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Moon Knight

Moon knight

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Concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat.

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Hey sorry if I’m sending this a second time tumblr crashed on me but do you think you could do something for Bassam 👉👈 theres literally nothing for him and he may be my favorite of his characters after Will Dempsey and Marc Spector

I was thinking something he says he knows this great tea place and he practically drags reader there just for it to be…ok so he’s like well I’ll make up for it with a kiss jokingly and then he actually does

First, I am so, so sorry this has taken so long <3 This idea is just so sweet! Bassam my beloved! I could write a symphony about his hair. (I also need to appologise as it has been a very long time since I saw Body of Lies (it was pre my oscar isaac era).)

Tea

Bassam x gn!Reader • Rating: pg+ pals  •  Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Bassam takes you out for tea.

Warnings: Reader enjoys tea, fluff, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 390

“It’s excellent, I swear, the best tea you’ve ever had.” Bassam grins at you, so pleased that he’d managed to convince you to go there with him. He’s practically vibrating with happiness when two istikana cups are placed in front of you. 

The smell of cardamom wafts around you heavily from the dark amber liquid. You stir the tea slowly, mixing in the thick layer of sugar at the bottom of the glass. Steam rises into the air.

Bassam stirs his eagerly for barely two seconds before he pours a sizable amount from the istikana glass into the saucer to cool before drinking it now in a greedy gulp. His throat bobs as he swallows and pauses. 

A slight frown crosses his face, a furrow of his brow and a wrinkle of his nose. 

You bite back the smile that threatens to surface. There’s something about his expression that reminds you of an outraged kitten. 

“What is it?” You ask and he shakes his head, takes another sip from the glass, this time. 

He swears quietly. 

“What?” You raise your own glass to your lips. 

“It’s burnt.” He looks utterly crestfallen. 

You take a sip anyway, letting the flavour spread across your tongue. It’s not bad, there’s only a slight bitterness to the tea at the end of the flavour. In fact, you would call it pretty good. The blend is a high quality with the correct amount of cardamom to complement it and not completely overwhelm.

“The water must have been too hot when the leaves were added.” He sighs.

You give him a sympathetic look. “Bassam, it’s hardly burnt, really.” You take another sip to show him. “It’s good.” 

He shakes his head. “It’s not as good.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s silly, I know, but I wanted you to taste it like it tasted the other day.” He glances around a little, and then shakes his head. “Must be different staff today.” 

“Well, I like it.” You purposefully finish the rest in one mouthful and he gives you one of his sweet smiles. 

“I’ll have to make it up to you.” He says with a nod. 

You chuckle. “We can go here again, I don’t mind.” 

“I was thinking more…” He leans closer to you. “That I could say sorry with a kiss?” 

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PROMISES

Summary: Steven and Marc open another door to the memories. Only this time, it's not theirs.

(Jake Lockley x reader)

A.N: I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.

I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i'll correct it asap. I don't mean to disrespect anyone

Disclaimer: spoilers for ep5 of moonknight, maybe incorrect spanish

Gifs not mine

Marc had to hold back Steven as he ran into every door. The smooth white tiles of the psychiatric hospital was starting to make him nauseous. Steven on the other had was livid. His whole life was a lie and all he wanted to know was the truth. He felt the tears collect in his eyes as he pushed open another door and strode in, ignoring Marc's pleas.

This memory was different than the others. It was a beautiful sunny day, on the beach. Steven knew this wasn't his memory and look over at Marc who was equally as surprised.

"This is not my memory, Steven."

"Neither is it mine, mate."

Steven looked around, trying to find out something that could link a memory. Maybe he had come here on vacation?

"Oi mate, look over there!"

Marc snapped Steven out of his thoughts. He followed Marc's gaze and saw a girl running a hand through their hair. The pair walked closed to the couple and saw a man lazily humming a song, with his eyes closed as the woman stared into the horizon, massaging his scalp.

To say that they were both shocked was an understatement. Marc was confused. He only knew of Steven as an alter. But since it was clearly his body lying on the woman's lap, he wasn't sure anymore.

"Esto es agradable" (this is nice), the woman said. Steven had never heard such a melodious voice and by the look on Marc's face neither had he. Marc was growing more confused by the second. He didn't know Spanish and had never seen you before either. But he felt a familiarity with the woman. He felt safe.

"Hmm." The man hummed, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his head. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Steven knew that look. It was one of pure love and adoration. He had seen Marc wear the same look for Layla.

"Ojalá pudiéramos quedarnos aquí para siempre." (I wish we could stay here forever) She whispered, looking down at him. He placed his palm on her cheek and she leaned into his warm touch. He picked himself off the the sand and sat next to her. 

"Oh cariño. I'm so sorry. You know that's not possible." She knew the truth about him and sighed sadly. Steven wondered why he couldn't stay longer. Who in their right mind would leave such a pretty woman?

"I can't promise you forever, my estrellita (star), but i can promise you tonight." He smashed his lips onto hers as they fell into the sand. He let his hands travel up her skirt and she let her fingers entangle in his hair. She had never felt so alive and grinned wildly at him when they broke apart for air. 

"You better fulfill your promise before you go then."

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Hey if you're still taking them, HC for the Moon Boys with a girlfriend that's taller than them?

I'm taller than my partner and I know Oscar's wife is taller than him and I just love it. I always felt weird being a "tall girl" and that guys would be intimidated by me but I just want to be baby 🥺

Okay so i'm short af lmao. I tried to do this req justice because my best friend is like a coconut tree and she keeps complaining about how people get intimated by her height.

