#story of the lovers

[a-trying-writer]

(Original short fic focusing on two ocs. Made need some work before positing it on ao3. Just small touches and fixes.)

As Seth bathed in his deep, clawed tooth bathe filled with rose petals floating on the clear water, his mind drifted off to memories of a time that he wasn’t himself. He was in fact two people, twins, almost identical by appearance except for their sex. But they were just of the same mind, that held no memories of what he was actually.

But that time that his two halves were only just floating skulls, he met with a young girl with brown skin and dark brown hair and matching eyes. She was lost, alone, and scared in this big wide world, after escaping a troubling life. And despite how difficult it was at first, the three managed to put their minds together, and survive during the harsh times of hunger and homelessness.

As time went on, the twins learned from humans, and what identity means. So they earned their bodies and faces — pale skin, magenta eyes, and brilliant white hair. It startled the young girl at first, but when they all realized that this was a good first step at figuring themselves out, they decided to stay together. And for years they did.

As they grew older, the more they learned. The twins grew stronger and gained power to protect their friend, but as they changed over time, so did their feelings. And neither twin didn’t want to let go of their beloved friend. But neither was jealous either. They were of one mind, and soon learned, they were one body. A daemon that was casted out of Inferno when they were deemed too weak. Split in half so they could waste away in the human realm.

But the young girl told them that they were more than what those that broke them apart. Who they are isn’t defined by others, not even her.

So who are they exactly?

Mostly important, who do they want to be?

A woman or a man?

They didn’t find the answer at first, so they decided to carry on. And the more they saw the beauty that the world had to offer, from art to theater to music, it hit them. They could create something by themselves, with their mutual friend. So they started to call on those that could help them. At first, they had a small tailor shop, where the twins could make clothing. And what beautiful styles they had made, from frilly dresses to long gowns, and colorful suits and robes. But they needed a name for their boutique.

“Simone’s Fashion,” they said, even though it both alarmed and made their friend embarrassed. But she loved it.

So they made the biggest banner with her name on it. From there, things started to grow business wise, with the help of those that knew more.

And it was certainly fruitful! They were slowly becoming more well known, but it caught the attention of a few unsavory daemons.

And they wasted no time in capturing the human that the twins loved. Filled with rage, they chased after them, even falling into the realms of the seven layers of hell to get her back.

But they were told that their state, of being two separate people of what used to be one person, made them weak. They couldn’t protect their friend.

The one they had realized that they both had feelings for.

They were given a choice: fuse together and show their true strength, or let their friend die because she is only a human that couldn’t survive the realm of daemons.

But fusing together could mean losing one half of that other. A huge risk that might not work.

They might not be strong enough to save their mutual friend.

But as the twins looked at each other, holding each others hand, they felt a pulse. Each others heart beating at the same time. And that’s when it clicked. Gender and sex meant nothing m, as long as they both accept their new self. Their new identity. The person they once were, but different.

And while there were risks, yes, they decided to take their chances, and lose their individualities, to let both become one.

Then rose up a daemon, much more powerful than the one that gave to him the ultimatum. His aura could be felt and made others frightened, but not the one that held his beloved captive.

Until he realized what he actually is. An arch-daemon that was usurped and destroyed. But he never looked like this before.

With incredible power, the arch-daemon destroyed the daemon, and approached the young woman that had her life nearly sucked out of her. Without a choice, the man returned the woman back to her realm, but couldn’t live with her anymore.

So he sealed away the rift that opened up to his kingdom.

It was certainly lonely, being the ruler of a realm filled with daemons that barely know anything about humans. It was tedious as well. He missed it when he made clothing out of different materials with his bare hands. Dyed the fabrics with the help of his friend.

But now he has to keep this realm in balance. After all he is their ruler now.

To his surprise, that wouldn’t last very long, when his old friend found a way to enter the realm, losing most of her humanity. He called her a fool as he rushed towards her frail body. But she looked at him with a weak smile.

“I don’t want to be without you,” she said.

And his heart shattered as he cupped her pale cheeks. He apologized to her so many times, clinging onto her with tears in his eyes, but what can he do? He can’t abandoned this realm so easily.

“Falling in love with a human is rather forbidden…” said a king that ruled over a different part of this realm. “And that in turn means punishment… but I think I can let things slide… all you need is a proper successor. Tell me, King of Lust, what will it be? Will you leave?”

The King lifted up his companion in his arms as he stood up. “I want my freedom. I want to live with her.”

“Then I’ll strip your title away and give it to someone who can focus on this section of hell. But you know, even if she leaves, she won’t survive for much longer… how about a bargain, hm? You can’t exactly get away for free you know.”

