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💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 9 · Hello! Do you have any rules regarding your blog? I also wanted to say that I love your mothman boyfriend fic a lot!!
Hiii
You run a very infamous and popular tavern. Widely renowned not only for the (almost surprising) cleanliness and the alcohol, but also for your irresistible pancakes that you serve in the mornings.
Now, it's not necessarily the pancakes themselves. Though they are delightfully fluffy- they are still just water, flour and bread. No, no- it's the delectable syrup you drench them in. A unique flavour that no one else had ever found before.
You've had numerous people try to get you to tell them just who gives it to you, but you stay silent.
And the customers hold their tongues because as long as they get to eat it, they're satisfied.
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Fallen twigs and leaves crunch under the soles of your boots as you make your way through the forest.
As autumn has rounded the corner, the forest has been painted a beautiful ombre of reds, oranges, and yellows. You would slow down and admire it if you didn't have a mission to fulfil.
This Saturday, like the many Saturdays before. Your store was closed so you could collect more supplies for the ongoing demand of your products.
The path you were taking now is one of them. Though it was not a very well known one.
What was once a normal trek through the forest led you to carefully slide down rocks to manage to get behind a waterfall. The gushing water roared at your ears and you quickly slid away into the cave.
You made your steps small and arms out wide, sure to hold onto something as you went through the darkness. Fortunately, the cave had a relatively short path to the other side, where you reached your destination.
Before you was the humble town of nymphs, wooden and water alike.
After having saved one of the towns children from a horrendous bear trap, you had grown a connection with them.
Specifically with Herene, the mother of the child whom you'd saved.
What was once a dinner of gratitude had turned into multiple dinners of merely basking in each other's company. Morning chores for one and turned into two and Herene then found herself with an extra pair of hands she was relieved to have.
Herene was widowed. Although her community was ever loving and supportive of her, ever since the loss of her husband she had become distant. Focusing blindly on her child, Flencer, more than anything.
He was all she had left of her late husband. The last thing left good in this world.
So on the day Flencer had gone missing past the waterfall, she was erratic. Using all her energy into finding him to the point she had nearly let herself pass out if it weren't the help of the other nymphs.
You'd found the small boy playing innocently in the water, splashing his soft roots into the stream he stood in with airy giggles.
What he didn't know however, was that he was slowly nearing the waterfall where bears most commonly feasted upon the rain of salmon that currently slid between his ankles.
When you were hunting some salmon yourself, you had noticed the boy and, without a second thought, snatched him up right before he got caught up by the tide and fall off the edge of the cliff.
Drenched, muddy and with a twisted ankle, you speculated on where this wooden child could have possibly come from- and perhaps how you would be able to make it home before dark.
Luckily for you, however, it seemed the forest was on your side as small wisps had lit a path for you.
Not having the energy to question it further, let alone wonder on your own sanity in that moment. And that's how you met Herene.
A muddy, limping human that had managed to make it into the nymphs secret sanctuary with her son in tow.
She had all her thanks to give to you after that- even if the other nymphs had found the relationship between the two of you odd, they hadn't the heart to send you away after your kindness and neither the courage to go against the forest after you explained how you got there.
Which is how you came to this agreement between yourself and Herene, amongst other agreements- where when your lips meet she tries her best to not gift you a splinter and when your fingers enter her soft, flower-like cunt you get her to come gushing down on you. Leafy hands caressing your body as you become tangled up in the moonlight spilling within her room. Breaths intermingling with each others- tasting flesh and flowers.
And perhaps with soft-spoken whispers to not wake up the small toddler in the other room, she lets you suckle on her tits just to get her started before aiding her in extracting the sticky maple she produces that she now has no need for.
A mutual agreement- obviously devoid of no further connection besides business partners. Even if when she wakes up in the morning you're still there beside her, skin softer than silk and hair spread out like water. Even if she believes that in some way you were as truly meant for her as her late husband was. Even if you find yourself spending most of your nights with her rather than at your inn.
Your law firm has graciously chosen you to be their representative at the Turkish law firm they are partnering with- Aydin and Demir, the law firm best equipped for you workplace troubles! *No win, No fee!
Promising, right? Well, Aydin and Demir is actually one of the most profitable law firms in Turkey and yes, it may be a bit looked down upon because it is normally the employers/companies who sue against their employees- but their success rate is 99.99%!
How is that possible? You wondered that yourself for a while until you saw it in action right before your eyes in the courtroom.
TTK Robotics v M. Sahin, a very precarious civil dispute where the company TTK Robotics is suing their, once, lead technician Mr Sahin for defamation and contract breach for him having used his ideas in another company after having left TTK Robotics.
Absolute ludicracy, right? How would it make sense for the company to be able to sue him even though he left the company and technically didn't have a contract with them anymore?
Zade Naseer, Aydin and Demirs very own Sphinx lawyer is how.
Despite the entire court procession being spoken in Turkish, you were able to understand every word that exited Zades mouth.
It was rumoured that Sphinxes were capable of sounding like the mother tongue of the listener without having ever studied the language or having known the listener personally. Now that you finally hear it in person, you understood. He was otherworldly.
As a deaf individual however, hearing sounds in itself pour out from the beings mouth stunned you in general.
There was something entrancing about him as he sat at the front, keen yellow eyes upon the defendant, large preened eagle wings folded neatly against his straight back. Much larger stature than any real lion- when he stood he was on par with that of his human male counterparts. His human part, the neck and upwards, was distinctly handsome in a more traditional sense. A strong nose and chiseled face set by long, curly black locks styled into a bun.
With the way he presented himself and further, how he enunciated his words, there was somehow no way to have questioned him when he made a question in turn.
Impossible questions for the defendant to answer, yet simple all the same.
It took nearly a year but the case resulted in the defendant having the liability for the charges of a breached contract, defamation and a additional charge of negligence to the company.
After witnessing him in court, you were later introduced to each other in person at the law firm. Revealing that he would show you around and exchange international and company knowledge for the other.
"Pronounced as one letter, and written with three, two letters there are and two only in me. I'm double, I'm single, I am black, blue and gray. I'm read from both ends, and the same either way. What am I?"
Is the first question he asks you. Which, you ignore. Instead granting him a smile and extending your hand. Although you can hear him, scarcely remembering what your mother tongue sounded like from before the incident in which you lost your hearing, you don't answer him or attempt to. His boss then informs him that you are deaf.
His dark brows scrunch slightly in agitation, yellow eyes glint with curiosity- but he takes your hand in his large paw and pushes no further. It was rare for people to have answered his questions correctly. Rarer more that people didn't try answer them at all.
In the days you continue to spend together however, he always asks one question a day- and always speaks to you as if you can hear him.
"Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it neither see nor feel it. What is it?"
In the beginning the sound of a voice after so long had nearly made you wish to cry- instead you remained thick and showed no indication you were affected. No indication you could hear him.
Soon, his riddles turn to more so statements.
"I wonder what it is you use for your hair, it does make you look stunning," to which you try remain cold and unaffected by such a compliment.
He starts remembering small details about you despite not having made any comment about them- such as how many sugars you like with your tea. What seat you like most in the conference room. What space you prefer to place your lunch in the fridge, which he ensures is unoccupied for you in the morning.
It is on your last week in Turkey that you reveal this secret.
The firm is hosting a small party- not for you leaving, but for the recent win Zade had scored yet again.
You stood outside on a balcony, staring up into the night sky.
"They come out at night without being called," his rich voice sounds, making you flinch slightly in surprise.
Zade makes his way over to you and stands beside you, eyes also cast upwards.
"and they are lost in the day without being stolen. What-"
"Stars" you manage to sound out. Or you at least hope you had properly. It had been a while since you had spoken.
When the sphinx turns his head and sets his gaze upon you it almost looks like stars themselves have made home in the craters of his eyes.
The way he gazes at you is tender, as if you were the moon reflecting back a soft glow of his brilliance. Of understanding.
For perhaps the first moment in your entire life, you feel heard, even in the silence.
warnings; mdni!/18+ only!, erotic horror, extreme dubcon leaning into noncon, blood, derogatory language (whore), explicit sexual details, probs inaccurate medical details
wc; 1,800
dividers; @/strangergraphics | @/cafekitsune
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this!
They told you that you were found walking in circles naked in a fast-food parking lot, skin slick with your own blood, and murmuring deliriously about something no one could understand.
This information had come to you almost two days after being quarantined and placed in observation at the hospital. At one point, right as you had regained consciousness and could answer basic questions about yourself, they explained their treatment plan for you that included a broad scope of antibiotics, fluids, and at least half a dozen IV catheters sticking out of your body as though you were a little prodding doll for the med students.