Anyways, you go girl for being tall 💗💗

(English is not my first language. Please pardon any grammatical errors. Gifs used, not mine)

Steven would absolutely love that you're tall. Since he isn't always confident about himself, he is pretty much used to being pushed around. But when you're with him, people generally treat you guys better. You might feel bad that youre getting special treatment because of your height but then one look at Steven when people actually acknowledge him, all that vanishes. If Steven's happy, you're happy. He also lets you rest your arms on his shoulder. (He's a softie for back hugs)

Marc wouldn't care that you're taller than him. I mean, he literally has to deal with a 7-8 ft tall pigeon on a daily basis so he wouldn't mind the height difference at all. The best part of your height is that he gets to be babied by you. He loves your soft side. After the exshausting nights he spends being the avatar of Khonshu, all he wants is to hug you and sleep. When you hug him from the side, he gets totally engulfed by you. The action causes him to relax fully and it gives him a sense of security that helps him get through the nights without many nightmares.

Jake would 100% make tall people jokes. He'd purposefully keep stuff in the lower cabinets so that you'd have to bend down. (Cue a smack on your ass 😉) He'd also be the one to make the most of your height. During Halloween season, I'm pretty sure he'd make you dress up as a sky dancer. When you guys go out, he makes sure to look extra menacing to anyone who even thinks of commenting on your height.

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Rules and Consequences

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Orderly!Blue Jones x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Blue is a warning himself, use of drugs/sedatives, non-con/dub-con, dark-ish!blue jones, p in v sex, nsfw, not beta read, potential typos.

A/n: That's the thought I had about Blue :>

Summary: Blue let you immediately know there are rules to be followed but after you were caught misbehaving, he introduced you to the consequences.

He gave you a simple, easy to follow rule.

Just stay in your room. No matter who wanted you to come out, it was a direct order from Blue himself.

But after one of his girls convinced otherwise, it didn’t take long for a guard to catch you and drag you to Blue’s office.

“Give her the one that will calm her down.” Blue ordered calmly but it was laced with annoyance. He watched the guard pull out a syringe filled with a substance and injecting the very thin needle into your neck.

“On the desk.” Blue gestured and you were firmly planted ontop his office desk. Blue gave the guard a silent command to leave and as soon as you both were alone, he sauntered over to you.

Blue tsked. “Sweetie you know we have rules.” he lectured in a mocking tone as he leaned down until he was at eye level with you. “And we have consequences.”

He firmly gripped your jaw. “You couldn’t even follow one rule? One simple rule?” with each word his grip became tighter.

“That g-girl, she convinced me.” You hushed out with a tremble in your voice.

Blue’s demeanor switched to gentle and caring, his hand released you and began caressing your cheek softly, but his eyes didn’t change, they were still cold and calculating.

“Convinced you?” He mimicked mockingly, giving a subtle pout. “Honey, my girls know how to behave, they know their place.”

He moved slightly closer. “You however seem like you don’t know your place.” Blue cupped your cheeks gently. “You were bad, and bad girls need punishment to learn.”

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Want me to give you a feel of the consequences?” He gave you another soft kiss before humming. “Of course you do, you want to be a good girl for me, hm?”

Blue’s hands moved to the waistbant of your pants, the liquid you were injected with made it impossible for you to fight back, forcing you to let it happen. When he was done undressing you he tugged you closer to the edge and stepped between your legs.

He pressed himself against you, grinding his bulge on you, the contact made you gasp slightly as he worked to free his cock.

“I’ll make sure you will be good. For me.” He said in a low tone, one of his hands reached for his cock, stroking it slowly while the other worked on your clit making sure you’re wet and ready for him.

When he felt your wetness he raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh so you want to be punished by me?” his lips turned into a slow, wicked grin.

Blue gave you one more second to get ready as he grabbed your ass and spreading your legs further and positioned his cock at your pussy.

You felt his tip slowly easing into your tightness, making you grip his wrist and groan as he pushed deeper. He parted his lips with the tip of his tongue, watching your expression while starting to thrust slowly.

“Feels good getting put back in your place by me, dollie?” he squeezed your thighs possessively.

You didn’t say anything but the soft noises coming from you convinced Blue that you were enjoying yourself and he loved every second of it. Blue couldn’t resist to pick up the pace, earning more noises from you.

“Enjoying yourself there?” He teased, squeezing your thighs again.

His cock dragged against your g-spot perfectly and he fucked you harder, hitting your most sensitive spots. You weren’t sure if whatever has been injected into you made your pleasure intensify or if you’ve gone crazy and actually enjoyed Blue’s cock.

You were pushed out of your thoughts when you heard him again. “Wanna be a good girl for me?”

Your mouth opened faster than you could think and you nodded slightly. “Yes..”

Blue grinned, his hand slipping down to rub your clit while now thrusting sloppily into you that had you see stars.

“Then fucking cum on my cock.” He demanded, putting more pressure on your clit. With one last rub, you squirt all over his cock, panting heavily from exhaustion while Blue finished a second later with a groan.

He pulled out with a sigh, tucking his softened dick back into his pants, not bothering to help you, instead he gently pinched your cheek.

“Clean yourself up and straighten your clothes, you’re going back into your room."

Blue watched with a pleased expression as you hesistantly complied with his order before dismissing you right in time as a guard came in.

“Guard, would you be so nice and drug her again?” Blue said in a serious tone, fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket. “Clearly she needs more than one lesson.” he shot you a slight smirk. “Oh and cuff her to the bed... for her own safety.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “What?! But I thought we settled this!” you were roughly grabbed by the arm and dragged out of Blue’s office.

