Virion & The #3 Sandwich (Part One)

Virion & the #3 Sandwich (Part One)

Characters: Female Reader/Male Moth Monster, Male Bat, Genderless Forest Spirit Content: NSFW, Financial Stress, Pining, Masturbation, Illness, Sandwiches Wordcount: ~6600 Notes: Patrons got this about two weeks early, so take this as a reminder that “early stories” are one of my Patreon perks (they also got to see it while it was in WIP form). I haven’t finished the entire story, so tags are subject to change, but I’ve made a dent in Part Two. Many thanks to @monster-bait​ for encouraging me to keep going and being so enthusiastic about getting to read the moth story. Without her I probably wouldn’t have a story to share.

This was inspired by a @monsterkinkmeme​ prompt. Specifically this one.

It’s pushing midnight, and you’re sitting in the gas station parking lot crying softly to yourself. You’re counting your tips and then counting them again, as though the number is going to change and you’re magically going to have even another dollar. You know that’s not how any of this works, but you keep doing it with a silent urgency as you struggle to decide what to do.

There’s a soft tap at your window. A hulking form fills the space outside, and you’d be scared, except you know who this is. It’s the attendant at the local-grocery-slash-gas-station you’re parked at. He’s a large, fluffy, humanoid moth, and you think he’s adorable.

You’re mortified that he’s seen you like this.

“I’m so sorry for loitering–” you begin as you roll down the window. You rub your hands quickly over your face, determined to look more composed than you are.

It’s been a rough month. Rent had put your account in the negative, and you’ve only got enough cash to either eat or put a gallon of gas in your car to get home, but not both. Your stomach is growling, and you’re not sure whether you’d rather go home to empty cupboards or get something from the convenience store here and sleep in your car.

“That’s not why I’m here,” He says, his voice gentle, warm, and soft as always.

“It’s not?” You ask, glancing around the empty parking lot. You’re pretty conspicuous; your car is the only one here, and you’ve been sitting here for an hour. He has every right to ask  you to move along.

“I wanted to check on you.” He tells you. “Make sure you’re okay.”

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Werewolf boyfriend Rolf (NSFW)

Requested by @nyx-daughterofchaos98 ❤️

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Another attack, another robbery. This time it happened to the miller.

It was already a pattern. During the full moon, everyone in your village was going into hiding, bolting the doors and keeping some silver, if their household posessed any, at hand’s reach in case the pack chose their home as their next target.

They lived in an abandoned house in the forest, which they made into their den a couple of months ago. The pack consisted of a few members, led by Rolf, their alpha. You saw him a couple of times. Arrogant, hostile, walked around the village as if he owned the place. Well… he kinda did. His pack controlled everything and they took whatever they wanted from the people, and they didn’t do it in a gentle manner.

But after you saw the millers wife tending to the deep slash wounds on her husbands chest, from where one of the werewolves had pushed him away and his claws cut into his flesh, you felt anger boiling up in you.

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summertime sadness .5.

work day

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (fingering)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Loki adds to your workload.

Note: Right, here we go, here we go, here go again. Girls, what’s my weakness? Men! Sorry, minor detour there but are we ready for the darkness? Y'all hold onto your panties. Thanks everyone for their support and I love you all! 💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

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You didn’t sleep much. Every time you closed your eyes, the scene flashed behind your eyelids. Loki standing over you, the image on his phone, his hand on your chin. And then you thought of Bucky. It was hard not to; your phone buzzed all night as you ignored his messages. Steve’s too. It had finally caught up to you and it felt worse than you could imagine. A man you admired thought you nothing more than a floozy. Well, maybe you were.

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In a Sleepy Town [Headless Horseman x Reader] [MASTERPOST]

This is going to be the main post I use to navigate people to in regards to chapters and information on the story and such. While I would appreciate liking and reblogging the post; I would sincerely appreciate it if you would like and reblog the actual chapters as well!!

The notes shouldn’t matter, but they do. I am continuing this story based on response that I receive from it.

I’ll be adding more content over time.

