reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works
im back to request another hyper fixation of mine and since you said about writing longer fics maybe you could write an arranged marriage with a minotaur where reader hates him but he's secretly been in love woth her forever. a bit of angst slow burn smut that you probably'll write super well
-🫒
the bride and the beast
minatour x female reader nsfw
You hate the arrangement. Truly.
Nor did you cry at the ceremony.
Instead, you simply stood still, wrapped in ceremonial silks that clung to your body like heat and shame. Gold chains hung from your wrists. The veil shadowed your eyes. And before you, towering and silent, was your husband.
Tauren.
He was enormous.
Not just tall, not simply broad—colossal. Built like stone, like stormclouds, like something that did not belong in a room full of humans with thin wrists and slick words. His horns curved like scythes, spiraling back behind thick black hair. His eyes were dark. His chest rose and fell slowly, each breath carefully held and measured. The face of a hideous beast. A monster. Which is who you were given to.
He didn’t reach for your hand.
You were grateful.
The priests spoke. The oaths were made in old tongues, bone runes and blood-ink pressed into skin and parchment. You never looked at him. Not once.
Your father beamed. Your mother trembled. And the minotaur court silent and clad in obsidian robes—nodded in grim approval.
The deal was done.
Your kingdom would have protection. Their lands would have alliance. And you… you would have a husband carved from war.
The first words you ever said to him were behind closed doors.
After the feast. After the dancers and the endless stares and the whispered questions.
‘Is she afraid? Will she scream when he touches her?’
You didn’t scream.
But you did say “I don’t want this.”
Tauren didn’t turn to you. He was by the window of your new chambers, broad back blocking the torchlight, staring out over the forest like it had something better to say than you.
You crossed your arms. “Did you hear me?”
He nodded once, barely. And when he spoke, he spoke softly—deep voice like distant thunder.
“I know.”
His silence felt saddening. His tone somber.
“I didn’t want it either. Not like this.”
That stung, somehow. As if rejection was allowed only in your throat, not his.
You turned away. “We don’t have to pretend, then.”
He looked at you. You felt it before you saw it—his gaze, heavy and warm, settling on you like a cloak.
“I won’t touch you,” he said.
You flinched.
He caught it, and his voice softened. “Not unless you ask me to.”
Your breath felt tight. “You think I ever will?”
There was a long heavy pause. It felt painful.
“…I hope so.”
He slept on the floor.
The first night, he dragged a blanket and fur pelt to the farthest corner of the chamber. You watched him curl there, careful and still, like he was afraid of making noise.
When he finally dozed off, you stood over him just to look.
Tauren didn’t snore. Nor did he thrash.
He simply rested.
One arm curled under his head. Muscles loose. Brow relaxed. So quiet it made your chest ache with how much it felt like control.
Days passed.
He never raised his voice. Never told you what to do. He left offerings in silence, fire-warmed milk, fresh bread, a single hairbrush carved of bonewood left on your vanity.
You ignored them.
But you ate the bread. And yet, you used the brush.
It meant nothing.
One week after the wedding, he bled. You found him just before dawn, outside in the snow-dusted courtyard, shirtless, red staining his side. Training weapon in one hand, steam rising off his skin.
He was alone. Actually, he was always alone when you saw him.
“What happened?” you asked, before you could stop yourself.
He turned, startled. Then quickly straightened. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, you’re bleeding.”
He looked at you—eyes softening like melting iron. “It will heal by night.”
“You should rest.”
“I don’t need to.”
His voice was steady and polite but underneath it, you heard something else. Gratitude seeking its way through his throat.
As if you’d given him something precious by caring. As if your words were a gift. You hated it. You hated that he could look at you like that—so quiet, so full of something you couldn’t name.
Loving. Perhaps.
You turned on your heel. “Do what you want.”
But that night, when you crept out for water, you found him asleep against the hearth, wound clean and bandaged—and your blanket folded neatly over his body.
He hasn’t touched you.
Not your hand. Not your waist. Not even your shoulder.
He moves carefully, always giving space. But you feel it—the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not watching.
Not lust. Not hunger.
Devotion.
And it terrifies you more than if he’d wanted to break you open and breed you like a beast. Because devotion is harder to destroy.
Because love—real, aching, unspoken love—is worse than anything you imagined. Because it means you might break yourself open, too.
You lasted two weeks without snapping.
Two weeks of silence. Two weeks of watching Tauren move like a shadow—never in your way, never too close, never doing anything except exactly what was expected of him. You thought it would make things easier. That distance would settle into indifference. That you’d forget he was even there.
But instead, it made him unavoidable.
He was in every room. Quiet as a ghost, solid as a mountain. When you woke, he was already up, seated by the window sharpening a blade or reading something far too delicate for hands that large. When you walked the halls, you heard the soft thud of his hooves behind you, never too near, but always just close enough to remind you that you were not alone.
That you were his wife.
The reminder grated. You hadn’t chosen this. You hadn’t agreed to become someone’s offering, someone’s pet alliance. And yet, he acted as if it were his burden, not yours. As if he’d wronged you.
That morning, you woke colder than usual. The fire had died sometime in the night, and Tauren was nowhere in sight. You wrapped your shawl tighter and found him outside, splitting wood in the snow, bare-chested and sweating despite the frost. He didn’t hear you approach, didn’t flinch when you finally hissed, “You could have relit the fire.”
He paused mid-swing. “You were warm when I left. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You’re not my servant.”
“I know.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
He turned to you, slow and steady, the axe still in his grip. Snow clung to his fur. A cut lined his shoulder, shallow and red, where the axe must’ve bit too deep earlier. His eyes—deep brown, almost black—met yours without flinching.
“I’m not trying to serve you,” he said, voice low. “I’m trying to keep from hurting you.”
You scoffed. “Hurting me? You haven’t even touched me.”
