The Holy Grail Types Of Fanfic

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Years on this app and still there's been no increase in the angst no comfort +plot fics. I'm doomed to suffer for all of eternity.

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Heyyy I hope this is okay especially with how many requests you must get day in and day out 🖤 I had this idea of a dark knight who is in charge of watching over a captured princess and over the time of her being imprisoned she develops feelings for the knight. Eventually she decides to attempt an escape but when the dark knight catches up to her flirtatious tension arises (^◔ᴥ◔^) Honestly it’s your blog but if it’s WLW that’d be great, otherwise go crazy and have a good day!

"Trying to leave without saying goodbye? Heartbreaking. Just as we were getting along."

The princess whirled. Even as she did it, she knew it was foolish. By the time one had laid eyes on a dark knight, it was usually already too late to win the fight. Especially when it was her dark knight. Well, not hers, but...

The knight stepped forward, oh so obligingly, from beneath the night that begged for the honour of giving her cover. The moonlight kissed the sharp black edges of her armour, caressed the deadly tip of her sword, painted her lovingly in monochrome.

The princess's breath hitched.

"Wearing my clothes too," the dark knight said. "My, my princess."

"Well, my dresses do not exactly blend in. It is not sentiment."

"You look good in my things."

The princess swallowed. Her face bloomed with a treacherous heat.

"Have you come to say goodbye then?" She tossed the words half like a plea, and half like a gauntlet.

The worst part, after all, was that she had struggled over the thought of leaving without saying goodbye to her dark knight and captor - which was, frankly, ridiculous. Of course, that didn't mean she wanted her escape attempt to fail simply for the chance of seeing her again. She took half a step back.

The knight's head tilted, expression obscured by her mask.

"Goodbye," the princess said, determinedly. She kept her voice steady, or at least as steady, as proper, as she could. "I have enjoyed our time together."

"Then you will be delighted to know that this is not farewell."

The princess's fists clenched at her side. She edged back another step, gaze fixed on the knight. "Just let me go. You cannot bring me back to him!"

"I most certainly can. Or do you imagine it will be difficult to put you over my shoulder?"

She hated that part of the thought made her shiver, not exactly in terror. Made her think of the knight's lean arms, her lithe strength, the way she towered over the princess in the moments where they were pressed close. A force of nature. A girl made of shadow and bloodshed.

"Please," she said.

"Princess."

"Please."

"I won't tell him you tried to run."

The princess laughed, a bitter thing, shaking her head. She couldn't fight. Or, rather, she could fight but she would not win. Could she run? Maybe. People often underestimated how fast she could be, when she wasn't focused on the poise expected of her.

(People, her mind supplied, were not her knight.)

She jutted her chin up, she edged back another step. "If you cared for me at all, you would not bring me back."

"And if you cared for me at all, you would not expect me to forsake my job."

"Even if you drag me back I'll run again."

"Yes. And I'll catch you again."

"How did you even find out about this!?"

Her - the - dark knight moved then. Wicked fast. One instant she was a few metres away, the next second she had the princess pressed up against one of the forest trees. She did not reach for her sword. Her hand cupped the back of the princess's head, keeping her from bashing it as she was pinned back. Her hand tightened in the princess's hair, sending a sharp bolt of almost sweet pain and adrenaline through the princess's body as she tugged.

"Because, Zaria," her voice was a silken hiss, "I know you."

The princess's breath gave another treacherous hitch. She was sure her eyes were wide

The knight's lips were inches from her own, her head bent low. Lady death and the maiden, the gold jewels of a looming over kiss turned to lavish twilight and steel.

"I know you better than anyone ever has," the knight continued. "Your clever viciousness, your pretty lies, your beautiful cunning. People always mistake prey for something soft and sweet and innocent, don't they?"

"But you are not people."

"Of course you would run." The knight's free hand slid up too, from her shoulders, thumb brushing over the princess's parted lips. "As surely as I would hunt you. This was inevitable between us."

The princess's hand closed on the sword left abandoned at the knight's side. She could have drawn it. She could have plunged it forward in their closeness, hoped to dig past all of the armour to the intriguing thing she'd caught glimpses of beneath.

But then her knight would not be blood and shadow, she would just be blood, and pain, and gone. She wet her cracked lips.

"And does the hunter ever feel tenderness for its prey?" she asked, softly.

