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A whirlwind romance between an eccentric archivist and a grieving widow explores what it means to be at home in your own body in this clever, humorous, and heartfelt novel. When archivist Sol meets Elsie, the larger than life widow of a moderately famous television writer who’s come to donate her wife’s papers, there’s an instant spark. But Sol has a secret: he suffers from an illness called vampirism, and hides from the sun by living in his basement office. On their way to falling in love, the two traverse grief, delve into the Internet fandom they once unknowingly shared, and navigate the realities of transphobia and the stigmas of carrying the “vampire disease.” Then, when strange things start happening at the collection, Sol must embrace even more of the unknown to save himself and his job. DEAD COLLECTIONS is a wry novel full of heart and empathy, that celebrates the journey, the difficulties and joys, in finding love and comfort within our own bodies.

In becoming a vampire, I’m less than a girl. And more. Or maybe I’m becoming what I always have been, deep inside. A blade. When nineteen-year-old Fin volunteers to take her secret love’s place in their village’s Finding, she is terrified. Those who are chosen at the Finding are whisked away to Castle Courtsheart, a vampire school where human students either succeed and become vampires, fail and spend the rest of their lives as human thralls…or they don’t survive long enough to become either. Fin is determined to forge a different path: learn how to kill the undead and get revenge for her mother, who was taken by the vampires years ago. But Courtsheart is as captivating as it is deadly, and Fin is quickly swept up in her new world and its inhabitants - particularly Gavron, her handsome and hostile vampire maker, whose blood is nothing short of intoxicating. As Fin begins to discover new aspects of her own identity and test her newfound powers, she stumbles across a string of murders that may be connected to a larger ritual - one with potentially lethal consequences for vampires and humans alike. Fin must uncover the truth and find the killer before she loses her life…or betrays her own heart.

ARC 1, IN WHICH: A cute punk-rock vampire and a disabled firefighter-turned-mall-cop with a dark past join forces to battle the forces of evil. Jude used to leap out of helicopters to rescue/protect people from terrifying infernos. Now, by day, he protects the local mall from rowdy teenagers who ride their skateboards inside. By night, he protects the the parking lot, and the rest of Portland, from undead, bloodsucking creatures of the darkness. Or would if he could find them. But he’s just about ready to give it up (living with PTSD and pain from the traumatic event that cost him a leg, a friend, and a lot more is hard enough), when something crashes into his life. And his window. It’s one of these creatures of the darkness - and he’s a lot less scary than expected. More cuddly, with dark fuzzy wings, and neon-bright hair. His name is Pixie, and he refuses to bite anyone. Assault/murder/draining fluids isn’t punk, even if being a vampire really kind of is. He’s very hungry by now, and the much bigger, meaner, deadlier vamps kick him around on the nightly. Jude would love to find and fight some actual undead bullies. And Pixie could use some help staying… ‘alive.’ Time to make a deal. Of course, life still sucks when you’re a vampire who refuses to suck blood. Fortunately, there’s a really interesting new barbecue restaurant in the mall, with an intriguing new recipe. (We hear that the secret ingredient is… love. No, really.)

Darren is your average half-human, half-fae trans teenager, busy figuring out his powers and puberty while trying to survive finals. When Vlad, a newly turned vampire, moves in with the witch down the street, he and Darren get off on the wrong foot. Darren is always one to give somebody a second chance, though, and as they become friends, he realizes Vlad is just lonely and struggling with his new powers. That’s something Darren can definitely relate to, and he’s happy to lend his support. But while he coaxes Vlad out of his shell, Darren ends up learning about Vlad’s past… and the danger Vlad is in. Darren only wants to help—help Vlad feel comfortable in his own skin and help him feel safe. He hadn’t planned on falling in love.

Book titles:

Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman

Court of the Undying Seasons by A.M. Strickland

Stake Sauce, Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient Is Love. No, Really by RoAnna Sylver

Showers, Flowers, and Fangs by Aidan Wayne

[fang-and-feather]

Bloom

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon/Reader - Family fic

Prompt: Flower Crowns, from the spring showers spring flowers event hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess and Peace, from Year of the OTP April by @yearoftheotpevent

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You laid on the blanketed area, watching with a smile as Napoleon carefully taught fencing to your little daughter. She had been insisting for a few days and he had finally given in.

While watching, you had the idea and started making a flower crown for each of them.

Sometimes you wondered if it was okay for her to learn. It wasn’t much of a feminine skill. Personally, you didn’t mind, of course, but questioned if it would affect her ability to socialize when she grew up.

No. It wouldn’t. Or you would make sure it didn’t. Let your little girl be who she wanted to be. Besides, she was too young for anyone to know if she wouldn’t change her mind. And then there were other things that would make her different from other people, things beyond your control. Things you wished you were better prepared to deal with.

For now, though, you just enjoyed the scene before you.

You always knew Napoleon was good with children as he taught a group in the city. None quite this young, though. And your daughter looked so focused and determined, but she was having fun. Whenever she did something wrong, she just giggled as Napoleon gently corrected her, then she went to try again.

You loved seeing father and daughter bonding.

You noticed her movements slowing down. Napoleon also noticed, but instead of calling the training out, he simply didn’t dodge the girl’s next attack, falling dramatically to the ground as the tip of the toy sword touched him.

Your daughter giggled and waits for him to get up, but when he didn’t, she dropped the sword and walked up to him, pulling at his arm.

“Come on, papa, you’re not dead.” Her initial laugh turned into a surprised yelp as Napoleon pulled her into his arms instead, and again into laughter as he tickled her. “Papa. Not fair.”

He laughed too, hugged the still laughing girl and picked her up. Still laughing, they returned to you.

“Mama!" the girl squirmed in her father’s arms, and Napoleon set her down so she could run to you. “Did you watch me?”

“Of course I did, little princess.” You kissed her forehead as she hugged you and settled one of the flower crowns over her head. “You will grow very strong, like your father.” You placed the bigger crown on Napoleon’s head while giving him a chaste kiss that made your daughter giggle and snuggle against you, hiding her face.

“Like her mother too.” Napoleon kissed you back. “Beautiful, strong, smart, and hardworking. Like you already are and more each day, right, princesse?” She didn’t answer, only looked up, seeming very pensive. “What is the problem?”

“Papa... can I still be a princess if I know how to fight?”

Napoleon laughed, but when the girl frowned, he tried to stop and patted her head.

“Of course you can. You will always be our little princess. Who said you can’t?”

“The princesses in the stories don’t know how. Only princes and knights fight.”

It was an interesting observation for her age. Children were so surprising sometimes.

“I think it’s about time we change that, then. Princesses should be able to defend themselves and the things they love.”

“Your father is right. Every girl is a princess, no matter what they’re like or what they do. And you’ll always be ours.” You both hugged her, and she laughed. “Besides, I know a story about a princess that knows how to fight and is very strong.”

“Yay! Story time!”

Napoleon sat by your side and the girl settled on her father’s lap, staring at you with these big jade eyes.

Story time was always fun for your family, although Napoleon was usually the one who insisted on reading for your daughter.

Was it right for you to tell a story from your time, though? But you did. Just between your family, it was fine, right?

Before the story even ended, your daughter was already asleep. You and Napoleon exchanged a look and a smile.

“Ready to go back, nunuche?”

“Seems like you really tired her.” You chuckled and stood up, starting to gather the things from the picnic.

Although he was already carrying your daughter, Napoleon insisted on carrying your things but, when you resisted, he let you do it and you two laughed about the situation.

Back home, Napoleon picked the flower crown from your daughter’s head and tucked her in bed.

While he did that, you hung both your crown and your daughter’s on the hooks in the wall. It was almost a tradition at this point, to make these crowns whenever the field was blooming and hang them until they dried.

“One more peaceful day.” Napoleon commented, hanging his own crown next to the others. “Thank you for being a part of this.” He kissed you.

“Save this for later.” You pretend yo complain, both of you smiling at each other. “But I should be the one thanking you. I never expected such a peaceful life, and you’re the one who makes me this happy.”

“That’s my line, nunuche.” Napoleon ruffled your hair and kissed your cheek this time. “I never knew I wanted a life like this, let alone that I would have it. Thank you.”

You two shared another kiss, longer and deeper and, this time, you didn’t even pretend to protest.

“And I’ll make you even happier.” You told him when you broke apart, reaching into the picnic basket you had left in a corner, to pick out a smaller flower crown you’d made while your husband and daughter were training.

