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[aurorasdaybreak]

touch me, tease me, feel me up ! ⏔♡⏔ zayne li + sylus qin (m)

summary: you wanted their voice and got a lot more than you bargained for - or, phone sex with zayne and sylus. at the same time. :) info: zayne x afab!reader x sylus | smut | 1.8k words warnings: smut smut smut, dom!sylus, dom!zayne, sylus is a pleasure dom and zayne's a brat tamer but we've known this, sub!afab!reader, phone sex, dirty talk, clit play, nipple play, g-spot stimulation, f!receiving!orgasm, uh oh cliffhanger :D author's note: the zayne fic is currently *checks notes* at 12k words and nowhere near done (:-;) for now pls take this LOL :') this comes after finding a tweet asking who's names sound...ahem better when being moaned out loud. i hope you enjoy :D disclaimer: not beta read, will edit soon for any mistakes!! if you are a minor and you're seeing this, i ask that you turn away and do not read. this is an 18+ story and minors are not welcome. if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics listed in the warning, please do not read this story! header found on pinterest, pls lemme know if you know the tags for credit! ⏔♡⏔ songs include love talk by wayv and bed chem by sabrina carpenter

You shouldn’t be doing this right now, but holy fuck does it feel good. 

Your dominant hand is busy underneath the covers, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit as you muffle your gasps with your other hand. Sweat makes your bare skin glisten in the dim light of your bedroom, and you moan softly when you reach down to rub your nipple in between your fingertips.

Usually, you’d have the attention of two lovers to make you go insane - but with one of them attending to business in the N109 Zone and the other hosting a cardiac lecture in Chansia City…well, it’s no wonder you’re doing what you’re doing right now.

Just the thought of them has you clenching, whining pathetically when you feel just how empty you are. You normally would be so good for the both of them, following their strict rule of not touching yourself while they were gone but you couldn’t not.

It’s not like they’d know, anyways.

The thought spurns you on and you finally allow yourself to slip a finger into your pussy, moaning when you feel the slight burn from the stretch. It’s nothing compared to them, but you would make do with just about anything at this point. You angle your wrist hoping to get the right angle, and you’re rewarded with electricity racing down your back when you feel the pad of your finger barely brush along your spongy g-spot.

“H-holy shit-” you gasp to yourself as you renew your efforts, hastily shoving another finger so that you can compensate for your smaller fingers. The miniscule stretch has you bucking your hips, imagining you riding a certain someone’s cock. It’s almost enough to get you to the edge you crave, you’re almost there-

-until the ringing of your phone stops you, eyes flying open.

You pull your fingers from your cunt, shaking slightly when you feel a gush of wetness leave your hole as you clench from the sudden emptiness but you don’t think, you simply swipe on the caller notification and answer.

“Hello?”

“Princess,” comes his easy voice - a voice that reinforces your want for him and has you squirming on your sheets.

“Zayne!” you reply, noting with slight panic at how breathy you sound. You clear your throat before speaking once again. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you can hear the slight softness coloring in his voice, and you smile to yourself at that. “I just wanted to give you a call-”

“Don’t forget about me, darling.”

You gasp when you hear Sylus’s dulcet tone by Zayne’s voice. Knowing that your two men were there together has your stomach doing a little flip of excitement, and against your better judgement your fingers begin to creep down to your weeping pussy once again.

“Sylus!” You say, and you bite your lip harshly when you feel the tip of your finger graze along your clit. “What are you two doing together?”

“My business at the N109 Zone wrapped up so I stopped by Dawnlight City to pick something up.” comes his smooth response, and you allow yourself to settle back into your blankets and rub your clit as you hear him drone on about business.

“T-that’s good-” your voice cuts off as your mouth falls open in a silent moan, but you quickly disguise it as a cough so that they don’t catch on.

But you should know that they’ll always know your every little move.

“____?”

Zayne’s voice holds a sharp edge and it has you whining under your breath. Alarm bells ring in your mind at his tone and the fact he used your name - not his sweet pet name of princess. All of these things signal trouble for you in the end but you can’t find it in yourself to care at all.

Sylus laughs at your whimpering, and you can practically see the way he elbows Zayne at his side. “Pretty little darling’s busy touching herself.”

“I can hear that.” Zayne’s laugh is humorless and you clench in response, moaning when you run the tip of your finger around your weeping hole. “You must feel so good, right princess?”

In the back of your lust-addled mind is a voice, screaming at you to be afraid and to stop. They’re never this nice to you when it comes to touching yourself, insistent on being the ones to give you pleasure. And the fact that you’ve broken their single rule?

You should be very, very afraid.

But your need wins out, and you let yourself slip two digits back into your sopping cunt.

“F-fuck-!” Your fingers begin to speed up and you hastily place your phone on your stomach so that you can reach up and pinch at your nipple. The added stimulation has your back arching, head beginning to toss back and forth on your pillow at the sheer pleasure you’re wreaking on your own body.

“Fuck…” Sylus’s voice is a rumble, and Zayne’s accompanying groan has you growing dizzy.

“Don’t stop, sweet girl.” Zayne’s directing you with a strained rumble, sliding into his usual spot in the bedroom. “Tell us what you’re doing right now to your beautiful body.”

“I’m-hah- I’m touching myself-” you begin with a gasp, but Sylus is quick to cut you off.

“We know, darling. We want details.”

His voice is lethal and it has you whimpering as you begin to speed up your movements. Your brain turns off and it’s only your mouth whispering every dirty thing you’re doing yourself to your lovers who are too far away to do anything.

“I’m trying to fill myself with my fingers while pinching my nipples.” Your voice holds its unmistakable pout, and Zayne chuckles at your neediness.

“How many fingers?”

“T-two-!” You cry out when your fingers barely graze your sweet spot, and you feel your walls pulse dangerously. You’re so close yet so far - never able to get off with your fingers.

No, you need them.

“Two?” Sylus’s hum is amused, and you know they’re about to put you through the ringer with that. “We’ve trained you to take more, haven't we? Another one in, darling.”

“Yes Sy-”

“Yes sir, princess, or we stop.” Zayne’s quick to remind you of his presence with a harsh cut in the conversation, and you can practically feel the slap on your cunt that accompanies his reminders to follow their rules.

“Yes, sir- yes!” You gasp as you stretch your third finger in, feeling even fuller than with the two fingers you were using. Your hips begin to cant up and down, your body trying to speed up your movements so that you can meet your end.

“That cunt’s probably soaked,” Sylus muses, amusement ever present in his voice. “Our pretty little lady’s always desperate for us, huh?”

“You know she always is,” Zayne laughs in response, and a sick thrill shoots up your spine at how they refer to you as nothing more than something that pleases them. You’ll always be willing to be their pretty little plaything if it means you end up in situations and nights like this.

“I want-” you begin, but you gasp when your fingers brush against the spongy mess of your g-spot. You moan as you renew your efforts, rewarding yourself with your fingers pressing against the sensitive skin as you rub your clit like no tomorrow.

“Want what, pretty?” Sylus asks, velvet enveloping his voice. “You have to use your words like the big, fearless Hunter you are.”

“Your- oh,” your mouth falls open at your movements, and you cry out softly as you begin to near your end.

“Tell us or I’m telling you to stop, ____.” Zayne’s voice is harsh, and you’re quick to spill out your most wanton desires to them so that you don’t have to stop.

“Your cocks!” You cry out, whining as you continue to abuse your g-spot. “W-want your cocks s-stretching me out- holy fuck-”

“Good girl,” Sylus whispers, and you can practically see the pinched line of his brow as he fights to make sure the pleasure doesn’t cloud his judgement and commanding presence. “Why don’t you bring your phone to that needy little cunt and have us hear how much you want our dicks?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” you chant, and without a second thought you pick up your phone and bring it to your weeping cunt. You purposefully slow your movements so that they can hear the slick, sinful sounds your pussy makes as you push your fingers in and out, a loud cry escaping your lips when you crook your fingers so that the tips of your nails continuously stimulate your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, princess,” you hear Zayne groan. “You sound so pretty.”

“All for you,” you gasp, fingers beginning to speed up again. You just want to cum so fucking bad. “I- fucking shit-it’s all for you-”

“It better be,” Sylus murmurs softly. The tone in his voice has alarms ringing in the back of your brain - just what does he have up his sleeve? “Fuck yourself harder, pretty. We want you to feel good.”

“Yes- Zayne!” You cry out, your moans filling the air as you feel yourself nearing the end. You drop your phone to the side and return your hand to your clit, pinching and rubbing and doing everything you can to bring yourself to your end.

“Don’t forget about me, angel,” Sylus laughs, darkness coating his honey sweet words. “You wouldn’t want me to punish you, right?”