Blue laughed and called after you. “Consequences sweetheart, none of my girls are allowed to forget who she belongs to.”

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Reed Richards x fem!reader x Sue Storm

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Summary: You agree to be a surrogate for Reed and Sue, and Sue wants to watch Reed breed you.

Warnings: FFM Threesome, F/F and M/F. Reeds dick stretches. Unrealistic sex. It's kinda weird to be honest but we're all adults here. Use of Sue's powers. bREEDing kink. Mentions of infertility. cervix penetration THIS ISNT REALY SEX ITS GOOFY SUPERHERO SEX Reader is happily a surrogate everyone is down with the arrangement and the method so don't come cryiiiiiing to me about this being cheating lol.

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Reed Richards was a thorough man. When you initially offered to be a surrogate for Reed and Sue when they were unable to conceive, you assumed it would be through IVF. However, as rounds had been done and no pregnancy came, you found yourself nearly as disappointed as your friends were.

It was you who initially proposed it. Reed was thinking it (as he always did) but could never have gotten the words out of his mouth if he had wanted to suggest it. Sue would never ask that of you. 

The only way to have a chance for this to work was so Reed to fuck you.

It was Sue that took the lead making everyone comfortable. You were all already friends, but she thought it was best to treat the night like a date; make Reed and you more comfortable, but also to foster attraction. There were a few reasons:no one wanted the conception of their child to be clinical lest it become a bad memory, Reed needed to not be too in his head or else he wouldn’t be able to stay hard if he spiraled, and Sue wanted it to feel good for you. If you were uncomfortable, stressed, or if any part was painful, the chances of conception were lower, and more importantly, she valued what you were willing to do.

That’s why Sue’s mouth was between your legs right now.

It was every mans dream, to watch his beautiful wife making love with a beautiful woman, but it wasn’t something Reed Richards thought much of. He had the world’s hottest wife he somehow managed to woo, what more could he ask for? Threesomes were never something they ever brought up. But right now, Sue’s blonde hair bobbing as she licked and sucked and prepared you to take him, he wondered why the thought had never crossed his mind. It was so natural, the dynamic between the three of you. So much ease and attraction.

Sue sat up, mouth glistening with your cum and her fingers plunged deep inside your pussy. He rapidly fingered you, looking over to Reed touching himself over his slacks as he watched; his white tank top was beginning to be drenched in sweat. 

“Gonna get her ready to take you, babe. Make sure you can get nice and deep inside.” She grabbed the tie hanging loosely around his neck, as disheveled as Reed looked. Sue yanked him towards her. Reed kissed your slick off her face as Sue brought you to a second orgasm

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You’d never felt anything so fucking deep in your life.

Fingers grip at the soft sheets of their giant bed, your body begging for something to hold on to as Reed humped you hard and fast. He was so need, desperate to please, desperate to fill you up with his seed until you bloated; first from cum, then with his baby.

“Reed…” His back was clawed to all oblivion as it was, but still your hands found him. You were almost unable to stay away, not while his cock was making you see stars. Every thrust was accompanied by the tap of the headboard on the wall and Sue’s cunt squelching in time as she fingered herself.

Sue’s sweet lips found your neck, leaving her lipstick behind on your skin just as you’d seen it on Reeds over the years when he thought he was wiped clean. 

“Doing so good, babe” The cooing of her soft voice caused your cunt to clench, and Reed smiled against your skin.

“She likes that.” He tells his wife. “Got so fucking tight just now, keep talking to her baby, please? Gonna cum, gonna fill our girl up with our baby.”

There was nothing Sue wanted to do more than to talk you both through it.

Manicured fingers caress your face, sending chills through your body. The smell of wetness lingers on her like the perfume she always wears; you want to bottle it, wear it on you always as if she has her claim staked on you.

“You like when I talk to you, pretty girl?” She waits until you nod. “You look so good like this, my husband’s cock inside you, taking him to give us our baby…”

Reed gasps, almost cumming right there on the spot, but he had a specific plan; a way to make sure it took. Sue looked to Reed, giggling a bit. “Oh, I know you like being talked through it, don’t you worry.” She kissed his cheek. “Are you ready, my love?”

Nodding his head vigorously, Reed told you both he was close. Pulling away from you, you felt cold. You wanted Reed close again, but Sue’s mouth kissed down your neck and to your breasts. She sucked on the nipples, cupping the swell on your underboob and playing with the sensitive skin. It felt incredible, feeling her mouth while Reed damn near fucked you into the mattress. Sweat slicked your skin, dripping down your face as it did Reed’s salt-and-pepper hair. The little curl that dropped down to his forehead glistened.

Her hand sprawled out over your stomach, where her baby would soon be. She let go on your breasts, laving out her tongue for one more lick, then sat up and helped you do the same against some pillows. All three of you watched as your stomach grew invisible.

Your mouth gapped as you looked at what she was showing you; Reed’s uncut member thrusting into your body, deeper than anything had ever been inside you in. It was incredible, how he made his way into your body, your insides making room for him as they move around for his child that would grow inside you. Your whole body changing for him, for them. Your breasts would swell and leak, stretch marks and aching, and god, every second would be worth it to be claimed by them. Sue and Reed Richards, the heroes of earth, your friends. 

When you felt him hit your cervix, your body jolts in a gasp and Sue’s free hand holds yours. “Don’t worry, pretty baby, we’re gonna take care of you.”

Reed entered deeper, the tip of his cock going small enough to enter into the cervix. Breath catched, a tightness so deep in your chest it feels like he’s penetrating your lungs although you know that’s not it, he’s just… impossibly deep. Impossibly full.

“Oh fuck…” Eye wide and staring at him moving inside you, you moans out again and again as Reed  fucks into you, his own breaths growing eratic. He places a hand over Sue’s, and you put your hand over theirs. Together.

Reed’s hips begin to stutter, groaning loudly as his seed pours into your womb. You can see the white cum flood your insides, coating you, ensuring every single bit of sperm has a chance. You can even see your muscles contract around his cock as you cum with him, milking every lost drop from his body.

*Flop!*

 Reed collapses on top of you, his wide, sweaty body pressing you into the mattress while Sue lays beside you both. While she touches herself to orgasm, she watches you both kiss and then joins in.

“It’ll work… I know it will…” Reed mutters against both your lips. “It takes a few hours before the sperm reaches the egg, 12-24 hours normally but with this enhanced process perhaps a shorter time span. Even then, 6 to 12 days until the fertilized travels fallopian tubes and then needs to implant in the uterin-”

“Reed.” Sue’s voice snaps him out of his rant, and he looks at her confused. “She doesn’t need numbers right now. Hold her.”

“Oh.” You can see the realization dawn on him. “Quite right.” Reed turns back to you, his lips soft on the tip on your nose, Sue’s finger nails trailing you and Reed’s bare skin. “You did so good, darling. Our perfect girl.”

It was Sue’s turn to kiss you, then Reed. “Thank you for doing this for us. We can’t ever say thank you enough.”

You begin to catch your breath, Reed still plugged inside you. He wasn’t wasting a drop.

“Don’t thank me yet… we don’t know if it worked but…” You feel your stomach, fingers squeezing between you and Reed. “I think you’re gonna be parents.”

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dante alighieri- his higher purpose

Summary: You’ve known Dante since childhood. He’s exiled and distressed now, but you still see something worth saving in him. (18+, oral- fem receiving, marriage, historical inaccuracy, ~2.7k)

A/n: Written in tandem with the Nick fic you can read here.

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“My father sends his apologies for not coming himself,” you say as you set the bag of coins on Dante’s desk.

The guard escorting you, someone your father trusts, eavesdrops from the doorway.

Dante’s hands take the bag, his fingers overlapping with yours as much as he dares.

You pull away, both from his touch and from his grateful expression.

Maybe once, what was between you two could have been something worth him writing a glorious poem about. Instead, he’d been too fixated on his work, and now that you're of age, the man you’d been betrothed to on paper when you were ten is due to claim you for marriage in the fall.

He smiles sadly. “Your father would not be so generous if he knew that my work is not going well.”

His soulful, brown eyes gaze up at you, not at the parchment in front of him. As if you are the work, and not the words.

“I cannot find forward progress within myself,” he says. “I’m fragmented. I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. I-“

He covers his lips with his fist.

You glance at the guard, to ensure he isn’t looking. Then, you rest your hand on Dante’s shoulder. His body relaxes as if he’s found shade in an endless desert. It may be like that for him. He’s been in exile for some months, and a lifetime of it yet to endure.

“My father bade me to encourage you. Not just with gold, but with word of his continued faith in your writing,” you say softly. “He has not forgotten you.”

“And you?” Dante’s fingers circle your wrist. His thumb strokes the fluttering pulse under your skin. “Do you have faith in me?”

“I have faith that God’s will be done,” you say, which is no answer at all really, and you both know it. Your relationship with God is as complicated as your one with the man in front of you.

You pull your hand away. Dante’s drops with a dull thud to his wooden desk. His fingers are ink stained and rough looking. He doesn’t look healthy. He sometimes suffers so poorly his body is wracked with shivers, or he passes into sleep suddenly.

Your heart twists. Not only with sympathy, but with a longing that you have never been able to rid yourself of.

“Perhaps you should find solace away from this room,” you say cautiously. “You don’t need new inspiration. You have found peace in the past. You should visit again those places which gave your soul the ability to write. A treasured book, or memory.”

His dark eyes shine in the reflection of the candlelight. He sits up straighter, hearing the truth beneath what you say.

“I know of such a place. And if that place would have my wretched existence, then I would gladly take up residence and never leave.” The tips of his fingers catch the sleeve of your dress. He rubs the fabric in his fingertips. “Give your father my many thanks for sending the gold, and moreover, with you as its bearer.”

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The old castle keep has seen many a secret meeting. The maze-like, small rooms and its location away from the well traveled roads through the city make it ideal for such interactions, be they romantic or criminal.

Slipping away from your family and servants was the most difficult part. That no one would suspect you to cause such trouble, though, worked in your favor. No one checked your bed at night.

You hope you know exactly how to find Dante in the keep.

He’s new to this city, though he’d visited many times when your fathers had business together. Your families are old ones, and have long been allies.

You and the serious, Florentine boy with dark, curly hair and a profile that made you rapt with admiration, had spoken for many hours, played in the shade of the trees under the watchful gaze of the sun and stars. You’d been enthralled with each other.

You were little older than children when you'd shared an innocent kiss here. Dante and his father were visiting on a brief visit. The thrill of it all is like pure summer sun, even now.

In a forgotten room amongst even these abandoned halls, a tiny scrap of paper catches your eye. It leans against the wall. A rough laurel leaf is drawn on it. Dante had always brought a branch with him on his visits, saying it symbolized his search for wisdom.

This is the room.

