#but i hope i get through more of it this time! i love the charas and its so cool conceptually. @___@

[bonzirella]

FATAL TROUBLE, IT'S GETTING BLURRY.

Summary: Zhongli's memories are slipping away, and he's forgetting the one he once held dear—you. wc: 745

Includes: gender neutral reader, angst no comfort, zhongli x reader

a/n: I am Enhypen's #1 fan. Maybe this will be a new series lol, so lmk if there's any charas you'd like to see (spanning any fandom, not just genshin). The title is a link to the song. @heejakeswifeyyy @pawcider; thought of you both while writing this

Zhongli had lived over 6,000 years, witnessing the rise and fall of countless civilizations, and countless lives. He’d seen death more times than he could count— companions, comrades, even gods. Yet none had hurt the way yours did. You were bound to die, of course. You were only mortal, and every day Zhongli is reminded of the delicate string that holds mortal lives together. One wrong move and it tears apart, leaving nothing but those who must carry on despite the grief. Maybe it’s because he’s been working at the funeral parlor, but he seems to see more of you these days. You appear in his dreams, and sometimes he can hear your voice. Each time, he closes his eyes softly and lets it pass by him like a gentle caress, like you’re in his arms again, like you’ll be there, against his chest when he opens them. But Zhongli knows better than to let delusion taint his heart. 

Time dulled the sting, as it always did. He thought he had made peace with the aching hollowness you left behind, for thousands of years he thought that he’d be fine never thinking, or even forgetting about you. Perhaps it’s seeing the mortals come to peace with the death of their loved ones that’s helped him move on, he supposed. Until one busy afternoon, wandering through the ever-changing streets of Liyue, a memory tugged at him. It was you and him, standing on a mountain that overlooks the port, your voice bright and hopeful, speaking of a glorious future the nation would one day hold. He stopped against a building, closing his eyes to cherish the sweet memory. It’s faded at the edges, and some details aren’t as fine as they used to be, but your face… wait...your face..! His smile drops and the warmth drains from his face, his eyes flying open, and his breathing picking up. 

He couldn’t recall your face. 

Panic surged. He stumbled through the sea of people, the currents ever changing. He bumped into more than he apologized for, his mind becoming locked with a single thought, “I have forgotten them.” He hurried to Bubu Pharmacy, unable to explain himself besides a few, short, panicked sentences. Baizhu sighed softly, gently pushing his glasses up as he forced Changsheng to be silent. He spoke carefully, as if any random word would break Zhongli’s mind, “It’s normal to forget. It’s been thousands of years, after all.” He murmurs, patting Zhongli’s shoulder. 

Normal. But Zhongli can’t– no, he won’t accept that. He returned home, tearing through oak drawers for the crude sketches he’d drawn of you over the millenia. Clumsy, wobbly lines, warped expressions, the proportions aren’t right, the sketches doesn’t catch the same glint in your eyes as he remembers, but it’s all he has left. The only trace that you were once alive and breathing. Not just a figment of his imagination. 

He sinks onto the floor of the room, curling himself up as he slowly rocks himself, looking through all the photos, tracing the lines so much they start to smear, as if he could feel the texture of your skin, the line of your jaw, the highs of your cheekbones, of your nose, your soft lips, your beautiful eyes… and slowly, after hours, the image of your face begins to return. Barely. Just barely. It might not even be entirely you, an amalgamation from his faded memories and the images he’s been laying with. But it’s something. Something is better than nothing. He slowly starts to stand, but grief overtakes him and he falls onto his knees. 

Tears slip from his eyes, then followed by hollow, choked sobs. “My love..” he whispers hoarsely, “oh, my sweet darling.. my angel, my everything, my—” another sob leaves this throat. He looks up at the ceiling, then to the drawings as if you were listening to him. His eyebrows furrow further and a fresh batch of tears spill from his eyes as his throat dries and another desperate, pathetic, choked sob leaves his lips.

“It pains me to tell you.. no, it truly does. I-I can't fathom.. a future without any trace of you.. yet that's.. what it seems like.." he takes a ragged breath, gripping onto the edge of the desk he's kneeling in front of, "I'm forgetting you! Your memory... it’s falling apart!” He sobs loudly, a soft wail leaving his lips. Zhongli can't remember the last time he cried this hard. It's been millennia, perhaps the day you died.

His nails continue to dig the desk, causing indents, and the taste of blood is bitter on his tongue. Zhongli knows more than anyone how merciless time’s passage can be to the living, but he cannot bear to lose you. So even if he has to stare at his rudimentary drawings for hours, he will cling to them without hesitation. Because some memories are worth holding onto, even as they fade, and some love refuses to be forgotten, no matter how long the shadows grow. And even if this is just a shell of what it once was—fragile, imperfect, and slipping further away with each moment, he clings to it, knowing that letting go means losing you forever, and that is a void that Zhongli cannot fill.