A long pause. His jaw shifted, teeth grinding slightly.
“You think that’s not hard?” he asked, and something shifted in the air between you. “You think I don’t want to? That I don’t you to love—” He cut himself off.
The axe hit the block with a sharp thunk.
“You hate me. I know that. You don’t want me. That’s fine. But don’t talk like I’ve got nothing boiling under my skin every time you walk past me smelling like spring. Like something sweet I’ll never be allowed to taste.”
Your breath caught. He never spoke like this. Never raised his voice, never used words like that. The silence stretched long between you before you turned and walked away, heart thudding louder than your footsteps.
You didn’t speak again for two days.
The silence festered. You thought about what he said. About the heat in his voice, the sharp edge of his restraint. You’d never noticed before—how tense his shoulders were, how tightly his hands always curled into fists when you were near.
It hadn’t occurred to you that his quiet was a choice. That stillness could be effort. That love, unspoken, might be pain.
When you finally found your voice again, it came with guilt you didn’t know how to name.
You entered the sitting room after dinner, intending to fetch a book, but froze when you saw him curled in front of the fire, a small wooden carving in his hands.
A rabbit. Clumsy, but soft. Your favorite animal.
“You made that?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
He startled, then nodded, keeping his eyes low. “I can burn it if you hate it.”
“I don’t,” you said, too fast.
His eyes lifted, slow. Careful. He looked at you like you were sunrise after a decade of rain. “I just wanted to make something you’d want to keep.”
You stepped closer, unsure why. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know.”
He didn’t offer it to you, not yet. Just held it there in his palm like it wasn’t finished. Like you were the one who had to choose.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, and sat across from him.
You didn’t say more. He didn’t press. But the air shifted again.
Not warm. Not yet. But less cold.
That night, you watched him sleep again—still curled on the floor, still using that same old blanket, one hand curled under his cheek like a child.
You sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, holding the rabbit carving in your hand.
You didn’t hate him. You hated what he represented.
But he’d never asked for you to love him.
He’d just hoped.
And that made everything harder.
The storm rolled in before sunset.
You watched it from the high window, arms wrapped around yourself, shawl draped across your shoulders like a second skin. Cold seeped in through the stone walls, but you didn’t shiver. The crackling fire behind you was enough. You’d grown used to the silence. The routine.
Except tonight, it felt different.
He didn’t light the lanterns. Didn’t drag his blanket to the floor.
Tauren stood by the fire, stripped to the waist, shadows licking his chest and arms like reverence. He hadn’t spoken a word since dinner, but you could feel the tension radiating off him like heat—coiled, quiet, waiting.
You swallowed. “You’re not sleeping?”
His voice edged and he answered. “I don’t want to dream tonight.”
You froze. The room held still. The crack of thunder outside felt distant, drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears.
He turned away again, jaw tight. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you said, surprising yourself.
He glanced at you. Just a flicker. But it burned.
You moved closer. One step. Two. You could smell him now—earth and storm and something warm, like musk clinging to his skin. He didn’t move.
“I’ve been angry,” you said, voice low. “At everything. This marriage. My parents. The way my life changed without asking me.”
He nodded once.
“And I took it out on you.”
He still didn’t speak.
“I shouldn’t have.”
His gaze shifted to yours fully. And for a moment, neither of you looked away.
“Say something,” you whispered.
His chest rose, slow. “You don’t owe me kindness.”
“I’m not offering it out of debt.”
A beat.
“What are you offering?”
You stepped closer. Just enough to reach out and touch his chest. Your palm rested flat over his heart, warm and solid under your skin.
His breath caught.
“I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I want to try.”
His hand rose, massive and careful, fingers brushing your waist. “Are you sure?”
You nodded once. “Yes.”
It started slow.
Your fingers traced over his skin—up the rise of his chest, over the thick lines of his arms, to the soft fur at the back of his neck. He shivered. He let out a sound that wasn’t a groan, wasn’t a growl—just need.
He lifted you carefully, cradling you against him like you were something breakable. Your legs wrapped around his waist without thinking. The heat of his body swallowed you whole.
He laid you on the bed like he was afraid you’d disappear.
And then he paused.
“Tell me again,” he whispered, forehead pressing to yours. “Tell me you want this.”
You cupped his jaw. “I want you.”
That was all it took.
He kissed you like it hurt. Like it was killing him to believe this was real and that he could take this opportunity.
Like every part of him had been starving and you were finally in reach. His mouth was warm, careful, but desperate. When his hands touched your sides, your waist, your thighs—they shook. His body dwarfed yours, muscles caging you in, but you never felt trapped.
You felt worshipped.
“Beautiful,” he muttered against your throat. “You don’t even know, do you?”
You arched into him, fingers threading through his thick hair. He dragged his mouth down your body, kissing every inch of exposed skin like it was sacred.
When he finally pressed himself against you—hard, thick, hot—you gasped, legs tightening around him.
“Too big?” he asked, breathless.
You shook your head. “No. I want it.”
He groaned, deep and rough. “You’ll take it. All of it. I’ll go slow. Just tell me if—”
“Tauren,” you cut in, voice sharp with want. “I can take it. Please.”
He shuddered. And then he sank into you—slow, thick, unrelenting.
The stretch burned. You moaned into his mouth, clutching at him as he filled you inch by inch.
“F-Fuck,” he growled, hips stalling. “I want you to feel loved.”
For a moment you smiled at him. “I want you, Tauren.”
You could barely breathe. Could barely think.
But he held you. Kissed you. Rocked into you with reverence and awe and quiet sounds that made your spine arch and your thighs tremble.
He move with grace. Like he was afraid to lose the moment. Like he needed to memorize every part of you inside and out.
You didn’t feel like a bride. You felt like a secret he’d been waiting to unwrap his whole life.
