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the color blue: neon [part 2] | yandere xiao x reader, yandere venti x reader

synopsis: the days until you finally meet your penpal has been ticking by so quickly, but with a new tutor, a clingy roommate, and a professor who seems to only want the worst for you, it's hard to keep track of time. WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT, yandere characters, creepy xiao is creepy (lots of potentially uncomfortable thoughts from his perspective), heavily implied stalking, possessiveness, manipulation, dub-con touching, student-teacher dynamic, age gap (reader is 21+ and zhongli is 27+, feel free to adjust as need be). let me know if I need to add anything! reader is gender neutral.

wc: 10.7k

author notes: I wanted to first say thank you for the wait, and I hope that everybody is able to enjoy the changes and edits I’ve made to the story. I also wanted to say thank you to the mutuals who had helped me create the original version of the story. it has been a long time since then, and I’m not entirely sure if they’re still active (OTZ), so I’m not sure if they would still like to be tagged but I am forever grateful to them. this is the last exposition heavy chapter, as well as my last read edit/re-upload of a chapter, so the next few chapters will be much meatier with new content!!! again, thank you so much for the wait. love you all! as always, reblogs are very appreciated if enjoyed and if possible!

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from xiao's room, there's a perfect view of the town a bit away from campus that greets him everytime he steps inside. it's a gorgeous sight, which is something he could admit, even though he didn’t choose the place himself, one anyone would be grateful for. the town is bright and bustling even still, and it’s only now starting to dim down. it’s getting late into the night, with flashy lights and beautiful architecture and homey buildings, and so many people, people, people.

there are still families on an outing, and cute couples going on dates. shop owners sweeping around their store. he can see as the everyday salaryman walks back home, accompanying the students on their own way home from classes; he can see so many lives being lived from his isolated little tower.

and yet, on nights like these, no matter how enchanting the view, xiao usually prefers to keep his blinds tightly shutー out of sight, out of mind. jealousy is a vile thing, isn't it? it's nasty, tainting your view of the world, of the things you love. after the first few weeks after xiao had moved in, the view quickly lost the charm it once had. because at the end of the day, to him, the view only serves as a cruel reminder of just how alone xiao is and always has been.

it dangles around a painful reminder of the things xiao can never have. it's so close, yet so far out of reach.

but despite his usual bitterness, xiao doesn’t bother closing the blinds tonight, because tonight, he has hope, hope that he could one day be like the many walks of life he sees everyday from his apartment window. hope that he’ll have something worth wondering about.

xiao sits himself on his bed, the second biggest source of comfort in his life right now. for some reason, he feels awfully nervous. he knows why, but he can’t help but wish that awful feeling away. for a split second, he can’t help but wish he was as confident and fearless as... no. he won’t think like that, not right now, at least. he shakes away the thought. butterflies jitter all up and around his stomach as his shaky hands picks up his phone and dials numbers, your numbers. the digits are already memorized by heart.

he tries to calm his nerves as he presses the phone up to his ear after hitting the call button, nails digging into the pajamas he changed into when he got home. he thickly swallows, waiting as patiently as he can, like usual.

ring. rinnng. rinnnnnggg. 

it doesn't take too long for you to pick up.

"hello?" he finally hears.

it's only one word (and a pretty basic one at that), but xiao can already hear the soft underlying shyness of your voice. his mouth naturally opens a little agape. you've always been nervous around those you weren't close to. your voice sends him into a state of bliss, so much so his brain is too foggy to reply until you coo out another hello, questioning if anyone is there on the other line due to the silence.

he almost has to force himself to speak "It's… xiao," he blinks, not even saying hello back, "from professor zhongli's class," xiao almost slips up by saying the name you know him much better by. “you… we spoke on the train. I don’t know if you remember,” he manages to stutter out.

you had seemed pretty out of it when you two talked earlier that very same day. you must’ve been so exhausted to have fallen asleep like that, right next to him. he’s still replaying the site of it over and over, the way you were struggling so hard to stay awake, head bobbing back and forth. it was probably embarrassing for you, but it was a pleasant sight for him. the soft puff of your cheeks and the furrow of your brows, the shallowness of your breath and how relaxed you looked. it made him feel like a creep, staring at you in that state, such an intimate state, a vulnerable state. 

it’s why he had held back as long as he could before finally tapping you awake, wanting to bask in the precious sight for longer.

he snaps back to finally finish his explanation, “…you gave me your number earlier today," he says it less as a reminder to you, but instead as a reminder to himself. he bites his lip, waiting for you to respond, wishing he could see what you looked like right now.

in the meantime, he remembers how your eyes had begrudgingly opened back up at the feeling of him touching you. he remembers the warmth of your body that felt like it could melt his finger tips from the heat. he wishes he could see and feel both much more often, but xiao is patient. lord, is he patient.

he remembers how embarrassed you looked as you sat up in your seat, trying to reorient yourself. “sorry, what did you say?” you finally had spoken after getting settled. you must’ve been too frazzled to hear him the first time. he cleared his throat before he repeated himself, this time a little louder, a little less shy than the first time around.

“I asked which stop you get off at.” you looked at him with eyes big with confusion. he hoped, desperately (he’s always so desperate), that he hadn’t made you feel anything negative.

he made sure to explain the question in hopes that it made you feel more comfortable and not as confused. “…I can wake you up before you get there, if you’d like.”

despite his wants, he needed to make sure you were safe, and were able to actually get home. if he didn’t ‘protect’ you, who would? definitely not that roommate of yours.

to his (would be short-lived) disappointment you had shaken your head. “no, it’s fine. I really shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place.” you had paused for a short second before saying, “thank you, though, xiao.” he doesn’t like to remember how he almost shivered at the sound of his name coming from your lips, nor how he had to turn his head as he nodded because he could feel heat creep up it. 

"oh, yes, xiao! sorry, I wasn't expecting you to call so soon. what can I do for you?"

“you asked on the train if I could tutor you. I wanted to set something up.”

it’s true, even if xiao can’t believe it himself. he knew this day would come, but didn’t expect it to be this soon. after several minutes of silence between you two, (or at least as silent as it could be on a train), you had turned to him, as if remembering something, getting his attention before you asked him something.

“sorry if this is coming out of nowhere. I was wondering if…” you took a breath, and xiao had almost sworn you were bordering scared as you finished your question. “I was wondering if you could possibly tutor me for zhonglis class? I don’t know if you’d be able to, but I spoke to him earlier today, and he recommended asking you for help.”

and of course he had said yes, to your surprise. he remembers thinking, silently, that maybe the universe was rewarding him for being so patient, and he had to keep his cool the best he could. 

now here he is, actually setting something up. “would tomorrow with you?”

"yes!," you let out a nervous little laugh at your uncontrollable excitement. xiao can just picture the smile you have on your face, all shy and awkward and cute. "that would work great, I think. I really wasn't expecting you to set something up so quickly. I'm grateful though."

xiao would make the tutoring session today during the dead of night if he could. of course he would set something up so quickly.

you don't need to know that, though.

xiao hums at your words. "we… we can have our first session at my place, if you're comfortable with that." he realizes he might be coming off too strong, so he adds, "but we can have it somewhere else too." he hopes you agree to the first suggestion though.

"t-that'd be great, yeah. whatever works for you, works for me."

"I'll text you the address and the time, then… and we can discuss more sessions or a schedule and stuff further.”

"that sounds good. thank you so much again." you repeat, and he can hear the relief in your voice. it should be him thanking you, really. 

"of course. goodnight."

“goodnight!” you repeat before you both hang up. a wave of bliss strikes his body.

but he isn’t going to sleep, not yet, atleast. Instead, he’s going to stay up all night, right in front of his window, thinking of all the possible lives he’s about to live.

he’ll make sure to thank zhongli for that in the morning.

ーーー NEW MESSAGE ーーー ☆

[name]: I don't think you understand how nervous I am right now

[name]: my hands are shaking and everything

alatus: why? is something wrong?

[name]: you know how I told you how I wasn't doing the greatest in one of my courses?

alatus: of course. did something happen?

[name]: the most intimidating guy I've ever met in my life is my tutor now

[name]: and I have no idea how this first session is gonna go

alatus: I think you’ll be fine. you shouldn’t worry yourself

alatus: you should let me know how everything goes.

ーーー☆

xiao's home is, to put it simply, unique.

you were left awestruck as soon as you stepped into the small but gorgeous studio apartment, shocked by both the feeling of jealousy creeping up your spine and the thought of how someone could possibly afford such an apartment, especially as a college student. no matter how xiao manages to afford his place, though, his home daunts over you. 

there's a large window that lines the wall his bed and desk are propped up against and you can't help but imagine just how xiao would look as he looked out of it and at the bustling city. the glass is frosted and wet from the pitter pattering rain that seems to persist in the cool weather of october. it's a little messy, books scattered about here and there and takeout bags littering the table, and the amount of lighting in this room seems to be as minimal (and as cold) as can be, but it's nothing too bad at all. nothing that you could complain about, at least. 

there's so many things inside his house, so many things your eyes are drawn to, like his big bookcase and comfy bed and his expensive computer setup, and yet it feels so... lonely. devoid of life, even. maybe it's the look of the gloomy black walls and the fact that the only lighting xiao has is a tall floor lamp and the light that comes through his window, but you've never seen such a full home feel so empty. no plants except for one little succulent that's looking worse for wear, no photos of friends or family, no bright colors, no pets to breathe life into the place, no companion to help make this house a home. nothing.

you're suddenly grateful you have such a lively roommate.

it's been a few minutes since xiao had let you in, greeting you in his comfy hoodie and baggy pants, hair put up into a messy bun, before attending to something on his computer (an important email you think, or at least something along those likes, something urgent), telling you to sit wherever you'd like and that he'll be with you shortly. you had nodded while leaving your shoes at the door, asking him if his bed would be a seat he's okay with you being on, garnering a hum in response from him.

"...I'll sit here then, since it'll be close to you and stuff," you murmur, admittedly a bit more nervous and unconfident sounding than you'd like. you plop yourself onto xiao's bed, placing your bag at your feet in front of the bed for easy access. xiao takes what's meant to be a quick glance at you, but he's unable to look away.

he knows it's creepy to say, especially when you're just sitting down so innocently, but the sight is better than what he's fantasized about. he's thought of you so many times in his bed, cuddling with him and running your hands through his hair and letting him press kisses into your face and collar bones. he's thought about waking you up with breakfast and how you'd smile and thank him even if he can't cook very well, but he's willing to learn a couple recipes for you. he's thought about laying there with you after a long day, letting you ramble as he listened like he does as alatus. he's thought about how he'd great you once he comes home like you probably do with venti, watching your form as he wait on his bed for him.

and, most of all, he's thought about the way you'd cry and sob and call him a monster once the day that you find out that his bed is now yours and that this apartment is now your home, trapped forever with him, finally comes.

one day you'll be here permanently, he's sure of it. baby steps first, though.

xiao doesn't realize that in the midst of his thinking, he's been absolutely staring you down, and considering that xiao has a naturally viscous (bitchy) looking resting face, you can't help but squirm under his gaze. "xiao? I can... move, if you'd like."

"no, I just..." he clears his throat before looking back at the work in front of him. "sorry, I zoned out for a second. you can stay there if it feels comfortable. whatever you want." the words come out as a sort of awkward, almost inaudible mumble.

is this supposed to be as awkward and tense feeling as it is?

you nod at his words, albeit a little hesitant, further settling into the soft plush of his bed. your brain is still convinced that he might want you to move, but you decide to just stay where you are. you reach down from your seat, pulling out everything you would need from your bag, waiting patiently for any instructions. the soft clicking of xiao's keyboard and the sound of rain hitting against the window fill the otherwise silent room, and honestly, given the atmosphere and the way xiao's room is so dark and cozy and how warm and inviting his bed is, you're tempted to fall asleep.

xiao's presence, though nerve-wracking, makes you feel at home. it feels familiar. you wouldn't mind falling asleep near him again.

but today's (sadly) not the day for resting. xiao finishes whatever he's working on, closing out of the tab and turning his chair to face your spot on the bed. he brushes a piece of his hair back and out of the way, uncovering the eyebrow piercing the bothersome piece had previously hid. his eyes look dead, tired dark circles laying underneath, and yet he still forces himself to speak, like a zombie who simply refuses to just give up and die.

"did you have anything specific in mind that you want to go over?"

you take a second to think, humming in response. zhongli never truly specified what you needed to brush up upon, only that the last few assignments weren't up to his standards, whatever that means. "I don't know. maybe everything from the last few weeks? I'm not so sure."

he too lets out a soft little hum as he thinks for a moment. he's never tutored before, and he's pretty sure he doesn't even have the qualifications to actually be of any sort of help. he makes it up as he goes.

“on the back of your textbook, there's a study guide that covers all the chapters inside." he gently motions for you to give him the book sitting on your lap, flipping to the page before handing it back to you. "I want you to do the questions of the study guide that cover the chapters we've already read in class. then I'll... assess you from there, and we can come up with a plan.”

it seems like a lot of work, and that's because it is. the longer you spend here (the more he can milk this session for everything it's worth), the better.

you nod, moving to get to work immediately, putting your full effort into the task at hand. you both work silently, xiao clicking at his keys alongside the noise of you flipping through the pages of your textbook and jotting answers down. the noises compliment one another well, creating a lingering sense of peace and calm in the air. you find yourself getting stuck on one or two of the questions, but… surprisingly breezing through the rest, and after a while of working, you gently speak his name, alerting him that you've finished. he’s quick to take your work, starting his inspection of it. 

your hands can’t help but get a little clammy as you watch as he reads through your answers, analyzing each and every single written word. in the meantime, you’re doing a little analysis of your own, trying to distract your mind from feeling any more nervous than you realistically should. 

your eyes flick from his messy hair, to the beauty mark almost right in the middle of his forehead, then to the soft dusting of red eyeshadow under his eyes. you look at how he runs a finger against the words on the page, too, almost subconsciously, and though you can’t really tell from this angle what he’s doing, you think he’s more so tracing the letters you’ve written than using it as a means to follow along. he almost looks entranced. you don’t know what to expect from xiao, can’t even guess what he’s thinking, and the furrowed eyebrows on his face definitely don’t make you feel any better. 

you sit there, idley, awkwardly, fidgeting for what seemed like more than just a few minutes, before xiao finally speaks up. 

you can barely hear him as he speaks, his words hushed and muffled. "you... need a lot of brushing up on the content, and your answers… lack good explanations and reasoning." he hands you back your work, sending you an almost sympathetic look. "I can see why zhongli believes you need help,” he adds.

it's a lie, of course, but you don't need to know that, not when zhongli had so delicately laid down the groundwork for all of this to happen in the first place. most of your answers were just fine as is, at least from what he lightly skimmed through.

still, he can't help but feel guilty when that look of embarrassment washes over your face.

for some reason you feel yourself get overwhelmed with emotion. you thought that maybe, just maybe, zhongli was simply just messing with you, as was notorious with the man and his teaching methods. but there's a stark sense of embarrassment that comes from xiao reaffirming what zhongli had said, an embarrassment so strong it sends your entire body ablaze with heat. 

you can't help but awkwardly shift in your seat as you nod along to his words despite the way your head almost feels too heavy to lift, avoiding eye contact lest he sees you so embarrassed over something so... silly, a miniscule problem at best, something fixable with a bit of elbow grease and time, and yet it means way more than it should to you.

you've worked so hard in this class already. why aren't you improving?

he doesn’t let you really catch your breath before he speaks again. "I think we'll need a couple more sessions than we discussed earlier," he mumbles, again, as though too ashamed to speak up, flipping through his own textbook, face in his hand as he thinks. "I want to make sure we can get as much content covered as possible before the end of the semester and catch you back up, since you seem to be..." xiao takes a quick glance at you, and for a moment, just a split second, he sees you, sees inside of you, sees every little thing you've been keeping bottled up, your fear. he looks away, breath hitching out of complete and utter guilt. he forces himself to continue though.

"...behind," he finishes, the single word said notably softer than the rest of the sentence.

xiao forces himself to swallow down his guilt. truly, he feels terrible about lying about this, because you clearly seem to be doing just fine on you own and lord knows how much stress this entire ordeal is causing you, but what's the use of being presented and blessed by the gods themselves with such an amazing opportunity if his sinning hands can't take it out of greed? xiao hates it, but he's always been more of a taker than a giver, taking all he can from people and leaving nothing left of them.

the simple pure utter bliss at the thought of spending hours and hours with you, in his room, alone, intimately and in person instead of just being with you through a phone screen, extinguishes any guilt he could possibly feel.

you, on the other hand, do allow yourself to feel guilt, though it's a feeling that has much more innocent roots than what xiao feels. it's a feeling that pokes and stabs at you as you fumble for words to say. you're a much better person than xiao is in that regard. you can't help but to feel ashamed, ashamed that you were doing so terrible at a course that goes directly into your major that you would have to force xiaoー a man renowned for being a lonerー who surely would rather spend his free time by himself and not tutoring someone so out of your realm and element as you are.

maybe it's not too late after all to consider switching majors, you think.

"you seriously don't have to do that, I don't want to take more time from you than I'm already taking. honestly, I think I'm a bit of a lost cause at this point if I can't even do the simpler questions."

the truth is, not even xiao knows how scared you are. fear and dread soars through your body at the thought of ending up in the same spot you were in last year.

xiao lets out a sigh through his nose at your words, a noise that does nothing other than make you feel worse, especially when you can't read his emotions and tell what's going on in that labyrinth of a brain he has. maybe he's realized that you're not worth spending his time. maybe you really are a loss cause. maybe you really should change your major. maybe you should call it quits and drop out. maybe you should move countries, marry a rich doctor or a lawyer and spend the rest of your days as a glorified housespー

xiao doesn't let you finish your thoughts (plans), instead getting up from his chair slowly. "let's take a break." he says, and while you feel a break is a little undeserved after you haven't done much studying, you nod, thinking it might be best to just relax before jumping back into things. "taking things slowly is the better way to do things," you nod, although the words just barely register themselves in your head. you're surprisingly vulnerable with him.

"I'm... going to step out for a moment to get some air. I'll give you some time for yourself to think." you nod, giving him a small and meek thank you, genuinely so utterly grateful for all the time xiao has given you. you can't help yourself from bothering him just once more before he leaves, though.

"xiao?" you don't look up at him, eyes fixated on your answers and what must've been so wrong with them. you hear him hum, beckoning you to continue.

“do you think I'll be able to pass?”

"of course you will," he answers, and it's the first truth he's said all day.

"of course," he mumbles, this time lower, a reminder to himself of how you'd be completely fine on your own, and that he should never, ever take this opportunity for granted.

he makes a promise to himself that he won't.

----- NEW TEXT MESSAGE -----☆

zhongli: hello, [name]. xiao informed me earlier today that you two will be conducting your first study session today. I'm glad you spoke to him about tutoring like I had advised you to. how are things going?

[name]: it's going fine, he mostly just reaffirmed what you already told me though. but he's been really kind about it all, I'm grateful that he agreed to help me out.

zhongli: I see. I hope that he could give you a new perspective on things and aid you in your weak spots. xiao is an amazing student in his own right, and I'm sure that together, you two will make an amazing team. I'm glad you two are getting along.

zhongli: I'd like to give you a little heads up for a future assignment, but there will be a project upcoming where I'll be sure to partner you two up. I'm sure you two will impress me on what you come up with.

zhongli: I believe in you, [name], and I expect good things coming forward.

zhongli: I'm sure that xiao is grateful as well.

[name]: thank you.

[name]: I hope to meet your standards as best as I can.

-----☆

the apartment is even quieter than it was before without xiao.

it's lonely, too.

in a way, you used this little moment to yourself as a justification and way to figure out just what exactly is the enigma that is xiao. now that you're by yourself, you find yourself looking around at his walls, glancing over at one of the two of his cork boards that seems to have a bunch of what looks to be memorabilia of all sorts, stuff like old music concert tickets of local bands you've never heard of, polaroids with some familiar places and even some of his friends, post-it note scribbles of different tasks he has to get done, among other things.

you visualize yourself looking at the corkboard as though it's those ones in those crime movies, where you're using red yarn to connect the pieces of a story together, figuring out with all the clues you have at your disposal who xiao is.

there's other things, too. posters lining the wall and a singular cat shaped plushie on his bed, a wilted bouquet of flowers in a vase on his kitchen countertop meant for decoration, various little knick knacks on his desk, but the part of his room that catches your eye most, though, is his large, expansive bookshelf filled (a little messily) with a variety of different things, almost all of it stuff you actually recognize.

you’re halfway through looking around before you hear the door open back up again. you instinctually freeze, as of you’re a kid who’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. you shift your head, locking eyes with him as he steps back inside. to your surprise, he doesn’t look upset, not even annoyed, just intrigued as he watches you awkwardly shuffle away a little from the bookshelves.

you try to apologize with hast. “sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop or anything, I swear, I was just–“

xiaos quick to interject as he walks right past you over to sit, this time on his bed instead of at his desk. “it’s fine. I don’t mind. you don’t have to apologize.” he crosses his arms once he’s situated in his seat. “do whatever you’d like.” he adds in an attempt to comfort you.

it sounds sarcastic, but you somehow can tell that it’s not. you nod, taking it as (hoping that it’s) permission to keep going. your eyes move over to the other corkboard near the bookshelves, hoping that you’re not stepping over any boundaries by doing so. this board is filled more with many different photos pinned up onto it. there’s all sorts of sites and places, things like concerts or shops or restaurants or nature– the list goes on– with a rare one or two photos with him actually in it. even rarer seemed to be other people that didn’t look like strangers in the background.

you subconsciously speak a thought aloud. “you seem to go out a lot. to really cool places, too.”

the only thing he really says in response is, “all of those aren’t recent.”

you hum in response, eyebrows furrowing a little as you nod in understanding. “oh, I see.” xiao takes it as an opportunity to ask you something even though he knows the answer already. “what about you? do you go out a lot?”

the question takes you a little aback. “I haven’t gotten out a lot recently either.” you try to think about all you’ve done recently, before realizing there’s nothing much to think about at all. you add, in truth, “…you’re honestly the first person I’ve spent time with in a while that wasn’t my roommate, but I don’t think that really counts.”

he cocks his head to the side at that answer, golden eyes staring at you (almost straight through your soul), intrigued. “why haven’t you spent time with anyone else?

a soft pang hits your heart as you think about the reason. the breakup. despite how much time has gone by, you’re still tender about the topic, and would rather not think about everything it’s caused as a result. would rather not think about him, either.

you let out a nervous laugh. “that’s a long story, I guess.” 

xiao seems dissatisfied with that answer. he’s never responded so quickly, without hesitating before.

“I have time.”

you send a look of slight confusion his way. “I thought we were going to study some more today?”

“right…” xiao let’s a lot of dead air slip in whenever he speaks, pausing and hanging onto words as if he’s doing mental calculations to figure out what the right thing to say next. “…in the future, then.”

you nod as your eye continues it’s adventure through the board before another photo catches your attention fully. it’s a pretty photo of a bunch of people standing near the docks, holding up and letting go of lanterns. it looks like, judging from the date scribbled on the bottom of the photo and the contents of the photo itself, the annual lantern rite from a few years back. you remember that day, almost vividly, too. that was your first year at the school. you and venti had gone together that year. it was magical. it seems like xiao really was never too far from you. seriously, you’re surprised you two haven’t talked sooner.

you can’t help but smile as you reminisce on that day. “I remember this exact lantern rite. there was so many people, and the lanterns were so beautiful. they always are.”

you turn around to face him, again. “how long has it been since you’ve gone to the harbor? if I lived as close as you do, I think I’d go to the harbor whenever I have time.”

it takes awhile for xiao to respond, not because he’s thinking of an answer, but because he’s transfixed on your expression right now. you seem so happy that it naturally just pulls on his heart strings. he’s glad you still remember that particular lantern rite, even though he knows you’ve gone to more since then. xiao remembers that day visibly too, but probably (definitely) not for the same you do. he wonders if you remember that part of it deep inside.

“um… since the day of that photo, probably.”

you’re a little taken aback from that answer. xiao lives on the outskirts of the harbor. how could he have not gone back in years? everything you learn about xiao makes you more and more curious as to who he is. “really?” you can’t help but ask. he can’t help but shrug.

you speak without even thinking twice once more. “would you want to go again sometime then?” your eyes dart away from his face. you can’t help but look away before you finish the question, unable to look him in the eye as you clarify, “with me, I mean.” you stumble out the words more confidently than you exprcted. 

he lets out a sigh. “there’s nothing I want from there…” it’s the truth. he hasn’t been very fond of the harbor for what has felt like centuries, especially not the memories he’s tethered to. he can’t help but to regret the accidental roughness of his words, though, when he looks up to see a flash of embarrassment paint across your face. it feels like he picked the wrong answer, but he wants to say the right one, desperately. xiao has never been great at talking, but he’s trying, for you. “but if you’d like… I’d like to go with you.”

you try to hide the way your heart picks up the pace a little at his words. “let’s go soon, then. I can tell you about myself, and you can tell me about you, too.”

he nods, and for a split second you think you’ve gone insane, because you swear, swear, that for a few seconds, the corner of xiao’s lips curve softly into a smile. a smile! smiling at the thought of you two ‘hanging out’ in the future! for all the times you’ve seen xiao, you can maybe only count on one hand how many times you’ve seen him smile. 

“you want to learn about me?” he asks, earnestly, shocked, and it definitely wasn’t a question you were expecting.

“yeah, I mean I've always seen you around. I think we've even been in the same classes before this year, too, and now I’m getting tutored by you  and I still know pretty much nothing about you.” you pause before adding on, “I’d love to learn more. I hope that’s not weird, or anything.”

he shakes his head, the ghost of a smile still etched onto his lips. and if you looked closely (which luckily for him, you weren’t), you’d see the faint dust of blush decorating his cheeks, too. “I don’t have much to tell you, but… that sounds good.”

he feels embarrassed at the fact he can’t control how warm his cheeks feel and how he can’t help but crack a smile at you. he clears his throat, trying to reset himself, suddenly ready to move on, going back to his desk. 

“let’s keep working, I want to make the most out of the time we have together.” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks. you mentally brace yourself for another study session with him.

it’s gonna be a long night.

ーーー NEW MESSAGE ーーー ☆

ven: where have you been?

ven: haven’t seen you all day……….. ):

ven: my flower, the house is so empty without you……….. ))):

ven: are you with somebody? you never tell me these things anymore.

ven: talk to me soon, please.

ーーー ☆

it's late into the night when you're awakened rudely with a few desperate knocks against your bedroom door.

you can't help but groan as you stir awake, upset to be forced out of your dream state, although that irritation is soon replaced with guilt once you realize just why you were being awakened with such urgency in the first place. after whining out a loud, 'come in,' you peak your eyes open to see your best friend standing in your doorway, tears staining his face so much that they're visible even in the darkness.

shit. it's been so long since you've seen venti like this. you thought all of that was over ages ago.

"can I sleep with you tonight?" his voice is shakey yet gentle, filled with fear and something that you can only label as... need, as if he needs you more than he ever has. just his voice alone, paired with the way he looks so in the doorway while he's shivering and fiddling with his pajamas, hair looking almost as distraught as he's feeling, is enough to have you too stunned to speak.

"please?" he adds on when you don't reply immediately.

you nod, scooting over to make room for him as he slowly trudges to your bed like he's done many times before. he's quick to settle in under the covers with you, laying against the plush pillow underneath him. you move closer to him as though it's instinct, an action done out of retained muscle memory from the many nights you've spent doing this exact thing. your eyes, though half lidded and heavy, trace over his face over and over again, noting how his eyes look back at you and you can't help but think that venti is such an expressive person. even if he's so silent right now, his eyes are cloudy and storming, speaking a thousand words with the thunder that rings out within them.

he looks like he's trying to think of what to say, but he doesn't need to say a single thing. you already know why he's here.

his face is contorted in a way that almost showcases utter agony, and it hurts, hurts to see your best friend suffering, especially when the best you can do is guide your hand softly against the smooth the skin of his cheek and brushing away any tears in pity. if nothing else, you truly do hope that, at the very least, your presence can help.

“do you maybe want to talk about it?” you run your hand through his soft, pretty dyed blue locks that seem to almost glow in the moonlight, feeling the light moisture of his skin from his sweat. you’ve forgotten just how easy it always has been to brush your hand through his locks. your voice is gentle and low as if not to startle him, as if not to shatter him more than he already is. “you know you don’t have to, but you can always talk to me if you need to.”

“no, it’s okay... I just want to be with you right now.” his voice is meek as he chooses his words carefully as though they're meticulously chosen to pull at your heartstrings (they do), and he sounds like he’s on the brink of tears once more.

“is it the same dream as before?” you ask, remembering how many nights you've spent with venti just like this when he began getting frequent ‘nightmares’ awhile back, nightmares that till this day you don't know the contents of.

he nods, although hesitantly, as though it’s some sort of secret. and in a way, it is.

he could never, ever, ever tell you that you’re the cause of all of his nightmares after all.

“are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? you look really upset. you've never told me what makes you like this.”

“no, I just want to… I just want to stay like this for a while.”

“okay, ven,” you whisper, soft and quiet, as if your voice could shatter him whole. you pause, thinking of what to say, before you decide that you won’t prode any further, instead bidding him a goodnight. “I love you, venti. get some rest.”

for the first time in maybe months, venti doesn’t tell you he loves you back.

instead he burrows himself as deep as humanly possible, as if being torn away from you would kill him, just like the way his dreams pulled and tugged ruthlessly at his heart strings, shoving images of you with your new 'tutor' down his throat, like they had with him months and months ago.

how cruel is it that he's forced to see you being ripped away from him both in real life and in his dreams?

-----☆

you're half asleep when you feel him mumble into your skin.

"I miss you. I miss this." he whispers, but you can barely hear him. he misses the way you feel, how comforting you smell, how his hands connect with your body like they're puzzle pieces. he misses having all your attention on him like this, so quick to coo and ask if he's okay. everything’s changed from how it used to be.

"what?"

you feel venti's hands slip under your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your back as he slowly trails his hands up and down, basking in the way that you feel. "I miss you, cecilia. especially today." his voice isn't shakey anymore. instead it's much more fluid, as though he never had the night terrors that brought him into your room to begin with. you can't help but frown at his words even in your sleepy state.

"venti..." you mumble out, feeling his hands start to dig themselves into your skin. his grip on your waist is tightー not enough for it to hurt, but just enough that it keeps you from pushing him away if you really wanted to, trapping and suffocating you, bordering the lines of sucking the air out of your lungs.

part of you wishes he wouldn't keep things so bottled up from you, because clearly, your constant 'absence' in his life is hurting him more than you'll ever be able to understand, but the more selfish part of you is shamefully grateful that he is. you love venti, but for a man who constantly champions for freedom, he's always been so dead set on taking away yours.

you know deep down that if you gave venti an inch, he'd take a mile, and you don't have many miles left to give. you could spend twenty-four hours of a day with venti and he would still want you to somehow spend twenty-five on him. as much as you love ventiー truly, you love him more than anything else in the worldー, you know it'd be better if you didn't indulge him as much as you want him to. lord knows how quick venti would be to turn you into a hollow, empty shell of yourself by taking every second you have all for himself if he could.

besides, this whole thing will blow over eventually after the party, right?

right?

"I know that I've already whined and complained about it, but god, I miss you. you were gone for so long today with someone I don't even know… seeing you occasionally here and there isn't enough for me. I..." venti somehow manages to pull his body even closer to you, your chest and his chest plush against each other, so close that you can feel the way it rises as he breathes slowly. "I know I'm selfish, but I need you."

he says the word 'need' as if he'd die without you.

you don't think this is a conversation you two should be having when you're so... out of it, exhausted.

"venti, can we talk about this in the morning?"

his grip slowly loosens. "...okay." he says the word slowly and hesitantly, as if he's a child saying a cuss word for the first time, as if agreeing to put his feelings aside until you're in a much more lucid and conscious state is a sin. "I'm... I'm sorry for bothering you and being so clingy and... I just..." venti swallows thickly. "goodnight," venti mumbles, choosing not to finish his thought.

your eyebrows furrow, something about this whole conversation feeling off to you. never in a million years would venti have been so... upfront, apart from the day he invited you to the party. it's like venti's slowly unraveling like a string, just one little tug away from snapping.

it wouldn't be the first time venti's snapped on you though. you need to mend things and shut off the ticking time bomb before things blow up in your face again, like when you...

like when you...

ugh. you'll think about all of this later when you're actually well-rested and capable of forming cohesive thoughts. you softly mumble out a goodnight to venti as well, praying that the storm will blow off soon enough.

it doesn't, though. the winds only get stronger and louder.

ーーー☆

venti wasn't in your room by the time you woke up. infact, he wasn't in the apartment at all. not in his room, not in the kitchen or in the bathroom getting ready, nowhere. he didn't even leave a text telling you where he went.

you guess that venti needs time to think after last night, and you decide that it's probably for the best.

you'll see him again later anyways.

ーーー☆

it's cold out today, october's chill punishing you for wearing too light of a sweater for the weather, but the freezing temperature of the classroom during today's lecture isn't the cause of the way you squirm in your seat out of discomfort. no, you have professor zhongli to take credit for that.

you're convinced that zhongli gets a kick out of giving you borderline heart attacks.

honestly, that isn't exactly far from the truth. there's something about the way your eyes flicker in complete, utter fear just by him saying, "[name], may you please see me after class? there's something I'd like to discuss with you," that sends shivers down his spine, as egregious as that may sound. it's a shameful feeling for a professor to have, but at least he has much more innocent intentions this time as opposed to the last time he's asked you to stay behind.

the request was given to you right at the start of class (which you were actually on time to, thank god) before he began with his lecture. and once again, you couldn't help but think about just what exactly zhongli wanted to discuss with you throughout the entire lecture, almost too busy coming up with theories to focus. all you can think is, did you do something wrong again? was the assignment you turned in last night bad? all that studying you did with xiao couldn’t have been for nothing, right? you're going to fail the semester at this rate.

you wish zhongli was more dead set on helping you pass like last year than assuring that you failed.

you can’t help but call back to that time. you had been much worse off back then. you were visibly behind everyone else, but it hadn't started that way. so much was happening back then. and that breakup, oh that fucking break up, really made focusing on your school work beyond difficult. you truly did put up a fight, tried to make sure you stayed afloat, and it did work at first. but your responsibilities drowned you completely, and you never really learned how to swim.

it was a rough semester, and one of your classes had been taught by the very same man taking great pleasure in ruining you today. your one saving grace? once again, the very same man, who had seemed to take enough pity onto you that he took matters into his own hands to make sure you did well.

you stood out back then, not because you shone bright, but because you didn't shine at all.

zhongli wanted to light that fire back in you that you had at the start of the year. and he had.

zhongli had took you under his wing, struck you with passion and drive, made you fall in love all over again with the topic you were studying through his ramblings and stories and sheer utter knowledge; he revitalized you, filled a hole. he had kept you after class and in his office on weekends, making time to make sure that you succeeded and through his gentle nurturing that was the hot to his own cold. you had succeeded, to your surprise. and he had looked after you ever since.

it was silly for you to believe that he would grace you with the same mercy this course.

but things are different now. so much more different. you were grateful back then for him striving to push you to do better, but now it's overwhelming. back then, his standards were achievableー finish your assignments on time as often as you could, study a little when you can, at least attempt to attend every class you had. it was doable. but now, now you're almost convinced he wants you to become borderline perfectー no, perfect is an understatement. he wants you to be better than perfect.

perfect, and vulnerable.

back then it felt as though he was trying to help you but now, the back of your mind can't help but tell you that he's always been helping himself, benefiting himself, not you.

it was at the start of this school year that you let yourself fall right into the dragon's lair.

either way, maybe it's the fact that your mind was so occupied, or maybe time simply just decided to speed up, but the class flew by in no time. you had practically tuned out all of zhongli's ramblings and teachings today. you watched zhongli dismiss the class, staying seated despite the way everyone else shuffled out of the door as quickly as possible. once again, it was just you and zhongli in the empty room.

fuck.

zhongli walks to the front of your desk, running a hand through his hair before letting out a long sigh, and you never knew how such a little harmless action could strike so much fear into your heart. could you just combust already? you're not at all ready for whatever zhongli has to say.

"what a long class we had today, hm? I hope I didn't bore you too much. you looked particularly distracted." zhongli says, smiling gently at you as he attempts to brighten the gloomy mood you're clearly in. "luckily, though, I've been excited to talk to you all class. you truly were my saving grace today."

is this some kind of sick joke? you were kidding when you thought zhongli must get pleasure out of your failure, but you might actually be right.

gross.

"don't worry, though, I didn't keep you after class just to complain. I'll get to the point, since I know you hate pointless chatter."

"I know it's far too early to say this, but I'm proud of you, [name]."

that caring nature still shines through, the strict professor he's supposed to be eroded and washed away by time itself.

your eyebrows furrow. "what?" you can’t help but let the word slip out of your mouth in the midst of your confusion.

"the assignment you gave in last night, truly one of your best works this semester. you never fail to amaze me with how fast you manage to make a turnaround when you put your mind to it, [name]."

the assignment? the one you worked on last night at the last second despite having over a week to do it after studying with xiao that you had to keep your eyes pried open to complete? the one xiao had borderline picked apart a dozen times as though trying to break you down even more? that assignment?

what?

"but I... what? if it was any good, it's likely only because xiao was there to help me." you mumble, unsure of your words.

"so? are you really diminishing your accomplishments just because you got a little aid?" zhongli plants a hand on your cheek like he has a dozen times in the past before guiding your face to look up at him. "or are you trying to say that it was xiao who had done your assignment, not you?"

"o-of course he didn't, but-" zhongli is quick to shush you, pressing a gloved thumb against your lips with a soft smile.

"shh. you did well, and that's final. I hope this pattern continues. you know I want nothing but the best for you after seeing what you can achieve." his gloved hand caresses your cheek and you're convinced he can feel the heat your face is producing out of embarrassment even through the layer of fabric. "my little star, you're doing well again." he adds quietly, so quietly that you can just barely make it out, though the nickname is far less shocking than the praise that your brain is still trying to make sense of.

"before I let you go, I just wanted to reiterate that should you ever need my assistance with anythingー and I mean anything at all, whether it's related to your academics or notー know that I am and always will be here."

"I... thank you." it's the only words you can come up with as zhongli leaves you alone with your thoughts. "thank you," you repeat, speaking the words much more quietly. in a hushed whisper.

in the back of your mind, you realize that you should be thinking about how odd it is for zhongli to suddenly be so sugary sweet, how he's touched you so much more intimately than a professor should, how his little nickname for you is weird at best, and yet all you can think about is how he's proud of you.

for some reason, that's all that really matters to you in the moment. you can think about... all that other stuff, later.

ーーー☆

it's almost pitch dark out by the time you finally get home. 

"I'm home!" you shout out as soon as you step through the front door, voice a little breathy after having to climb up a few flights of stairs to get up to your apartment, alerting venti that you've arrived in a way akin to how married couples do. you're quick to lock the door behind you, stripping yourself of your shoes that feel more like weights before placing them in the shoe rack near the door and putting your heavy bag down next to venti's violin case, deciding you'll bother with getting whatever you need out of there when you feel like it. you wince a little at the cold tiles of the floor underneath your feet.

maybe one day you'll move into a place with an actual heater, you think.

"I'll be there in just a second!" venti's voice rings out from what you assume is the bathroom down the hall, likely showering given the pitter-pattering sound of running water. you nod, as though responding to him despite the fact he can't see you, flicking on the light switch to the kitchen as you do so. the kitchen table immediately grabs your attention with how different it looks compared to how you left it this morning. two orange pumpkins sit at the center, and alongside it lays an unopened package of carving tools and another package of tea lights, a brown bag filled with what looks to be some house decor and knick knacks (venti truly does love trying to make your run-down apartment as much of a true home as possible), and a bag of groceries yet to be put away.

you sit down at the medium sized wooden table, allowing yourself to rest and bask in the day as you look through everything infront of you. it's been awhile since you've just sat in silence and thought, and even longer since you let yourself really live in this home without just heading straight to your room. your nails drill against the table, pushing one of the two pumpkins closer to you with a soft hum. you trace a finger against it, imaginging what'd you want to carve on it and how it'd glow after you put a candle inside.

this year you should do something new, get a little more fancier with the design that you have in the previous years that you craved a pumpkin. maybe you and venti will carve matching jack-o-laterns this year. you can't help but smile at the thought.

"they're cute, aren't they?"

you tense up when you feel a hand on your shoulder, but you instantly relax when you turn your head to see venti. you guess you were so lost in thought you hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom. you drink in his presence, giving him a glance over out of instinct. the smell of his apple-cinnamon bodywash assault your senses in an oddly comforting way, a scent that makes you feel right at home. he's in a pair pajamas and cute bunny slippers, and his hair is clipped up in a pretty half up, half down ponytail. the blue dyed tips of his hair are losing their signature color (which is odd, considering that despite his inherit laziness, venti's always been one to make sure those tips stay bright blue at all costs) and his skin looks a little damp.

a gummy smile paints his face, and he has a bit of a playful glint in his eye, but he looks notably tired, and a sense of worry pings at your heart at the sight. you were the roommate notorious for having bags under your eyes afterall, not him, so to see him look so exhausted, especially when venti's always been one for getting his 'beauty sleep,' tells you that venti internally isn't feeling his best. it sounds shallow, judging someone's mental health based on their appearance, but you know venti like the back of your hand, and you know that something's wrong.

even moreso, you know exactly what that wrong thing is, given last night's conversation.

"I got them at the grocery store today. thought it might be fun to carve them together before they go bad. that is, if you want to grace me with your undivided time and attention, of course." venti pretends he's joking, but you know deep down he means the sentiment of wanting you to give him your time for once, and you honestly feel awful at his words. nonetheless, you suck it up, smiling up at him. it's a genuine smile.

"why wouldn't I? it is tradition after all. I'm going to make mine extra scary this year."

venti laughs at your words, his heart internally flutter at the thought of how determined your face would look as you try to create the spookiest jack-o-latern he's ever seen. he leans down, pressing a soft, platonic peck to your forehead, finally giving you a welcome home.

"you're home later than usual again, everything go okay?"

you can't help but notice that venti is acting as if he had never said what he said last night, though the air between you is still awkward and tense, and his face does little to hide the fact that deep down, he's still quelling on the things he spoke about. nonetheless, you decide that that conversation is to be had when venti wants it to happen, knowing full well from years of being his best friend that venti prefers keeping a lighter mood at all costs, so you leave things at that until he's ready to speak about it again.

"yeah, I just thought that I'd try to get some work done while I could at campus," you answer, watching as he nods slowly at your words. you can tell he's fighting back the urge to interrogate you, to ask you if you were with anybody and if you really needed to stay at campus, and anything else he can use as a way to rationalize the fact that he's so clingy. he looks around the room, thinking about what else he could say to make sure the conversation doesn't end prematurely.

"oh! I ordered some takeout a bit before you came home. it's still hot, if you want to eat."

you nod, thanking him, and you can tell he's trying to read you, to figure out just how exactly he can stay with you longer without him bringing up anything you two talked about last night. he stands there, presence lingering as though he has something to say, and yet he chooses not to say whatever's on his mind, instead preferring to pick up the unopened bottle of dandelion wine on the nearby kitchen counter.

"you seem all set. I'll get going now, then. I have an urgent date with a bottle of wine that I can't miss for the world." venti moves quickly to leave as though trying to make sure you don't see through to him, turning his back to you without another word, but he doesn't get too far before he's freezing up at your words.

"you're not gonna stay and chat?" you say instinctively, a little surprised by the fact he was so quick to come and go today. you don't know what it is about today, but the thought of venti forcing himself to go when he clearly doesn't want to pains you. maybe it was last night's conversation, or maybe it's how venti radiates warmth that fights against the biting cold that nips at your skin, or maybe you just miss venti, but you want him here with you.

venti turns around slowly, his voice low as he speaks. "oh..." he starts off, "I thought you would've wanted to eat alone like all the other nights," you almost let out a wince at his words. how long has it really been since you last simply hung out with venti? "do you... want me to stay?" you let out a gentle hum.

"I want you here tonight. I want to talk to you."

"about what?"

you think about everything you'd want to tell venti, and you realize that that's exactly it; you want to tell him everything and anything you can. you want to tell him about your new tutor who turned out to be a lot less scary than you were expecting him to be, or that new coffee shop a friend had told you about that opened up near by that you'd love to tell him about, or how zhongli was actually kind to you today. but you also want venti to tell you everything too, about any escapades he's had recently while drunk or new songs he's written, or even how his classes are going and if he's thinking of going to any other parties soon.

you realize that, as much as you'd hate to admit it to yourself, you miss just being with venti a lot too.

"everything," you finally reply after thinking, grinning up at his hesitant form.

"everything? really? this isn't a ploy to tell me horrific news or to try to get out of going to that party, is it?"

"no, I promise. I'm honestly a bit offended you'd think I'd ever be so cruel as to try to get out of going to such an amazing party," you joke.

venti playfully rolls his eyes at your words, but he can't help the smile that creeps up his face. his smile is bright like a star, warm enough for a planet to survive off of, eyelids crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he puts the bottle in his hand down befofe he pulls up one of the kitchen chairs, the legs screeching against the floor so that he's sitting infront of you. he leans in close to you as though you were about to tell him the greatest story known to man. you can't help but feel warm and fuzzy inside. venti's smile, his real and genuine smile, gives you a feeling like no other. it makes you feel whole, like none of your problems neither exist nor matter and that everything in this world is perfect.

"okay then, dove, tell me everything."

ーーー NEW TEXT MESSAGE ーーー☆

alatus: can you believe it's almost sunday already?

[name]: holy shit, time is going by so fast

[name]: I'm so excited to meet you in person

alatus: I'm excited too.

[name]: I can't believe I've known you for over a year and I'm only going to get to see your face now

[name]: I swear, if you're just some creep...

alatus: I promise I'm not.

alatus: well, maybe.

[name]: ha ha, very funny.

[name]: but seriously, it honestly feels like I've known you for forever.

alatus: maybe you have and you just never noticed

[prpfz]

⚰️ 21 y/o Queer mun seeking 18+ Fandomless Dead Dove Oc x Oc Rp! M x M or Masc x Masc! Very trans friendly as my characters are trans as well! Looking to include maybe some power dynamics, mutual toxicity/abuse, non con/dub con, age gaps, heavy violence/crime, gangs/mafia themes, dystopians, etc. All in all looking for heavy dark themes! Open to doing stuff with Omegaverse or Hybrids or even Monsters if you’d like! I have 3 characters I’d like to use, all within the same gang/mafia unit, they’re originally from a dystopian universe filled with chaos, crime, violence, etc; but I don’t require to write them in that dystopian world. Crime, gangs/mafia, and heavy violence as the main themes are a MUST. Looking to do a main ship or have main characters with the other two characters on the sidelines but still involved with the plot ofc.

My writing ranges from lazy lit to novella — anywhere from 600 to 1,200+ words; possibly slow replies at times but I can absolutely be fast paced too. I’m down for any smut to plot ratio, but I would definitely like to include smut at least a little bit. And even if we do a smut heavy rp I want it to have a lot of plot based lore to it. I’m open to all ideas you may have for plot, just ask! I only write on discord but I prefer to see if we match in DMs. I’m CST timezone wise. I write 3rd person and past and present tense ( can switch to one if you have a preference. )

Character One, and my main, is the young loyal attack/guard dog to the groups leader. He’s small but deadly, skilled in fighting, and refuses to give up even if he’s beat. He’d a spitfire with a bad attitude, always lashing out. He’s untrusting & jumpy like a cornered animal. He’s reserved in the sense he doesn’t like or trust people. He’s best with weapons but that doesn’t stop him from fist fights. He’s 20 default, transmasc and gay, 5’0” and a pierced up little punk. He’s loyal to the leader… for now. ( Verse Bottom for smut. Can be an eager to please top, a brat or be obedient. )

Character Two is the other right hand man and loyal attack/guard dog for the leader. He’s a known charmer, but he’s a crude and perverse manwhore with a sadistic streak to him. They love to fuck and fight and party. He can’t commit to any relationship. They’re very sociable. He’s tank when it comes to fighting. He’s often paired up with Character One because they’re opposites and compliment each other but also because they’re most trusted by their boss. They’re 25 default, masc queer, 5’8” and plenty pierced and tatted up, but not as much as Character One. ( Verse Switch for smut. He can be anything you need him to be. )

Character Three is the gang/mafia leader. He’s cold, callous, sadistic, and violent. Very short tempered and very paranoid and distrusting. He’s not afraid to use or sacrifice anyone around him to climb to the top. He’s blood thirsty and power hungry. Only his loyal dogs can calm him down along with an ex who won’t be in the picture. While he’s cruel, he is fair in how he runs things. He’s 30 default, 6’2”, transmale and gay. ( Strict top for smut but always down for forced bottoming or eventually him trusting enough to bottom. )

Looking for characters who are also heavily involved in crime/gangs or mafia. Love assholes, scumbags, sadists, toxic, short tempers, fire and ice energy, etc. Rival gang members or leaders would be fun and honestly preferred to characters within the same pack. Also down for cops whether clean or dirty. Would love detailed plots, even if we happen to do a smut heavy Rp. Fine with slow burn or jumping straight into relationships. Really interested in toxic/abusive relationships, non/dub con, substance (ab)use, detailed fight scenes, etc etc. We can talk more plot ideas when I hear about your characters so this isn’t too long because it’s long as is.

If any of that sounds up your alley or still has your attention, please leave a like and I’ll get back to you asap!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[empressxmachina]

"Innocent Guilt" by me | (Also on DA)

Fam. Y'all. Chat. Dawg. I shouldn't have gone here and gotten this far because my focus has been cooked because of it. But I've been led down a lovely path of some top-tier playthroughs, dubs, parodies, stage plays, musicals, and the cursed world of the fan works from Objection.lol and elsewhere, including the few from this hyper-specific corner of the internet that I know exist. 😉

So, what's this visual about? Well, the law is already complex with corruption and general crime, and what better societal conflict to emphasize the drama of it all than size differences!?

(A bunch of context and the stock references are under the cut.)

Prior World building:

Let's just say that... after some time of the smaller souls slowly climbing the societal ranks to fully equal/equitable rights, respect, and treatment, someone somewhere said, "Fuck that," and all the small souls are suddenly dehumanized if not eradicated for being inferior.

Phoenix, while actually having a solid circle of peers, disappears, with said circle fearing the worst of him. He, at his lowest, somehow ends up by Miles, who takes him in.

I do think that shifting sizes is possible in this tale, but I didn't apply that for these two.

Of course, it's not all calm, and them learning about and dealing with each other, their pasts, present desires, and future outlooks is puzzling. It's a game of debates and mysteries; we love Discourse™.

I'm intrigued by a system where the smaller folks can be "protected" by being bound under some tall soul's "ownership," like a pet, with Miles considering convincing Phoenix to apply for it under him for his safety and Phoenix denying it every time... until he may have to or feign it, such as...

What I had in mind with this scene itself:

Miles insisted on Phoenix's expertise and views being useful for a case as part of an investigation. Phoenix is (physically) brought in his classic suit to remind others of his once-renowned history and skill. Yet, despite him being truly useful as Miles imagined he'd be, he's not taken seriously by anyone else. Perhaps the defense attorney got in a literal mess, needing to be bathed away in this moment, and here's they are in his regal mansion, discussing all that occurred in that tumultuous day, all going on a roller coaster of feels:

the case as a whole (with an updated case/autopsy report, of course),

what society deems fair and false,

past mistakes made,

the shared disappointment of and the later reassuring each other of their mutual value,

etc.

It could also be a scenario ending in the same vein but starting with Phoenix going off on his own for some time, fighting hubris to remind himself that he's a person, just to come back distraught and be brought back to a harsh reality.

Obviously, a bitty bathtub couldn't be provided, despite Miles' big bank account, because in this broken society, that would publicly imply that Miles has a pet petite person, and anything bad that could be point to Phoenix, regarding his whereabouts or social status, is, well, bad for all involved!

Nor did he already have one because he wasn't very social enough to invite all sorts of people, let alone anyone, over until recently.

Do they and the powers of friendship and love win in the end for redeemed rights? Find out on the next episode of the Steel Samurai! Imagine what you want, but I like a happy ending!

All of this aside, while I know this could've been made better (especially with shadows because I just can't be bothered), I'm proud of myself for getting this far!

Though, I will say, I don't think I'd ever be pleased with Miles' hair bangs/fringe. The original media have quality character design and are a lewk, but, likely due to his form being cropped, I couldn't angle or visualize the best angle for the hair bits. I hope that they were at least recognizable enough to detect that he was him, disregarding the hard carrying the classic suit and the jabot/cravat do.

The same goes for Phoenix, his suit, and his Sonic the Hedgehog hair, but that came out more rationally to me. particularly the latter if he's implied to be washing it.

How about these "unnecessary... feelings?"

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Circa October 2024... Yes, really. Happy Unnecessary Feelings Day! (That wasn't planned, but sometimes things work out.)

It's fresh because I had to tell somebody about this ASAP, or I'd crash out, thus I moved it up the queue. I'm not the only one who sees the vision, right? This vision is surely one to be vast and expanded, right!?

You don't have to tell me that I should just write a story. Yes, I should, but I can barely commit to anything that isn't a one-off. A girl is busy.

If you know my history, this is likely going to become a collection for which I'm going to need some pun name. (Or, I could just call this "Ace Attorney Fanaticism" like with my X-Files trilogy, but that's boring.)

Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney, and related characters/themes © CAPCOM.

There's a bit of me that wanted to give this picture some "Turnabout" title, but I can't think of a good one. Do y'all have any ideas?

Where is AA7, for crying out loud!?

[unholytrinityrpf]

Heavy 🩸 themes! Maybe ⚠️ though not sure if it counts under it. Also okay with 🍪, 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒, and 🐾! 21 y/o Queer mun looking for 21+ Fandomless Dead Dove Discord Rp! M x M or Masc x Masc only! All my characters are transmasc and or transmen just a forewarning! So that being said, trans characters welcome ofc! The more queer the better! Buzzwords for what I’m looking for are: mutual toxicity/abuse, non/dub con, age gaps, heavy crime/violence, gang and or mafia themes especially is a must, and dystopians. ( I do have a specific idea in mind for a dystopian, will elaborate in dm’s just ask! ) Open to Omegaverse, Hybrids, Monsters, Post Apocalyptic, or Modern Fantasy! Love Apocalyptic stuff especially! To cut to the chase, this will be multi muse, I have 3 characters I’d like to involve in this plot, all within the constraints of the same mafia and gang unit. Looking to mainly use Characters One as a main with the other two as side characters or with ships if it fits. Primarily muse Characters One and Two.

My writing is primarily Novella, but I can go for Lazy Lit. 3rd Person POV and varying between past and present tense, can fixate to one if preferred. Usually write between 600 - 1,200 words. Can be medium paced, but absolutely okay with fast or slow replies. Down with any smut/plot ratio but always prefer to have a detailed and thought out plot or background. Open to all ideas you may have!

Character One, and my main, is the young loyal attack/guard dog to the groups leader. He’s small but deadly, skilled in fighting, and refuses to give up even if he’s beat. He works in a fight club. He’s a spitfire with a bad attitude, always lashing out. He’s untrusting & jumpy like a cornered animal. He’s reserved in the sense he doesn’t like or trust people. He’s best with weapons but that doesn’t stop him from fist fights. He’s 20-21 default, transmasc and gay, 5’0” and a pierced up little punk. He’s loyal to the leader… for now. ( Verse Bottom for smut. Doesn’t use a strap, fingers only kinda guy. Can be an eager to please top, a brat or be obedient. )

Character Two is the other right hand man and loyal attack/guard dog for the leader. He’s a known charmer, but he’s a crude and perverse manwhore with a sadomasochistic streak to him. They love to fuck and fight and party. He can’t commit to any relationship. They’re very sociable. He’s a tank when it comes to fighting. He’s often paired up with Character One because they’re opposites and compliment each other but also because they’re most trusted by their boss. They’re 25 default, masc queer, 5’8” and an absolute dog with a devilish smile. ( Verse Switch for smut. He can be anything you need him to be. )

Character Three is the gang/mafia leader. He’s cold, callous, sadistic, and violent. Very short tempered and very paranoid and distrusting. He’s not afraid to use or sacrifice anyone around him to climb to the top. He’s blood thirsty and power hungry. It’s how he runs his empire. Only his loyal dogs can calm him down along with an ex who won’t be in the picture. While he’s cruel, he is fair in how he runs things until crossed. He’s 30 default, 6’2”, transmale and gay, he’s a king who runs with an iron fist. ( Strict top for smut but always down for forced bottoming or eventually him trusting enough to bottom. )

Looking for characters who are also heavily involved in crime, gangs, or mafia. Love assholes, scumbags, toxic, sadists, short tempers, players, rugged types, etc. Rival gang/mafia members or leaders would be fun! Always down for pimps, drug dealers, back street doctors, and cops whether dirty/clean! Fine with slow burn or jumping straight into relationships. We can talk more plot ideas when I hear about your characters so this isn’t too long because it’s long as is ik.

If you’ve read through all that and are still interested, leave a like and I’ll get to you asap!

If interested, please like this post. 🙏

[wyllzel]

my official ranking 😎😭

spoilers for astarion's, gale's, wyll's, and lae'zel's romances + the house of hope + the dream guardian haha

i'm including "implied sex / fade to black" scenes for this bc there's not actually a lot of on-screen Sex™️ lol

please keep in mind that i am a painfully vanilla & straight young woman and these are just my opinions/preferences haha

🔥 = relative spiciness of the scene (/3) 💗 = relative loveliness of the scene, if applicable (/3)

Gale's Act 2 Romance Scene (Astral) [3🔥 / 3💗] - I can't believe he abstracted and idealized the emotions and sensations of sex and magnified it into an extraplanar / extraphysical representation of devotion and unity 😶

Lae'zel's Act 1 Tiefling Party Scene [2🔥 / 2💗] - Ok, the thing I really like about this scene is that there's an [INTIMIDATION] option to take the lead during sex - but if you ask her a question instead of just jumping into the sex, she actually gives you Advantage on the [INTIMIDATION] roll. That's so interesting to me and I think illustrates the mutual respect that's really core to her Romance! Also her smile at the end before the fade to black :')

Astarion's Act 3 Post-Cazador Romance Scene (Spawn) [1🔥 / 3💗] - I just realized this lately, but in Act 1, it's p clear that Astarion really wants to talk about Cazador and his experiences... but his attitude about the ordeal is always really aggressive and cagey. In this final scene, once Cazador is well and truly gone, Astarion shares more about himself - but with a sense of calm, peace, and self-certainty. It's a really lovely conclusion to his arc!

Gale's Act 2 Romance Scene (Human) [1🔥 / 2💗] - The difference between the Human Sex version of this scene and Astral Sex version of this scene is so interesting?? The scene is shorter and you get a lot less insight into Gale if you don't go along with his ask for Astral Sex 😳 It's still very evident that he cares for the Player though, and has its own charms depending on the type of character you're Romancing him with :)

Astarion's Act 1 Tiefling Party Scene [2🔥 / 1💗] - When I first saw this scene, I was totally shocked and awed, LOL, but in hindsight after a few playthroughs it just makes me a little sad. I think we all know why Astarion initially seduces with the Player... Still, it's a very artfully done scene and a great start to the Astarion Romance!

Wyll's Act 3 Proposal Scene [1🔥 / 3💗] - Honestly, I just really wish this scene had more content... Wyll is such a fascinating character, and I was hoping to get more insight into his #lore than the Romance and this penultimate scene actually offered ;; Still, it's a really sweet and magical scene! I think it's implied that you have sex at the fade to black, but maybe I'm wrong LOL

House of Hope - Haarlep Encounter [3🔥] - I think this scene is the closest the game comes to showing actual graphic sex, LOL?! But it's also just Haarlep kinda. Grinding? on top of the Player, lol, which is, uh, interesting. LOL. Honestly, I kind of hated the way the game handled the dub-con aspect of the scene, though. My Tav slept with Haarlep bc she/I didn't think we had the resources for a fight - and while there's maybe one or two dialogue options that acknowledge that you're being coerced into fucking a succubus, most of the options are like "omg this is so hot <33 teehee!" and it felt really icky...

The Emperor's Dream Encounter [2🔥] - This scene more disturbed me than rubbed me the right way, LOL! But I think it comes down to preferences 😆

hahaha omg. i have now seen 7 bg3 'implied sex'/sexy scenes lol

[rinrinx2]

imagine a bonten rin x best friend reader where they had to stay in a safe house for awhile just the two of them, and since rins getting no hoes cause they can’t leave, the sexual tension is high😼

Day 13

Rindou x reader

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate language, Mature themes, language, dom/sub, dub con

Day 12

Rindou sat on the couch was as the clock on the far end of the room ticked away, second by second.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.....

"I'm going crazy" Rindou whispered to himself, hands running through his hair for the 15th time in the last thirty minutes, as he sat in nothing but some sweat pants that was long over due a wash.

You in no better condition than Rindou as you sat in your shared room starring at the ceiling waiting for something to happen anything.

It was only your 12th day at the safe house, after a failed assassination to a rival gang, Rindou and your names were on the lips of nearly every Yakuza boss leaving Mikey no choice but to keep you in the safe house until the threats surrounding the two of you had calmed down.

But at this point you would rather be fighting for your life outside than spending another second in this safe house.

You and Rindou were on mutual bases, you were neither friends nor enemies, simply just two people who happened to be in the same gang.

But slowly and surely you began to get irritated with Rindou. The way he'd chew loudly on his morning cereal, how he walked around shirtless after a workout with the sweat gleaming down his defined body, the way he'd sleep nude with his semi-hard cock brushing against your ass, it was all driving you half insane.

And just as you were irritated at the younger Haitani, he was just as annoyed by your behavior, the way you wanted to have everything organized all the time, the way you constantly who those short skirts that caused him to see your sheer panties everytime you bent down, how you left the bathroom door wide open while you showered giving him full view of you naked body covered in soap as your hands roamed all over your body. Your actions were so irritating that Rindou would even dream about it, causing him to wake up with the worst morning wood ever.

Day 13

You and Rindou sat at the kitchen table, quietly eating your respective breakfast. You eating a bland piece of toast with your morning water, trying to give your body whatever nutrients it needed to live through the day, while Rindou ate his cereal.

The cereal that he would chew loudly, hearing every crunch of each piece he bit into.

Crunch, crunch, crunch....

"Could you chew any louder" you said bitterly, looking at Rindou with a stare that could kill a man.

Rindou abruptly dropped his spoon in his bowl looking at you face painted with a scowl.

"You got a problem with my chewing?" Rindou said with a sarcastic tone, watching as you became even more annoyed.

"Yes, you chew like a fucking cow" you spat back with venom.

"Well you hump like leg like a bitch in heat while you sleep" Rindou said watching as your once cocky attitude slipped, your eyes now wide and you mouth slightly agape, clear shock on your face.

"Yeah I bet you didn't even know you grind your leaky little pussy all over my thighs, like a real fucking whore"

Rindou looked at you with a smile on his face, clear happiness at his victory over you. Gloating in his victory as you remained silent.

"What cat got your tongue?" Rindou mocked at you silence with a chuckle, as he brought his attention back to his cereal that you were commenting on mere seconds ago.

Just as Rindou was lifting his cereal filled spoon, a piece of hard toast came flying down at it, causing the contents of milk and cereal to spill all over the table as well as the sweat pants he had been marinating in for days.

And now you were the one smiling at your victory, watching as Rindou dropped looked down at the mess your actions had caused and then at you.

You didn't say a word watching as a pissed of Rindou starred back at you.

But quickly your mood changed as you watched Rindou stand from his chair, walking over to where you sat, standing right infront of your chair.

"Bend over the fucking table" Rindou said as his hand came around your neck.

You looked up at him with eyes of fear not knowing what to do, but at the tightening of hand around your neck you quickly stood up and did as he said.

You were now bend over the table with Rindou bending over your body as he whispered into your ear.

"You've been getting on my nerves alot lately" Rindou said, as he body against your.

"Every fucking day you wear these short fucking skirts" Rindou said as his hands one hand traveled up your thigh reaching for the hem of your skirt while the other remained around your throat.

"And every fucking day you shower with the door wide open" he said as you felt his fully erect cock pressing into your ass causing a soft moan to slip from his lips.

"Do you know what it does to a man. Of course you fucking do" he said with a snicker as his hand bunched up your skirt pushing the soft material up.

"And then you come with all this attitude, well you know what's going to happen now" Rindou said as your skirt was now pushed fully up, and his hand began to pull at the waist band of your panties.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours till your head fills with my cum and you start to act like a proper lady" he said gently licking your ear.

The sensation of Rindou's wet tongue licking at your ear caused tingles of pushing to shoot down your spine. And the way his hands pulled your pantie down was making your pussy leak out with juices that now stained the inside of your thighs.

"Come on (Y/N) say something, you had alot of fucking attitude earlier on" he said as his hands massaged your thighs feeling of wet they were.

"You not talking cause your pussy is the one that's going to be speaking for you?" Rindou asked with a laugh, as his hands moved up now sliding his thick digits along your puffy folds.

You bit your lip as you felt Rindou prod at your pussy hole that began to clench, as he continued playing with your pussy gathering your slick on his fingers, until he removed them bringing them to his lips.

"Taste so sweet" he said as he lapped the slick on his fingers off.

You heard as Rindou pulled down his sweat pants, feeling as his now unclothed cock was against the plush of your ass. His cockhead leaking pre-cum all over your ass.

"My dick is about to have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours" Rindou said as he aligned his cock to your pussy entrance, and in one swift motion he pushed himself inside you.

You groaned out as Rindous cock was long and girthy, ever so slightly poking at your cervix which only caused your pussy to tighten.

Rindou began to thrust into your pussy deep and slowly, hitting the soft spongy part deep inside your pussy that had your crying out for more.

"This fucking pussy had been calling out for me for days" Rindou said as his hips bucked against your ass, as moans slipped out between your lips.

"Rin please" you begged out not quite sure for what, but knowing you wanted to feel more of him.

Rindou let out a chuckle under his breath at your words and began to speed up his thrusts. He was now fucking into your pussy so fast that white foam was dripping out of your pussy and all over his dick.

Rindou felt as his balls contracted with each thrust, the cum inside them just aching to shoot out into your womb and fill you up.

The only sounds that could be heard in the kitchen was the loud squelching noises of Rindou fucking into your pussy, the lewd noises only making you more desperate to cum.

And you could feel it deep in your pussy, as the pressure began to build up, the urge to cum was getting stronger and stronger and Rindou could sense it by the way your walls kept getting tighter with each thrust.

"You wanna cum" Rindou growled out with a laugh at your desperate moans.

"Yes please" you begged as your hands clawd at the table.

"No fucking cum, make a mess on my cock" Rindou said slamming into you over and over as his hand came down pinching at your clit.

And finally the pressure in your tummy became to much as your walls contracted and you came, with clear liquid squirting out of you all over Rindou's cock and onto the kitchen floor.

"Yeah make a fucking mess" Rindou moaned out feeling at you released around him, soon Rindou felt as his balls ached and finally hot ropes of cum shot out of his slit coating your womb pearly white.

Rindou pushed his cock deeper in feeling as your pussy milked every drop of cum out of his cock.

"Fuck" Rindou said with a sigh as he lifted his body up from yours, gently pulling his cock out, watching as his cum dripped out of your pussy.

"Shit, weeks worth of cum dripping out" Rindou said with a soft laugh, his words causing you to laugh as well.

Carefully Rindou lifted your body up against his own, looking down at your exhausted figure in his arms.

You looked up at Rindou with eyes of wonderment as he began to speak.

"I'm gonna fuck the rest of my cum into your pussy later, so rest up"

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[dnd-writes]

Lip's Lovingly Luscious Lips

AO3

Tags: quickie; gf!Kim Lip, rough oral sex, slight degredation, dub-con, gagging

The car ride back was awkward and silent the whole way. It was only when you two got back to your bedroom that all the feelings were poured out, it was only over something rather trivial but nonetheless the topic made you angry every time and Jungeun was tired having to hear it all the time.

“Why did you invite him there?” you ask, your back turned towards her, not wanting to face her directly.

“I just… want you guys to get along for once,” Jungeun sighs.

“You know I don’t like him and today of all times?” You’ve talked about this man with Jungeun before, most of the time you were just mildly annoyed talking about it but today was different. You were incredibly stressed from work not to mention you barely had time to properly hang out with your girlfriend and today was the first time in a while that you were able to eat a meal with her uninterrupted, or so you thought.

“I’m sorry it had to be today but you can’t hate him forever!” she whined. “Yes, I know he’s my ex but we’re just friends now, I promise, there’s nothing between us anymore.”

“You can’t be ‘just friends’ with your ex plus I can tell, I can tell that he still likes you, you know? Call me delusional but I know what I see!”

“Well, whether he still likes me or not, the break-up was mutual. Plus, I love you, I chose you, I’m with you, ok? Not him but you.”

“I love you too but… I don’t like seeing you near him. It might sound like jealousy but I can’t help it, I’m sorry. You can still be friends with him but I don’t ever want to be near him, especially when we’re together.”

“What’s your deal? I promise we’re just friends now, we used to be together but that was in the past, there’s nothing between us anymore, nothing at all I can assure you that, oppa. Just… why can’t you understand?” Her tone has shifted gradually since the beginning, from pleading and apologetic to harsh and provocative.

“I don’t know, I can’t help it. It’s just that…” You cut yourself off. Something caught your eye, making you lose your train of thought for a moment.

From the corner of your eye you can see a small card sitting on your table. A small red rectangle; a red card, red as strong as the passion you two have, as intense as the fire in your heart, as colorful as her dress, and as vibrant as the lipstick on Jungeun’s lips. You knew exactly what that card was for, a free blowjob pass, given to you on your birthday weeks ago. 

You could still hear Jungeun’s words clearly: “A free blowjob, any time, anywhere, as long as it’s just the two of us. I won’t say no, I can’t say no. No matter what I’m doing, I’m gonna give you a blowjob, however you would like me to.” Your sex life was pretty healthy so you didn’t really need such a pass in your possession however now seems like the perfect moment.

“Get on your knees,” you say, bold and straightforward.

“Even if- What?” The sudden shift in topic also came about a sudden shift in her tone once more.

You turn to face her for the first time since the incident earlier, the card situated between two of your fingers. Jungeun looked nervous but mostly confused. The sight of the card seems to have answered her current questions, alleviating her emotions, but just barely. 

“You heard me, get on your knees.”

Jungeun wanted to protest but gulped her words down her throat instead, she too knew the conditions surrounding the pass. Her legs shook as she got on her knees. She looked nervous but tried her best to remain calm, relaxing her butt against her heels and resting her hands on her lap.

No foreplay, just straight to the action. You undid your belt and out of your pants came your hard dick. Jungeun’s eyes fixated towards it with a mixture of fear and intrigue, she has never seen this side of you before - not that there was much of this side to even show in the first place.

Your tip grazed over her parted lips, smearing pre-cum against the perfect tint of her lipstick. Jungeun just stayed still the whole time, awaiting some sort of order from you. Normally she would be the one moving around and doing all the action but you both know at that moment that you were the one in control. 

You pushed your tip in her mouth nice and easy and in an instant her soft lips clamped down around you. Her mouth was already warm and inviting from the get-go, just perfect all over in every way - the way her mouth encapsulates you, the way her tongue massages your underside, and the way her saliva coats you.

You continued your slow push into her, not backing up even after your tip started touching the back of her throat. Finally your entire length was deep inside of her, you could see in Jungeun’s beady eyes just how much effort she was making to not choke on it. Jungeun’s red lipstick starts staining your cock as you slowly pull out of her. 

You gave her a sweet smile but she saw through that glass facade, she knew she was in for so much more. You were full of excitement while it was just nervousness on her end as your hands went to her face. Your fingers caressed her face, feeling the smoothness and cleanliness of it, admiring your blank canvas before working on it.

You cleared her face of any stray strands while slowly forming a ponytail for her. Her silky red hair was gathered together in your hand as you held her head still. Your other hand gently slaps her cheeks with your wet rod, ruining her make-up and smearing spit and ‘stick on her precious face.

You placed your tip back at the entrance of her mouth. Jungeun took a deep breath, she had an intuition that she might need it especially with how firm you were holding her handle.

Jungeun was still in the process of opening her mouth when you were already halfway inside of her. Everything happened in such a quick flash that she was taken aback, unable to hold the gagging in. 

You didn’t care, you didn’t mind, in fact you liked it - the sound she made turned you on more than anything else in your life. It felt so wrong but the adrenaline started clouding your judgment, instead of backing up you double downed instead. 

Jungeun pants for breath as you pull out. Her eyes shone with a pleading coat but you were gone past the point of kindness. The poor girl remains unsuspecting, still unprepared for your next move. You shove Jungeun’s mouth onto your shaft this time all the way, her face pressed against your crotch.

It didn’t take long for tears to form in her eyes. Jungeun’s struggle to relax translated into pleasure for you, her throat tightening into a vise as she struggles to keep up with you.

You slowly start to form a rhythm as you push and pull on the back of Jungeun’s head. Your grip on her was strong, fueled by the combination of all the emotions you were feeling tonight - anger, jealousy, stress - and you were taking it all out on her.

You start picking up the pace, even thrusting your hips forward in conjunction with your usage of her head. Jungeun was a whole mess at this point, tears and sweat ruining her make-up while drool coats her chin. Things were getting blurry for you, it didn’t even feel like Jungeun anymore - it felt like just a toy, a mere object, a thing that you used for your own pleasure and nothing more. 

While the sensation was immensely pleasurable, the sounds were beyond heavenly. The sloshing of her spit, the gagging that occurred every time you hit her throat, and the grunting Jungeun made as she made an effort to keep focus. It was a wonderful orchestra playing a beautiful melody for your ears.

It was great but somehow it wasn’t enough, something was missing, you needed more. You took both your hands and held her skull at the sides, gaining full control over her. You traded pace for speed, using all the strength you have left to slam Jungeun against your crotch over and over again.

Your meter was beyond overflowing and you could feel your release arriving at any moment. One final slam, one final thrust, you shove yourself down her throat as far as you can before unleashing your whole load. Your cock throbbed as every spurt of cum is deposited into her. Jungeun started slapping your thigh as you held her down but the ecstasy was fogging your mind.

You finally let go of Jungeun and she drops to the floor, coughing and panting hard.

Post-nut clarity starts kicking in just as the heat in your body subsides. You soon realize that Jungeun was also sobbing and you slowly come to your senses, the weight of the situation dawning on you. You quickly kneel down in front of her and embrace her tightly, surprisingly, she hugs you back.

“Fuck, Jungeun, I’m so so so sorry. I got carried away, I promise it won’t happen again.”

Jungeun pushes you off of her. “NO!” she shouts, instant and defensive. “I-I mean, n-no. I kinda… liked it…” Her cheeks redden and her head drops in embarrassment.

“W-What?” you ask, completely bewildered by her response.

“I… liked it. You, being rough, using me like that.”

Soon you were blushing as well. You weren’t the type of person to have a temper nor were you rough in bed, this barbaric behavior was unprecedented for both of you and knowing that Jungeun liked it made you embarrassed as well.

Silence filled the air for a good few seconds before being broken by soft giggles as you two made eye contact once more. 

“Are you ok, Jungeun?”

“Yes, yes… I’m fine.”

“So you liked… me being… rough? With you?”

“Yeah… I was scared at first but I didn’t expect to like it.”

“Me neither.”

 I liked it so much that I… came.” Jungeun lifted her dress a bit to show you just how stained her underwear and thighs were. The sight alone was starting to make you hard again. “C-Can you be like that again? N-Next time we have sex?”

“Oh, ahhh, s-sure. I’ll see if I can.” In a flash, it’s all you could think of - overwhelming, overpowering, controlling, using Jungeun. You were never like this and yet all these thoughts came to you so naturally.

“You know what? Maybe next time is now,” she says as she sees your raging erection once more, taking off her dress as she gets on the bed. A sinister smile creeps on your face, it scared her for a bit but the way she bites her lip says otherwise.

-The End-

[botnasty]

A Memory

Dark!Lord!Bucky Barnes X Widow!Reader

Summary: Your scared of letting your late husband become a memory, but James is gonna make sure of it. 

Words: Around 3K words

Warnings: DARK(NON/DUB-CON, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy), SMUT(fingering, PIV, lill choking, lill breeding kink, rough sex), angst, talk of death,

Note: All mistakes are mineand please tell me if I’m missing any warnings. And also don’t be shy, if anyone wants to become mutual, just come into my inbox :)

Also, this story come from a dream I had after watching Bridgerton season 2 lol

This is a repost bc i realized I didn’t edit it it before posting it.

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You smiled as the sound of the notes played by the many instruments invaded your ears. It had been so long since your last ball and you had missed it terribly, but with the enormous loss you had lived through with the passing of your husband, you hadn’t had any time or will to attend one. 

It had been so sudden. One bright morning he was all well, going about his day, kissing you, loving you like the doting husband and lord he was, and the next, he was so sick he could barely get up the bed. 

Steve and you had lived two blissful years together before the tragedy. You still regret to this day not having kids with him, because now, you barely had anything to really remember him by. The man had no painting of himself, no memories but the object he left in your possession. Each day now, little by the little, you feel bad for slowly forgetting him. You barely remember how his voice sounded, all the traits on his face, every little detail of him.

Slowly but surely, he was becoming a blur image in your mind.

A memory.

That brought you much sadness into your heart. Which is why you decided to attend the ball tonight and maybe see some of your friends once again and just socialize and, maybe, soothe that sadness which had invaded your broken heart.

“We have arrived at Lord Barnes' demeure, miss.” The coachman said as he stopped the horse. The music was now so loud and so beautiful you couldn't help but smile. The door of the coach opened and you stepped down with the help of Anthony, said coachman.

“Thank you, Anthony.”

The man nodded. “It is always a pleasure.” And got back into the carriage. 

Lord Barnes’ house. You haven’t been here for so long that you had forgotten how big and beautiful it was with all the windows and the sculpture that harbored the wonderful architecture. As soon as you stepped inside, you were beaming with joy.  Every woman was wearing such beautiful gowns, men in their usual overalls and the dancing… You had missed it all oh so terribly.

“Well I must be dreaming.” You gasped and turned around at the sound of his voice.

“Sam!” He let out a small laugh at your excitement of seeing him. “It has been far too!” Sam had been a very good friend to your late husband and had quickly become a friend of yours too. If it hadn’t been for him, you were sure you would still be in a pit of despair over your loss.

You smiled and couldn’t help but look him up and down. He was wearing a deep red tuxedo with a black shirt. “You look really dashing tonight, Sam.”

“So do you, dear. Is that a new gown?” He said, referring to your blue and black dress. A sign to you were still overcoming the tragedy.

You nodded. “I’m surprised you noticed, but, yes it is. It’s my first time going public since. Have to make…” You gasped when you saw what he had in his hand. “Is that a ring?” You grasped his hand and looked at the gold band. “Did you finally ask Sharon?”

He nodded and you wanted to scream like a little girl. You had wanted the two to settle down for so long. “Where is she? By the Gods, I have to felicite her and…”

Sam was full on belly laughing at your excitement. He had missed you all too much. “Calm down, dear. She’s there.” He pointed to the dance floor, where his beautiful wife was dancing with Lord barnes.

“Is that James?” You couldn’t help but ask when your eyes finally landed on Sharon. Sam hummed in approval.

The man had changed so much. Ever since your marriage to Steve you had only seen glance of the man that used to be a constant in your life. You had met James before Steve and had quickly become friends. You would almost daily see each other, help each other with suitors or unwanted suitors. He was there for you as much as you were for him. You also had developed feelings for the man, but that all changed when you married Steve, his brother. 

From then, he had cutted almost every tie with you, only seeing each other for brief seconds. But, now that you were actually seeing him, you noticed how the tall lean man with short hair has now become this muscular long haired gentleman that could probably crush with a single squeeze. He had also become more handsome so you were surprised when Sam told you he was still single.

“The dance just finished, let's go see them.” Sam led you to them and you couldn’t help but look down when you noticed James staring at you. He had also become much more intimidating, notice when you stopped right beside him, because of his build and heights.

“Sharon!” You hugged the woman. “It is so good to see you and married to Sam. How is that?” You gulped when you felt James burning gaze on you, but you wouldn’t dare look at him. 

Sharon grasped Sam's hand and leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder. “It’s wonderful. Everything I could ever hope for.” She kissed his cheek and you smiled when you noticed the bashful expression on Sam’s face. They were finally both so happy after years of pinning and angst between the two. It was such a good sight to see. “But, enough about us. How are you? How is your first ball in years?”

You shrugged. “I just arrived so I can’t really tell you. All I’m wondering is if someone would dare dance with me.” You let out a small laugh.

Sam nodded to Bucky who still hasn’t said anything or moved his eyes from you. “I’m sure James would be delighted to dance with you.” This is when you finally let yourself look up at the man. His eyes were the same as before which sootted a little of your anxiety of seeing him, but the darkness in them confused you.

You cleared your throat. “You would?” He nodded presenting his big hands. “May I have this other dance, my lady?” He asked with a bow of the head.

You smiled at him for the first time this evening. “Of course, Lord Barnes.” And you took him on the offer. The music started playde and you both started swaying to it at the same as all the other couples. You tried to keep your eyes on James, but you couldn’t with the way he was looking at you and because he now seemed like a complete stranger to you. You wonder what happened to make him stop talking to you. You want to know.

No.

You need to know. 

So, instead of looking at him, you looked at everyone else who was talking to their partner.

Seeing you not looking at him, James decided to finally talk to you. “I thought we wouldn’t see you tonight, especially after such troubling events.” Bucky said as he placed a hand on your ways and made you moved to the sound of the music. You instantly turn to him and to James delight, look into his eyes. 

“It has been months, Lord Buchanan. I—“ James helped you do a little twirled and you got back into his arms.

He leaned his head closer to yours and whispered to your ears only: “Sweet, after all this time, you can call me James.”

“James then, I loved your brother with all my being, but I’m sure he would’ve wanted me to have much fun instead of broody inside the mansion till my end meets.”

Bucky hummed. “It is true. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to his passing. I was attending business outside the city. So, my condolences, sweets.”

Your eyes squinted. “You talk about him like he wasn’t your brother. A person you didn’t have any relation with. Why?”

James sighed and his hold tightened on your waist. A slight wiince left your mouth at the action. “You know me and my brother didn’t have one of the greatest relationships. I thought you already knew that.”

You shook your head. “Steve always talked about you in great regard and before you never talked bad to me about your brother.” James just shrugged and it was back to silence.

When the song finally ended and you both bowed to each other. “Thank you for the dance, James.” He didn’t say anything which didn’t leave you surprised. “Have a great night, my lord.”

You turned around when he took a hold on your wrist.

“I have something for you in my study.” Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, a little close to your bosom you couldn’t help but noticed. 

Your eyes narrowed. It was bad for a woman to be seen with a man, alone without a chaperone, but a widow whose husband just died alone with a man could make a woman lose everything. 

“Which is…”

“A little something of my Steve. I thought it would be better for you to have it then me.” Your eyes lit up. You’ll finally get something to remember him by so you gladly follow him in the huge mansion. 

“What is it?” You couldn’t help but ask him while walking in the hallway.

“I found drawings in his old room and letters for you.”Drawing? Letters? That sounds so much like something Steve would do.”

Bucky hummed and opened the door and let you walk into the study. The room was covered in wood and you couldn’t help but be amazed by it. Your glance traveled to the room before you turned to James who was closing the door. “Thank you so much, James. For giving me those.” You placed your hand on his shoulder. “You don’t know how much I need it.”

“I lied, sweet.” Your hand slided down. “What…”

“There are no letters. No drawing.” He grabbed your hands.

“What.”

“You know, you were supposed to be mine, sweet.” Your eyes widened and you took a step back, you tried to pry your hand from his hold, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Wha—“

“I was the first one to see you, to be attracted to you and my brother felt nothing towards you.” He pulled you to him.

A wave of shock and anger bursted in you at his word. You haven't talked to him in years, how dare he make that claim. “Do not dare talk about my husb—“

“He only developed feelings for you the moment I told him about mine. He stole you from me. You were meant to be mine, sweet.”

You were shaking, your mind going crazy and your eyes going back and forth being his blue one as he took steps closer to you. 

“And now that he is finally gone…”

He placed a hand on your right cheek, his thumb touching your cheek bone. 

“I can finally have you.”

Before you could understand what was happening, James placed his big hand under your thighs and pulled you up.

“Jam–” He shushed you with a finger on your lips as he placed you on his wooden desk.

“You wouldn't want anyone to see you, wouldn't you?” He tried to pull up your dress, but you swatted his hand away in a hurry. “You’ll be the talk of the town.” He growled and ripped the skirt of your gown instead. A cry left your mouth when Bucky made you lay down on the desk. “The recent widow being spotted in a compromising situation with the brother of her late husband. You’ll be the shame of your family.” 

You cried because he was right. You cried for what you were about to do. You cried for your late husband who was probably seeing this from above. 

Bucky layed on top of you, rubbing his clothed cock against your panties who were shamely getting soaked. “Just let it happen, sweet. give me what I deserve.” He kissed your cheeks as he took your wrists and placed your hands above your head and, with the straight he now had, you couldn,’t do anything to stop him. “Give me what you should’ve given me first.” He whispered in your ears before licking the shell. You were silently crying the entire time.

“Oh, baby. My sweet. Do not shed any tears.” He said with a fake sympathy expression on his face. “This will be as enjoyable for me as it will for you.” He wiped the tears away with his thumb and brought it to his mouth for a taste. 

As he pulled his thumb out, he looked down where both your bodies were about to join. He groaned when he saw the wet patch you left on his trousers. ”Look at that.” He rubbed his finger on your underwear, toying with your folds and clit over the clothes. “You want me so much, Sweet. Your body betrays you.”

“I d-don’t.”

James tisked and pulled your pantie to the side. “It’s not good to lie, sweet.” You cover your mouth to not let any moan escape when he starts playing with your cunt. “See, you’re lying.”

“You’re manipulating me.” You managed to say as he pushed two thick fingers inside your wetness, fucking your hole.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked straight in your face, his finger now on your clit rubbing fast circles making it now impossible for you to not moan. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked with a graver tone, his finger slowing down.

You were crying and arching in that moment. “No!” You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Please, don’t stop.”

James smirked. “I knew you wanted me.” And before you could even make another though, he turned your body around like a rag doll and pushed you so your ass would stick up. He harshly pulled your underwear down and moaned when he saw it. “Prettiest pussy, sweet and all mine.”

He placed both hands on your waist and pushed the tip of his cock inside of you. You couldn’t help but arch your back at the feeling of being full of something. He was so big, stretching you out so well and so painfully, but you loved it. You welcomed this familiar pain that you hadn’t felt in months. 

James moaned when his cock finally breached your tight entrance. “Oh… Are you sure you’ve ever done that with my brother? You’re so tight. So wet.” He pulled back, only resting the tip inside before pushing back inside of you and he did that on and on. Thrust after thrust. Until you were completely at his mercy, completely his.

Your ears were ringing and your mind was foggy. All you could focus on was the way James was fucking into you, like a madman, and the the wet sound of your body connecting.

“You’re mine after this, Sweet”. He leaned over to whisper into your ears. “I don’t care what people think, what you think. I’m finally going to get what I always wanted. “His hold tightened on your waist at the same time as your cunt around his cock. You heard him swear under his breath.

 “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. I’m gonna use and use you until you are with child. My child, sweet.” You couldn’t say anything but moan. Tears were still streaming down your cheeks, but for a completely different reason. One of pleasure. You were in complete bliss at that moment. not even Steve ever made you feel that way.

“Cum–”Moan. “Cum inside of me, Lord.” The name spilled out of your lips, out of the blue.

James grabbed your hair and pulled you up, pressing your back to his chest as he kept on trusting inside of you. “What did you call me?”

“My lord.”

James grabbed your throat. “That’s right. I’m your lord. And your lord is gonna cum inside his pussy.” His other hand went to your pussy, two of his fingers resuming rubbing your clit. You trashed in his hold when he fucked you faster than before, the tip of his cock punching your cevix at each thrust of his hips.

A minute after that felt like an hourm your both came, him deep inside and you all over him. You moaned when you felt him fill you up until you were dripping around his cock, but the groaning that came with it was probably the greatest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to listen to.

When you felt him stop twitching inside of you, you collapsed back down on the desk, your eyes slowly but surely closing by the amount of pleasure you had lived through. The only thing you felt after was a kiss on your forehead and James whispering in your ears as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

“So beautiful. So mine.”

And with just that, Steve had completely become what you feared most: a memory.

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[kirispunchingbag]

We’ll Call Each Other His Name

Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x female bodied reader x Pro Hero Bakugo (some)

Warnings: rough sex, perversion, dub con, degradation, slight stalking, doggie

an: first smut ive written, pls be kind! MDNI

Summary: y/n and Kirishima come to an agreement after accepting their mutual obsession with Bakugo.

You were dozing off at work again. Silently, you were cursing yourself in your head, but your resistance only lasted so long. Pro Hero Dynamight was right there, right across the room filling out post-mission paperwork; his cut arms catching the light in all the right spots, the dips of his muscles shadowed gently. His eyebrows were creased into a frown, but the calmness of his features were still miles calmer than his usual state, which was, well… explosive.

Like this, it was easy to imagine Bakugo holding your waist as you bounced in his lap, letting him fill you and use you as he pleased. It was easy to imagine the peace you could bring him, if only he would just notice your pining.

His eyes dart up, and you look away quickly, shaming yourself internally for making yourself look like an idiot.

“Ey-,” he growls at you, forcing you to pry your eyes back up towards him, “Do your work, jackass.” You knew your face was beat red, as was the head of red hair just across the room from you, sitting at a desk behind Bakugo’s. “You too, shitty hair.”

“Damn,” the sturdy hero exclaims, “How’d you know I wasn’t doing my paperwork, man?”

“Cause I can feel your damn eyes on me like a hawk,” Bakugo scoffs, “Am I really that freaking interesting to you?”

“I-...,” Kirishima’s face matched his hair, “I wasn’t staring at you, dude.”

Bakugo didn’t answer, only focused his gaze back at his paper, letting out a small grunt as he continued to fill out his paperwork. Kirishima’s gaze met your own, both your faces red, both your foreheads beading in sweat that could have only come from both of your own embarrassment.

This went on for the next painful two hours, until it was closing time. Employees and sidekicks of Dynamight’s agency began packing their things, each quietly making their way to the door, hoping their boss would allow it to happen.

“You’re all free to go,” Bakugo grumbled, “Except for you two,” His gaze meets Kirishima and you, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. Were you getting fired? You had known Bakugo since you guys attended UA, and it had been a surprise from the start that he had even allowed you to enter his elite hero agency. Kirishima’s case was different though; his spot was safe here, and you knew that.

As the room cleared out, you and Kirishima stood sheepishly near the door, waiting for the explosion hero to speak.

“I know you guys didn’t finish your fucking paperwork,” Bakugo starts, his face devoid of anger. This usually happens when there was no one else in the office except for you two, Bakugo’s facade falls only slightly, his calm demeanor making your thighs twitch together and your cheeks heat as it becomes apparent that your worries were slightly exaggerated. “I need you both to stay and finish that up. I need you out in the field tomorrow with me, and you won’t be if you need to be here signing your fucking names over and over again.”

Bakugo paces over to the coat rack, stuffing his wallet into the black leather jacket that hung at the top, before grabbing it and slipping his arms into the fabric. “Yeah, sure man.” Kirishima responds before you could, and Bakugo nodded.

“Good,” he says quietly, before approaching the door, “I think you should find it a lot easier to get shit done if I’m not here, you fuckin creeps.” At his comment, your cheeks redden even more, “Lock up when you're done. Kirishima, I need you to be here for opening tomorrow.”

With that, Dynamight was gone, his ash hair the last thing you see of his figure as he steps outside the door.

“Well shit,” your voice squeaks weakly, wanting to crumple up into a ball and die on the spot, “That was embarrassing.” Kirishima scratches the back of his head, his gaze intense on you for just a moment before approaching you a little quicker than you would have been comfortable with. “Hey, what are you-,”

“I have an idea-,” he whispers, his arm snaking around your waist.

Your cheeks heat up, your breath quickening, “I don’t think this is the best way to fill our paperwork, Kiri-,”

“You’re so desperate for him,” Kirishima whispers, his hand coming up to trail your jawline, tilting your gaze up to him. Trying your best to back up, you found the task impossible; you were already against Bakugo’s desk.

“We should do our paperwork,” you whispered, your heart rate speeding as your gaze falls upon Kirishima’s intense eyes. His eyes are blown wide, the red only slightly visible outside the expanded black pupils. “We- we need to do our paperwork-,”

“We will,” he responds softly, “I just-,” he breathes heavily, his hips rocking forward slightly, your eyes widening as you feel his strained hard on against your leg. What the fuck- “I’m sorry,” he gasps, his head falling to the side of your face as he grinds against your leg again, “If- if this isn’t okay, just… just slap me or something. Use your quirk on me and I’ll get off I promise.”

“Kiri, what are you doing-,” you gasp as he rocks his hips into you again, confusion bubbling within you as it fights against the warmth that slowly builds between your legs.

“It’s so hard to work with him around, isn’t it?” He gasps, his raspy voice laced thick with arousal, with desperation. “I know you understand that. It’s fucking impossible.”

“Kirishima-,” you breathe, your arms snaking around his waist as he ruts against just the right spot this time, a wave of pleasure rocking through you briefly as you try to form words.

“Let me fuck you,” he says, he begs, his hands coming to your waist as he rocks into that same spot again, earning a whimper from you. “You can pretend I’m him, it’s okay.”

His words shock you, making you impossibly hotter in the cheeks as you feel your arousal build to a height that shames you. “You’re a pervert,” you gasp, even though your grip on his body becomes tighter.

“I wanna fuck him so badly, y/n,” He exclaims, ignoring your insult, “I wanna fuck him until he can’t speak, till that fucking scowl is a deadened stupid stare,” you had never heard words like this from Kirishima, and they took you by surprise. Still, you whimper in his arms, the picture he was painting for you getting you impossibly more aroused, impossibly more desperate.

“See, the thing is,” Kirishima continus, his movements not seizing, “I know you want that too… kind of,” You move your arms up to his shoulders, and back around Kirishima’s hair, fisting some of it between your fingers. “I know you want Katsuki to fuck you, I know you want him to pound into you like the fucking animal he is.”

His words force a high whimper from your lips. Yes, that's what you wanted. It was what you had been thinking about all day, all week, all month.

“So, what then?” You gasp, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. The sturdy hero catches you with grace, no surprise there. “You wanna fuck eachother to get it out of our systems?”

“Fuck,” Kiri gasps, “yeah… I do.” Immediately, he spins you around, your back to his chest as he fumbles around trying to find the zipper to your hero suit. “Tell me its okay, god, please let me fuck you.” His hands finally find the zipper to your costume, but he hovers there, slamming the breaks on his actions until he hears from you.

“This is embarrassing,” you mumble, thinking about the meaning of this for the both of you. Were you two really that pathetic for your boss?

“No, no it’s not, trust me, princess,” The pet name has you nearly purring, your head leaning back into his chest as his hand falls to your waist. “You can call me his name. I’ll call you his too. It’ll help us both, I’m sure of it,” He waits eagerly behind you, and you can feel his hot breath against your neck. “We’ll call each other his name.”

“Fine,” you gasp, and in seconds, your hero costume is on the floor, your panties pushed down to your knees as Kirishima bends you over the side of Bakugo’s desk. You’re dripping, you can feel it as the air hits you, as you wait impatiently for Kirishima to rid himself of his pants.

His patience is slim, so the sturdy hero only makes it far enough to push his pants and boxers to his knees, before grabbing your hips, and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Is-,” he breathes laborly, trying to catch his words, “Is foreplay necessary right now?”

“My entire day was foreplay.”

“Hah,” he scoffs, “You're just as much of a pervert as me, y/n.”

You had heard Kirishima was big, you had heard he was huge from some of the other women you had known that he had slept with. He was a bit of a slut at the office, regardless of his crush on the boss.

Still, right now wasn’t the time for Kirishima.

“Fuck, Kiri- Katsuki,” you correct yourself, the name embarrassingly natural on your lips as you think back to the many times you had whispered it with your hands between your legs. “Please, I’m ready, you don’t have to go slow-,”

Without a second to spare, your insides were blown wide as Kirishima pushes himself into you, a quick ram of a movement until you were seeing absolute stars, a guttural cry leaving your lips as he bottomed out inside you with one swift movement. “FUCK.” If you weren’t so wet, you think he could have broken you.

Kirishima remains still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the feeling. His breaths are deep, a soft moan escaping his lips as you clench around him just slightly. “That’s it, Kats,” he whines, “You’re such a good boy when you needa be, aren’t you? Taking me all in so easily.”

With that, Kirishima rams into you again, earning another moan from your lips. “Fuck, Bakugo.” You wanted to try every name the man had, regardless if you had or hadn’t before. You had been granted the permission, you were going to take advantage of that.

Quickly, Kirishima’s arousal took control of him, as he began to fuck into you impossibly faster, each movement hitting so deep into your body you felt as though you were going to burst. Your moans and whispered overlapped with his, both your bodies craning into one another as Kirishima fucked you from behind.

“What is it you like about him?” Kiri grunted, his movement in his hips causing his own voice to waver. “His- fuck, god, you feel amazing - his aggression?” You can’t manage to do anything but whine in response, bucking your ass back at a higher angle to accomodate for Kirishima’s massive length.

“Mph- thats it princess - fuck-,” Kiri moans, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. “Tell me what you like about him. Tell me-,”

“His-,” you gasp, trying to get a good grasp on your words as Kiri fills you repeatedly, ruthlessly, “His arms are so fucking big, his chest, his voice when he’s telling me I did a good job, I-,” you babble, your words leaving you easier than you thought regardless of the pleasure in your stomach that was building. “Fuck, he’s Dynamight for fucks sake.”

“Fuck,” Kiri’s moan is low and drawn, making your stomach turn impossibly, your stomach warming as you revel in the sound of his pleasure.

His hips ram into you harder, faster, and in no time, both of your voices scream for only one thing, one person, him. The small moans of “Katsuki” get louder, longer, more desperate as you use each other.

Within minutes, you can feel your stomach coiling as you picture him behind you; Bakugo’s strong hands around your waist, the raspy groans you’d hear if he was fucking you like the way you wanted him to. You were close. Kiri was close. It was apparent from the growing desperation held by the both of you.

“Fuck- cumming-,” He eventually says right before you yourself reach your high, ecstasy raking through both you and Kirishima as you sloppily push your ass back on him for more contact as you ride our the high he had given you. His breaths are harsh and labored, but satisfied and addictive, heard even over the high whimpers you’d let out from your climax.

“We should do this more often,” you breathe, trying to catch your breath. The moment was relieving, peaceful.. but such things could only last so long.

First, there was a crackling noise, and then the slamming open off the office door.

“What the fuck was that I heard?!” A voice then booms from the doorway while you and Kirishima to jump off of one another, your heart pounding in your chest. Fuck.

“Bakugo-,” you breathe, pulling up your pants quickly as Kirishima does the same. You fumble to close the zipper of your costume, your panic making the coordination in your fingers nonexistent.

“You two couldnt even wait to fuck till I’d left the fucking building?” Bakugo scowled, “Pathetic.”

“C’mon man, we just-,”

“Shut up, Kirishima,” The blonde growled, slamming the door shut behind him, “Get on your knees. Both of you.”

Oh.

To Be Continued

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Yaoi/Manga I’m reading/have read. Please support the artists on official websites. If you have recs or want to chat about any of these get in my messages right the fuck now my dudes. Also spoilers, also this probably doesn’t make sense to anyone but me, also I think I’m funny sorry in advance.

Dangerous Convenience Store

Tags: Ongoing, self aware lead for the most part, gangs, smut, love triangle, possessive, not rapey, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, college, age gap, good art, muscular bodies, seme is adorable/romantic in sp chapters, sexual awakening, meeting the gang (in two ways!), FAINTS OF CUTENESS/HOTNESS, the memes after every chapter got me gagged, HAHE hahahahahahahahahaha, OMG DO I GET SOME CNC?! (update: short lived), we stan a vocal man (Ahjussi), thigh fucking, my mans be like my thighs hurt fuck my ass instead DECEASED, ass smacking, these memes are so good god damnit, rimming

8/10, I live for Ahjussi (Am I spelling this wrong..)

The New Employee 

-love love love

Tags: ongoing, we stan supportive boyfriends, healthy relationship, boss/employee, smut, office setting, good art, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies

Love Shuttle

Tags: completed, ABO, enemies to lovers, possessive, coworkers, fake relationship, strong omega, the art sucks but I like the story, art gets better after the 1st season, alphas eyes change colors when happy/anxious, muscular bodies, 7/10, update 10/10 art is meh but fml this storyline is basic af in the best way and it’s the fluff/smut I need, when you’re caught by the folks *cringe*

Hold Me Tight

Tags: ongoing, boss/employee, bodyguard, gio can’t feel heat until felix comes along, uke is strong af, horny bastards, smut, possessive, tragic childhood, moving in together right away, rich seme, felix in a bunny costume though *heart eyes*, dialogue is great, rape in a technical sense but the vibe is written like both characters are all good after? Ex. hospital scene…dub con, ART IS GREAT, hand holding during sex, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies

Yours to Claim 

Tags: ongoing, love triangle, Dom/sub dynamics, smut, main is big switch energy, reincarnation, jealousy, manipulative, possessive, self aware lead for the most part, toxic af, GREAT ART, college, rich semes, 10/10 will re-read and not even finished, SONOFABITCH that cliff hanger!! Season 3 come thruuuu (I have to wait until November? *cries* BUT MAH LOVE TRIANGLE!!, I want a THROUPLE GOD DAMN IT

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Tags: obsessed with this story, will the incense burner scenes make it?? No tags because I'll never forget this one haha wangxian 5ever, send me all fanfics/fan art you have about this story, love Dark Wangji, Jadecest, ABO/omegaverse, Bottom Wangji/Top Wei Ying, and honestly anything regarding this fandom

Bj Alex

Tags: completed, great art, 11/10 will re-read, cam boy, fanboy, seme is an asshole, uke is so sexy, jealously, rich seme, enemies to lovers kind of?, CHANWOO IS MY BOY FOR LIFE, Chanwoo MD supremacy, BDSM (like really really), fuck I love Chanwoo, college students, rich seme, emotional rollercoaster, uke soft body, mean seme, college life, that one nosy bitch ass guy trying to expose my boys needs to fuck right off, seme split/fake personality, dub con 

Anti PT

Tags: ongoing, 11/10 re-readable, porn with feelings, love triangle, jealousy, attempted non-con, personal training wink wink, main love interest is actually the best, second male lead is a god damn creep, first time, smut, great art, sex addict/constantly horny uke, I WANT A HWI, 

Related: https://www.anime-planet.com/manga/anti-pt/recommendations 

Payback

Tags: ongoing, both are psychopaths tbh, revenge, gangs, uke sells himself to seme, violent seme, entertainment industry, brunette supremacy, what this motherfucker gonna do? hehe , great art, muscular bodies, dead dove do not eat, my mans must be GOOD looking/animal magnetism cause everyone losing their fucking minds, okay this is a comedy I’m dying, he tried to scare him with wanting to be a top but my psycho said REVERSEUNO BITCH I’M A VERSE (wait jk apparently *sigh*), anonymous masked sex (sad n’ kinky)

My Suha

Tags: ongoing, wow this gets dark, possessive af like holy shit, terrible people all around uke, rape, boss/employee, office politics/family politics, smut, characters that are punchable, dead dove do not eat, *velociraptor noises*, avoided this for a while but I’m back because nothing can be more emotionally devastating than Banana Fish, TIE HIM UP, FUCK HIS FACE ALKSJD:ASKD, FUCK SUHA UR SO HOT that dirty talk though YAS, glad I picked this back up lmao, GOD DAMN IT just when the package arrived then this red head fucker *screams*

Shame Application aka Dirty Vibration

Tags: completed, friends to lovers, model seme, cute af uke, love triangle, entertainment industry, smut, kink, all kinds of sex everywhere, realized feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, rich seme, blonde seme, big brother 1984 always watching, 10/10 would re-read, porn with plot, they were roommates!, ~straight~ seme, first times, great art, remembering some cringe but considering the story it’s par for the course

Will You Subscribe

Tags: ongoing, season 1 completed, enemies to lovers, cam boy, office politics, boss/employee, hiding a secret, public sex, stalkers/creepy men, emotionally stunted characters, mutual pining, idiots in lust, lingerie company, slut shaming, jealousy/possessiveness, season 2 bebeh, HOLDING HANDS *velociraptor noises*, LMAO okay my mans is not THAT old how tf does he not know netflix and chill, BUNNY COSTUME (quickly becoming my new fav trope in manga, A+ gang), oh we stan a good boy, wtf is wrong with wanting to do cam work, ‘I wish my marks could become permanent’ *omegaverse wink*, *works for lingerie company* *doesn’t understand where bf gets sexy costumes* like wut kind of fuckery…, cross dressing ftw, roleplay, classic BL miscommunication trope

Hyperventilation

Tags: completed, high school crush, unrequited love, mutual pining, smut, quickie (short story), class reunion, apparently furry with the extra chapter turning my man into a bunny but c'est la vie! https://myreadingmanga.info/korean-bl-animation-hyperventilation-engsub/ this is the animation of the same story, different endings but same in tone (this site is spammy AF but the English subs are so hard to find for this) 8/10 

Unmei no tsugai ga omae da nante

Tags: only one bed, ABO, office setting. Coworkers, enemies to lovers, competitive, equality in the omegaverse, dubcon, real dicks and not lightsabers, fated pair, art is cute af 8/10

K’s Secret

Tags: buckle up buttercup, dead dove do not eat, angst, pining, somnophilia, dub con, non con, boss/employee, manipulative, stalking, forced relationship, tragic childhood background, weird art but gets better,  uke: don’t threaten me with a good time but seriously stop threatening me, possessive & obsessive, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, wow were going full psycho stalker hm?, dating a narcissist is all fun and (mind)games, con non con… ? honestly who tf knows, domestic!, OW MY HEART, the t/n WAP note sent me, ch 51 translated by gen z, do special ep= furry? Wait there’s a maid costume, bunny costume, directors friends keeping it real, rough translations 8/10

Enthusiasm

Tags: ongoing, dead dove do not eat, uke buys seme, masc boys, muscular bodies, fight club, master/slave, rich uke, revenge, real dicks not lightsabers, rough sex, cuckholding, daddy issues, suicide, wow the end of ch 5 punched a hole in my heart, penile implant life,  rough translations makes the storyline wonky, nvm back to lightsabers *star wars noises*, HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY I CAN NOT, shibari, possessive, wait this is cute *velociraptor noises*, angst, no kithes for you “bestie”, OBSESSED, honestly choke him pupper, STAY THE NIGHT ALKSDJA:SLDKJAS:LKDJA:SLDKj, problematic but I’m riding for these two, 

Ichimai Goshi Fetish

Tags: completed, short, fetishes DO start in childhood don’t they *ruminates*, author: describes ML as a beautiful 2D character meanwhile: ML IS 2D character, fellas is it gay to kiss the homies?, “real dudes don’t interest me” is a MOOD, comedy, jealousy, college setting, dialogue is A+, not lightsabers but not dicks either, first time, when you’re fucked so good you think you’ve died, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4uEq5Nx6ko, hero/villain roleplay. Fluff n smut 10/10

My Purrfect Boss

Tags: completed, tooth rotting fluff because blondie is so FUCKING cute little sensitive soul, golden retriever boyfriend, pure comedy, DECEASED, MY MAN JUST DID THE SLOW BLINK, office setting, boss/employee, ~wasted~ (red dead redemption meme),  FFS SO CUTE, he put a ring on it right away beyonce would be proud af, he protecc he attack but most importantly he hit it from the back, jealousy, honeymoon phase of dating, the ex is a snake (update: oh wow literally), I’m picking up abuse/PTSD vibes based on how Kang reacts to his ex :(, classic BL miscommunication plot, immediately no meme audio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XWSGfYnps) ,  I WILL STRAIGHT UP MURDER CHA WTF!!!!!!, gang rape, spiked with drugs that force heat, me rn:*screaming/rage*, psychotic ex/abuser, HE PROTECCC, actual relief after that scene jesus fuck, okay YES kings I see you, okay this is giving me cuteness aggression, hi yes I’d like to adopt a cat and a dog please 9/10

Following Namsoo to the Bathhouse

Tags: completed, same author as, “My Purrfect Boss”, A+ comedy once again, JUNIOR, gay awakening, “fap myself to death” DEAD, facial expressions are ridic, my minds telling me no but my body, my bodyyyy’s telling me yaaaaa, ya boy is literally losing his mind over this, actual lightsabers lmao, FLUFF, permasmile, 6969, THINKS THEY’RE GOING TO EAT RAMEN, dense gay, own your skin wtf okay hannibal calm down, everyone is officially cray,  ah I also am barfy when drunk, denial really is something hm, classic BL miscommunication plot, when people pleasing too far, happy ending 🥺🥰, side story: our crazy gets his very own crazy (ashton Kutcher from spread vibes), public sex, sex sparkle 9/10

Alien in my Closet

Tags: ongoing (maybe completed but def ongoing on the site I use), not rapey at all?? You’d think it’s impossible in this medium ffs, anti pt vibes, cute art, fluff ‘n smut, red head!!, they were roomates!, sex toys, bsdm, D/s (brat)dynamic or maybe owner/pet, bondage, *tiffany hadish voice* this is noiceeee, con humiliation/degradtion, SANTA CLAUS, edging, marking, one lotus please (he’s clearly read the 4 agreements and karma sutra), con non con, exhibitionism, the wrist thing stays on people, Katoptronophilia,  roleplay, is it stalking when you bring your friends?, lotus: welcome home cheater, the chin on the head thing gives me cuteness aggression, the twins are my favs, when ur crush vanilla af 😭, haesung: experiment on me daddy, no dick until halfway through/fingering supremacy, bedroom sessions has me gagged, voyeurism, wait they haven’t kissed this whole time I forgot (audio: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryley/video/6976701880277748997?lang=en), sunbae is sus, YES FINALLY A FUCKING SWITCH COUPLE AKJSDHALKSJDHASKLJDHALS KJDALKSJD (update: sort of), there’s a missed opportunity for an anal probe joke, damn it okay maybe sunbae is chill, 3 musketeers, my heart*implodes*, *velociraptor noises*, 12/10 would re-read such fluff my heart 

On Doorstep

Tags: completed, age gap, reese has ptsd, jimmy going from 0 to 100, jimmy really got down on his knees at work, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) deepest part you say, real dicks, ride him like a rodeo, quickie/short story, porn with plot

Gorani Jeon

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, no alpha though, animal hybrid, art is beautiful like it's drawn on paper not a screen, 40 inch weave yours came in a pack, historical (non-modern), lord send me a sexy man pls, the memes after each chapter are golden, taking the phrase licking wounds literally, is that an eggplant or are you just happy to see me hehe, ahhh so inhibitors do exist here, vertical 69, here lays Bau fucked to death by Ran, WHY HE TOUCHING MY MAN, these chickens are dope, stomp on his dick, that’s what I call a happy meal, fucked right out the front door I’M DEAD, mpreg, i need a tiger+mountain god spin off (whoops dad/son my bad), slice of life, cute fluff 8/10

Room to room

Tags: completed, college setting, A+ dialogue, absurd size difference, unrequited love,  sexsomina, dubcon, angst, death by a thousand cuts emotionally, insecurity, body envy, pining, friends to lovers, they were roommates!, homophobia, sexual assault, PTSD, gays in denial, the tattoo 🥺 ow my heart, truly this is 90% smut, “going from unrequited love to fwbs is shittier than I expected”, dowan *bad blood by t swift* when he sees garam, ch 22garam reminds me of my ex and that’s not a compliment, I’m not gay but my boyfriend is vibes, triflers need not apply, spanking, 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart hurts, is anyone getting a bit of a puppy play vibe? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vni9ZWmDXis, handcuffs, lots of head we stan, dowan’s gotta a touch of a foot thing or maybe body worship thing, asdlfgkjs ;dlkfgjsd;flkgj;sdflkgj;sdlfgjs;d/gkdf SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, roleplay. They broke the bed no use of crying over spilled milk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), side stories delivering man in uniform and sex toys AND puppy, asdlkjaslfkasdjfl;askdfjasdf the shirt thing is so hot, watersports, I take it back this is 98% smut 9/10

Mistake Lover

Tags: completed, when ur bff is back on their BS, love triangle, coworkers, i swear all these ukes look the same to me at this point (which is very cute), GE!!!! (wangxian flashbacks), wait no smut?.... Paused

Yagi to ookami no hatsujou jijou

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, literally on my reading list because a comment said “nice cock 10/10”hahahaha, animal hybrids, scifi/aliens, me during chapter one: am I a furry? No. Am I? Relevant audio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJNIqvDfoo, hotties when human GOD DAMN, bi king, okay I stan this girl changing gears take your opportunities honey!, does blondie have a tinder or how is this happening? (update: called it), feminization, dubcon/noncon, marking, heats, idk about 10/10 cock but not lightsabers, translation is ruff (get it?), a yankee hahaha, literal wound licking, googles chimera, *claps* yes king selfish call his ass out, tail holding caaaayoooot, not that isn’t usually copious amounts of cum but really this is a lot 8/10

Make Me Bark

Tags: completed, $250 a month rent?? *cries in Californian*, god damn it these grey haired 2D men are really hot fml, “next months rent is a looming concern but I hope it’ll get better” followed by apartment on fire is how I feel about reality, rare characters that smile way more than they frown, sex toys, kink, puppy play, owner/pet dynamic, sugar daddy/baby, college setting, harness, muzzle, leash, tail plug, shirt thing!!, soaked briefs, playing barbie IRL, omg meet cute at the adult store, intercrural sex, possessive/jealousy, ah fuck yes I saw this panel on IG but it didn’t have the source but now hehe, whipping, choking, spanking, *bookmarks*, simp city, childhood friends, side couple cute af, yeonsoo: sorry I’m an anti romantic, size queen, mens lingerie, domestic, mutual pining,  these bestie pairings are *chefs kiss*, skinny but muscular bodies/no ridiculous size differences, “does he have a big dick?” “probably” “well tell him to come” GAGGED AJKSDHALSKDJHA this dialogue pure comedy, exhibitionism, human auction, maid costume, men in heels, topping in a dress, girl at the bus stop HAHAHA, ffs this is so cute, side stories: it’s a small world afterall, dynamic role reversal, pink haired boy is guru, SCREAMING AKDJA:SLDKJA:LKDJA:LSDKJLAKDJA:LDJAL:SKDJASLKDJA:SLKDJLAKSDJLASDJ:LASJD:ALSKDJASL:DJ:ASLJDPUTARINGONIT!!!! 11/10 

Gurume no fukurami

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, food fetish, feeding fetish, age gap, throuple-eqsue? There’s 3 people involved, paused ch 1 pg 30

Under the Green Light

Tags: ongoing, thank you IG for rec’ing this, brunette supremacy, neurodivergent?, lmao @hag, this statue is everything I wonder if it’s based on a real piece?, we went from talking art to being pinned to the ground REAL quick, translations rough but not as rough as my mans here, draw me like one of your french girls vibe, sass master, these dicks are ridiculously huge which is saying something for this genre, i love a verse/switch, “first time he’s asked someone to stop so his self-esteem is hurt” HAHAHAHA, stealing bae’s shirt, facials galore, car sex/public sex, jin not into praise kink clearly, sort of slut shaming jealousy, marking

Walk on Water

Tags: completed, for being about porn it’s not that smutty (i take it back), “don’t even think about running away” got me like https://giphy.com/gifs/VABbCpX94WCfS, actual dicks (lightsabers later must be the cleaners not the OG), muscular bodies, blonde seme, brunette uke, k mcqueen is everything, honestly haven’t loved a couple this much since chanwoo x MD and I LOVE THEM, jealousy, orgasm denial, the angles/frames of the art in this are insane (11/10), emotional intimacy CUTENESS HASIHDLASKDHJLAKSJDH, i wanna lick lick lick you from your head to your toes, dirty talk A+, bestie you turned out to be Judas you judgy fuck how dare you touch my man, Ryan is 50 shades of fucked up bb needs therapy, Chang and yeowoons sexual tension is *chefs kiss*, I ship it/all my ships sailing, woof non con but expected tbh, YEAH BABY YEAH *Austin powers voice*, fml I don’t want this story to end, meeting the Hets ™ would make me nervous too, spiderman kith, mirror sex sjkadfhasldjkfh, 34+35, JOI but with a partner? Not D/s, promises are made to broken hehe, that feeling when you understand the title, omg the fan art is so cool!! 15/10 would re-read seriously I can’t explain how well the artist used angles/how she portrayed the scenes was fucking MASTERFUL

Woof Wolf

Tags: that's my best friend (saweetie), red heads, werewolf au, college setting, students, shoot a shot in your mouth while I'm riding, facials, marking

Sexual Awakening of an Ex Delinquent 

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, sexual coercion/non con/dub con, tiddies, bondage, nipple play, edging/orgasm denial, candy in ass wow, food kink, kink in general, rich seme working class uke, lightsabers,  big dick Jesus fuck, exhibitionism, public sex, men's lingerie, Blondie is a sweet baby angel, self hatred/homophobia, sexual narrating that has me like oof 😣 that's not how this works but okay, the sweet spots thing is a great line, man is a slave to the sweets, lmao at the meme at the end of ch 9 fucking facts, kidnapping plot, rapey guys all around this story, tattoo/back story reveal has me like *nods head yes*, my throats broken has me gagged, crazy amount of sfx noises that distract from the art (I really appreciate cleaners I realize), first times, rushed ending feels,  would rate 6/10 not terrible but probably won't read again.  

With Your Tail Yes

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, quickie/short story, on man brunette looks EXACTLY like a different character by another artist like for real duplicate, home boy pulled Elle Wood’s Bend n Snap and we are HERE FOR IT, lingerie/cross dressing, okay compilation of short stories, great artwork but wtf these are far too short (maybe uploaded wrong..?), *immediately makes deal with the devil because yum*, ah okay previews THEN stories, human animal hybrid situation, lightsabers, fucking imagine your crush delivery the sex toy you ordered online HAHA *dies*, buys toys because men ain’t shit is a VIBE, you know he’s always wearing matching sets because he’s 100% that bitch, dub con/non con, knotting (unexpected), exhibitionism, public sex, good ol’ fashion blackmail to get your lover to stay with you trope, sexual assault/attempted rape, victim blaming, shibari, leashes, D/brat dynamic sort of, copious amounts of cum, lube? What lube?, marathon sex, first time, 75 hours?? Immediately no meme, 7/10 mostly for art/concepts but not execution

Heat and Run

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, omegaverse, friends to enemies to lovers, multiple couples as main to sides then sides to mains, my heart dropped because I thought the first sex scene was incest but then realized I’m mixing up all the characters derp, dense gays, this is america (the shooting comment WOOF reality feels bad man), blondes have more fun, real dicks, dubcon/CNC dealers choice, mutual pining, idiots in love, big alpha energy BDE, there are moments I feel Hayoung on a spiritual level and not sure that’s a compliment hahaha, orgasm denial/edging, istg if he bonded without Hayoung permission *jenna marbles BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII YOU BETTAH NOT*, also I was hoping the idol was him but realizing it’s probs his sis, *deep sigh*, BDIRL, wow racism, oh no oh no no no no no meme audio, listen everyone needs to get into therapy to break that generational trauma is all I’m saying (not excusing abuse at all, trauma isn’t a free pass), NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY A GAME WITHOUT KNOWING THE RULES :ALKSDHJALKSDJA:SLKDJTRUE, matthew singing bo burnham: I’m problematic *background singers ‘he’s a problem!’*, i ship it yolo, JAEHO STAN (no means no!), mpreg, god damn it I am so worried about him getting roofie and the party scene hasn’t even started ABO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TOO ME, OH THANK JAEHO, dayummmm that clapback was real fuck him UP, me clapping: MARK HIM MARK HIM, GOD DAMN IT WITH THESE ONGOING FUCKING CLIFF HANGERS FML, marked via knotting? Okay that’s new, but also like normal marking I think, fucking til bottom pees trope

Heaven Officials Blessing

Animated series season 1 complete. Live action currently filming (same director as Untamed too UGH SO HAPPY)

Tags: ongoing, same author as my fav ever MDZS, just finished season 1 animated on netflix and can no longer avoid this because I LOVE THEM, all the memes on IG make sense now, Prince voice: Dearly Beloved (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXJhDltzYVQ) we are gathered here today to dive deeper into a fandom I will never escape, ART IS AMAZING (https://tenor.com/view/incredible-talented-lady-brilliant-gaga-gif-14857187), group chats are always chaotic tbh, wait a minute meme audio: bride = bottom? How tf did I not get that the first time round *sigh* always hoping for a verse couple, the asst. Boys I ship hard, the sass, fuck this is going to just be pure angst isn’t it *straps in, has fluffy manga queued*, even if no smut 11/10 gege porn, not subtle, god FUCK this ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD THE TALENT skjas;ldkfja;, 🥺, traumatic cliff moment *mdzs flashbacks*, HC smirk is my new favorite thing, no fucking but lots of touching, size difference, horror, gore, wuxia, great side characters, my ear feels tingly too lmao, SOMEONE BETTER GET THESE MF SNAKES ON THIS MF PLANE (cliff), umbrella moments got me uwu, gimme at least didi pleaseandthankyou, FUCK I LOVE THIS ARTIST she keeping us WELL fed with these extras DAYUM, wind/earth master ship please sail, CALL ME DADDY IM DEAD, HC has LWJ energy like you are not qualified to talk to me LOL, WAIT this totally counts as there was only one bed trope, also I’m already excited about omegaverse ff (send me recs please please please)

4 week lovers

Tags: ongoing because apparently I want to torture myself, mutual pining/”unrequited love”, college life, friends to lovers, blackmail ur crush into sex trope, public sex, I was going to tag possessive body language but possessive in a general sense apparently (starting strong yessss), sure jan @unrequited love dialogue, THEY WERE ROOMMATES *cackles*, sus haha, rough translation, pure comedy, shirt thing!, casual abuse :( (back story, traumatic childhood), I’m getting TharnType vibes (but not quite…), that note is precious, cry during/after sex, great angles, dialogue A+ 

Burlesque Night

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, stripper/body guard, coworkers, lust at first sight, magic mike vibes, fridays = getting fucked on stage O-O, well that was traumatizing af, took a bullet, real dicks, LDR, CUTE, I’m not in love with you… sure jan, OH WOW MASTER dlksaj;alsdkja;lsdkja;sld, gay awakening/first time, the art detail is *chefs kiss*, disappointed but not surprised :( :( :(, we stan a yes and lover, shirt thing, still not sure wtf the vertical anus thing is but full circle moment haha, you know what fuck it I’d re-read this 9/10

My one and only cat

Tags: ongoing, cat hybrids, god damn it I’m totally in furrydom ffs, ah well here we go, idol hot = loneliness wahhh /s, so hot he literally transforms other beings, omg a cat cafe CUTE, fuck that cat is cute *so fluffy*, stalker status, comedy, real dicks, I think the uncle would be supportive/jealous even I hope they talk about it I’m dying to know his thoughts, big tiddies, if this ain’t the cutest shit FLUFF/SMUT, copious amounts of cum, ate it with the panties on, CAKE, xmas, his milkshakes bring all the boy(cats) to the yard, trifling bitch

Imitation Mate

Tags: completed, omegaverse, alpha x alpha. Class rivals YAS, childhood frans, enemies to lovers omg this is all the shit I want, manipulation 1000 but yolo I ship it

Mr. 100% Perfect

Tags: ongoing, so relatable, OCD?, hoarder, when I read the title I thought mental illness and I was right, masks ugh RELATABLE, getting back together w ex, woof sibling drama/manipulation, suicide attempt, omg their communication regarding the psycho is REFRESHING, OMG JEJU ISLAND I see it in every fucking kdrama ever but this is the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in a manga *hm* interesting, furry furry everywhere, eye contact, finished reading season 1 pause for an omergaverse cause, okay I’m back and season 2 starting STRONG #1 men are gross #2 mans just went right to a blowie while mf was trying to pee lmao i can NOT the germs barf, fuckboi extraordinaire stressing over a textback is *great*, that istg face is perfect, HYUNGGGG, hand on his heart OW MY HEART, vibe check LOL, here for this plot dev, END OF SEASON2 NOOOOOOOimnotready. Head bonks CUTE

The origin of species

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, sex tape, blackmail, i already don’t like this teacher, size difference, ‘JUST DIE’ hahahahahaha, I’m in love with noona, wait Ahjussi means uncle/mister? Dangerous convenience store has a new meaning to me now, DECEASED @they won’t, copious amounts of cum, alcohol to have intimacy *sighs in early 20s*, also WTF THEY ARE FUCKING AND THERE’S NO PHERMONE STUFF! What’s the point of being ABO without smell *swaggy p meme???*, wait okay ch 11 it begins, stockholm syndrome but since childhood I’m fairly certain *looking at you teacher I don’t trust these mfs*, dubcon obviously, also the can’t be knotted thing has me *cardi b meme that’s weird that’s sus* obvs poor bb about to get preg af, five word horror story: I won’t hurt you again *why tf you lyinggggg why u always lyinggg meme*, white collar crime, what’s the point of a contract when there’s no actual choice

How to Chase an Alpha

Tags: ongoing, lowkey been avoiding this one not because I think it’ll be bad I just..idk the brain is a weird thing, page 2 and I love mains attitude fucking gagged sass me bb, starting with rough translation but it be that way sometimes, GROUNDS HIMSELF BY TOUCHING HIS BLACK CARD I CANTTT, pheromone city fuck it UP, MC is a MOOD, mutual pining, when u and bae both hire PI’s to get info on each other, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, shirt thing, fucking chuffed about the rival fucking bring it, funny art, cheated on ugh mah heart I saw it coming and it still hurt, pure comedy this airport scene is so funny to me wtf, LDR, good ol murica fuckboi, LOVE HIM RIDE FOR UR MAN/MORALS, liams a little rapey rapist hm? No one’s ever said no… well being flooded with pheromones isn’t consent my dude, istg liam = I love it when they struggle, obvs jealousy/possessive tag but such is ABO, cat suit, BUNNY suit, sexy costumes, god damn it I love them that proposal/mpreg so cute, imprinting AW, ugh baes fam is so cute I needed that bc I wanna strangle wooyoungs dad, THE SECETARY is my fucking fav never stops being A+, SEC+LIAM?? Here for it *i ship it*, FUCK SO CUTE 12/10 re-read, fluff n smut, excited for how to chase an omegaside story hyung needs love!, JINI is mood, sales king I’m dying, that collar is ~hot~ btw

Egoism

Tags: completed (because jesus I can’t with ongoing, theheartbreakTM), UPDATE FML THE HEART BREAK IS REAL also no smut, omegaverse, hey stepbro, starts with rape, possessive/jealousy (isn’t all ABO?), age difference (6years, alpha is younger *can I get hyung plz lord*), HYUNG, woof this dad SUCKS, child abuse, rape culture *sigh*, I wanna get jacked like rick and summer and beat tf out of the dad, me n my cat, TELL EM HONEY I love this MC, traitor indeed, beta x omega btw, fated pair, coercive sex, didi going to be his own demise, BREAKUP/TIME SKIP NO this is BL hell, the rona is mentioned in this, ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR YOUR STORY WAHHHHHHHHHH also YES MY SHIP IS GOING TO SAIL I CAN FEEL IT, okay honestly frustrating a bit but also liked it yah 7-8/10, won’t re-read unless I’m looking for hurt though cause the comfort is BRIEF

Yarichin bitch bu

Tags: ongoing, reading because I watched this anime after seeing it mentioned in the comment section of -im-being-harassed-by-the-sexiest-man-of-the-year, anime was 2 eps a fucking wild the way this is uploaded SUCKS, no reality porn what plot rape-y ridiculous and now I need to read the source apparently haha, I need to know much more about yuri and blue hair guy ASAP (they have the spin off*adds to list*), high school setting, smut, studentsxstudents/teachers, photography club my ass, sex toys, kinky, crossdressing, gay awakening, unrequited love, jealousy, fake relationship, two faced people, OCD, COMEDY, rich people problems, hoarder, inferiority complex, one bed, toono is a dumbass in this love triangle or denial might be a better word, they are cousins my dude stop shipping it (I say to both toono and myself LOL), I wanna see Yuri’s face laksdjf;aldskf, vibrator #18 line is fucking iconic, yaguchi is about to get real interesting (BPD?), lies/manipulation, oh toono you sweet summer child, YURI i can’t wit chu, wait did he just punch the student because he won’t kiss him or???, dubcon/noncon obvs, finally my verse couple but they’re not a couple (yuri/tamu), they all care about each other is a weird way awwww, love confessions to pet vibrator scene are ICONIC MY DUDES I CAN NOTTT, lowkey living for Yuri’s drooling at this point, Jimi gives me such bad second hand embarrassment, Yuri the switch verse bb I’ve been looking for need more!, internalized homophobia, blackmail, MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR YAS KING, the heartbreak of ongoing/hasn’t been updated in years

Yarichin bitch bu dj wa

Tags: not completed I think, years old though, see above you know what it is, so cute omg, FIRST KISS AW, degradation kink?, MY VERSE COUPLE I’ve finally found you, biting, choking, rough sex, sex toys, they had fun together for another two hours DECEASED

Fucked by my Best Friend

Tags: ongoing, friends to lovers, body swap, Porn what plot, cannon threesomes in past maybe??(MFF for sure but MMF??), beach life, revenge, he became a HOT woman so honestly get over it, sloppy seconds, first off you’re both sluts second lmao this is going to be wild hm?, fellas is it gay if you kiss the homies, classic did you cum guy jfc, that’s how you get preg dumbass, ah the joys of being a woman /s assault in der clrub, *DEEP SIGH* @ you almost being raped turns me on, YES TURNING BACK DYING, gender has nothing to do with this LOL but true. Also yes cannon threesomes/orgies, googles frotting, mans like narrating playtime, intecurial sex public sex, lingerie, this is the closest thing to straight manga I’ve read hahaha, THE SCIENCE OMG FUCKING RIDIC :you need a mass amount of semen within you SURE JAN, possessive. Objectification, she trying to fuck without Shion LMAO, 34+35, do you think he’s on r/nofap, dry orgasm honestly impressed with mans rn ngl, spit as lube, anal fingering, just helping the homies find their prostate, bottom shaming (disappointed but not surprised), bis/gays in denial smh, question if he has a wet dream will he turn into a woman?, shirt thing, lol at female orgasm =anal in switcharoos mind, paging doc perv, shion is enjoying dressing up hm? Same dude, biggest reality gap is believing shion got admitted to a college HAHA, bad anatomy all over the place dude, rui is a dedicated exhibitionist, HE SO TIGHT BECAUSE THERES NO LUBE team no lube over here apparently not even a courtesy spit, yandere territory sort of?, Mayu with the dick wet comment is *chefs kiss*, THE HEARTBREAK OF ONGOING WAHHH I can’t believe I read all this but I can? 8/10 problematic possessive porn

[keilemlucent]

So I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if you could do some aftercare with Hawks? Like after a really intense scene and the reader is out of it for awhile so Hawks just patiently helps them come back into reality?

ugh anon, you got me on this one. i truly love a good aftercare fic, and i really love reading fics with bdsm elements!! i combined a bit into here <3 there may be some inaccuracies, but nonetheless, enjoy this little number!! 

word count: ~2.4k

warnings: bdsm scene, a bit of degradation, praise kink, aftercare, fluff, fluff, avian keigo (think ‘best nest’-verse)

scene & stop:

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Keigo had set a brutal pace long ago, as he usually did. Twisting, pulling and pushing you faster than you could fathom or keep track of. You’d stopped trying to make sense of it all when Keigo had hauled you up by your feather-bound wrist, arching your back into a painful curve and stuffing you full of his cock to the point where it was almost difficult to breathe.

You loved every moment of it. 

“Oh baby,” Each rhythmic slap of skin seared across your gooey mind. Keigo’s voice, sweet despite the force of his actions, washed over. “Look at you, always such a good cock sleeve for me when I ask, huh?”

You could only make yourself whine, any answer feeble and small in the back of your throat. Most of your conscious effort was going into bracing your thighs, keeping yourself upright and poised against Keigo’s grip and the feather nearly vibrating on your sore clit. 

His wings beat the air with each thrust, filth slipping from his lips, long-since saturating your psyche. It was nasty, undeniably, all of the words dripping over you in time with Keigo’s harsh breath and bites over your shoulders. 

“Come on, dove, use those pretty lips to tell me how good my cock feels,” Keigo growled against the shell of your ear. “I know they’re more useful when my cock is down your throat, but I guess I’ll settle.”

You swallowed, shuddering a particularly harsh thrust that hit your deepest insides, “I-It feels really good, sir, v-very good.”

“Oh, ‘sir’? How polite.” A laugh colored his tone, mocking and high. You whimpered, lost in the speed of sensations, almost drowning in it if not for Keigo’s constant touch and words. “You really are just a fucked-out, fuck toy, huh?”

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck with just enough pressure to make you go nicely hazier. You were quickly shoved into the bed, back still arched, hands still bound, but this time with your face smushed against the sheets, whimpers and mewls muffled by the silks and satin. All the aches and pretty cruelties went right to your cunt, spent and dripping.

Keigo’s pace turned harsher, faster even still. You drank all of it in, feeling your whines break into cries and sobs as the sheets below you soaked with tears and spittle.

“Awwww, is my needy birdie crying?” Keigo sneered above you, a sharp slap coming down on the flesh of your ass. It stung, burned through you like a divine iron. “That’s cute. Too bad.”

He had warned you he was in a particularly nasty mood-- not that you minded too much. The pain and aches mixed with the hot pleasure over your body, stripping you down to just raw nerves.

You both loved it.

Keigo had to be getting close, the feather circling and lapping at your clit getting more erratic and shaky with the pace of Keigo’s hips. You vaguely recognized it through the fog, a new stream of tears dripping down your cheeks. The bruising of Keigo’s cockhead against your cervix was almost too much, but you held out.

It all ended abruptly.

Keigo dragged your weeping face from the duvet, almost contorting your body with the amount of pressure and strength he was exerting. With a few pointed thrusts, you shuddered and screamed through your last orgasm, a slow rolling thing after so many other ecstasies preceded it. Keigo came moments later, the shuddering of your gooey cunt around his girth undoubtedly pushing him over the edge.

While he’d been keeping your cumming and cumming and cumming for what had to have been hours, he’d been edging himself, saving his load for when you were completely rung out.

Oh, and you were.

You felt his absence more than you felt him inside you. As he pulled out of you, cooling cum dripped along your inner thighs.

And moments later, you were boneless.

You slipped down against the sheets, feathers and hands removed. You were spinning, high, light and floating. It felt a bit too high, consider you couldn’t feel or hear Keigo.

A new wave of sputtering cries got muffled into the sheets.

“Hey, hey, dove, I’m right here,” Keigo’s voice was so soft compared to the grating cruelty from just moments before. Arm loop around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck from behind. “I’ve got you, let me hold you.”

You slowly turned, just enough to bury your face in his chest, and nestle into him the best you could. Keigo linked your sticky legs together, pressing a few kisses to your hairline.

“Gimme some taps, dove,” Keigo urged, nosing into your hair and pulling a thin sheet over the two of you.

Your fingers twitched against his clammy back. 

One tap. Two tap. Three tap. Four taps.

Keigo hummed, “Got you, dove. Thank you for showing me. I’m so proud of you.”

The praise crashed over your melted mind like weighted, lavender-smelling blanket, something grounding and soft to safely hold onto.  

Keigo tended to get particularly tender during aftercare, no matter the scene. It soothed both of your mental aches.

“You did so good, dove,” He purred against your ear, all warm and solid like you needed. You squeezed him, a silent ‘thank you, you too’. 

Keigo blanketed you in sweet everythings, little kisses and the most gentle touches he could muster. You kept your face tucked into his chest, the aftershocks of it all making you shiver against him. It felt safest to keep your face hidden from view. 

Though, with each passing moment, you felt yourself floating less and less. 

Keigo, surprisingly, was patient, particularly in moments like these, with you, that required the mutual bearing-of-souls. 

You slowly peered him up him, hardly pulling away much. Despite how clammy and sticky you felt, being near Keigo meant you were safe and okay. 

“There’s my dove,” Keigo beamed down at you, giving you the sweetest, warmest type of smile. He peppered kisses across your face, kissing away the few stray tears that remained. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Especially when you’re all marked-up and sweet for me.”

You rolled your eyes, not ready for any sort of words yet, but you have just enough spunk to nose at his jaw, nipping near his stubble. He’s quick to rub his hands up and down your sides, trading your little teasing for a whole heap of kisses and squeezes.

“I love you, dove, god, you did so well,” Keigo crooned, nearly crushing you against him. “Can I help you out a bit, clean you up a little? We can take a bath after, use one of those bath bombs we got?”

You nodded, tucking into his neck again to speak, voice hoarse and dry, “Please.”

He squeezed you, giving a happy nod. 

Keigo’s feathers fluttered off, a tap running in the nearby bathroom. There was a water bottle, chilled, pressed into your hand, already opened.

You tipped it back, drinking down whatever your dehydrated body would take. Keigo’s hand stayed over your own, keeping the bottle to your lips and then pulling it away, “Little sips, love. Don’t want to hurt your tummy.”

True, your guts were more than rearranged, your insides definitely feeling a bit out of wack. You were sure they’d settle, especially after some more water, time, and a nice bath. Keigo would always treat you to your favorite delivery takeout when you were done with scenes. The thought set you smiling, nuzzling into the side of his neck to show what you felt, even if you couldn’t say it quite yet. 

The water was taken away, placed on a bedside table. Keigo kissed the tip of your nose, “Just give me some taps if you want more.”

You nodded, leaning back into the comfort of his embrace.

Keigo took a soft looking towel from a returning feather, repositioning you to lay as he wanted. It was a bit too exposed, but you kept a solid hold on his shoulders. 

Gently, he wiped away the cum and slick that stickied your thighs. He cooed some praises as he idly talked through the scene as well, his own form of aftercare. You listened the best you could, humming and pressing harder against him to show you’d heard him. 

He knew you well enough to know that that was your best way to show love in such a state.

After cleaning you, Keigo paused, tossing the dirty towel into a hamper, “Would you like to take that bath still?”

You nodded, sitting up, though Keigo was quick to assist your, wings fluttering and settling, tucked into his back. It was clear why he did as you winced, muscles across you body burning hot with new, bright aches.

“Aw, dove, I’ll carry you, ” Keigo cooed in the back of his throat. Quickly sliding and scooping you into his arms. “Don’t strain yourself.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, tucking you against his chest and carrying you to the bathroom.

Setting you down, you lingered around his neck. Lacking that grounding physical was always scary after a scene, especially one that was so long and intense. 

Keigo, ever-observant, caught your hand to squeeze it, “Do you want a feather to hold onto while I set things up, love?”

You nodded, a feather quickly coming to rest on your bare lap. Your own nakedness, the awareness of it, surprised you. 

You looked to Keigo with glassy eyes. He flashed you a sympathetic look, squeezing your shoulders, “Just gotta grab the bath stuff, then you’ll be getting all the cuddling in the world, angel.”

You trust him.

He was as fast as possible, darting into a bathroom drawer, dubbed the ‘aftercare drawer, for a few supplies. As promised, a few colorful, fragrant bath bombs, a bottle of luxury bubblebath (somehow, you had no idea, fused with Keigo’s calming avian pheromones), a bar of warm-smelling, skin-softening soap, along with a few different bottles of massage oil (and, of course, Keigo’s bottle of wing oil if he was in that particularly mushy mood).

Carefully, he brought an armful of supplies back, feathers carrying the rest to the thick rim of the massive soaker tub. It was opulent, pretty marble that might as well have been the size of hot tub. It was made specifically to accommodate Keigo’s wings, long before you were in the picture. Still, the two of you fit well in it, snug together in your precious moments.

You chose one of the bath bombs from the stack, one that you spit rainbows across the bathwater as you unceremoniously plunked it into the tub.

Keigo snorted from the bathtubs edge, checking the temperature with his hand, “Nice toss.”

“Thank you,” Your voice was quiet again, but not as meek. You squeezed Keigo’s feather in between your hands. 

Keigo could, of course, do most of what he needed to with his feathers. But, with you, especially in these softer, slower moments, he wanted to do them on his own, with his own hands.

It was a sweet gesture, all for you.

Keigo dumped in a few healthy gulgs of a bubble bath, foam rising on the top of the water. You watched, mesmerized by the colors and textures. 

So mesmerized, you hardly noticed Keigo leave the room and return, kneeling down in front of you and offering the water-bottle once more.

You stared at for a moment, slowly taking it from his hand, softly speaking once more, “Little sips.”

“Perfect, dove, perfect,” Keigo shined you the sweetest smile as you took a few little sips, the feather from your lap darting to turn off the bathtub’s faucet. His wings were settled against back, desperately need a bit of preening, but still happily twitching and vibrating with Keigo in his own relaxed state.

You set the bottle down, Keigo kneeling in front of you to scan you down, “I don’t see any places where I broke skin, but once we get in, tell me if anything stings, okay?’

You nodded complacently. Keigo, ever-dutiful, cupped your cheeks and gave you a quick smattering of kisses before helping you into the frothy bathwater.

The water was hot, maybe a little too hot, but you didn’t mind. The heat rolled against your aching muscles, soothing you. 

Keigo slipped in the tub behind you, wings extended out and up to avoid the suds. It was the usual routine, Keigo immediately pulling you to his chest, toned thighs framing your own while his arms made their home around your mid section.

You leaned into him, all of you, mind, body and spirit. Cheek against the dew of his chest, you let your eyes go half-lidded, slowly but surely allowing the heat of Keigo’s touch and the comfort of the water around you bring you back to lucidity.

Sometime later, you weren’t sure how long, you finally spoke.

“Love you, Keigo, thank you,” Your voice was still scratchy, overused with tears. It was a bit endearing, apparently, based on the way Keigo chuckled and squeezed your waist.

“Anytime, dove,” Keigo hummed against your ear. He rocked you two slightly, little ripples hitting the sides of the tub. “Do you want a massage after this? I can imagine you’re a little bit sore, huh?”

“‘A little bit’?” You craned your neck to frown at him. “I dunno, Kei’, I think I can confidently say you’ve made good on your promise that I ‘won’t be walking straight for a month’?”

Of course, Keigo had his rougher moods that left you more than sexually wrecked, sore in new, deep places, but he had plenty of softer ones as well. He was adaptable and fickle, and you were happy to ride the waves of his preferences as he harmonized with your own. Sure, that meant that sometimes, you were wordless for an hour or so, needy and burning, but god, you fucking loved it.

Keigo squeezed you, burying his face into your neck, and whispering a few small words, “You okay?

You just had to reassure Keigo, as quietly insecure as he was.

“More than, it was really, really good,” You sighed against him, littering his stubbly jawline with kisses. “You just gotta carry me around a bit. A massage might be in order. I can preen your wings, if you’d like?”

The extended feathers shuddered in a wave as Keigo nodded, any of his own subtle shyness fading as he returned your affections.

You fell into each other, far differently from your recent hours of hot pleasure and pain, satisfied and safe in each others arms. Keigo cooed and hummed a simple melody as you let your pains begin to fade, lulled, safe, and sated.

[valewright67]

Ok, so for the holidays, I'm visiting my grandparents a state over, and they have goats. (Guys they were so cute and playful and fluffy, I loved them so much--) and long story short I got an idea.

First of all, Meliodas grows out his hair to "throw people off his tail" but in reality, the guy missed longer hair, and he was too lazy to chop it. (You cannot convince me that half the reason his hair is so messy isnt because he does it himself.) This particular part is entirely self indulgent because Ponytail Meliodas got me screaming.

So first of all, ESCANOR was the one who found Hawk and decided to create a bar as a cover for himself. He called it "My Sweet Gluttony" of course.

Meliodas on the other hand, he woke up (powers intact, but sealing them within himself for subtlety) in the middle of a herd of wild goats. He blinks, looks around at them and shrugs. He can make this work, it wouldn't even be his first time being a goatherd.

As a magical creature himself, rather than a human (who is the clan most disconnected from nature and magic) He tamed the goats pretty quickly. Well, sort of. They listened to him, but it was more of a mutual respect and understanding than anything else.

He gave into sentimentality as he named them. The one who'd woken him up by chewing on his hair was, quite amusedly, stained pink from getting messy with some wild berries. He named this one Little Goat, and he had a dappled beige and creme coat. Original, he knows, but Gowther was his brother, in a way. Upon seeing the tan Goat that tried his best to wrangle the young ones, he dubbed that one Goat Dad.

All the goats, eight in total:

Sunny was a light Grey goat that had a sense of PRIDE as he not quite strutted around, and he flirted with a white goat he named Lisa. The Grey one reminded him of Mael, just a little.

There was another, slightly darker, Grey goat he dubbed Rossa, after the eldest of his younger brother. Mostly because he and Sunny, for whatever reason, fought each other constantly, usually over a very done with it Lisa.

Then there was Dris and Lucy, both of which were black, but Lucy had white markings. They also disliked eachother, but usually just avoided each other instead of fighting. They were attached to Rossa and Sunny accordingly. He thought it was funny how they divided themselves into little cliches.

Little Goat was trying to court a light brown goat he named Nadia. He seemed to like her calm, affectionate demeanor, and she liked his dorkish antics.

Glox was the most laid back of them all, with a dappled fur pattern of varying shades of brown. He was pretty content to hang out with an almost as laid back dark brown goat he named Daryl.

He was rather fond of his little herd. Poor Nadia and Lisa, the only girls. Oftentimes, they'd come hide with him and Goat Dad while the boys rough housed and galloped across whatever field they occupied.

He had set up camp for the night, a little fire set up in a spot he'd cleared, and his sleeping mat rolled out next to it. He'd been trying to cook some rabbit he'd caught when someone approached. He looked up quizzically then blinked when he recognized the signature inside the rusted, creaking suit of armor.

"Um... Hi?"

The figure creaked forward and he stumbled to catch it, before it landed in the fire. He settled her, he knew it was her already, against a tree and took off her helmet.

Yep. That was Elizabeth, without a doubt. He put a hand on her forehead and was a little concerned to feel that she had a fever. It wasn't a bad one, but there nonetheless. He opened up her armor and took her out, placing her on his bed roll gently and drawing the single wool blanket he had over her.

"Goat Dad, watch her please." He instructed as the beige goat settled beside her. Then he bounded off into the woods.

She woke up the next morning, wincing at the aches over her body, and the pounding behind her head, and was a little startled to find herself face to face with a beige goat, who bleeted at her and returned to grazing.

Then she registered there was a man sitting by the fire in front of her, a little grinding noise coming from something he was handling. Long, golden hair, tied back in a ponytail, was adorned with little strings of beads, some small braids thrown in. He was wearing brown pants, flexible, but not baggy, and a green tank top. There was also a green band on his left arm, over his bicep. (It was to hide his mark, but the whole outfit, top especially, reminded him a bit of what he wore in his Stigma days.) He glanced behind him and did a double take, then smiled at her.

"Hey, you're awake! I'm almost done with this." He twisted around to revel he'd been grinding some sort of plant(s) using a mortar and pestel. He pressed the pulp against the side and pressed down on it hard, most of the liquid dripping down. He took the pulp and put it in a small cup he pulled from his bag, then pulled a tiny kettle off of the embers by the fire, pouring the steaming water in. Finally, he handed the cup to her. "Drink slow, it's hot. It may taste foul, but it'll ease your fever and that soreness I'm sure you've got."

She took it, still stunned as she sat up slowly. True to his word, it smelled bitter and tasted worse, but she powered through. Already, she could feel her headache clearing.

"Thank you..." She whispered. "I- where am I? Who are you?"

"You can call me Mel, I'm a goatherd. A nomad, if you will. Just me and these eight idiots I call my herd. You collapsed in my camp last night. Your armors over there, by the w- Daryl, no, stop, don't eat that!!" He scrambled over to pull a dark brown goat away from her armor, and she giggled quietly.

"Thank you for helping me. Would you mind directing me in the direction of the nearest town? I'll be out of your hair right away!"

"Mm... sure, but a couple of conditions. First, you wait for that fever of yours to be gone, ok? Let me get you back on your feet. So recovered from your sickness, and some fresh water and food into you. I can't guarantee it'll be good food, warning you now. But it'll be food nonetheless."

"Are you sure, I've already intruded enough-"

"I insist, really."

"...Alright. What else?"

"Would you mind answering a few questions for me? Like... your name? What you're doing all the way out here? This is pretty thoroughly the middle of nowhere."

"M-My name is Elizabeth! I-... I got lost..." Her voice got down to a whisper, and Meliodas snorted. "I see."

They got to talking and it didn't take him long to get it out of her that she was looking for the Seven Deadly Sins.

"But I've been searching for WEEKS, and I've gotten nowhere, I haven't even found ONE of them!"

"Well, that's not true."

She blinked at him slowly, and the small, not quite fond smile he had on his lips widened to a little grin, a bit of mischief coming with it. His chin was in his hand as he leaned forwards, legs crossed. "You HAVE found one of them."

"...I beg your pardon?"

He laughed quietly. "You found me. Mel is a nickname, TECHNICALLY, it's Meliodas."

She gaped at him as he pulled down his armband a little, sitting up as he revealed the dragon mark. She went a little pale, and put a hand on her forehead. "Good lord..." She whispered. He pulled his armband back up with a smirk. "Indeed. Now. Would you tell me more about this plot to overthrow the kingdom?"

[letters-from-eros]

I'm glad you're back from your hiatus 😊 can I request an imagine where the female reader is secretly dating Bakugou, and one day while changing, the girls see a hickey on the reader's neck. At the same time, the guys see Bakugou's back covered in scratches. The class puts the pieces together and sets up a plan to catch them in the act. Sorry if it's too detailed or long though 🥺 your blog is awesome!

A/N: I'm glad to be back, babes! This is a really cool request and there's no such thing as an overly detailed request. I hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Form: One-Shot.

Warnings: Implied sex, harsh language (because its Bakugo we're dealing with here)

Left a Mark.

Katsuki is nothing short of a horny teenager when it came down to it. That was something you had to realize and understand. It was far from the first time he had left his mark on you, and it was safe to say it wouldn't be his last.

He was overall neutral to the idea of your relationship being secret, he was more happy to have you by his side then anything. People knowing that fact was an afterthought. But... The circumstances would become long forgotten when things would get hot and heavy between you two.

It was far from the first time you had to scold him for leaving a hickey on you, and it was safe to say it wouldn't be your last.

"Y/N!" Uraraka called out, her usual innocent tone unwavering.

"Hm?" You quickly looked at the girl who shouted your name, a small smile playing on your face. Everytime you look at her you get a reminder of Katsuki's crude nickname for her, 'Round-Face.' Crude, but certainly fitting.

"You have a hickey!" The smile quickly dropped and your cheeks warmed up like the sun was shining directly at them. It was hard to ignore the sudden feeling of so many eyes on you...

"Don't worry about it," You quickly dismissed, your eyes glued to the inside of your locker as you slipped on the rest of your gym uniform.

"I bet it was Shouto! I see the way you always look at him!" Mina teased and suddenly, the entire locker room erupted with your classmate's own assumptions on who had left the hickey on you....

"Yeah!! Get some, Baku-Bro!" Kirishima yelled out, in the locker room adjacent to the girls'. His voice echoed off the walls, only adding to the annoyance Katsuki got from him.

"Don't call me that, shitty hair!" Bakugo was quick to insult and refuse the "endearing" nickname his friend had to give before actually picking up on what he had to say.

The sudden and hard slap on his back was enough to get his attention and the overall ache it left was enough to get him to remember just what is on his back.

"Damn! The woman has a pair of claws on her! Who the lady?" Denki questioned with a borderline proud look on his face. He must be oblivious that he's truly rolling the dice with his life treating Bakugo this way.

"None of your damn business!!" Bakugo yelled, the majority of the males in the room were quick to mind their own business, but one more comment escaped someone's lips..

"Uraraka's nails have been getting kind of long, lately.."

Of course, the one and only Minoru Mineta would be stupid enough enough to make another comment while Bakugo was teeming with pure anger.

The girls and boys of 1A had exited the locker rooms practically at the same time, all choosing to selectively ignore the burning smell wafting off of Mineta and a small explosion sized hole in his uniform. They all stood in a scrambled bunch, all chatting amongst themselves. Honestly, it was no surprise that their teacher would be late to the class...

You stood beside Katsuki because its what felt natural. What neither of you knew is that you both were too embarrassed to even look at each other in the moment. Even after all the merciless teasing had ceased, the feeling of overall humility was yet so subside.

A thick wave of awkwardness surrounds you both, seemingly muting the gossiping whispers that actually centered around yourself and your hotheaded boyfriend..

"You guys won't believe it!" Mina excitedly whisper-yelled to the tightknit group of friends whom dubbed themselves the baku-squad. "Y/n had a hickey on her shoulder!"

"No way! Bakugo had scratch marks on his back right now," Denki responded, just as eager as Mina.

There was about three whole minutes of talking about who could've been the one who left the scratches and hickeys amongst the single-braincelled group of friends before the one voice of reason amongst the group spoke up.

"Guys, they left the marks of each other.." Sero finally explained, a disappointed tone hung from his words, he was truly waiting for when they would figure it out themselves but... Alas, it seemed as if he was the only one with a single problem solving cell is his body.

"Ohhhhhhh...." The three finally connected the dots before shifting their gaze to the pair standing next to each other. Did they always stand that close together, was a mutual thought between the group (and the answer was yes)

"Well are you sure its them? I had ending up betting on the hickey being from Shouto.." Mina mumbled, slightly upset. She wasn't against the idea of her two friends dating, more the fact that she lost a bet and had to treat a lot of people to food if Sero was right.

"Pretty sure," Sero exaggerated his words to create a sarcastic tone, but that only sounded like uncertainty to his friends.

"Well I actually bet on it being Y/n," Kirishima announced proudly. Through his slight bouts idiocracy at times, he knew his best friend well. "How are we gonna prove that its them, though?"

The question lead everyone to a similar solution.... Catch them in the act, of course. This group of kids were far from stealthy, but they were determined to make things work.

"Do you want to ditch these losers and head to my room?" Bakugo whispered into your ear, the warm breath paired with his low tone never failing to sense a shiver down your spine.

"Don't call our friends losers!" You whisper yelled, glancing at your closest friends who dotted across the dorm's kitchen. They were arguing over what food to eat when they studied, unknowing to the fact that yourself and Bakugo had already went over this subject together as a form of a date.

He rolled his eyes and straightened his posture from leaning down to your ear taking a half step away from you, assuming the reprimanding words overall meant a no.

"Hot chips are overrated!!" Denki yelled and you're first instinct was to glance towards your boyfriend, who was... Passionate about his hot food, to say the least.

"Fuck this!! You guys can fucking study on your own!" Katsuki already didn't want to be there, then Kaminari went and said some dumb shit.

But that wasn't the only fuel to his anger and when you get to know the hot headed boy, you can tell if what he says he's angry about is what he's angry about. Having been his partner for as long as you have, you could tell he wasn't storming away solely because Kami said he didn't like hot chips.

He was frustrated, so, so frustrated and sick of this "secret relationship."

He was thinking about his locker accident, way more than one would think he should be doing. Why couldn't he just answer the barrage of questions with a proud smirk? Were you not proud of him? Ashamed, even? Insecurity hit him like a fucking truck, and he couldn't even ask for a quick hug and words of comfort because.. Other people were around? It sounded stupid when really thought out, and he wish he did when you first asked for the relationship under wraps.

He took a sharp turn around and walked away, ignoring the pleas from the group of people who were far from academics, but you on the other hand were more concerned about Bakugo himself.

"Don't worry guys, I got him," You had mumbled to your friends before quickly scurrying away to follow him.

The plan was going good so far, since you two did separate from the group, not exactly on such negative pretenses but.. That was the goal.

"Bakugo!" You called to get no response, just him continuing forward in the direction of his dorm room.

"Bakugo, slow down!" Did he... Did he just start walking faster?

"Katsuki!" You yelled once you got to the hall his dorm was on, he finally stopped. "Tell me what's wrong."

He quickly turned to you, an unreadable emotion plastered on his face, the only thing that could be deciphered is that it certainly wasn't happy.

"Do you a-fucking-shamed of me or something?!" He yelled, his voice cracking along with your heart. It didn't take much thought to figure out he was upset about the current state of the relationship. Even though you thought you had gotten used to with his sudden yelling, you couldn't stop yourself from flinching away from the sudden harsh-sounding words.

"Katsu, of course I'm not. I'm so sorry for making you believe otherwise," You began what you meant to be a comforting speech but the blonde didn't let you continue.

"Then why the hell can't anyone know we're together, huh?! Why-" His angry yelling came to a halt when you put both hands on either side of his face. The feeling of your soft touch almoat instantly calmed him down.

"Look at me," You demanded, his red hues bore into yours, they were progressively getting softer by the second. "The only reason I asked for our relationship to be in secret is because I wanted to keep our love between us. You're my boyfriend no matter how many people know. I'll never be ashamed of you, I love you, K-"

A rushed, greedy kiss came from the slamming of Bakugo's lips onto yours, because in the end he is just a horny teenager who has a bad problem of not letting you finish your sentences.

"I told you!! I know my bro the best!" The kiss was quickly separated by both parties as Kirishima's voice pipes up, his volume never failing to surprise.

"Wh-What are you guys here for?!" Your stomach twisted with embarrassment, having been caught in the act of kissing Bakugo by your entire group of friends that stood at the end of the hallway.

"They saw the hickey and scratch marks you two left on each other and wanted to see if you both really were the ones who placed their mark on each other.." Sero mumbled out an explanation that you could barely pick up over Mina and Denki's own conversation about how much they loss betting that another person was "with" their friend.

"Well now they know.." After listening to the entertaining complains from Denki and Mina you spoke at a soft level only the boy beside you could hear, a fond smile placed gently upon your face. You don't think that letting other people in on the relation ship would be the worst thing.

"Maybe I should leave more hickeys on you, then.." A sly tone slipping out a mischievous smile.

"Katsuki!!"

[pacifymebby]

Not an ask but I love how you and B are the perfect companions/partners/lovers. The way you talk about him is so romanic. Tell us your secret to love haha?

Aw bestie this is cute <3

I mean we're not the perfect couple, we do argue sometimes and its not always easy but i guess we do have a very calm and lovely little relationship.

I think a lot of it works just because we're well matched? Im a very anxious, over-thinker who struggles to stand up for herself. Im one of those vague wishy washy creatives that gets dubbed "too empathetic" and B is a very sturdy and earthy kind of boy, hes a logical thinker and although he has empathy he doesnt let people take the piss/knows how to stand up for himself. Like our differences make us fit together like a little jigsaw.

Hes also just really really kind and warm and like, just a really lovely boy. Wouldnt hurt a fly (litterally will not hurt any living creature, when he gets rid of spiders for me he picks them up so carefully and has whole conversations with them whilst hes taking them outside. He'll even pick a perfect spot to put them down as well) he a very pure man i guess haha.

I phoned him the other day when i was feeling super anxious and the minute i heard his voice i just immediately calmed down it was like a wave washing over me. And when i told him he couldnt even understand why he was just like "oh... Thats good im glad.." now every time he answers the phone he asks me "did it happen again?" like hes really proud of the fact its so cute.

Idk though i think relationships have to be about friendship and mutual respect, nothing is better than feeling both loved and respected, knowing someone cares about you in that way is very important and i think the only way you can have a healthy relationship.

I think sometimes falling in love with your best friend is actually the right thing to do and very much worth the risk.

This is definitely the happiest healthiest relationship ive ever had and i think its because the physical and sexual attraction came when we'd already been friends for like 2 years.

Idk, i guess some of its just nature and how we are, and i do kind of believe in soulmates and that everything in my life was leading me to meet him... But then also staying together and maintaining a loving relationship is about persevering and sticking it out through difficult patches.

B puts up with a lot of shit because i am very much not mentally well, and we do have differences of opinion/temperament and like expectations sometimes. So we both have to be determined you know?

Like i think maybe being determined to love is something important?

Sorry i feel like theres 0 advice or insight here and just me talking about how lovely B is haha

[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 2

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost 

The hardest part is over, then. Suna was wrong. 

Kita rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands harshly before sighing and setting his phone aside. Y/N was returning to Hyōgo. Not only that, but she was planning on returning to her hometown. Their hometown.

Kita stirred the miso paste into the pot of water, deep in thought. The last 24 hours had been spent in a daze. Really, he was supposed to have been sleeping at 12 in the morning, but the notifications on his phone had woken him up. Granny’d said he’d always been a light sleeper. And any interest in sleeping had been completely dispelled when the group chat with some of his high school buddies blew up. Contrary to the others’ belief, he had been up, scanning the back and forth conversation happening in the group chat, read the encouraging texts. How was he supposed to go back to sleep when Osamu had dropped that knowledge on all of them so suddenly? Kita had slept poorly last night, tossing and turning in his futon, his mind only occupied with thoughts of Y/N. Even counting sheep or focusing on breathing evenly had failed to calm his racing heart, to his dismay. 

Y/N was coming back home.

The smell of something burning caught his attention, and he suddenly remembered the mackerel he had been baking. If the gods were truly watching Kita, they would be laughing; enjoying his currently sporadic behavior the way Granny guiltily enjoys watching what she dubbed “trashy shows”.

He ducked and pulled out the pan from the oven, sighing in relief when he saw that the fish weren’t too burnt. Perhaps the gods were feeling generous today, Kita mused, setting aside the miso soup and then ladling out portions for him and Granny. 

“Shin-chan?” Granny shuffled out into the kitchen in her house slippers, peering over her reading glasses at him. 

Kita looked up, a soft smile settling over his features. “Dinner’s almost ready, obaa-san. You can sit at the table; I’ll set it.” Granny Yumie nodded and then smiled sweetly before hobbling into the next room to wait for him.

Kita exhaled softly. If Y/N was coming home and there were going to be hangouts, then he would just have to make time. Yeah, that was it. He’d just have to work hard to prep the fields and sprout the rice this week, so he would have more free time when she came. He would work extra hard, Kita promised, diligently serving two scoops of rice into each bowl. There was nothing to worry about; no need to think any further on it.

Hard work always felt the best, anyways. It made him feel safe. 

“Kuroo?” You wrinkle your nose, remembering how he had left you on read for basically the entire day.

“Y/N?” he mimicked back, making you roll her eyes. After a beat he kept talking. “I thought I should probably call since you were in peril,” Kuroo teased. You could imagine the smirk on his face.

“What, you’re done facetiming Kenma?” You sat back on your couch, in your Tokyo apartment. The living room was simply furnished but had an elegant and tasteful selection of furniture. When you had first bought them, the small voice in the back of your mind had cried over the price alone.

“I am, actually,” Kuroo replied. You could imagine him lounging too, probably changed out of his business suit by now. Life had been kind to Kuroo, as it had been to you. He was living comfortably in Tokyo as one of the higher-ups in the JVA’s promotion division, with a spiffy apartment which was a twenty minute walk from your own.

You rearranged the stiff pillows that were poking your back uncomfortably, and lied back on the couch instead. This was probably the most downtime you’d had in a long time. “I don’t understand why you can’t just hang out in person like normal people,” you muttered, putting your phone on speaker and then closing your eyes to rest them.

Kuroo only snarked back and then began speaking of his recent work projects and his excitement towards them. You only half-listened, slowly falling asleep. Your head jerked back up and you regained a sense of clarity, catching the last bit of your friend’s sentence. “…Kenma and I’s friend, the little redhead with the Black Jackals… uh, number 21, yeah, I’m having him and Kenma do a video collab for a promo.” After a moment of silence and lack of reaction on your part, Kuroo asked “Y/N?”

You struggled to keep your eyelids from drooping down. “…Kuroo?” Your head nodded off, trying to fight falling asleep.

“Yeah?” He seemed to have picked up on the change in your attitude. You could hear soft rustling on the other side, and imagined him sitting up or standing. “What’s up, Y/N? Is anything wrong?”

Your voice was a lot smaller than usual. “…what should I do about Kita? I don’t know if I wanna see him,” you mumbled. “It’ll hurt a lot.”

“Well, Y/N…” Kuroo hesitated. “Maybe you need to confront the past. You’ve never really told me what happened, but it sounds like you haven’t had time to think about it…” He trailed off and said something else, but you hadn’t caught it. You were too busy, already fast asleep.

a/n: the next part will probably have less words idk-

some ~fun facts~

- granny’s “trashy shows” are reality tv like kuwtk or the bachelorette… she gets together with her girlfriends once a week to watch it

- in japan you ALWAYS do two scoops of rice for each person. it doesn’t matter if you don’t want a lot; just do two little scoops. (according to my mom, who is japanese, born and raised)

- kuroo fuckin LOVES his job

- JVA stands for japan volleyball association

- miss rona, like in the haikyuu universe, does not exist here either ❤️