“I…” The King quickly big his tongue, because making deals with daemons, especially high ranking ones are a greater risk than whatever he had to deal with before.

But the woman spoke. “Take my humanity… I want… I want my friend back.”

“Then I’ll take it, and in return, you will be granted the sight of your future. Fair deal?”

“Fair deal,” she answered weakly.

Despite the King’s protest, the woman extended out her hand for a large daemon to take. In that instant, there woman cried out in pain, as her vision started to blur then became completely blind within seconds. It was too much, it caused blood to flow from her eyes. But she still held on. Still stood up to give whatever she could, just to bring her friend back to her realm.

And that made the King cry.

Once the transfer was complete, the woman fell over, but was quickly caught by the King. He held her close, noticing that the blood that flowed from her changed from red to dark purple, and glittered like the stars in the sky of her realm.

“That’s the kindest trade I am willing to do… Now for you.” The daemon turned to the King with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll take your crown, and you will leave immediately.”

“Is—“ “I am in a merciful mood, daemon. Now go. I got business to attend to.”

With that said, the former king held his friend close, and soon left the realm together.

“Thinking about the past, Seth?” Simone asked as she sat at the edge of the basin.

He looked up at her to see her glittering eyes stare back at him, with a warm smile. Her once brown hair had turned blonde from the transformation, but she didn’t look that much different from before.

It made him happy. “Yes, my dear, I was.” He paused. “Would you love me if I didn’t choose to be a man?”

“I’d love you whatever you are, Seth.”

“So… my name… do you think it’s right for me?”

“It’s a wonderful name for you. Better than the ones you chose when we were children at least. Toast and Cheese? What kind of name was that!”

Seth chuckled deeply as he remember that those were indeed the name he chose for himself when he was two people. He wasn’t familiar with what humans consider normal names. “Okay, sure, it is much better than those yes… but…” His smile faded as he reached out to hold Simone’s hand. “Do you really not care about my physical appearance?”

“You can change your body whenever no? I mean I know it’s painful but still possible, correct?”

“Yes… but to be truthful, I do enjoy my more masculine looks. I look good in so many outfits like this.”

“Than it’s fine. I don’t care what you choose to do, Seth. I’ll always support you. I love you, no matter what or who you are.”

Ah how those words made his heart flutter. “I love you too, my dear,” he replied before pulling her hand close to kiss the back of it with a smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble, Seth,” she said as she brushed back his long white hair behind his ears.

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Stuck on the idea of vampires as a kind of reverse fae, or like someone's twisted, perverse attempt at moulding humans into fae.

They're repelled by liminal spaces.

A vampire could never enter fairyland, not just because they'd never be welcomed, but because most of the usual entry-ways are naturally barred to them.

They can't cross running water. They can't be seen in mirrors. They will wait forever at a crossroads, unable to pick a direction to go in. They can't even step over a thresh-hold unless there is absolutely no ambiguity about whether they are welcome inside.

They crave human blood, iron and salt, but are repelled by herbs and plants. They are supernaturally prevented from harming you unless the rules of hospitality have been invoked.

A fairy may replace your newborn child with something unnatural and ever-hungry. A vampire will do the same, but with your grandmother's corpse.

The fae are typically associated, even in stories where they're the bad guys, with flourishing and purity. Vampires, even in stories where they're the good guys, are typically associated with decay and corruption.

The fae turn ancient human burial mounds into fancy halls for their courts. Vampires take ancient human castles and let them grow mildewed and cobwebbed, exchanging the beds for coffins, turning them into burial places.

Fae don't tend to live among humans, but can generally pass for them with relative ease if they so choose. Vampires nearly always live among humans, but tend to find not revealing themselves a huge struggle.

I can't think of many stories I've read where fae and vampires even exist in the same universe, let alone ones where they actively interact. I feel like their enmity is almost more inevitable than that between vampires and werewolves, however.

The rivalry between vampires and werewolves is, essentially, the rivalry between two apex predator species who share a territory. (Even in stories where the werewolves aren't actually hunting humans.)

The vampires hate the werewolves because the werewolves interfere with their access to prey. The werewolves hate the vampires either because they consider themselves aligned with humans (the prey species), or because they are also predators and the vampires are competing with them.

By comparison, I think there's some story potential in the fae finding something genuinely creepy and uncanny valley about vampires.

They're immortal, like them, but also dead. They can be beautiful, like them, but that beauty is something they actively require humans to sustain. They like to inhabit beautiful and ancient ex-human dwellings, like them, but they actively work to make those places dark, damp and empty.