Napoleon looked at you with confusion for a moment, then surprise and finally the smile you were expecting to see before he drew you into a hug. By the way he whispered your name, he sounded like he was about to cry.

You two stood there in each other’s arms for a while before Napoleon pulled away enough to look at you and, while still holding you in one arm, caressed your face with the other hand.

“You are the best thing that happened in my life, and that you are willing to grow this family with me is the best gift I could have. Thank you, mon amour.”

Chuckling, you leaned in to kiss him this time.

“You’re welcome, my prince.”

You knew that normal, peaceful life was exactly what made Napoleon happy, and you would make sure that happiness would continue to grow while you could, knowing he would do the same for you and both would make your growing family happy together, because that’s part of being a family, taking care of each other.

“How would you like to celebrate the occasion?” Napoleon asked, parting from you only to hang the new flower crown next to the other ones.

“I was thinking of a family trip tomorrow.” You approached and hugged him from behind, snuggling into his back. “But for today, why don’t you surprise me?”

Finding the will to write was difficult, but its not like I had many other things to do while recovering from my surgery... that may be the reason if anything feels off...

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[fauustic]

late night bubble bath

((oh yeah the brainrot has hit HARD!!! IM IN LOVE!!! please send me asks / requests about miguel o’hara i might just melt ...))

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

comfort, fluff. a needy miguel who is just a big kitty.

warnings: mention of wounds, very little blood. taking care of him after a night of insomnia. use of spanish pet names, yet a translator helped me because my spanish isn’t the best. lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 3027

A sigh escapes your lips as you shakily grasp the cup of water along your bedside table. You weren't one to have intense insomnia, yet the anxiety bubbling within your gut served as a painful reminder that you haven't been blessed with a moment of shuteye.

Was it something you had forgotten? You ran through a mental checklist that consisted of taking after Miguel's late nights, and not a single chore was unfinished.

Leftovers for dinner could be found neatly packed away in the place he always checks in the fridge, so there was no need for your love returning from work hungry and tired. Today's laundry was already fluffed and ironed, which will make it easier to begin the upcoming morning. Miguel mentioned off-handedly to you how an important board meeting at his lab had been stressing him out, so you couldn't help but surprise him when he got back home even if it was just prepared outfits.

You leaned back against your pillow before rolling towards Miguel's side of your queen sized bed. You felt so jumpy, your hands itching to do anything. Nights like these you craved Miguel's presence tenfold, as he would be snuggled right in your arms, smoothing the stress out from the tips of your fingers through a careful massage. You could remember the sleepy rambles he'd murmur into the air over the ambience of the television, "Pasar tiempo contigo, brillante. Encantador. Mi pequeño amor. Could bask in your presence always, mi conejito." Miguel would whisper into your ears with a cute sleepiness, peppering your jaw with his lips. It's almost as if he was right beside you, brushing his thumb against your skin as he held your hands.

Thinking so fondly of your boyfriend's habits soothed the anxiety of your insomnia as you tried to remind yourself that he always stays safe and remembers you love him. Once coming home for the first time from work, he can't help but smother you in kisses and silly pet names, showering you in soft reminders of how much love and affection he has for you. And then the second time of the night, he'd do the same thing under different circumstances. It had happened the night before, and it'll happen again. 

Miguel, soft groans escaping his bruised lips, would come through the balcony of your shared apartment that stored your little collection of flowers and greenery, slip through the door you always made sure to crack, and wake you up in the dead of the night to be bandaged and treated by your caring touch with hushed pleas. Whispering sweet things, neediness in every touch. "I missed you, cariño. Been waiting to see your pretty face all day, can I kiss you? P-please, let me kiss you." 

And so you did, resting your fingers on his shoulders and slowly trailing up until they cupped his bloodied face by the jaw. Then, you'd painstakingly kiss him until his blood would mix with spit, his fangs desperately wanting to sink into your tongue. 

Getting so caught up in your little dream, the blaring of a shrill beeping car down below your apartment startled you. Interrupting the glass upon your lips, it spilled onto your nightgown with a gasp.

"Fuck.." you mumbled to yourself, missing your boyfriend more than ever. Changing in a rush, you pulled over one of his flimsy lounge shirts over your head to bask in his smell as a reminder of his presence.

Nueva York was a city that didn't sleep, as the chatter of passersby rang through busy traffic. Bars down below thrived under the limelight, people not in their right mind hid in the shadows of skyscrapers. 

You wondered what Miguel could be doing right now. Scouting the vibrant lights as his claws dug into the beam of a building? Knocking someone senseless under the conditions of justice? Saving a civilian as they fall from great heights? 

Wondering made you sick, the anxiety bubbling in your stomach as if you were the one downing margaritas and cocktails in a scummy bar down below. You needed to distract yourself. So you did anything an adult on a late night would do.

So when you finally came to your senses, you slapped a flour dusted hand over your mouth and groaned.

Apron tied to your waist, hair in a loose bun– nothing too serious, in fact you appreciated how this style still kept your androgynous but still staying practical. Wisps of hair straying from the hold would cloud your vision every now and then, which you'd have to blow out of the way subconsciously while preparing the whipped frosting. The TV, distantly able to still be heard from the living room, echoed quietly through the apartment with an ambience that lulled you to a calm. It was the news, you couldn't help yourself due to late night paranoia, but your hands were busy and your attention was snatched away from your beloved creation.

You've truly outdone yourself this time, you decide as you watch the oven in front of you with an exhausted gaze and a yawn. The kitchen was messy with egg residue and splashes of water and vinegar oil, the clock on the microwave read "2:49" in the morning. It was a kind of chaos you normally wouldn't find yourself to, as Miguel loved a schedule, a routine. It wasn't as if he didn't want you to have your fun, far from that, he simply just loved doing whatever was eventful with you. And you couldn't help but find baking amusing as you observed the small cakes in the shaped pans inflate as time went on.

You found yourself in the middle of your small apartment kitchen floor, sleepily peering into the oven until that sleepiness shifted into fully dozing off. It couldn't be helped, crashing so hard after pulling off a mission to pump out more than a dozen cupcakes, half chocolate batter and the rest strawberry flavoring. Thankfully, you were able to stay awake long enough to take the cakes out to cool, but as soon as the oven made the beep to turn off– the couch was the closest thing to fall into a needed rest.

It's hard to know how long you had exactly fallen asleep for, yet the frantic arms encompassing your form must have been any kind of indicator. It was a startle to wake from, as your mouth couldn't keep quiet before your brain began working. 

"Eeugh! I- God Miguel, you scared me so badly–" You heaved into his shoulder as he practically slumped on top of you, whispering his usual panicky tangents he'd spew after returning from his late nights. 

"Lo siento, lo siento mucho." Miguel buried his face into your neck, nose pushing against your pulse. "Would never purposely scare you, mi lucero del alba. But not seeing you in bed, that made me feel… not like myself." Miguel confessed with a shaky breath and a pause, breathing in the floury smell and just you, swearing a purr erupted from his throat. "Would have fallen on the floor of our apartment if you weren't here, in my arms.  "Te necesito más que al propio aire, baby."

A subtle smile peeked through his tone despite the desperation, the longing in his touch. His forearms pushed against your back ever so slightly, reminding himself that you're here. That you're safe. His hands met your sides, thumbs circling in a soothing motion. You knew it calmed him down to trace shapes within your skin, but you wouldn't be lying if you said you loved the burn of his touch when he isn't even truly doing anything on purpose. It was as if the warmth of his finger tips ignited into flames, searing his touch into you. You'll never be able to forget each circle, heart, or even a very rare star traced into your skin, accompanying every freckle or birthmark you have. Every part of you is adored, loved, cherished. 

"I'm going to be here, waiting for you. No matter where you are or where I have to be."

"I hope so." Miguel hummed, "If anything happens to you," His claws found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore to bed that night, trailing your sides like handing a delicate doll. "Tengo miedo de lo que pueda hacerles. For you I'd do anything." 

His body didn't feel suffocating to be lying beneath, as he cradled the both of you to be meeting halfway. It was heartwarming, being clung to like a teddy bear by a man who's trying to hold up an entire city with his own two hands.

You realized his suit was only partially off, head uncovered as well as part of his chest– the suit clung to his waist like a lifeline. Needing to see his soft little smile that he held so selfishly against your neck, you led his face to be held over yours. A soft whine escaped his lips, missing the warmth your neck provided, but a quick hush quieted himself easily.

