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[tiredcatboysinc]

Work Night

I get up for work in like 30 mins. I'm gonna go eat breakfast pasta -Eddie🐶

Summary: "YOU'RE HOME!! OhhHHHhh... You smell so nice... IM SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME, DArLING!!" Doe giggled and squirmed as he pressed himself evercloser to you, as if trying to mold his face into your neck.

Warnings: Cursing, Doe being a lil freak as normal

Words: 754

ao3

You know, before you started working in Uncanny Valley, you truly thought this would've been an easier job than your last, it's just a damn gas station. It should've been easier than your last job, barely anyone came in the fucking store on half your shift!! But god... The people that had come in? It almost made you wished you'd never moved here... Almost.

You wouldn't dare think about leaving Uncanny Valley, not now - not when you had a special little freak to get home to. No, you couldn't leave, no more how much your job bugged you, and no matter how much some of the people bugged you.

You made decent money, so it wasn't all bad you guessed... Whatever, it didn't matter, you could complain later, when you were laying in the overheated and overbearing hold of your partner - Doe.

Yeah, that would make this day better...

You smiled thinking about it, the sticky air of the bus seeming not so bad now. A quiet, inaudible hum, left you as you dug for your phone in your bag, you hadn't let Doe know you were on your way home yet.

Sleepily your fingers typed in your passcode, swiping open the device and clearing all those pesky social media notifications. Your eyes dragged around the screen, a quiet yawn escaping you as you did.

The bus air always made you sleepy, maybe it was humidity or something - you weren't particularly sure. Either way, you felt like you might fall asleep standing up at this point - heavy eyes barely glancing over your words as your typed with slowed movements. God, maybe you did need a different job... Solely for the purpose of not having to take the melatonin air infused bus every morning and night.

As you typed out your short text to Doe the feeling of the bus coming to it's halt almost didn't register, only did you process it when other people had started to leave - making you scramble off as well, already well aware this was your stop.

Another sleepy yawn left you as you walked the much cooler street, having now told Doe you were almost home.

It always amazed you how fast he replied, as if he was staring at the phone you'd gotten him, waiting, never batting a lid in fear he'd miss when you were typing. It was cute, in an overly obsessed and clingy way - But hey, you wouldn't be dating this freak if you didn't like that about him.

A smile crept up your face as you ascended the apartment steps, hand grazing the railing before falling off. The metal was cool, sending a nice tingling up your spine from your overheated skin. A shower would be nice, you thought, as your keys jingled in your palms, but you knew Doe would sob and whine - protesting until he was hoarse just so you wouldn't.

...You could figure that out later.

Right now, you had Doe barreling at you, practically glomping you as you opened the door, and almost knocking you straight to your ass.

"YOU'RE HOME!! OhhHHHhh... You smell so nice... IM SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME, DArLING!!" Doe giggled and squirmed as he pressed himself evercloser to you, as if trying to mold his face into your neck. He inhaled every inch of you that you'd let him at the moment, which only lasted about .5 seconds before you were hauling him to his feet - chuckling with affection and only slight embarrassment.

"I know you're glad to see me, honey... I'm glad to see you too... B-" Doe almost screamed at your words, wrapping his unnormally long and lankey arms around you. He squeezed you tight, hands clawing at the back of your work shirt.

"YOU MISSED MEE.. OoooHh, you MISSED me... I'm so happy you missed me... You should miss me MORE so I can hug you more!!!!" He giggled and squawked, practically vibrating out of his shell.

You could only sigh, shaking your head playfully while giving him a light shove towards the apartment. "Yeah, yeah... Come on, lover boy, I've missed you alright... Now come on, let's go lay down." A half yawn have groan left your lips, hand fumbling back for the door handle as you did so.

The door slipped shut, allowing you to freely place a kiss to Doe's cheek - grinning at the way his pupils pulsed and swirled.

"I think you deserve some cuddles for being so good today, and not stalking me at work like I asked."

[lasatfat]

the unending cycle

explicit | ongoing

Doctor Victor Frankenstein is a man with a singular ambition: to conquer death, once and for all. Cut off from the resources of the Royal College, he is thrown a lifeline by the wealthy arms merchant Heinrich Harlander, but that help comes with unspoken conditions and dangerous associations. Because Victor Frankenstein is a man with secrets. Secrets that, if uncovered, could destroy his life entirely.