“Fuck- ngh- Sylus!” You’re nearly crying at this point, letting your imagination run wild and replacing your measly fingers with their thick cocks and callused fingers. You plant your feet on your bed and buck your hips, your walls swallowing your fingers deeper as you begin to near your end.

“Yes, ____,” comes Zayne’s sinfully sweet voice, and if you imagine hard enough it almost sounds and feels like they’re in the room with you. “Cum for us, will you?”

Their permission is all you need, and you wail out a strangled cry as your walls pulse rhythmically around your fingers. Your fingers curl at the right moment and you squeal when you feel liquid burst from your hole, your hand strumming on your clit and prolonging the intense orgasm washing over your entire body and being.

“Fuck…you look so angelic,” Sylus groans, and you barely register his words as you let yourself slowly float down from your incredible high.

Without opening your eyes you reach for your phone and giggle, a satiated smile spreading across your face. “Thank you, you two,” you hum tiredly. “I’m sleepy now.”

“You might wanna hold off on sleep, ____.” Comes Zayne’s voice, and a sense of unease mixes with the heady pleasure still coursing through your veins. “Why don’t you sit up and open your eyes for us?”

You’re slow to do it, but you push yourself up with shaky hands and slowly open your eyes - but the sight that greets you has anticipation and dread for what’s to come shooting up your spine.

“Hi, princess.” Zayne says on the phone as he grins, Sylus leaning on the doorframe with casual ease at the sight of you still shaking from your orgasm and the realization that they’re actually here.

Oh…you’re absolutely fucked now.

a/n #2: pls leave a thought in my ask box if you're willing :')) i hope you enjoyed!! <3

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Art:

@elizah321 drew Brewed Awakenings for @jessixaluci [T]

@bicholsdrarrysideblog drew The Case of the Mysterious Baker for @sorrybutblog [G]

@discessio drew Ceilings. for @karamelised [M]

@threading-fate drew Us, again? for @nv-md [M]

@frm9pm drew Unemployed and On Guard for @makeitp1nk [T]

@legendrarry drew No One but Me for justlikewriting [M]

@faiell drew Stolen Glances for @dodgerkedavra [T]

@sharperthan drew Hauntingly Familiar for @moonflower-rose [T]

Fic + Art:

@fantalfart wrote & drew A Dragon to Call Mine for @annanother-thing [E, ~24,000]

Fic:

@agentmoppet wrote Where Starlight Falls for @citrusses [E, ~33,700]

The magic concealing Sirius’s Last Will and Testament doesn’t reveal the full extent of Harry’s inheritance until two years after the war. When it does, it turns out that Harry has inherited more than just the Black Family vault—he’s inherited the family’s magic, too. He just has to find it first. And he needs Draco Malfoy’s help to do it.

@sorrybutblog wrote Runaway Train for @lqtraintracks [E, ~18,100]

Harry was already keen to figure out what’s been causing a series of disturbances in the London Underground before Draco Malfoy showed up acting suspicious. Two explosions, several very confused Muggles, and a cloud of mysterious sticky powder later, Harry and Malfoy can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Can Harry shag his way to the answer to all of his questions? Seems unlikely, but what can a man do but try?

veradubhghoill wrote At Night All Birds Are Black for IzRoan [E, ~51,800]

Harry loves being an Auror—the long hours, adrenaline-fuelled chases, and even the paperwork. But when a haunting leads to his suspension, he’s forced to continue his investigation in secret. As he unravels the murder of a young girl, he turns to the one person he never expected he’d need: Draco Malfoy.

@oknowkiss wrote The Melting Point of Wax for @vukovich [M, ~10,500]

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he’s built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

justlikewriting wrote Body and Soul for @a-sentimental-man [M, ~22,200]

When the headaches became worse and it got more and more difficult for Draco to work, he was left with no other choice but to recognise his stupid problem exactly for what it was. Even if that meant realising that the best, or perhaps even only, solution could solely come from one person: the one person he hadn’t seen for months, the one person he was still in love with. The one person who should never know. Because, clearly, Harry would never be able to give Draco what he needed anyway.

@citrusses wrote The Pain From an Old Wound for @sharperthan [T, ~31,100]

Getting hit with a mysterious blood curse is all in a day’s work for Harry Potter. Having to work with his former colleague, rival, bully, and boyfriend, is not. Harry’s not sure which is going to do him in first: the curse sucking his magic dry, or Draco Malfoy, as frustrating, condescending, and painfully attractive as he’s always been.

@lqtraintracks wrote The Most Splendid Thing for @sleepstxtic [E, ~61,200]

Star Quidditch rivals Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter become accidentally bonded. They still hate each other, but now it’s untenable to leave each other’s sides—and my, but it feels oh so good to touch. They’re either going to murder one another, or fall in love. OR: A story in which Draco finally allows himself happiness, and Harry finally learns that he deserves to be whole.

xErised wrote Borealis Green for @faiell [E, ~47,200]

Draco left Harry on the night of their first kiss, when they were eighteen. Ten years later, Harry, now Deputy Lead of the Norwegian Aurors, barges back into Draco’s life at the Ministry, seeking his help—both personal and professional—for a case, to re-capture Rodolphus Lestrange and Augustus Rookwood. Turns out that Draco couldn’t really get over Harry, either.

IzRoan wrote Don’t Fear the Reaper for @thehoneybeet [E, ~36,900]

Harry anticipates it’s Luna or maybe Hermione at Grimmauld Place, here to rouse him out of purgatorial listlessness once again. Instead, Harry finds an opinionated crow, a scroll with his name on it, and one exhaustingly persistent Draco Malfoy, who insists that Harry is his latest soul to Reap. The only problem is…Harry’s still alive. Or so he thought.  Quote: Learning how to live takes a whole life, and, which may surprise you more, it takes a whole life to learn how to die. - Seneca

@tessacrowley wrote Sub rosa for @hoko-onchi-writes [E, ~37,100]

After the tragic and unexpected death of his mother, Draco Malfoy’s quiet life as Potions Master, Head of Slytherin, and Hogwarts professor gets upended—first by the manifestation of mysterious and inexplicable magic, and then by the revelation of an inheritance deliberately hidden from him his entire life.

@thecouchsofa wrote Bare Moon Rising for xErised [E, ~15,500]

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.”  Oh no.  “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?”  Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

@jessixaluci wrote Fighting the Chill for @bicholsdrarrysideblog [M, ~25,400]

What should have been an average and dull day for Draco Malfoy, turned rather south when he’s attacked in the middle of Diagon Alley.

@garagepaperback wrote palindrome for @threading-fate [E, ~25,800]

“Why did you let me kiss you?” Potter smirks.  “That’s not how I remember it. Why did you let me kiss you?”  “I’m stuck in a time loop. You’re not going to remember, so,” Draco’s tongue drags, calcified around the words. “Why not.”  Potter’s brows furrow but the smile stays intact. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

@amomorii wrote A Soft Place to Fall for @epitomereally [E, ~142,500]

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

@starquestingfordrarry wrote All These Winding Threads for @amomorii [E, ~35,400]

The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat.  He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter. 

@annanother-thing wrote Second Chance Resort for @elizah321[E, ~42,800]

A holiday forced on him by his friends after the latest in a long string of failed relationships might be a chance for Harry to relax, but all that is thrown up in the air by the appearance of one newly divorced Draco Malfoy. Mainly because they had been together almost fifteen years ago before Draco broke it off to marry the woman his mother chose for him… Feat. a matchmaking hotel, a spa day, an all-knowing Weasley, and friends who do try their best, but can get a little distracted.

@jtimu wrote Seven-and-sixpence for @oknowkiss [E, ~35,700]

The entire plan of Harry’s life had been defeat evil, become an Auror, marry Ginny. Not necessarily in that order, but it seemed to be going that way, the first two managed and the third in easy limbo. He can be better, though. He can be more. Draco will see to it.

khalulu wrote Slip Slidin’ Your Way (In a Land of Fire and Ice) for @frm9pm [T, ~9,800]

How does a war-scarred young wizard recuperate and create a new identity? Harry opens himself to the magic of the land. Draco learns to wonder at the humblest of creatures. Years later, Magigeologist Evan Jameson and Malacologist Derek Black begin an enthusiastic correspondence. They’re in for a shock when they finally meet. Or: Science nerds go to Iceland and fall in love. Or: Why should kelp have all the fun?

@epitomereally wrote Pillar of Salt for @agentmoppet [E, ~62,200]

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

@a-sentimental-man wrote Prescription for @fantalfart [G, ~2,600]

Draco couldn’t say he hated his job, not really. In fact, he loved it⁠—and wasn’t that something surprising, a Malfoy being a Healer, when most of them hadn’t worked a day in their lives?—and most of all, he loved knowing that he was helping people heal, above anything else. (And if there was a part of him that craved the normalcy of something that helped instead of what he had been taught to do his entire life? Well. That was between himself and his journal when he remembered to write in it.) (And maybe there was another reason too.)