There he sits, in a saffron-colored robe, his dark curls glinting in the moonlight that filters in through the broken window.

He reclines on the stone bench attached to the wall, his heavy eyelids closed. A thick book accompanies him, as one often does.

“Dante,” you whisper as you softly enter, closing the old door behind you.

“My darling.” His eyes fly open and he moves his book aside.

You sit a fair distance apart, but he slides quickly over, so his leg presses against yours. Even now, he looks better than he did before, less despondent.

He takes your hand in both of his and begins kissing it. His lips are soft and moist as he kisses every single spot on your hand and works his way up to your wrist, turning it to kiss inside and all over again.

You feel things you never dared to allow yourself. Love. Lust. Want flows through your veins.

“Please,” he begs, the pathetic word falling from his lips as if he can’t help himself. “For years, I have thought of you like this. Watching as we grew, knowing you would go to another. If you would only let me do that which I do not deserve.”

You don’t object when he sinks to his knees in front of you and pushes up your skirt and chemise with reverent care.

You decide that it cannot be a sin to lie with someone so touched by holiness.

He’s brilliant. He always has been. Madness, sickness, treachery, he’s been accused of them all. But you know Dante Alighieri. His purpose in life is his weight to bear. You’re the one thing that has always made him feel lighter. And you need him. He is the foundation of your very soul.

Dante kisses your knees in turn, then slowly drags his lips up your inner thighs, making you shiver.

“You tether me to this earth,” he whispers against your skin.

You let your fingers stroke through his beautiful, dark curls. “No, not that. You should not be so tethered. You’re meant to live in the skies, to write of what you see, so that we might all experience a piece of it.”

“My dear one, if you only knew of what I was writing. It tortures me. It will not escape my mind. I can find no way to make it work.”

His soft lips kiss the sensitive bump between your legs. The one you sometimes touch when you think of him.

You pull your dress up more, so you can see him between your legs.

“I thought my only duty was to write. I am a failure. But this, here.” His fingers press lightly between his lips and your moist folds. “You will show me the way. Serving you is part of my greater purpose.”

His mouth dives onto you. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue seeking inside of your body so that you have to clutch his hair just to feel like you won’t float away. Dante pulls your hips closer to his face. No man has ever feasted as he does on you now. Moaning, grunting, his tongue filling you thickly, his lips sucking on you greedily.

You bite your lip hard, tasting blood, to keep from screaming his name.

He laps at you thoroughly, like every drop of you is precious and delicious. His beautiful nose nudges at the bud above of your wetness and your back arches almost painfully as bliss explodes in every part of your body. It feels better than heaven ever could.

Even as his mouth gentles on you, he doesn’t stop. His tongue is softer as he cleans you of your release.

You tug at his hair, encouraging him up, only wanting him to feel the same as you have just felt. One of his knees rests on the bench as he pulls up his tunic, quickly undoing the ties of his underclothes to free himself. You’re both breathing heavily again. The sound of it fills the small, secluded room. He guides your hand around him, encouraging you to stroke up and down. A rough moan escapes him and he bites his other hand to keep from crying out again.

He’s thick and hard in your hand, but the skin is so soft. It makes between your legs ache anew. You can’t imagine your first time being one of pain and awkwardness, if it were with Dante.

You move your hand faster and faster. Dante’s eyes stare at you, dazed and hot, the curls of his hair shaking as he puts his hand over yours. He guides the tip of his cock downward, at your thighs, shooting thick ropes of hot liquid onto your skin.

He pants out breath, releasing your hand immediately. You lift your fingers to your mouth to taste him. Dante watches, licking his lips. Then, his own fingers reach down between your legs. He rubs his release into your skin. It cools quickly, sticky and tight.

When he seems satisfied with is work, he carefully pulls down your clothes, making sure you’re comfortable before returning himself into his cotton underclothes. He sits next to you, pulling you close so he can kiss your face and head.

The night is quiet and still again.

“I really only meant for us to speak tonight, as innocent as all of those years past," he says close to your ear.

“I do not believe that for a moment.”

His dark, brown eyes shine at you in the moonlight before he glances around the empty, dusty room. “Well, you do at least deserve better treatment than this.”

“If that was what you consider poor treatment of a woman, then I fear for my own sanity during future encounters,” you joke.

Dante laughs silently. “You are worth heaven and earth to me. I hope you can at least believe that.”

His smile disappears entirely as he lifts your hand to his lips again. Only one this time. A firm press to your finger, where perhaps, a ring might go.

“I will fix this. I know of the man to whom you’re betrothed. He lives two days ride from here.” Dante holds your hand delicately, a noticeable contrast from what had happened minutes earlier. “I’m not sure if your father will agree, but perhaps the man has found another, or maybe he can be convinced.”

“Dante,” you say lovingly, resting your hand on the smoothness of his cheek, “you cannot involve yourself.”

“Your father is too wise a man not to know what we feel. This other man, who would take you from your family and from me, he was almost of age when you were betrothed to him, but you were a child. Now that you’re both the age of reason, he will see the match was not to be. It's common enough, breaking a contract in this manner.”

You’re afraid to speak what you feel. Dear Dante’s plans rarely work out. Still, his melancholy hope catches on your heart.

“We are meant to be one,” he says in a quiet, holy voice.

You can’t help but wonder if perhaps your father had sent you to Dante on purpose. Not for this, of course, a scandal and sin. But so that you might connect again, to see if your souls were still intertwined. Your father had never wavered in his support for Dante. Perhaps he hadn’t done so, because he knew one day, you would be his.