You weren’t sure when you started crying.
It wasn’t the pain—not quite. It was the way he held you. The way he groaned when your nails dug into his back, when you whimpered his name between half-broken kisses. The way his entire body trembled with restraint like it would break him in half just to go slow.
He treated you like something divine.
Something his.
And yet, when he started to move, really move, he stopped being gentle.
Not cruel.
But possessive.
“Look at me,” he growled, voice raw and velvet all at once. “Let me see your eyes while I split you open. My love, please.”
You did. You couldn’t look anywhere else.
And he didn’t just thrust—he rolled into you, dragged his cock along every inch of you like he wanted to carve himself into the shape of your body. Your walls clenched, dripping around him, and his eyes darkened.
“So sweet,” he whispered against your lips. “You take me so deep, little bride. So full already—and still you want more.”
“I do,” you gasped. “I—I want all of it.”
He groaned. A sound that shook through his chest like thunder.
And then he gave it to you.
The bed creaked. Wood crunched. His hands clutched your thighs and shoved them higher, folding you in half, hips snapping into yours harder, faster, rougher—until slick sounds filled the air, obscene and wet and intimate.
“Been dreamin’ of this,” he rasped against your throat. “Years. Years wantin’ you. Years with my cock in my hand and your name in my mouth like a prayer—”
You whimpered, eyes fluttering as heat coiled tight in your belly.
“You’re—f-fuck—Tauren—gods—”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Sing for me. Let ‘em hear who you belong to.”
His thumb found your clit, rubbing firm, filthy circles that made your hips buck. Your body clenched.
“You gonna come?” he asked, a wicked lilt curling his voice. “So soon, little thing? Haven’t even knotted you yet.”
The word shattered you.
Your climax slammed into you, sharp and fast and blinding. You cried out, body arching, shaking—tight walls milking him. Tauren snarled, biting your shoulder—not enough to break skin, but enough to leave a claim.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t pause.
“Good girl,” he growled, breath heavy. “Now again. I want to feel you break around me while I breed you.”
Your brain melted.
You didn’t know if the sob that escaped was from overstimulation or want. Maybe both. But he flipped you without warning, putting you on your knees, pressing your cheek into the pillow.
His hand smoothed down your spine with surprising gentleness.
He pushed back inside.
Deeper.
You moaned—high, choked, wrecked—as he bottomed out in one thrust, balls slapping against your soaked folds.
You felt it coming again.
The stretch, the fullness, the heat curling tight—
Then his fingers found your clit again, and his hips slammed forward, grinding.
You shattered with a scream.
This time—you squirted. You cunt leaking around dick.
His hand caught it. He moaned like a beast finally fed.
“My love, you are truly divine,” he gritted out. “So fuckin’ pretty when you gush like that—gods, you’re gorgeous.”
You barely had time to breathe before he grabbed your hips and started pounding, rough and fast and needy. His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged.
“I’m close,” he panted. “Gonna knot you—gonna fuck it in deep—won’t let it go to waste.”
You cried out, body strung tight, begging.
He reached around and grabbed your hand—interlacing your fingers while his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to him while he rutted deep.
“Hold on,” he growled.
His knotted dick forced its way past your pretty cunt and stuck inside you.
The base of his cock swelled suddenly, locking inside you, forcing your body to stretch, grip, yield. You gasped, shaking, overwhelmed as he bucked once, twice—and spilled inside you.
Thick ropes of cum painting your insides, flooding deep.
You moaned his name.
The knot inside you kept him still, pulsing thickly with every twitch of his cock. You lay tangled together, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle like he never planned to let go. His nose nuzzled at the base of your neck, breath hot and uneven.
But you could feel it.
He was hard again.
Still twitching, still swelling. Not from the knot—but from you. The way you clung around him, trembling, dripping. The way you exhaled his name like it was the only word that had ever mattered.
And he—gods—he couldn’t help himself.
He rolled his hips. Just a little.
Just enough to make your oversensitive body jolt and whimper, your thighs trying to close.
“Can’t take more,” you whispered.
He kissed your shoulder.
“Yes, you can,” he murmured. “Look at you… so full already. But you’re still leaking around me. Begging without words.”
You moaned—soft, desperate.
His knot throbbed again.
And slowly… gently… he began to rock.
It wasn’t thrusting. Not yet. It was friction—grinding, deep and slow, his cock dragging inside you at angles that made you tremble again, made your clit throb with every slick press of skin.
His hand slid up your front, palm splayed over your chest.
“You feel that?” he whispered, voice dark velvet. “Your heart… beating for me. Same rhythm as mine.”
His lips brushed your cheek.
“I’ve loved you since before you hated me.”
You gasped—more from the confession than the steady rhythm now building again, pressure curling low and tight and new.
“Say it again,” you whispered.
“I’ve loved you since you were promised to me.”
He rolled his hips deeper.
“Loved you when you spat my name. When you wouldn’t look at me.”
His hand moved to your chin, tilting your head to meet his kiss.
“Love you now, with your sweet cunt choking my cock like it’s made for me.”
You whimpered into his mouth.
His knot was easing. Not shrinking—softening just enough for him to move deeper, harder. Still stuck. Still locked. But sliding, dragging, rubbing every nerve inside you raw and worshipped.
And when his hand dropped between your legs?
You broke.
You clenched, sobbing out his name as your climax hit again—less violent, more aching, like being unraveled from the inside out.
“You gonna give me another one, little bride?” he murmured against your throat. “Soak me while I fuck my love into you?”
You couldn’t answer. Your mouth opened, but only needy moans came out.
He sat up, pulled you into his lap—still impaled, still full—and held you like you were breakable glass as he rocked up into you, slow and deep, grinding his knot against your slick folds.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he said, mouth to your temple.
