#sfw-ish

[clockworkdragonffxiv]

I don't have any mods for making @ahollowgrave a thirst trap of Zakuro, but I can cobble something together using vanilla. And I figured, y'know, we've got plenty of booty and swimsuits... what about a sweaty engineering lizard in her ship's engine room?

Safe for work, because Zak is working. "Safely."

I should ask someone if they wanna do an OSHA-disapproving photos of Zak. >.>

[bigshadyypanda]

closes fridge

heard something about boneless wings. can't really do this too often though, last time I did this I lost a fridge and a kitchen wall.

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[lady-exophiliac-musings]

Monsterfucker Mansion: Intro

Note: This will be a multi-chapter work. Requests are wide open. Ask for a monster, and ye shall receive a fucking from it. ;)

This intro contains no sex, just some small worldbuilding and exploration. This story will include impregnation, and probably a lot of it, by all sorts of different exophilia crushes.

There's an old, abandoned building you know of. It's a far trip for you, but the rumors surrounding it are the most enticing things you've ever heard:

Anyone who goes in comes back out changed. In the case of all the women you've heard of, they come back out -- pregnant.

And not with human offspring.

Nervousness and disbelief had kept you away for years, constantly hedging over the validity of the claims and debating over the possible consequences of going there, yourself.

Lots of "what if" scenarios filled your daydreams and nighttime ponderings.

What if the rumors were true? What if you went there and met a vampire? What if you met a demon? What if you met an entire group of satyr brothers? What if a werewolf pack happened to visit it at the same time you did?

What if they fucked you silly and you came back home pregnant with some monster's baby?

How would you care for it? Would you care for it? Would you just go back after the birth and hand it off to the father? Would you keep it? What kind of mother would you be to a little half-demon or half-vampire or half-lycan? Was that even how it worked -- or would the baby take after its father fully?

Several years passed as you argued with yourself over this, constantly checking any reports you could find of continued activity in the abandoned mansion. Dozens of "interviews" were conducted in that time featuring people who'd claimed to have gone in, and they all had one thing in common:

Ecstasy.

They'd loved cavorting in that mansion with the creatures they'd encountered. And while there was nothing saying that they weren't just the lucky ones, that maybe hundreds had gone in and never returned at all, the very real possibility of you finding yourself at the mercy of a who-knew-what for a night and then returning home carrying its offspring was beyond tantalizing to you.

Eventually, you broke. You ventured to the mansion, opting to borrow a coworker's motorcycle for the trip to hide it easier once you got there. After all, you had no idea how long you were going to end up staying and you didn't want your vehicle to attract attention.

No, you'd much rather remain as anonymous as possible until the very end.

Giddy, you drive for well over four hours before finding the path leading into the spooky woods where the mansion waited. And, you soon discover, the path is notably worn by vehicle tread despite being a dirt road.

A lot of people had come here before you.

Even more excited, now, it's a little hard to focus as you continue down the road. By now you don't even need directions or your GPS; the road is so well-used it's obvious where you need to go.

Before long, the mansion comes into view.

And it is a mansion. The few images of the exterior you'd managed to scrounge up don't do it justice.

It's a massive building, four stories in the center and three for the two wings. The road winds left and right, giving you incomplete glimpses of it for a while, but it isn't hard to estimate that there's around fourty sets of windows on the front, implying numerous rooms on every floor.

It's definitely been damaged over the years, some windows badly boarded up and others visibly shattered. An overhang held up by columns create a wide front porch, and one of the columns has splintered and been semi-shredded in the middle. A set of stone stairs lead up to that porch, and chunks have been broken off from it.

Your heart's already pounding as you break free of the wooded area and follow the path as it curves up to the front of the building, a non-working three-tier fountain featuring a mermaid on a shell taking up a place of honor in front of it.

Giddy, you slow to a stop and remove your helmet so you can take a better look. No lights shine from within -- but, then, you'd expect that any monsters that frequent this place would probably be able to see in the dark. They wouldn't need the light.

Excitement hums in your veins. Was it twisted of you to find what comes next all the more appealing because you expect it to be scary?

Taking deep breaths to control the shaking in your core, you leave your helmet and riding jacket on the bike, stuff the keys in your pocket, and proceed up to the door.

