#MASTERLIST

[theinternetarchive]

a few great films that are free on the internet archive

in decent quality too!

here is the archive collection of these films so you can favorite on there/save if desired.

links below

black girl (1966) dir. ousmane sembene

the battle of algiers (1966) dir. gillo pontecorvo

paris, texas (1984) dir. wim wenders

desert hearts (1985) dir. donna deitch

harold and maude (1973) dir. hal ashby

los olvidados (1952) dir. luis bunuel

walkabout (1971) dir. nicolas roeg

rope (1948) dir alfred hitchcock

freaks (1932) dir. tod browning

frankenstein (1931) dir. james whale

sunset boulevard (1950) dir billy wilder

fantastic planet (1973) dir. rené laloux

jeanne dielman (1975) dir. chantal akerman

the color of pomegranates (1969) dir. sergei parajanov

all about eve (1950) dir. joseph l. mankiewicz

gilda (1946) dir. charles vidor

the night of the hunter (1950) dir. charles laughton

the invisible man (1931) dir. james whale

COLLECTION of georges méliès shorts

rebecca (1940) dir. alfred hitchcock

brief encounter (1946) dir. david lean

to be or not to be (1942) dir. ernst lubitsch

a place in the sun (1951) dir george stevens

eyes without a face (1960) dir. georges franju

double indeminity (1944) dir. billy wilder

wild strawberries (1957) dir. ingmar bergman

shame (1968) dir. ingmar bergman

through a glass darkly (1961) dir. ingmar bergman

persona (1961) dir. ingmar bergman

winter light (1963) dir. ingmar bergman

the ascent (1977) dir. larisa shepitko

the devil, probably (1977) dir. robert bresson

cleo from 5 to 7 (1962) dir. agnes varda

alien (1979) dir. ridley scott + its sequels

after hours (1985) dir. martin scorsese

halloween (1978) dir. john carpenter

the watermelon woman (1996) dir. cheryl dune

EDIT: part two here + the letterboxd list

edit: part three here

[kaylasficrecs]

clark kent recs

trying to keep up | imagine, smut | @sunsburns

you can hear it in the silence | imagine, fluff | @thebestandworstdayofjune

in today's torch exclusive! | smallville, imagine, fluff | @neilsbeloved

no. 1 party anthem | one shot, fluff | @sunsburns

all american boy | smallville, one shot, fluffy flangst | @scribes-of-valar

neighbor!clark x new girl!reader | series | @svnriseblvdd

too much? | smallville, imagine, flangst | @kjhbsies

in his arms, the world fades | smallville, imagine, fluff, comfort | @deansbeer

in your arms | smallville, imagine, fluff | @wchswift

freak like me | smallville, one shot, flangst | @scribes-of-valar

boy's a liar | smallville, one shot, flangst | @scribes-of-valar

kryptonite kisses | imagine, fluff | @a-romantics-guide-to-life

wait a minute, are you jealous? | drabble, fluff | @hederasgarden

a minute too late | smallville, one shot, flangst | @kjhbsies

sunflowers and warm mornings | smallville, drabble, fluff | @borderlineex

through your glasses | imagine, flangst | @midtalissa

night's so blue | one shot, fluff | @junleb

couldn't make it any harder | smallville, one shot, flangst | @thatfoxygrl

the perfect shot | drabble, fluff | @multi-fandom-imagine

clark kent loves quietly | headcanon, fluff | @thebestandworstdayofjune

told you so | imagine, fluff (slight angst) | @hearts4hughes

quiet mornings in smallville | smallville, drabble, fluff | @borderlineex

'til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours | imagine, fluff | @alwritey-aphrodite

he's all that | one shot, fluff | @fawnindawn

the sun | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @hederasgarden

my hero | one shot, fluff | @jungkooklover777

clark's love language | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @ilyasorokinn

hypotheticals | imagine, fluff | @street-smarts00

soft boyfriend thoughts | headcanon, fluff | @404superman

little things | drabble, fluff | @blushhbambi

starboy | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @buckysfaveplum

[fromdove]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[s0urw00lf]

I’m gonna have a FEILD DAY with this one!

Billy Russo Masterlist

Here’s my Billy x Reader and Billy x OC masterlist.

Smut is marked with * *

Keep reading

[mahgyu]

𓄴 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐒 + 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒

. ˙ ❐ Satoru Gojo

. ˙ ❐ Suguru Geto

. ˙ ❐ Kento Nanami

. ˙ ❐ Choso Kamo

. ˙ ❐ Toji Fushiguro

. ˙ ❐ Ryomen Sukuna

. ˙ ❐ Hiromi Higuruma

. ˙ ❐ Shiu Kong

. ˙ ❐ Ino Takuma

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

. ˙ ❐ Satoru Gojo

. ˙ ❐ Choso Kamo

©mahgyu

⠀

[sagittariusmarz]

