that once your body felt a little less like a crash-test dummy.

You made your way over to Keith’s body, taking note that he was still breathing despite looking like death warmed over. After fishing around in his jacket pocket, you found the spell paper that had the other half of the barrier seal scribbled on it. With one arm basically useless, you had to grip the corner of the paper between your teeth, and a sigh that hurt a little too much left your chest as the shimmering dome around you started to dissolve the moment you tore the parchment.

You had just enough energy left to teleport back home, and the thought of Yugi and Atem’s reactions to your state was already playing in your head as you took another step-

And fell to the ground.

A hiss of pain as you hit the concrete, and it was only then that you finally noticed the cold, seeping, numbness.

Your mind raced, but you tried to keep your breathing steady as you rolled onto your back and pulled your shirt up, realizing the lack of feeling was spreading from your stomach. Sprouting from the shallow but wide cut across your belly, there were nasty, vein-like lines crawling their way over your skin. Your eyes flashed to the dagger Keith had discarded as the answer dawned on you: poison.

You were already losing feeling in your legs, and your pitiful drops of remaining magic with it. Breaths were coming in ragged now as you tried to grip the last threads of your energy, even as you felt it slipping.

This…

This was not good.

***

“Aibou,” Atem’s tone was firm as he cut through his boyfriend’s rambling on the other end of the phone. It was only when Yugi froze in the middle of the phrase ‘what if she’s allergic-’ that Atem could finally get more than a word in. “I’m sure what you ordered is fine. We have plenty of options she can choose from, besides, if she doesn’t like what you order her, I know you’ll be willing to share your meal.”

He heard Yugi give a little sigh on the other end, “Yeah, I know, I just wish I had thought to wait until she got home before ordering.”

Atem found himself shaking his head despite the fact that Yugi couldn’t see him. Yugi was acting like he was a creature of impulse, and that ordering their takeout dinner before asking what you wanted was a recurring crime and not a simple misstep from a usually over-considerate man. “I’m sure she’ll love whatever you ordered for her, Aibou, you worry too much.”

“I know….” After the pouting pause, Atem heard a familiar bell tinkle on the other end of the line. “I have to go, be up in a bit.”

Atem said his quick “love you” before hanging up, again shaking his head at Yugi’s cute concern.

It was nearing the time for the shop to close, and Yugi had thought it a good idea to order-in dinner early, so you would have a fresh hot meal upon returning, and so the three of you would have plenty of time to follow up on any lead Bonz gave you after dinner. It was a good plan...until Yugi realized he still didn’t know all your food preferences until he was on the phone ordering said dinner.

“Too sweet sometimes,” Atem chuckled to himself, before setting the phone aside and returning to cleaning the dishes from his own mug-contained meal. Still, being reminded of the time, his mind once again traveled back to you. It was getting late. You had said it wouldn’t take long, but, exactly how long was that? He turned the knob to faucet off with a little too much force, something gory flashing in his mind as he watched the red remnants of his meal sliding down the sink into the drain.

He forced a sigh out through his nose and closed his eyes. It was hard not to worry, or, rather, to avoid that worry from stepping over the line into ‘overprotective’, as he was so known to do. Yes, it was late, but you likely had to walk, as you had mentioned you hated teleporting when it could be avoided. Maybe you had to make a stop on the way home, Yugi had mentioned some shops nearby where you could pick up essentials when needed, after all.

Atem scolded himself as he wandered out of the kitchen, unsure what to do with himself until you and Yugi came home. He had already spent a decent amount of time pulling out the video games he knew Yugi would want to show you, as well as ones he thought you might like, in the hopes that the three of you could have some bonding time later that night. Maybe he could-

Crash

In a glorious burst of glass and thick curtains splitting into ribbons, something sailed through the closed doors of the balcony. Atem’s hackles were up in an instant, even as he leapt back to avoid the sudden rays of setting sun pouring in through the remnants of the glass doors. The metallic and sweet smell of blood assaulted his senses, making his fangs elongate as he heard something heavy collide with the floor.

Then his blood turned to ice when he saw what was curled up in the wreckage. Your hand reached out feebly for just a moment before it fell, your body going still among the glass and splintered wood.

In an instant he was rushing towards you- only to hiss in pain and rear back as the sun blazed across his skin like hot talons. He felt his fangs cut into his lip as he swore loudly, you were laying right in the middle of the sunlight! He wheeled around the room, mind racing for a plan even as his mouth watered at the smell of blood permeating the air. By the gods, how badly were you hurt for the room to smell so intense in just a matter of seconds?!

Atem ran to the hallway closet, nearly tearing the door off the hinges as he threw it open. He grabbed a heavy blanket from the top shelf and started pulling it over his head and shoulders as he ran back to the living room. He barely took note of if his body was concealed in the blanket enough as he again ran to your side. Sharp shards split his skin as he tried to slide his hands under your form, and something was burning his legs as he worked. Finally though, he managed to get a hold of you good enough to pull you out of the sun and off of the debris. The moment he was out of the rays of fire, he wasted no time in gathering you in his arms and setting you on the couch as gently as he could, taking thankful note that your breathing was slow and shallow, but present.

A growl of anger and whine of concern caught in his throat when he saw the blood soaking your clothes. Colorful bruises were taking form across your skin and there were rips in your clothes sporting bloody abrasions. One was worse than the others though, and Atem found himself tearing the shirt in half so he could better see the cause of all the staining.

Another growl bubbled up as he saw the injury: a long cut right across your stomach. His hands were covering it in an instant, trying to stem the flow of red. The cut wasn’t deep and he might have wondered why there was so much blood if it wasn’t for the sickly markings crawling across your skin from the wound. What could cause this? Magic?

His mind raced for a course of action, even as it cursed his lack of knowledge in healing. What could he possibly do to counter whatever magic this-

The memory of purging the circle’s magic from your hand came flashing into his mind. You had said the curative coating his fangs must have some ability in negating magic. Could it possibly help here? He growled again as crimson continued to seep over the fingers clamped on your wound. Healing the magic or poison or whatever was afflicting you could wait, right now he just needed to make sure you didn’t bleed out!

Atem felt sick with the way his throat ached with need at the smell and sight of so much red. He knew the best way to seal the cut, but fear gave him pause. No matter how many centuries passed, no matter how long he honed his self-control, the memories of finding humans- innocent people, dead in his arms still haunted him.

Then his eyes darted up to your face. You were barely hanging on, breathing seeming to slow before his very eyes.

With all the self-control he could gather, he steeled himself against the thirst parching his throat, and pressed his mouth to the wound. He had but to graze his fangs across the torn skin so the curative on them took hold and started mending the flesh. He was painfully aware to be careful though, gentle as he moved his canines along the wound and not to worsen the cut.

As expected something like a shudder of relief (euphoria, even) shivered down his body as some of your blood seeped into his mouth. He ignored it, countered it with the self-loathing that writhed in his stomach, knowing that the thing he was could ever take any enjoyment in this.

His fingers gently followed his progress, making sure the skin was healing after the touch of his fangs. It was, and he nearly collapsed with relief when he pulled back and saw that only an angry-looking scar remained of the gash- well, of the gash itself, his brows furrowed when he saw that the vein-line markings around it were as sickly and deadly looking as before.

His mind was frantic again, searching for an answer before the sound of a door caused it to snap back to the world besides your injured form. His eyes darted up to land on Yugi, who had stepped inside only to have his smile vanish a moment later, his gaze landing on the living room.

“Help me!” Atem’s voice was raw in his throat and all but a yell, but Yugi snapped into action before he could blink.

The brown take-out bags in his hands spilled to the floor as Yugi ran to your side, “What happened!?”

“I don’t know, I think she barely managed to teleport home. I just sealed the cut that- that caused all this-” he waved his hands to indicate all the red- “but I think she’s been poisoned. Do you have anything in the shop that could heal her?”

Yugi didn’t answer, he was already fishing his phone out of his jean’s pocket as he looked over your form. One hand slid over the skin of your chest while the other frantically tapped at his phone screen, and it was only then that Atem realized the markings were still spreading.

“She’s burning up,” Yugi choked under his breath, even as the phone pressed to his ear started to ring. A moment later he was spewing a string of words into the receiver, “What could cause black marks under the skin? It might be magic, it might be poison, we don’t know which!”

After a stunned pause, Atem heard Anzu’s voice answer on the other end, hurriedly telling Yugi to send her a picture. Yugi did, snapping it as fast as he could and growling at his phone for taking too long to send it. Several long, agonizing moments ticked by as they waited for Anzu to answer, and when she did Yugi was scrambling to his feet and bolting back down the stairs to the shop. Atem almost ran after him, but the need to stay by your side anchored him, pulled him to stay right there. He looked back at you, chest clenching at the sight. Your skin was clammy, face taking on a bit of a hollow look as your chest barely lifted with each breath that had long pauses between them.

Atem found his hands reaching out to cup your face, the red staining them smearing across your cheeks as he tried to hold you. “Please- please just hold on,” he whispered.

A too-long moment later Yugi was bounding up the stairs and through the door again. Atem saw something flash in his hand as he fell to his knees beside the couch. A blade.

“You’re sure this will work?” Yugi panted as he tapped the speaker button on his phone and set it on the floor.

“It’s the best option you have,” Anzu’s voice snapped from the phone’s speaker, “but you have to put it on the same spot the poison entered.”

Though the remaining scar made that spot obvious, Atem pointed the wound out to Yugi, who looked pale as he hovered the dagger over your stomach.

“You’re going to need to hold her down,” came a shaky warning from the phone, just before Yugi pressed the flat of the blade to the scar.

An ear-splitting scream ripped through your throat and Atem flung himself to the other side of the couch, shaking hands gripping your shoulders as your body began to writhe. As gently as he could he pinned your shoulders to the couch, heart aching at the cries of pain spilling through your clenched teeth. Yugi, still holding the blade flat to your stomach, had to throw his body across your legs to keep them from thrashing and Atem thought he heard a distressed noise from the phone, but it was worth it as he saw the edges on the markings slowly begin to recede.

***

Yugi was fighting back tears. Now that the adrenaline was gone, stress and worry drug and tore at his senses, making it harder not to sob as he wiped the blood from your skin. The poison was purged from your body, thank god, but, if you had not already been passed out from the blood loss, the act of drawing the drug out of your body certainly would have knocked you out cold. Yugi was thankful, not for the first time, that his grandpa’s old collection of magic artifacts was full of unique pieces, including one blessed by patrons of healing from several religions.

For about the fiftieth time, Yugi dipped the washcloth into the bowl of hot water, wringing out the stomach-churning red. The apartment smelled like a crime scene and Yugi knew he’d have to shower for an hour to feel clean again, but at least you were alive. You looked sick, and Yugi watched you like a hawk to make sure your breathing didn’t stop, even though Anzu had warned that you’d probably look worse before you got better.

Once the washcloth was rinsed of blood he gently swiped it across your body again. He was trying to find a good balance between taking care of you, and not doing anything that might make you uneasy. He wanted to get the gore-soaked clothes off of you, put you in something clean, something comfortable so you didn’t have to wake in your own blood. He had even gathered a pair of his extra stretchy, soft sweatpants and oversized flannels to put you in, but the actual act of changing you felt too… Violating, too perverse despite the fact that no ill-acts were at work. As it was, he felt guilty that your shirt was nothing but a torn rag, leaving your chest bare as he tried to clean the red from your skin. Maybe you didn’t care, maybe you were used to this, being a warrior of sorts, but Yugi felt sick at the idea of crossing a line with you. In the end, he figured Anzu could change you, she was on her way there with a healer’s hut worth of herbs and spells to get you patched up, after all.

Another sniff that threatened to turn into a sob later and Yugi was finally done wiping your chest and stomach clean. You were still covered in marks from your battle, but at least this was better. He grabbed a blanket that was discarded on the ground (had Atem used it to shield himself from the sun?), made sure it was clean enough for you with a quick look over, then tucked it over your body for privacy and warmth.

Next, he moved on to your face, which was not nearly as messy, but some ash dirtied your skin under thin smears of blood. The vague memory of coming back to find Atem desperately holding your face with red-stained hands floated through Yugi’s mind as he dabbed the cloth over your cheeks with care.

That cleaning didn’t take long, and when he was done, Yugi suddenly found himself at a loss. What else could he do? Should he get you a glass of water for when you woke? Run a hot bath so you could slip into it at a moment’s notice? Tuck another blanket around you so you felt safe and protected while you healed? Hold you so you didn’t have to wake alone and pained and-

Yugi dug the heels of his hands into his eyes with a tired, defeated groan. He hated feeling useless, feeling like he could do nothing while the people he loved suffered. Again he had to swallow the sour taste of tears, knowing it wouldn’t do him any good now.

Then, before he could even think, he found his hands reaching out to gather yours. Your right arm was badly damaged, swollen and bruised, but your left seemed fine, and Yugi leaned in, lay your palm on his cheek as he silently thanked you for having the strength to come home to them, for surviving long enough for them to take care of you. An odd thing to think, perhaps, but Yugi allowed himself the moment of thanks, even moving his lips to press against your palm in gentle affection.