It's ajar, you notice, as if inviting you to venture within.

You take out your phone and switch the flashlight on to illuminate the interior before you step inside, getting a lay of the land. After all, if it turns out this place was full of asbestos and tetanus, well -- that would be bad.

You want to get fucked by monsters, not diseases.

The area within is surprisingly clean, given the outward appearance. It's dusty, but more at the edges than anywhere else -- like it's been traveled quite frequently, you note. And there's a definite lack of broken or abandoned furniture as well.

Only a few pieces remain, and they're all visibly intact. A small table in the entryway with an attached mirror; a vintage sofa in a room to your left; a small dining table with a set of six chairs around it; a tall cabinet, empty within but the glass doors intact and clean of dust.

Someone had to be tending to this place, you realize, which means it definitely is occupied.

Now even more excited, you creep inside, the nervous part of you driving you to keep quiet just in case. It's stupid, maybe; you're here to get railed by the creatures that might be living here, yet your voice and actions are suppressed, caution and a constant feeling like you're being stalked forcing you to try and be stealthy.

Not even the recognition that you were definitely not ever going to be stealthy enough to avoid getting caught by monsters can halt the impulse for you to step quietly and avoid anything remotely wobbly.

Plus, you think, you are using your phone as a flashlight. If anything else is in here, it probably already knows that you are, too.

...Yet, disappointingly, nothing shows itself, not even after you've started to get a feel for the mansion's layout. It's a surprisingly intuitive design, actually. You feel like you don't get lost despite the size of it, able to follow the hallways, anticipate turns, and connect the three individual staircases you find without difficulty.

It becomes a secondary form of fascination to you. You even catch yourself testing your guesswork by finding your way back to the front door with increasingly roundabout paths and feeling impressed when you successfully locate it.

Still no monsters pop out at you, but by now you don't mind so much; you're having fun just exploring. And, at last, you decide to expand your search to the second floor, ascending the stairs.

...Every single room up here is, unequivocally, a fucking room.

The first one you find, nudging open the ajar door, takes you by surprise. It's a bedroom with a four-poster canopy, red velvet blankets, and a fur rug on the floor. A fireplace is situated against one wall with a desk and a 5-prong candelabra at another.

Oh yes, and there were leather cords with soft shackles affixed to each of the bed's posters.

A little stunned at the discovery, you move on to another room.

This one had a single mattress on the floor with a trio of pillows at the head and torn, bloody sheets tossed over it. Strangely, there was also a mini fridge in the corner, which -- when you checked it out of sheer curiosity -- was actively running and was full of various kinds of alcohol -- and ice cream.

A third room was dressed up nicely in pastel pinks and lace, including a vanity of pure white with gold trim, a mirror with lipstick kisses on it, and a large wardrobe across from the king-size, comfy-looking bed.

The next was a mixture of black and dark violet, everything styled in a leather-and-chains goth aesthetic, the window covered in heavy black drapes.

It went on and on. One room didn't have a bed, but rather a pile of soft fur blankets and throw pillows in front of a fireplace. Another was pristine and perfect, everything in white, black or grey and cut in sharp angles. The next was in rich blues and greens, a string of pearls embedded in the walls up at ceiling-level, the room itself notably colder than the others. Yet another was more rugged and worn-down, the floor scuffed, the walls scratched, everything in shades of brown, red and orange -- earthy, beastly, rough.

Things definitely were living here, you conclude, and there were a lot of them -- with vastly different styles and personalities.

Now if only you could figure out where the fuck they were hiding.

[khapikat222]

Introspective Ultron Series: Dreams

Sister Piece to Lucifer of Liège and Frosty View and part of my ongoing attempts to reign in my sanity while unable to work or feel 100% with Covid. And partial writing warm up/exersice if I'm being honest.

Warnings include: Heavy petting, Kissing, Fluff, mentions of Somnophilia and lacking consent but not actually done, no noncon or dubcon it's just mentioned. Relationship: Ultron/GN!Reader

Sleep doesn’t come naturally to technological beings.