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 1

How they feel about you pick a card

What will your marriage be like pick a card

Their sexual fantasies of you pick a card

Untitled love pick a card

What’s next in the connection pick a card

What people think of you pick a card

What they tell others about you pick a card

Their last dream of you pick a card

What they think of when they hear your name pick a card

Your next sexual encounter pick a card

Their favorite things about you pick a card

What’s your sex game like pick a card

Craziest thoughts people had of you pick a card

What they think when hearing your name pick a card part 2

Their fantasies of you pick a card

Your spouses turn ons pick a card

Your next sexual encounter pick a card

What type of porn do they watch pick a card

How do people view you pick a card

How they felt last time they had sex with you pick a card

First time alone with your spouse pick a card

What about you makes them horny pick a card

What would they say if they called you pick a card

Who’s watching your social media and why pick a card

What are they hiding pick a card

Why are people jealous of you pick a card

Your future spouse’s favorite things about you pick a card

What do others dislike about you pick a card

What do people think of your voice pick a card

What they tell their friends about you pick a card

Who’s your spouse pick a card

How they feel about you pick a card

How do women view you pick a card

How do men view you pick a card

What others find attractive about you pick a card

what makes you unforgettable pick a card

Three month prediction pick a card

What do people think when hearing your name pick a card

Who’s your spouse part 2 pick a card

How you intimidate others pick a card

What’s your reputation pick a card

First things people notice about you pick a card

What do your ex friends think of you pick a card

What are you manifesting pick a card

What should you be manifesting pick a card

What’s people’s karma for messing with you pick a card

what makes you unique pick a card

What type of seducer are you pick a card

What makes you unforgettable pick a card

What is mercury retrograde bringing to you pick a card

What’s Pluto in Aquarius bringing to you pick a card

What makes you stand out pick a card

What’s being hidden from you pick a card

What they wish they could take back pick a card

What makes you attractive pick a card

How do they feel about you pick a card

Karmic debts you’re owed pick a card

What type of alien are you pick a card

Why your haters are low vibrational pick a card

What Disney villain are you pick a card

The next 72 hours prediction timeless pick a card

Unsent messages from people pick a card

Why are people scared of you pick a card

Advice from your spirit guides pick a card

Advice from crystals pick a card

Who’s your spirit guides/guide pick a card

Messages from goddesses pick a card

love advice from celebrities pick a card

Karmic debts you owe pick a card

What’s Pluto in retrograde bringing to you pick a card

What’s the full moon in Scorpio and Scorpio eclipse bringing to you pick a card

What your shadow side wants to tell you pick a card

What makes you stand out pick a card

General message pick a card

What they want from the connection pick a card

What makes you sexy pick a card

What’s next in your career pick a card

What do they wanna tell you pick a card

Future spouse’s turn ons pick a card

Who’s watching your social media and why pick a card

Details about your future spouse pick a card

Signs your manifestations are coming in pick a card

Who’s mad at you and why pick a card

Who wants to get close to you and why pick a card

18+ confessions pick card

How do they feel in this no contact pick a card

How are people viewing you now pick a card

Your seductive qualities pick a card

What makes them jealous pick a card

What makes people fall in love with you pick a card

What fears they have when it comes to you pick a card

What they think of your cooking pick a card

What they really desire pick a card

What about you turns them on pick a card

How they feel about the breakup pick a card

What have they been up to since the breakup pick a card

How do people viewing your relationship pick a card

How will people view your relationship pick a card

How will people view your marriage pick a card

[cuntphoric]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ masterlist

satoru gojo

big stretch spiderman!gojo webs you up mwahs your tits video games after sex making out with rival!gojo gojo sucks tits when he's bored gojo and geto overstimming your tits desperate gojo deepthroating you wearing gojo's blindfold while he plays with your folds gojo masturbates over your photos overstimulation with gojo praise & degrade gojo loooves edging you just to see you beg shower sex

what a game threesome gojo's hands good kisser gojo gojo loves you and your dick sucking skills cumplay small or large he's good gojo misses your titties and fucks you later on softdom!gojo loves worshipping gojo IS the present male lactation LOL bad time? geto x gojo x you first time sucking him aftermath

happy trail gojo gojo's dick is pretty he knows how to use it gojo's dick hcs getting off to your reactions giving your bf gojo head gojo loves missionary bf gojo overstims you A LOT while eating you out tits, ass, or thighs? this man fucks hard aftercare with gojo making out & tits gojo loves getting praised so he'll do the favor right back gojo would not complain eating you out for a long time

bratty gojo mirror sex spooning sex late christmas shopping fucking i feel like gojo's top five positions on a certain day would be this subby gojo handcuffed, laying on his back as you ride his face pegging gojo gojo with a pussy hanging by a thread he's all yours i miss gojo ☹ surprise fluff post sub!satoru thoughts another fluff post!! bathroom fun (this can go for really any character but i thought of him while writing it LOL)

actor!reader and actor!gojo has some fun in her dressing room prof!gojo and collegestudent!reader gets it going oooonnn indian!reader and gojo fluff he loves you baddd gojo + handjob heros always gets the job done - spiderman!gojo old draft i forgot to post idk... teasing him i guess IDK WHAT TO NAME THIS???

suguru geto

gojo and geto overstimming your tits bad time? geto x gojo x you pegging geto calm mean man tongue piercing suguru 1/3 tongue piercing suguru 2/3 tongue piercing suguru 3/3 soft nsfw hc's with cult leader!suguru 1/2

kiyotaka ijichi

dry humping & making out ijichi + handjob

hiromi higuruma

higurama loves you and your cum!