He lingered there for a few moments, comforted by the feel of your no longer fevered skin against his and watching your breaths get stronger and more even with every moment. Soon enough though, he forced himself to tuck your hand back under the blanket and get back to making himself useful. The living room floor was still a mess of broken glass and splintered wood, but first he took the bucket of blood-tinted water to the kitchen, and it was only when the red was streaking down the slope of the sink that he remembered someone else in distress.

Atem had taken off not long after they purged the poison from your body, his face looking sickly and pale. Yugi knew Atem might need space, and besides that his mind was preoccupied with taking care of you first, something Atem would understand. Now however, now that you were sleeping as soundly as you could, it was time to tend to his vampire.

It didn’t take long to find him, Yugi heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and padded over to the open doorway. Atem stood over the sink, steam pluming up from the hot water to fog up the mirror and porcelain and-

And Yugi froze when he saw scarlet coating the sink.

Atem was scrubbing his hands under the scalding water, nails digging in so much that the skin was tearing and healing rapidly before Yugi’s eyes. Not fast enough to stop the bleeding, though, and the ferocity of which Atem was scrubbing his hands and arms was causing red to pour like a waterfall.

“Atem!” Yugi rushed forward, “Stop- STOP!”

He tried to pry the vampire’s hands away, so desperate he almost dug his own claws into his lover’s skin. Atem only jerked out of his hold, eyes wild and panicked as he shied away from the incubus.

“What...what are you doing?” Yugi’s words were panted, trying to stay calm and only half succeeding as he approached Atem like a scared, injured creature.

Atem’s eyes were locked on his own hands, reproachful almost, but mostly enraged. “I can’t- I can’t get it off!” he raised them a little, still raw and bloody from the abuse, “No matter how much I try it won’t go away! I can still smell her blood on my hands, Yugi!”

He snatched a towel from beside the sink and started scrubbing at his hands again, but Yugi rushed forward and gripped them with as much gentle force as he could manage.

“Enough,” he said in a whisper, “that’s enough, Atem, please, please don’t hurt yourself.” With a tug, he pulled Atem close, held his vampire’s healing hands to his chest as he peppered reassuring kisses over Atem’s face. “It’s okay, everything’s okay.”

“No, no it’s not, Yugi!” a sob marred the words, and Yugi felt his heart break. “I can’t stand it, it makes me sick, just like the others.”

Yugi knew what ‘the others’ meant, remembered calming Atem down from nightmares, holding a sobbing vampire who was still haunted by the memories of killing when he wasn’t in control of his blood lust. It didn’t matter that it had been over a century since the last time he woke with a dead human in his arms, Atem still remembered them, still told himself he was a killer with blood on his hands that could never be washed clean.

Just like on the nights filled with those memories, Yugi held Atem close, whispered assurances in his ear, told him it wasn’t his fault, ignored the stabs to his heart when Atem told him it was.

“We almost lost her, Yugi.”

“But we didn’t.”

“I had her blood on my hands, in my mouth-”

“You saved her, Atem.”

Silence followed that, and for a long, long while they just stood there, clinging on to each other like a life line. Yugi tried to put forth some more gentle words, but Atem said nothing more, only pressed his face into Yugi’s chest with a sob so tired that Yugi had the urge to tuck Atem into bed too. He even suggested it, said that Atem could rest in the living room with you while he tended to you both, but the vampire just shook his head and held Yugi closer. That is until he finally pulled away with a sniffle.

Atem tucked his hands closer to himself, self-conscious, unsure. “You should get back into the living room, I think Anzu is here and she’ll want your help healing her wounds.”

He was right, not even a second later they heard the front door open and Anzu's worried voice calling out to them before she spotted you on the couch with a gasp. Still, Yugi stood there, eyeing his boyfriend’s hands with concern.

“Atem-”

“I’m okay, Yugi,” he assured, then sighed and gestured at the sink, “I won’t try that again, I promise. I just...I just need a minute to collect myself, that’s all.”

Yugi had learned to tell when Atem was lying long ago, but he knew Atem was being truthful now, so, he just stepped forward, cupped his hands to Atem’s face, and said, “You know we’re here for you, right?”

Atem actually managed a slight, tired, smile, “I know, Aibou, I know.” He leaned in and pecked Yugi’s lips, “Now go, help her.”

Finally somewhat assured, Yugi nodded and stepped out of the bathroom, back to the side of someone else who needed him. Still, Yugi was only fully assured when Atem joined them a few minutes later and started helping him and Anzu dress your wounds with poultices and spells.

#writing fight scenes are soooooo haaaaard! #also damn why does if feel like nothing actually happened in this chapter even though it's my typical length?? #I promise more mushy relationship development will come in the next chapter <3 #atem x reader #yami x reader #yugi x reader #atem x reader x yugi #yugi x reader x yami #ygo #yugioh #Atem #yugi mutou #yugioh x reader #series: spells of defiance

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Okay well then!!!! I am very glad and excited to share my most recent idea I had while rereading Yeti Hunting again!! And the new Incubus one too!! They're almost exactly the same idea, just different flavors I suppose. Also Joe is trans in both the ideas but that's less to do with the ideas themself and more to do with just me projecting on him sgfjgsjfhsjdh

Okay so it's like a reverse au so Stern is some kind of cryptid, but as far as Barclay knows they're just two good human friends (but maybe they wanna be a little more than friends...). And then one day Joseph goes into heat and tells Barclay he's sick to try to keep him away, but Barclay being the sweetest man alive goes to his house with fresh soup to take care of him and Joe seems really panicked about Bar being there and tries to make him leave but he is CLEARLY unwell and Barclay is very stubborn when it comes to helping people he cares about and so he plants himself down on the couch and says he's not leaving until Joe tells him what's wrong and Stern tries to hold onto his human form but it's taking too much focus and energy and whoops Barclay finds out his friend not human and currently in distress and so horny it hurts and if he can help his friend and fuck him at the same time, well then that's just a win all around (bonus points if at the end Barclay is kinda sad because he thinks Joe just needed somone to fuck him, not nessacarry Barclay, but Joe frantically assures him that he is SUPER into him and if it were anyone else he would have kicked them the hell out and probably skipped town bc he couldn't trust anyone else with a secret like this).

Or!! (This is where the incubus part comes in) Joe is an incubus and currently hiding out in his human disguise at the Amnesty lodge and it's going fine for a while, but then he starts talking to and getting to know the really hot chef. And they slowly start growing closer and closer. And maybe in this world, the power an Incubus gets from sex depends just as much on their desires as it does the human's. And this has never been an issue for Stern before, but now he's falling for Barclay and wants him and no one else so he's getting less and less energy from his encounters and Barclay is worried about him because he doesn't seem like himself anymore. Almost as if he's... dulled? When Barclay looks at him the blue of his eyes seem muted and his general aura seems... gray. And it all comes to ahead when Joe finally stops insisting he's fine and after dinner one night he asks if he can speak to Barclay privately, and he comes clean about everything and Barclay, while a little shocked, rolls with it very well and cups Joe's face in his hands and kisses him softly and it like,,, you should have come to me sooner, I'd do anything for you,,, and yeah it's really tender,,,,

Okay that's it I'm sorry it's so long and probably incoherent. I tried to use at least little formatting to make it better but it's a tumblr mobile ask, I'm not sure even the new paragraphs will translate over. The general idea is that they're close friends and Stern is Not Human and Barclay finds out under less than ideal circumstances :3 I know these are far from original or unique but I just wanted to share my ideas with you bc you're the inspiration for a good 70% of my private writings, but if you like them enough and ever feel like doing something with them that'd be cool ;3

Here you go! I went with scenario one. Content Note: some “mating” talk and mild subdrop at the end (which is, of course, taken care of)

The two canvas bags are ready to burst. Barclay peers into them, contemplating the addition of another box of tea, in case Joseph doesn’t like the other two. Mama was cagey when he asked, he doesn’t know what’s ailing the other man, only that he’s sick. 

Joseph manages Amnesty Lodge, where Barclays’ been a cook for the last six months. Barclay was initially wary of him; his cosmopolitan bearing and clean-cut appearance is so out of place in the rustic mountain town of Kepler that the logical explanation is he’s one of those city types who fell on hard times and got stuck here. 

It took less than forty-eight hours for him to prove Barclay wrong. Polite and polished, efficient and stunningly good in a crisis, Joseph handles the day to day chaos of the lodge while Mama, the owner, took care of the big picture stuff. His friendly greetings and consistent compliments about Barclays cooking gradually turned to afternoons spent at a table with his work so they could talk during lulls in business. 

When Joseph leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled up, laughing as he helped Barclay tidy the kitchen, the cook rushed headlong into his crush and never looked back. He regularly dreams of blue eyes and a movie-star face, finds his day doesn’t really start until Joseph pokes his head in to say good morning. 

He’s been without that greeting for two days now. Joseph never misses work, and his sudden absence worried Barclay enough that he checked with Mama to be sure the manager was okay.

“Joe’s fine big fella, just under the weather is all.”

The one time Barclay got sick, Joseph brought him tea and soup himself, checked in on him every hour, and--if Barclay’s fever addled brain is to be trusted--fluffed his pillows. It’s the least Barclay can do to drop off snacks and be sure his friend is okay. 

It’s a short drive to cabin Joseph calls home; he used to live at the Lodge, but as it got more crowded, he moved to his own space so those who needed a cheap, safe place to stay could have one. 

His knock on the door is answered by a brisk, “Who is it?”

“Barclay. I, uh, I brought you a get-well gift.”

Joseph opens the door to the cabin and to an entire new universe of fantasies. His normally slicked-back hair falls, relaxed, across his forehead, his loosely tied blue robe shows a tantalizing V of skin, and the dreamy-sleepy expression makes his face even more kissable. 

“Hi.” Joseph takes a step forward, taking the bags and bringing his face achingly close to Barclays’. Then he freezes, reversing into the house, “I, um, it was very sweet of you to bring all this. But you need to go.” He takes another step back, then doubles over with a groan. 

Barclay hurries across the threshold, setting the bags on the floor and steadying him over to the couch.

“Fuck, do you need me to get you like a heat pack, or a puke bucket?”

“No, no I just need to lay down, and for you to g-” he shudders, curling in on himself and tipping sideways. 

“Joseph, you’re really sick, I’m not gonna just leave you here. I mean, fuck, what if it’s your appendix or something?” He sits down next to the shaking man, rubbing his back comfortingly. 

“It’s not, I promise. Oh lord” he whines, looks at Barclay with frantic eyes, “I hope you can keep a secret.”

“Of course I can. Whatever I can do to help, I want to.” 

“Careful with those promises, big guy.” The nickname comes out in a growl as Joseph stands, undoing his wristwatch. 

“Oh FUCK!” Barclay scrambles back, almost falling over the arm of the couch.

There’s a monster where Joseph just was. Years ago Barclay saw a Maned Wolf in a zoo, and he’d swear that’s what he’s looking at now were it not for several glaring issues. First, it’s standing comfortably on two legs. It’s paws are more like hands, able to hold the watch and adjust the collar of its shirt. And he’s never seen a wolf, maned or otherwise, with spines down its back and a whip-like tail.

The creature runs a clawed hand through the fur at the top of it’s head, the way Joseph does when he’s nervous,  “So. I can’t tell you everything, at least not right now. What I can tell you is that this is the form I was born into, somewhere far away from earth.”

“Okay.” Barclays brain grinds like a broken ice machine as a familiar voice speaks to him from a fanged mouth. 

“I, um, I’m what humans call a Chupacabra. To answer the usual questions: no, I’ve never been to Puerto Rico. No, I don’t eat goats. And no, I’m not going to eat you.”

“Okay.” His heart is still racing, but not from fear, which is the most confusing was this could have gone.

Pointed ears flick, worried, “Are you in shock?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He nods as Joseph sits next to him with a heavy sigh. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I took the next few days off to avoid this exact scenario. I figured I wouldn’t see you, but forgot how thoughtful and caring you are.” Claws gently stroke Barclays hair, “my wonderful Barclay.”

He’s about to bring his hand up, cup those strange fingers to his cheek and whisper “always”, when Joseph pulls away. 

“I, I’m sorry. Again. I always get too handsy when I’m in heat. That’s the second worst side-effect, after the fact that being in my disguise is untenable when I’m in the thick of it. It’s like wearing a wet, wool sweater made of nausea.”

“....Hold on, you had to take time off work because you’re horny?” 

“Almost. Heat doesn’t come that often for me, which means whenever it happens, it’s intense. I have a hard time eating or sleeping, I can’t focus, and I spend most of the week masturbating. Which is not as fun as it sounds; I’m not even at the height of the damn thing and last night I humped a pillow on the kitchen floor while dinner reheated.”