“All of it,” you gasped. “It’s all yours—I’m yours.”
That did it.
He snapped.
Still seated deep inside, still swollen and thick, he bounced you on his cock with low, rumbling growls—his hand gripping your ass, the other sliding into your hair.
“Gonna fill you again,” he panted. “Gonna give you every drop until it leaks down your thighs.”
You were crying again—needy, overstimulated, loving it.
“Please,” you begged. “Please, Tauren—want it, I want all of it—”
He kissed you hard.
Then spilled again.
Hot and endless, thick spurts of cum stuffing you, making your belly ache, your body throb.
You clung to him, mouth open against his throat, hips still rolling because you needed every drop deeper. Your womb felt claimed. Your body? Worshipped.
The knot pulsed once. Twice.
Then held.
Keeping him inside.
Keeping you full.
Keeping you his.
You stayed like that until dawn.
When the knot finally eased, and he laid you back against the pillows, he didn’t let you go. He cleaned you gently. Praised every inch of you. Kissed your cheeks. Your thighs. Your womb.
AU where Toji has cursed energy and was picked by the zenin clan. (he still hates them lol) also he doesn't meet mamagumi so megu is your biological son in this au :3
note: just some quick hcs cuz i couldn't get this thought out of my head. I've seen a bunch of arranged marriage satoru related things but I thought I'd switch it up. mentions of pregnancy
Arrangedhusband!Toji hates his family and refuses to get married just to fuck them over. (they want an heir)
Arrangedhusband!Toji who goes on a complete rampage when the news about his soon to be marriage finally reaches him through hushed whispers of some maids.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who immediately goes to see Naobito, former head of the Zenin Clan to ask what the fuck is going on.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who is enraged when he hears "you were given the opportunity to settle down yourself, but you didn't so we took matters into our own hands."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who requests to not have a wedding, he'll just sign the damn papers and get it over with.
Arrangedhusband!Toji doesn't visit you for at least a week upon your arrival. He's still pissed.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who finally decides to go visit you, he knocks on your door. You were given your own room to adjust to everything even though Naobito wanted you to be with Toji.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who's shocked when Mai opens the door and he sees you getting your hair done by Maki. The twins decorated your hair with a bunch of different flowers. (they're like maybe 10 in this)
Arrangedhusband!Toji who just stares at you. He doesn't say a word because he doesn't really know what to say. He didn't even know what you looked like until right now.
Arrangedhusband!Toji snaps out of his trance when you break the silence. "Good morning, Toji. It's nice to finally meet you." He catches on to your attitude at the end of your sentence and he doesn't even realize his lip quirking upward. Here he was thinking you'd be some damsel in distress, but it turns out you're pretty confident.
Arrangedhusband!Toji responds with "Uh, hey.." Is that the best he could come up with? You've left him at a loss for words.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who tries to get his shit together and deepens his voice to try and intimidate you a little. "Mornin', [name]. I'll send some maids over this way later. You are to accompany me for dinner tonight."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who hides a growing smile when you say, "Taking me on a first date after getting married? I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around."
Arrangedhusband!Toji sits at the table waiting for your arrival. After seeing you he wanted to spend some alone time getting to know you, but his mother insisted on throwing a proper welcome dinner with the whole family.
Arrangedhusband!Toji requested that you sit right next to him. When you arrive someone ushers you to your seat. He whispers quietly enough for only you to hear, "being late to a family dinner isn't a good look for ya, pretty."
"well, excuse me for getting lost like three times." you say with a roll of your eyes. Naobito clears his throat, and Toji sighs.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who mumbles "thank you for the food." so everyone could start eating. He gets a little defensive when Naobito bombards you with questions, "I hope you are settling in well, but I'll get straight to business. When do you think you'll be ready to bear a child?"
Arrangedhusband!Toji who gets ready to speak up for you but you quickly cut him off, "Not anytime soon, sir. No offense. I just met your nephew today. I did not come here to be bred like some dog. I came here to settle the dispute between our families." Everyone is shocked by your words. You just told off the former head of the clan..
Arrangedhusband!Toji is proud of you. "I agree with her." Naobito gives him a sour look before responding, "Toji, you need to get a better hold on your woman. She should have some manners."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who gets up from the table and hauls you over his shoulder. It's embarrassing to say the least but neither of you speak a word until you're far enough away.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who sets you down, a smirk prominent on his face, "That was so bad ass. No one's ever spoke to him that way."
"Really? Not even you? That's surprising, you seem like the rebellious type."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who really starts to grow on you. He follows you everywhere and he learns something new about you every day, as do you too. He never restricts your freedom and supports many of your actions.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who will even spar with you sometimes when you're looking to improve.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who feels his heart swell a little bit when you kiss him. He's never felt anything like this before, and he doesn't want to admit that he'll get used to it.
Arrangedhusband!Toji invites you to finally move into his own bedroom, since "we've been married for a few months now."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who likes seeing your stuff alongside his in his room.
Arrangedhusband!Toji feels happier than he has in years. All his family wanted to do was train him to perfection and treat 'worthless' women like shit. He didn't want any of that though. So he sees you as a blessing in disguise.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who itches to give you a baby after seeing how you are around his twin cousins. You're gentle, but you never forget to scold them when they get into trouble.
Arrangedhusband!Toji after your second year anniversary brings up the idea to you, "Not for the selfish reasons my uncle wants. Just for us. We could even live somewhere else." You two are sitting in your shared bedroom. His eyes tell no lies, "What do you mean by live somewhere else? I don't think it matters how far we go, baby. If Naobito catches wind of a potential Zenin heir he'll track us down."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who assures you he could take care of this situation, if you wanted to have a baby. He doesn't want his future child/children to have to go through the same abuse he went through.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who doesn't know that you're already a month or two pregnant.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who has one of his "friends" come get you to take you to your new home. "Toji, you should come with me. I don't think this is a good idea."