@traylalascrisis wrote Old love don’t rust for @drarrydoodles [E, ~20,600]

“Why do you keep coming?” Malfoy asked at last. Harry mulled over the question. For a moment he debated trying to turn the tables and asking Malfoy the very same thing. But this time he didn’t want to hold back. “Because I can’t stop,” Harry said.

@karamelised wrote Equipoise for khalulu [T, ~88,200]

Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can’t help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn’t suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet’s most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry’s beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he’d bargained for.

@vukovich wrote Victory Lap for @traylalascrisis [E, ~4,700]

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

@maraudersaffair wrote My Mate for veradubhghoill [E, ~26,300]

Harry is a new Alpha and Draco is his Omega Healer. Draco wants to help Harry but Draco struggles to control himself whenever he is around. And Harry wants to breed Draco. Desperately so. Things come to a head when Draco and Harry become trapped with one another. Draco doesn’t have his suppressant and it sends them both into heat. While they wait for help, will Draco be able to avoid being claimed by Harry? Does he even want to avoid it? Harry is gorgeous and strong, and Draco would love to have him as a mate. He just can’t fathom a world where Harry Potter willingly chooses him.

@smehur wrote Just a little liquid luck for @shiftylinguini [E, ~5,400]

Tracking the movement of Potter’s eyes, Draco runs a greasy finger over the thickest of his scars. “You like them, don’t you? Pervert.” Potter tosses his head back, jostling the mass of his curly fringe from his forehead. “I bet you were into scars long before you had any of your own, Malfoy.” Yes, Draco wants to say. I want to lick yours. What he says instead is, “Fuck you.” “Fuck you,” Potter echoes, putting the same pregnant emphasis on the F. Draco bites his lower lip, wrestling down the rise of euphoria. “Your turn,” he says. “Take that off.”

@sleepstxtic wrote As Luck Would Have It for @smehur [E, ~12,800]

In Sixth-Year, Harry and Draco both win a vial of Felix Felicis from Slughorn and, under its influence, have sex in the Room of Requirement. In the aftermath, can Draco and Harry navigate their respective roles in the war, while grappling with their burgeoning feelings for each other?

@hoko-onchi-writes wrote In a Year’s Turning for @maraudersaffair [E, ~89,400]

It’s been nine years. Surely, Harry can handle Draco being back—for Teddy’s sake.

@shiftylinguini wrote Storm’s Eye for @jtimu [M, ~12,400]

Harry’s surprised that Draco didn’t have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house. In Harry’s addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco’s gobsmacked face. He doesn’t get that far, though.

Or: Harry gets hurt, Draco is a vanishing alchemist who may or may not be able to save the day, but under no circumstances are either of them willing to talk about Their Feelings. Well. Maybe "mortal peril" circumstances will do it, actually.

@thehoneybeet wrote housewarming for @garagepaperback [E, ~6,000]

First, they had to decide where to live. It worked, until it didn’t.

@dodgerkedavra wrote Go Up to Gilead for @tessacrowley [E, ~106,700]

Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom. Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, and Draco doesn’t deserve to live. But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking. As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all.

@makeitp1nk wrote do you (one) better for @legendrarry [M, ~4,200]

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter abruptly loses his Favourite Hogwarts Professor title to none other than Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. He swears it’s fine, really, but the feelings boiling within him say otherwise. Until Poppy Longbottom, Pansy and Neville’s hellion daughter, forces Hogwarts faculty and staff to engage in a very controversial Pureblood family tradition.

@doingthechachaslide wrote Of Stolen Glass and Burning Clover for @saintgarbanzo [E, ~27,800]

A week long international conference. A political scandal? A Malfoy beside the fruit tarts.

@saintgarbanzo wrote Baker’s Modern Wands for @starquestingfordrarry [E, ~43,600]

At Baker’s Modern Wands Lavender Brown is starting a revolution, Draco Malfoy is trying his best, and Harry Potter is really annoyed about it all.

@nv-md wrote Kiss Me, Fuck Me, Love Me for @doingthechachaslide [E, ~5,100]

Harry and Draco are running very late—they’ve got shirts to find, puppies to save, and champagne to buy. They’re also terribly, ridiculously, extraordinarily in love.

@moonflower-rose wrote Equally Cursed and Blessed for @thecouchsofa [E, ~18,200]

Harry’s back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he’s sure there’ll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there’ll be a few.

[drxmionedhr]

Love this bc

1.) Draco wasn’t the one to write Stinks beside Ron’s name.

2.) H. GRANGER AND D. MALFOY - and at different ends too. Perfect symmetry, and thus a distinguished header choice.

[actual-changeling]

A small 'this is how you use tumblr' for the people that haven't been here very long. These are in no particular order, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask them!

Since I probably did not mention a lot of things, you are welcome to add to this post with your own advice.

a) Reblog posts. if you like it, reblog it. even if you have zero followers and ESPECIALLY if it's art or writing of any kind. We will see the reblog in our notifications and that alone brings joy. One reblog can start a chain and push the post onto many people's dashes.

b) Tumblr is not a very functional website, if you want to survive without losing your mind, there are two things you need: xkit rewritten and dashboard unfucker. Play around with the settings until it is to your liking. Additionally, change to firefox if you haven't already and install ublock origin to get rid of ads, tracking etc.

c) If you go to your settings (account! not blog) you can find this under dashboard at the bottom. Turn off at the very least 'best stuff first' since that will fuck up your dash and not give you posts in chronological order.

The rest are a perfonal preference but it will keep your dash tidy and easy to control if you turn them off, too.

d) Apropos settings—get a profile picture, a header, write something human in your bio, anything. Otherwise people will assume you are a bot and block you on sight.

e) Blocking! Do it generously and whenever you want, this is how you keep whatever remains of your sanity. It's not a lethal offense, it is (usually) not even seen as rude or anything along those lines. You block people and they block you and everyone is happy.

f) Under account settings you will find this:

Just like with blocking, use both options to your heart's content.

g) Tumblr is not like other social media platforms, spam liking & reblogging and going three years deep into someone's account is NORMAL and encouraged. You can search a blog by post type, tags, or even go to the archive and scroll through the posts there.

h) Lastly—interaction. We already went over reblogging (I mean it, REBLOG), but there are also replies and asks. If you add something to someone else's post please behave like a kind human being and don't be an asshole; based on my experience, that's easier said than done. On top of that, the tags are ALSO used for communication, go unhinged, ramble, leave your thoughts, or simply use them for organisational purposes. Everyone loves a good insane tag wall.

An open inbox (either anonymously or with your blog attached) is to be used! Please send people asks if they have them active, use it like DMs or a comment section, use it to recommend something, ask questions, participate in an ask or prompt game—we love asks here.

(We do not like harassment in our inboxes, same rules as above.)

[jadelover69]

POCKY DAY (ft. yumi and jade)

warnings: oc x canon, cringey/bad writing, characters may be ooc, floyd leech

divider credit!! || header credit!!

Today was 11/11, pocky day. And today was also the day Yumi was determined to get a kiss from Jade.

“He’s totally gonna kiss you,“ Yu Jie said dryly playing with the folds on her dress. “It’s not like Jade is a conniving merman who’s parents are probably in the mafia. Wait no! That’s exactly what it is.“

Yumi rolled her eyes puffing out her cheeks, “Yu Jie can’t you atleast try to encourage me???“

Yu Jie looked blankly up at her and simply said, “No.“

“HMPF! Yu Jie was no help..“ Yumi muttered to herself walking down a hallway, accidently bumping into someone.

Floyd Leech, ’Wait he’s Jades brother!! He’ll of course have some tips to kiss Jade!! Without Jade knowing I like-like him!!“ Yumi thought triumphantly (unfortunatley she was wrong).

“Ehhhh!??? Watch wher- PomPom Crabbie?? Hai!!!“ He immediatly chwnged his tunes giving Yumi a tight squeeze, “H-hai Floyd!!“ She giggled before grimacing “Could ya let me go, you’re kind of... breaking my bones.“

“Oh.“ He pouted a little before sighing and letting her go. “Ehh I wasn’t feelin’ it anyway“

He started walking away but Yumi managed to catch up to him. “Wait! WAIT!“ She huffed, jogging to catch up to him.