*****

The marriage is a delicate proposition.

Dante’s family is important, but his own position is tenuous. He’s on the outs with almost everyone. Only being in your father’s good graces had ensured part of Dante’s money and legacy had followed him out of Florence when he was exiled.

People say Dante married you to make himself respectable again.

What, people gossip, could you possibly see in him? He argues with people about the minutiae of things. He’s intelligent, but not a well man. He has no political ambitions anymore. No ambition at all, that people can see. He keeps strange counsel.

The wedding feast put everyone’s gossip to rest.

Your father invited everyone he could, sparing no expense. Every woman who congratulated you coveted your gown, billowing blue and dripping lace. Though, what they were truly jealous of was the way Dante looked at you. He hardly looked anywhere else.

He was always there, holding your hand in his. Every word you uttered brought a smile to his lips.

By the end of the wedding the new gossip was that a baby was likely already on its way. Also, that you could speak of nothing but his brilliance. He’d written nothing of note, but you were keen for people to know that when he shut himself in the house for days, it was to think and write.

Your father set you up near your family, a modest home, but perfect to start this life you never dreamed you’d get to have. He gives you two servants with whom you are well-acquainted, already in your confidence. They do not mind the laughter and suggestive silences of a newly married couple.

You enter your home on the first night to the servants setting out a late supper, but Dante hasn’t yet arrived.

You’re not surprised. He often gets caught up discussing his work, and the greater work of God himself, wherever he goes to have such conversations.

He comes home for the first time after the sun has set. You cannot be cross, though. He rides in with a jovial smile, followed by a man in a small horse cart that holds a barrel of wine in the back.

“I would not come late, bearing nothing for you but a paltry kiss,” Dante says as he dismounts and hands the horse over to his man. He brushes his curls out of his face, a futile gesture as they never stay that way.

“My husband’s affections are not paltry,” you smile, watching them unload the cart. “Though, the wine is a very welcome apology.”

Dante embraces you tightly, the wooden case he holds dear clutched in his hands.

“Look, my dearest, come read this,” he guides you by the shoulder to the stone bench near the fountain outside.

He unlatches the case, showing you the parchment pages within.

“You started writing it,” you smile. “Oh, Dante, I’m so pleased for you.”

“I have thoughts upon thoughts. They’re still difficult to make sense of,” he says regretfully. “But I think, hearing your sweet voice read them aloud, if I could intrude upon your time.”

You laugh. “My time is yours. I must be the only woman in the city whose husband wants to hear her speak.”

“Well, you are the only woman in the city worth listening to. Most of the men too, are useless. You, however, I want to hear your thoughts, freely, about this.” He closes the case, setting it aside carefully before taking your hands in his. “It will be a lifetime of work, my dear one.”

“I am glad to live a lifetime with you. Many of them.” You kiss his cheek.

“I only wish I had laid myself at your mercy years ago,” Dante whispers, his thumb finding its way to stroke your bottom lip. “I have never been anything but a fool. Yet, you married me. So, perhaps there are two fools here.”

You laugh loudly. “Insulting me on the very night we sleep under our own roof together.”

“I will make it up to you,” Dante says, licking his lips.

The clouds of the gray night sky part just enough for moonlight to softly wash over the courtyard. It lights his sparkling eyes in a familiar way. Like that night he had parted your legs and buried his face between them.

You dip your hand in the cool water of the fountain, flitting your fingers in his direction. The drops catch on his face and he snaps out of his wicked expression.

“Wash the ink from your hands before supper,” you say, rising to go back inside.

He nods. “Perhaps before we eat, you would allow me to wash my face in holy waters first.”

In the blink of an eye Dante’s risen and closed the distance between you, bending to sweep you up into an embrace.

Until now, nothing Dante planned for himself had ever worked out. And truly, you could say the same for yourself.

Perhaps that was because every other plan had to work out wrong, for this one thing to be right. It was worth heartache and loss, to end up with this perfect love. A man with a beautiful heart and mind, devoted not only to his work, but to you.

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Schlocktober: A Fake Event Where Anything Goes

While other people are out here dropping Kinktober prompt lists with 9000 stipulations, I bring you this.

It's not a real October event, but it could be if you believe. The prompts are here for anyone to enjoy anyway.

Why "schlock"?

It means trash/junk, and that's the quality of content I'm striving for with these prompts. It's also fun to say.

But, y'know, if you want to take a prompt and turn it into a masterpiece of a whumpy longfic, go for it.

What fandom is this for?

Whatever fandom you want.

What ships can I write/draw?

Any of them.

Even [my fandom's most despised ship]?

Especially [your fandom's most despised ship].

What if I want to combine prompts? What if I want to write or draw things out of order? What if...

Go for it.

Are crossovers okay?

Do. Whatever. You. Want.

What if I want to create something problematic?

Send me the fucking link.

What does [prompt] mean?

You tell me. It's all open to interpretation.

Are there any rules at all?

Sure.

No AI use. If you need an LLM to write your schlock for you, consider a long walk off a short pier. If you need it to do your editing for you, use a beta reader instead. A stick figure drawn on the back of a napkin is better than soulless AI art.

Tag appropriately. 'Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings' means anything goes. 'No Archive Warnings Apply' means your work is guaranteed not to contain any of the major archive warnings (non-con, major character death, graphic violence, or underage sex).

No irl bigotry. Your characters can be problematic as all get out, but if you try to post a weird pro-JK Rowling essay or something you're not going in the collection, bud. Don't kill the vibes.

