#slight spice

[prismaticfangz]

Chancing some slightly spicy arts on main, because i tend to avoid it out of anxiety..

(and general aroace awkwardness loll) but fuck it! I gotta learn to live my life outside of constant fear sooooo this is ma first step!

Ignore me and my little anxious ramble lol

Came up with this lil scenario but not sure what to do with it so meh 🤷‍♂️

[ririsaheart]

Middle Of The Night.⭒

Synopsis - After an agreement with your vampire friend was made, you became his personal blood bag. He's decided to go without human blood for weeks for your sake, ultimately losing his senses when the taste for blood, your blood, got stronger.

Pairing - Park Sunghoon | Sunghoon x reader

Genre - Vampire au, friends to lovers, dark romance

Warnings - Blood, suggestive/slight spice (??), Hoon is THIRSTY.

Sunghoon hasn't been drinking blood for weeks, and he's starting to lose himself to the cravings, to the want of piercing his teeth into human skin, listening to that satisfying sound of it puncturing through. The agreement made years ago was between you two, you promised that he wouldn't go without blood again, and he promised that he wouldn't ever take too much from you. It was just a harmless contract made by you when he admitted to being a vampire, but that all went south. He was close to harming you one day by taking too much blood in one go, and he's made the decision to stay off of it, your blood, until then. He had to control himself for your sake because now your blood was the only thing he wanted, it was a dangerous target. Everyday he could imagine your heartbeat, the heavy breathing, your limbs getting a little weak and he instantly pulled away, eyes widening in worry as he watched your body fall into his arms, heart aching with hurt.

He took great care of you that day. Making you eat the right nutritious foods, drinking enough water, making sure you had weighted blankets to keep your body warm. He deeply regretted ever following through with your stupid plan. He should've just kept getting his blood bags from the donor in the alleyway. Albeit reluctant everytime he went out, he survived nonetheless. Your blood was a sacred thing, and Sunghoon didn't dare to ever lay his fangs on you again.

He made a lasting promise to himself that he wouldn't even touch human blood again, even if he so desperately wanted it and you tried to convince him, seeing him come home to you looking malnourished as if a vampire could even look more malnourished than they already are. Human blood to a vampire was like every single necessity that a human needs. Sleep, food, happiness, love—it provided everything for them. He got more cranky, fatigued, thirsty. Sometimes it would scare you, but the connection you had you just knew he wouldn't do anything grave. But he was struggling and a stubborn one, denying offers all day every day, going out at night for walks to "clear his head." You severely doubted that matter. That was only when his instincts acted up around you and he would hurriedly escape through the door.

You started to get tired of it. Just because of one event that was bound to happen at some point doesn't mean he could just deny his very being what he needs. He needs it to survive like every living thing on this planet. You wanted to confront the situation soon, if he would just let you stop him in his tracks and get him to sit down to talk. Sunghoon distanced himself regardless, finding every single excuse to get away from you. You weren't having it, and decided to follow him out one night. It was cold, dark, and the moon was tinted with an awfully dark red. It made a chilling tingle go down your spine.

Having no idea where he was headed or what you could possibly get yourself into was daunting, but it was for him. You had to. Plus, your curiosity was too large now to just leave him be all the time. His figure disappeared into an abandoned house, your head peeking around the corner in the alleyway. Should you go investigate? Honestly, inside there with him was safer than whatever was walking the streets late at night on the outside. You carefully made your way into the house, grabbing out your phone and turning the flashlight on, illuminating the floor. It looked... pretty well-kept, as if he was staying here to live. He had a whole home with you, so it left you feeling a little salty towards the fact that he felt the need to stay here to fight off whatever he was going through. Pointing your flashlight in different directions, you couldn't see him anymore, and that's when fear began to settle in your body. "Sunghoon?... I know you're in here, I just saw you." You emphasized, trying to manipulate yourself into thinking nothing was wrong. Well, if vampires existed and your friend was one of them, what other non-human beings could be here, thriving?

A thud. Turning around startled you pointed the flashlight to the entrance, the door left slightly ajar by you. Nothing. When you turnt around, you saw Sunghoon, but you were sure he didn't know it was you just yet. His arm landed on your throat, pushing you to the door, slamming it shut with your body. Gasping, you reassuringly told him it was you. "Wait—it's me, it's me!" His eyes softened upon hearing your voice, reluctantly tearing his arm away from you and pulling back worriedly, but then anger took over. "You followed me? I thought I told you I was just going for a walk." He spoke exasperatedly, turning around and walking off to the kitchen, leaning over the sink.

