#tor fic

[justaskingtoask]

Copycat Killer Update!

keep forgetting to post this here every week but, considering it's the tenth chapter, i guess i will now. only three chapters left…

#copycat killer #tor fic #wrassel #cmjf #punk #mjf

[ywhiterain]

The one where Klaus knocks up Stefan

The One Where Klaus Knocks up Stefan chapter 12 Rebekah takes charge.

"Are you alone?" Klaus demanded to know.

"Give me a moment," Elijah was mildly exasperated, but Klaus wasn't terribly concerned. "I am now. You have thirty seconds of my undivided attention."

Moderately exasperated. Klaus still wasn't concerned.

"I have decided to heed your advice be more demonstrative to Stefan," Klaus said.

"What's the catch?" Elijah asked.

#klefan #tor fic #tvd fic #my fic! #the one where klaus knocks up stefan

[ellieslovr]

daydreaming about ellie getting you so deep into subspace that your head’s all fuzzy and you feel floaty :( and you just wanna be as close as possible to her so she cleans you up and cuddles you until you fall asleep, praising you and telling you how proud she is :(

“You did so good mama, such a good girl f’ me.”

While she’s kissing you all over and making sure you’re not hurt :( <33 she’d be so sweet and gentle

#is this too niche #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ughhh i need her so bad #wrote this after using my vibr@tor for a more authentic experience #but also bc I didn’t wanna put nothing out 2night so fic tmrw!

[xythlia]

⎙ — 𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐘.𝐓𝐎𝐑

› WELCOME TO THE RED ROOM... RESERVED FOR GUESTS OF PARTICULAR TASTES

› toji x f!reader

› word count : 2k+

- ̗̀໒ warnings : sex work, on camera, choking, my spit kink shining thru again, biting, backshots, (1) ass smack, fingering, cervix fucking, reader has hair long enough to pull, squirting, rough sex, full nelson, creampie

You take a drag of your cigarette, bleary sleep deprived eyes doing their best to focus on the obnoxious flashing neon sign. WE'VE GOT A DOLL FOR EVERY TASTE. It makes you scoff as you grind the but out beneath your scuffed shoe, that's all they think of you all as, dolls. Props that just so happen to moan and squirt.

For the most part you keep your complaints to yourself, money is money. Not that this was what you ever pictured you'd land on as a career but it could always be worse.

Exhaling the last of the crisp night air from your lungs you pull open the sleek silver backdoor to Cloud Nine. The back hallways are made up of dim, twisting corridors. Some lead to the back offices, to security, but as you hook a left to brush past a tinkling bead curtain you're met with the large open dressing room you all share.

You prefer to spend as little time back here as possible, doing the bulk of your prep at your apartment before you're on for the night. You can't stand their mindless, giddy chatter. It also prevents you from getting attached to any of them, or taking on a puppy so to speak.

Before you can finish tucking your bag and coat away in the dingy locker your floor manager is waving a piece of paper in your face.

It makes your stomach flip.

"You got swapped, Angel can't do the red room and you're the only other experienced girl in tonight."

The red room was only ever offered on nights an experienced doll was on the floor, since the people reserving red rooms always have a... particular taste in mind. Newer girls wouldn't be able to handle it. As much of an annoyance as it is to be switched with so little notice, you don't mind. It can get dull shaking your ass for run of the mill patrons all night, plus the red room is where the real money is.

"One or-?" You ask vaguely.

"One guy, don't keep him waiting alright?" She says dismissively.

You grab the piece of paper, the list of what you will and strictly won't do for a red room service. It was standard fare: creampie, light sadism, degradation, ect. Since it wasn't too extreme you didn't bother filling it out, it's easier to just tell the guy.

It's not far to the private rooms, and part of you is more than a little eager to see just who reserved one of these eye wateringly expensive sessions.

Even bathed in the dim red lights you could tell he was attractive, dark hair and eyes that held something elusive even though he kept contact with your own.