Fairies who are unflappable in the face of all sorts of Otherworldly monsters, can look an eldritch horror in the eye(s) without blinking, and have never been phased yet by any human, but will recoil from even the weakest vampire.

Vampires who hate fairies just as much, but in a more envious way. The way that the creature for whom immortality is a curse is bound to hate the creatures for whom immortality is an eternity of sunlight and laughter.

Maybe their touches burn each other. Maybe vampires can't stand physical contact with anything so alive and vital. Maybe immortal fairies become ill from too much exposure to the undead.

Maybe they fight over the human population when their territories overlap. The fairy need for servants and people to make deals with, competing with the vampire need for thralls and blood to drink.

Just… fairies and vampires. We need more stories about them interacting.

[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[tooth-with-eyes]

[freemakerfriendturtle]

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[sexyrisky]

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Short Stories: Too Late For Remorse

(Prequel)

Yandere Ex Husband x Countess Fem Reader

TW: time regression, cheating (mentioned), yandere, delusional behavior, etc.

“No!” (Your name) shot up from her bed, body covered in a cold sheen of sweat. Her lungs were on fire while her breathing was labored. Her hands fumbled at her neck as her heart pounded in her chest harder than a hammer against wood. She was alive… but how? She had been poisoned by her husband’s mistress…

(Your name) clambered from her silken sheets. The young lady nearly tripped on the fabric from her haste, but she had to scramble to the mirror… she had to make sure.

(Your name) gasped at her reflection in shock. She was twenty again… no longer was she the sullen, neglected thirty year old wife of Duke Blackburn. She was once again the young Countess (Last name)! She had the means to start over again.

(Your name) sunk to her knees as she smiled at her ceiling. A few tears fell down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath. She wouldn’t waste this second chance, no. She’d get her engagement annulled and live a peaceful life this time… no matter who she had to eliminate. (Your name) would pay her fiancé and his mistress back ten fold for their betrayal.

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(Your name) cut up her breakfast with the smallest of smiles on her lips. A week had passed since her time regression and her personality has done a complete one eighty.

No longer was Countess (your name) naive and meek, she was a brighter existence with a determination to learn more knowledge. A change that startled the people around her… especially her father.

Her father, the count, seemed quite curious on the sudden change in his only daughter. (Your name) had always been a young woman interested in romance and fairytales, yet that girl was no longer sat in front of him… she was a stranger now.

“My dear, are you not interested in any sweets?” Count (last name) softly asked his daughter who hadn’t touched any of the desserts presented before her. “These have always been your favorite…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in sweets anymore.” (Your name) gave her father a soft smile. It wasn’t a lie, she lost her love of sweets in her past life when her husband had made constant comments on her body over the years.

Count (last name) frowned before he sighed. “You also haven’t sent Trishan any letters recently… is everything okay between you two?”

Ah yes… Trishan was his name. (Your name) had called him Duke Blackburn for so long that she had forgotten his name…

“I don’t think he liked me that much is all, father.” (Your name) replied softly. “Plus he’s been awfully close to Lady Serpico’s daughter, Lady Gia.”

Count (last name)’s expression quickly darkened at the mention of Lady Serpico. That nightmare of a woman had damaged the reputation of his wife many years ago before they had gotten married… could she have sent her daughter to try to do the same to his darling (your name)? Was this why she had been acting so strange? Had Duke Blackburn made his daughter feel inferior to a snake?

“I will look into it, my dear daughter.” Her father rose from the table to pat his daughter’s head in an affectionate manner. “I love you so much dear… don’t you ever forget that.”

Of course (your name) hadn’t forgotten that, that’s why she used her father’s love to her advantage. Perhaps he could free her from this fate if he annulled the engagement once he found out about the affair?

(Your name) calmly slipped her tea as a ghost of a smile crawled on her lips. She’s moved her first chest piece, she wondered if her dear fiancé would enjoy the shame?

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Trishan shoved all the papers off his desk, his hands clutched at his chest while he struggled to breathe. Where was his fiancée? His darling fiancée?

Trishan’s blue eyes scanned the papers in hopes to spot a letter from her, the ones she used to always send him during this time.

He’s returned to the past before he was blinded by greed… before his long affair with Gia Sherpico… before (your name)’s murder. He could make it all right now since he had the chance to be the husband his beautiful, loyal wife deserved!

Trishan frowned when he hadn’t found any new letters. Was (your name) in good health? She was always such a frail woman… perhaps he should go visit her? Yes! She’d probably be so happy, she always had such a beautiful smile.