© 2025 bonzirella . . . . . . . . interested? read more here!!

[sleep-0-deprived]

I need a reader who's the one smitten to the male character(any)🙏

Reader pampers the male chara with love and spends things for him, but the male chara gets tired with the reader pampering him but just keeps on spoiling and pampering him.

Then one day reader visits the male chara's work place to pick up male chara only for his worker to flirt with reader, then male chara sees that and gets jealous then dragged him to his car then fucks reader to teach him a lesson that he should only be the one to be pampered and spoiled by reader.

then of course the male chara takes care of reader (after care) to apologize for being rough on reader <3!

- Btw ily your writings 🫶 ive seen many authors writing masterpieces and u're one of them! <3 (i still enjoy ur writings even if its smut and i appreciate you writing for us fellow male readers!)

His boy~ (jealous male character x pampering bottom reader)

A\N omg! You’re far too sweet to me with your praises! I really hope you enjoy I didn’t know what character to put so I just did a few I could imagine acting like this and you can pick<33

Car sex, rough sex, aftercare, neck biting, hair pulling, marking, bruises [character gets a little caught up in the moment and leave marks], anal sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, handjobs [male reader receiving] <3

It’s no secret you were an affectionate guy, from making your boyfriend his lunches to writing him little love notes for work. Always eager to spend your whole check on him if he even mentions something he likes and you’re always so happy to buy.

Present day here you were happily walking into the front doors of your husbands job, ready to make it to the elevator and bring him his lunch that he insisted you “didn’t” have to make him.

Seeing your husbands co worker waving you wave back “hello Ryan” you speak in an Innocent tone when talking to him as he approaches with a wolfish grin looking you up and down staring from your waist to your hips with his gaze stuck on your ass but of course you didn’t notice you just kept rambling on about random things at one point talking about the weather, well that was until your boyfriend had started noticing you were here and to say he was livid with the way his co worker was staring was an understatement.

“Honey I didn’t know you were here?” Your boyfriend spoke in a soft tone looking over at you and Ryan seeing you holding his lunch as he stares “yep! I was bringing your lunch you must’ve forgot it?” You look over at your boyfriend as he waves to Ryan as he drags you away after all it was about time for him to get off and he was mighty impatient for you.

“I thought I told you to not worry about making my lunch?” He speaks a little worked as he drags you back into the elevator glaring at you silently all internally jealous and pissed about Ryan but not saying anything as he stands next to you “I know but I really wanted to bring you your lunch honey” you try to explain more but you couldn’t the next thing you knew was your arm was gripped tightly by him as he dragged you through his work lobby and out the front door pulling you to his car which was parked in a reserved spot in the dark parking deck “get in now.”

“Are you upset with m—“ before you can say much else you are shoved into the back seat pressing down with your back against the door as you get shut up by your boyfriends mouth on top of yours “lettin him look at you like that on purpose weren’t you baby?..” he grunts out his hand gripping hold of your belt as he grounds his hips to yours with him bitting on your bottom lip all jealous he doesn’t care about much more than stuffing his cock inside you.

“What are you talking about honey?~” his hands move down on your belt undoing it and tugging at the zipper of your jeans trying to get them down as he slips your boxers down fishing your cock out as it lays all soft on your thighs only making you look up at him confused “always were naive weren’t you?” Your boyfriend asks but doesn’t give you time to speak as his hand wraps tightly around the base of your cock as he leans down kissing you making you glad his car has tinted windows.

“Awh~ honeyy~” you whimper out trying to close your thighs and rock your hips into his hand as you moan into the sloppy kisses, your cock oozing pre cum all down your shaft making lubricant for his hand to stroke you with as your cock pulses and gets all stiff under his touch. “Like that’s? Hm?” He huffs out as he starts to stroke you faster being almost painful on your cock as you squirm against the back door tearing up at him as you shriek in pleasure feeling hot knots building up in your stomach.

“Close so close!” You open your eyes hazily trembling as your mouth goes agape, he snarls his lips coming off yours to bury his face into your neck as he starts planing wet kisses over your Adam’s apple holding his thumb to the bulbous tip of your cock pressing down a little to harsh making your eyes all doe like and tearful from the pleasure as the veins in your cock start to become more prominent under your boyfriends touch.

“Better hold it or when I fuck you, I won’t let you cum I’ll put the cock ring in my dash on you baby” your boyfriend speaks out being serous as his passive nature flairs up having you with your pants down in the back of his car as he uses his k nines to drag across your Adam’s apple digging them down into your skin nibbling at it despite his rough demeanor never actually biting hard enough to bring blood only biting to bruise your skin.

“H—Hng~!” You whine out loudly your cock becoming painfully hard in his hand “please! Please lemme cum honey!” You reach your left hand around gripping your boyfriends hair tightly as you hold his face in your leg lifting one thigh up onto his back seat buckling your hips back against the back door of his car as your plump lips part letting drool slip from the corners with your eyes all wide

“need to cum that bad baby?” He coos agaisnt your skin mocking and cruel with venom and lust in his tone as his hand holds the base of your cock a little tighter slipping his thumb off your cock head and onto the veins as he rubs them teasing your cock never giving you enough pressure to cum as his teeth let go of your neck letting the bite marks hit the cool air of his car.