What are the vibes?

Just have fun.

But other people are having fun wrong!

Shut the fuck up.

Are you going to be doing this?

Probably not.

How do I participate?

There's an ao3 collection right here:

Schlocktober on ao3

Otherwise, just hashtag #schlocktober or something, idk. I don't expect anyone to actually do this.

Text version of the prompts under the cut.

Day 1:

Quadruple Fisting

Inappropriate Use of Labubus

Sex-Related Injury

Day 2:

Quesadilla Cocksleeve

Taking Notes During Sex and Grading It

MyPillow Humping

Day 3:

Erotically Burning Hair

Nostril Worship

Fuck or Live

Day 4:

Gap Tooth Kink

Pegging with a Square Peg

Peeling Sunburn

Day 5:

Not Squirting, Not Pee, but a Secret Third Thing

Nipple Sounding

Enemas to Lovers

Day 6:

Defiling a Puritan

Room Temperature Play

Edging on an Edge

Day 7:

Bidets

Too Many Legs

Shallow Throating

Day 8:

Lingerie Made of Crabs

Not Water Sports, but Water Leisure

Masturbation Pollen

Day 9:

Nonconsensual Consent (NCC)

Afterneglect

Last Time

Day 10:

Human Centipeding

Ball Slapping

Fuck or Die Trying

Day 11:

Sex on Meth

Plucking Hair by Hand

Harem on Strike

Day 12:

Second-Hand Creampie

Haggled Use

Age Progression

Day 13:

Cactus Insertion

Antibreeding Kink

Mechanical Bull

Day 14:

Banned on TikTok

Predator/Predator

Prey/Prey

Day 15:

Scissoring with Scissors

Butterplay

Cannon (Artillery) Compliant

Day 16:

Dueling Gloryholes

Inedible Cum

Purple Nurple

Day 17:

Pimple Popping

Lap Riverdance

Pain Without Pleasure

Day 18:

Nonconsensual Soloplay

Weakness Kink

Genital Swap (Not Whole Body)

Day 19:

Chip Clip Nipple Clamps

Spatchcocking

Wound Fucking

Day 20:

Boot Blasphemy

Understimulation

Gamma/Delta/Sigma (G/D/S)

Day 21:

CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Torture)

CBT (Cock and Ball Therapy)

Asparagus

Day 22:

Autocannibalism

Actual Jackhammering

Extrasensory Deprivation

Day 23:

Going in Dry

Aroused by the Smell of Rubber Cement

Sterilization Ritual

Day 24:

Genitals Stuck in Zipper

Ennui Kink

Earwax Wax Play

Day 25:

Actual Handcuffs (They're Under Arrest)

96ing

Sex as a Sedative

Day 26:

Hospice Roleplay

Gas Station Sex Pills

Balls So Blue They're Practically Purple

Day 27:

Extreme Temperature Cockwarming

Promiscuity Cage

Salt Daddy

Day 28:

Sex with Crocs

Anal Toeing

Breaking a Sex Contract

Day 29:

Coming in Someone Else's Pants

Clowns

Cloning Gone Wrong

Day 30:

Lube As Spit

Pet Work

Clear Showers (Character Is Adequately Hydrated)

Day 31:

Pumpkin Seed Snowballing

Candy Apple Coating

Ghost of a Sex Offender

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The In-Between and Never Quite

Reed Richards X Ben Grimm

College AU (In grad school)

Summary: Ben and Reed share an apartment getting their doctorate degree, and the heat goes out. To stay warm, they get in bed together. One things leads to another...

Warnings: Jerking off, rutting, Sue mention (no ones cheating) basic gay shit

"Jesus." Ben rubs his hands together before pulling gloves on over them. "We better be getting discounted rent for this shit."

"We won't." Reed replied plainly, turning on the stove burners under pots of water. The heat went out in their shared studio, but the gas still worked. He stands up after all the burners are lit. "We can't sleep with these on, of course, but at least we can heat the room up a bit."

"Never thought I'd be grateful for such a small room. Less space to heat."

"It is indeed the little things, isn't it?"

Ben hummed something none committal, pulling out a few boxes and spices. Finishing college had them on such a tight budget, but at least Ben knew how to season. Reed was quite picky, but over the last several years living together Ben learned what Reed liked. He always found a way to make Reed enjoy it. Which was good, because before Ben Reed could go days without eating or drinking water because he'd get so caught up in his studies. Ben was the one who reminded him he needed fuel too, not just space ships.

"Aye, you gonna go on another date with that chick?"

Reed shifted uncomfortably, scribbling on paper. "I don't know..." He mumbled, trying to act nonchalant. But Ben knew him too well; he was in fact incredibly chalant.

"You're doing equations for fun, Reed. Something's on your mind."

He didn't look up. "i fear there is something wrong with me. And I fear she is too good."

Ben sighed, stirring the literal pot, but ignoring the metaphorical one. "You deserve good too, buddy."

Reed didn't respond, simply reducing more equations down to x.

*

Ben could hear Reed shaking from his bed on the other side of the room.

"Jesus Reed. If you fucking ate breakfast every day like I tell you too, you'd have some fat to warm you up."

"I do, eat breakfast."

"Black coffee is not breakfast. Breakfast should be an experience, a meal, full of flavor and sitting down with family-"

"I am alright, Ben. Go to bed, we have that research project tomorrow, I'd like to be well rested."

"Oooooo yeah, I bet you wanna be well rested to see Susan."

"Hush." But his teeth were chattering.

Ben sat up, opening up his blanket. "Christ Reed, just get your ass in here."