The closest approximation Ultron gets is a defrag and virus scan. Background systems that sometimes require shutdown. Even with alternative platforms to inhabit, he cannot really separate his own mind from these required updates. A sensation that leaves him blacking out for seconds, minutes, or even hours on end. What would it be like? He muses, to let his subconscious control his visual input and create random and wild stories. Novels based on collected information and slapped together in a half-assed effort of a drunken author?

He feels you shift beneath his grasp. Red eye’s softly glowing in the night as he assesses for threats first. Clock roughly reading 2:30 in the morning. Confirming no hostiles, his attention shifts to you. Your body is still in a state of unconsciousness. Everything appears normal.

“mmrmn.” Your drowsy voice moans. Curling closer to his frame beneath the blankets. Backing yourself further in his embrace.

He watches you settle again. The infrared scan showing an interesting glow of directives for your blood. More towards your brain and core. Your eyes are fluttering rapidly beneath thin lids. Notating your REM cycle has started.

“Mmm.” You’re moaning now. Small shifts of your body are pointed. Ineffectually grinding your rear against his pelvis where you slotted yourself against him.

At least he doesn’t have to wonder what you’re dreaming about.

“Sssshhhhh, sweetheart.” He croons into the night. Fascinated when your body responds to the audio stimuli. His hands shift from curling around you to idly tracing your side. Over your rib cage, the valley left by shifted organs in the stomach, and up again over the hip.

“Mrrtrrn.” You mumble. Still sleeping, your breathing picks up slightly. Your hand grips his arm -tucked beneath a pillow and our own head- and he feels the suckling and nibbling on his index and middle digits. Your hip gyrates in familiar motions.

“Sweetheart~” He whispers. Keeping his hands and reactions PG. Since you haven’t had that discussion on somnophilia and similar kinks with him yet. Holding your hip still and pulling his hand away from your lips. Despite his desire to go further. “If you want me to fuck you, you have to wake up.”

“Ultremmm!” You whine. The strength of your subconscious desires are strong. But your efforts are not. Weakly pulling for pleasure, despite his denial. But you are growing louder. There’s a kick to his shin.

“Wake up darling.” He calls to you again. Your heart rate has picked up. Whatever grip the parasympathetic nervous system had on you is weakening. in a moment of weakness he kisses your exposed shoulder.

“Ultron?” Your voice whispers with a croak. Eyes blinking up at him blearily. Cranky but aware.

“Finally.”

His hand moves from your hip to your face, gripping your chin and twisting your head gently for a kiss. Your surprise squeal turns to deep moans. Your free hand reaching up to mirror his grasp. Albeit with less control or affect. He feels your body twist and turn over. Your leg hooking loosely over his thigh, which he pulls up higher till you’re settled properly over his hip. Rubbing circles into the meat of your leg as you respond favorably to his attention.

Ultron doesn’t dream. He can’t really. But at least he can observe and reenact your dreams.

[khapikat222]

Lucifer of Liège Ultron Drabble

I have way to much time and insomnia is my bitch. I've probably written a lot of Ultron shower scenes but I don't think anyone has touched the unused molten shower commercial for fanfic fodder. So here you go!

Warnings: Implied shower scene but nothing smutty occurs. Teasing. IDK my brain ain't up to snuff for tagging. No beta/spell check we die like no0bs. Fandom: Avengers: Age of Ultron Characters: Ultron, You/Reader

Vibranium was a rare mineral. Created beyond the known system and crashing onto earth in a 1 in a septillion chance. Wakanda’s sole export and economic stability relied upon it. Much like his own body did. Unfortunately for Stark Industries the amount of vibranium they had was severely limited and use was restricted to the internal circuity that often overheated. Fortunately for him the black market held more than enough for his needs. For the time being.

His body was entirely iron in framing. But like water enriched with minerals dripping down from the darkest cave ceilings, so too did he gain structure from the thin lining of Vibranium over iron. The atoms binding so tightly together it formed something so strong barely any energy style blasts or piercing blows could touch him. But as with all things in life: it must be maintained.

The foundry above him burned red hot, the grate and empty crucible below ready to catch every scrap that did not adhere to his frame. To be melted and cleaned of impurities for the next -for lack of a better term- shower.  His preferred frames get a coating once a month. The tanks every 6. He doesn’t bother coating the drones in vibranium, drawing inspiration from America’s tank manufacturing strategies in WW2. The combination of overwhelming numbers with durable skill worked to his favor.