takuma ino

soft dom ino my birthday gift to my birthday girl

ryomen sukuna

fem!sukuna degradation

toji fushiguro

small titty worship toji just needs to eat out chubby!reader

choso kamo

tongue piercing choso 1/3 tongue piercing choso 2/3 tongue piercing choso 3/3 a silent mean man choso + handjob

kento nanami

polite teasing nanami (i can't write mean nanami it hurts me) nanami + handjob pregnant reader fluff

shoko ieiri

impatient girl ! utahime x you x shoko shoko loves using her strap on you

utahime iori

impatient girl ! utahime x you x shoko more!!

p links

gojo p links #1

smaus

you pretend to be mad & they offer themselves as a peace offering. you win. your text convos with gojo satoru

[messylxve]

THEORY OF GOODNESS──MASTERLIST

[ pair ] superman x reader ; clark kent x reader

[ fics ] seven (and a half)

[ status ] ongoing

[ key ] superman: ✰ ; clark ✎

[ 1. ] chronic workaholic──1.2k ✎ ✰

[ 2. ] meeting superman──2.1k ✰

[ 3. ] spilled coffee──1.3k ✎

[ 4. ] nighttime happenings──1.4k ✰

[ 5. ] operation: you (3+1)──2.2k ✎

[ 6. ] medic in denial──1.6k ✰

[ 6.5 ] imagine…──0.4k ✎

[ 7 ] cinematic accidents──1.9k ✎

taglist: @whothehellismack @valleylaflor @casp1an-sea @kissmxcheek @moongirl27 @pleasecallmeunhinged @itzmeme @otakusimp1 @unabashedlyswimmingtimemachine @arienic @lortheswiftie @diamondsandrust7 @rinkydinkythinky @just-pure-trash @blobsblobican @lcvgty-4929 @miss-ivy-kyle @redlightsrachaaa @or-was-it-just-a-dream @timelord-sorcerer @aesthetic-lyss

[juneofdoom]

June of Doom 2026 ⚡︎

Hola, Doomers! Ask and thou shalt receive: here be the June of Doom 2026 prompt list for all your doomsday planning! All the good stuff's below the cut!

Previous Dooms: 2023 || 2024 || 2025

What the heck's a June of Doom?

This is a month-long prompt challenge/ list/ event/ thing that focuses on whump, angst, hurt/ comfort, and the like. Despite the air of doom it exudes, this challenge is very relaxed—your mod knows life happens but you still want to be part of your fandom(s), and sometimes you can't just sit down 30 days in a row to write/ art/ create. So, this list is out stupid early every year so you have the chance to prepare and particiapte! It's never too soon to Doom!

Rules

Tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.

AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.

Be cool. We're cool here. Don't like, don't read. Don't start none, won't be none. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it. Let people be happy. 💕 (But if someone's comin' at you within the confines of this challenge, let me know ASAP.)

FAQ

You can participate with original and fan works!

You can do so with whatever medium you want!

You can combine this challenge with other challenges!

You can start/ finish this challenge whenever the heck you want! And I'll reblog it here if you tag the blog, even if it's not June!

You can use one, some, or all of the prompts listed for a given day however you want! The point is to be creative!

You can mix and match prompts from different days!

If nothing on a certain day is inspiring you, there are 15 alternate prompts this year consisting of last year's most popular prompts!

Angst, hurt/comfort, and lighter/funnier forms of whump are welcomed and encouraged! Torture takes many forms! :)

I'll post reminders and such as we get closer!

[AO3 Collection] - open late May 2026

And don't forget to tag @juneofdoom so I can reblog all of your amazing stuff here! (I typically only check the #juneofdoom and #june of doom tags during the event, so tagging the blog itself is the best way to ensure I see it and share it!)

If you have any questions, comments, shout outs, ideas, or just need some encouragement, inbox me anytime, June or not!

Have fun, Doomers! ⚡︎

2026 Prompt List ⚡︎

"Stay down." | Rules | Unfair Fight | Dehumanization

"You have to let me go." | Dying Alone | Drowning | Blame

"Give me another chance." | Trapped | Misunderstanding | Deception

"I won't leave you." | Dragged | Natural Disaster | Blankets

"It's no use." | Lost at Sea | Grief | Coughing Blood

"You're next." | Forced to Watch | Claustrophobia | Denial

"Can you hear me?" | Adverse Reaction | Fever | Buried Alive

"Don't you dare." | Protective | Revenge | Collared

"I made a mistake." | Crying | Friendly Fire | Broken Glass

"Where am I?" | Blind | Overthinking | Handcuffs

"Maybe it's better this way." | Left for Dead | Pressure | Anxiety

"Don't lie to me." | Last Wish | Hidden Injury | Stabilization

"I just want to forget." | Revealed Secret | Touch Aversion | Lost

"You'll have to do better than that." | Servant | Darkness | Trembling

"Watch out!" | Earthquake | Sandstorm | Flood

"Take me instead." | Kidnapping | Curse | Whimper

"I'm worried about you." | Nightmares | Missing Time | Concussion

"How long have you been like this?" | Withheld Medication | Below Zero | Weak

"Whatever happens…" | Major Character Death | Carry | Regret

"I'll be fine." | Self-Surgery | Crutches | Sprain

"This isn't over." | Heatwave | Spite | Dissociation

"You're still you." | Disability | Recovery | Quiet Company

"But you promised!" | Plea | Innocence | Unreliable

"Why are you looking at me like that?" | Drugged | Insecurity | Dislocation

"This is all my fault." | Confession | Fool | Pushed Away

"You're only making it worse." | Flare | Virus | Poison Ivy

"You're pathetic." | Kneeling | Muzzled | Manipulation

"No one can hear you." | Asphyxiation | Photograph | Stalking

"Trust me." | Forbidden Love | Doubt | Mind Control

"I thought you were dead." | Near-death Experience | Explosion | Guilt

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

"Are you scared yet?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Hopefully."