“????“ He turned around sneering at her, “Ehh??? Whadya want??“

“Huff D-do you know good ways to-to uh..“ She fiddled with her thumbs, letting hair strands fall over her face. “Spit it out already.“ He grumbled, frowning.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE JADE KISS ME“ She blurted before smacking her mouth shut, feeling her face heat up. “....“

“....“

“...I’m out.“

“WAIT FLOY-“

“Ugh... I geuss it will never happen...“ Yumi moped, pitying herself sitting inside the campus gardens, placing herself ona bench

“Yumi?“ a firm hand clasped onto her shoulder.

“WHA-“ She quickly fell off the bench, surprised by whoever touched her.

It was Jade. IT WAS JADE.

’JJDXEHFUDWDIFYUGIBWDYFUEXIWDGUEBYFYIN, CALM DOWN YUMI’ She reprimanded herself, feeling her face flush at the close proximity they had around eachother.

The teal haired male, tilted his head and smiled, “Oh Yumi! I heard you were looking for me?“

Yumi’s internal reaction.

“Whaaaaa- No way!!! HAHAHAHA“ She waved him off, “Uhh As if!! Totally!! Yeah hehe“

“Really? Well I heard you wanted a.. kiss from me.“ He smiled and- was that a blush? Nope. Yumi must have been over-thinking it.

“Well today is 11/11...“ Jade muttered, shuffling around to sit next to Yumi. He lightly held on to her hand and looked her in the eyes. She widened her eyes ’WHAT THE FREAK IS HAPPENING’.

“Today is Pocky Day...“ He trailed of his sentence as if waiting for Yumi to do something, say something.

’Pocky Day... POCKY DAY!’ Yumi short-circuted. “Oh yeah haahah!!!“ She rubbed the back of her head messing up her head slightly.

“And look!“ Jade mock-gasped “It appears I have some pocky here! How lucky...“ He smiled showing his sharp teeth, putting one pocky in his mouth and

“Hhehe yeah lucky...“ She instictively leaned in closer, before backing up slightly. “You don’t have to back away...“ Jade remarked, noticing her backing away.

Yumi perked up and shut her eyes tightly, leaning up and... biting the pocky.

She quickly got up and ran off civering her face, ’AHHHH THAT WAS SO EMBARRASING!!! EW EW EW EW EWWWWW!!!’

Jade looked at where Yumi was before she ran off and smiled fondly.

Not noticing two people behind the bushes judging them...

+BONUS

“Eww what are they doing,“ Floyd said watching Yumi and Jade from the bushes.

“Yay that’s really gross...“ Yu Jie said appearing beside Floyd, “AGH WHAT THE FUC-“

tagging!!

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@blood-red-hummingbee @4necdote @skibidibabygirl

@tsubomisno1fan @angelwishezz @h0neybane @screamintoad

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(lemme know if u wanna be tagged or nawt!!)

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

How about a piece centered around Jaune wearing the sweater like in your header? Maybe a girl talking him shopping and having him try on different outfits, before “testing” them.

Jaune grimaced as he stood in the changing room stall, staring at the article of clothing laid out for him.

"Umm.....Coco....why am I here?" The fashionista rolled her eyes at the question. "Well, as you can see, you're here to model outfits that I pick out, and then I'll judge whether or not they're in season."

"I get that.....but why me?" "Oh," She said nonchalantly, holding a shirt up to her chest and inspecting it. "Because Velvet's been very jittery recently, and I don't wanna put too much stress on her. And besides...."

Hearing the door open, she turned to see Jaune standing in the doorway in a tight, form-fitting dress with an embarrassed expression.

"You look really good in Women's clothing! Right, Vel?" The rabbit faunus stood behind her team leader/friend, only nodded rapidly at her friend's question, eyes locked on Jaune. Instead of her usually straight brown hair being strewn about in a wild fashion, her mouth hung open as she panted heavily with each passing moment, and her face was bright red with blush covering every inch companied with thick beads of sweat.

Jaune stared at Velet with concern. To him, she appeared pretty sickly and needed rest. Coco reassured him she was fine, just a little under the weather. While the faunus girl tried to argue through strained breath that she was fine and just wanted to be alone for a while, but Coco wasn't having it and practically dragged her along. He doubted her claims but ultimately decided to go along with them, much like he did with his sister.

"I guess I see what you mean, " he said as he inspected himself in the changing room mirror. But Can we just get this over with? I'd hate it if someone saw me."

Coco rolled her eyes once more and chuckled. "Pretty sure no one would be surprised. You did wear a dress to the dance."

Jaune's face heated up, and a blush covered his face. " Hey! I...I... I made a promise, okay?" "yeah yeah...Just keep trying on clothes drama queen"

Time seemed to fly as Jaune tried on different outfits. Some of them were pretty tame, like a pair of slacks with a blouse or button-up shirt of some sort. Others were skirts or dresses of Coco's choosing. She also had him in a few more....risque choices such as a bikini or two, some and some questionable outfit choices.

Meanwhile, Velvet stood to the side, her chest heaving from her heavy pants. In truth, she was not alright. Like some animals, faunus have a period when their hormones go awol and need to breed. Unfortunately for Velvet, it was her time, and as a rabbit faunus, it was increased by ten. Making every touch, every smell, and every taste sends her into hormonal overdrive. She felt like she needed to breed every waking moment, and it took all her willpower to not give in and bend over for anyone. But watching Jaune trying on all these outfits was driving her wild. It didn't help that she had a little crush on the blondie after he dealt with Cardin.

'Any more of this torment, and I'll go crazy!' She thought. Racking her mind for any excuse to leave, she watched with bated breath as Jaune poked his head out again. A massive blush on his face.

"Hey...umm...Coco....I...I...I don't think this is a good fashion statement..."

Coco tapped her foot as she waited for him to emerge. "Arc....Seriously, I can't tell if you hide behind the door. Get out here."

"but...."

She sighed and shook her head. The poor boy was like Velvet in terms of how shy he was. Taking the initiative, she tore open the door and whistled at the sight. He stood in the changing stall with absolute horror. He wore a tight white body suit that had its core piece removed, leaving his chest and groin bare with only his arms and legs covered by the clothing. Atop his head,d he wore a pair of yellow bunny ears that flopped and wiggled as he rapidly covered his exposed body parts.

"Hmm...... There's a future in the underground dance scene. Nice abs, by the way, ~" Coco complimented before stepping away. Revealing his partially nude from the ever-growing torment of Velvet, whose eyes widened and her pupils dilated. "You can take it off now. I'll go find something else for you to try on. If you have any issues, just ask Vel for help."

With that, she left Jaune with the now visibly trembling Velvet. Looking at his trembling body, Jaune assumed she would scream from embarrassment, but she only stood there, watching him like a hawk. In the awkward two minutes, neither moved an inch until Velvet scowled and stepped forward. Causing Jaune to gulp as she descended upon him.

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"You Fucking Tease...." Velvet growled, staring at Jaune's blue eyes. Gone were the sweatpants she wore, leaving her white cotton panties covering her large bunny butt, which jumped high in the air and rippled from colliding with something below.

The blondie lay beneath her with his back on the cold floor of the changing room, pinned by the heavy body of Velvet. His arms were held above his head by Velvet's deceptively strong hands, preventing him from pushing her off. His legs were high in the air, while the faunus's wide child-birthing hips clashed with his own, creating loud slaps of flesh.

"V....V....Vel..." He panted with strained breath. The rabbit faunus was knocking the wind from his lungs with how hard and fast she bounced on his cock. Her warm and impossibly tight cunt constricted and squeezed his bomber with all its strength as she rode him. "P...P....Please...."

"Shut...the fuck....Up," She growled in response, "You've been teasing me this whole time, haven't you?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she slammed her hips down harder and harder. Ignoring Jaune's pained gasps and pleas. Her plump derriere rippled and clapped together as she brought her hips down onto his cock. She briefly stopped to grind side to side before bouncing once more. She eagerly crashed her lips into his in a lust-filled frenzy, moaning delightedly as she savored his taste before pulling away with a small bridge of saliva connecting their mouth until it was stretched thin. Velvet licked her lips as she stared at the overwhelmed blondie.

"OOOOOO~~~HHHH~~ YEEEEAAAAHHH~~~ That's the stuff" she moaned before diving back in.

Jaune groaned and moaned into the kiss before pulling away, only for Velvet to capture his lips once more. He didn't know why she was acting this way or how to calm her down, but his body quickly reacted to her sudden bravery. He could feel his mind slowly melting under the relentless assault and his cock spraying an endless supply of pre-cum from within the girl's snatch.

'I gotta get her to stop....' He thought, but with Velvet's tongue down his throat, her hands restraining him, and her body squishing against his, the task was easier said than done. thought half-lidded eyes, he saw a bright flash out his periphery, causing him to regain some cognizance and a horrifying realization dawn on him.

'The DoOR!'