"Don't act like a sad puppy, my love." You whispered into his lips, breath fanning an old cut just underneath. Inspecting the damage, Miguel's eyes fluttered shut as you smoothed over the stress lines between his eyebrows. Not too rough today, expect a few cuts and bruises. So in your terms and conditions, today may even be considered a great day. "Aww, look at you. You did so well today, didn't you?" Awarding him with a kiss, Miguel melted into you like a weighted blanket.

Both hands cupping his jaw, you held him there for a long while, relishing in the moments of peace and quiet with him. Peppering quick, feathery kisses over his lips and gliding over cheekbones and freckles upon the nose, kissing the stress line you smoothed out, before doing the routine all over again. You strayed, always did– couldn't resist his alluring features and soft pleas to continue kissing him. 

Miguel isn't always so docile. Some nights he'd storm into your bedroom in a trance of pent-up frustration and stress with bruising kisses and bites that took home amongst hidden skin. But most nights, he could be handled like putty. It was an adorable sight to see, as his fangs peeked through his plush lips from the tension going slack in his jaw.

Your lips finally met his for the first time that night, yet it wasn't heated or filled with ulterior motives. Miguel's mouth met yours, and he lazily tasted every inch of your mouth, grazing his fangs against your tongue by accident. He needed to know every inch of you, and remind himself a hundred times over.

"Miggy.." you mumbled between his kisses, and happiness dripped from your voice as he barely let out a "mm?" Separating for just a moment, he decided to simply nuzzle your hand as a substitute.

"Let me run you a bath."

This sparked his attention, a quirk of the eyebrow and a stare of disbelief. "Eh?" Miguel chuckled stiffly, his nuzzles coming to an abrupt end. "¿Qué piensas de mí, un niño pequeño? I'm no toddler." By his response, he hasn't heard such things in ages. But as you slipped away from underneath his grasp, you padded towards your shared bathroom without a word. He was the one to bicker, but once the plan was in motion Miguel couldn't help but abide with a light begrudge in his step.

"The little cakes can wait, honey. Don't try to use those as an argument to get out of this." Your words would come out as a scold to anyone else, but as you turned to start the water it was clear you simply just cared. Too much for your own good. "Let me just do this for you, I missed you today." You admitted. 

"It's too late for this still, cariño." He groaned with a tint of guilt as you started helping him undress. "I'll just shower, go on. Vete a dormir." Yet he did not swat away your advancements to prepare a towel, nor even the drop of bubble bath mix in the water. Miguel looked at you like a deer in headlights, mouth agape as you did so.

"I added the bubble bath formula only because you told me to sleep." You said deadpan, grabbing the suit that's fallen to the floor to hang it on the rack. Miguel's expressions contorted to annoyed, then shocked, to just downright amused of your antics that always had him guessing. He cackled as you kept yourself busy, until you finally signaled to get in.

It was as if you tried to get a cat in the water, as he stared at the mountain of bubbles that rivalled the skies. "I'm not getting in. I can't lose the rest of my dignity." This time, his tone was solid– nothing sounded as if it could get through to him. But you could read your boyfriend like a book, solve him like a puzzle in a matter of seconds. 

"Miggy, my love. My other half. My everything." You cooed, dropping to your knees to poke at the bubbles. "You don't get in this forsaken bathtub with just the right warmth and the bubbles I made with my own blood, sweat and tears, you will sleep on the couch until I give you explicit permission to lay with me." His scarlet eyes glowed with genuine fear in his eyes. "And then, you will just lie with me. You would not be able to hold my hands or waist or twirl your finger around my hair– you will be in timeout. No bed, no holding–"

A splash interrupted your words, wetting your legs as his size struggled to stay in the tub. His arm hung out of the side as his feet kicked up on the tile walls, and he looked as flustered as ever. "No me lo puedo creer." Miguel blew at the bubbles that settled on his face. "I'm no dog who needs a bath, cariño." 

Shaking your head at his rare childish antics, you leaned over the tub to kiss the bubbles upon his nose. It was a sweet, domestic little moment between the two of you.

Small little scars littered his form as you glided a soft wash cloth over the grime of the city that washed off onto him. When the fabric slid over a sensitive muscle or wound, he'd hiss a curse and a "be gentle with me, love." You only responded with a lick into his mouth, which earned you a bite to your lips. "I'm not trying to hurt you, just wanna take care of you, my angel." You whispered into the bubbles, shuffling your knees the closest you can to the tub without falling into it– and massaged the tension in his shoulders.

This elicited a groan to rip through the bathroom walls, a low rumble that he couldn't contain to himself following. Miguel was like a domesticated tiger, all bark and bite yet the rare moments of silly tenderness peeking through his rough exterior. "Ah, that feels–" Miguel hisses again in pleasure, his brain short circuiting under your graze. ".. increíble. Tú eres mi medicina." 

His forearm hanging off the side of the tub twisted to bring his grasp to your face, locking the both of you into a heated kiss, one that stored the unspoken words of lonely nights as Miguel's shifts grew longer and more tiresome. "Missed you, baby. I need you, need you always with me. Wouldn't know what to do without you, I'd go crazy." He rambled as one of your soap filled hands snaked into his hair, to lather his curls and simultaneously scratch where he loves. 

It was an endearing sight whenever Miguel openly expressed his adoration of you, both his thoughts and worries.

"I love you more, Miguel." You giggled as his nose scrunched together at the abrupt sensation of water cascading over his head, the bubbles falling from the softness of his hair and down the ridges of his jaw and nose.

Silence comfortably enveloped the two of you as you rinsed him off, scattering kisses on his skin whenever he mumbled declarations of affection.

As you wrapped his curls in a soft, small towel, his sleepy grumble of a question caught your attention. "What about your little sweets, mi amor? Do you need me to help you finish them?"

Laughing, you shook your head only to shush him softly. "No, no baby. Let's just do it together tomorrow once you get some rest." Leading him to stand, you began draining the tub. 

Miguel didn't argue with the idea of that, purring softly as he imagined the two of you frosting little delicacies– something incredibly cozy and lovely. He loved that about you, the way you reminded him about his own humanity, the little hanging reminder that he needs his own time to help to heal and thrive. 

"All done, baby." You slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest with a sigh. The towel hung around his waist was as soft as the fleece of a sheep, lulling you into the serene sleepiness your body craved to have. "How was your bubble bath?" The words tumbled from your lips as Miguel led the both of you to your shared bed, tucking you into the bundle of blankets scattering about. 

Before long, he slid into the opposite side with his own sigh of relief. Your hands grabbed at his now clothed chest, peeking at his exhausted, but content expression staring right back at your own. "Perfect, mi conejito." Miguel whispered with honesty, bringing you closer than ever as his breath fanned the crook of your neck.

Sleep began to take you as the strong scent of bubblegum flooded your senses, the slightly damp curls of Miguel tickling your neck and cheek. He intertwined his soul with yours, purring with a calm he could only achieve with you.

"Cupcakes tomorrow?" You murmured into his shoulder, soft and sleepy.

"Cupcakes tomorrow, cariño." A kiss to your neck. "Dulces sueños, goodnight."

[heartlilith]

WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF

🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus

Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries

Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”

Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes

Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal

Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties

Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi

Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple

Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history

Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas

Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City

Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school

Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies

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[edandstede]

we could have had ed asking “hey, d’you wanna do something weird?” before they got married and stede answering with a knowing grin. we could have had a wedding with a swelling drop of gnossienne no 5, a culmination of all their moments leading to this most precious one. we could have had the crew helping each of them get ready, lucius no doubt chatting away with a giddy and nervous stede, and fang putting flowers in ed’s hair. we could have had them running hand-in-hand beneath the crew with all their arms up, cheering for their captains one more time, being showered in petals. we could have finally got to see them have their dance they were robbed off at calypso’s birthday, with new rings on their fingers. we could have had stede’s wish of marrying for love come to fruition for him, and ed’s wedding-topper daydream become a reality as he married his handsome blonde groom. we could have finally heard stede specifically say the words “i love you” during the wedding we all knew was coming, and gotten to see ed’s eyes widen and shine. we should have.