"You'll be okay. Maybe."

"Stay with me."

"Don't move!"

"I'll never stop."

Injury Reveal

Obsession

Bruises

Locked Door

Touch Starved

Bedridden

Scream

Bite

[bitchy-craft]

masterlist: manifestation methods☆*:

Robotic Affirming

The Easiest manifestation Method

The Manifestation Box Method

The Two Cup Method

The Pillow Method

The Shower Method

The Water Method

The Whisper Method

What I've manifested so far

masterlist: affirmation posts☆*:

abundance

beauty

clear skin

confidence

courage

glow-up

good grades I

good grades II

good luck

manifestation

millionaire

money

motivation I

motivation II

self love

self worth

success

wealth and riches

[dying-isnt-good-for-your-health]

Part 26 has been made!!

DpxDc Twitter Au Masterlist

I underestimated how much I was gonna make, so now *Masterlist* Starts below cut

1: The first one aka, Danny gets impromptu kryptonite surgery

2: He does a time travel and gets on the bat's radar

3: Hockey Puck appears!

4: Poor Kwan:( But vlads here, kinda

5: Tim used to write fanfics

6: To see the sun is weak

7: Vlad gets bullied because hes a bad dad

8: Gothamites get bullied, its fine tho, they're tough

9: Hes gotta stop joining evil circuses:/

10: Where are his parents? Who knows! They sure dont

11: Grave graverobber

12: Mild throwback to the first one

13: Wes' brothers exist

14: Robin tweets!

15: Hockey Puck is mentioned:D

15.4: A Hockey Puck doodle

16: Pookie the Chihuahua(canon character) is mentioned

17: Wes Gaslight, gatekeep, girlbossed

18: Danny ships Dr. Seuss characters

19: Dani Dani Dani Dani Dani, oh and Danny talking about Fawcett

20: New years with a hyper intelligent idiot

21: Vlad may be in danger

22: Bullies:0 On the internet:O

23: Danny might be in Canada

24: Superman is the fastest bird mammal

25: Robin breaks character

26: Wes read Transformers fanfiction

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up Masterlist / Stripclub Owner Sukuna headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight (final)

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and mafia related violence, some former trauma of reader, lots of smut and also fluff, watch Kuna morph into a softie hehe.- Ties into the Satoru x reader story Losing Control Now

FInished- WC 54k - ao3 link here - Playlist

Headcanons/story preview below!

Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?

Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'

Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.

Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'

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Pool Boy 4 Hire- S. Gojo

PoolBoy!Gojo x LonelyHousewife!Reader

summary: You don't hate your husband, you swear on your life, but sometimes you hate everything about him. Like his receding hairline, his liver spots, his inability to pay attention to you, and his goddamn stamp collection. But you did love him for one thing, and it was his stellar decision in hiring that lovely pool boy. warnings: MDNI, explicit smut , cheating and infidelity, age gap (reader is early thirties, Gojo is early twenties), afab reader, cliche plot, gojo is sort of a slut, but so is reader, and cheating again, loosely edited, prob contains typos word count: 4.5k sparkle divider- anitalenia

When your husband first told you that he had hired a pool boy, his words had gone in one ear and out the other, much like your words do when he’s focused on his fucking stamp collection while you’re trying to tell him your plans for the week. 

You didn’t give two shits who your husband hired to work around the house, so long as they would be your friends long enough to keep you company while he was away. You’d done this with the maid, the gardener, and the personal chef, but they were adults.

When he said he hired a pool boy, you imagined a chubby-cheeked, pimply teen boy–why would you, as a woman in her thirties, want to be friends with that? You could’ve been old enough to be his mother.

But when the pool boy your husband hired showed up, you realized he was anything but a boy. Granted, he was younger than you by about ten years, but there was no doubt that this man was grown. It threw you for a loop; he wasn’t what you imagined at all. 

So, when your husband casually dropped the ‘honey, this is Satoru, our pool boy,’ while introducing you to the tall, white-haired, muscular fellow, you didn’t know what to say.

You stammered–fucking stammered for an answer, which was embarrassing. Even more so when you caught that knowing smirk on Satoru’s mouth, as if he knew exactly what was going through your mind at that moment. 

Which was… a lot of things. 

A lot of sinful things that a married woman should not be thinking about when her husband is standing right in front of her. Admittedly, those inappropriate thoughts didn’t go away with the blaring sirens in your head telling you how wrong they were. 

Your brain kept a steady stream of them, ready to force them into your mind’s eye at any given time throughout your very boring and dreary days. 

And honestly, it wasn’t your fault–not entirely. 

Satoru was there so often that you couldn’t forget about him even if you wanted to. He showed up on time, three days a week, and not once has he missed a scheduled shift. 

Neither did you.

You were at your front door or waiting beside the pool, ready to greet him each time. 

 In truth, yes, you found him extremely attractive, but you had morals. Your husband might be neglectful, but cheating on him? 

You’d never.

So you did the next best thing when your moral compass pointed you in the right direction–no matter how badly you wanted to take that stupid fucking compass and shatter it into a million pieces on the ground– you became friends with Satoru. 