Pulling himself free of Velvet's mouth, Jaune's eyes widened with horror when he saw the small cluster of women staring at him and Velvet. He saw some had their scroll out, recording them, while others only watched with shock and awe.

"Oh my...."

"Kids these days are so bold."

"Isn't that that Jaune kid from Goodwitch's?" "Holy shit it is! I didn't think he was a pervert!"

Jaune nearly fainted at the fact people were watching him being taken by a classmate, let alone a good friend. But the heavy slaps of Velvet's ass on his exposed testicles prevented it.

"OH Wow, look at the size of those things!"

"They're massive!"

"I wonder what his cock looks like?"

JAune wanted to cry at his situation, but his rapidly approaching climax was the only thing on his mind.

"V..Velvet...I..I..." "Do it.....Deep inside me!!!" Velvet cried. Releasing his hands, only to grab hold of his legs for support.

"Is he really gonna?!"

"I don't think..."

"Fuck this is so hot~"

"Where's the manager!?"

Jaune felt his vision become spotty as his cock erupted inside Velvet's core, flooding the narrow canal in waves of pearly white fluid. Velvet felt her own climax wash over her, but that did little to stop her rapid and feral bouncing. she moaned and howled as Jaune's cum mixed with her own, eventually leaking from her entrance and pooling on Jaune's groin and the floor below.

"That's alot of cum!"

"Holy shit!"

"And she's still going?!"

"What a pair of animals!"

As she bounced, Jaune felt his cock slipping in and out of her cunt. Her already tight walls now felt as if they were trying to castrate him with how hard they squeezed around him. Despite how much she clung to him, his cock slipped free of its fleshy prison. The cold air stung the sensitive tip as it continued to launch semen.

"He's still going!?"

"How's that possible?!"

"Look at the size of it!"

"How did it fit inside her!?"]

"Screw that; how is he still so hard?!"

Realizing her pussy felt empty, Velvet stopped bouncing and growled when she saw Jaune's cock outside of her. Letting go of his right leg, she quickly began positioning herself to re-take Jaune's still hard cock into her once more. Much to Jaune's discomfort.

"Velvet....w...wait!"

"Fuck that! You're gonna fill with your spunk until I'm god damn satisfied! You hear me, you tease!"

She grabbed his cock and pushed it back inside her, then she started thrusting hard into his hips using his left, which she still had a grip on for support. In turn forcing Jaune to face the crowd that accumulated outside the changing booth.

"V....VELVET! WE'RE BEING WATCHED!"

"SO!!!??? FUCK THEM?! IF THEY WANT A TURN, THEY HAVE TO FUCKING WAIT!"

"Oh fuck this. I need it now!"

"Hey! I was here first"

"Fuck his mouth feels so good!"

"You're married, you old hag; he's close to my age!"

"Well, I'm his Classmate!"

Jaune could only watch in fear as his view was blocked by one of the bystanders shoving their own dripping wet cunt into his face. He could feel his other parts getting used by the horny women but couldn't fight back as they restrained him with their bodies. He could feel someone ripping his cock out of Velvet, only to be replaced with something else that was warm and wet. He could feel himself losing conciseness from the pleasure assault. Throughout it all, he couldn't help but wonder where Coco had gone?

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Coco hummed as she sorted through the clothes rack, ignoring the commotion in the changing rooms. She knew Velvet was going into heat and that she was too damn friendly and shy to find a mate. So, being her good friend, she convinces her crush, Jaune, to come to Vale under the guise of helping her since Velvet is feeling well. She may have been too pushy with some of her chosen outfits, but she can't argue with the results. However, all the noise will surely attract the owner/manager, which won't be too much of a problem for several reasons. One, She and Coco were on great terms; two, she was a rabbit faunus herself; and three, Coc knew she was looking for a mate, but a one-night stand (or day in this case) wouldn't hurt. She only had to think of what to tell Nikos if she asked about him.

"Ehh...We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she shrugged before something caught her eye. "Ooooohhh, this top is too cute!"

"WAIT....I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!"

Coco shook her head. "welp...guess we'll have to pick out baby clothes soon."

[strawberriemarswrites]

Ok ok I love Kid, but I also love Killer so why not BOTH

any relationship hc crumbs I can lick off the table for a kidkiller and afab reader? (idc pronouns or if they’re are any)

OOOOHOHOHOHO yes yes. I can do this. I probably should put in my header that I take headcanon requests. I'll remedy that.

General Relationship Headcanons w/ AFAB Reader/SO - Kid, Killer

SFW and NSFW (18+ only) - 569 words

K I D

In public, he’ll sometimes act in ways that make it hard to believe he likes you. It’s no intentional, he just doesn’t think about it. He’s a ruthless pirate after all, and he’s gotta show it.

In private he’ll give you a little extra attention. Mostly teasing, definitely a physical-touch-as-love-language type of guy, and it’s mostly behind closed doors.

There is the rare occasion when on deck he’ll have part of his furry coat draped over your shoulders with a hand on your waist while he’s barking orders to the crew.

If anyone seems like they’re coming onto you or posing a threat, he will make it known that you’re off. Limits. Acts first, thinks later (if ever).

(Which has led to more than one instance of you just being looked at in a way that Kid didn’t like and him just going straight for the throat).

Kid prefers having you ride him. He likes watching you squirm a little trying to make him feel good.

Notably, this carries over to eating you out, but only if you’re sitting on his face and he’s got both hands on your hips to keep you there. Again, he likes watching you squirm.

K I L L E R

Quieter in the ways he shows affection. He’s also a physical touch kind of guy, but leans pretty heavily on acts of service, too.

In fact, he combos that shit. Brushing your hair out of the way when you’re cooking together. Bandaging you up after a rough battle. Pulling his button-up shirt you keep stealing right off your back so he can launder it and conveniently leave it out for you to steal again.

He especially likes just sitting with you and letting you talk his ear off. If you’re brave enough to start idly braiding bits of his hair, he’ll leave them in.

Not as quick to anger as Kid, but he’ll still loom behind you if you’re interacting with anyone he thinks will cause trouble. You have frequently had moments where you’re talking to someone only to have a shadow cast over you mid-conversation because Killer’s rolled up.

In somewhat of a contrast to his more reserved attitude, any position where he’s bending you a little out of shape or to your limits is a plus. He likes posing you like a little doll — but mating press is his favorite.

Face-down-ass-up is a close second however. He can get a little carried away and feral when he just needs to get it out of his system~

B O T H

The definition of “scary dog privilege”

You up front and them tailing close behind, both of them effortlessly exuding the most menacing aura.

Both are protective of you in their own ways when they have you alone, but together? If Kid’s throwing hands, Killer’s throwing hands.

Unless Killer can identify whoever’s involved isn’t a threat. In which case Kid will still do a little fake-out lunge just to watch them piss their pants a little.

Kid is surprisingly willing to share you with Killer when it comes to the bedroom. Though he will taunt you the whole time, asking if you like being so full, how it feels being spitroasted, whose cock is better and you better not lie.

Afterwards you’re sleeping smushed right between them with Kid’s deafening snores and Killer’s human furnace body. You still somehow manage to get the best sleep at night like this.

[hd-fan-fair]

H/D Muggle Fair Weekly Roundup: Week 2

Art Tangled Tension Twister (Digital Art, Teen)

Art & Fic Starry, Silver Anchor (19k, Digital Art, Mature)

Fic Of All The Things You Could Be (Convenient Has Never Been One Of Them) (10k, Explicit) Spellbound (23k, Mature) Draco Malfoy is everywhere and Harry needs a break (3k, Mature) What Doesn't Happen in Venice Stays In ... (13k, Explicit) My Father Won't Hear about This (5k, Teen) Change the Ending (54k, Explicit)

in chronological order

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[bubuslutty]

Baby, bye bye bye!

platonic moon knight x fem!reader - twitter au

a/n: aw the au expanded! We've got 2 new characters now!

Unlocked: New Characters! Introducing Wade Wilson aka Deadpool and Logan Howlett as Wolverine because I loved the new movie so much and I know, in my heart of hearts, somewhere, in the multiverse, marc and darling are variant equivalents to wolvie and wade :D the relationship is similar, like in the grumpy x dipshit way.

Logan's header says "I love my HOT boyfriend!" btw

tags: @bobastayhigh @weblesstherains @h-leigh @unspokenmoon @ahookedheroespureheart @thursdaywritings @gebstargeb @softieekayy @fem-moony @peachjellypackets @pakhiya @darlinglittledevil @anixluxtt @mrs-cupidd @gebgeb @poeticabomination @i-love-sammwiches

[buccini555]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!

≡ Headcanons of what it would be like to be Chifuyu Matsuno's older sister

⌕ H e a d c a n o n s!

⊹ 𓄼 𝐹𝑡. Chifuyu Matsuno

Being the older sister of a delinquent is definitely not an easy task, despite the concern that your younger brother brings you, at least at home he is a sweetheart.

Chifuyu is a calm and affectionate brother, the boy has always been extremely cute to you.

Even though you are the older sister, Chifuyu is the one who takes care of and protects you.

You spend a lot of time together, but you don't go out much, you just stay at home more, especially reading mangas together.

He is jealous, Chifuyu likes to have his attention, he is very needy sometimes.

Chifuyu makes you have to spend hours listening to about gangs and all these subjects, he gets so happy when talking about his friends and all the things he experiences.

Most of the time, you are the one who has to take care of his injuries, even if you scold him for fighting and on top of that getting beaten, you know that your complaints are in vain.

You are very protective of Chifuyu, as an older sister, you feel practically obligated to keep him well.

You are also forced to spend a few hours listening to Chifuyu talk about Baji non-stop.

When he's away, you're the one who takes care of Peke J.

Despite everything, Chifuyu is a great brother, he has always been a kind and caring person, also trying hard to take care of you.

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[sophiethewitch1]

1K CELEBRATION EVENT OPEN! CLOSED!

Hello, welcome! This event is going to celebrate my first thousand followers :D!! It's as the header says, a yandere alphabet, but with my special brand of soft yandere. Please feel free to send in letters for whoever you'd like, there's no limit, I might just pick and choose if you request a lot of letters. Thank you so much for following, I'm so happy you're here! Let's keep having lots of fun together <3 <3

ACCEPTING A-Z REQUESTS FOR:

The batboys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) The batgirls (Barbara, Steph, Cass) My OCs (Silvan, Daire, etc.) MAYBE for most DC characters, blue lock characters, bnha characters

Alphabet made by @/jaydenchip404 tysm for making this!

List below the cut!

A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):

B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):

C = Cruelty (Once Abducted, How is Their Treatment Marked by a Twisted Sense of Devotion? Does Mockery Become a Dark Form of Endearment?):

D = Darling (Beyond Morality, is Any Act Justified in Their Pursuit of Their Darling? Is Consent Merely an Obstacle to Be Overcome?):

E = Exposed (To What Extent Do They Bare Their Heart to Their Darling? How Vulnerable Are They When It Comes to Their Obsession?):

F = Fight (Does Resistance Only Fuel Their Passion? Do They Find Thrill in the Chase and the Challenge of Subduing Their Darling?):

G = Game (Is Every Move Meticulously Orchestrated, Turning the Pursuit Into a Twisted Game? Do They Derive Pleasure From Watching Their Darling Attempt Escape?):

H = Hell (How Carefully Crafted is Their Darling's Worst Experience, Designed to Break the Spirit While Strengthening the Bonds of Possession?):

I = Ideals (Does Their Envisioned Future Solely Revolve Around the Union With Their Darling? Is Their Love the Only Guiding Force?):

J = Jealousy (Does Jealousy Course Through Their Veins, Leading to Possessive Outbursts and a Relentless Need to Eliminate Perceived Threats?):

K = Kisses (Are Their Acts of Affection Both Tender and Suffocating? Do Their Kisses Blend Love and Possession, Leaving No Room for Escape?):

L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):

M = Mask (How Drastic is the Difference Between Their Public Facade and True Self? Is the World Seeing a Mask, While Their Darling Witnesses Unfiltered Madness?):

N = Naughty (Is Punishment a Dark Art, a Methodical Infliction of Pain Designed to Correct Perceived Transgressions and Reinforce Control?):

O = Oppression (How Many Rights Are They Willing to Take Away From Their Darling, Molding Their World Into a Prison of Their Design?):

P = Patience (Is Their Patience a Calculated Facade, Concealing the Storm Brewing Beneath the Surface? Is It a Waiting Game for the Perfect Moment?):

Q = Quit (Is Moving on an Alien Concept for Them? Would the Death, Departure, or Escape of Their Darling Shatter Their World, Leaving Behind an Irreparable Void?):

R = Regret (Would Guilt Ever Be a Foreign Emotion, Overridden by the Conviction That Their Actions Are Justified? Is the Idea of Letting Their Darling Go Inconceivable?):

S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):

T = Tears (Does the Sight of Their Darling's Suffering Evoke a Twisted Pleasure, a Morbid Satisfaction Reinforcing Their Control?):

U = Unique (Do They Defy the Classic Yandere Archetype, Adding Layers of Complexity That Make Them Unpredictable and More Unnerving?):

V = Vice (Do Exploitable Weaknesses Exist, and is Discovering Them a Perilous Endeavor? Does Their Darling Tread on a Thin Line Between Manipulation and Survival?):

W = Wit's End (Is Hurting Their Darling a Dark Possibility, a Consequence of Their Unraveling Sanity When Faced With the Threat of Loss?):

X = Xoanon (Does Their Reverence for Their Darling Border on Worship, Reaching Extreme Lengths to Prove Their Devotion and Ensure Unwavering Loyalty?):

Y = Yearn (Is the Pining Relentless, an Insatiable Hunger That Consumes Their Every Waking Moment Until It Inevitably Snaps Into Obsession?):

Z = Zenith (Is Breaking Their Darling a Twisted Fantasy, the Ultimate Expression of Possession and the Culmination of Their Demented Love?):

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blood on my shirt, heart in my hands

prologue + chapter 1

synopsis: an R+D love story of an alternate, somewhat kayfabe compliant 2024 told in vignettes of intimacy, passion, and a little pain. because let's be real--dominik mysterio is the sweetest little masochist rhea ripley has ever seen, and she wants to wreck him. tenderly.

rating: mature warnings: light d/s dynamics, suggestive material and eventual adult content, mild bloodplay, mild painplay, light angst, hurt/comfort

originally i was just planning to post this exclusively on my ao3, but after some thinking i figured it was time to just fuck it and chuck it. it's a wip that's a bit more progress than it is work at the moment, but it's been planned and outlined and everything! so without further ado, please enjoy, and comments are always beloved and appreciated!

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PROLOGUE

If left unchecked, Rhea was going to make a devout disciple out of Dominik Mysterio.

With or without meaning to, she had pushed him to the edge of his self-discipline, and he was one good takedown away from falling to his knees with her name as god on his lips.

It had to be wrong that his heart battered his ribs like a wild bird in a cage too small to contain it whenever they fought. It had to be wrong that when he got busted open from her handiwork, the warmth of fresh blood felt like a lover’s touch. It had to be wrong that he had to actively incite his own survival instincts when she was the one inflicting the damage.

It had to be wrong, but that didn’t make it untrue.

It was easy to say that he subjected himself to it all for the sake of training. Being new to Judgement Day, he was learning how to be a whole new kind of wrestler. He was relearning his ring awareness to account for new people, with new instincts and skills. It took a lot of time to learn how to anticipate something so new.

For Dominik, he had always learned best by doing, which translated to ungodly amounts of time in the gym, and by extension, being beat to hell all hours of the day.

Currently, Rhea had him backed into the turnbuckle by using her whole body to pin him in place, and he was trapped like an insect in honey. He could still muster the strength to move, in the loosest definition of the word, but was ultimately going nowhere and rapidly losing sight of why that was the wrong result.

She looked down at him with a predatory kind of hunger just before grabbing him by the throat and using his own weight as momentum to swing him toward the middle of the ring for a chokeslam.

The reverberations of his body hitting the mat felt like a small earthquake, and he was momentarily winded from the impact. He coughed to try to force some air into his lungs, holding up a hand imploringly.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Damian called out, his voice booming through the empty training area. “Rhea, hey, that’s enough!”

She scoffed but deferred willingly, taking halting steps backwards until she reached the ropes and leaned all her weight into them. “What, like he can’t take it? He’s a big boy now.” Looking down at Dominik’s nearly motionless body, she kicked his foot gently. “Aren’t you, champ?”

“Yeah,” he gasped out, resting his palm on his stomach. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He shifted his hips in an attempt to gain enough momentum to get himself into a sitting position, only to have barely moved himself an inch sideways. “Just…give me a second.”

“No dice, cabrón, you’re done for today.” Damian jumped up onto the edge of the ring and reached over the ropes to pat Dominik’s shoulder roughly.

“You’re no fun, Priest,” Rhea sighed dramatically, sliding out of the ring and stalking off towards the locker room.

Dominik’s entire body was sore, from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. His hands were shaking faintly with exhaustion and adrenaline that had yet to burn off, and it made it difficult to roll onto his hands and knees to pull himself to his feet.