"The prey is everything to the hunter," the knight replied. "And so the hunter feels everything for her."

"But not enough pity to let her go."

"I feel no pity for you, princess. You are not a pitiable thing, are you?"

"Then that is not everything."

The knight laughed. "You are magnificent. Will you come willingly," she asked, "or should I actually drag you?"

"Oh, you can drag me. Kicking and screaming. I think you'd enjoy it. Me writhing and thrashing and hot and spent in your arms."

The princess was delighted, despite her losses, to see the dark knight swallow at that. To hear her breath hitch, a chink in the armour. Information, for the next time, perhaps. It felt like a victory, however small. Not escape, perhaps, but another rock chiselled hidden from her prison walls.

"Very unladylike," the dark knight managed.

"You should tell him," she said, and nipped the dark knight's mouth savagely. "How unladylike I am. A lost cause. Not worth keeping."

"Oh, you will always, always, be worth keeping. Of that I'm sure."

"Maybe you should work for me instead."

"Maybe I should. But not today. It is late, and the rest of us need our beauty sleep to keep up with you, my princess."

They were fighting after that.

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Kinktober 1 - Monster Fucker

John Doe x Reader Warning: Smut, stalking?, putting my own twist on the story a little bit, shape shifting, magiiic woooo, tentacles, praise, smidge of plot "Did you eat dinner already?" You asked, eyes practically sparkling as you looked up at him. "Yeah but I could eat again! I only really had a sandwich so eating again would probably be good." He giggled. "Perfect, is grilled cheese and soup good?" You looked at him and he nodded. You made dinner together, asking him to stir the pot occasionally. You plated up and ate together, talking more and introducing yourselves better. He was a really nice guy, he had a pet rat that he rescued and was in school to be a dentist. (Smutty part) You turned a movie on and began to feel tired, you looked up at Doe who was very focused on the TV. "Doe? Are you tired?" You yawned, back pressed to his chest as you stretched, feeling him stiffen. "Yeah I- Mmm." He groaned, putting a hand over his mouth, you felt him start to get hard under you. "I'm so sorry! I should've been more careful." You said putting your hands on the couch to sit up but his hands immediately went to your waist, and again it looked like there were 4 fingers but for only a split second. You really were tired. "Please don't! I.." He sighed, "I think you're really really pretty, and interesting and nice. If you don't want this it's okay but I do." You nodded. It WAS a weekend and he was really really cute. "Okay, then.." You turned over sitting on his lap but now facing his face, "Where do you want me?" His eyes widened and the TV changed, static ringing in your ears as the screen changed. "You're room. You have a mirror up there." He whispered. You nodded and got off him, taking his hand in yours once again to go back to your bedroom. Once you reached your door, he opened it and picked you up. He laid you on your bed and as he looked at you, the lights began to flicker, didn't you just change these bulbs? "You look beautiful." He whispered, kissing your neck. The bed began to shift as his weight towered over you but you swore you felt the bed raise rather than fall? You opened your eyes and the man before you had changed almost completely. Thick curly hair was now thin and messy, no longer in the ponytail he wore only a couple seconds ago. He was pale and lanky, his hands only had 4 fingers, like you'd seen before. You could feel his wide grin on your neck and his breath became shaky as he pressed himself against you. You put your hands under his shirt and your hands almost completely wrapped around his waist. "Doe." You whined, feeling him grind against you. "God you feel so good. How did I get so lucky." His voice was low and raspy as he bit your neck and let out a loud moan. You didn't notice both your clothes were gone till he pressed his hands into your hips and something spongy writhed against your thighs. You looked down, tentacles. He had tentacles. You were always into monsters, they just itched somewhere in you that you couldn't reach with normal men. The more you thought the hornier you got. He has tentacles, large hands, odd powers that effected the environment around him, he was strong and most importantly he was kind and was very very infatuated with your body. "Please.. Please please please, You. Can I be inside of you, I can't wait anymore." He begged, today could not have gotten better. "Yes - fuck - Yes please. Fuck me." You whined. You gasped as they entered you. They were squirming and stretching you, reaching and pressing parts you couldn't. "Oh my God, You. You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He moaned. "Months. Months of waiting. Trying to win you. Trying to be good for you..And now I have you, Ah, all to myself." "How?.." You groaned, trying to get the words out to finish your sentences before a pathetic whimper left your mouth. "I'll explain soon, just focus on me. On only me."