Chapters:

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR 

CHAPTER FIVE 

CHAPTER SIX [coming soon

Non-canonical/Side-stories:

PARTY-CRASHER [oneshot][non-canonical]

Asks in regards to the story (generally non-spoiler asks that I’ll answer about the characters, town, plot, and everything else):

What Moorwick looks like

Dumb stuff I’ve found:

Went to Ross for cups, found this

Monster Under The Bed Boyfriend - Nybras (NSFW)

This train takes too long, you feel. Tired after work you want only one thing - to come home, eat dinner, change into something comfy, jump between the sheets and let your boyfriend make you forget everything else. Your monster boyfriend, that lives in the shadows under your bed.

You have to smile when you remember meeting him. You moved into a new house and one of the rooms already had a bed in it. An old, massive antique, carved from walnut. You fell in love with it on the spot. After the move was finally over and you were done with decorating the house, it took a couple of weeks for you to notice you were not alone. At first, it was the little things, like noises coming from upstairs, or finding a door open after you were sure you closed it just a few minutes ago. Things were going missing and you kept finding them different places. At first you thought your memory was just that bed, that you kept forgetting where you put things, but the noises were a different story. Steps, the sound of closing doors, and sometimes breathing. You were never afraid of ghosts, and up until now, it didn’t seem to be hostile, so you continued to ignore everything that was happening. You also thought that ghosts didn’t care about humans and what they did, so you continued to walk around the house half naked, and sometimes when you wanted to let some steam off and masturbated in your bed, moaning loudly. But sometimes you could swear that when you reached your climax, you heard a growl from under the bed and felt it vibrate a little, but it could’ve been just the blood roaring in your ears, and your muscles spasming, so you brushed it off.

Until you saw him. 

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Beautiful and Damned 7- Recover [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My loves, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Recovery comes with confessions.

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death.

You drummed your fingernails on the table, biting inside your cheek. Your stomach was making flips as you tried to ignore the nervousness nagging at you and shuffled through your sketches to distract yourself. A specific sketch caught your eye but you turned it over as soon as it did.

So what if you had drawn Geralt, without him knowing?

It’s not like he would ever see it, nor did it mean anything.

You looked up when Cassie knocked on the door, then peeked her head in.

“Your highness, Sir Leander is here as you requested.”

“Send him in please.” You said as you put your gloves on, then straightened your back, your eyes narrowing as soon as Sir Leander stepped inside. He curtsied,

“Your highness.”

“Sir Leander.” You nodded at him, “Take a seat.”

He looked almost nervous for a moment, and you tilted your head, eyeing him up and down. He did look quite handsome, with striking green eyes and wavy hair framing his face, there was no wonder why Fin was quite taken by him.

“I’m glad to see you well,” he said, “I’ve heard you preferred the solitude of your chambers and were feeling unwell.”

“I feel much better, thank you,” you said, “Were you….at the hall when the incident occurred? I don’t remember if I saw you.”

“I was there, your highness.”

“Oh good,” you took a sip of your tea, “So you had the chance to see personally what this curse entails.”

“I did.”

“Great,” you smiled at him, and slowly pulled your gloves off your hands. He sat up straighter, swallowing thickly.

“Your highness, what-?”

“Do you know the punishment for harming the crown prince, Sir Leander?”

He eyed your gloves lying on the table, “No?”

“Exile,” you said, “Or death. Depends on the crime, really. People should really be more careful these days. I hear your family has a state at the skirts of the city, close to the countryside, is that correct?”

“We have been blessed with wealth, yes.”

“Very well.” You said, “Once the confinement is over, perhaps you would like to go there for a while…..a year or so. At least until the dust settles around here.”

He gritted his teeth, “Or what?”

You drummed your fingernails on the table, drawing his attention to your hands for a moment before you shrugged,

“Court is a very dangerous place these days,” you said, “Accidents happen, a lot.”

He blinked a couple of times, then leaned in, glaring daggers at you, “Are you threatening me, your highness?”

You smiled at him calmly, almost like a snake, then shook your head,

“Consider it as a suggestion,” you told him, and leaned in, “You’ve already seen what I would do to protect one of my brothers, Sir Leander. Would you like to see what I would do to protect the other one as well?”

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