[wri0thesley]

a few years into your study at the akademiya, you find yourself in need of a new roommate - your own is graduating (finally), and sumeru rents are subsidised for students but are still more than you, a poor farmer’s child from liyue, can afford alone. 

your roommate is not the only one graduating - you’ve heard rumours that tighnari, the amurta student with a focus on botany with the big fox ears and soft fluffy tail, needs to find himself a new roommate too. he’s terribly popular; very smart and very dedicated, as well as being nice to look at and kind-hearted and willing to lend a hand whenever someone has genuine need. you’re sure he must be inundated with offers. you’ve only spoken to him a few times - the two of you are in different darshans - but . . . well. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like him, and didn’t find him handsome, and wouldn’t like to get to know him better--

you’re very surprised when he approaches you - but he words it very simply. you’re quiet, and he needs someone quiet to room with. you’re hard-working, and he appreciates that about you. you have never treated him like he’s some mascot to be photographed and paraded about. you’re both the same age - early twenties, perhaps - and he’s heard rumours that you’re very good at what you do, so you might even graduate together . . . will you be his roommate?

(and perhaps, a little part of him doesn’t understand why he’s chosen you, but does understand that you smell good and you look pretty and you make his thoughts turn to mush when he thinks of you too hard, make his cheeks heat and his tail begin to swish). 

it goes very well. the two of you are suited for this roommate agreement; both of you do your shares of the cleaning, your shares of cooking (he’s a better cook than you, but you’re less likely to lock yourself in your room for hours on end when you get too into a project). you talk to one another and crack jokes and smile and share research - it’s going extremely well!

until one night you let yourself back in after a gruelling day - a practical exam, and you’re feeling fit to drop and aware you’re sweating, your hair plastered to your head, your clothes all messed up. you want to shower and then go straight to bed - but as you walk through the common area, you hear a high pitched whining. a whimpering noise - tighnari, and it sounds like he’s in pain. all other thoughts go out the window as you rush for his room, open the door, calling his name in concern--

he’s in the centre of his bed clad in a too-large tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. his blankets and pillows and everything else soft in the room has been piled all around him, almost as if he’s nesting - and he’s cuddling his tail, whimpering, whining, his eyes blown wide and his mouth open to reveal sharp fangs and panting. when he’d heard you approach, though, his head had snapped up - and you meet eyes that are almost glowing in the dim dusklight of the window, as tighnari grits out (cheeks red, choking on his words);

“you should close the door. you shouldn’t . . . be here . . .”

his ears are flicking from side to side, and it’s hard for him to get out his words - they sound thick on his tongue. he breathes in deeply, and you’re horribly aware that you can’t smell pleasant, but tighnari just lets out a whine that sounds almost needy. you desperately try not to look at his bare shoulders, the toned thighs - but if you did, perhaps you’d notice how hard his cock is pressing against the front of the (flower patterned, cute--) boxers.

you protest. you say you’re worried about him, is he running a fever, you can get someone - you make the mistake of closing the door behind you. you make the mistake of approaching him, so that your scent wraps around him and envelopes every one of his senses (smells good, smells like you, wants to rub himself all over you until you smell like him . . . you smell fertile. you’re a good candidate for his mate, so sweet so soft so nice so compatible--).

tighnari mumbles apologies even as he pounces on you, and even as you’re being dragged back to the nest he’s made on his bed. in between pawing at you he’s mumbling things; you smell so good, he needs you so badly, he never thought that it would be this bad . . .

something from one of your voluntary classes in the amurta comes back to you. something about the habits of wild animals, their breeding cycles - and about how male desert foxes go into rut states where they simply need to be inside of something and breed something. you hesitantly reach up, running a hand over tighnari’s silky soft ears in a way that makes him growl-moan-purr in his throat. you spread your legs in an open invitation.

later on, when his senses have returned to him, tighnari thanks you for helping him through his first rut as he noses at your shoulder and sighs, cheek rubbing against your bare skin so his scent marks you. fennec foxes, he tells you, mate for life.

 . . . that wouldn’t be so bad. 

[homelanderbutbig]

You Love Me For Me (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1937 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Homelander gets drunk, and things become a little silly. Inspired by a conversation with @sehtoast (this is dedicated to you, brother man).

You don't know how it's come to this. One minute, you were making a comment on whether or not Homelander could get drunk, and the next thing you knew there was a delivery of booze to the penthouse. You weren't expecting something so stupid to become an arguement, but he was adamant on proving to you he wasn't just your average supe. He is stronger, bigger, and better than everyone else. His body is impenetrable, superior, and won't allow him to get intoxicated.

And yet… he got drunk.

It's late in the evening, and he's sprawled out on the couch with his massive head in your lap. His eyes are half-lidded and glossy, drifting lazily around the room and he gazes at who knows what.

Running your fingers through his hair, Homelander is powerless to stop all of his content little noises from seeping out as his mouth hangs open ever so slightly. His smile is woozy, and his hot breaths let you smell the alcohol permeating his entire being. All of his limbs are outstretched, with his left arm and leg laying heavy on the floor. One of his gloves is on the coffee table, and you have no idea where he put the other one.

You sigh to yourself, having no idea how you're going to get out of this predicament.

Your attention is turned back to the deep voice chuckling below you as Homelander nuzzles his large head into your chest, finally focusing on you.

"You doing okay?" you question, giving his scalp a generous scratch. The leg he has on the ground starts bouncing up and down, like a dog getting a good pet.

"Yeeaaahhh…" he drawls, still grinning at you. His once glazed over expression now seems to have a sense of purpose, and you can see a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Yoouuu… y-you're cuuuute."

"…Thank you?" you tell him, confused.

"Hmmmm…" he hums, before lifting his arm off the floor up to your head, twirling strands of your hair in between his index finger and thumb. "I liiike… your hairrr…"

"What do you like about it?" you ask, returning the favour by snaking your fingertips through his undercut.

"S'prreeetty…s-soft… smells gooood…" he replies. "Like youuu… you allllways smell gooood…" he continues, moving his hand to boop your nose before settling it down on his stomach.

"What do I smell like?" you query.

"Mmmmm… heaaaavennnn…" he mumbles, leaning his nose into your chest.

You're surprised to hear him talk like this, so openly. One thing you've come to learn about Homelander is that is that he prefers to show his affection through actions rather than words. The most you've ever heard him express is 'I love you'.

Every day he showers you with flowers, gifts, hugs, and kisses. He enjoys cuddling with you, holding your hands when he takes his gloves off, and keeping you up to his chest so you can be at eye level with him. But get him to tell you what it is about yourself that he loves? Never.

Just as you get lost in your own thoughts about Homelander's tipsy confessions, he gets his own ideas. Abruptly, he raises his body just enough to grab you and pull you on top of his abdomen, keeping you seated in place with one of his immovable hands spread across your back.

Looking right at you causes him to start giggling, making you shake and feel like you're on an amusement park ride.

"What's so funny?" you question.

"Youuu," he proclaims, proudly showing off his fangs with his broad smile. He uses his hand that's not propping you up to squish your cheeks together. "Youuuu… y-youu… y-you're cuuuuute…"

The hypersensitivity Homelander usually has over his strength appears to have greatly diminished in his drunken state, evident by the painful pinches to your face. You try and give him a gentle reminder by holding onto his big hand and tapping his knuckles. Thankfully, even when he's hammered he can still pick up on your cues, and he releases his ironclad grasp.

"I liiike… like yoooouuu," he says, stroking your face with his long fingers. He carefully runs along every nook and cranny of your visage, taking great consideration not to miss anything. It's not like this is the first time he's touched your face, but something about it right now is completely entrancing to him.

"What do you like about me, Homelander?" you decide to enquire, seeing if he'll keep being honest about his feelings for you. You don't know if you'll ever get another opportunity like this again.

"Mmmm… y-yooou're nice," he professes, looking directly into your eyes. "Kiiind… goood… youuu… youu… you looove mee… f-for me."

The longer he talks, the more you can see some form of realization kick in. To what you don't know, but something that he's saying is slowly peeling away his happy grin, and replacing it with sad teary eyes.

"Y-you're not s-scaaared… y-you love m-me," he sputters, unable to halt the torrent of tears you've unleashed with your prying question. "Y-y-youuu… make m-me f-feel… n-normal!!"

Deep down Homelander has always known why he loves you, but he's never been able to articulate it. Even though he trusts you, he's always found it hard to be open with you about himself, and anything you're able to get out of him is in little teaspoon-sized amounts.

When it comes down to the main cause, he has issues trusting people. Those he's placed reliance on in the past have all lied to him, hiding information from him, to 'protect' him. They only wanted to use his longing for connection to further their own goals. How can he be expected to express his humanity, his inner pain, if the world can't even give him basic understanding in return?

But you… you're different. He doesn't have to put on an act around you. He can show you his vulnerability, and you don't laugh. No, you swaddle him in your love, and bring comfort to his insecurities. You guard him like he's your most precious treasure.

He has no idea how he got so lucky to find you, but he knows he can't ever let you go.

Wobblily, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug, nestling his head on your shoulder. He squeezes you so firmly you find it hard to breathe, and you're afraid he might accidentally snap you in half.

"H-Homelander," you manage to gasp, swatting his back as hard as you can.

"S-s-sooorry!! I-I'm s-soooorry," he babbles, loosening his hug enough to let you breathe again. "I l-l-loove youu! I-I looove y-you! I-I…" he repeats, though you're not sure if he's saying it at you or just to reassure himself. Regardless, you do your best to return his embrace.

"I know big boy, I know. I love you too," you console him, scratching the back of his head. Your enchanted fingers make quick work of his nerves, and he settles himself down.

He keeps you in this hold for a while, even after his tears are long gone. In fact, you realize Homelander's grasp on you is becoming more lax. Taking advantage of his limp arms, you lift yourself up and discover he is starting to nod off.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," you say, caressing his cheek. "I think it's time for us to go to bed, okay?"

"Mmhhmmm…" he murmurs, looking at you with barely cognizant eyes and giving you a tired smile. However, he makes no attempt to even get up. Instead, he just shuts his eyes and snuggles himself into the couch, deciding this is his bed for the night.

With a deep exhale, you know you don't have a chance in hell at lifting this eight foot tall man up off the couch. You know you have to put forward a different stragedy if you're going to get this giant goober into bed. Luckily, you have a pretty good idea on how to entice him.

You slide off the couch, leaving him alone while you walk over to Homelander's bed. Since you moved into his penthouse, you managed to convince him to put a mini fridge in his bedroom. It started out as something there for you, as you like to have cold water before bed and it's more convenient to have it nearby and easily accessible. However, the majority of the fridge is now taken up by bottles of milk. It's become a nightly routine for the two of you, sharing a sip with Homelander before cuddling together under the sheets. He just can't resist his bedtime milk.

Taking one bottle of milk out of the fridge, you unscrew the lid and let the faint smell of dairy do its magic. It only takes a split second for you to hear a sluggish rustling from the living room, but you don't hear Homelander's familiar footsteps.

You have to use all of your willpower not to burst into laughter at what happens next. Rather than risk stumbling and bumping into everything with his uneven gait, he decided to float into the bedroom. It's nowhere near as spectacular as when he flies into the air at the speed of sound. In this moment, the closest thing he reminds you of is a cartoon character floating to a windowsill over the smell of a freshly baked pie.

He lands his full body weight onto the bed, practically knocking you down in the process, and you have to cover the top of the bottle with your hand to prevent the milk from spilling out. Although you shoot him an unimpressed glare, he simply giggles at your expression.

"Come here, have your milk then it's straight to sleep, alright?" you instruct, feeling more like you're parenting the world's biggest toddler. You shift yourself up to Homelander's oversized pillow, patting it so he knows where you want him.

Haphazardly, he crawls up to you and lays down on his back, letting you cradle his head in the crook of your arm while you lean on top of the pillow. You angle his head upright, with his cheek to your chest, as he looks at you with hazy yet eager eyes. Usually he can just grab the bottle himself and down it in one gulp, but he's hardly conscious and you don't want to risk him doing something stupid like choking.

"Not too fast, okay?" you direct him, tilting the bottle into his mouth. He gives you a slow nod as he takes careful sips, his eyelids getting heavier with each swallow.

By the time he's drank all of the milk, his eyes are closed. Foolishly, you think your nonsensical evening has finally come to a close, but Homelander is always full of surprises. Just as you get ready to tuck him in, he rolls forward onto his stomach, trapping you underneath one of his arms.

"Homelander! Homelander!!" you yell in vain, smacking him on the shoulder as hard as you can. However, your hopes of rousing him are dashed when you hear him start to snore; he is out like a light. There is absolutely no chance you're going to wake him up.

You attempt to wage a futile war against the massive arm pinning you in place. Fortunately it's a slant that still lets you breathe normally, but you succumb to the knowledge that you aren't going anywhere the rest of the night. Tonight's been enough of a wild adventure, you've earned some rest.

You just hope to god once the morning comes, his hangover isn't half as dramatic.

[angelltheninth]

SFW Masterlist Part 6

DC COMICS

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Whiskey on the Rocks

Red Hood x Fem!Reader - With Hands Like These

DC Characters + Arguing

Nightwing x Reader - I Think About You Every Time I Open My Eyes

Jason, Dick, Wally and Clark when You Fall Into Their Lap

Clark Kent Gets Jealous When You Get Flirted With

MCU

Making Out with Miguel O'Hara

Secret Relationship with Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - Marks on Hero's Skin

Lazy Morning with Matt Murdock

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - Blinder Than Blind

Loki x Fem!Reader - Reliable Information

ARCANE

Relationship Misunderstanding with Sevika

Jayce x Fem!Reader - Little Distractions Make Miracles

Viktor x Reader - Hold Your Breath in My Lungs

Arcane Characters Take Care of You After You Get Drunk at a Party

Mel Medarda x Fem!Reader - Anything to Protect You

Arcane Characters Sleepwalking

Vander x Fem!Reader - What He Can't Get

GENSHIN IMPACT

Thoma Gets Flustered when Giving You a Hickey

Cyno Sleeping and Cuddling Headcanons

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - Swordplay Foreplay

Genshin Men Being Touch Starved After a Long Time Apart

Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma, Pantalone and Zhongli Being Effortlessly Sexy

Genshin Men + Walking in on Them Changing

Itto x Reader - The Fangs of Jealousy

Dottore when You're Pregnant

Kaeya, Childe and Ayato + Online Crush

Genshin Men + Kissing Practice

Genshin Men as Your Next Door Neighbor

AVATAR

Avatar Men Helping You Wash Up

Avatar Men Smelling Someone Else on You

Lo'ak x Fem!Reader - Take It or Leave It

Secretly Dating Neteyam

Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader - Swimming Against the Current

Avatar Men Hug Levels

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Kalim Al-Asim Being an Affectionate Boyfriend

Malleus x Fem!Reader - Of Imprints and Misunderstandings

TWST Dorm Leaders Waking Up Next to You

Vil Schoenheit when You Have Performance Anxiety

Leona x Fem!Reader - That Cocky Smirk of His

TWST Dorm Leaders + Happily Ever After

Leona and Jamil See You in Sexy Underwear

BLUE LOCK

Relaxing Bath Time with Blue Lock Men

Blue Lock Men in a Lingerie Shop

Blue Lock Men Going to a Maid Café

Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Rin, Chigiri and Reo Receiving Flowers

Meeting Blue Lock Men at the Bus Stop

TRIGUN

Vash and Nicholas Meeting Your Abusive Ex

Teasing and Flustering Vash

Nicholas D. Wolfwood Being Your Bodyguard

Possessive Boyfriend Millions Knives

Watching the Meteor Shower with Vash

Kissing Vash's Scars

Vash and Nicholas when You Call Them Cute Names

CALL OF DUTY

Simon Riley Getting Teased and Flustered

Simon Riley at the Beginning of Your Relationship

Simon Riley Being Lovesick

Task Force 141 + Slow Dancing

STAR WARS

Captain Rex x Reader - This New Reality

The Bad Batch Hand Holding Headcanons

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader - Cockpit Confessions

The Bad Batch Teaching You Their Skills

Things Din Does When He's Jealous

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

BNHA Men when You Flirt with Them

Taking Care of a Tired Keigo Takami

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader - Kissing to Believe

Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Eijiro and Shinsou when You Walk in on Them Changing

BNHA Men as Hosts

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Gojo Stays the Night to Protect You

Aftercare with Geto Suguru

Nicknames JJK Characters Give You

JJK Men Being Princess Carried

Gojo After Work

Injured Fushiguro Megumi Kisses and Confesses to You

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Douma's Possessive Nature

Akaza, Douma, Tengen and Muzan Getting Headpats

Douma Comforting You on Your Wedding Night

STRANGER THINGS

Billy x Fem!Reader - What's Up Danger, Don't Be a Stranger

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - Not a Game Anymore

Stranger Things Men when They Get Drunk

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader - Heart Racing for the Doctor

[miguelswifey04]

ohmygod i need a sugar!daddy x reader fic when their love language is giving gifts too. so she learn how to do crafts (knitting scarves and stuffed animals, making paper flowers, handmade perfumes, recyclable crafts, etc.) she just wanna spoil him so bad 😭😭