[ chapter one ] [ chapter two ] [ chapter three ] [ chapter four ] [ chapter five ]

[writingwenches]

OKAY, yesterday I got my Act One plot pointed out for my original fantasy work

Today might be the day I write it

[anord]

writing WIP day 2

i love Rhett so so much

here are my fav bits from today so it's not that much reading

this one below is Rhett writing about their street art (they refer to you, the reader, aka whoever picks up Rhett's journal.)

this is just Rhett looking for painting inspiration and crashing out about employment

[emocxnteddie]

Breaking Oath And Faith

Shadowheart x GN!Paladin!Selunite!TAV[They/Them Pronouns]

Intro; Selunites & Sharrans have always been at war against each other, never getting along. Selunites value the light & the good parts of life while Sharrans value the darkness & evil parts of life. Selune & Shar's difference is why they are rivals & eternal enemies, and their followers. But one day when a mind flayer nautiloid snatches up a Selunite Paladin & a Sharran Cleric, they'll have to cooperate if both want to live to see another day without tentacles in the morning.

CONTENT WARNINGS; Swearing, Enemies To Lovers, Religious Trauma, Shar, Sex, Wine, Hate sex, Pet names, choking kink, violence, blood, family issues, Religion, praise kink, degradation kink, small hints of jealousy, flirting, aggressive flirting. {More Will Be Added In The Future Most Likely}

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Chapter 1 <> Forced To Be Allies.

Chapter 2 <> I Hate You.

Chapter 3 <> Why Do You Care?

Chapter 4 <> Jealousy Is Good On You.

Chapter 5 <> Healing Your Wounds.

Chapter 6 <> Show Me.

Chapter 7 <> The Wine Talking.

Chapter 8 <> The Darkness Awaits.

Chapter 9 <> Common Enemy.

Chapter 10 <> The Gauntlet Of Shar.

Chapter 11 <> Rewriting Destiny.

Chapter 12 <> Saved From The Darkness.

Chapter 13 <> The City.

Chapter 14 <> The Past & The Future.

Chapter 15 <> Saving More Than Just Each Other.

Chapter 16 <> Down With The Leaders.

Chapter 17 <> The Battle To Save Faerun.

Chapter 18 <> The Reuniting Of Friends.

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This is a mini-series made by myself! Chapters are in progress! Be not afraid to ask to be added to the tag list! I am happy to announce this new project of mine! - Author Ed.

[eddie-brii]

So I know I haven't written from HoA in a while but I'm slowly getting back into it as I'm getting out of my depression. Figured I'd start up with a snip it of how I think one of the ways Clarice might survive. It's not proof read. Enjoy!

Rachael was panting as she ran the generator the lights were hooked to in the temple. They needed eyes on these things, and she needed to keep them on, damnit! As soon as she got there, she pulled the starter cord to try to keep the generator going. It seemed like it might be working until the third and final pull when the cord snapped.

"You've got to be fucking kidding?!" She nearly shouted before her leg jutted out and slammed in the old piece of junk keeping them alive. The sputtering stopped suddenly as the lights quit flickering. She sighed in relief briefly before she looked over to Clarice, the other woman struggling to keep going as whatever the creatures had done to her ravaged her body. Rachael ran into the tent set up next to the generator, frantically searching as she nearly threw things around until she finally found the pack she was looking for.

"Rachel! What the hell are you doing?! We need to get out of here!" She heard Eric calling her as she quickly slung the pack on to her back. She could hear the shouting of the surviving Marines, Merwin and Kolchek being the loudest as they threw insults at the creatures through the temple doors. She emerged from the tent with the pack before going to the computer hooked up to the cameras.

"I'm keeping a fucking promise, Eric!" She yelled as she flipped through cameras, trying to find them a way out. Before he could respond, the sound of an explosion rang through the temple as she saw a camera go down.

"Is this place mined?!" She called as she looked around the temple, weary that blast might bring down the heavy stone on top of them.

"Not mined enough!" Kolchek called back as him and the other three Marines held the door. Eric and Clarice moving down towards her as she flipped through cameras before settling on the one leading to the catacombs.

"There! The catacombs! That's our way out!" She said as she stood, readying her pistol and getting ready to help Clarice move out.

"That ain't a fucking way out!" Kolchek countered as he nearly got thrown from the door, he moved back before shouldering his rifle and shooting through the doors. "This is our house, our rules!" He shouted as he continued to fire.