“Yes please! need it so b-a-d” you hic the last part up as your tremble your nose scrunching up lewdly and your eyes closing letting a few tears loose “fine then cum on yourself for me” he hums amused with a grin watching you come all undone in front of him in the back seat of his car as your cock pulses harshly in his hand throbbing under his touch as rope after rope of hot cum shoots from you getting all over the leather seats as it spurts from your angry tip all thin as you do your best to hold open your thighs for him pouting before your boyfriend.

“Want me to fuck you now?” Your boyfriend cranes his head down a little to you as he asks. “Uh—huh” you can only hum out a response as you lay ready and willing to be stuffed trying to catch your breath from your orgasm as you heave laying against the back door of his car slipping your hand out of his hair trying to re adjust yourself.

“I’ve fucked you enough to not need prep, plus I think we both know that greedily little hole don’t care does it?” He murmured out in a grunt undoing his belt pulling at his slacks fucking his cock out of his boxers with it already rock hard ever since he was pulling you out of his job “yeah” you agree with you opening your thighs wider watching your boyfriend between them stroking himself fully hard spitting on his hand then using his other to spread your cheeks apart and spit on your hole making it pucker at the sensation.

“Deep breath for me baby” he growls not giving you enough time for anything as his cock head nudges your hole with him pulling your shirt up to your chest giving him a view of your pecs as his hands don’t their way to your hip using one to grip your thigh at a bruising strength lifting it up on his hip before snapping his hips forward bottoming himself out inside you knocking the air from your lungs making the car rock.

“O~h” mewling out in pain and pleasure as his cock presses against all your sweet spots with your rim stretched wide around his shaft feeling a burning pain as you twitch around him. “Mh always so tight baby” your boyfriend taunts out before he starts snapping his hips back and forth harshly thrusting making the pecs on your chest bounce back and forth the car rocking as you arch your back laying in the back seat with your leg lifted up on his hip and his other hand groping at your love handle diving his nails in harshly promising to leave a bruise.

“Hah~ honey please slow~” you mewl out lewdly pulling at his hair wrapping both thighs around him with your chin on his shoulders his face in your neck sucking at the skin and using his teeth to pinch it as he pounds into you with his hips slapping against your ass making your cheeks red as he presses you into his back seats with the only thing running through his mind was making you “his” using all his pent up anger at his co worked eyes to fuck you “fuck, take it all for me yeah ..”

“Ah- honey please~!” The car rocking back and forth with him on top of you making your cock pulse against yours and his stomach as your boyfriend grips your hips tightly nailing your prostate making your back arch laying beneath him with your hand in his hair feeling his cock pulsing roughly signaling him being close.

“Baby doing so good” he huffs out picking his pace up as the car windows fog up in the back making you cry out in pleasure with your thighs trembling on his hips and your eyes half lidded rolling into the back of your skull. “Mh yes yes oh!~” laying with your skin sweaty and your chest pressed bare against his button up as you lay with your shirt raise making your back stick to the leather of his seats as you get fucked feeling your boyfriends face in your neck biting at it gently nuzzling kissing and sucking at the already bruised skin.

“Close honey!” You mewl screaming out with your cock pulsing twitching between you two as your hole sucks his cock in desperately as it hits your prostate making his hips stutter “o-h fuck” he groans out shuddering with your thighs resting on his hips in the back seat as his tip twitches starting to cum inside you as each hot rope fills up your ass oozing out of you onto his leather seats as you tremble and shudder at the molten sensation triggering a reaction from your body as you start to cum again alll over yourself cumming all over your boyfriends pristine white button up.

“Did so good” your boyfriend pants out against your neck as he lifts his head up looking at you with his eyes half lidded and hazy all high on sex pollen between the two of you in the back seat of his car. “You can pull out now honey~” you whimper out sweetly as you nod feeling him slowly pull out of your ass, your hole all puffy and oozing cum onto his seats trying to clench and clamp around nothing.

“Here baby let me help” he whispers looking down as he reaches up front opening up his dash pulling out a few wipes to clean up his cum, willing down the seats as he gently pulls your cheeks apart cleaning your cum stained body “thank you honey~” you whimper out a thanks as you feel his hand on your stomach wiping off your cum. Your boyfriend’s hand traces down your body and wipes all the excess cum off your cock.

“I’m sorry I was so rough with you baby, I just got so jealous with how Ryan was looking at you..” your boyfriend pleads all sorry as he leans his head down kissing the bruises on your hips gently pulling your shirt back down and pulling his boxers back up trying to fix his slacks and buckle his belt back up. “It’s fine I don’t mind it…” you smile sheepishly laugh all flushed in the back seat pulling your boxers back up and zipping up your jeans searching around grabbing your belt as you slip it through the loops.