HI LOVE! yes, i’m going to assume it’s sugar daddy! miguel…? hopefully i’m right 😭

🌱🌱🌱

in the quiet sanctuary of miguel o’hara's apartment, a delightful and unexpected exchange of affection took root. miguel had always been a stoic and grumpy figure, rarely displaying much tenderness. yet, the entrance of a spirited sugar baby into his life proved to be a catalyst for change.

you, the creative and adoring sugar baby, had discovered a passion for crafting and gift-giving, driven by your desire to spoil miguel. you meticulously knitted scarves in his favorite colors, carefully stitched together stuffed animals that mirrored his animalistic charm, and fashioned intricate paper flowers to brighten up his space. your craftsmanship was a testament to your love, an expression that transcended words.

as each gift was presented to miguel, his sharp fangs couldn't help but form a smitten smile. it was a sight to behold — the gruff man, overwhelmed by the depth of your affection and the thoughtfulness of your creations. and in response, he made it a point to proudly display each gift, cherishing them as treasures.

but miguel couldn't let the scales tip entirely towards receiving. deep down, he longed to give you something in return, to shower you with his own tokens of appreciation. he racked his genius-level intellect, searching for the perfect gift that would express his feelings.

days turned into nights as miguel retreated into his laboratory, determined to create something worthy of your adoration. he poured his heart and soul into the project, focusing his genius mind on crafting a gift that would embody his love.

finally, the day arrived when miguel stood before you, his hands slightly trembling as he presented a small, intricately designed box. his eyes flickered with vulnerability as he spoke, "i may not have your craftiness, but i hope this gift shows you how much you mean to me."

you opened the box delicately, and inside lay a handmade perfume with intricate labels, each scent carefully selected to reflect a different facet of your relationship. the fragrances danced in the air, enveloping the two of you in an intoxicating aroma of love and devotion.

overwhelmed with emotion, you threw your arms around miguel, holding him tightly. "this is incredible, miguel. it’s absolutely perfect. i can't believe you made this for me."

he held you close, his once grumpy demeanor melting away. "it was worth every minute if it brings a smile to your face, mi amor."

from that day forward, the exchange of meaningful gifts became a cherished love language between you both. bound by a shared desire to spoil and be spoiled, you reveled in the joy of crafting heartfelt presents, while miguel found solace and expression in the act of giving. together, you wove a tapestry of love and appreciation, each gift a testament to the depth of your connection.

—

i love sugar daddy miguel sm <3

[colormepurplex2]

Flowers of Fate | MYG JJK KNJ PJM

▻ Flowers of Fate ↳ UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader (ft. x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon) ⤜ Fae/Magick ⤜ Strangers to Bonded Mates ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 56,072 ⤜ Summary: You grew up hearing whimsical tales and ballads of magic and the hauntingly beautiful fae from your late grandpa. In an effort to feel closer to him and experience the joy he so often spoke of, you take a spur-of-the-moment trip to Scotland to partake in Beltane— a festival that took center stage in many of his stories. But, in a shower of yellow flower petals, you find yourself getting far closer to your grandpa's stories than you ever thought possible.

⚠️ Adult humor, crass language, talk of adult activities, drinking, mild angst/talk of the loss of a loved one, kidnapping, talk of murdered loved ones, angst, hurt feelings, vaginal sex, cum eating, body exploration, awkward yet endearingly cute sexual moments, jealousy, blood, stab wounds, violence, torture/being held captive, minor character deaths, first-time vaginal sex, not-so-first-time vaginal sex, nipple play, marking/biting, mfmm scene, kissing, guys kissing, blow job, cum swallowing, creampies, things get emotional Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: Honey Bells & Rosemary

Chapter 2: Lavender & Thyme

Chapter 3: Cedar & Clove

Epilogue: A Story Written In The Stars

Story is complete.

A/N: I have a lot of plans to revisit this world, often and a lot. There are drabbles, spin offs, and lots of fun things planned.

Part of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server A Spring Offering Collaboration.

A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi @moonleeai and @hisunshiine for beta'ing through this chaos so far and supporting me 💜

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

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[transbookoftheday]

Showers, Flowers, and Fangs by Aidan Wayne

Darren is your average half-human, half-fae trans teenager, busy figuring out his powers and puberty while trying to survive finals. When Vlad, a newly turned vampire, moves in with the witch down the street, he and Darren get off on the wrong foot. Darren is always one to give somebody a second chance, though, and as they become friends, he realizes Vlad is just lonely and struggling with his new powers. That’s something Darren can definitely relate to, and he’s happy to lend his support.

But while he coaxes Vlad out of his shell, Darren ends up learning about Vlad’s past… and the danger Vlad is in. Darren only wants to help—help Vlad feel comfortable in his own skin and help him feel safe.

He hadn’t planned on falling in love.

[fang-and-feather]

Shower of Love

Ikemen Vampire: Leonardo/MC - Family fic

Prompt: Rainy Days

For the spring showers spring flowers event hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess and for Leonardo's birthday (I finished this in time, but posting kept giving me trouble)

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The remains of a family picnic in a sheltered part of the garden, soft rain falling around your little piece of paradise. His wife was already asleep, head resting on his lap, the baby also fast asleep in her arms.

Usually Leonardo would have taken them both inside. A lazy afternoon in bed was usually too appealing to pass up, especially on a rainy day. But today he found himself watching over them for a little longer.

In all his years, he had never imagined such a happy moment. Not with him in it. For him, happiness and love were for other people, his cursed existence above this kind of normalcy.

Then she had come into his life and slowly changed his world. Changed him, into someone who lived for those idyllic moments. Lived for her and now the family they were starting. She had given his life purpose, brought such brightness to it that now he feared going back into the darkness of the lonely days.

And he wouldn’t. Leonardo always told himself.

She was bright like the sun to him, but also like the spring rain. Fleeting, but made everything around grow and bloom into something beautiful that remained even after her shower of love was gone.

For him, these blooms came in the form of memories he would always cherish, their presence bittersweet, but bright enough to keep him in the light. He was sure that would be enough. Her love would be with him for all eternity.

He caressed her hair, smiling tenderly, when he heard a tiny whimper and shifted his gaze to meet a pair of eyes the same color as his. The girl’s big, bright, curious eyes, besides the color, reminded him of her mother instead.

“Awake already, bambina?” He whispered, carefully picking her up from his wife’s arms, then kissing her forehead. The little girl’s attention quickly shifted from him to the rain and she reached out and started making noise as if talking to it. “You’re as energetic as your mamma, aren’t you?” Leonardo laughed in a low tone. “But you can’t go there today, so be a good girl, okay?” He started to gently rub the baby’s back, which seemed to calm her down a little.

“I think she just likes the rain.” His wife chuckled, reaching up to touch his hand. “Soft rain like this just makes you want to go outside.”

“Did she wake you, cara mia?”

“No. I was half awake.” She sat up by his side, leaning into him, and touched her other hand to her daughter’s, who tried to close her tiny hand around her mother’s. “Should we go inside already?”

Leonardo thought for only a moment, watching the rain fall.

“Just a little longer. We hardly have moments just for us in this place.” He leaned in and kissed her. “At least until she goes back to sleep.”

And his touch and warmth really seemed to be lulling the girl back to sleep.

“Okay.” This time, she was the one to kiss him. “Happy birthday, Leonardo. I love you.”

“And I love you, amore mio.” He whispered to her. “I love both of you. Always.”

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[sailoryooons]

A Spring Offering Collaboration

As the veil thins, the magic strengthens. Let our festival leaders take you on a magical journey to experience the wonders of Beltane and be blessed with the power and spirit of Spring.

Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. The depictions of Beltane and its customs are the initial inspiration, but the stories may not represent the original customs, practices, and beliefs from the original practice. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.

Rating: Most works feature 18+ content and are NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.

Coming throughout the month of May.

Festival Leader: @sailoryooons

Title: Break

Pairing: Seokjin x f. reader

AU: Witches

Genre: Angst, smut

Summary: Seokjin has been at your side for the last few years. He's your closest friend, and the one person you don't think you can live without. But what happens when you discover that he might be the source of the curse he's been trying to help you escape from?