And, turns out, he’s lovely company. He was funny and attractive, and a giant flirt. He didn’t throw those cheesy old-man sayings at you that you used to find a little charming.

Satoru was attentive and observant, and he noticed things about you. He cared, or at least he pretended to. 

Like when you’d tell him about your lackluster plans for the day, and he’d say: ‘You’re staying in tonight? You should watch that new show I was telling you about. I think you’d really like it.’

 Or when you’d mention the drama you heard about at the country club that week.

‘Oh, Melissa’s husband left her for his mother’s hospice nurse? That’s insane, but that alimony check is going to feel so fucking good when it hits her bank account.’

Or when you’d spill about the overwhelming frustration your husband left you with every single night, though you only mentioned that part because you’d had one too many mimosas at brunch that morning.

‘He left you all alone again, and you want me to stay? You feeling lonely? Poor you. Okay, maybe I’ll stay an extra hour.’ 

He made you feel seen again. He looked at you like you were beautiful. He’d hand out compliments after compliments just to see you smile–and probably hand over extra tip money, which you always did because he really was working overtime to compensate for the lack of attention from your husband. 

There was a chance that he could be lying straight to your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that. You were so starved for attention that you were willing to pay for it.

And you’d do so on your husband’s dime because what else was he good for at this point? 

Sometimes you wondered if you hated him, and it was getting harder and harder to tell yourself that you didn’t.

You didn’t hate your husband. No, seriously, you didn’t. Maybe you disliked him heavily, but hate? No, that’s… that’s too far. He never did anything to you that warranted pure, unadulterated, seething hatred–how could he have? He was never around. The lack of calls, late nights, missed dinners, and the constant cleaning up of his little messes– now that was the cause for your dislike of him. 

But it was never enough to make you genuinely hate him.

Sure, you hated the marriage, but not him. You hated all of his stupid fucking quirks, like the way he’d puff out a breath when he’d take his spot on the couch, or the way he’d almost always wake you up by gagging himself with his toothbrush each morning, but you didn’t hate him. And you definitely hated his little collection of useless stamps he spent his free time obsessing over, but you swear on your life that you didn’t hate him.

As if those stamps would kneel in front of him for hours and hours, bruising their own knees while they sucked him off, and all for a crumb of attention, a morsel of consideration for all of their efforts. 

No, that was you who did that, not those stupid fucking stamps. 

Seriously, what’s the appeal of them? A little sticky square you put in the corner of an envelope? Who fucking cares?

You were bitter, but that’s to be expected after years in a marriage where you’re neglected and your love is never reciprocated. You were accustomed to how he used to treat you–that being like a fucking queen, as you should be, but things were different now. As soon as you blew out the birthday candles that were on top of your thirtieth birthday cake, your husband just stopped seeing you as his wife and more like his live-in maid. That revelation was like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped right over your head.

Perhaps you should have known better. After all, you pursued an older man who clearly had a thing for younger women; that’s why you both hit it off so well, but you assumed that when he asked for your hand in marriage, your husband at least grasped the concept of aging in that liver-spotted hand of his. 

Surely, he does! How can he not?! The man is twenty years older than you! His wrinkles are wrinkling deeper by the minute, he can’t hear as well as he used to, and you don’t think it’s just because he’s ignoring you anymore. He fucking collects stamps, and he’s got a hairline that is creeping all the way back. 

Yes. That’s right.

All. The. Way. Back.

And like that one song you hear constantly around the holidays, it didn’t show signs of stopping. You’d make a comedic connection about letting it snow and the dandruff that piled high on his shoulders, but he had already made you sick to your stomach enough for today, and you didn’t need to add fuel to the metaphorical fire; he was supplying your searing rage with adequate amounts of gasoline, wood, bone-dry grass, and more fucking gasoline by breaking the most harrowing news to you over breakfast one morning.

“We have to fire the pool boy.”

Oh, of course, we do… 

That’s the last thing in this godforsaken house that brings you a little bit of joy. Naturally, your husband wants to get rid of him. Probably to afford more fucking stamps that will sit in a glass cabinet and collect dust.

Since when is a small, sticky square more important than you?

“I don’t want to fire the pool boy,” you stated calmly, a stark contrast to the wrath raging inside of you. You sipped your tea from your intricate porcelain cup, pretending as though the conversation was over. 

But it wasn’t. 

In fact, it was far from over–your husband would make sure of it, but you were prepared to fight to stand your ground to keep that man employed, lest you wished to succumb to this dry spell you were in.

“You don’t pay the pool boy. I do,” your husband added.

“That’s right. You pay the pool boy to keep the pool clean–the pool I regularly use. If he goes, who will take care of the pool then?”

“I will.”

“Mhm…” you hummed, “I’d rather leave it to a professional.”

“Oh, please,” he arrogantly scoffed, “It’s a pool. How hard could it be to keep clean?”

“Do you even know what kind of pool we have?”

“The kind you swim in?” he offered, mockingly, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking peeved about it. Instead, you sipped your tea one more time, gently setting it down on its respective saucer. 

“It’s saltwater. Which is difficult to work with.”

It wasn’t actually hard to work with, or so Satoru said, but you were desperate to keep that pool boy around, so you didn’t mind lying.

“You don’t think I’d be capable of figuring it out?”