You slip into his passenger seat weakly moving as he gets into the drivers seat placing your hand in your thigh “how about we get you home and get you a bubble bath?….ill run it I’ll add the nice bath salts for your bruises?” He whispers a promise to you as he rubs your thigh gently petting it putting the car into drive pulling out of his jobs parking garage as you buckle up watching out the window when he turns onto the main road driving through the city leaving a promise of a night of being pampered by your boyfriend.

—Nanami, Choso, Kyojuro, Shiu, Kunikida, Aizawa, coach Ukai, William spears, Sir Crocodile

[ellabsblvd]

abby anderson p links

here's some abby anderson p links with semi detailed captions inspired by chaka's horny abby headcanons ,

which you should definitely give a read !

links and captions under the cut, and chara reqs for links are always open :)

hornball abby will play with your tits any time she gets. she's made it incredibly clear that you're hers; and you really don't mind it. she'll play with your tits as you moan in her ear, your sounds turning her on as she takes in how sensitive you are, how much her touch has an effect on you.

as abby straps you, she'll stop in the middle of her thrusts just to kiss you. this is definitely her way of calming herself down, as the base of her black strap has been viciously rubbing against her clit, and she needs to last longer.

to add on, abby is breathing heavy above your body as she straps you. she can't find it in herself to stop rolling her hips into you as you climax, loving how loud and dumb you get when she fucks your pretty pussy.

sex could last around 2-4 hours, and abby still isn't taking her strap out of you anytime soon. the way you moan is too good to pass up, and she notices you get louder every time her strokes get faster.

stone top abby definitely touches herself when she's eating you out. moaning into your cunt as she circles her clit. and maybe she's cumming before you, just because your moans sound so good and your pussy tastes even better. folding your clit around her tongue practically makes her dizzy.

when you sit on abby's face, she prefers to take her time. your body is definitely sacred to her. yeah, she loves an aggressive pussy-eating session, but boy does she love playing the long game, watching your body cave in and your mind go dumb as she lies back and eats you out.

anyone who thinks abby is quiet during sex is completely wrong. when she straps you, she's moaning uncontrollably, letting you know how good it feels when the base of her strap hits her clit when she plows into you. her thigh muscles convulse, and her strokes become erratic, and you can tell she's about to finish, but her voice is even more of a tell tale sign of her climax approaching.

stone top abby would rather grind against your thigh and moan loudly into your lips as she creams all over your leg than have you directly touch her. and yes she's an announcer, she will always let you know that she's about to cum.

abby will TALK YOU THROUGH IT as she fingers you, making you go absolutely silly. leaving this one a little short cause... i need your imagination to run wild with this one.

her favorite downtime after work you ask? it's playing with your pussy in the back of her truck. she puts the seats down and everything. her ego gets all big after making you squirt all over the interior of her truck, car smelling like your arousal for hours.

hope u enjoyed....... ok bai

[evergreen-endo]

PRAISE INTO SUBMISSION – h. umemiya + c. takiishi

a/n: separate drabbles! they make you feel so good you can’t help but, well, tell them! but they’ve never been praised so sweetly, so thoroughly; it kinda makes their brains melt and limbs go weak. :] cws: 18+ mdni. these are both pretty soft but chika’s starts out a little rough <3 you’ll forgive him though! (I hope <3) wc: roughly 540 for each chara.

H. UMEMIYA

“Hajime,” you pant, “you’ll take over, yeah?”

You’re out of breath, hips grinding against his as your thighs start to burn. Two droopy, lidded eyes gaze up at you, hazy with love. Umemiya’s voice rumbles from his chest, no hesitation, just how you like him, “Anything for you.”

He pulls his knees up, feet planted on the mattress with two large palms slotted right above your hips, thumbs tracing the skin with adoration. Slowly, his hips slam into yours as his mouth drops open into a drawn out moan. He looks gorgeous like this, abs twitching and lungs heaving as he lifts you up and down on his cock in perfect time with his thrusts.

Your voice is shaky as he bounces you, running your hands through his messy hair, “Oh, my sweet angel. Doing so good for me.”

His head rolls back, dopey grin on his lips, “Ahh– am I?” Umemiya’s going a little dumb even though he’s fucking you at this point, and it’s so endearing your pussy squeezes around him to mimic the beat of your heart.

“Mhmm. Always so perfect for me.” Your voice is saccharine sweet, forehead pressed to his as you pant into each other’s mouths. He smiles at that, and you swear you hear the beginnings of a high keen in his throat as he cranes his neck forward in pursuit of a kiss. You indulge him, of course, letting out encouraging hums when his hands roam over all your favorite spots.