"I don't believe that. We both don't believe that." You added, carefully walking over to him. Despite him being your friend, he was still potentially dangerous. Your eyes flicked downward to his retracted nails, looking like he was fighting for his life. You placed a hand on his shoulder, his breathing ragged and eyes shut tightly. "Hoon? I want you to take my blood. It's okay." You spoke softly, but it wasn't doing anything to help him. He shook his head frantically, his voice trembling and low. "Don't call me that. You need to get away." The warm hand on his cold shoulder made his head throb with want, listening to your heartbeat so close to him, the blood rushing through your veins in tune with your breathing. God, he needed his teeth in your skin so bad. "Please, Sunghoon. If not that then I can just nick myself and then you can—" he cut your words off by grabbing your wrist, fingers tracing your veins as he looked over at you, nodding his head hesitantly. Without absolute warning, he had your back pressed against the counter and his lips landed on the side of your throat, prepping your skin up.

His hands took ahold of yours, fingers intertwining and squeezing your hands when his teeth punctured the two layers of your skin, a groan of relief escaping his mouth as he sucked, your warm blood flowing down his throat and easing his taut muscles. A good amount of time passed by with his teeth still latched onto you, your eyes fluttering at the sensation, growing to be uncomfortable. "H-Hoon, are you good now?.." He didn't reply yet, licking over the flesh wound and causing a shiver to go down your spine, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. "Sunghoon—wait." His movements faltered, hands releasing the amount of pressure on yours, his head lifting up and looking at you shamefully. "You just... smell so good, and I—I don't wanna stop." He murmured, eyes narrowing as they traced down your skin, thumbs caressing the veins on your wrist feverishly. You could see him licking his fangs in hunger, butterflies swarming about in your stomach at the sight. "Please, y/n. I only want yours." Seeing him vulnerable and open with you, it made your heart ache with guilt. You couldn't just deny him.

"Alright. On one agreement. If I say stop, stop. Okay?"

"Of course."

This was the payment of being his personal blood bag, and now you couldn't recall how many times his teeth went down into your skin, hands roaming as if the blood would escape your body if you weren't close to him. Something about him now as different, the way he breathed, touched, and his demeanor wasn't the same gentle man you knew. Of course, he was a vampire. It would get uncomfortable somewhat, quickly shifting into a different feeling, a feeling that left you conflicted with this whole agreement you made with him. It's not like you cared, but you were unsure as to why his lips were moving across your skin, crossing the lines between friends and morphing it into something else. It was difficult to differentiate his vampire thirst and maybe genuine feelings expressing themselves. "Okay, s-stop.." his lips retracted immediately, swollen and tinted with your blood. You felt exhausted, losing that much blood simply wasn't for the weak. Your limbs trembled slightly and he took ahold of your arms, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, mumbling sorrowful apologies into your ear.

"It's okay, hoon. You needed it." He shook his head, and you could feel him smirk at your statement, lips grazing your neck again, his mouth threatening to open, but didn't. "I don't need it, I need you. I've been without you for so long." It was like the agreement you made connected a bond that couldn't be severed, or broken. Sunghoon felt the need to be with you in every way, holding you close, keeping you under his wing. He could hear every beat of your heart, the way it sped up with his words and touch. He knew he was walking on a very fine line, and he so dearly cherished your friendship, but he wanted something deeper now. "Y/n, please, let me..." his words trailed off, stopping himself from speaking as he controlled his desires, the desire to feed off of you more. He pulled away from your neck, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering open to look at you. Fuck, that look. You placed your hands against his chest, letting them trail up and hook around his neck.

"Okay.. I'll let you. But Park Sunghoon, this means alot, you hear?" He smiled ear to ear, letting his hands rest on your waist, nodding his head in understanding, his eyes glancing down at your throat.

"Got it."

[the-tomb-of-fanfiction]

Thoughts on pre everything FTM dispatcher reader with severe anxiety and Waterboy having mutual meltdown sessions in the janitor's closet together?

Both of them are talking through their feelings of not being good enough (the reader as not passing enough, Herman as not being a good enough superhero) and just letting each other sob without judgment and give mutual support

Them practicing self-regulation skills together, sharing self-soothing things to better help each other's anxiety, hyping each other up, and then when the emotions subside and that soft empty feeling of relief is left behind in their ribcage they make out freak gay style

Nothing hotter than being totally understood and being given unconditional emotional support, and kissing reader is the only time Herman doesn't stutter and wgsgmdmhkgzjtsskjaxaq

Your writing is great btw

Mutual Understanding(Waterboy (Herman) x FTM Dispatcher!Reader)🫂🔥

Herman truly thought nobody could understand him and his experiences. How he felt often alienated him from other people. Until he met you.

An: (Thank you for the request! This concept is great and I was waiting to get a Waterboy request. I love this sopping wet dog of a man. Let me know if you want this to be a 2-part (aka if you want smut after this slightly spicy drabble) Enjoy!) TW: Angst to Fluff to Slight Spice, gender dysphoria, making out, no smut, cliffhanger 3.9K Words, not proofread MINORS DNI, TERFS DNI

On awful days, Herman would sit in the janitors closet for hours. Even when all the lights went out, he would stay in his bucket, sulking. You noticed him sometimes but didn't say anything. How would you? You were just as nervous as he was. It only made it worse that he took your favorite crying spot, where you would contemplate existence after hours. It also didn't help that you had a slight workplace crush on him. This reached a peak when you were getting ready to leave, feeling particularly wound up after being misgendered by some of your coworkers a few times.

Walking by the closet, you could hear the faint sound of moving water and could practically feel the despair from the inside. Something inside you cracked. The door creaks open and Herman's head swivels to see who has caught him in such a state. He says nothing as you both stare at each other. Thoroughly regretting this as a pit forms in your stomach but not wanting to leave the poor guy alone, you speak first. "Is it okay if I sit in here with you?" Your voice cracks as you ask the question, ouch, way to embarrass yourself more. What were you doing?

"I-I suppose- guess. Sure." He answers you before you have time to spiral, tripping over his words as usual. You sit down parallel to him, knees drawn up towards your chest like how his are due to the bucket he has himself sat in. It's awkward for a moment until you decide to talk again. "You okay?" Herman thinks for a moment, blinking at you like it wasn't something he heard a lot and it probably wasn't. "I- Yes. No. No? I don't think so." He deflates like he said something wrong but you respond in a similar fashion. "I get that, I don't feel okay right now either. Why do you feel bad?" You question him again, slowly starting to feel worse for interrogating him. Herman doesn't seem to notice or care as he begins to vent to you.

"Well, people, they call me useless- a burden. I just- I don't know if I'm cut out to be a he-hero. Y'know? Feels like I'm.. not good enough." His voice gets a bit higher as he confesses the root of his insecurity. You note that some of the water droplets leaking down his face look different than the others. "I understand." You mutter and he looks up, "You- you do?" You wince a bit but feel like you can trust him. "Today I was.. misgendered by a few coworkers, some big heroes. I feel like it's such a dumb reason compared to yours. But I'm afraid I don't 'pass' as a guy." Herman's posture gets less guarded as he notices your watery eyes. "You're not- It's not dumb." Both of you were surprised at the shared emotion of feeling out of place.

So, it became a sanctuary for you and Herman.

Whenever you felt out of place and seperated from the world, you would meet after hours in the janitors closet. Practicing confidence exercises and how to calm your breathing. One particular late night, you were both rambling to each other about this or that. How much Herman wanted to be seen as a real hero and how much you yearned to be seen as a real man. Both supporting each other the best you could.

"You are a real hero, Herm. You'll always be one to me. You help people." He melts a bit at that, sat next to you instead of in the bucket this time. "An-And you are- have always been a man to.. me." After his final word, you two sit in silence for a bit. That nice feeling settling in the back of your ribs. You look over to him, his long, gangly, and wet figure. Herman meets your eyes, his unobstructed by his goggles as he observes you. Neither of you know exactly how it happened but a second passes and your lips are on each other. His lips are a little slippery, which is to be expected, but not uncomfortable. You kissed desperately, teeth and tongues clashing like a dance, lips only disconnecting to breathe as you felt up one another. Herman only brings you closer with a whisper, "Keep going. Please." He murmurs, without so much as a hesitation in his words.

Who were you to deny him when he asked so nicely?

Taglist: @secretlyavampire0

[lemonsshedofsins]

For @crinkly-spinkly

[searenbound]

Gossip magazines having a field day when pictures of bakugou with a neck full of hickeys start circulating and rumors start spreading.

You think it’s funny at first but then some wanna be sm model only known for being a bed hopper claims it was her doing.

Instead of doing the respectable thing and doing a interview or something to announce your relationship. You post a picture of yourself laying on top of him. Carefully posed to not show anything but make your state of undress apparent and hickeys all over the both of you and and a simple “good morning 💕” as the caption. Let the bitch lie about this now

[n30ncr1ptid]

Ghost x transwoman user

First date meeting after chatting through a dating app scenario

Word count: 1131

Pure fluff with some (very mild) spice at the end

User's chosen name is Ruby but mostly reffered as "you"

Cw: mentions of: knives, animal bones, dick pics. Slight flirting at the end. User's genitals reffered to as dick.

It all started in a sleepover with your friends, you had decided to install a dating app and have some fun looking at dudes, to be fair you might have already had a drink or two but that just added to the fun you and the gals were having. You had spent the whole evening laughing, watching musicals, eating, chaitting , having fun, you even had taught your friends to dance to barbie's queen of the wave!

And so you had all started swiping showing profiles to each other and joking around like you best did

"this one looks like he'd be in a k-drama"

"why are half of them posing with a damm fish?"

"look at the pecs on this one"

"damm~, what size bra does he wear?"

"pfff hahaha!"

You had had a great time with your gals and , for some reason, didn't immediately decide to delete the app, you weren't using it and it didn't really matter if it was there anyways.

Then one day out of boredom you had decided to try and find someone to chat with, you opened the app and after clearing your inbox of the swarm of dick picks (you shook your head, so many years of evolution and this was their idea of romance? it was so ridiculous it almost made you laugh). You scrolled for a while, you were getting tired of seeing men showing you the result of their latest fishing trip.

Then your eyes caught on a simple profile, a tall man, muscular build, long eyelashes, blonde hair, wearing a facemask with a skull design. He looked like some type of goth, not that you minded, you didn't dislike alternative styles. You read his profile, military, british, from manchester, he liked paintball, dad jokes, airsoft, knifes... he seemed slightly intimidating but more interesting than any other dude you had seen on the app before, and his profile clearly wasn't a bot..

So you decided to send him a message asking if he wanted to chat and go from there, you were a bit nervous but it there wasn't any way he was able to tell from the pictures in your profile so you tried to keep the worry to a minimum . And you were pleasantly surprised, he wasn't a bad dude, maybe a bit intimidating but apart from that he was a solid guy.

His humor was refreshing, for once you weren't getting complains about being "too sarcastic" or "too dark", in fact you found yourself enjoying this little competition of who could pull the darkest jokes or the corniest lines.

After some time you decided to set up a date, he was stationed near you for some time, finally having some time off from his missions. And so you decided to meet at your favorite cafe cause at least if thing went south you knew the owner and she wouldn't hesitate to throw Simon out no matter how big he was.

And by god did you look pretty, your hair decorated with beautiful curls and a deep raspberry colored lipstick that gave you so much euphoria, you had decided to try and wear out a dark purple dress you had been itching to wear out but hadn't in fear of being "overdressed". You took one more look at yourself in the mirror before heading out, you looked so pretty! you looked like a very beautiful woman and that made you forget your doubts even if for just a short while.

So here you were, waiting, a cold drink in your hand as you looked through your phone, your nerves had unfortunately come back since you had arrive early giving your mind enough time to go over all the ways this could go south. You hadn't told him yet.. you still weren't confident enough to say it so soon, but why should you have to? it's not like you were forcing him to sleep with a "man", scratch that, you weren't a man, it was easy to belive in this dress.

Suddenly you got snapped out of your thoughts by a deep voice with a manchester accent.

"Sorry? I'm looking for someone.. are you Ruby?"

You nodded and placed your phone on the table looking up, he was handsome, but not to an extent that seemed artificial, if all he looked just slightly awkward , probably out of his element.

"Yeah, it's me, you're Simon, right?" He nodded sitting down opposite you, you could see some tension in his frame.

"Not used to going on dates?" You asked, he responded fairly quickly

"Not when 'm riskin' my life every bloody week, missions don't leave much time for romancing with chicks. I'm also not the type, prefer ta be alone to be honest"

"Yeah, i get that, going out can be really stressful"

You found yourself oddly comfortable as you chatted with simon, he showed you photos of part of his knife collection, you in turn showed him some of the animal bones you had collected, it was nice to chat about your interests without feeling like you were being judged for being gross.

After what must have been an hour but felt like a few minutes of chatting you found yourself laughing at his jokes, his deep voice was quite attractive. Then he crossed his arms over his chest as he laughed, and by god was the sight hot, especially since it accentuated his large pecs (no wonder why you were into guys with bigger tits than you).

You couldn't help but get a bit red at the sight trying to play it cool, but it was very apparent by the bulge in your dress that your dick didn't get the memo, you were thankful for your bag covering your lap but your expression must have changed enough for simon to notice

"all good luv? Ya look pretty bloody tense"

"wha-yeah yeah - you responded quickly, maybe a bit too quickly - i'm just fine"

"you sure 'bout that?"

You suddenly felt as his leg brushed against the tent in your dress, he was clearly just adjusting his leg, it was a purely innocent movement. Now you wanted the earth to swallow you, you were definitely red now, you were speechless, not knowing what to say or how he would react, still you tried to find in your brain something to say.

"i- sorry i didn't tell you- i should have warned you i-"

And then you were cut off by simon letting out a soft scoff.

"sorry? 'bout what? you ain't done nothin' wrong sweet'art. You're a woman, full stop, it doesn't matta' what's under your dress, besides it's not like i mind what a pretty lass like you's got, 'm not picky"

Maybe things weren't as bad as you had thought.

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That's all for now, might do a part two if this is well recived enough

[thecursedcake]

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[rowscara]

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