"I didn't bother filling this out, nothing you requested is off limits for me." You smile as you let the paper flutter to the floor, taking the seat beside him on the plush lounge.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the blinking light on the camera, he already set it up to record. It makes you quirk a brow at him, usually even the most gutsy ones are a little camera shy.

He smirks at you. "I'll be gentle."

With the way he says it you know it's a lie.

With a grin you lay back, propping a pillow under your head and trying not to focus on that little green recording light in your peripheral. The worst part is being filmed, but that's part of the rooms appeal. These guys pay for the ability to record the entire session not just for being able to fuck someone with no holds bared, but the catch is the club also gets to upload it.

The feeling of his skin brushing against yours cracks your train of thought. His fingertips are calloused, hands rough but he doesn't have the look of a working man. As those fingertips caress a trail down your inner thighs you shiver, letting out a quiet gasp.

"Puttin' on a show?" He purrs.

You give a breathy giggle, winding your arms around his muscles back as he leans over you between your legs. "Isn't that what you paid for?"

He pushes against you, lips brushing experimentally against yours, and deepens it to something harsh and hungry when he feels you start to squirm beneath him. His touch feels like fire, scorching a path across your skin with every grope and fondle of your body. You feel a familiar sensation of dizziness, of lightheadedness; every movement is skilled and purposeful, a deliberate attempt to steal the breath from your lungs and leave you choking on your own spit.

His lips begin to make their way down your neck, sucking hard against the delicate skin and making you groan with every nip of his teeth. In a daze you help him undo the straps of your barely there top, head tipping back when his mouth finds one of your nipples. They get the same rough treatment as your throat, and he gives a particularly sharp graze of his teeth clearly just to hear you yelp.

Your hands cup your breasts, kneading them, as his mouth dips marks a path down your stomach. Caught up in your own eagerness you wiggle your hips slightly, anticipating what's coming only to feel him grip your legs and yank you down further. The suddenness makes you wince, propping on your elbows to see just what he has in mind.

The way he's looking at you, with such debauched hunger it sends butterflies off in your chest. You don't even know his name but you know this is the kind of man a red room was designed for. As he leans forward again between your legs you feel his erection press hard against you, making the fabric of your panties slide against your clit with delicious friction.

Before you can ask, beg, for more his thick fingers glide up the column of your throat and press hard against the sides. Squeezing against your carotid artery and making your mouth drop open. As soon as your lips part you see the shimmer against his bottom lip, watch in fascination as a thick clear string of spit comes down to meet your tongue.

Sucking his lip he brings his face barely an inch from yours, through the fuzz of your restricted blood supply you notice a scar on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't pay for you to look at the fuckin' camera." His voice is low, gutteral.

The second he lets go your body is automatically sucking air into your lungs, hard and sputtering as you lift your hips up to grind against him. In one smooth movement, before you can even process it properly, he's got you flipped on your stomach and pulling your ass up and back.

Your cheek presses against the plush fabric, eyes squeezed shut feeling his fingers run over your damp panties. There's not even enough time to relish in the contact before two fingers have the fabric pulled to the side, his knuckles sliding past the ring of muscle makes you moan against the lounge seat.

Hearing the soft shuffling of clothes you know he's undressing, even while his other hand is occupied with keeping his fingers scissoring against your slick walls. The sudden emptiness of his fingers withdrawing was quickly replaced by the head of his cock sliding through your arousal, making you suck in a sharp breath.

Just from that little contact you can feel he's got girth and heft, excitement makes you dig your nails into the lounge and press your chest down against it, keeping your ass higher.

You hear him scoff and the sting of his hand coming down hard against your skin makes you cry out, but it's nothing compared to the biting pain as the swollen head pushes against your soaked hole. The stretch is agonizing, you're not sure any amount of prep would've been sufficient. You groan, bottom lip caught in your teeth as you feel the fabric against your face getting wet with the spit seeping from the corners of your mouth.