Rhea had handed his ass to him in the ring today, and the only thing that bothered him about it was that he didn’t want to let her down. She had gone out on a limb for him—all of Judgement Day had, really, but she was the believer. He didn’t want to give her a reason to regret it. To regret him.

Not when he was on the way down to fallen in love with her.

Finally dragging himself to the showers, he hoped to drown the self-doubt in the scorch of hot water raining down on his tired and battered body. It soothed his taught muscles, but aggravated the throbbing, early-stage bruises.

He felt the ache so deeply that it made a pit in his stomach, but it reminded him that Rhea was all over him now. He would get twinges of pain with unassuming movements and pressures as though she was reaching into him and twisting him up just a little more.

Dominik imagined her low, raspy laugh in his ear, her breath ruffling his hair, when he got a sharp crack of pain in his upper arm, and the headrush of arousal that crashed over him almost dropped him to his knees.

Deciding the shower was not helping as much as it should, he quickly dried off and pulled on clean underwear, sweats, and a t-shirt, before heading for the locker rooms to finish getting dressed. When he walked in, though, Rhea was there.

She had her earbuds in and he could hear the tinny, bright sound of loud music at nearly full volume as she gathered her things and shrugged on her jacket. As he started for his own locker, she spoke. “Hey.” He nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise when she addressed him blindly, her attention still on her task at hand. “D’you have a minute?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.” He didn’t have a clue what she going to say to him, but he knew what he feared she might. He busied himself with putting on his hoodie and adjusting it over his still-damp skin as a buffer.

They lingered in silence for a beat before Rhea finally spoke. “I’m not trying to bust your balls, you know.”

He actively fought the laugh that bubbled up in his chest at the idea that she would ever need to apologize to him for that. This was not the time or place for that conversation, though. He pressed his lips together and turned to face her.

“It’s gonna be a pain in the ass for a while, standing on your own like this. You’ll need every advantage you’ve got, because people will be looking for any excuse to tear you down. You’re vulnerable because you’ve drawn a line in the sand, but you can’t afford to be.” It sounded personal to her, and he felt that he was seeing something she may not have necessarily meant for him to. He couldn’t help but see it, though; an openness in her expression, a softened edge to her tone. He wondered if it was indicative of her history with Edge, which he knew was wracked with destruction in its wake.

He lifted his chin curiously, but nodded.

“…Are you ready for that?”

Dominik chose his words carefully before he answered. “I’ve been living for someone else all my life. Wrestling is in my blood, but it’s been in me all along, too, even if no one saw that. And now, for the first time, I might get to be just Dom—not an extension of my dad—and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

Rhea gave him a small smile, kind and almost gentle, and brought her hand up to his face.

She flattened her palm on his cheek and dragged it down slowly with a disarming tenderness, the tips of her nails blazing a blood-heated trail from the side of his head down to his jaw that lulled him into a soft haze, only to pull the rug out from under him when she grabbed his chin between her fingers and squeezed firmly. “Well, look at you. You’re starting to talk like a champion.”

She dropped her hand away abruptly and moved to leave the locker room, hitching her bag up on her shoulder.

“I don’t need it to be easy,” he called after her, stopping her in her tracks. “Or to be babied. Beat the shit out of me if I’m not good enough to stop you; I’d deserve it. I just wanna know someone believes I can do this.”

She turned towards him and leaned against the door with her shoulder, opening it a few inches. “Why do you think I always liked picking fights with you?” With a wink, she swept off, leaving him alone.

Reaching up to probe appreciatively at the tender spot on his jaw where Rhea had gripped him, he shook his head with a wolfish grin. He was so fucked. Ojalá.

CHAPTER 1

“What do you think of the facial hair?” Dominik observed himself thoughtfully in the bathroom mirror, running his fingers over the prickly stubble that darkened his cheeks and chin and the moustache that was just starting to thicken into something a little fuller and softer. Upon being met with silence, he poked his head out the door into the hall. “Mami?”

“Hmm?” she called back, sounding distracted.

He set aside his razor and wiped his hands off on the towel at the sink before leaving the ensuite to find her.

She was perched on the chair in the corner by the window, bathed in warm sunlight, with her phone in hand.

“Mami?” Dominik pressed again, leaning down to try to catch her eye.

“Hmm?” When he didn’t answer her, she looked up. “What?”

“I was trying to ask you something,” he pouted playfully, folding his arms behind his back.

“Aww, poor little Dom Dom,” Rhea cooed pityingly, tossing her phone onto the bedside table and opening her arms for him. “C’mere, then.”

Eagerly, he straddled her lap, taking her face in his hands. Barefaced and more beautiful than anything had ever been or could be, she broke apart his world and rebuilt it into something better every time she looked at him.

“Was there something in particular, or did you just want to look at me?”

“¿Por que no los dos?”

Rhea burst into laughter that wracked her whole body and almost dislodged him from her lap. “Oh my god, I hate you so much,” she managed to get out breathlessly.

“Mm, I love you too,” he said with a smile, kissing along her forehead, nose, cheekbones, and finally lips to bring her attention back to him. “But I was trying to ask your opinion on something, and you were too distracted.”

“Well, I’m not anymore, am I?” She slid her hands along his thighs where they bracketed hers, and then trailed them up to his hips to force him forward against her. “You have my undivided attention now.” Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants to dig into his skin roughly, drawing a low moan out of him.

“Yeah,” he breathed, forcing himself to think back to something other than her. “Yeah, I wanted to ask what you think of the facial hair? I was thinking of maybe shaving it? But what about the mustache?”

Rhea inspected his face closely, using her forefinger to turn him this way and that. “Hmm… Well, you know I like how your stubble feels on my skin,” she started, running the pad of her finger across the coarse patches of hair. “But if you want a clean shave, I get it. This, however…” she thumbed at his mustache, “I have to insist stays.”

“Mmm, I knew you liked it, but not that much,” Dominik teased coyly, rubbing his face against her cheek to hear her laugh. “That’s good to know, Mami.”

“You gonna shave off the rest of it?”

He sat back thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think so. I just…don’t love it. And it’s getting kind of irritating.”

“Well, I might be able to help.” There was a glimmer in her eye that he knew all too well. It meant all kinds of delicious trouble brewing. “If you come with me, I have a little surprise for you.”

Dominik shifted to get up, but when Rhea started to follow, he boxed her in with his arms on either side of her so that he could kiss her one last time, long and languid. She laughed as they separated, rubbing the pad of her thumb on his lower lip appreciatively, then pushed him back firmly so she could stand.

She led him over to the bedside table, and opened the bottom drawer. Inside was a sleek black box about the size of a hardcover book, and she carefully set it on the bed. “This,” she tapped her fingernails against the lid to make a satisfying click sound, “is something I’ve been looking forward to sharing with you for a while.” She opened the box and turned it towards Dominik, revealing two straight razors nestled in black velvet. Rhea gently lifted one out, running her finger along the detailing on the handle before carefully unfolding the blade. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

The handle was black with pearl inlay etched into bats in flight in the night sky, moving towards the hilt of the blade, which was immaculately maintained steel. When she turned her wrist, the light caught on the sharp point at the tip. They were so, so Rhea; a perfect extension of her the same way her meticulously decorated nails were.

For a moment, Dominik imagined seeing her in the ring, in her gear, toying absently with one of these straight razors, maybe running the flat of it against her tongue and showing off her piercing when she curled it at the tip.

Fuck.

“You got these…for me?”

Rhea looked uncertain at the question, folding the razor back up carefully. “If you don’t like them, it’s okay.”

“No!” he hurried to stop her. “No, no, baby.” He softly touched the back of her hand with his fingertips to still her. “This is amazing. This is…perfect.” A tight globule of emotion had lodged itself in his chest behind his sternum, and he couldn’t swallow it down.

Her demeanor softened at that, and she set the razor back in the box.

She always gave the best gifts, and found a way to show everyone dear to her that they were loved, appreciated, and most of all seen. She anticipated him frequently, as well. Things he never would have thought to want came to her so naturally, and she brought them in her hands like an offering that he felt undeserving of.

Dominik leaned over slightly to look down into the box, drawn in for another look.

“Are you nervous?”

“Um, maybe a little bit?” he chuckled nervously, reaching down to run his pinky along the handle. “I’ve never tried using one before.”

“Well, that’s why it’s a gift for both of us.” Rhea looked at him knowingly. “I can do it for you.”

Dominik’s eyes flicked down to the blade then back up to her. Admittedly, it scared him a bit to think of it held to his throat by a hand that wasn’t his. He’d seen Sweeney Todd once, and he knew it was feasible to murder someone with a straight razor if a killer was so inclined. The thought of an unencumbered blade on his neck made him feel a rush of cold fear all over his body. But then, he thought of who would be holding the blade and heat chased away the icy apprehension—Rhea. His anchor, his origin point. He trusted her implicitly, and knew she would never let any harm come to him, especially not by her own hand.