Barclay groans, tries to hide it when the ears swivel his way, “Uh, guess I’m glad I brought you lots of food so you remember to eat. Shoulda, uh, put some lube or something in there as well, huh?” 

Joseph chuckles, “My nose tells me you put molasses cookies in there, so I’ll let it slide.”

“There anything else I can do to help?”

“Well…” he shakes his head, “never mind, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Do what?”

“My heat is more manageable when I have a partner. Fucking someone relieves things more effectively than masturbation does. But I can’t-”

“I can help with that.” The offer is out before his brain catches up with his mouth. 

“Barclay, my kind have a very, um, involved mode of, um, well, I guess you foreplay. As, as much as I’d love for you to be my mate” he winces, “see, that’s what I mean. I say things like that, most of them not even possible given the fact you and I can’t reproduce.” 

“Uh, does it help if I say hearing you call me that is really hot?”

Blue eyes widen, and a tail traces up Barclays leg, “Only if you mean it.”

“I do.”

A narrow, long tongue flicks into the air, “In that case, big guy, how about we have a little planning session over dinner?”

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Barclay parks in the driveway, next to Josephs’ sedan. He heads past the house and down a short slope to a creek, the twilight sky casting the forest in eerie grey-blue. There’s a tire swing leftover from a previous resident, and he idly pushes it back and forth as he waits for the game to start. 

“It’s like hide and seek” Joseph wipes his mouth, cleans cookie crumbs from the table, “We start outside, move inside, and you go as long as you can without me catching you. After all, I want a mate who can hold his own.”

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket to warm them. A yip bounces out from the trees behind him. When he turns, he quickly spots glinting eyes and bared fangs hidden in the undergrowth. 

Sprinting towards the cabin, he realizes Joseph laid a trap for him from the start; by asking him to begin at the creek, he’s forcing him to run uphill to safety, slowing him down. He lets his lizard-brain, concerned only with the fact that something dangerous is chasing him, take over and drive his legs as fast as they’ll go. The back door is locked, he double-checked that on the way down, so he doesn’t waste his time trying it, races to the front of the cabin and slams the door shut just as something huge rounds the corner after him. 

The nob jiggles, his pursuer testing the lock and discovering the thrown deadbolt. Barclay uses those few seconds to secure the windows on the first floor, throws his jacket down into the cellar as a failsafe, and bolts up to the bedroom. His hammering heart insists that locking that door is not enough, so he crawls into the closet and shuts himself up among the meticulously organized shirts and slacks. It’s not enough space for him to stand, so he tucks his knees to his chest and waits. 

“What happens if I, like, completely outsmart you.”

A toothy smile, “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Each of the downstairs windows rattle in turn. Then the scratching starts, claws on wood coming closer with each breath. Joseph is climbing the wall up to the bedroom window that Barclay knows for a motherfucking fact he did not secure. 

A shuff as the window slides open, the cryptid landing with remarkable stealth on the bedroom floor. Barclay tracks him by the light coming under the closet door, his mouth covered so his breathing won’t give him away. The shadow pauses, sniffs, and then the bedroom door opens and shuts. Barclay’s not moving until he hears the front door do the same. 

Just as his legs start to protest being smushed up against his chest, the door reopens. Snuffling signals Joseph closing in, and an instant later the only light coming in is from the far ends of the door. Slowly, his last line of defense rolls to the right, revealing the creature crouching on the other side.

“Not a bad effort, big guy. You actually confused me for a minute with the scent trail of your coat downstairs.” Joseph reaches for him and Barclay, remembering that he’s not supposed to give up until he’s pinned, leans away. 

“That’s how my mate wants to play?”

“J-just following your instructions, babe.”

An intrigued purr, “I guess you are. All the more reason you’re the perfect partner for me.”

The words Barclays dreamed of hearing for months distract from the claws closing around his ankles. He lets out an undignified yelp when Joseph pulls his legs straight out and drags him out of the closet. Once he’s free of the forest of clothing, the cryptid picks him up and drops him on the bed. He moans and Joseph snickers, joining him on the bedspread. 

“Fuck, Joseph, no one’s ever been able to do that before and it’s so, so fucking hot.” He arches his back and shifts his limbs to help Joseph undress him.

“It’s because you’re the perfect size; big and strong, large enough to give me a decent cuddle when I’m human, but still small enough to be an easily subdued mate.” He gets the humans’ jeans and boxers off, hesitates, and then tosses them on the floor with a pained expression, “I’ll fold those later.”

“Gonna hold you to that. Also, wanna point out that it wasn’t that easy to subdue me.”

Joseph nuzzles his cheek, claws caressing his thighs, “Barclay, I was jogging while you were sprinting.”

“You coulda caught me right awaAAy ohwhatthefuck.” Tingling heat glides down his throat as Joseph licks a stripe along the skin, “fuck, it, it feels like the time I tried hot wax.”

The cryptid sits up slightly to look at him, “Is that a...good thing?”

“Fuck yeah. I really fucking liked it but it was fucking murder with the chest hair.”

Joseph runs his claws through the hair in question, “I like it.”

“I know, I saw you eyeing me that one time I used the springs at the lodge.”

“You can’t prove anything.” Joseph leans back down, curling his tongue around Barclays left nipple. The sensation makes him buck his hips, which Joseph correctly takes as a signal for more. He moves to the other side, takes his time teasing it and licking down the sensitive center of Barclays chest. Noses his stomach, nips his sides, and slides the alien heat of his tongue into the crease of his thighs. 

“Y’know I, ohfuck, I assumed from all that talk yesterday you’d get right to fucking me.”

Joseph kisses the inside of one thigh, “I, um, I thought about it, almost ripped your jeans to shreds and took you on the floor. But I wanted to be sure you were turned on. You’re not just a warm body, Barclay. You’re my mate. That means your pleasure matters as much as mine.” He licks up Barclays’ cock, hardened from rubbing against the soft fur of his belly, and sighs, “and what a mate.”

“Fuck” he squeezes his eyes closed because if we watches that mouth saying everything he wants to hear in between sucking his dick, he’ll cum in ten seconds flat. 

A final lick to the tip and then Joseph hops off the bed, “Did you prep the way I told you?”

“Uhhuh.” 

“Good.” Joseph returns, sets several items he can’t see by his feet, “that’ll make things easier. First things first” he produces a cock cage, sliding it into place, “these are a few things I smuggled over from my original home. This is enchanted, so it can go on an erect cock but still prevent the wearer from cumming until it’s removed.”

“That’s just cruel, babe.” He sits up on his elbows to kiss Josephs snout, earning him a pleased yip. 

“If you cum too fast, I won’t be able to properly breed you.” He winces again, “sorry, I sound like one of Indrids romance novels.”

“Again, gorgeous, I find it really fucking hot.”

The spines on Joseph’s back ripple, “You think I’m gorgeous? Like this?”

“I do. Also kinda scary, but in a hot way.” Now it’s his turn to cringe, “see? I sound like cheap porn written by an eighth grader when I’m horny. The way you sound is fine.”

Joseph lovebites his ear, then retrieves the other two items from the end of the bed. 

“And how does this look, big guy?”

“Like it’s either going to kill me or make me cum like a dozen times.” He furrows his brow at the strap-on. It’s narrower than the average human dick, with a pointed, slightly up-curved tip. What’s worrying him are the spikes. 

The entire shaft is coated in short protrusions. They don’t end in points, thank god, but if they’re at all stiff this is going to be miserable. 

“Here” Joseph waves him over, “touch it.” He guides his fingers along one side and the spines bend fluidly under his touch, and now all he wants to know is how they feel inside him. Joseph also moans, bucking his hips so the toy slides along Barclays palm.

“It’s, ohlord, also enchanted so that the wearer feels it as an extension of their body and can cum with it. Also, please decide in the next thirty seconds whether you want to be on your back or your stomach.” Amber pre-cum drips down Barclay’s fingers. 

“Stomach is better for meWHOAH, ohfuck, okay we’re doing this.” Now flipped on his belly, he raises his ass. The cryptid kneads it appreciatively before holding it open and sliding his cock in with once, graceful thrust. 

He bottoms out with a groan, which is more articulate than Barclay is managing to be as the spines rub and glide inside him, finding every patch of nerves, every angle to drag against in just the right way. Joseph hauls him onto his knees and then he’s off, growls and yips filling the as he fucks him. Barclay only just registers the bed banging into the wall so forcefully the headboard is cracking when claws sink into his hips and Joseph pulls him all the way onto his cock and pulses into him. 

“Holy fuck that was fast.”

“I, I didn’t jack off once today. Didn’t want to waste it, wanted to save it all for my perfect mate.” He’s thrusting again, not as hard but twice as fast, “shit, you feel so good, big guy, please tell me Mama okayed your time off for tomorrow.”

“Wh-why are we talkingAHnnn, about this now?”

Hot breath tickles his ear, “Because now that I know what’s like to cum in you, I don’t plan on cumming anywhere else for the next day and a half.”

“Ohfuckme” Barclay groans happily into the pillows as Joseph empties into him, cries out when his tail whips across his calf.

“Shit, did that hurt?”

“No, no it felt good, fucking-A babe every fucking part of you is amazing.”

The cryptid whines, pleased, and wiggles his hips, giving Barclay an idea. 

“That’s, uh, that’s why I want you for my mate, because you’re so fucking goo-mmph” his face presses harder into the pillows as Joseph pins his shoulders down and fucks into him, snarling “yes” over and over again. When he finishes this time he hunches over, nipping Barclay’ shoulders and neck. 

“You catch on quick, big guy.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, are we gonna switch it up at any point or am I staying like this until tomorrow night?”

“No, we can fuck however we want. After” a fuzzy hand rubs circles on Barclay’s abdomen, “I’ve cum in you enough times that I can feel it from out here.”

Barclay moans, tightening around him as his hips snap once more, already imagining being full and fucked out. Maybe it’ll take all night. He’ll be limp if it does, but right now nothing sounds better than melting into the bed while Joseph fucks his ass like it belongs to him. 

After forty-five minutes, his cock is aching, his mind holds only thoughts of how good it feels to do as Joseph tells him, and he’s been cum in so many times that wet, obscene sounds accompany the cryptids thrusts. Said sounds pale in comparison to Josephs’ voice, which is spinning increasingly impossible scenarios the longer they’re in bed. 

“I hope they take after you.” Joseph murmurs. 

Barclay just manages to turn his head, “Who?”

A muzzle playfully nudges his cheek, “Our kids.”

His heart seizes and shakes at the words; they both know that’s not what will happen. Joseph warned him he might say things like this, said he could tell him to knock it off if need be. 

“Maybe they’ll, ahnn, they’ll have big, beautiful brown eyes and bigger hearts, just like you.”

He doesn’t want him to stop. Every thrust hits deeper, every point where their skin meets buzzes brighter when he talks like this.

“H-hope at least one looks like you, blue eyes.”

A guttural whine, tingling heat as Joseph laps tenderly at the back of his neck, “We’ll just have to see, usually we’re born in threes so, soOH, oh I’m close, shitshit” 

“That’s it babe, fill me up, c’mon, c’mon I want it so bad, Joseph, baby, please.” 

There’s a howltrill as cum spurts into him, Joseph panting as he smooths his hand around Barclays side.

“There, that’s done it.”

Barclay whimpers as he pulls out, his mind and body pulled tight, certain that if he doesn’t cum soon he’ll propose marriage instead and that’ll be a fucking disaster. 

Joseph carefully rolls him over and unlocks the cage, “Do you want to cum?”

“More than anything. Oh!” he’s unprepared for Joseph to sink down on his cock, “oh fuck, yeah, wanna cum so bad babe please, I’ll be so good, be such a good mate if you just let me cum in y-fuuuck” A trio of sensations levels him as he climaxes; his vision whites out, his hips jerk more violently than they ever have before, and a line of cum drips down his leg. 

Somewhere far away, Joseph says, “I think we’ve earned a break.”

He nods, body limp as the cryptid climbs off him. Then he’s falling, spinning helplessly down in a pit of realizations. 

Joseph didn’t mean any of those things he said. His friend needed a mate and Barclay, lovesick fool he is, was eager for a chance to play pretend that he didn’t think about what would happen when the game ended. Even if Joseph keeps him here through tomorrow, the next time they meet at the Lodge he’ll act like nothing happened. 

Fuck, Barclay didn’t even get to kiss him during all this, and now he’ll never get the chance, never, nevernever-

“Shit, I should have put a towel or a spare blanket down. Now I’ll have to strip the bed before I can--Barclay? Oh, oh baby, what’s wrong?” A hand pets his face and he turns away from it, refusing to open his eyes. Joseph takes his hand instead, “it’s okay, I’m here, whatever you need I’ll-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. You can’t give me what I need, it isn’t your fault I, I know I’m not really your partner and I, I…” he sniffles, wipes his palm under his eye. 

“Barclay, look at me please.”

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes just in time to see Joseph dip down and kiss him. It’s awkward, their mouths not made to fit together, but he savors it all the same because it’s Joseph, his Joseph, kissing him like he hoped he would. 