“I’m thinking less about you figuring out the process, and more about the effort you’ll have to put in. After all, the pool is more or less mine, and you’re not fond of taking the time to put forth effort into anything that relates to me or my interests-”

“You’re still on that?”

“I never got off of it to begin with. If you paid attention to me, you would’ve noticed.”

He rolled his eyes and abruptly pushed away from the table. As he stood, he said, “I pay attention to you, okay? I notice things.”

“Do you?” you countered, seeing if he’d notice the very obvious change in your hair that you’d had done yesterday at the salon. 

You told them to add highlights, and you also had it trimmed. There was also the new set of nails you had done, a striking blue that should have caught his attention. Or even the lash extensions you now have that were not there yesterday morning. 

“Of course, I do.”

You nodded, motioning for him to continue–to prove you wrong and show that he does notice things about you. “Go on.”

He sputtered out a chuckle, brushing you off yet again as he rounded the corner of the table and placed his hands on your shoulders. The way he was pressing his fingertips into you had your stomach rolling. “You get so bent out of shape, darling. You need to loosen up. Have a massage, go to the spa, get your nails done-”

You gritted your teeth at that.

“-whatever you need to do to turn that frown upside down.”

Blegh. 

God, he really was twenty years older than you, and it shows. How did you not see through his geriatric nature before? 

Oh, right. 

Money. 

He constantly threw it at you. At first, you thought it was to show you how much he cared, but you were starting to think it might’ve been a cover-up for his shitty personality. 

“Gotta go.” He pressed a chapped-lipped, chaste kiss against your temple before pushing away. “I won’t be home for dinner.”

“...shocker,” you grumbled, picking up your cup of tea again. 

“Don’t wait up for me, either,” he called as he continued to move out of the dining room. 

“...and I never do.”

  At eleven o’clock that morning, you were already lounging by the pool, waiting for your entertainment of the day to arrive. It was late summer, and the sun was showing absolutely no mercy as it pelted you with UV. It was pretty hot, too. Actually, it was the record high temperature for the season, or so the weatherman said over the little portable radio you always brought out with you. 

The overwhelming heat and harsh sun rays called for proper swimwear: a bikini. Naturally, it was the skimpiest one you owned– to allow for sufficient sun exposure and vitamin D retention, of course. It’s definitely not to catch Satoru’s attention at all; that’s an insane notion. 

He was your pool boy, not your pony boy.

Yet.

Over the weatherman on your radio, you heard the sound of the pool gate opening and then closing, followed by a low, impressed whistle. Immediately, it brought a smile to your face–your entertainment had arrived.

“Wow,” Satoru began, voice taking a playful lilt. Though you were lounging on your stomach with your eyes closed, you felt the relief from the sun as his shadow loomed over you. “Is that a new bikini? And a haircut, too?”

Grinning, you propped yourself up on your elbows, cheek resting in your palms as you gazed up at him through your sunglasses. 

“Like it?”

“Mm, I do.” He brushed a piece of your hair out of your face as his eyes traced down your form, settling on your ass for a second longer than was considered appropriate. “The bikini is nice, too. I like the color.”

There was compliment number one.

You raised your hand to him, showing off your new, glossy blue nails. “I had my nails done to match.”

“Yeah?” He took your hand in his, inspecting the new set with humored interest. “Or was it to match my eyes instead?”

You shrugged, bringing your hand back to your body as he moved to begin his job. “Maybe both.”

“The color suits you. Maybe too well.”

There was compliment number two.

“Thank you. My husband didn’t even notice them. Didn’t even say anything about my hair, either.”

“Really? That was the first thing I noticed.”

You got up from your spot in the lounger, trailing after him like you always do, to take your seat on the edge of the pool. Per usual, he cast you a brief, sly smirk when he noticed you following him. 

“Got any country club scandals for me today?” he asked, checking over the pool filters. 

“Obviously. Melissa got her alimony check, went on this massive shopping spree, and blew all of it in one day, and all because her ex-husband proposed to the hospice nurse he was cheating with.”

“But it’s only been a week.”

You nodded, finding it a little ridiculous yourself. “I know. And get this, another girl at the country club knows the hospice nurse’s mother, who told her that the reason for the quick engagement is because she’s pregnant.”

He paused, glancing at you with disbelieving eyes. “No...”

“Mhm. She’s four months along, which means he’s been cheating on Melissa for a while now, and all while his mother is lying in a bed, dying.”

“That’s… really fucked up, actually.”

“Tell me about it. He’s a neglectful husband and a neglectful son. Sometimes, men just suck. But not you.”

He chuckled, “No? You don’t think so?”

“Not at all. I think you’re pretty great. I bet you make your girlfriend really happy.”

His grin was infectious, but you knew that he instantly caught on to the hidden meaning behind your comment. 

“I appreciate the compliment, but I think you’re just dancing around asking me if I’m single. You can just ask, you know.”

“Okay. Are you single?”

“Very single,” he answered without missing a beat, “Having a girlfriend wouldn’t mesh well with my line of work.”

You tilted your head. “What do you mean? Cleaning pools?”

You heard his breathy exhale as he bent down to inspect the pool pump inside the utility box, disappearing from your view. “More like flirting with the lonely women, who are ignored by their husbands.”

Okay, so he wasn’t oblivious to the things he said. He was being a tease on purpose. 

“So, you are flirting with me?” you asked, feeling a spike of something warm in your blood. So warm that it prompted you to get into the water in an attempt to cool off.

He appeared in your line of sight again, a simpering grin toying at the corners of his mouth. “I thought that much was obvious.”

Coming to rest on the edge of the pool, right by the pool pump, you said, “I thought you were just…”

“Just what? Messing with you?” When you nodded, he playfully rolled his eyes and sank to your level at the edge. “I swear, you all think the same thing. And didn’t you just say you thought I was a great guy?”

“Sure. A great guy who forces himself to be nice to the touch-starved women he works for. It’s like charity, and we truly appreciate you for your service.”

He tutted, “You’ve got it all wrong, sweets. I flirt with you because I like it.”

“Even though I’m married?”

“Well, if your husband isn’t going to do it, someone has to. You’re too pretty not to be flirted with, and I’m too shameless not to flirt with a beautiful woman like you, married or not.”

And there was compliment number three, sliding past your morals that were up to bat in this metaphorical game of ethics, landing right in the catcher’s mitt of your very bad decisions. 

It was then that you realized that Satoru was a really, really good pitcher, and your morals were absolutely terrible against him. 

“Just how shameless are you?” you asked, subconsciously leaning closer, while he did the same. 

“Depends. How shameless do you want me to be?”

Satoru was a really, really good pitcher, always managing to strike out each and every one of your morals that were up to bat. 

And not only was he really, really good at pitching, he was also really, really good at eating pussy, too.

You came to that realization only moments after you concluded your conversation about how shameless he could get. The short answer to that was very shameless, considering the position you were in right now. 

You were just under the pool house veranda, pushed up against the wall, hidden from anyone who might peek out of the house, but not if they decided to venture toward the pool. Briefly, you thought that there was a thrill in being caught like this; it excited you more than you’d ever been in your boring years as a wife. 

He was on his knees in front of you, one hand holding your blue bikini bottoms to the side, the other massaging your bare thigh, while he demonstrated how shameless he could really be with his tongue lapping against your pussy.

“O-Oh…” you gasped, starstruck, brain-dead, and shocked all at the same time. Your fingers carded through his white hair in an attempt to grapple with reality–how was this real? Since when does oral ever feel like this?

 Tightening your grip, you pulled his mouth closer to your core, and moaned when you felt his satisfied hum vibrate against you. His tongue swirled over your clit greedily, like he was trying to taste you because he wanted to, which was a complete 180 to the rare occasions when your husband decides to poke you with the tip of his tongue a few times, like he’s afraid to get his mouth messy. 

Yeah, Satoru wasn’t like that at all.

He was sloppy, and he was good at being sloppy. 

Your hips softly rocked into his mouth, sliding over his tongue in a way that had a series of cold chills rushing down your spine. Your legs were already shaking from the nerves of doing something so bad, but now they were shaking from doing something that felt so fucking good, too. 

Thank God, Satoru noticed and, using his free hand, pinned your hips against the wall. However, with that restriction, he pulled his mouth away from your slick pussy, making you whine and tug on his hair again. The action made him chuckle as he tutted at your impatience, returning to your pussy to suck on your clit for only a second before pulling away again. 

Just as before, you tried to pull him closer, but this time, he reached up and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand away from his hair.

“All those times your husband left you unsatisfied in bed have you traumatized, doesn’t it?” he goaded as he released your wrist when he was sure you weren’t going to pull him closer again. Waiting for your response, Satoru looked up at you as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your bikini bottoms to pull them down your legs. When you didn’t answer–because you were staring at the godsend of a mouth on him–he continued, “Don’t worry. I’m not finished yet.”

Your bathing suit bottoms pooled around your ankles, and with a gentle tap to your calf, he silently told you to raise your foot so he could remove it. After doing so, he palmed the back of your thigh and raised it to rest on his shoulder. You nearly moaned from just the feeling of him skimming his hands over your outer thigh–that’s how touch-starved you had become since marrying your husband. 

Feather-light kisses pressed into your inner thigh, trailing toward your pussy, but never actually touching it. It was teasing at its greatest, torture at its worst; you were about to combust with sexual frustration.

“Please,” you whined, grabbing his hair again to bring him closer. Rather than telling you to stop, he sank his teeth into your flesh, the feeling startling enough to make you stop. 

Lapping over the bite, he asked, “How often does your husband have the pleasure of being face down between these legs?”

If you hadn’t been mentally short-circuiting, you might’ve laughed. When was the last time your husband went down on you? So long that you couldn’t even remember when.

“Seldom,” you managed to bite out. “He doesn’t like to… do this.” 

You felt Satoru’s smug grin trace over your skin before he sucked a small bruise onto your inner thigh. Releasing your flesh with a light ‘pop’, he drew back just a bit before bringing his fingers to his mouth to wet them. 

“That’s sort of selfish, don’t you think?” he mused, leaning back into your pussy, while also inching his fingers inside of you. The combination of it was otherworldly and had your back slightly arching off the wall in order to press your pussy into his mouth. 

“H-He’s not–fuck–not great at it.” 

“What a shame…” he mumbled, amused by your answer, before giving in and pressing his tongue against you again. 

With the warmth of his palm splayed out over your thigh to stabilize you, his fingers hitting oh so deep in your pussy, and soft, yet precise movements of his tongue over your clit, you were building toward the first orgasm you’d had in months. No longer were you able to rock your hips to establish your own rhythm; you were now led by the pace Satoru decided, which, admittedly, was really good. 