With a flicker of acknowledgement, he turned the upper crucible on, letting it pour it’s liquid vibranium down by gravity’s pull. Over the grate, and into the empty bowl below.

Reaching out his had Ultron registered the molting heat register on his sensors. Well above safe levels for any mortal organic being. The pressure of the viscous metal was there, but flowed like water over his frame, wires, and narrow circuitry. With the way his frame was designed, the liquid vibranium would cover all external framing as well as most internal systems. The more malleable nature of coated vibranium ensuring his pumps functionality was uninhibited.

He stepped further into the narrow stream. The warmth and pressure crawling further up his arm. Running over seams and cords of metal in sinuous vision. He switched arms. Letting the same even coverage of Vibranium occur before moving on. Pivoting and holding out his left leg, then his right. With each limb he did a dual short coat. Extremities after all were far more susceptible to damages and injuries if not looked after.

Stepping back, he let the new coating on his limbs cool to a dull red. Before shutting his eyes and stepping under the stream. Groaning as the heat and weight of falling liquid metal caressed every sensor and seam. Twisting and stretching his body to ensure an even coating all around. Feeling the plates and gears shifting with each motion. Lost in the sensation of it all until the shower ran out of melted vibranium.

When his sub-systems registered the safe temperature, he opened his eyes to the world. Born again after trial by fire. You stood at the edge of the safe zone, with that adorable flush of heat to your body, and biting your bottom lip. He had once compared himself to the sculpture David by Michelangelo, you however pointed out the far more accurate Lucifer of Liège by Guillaume Geefs. Sin made metal, tempting all who looked to him.

“Enjoy the show?” He couldn’t help but tease.

“Very.”

ALTERNATE ENDING:

"Enjoy the show?"

"It would have been better if i could join you in the forbidden stim."

His laughter was clear, loud, and heavenly. Rare among those he didn't trust. Humans and their curiosity was never satisfied, a quality he adored in you. Even if it was dangerous. As the Vibranium started to cool he tilted his head towards the adjacent living quarters.

"I have to oil quench myself before you can join me anywhere. But I would not mind at all if you went on ahead."

You nodded, quickly scuttling off as he called out: "Make sure to wear the red babydoll set or nothing at all!"

Laughing harder when you flipped him off.

[jihyocentric]

I've been thinking abt this for awhile; remember when jihyo asked nayeon for teach her how to take selfies and she would leave comments abt tips to make her pics look better on ig? imagine if jihyo was trying to flirt with her the whole time. even after she increased the suggestiveness of her selfies each time, nayeon was too oblivious to realize it (and far too in denial) until one day when nayeon was chilling in the living room, either one of jeongmosa peeked over her shoulder and had the shock of their life after seeing the photos of jihyo just sent to nayeon and how could they sext so openly which forced nayeon to confront the facts and her feelings

(they aren't famous here)

-

nayeon had grown used to receiving jihyo's pictures on a daily basis. it became customary by now, for her to unlock her phone and find a selfie, mostly mirror selfies, of jihyo, attached to a good morning text and sometimes a 'do i look good, unnie?' that nayeon couldn't get tired of.

some of the pictures, however, nayeon had to suggest that jihyo didn't post, if she intended to. as jihyo was the most responsible out of her friend group, nayeon should've known jihyo was quite aware of what she could and couldn't post on social media, but perhaps nayeon just didn't want to accept the fact that those pictures were meant to be only seen by her, and nobody else.

"why are you staring at your phone for so long?" sana came behind nayeon, holding a bowl of popcorn. she almost let it fall once she peeked over nayeon's shoulder, getting a glimpse of what she thought was a nude pic of jihyo. "oh my..."

"hey!" nayeon quickly locked her phone, her heart beating fast, cheeks warming up. "don't sneak!"

sana bursted out laughing, making her way around the couch to sit next to nayeon. "why do you even have that?"

"what did you see?" nayeon squints, holding her phone tightly.

"that was jihyo, wasn't it?" sana teases. "didn't know she was into sexting."

nayeon gasps. "we weren't- she's just asking me if the pic looks alright, it's all!"

"you don't have to explain, unnie. i always knew you liked each other, it's about time..." sana says mindlessly, grabbing the remote to change the channel.

"i'm not lying!" nayeon huffs out. "i've been giving her tips to make her photos look better, that's all. sometimes she sends me some stuff..." nayeon crosses her arms, trying to hide her flushed face. "i bet she's just going to send those to somebody else and wants my approval."

sana takes some time to answer. deep down she wants to throw that bow of popcorn over nayeon. sana believes wholeheartedly that there can't be anybody dumber than the woman sitting next to her, and she almost tells that to nayeon, but giving how lost nayeon looked, sana holds it back.

"ask her if she's going to send these to someone else." sana suggests. nayeon holds her phone, thinking about really doing what sana told her. "by the way, she might block you if you do that. jihyo doesn't have that much patience..."

nayeon whines loudly. "i don't understand what you're trying to say."

"unnie, jihyo is clearly hitting on you," sana sighs. "she has been. for ages."

nayeon shakes her head. "that's not true, she..."

"she just sent you a pic in lingerie, is that right? she wouldn't send me something like that. unfortunately, but that's besides the point." sana places the bowl of popcorn on the centerpiece, then grips nayeon's shoulders. "the point is that jihyo likes you. a lot. and i swear that if you don't get up right now, go to her place, confess and give me nephews, i'll go there in your behalf and ask her to be my girlfriend."

nayeon gets up almost instantly, despite no sure of what to do next. she just didn't want sana to steal jihyo, and she was convinced sana wouldn't lie about that. before leaving, nayeon has a couple mental breakdowns, her hands start to sweat and she can't quite fathom the thought of jihyo liking her, but her feet guide her to where she's standing right now, the door of jihyo's house, which wasn't that far away from hers.

jihyo opens the door without nayeon even ringing the bell. she just notices through the glass that someone is standing there, and she has to go check out who it is. "oh, hi unnie! what are you doing h-"

"i like you!" nayeon says, blatantly so, and it's not really what she had thought about saying but it comes out faster than she can rephrase it. "sana t-told me to come here and tell you."

jihyo can't help but smile. "oh, did she?"

nayeon nods. she waits, hoping jihyo would say anything to fill the silence and make her hands stop sweating, but jihyo just stands there, looking at her with her arms crossed and a pretty smile on her face.

"aren't you going to... you know," nayeon rubs her hands on her jeans, trying to get them drier. "say it back?"

jihyo brings a finger to her chin, as if she's thinking about it. "should i? you took way too long, unnie."

nayeon then decides to skip a few steps and walks forward, getting inside jihyo's house and closing the door behind them. it doesn't take too long until jihyo finds herself between a wall and nayeon's body. nayeon inches her face closer, but before their lips meet, jihyo holds her face. she was not entirely stopping her, just trying to get nayeon's attention.

"i like you too, unnie." jihyo whispers, as if it's their secret, although everybody around them knew it sooner than the one she was confessing to.

nayeon's heart beats faster inside her chest, even more so when her lips touches jihyo's. they feel soft, welcoming and tastes as sweet as nayeon had thought. soon, all nayeon knows is jihyo. she takes in her scent, tastes her mouth and her arms surround the younger tightly for so long that nayeon almost forgets she still has to breathe. none of them want to, but eventually they have to end their kiss, their cheeks flushed and breathing uneven.

"by the way, those photos..." nayeon starts.

jihyo laughs, mischievously. "did you like them?"

"are you still wearing that under your clothes?" nayeon asks, in a spike of confidence.

jihyo's fingertips touch nayeon's shoulders, tracing them mindlessly. "wanna find out?"

[jihyocentric]

vampire! nayeon and vampire hunter! jihyo. at first, they definitely hate each other but after ended up on the same bed more than one time, jihyo started to forget what her job is while nayeon started to fall in love with jihyo...

happy holiday, lumi!

happy holidays for you too anonie! i didn't know exactly what to write here but i hope you like it still 🤍

-

"lovely to see you, park."

jihyo was on alert but didn't flinch at the feeling of nayeon's cold hands touching her shoulders. jihyo was wearing a warm coat, but she could remember how nayeon's hands felt over her skin. the reminiscences of those nights where she surrendered and gave herself for nayeon were still fresh in her mind.