“My heat can make me say some ridiculous things. What it can’t do is make me feel affection where none exists. In fact, the reason I wasn’t able to keep my disguise on yesterday is because being near you meant being near the mate I wanted most in the world. I, um, suspected you might share my feelings, but I didn’t want our first interaction as boyfriend to be me asking if you wanted to spend a day or so with me while I was in a sex haze. But then you offered to help, and I wanted it so badly that I barreled ahead without making sure you understood that this was me declaring my feelings. I’m sorry.”

Barclay climbs into his lap, not caring about the mess he makes in the process. The cryptid laughs, hugs him close.

“I, I shoulda said something sooner too. Not that I regret how we spent our first date.” He kisses Josephs chin.

“Me neither, though I don’t think it quite counts.” He rubs their foreheads together, “can your boyfriend take you out to dinner on Friday?”

Barclay grins, looks into loving, blue eyes, “Yeah, he can.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #reverse!AU #reverse AU #monster march

[goldenraeofsun]

If you're still doing destiel creature!cas quarantine fics, would you be willing to do one with incubus cas?

I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been turning this prompt over and over in my head, trying to figure out how to make it work, until I realized Dean's POV wasn't right for this one - so here's Cas's! 

“You’re not going out?” Cas asks, staring as Dean walks into their shared living room in a pair of pajama pants and a worn tee shirt. 

 Dean raises his eyebrows as he flips on the television. “Dude, there’s a pandemic going on. I’m not going out and bringing some rando back. I don’t care how good the soundproofing in this place room is. That doesn't do shit for coronavirus.” 

“But…” Dean turns to him, his face incredulous. “Seriously? You?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You’re not telling me you’re one of those morons who think this is like a bad cold,” Dean says, drawing back like Cas’s supposed stupidity is contagious, “or made up.” 

Cas frowns. “No, that’s not what I’ve been hearing.” 

“Good,” Dean says with surprising relish. “Because I just got off the phone with my old man, and he was going on and on about how this is all a hoax, and so what if a couple grannies are going to croak a little early.” 

 Cas stares. “That’s… awful.” 

 “No shit,” Dean says as he turns to him and mutes Trebek. “Especially since he had that stroke, so who knows what’ll happen to him if he catches it.” 

Cas nods mutely. He’s never really looked forward to when Dean brought people back to their apartment for sex. Each moan that comes through their (terribly) soundproofed bedrooms fills Cas’s stomach and empties out part of his soul. He’d rather feed off Dean’s pleasure over anyone else on the planet, but that has less to do with the calibre of sustenance Dean provides than the fact that it’s Dean. 

At first, Cas thought he lucked out with finding Dean as a roommate. 

 As Balthazar loves to tell Castiel, he is the worst incubus in the history of their species. The first time Cas tried to have sex with someone, she screamed and threw her shoe at him. He had tried to put her at ease by telling her it wasn’t her fault her father ran off; he hated his job at the post office, but it hadn’t worked. 

Cas tried for ages to feed like a normal incubus. He downloaded every dating app in the digital stores; he went out to bars and clubs every weekend; he found a job at a big company with a wide selection of colleagues. He even tried speed-dating. 

Nothing worked. Every potential partner broke it off before he could remove a single item of clothing. 

Somewhere in the middle of all this, while Castiel was wasting away from lack of nourishment, his second-cousin Gabriel invited him to an orgy, and Castiel found he didn’t need to be directly involved to feed. He could watch, be within a proximity of the “action”, and satisfy himself. 

 Eventually, being in the proximity became the main way he fed. 

When Meg from Sales mentioned Dean “Manwhore” Winchester from Marketing was looking for a new roommate, Cas jumped at the opportunity. Meg added that Dean boasted of new conquests nearly every Monday morning. Cas nearly drooled on the carpet of the breakroom. 

 At first, their match was made in heaven. Cas told Dean their rooms were expertly soundproofed so he shouldn’t feel uncomfortable about bringing people back. Cas added he usually goes to bed at ten-thirty sharp and is a heavy sleeper. 

Dean filled in his role like a dream. Once or twice on the weekends, Cas could count on his version of a banquet. He’d stay up late, read a romance novel to get in the mood, and feed to his heart’s content on the sex going on barely two feet away. But Cas hadn’t counted on Dean’s copious charms working on him in addition to the dozens of strangers he tempted into his bed. 

Dean cared deeply about his little brother. Dean sings along out loud to any song he knows on the radio - including, one mortifying time, Taylor Swift. Dean doesn't really care about marketing or Sandover, but he’s fiercely protective about his direct reports. He agonized for a month over Kevin’s recommendation letter for grad school and made Cas proofread it about five times. 

He makes Cas dinner a few times a week since he says he likes to cook, might as well make enough for two since he buys groceries in bulk anyway. 

Naturally, Cas is not immune to the old adage, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. 

 And since Dean feeds Cas two times over, how could Cas hope to resist?

#ficlet #destiel #destiel ficlet #incubus castiel #they were quarantined #they were roommates #covid19 #rae writes #second part is being written

[fics-and-shits]

Marvel Fic Recs

***smut

Tom Holland x Reader

Oneshots

The Interview (Actress!Reader) by @bigballofstress​

You’re Tom Holland’s costar and girlfriend since the end of Civil War. Usually, you go on interviews together, but this time, you are requested alone on Ellen.

Cinderella (Actress!Reader) by @thewackywriter​

Who knew that going to another boring award show and walking around barefoot would lead her right to her Prince Charming?

Drop the Mic by @young-and-bitchy​

You’re in a rap battle with Tom Holland. 

Vlogs by @spideyyeet​

Being in the vlog squad was dope af but having David Dobrik run into Tom Holland and getting him to surprise you was a whole other thing. Now let’s see what’s it like to have Tom meet the vlogsquad and be with the girl that’s making him rethink some decisions.

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Oneshots

Send to All Pranks (Actress!Reader) by @thrandybaby​

You’re a British actress appearing on the Michael McIntyre Chat Show, but hilarity ensues at your expense when you accept the challenge to play the infamous ‘Send to All’ prank.

Morning After by @mindrunningfree​

After a drunken night out, you wake up in a stranger’s bed, and on a scale of one to ten, your level of confusion is a fifteen.

Platonic!Avengers Cast x Reader

Oneshots

Beliefs (Teen!Reader) by @supersoldierfreak​

A group press conference with the Avengers cast where you reveal your political views.

Sleeping Beauty by @chrixa​

You didn’t know that the Avengers cast can also be called sneaky paparazzi. Also you love sleeping. Who doesn’t, right?

Handmade With Love by @capsicletho​

Christmas is the time to give your loved one some gifts. What happens when you give your famous second family something handmade?

Clint Barton x Reader

Series

Agent 41 (Agent!Reader) by @nacho-bucky​

An easily-distracted SHIELD agent with a sweet tooth and too many pairs of sneakers. Nothing ever quite works out the way she wants. But hey - it does work out! Usually

Peter Parker x Reader

Oneshots

Clingy Peter Parker by @spider-bih​

A clingy Peter Parker and the reader loves it

Anything For You by @pparkerwrites​

Introducing Peter Parker, dog whisperer by day, Spiderman and dog whisperer by night.

Series

Far From You Trilogy and Blurbs by @hey-marlie​

Y/N Stark is really not here for this European school vacay because in this post-endgame world, she’s mourning the loss of her dad. But one (1) sticky boi Peter Parker is just trying to be the friend he once was while also trying not to flirt too much because if she rejects him (which she wouldn’t, not that he knows that) while they’re in Venice, holy hell he’ll just pitch himself off the gondola right then and there.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Oneshots

Sparks (Enemies to Lovers AU) by @sunriserose1023​

You and Bucky started off on the wrong foot and it’s just been downhill ever since, and the last time you gave him a chance, you ended up with five broken ribs. It’s just not meant to be.

Cheap Thrills by @avengerofyourheart​

A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams?

Air B&E (Enemies to Lovers AU)  by @avengerofyourheart​

When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity.

Notebook (College AU) by @softlybarnes​

 Bucky and Y/N sit next to each other all semester. They never talk to each other, until one day they do. 

The Florist  // The Beekeeper // The Pumpkin Carver (Enhanced!Reader) by @softlybarnes​

Bucky and Y/N make flower crowns together. Both reveal more than they plan to.

Freckles (Drunk!Reader) by @softlybarnes​

The Reader likes Bucky’s freckles a whole lot.

The Regular by @brooklyn-boy​

Bucky Barnes is a regular at your bar. He comes in, he makes sure trouble stays away, and then he leaves. This really wouldn’t be a problem if he weren’t so good looking and you weren’t totally in love with him.

Fourth Time’s the Charm by @brooklyn-boy​

Bucky remembers the three times he meets a certain thief, and is blindsided by the fourth.

Trepidation by @brooklyn-boy​

You’re rescued from HYDRA by the Avengers, only to be met with a ghost of the past in the form of Bucky Barnes. They tell you he was brainwashed, that it wasn’t him, but you aren’t so sure.

Blink Twice by @brooklyn-boy​

Zemo kidnaps Bucky and injects him with some sort of drug that paralyzes him and takes away his ability to speak. He’s meant to die alone, in a ditch like he was supposed to back in 1944. But then someone finds him…

Uptown Boy (30s AU) by @brooklyn-boy​

You’ve spent so long pretending to be a selfish, conceited, spoiled little rich girl that somewhere along the way, the line was blurred. Now faced with an ultimatum, you have to decide if your pride is worth the only person who’s ever truly loved you.

The Scoop (POC Journalist!Reader) by @brooklyn-boy​

Bucky Barnes laments the fact that every single person he cares about is a dumbass when it comes to their own personal safety. He also hates every single journalist, newscaster or reporter he’s ever met until you.

Who Are You Trying to Fool by @notimetoblog​

A perfect chance of messing with new recruits presents itself to Bucky. Can he pull it off or will you foil his plan?

We’re Gonna Need a Bigger House by @sunmoonandbucky​

You find the courage to tell Bucky about your latest ultrasound.

But Here I Am (Agent!Reader) by @sunmoonandbucky​

After years of being separated from the Avengers, Bucky finds you during a job.

Take it Easy, Romeo by @sunmoonandbucky​

The Soldat remembers one person through it all.

***A+ (Dark!Professor Bucky x CollegeAged!Reader)by @chixkencxrry​

You thought that all your credits had been complete, but a glitch in the system forces you to take a summary course in order for you to graduate. Insert Professor Barnes, your history professor who’s a total ass.

A Year of Firsts (College AU) by @whitewolfbumble​

Part One // Part Two

It wasn’t supposed to be a year of firsts, but then you met Bucky and everything started to fall into place.

13 Cats and a Sorceress by @kentuckybarnes​

Beings from another dimension start to invade New York City, and cats invade Avengers Tower.

Sounds Like a Personal Problem (Law Firm AU) by @kentuckybarnes​

Part One // Part Two

“Remember that favor you owe me?” “Uh-oh”

Pulling Rank (Agent!Reader) by @kentuckybarnes​

A mission has gone badly, and you have a reckoning.

Start With My Name (Medic!Reader) by @kentuckybarnes​

Part One // Part Two

Things get out of hand at a strike mission against Hydra, and you’re responsible for cleaning up the mess.

It Doesn’t Mean Anything (Until it Does) (Agent!Reader) by @cordytriestowrite​

The things that you and Bucky do don’t mean anything so just drop it okay?

Vulnerability (Modern AU) by @mareli-carter​

“We’re both in small claims court and I got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there.”

Important by @mareli-carter​

“I did that annoying thing where I put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box, and you’re getting really mad, but I can’t wait to see your face when you open the smallest box.”

Two Punks In Love (40s AU) by @jaamesbbarnes​

Years go by but the way you and Bucky care for each other doesn’t change. You’re still the punk who starts fights with anyone breathing in the wrong direction, he’s still a charming little fucker.

Bulletproof (Agent!Reader) by @jaamesbbarnes​

You and Bucky are the most competitive little shits there ever was.

Fair Play (Agent!Reader) by @jaamesbbarnes​

After a rough mission, you and the team go to Coney Island for some fun. Still injured, you can’t go on the rollercoaster with the others so Bucky decides to keep you company and to make your day as memorable as possible.

Saving the Day by @jaamesbbarnes​

On your way back home, you are being followed by a couple of creeps. When your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend and savior.

I’m Not Going Anywhere by @jaamesbbarnes​

Working for Stark isn’t always a walk in the park, it’s exhausting. But a certain super soldier and his constant flirting make it bearable. 

Emergency Room (Doctor!Bucky) by @jaamesbbarnes​

Who would have thought that going to the ER could made a bad night turn pretty nicely?

Series

Holiday Heist (Thief!Bucky, Modern AU) by @avengerofyourheart​

When the art gallery you manage is robbed on Christmas Eve, you suspect the handsome stranger who flirted with you earlier in the day, but instead of involving the authorities, you take matters into your own hands with surprising consequences.