You murmur between kisses, “Just can’t keep your hands off, can you?” You giggle as he nods his head no, circling one of his arms around you to grind you deeper onto him. His other hand trails down from your chest to your clit, rubbing perfect circles with the pad of his thumb. He swallows your gasp, pulling away to admire the way your face contorts in pleasure at his touch.

As you flutter around his cock, squeezing him with every brush of his thumb, you can see how close he is to falling apart. Umemiya looks like an angel like this, and you tell him so every chance you get. When his cheeks are flushed pink, lidded eyes full of adoration with kiss-bitten lips and a heaving chest, you can’t help but coo praises at him. “So pretty when you’re close, Haji. Gonna cum inside me?”

So doting and respectable as always, he tries his damndest not to. Not before you, at least. But when you murmur in his ear how much he deserves it for making you feel so good, nipping and licking at the shell of his ear, he can’t help it. A hand flies to your waist to ground himself as he twitches, thighs trembling under you as you come undone with him.

It’s overwhelming for him; panted I love yous and the aftershocks of your orgasm making his hips buck. He’s out of breath, eyes closed, fingers twitching at your thighs as he pulls his hips away to guide you off. But you tut, “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” 

The hot blood from his heart melts straight down to his cock again, drunk on the love you can’t seem to stop smothering him in.

C. TAKIISHI

“Oh my god Chi—“

He muffles your moans when he shoves your face into the mattress, hips pounding against yours from behind as the headboard slams into the wall. He does it until you’re trembling and blabbering, thrashing beneath him. He can hardly make out your words, and he knows he doesn’t need to. It’s more fun to make you go dumb. 

His curiosity gets to him anyway, dipping his head next to yours and adjusting his grip on your head so only the side of your face is squished. You gasp for breath as your mouth and nose become free to breathe through. The corners of his lips twitch into a subtle smirk at the sight of drool connected to soft sheets beneath your lips. You continue, “So good, feelssogood, fuck—“ you choke on your words before you can finish as he hits that gummy spot, making your eyes roll back. 

“There?”

“Yesyesyes— hah, makin’ me feel so fucking good, can’t even—”

“Who? Who’s making you dumb like this?”

“O-oh god, I–”

His lips twitch at that. It’s almost satisfying, vaguely flattering, but it isn’t what he wanted to hear. So he wraps your hair in his hand and pulls until your eyes meet his. It’s a silent challenge; a sharp, demanding gaze that falters for a split second at the sight of your lash line spilling over with tears, pupils dilated with desperation. But you’ll have to give him what he wants for him to let up.

His name slips past your lips in a stutter, nearly unsure at first before he slams his hips into you in a way that jostles every other word you’ve known from your brain. It slurs together on your tongue with choked pleads for him not to stop, a breath of fresh air from the cries for mercy that he’s used to. Something shoots through his body other than arousal– warm in an unfamiliar way. It’s in his gut and his chest, and it grows with every salacious cry of his name ringing from your throat.

He can tell you’re close, and the grip on your hair softens before you feel him smooth it down with his palm. His chest is on fire as he presses it to your back, and tears stream down your cheeks as his hips roll into you. He licks up your tears in one gentle long stroke, pausing when you whimper. When his gaze flickers back to you, his chest jumps at the stars in your eyes. His thumb plays with the drool threatening to drip from your bottom lip as he waits for you to speak. “Chika,” you breathe, “you’re so pretty like this.”

He blinks, dick twitching inside you, murmuring in your hair something you can’t exactly make out before he pulls away. Sliding two fingers onto your tongue, his thrusts grow sloppy as he picks up the pace again, too close to his orgasm to wonder how it could’ve crept up on him like this. And he can’t hear the praise tumbling from your lips when he’s muffling you, but it doesn’t stop him from playing your words on repeat in his head as he spills inside you.

[sevs-corner]

Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Chapter 1: “The rain falls but they fell harder”

{A/N: the unofficial part 1 to this brainrot series of minee🫡}

OG Post Links (if you want to read more crumbs of this slowly building brainrot of mine lol) from oldest to latest <33

Preface:

It was right around fall when you got the news of been evicted out of your home- the reason being? Your roommate bailed and sold you out. Giving you only so much as a couple of hours to pack your things and leave as they had left too.

Luckily, your desperation was quenched when your co-worker happens to hear your ramblings during the night shift. With no choice but to accept, you accepted to take care of their place and move into the new city bustling in anxious steps. You could only live off your friend’s current supplies, so you needed to find a job fast.

"Turn left... turn left- WHERE?!" Almost feeling the urge to throw down the piece of paper your co-worker handed you earlier, you could only feel the pressure rise in your veins as heaved- trying an attempt to calm yourself-- seeing as how you got lost for the umpteenth time. The amount of turns you made in these wet streets and cuts through the alleyways made you quite hopeless in your situation.

A 'simple, turn right then left!' they said to you while handing the small folded note in your hands just in case. Besides having the direction written, it also had a weird doodle on the underside but paid no mind to it as you were more focused on the instructions of your co-worker, easily understanding it with no issue.