"you're not trying to kill me again, are you?" nayeon coos, reaching closer to jihyo's back. she pulls the younger to meet her front and kisses her neck, unbothered by the dagger in jihyo's hand, knowing that her human, jihyo, wasn't a threat. at least for now. "i've already warned you not to wander in these woods. i'm not always here to protect you, you know?"

"i don't need you to protect me." jihyo replies, holding her breath at the feeling of nayeon's sharp teeth against her bare neck. the sly vampire was clearly smiling.

jihyo had been on a mission. she was sent there by in order to kill those like nayeon. but it seems that after their first encounter, she couldn't find any other vampires. it was only nayeon, every single time. and, much to jihyo's frustration, she could never kill her. she tried to, countless times, until eventually she gave away and nayeon managed to make her fall into her charms.

it was truly disappointing. that was jihyo's job, she did it for her beliefs, but even when nayeon was vulnerable and she had the golden chance to sink a knife in the vampire's heart, jihyo wouldn't. unfortunately, she no longer saw nayeon as the creature she was supposed to be hunting.

"why are you here?" nayeon asks, letting go of jihyo. she walks slowly, stopping when she faces jihyo. "missed me?"

nayeon may be against jihyo's nature, but she liked jihyo. even if jihyo has killed some of her kind, nayeon couldn't hate her, really. in all of the decades that she has been alive, nayeon has only ever killed one of jihyo's kind. it was right after she got turned into a vampire and she was thirsty. it wasn't her fault really, she couldn't control it. but not every vampire was like her, so jihyo wasn't unreasonable to think the opposite.

jihyo places the dagger back in her belt. "i did."

nayeon smiles, holding jihyo's waist tightly in her hands. "my place or yours?"

the answer was always nayeon's place. jihyo couldn't risk people noticing she had a vampire with her, not when she was born and raised in a hunter community. she would get herself in real trouble if anyone found out about her escapades with nayeon, the leader of the local vampire clan. her parents would be disappointed and the people she worked for would be angry. knowing that always made jihyo feel guilty after being with nayeon.

but she couldn't have enough. not when nayeon introduced her to the pleasures of sex and taught her a new feeling that jihyo couldn't quite put a name on yet, but it was something dangerously close to what she perceived as love.

nayeon's place became their nest for when they needed somewhere to be themselves together. jihyo guessed that the house was too big for only one person to live in but she never questioned, not wanting to know any information that she could use against nayeon if anything happened. she'd rather not ask and only focus on nayeon. nayeon and her hands all over her body.

"i have to go back." jihyo breaks away from nayeon's kiss. she was fully bare just like nayeon, straddling the vampire after hours of pure sin. apparently, nayeon never got tired. jihyo's human body tried to keep up but it was no good, they always ended up still awake in the morning.

"or you could just stay with me." nayeon offers, and jihyo isn't sure of how many time she has heard this, but it was certainly a lot of them. "forever."

the kisses on jihyo's neck were the hunter's weak spot, and she liked it especially when she felt nayeon's fangs close to ripping her skin apart. it was risky, felt dangerous and nothing could top the sensation of being nayeon's prey.

"nayeon." jihyo calls, trying to push nayeon away by the shoulders. "we've talked about this already. take me back."

jihyo couldn't give what nayeon wanted. despite knowing jihyo wouldn't give her humanity away that easily, nayeon was still disappointed.

"you smell amazing." nayeon ignores jihyo's request for a brief moment. "i wonder how it would be to sink my fangs in you and get a little taste..."

jihyo manages to push nayeon away, gritting her teeth. "keep doing that and the next time i see you i'll-"

"was just kidding, relax cutie." nayeon laughs. "get dressed and i'll take you back."

nayeon sighs when jihyo gets up and searches for her clothes. it was a common thing to see by now. every chance they got to be together, nayeon made sure to give her human a sweet night to remember and then take her back to their meeting spot in the woods. the vampire was a bit disappointed that her favorite human already had to go — she only got to see jihyo two times a week at max, that wasn't enough, but she was more than eager for their next encounter.

at least her room would still smell like jihyo for a good while, and nayeon would gladly ignore every question that her friends might do when they get a hint of human scent.

[d-istyx]

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