He doesn't wait for you to adjust before slamming his hips against your ass, hard enough to make your breathing hitch in your throat, and you can feel him brushing against your cervix. The pace is brutal, making your body jostle and shake with each thrust.

Slick squelching mingles with the sound of skin smacking skin to form a perverse melody that only heightens the tension building in your gut. Frantically you slide one hand down to rub you neglected, aching clit but before you can make contact he's got you pulled up by a fistful of your hair. The sting of pain makes tears prick in your waterline as blubbering moans spill from your lips.

The way your body rocks forward with every brush of his cock against your cervix, the way his girth makes your cunt feel overstuffed, it all makes your head spin. His grunts join the obscene cacophony of sounds along with your whines when he lets go of your hair to support your body with one arm while his other hand catches your jaw in a bruising grip.

You squirm, feeling the hot tracks of tears slipping down your cheeks but his hold is steadfast. If you had more presence of mind you'd swear you could feel your heartbeat not just through your entire body but in your cunt too.

As you dissolve in his hold, a crying whimpering mess, he pushes you back down face first into the lounge, holding you by the scruff as he repositions to hit deeper. Your moans fracture into gasps and hiccups as you clench down around him, finally able to rub frenzied circles around your clit and feel that compressed coil snap inside you.

The lounge becomes incredibly damp around your knees and your brain feels as if it's coated in sticky, thick honey.

You whimper pathetically as he yanks you up again, never breaking his pace, forces you to look straight into that ever blinking green light.

"Not all you can take is it?" He sneers, hooking fingers into your mouth and whatever reply you had gets lost in the garbled sounds you choke out around them.

When he suddenly pulls out you groan, body feeling exhausted and boneless on the comedown from your orgasm but he isn't done with you yet. He lays on his back, supporting you on top of him as he makes sure your pussy faces the cameras lens and slips back inside you.

Your eyes roll back as you struggle to help support your own weight. It catches you off guard when pulls you down so your back is pressed against his chest, both of your bodies slick with sweat and various other fluids. His arms loop beneath yours and his fingers lock together behind your neck, making your breaths come in wheezed yelps and your legs automatically rise up.

The muscles in your thighs are screaming from the strain and your lungs burn again, you feel yourself camping around him, walls throbbing and sucking his cock back in with every thrust.

You can't help but sob and blubber hoarsely, begging to cum again with every sharp upswing of his hips. His pace breaks up quickly the tighter you squeeze him, devolving into sloppy thrusts until you feel his cock throb inside you. Warm, sticky heat spreads inside you and you sigh brokenly in his hold.

The cameras unfeeling, fish eye lens catches the creamy white rings forming on his cock, the way his cum drips out of your sore pussy when he slides out of you with a throaty, satisfied groan.

You grin, slow and lazy up at the ceiling. Red room sessions aren't just about the money, they're the most... fulfilling.

#inspired by talking about cyberpunk & toji with anesa this is for youuu <33 #& before anyone says anything ik thats not how tor addresses work but i ain't making the title 56 numbers so #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #toji x you #jjk fic

[preacherboyd]

Sherlock Holmes [2009] dir. Guy Ritchie

#sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock holmes 2009 #sherlockholmesedit #shedit #tor gifs #one of my favourite interpretations of Them fr fr #i have no excuse for this #actually i do #i have consumed 92103847123 sherlock holmes fic in the last week alone #the weather turns cold and i get nostalgic for these 2 dont @ me

[secret-explosion]

Random Alastor Snz Head Cannons That Won't Leave Me Alone

Alastor hates sneezing. Hates it to the point that he will fight it off for as long as possible, (while keeping up appearances, of course) trying his damndest to hold it in and seem like there is nothing stirring underneath the surface. Alastor would definitely try to fight a sneeze with all of his sheer willpower before his body eventually gives him no choice

While in the company of others, he will hold back as long as possible, but usually find an excuse to leave just in time to sneeze far away from prying eyes

If done successfully, this will appear as if he is simply disinterested in a conversation or lost in thought when the deer will abruptly interject that he has some other business to attend to before being swiftly spirited away by his shadows. All conveniently fast enough to avoid any questions or delays. However, there have been times that the man has misjudged how long he could keep the mask up.

I think underneath the slightly heavier radio static overlay, Alastor would have an airy sneeze that will usually lead to a fitty string of unsatisfying sneezes. I kinda thought he would have a dad sneeze for a while, but I just think it would be kinda funny that this obnoxiously expressive and noisy character has the tiniest wisp of a sneeze; and the possibility that this juxtaposition is a minor insecurity of his in and of itself.

If someone were to witness this rare occurrence, they would realize what causes the seemingly random radio wave disturbances across a few miles radius. They would also notice his antlers grew and warped a bit from the loss of control

The few times his body betrayed him in front of the other denizens of hell during his early years of the afterlife, it ended with first some light chuckles at his expense and then with a few new voices on his radio show

So when the Radio Demon himself unexpectedly gives the closest approximation to a kitten sneeze possible in front of all the hotel's residents, he damn near implodes. However, he didn't have much time to dwell on that as there were a couple more fast approaching

Hope you guys like them! Feel free to use them in your fanfics or art because Lord knows I cannot write to save my life XD

#haz/bin #snzblr #snz #snz blog #al/as/tor #al/astor #snz headcanons #snz kink #snz fic ideas #ha//zb//in ho//tel #ha/zb/in ho/tel

[brazenskald]

In my first year of university, I was going through a very tumultuous time. There was all the many new things that come from leaving home, some good, some bad. There were the difficulties of a demanding if rewarding job, and I first became acquainted with the not-so-fondly-remembered and not yet fully un-internalized “student lifestyle.” Terrible food, awful sleep schedule, and this omnipresent sense of impending doom that was, at least in my case in Fall 2019, surprisingly prescient. Throughout all of this, I was not prepared to be struck by the warmth and depth and resonant Truth that cut through the noise and spoke to me with a certain book I picked up, by happenstance, because of its pretty cover. That book was A Conspiracy of Truths by @ariaste. You may have heard of them. https://www.alexandrarowland.net/a-conspiracy-of-truths

Now, needless to say I devoured aCoT, and subsequently its excellent sequel A Choir of Lies. I was sorrowfully disappointed to find out after finishing the absolute rollercoaster of Choir that there was in fact, no further reading yet to do. And so, profoundly affected as I was by this (for now) duology, which I will doubtless craft a dedicated and appropriately lengthy treatise at some point in the future, I set the books in a prime place upon my shelf and turned to face the rest of the year buoyed in my hopes for the brightness of Spring and the long lusty laughter of Summer. Alas, they were all of them deceived for another global epidemic was to begin. One (or two) life-altering years in a pandemic later… I returned to university, fully prepared to enjoy the hell out of an actual honest-to-gods academic institution that didn’t begin and end with a computer screen. It hit like a truck. Same awful student lifestyle, more bad habits piling up, and a rapidly growing sense of my own undiagnosed issue rearing its ugly head. I made one decision that saved me, probably. I kept buying and reading phenomenal books. I kept looking for stories to motivate, enervate, and inspire. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I remembered that fateful message spoken by a Chant on a page three years past. To loosely paraphrase, “Stories [are] people, and the way people are.” I chose to focus on resilience, made it my motto, and sure I still had lots of work to do, but it helped. It gave me the push I needed to keep going.

That last long Winter that seemed so dark that the sun was never going to come back? I went a-wandering, and lo, a new instalment from @ariaste ‘s Mithalgeard universe! Not a Chant sequel as such, but I couldn’t get my hands on it fast enough. It was an oasis. A respite from the grind and dreary routines. It was also gay as… well as gay as a rainbow covered in gold, let’s say. And I cannot recommend A Taste of Gold and Iron fiercely enough, because although in many ways I managed to end my degree on a high note, that book drew me out of the darkness of the coldest part of the year. It gave me the sense to smell the flowers, to bask in the green and golden glow of a soon-to-be-attained victory, long overdue.

Alex had by this point also published several shorter works, (and a whole library’s worth of content on AO3, naturally) which I leapt to read whenever they crossed my radar. It helped that I joined their discord community which was leaps and bounds more reliable in terms of getting updates and also just having the chance to share in mutual fandom gushing. If you’re even remotely interested in learning more about what I’ve talked about here, you should join in! https://discord.gg/XHJ9Uy5gef Everybody there is absolutely lovely. So why do I bring all this up? To summarize a preamble that is, to put it mildly, not short, Alex’s writing sings to my soul. I love it more deeply than my non-existent children, and their body of work continues to evolve and grow and deliver on the themes and core messages that hooked me with that first book.

But wait, there’s more! Life carries on, and with it comes new stories! Specifically, Running Close to the Wind! It’s Our Flag Means Death meets Mithalgeard, which if I haven’t convinced you to go and read those other instalments, well just trust me when I say that is a potent and persuasive pairing! It’s also going to be dropping at an important time for me, what with convocation, another big move in my life, and a whole whack of uncertainty. Much like Avra, Teveri, and Julian though, I’ll just have to brave the rocky waters and hold on to those nearest to me, and that’s what I’d like to focus on at the end of this post. A Conspiracy of Truth taught me that stories are people, A Choir of Lies showed how stories can change people, and A Taste of Gold and Iron drove home that stories we tell ourselves are the hardest to rewrite, but also the most rewarding when we take ownership of them. I anticipate that with Running Close to the Wind, Alex will likely show us (with ample amounts of pomp and queer circumstances) how the story of ourselves can only ever be written by interweaving the tales of those closest to us. Perhaps, we’ll even discover how to navigate the often stormy seas of uncertainty that seem omnipresent these days, whenever we deign to pull our noses out from whichever books we’re currently nestled within. I know that’s certainly something I’ll be looking out for, come this June, and now hopefully you will be too! (This last link does go to the webpage for Running Close to the Wind, Tumblr’s just being weird I guess.)

#fantasy #queer #lgbt #writing #booklr #books #A Conspiracy of truths #a choir of lies #a taste of gold and iron #running close to the wind #pirates #resilience #tor books #stories #new books #books that got me through the pandemic #ofmd #hopepunk #books as therapy #spec fic

[anxiousotters]

If I write a rivals-to-lovers Modern AU crack fic featuring Grizzled Old Men™ Jaster Mereel and Tor Vizsla as next-door neighbours duking it out over a “Best Yard” title (with some background YA Codywan), will people read it?

#this is mostly rhetorical #because I’ve already written 1.5 K words for this AU #jaster mereel #tor vizsla #JasTor #codywan #you can say no but please say yes #it’ll be funny I promise #otter’s fics

[celestialvoyeur]

💛💙SPIRK FIC REC💙💛

This TOS fic takes place after a The Search for Spock.

Following the fal-tor-pan, Spock is still struggling to recover his memories. The disastrous maiden voyage of the USS Enterprise-A causes him to realize that he’s forgotten something important about his place in Kirk’s life.

This is quite a gentle one, with deep love and tenderness. A lovely story with which to close out the year 🥰🖖

#fal-tor-pan #amnesia #star trek #spirk #spock #james t kirk #k/s #kirk/spock #k/s fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic rec #fanfic #star trek tos #tos kirk #tos spock #tos spirk

[a-finnish-janitor]

"A few shots of the Anderson's finest will fix us both up. See you soon, Saga."

The small smile gracing Saga's face faded, and she nodded, a determined look in her eye as she turned to go. Tor could feel thoughts and plans swirling in her head as she left, and he drew back. His head swam as he did, his hand clutching the light post even harder as he leaned over, waiting for the sensation to pass.

His head a little clearer, he let go of the post, and slowly made his way back inside the nursing home. His head still felt loggy, but those two words shone out like a beacon in them, ringing over and over.