Yet it seems that you didn't as you stumble in front of a quaint...

"Bakery? Now how did I get here this time..."

The building in front of you was quite run down, but the words on the window were still quite visible despite the rain padding onto it . 'Homecooked goods,' it says in white cursive writing, which complemented the natural red bricked border. There were a couple plants that you took notice of wilting, making you frown quite a bit- knowing how, if they were given a bit of more loving, it would look quite beautiful and an even more attractive bakery.

Although you had to shake that thought away, deciding that it wasn't your objective coming into the bakery (yes, it was still equally important to you but finding your co-worker's place was more of an immediate concern.)

Knowing that you had lost all hope at this point, stumbling into so many dead ends that you decided to cut your losses, man up, and ask for directions around this place. For quite a well-known and popular town, this part of it was quite desolate.

Hence, when you started marching towards the bakery, you noticed how there were quite amount of similar cars out front. All black, sleek, fancy- wait... maybe this was a fancy bakery? Or not a bakery at all? What if you can't get any help or information from this place-?

"Johnny wasn't even- woah!"

At that moment, you happened to stop in front of the door and get hit right on the nose by the wood door and solar plexus punched by the quite fancy handle it was accompanied with.

"fUCKKKKKKKKK...." You swore silently, landing on your back and scattering all of your belongings as you clutched both your nose and stomach in (mostly shock) anguish with the person who gutted you mercilessly (accidentally) quickly asking if you were okay.

"Oh my- dearie, where are you hurt? I'm so sorry!"

You could feel the person talking, resting their hands on yours as it gently prodded yours away.

“Mighty careless of ya’, Garrick.” Someone jabs at the person you assumed had knocked you out.

“Ain’t a new sight to see LT?” The voices continues on while another replied with a grunt- which you are quick to piece together that there are three people now who had seen you land on your ass quite… gracefully.

“Oi,” another joins in, “what’s the hold up by the door? You’re bloody blockin’ the way.” A quite irritable one at that, you note.

“Sorry sir,” you hear the one besides you talk, “I accidentally hurt 'em when I opened the door.”

You hear another padding of footsteps as the one besides you shuffle away. You couldn’t see anything at the moment from how teary-eyed you were.

“Are you okay?” The newest voice grunts, right besides you, and you could smell the beer on his breath so you blanched away from him.

“I-i’m fine…” you managed to get out, albeit in quite a nasally tone as you pinched your nose to subside the pain.

“Doesn’t sound like it lassie,” the voice snickers and you turn to them with a closed-eye glare.

“Who are you to assume how much pain I’m in right now?!” You grumble in irritation, unable to control your emotions anymore for how shitty your day has been.

The straw that broke the camel’s back per se.

Lucky they were quick on the uptake.

“Can I see it?”

“Huh?”

You whipped your head to the other side, hearing the same voice that apologized to you.

“Can I check your nose?” He giggles, “Gotta know if we have to take you to the hospital or not.”

“No need to,” you insisted yet your hands fall to your side, letting the man to check it himself- which you had identified once your vision started clearing up from the tears.

"Shh, shh- no need for tears.." you felt a thumb rub at your cheeks gently, and you could barely make out the silhouette of the other man as he hushes you.

Bulky, scruffy beard, but was mostly covered the scarf around his neck, as well as the hat perched on top of his head- making it unable for you to see his entire visage.

"Seems nothing's broken," you hear the gentle man mumble to himself and you could feel yourself stiffen less.

"Thank fuck," you chuckled, "I don't have enough to get that fixed if it was."

"You wouldn't have to pay for it," he replies, eyes now staring at you with more... softness? If you had to make sense of it somehow.

"Why not?"

You stared at him as if you couldn't comprehend the intent behind his actions.

"'Cause he hurt you, lovie." The man, now clearer in your sight, explained- and his, 'oh his dark blue eyes' made you inherently stutter out a response.

"I-it's alright-- wasn't lookin' where I was going is all!" Your hands shake in front of you, widly shaking your head know as you show that you are unable to accept the generosity of the man. As much as you'd appreciate being treated to free healthcare- that seems too much for something that was a mistake (on your part mostly.)

"I insist," the kind gentleman insists, "I, too, was in deep conversation that I wasn't aware that somebody was on the other side of the door."

He grabs your hands, forcing them to calm down and for you to make eye contact with him- hoping that you would see the sincerity in them.

Yet all it did was make you more nervous, now seeing him in his entirety, from his clear cut jawline to how his eyes sparkled under the street light.

'Pretty.' is the first thought that comes into your head as you continue to be whisked away in the hues of the warm comforting--

"Let me help you up."

You yelp, feeling your arms being tugged (and your consciousness out of your thoughts) to a standing position, though from the sudden jerk you barely could catch yourself- sensing your self fall once more face first this time.

"Woah there!" You felt hands at your waist, steadying and grounding, as you feel the sudden rush of blood in and out of your head.