Reed rolled over, looking at Ben with a quizzical expression.

"No big deal, we warm up, tomorrow the heat is fixed."

Reed still hesitated.

"You wanna impress Miss Storm, don't you?"

He sighed, but got up and crawled into Ben's bed, adding his own quilt to the pile. Bed felt a lot better with Reed in it. Warmer, he meant. Sure.

"It's because my bed is closer to the window." Reed says after getting settled. "Not because I don't eat breakfast."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Sure it aint. Get over here."

This time, Reed didn't hesitate to scooch back into Ben's arms. They were no strangers to physical affection; small apartment, there wasn't as much room as they would have liked. You get used to touch. Bumping into each other in the "kitchen" turns into sitting close together on the couch. Using the bathroom while someone showers turns into Ben rubbing ointment on Reed's shoulder. No big thing.

Ben liked caring for Reed. He liked feeding him, helping his pain, doing what he could when the panic attacks hit. He liked holding him, feeling him against his body and knowing he's warm. Knowing his body is calm and not keeping him up with calculations and thoughts and worries.

Reed was something precious to him, something he wanted to protect and keep safe and cherish. Reed had a goodness to him, and overwhelming love blackened by the darkness he insisted was inside. Ben wanted to protect him from all of that.

Restless as he usually was, Reed had laid fairly still in his arms. Until he shifted back a bit too far against Ben. He didn't mean to moan, he didn't bet Reed had just felt so good against him. Reed stiffened.

"Sorry-"

"Shit-" they said at the same time, both lying oh so still and holding their breath. The only sound in the room is echoing on the streets of New York.

Then, Reed moves again. It's intentional this time, and he feels Ben's hardness as the other man tries to squirm away. "Reed, whadareyuh-"

"Do you like it?" There's curiosity in his voice, not seduction, like Ben is another equation to work out.

His hand is still on his friends hip. "Reed," it's a warning.

"You do." A statement.

This time, when Reed's ass grinds against Ben's crotch, Ben doesn't even try to move as he moans. "Reed" breathy this time, a slight hump of his hips against his friend. it was involuntary, but a shutter ran through his body nonetheless.

Reed doesn't stop. "You can."

He's gritting his teeth. "I can what?"

"Touch me."

Ben sighs. "Are you lonely, is that it? Reed, you're a virgin for fucks sake, I ain't doing this to you."

A pause. Reeds hand goes to cover Ben's on his petite hip. "You always take care of me."

He nearly sputters. "So what, because I could for your skinny ass I'm supossed to fuck it?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Reed,"

"You don't want me?"

"I didn't say that."

Silence hung in the room, Reeds ass still pressed against Ben's aching cock. He wanted to. He wanted to feel Reeds body, to cover him, to let his hands wander everywhere a friends shouldn't. But this was Reed, innocent baby Reed, who'd probably finally lose it to a pretty girl like Susan the way he was supposed to. Sex with Reed would just complicate things between them, and they didn't need this right now.

"I want you. I like... I like when you touch me."

Ben had to stifle a groan in Reeds hair. He sounds so soft, so innocent, he wanted to wreck him and teach him every bit of pleasure loving hands could give him... that that wasn't in their cards.

"Touch yourself." He ordered.

"What?"

"I said touch yourself. I know you know how, don't think I don't hear you."

Reed tucked his face into the pillow a bit, but a shy smile was on his face. He touched himself over his sweatpants, making those sweet sound he thinks he's hiding late at night. In return, Ben thrust his hips up against Reeds ass with intention this time, feeling himself slide between his clothed cheeks.

It was quiet between them, but the love was no less. Close, closer then brother or friends but not quite lovers. Something in the in-between and never quite.

he intended to just stick to this, to rutting against Reed until they both got off, but he couldn't keep his hand from exploring. Reeds body was thin, but healthy. He was trying to get into shape, you needed strength to be an astronaut and had made progress over the summer but this final year had been taking a lot out of him. Still, muscle remained under his sweatshirt.

"So fuck'n pretty, Reed." He didn't want to say it out loud, but he did. Reed whimpered as his body shuttered. He thought so low of himself outside of his smarts, praise always made him smile just so.

He couldn't help but his neck, pressing gently until his cock began to pulse and climax and he sucked skin between his lips. The little sounds Reed made were incredible, gentle and wanton with a soft smile on his face illuminated by the light pouring in through the broken blinds. He really was so beautiful. When Reed came in his pants, Ben swore he saw his eyes roll back.

Ben pulled Reed close, body to boy, keeping him warm as he cooled from his high. In the morning, they would act like it never happened, Reed would be weird for a while, but they probably wouldn't address it. For now, however, Reed was his for the night.

*

He was right, they never talked about it. Reed acted off in the morning, but by the evening they were normal again. They never kissed or touched each other again, but he still rubbed ointment onto his shoulder.

When he went to class that day, under Reeds collar was a well-hidden hicky.

He would go on to another date with Susan, something she initiated at Ben's suggestion. A few years later, he'd propose to her and they'd be married. Ben loved Sue as his sister, her and Reed cared for each other in their own ways.

And on his wedding day, as he happily stood up on that alter with Reed, Sue, and Johnny, he looked at Reed's white collar and briefly wondered if there was a hicky hidden under there they there had been that next morning in grad school.

Reed locked eyes with him, and he knew they both were thinking on that night. Sometimes, he found moments with Reed remained charged, a quiet between them speaking more than they had though night.

Him and Reed never were, but they remained in the in-between.

***

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