#Violetshipping

[heavenly-hand]

Something you can show, but can't see.

[fenioucreek]

sweet boys

[caughtshrimpin]

wip hours

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Just plugging away at more hacker!Seto undercover as a model. Things are starting to get hot and heavy while they're stealing a moment together in a storage closet.

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They made out for a stretch, unable to keep their hands and mouths to themselves. The temperature in the closet grew as hot as a sauna. Or it was simply their bodies running rampant on their lust. Jounouchi couldn't take it anymore. He set Seto down on his feet again and attacked the corset instead. He swept his hand over the entirety of its circumference but didn't find any obvious way to undo it.

No zipper. No catch. No buttons. Nothing.

Seto simply watched, leaning casually against the wall as Jounouchi groped him with increasing desperation.

"Help a fella out here?" asked Jounouchi at his wits' end.

"No," Seto smirked. "You're not ruining the fit. I still have a party to attend."

Shit. How could Jounouchi forget? They were still technically on the job. So much for remaining professional. Jounouchi was horny enough he almost said fuck it. He didn't have to undressed Seto beyond peeling his slutty pants down to fuck him stupid here and now. Except Jounouchi wasn't carrying condoms on him, and he doubted Seto had pockets anywhere on this outfit.

Groaning in frustration, Jounouchi squeezed his eyes shut. "We better stop before we get carried away then."

"No." Heated fingertips traced Jounouchi's jaw while he guided Jounouchi's hand to his erection.

Jounouchi's eyes popped open in time to see Seto's face twist in pleasure as he ground the heel of his palm against Seto's erection. God, he was so unbelievably gorgeous, long eyelashes fluttering in time with his twitching hips.

"Doesn't feel like you wanna stop here," he said huskily, squeezing the outline of Seto's stiff, full cock.

Jounouchi wanted to ruin him.

Moaning, Seto threw his head back. It knocked against the wall with a thud. "I—" he panted through his open mouth before swallowing thickly and continuing, "I never said that. We just don't have much time."

"How much time do we have?" he asked.

Seto floundered momentarily. His hips twitched as he bucked against Jounouchi's hands. "No more than twenty minutes?"

Jounouchi hummed. That wasn't a lot of time, but he could make it work. More than enough for a mutual hand job.

Unlike the corset, the trousers' zipper was obvious. Seto's cock sprang free as soon as it came undone. It was long and pretty like the rest of him.

"Naughty," Jounouchi groaned and closed his hand around Seto's shaft. "So you were going commando this entire time."

Seto opened his mouth to retort but he stopped short as Jounouchi stroked him from tip to root, drawing forth another moan instead. While Jounouchi's cock strained against his boxers and jeans, he ignored it in favor of pumping Seto. The only time he peeled his hand away was to spit in his palm. Seto whined as the saliva smeared over his flesh, turning the friction into a dirty wet glide. When Jounouchi swiped his thumb over the glans, Seto jolted and stumbled before righting himself.

Seto's nails sank into Jounouchi's shoulders. At first he thought he was using him for balance, but Seto started pushing down on them.

Their eyes locked. Jounouchi's confusion was short-lived as Seto laid out what exactly he wanted.

"Get down on your knees. Blow me."

White-hot arousal lanced through Jounouchi.

Seto wasn't done either. "You'll have to swallow so there's no mess."

[sharkrocket]

Was reading a fic where these two were playing chess and, honest to god, I thought this was going to be the outcome

[terra-sketches]

It's not his fault they're all weird

og post

[inbaba-inkerpape]

Someone's still up at midnight.Like a cat.

[pilotdragonmiku]

happy birthday my little emo boy... fucking whiny tsun...🤭🥰🤭🥰

[hanase]

I suspect everyone is going to draw (and rightfully so), amazing images of them being in love. It's what they deserve! So as a token of my appreciation to everything I love about these two, I am finishing the event with them having fun and being competitive and "fighting" and being just happy with each other. I am sure Katsuya is always thrilled to help Seto have fun and feel ok doing silly things and I am also sure Seto is grateful to be able to smile with him, fully aware of how he can enjoy himself and be loved because he deserves to be happy and have fun spontaneous moments with someone he knows will always try again, be there, no matter what.

[ladydraculena]

Big thanks @zelandiangelo for this lovely commission <3

[heavenly-hand]

“Irresistible”

(inspired by Klimt‘s Fulfillment)

[artnijna]

Sketch commission from Twitter!!! They are def not on a date…def working or something like that

[caughtshrimpin]

exchanging sighs

[wisyhana]

Don't mind me, just imaging how cute would Kaiba be if he finally trust Jonouchi enough to let himself rest comfortable with him. Kaiba learning to take naps and enjoy resting makes me wanna cry of joy 😭💙❤️ I love them so much, your honor.

And as always kaijou nsfw piece available on patreon!

[alectoperdita]

Ficlet now archived and available to read on AO3

25 for that situation prompt 👀👀

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

25. Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

content warnings: mild description of injury and blood, but not necessarily realistic

Read on AO3

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Blood seeped through his shirt. It overflowed onto his pants, dying his entire left side crimson. Jounouchi winced, but he didn't dare to let up on the pressure. Each step—every breath he took was labored. His knees threatened to fold under him with each lurch forward.

The wound might be deeper than he originally thought.

A glow hovered in the distance, cutting through the fog. For a second, he wondered if that was the afterlife beckoning. A moth to the flame, he lumbered toward it.

If he was going to die, he wanted to be warm, at least.

The light came from a solitary bulb illuminating a heavy iron-wrought entrance gate. Up close, it shone blindingly bright. Damn LED bulb. Exhausted, he slumped against the wall under it. When his head rolled back, he caught sight of a sign beside him that hung at eye level. He squinted to make out the characters through the haze of pain.

It read "Kaiba."

A wet gurgle of a laugh bubbled out of Jounouchi.

Well, wasn't this perfect? Kaiba might toe his corpse in disgust, but it was better than expiring in the nearby woods like a wounded animal.

"Oi, Kaiba," he croaked. "You'll tell Yugi at least, won't you?"

"What the fuck are you rambling about, deadbeat?" Kaiba's angry voice rang in his ear. It was as if he was right there with him.

Great, he was hearing shit already. He clung to it shamelessly. God, he didn't want to die alone, even if it meant he was delusional. "Be a pal. When you find my corpse in the morning, give Yugi a call and let him know you found me?"

"It won't have to wait till morning if you don't get off my property this instant," Kaiba barked.

The voice came from around the corner, close to the gate itself. Peeling his heavy eyelids open, he gripped the wall and peered around, perhaps hoping to glimpse the other man even if he was a hallucination. Embedded within the white stucco wall was a dark electronic panel with a light that blazed an angry red over a speaker. There was also a video screen, but it was dark, staring back at him with a blank face.

"Kaiba?" he asked. Hope crowded into his throat, wet and fitful as tar. Or it was blood. "Is that really you?"

"You heard me, deadbeat." The tinny voice boomed out of the speakers. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Late," laughed Jounouchi. His head spun. He caught himself against the wall again, this time huddling protectively around the panel. "You—" A rattling cough. "You should be in bed."

"I was. Until somebody set off the perimeter alarms."

Jounouchi was somebody! He was no longer just nobody in Kaiba's book.

"Me! It was me!"

"No shit."

He peered through the gaps in the gate, up the ridiculously long driveway to the mansion in the distance. He couldn't spot any pinpricks of light up ahead. They would've been clues as to where Kaiba was in that gigantic house of his. How strange it was Kaiba who spoke to him and not one of his many identical-looking suited goons. Was he all alone in that wretched place?

"Do I need to call the police?" asked Kaiba icily.

"Sure," he said. "You mind calling an ambulance while you're at it?"

"What?"

Jounouchi spun around and searched for more red blinking lights. He found one on the other side of the gate. He retracted the hand clutching his body and waved it at the security camera.

Oh god, his side gushed. It felt like his guts were falling out. Dizziness washed over him and dragged him under into a smothering darkness.

The last thing he heard was Kaiba calling his name.

***

Jounouchi's ears rang.

Too much quiet could be a bad thing—under-stimulating the auditory nerves triggered tinnitus as effectively as loud noises. It was a funny thing a doctor told him once. God, the human body was so stupid. If there was one upside to dying, it was not having to deal with that nonsense again.

He felt weightless. He was sure there was pain, but it didn't pierce the heavy veil draped around his brain. Numb, that was the word. He was numb down to his fingertips.

He wiggled them. They responded after a brief delay.

So not paralyzed.

"Tch, knew you were too stubborn to die," grunted a familiar voice from his bedside.

Oh what a soft bed it was, too. Fluffy pillows full of down and silky sheets. It was like he was lying on a cloud. He knew there was no way he was in heaven, though, not least because he didn't fucking believe in one. Neither he nor the surly bastard sitting in the chair were welcome there.

Unable to help him, a dopey grin spread across his lips as he turned his head toward the other person.

"Heya, Kaiba." Shit, he sounded high. His eyes traced the drip line from his wrist to the clear bag of fluids suspended on the IV stand. "Must be the good stuff," he remarked, mostly to himself.

Kaiba rolled his eyes, but he uncrossed his arms and legs. What a beanpole. If he wore anything besides black, he couldn't intimidate even a rabbit. And those little fuckers got heart attacks at the drop of a dime. Damn lanky bastard.

A lanky, flat-assed bastard.

Kaiba scrunched his nose. "Stop. I'll gut you myself if you say another word about my ass."

He had a stick up that ass to boot.

"Jounouchi," Kaiba growled in warning.

"What? Can't a guy die in peace?" he groused.

Suddenly, Kaiba was in his face, blue eyes blazing like hellfire. Up close, Jounouchi noticed the dark ring around his eyes and the heavy bags under them.

His words came out no less harsh, though. Sharper than the knife that sliced Jounouchi last night. "Next time, try dying somewhere far from my doorsteps."

Despite being stared down by the Devil himself, Jounouchi wasn't scared. Kaiba was the Devil he knew best, after all.

A wave of fatigue swept over him, weighing down his eyelids. "Yeah, I'll give that a try if I need it to take. Hasn't worked every other time you've been around."

He could count the number of times he'd been at Death's door in Kaiba's presence on one hand. Somehow, Jounouchi survived each time in spite of him. But in this case, it was probably because of him.

He chuckled. "Your glares scare off Death himself."

Kaiba's expression tightened, then blanked. He drew back and straightened. Swathed head to toe in inky darkness with pale skin that glowed in contrast, he'd pass for the Grim Reaper himself.

That explained it. Kaiba wasn't the Devil.

"Yeah, if you're Death, no wonder you don't wanna collect on me. I'm gonna live forever!" He laughed. His chest seized. He groaned. He wanted to curl into a ball, but his body refused to cooperate.

Kaiba squeezed the bridge of his nose, entirely ruining his Specter of Doom look. "Lovely. You're acting like an even bigger imbecile than usual."

Jounouchi peered up again, ready to sprout more "inanities" as Kaiba was sure to label them when he got his senses knocked out of him a second time. The sunlight imparted the illusion of color to Kaiba's cheeks, magnified the intensity of his azure eyes, and contoured his noble features. He fucking glowed, like the light bulb in the deepening night or a tempting flame. The whiplash stunned and nauseated Jounouchi.

What could he say to this angelic vision?

Kaiba's brows furrowed. He almost looked worried, and that was how Jounouchi knew he was hallucinating again.

Kaiba snapped his fingers centimeters away from Jounouchi's nose. It worked, snapping him out of his stupor.

"Your brain better not have melted. Whatever's left of it," drawled Kaiba.

There was nothing like that patented Kaiba humor(?) to sober him up. "I'm good. I'm good. Still in one piece."

Somehow. Against all odds.

Because Kaiba had helped him, instead of leaving him out in the cold, to bleed out.

Kaiba harrumphed. Without another word, he spun and marched toward the exit. The lack of a grandiose coat spoiled the effect. Jounouchi missed that coat. He'd probably miss Kaiba himself once he left the room.

Jounouchi would live, though, for now.

Kaiba paused by the door, his back was turned as he spoke, "I notified Yugi. He should be by to check on you later."

Jounouchi's face split into a grin. A pleasant warmth suffused his chest. It might be the drugs. Or it could be something else.

"Will you come back too?" he asked.

Kaiba nodded. Jounouchi sank into the plush mattress and allowed himself to drift off, safe and whole.

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[sharkrocket]

I'm on a ride, on a ride, on a ride and it's first class I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright, it's just a heart attack