Well, not unless he asked for it first. In which case—

He imagined the blade on his skin, her hand steady as it pressed the sharp edge just hard enough to cut hair but not skin. He imagined baring his throat to her, and feeling her hand close around it to hold him still for her. He imagined the thrum of his pulse beneath her fingers, knowing she could feel his blood pumping in exhilaration all because of her. He imagined her pressing the sharp point into his skin hard enough to draw just one pearl of blood, one perfect ruby tribute for her alone.

“Yes. Please.” He nodded emphatically and took a step closer to her so he could put his hands on her lower back to pull her against him. “Fuck, Mami, you’re a goddamn genius.” He nosed at her cheek bone, needy and wanting like only she could evoke.

“Do you want it now, sweet boy?” Rhea brought her hands up to cup the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp.

He dropped his head back into her grasp, surrendering readily. Looking down at her through heavy-lidded eyes, he thought he might die if had to try to be any more patient. As it seemed to be in their nature to do, Rhea had turned up the dial on him and now he didn’t know how to breathe easy until she made it better. “Fuck, yes.” He tugged her into the bathroom hurriedly, and jumped up to sit on the countertop like an eager puppy.

“I know, sweet boy,” she soothed, putting one hand flat on his chest, over his heart, while the other gripped his upper thigh with a squeeze. “Let’s get you ready.” She filled the sink basin with hot water and brought out the shaving cream he liked, then took out one of the straight razors to soak the blade for a moment. “Take off your shirt.”

He was quick to comply, and it earned him a sweet grin and a nip on his chin. “I’m gonna bring in the chair from the vanity table for you to sit on. I need a better angle.”

It shouldn’t have made him shiver, but what could he do? He was only a man.

Rhea easily deposited the small chair in front of him, and turned it around so he could rest his arms on the back of it and lean back into her without hurting his back. “All right, come sit.” Once Dominik was situated and comfortable, she settled in behind him, wedged between his back and the countertop. “Can you tie your hair back for me?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good boy,” she praised huskily, tucking a loose strand of hair he missed behind his ear. “You’re always so perfect for me.”

Her approval felt like the sun in his chest, hot and all-consuming, and he had never wanted to burn more.

The warm water on his face and the soft lather of the shaving cream immediately lulled him into a sleepy kind of haze, and when Rhea put her hand on the base of his throat and squeezed softly to hold him still, he closed his eyes and settled into her. The first touch of the blade made him flinch, though, an intense sensation with too much shape and feel to fit in with the amorphous fog. He forced himself to stay perfectly still, only a little afraid of a false move that Rhea didn’t anticipate.

Then her lips were at his ear, and he could feel them moving as against him as she spoke. “Shhh. You’re all right, Mami’s got you.” She slowly dragged the blade up from just above her fingers at the base of his throat to the bottom of his jaw, and then moved it away to rinse the blade clean. “There you go, that’s perfect.”

A quiet, breathy whine escaped him, and he might have been embarrassed if he weren’t so fucking in love with her, but that always washed away any doubt or shame that might once have lingered.

“Tell me—how does it feel?”

“Good,” he replied immediately. She was holding the razor to his skin again, and when he spoke, he felt it move with the motion of his throat. Maybe that wasn’t supposed to turn him on, maybe he was truly sick, but Rhea loved him anyway; she loved him through it, for it, rather than despite it. “Feels really nice.”

“You deserve it, sweet boy.” She slid her nails across his scalp, sliding through sections of his hair to make strands she could grab and use to direct him. Pulling his head to the side for unfettered access, she dragged the razor up over his jaw to the bottom of his cheek.

The quiet crackling sound of lather and prickly hairs popped in his ears as she worked. It became a white noise that lowered him further into the warm, safe little piece of the world they had hollowed out together with time and trust.

Suddenly, a small prick against his neck jolted his attention back to her and his eyes opened.

“You’re all right, baby,” she purred, pulling trailing the blunt back of the blade down over his Adam’s apple.

Dominik was abruptly very aware of the tightness in his pelvis, and the press of his pants noticeably tighter on his crotch than it had been before. His hand instinctively twitched towards it, then froze, but Rhea had already noticed it.

“I know.” She tugged a little harder on his hair just to redirect his focus back to her rather than the erection. “You’ve been hard for a while now, but I wanted to see if I could make you throb with another little…push.” She pressed the point of the razor into his skin again, and he felt it break skin.

“Mami,” he exhaled shakily.

“Yeah?”

He swallowed down another desperate noise to speak. “Fuck, after this, can we—”

“Of course. You don’t think I’d just leave you like this, do you?” Rhea leaned over him, her hair tickling his cheeks as their lips came close. He strained his neck to clear the distance, only to jump when he felt the heel of her hand press down firmly on his crotch. She laughed, rolling her wrist once, and followed the motion with his hips hungrily. “God, I love you.”

“I fucking love you,” he chuckled breathlessly, eyes only on her.

“You’ll have to be patient though,” Rhea continued, reaching her arm back away from him. “We aren’t even halfway done, and we’re going to do this properly, however long it takes.”

Dominik groaned, but there was no real distress behind it. She excelled at torturing him, and he loved every second of it. The dance, together and apart, pain and pleasure, was all ecstasy.

She leaned over him to get a better view of his neck, maneuvering him with a finger on his chin, and added, “Only the best for my good boy.”

Yeah, he could be patient.

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Lovecraft with a touch of Clive Barker—what does that look like? Let's find out together!

(Chapter) Rating: Mature, Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Categories: F/M, Other Fandoms: LOVECRAFT H. P. - Works, Cthulhu Mythos - H. P. Lovecraft, Books of Blood - Clive Barker, Relationships: Lovecraftian Entities/Original Character(s), Lovecraftian Entities & Original Human Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Non-Human Character(s) Characters: Original Human Character(s), Original Eldritch God(s), Original Non-Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Body Horror, Film Noir, Supernatural Elements, Original Fiction, Dark, Unreliable Narrator, Suspense, Psychological Horror, Flirting, Violence, Death

— ''A Prince of Carmine... A Prince of Sulphur... Where they tread... stars are bled.'' On the hunt for prey, Scarlett approaches a tall, dark stranger at the bar. But the encounter quickly turns into something far darker – an Eldritch horror, hungering for the taint in her blood. A deal is struck, and the cost is unimaginable. Will she be willing to pay the price?...

Take a Walk on the Wild Side 🫦

Rating: Explicit (18+MDNI), Work: One Shot, Word Count: 5764, Relationships: Halsin x Tav OC, Halsin x Zevlor, Halsin x (my) OC, Tav OC x Zevlor, Tav OC (implied) x (my) OC, Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3, Additional tags: M/F, M/M, M/M/F, Demisexual OC, Polyamory, Interracial relationships (within the world of D&D),  fluff & smut, Halsin's POV, Female Gaze, Pegging

Halsin stirs in the night, restless, sweltering, and achingly hard. Agonizing under a relentless heatwave and besieged by lust. His emotions shift like the phases of the moon. He reaches for comfort, only to find his lover — Tempest, suspiciously absent from their bed. And he has already exhausted his available options — Tav, his primary mate, and their second lover Zevlor — resting peacefully beside him. Soon, the dire bear within will claw its way out. But the question remains: how is Halsin to solve the puzzle that is his enigmatic lover — the sorcerer known as Tempest?

Crossover/credit goes to: 🌻 @rambling-tam for lending me her captivating OC Tav'ariel from Hearts Of Oak & 🌻 @thoughts-of-bear the inspiring catalyst that encouraged me to take the plunge, lol!

Instinct a.k.a. Tempest loses her V-card to Halsin🐾

Rating: Explicit (mdni 18+) Relationships: Halsin x Tempest (OC) Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3 (post game) Additional tags: POV Halsin, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language. Fluff and Smut, Polyamorous Character, Elf/Human Relationship(s), Dark Past, Sleepwalking, Reithwin, Age Difference, Friends to Lovers, Demisexuality, POC, Healing, Magic scar/tattoo.

When Tempest, a human touched by the Feywild's haunting beauty, crosses paths with Halsin, the Hierophant of Silvanus, more bear than elf, something ancient stirs. What begins as quiet kinship soon blazes into fierce, consuming passion. Both carry echoes of the fey in their blood; she, marked by survival; he, born of wild groves. Each awakens the untamed heart in the other, a humming beat beyond planes and reason. On a night conjured by magic and vines, they offer each other the most primal of gifts: a glimpse of wholeness, where souls entwine in sacred abandon (a.k.a. Tempest loses her V-card to Halsin).