Flour Girl (Enemies to Lovers AU) by @avengerofyourheart​

Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? 

Playing With Fire (Modern AU) by @sunriserose1023​

Some things just do not mix. Oil and water. Fire and gasoline. You and Bucky Barnes. When it was good, it was great, but when it was bad, it destroyed everything in its path. You’d tried–both of you had–but some things just aren’t meant to be. A year after your break up, Bucky gives you a call, and you willingly dive headfirst back into his orbit. You set boundaries this time, put up walls, determined to keep yourself from being burned again. You’re not about to let him get too close. Only problem? Bucky didn’t get that memo.

***Incubus (Incubus!Bucky) by @after-avenging-hours​

When some of the best sex of your life leads to the unveiling of a world you barely even knew existed, you know you’re in a heap of trouble. James Buchanan Barnes is the kind of man that fills your deepest and darkest fantasies, mainly because he is one. When emotions get involved in a relationship that’s been founded on sex, there’s no turning back. And honestly, you’re not even sure if you want to.

***Disney Corruption by @after-avenging-hours​

Bucky joins you for your late-night Disney movie sessions.  It’s difficult for him to get through them without finding the sexual innuendos

***Hunter!Bucky by @after-avenging-hours​

Bucky is part of the hunting party for the village.  One day, he catches you in the woods, long after you should be tucked away, safe in the village.

Heartbeat (Soulmate AU) by @after-avenging-hours​

Soulmate AU where your heartbeat matches the beat of your soulmate’s; they speed up together, slow down together, skip at the same time, but that means they also stop together… 

I’ll Be Seeing You by @brooklyn-boy​

The Howling Commandos come across a tortured Italian woman in the winter of 1944. With only rudimentary means of communication, Sergeant Bucky Barnes still somehow finds himself falling in love.

Siren’s Song by @brooklyn-boy​

The Avengers come across the profile of an enhanced individual, missing and presumed still under HYDRA’s control. With the power to bend anyone’s will with just a command, the team decides to prioritize freeing this individual. But trust is hard to earn from a former HYDRA asset. Nobody knows this more than Bucky.

Clan of Three (Mandalorian!Bucky) by @brooklyn-boy​

Bucky Barnes is a Mandalorian bounty hunter. All he has to do is take this kid and her glorified babysitter back to the client and be done with it. That’s it. Simple?

Revival by @brooklyn-boy​

Bucky returns to his childhood home only to discover its inheritor struggling to return it to its former glory. Luckily for you, Bucky’s memory isn’t that bad.

Compromised by @brooklyn-boy​

As a Senator for New York, you’ve been fighting hard to have Sergeant James Barnes acquitted. An attempt on your life by a new terrorist sect brings you in contact with the Avengers themselves, and even closer to the man you’ve been working so hard to protect…

Uptown Girl (Millionaire!Bucky, Modern AU) by @brooklyn-boy​

Epilogue

Bucky Barnes is a bit of an eccentric millionaire. He lives alone, aside from his housekeeper/personal assistant. When his mother tells him he needs to get married or be cut off, Bucky lies and tells his mother that his long-suffering assistant is his fiance.

Out of Time by @brooklyn-boy​

On the run from HYDRA in 2023, you accidentally use your time-traveling technology to jump 80 years back in time. Safe for the time being and with Howard Stark vouching for the legitimacy of your time travel claims, you’re stuck in the SSR headquarters until you can fix your gear. Which wouldn’t be half as hard if a certain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes wasn’t so damn distracting…

Stereotypical (Model!Bucky, Modern AU) by @avasparks​

As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modeling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr. J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr. Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.

Sugar (40s AU) by @softlybarnes​

By a miracle of fate, Bucky Barnes does not fall off of the train. He does not spend decades as a brainwashed assassin. Instead, he goes home to Brooklyn to spend his life with a girl he adores, a snarky nurse that he met during the war.

Two Kingdoms (Royals AU) by @softlybarnes​

Y/N, set to be a queen, is taken on her wedding day by King James, the ruler of another land. At first glance, James’ Kingdom seems to be thriving but Y/N soon realizes something darker and more sinister is at work in James’ land. And she seems to be at the center of it.

City Love (CEO!Bucky, Modern AU) by @chrevastan​

You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company.

Next to Me by @sgtjbuccky​

After an attempt on you and your identical twin’s life, your father calls in the Avengers for protection. Bucky soon realizes your father’s goal is solely to keep you sister safe, and decides that the times of doing the bidding of others are long gone, and takes your protection into his own hands.

Most Wanted (Thief!Bucky, Modern AU) by @sgtjbuccky​

The life you dreamed of wasn’t the one you lived. Day in and day out you tried to change the outcome, but somehow you always ended up right where you began. Fed up with it all, you wished upon a star and was granted with Bucky Barnes, and it wouldn’t take you long to realize that whatever mess you were about to get tangled up in, it would change your life entirely.

Merry and Married (Modern AU) by @sunriserose1023​

It’s been almost a year since the most humiliating moment of your life. You’ve done your best to move on—by literally moving across the country, starting a new job, and you’re finally starting to feel settled. That, of course, is when your bubblehead cousin sends you the invitation to her wedding—which is exactly one year to the day that you were left at the altar. You have to go, but you don’t have to go alone.

Astrophile (Firefighter!Bucky, Single Dad AU) by @all1e23​

Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (Besides her daddy of course) was spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house. Aunt Nattie takes her every time her dad has to work an overnight shift at the station and it’s her absolute favorite place. Plus, the owner GIVES her any book she wants because she’s the coolest girl Ori has ever met. It didn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love?

To Build a Home (Family AU) by @ussgallifreyfics​

The glimpses into a life Bucky never thought was possible for himself. A world where he would find someone who he could love and be loved in return - a person he could start a family with. This is how an ex-assassin navigates the world of parenthood.

Not Happening (Modern AU) by @notimetoblog​

An online dating site clearly makes a mistake when it matches you with the one person you cannot stand.

Hero For Hire by @delicatelyherdreams​

Tired of constantly being sat on the sidelines for missions, Bucky Barnes decides that he’s going to do his own hero work and offer his services to the public as a freelance “hero for hire.” He expects to be asked to rescue cats from trees or help little old ladies cross the street, but he doesn’t expect to get tangled up in your life. He definitely doesn’t expect to fall for you either. But, when you’re a hero for hire, you’ve gotta see the mission through.

<<p>Stray by @jaamesbbarnes​

When Bucky stumbles upon a stray cat near his building in Bucharest and takes him in, he doesn’t expect for his world to turn upside down.

Schlaflos (Rogers!Reader) by @mareli-carter​

Steve’s younger sister, a nurse during the Second World War, finds herself in Hydra’s possession after trying to help the Howling Commandos save Bucky.

The White Wolf (Mobster!Bucky) by @captain-ariel-barnes​

James “Bucky” Barnes is the most feared man in New York. What happens when a flower shop owner gets tangled up in his empire?

Sly as a Fox (Vigilante!Reader, SocialMedia AU) by @sunmoonandbucky​

After the blip, the Avengers continue on with business as usual.  But they soon find out that while they were away, someone took it upon themselves to do the job they left behind.

A Lesson in Love (College AU) by @buckyywiththegoodhair​

In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

***Artistic License (Sugar Daddy AU) by @cametobuyplums​

Once upon a time in Paris, there was an aspiring creative down on her luck. What’s a beautiful young woman to do? Agree for the wealthy Bucky Barnes to be her Sugar Daddy, of course.

I’m With You (Modern AU) by @wkemeup​

When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love.

Flowers Bloom (Soulmate AU) by @revengingbarnes​

Whenever someone is injured, flowers bloom on their soulmate at the area of the wound. You are born with flowers around your entire left shoulder.

Agent 28 (Agent!Reader) by @kentuckybarnes​

He’s a Soviet-trained assassin. You’re a secret agent. He has a thing for thigh holsters. You have a thing for his behind (who doesn’t?) But it’s all hush-hush. What shenanigans will the two of you get into to keep your affair concealed from the rest of the Avengers, all while you’re trying to save the world?

Howler & The Black Cat (Vigilante!Bucky x Vigilante!Reader) by @kentuckybarnes​

By day, you’re just another employee at Stark Tower. By night? A justice-seeker known as Black Cat. No one knows your secret, and certainly not your sometime partner in vigilante activity, sometime-pain in the butt Romeo, Howler. But no matter how hard he tries, you have no intention of giving in…

While You Were Sleeping (mentioned Steve Rogers x Reader) by @kentuckybarnes​

Mistaken as Captain America’s girlfriend following a near-death experience, you keep up the pretense under the suspicious eyes of his best friend, Bucky Barnes. But soon you find out that Steve Rogers isn’t all he’s supposed to be, and somehow, Bucky is so, so much more.

Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (40s!Bucky x OC) by @kentuckybarnes​

In 1941 Brooklyn, a young woman spends her nights sneaking out of her parents’ house to play jazz piano at clubs. Although she disguises herself to keep out of trouble, it doesn’t fool everyone.

Sugar Daddy’s (Modern AU) cowritten by @kentuckybarnes​ and @nacho-bucky​

Suave, confident, charming Bucky Barnes has a deep dark secret – and you, a small-town investigative journalist, are determined to get to the bottom of it. What lurks in his shadowed past, and how deeply will you be drawn in? Co-written with @caitfairwrites!

Seven-Thirty (Modern AU) by @nacho-bucky​

You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.

Lemon Pie (40s AU) by @nacho-bucky​

Moments measured in messy days and peaceful nights; in too-tart pies and slobbery toys. Bucky returns from war to find a life he never expected: a rich symphony of mishaps and mayhem and immeasurable love.

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#fic recs #marvel #avengers fic #bucky barnes fic #clint barton fic #tom hiddleston fic #tom holland fic #peter parker fic #loki fic

[suncatchr]

some updated designs!! lots to say about these!!

Emilia and Mateo’s “Imaginary” Designs

I have a plot update for them ;w; I thought, since their whole motif is arts and performance, that it would be cute to write in a playground roleplay element to their story! Besically as kids, they make up a fantasy world that they play in together whenever they get a free second! In off-time, Mateo writes stories and makes art of their characters, and Emilia starts learning to play music so that she can compose theme songs for them. Emilia’s character is a fire witch who’s able to comfortably use her powers bc they live in a more magical world. Mateo’s character is a healer who follows Emilia on her quests to save the places she defends. I thought it would be a nice place to kick off their obsessions with creativity, and also that it would be kinda fun to do a plot within a plot and kinda try to make up a story that two kids would.

These outfts are the designs they thought up in their game. Mateo later drew up the designs, this being most obvious from the rose on Emilia’s belt. Her gloves keep her magic in when she doesn’t need it, and the cloak is fireproof. Mateo’s outfit is based on a plague doctor’s, but for ease, the mask is just a piece of thick fabric that can be lifted up over his nose when he needs it. The rest of his body is covered to prevent him from contracting infections from fluids.

Holly and Masei

Nothing too new about these designs, their original designs were just way too simplistic bc i didn’t have much of an idea. Holly is a warrior, so his outfit is very lacking in layers and fabric. On the other hand, Masei is a prince, so his clothes are dumb layered and the little translucent piece is supposed to drive home just how extravagant he is.

Khauai, Haven, and Hakeem

I wanted their outfits to be more like their animal motifs! Cevon didn’t get a redesign because his current outfit is civilian clothes which. suits the fact that he gets his power taken away. Khauai is an owl, so his cloak is meant to reflect his wings and the puffy pants + slim boots mimic the legs of an owl. Haven is a selkie, so I gave him his seal coat to wear over his human form. I left the sweater, though, since it kinda melds both worlds for him as opposed to him only wearing his seal coat and Yearning for the Sea. Hakeem’s outfit is supposed to be lionlike, so I gave him the furry collar to be the mane and the furry boots to be his paws. It’s also a little more form-fitting bc he steals Cevon’s powers and as such becomes an incubus. I think he’d embrace that fully.

The Major Arcana

These characters have 3 things each that are part of their designs: an album, a Tarot card, and their name. I decided that the Tarot card would be more involved witht heir demeanour and how they present themselves, so the outfits are based on their album and their name.

Crow, obviously, is named for a crow. His clothing is layered to represent the feathers of a bird’s wing, and his cloak is ruffled to be shaped like the wings themselves. His album is After Hours. His heavy layers also represent him often blocking people out because he feels like he’ll just let them all down (a la Save Your Tears). At the same time, his outer cloak is open, because what he really wants is to be better, but it’s hard to make that go to the inner layers of himself (a la Faith). His clothes are all black.