“Oh, please, don’t stop,” you panted, “Don’t stop, don’t st-”

Your orgasm hit you then, so quick and harsh that it actually brought tears to your eyes. You shuddered against his bruising grip on your thigh, grabbing onto his hair to bring him closer as your other leg almost gave out on you, too. Luckily, you still had the wall behind you for support. 

The euphoric pleasure washed over you in pulsing waves, radiating toward your limbs from where his tongue met your pussy. And just as quickly as you felt satiated, you began to feel overstimulated.

Gasping and teary-eyed, you pulled him away from your pussy so you could breathe again and watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, trying his best to fight back an arrogant grin. 

“Now what?” you asked through ragged breaths.

Your question served to make him laugh. “What do you mean, ‘now what’? I mean, if you want to return the favor, be my guest-”

“No, not that. I want you to fuck me.”

Chuckling, he reached over to grab your bikini bottoms. “Mm, as tempting as that sounds, I can’t do it today.” Bringing both of your hands to his shoulders, he then held the blue thong out for you to step into, which you did. 

“Why not?”

The damp clothing was dragged up your legs until he settled it in its original place, high on your hips. 

“Well, first, I have another house I need to be at within the hour, and second, you should probably come to terms with your infidelity before going all the way. It’ll save us both the awkwardness of you crying in the middle of sex because you feel guilty.”

“Speaking from experience?”

Satoru playfully shrugged and pushed himself to stand on his feet. “Maybe. I’m the only pool boy for this entire neighborhood, and if you think you’re the only lonely housewife I work for, you’d be mistaken. But you are the only one who was able to match a bikini to my eye color so perfectly, so I commend you for that.”

“Ouch…” you exhaled an amused sigh. “So, you’re saying I’m unoriginal.”

“Very,” he agreed, just as humorous as you. “But I appreciate the effort always. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Melissa from the next block over just divorced her husband, and the first thing she bought with her alimony was a month of services from me.”

Your mouth fell open in shock as you recounted the few times you gushed about your pool boy to Melissa at the country club. “Hey, she only booked because of me!”

“I know,” he teasingly said, “I should really start offering referral discounts or something.” 

After situating your bathing suit to cover your body properly, you led Satoru to the front gate where his car was parked. 

“I’ll be back Thursday.”

You offered him a small wave, saying your goodbyes, but it wasn’t until he was halfway to his car that you remembered something. 

“You better not tell Melissa I said anything about her ex-husband, or his pregnant hospice nurse mistress.”

Satoru almost looked offended as he pulled open his car door. “I would never. Country club gossip stays between you and me.”

When he was gone, and you finally entered the house again, you started devising a plan of how you were going to convince your husband to keep your pool boy.

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Bird Watching

Construction Worker!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x single mom!reader

‘Birds of a feather,

We should stick together, I know,

I said I’d never,

Think I wasn’t better alone’

Part one (2.3k words)

Part two (2.4K words)

Part three (3.6k words)

Part four (4.5k words)

Part five (6.3k words)

Part six (8.8k words)

Part seven (5.4K words)

Part eight (coming soon)

‘I knew you in another life,

You had that same look in your eyes,

I love you,

Don’t act so surprised’

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Beneath the Bones of the Land - Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Reader (Farmer Au)

Series Summary: Inheriting the old farmhouse of your grandmother, you move to a town that watches you from the fields and makes the pines lean too close, and it isn’t long before you begin to fear you’ll lose your mind the way she did.

Word Count: 6.4k (more to come)

Warnings: Slow-burn; blood drinking and blood loss (graphic descriptions); violence (graphic, physical harm, mentions of family murder, killings); gentle possessiveness; hurt/comfort; redemption themes; death of minor characters; supernatural horror elements (vampires, blood rituals); town lore; non-consensual mind influence/compulsion; descriptions of grief and past trauma (reader and Bucky); mentions of manipulation and implied non-consensual blood rituals; implied and referenced death; feelings of isolation, depression; stalking; vampirism; emotional manipulation under supernatural influence; gore; blood and injury descriptions; imprisonment and restraint; mentions of war; implied generational abuse of power; psychological horror, dread, fear, and body horror elements; mildly suggestive intimacy in blood-sharing context

Author’s Note: Here we are, people!! I was honestly so nervous to post this first part because this whole thing is unlike anything I’ve written before. I’ve been wanting to try a new direction, a new texture of storytelling, something a little darker, a little stranger, a little unhinged. This piece is still inspired by the prompts vampire and farmer au I received from @artficlly during her lovely spin the trope event so I just wanted to send out some much needed love to her, because I regained some of my energy while writing and this truly would not exist otherwise!! Honestly, there is so much of my other work that has received more attention, and I definitely should be working on other things right now, but this idea simply would not let me go. I just needed to give it a longer span. And a few of you left me such sweet, encouraging comments that truly mean the world, so thank you, you made me brave enough to lean in and share this as dramatic as it sounds lmao. Also, I have never had this many warnings on a fic before, so that should say something. Please read them properly before diving in. And if something here might trigger you, please proceed with caution. You come first, always!! Enough with my rambles now, hope you enjoy!! ♡

Masterlist

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♱ Chapter one

♱ Chapter two (coming on 21.07)

♱ Chapter three

♱ Chapter four

“It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.”

- Yehuda HaLevi