"It's the only way we've got right now!" She shouted back, she heard Jason curse as he motioned for Joey and Merwin to move towards the passage with the rest. Finally he and Nick moved to retreat while the doors still held up for the moment. They covered the way as the group began to climb over the debris in the doorway, firing the creatures as doors to the temple finally gave way.

The rest felt like a blur to Rachel. Even when she ran for the machine gun and helped Kolchek hold them off, she relied on muscle memory while her brain screamed at her. It wasn't until the blasts from the tunnel above them had settled when she felt like she could breathe for the moment, her shoulders sagging. She felt the weight of the pack shift on her back as she did, remembering the conversation she had with Clarice before they crossed the cavern. She swung the bag from her shoulder as she quickly moved to Clarice, ignoring the looks the others were giving as she began to pull out pill bottles.

"Clarice, here start taking these." She said she started to grab anything that looked like it might help the other woman. She'd have to wait to do any injections until they had light.

[a-cup-of-kencoco]

hi...creeping out from me swamp...to request a dirty confessional session with a sister of sin and secondo

My darling swamp angel, oh my goodness!! I’m so sorry for taking a literal century to write this, but here is my offering to you. 🥹 I hope that you enjoy it!!

Pairing: Papa Emeritus II x Sister of Sin!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, minors do NOT interact. Smut, mutual masturbation, dom/sub vibes, slight degradation/praise, cockwarming as punishment…I think that’s it, but let me know if I miss anything lol

Note: I was inspired by the gif below because it gets this thundercat poon poon purring ok

It all started with that haunting eye.

That piercing, eerie star that shone from the depths of Secondo’s skull paint. During the evening Ritual, it shot through you like a silver pin and held you to black velvet—as if this master insect taxidermist had finished his masterpiece, a treasure preserved and displayed. Completely enraptured by his spell, the sermons faded into static and you felt as if you stood on a pedestal rising above the sea of fellow brothers and sisters of sin. He pointed at you, a nearby Nameless Ghoul responded from the shadows with a nod and disappeared, but you were finally released from his hold when he broke eye contact. A warm simmering settled in your chest, reaching towards your fingertips—you were chosen and now, all you had to do was wait.

Returning to your room, you found a note on your bed—the parchment creamy to the touch and Secondo’s spidery handwriting marring the unblemished surface:

Meet me in the confessional at the witching hour. Do not be late.

Your fingers run across his signature, the dips and indents left by the pressure of his fountain pen. The same buzzing from before could be felt with every brush against the inked loops and sharp lines. With a shuddering sigh, you gently pull up the skirt of your habit and glide your panties over the swell of your hips and down your thighs—Papa wouldn’t want these in the way.

~*~

The chapel was shrouded in darkness, only soft spotlights of moonlight dripped in through the stained glass windows. Your steps were hesitant, unsure of whether you should call out to your Papa or if breaking the silence would ruin the building tension swelling in this unholy space. A muffled ruffling of fabric turned your attention to the daunting confessional settled in the corner, dim light glowing from inside. Secondo was already waiting inside. With a deep breath, you quietly opened the wooden door next to the space Papa was occupying—the rich scent of incense and mahogany filled the dark space. You lowered yourself on the prayer kneeler, the skin of your knees meeting the soft velvet just as the church bells signaled the start of the witching hour. With hands clasped together, you peek through your lashes to find Secondo’s stark silhouette behind the latticed screen separating the both of you. Papa inhaled deeply, his shadow straightening up and you watched carefully in wait.

“Sister,” he greeted, his voice reminiscent of the rumbled beginnings of a thunder storm.

“Hello, Papa.”

“It pleases me to see that you have accepted my invitation. I assume you know what is coming, yes?”

“Yes, Papa,” a shiver of thrill tinkling down your spine, the warmth of arousal blossoming in your center. He hums in approval, casually shifting in his seat when he hears the tremor of excitement in your response.

“Good, good. And if you wish to stop, you need only say so,” he adds in quietly, temporarily pausing the heavy tension of his charismatic dominance to assure you before continuing. Your breath catches in your throat, heartbeat fluttering in your ears as you nod to yourself.

“Verbal answers only, Sister,” he commanded, slipping back into his role.