Trishan began to gather up all of the papers with a smile on his face. He had already ended things with lady Gia the moment he returned to the past, that snakelike woman wouldn’t pull the rug under him this time! He would not let her sweet lies fill his head and turn him against his darling wife. His innocent wife who had done nothing but love him…

Trishan couldn’t bear to find (your name)’s cold body again… he couldn’t live with himself if she died again. If her lips were blue and she laid in a pile of her own blood like some grotesque halo. No, he would protect her this time!

Trishan sighed dreamily at the thought of this second chance. He’d visit her this weekend with her favorite flowers, baby’s breath! They do mean every lasting love, after all!

A shame Trishan failed to realize was that a large bundle of baby’s breath smelled like feet…

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“I’m sorry, but my daughter doesn’t wish to see you.” Trishan felt his blood run cold when he was denied entry into the Count’s home. (Your name) didn’t want to see him? This had to be some sort of sick joke! Yes… that was it.

“Very funny, Count (last name).” Trishan waved off the count as he tried to enter the estate anyways. His large bouquet of baby’s breath caused Count (Last name) even more ire.“(Your name) will be thrilled I’m here-“

“My daughter doesn’t deserve a man who can’t keep it in his pants and someone who’s gift her a bouquet that smells like feet.” The count shoved Duke Blackburn back a few steps, the baby’s breath now laid in a puddle of petals at his feet. “Good day to you!”

Trishan could only stand there in shock, his hands clutched at his chest while his breathing was ragged. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… they were supposed to start over. They were meant to be.

Trishan tried to gather up the flowers in haste but they were already too trampled to fix… he’d have to get her a new bouquet. Perhaps a better scented one at that?

Trishan glanced up at the door, hopeful that this was all a big misunderstanding. (Your name) could never hate him… her father must be keeping her away from him.

[monster-crave]

New art with two werewolves is up :3

(there is a girl in the middle shhh)

[hektor-world]

This is better than any poem, GOOD NIGHT

[w-intent]

[dark-moonlust]

Mοnsterfucking stories be like:

It’s always a perfect fit. Okay? ✨😏

[these-lovely-monsters]

Tentacles Under The Bed - Part 1

[NSFW | 18+]

Characters: gn!tentacle monster x f!reader

Content: tentacles, bondage, choking

Trying out some tentacle smut for the first time 🙈

EDIT: [Part 1] [Part 2]

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One night, you're getting ready to go to sleep when you accidentally knock your chapstick off your nightstand. It clatters to the floor and rolls under your bed. Grabbing your phone, you turn on the flashlight and shine it underneath the frame. But when you look, there's nothing under your bed but dust bunnies. You definitely saw the chapstick roll under there but now it's just...gone. Now that you think about it, little things have been disappearing from your room lately. A few hair ties, the little rocks you found by the beach which you left on your dresser, the pen you were using to write in your journal. But you have no idea where those things could have gone. Maybe you're just imagining things?

Deciding to deal with your disappearing stuff in the morning, you turn off the lights and climb into bed. As you're settling into your nest of pillows and blankets, you think you hear a faint rustling sound in your room. Freezing, you strain your ears, listening for the sound but you're met with silence, punctuated only by your racing heart. It was probably just the sound of the sheets moving as you got comfortable, right?

You settle back into bed, willing your heart rate to slow down, and try to fall asleep. After several minutes of tossing and turning, you decide that a good orgasm will probably distract you enough and help you relax. Flipping onto your back, you slip one hand into your underwear and start gently rubbing your clit. With the other, you reach under your shirt and knead one of your breasts, pinching and rolling the nipple.

As you start to get more and more wet, your breathing gets heavier and you let out a little moan. You're getting lost in the pleasure that's building inside you until you feel something cool and silky wrap around your ankle. Yelping, you scramble up into a kneeling position and quickly flick on the bedside lamp. Heart in your throat, you're ready to face whatever it was that touched you but nothing is there. Ever so slowly, you bend over the edge of your bed to peer underneath but there's nothing there either. Jeeze, you're definitely just going crazy at this point. Looking over at your lamp, debating whether or not you should just leave it on and try to sleep that way, you see your chapstick sitting right there on the nightstand. What the fuck?

You're contemplating the integrity of your sanity when you hear the rustling sound again. Whipping your head around, you see something reaching out from under your bed. Screaming, you scramble backwards, plastering yourself to the headboard. Gasping for breath, you stare at the freaking TENTACLE that's hovering at the foot of your bed. After a moment, it slowly uncurls its tip and drops something onto your sheets. It gently nudges the thing towards you and then retreats back a few feet.