Harley’s name means “meadow of hares.” His spikey hair is meant to represent windswept grass, while his inner vest is meant to be a little white bunny tumby and his boots are white at the toes to represent paws. His album is Beauty Behind the Madness. BBTM is a little sluttier than AH, so I had to kinda work around that, since Major Arcana generally wear old-fashioned clothing and lots of layers. Underneath his jacket, Harley’s arms are bare and his jeans are high-waisted so that when he’s free to do so, he can shift into hotboy mode. BBTM’s narration is also more smug and more detached, so I felt like that it made sense to give Harley a more modern outfit than everyone else, because he couldn’t care less about the customs of Major Arcana dress or how anyone feels about it. His clothes are brown and white.

Nakoa’s name means “warrior.” I gave him the harnesses on his back and leg to look like he’d be carrying weapons around, even though he never would. His album is Transmissions. The ablum gives off a very aching, yearning vibe, with the narrator sounding alone throughout the whole thing. His mission seems to be to find and protect someone else, while sticking staunchly to one’s ideals and values throughout the quest. Nakoa dresses like Major Arcana should, with his clothes being the most traditional of anyone’s. The lock necklace represents his loyalty to the Major Arcana (as in, he’s locked in) and the heart necklace (while in canon it represents his card: The Lovers), represents the person that the album’s narrator is talking about. I wanted to make him look very “tied up” in his clothes, so everything runs across him. This represents the loneliness at the album’s core; Nakoa is tied up in himself and effectively has no one but the cause to be loyal to. His clothes are purple and blue.

Sunday’s outfit is supposed to contrast Nakoa’s heavily. They don’t wear all of the ties and layers he does. Their design is meant to be open and welcoming, because their album is Dreamland. The narrator of Dreamland describes a troubled past in an expressive and upbeat way, and I thought I’d reflect that in the fact that Sunday is the eldest and effectively the most responsible for the whole group, yet they remain open and their layers stripped despite all that. Their name obviously reflects the sun, so the main colours of their outfit along w the sun at their collar represent the sunrise. Their outfit is iridescent (another ref to Dreamland’s aes), with bases of pale pink and yellow.

Arwen’s name means “royal maiden.” Her outfit is based on the most practical layer of mediaeval royal clothing, with her hood able to pull up to look like a victorian maiden’s bonnet. Her album is Hozier, but I’m going to be hinest and say most of her outfit was designed before this, so I couldn’t find a place to mix in the album..? So the colours of her clothing are the album cover’s colours: orange, blue, and brown.

Elio means sun. I have enough characters designed after the sun, so I went entirely album-based with him. His album is DIVISIONS, a rebellious, anticapitalist love letter to no one. The album is about adventure, love, and the future, so I wanted to give Elio a v futuristic and punky outfit. His outfit is my favourite out of all of them, but I don’t actually have much to say about it? I think it looks exactly how I envisioned, like Elio’s a punk from the future. His clothes are black, white, and silver.

Dawn’s name meaning is obvious, and again w the sun. I went all-album with him too. His album is Meteora, an album that’s essentially about hating yourself, your past, and everyone around you. I wanted to go more emo with Dawn’s design bc of that, but emo style actually doesn’t... appeal to me, plus it’s not very Major Arcana. I gave him some gay little boots to be his choice piece of emo clothing, and then emo’d up a regular outfit instead. His clothes are layered, again representing him building up walls. He has lots of elements that are tied around him, this time to look like he’s sealed himself in, hence them all being horizontal. He burned the edges of his cloak himself and also sliced into his pants so that he looked imperfect and everyone around him would know that he’s imperfect. His clothes are, in contrast, pink, yellow, and blue.

Dovey’s name obviously means dove. Her cloak, like Crow’s is ruffled at the edge to represent bird wings. Doves are much fluffier than crows, though, so in her outfit, feathers are represented by the ruffles in her dress. Now, uh, her album is Wasteland, Baby! and the outfit very much misses the vibe. Dovey is another character whose outfit I had planned before hand, and it wasn’t desidned with music in mind. The one song I did think of while designing her was As It Was, which reminds me of Red Riding Hood bc of the way it opens?? I feel like even though I can’t pinpoint any one vibe that matches her look, I can see her as the narrator slash star of all the songs in this outfit. So IDK, it vibes w me, fjkdshdsfd. Her outfit is grey and brown, like a mourning dove.

#i will never draw them in colour #that is a PROMISE #ough i’ve had these ideas in my head for *checks watch* since last night #they were burning holes in me so i finally sat myself down #im REALLY proud of these outfits even if i dont love how some of the doodles themselves came out hfjkdsf #character design is my fucking PASSION #ill do the minor arcana and everyone’s battle outfits another time. for now i sleep #alex art #my ocs #the hibiscus flower #the little rose #the glass oracle #the golden prince #the spirit of justice #the son of the sea #the consumer of lies #the solitude of stars #the silence of snow #the voice of love #the colour of sunset #the spellbound archer #the spirit of revolution #the fury in judgement #the dream of serenity

[starlightstevie]

fic rec / august 2019

It’s been a whiiiiile since I’ve done one of these - I’ve missed it! Technically, this is a masterlist of my favourite fics from the past year or so, but I really wanted to include all of them so here we are! Enjoy reading <3<br>(* is smut)

BUCKY BARNES

*Incubus (series) by @after-avenging-hours When some of the best sex of your life leads to the unveiling of a world you barely even knew existed, you know you’re in a heap of trouble.  James Buchanan Barnes is the kind of man that fills your deepest and darkest fantasies, mainly because he is one.  When emotions get involved in a relationship that’s been founded on sex, there’s no turning back.  And honestly, you’re not even sure if you want to. Part 1 / Part 2 /  Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /  Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /  Part 11/ Part 12 /  Part 13 /  Part 14 /  Epilogue

*Neon Signs by @tropicalcap After a tough decision is made during a mission, Bucky decides he’s kept his feelings quiet for too long.

Soft and Sleepy by @borkingbarnes Sleepy Bucky in the morning fluffiness

*Ride by @marvelfic You accidentally let it slip to Bucky that he has great thighs, and he offers you a chance at a ride.

*Thigh Riding Bucky (headcannon) by @tropicalcap

*Dressed to Kill by @beckzorz A wrench is thrown in your latest mission when the world’s best assassin interrupts your carefully planned hit. Now you’ve got to distract the Winter Soldier so your crew can carry out the objective. Just so long as you don’t get distracted, too…

*Cherry Stem Kisses by @borkingbarnes “Y’know, they say that if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, it means you’re a good kisser”…

STEVE ROGERS

Traditions by @purenonsensefanfic Starting a new tradition with Steve

*Temptation by @marvelouscaptainrogers Your super soldier boyfriend is buried in his work one night when he was supposed to be with you. Being impatient and a bit needy, you go to his office and try to get his attention. When he doesn’t give it to you, you end up showing him something you know he can’t say no to.

*Backseat by @tropicalcap Steve drives like a maniac. A hot maniac.

THOR

*Uninhibited by rowdyhooliganism Thor has a way of lowering the reader’s inhibitions

*Milk & Honey by rowdyhooliganism The reader’s pregnancy proves too distracting for Thor

*Worthy by rowdyhooliganism The war is won, but every victory comes at a cost. Fortunately, the reader has someone to help her through the darkness

JIM HOPPER

*good girl, bad woman by @flamehairedwritings

*Morning After by @lucifer-in-leather Waking up with Hops

*Showing Appreciation by @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​ A late night at the station with Jim takes an interesting turn.

MICHAEL LANGDON

Imagine cuddling with Michael by @writing-foxie

*Sinful Thoughts by @icylangdon You’re the epitome of a good christian girl and Michael Langdon intends to ruin that.

*Neck Kisses (headcannon) by @scarofthewind

*Fever Dream by @icylangdon You can’t stand Michael Langdon and he wants nothing more than to get under your skin. Part 1 / Part 2

Out of the Woods by @thelangdoncooperative Taking care of Michael after he returns from the woods.

*Saving Michael (headcannon) by @bloomtate

Periodicity by @silentwanderlustfanfiction When Mallory is fading from her stab wound in Outpost 3, you agree to return to the past with her. But when Mallory veers towards further death and violence, you rebel against your future Supreme in hopes of breaking what could become a horrifying cycle.

*Repentance by @icylangdon You’re a sinner. Luckily for you, Father Langdon is willing to help you repent.

BTS

*One Screw Short by @baeseoul Next door Neighbour!Taehyung needs help building a bed, and thank God you’re there.

*Carnal Cupidity by @kittae Alpha!Tae x Reader: What happens when you stop taking your birth control without telling your Alpha?

*Hot Rod by @kinktae A 1950′s inspired fic where greaser Hoseok can’t keep his eyes, or hands, off the new waitress at his and his boys’ favorite diner.

MISCELLANEOUS

*Unspoken Rules by @supersonicfreddie​ Ben Hardy x reader:  As it turns out, you and Ben have a thing for tradition.

*It’s About Damn Time by @eyes-of-a-disney-princess​ Dean Winchester x reader: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.

*Summer Dress by @homesoutofhuman​ Duncan Vizla x reader: Wearing a thin sundress around the house has its consequences..

*Put on some Clothes by @favficarchives​ Eggsy Unwin x reader: You’re a member of the Cupler Ring and you’re working with Galahad on a mutual assignment. Overbooked hotels lead to everyone’s favorite scenario: bed sharing.

*Roommates (series) by @infiniteshawn Shawn Mendes x reader: Moving in with Shawn Mendes is just as wild as it sounds. Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 

#masterlist #recommended reading #fic recs #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #thor smut #thor x reader #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #michael langdon smut #michael langdon x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #shawn mendes smut #bts smut #taehyung smut #fic-recs

[alistairmoonshine]

The witcher and the incubus

TITLE: The witcher and the incubus

AUTHOR/ARTIST: @alistairmoonshine

PROMPT DAY #: #2 monster hunt

SUMMARY:  Geralt shows up in a small town looking for a quick and easy contract. They come to him about what seems to be a succubus that is lurking and killing men for pleasure. Geralt hunts down said succubus only to encounter an equally vengeful and horny incubus. Geralt must kill or seduce said incubus to get him to stop killing.

WORD COUNT (if applicable): 5900 words

BOOKS/NETFLIX/2002 SHOW/VIDEO GAME: Netflix show/game/my own liberties

TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: None

RATING: Explicit lots of sex

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Written for @geraskierweek

Geralt could feel the pangs of hunger as he lead Roach up the small path to the run down village in the north part of Redania. He hadn't been to this village in a few years and hoped that maybe something was there he could get rid of. Roach nudged his back and whinnied as he sighed quietly, “yes I know you want some oats. I am working on it girl,” he soothed as he headbutted the horse back affectionately.

Thankfully, the first inn he found had a small board on the outside. Geralt dropped the reigns of Roach and she stood in her spot trained to not move unless told to or when Geralt had the reigns. Geralt looked through the board and most was for killing humans for petty things. One stole someone's wife, another wanted the cuckold killed (probably the one who ran off with his wife), another wanted to someone to burn farm land they felt they were owed for an unpaid dowry. He growled as he tore each page off and tossed them.

Witchers did not kill and get involved in human's petty squabbles. No, he wanted something to put food in his and Roaches stomachs that was all he wanted. He sighed and turned to the horse as he stroked her nose and picked up the reigns, “I will go inside and see what they may have,” he stated calmly and lead Roach to a small yard for visiting horses. He entered the rowdy inn, but it quieted the minute people saw who he was. Geralt let his hood of the cloak fall and he slowly walked to the man at the bar,

“I am looking for work,” he murmured, not sitting as he stood rather stiffly, “is there an alderman I could speak with?” He asked as he crossed his arms. The man cleared his throat and nodded,

“A-aye... If you leave the inn and go up the road its the fourth house on the right,” the man stammered as he pointed and Geralt smiled and set down a coin,

“thank you, it isn't much. May I leave my horse in your yard?” The man nodded and Geralt left swiftly without another word. Once he shut the door, the crowd went back to the yelling, singing and drinking. It seemed there was a woman singing as well and he rolled his eyes. “Stay Roach,” he called over his shoulder as the horse neighed at him but didn't leave the yard as he walked up the hill and to the fourth house on the right. Geralt knocked three times loudly and waited until a small girl opened the door.

Her eyes went wide and she nearly screamed as Geralt tried to smile but it came out as a grimace as he showed teeth and looked down at her, “is your daddy home?” He asked curiously and she jumped back and turned to run,

“daddy! Daddy! A big scary man is at the door!” The girl hollered,

“what is it? Calm down!” The alderman said to the young girl and his eyes went wide and he smiled, “Geralt? Geralt its been years!” He laughed softly and shook Geralt's hand. Geralt smiled a bit,

“Alderman Bartek. Yes, it has been a few years. I heard you may have work?” Geralt asked and gestured to the house. The alderman gladly let Geralt in and shut the door,

“come, come lets get you a hot meal.” He said and called for his wife who came in to start on something as Geralt settled at the small table. The small girl watched curiously from the door and Geralt tried to smile at her again. She squeaked and hid more but then poked her head out again as her father settled across from Geralt,

“So, we have been having issues with people having very sexual dreams. They have them for days but then after a few days they end up dead.” He murmured as he furrowed his brow as he shook his head, “the thing is it is only men! Sometimes their throats ripped sometimes their heart! It is a beast! Only happens at night. We try to make people heed a curfew but you know how people are they don't always listen. A few went to where they thought the beast was but no one returned,” he murmured and sighed a bit, “any ideas Geralt?”

Geralt hummed as he thought a bit, “only going after men and they have dreams of sexual nature before death? I have a few ideas. Though, what I am thinking they don't normally kill there has to be a reason.” He murmured softly, “are these men on the up and up? Are they good natured?” He asked curiously and Bartek thought it over and shrugged,

“some, some are not. A few were thugs we couldn't catch in the act but knew were terrorizing others.” He stated softly, “what ya think Geralt?” Geralt didn't say anything as a bowl of broth and hard crusty bread was set in front of him. He thanked the woman and dipped the bread before taking one bite. It was bland but he was just thankful for something to eat other than whatever game he caught and berries.

“A succubus,” Geralt said around bites. “Normally they enter men's dreams and they end up rather sexual. See, succubi they like to take their energy and feedings from the sexual energy of men. Now, normally a succubus will not kill unless something has provoked it, taunted it or if the man they took the energy was bad in some way. A lot of times its inherit. They don't have to be consciously bad after all.” He said and sighed a bit as he finished the bread and slowly dipped a spoon in to drink up the salty broth.

“Ah, yes well I don't know why it came here. It's only been here for 6 months. At first there was a man having these dreams every night then it was multiple. After a few weeks those men were dead... Then it became one or two men a week after and now its only once a week but everyone is terrified. It doesn't seem if they go out at night or not. They wake up dead in their bed. Their wives wake without a knowing until they look over and their husband's necks are slashed. Quite an uproar. We tried to take care of it but it killed our men.” He grumbled a bit and shook his head, “you think you can do it? What's your askin price? I think I can just about give you anything at this rate,” he grumbled and Geralt snorted,

“hm, 1500 orens. I don't take payment until after the creature is dealt with. I will bring it's head to you. Is that good enough?” The alderman nodded happily and stood to clap the witcher on his back a few rough times,

“you wanna go for this in the morning? I can get you a room ready upstairs.” Geralt nodded,

“aye, but my horse do you know where I could house her? She's outside the inn right now,” Bartek quickly got a piece of paper and wrote down for him to take the horse to the stables and it would be paid for by Bartek himself and Geralt would owe nothing. Geralt thanked him and lead Roach to the stables, handing the stable hand the note. The man eyed it a bit suspiciously but took it begrudgingly and Geralt stroked Roach's nose gently before he left her in their capable hands and went back to the alderman's home to rest in a real bed for the night.

~ ~ ~

Geralt woke to the feeling of eyes on him. It was just past dawn and he sat straight up his golden eyes glancing as he went for his dagger under his pillow. Though, he stopped when he saw that young girl again who looked terrified as she squealed and ran from the room. She did poke her head back in and cleared her throat, “ma made breakfast. Sh-she asked me to wake you mister witcher sir.” She mumbled shyly and Geralt gave a nod and sighed a bit as he growled a quiet 'fuck' under his breath and got from the bed.

“Thank you, I will be down shortly,” he was rough but that meant the girl didn't stick around to watch him get ready for the day. He was thankful of the warm basin of water she had left for him and the clean towels as he cleaned the sweat and dirt from his brow and hair. It would be good enough until he could find a bath house or an inn with a decent tub.

Geralt pulled on armor, swords, his crossbow, and his dagger as well as his packs full of potions and oils. Geralt made sure he had Hybrid oil to put on his sword. Succubi were known to be fierce and he would not have any easy time. Granted, he would much rather talk the succubus down and maybe get her to flee, but at the same time she was killing and that was a no go for Geralt. So, a battle may ensue. He hoped it would be quick and in his favor.

Geralt finished his clothes and went downstairs to the table where a platter of eggs, streaky bacon, and grits waited. He thanked the tired looking woman as he ate in silence. Bartek was already gone for the day. That same small girl was watching ever so quietly from the corner her eyes wide and curious. He watched her eyes as he took a slice of bacon. She licked her lips and he sighed as he held it out, “do you want this?” He asked roughly and her eyes lit up as she ran to him and grabbed the piece of bacon and quickly stuffed it into her mouth with a grin,

“she loves bacon, you just made a friend dear witcher,” the woman said as the girl scrambled into Geralt's confused lap as she settled against him. He tensed and did not move as he put a hand on her lower back to steady her. He gave her his three pieces of bacon and he finished the rest as well as the watered down ale he was given. When he finished, he prodded her off and stood slowly,

“I will be on my way. Thank you for the meal. Tell Bartek I should be back by night fall. Did he tell you where the succubus might be?” She nodded and cleared her throat as she shooed the small girl off of Geralt's sleeve.

“Yes, Sir Witcher if you go out and travel up the road,” she pointed, “there is an abandoned farm. It seems the beast has taken residence up in the old house. It hasn't actually made any appearance that anyone has seen besides the people who have died,” she explained quietly and frowned, “will you take care of it?” She asked and Geralt nodded,

“if I don't then I die, but my plan is to rid you of the succubus. Thank you,” Geralt looked down at the girl and bent his knees to meet her eye to eye. She didn't seem too scared of those golden eyes anymore, “take care of your ma and da alright?” The girl grinned and nodded happily as she giggled. He ruffled thick brown hair before he made his way, tossing his swords over his shoulder and strapped them in.

Geralt made his way with purpose up the hill and up the road towards the old farm house. He could almost see it among the tree lines. There it seemed the barn had burnt as well as some of the house. The smell of ash was still in the air. Geralt wondered how long said home had burnt ago but that was unimportant.

When Geralt finally made his way up and past the open gate he saw a figure in the yard. It looked to be a young man who was it seemed to be picking flowers... That made him blink and he shook his head as he sighed as he entered the yard. It took a minute but the rather handsome man noticed and slowly jumped as he turned around and dropped the flowers,

“oh you gave me a fright! What are you doing can I help you?” He asked. The young man was all grins as he walked towards Geralt. Geralt tensed slightly and smelt the air. The air smelt of oranges and honeysuckle. It was a beautiful scent and made his nostrils flare. His golden eyes looked over the man in front of him. He wore an overly large linen shirt. The ties were loosened to show tufts of dark fuzz all along his chest. His pants were high waisted and tight. They were blue and matched the gorgeous eyes staring at him curiously,

“did you know there is a succubus about? What are you doing up here?” Geralt growled quietly as he grabbed the man on the arm, “you should leave before it kills you!” He hissed and the man pulled away a bit taken a back,

“succubus? Oh no there are no succubi up here!” He laughed quietly as he gave him another knowing grin. Geralt felt his eyes widen as he pulled back and saw the form shift. Mousey colored hair soon had horns that curled down like ram's horns formed. A tail sprouted from his back end that seemed to twitch and thrash with the way the incubus talked and walked. Blue eyes shifted to an even deeper azul and they seemed to move and flow as if there was water within his irises. He didn't grow any taller but his muscles seemed to grow ever so slightly and his shirt was magically gone to show his furry chest. Geralt's eyes moved down to see the fur traveled into the waist of his pants. He licked his lips nervously,

“an incubus that only goes after men?” He asked curiously, “you don't find that very often,”

“no, no you don't.” The incubus purred quietly as he easily stepped and covered the distance between Geralt and himself, “and they decided to send a witcher of all things for me. I am guessing you were expecting some beautiful feminine creature. Were you going to seduce me? Or are you going to try to kill me? I see the swords on your back and the crossbow at your hip. I am guessing you are hiding a dagger or two on that beautiful body as well.” He stated as he smelt Geralt and gave a light moan, “oh you are aroused aren't you? Or is that fear? Sometimes its hard to tell. But, do witchers actually feel?” He cooed softly, “I have heard quite the contrary!” Geralt took a step back as he showed his teeth slightly at the incubus,

“you need to stop killing those men! You have no right!” He growled softly as the incubus laughed again, once again covered distance as if it was nothing,

“why? I have no right? I have every right! What do you know?” He hissed, “men,” the incubus spat and glared at Geralt as he showed his own teeth, though his teeth were pointed and looked quite sharp. “Those men burnt my home. They raped me and tortured me,” he said softly, “why should I let up when they didn't let up on me?” Geralt almost felt pity and slowly put a hand on the naked shoulder as the incubus ripped away, “and here you are probably to rape me to so I will leave! This was my home before anyone here.”

“The farm was yours?”

“No you dolt, not the farm! At least not this house. I lived in the forests behind this wretched little town. Some men started burning to clear it for homes. I decided to burn this place to get back at them.” He stated and shrugged, “a few men found me at my weakest. They took their turns... Taking their pleasure in my body and I could not stop them. They all need to pay,” the incubus bared white fangs again at Geralt, “there is nothing you can do to stop me. I will kill each and every one of those men in that village! Until there are no more and I will then do it again to the women,” he hissed softly and Geralt sighed softly.

“No, you can't. You have scared them and they will behave I can assure you,” he said as he tried to talk the incubus, “do you have a name? I would love to know it,” Geralt said as gently as he could and the incubus thrashed his tail roughly,

“Jaskier,” he stated roughly,

“that means buttercup doesn't it? Thats a beautiful name for such a.. a beautiful creature,” Geralt murmured as he reached again for the incubus, for Jaskier. Jaskier seemed to enjoy the praise and his tail seemed to settle as he smiled. Those beautiful and flowing eyes gazed at Geralt curiously,

“I don't want to hurt you. In fact, I would rather do anything but hurt you,” he murmured and Geralt sighed softly,

“will you leave and promise to stop killing men? I can't have you doing that. If you don't, I will be forced to kill you or at least try. I don't want to hurt you either. I know incubi and succubi aren't inherently bad. You had a rough start and I am very sorry for that. So, please will you give this up?” Geralt questioned softly.

“Maybe...” The tail flicked curiously as the incubus made his way around Geralt, eyeing him as if he was a prized pig for the butcher. Geralt didn't like the looks but could not do anything but stand still as he was touched, rubbed and groped by Jaskier. Though, he had to admit that these touches were slightly turning him on. That wasn't exactly something he would admit out loud but it seemed that Jaskier already knew. A grin was on Jaskier's face as he made his stop right in front of Geralt again, “I want you to fuck me,” Jaskier finally announced, “hard, fast, strong. I can take so much more than a human and you can give so much more than a human. I think you can finally satisfy me.” Geralt felt his cock jump and throb in his now too tight pants and he cleared his throat. Well, this was not going as he wanted but why would he deny this?

“Will you leave these people alone, Jaskier?” He asked and Jaskier nodded,

“oh if you give as good as I think you will I will most definitely leave here. “

“and what about my 1500 orens?” Jaskier laughed a soft, melodic sound flowing through beautifully full lips,

“don't worry dear witcher. I will give you more than 1500 orens for your trouble.” That made Geralt tense, “what you don't like the idea of being paid to have sex with me?”

“I am no common whore,” Geralt rasped out,

“oh, of course not but you are to be paid for slaying the beast yes? Well, in this case the slaying is going to be a lay instead. There is nothing wrong with taking payment for this now is there? I am doing what you intended, yes? I will be leaving the people alone.” Geralt made a noise as Jaskier shimmied up closer and leaned against Geralt, “oh what a strong man you are... I can't wait,” Jaskier giggled in a giddy way as he grinned up at Geralt who made a small 'fuck' sound. “Oh yes fuck, fuck hard,” Jaskier laughed outwardly now as he tugged on Geralt's hand.

Geralt acquiesced to the tugs and followed Jaskier into the slightly burnt farm home. It smelt of honeysuckle just as Jaskier's flesh did. The scent was full of arousal as well and he cleared his throat as he felt it constrict. Oh this was going to be quite an interesting time. There had been many occurrences of witchers using sex to get a succubus or incubus to move along and leave a town alone. Geralt had just never been one of them and now here he was with this almost ethereal creature who was tugging him towards a bedroom silently, tail flicking rather happily about. Geralt eyed the tail and moved his unoccupied hand to tug at it very gently.

Jaskier stopped in the hall rather suddenly and squeaked as he felt the grab and turned to lightly smack at Geralt's hand, “no touching! Very sensitive that is!” He growled and Geralt grinned happy to find something but he put up his other hand so to show he was not going to be grabbing the tail again. Jaskier was pleased and turned to tug Geralt back down the hall and into the rather large master bedroom. The bed looked to be twice the size of a normal bed. The sheets were actually clean and seemed to be of silk or a very high quality cotton.

There were candles burning lowly and placed about the room. This room smelt even more of the honeysuckle and orange and Geralt felt it attack all of his senses. He rubbed his nose faintly and shook his head. It was almost intoxicating. Jaskier saw this and giggled as he put his arms around Geralt and leaned close to him, “do you like that? It is almost like an aphrodisiac. I didn't know if it would affect you or not. I am glad to see that it has!” he licked his lips and grinned as Geralt groaned faintly, feeling himself harden even more in his pants.

“Are you drugging me Jaskier?” Geralt gritted out and Jaskier laughed loudly as he shook his head, tail flicking happily,

“oh no not at all! This is my normal scent. I just... upped the smell a bit. I wanted to see what would happen. I heard that witchers had stronger constitutions than normal humans. If you were a normal human you would be on the floor in agony of horniness. I am actually almost disappointed!”

“Damn you, Jaskier,” Geralt growled out his eyes blown. The gold almost gone as he turned and almost picked up the incubus and tossed him onto the big bed. Jaskier made a loud yelp of surprise and was about to protest but Geralt was stripping his armor off with ease. The buckles coming loose one at a time and soon the whole piece just fell with a clang of weapons, pouches, and leather armor.

“Oh, oh my. I wasn't expecting this reaction!” He grinned as Jaskier himself started to strip his pants off with one easy go and kicking them to the side with underwear. He also tugged the linen shirt off and threw it down as well. As he was doing this, the rather horny witcher was pulling his own tunic shirt off and undoing the tight leather pants he wore. Jaskier groaned as the witcher pulled them off. He easily kicked those and his boots off showing his underclothes tented with his erection.

Jaskier got on his knees and shuffled his way to the edge of the bed as he helped Geralt strip the underclothes down his body and off as Geralt shamelessly kicked them to the side as well. “Oh this is gonna be fun!” Jaskier said giddily as he was pushed back down and Geralt was on top of him. Their bodies meshed well together as Geralt rolled his hips as he ground both his and the incubus' hard cocks together as Geralt captured him into a rough and needy kiss.

Jaskier moaned and happily rolled his hips to meet him as Jaskier opened his mouth quite happily as Geralt shoved his tongue deep. Geralt groaned at the taste. The taste was the same honeysuckle but maybe a touch of buttercup flowers as well? He wasn't totally sure but he loved it. Jaskier happily lapped back at Geralt's tongue with just as much need before he pulled away, “Geralt, please I need you fuck me god!” Jaskier groaned as Geralt started to roughly bite and kiss the incubus' throat with even more vigor. Geralt growled in acknowledgment and pulled away as he flung himself almost off the bed and fumbled for the pouch with his salves. Once it was found, he threw himself back on top of Jaskier and opened the jar clumsily.

His eyes were still wide, nostrils flared as he slicked up his fingers. Jaskier was opening his legs as Geralt used one finger to poke and prod at his hole. Jaskier relaxed with all his years of experience and waited as Geralt pressed the finger in gently. Jaskier gasped and arched up against that finger as Geralt easily started to push it in and out slowly, coating the insides of him. When Geralt felt it was enough, he pressed in his third finger in. Geralt used his own skill and pressed up. Geralt hit that spot and Jaskier cried out as he arched as Geralt pressed against that spot inside of him. “oh yes, yes more!” He cried happily as he rocked back, “I need you. Put that giant cock in me god Geralt!” Jaskier moaned as Geralt happily pulled his fingers out.

Geralt used the last of the salve onto his cock and gave himself two or three quick strokes before he was lining himself easily and pressing forward. It took every being of willpower to not just shove in and go to town. Granted, this man... No this... beast? No not beast either. Either way, Jaskier could take a lot more than a normal human.

Strong legs wrapped around his hips as Geralt bottomed out and groaned as he leaned down so his and Jaskier's foreheads were touching as he started to thrust. Jaskier lifted his hips and easily pushed back thrust for thrust as Geralt started a hard and brutal pace that would have hurt any normal human.

Jaskier couldn't stop his praises and moans as Geralt fucked him hard and fast. Geralt lifted himself up so he was on his knees and pulling Jaskier's legs up so he was almost bent in half as he thrust down groaning. Jaskier whimpered and moved to snake a hand in between their crunched bodies and started to stroke his own cock with each and every thrust.

It didn't take long before Jaskier felt his hand falter and he tightened as he cried his release and came across his hand, stomach and even up onto his furred chest. Geralt growled happily at the tightening around his cock and another three thrusts and he was emptying himself deep within Jaskier's body as he groaned and dropped Jaskier's legs as he laid upon the still twitching Incubus.

Geralt laid there, still reveling in his and Jaskier's orgasm but soon felt himself come from the haze as Jaskier started to push on the strong muscled shoulders, “You're heavy get off please?” He groaned and Geralt did just that, feeling his slightly softer cock out of Jaskier's arse. Jaskier groaned, “you are oozing from me. It is such an odd feeling I love it,” he murmured and sighed as he turned to look at Geralt who seemed to be falling asleep,

“Oh come on! You can't tell me a man of your stamina is done after one hard fuck? Where is the man who can go hours against a monster!?”

“Hnnn... give me ten minutes,” Geralt smirked as his body relaxed. Jaskier groaned but nodded as he laid back down on the bed waiting for Geralt to recoup from their romp.

It was almost exactly ten minutes when Geralt opened golden eyes and looked over at Jaskier. “Ready for round two?” Jaskier sat up and grinned a bit as he nodded happily,

“Oh most definitely.” Jaskier said happily as Geralt rolled onto his back, stroking himself slowly back to hardness. Jaskier took this opportunity to grab Geralt's cock and started to suck on the thick cock. Geralt let go and let Jaskier take over as Jaskier moaned and started to bob his head. Geralt grabbed a hold of the ram's horns and started to guide Jaskier up and down before he held tight and thrust up just to see if Jaskier could take it.

Jaskier felt his throat tighten and he gagged slightly as he grabbed at Geralt's hips and groaned as he coughed. Geralt did not let off as he held his cock down Jaskier's throats reveling in the quivering of the incubus' throat. When Jaskier finally calmed down, he let go and let Jaskier take over again. Jaskier pulled off and coughed a few times but then went right back to sucking and bobbing his head over the thick cock. Geralt groaned softly as he let Jaskier do his magic with his mouth and he was soon feeling his release tighten in his stomach again,

“Jask if you don't stop I am going to spill in your mouth,” he warned and Jaskier just moaned and kept going as Geralt grabbed the horns again and rolled his hips up and soon moaned his release as he came into Jaskier's mouth. Jaskier happily drank down every bit of the rather acid tasting cum and pulled off with a loud pop as Geralt relaxed and sighed softly,

“you taste so amazing,” Jaskier murmured softly and smiled as he leaned up to kiss Geralt on the lips softly who happily kissed back and stroked down to grab the tail and tug ever so gently. Jaskier tensed and rolled his hips with a moan as Geralt started to stroke his tail slowly,

“I see you like your tail played with,” Geralt purred as Jaskier nodded and moaned,

“oh yes almost as much as my cock, oh gods!” He groaned, “can you get it up again? I want to ride you!”

“Mm, I think so,” Geralt murmured softly as Jaskier started to stroke his cock again. He was a tad sensitive but did not try and pull away from Jaskier's ministrations as Jaskier stroked him to hardness again. “I am out of salve...” Geralt warned as Jaskier happily settled on top of Geralt and shrugged,

“my ass is still pretty loose. I think I will be fine, hold still.” Jaskier murmured and slowly lined himself up and teased the head of Geralt's cock at his hole as it relaxed and he slid down ever so slowly until he was sitting hip to hip with the witcher who grasped the incubus' hips gently.

Geralt gave Jaskier time to get his bearings straight and soon he was holding onto the shoulders of the witcher and starting to ride up and down slowly. Geralt happily held onto Jaskier's hips to give him a bit more steadiness but Jaskier gasped softly, “Geralt, give me your hands...” He murmured and Geralt held up his hands as Jaskier took those hands and used them as leverage.

Once Jaskier was steady, he sat up fully and used his feet and Geralt's hands and used that to start a fast and hard bounce as he cried out in excitement. Geralt groaned happily at the feeling and rolled his hips to meet up every time Jaskier bounced down and they met with a thick 'slap' sound as Jaskier bounced.

It wasn't long before Jaskier felt his hips give out as he had to stop bouncing. Geralt used this time to grasp Jaskier's hips again, “hold onto my shoulders you are going for another ride,” Geralt murmured up through the haze of sexual excitement. Jaskier did just this, as Geralt bent his knees up so his feet were flat on the bed. Jaskier held on for dear life as Geralt started another brutal round of thrusting as Jaskier moaned holding on for the ride.

Geralt didn't slow down and it was apparent that Jaskier would have to hold on tight. “Geralt! Geralt!” He cried and Geralt slowed,

“hmmm?” He asked with a grunt as Jaskier slowly slipped off and fell face down on the bed, his knees drawn over with tail hiked up to show his abused arse. Geralt grinned at the display of submissiveness and enjoyed looking as he rubbed Jaskier's hip and slowly settled between the legs again before he thrust right back in, deep.

Jaskier cried out happily as he was being fucked into the mattress again. His head was pressed into the pillows of the bed and he was scooted to almost pressing and banging his head against the headboard as Geralt went all out. Jaskier had to move his hand down and soon was stroking his cock again with the time of the thrusts.

Another few minutes and Jaskier was crying out his second release into the room as Geralt groaned his hips stuttering as he too came for the third time. Golden eyes closed as he almost howled to the ceiling as he emptied himself for probably the last time deep into the incubus.

When he was done cumming, Geralt pulled out and laid back down next to Jaskier as Jaskier flopped on the bed, on his stomach as he sighed happily. “Oh, I think you filled me up and satisfied me for at least a month!” Jaskier laughed softly as Geralt lay on his back staring at the ceiling,

“you will leave these people alone and stop killing?” Geralt asked roughly as he looked to Jaskier who pouted and sighed,

“yes I will leave these people alone and stop killing,” Jaskier agreed and flopped back onto his back with a sigh as well, “you know, witcher. I think you need a companion. How about I come with you?” He asked as Geralt groaned,

“how about not?”

“Then how will you know if I stopped killing people? Only you can really truly satisfy my needs!”

“I am not going to have an incubus following me. You know how bad of a reputation that would be for a witcher to have you following me?”

“Oh come off it! I can hide my horns and tail and no one will know I am an incubus but you,” Jaskier purred lightly and turned on his side as a hand went to Geralt's arm, “I will be your... Bard! I will sing your praises and help the world see you in a better light!” Geralt almost laughed out loud and shook his head,

“I rather you not,” He grumbled and Jaskier grinned,

“great when do we leave!?” He asked and Geralt groaned again,

“I need to return to the people of the village but without your head I won't get paid. There goes 1500 oren down the drain,”

“how about instead of taking my head I give you 3000 orens?” Jaskier asked happily and Geralt eyed him but gave a nod as he stood and started to dress.

“Get dressed, we need a reason on why I am bringing you back,”

“you rescued me from the big bad evil succubus who was going to kill me, a simple bard who was traveling to this lowly town! You scared her off and she ran and now they are saved!” He flourished a hand as the horns and tail disappeared. Even the flowing blue eyes turned to a normal cornflower blue as he started to pull on his clothes humming to himself.

Geralt sighed as he stood and dressed as deftly as he stripped and pulled on his boots last, “come on, Bard,” Geralt smirked at that and they made their way from the ruined farm house for a new and exciting adventure.

#geraskier week #geralt/jaskier #geralt #jaskier #incubus jaskier #lots of sex #AO3 works as well

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey! seeing all of the Good Omens posts have me wondering- are there any good angel/demon johnlock fics? not good omens just in general!! thank you in advance x

Hi Lovely!

AHHH I don’t have many, so I’ll give you all of the ones I’ve read with Angels/Demons or Winglock as a theme

WINGLOCK / ANGELS / DEMONS

Angel by MrsNoggin (T, 1,513 w. || Winglock, Friendship, Chromoesthesia, Drugging) – John is an angel. That can be the only explanation. A response to the challenging request for a realistic wingfic one-shot.

It's After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w. || Fantasy, Fallen Angel Sherlock, Soldier John, Friends to Lovers, Permanently Incomplete Fic) – Sherlock's an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him.

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He'd thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he'd grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres.The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w. || Winglock || Angels / Demons, Supernatural Elements, Occult) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John. {{I like this one because John is so perfect in it, and Sherlock cares so much about John}}

A Certain Kind of Hunger by MapleleafCameo (E, 5,881 w. || Magical Creatures || Incubus!John, Worried Sherlock, Tail Penetration, Somnophilia, PWP) – A concerned Sherlock watches as John seems to be rapidly losing weight. What he discovers is that John really isn't normal. And he is very, very hungry. The tail was the real surprise.

Not The Hands That Kill by You_Light_The_Sky (M, 6,201 w. || Winglock, Whump, Mentions of Drug Use) – Having wings does not make Sherlock Holmes a guardian angel, not in the way that John Watson is his.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q, mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works || Winglock || Angel!John, Angels & Demons, Faes, Christianity, Changelings) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #johnlock au #winglock #angels and demons #my fic recs #fic rec wednesday #theimpossiblecrush