"Sorry," the kind man once again apologizes, "was that too fast?"

You sighed, unconsciously leaning your head against his chest, trying to calm the pounding in your head- "no, you're good."

"Dizzy?" You feel a warm hand on your forehead and you nodded again, thoughts now feeling a bit muddled from just about everything.

"think they caught a cold sir," another voice pipes in, the grumbly one from earlier.

"Seems like it," the mustache man replies, "got a place we can take you back to, lovie?"

"can't find it," your mumbles are barely audible from how muffled it was into the man's jacket and the patter of the rain on the sidewalk, yet they still caught on and looked at each other in confusion.

Odd and cryptic- was it because you knew them? Or you didn't want anyone knowing where you lived- especially with four strange big men at that.

Sighing, the bearded man signaled to the other side with a jerk of his head, "ask nonna and nonno if they can spare a room for the night."

"On it sir," the two responded with a quick nod, leaving as quickly as they had gone out.

"tell 'em I'll handle the lodging pay!" he follows up and they responded in affirmation again before he turns back to you, shivering up in his man's arms, looking quite defeated.

You looked like a kit left in the rain, and he felt that surge of sympathy of wanting to care for you- but he knows he can't. Not with a non-combatant and civilian, he thinks.

"Get 'em inside Garrick," he instructed and 'Garrick' responds with a soft, "yes sir" before mumbling to you and helping you move into the warm bakery.

The bearded man stayed outside, collecting your things until he saw paper jutting out of your bag, lines that were quite familiar. Checking if you were inside already, he could see Garrick bring you inside by the hand as you approached a fussy elderly couple, who quickly ushered you and Garrick up some stairs, deeper into the building.

Once he knew you were out of sight, he quickly grabs the paper and reads the words on it.

'Nothing of note,' he thinks then turns it around, eyes narrowing at the symbol draw at the underside.

"haven't seen this in a while..."

"Haven't seen what in a while sir?"

"Ghost," the bearded man regarded before passing the stuff he picked up into his arms, "we'll discuss it back at HQ."

Ghost nods and leaves to go back inside while another exited to join him.

"Did it come from 'em sir?" The shorter man asks, and the bearded man nods.

"Yes," he confirms, "but I do think its not from them specifically."

The other man hums, "sounds like we need to do some diggin' on 'em."

"we'll get more info from 'em once they wake." he grabs a smoke from his pocket before gesturing the other to light it for him. "Stay on post Soap."

"Aye sir," Soap salutes and watches him leave as he returns inside, doing as he was told.

You wake up with the gnarliest headache ever, that even if you did drink yourself blank out drunk- this would still take the cake of morning hangovers.

"Mornin' sleepyhead."

"the fuck?" You grumbled, throwing an arm over your eyes as you evade the sunlight by the window to spot a man by the doorway. He had quite a fancy fit on with the subtle floral pattern of a polo to the grey slacks with harnesses attached around his waist and thighs, gun holster by his hips but no gun in it.

"rough night?" he asks and you nod along, unsure of what happened to you- everything still quite a blur in your head, memories merging and dissipating the instant it comes popping up.

"our boss paid for your lodgin' here," he walks into the room and ends up at a chair by your bedside, "'compensation for his men' hurtin' ya last night, he says."

Hearing him say that made everything come into place, "you were the guys I bumped into at that bakery last night!"

You pointing at him in accusation made him chuckle and lean closer to you, yet that made you lean further away as you now realize the very trepid situation you were in.

"That's us alright," he hums, "are you still hurtin'?"

'oh,' you thought to youself, 'he was just checking if my nose was better.'

Embarrassment filled you at the insinuations that you made up in your head, as you assumed his intentions; hence, you had to look away from him- to save the little bit of dignity you had.

"no," you quickly snippet, "head's just heavy."

He clicks his tongue before standing and going to a desk, making you perk your eyebrows in confusion.

"well," you hear water being poured, "might be because you were burnin' high with a fuckin' fever in the rain."

He hands you the glass of cool water, "that's why."

You glare at him before chugging the water down, letting out a small burp while wiping the side of your mouth as you feel less parched than when you woke up.

Silence filled the room as you thought of how odd your situation was. No matter how accidental your meeting was- doing this much for a stranger was quite... well, strange is the best way to put it.

"Why're you guys concerned?" You finally managed to get out, despite the mess of thoughts you're having right now.

There was no malice behind your words, just simple curiosity and he could see it from how clear your eyes were of your intentions-- quite ironic from how much of a mess your brain was right now.

"boss felt responsible," you could hear the man chalk it up to that conclusion, "likes takin' care of people, that soft old chap."

You didn't quite catch the last part of his words as he mumbled it under his breath but you nodded anyways.

"That's quite kind of him," you softly spoke with your voice still hoarse, "can admit that it's hard to come by that kinda thing nowadays."

"I got lucky," you admitted, "please thank him for me."