For a moment, you stay frozen, afraid of what the tentacle will do next. But then, curiosity gets the better of you. Slowly, you reach out your hand towards the object and then snatch your arm back once you have it. Inspecting it, you realize it's a small, shiny pearl that you've never seen before. Where did this come from? And why is the tentacle giving it to you? Looking up, you see another tentacle reaching up from the other side of the bed and you gasp, shuffling back again. This one slowly reaches towards you but stops a few feet from you and drops another object on your bed. This time, when you inspect the object, you find it's a beautiful crystalline necklace pendant. Is it giving you gifts?

Too absorbed in the objects, you don't notice that the first tentacle has reached out to you again until it gently wraps around your wrist. Yelping, you try to pull away but it tightens its grip on your wrist. Then the other tentacle reaches up to your face and gently presses the tip to your lips as if to shush you. Too startled to react again, you stay frozen as the tentacle moves from your mouth to pat you on the head. Then it starts gently caressing your cheek while the first tentacle slowly winds around your wrist. As you try to control your breathing, you take a moment to inspect the tentacle wrapped around your arm. It’s inky black and the surface is cool and silky to the touch. The tip is about the width of your finger but it widens to about the diameter of your thigh towards the base. You also notice that it’s lined with suckers that get bigger as you scan further down the appendage until it disappears under the bed.

The tentacles actually feel kind of nice against your flushed skin and it’s being surprisingly gentle as it explores you. One of the tentacles lifts a strand of your hair, twirling it around the tip. The other slithers across the front of your shirt, bunching the fabric up as if testing the texture. Suddenly another tentacle appears by your leg and pokes at your toes. That tickles and causes you to giggle. It pauses, listening to you laugh and then does it again. You’re about to tell it to cut it out when the one playing with your shirt snakes under the hem and up your stomach. Freezing, you hold still as it winds around your breast and then flicks your nipple with the tip as it squeezes. Gasping, you let out a little moan because that actually feels really good.

This is probably so many levels of wrong but you don’t get time to contemplate your sanity any further because another tentacle snakes up your leg and into your underwear. Before you can jerk away, the tip slides through your wetness and tickles your clit. It gives you a few flicks and then attaches one of the suction cups on the end to your bud. Gently pulling until the suction cup pops off, it repeats the action several more times, pausing to flick your clit now and again. Groaning, you realize you’re still wound up from your earlier unfinished masturbation and need some release. Deciding to say fuck it and let this monster do what it wants with you, you sink back into the pillows while it continues to explore you.

As you get lost in the pleasure of one tentacle on your clit and two more on your breasts, you feel more wrap around your ankles. They gently pull you down, spreading your legs wide as even more wrap around your wrists, doing the same so that you’re now bound, spread eagle in the middle of your bed. You should be afraid, and you are a little, but yet another tentacle reaches up into your underwear, plunging into your pussy and there’s not a single coherent thought in your head. A moment later the bedside lamp flicks off and your room is plunged into darkness. Now you can’t see anything and you can’t do anything except lie there listening to the wet sounds of tentacles fucking you as you feel them slithering across your skin.

You writhe and moan as tentacles squeeze and tickle your nipples and clit, while others suction to your stomach and thighs, making loud popping sounds as they pull off and reattach themselves. The one in your pussy plunges in and out, curling inside you, trying to fit as much of itself in you as it can. The more it pushes inside, the more your walls stretch around its girth and the sensation of fullness becomes overwhelming. Eventually, the tip inside you finds your g spot and you cry out as it flicks the spot over and over again. 

Yet another tentacle wraps around your throat and gently squeezes, not enough to completely suffocate you but just enough to make it a little difficult to breathe. Completely at the monster’s mercy, with your entire body pinned down while it fucks you, your pleasure erupts and you come harder than you ever have before. You arch your back as your walls clench around it while the orgasm washes over you. When you finally come down, you sag into your bed, completely spent and satisfied. You feel one of the tentacles reach up and caress your cheek again as you quickly drift off into a heavy sleep.

The next morning, you wake up with a start, memories of the night before turning your cheeks pink with embarrassment and arousal. It must have been a dream because there’s no way that happened. But when you lift your shirt, you see little round sucker marks covering your skin. Smiling to yourself, you get up and start getting ready for the day, hoping your new guest visits you again tonight.

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Well this was supposed to just be a few paragraphs of smut but then I kinda got into introducing the tentacle monster lol 🤷‍♀️

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[fictionadventurer]

How did Treasure Planet manage to come up with the greatest aesthetic in all human history? Victorian elegance plus space-age flair, with just enough dirt and grime and wear and tear to make it feel real? A combination of traditional and computer animation that perfectly embodies the movie's blend of old and futuristic? How does it get any better than that?

[freemakerfriendturtle]

[myfakeplasticlove13]

You know I didn’t want to, have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene