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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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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summertime sadness .6.

overtime

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

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

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: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

<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 watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

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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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The Wedding Date

Characters: Male Orc, Female Reader Rating: LEMON Content: NSFW, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Chubby Female Reader Word Count: ~6800

Notes: This is a “fake dating” commission for @hufflesmonsters <3 

Story is also available on AO3 & Wattpad.

And now this story has art! Check out this piece by @pyxyydraws

“Are you bringing a date to the wedding?” Your mom asked.

“Maybe,” you said, leaning your hip against the kitchen counter and staring at the calendar; your perfect, successful, younger sister’s wedding was in a month.“I don’t want to rush things with the boyfriend. You know the impression it sends when you drag them to weddings. Then there’s all the extra stuff since I’m a bridesmaid, so it won’t be fun for him.”  

Also, you didn’t want to bring him because he wasn’t real but you weren’t going to admit that to your mother. When Anna had mentioned her engagement everyone had been so excited, but they’d also turned to you and started asking questions. Why aren’t you dating? Why are you still single? Do you have a job yet? So you’d lied. You’d lied your ass off, and now you had to keep up the lies. As far as your family knew, your boyfriend was gorgeous, successful, madly in love with you, and had been for eight months.

“Just bring him, darling. All of us want to meet him!” Your mother said, ignoring all of your protests. “We’re having a family barbeque this weekend and going over some details, you should bring him by! Finally introduce him to everyone! I insist.”

You grimaced. Maybe you could fake break-up? Fake an emergency for him the morning of? You’d figure it out. You had to.

“Sounds good mom, I’ve gotta go now though. Love you! Bye!”

You hung up the phone and buried your face in your hands. You had no idea what you were going to do, but the pressure was on. You were running out of time to figure this out.

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Hades’ Personal Twilight 🌑

For Roo’s Pre Code Challenge!  :  Safe In Hell (1931) 

Premise: a woman kills her rapist and flees to the Caribbean to await her fiance

Warnings: non & dubcon elements, mentions of rape (from a storytelling standpoint & descriptions of the experience), smut, violence, death, and some fluff to make up for the darkness :)))

Word count: she’s kinda long, tumblr made me shorten it

Pairings: dark! Reader x Mafia leader! Steve Rogers

A/N: she’s pretty explicit so be of age to read! (18+), heed the warnings, and enjoy! p.s love you Roo 💋

The knock off Big Ben tower, that stood in the middle of the park, sang loudly to the roaming townspeople of Queens, New York. You weren’t sure what time it was, the old wooden tower used Roman Numerals and that had never made sense to you. All you knew was that it was fresh into the afternoon, could be as early as 12:15, the sky was just blooming into a fresh baby blue color across the opening littered in white clouds.

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