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Festival leader: @colormepurplex2

Title: Flowers of Fate

Pairing: UnseeliePrince!Yoongi x Human!f.Reader x UnseelieGuard!Jungkook x SeeliePrince!Jimin x WoodNymph!Namjoon

AU: Fae/Magick

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst

Summary: You grew up hearing whimsical tales and ballads of magic and the hauntingly beautiful fae from your late grandpa. In an effort to feel closer to him and experience the joy he so often spoke of, you take a spur-of-the-moment trip to Scotland to partake in Beltane— a festival that took center stage in many of his stories. But, in a shower of yellow flower petals, you find yourself getting far closer to your grandpa's stories than you ever thought possible.

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Festival Leader: @quirkybtsarmy

Title: Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok X reader.

Genre: Horror, fluff, romance

AU: College/University AU, Carrie AU

Summary: Gwangju Music Academy is a prestigious school that has many different personalities walking its halls. There are promising musicians, dancers, producers; you name it, they are. Two of those personalities are Jung Hoseok and L/N Y/N. But what happens when the Beltane Festival which celebrates the union between South Korea and Ireland reveals Hoseok's darkest secret?

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Festival Leader: @theharrowing

Title: An Ghealach

Pairing: Jimin x reader

AU: Speculative horror

Genre: Angst, smut

Summary: Field Linguist Jimin Park travels to a remote island called An Ghealach off the coast of Ireland to research and document an endangered language, just in time for the community's Beltane festivities. What he encounters is both horrifying and mesmerizing beyond his wildest dreams.

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Festival Leader: @gimmethatagustd

Title: What the Fire Gave Us

Pairing: Shadow elemental!jungkook x water elemental!(f)reader

AU: Supernatural, dystopian

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

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Festival Leader: @beahae

Title: Essence

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jungkook, Fem!Reader x Taehyung

AU: UndefinedMagic!AU

Genre: Smut, some darkness/angst

Summary: Jungkook is on cloud nine after meeting what he can only describe as the girl of his dreams on the morning of the festival. Interestingly, Taehyung explains he is experiencing something similar when he comes back to their tent to get ready for the celebrations of the night.

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[dollwritesarchive]

cw: dio being dio ( stardust crusaders era ), praise, ‘s just a blurb so the formattings funky, mentions of murder and manipulation, reader has fem pronouns/pet names and hair ( but no description of length or texture ), reader’s a big simp, depictions of death and mild gore, might be the intro into an au maybe?? if y’all like it! let me know if you want some more of this story and i shall deliver.

you need Dio’s praise.

like the flowers need springtime showers, you drink in his gentle touch, and the sensation of his fingertips caressing the top of your head when he pets you. you would stay there, face buried in the coolness of his undead thigh, forever if he didn’t need you. if you weren’t his most reliable, loyal follower. “You’ve done well.” it’s simple, but the phrase sets your whole world on its head. “As to be expected, your faithfulness to your Lord greatly outshines your peers.”

you were holding on to him, both arms wrapped tightly around his massive knee, and his sharp nails scrape genteel against your scalp as he combs through your hair at the root. “Whatever you need,” you whisper, hugging his leg tighter, “ask it of me. I will deliver it to you, Lord Dio.”

his fingers, thick and sharpened to blackish blades, careen beyond the crown of your head to dip and slide over your cheekbone, and delve downwards until they hook beneath your chin and urge your head to tilt upwards. when you relax, allowing his fingers to guide your eyeline upwards towards him, you find him leaning forward, shoulders bunched up to hover as close to your face as he could get from his position on the bed. you don’t even let your gaze drift to the other, naked girls splayed out on the bed— they were dead, anyways. they couldn’t steal any more of his time, of his attention, away from you once he’s drained them. that’s what he always told you. so, you stared directly into his piercing, crimson gaze, and felt the hold he kept right around your heart as it thumps rapidly in your chest. “You are so very precious to me, you know this?” butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you nod, eager. “Which is why it pains me so to ask this of you, but my dear, my sweet, loyal pet, you’re the only one I can entrust to this task.”

“Please,” you whisper, inching closer. his gargantuan hand splays out over your cheek, and you nuzzle into the embrace, closing your eyes only briefly before your lashes flutter and you stare up into his eyes again, “Lord Dio, whatever you desire, I’ll happily acquiesce. I would kill a hundred men for you. A thousand! I’ll destroy cities, burn continents until only your followers kneel on scorched earth—“

Dio exhales, a wicked grin stretching his lips over fangs that glint against the dim candlelight, shadows concealing portions of his countenance. “Shh, shh.” he croons, his large thumb pad dragging along your lower lip. you purse your lips, instead, to kiss it, to worship his digit, grateful enough that he would even touch you. “There will be time for carnage, my pet. Plenty of it, but this time, I want you to infiltrate these Crusaders that keep slipping between my fingers.”

“In…fil…trate…” you take your time, allowing each syllable to leave your lips before you frown. “I can kill them where they stand—“

Dio quirks a brow, dragging his sharpened nails over the delicate flesh of your warm cheeks. “They’re formidable, as much as I loathe to admit it, and I’ll not have them raise a single finger to hurt you,” his words flow like warm honey, and he leans forward to plant a fond kiss against your temple, which silences your protests as your heart beat revs, “I simply don’t know what I’d do without you, my pet.” you melt into his words, huddling close to his knees, and you nod, a signal to him that you were listening— that you’d hear him out. “Posing as a runaway, I want you to convince them that you want revenge against me and that you wish to travel with them,” you frown, deeply; the very idea of voicing any ill will towards Dio at all made your stomach turn, “even the strongest men wouldn’t be able to resist your pretty face. Use it, and travel with the Joestars.”

“What do I do once they accept me?”

Dio hums, thoughtfully, “Whatever you can to tear them apart from the inside. Without being caught.” he pauses, tilting his head as he watches you, “You can do this for me, can’t you?”

your head snaps up and you nod, fervently, “Yes! Lord Dio, I can do it. I will tear them apart from within. By any means necessary.”

“Good girl.” he croons, petting your cheek. his smile doesn’t waver. “One more thing, if they find out what you’re doing, they will kill you.” dying doesn’t scare you. you knew that. besides, the idea of disappointing Dio was much, much more frightening. you only nod when he mentions it, aware that’s this mission was sensitive— you’d have to play a role, and play it well. “Do this for me…” Dio hums, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger to pull your face closer to his. your cheeks are blistering hot and you know he can hear the pounding of your heart against your ribs, because it even echoes in your ears when his lips hover just inches from yours, “And I’ll give you what you’ve been begging me for.” he says, husky and low. your eyes widen. tears threaten to well up in them from shock and unbelieving joy.

“L—Lord Dio—“ you whisper, speechless. breathless. you can’t even look in his eyes and, instead, stare at his smile. it curves to form the words.

“I’ll make you my bride.”

[tsirxyawntu]

✰𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰✰

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯���𝘯𝘨s: choking, biting, mentions of drawing blood, fingering, oral m and f recieving, spanking, overstimulation, tail pulling, collars, dacryphila

SFW

His primary love language is physical touch. No doubt.

He deffo pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, maybe sneaking one on your thigh

If your sorting something out standing up or cooking he'll come behind you and press his chest against your back. He would drop his head into your neck and his arms will wrap around your waist. He usually does this after a hard day maybe after a long mission, inhaling your scent to help calm him down, to reassure him that you there and not leaving. That you're there with open arms, open legs and an open mouth.

If he's infront of his teammates that he's not so close with he would subtly grab your hand under the desk or wrap his tail around yours or your leg, keeping you by his side.

Deffo plays footsie with you under the table if he's in a relaxed mood, seeing who'll break first

Only lets certain people call him by his first name

The people include Lyle, Z-dog, Mansk, Spider and Ja. And of course you can 🙊

He prefers if people call him by Quaritch in front of his superiors or other people in the base who he is strictly professional with.

He lets people close to him call him Miles as it helps him feel secure in his own body. Human Quaritch was referred to as Quaritch by everyone and as recom Quaritch is his own person he prefers Miles from his friends as it also helps him not feel guilty for human Quaritch's actions.

Uses 3 in 1

The man has body wash, shampoo and conditioner all in one, he ain't have time for all that

He uses a wash cloth or a loofah. EVEN THOUGH HE USES 3 IN 1 HE WANTS TO BE CLEAN. The guilt eats away at him so he tries to scrub it away (I'm sorry)

Likes showering with you

Helps him to relax if he's with you

Secretly loves to be pampered. Wash his hair (with your shampoo, probably gets teased for smelling like you by his mates)

I just know he looks forward to you drying his hair. Him sitting on the edge of the bed with you standing between his legs using a towel for dry his hair, his hands resting on your hips, his eyes either closed or looking up with adoration in his eyes.

Makes sure he's touching you whilst sleeping (NOT LIKE THAT. yet...)

We all saw that scene where he woke up and swung first thing. He needs you next to him to once again calm him down.

Either with you laying on his chest, you legs tangled together and you falling asleep listening to his heartbeat, him listening to your breathing.

Draw shapes in his skin with your fingers or pat him to sleep gently and he's out like a light.

His chest against your back, arms engulfing you with your head tucked under his chin. It helps him to feels as if he's keeping you safe.

He usually waits for you to go to sleep BUT coddle him and he goes to sleep first, both of you on your sides, his head on your chest or stomach, one of you hands stroking his hair and the other wrapped around him

Gives you random gifts

He'll pick up or steal little things from the base or on his mission because they remind him of you

You have a box in your drawers with a bunch of little rocks, flowers, pens or things that are your favourite colour. (Bae material fr)

🚩NSFW

WE HAVE ALL SEEN THE PART WHERE HE HAS HUMAN QUARITCH'S SKULL IN HIS HAND. MAN CAN CRUSH ME

Your ass in the air with one of his hands having your tail wrapped around his knuckles, using it as leverage to pull you back on his dick, his tip jabbing at your cervix with every thrust threatening to pierce through.

The other hand covering your head, pushing it into the cushions, his sweaty pressed against your back, the two sticking together. His teeth grazing over your neck, poking at your dewy skin teasing you before clamping down on it and piercing your flesh with his fangs, marking you for others to see (maybe if some new recruit has been flirting with you, his possessive side come out) watching the blood trickle down your neck, his tongue lapping it back up before kissing you.

"It's alright cupcake, let them hear you. Let that motherfxcker from the new team hear who you belong to. Don' understand whose you are, 'll make him understand. Aww you crying cupcake. It's 'lright you can't take it. My good girl yeah. Mine. I ain't lettin' you go. Stuck with me now, I'll make sure of it. Put my cum inside of you, have it leakin' out by the time I'm done with you. Gonna have you walking around with it leaking out of you, show him you're mine, all mine. Always taking what I give you, so good fr' me, love ya so much. Gonna have ya carryin' my baby by the end of this. You feel that baby, where I have your hand, that's my cock inside you. God you're so small, taking me so well, can feel me poking outta you." (Got a bit carried away, BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT)

Loves keeping eye contact when giving or receiving head

When one of his hands is holding your hair is a ponytail and the other is stroking your cheek, pushing his length all the way down your throat, watching your eyes mist over with tears, running down your flushed cheeks begging for mercy, your lashes clumping together from your tears. His eyes looking down on you, his pupils erasing the gold from his eyes as his lust consumes him.

When he's going down on you, his tongue flicking on your swollen clit, his fingers abusing your sweet spot, ready to coax an orgasm out of you. Darkened eyes looking up into yours.

"Nuh uh,*slap* eyes on me darlin'. Atta girl. Gotta keep looking at me, can you do that fr' me"

My man deffo has a dacryphilia kink (sadist yk but well get into that after).

Maybe he'll even put some mascara on you before just to watch it run down your cheeks, ruining your innocence. Corrupting you

Watching tears run down your face, showing how good he's making you feel, how good you're taking it for him...pleasing him

S A D I S T. Full stop

He'll slap your pussy if you misbehave, sending quick reigns of pains shooting up your body, your clit pulsing and red.

Miles'll pull on your tail, maybe even wrap it around his knuckles and tug on it if you're tryna get away when it's too much,

Spanking...he'll use it as a punishment AND foreplay. With your stomach lying across his legs, one hand slapping down, watching the skin redden and the other having two fingers shoved in you, just resting, moving in and out once in a while. He'd wrap his belt around your thighs, keeping them shut together.

"Wanted to be a brat huh. Wanted to grind on another man with me watching, with me looking in your eyes. Thought you were my good girl yeah. Thought you listened to me. Guess I was too nice to you yeah."

Biting...😩

He has to bite your neck when he's fucking you, he needs to mark you, to show others you his, only his

Maybe he'll even lean down and bite your ass, "Sorry baby I had to, it was calling me"

He'll graze your clit with his fang, teasing it whilst his fingers are inside you

Collars or choking will be the death of him...again

Maybe he'll even buy you a collar with his name engraved on it or a charm with his initials on

His hand'll wrap around the whole of your neck, it satisfies him that you'd trust him with your life, allowing him to choke you (even though he could easily snap your neck in half)

"Shit sweetheart what're you doin' to me. Ya look so pretty with my name on your neck, shows everyone your mine, mine to fuck *thrust*, to breed *thrust*, to kiss *thrust*, to keep *thrust*"

If you wear the collar he gave you, expect to need a wheelchair the next morning, actually he'll probably just carry you everywhere, using it as an excuse to roam his hands all over you, fingers digging into the plush of your skin

He might even make the collar for you himself. Collecting beads he finds until he has enough to complete the collar for you. He'll know how to make one by watching you over your should when you make jewelry, taking in your every move, watching as your nimble fingers work on the piece, remembering how they were wrapped around his cock the night before

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Teen Wolf: The Best Of

red. and a little more red.

by brawlite | Explicit | 24999 | 2/2

Peter Hale returns to Beacon Hills after some time away. He finds the inescapable bonds of pack, the remnants of family, and a loft that is bigger and better than Derek's. He even finds what is beginning to feel a lot like a midlife crisis. That, he blames on Stiles.

Bone Deep

by ShippersList | Explicit | 28579 | 6/6

Fame is Vapor

by Triangulum | Explicit | 43157 | 5/5

Peter, rich and famous fashion mogul, accidentally spills his beer on Stiles at a baseball game. Stiles has no clue who he is. That makes their first date so much better.

Shameful Company

by kaixo (ballpoint), Whispering_Sumire | Explicit | 38779 | 2/2

[About a year before the fated Hale fire, Peter starts having nightmares that involve a woman with red hair. The nightmares lead to a spell that brings a man back through time, and, eventually, though the time-traveler is traumatized in the most horrific ways, and Peter's never been good with or for people, in general, they develop a bond that neither of them expects.]

Beauty In His Eyes

by Whispering_Sumire | Explicit | 16852 | 3/3

Peter is protective and violent, Stiles is fucked up but surviving, and they elope to canada to see the northern lights

Waiting for Pack

by DiscontentedWinter, hisaribi | Teen | 14927 | 8/8

This isn't the first time Stiles has woken up in a different world.This isn't the first time that Peter has been caught in a place where time doesn't exist. Except this time they have each other.

Love Thy Neighbour

by cywscross | Teen | 22224 | 1/1

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

Ink Blossoms

by Triangulum | Explicit | 24515 | 1/1

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it. "Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

DILF

by twentysomething | Explicit | 30871 | 1/1

"Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

This Started As Only Make Believe

by thepsychicclam | Explicit | 44197 | 1/1

Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter's slight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn't have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek

by DiscontentedWinter | Mature | 51937 | 15/15

Stiles finds a baby on the porch. It looks exactly like him. Well, this is awkward.

Fangs&Fur Series

Somewhere I Belong

by heartsdesire456 | Teen | 30895 | 1/1

When Stiles got an interview for an internship at Fangs & Fur magazine, the publication owned by the well known and widely respected alpha Talia Hale, he never expected it to be offered an actual job by Alpha Hale herself. He also never expected for his life to change so much after he met the man whose department he was assigned to.

Baby Makes Four

by heartsdesire456 | Teen | 26021 | 1/1

When Stiles and Derek decide to adopt another child, they run into an unexpected obstacle that sends them down a painfully difficult path in hopes to adopt a child.

Asking For Trouble – Stiles/Peter/Chris

by ViciousHyperbolizer (B_Frizzy) | Explicit | 15963 | 6/6

So, a man and his husband walk into a bar. The punchline: stiles finding out his hookup from the other night is married. On the plus side, he didn't help anyone cheat, exactly.

Aggressive Support and other works – Sheriff Stilinski/Chris

by Merwin_Me | 19697

When Chris and Noah start dating, Stiles and Allison make it their business to keep anything from interrupting their dates. Peter's just along for the kicks.

Suit 'Verse Series – Stiles/Peter/Chris

So Well Suited

by Bunnywest | Explicit | 111578 | 22/22

Peter and Chris run a menswear store together. Stiles and Scott work at the gaming place across the way. It starts out as shared kitchen access, and soon develops into more.