“Yes, Papa. I’m sorry, Papa,” you breathe out quickly, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to add friction to where you wanted it most. Another hum oozed in through the latticework and you longed to feel the vibrations against your center or lips.

“Yes, yes. I believe a prayer would convince me to forgive you,” he purred, shifting once again and the metal jingling sound of a belt being loosened rang out.

The sudden flood of arousal coursing through you made you feel lightheaded, breaths coming in quiet gasps as you gently lifted your tunic. Softly cupping your mound, you inhale sharply. A finger brushes against your clit and you whine softly.

“O-our Father, who—“

“I will tell you when you can touch yourself, whore,” he hissed, a wet and rhythmic pumping sounding from his side.

“Do not touch what is mine without permission. Start again.”

You force your hands away from your aching center, clasping them and holding them close to the lattice. The fragile wood rubbed against your knuckles and you groaned softly, wishing to grasp him or yourself and continue to chase that pleasure.

“Sister—“

“I-I’m sorry, Papa. Our Father, who art in Hell,” you shakily exhale in one breath, the demanding baritone of his voice sending sparks down your spine. He let loose an obscene moan, one that shook the gravel of his voice, and his hand tugged fiercely at his manhood.

“Unhallowed, be thy name…Cursed be—“ another pornographic moan from Secondo, “—the sons and daughters—“

“Ooh—good…so good, Sister. Such a good girl for your Papa.”

“Of thine nemesis who art to b-blame—Papa, please,” you whine, knuckles turning white from how hard you keep them pressed together. Your fingertips itched to play in the wetness gathering between your thighs.

Secondo chuckles, his pumping slowing down and his silhouette shifting as he turned towards you. You bite your bottom lip hard, desperately trying to make out the shapes and valleys of his face to distract yourself from your throbbing center.

“Oh please, please—I just want you to fuck me. Please touch me, Secondo—I need you so badly—“

“Hmm…well, since you cannot make it through one prayer…come here, Sister,” he purred. You burst out of your side of the confessional, hands wild as they searched for the compartment that held all of your desires and releases. Flinging it open revealed what you expected—Secondo with his papal attire pulled up around his hips and pants shuffled down enough to release his engorged erection. He still held it in his grasp, the leather of his gloves shiny with pre-cum alongside the thick and throbbing appendage. He smirks, the skull paint making his features sinister and devilish. With his free hand, he beckons you to him, shifting his hips as a signal to take a seat.

You immediately hike up your dress and straddle him, eagerly rubbing yourself against his cock. He hisses and grabs your hips to still you, jaw clenching at the sensation of just how wet you are from merely listening to him touching himself. His thumbs run gentle circles into the bones of your hips, humming appreciatively at the lack of undergarments as well as admiring the soft curves of your body. He lifts you up slightly, aligning himself before plunging into you—you keen at the delicious stretch as he forces your walls to flutter and adjust around his cock. A grunt leaves him as he slowly grinds into you, your hands grasp onto his shoulders and neck as you loudly moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Papa. You’re so fucking deep, pleasepleasepleasekeepgoing—“

“No, Sister.”

You look into his intense and commanding stare, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of your vision.

“Since you are such a desperate little whore for your Papa…you will say your prayers with my cock inside you. Maybe then you’ll behave.”

~*~

I hope that you like this and I’m so sorry if you don’t, my Swamp Angel. Let me know if y’all would like a part 2/continuation of this and I will absolutely do it!

Also, I’d like to write more on this blog, so please feel free to send in requests! I write for other characters/fandoms as well, so if anyone would like me to post a list, just let me know. 💕

[amberswords]

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Minors DNI! 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

I was chatting in Melk's discord server (a very cool JJBA discord I'm in btw wink wink) and thanks to the guys I am riddled with butch Jotaro thoughts again good LORD.

I love thinking of going to the gym with him or even having him there as your personal trainer. Getting so distracted by watching him do weights that you cannot even pretend you were doing your routine when he turns to look at you and catches your eye. Having to ask him for help to reach the pull up bar and feeling his massive hands wrapping around your waist, or even right under your ass, and how he can effortlessly lift you and hold you there for a couple seconds as you catch yourself.

The more time you spend at the gym the more he catches onto the fact that you absolutely are not there for any sort of training reasons and you are mostly interested in ogling him, but /also/, he knows the perfect hours when the showers are almost entirely empty so what's the problem in indulging you a bit?