"Thanks, grandpa."

They had come out unsure, a test to see how it felt. He had felt her uncertainty in her mind place. How it had changed to a confused blend of hurt and wonder when she finally could see, finally accepted that they were family.

Family. Saga was fighting hard to save hers, save her daughter. He knew this small gesture wouldn't absolve him of everything, but knowing he could help save his great-granddaughter helped fight off a little bit of the lingering darkness.

He only wished he could have gotten the chance to meet her.

#alan wake 2 #alan wake 2 spoilers #final draft spoilers #tor anderson #saga anderson #my posts #my fic #this ended up angsty in the opposite direction than i intended when i first thought of this idea lol

[pintsizeninja]

Since it’s canon now that Marko, Captain and Olli portray the “young” (~50 year old) versions of the Old Gods, I’ve been using these old Poets promo photos as references for what the Old Gods would’ve looked like back in the 1970s when they were in their late 20s/early 30s (assuming that Tor and Odin are about 80 during the events of AW2.) This is definitely how I envision them when I write my Old Gods fic.

It’s my headcanon that the “projections” we see in the Dark Place on In Between With Mr. Door are how they (except Bob, of course, that’s a whole mystery in and of itself) looked in 1988 when they struck the deal with Door and sealed their fates.

Yeah, I spend entirely too much time thinking about this shit. Thanks, Remedy.

#alan wake 2 #old gods of asgard #my fic #olli looks like such a baby and i just want to squish him #odin anderson #tor anderson #bob balder

[justaskingtoask]

Copycat Killer

Chapter 3!

if you've ever wondered what would happen if mjf pulled a Gone Girl…

#following on from that last post: #thank you to everyone who's been so nice about this so far #really making a guy happy over here #tor fic #cm punk #mjf #cmjf #gone girl #wrestling fanfiction #fanfic #wrassel

[ywhiterain]

3x05 coda

Klaus and Elijah’s fight dissolves into kissing. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42498918

#klelijah #this might be the first instance of me writing incest for these siblings #tor fic #the originals #icebluecyanide #my fic!

[transcendence-au]

Do you know if anyone has taken anything they've written for this AU and edited it into something original to publish? I was having some ideas about a fic I started a while ago and now I'm curious if anyone has actually done it, since the AU itself is such a departure from the original show, and some of the fics I've read are 100% OCs, so it wouldn't be hard to change it from fanfiction to inspired-by-fanfiction. It would be neat to read something like that and see the influence.

off the top of our heads no.

that being said, if anyone wants to file the serial numbers off their fic and turn it in, fucking go for it baby

#martha wells just published her whole ass untamed fanfic as a tor exclusive in the year of our lord 2023 #i would fucking love to see one of y'all do it #just let us know lol #mod talk #fic

[autisticwriterblog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Odin Anderson & Tor Anderson, Odin Anderson & "Fat" Bob Balder Characters: Odin Anderson, Tor Anderson, "Fat" Bob Balder Additional Tags: Angst, Terminal Illnesses, Pre-Canon, Friendship, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Constipation, Platonic Relationships, POV Odin Anderson, Fanfiction Library Discord's Daily & Weekly Drabble Challenges, Discord: Fanfiction Library, Ficlet Series: Part 41 of Ficlets for FFL's Drabble Prompts, Part 51 of Into the Remedyverse, Part 60 of FFL Fics Summary:

Odin and Tor visit Bob in hospital.

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #odin anderson #tor anderson #fat bob balder #my fic

[preacherboyd]

Justified | 1x10 The Hammer

#raylan givens #ava crowder #art mullen #justified #justified 1x10 #justified fx #justifiededit #we dug coal together #tor gifs #i will definitely gif these scenes individually in the future because im insane like that and there are so many little details #that i had to cut #to maintain the flow #that fascinate me #but i wanted to see these side by side #anyways raylan's boyd obsession is really something #also raylan fondling his ring while talking about boyd will forever rock my world after having read praycambrian's fic