"I'll see you in a day or two. I love you, baby. Gojo, no funny business or I'll fuck you up." He threatens.
"Are you doubting me, my dear friend? I wouldn't let anything happen to your precious wife." Toji flip him off. You watch as his figure gets smaller and smaller until you can't see him anymore. (they're frenemies in this au)
Arrangedhusband!Toji who immobilizes his uncle, which takes great effort. He doesn't come out fully unscathed. He's okay, though. He's doing it for his and your future.
Arrangedhusband!Toji who utters something to Naobito before leaving the Zenin clan, "I don't ever want to see your face again, you old geezer. Don't ever come looking for me or my wife, because the next time we meet, I'll kill you."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who knocks on the door of your new apartment and is relieved to see that you're just how he left you.
You gasp at his beat up stature and you sit him down to clean him up.
"They'll never bother us again." He mutters and he sees you smile a little bit.
"I'll miss the twins," you say with a little sigh. He moves his big hand to cup your face as you are trying to wipe the blood off of his, "You've taught them plenty. I'm sure they'll follow our path and make it out of the clan sooner or later."
Arrangedhusband!Toji who is thrilled when you tell him you're pregnant.
Arrangedhusband!Toji goes to extreme lengths to protect you and you have to remind him you can still accomplish things on your own.
Arrangedhusband!Toji Husband!Toji who has both your last names changed to Fushiguro to help hide his identity. You actually debated with him about this.
"Toji, you literally just chose the first name you saw on a site of Japanese last names. We need to put thought into it."
"Oh come on baby, you gotta admit Toji Fushiguro sounds better than Toji Zenin." He never fails to find a lazy way out of things.
Husband!Toji who lets a single tear fall from his eye when he sees you cradling your little boy.
"He looks just like you." You grumble playfully and his lips quirk up into a smirk, "Eh what can I say? He got the good genes."
You fight the urge to hit him with a pillow.
Husband!Toji tells the nurse the name you two agreed on for your son, "Megumi Fushiguro."
Husband!Toji who always gets scolded by you for using bad words around your son.
"Fuck!" Megumi yells when he colors outside of the line. Your head whips around so fast and Toji looks away.
"Gumi! Don't say that. That is a very bad word." You tell him. He tilts his head to the side, "Well Dad says them."
"Does he now? I'm pretty sure Dad knows he shouldn't say those words." After a minute Toji thinks he's in the clear so he turns his head back to see you glaring at him.
"I won't do it again." He hears you mumble 'liar.'
Husband!Toji who's mad that despite his looks, his son is a complete mama's boy. "Hey kid, wanna head to the park for a little 'while?"
"Can mama come?" Your husband grunts.
"Nah, it'll just be me and you. Father and son." He says with a grin hoping to bait him.
Megumi goes back to his video he's watching. With an uninterested tone he responds, "Oh, then I don't wanna go."
He rolls his eyes and walks away, "Well whatever."
Husband!Toji who decided he wants a do over, and gives you the proper wedding you deserve.
Husband!Toji who loves you and his son very much. He couldn't have asked for anything better than this. You are his blessing.
NOTE: hiii! not a resident evil fic omg who am i? so down bad for toji it's not even funny... this got out of hand so quickly it was meant to be half this size... oops? anyway kinda self-indulgent bcs it's my 21st birthday soon so... yeah.
tags/content warnings: DARK CONTENT, dad/daughter incest, oral(f!recieving), degradation, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, p in v, he's got a fat cock idk, creampie, overstimulation, pussy spanking, he's kind of an asshole
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You never saw your dad much growing up. To call him a deadbeat would be an understatement. He was the type of guy to pawn off the presents that ‘Santa’ got you a week or two after Christmas to get some extra cash.
He was rarely ever home, and when he was, he'd bum whatever he could off of you and Megumi. Although Megumi had gone off to that school now, which was great, really. You were happy for him. He comes to visit whenever he can, and he's always bringing you things to help out.
Really, you should be looking after him. He was your younger brother, after all. But he also knew that your dad tended to bother you more than him, so he's always been a little protective of you. He sends you a text everyday to check in on you, asking if you'd seen Toji.
Toji. Not dad. You're not sure when Megumi got into that habit, but you can't bring yourself to do the same. He's still your dad, even if he's a bit of an asshole. He cares about you deep down, you know he does. He might not show it, but you like to believe he thinks about you when he's gone.
Safe to say, you're surprised when he shows up at the door on your twenty-first birthday with a cake tucked securely under his arm. He flashes you a grin, pushing past you and into the apartment without so much as a ‘hello’.
He sets the cake down on the table before flopping down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table like he owns the place. Which, okay, technically he does. His name is on the tenancy agreement, but he's not the one paying the rent.
“Didn't expect to see you here today.” You say after a moment, standing awkwardly off to the side. You never knew what to do with your dad. You didn't know him, really. Talking to him was always hard for you.
Your gaze falls to the cake after he doesn't respond. It's some cheap, pre-made grocery store cake. You can't imagine he spent much on it at all, but the gesture was nice. He hadn't gotten you anything for your birthday since you were twelve and he got you that shitty plastic bracelet that broke after a day.
“You didn't need to get me anything.”
“Mm. But you're my kid. It's a big birthday.” He says simply, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, using the cable that you pay for. Typical.
You're surprised he even remembers your age, but you'd take it. Guess your suspicions were confirmed. He cares about you, at least a little.
“Where's the brat?” He asks after a moment, as if he registered Megumi hadn't shown his face. His eyes flick across the room before settling on you.
“He couldn't make it today. He's coming on the weekend.” He just shrugs when you tell him that, spreading his legs a little to get comfortable.
“Ah. You're my favourite, anyway.” He tells you, and you smile. You know you're only his favourite because you put up with his shit, but it still makes you happy to hear him say that. You can see the way his lips curl into a smirk at that, and he slowly drags his gaze along your body.
You're not sure you appreciate the way he's looking at you, though. Like, it's great to get some attention from your dad for once, but that doesn't exactly mean you want him looking at you like you're a piece of meat.
“What're you doin’ now, anyway? You dropped out, no?” Yeah. You had to. Someone had to pay the bills. “So, what… you working as a stripper or something? Got the body for it. Bet you'd make a killing.”
Your face wrinkles up in disgust immediately at that. You cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself a little more, your brows furrowing as you look at him.
“Jesus, dad. That's nasty. Why are you even looking at me like that?” You ask with a frown, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
“Alright!” He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender, brows raising slightly. He lets his hands drop onto his thighs and shrugs again. “Just a joke. Tough crowd, huh?”
You roll your eyes and huff, crossing your arms over your chest. That seems to draw Toji's attention, his gaze lingering on your tits for a moment before he's looking up at you with that stupid fucking grin again.
“What? I'm proud of my work, ‘n you're just another one of my many successes.” He has an air of cockiness around him as he says that, and it just weirds you out even more. What a creep.
“Anyway, I been thinkin’...” He begins, his eyes trailing your body again. You shift uncomfortably yet again, staring him down. “Your daddy is a little strapped for cash at the moment… but I gotta give my special girl a gift for her birthday, don't I?”
“Real interesting, ‘cause you haven't bothered before.”
He starts scowling at that, his lip curling. “I'm tryna be nice. Don't need to be a bitch about it. I'm a busy man.” He pauses, giving you a once over. “Always so fuckin’ bratty. Bet a good dick'd fix that shitty attitude.”
“The hell is wrong with you today?” You snap, trying to ignore the way your dad was very obviously checking you out. It makes you uneasy, in more ways than one. Most notably is the way it's weirdly hot, and that thought alone makes you feel queasy.
“Just c'mere, will ya? No need to be pissy on your birthday. I'm tryna be nice.” He huffs, patting the spot next to him. You walk over to him, but before you can sit, he's tugging you into his lap and holding you down against his hardening cock.
“Dad, wha-”
“Now here's what's gonna happen.” He grunts, nosing at your neck before he's attaching his lips to your skin, his grip on your hips tightening. “I'm gonna make you cum on my tongue, ‘cause it's your birthday, and I'm so sweet. Then you're gonna sit on my cock. Understand?”
You open your mouth to speak, but Toji is quick to cut you off, biting down on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. “If the words that're about to leave your mouth are anything but ‘yes, daddy’, then I don't wanna hear it.”
Your mouth snaps shut, opens again, and you're repeating the words back to him.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
That's how you end up lying on your back in your bed, the sheets crumpled beneath you with your dad's face buried in your cunt. He's got one hand pressed firmly on your stomach to stop you from moving too much, his other hand keeping a strong grip on your thigh to keep your legs spread.
He eats pussy sloppy. The only time he pulls away is to spit on you before he dives right back in, tongue thrusting in and out of your drippy hole. He's already made you cum twice, a puddle forming on the sheets under your ass from how wet you are.
“Ah… dad, I can't. S'too much.” You tell him, trying to squirm away from his mouth. He glares up at you from between your legs, and then he pulls away. You sigh in relief, but then he's spreading your folds with one hand and bringing the other down harshly against your clit.
You yelp, kicking your feet out. He does it again. And again. “You'll take what you're given.” He growls with another harsh slap, then he's lowering his head again to suck greedily at your swollen clit as he slips two fingers into your pussy without resistance.
His spits dribbling down to your hole as he makes the dirtiest sounds you've ever heard. You didn't know it was possible to be this greedy when it came to eating pussy. Doesn't even feel like it's for you, at this point. He's just eating away to his heart's content.
“You're such a messy girl, baby. Gettin’ my wrists all wet. Didn't know pussies could leak this much.” He mumbles into your cunt, flicking his tongue and curling his fingers. “Must really love your daddy, huh?”
You clench around him, cumming for the third time with a whimper and the bastard finally lifts his face away from you. Gives you that stupid smirk again, darting his tongue out to lick as much of your juices from his face as he can manage, then he uses his free hand to wipe the rest off on the back of his hand. Slob.
“Having a good birthday?” He asks with a shit-eating grin, scissoring his fingers open inside of you, ignoring the way you whine and try to pull away again. All you can do is nod, already so dumb from the pleasure he's giving you that you can barely respond.
“That's my girl.” He coos, patting your face a few times before he's pulling his hand away, leaving you mourning the loss. Can't let any of your cum go to waste, so he pops them in his mouth and sucks them clean.
Doesn't take him long to pull his cock out. It's fat and heavy, hanging low even though it's hard. Your breath hitches as you see it, and you start to push away from him.
“Dad, what the fuck?” That's a boost to his ego. “That's not… there's no way that's gonna fit.”
“I'll make it work. Been between your legs long enough.” He mumbles, grabbing you by your hips and tugging you towards him on the bed. He pushes the tip in, and he can't bite back the smile that forms at the noise you make.
He pushes in so slowly that he's barely even moving. The stretch still hurts, tears forming in your eyes. When he finally bottoms out with a groan, you're so full that you can barely breathe. You swear you can feel that shit in your lungs. Your poor mother.
“Fuck… you're so fucking tight. Shoulda done this years ago…” He breathes out, bangs hanging in front of his eyes as he lets his head hang low. He's nice enough to stay put for a moment, his cock throbbing against your cervix - which is definitely going to be bruised after this. You don't think you're gonna be able to walk for a week.
He pulls out slowly until just the tip left inside, his length glistening from your slick pussy. He stares down appreciatively at the sight before thrusting back in. He builds a rhythm, rocking his hips against yours.
The sound of your moans fill the room, but he's more of a grunter. His grip on your hip is bruising, and it starts to hurt a little. He's using his hold on you so that he can manhandle you into his thrusts, making sure he's filling up every inch of you.
“Such a good fucking slut.” He pants, rocking into you even harder, a crease forming between his brow. “Gonna mould this pretty pussy to the shape of my dick. No other guy's gonna be able to fuck you, baby. Just daddy.”
You nod at his words, too fucked out to even register what he's saying. You'd agree to anything he said as long as he kept up with what he was doing.
“She's sucking me in, princess. Never had anyone take me so well before. My dick's splittin’ you open, and you're just. Fucking. Taking it.” He punctuates his words with deep, slow thrusts that have you pulsing around his cock.
“Made just for me, huh? My own daughter bein’ the one who's got the perfect pussy for my cock.” He growls, shifting slightly so his hands are gripping your thighs. He presses them against your chest, leaning over you as he starts fucking you again.
He's so much deeper like this, punching the air out of your lungs every time his hips slap against your ass. Tears start streaming down your face, your walls tightening around him.
“Shit… you tryna push me out?” He asks, his voice sounding a little strained. “God… she's fuckin’ milking me. She's cryin’ for me even more than you are.”
He lets out a breathless laugh, his thrusts growing sloppier. “Gonna fill you up, but you gotta cum for me first. You gonna do that for me?”
You nod weakly, gripping his shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress. Your nails claw at his skin, and you feel the wetness of his own blood beneath your fingers, but he doesn't even flinch. He seems to like it, letting out a low moan as your nails dig into him.
Your eyes roll back as you cum, your lips parting as you cry out ‘daddy’. You gush around his cock, leaking all over your own thighs until it's dripping down his balls.
“Such a dirty girl.” He grunts, his movements becoming erratic as his balls tighten. “Shit, baby. Gonna cum, and you're gonna fucking take it.”
He pushes in one last time, burying himself to the hilt and holding himself there. He grinds against you weakly as his cock kicks, shooting ropes of cum deep into you.
“Gooood… that's my good fucking girl.” Toji collapses on the bed, his dick slipping out as he lays back on your bed. “Happy birthday, baby.”
There's that smile again. Arrogant prick.
He stays put for a while, leaning back against your pillows with his legs spread and his arms behind his head, taking up a good 80% of your bed and leaving you to lay on the edge.
“I need a beer…” He grumbles, running a hand over his face before he tilts his head to look at you. “You got any cash?”
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this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works
Ya’ll asked for it so here it is! Part two of my Demon story. Part One is HERE if you wanna read it again or for the first time.
You’ve been gone for a few weeks because of work. You had to travel with your boss, which was an exciting opportunity for you and while you were biting at the bit to go you were worried about one, not so small, thing. Your boyfriend or…whatever he was. You two were fairly new and you weren’t exactly a typical couple, for one he’s a demon. But you love him, he’s kind and gentle with you and despite a rocky start you two haven’t been apart since you moved in.
When you told him about the opportunity he was supportive, but he pouted. He snubbed you and ignored you for a few days, but as the trip drew closer he came to you and snuggled you, whispering how he would kill anyone if they touched you or looked your way. The few days before your trip he barely left you alone. He made sure you were well scented and knew exactly what you were leaving behind. His bite mark on your ass was cute though, even if uncalled for. You felt guilty though, leaving him all alone so you were more than happy to let him grab you and fuck you against every surface of the apartment.
Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x Reader
Words: 1.3K+
Warning(s): Fainting, slight injury
A/N: I decided to do something with some fluff and what not with Brahms from the Boy. There isn’t a lot of dialogue but i hope you enjoy~
Anonymous Request: okayyyyy so derek hale request // reader and Derek are best friends but reader is really his mate but he doesn’t tell her– reader starts talking to someone else (anyone really) and peter asks derek how he likes the reader being with someone else when reader is his mate and derek is just kinda like “I wanna keep em safe” or something.
A/N: Bro I had fun writing this- like/reblog and you may just get a part 2 ;) Hope you enjoy anon! Thank you for the request!! My requests are still open, though i do apologise for taking so long writing!
Warnings: moody Isaac and moody Derek, some lil swears ://
*creds to gif owner*
Your friendship with Derek had been a weird one to say the least.
From the fine age of nine years old you had been joined at the hip:“Kids welcome our new student Y/N! Now I want all of you to help them fit in, okay? Now Y/N why don’t you go sit next to Derek- I’m sure he won’t mind showing you around, right Derek?”
So excited to keep expanding my magical characters. This one features a magical brat, nonbinary, and they come across a villain from their past. I can’t wait to see what you think.
Nonbinary reader (afab) x Male Monster
Ages ago, when I was a kid, I had a very strange job. I was one of those kids gifted with magical abilities to fight off threats to the earth. Yeah, I had the whole magical transformation process and everything. But that was a long time ago, I grew up, threats to earth changed, and new kids came to take my place. Now these days, I live off the money I made as a magical kid. I’ve been going to school on and off, but for the most part I work as an advisor from time to time for the new crop of magical kids.
It isn’t too bad a life. Considering all the crap I went through as a kid, it’s nice to take things slow and be a little lazy. Back in those days, I fought all sorts of crazy monsters and super creeps. Hell, I’ve been to space a few times. One of my main enemies was a monster summoning wizard who liked to call himself King Lord, yeah, I saw that sort of stuff all the time. He used to have a castle built into a mountain, it’s not been turned into a fancy hotel. It’s weird visiting there now.
Anyways, King Lord isn’t the threat anymore. There’s new bad guys out there wanting to do something or another to the populace of earth. Sometimes it deals with the pure energy humans give off. Other times it’s for turning people into monsters. Recently I heard there was someone harvesting the dreams of humans. I’m not sure as much, I just like to keep track of the magical kids running around now and make sure they’re doing alright.
A new vampire enters! I’m so enjoying building up my new vampire breed. I hop eyou guys are liking them to. @fivesecondmemory commissioned this story. You can commission your own story too if you’d like, just message me!
Also! This story features sex while the MC is on their period. Just a heads up.
Working nights isn’t all the bad. You only really have to deal with your coworkers, and even your boss is over an intercom. Sure, heavy lifting isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but for you, this couldn’t be better. You’d much rather be dealing with heavy cargo than the cumbersome burden of customers. Working freight has been a blessing in disguise.
Your boss, or at least the overseer for everything, usually keeps to himself. He stays back in the central office, keeping tabs on the trucks that are coming and going as well as checking up with everyone’s progress. He’s not a bad guy just kind of…weird. Ok very weird. He was extremely pale, almost looking like an opal gemstone. He had long limbs like a taffy pull had stretched him. You hadn’t seen him often, but he left an impression, especially his hands. His fingers were super long, and you almost expected them to have extra joints. He’s worked for the company for a long time, but whenever you or your coworkers see him his appearance doesn’t match the age you expect him to be.
“I wonder what sort of skin care he does,” you coworker Amber says. You’re all crowded around the vending machines when he stepped out of the office. His hair is silvery and pale and falls before his eyes, nearly blending with his skin. He looks young but the way people talk he sounds like he should be in his fifties or sixties.
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this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works
Someone, some dirty little thief, kept sneaking into your farm and stealing your pumpkins. It was only one pumpkin at a time every so often but it was STILL driving you crazy. They weren’t random pumpkins, they were your pumpkins. It was your hard work being whisked off in the night and you were over this.
So you set a trap.
And you waited up every night for nearly an entire week until you heard it. Those strange noises in your pumpkin patch, the same ones as all of the other nights. And then you heard an even sweeter sound, the sound of a net snapping up. You jumped up, shining your flashlight onto your pumpkin thief.
Only to see…no one?
There was a body, a tall thin body wrapped in riding gear and a black cloak. But there was no one, no head…
“Pardon me? Down here.”
You pointed the light down, finding a pumpkin rest at your feet. It was half carved with a mouth and one eye, a little light flickering inside of it.
“I ought to explain.”
You said nothing, staring in shock at the head. Had you fallen asleep? Was this all some crazy dream?
“My name is Ira Sparrow and I am…what you might call a headless horseman. I’ve been having some trouble with a hunter and have been losing quite a few heads lately. And, well, your pumpkins are very well grown!”
You said nothing.
‘What could you say? Oh, thank you Mr. Monster for stealing from me, glad to hear that my pumpkins are getting the five star reviews! Would you like to check out my cabbages?’
“Could you cut me down? Please?”
You did. And then you ran back inside, still hoping that this was all a strange dream…and if it wasn’t…well, you didn’t know what to think. For the next week, you didn’t think about it at all. Until the night you heard the noises again. They sounded louder now and closer. You crept out of bed, grabbing your light and opening the front door slowly.
You expected to see Ira.
Instead, you saw two massive men. They both froze for a second but then they smiled. One took a step towards, reaching out to grab you. You took a step back, fear rushing through your heart.
Until you heard the laughter.
A deep, scary laugh that grew louder and louder until a rider burst out if the darkness. His horse screamed as it ran and, as he grew closer, he reached up, pulling the pumpkin off of his shoulders. Fire poured out of the carved face as it sailed through the air. It smashed into the ground it a bright flash and the men ran away screaming.
Ira stopped, stumbling off of his horse. His long arms reached out, one pointing towards the pumpkin patch. You acted quickly, plucking a pumpkin up. You emptied it out, carving a slightly shaky face and placing an old candle inside.
“Well, this isn’t too bad. Needs a little work but…”
He reached out, placing the pumpkin upon his shoulders.
“Thank you, Miss…”
“Y/N. And thank you, Ira.”
The pumpkin face smiled at you and, strangely enough, you found yourself smiling back. Ira kept coming back after that. It was strange but…not too strange. Ira was funny and playful, even about his situation. You even found yourself looking forward to his little visits. You were working in the vegetable garden when you heard his horse (Shadowmare) clipping closer.
You looked up, smiling as Ira wandered over.
“Hello there, Miss Y/N.”
“Hello there, Ira.”
And yet again, you found yourself smiling at him, your heart doing a little skip. 🖤
@theawfuledges commissioned a sexy romp between the reader and a dragon(which is like my main fantasy) so enjoy!
This was a colossally stupid idea.
The money was too good, and against your better judgement, you took the job. You should have known something was up when your client refused to send any of their men along with you, instead paying you enough to hire your own muscle.
Another demon enters the arena! My demons are growing so fast now. This one reminds me of my first Eligos story and it brought back fond memories. I hope you guys enjoy!
You’ve been noticing something strange happening around your apartment building. You had moved their because it was inexpensive, down right cheap really, as well as being close to your job. The downside to that was it was in a bad part of town, it usually stunk like piss and garbage, and the street was littered and filthy. Not to mention you might as well sleep at work if you had to go home at night.
What was strange was that recently the smell was actually pleasant. Outside the street seemed clean and in fact, flowers were growing in the small bare patches where the trees had been uprooted. You had also noticed that at night it was actually quiet outside. You had even heard from your neighbors that they had noticed it seemed safer out. These weren’t the sort of things that should be strange, but they were. Hell, even the water in your shower seemed cleaner.
You were also starting to notice other things. You were almost one hundred percent certain you needed to buy milk, but when you checked the fridge the half-gallon was just fine, nearly full even. There also seemed to be more food in there before, things you liked too. There was never food you wanted in the fridge, ever.