"More or less, you had a fever so high that your brain fried," said the emergency doctor, a man who seemed to have a perpetually exasperated expression each time you saw him. "Right after EMS brought you in, you started having seizures. We've stabilized you and seem to have gotten them under control for now, but I have to say: I've never seen anything like this before."
The doctor and his colleagues agreed that the bite mark on your wrist was the likely culprit for your onslaught of symptoms. They had guessed rabies, or perhaps a bite from a dog or another large animal with perfectly uniform, long teeth. Big dogs. Big cats. An abnormally massive raccoon. Foxes. Wolves. Each scenario deteriorated into further absurdity because they could not find any creature, any animal with the teeth to match the marks in your flesh.
Except one.
"Now, I understand this may be embarrassing to hear, but those marks there," the doctor gestured to your gauze-wrapped wrist with the silvery tip of his pen, "those marks most closely resemble human teeth. Except for the puncture wounds, of course. Do you remember what happened? Anything at all?"
Of course you did. Perhaps you couldn't recall what all had transpired once you had left that man's house—that thing's house—but every detail of that night was still fresh in your mind. Felt like scars on your body.
Around three days ago, you had detoured the normal course of your day after work by visiting a local watering hole for a drink. It was a well-lit and maintained bar, polished surfaces everywhere, chairs that were consistently steam-cleaned and reupholstered when worn. This was the type of place where women traveled in packs, knowing they could leave their drinks uncovered because the bartenders were scoping out the place like hawks on the prowl.
You had thought it would be a safe distraction for an hour or two, somewhere you could unwind without having to engage in trivialities and flirtations. And, for the most part, that's exactly how it had gone until all the light from outside had gone away and the scrappier regulars returned for yet another night of self-medicating.
"Do you mind a little company?" asked a man, to which you breathed a sigh into your drink and rolled your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. The men down there are just a little too rowdy for my taste. You're the only person I saw here who seems even a little normal."
Now, you looked at him and nearly spat into your cup.
He was beautiful. He was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life.
A lean build dressed in a tailored suit that complemented his very pale (almost too pale) skin, black eyes, and dark brown hair. His lips were raised into a soft smile and looked cold, colorless, purple like the veins in his face. You looked into his eyes and swore you saw nothing in them.
Then, you did something you shouldn't have done: You started talking to him.
"I'm sorry. I just… have completely forgotten myself tonight," said the handsome man, face stiff with that same small smile. "I saw you, and everything I wanted to say slipped my mind. May I know your name?"
An hour later, you had left the bar with him, hanging off his arm.
In hindsight, you hated how easily you were able to be wooed by him, but you knew that there wasn't anything you could've done to prevent it. He had set his sights on you that night, a predator in the shadows, and collected you exactly as he had planned. You looked into his eyes for a moment too long once—that was all it took.
You weren't sure where he had taken you once he had paid the cab fare. It was a house somewhere outside the city; old, but far from decrepit despite being poorly lit. The only way you were able to navigate the walls and rugs was by holding tightly to his arm, allowing him to guide you, completely at his mercy.
He swept you into a room and turned on a lamp. It set the room aglow red, from the lampshade of the same color. Then, he turned to you and began to loosen the tie around his neck.
"Do you like the light? I've found it's made the experience all the more invigorating," was the strange thing said, now reaching for the buttons on the front of your shirt as he looked into your eyes.
The depth of his black eyes was abyssal, finding that the longer you stared at them, the heavier your own became and the less you felt confident you could stand. His hand stroked your face, cold fingers caressing your lips and the curve of your cheekbone, never breaking eye contact as he leaned in and kissed you.
It was a passionate kiss that you reciprocated with heat prickling your ears and neck. His tongue pressed into your mouth while his hands maneuvered the layers of clothes off your body. You heard each piece land—whump—until nothing was left. You were completely naked in front of this beautiful stranger, his hands returning to his own body to strip himself of what remained.
"Lie down, spread your legs for me."
The command excited you. He ravaged you until you couldn't handle his tongue and lips on you anymore, and pushed his face away with a whimper. He said you tasted divine, that your moans and writhing were beautiful to him. Show him more of it.
You were able to track the path of his freezing lips up your body, molding against the contours that made you everything that you were. He lavished every part of you that his mouth touched, stroking his cock closer to hardness when you would moan for him. He smeared the fluids from his tip along his shaft and spread the mess between your legs.
He pushed his cock into you while his lips still roamed you, seating himself as deep as he could before he started thrusting. You stared up at the red ceiling while he fucked you, laving at your neck with his wet tongue and lips over your carotid pulse.
Bump. Bump. Bump. Bump.
You could feel the pulse he outlined. He pressed against it, and it pushed back. Something about it made you nervous, or perhaps it was the excitement of his cock increasingly fucking into your harder and faster, stealing your breath into ragged pants. It was then that you felt his teeth come out to play with your flesh, lightly, teasingly grazing the spot where your neck throbbed back at him.
They were long. They were sharp.
Dread made your stomach plummet, and something primal began to needle at the back of your head. This was what you expected it was like for a bug stuck in a spider's web with no feasible escape once it was caught. He had you pinned under his body, writhing in the throes of ecstasy from fucking you so good with his cock.
Everything now was too intense for you to handle. The strangeness of the sex was too much. The fear incessantly prickling your senses was too much. You wanted this to be over and to leave. So, despite your leaden arms, you lifted them and pressed against his body, tried to wrench your body out of any convenient position for him.
"No more! Stop!" you said, tempted to slap him when he took one of your hands and pressed his lips against the inside of your wrist. "Get off of me!"
His hips thrusts slowed, though he never fully pulled out. "My, I thought we were having so much fun. You sure seemed to be enjoying it. Like a little whore."
You were taken aback by his change in demeanor. Even the way he looked down at you was different now: less patient, less of his charismatic smile, less than nothing in his black eyes.
Then, with the sharp teeth in his mouth bared, he sank them into the delicate flesh covering your wrist. The agony was immediate and weakening, stealing the air from your lungs, no matter how intensely you wanted to scream out. It felt like four hot skewers inside of you, burning through tendon and muscle and boiling the blood in your veins and arteries. It was pain unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. And, in that moment, you knew you would never regain full control of that wrist again.
When he withdrew his teeth, you groaned. He flattened his tongue on your skin, across the meat of your wrist, and began to ravenously lap at the blood flowing profusely from the puncture wounds. There was too much for him to control that managed to escape, leaving long, hot streaks of red darker than the red of the room down your arm. They dripped onto your naked body, making you flinch each time the drops made contact.
That was when you started thrashing around under him, throwing around the weight of your body until you were able to yank your wrist out of his mouth and crawl away, off the bed, out of the room, and out of that damn house. After that, your reality had blurred, and that was when you were found wandering the parking lot alone and naked.
As the days went on, you realized that the only reason you were able to escape that night was that he let you. He didn't try to keep you there. Rather, he'd sat back on his heels, licking the blood from his lips, and said aloud to the empty room:
"Run, run all you like. I'll find you and bring you right back here, my dear."
This. This is the reader's villain arc for sure. I feel very indignant but at the same time I can't really be mad! He's a vampire after all, and probably sees humans as a source of food and nothing more. But still, how dare he do that to the reader! Meanie 🥺 Can I also add "wandering naked in a parking lot" sounds like something straight out of the most embarrassing nightmare?
Hey so I thought we as userbase should organize spontaneous blackout protest against shapes inc ads here. I thought Feb 26th would be a good date (so ppl has 72 hrs notice if they want to participate), we would log off for 24hrs to show tumblr we are not okay with that (and also for shapes to get less ad revenue for a day in a process lol). Tag would be 'anti shapes inc protest'
If you like the idea/want to participate, help spread the word by reblogging this ask. Thanks <3
I would happily comply with this, hopefully enough people participate for it to make an impact!
very much down for this, will be posting my Valentine’s Day event post scheduled for the 26th on the 25th. letting ai advertise on a site/app known to be used by writers and artists is bullshit.
@ryosprincess @twitone @yunamoona @iheartanzai @oporotheca @astriiixx @splurtz @sweatingbulletss @dearsnow @gyarwu @getopied @himezoro @lunarkyn @loverboykirstein @l0tusblu @xqce @cloudykumo @chososkink @coffee-and-geto @brookaroo @mimiiis @mieleism (i tried to tag my moots that i haven’t seen tagged yet)
What I am about to say is the hardest thing I have ever written. I stood there frozen, unable to breathe, and I almost collapsed while looking at my sister in front of me, and I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with even a single word and ignores us.