The way you smiled made him pause for a second- it was genuine and so clear of its intent behind that it made his skin crawl and hair stand at the ends of his neck. He could feel his hand twitching to rub and his face and neck, so he let it- turning away from you as he reassured you that he would.

After a couple of more minutes, he tells you more details of your situation and you felt more grounded now, thanking him and his boss once again for looking out for you.

"No problem, sweets." he shoots you a grin- a quite silly and crooked one at that which made you return it in kind as you bid him farewell.

"Better get goin' huh..." you tell yourself as you picked yourself up from the bed and stretched, "still gotta ask and find out about where this place is..."

Yet as you look through your bag and all of its pockets, you noticed that the paper was missing, dumping the rest of out, you groan out- once more- in anguish at your situation.

"this is such a fucked up week!"

"how about we un-fuck it cara*?"

(A/N: *cara- Italian for 'beloved'/ 'dear')

And that wraps up the 1st chapter to this series!! Heads up, updates will be slow but feel free to hmu with ideas/ thoughts about the AU hehe (including my other ones too :>>)

[dailyfloweys]

Flowey Analysis from a fellow flower 🌼

Happy National Siblings Day! for April 10th, I'm posting something a bit different than my usual daily flowey art. I'll be talking a bit about Flowey's character and comparing the nuances of his character with my personal experiences.

talk of PTSD and sibling death ahead:

Day 28 | I see you

Before I dive into the meat and potatoes of his grief I just want to add how I view flowey in terms of how he Feels Emotions because I forgot that not everyone is on the same page:

-him lacking a soul to feel compassion or most of his own feelings (besides anger and fear) feels very representative of how the brain will protect itsself after experiencing extreme stress situations like the shit he went through… There will be a wall that feels impenetrable between you and your emotions and it takes sooo much to find your way over that wall. and when you get over it its just one time and you wont really remember how to get back over that wall. yeah.. It gets a little easier each time at least.. And people who love you can help make it easier too ❤️

-him being immortal but getting reincarnated before reaching adulthood… feels very representative of how PTSD works on the brain and how ultimately it will just take Much longer before your brain can fully mature.. He needs some more time to live! Him further traumatizing himself by going through constant resets is not living!!

Ok. Now lets start the post:

He just misses his best friend. He misses the only one that understands him. He just wants to talk to them one more time. He doesn't understand why hes alive or why he was left behind. It's a weird feeling to be alive and be forced to live through so many years without that once-familiar company. The longer you go on without them, the harder memories with them are to recall. You start to fixate on a set few that you feel are most important, and soon it becomes your mantra. It starts getting harder to recall what their face looks like, but you remember when you look in a mirror. (I talked about this before on my sideblog too)

It being almost 6 years now since my brother passed away, this has been the culmination of how I've felt throughout the years. Maybe it wasn't intentional of Toby Fox to have Floweys simple smile resemble Charas smile, but I can't help but see it that way. You may not notice the similarities you have to your sibling at first, but once they pass on, those features really start to shine. In Floweys case, he didn't start to resemble chara until after losing them. It can certainly feel this way-- that the features just sort of appear out of nowhere. Parts of you that you ignored are now more apparant than ever.

Flowey/Asriel talking about how Chara is the only person that understands him is something I get more than anything. The sibling you lived and grew with would absolutely understand you more than anyone else... They know what your home life is like, what you get for dinner, secrets you dont tell anyone... Regardless of how close you feel with your sibling, they know you better than anyone else.

Losing someone that you have this kind of relationship with can very easily cause your whole world to fall apart in front of you, and you're left to pick up the pieces. It's usually preferred that you have others in your life to help you with this process, but if you don't... It could be hard to heal. Not only that, but it could be easier to hurt a lot more than you should in the grieving process.

Isolated and alone, there isn't much to do besides hope for something better than this. Mom or Dad couldn't fix me, so maybe... maybe They can. They'll come back for me. They know I can't live without them, right?

For some time, I wanted to believe this. It was so scary being in a world without my sibling. Hes the one that protected me from those that hurt us, and with him gone, I'd be vulnerable. For many months, I'd have the same dream, night after night...

They show up in your dreams, telling you that they're alright. They're not dead! It was just a lie someone made up. You feel their warm embrace. And then, you wake up. For a second, you still believe that its true--They really didn't die. But, then... You lie there in bed for just a bit longer. You realize the truth. You realize you have to live through today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next decade, and next century without them from now on. You get up.

For Flowey's case, he never fully made peace with Chara's passing until Frisk comes along. He needed someone to pull him out of the constant trauma he was inflicting upon himself (his power to reset) and ... a bit of kindness and patience... to finally move forward. To finally get to live life again, day by day.

Before Frisk, however, all he had was himself. With his best friend seemingly not coming back, and his family unable to help him ...

He simply can't continue. If it wasn't for the fact that he came back to life by being combined with concentrations of Determination, the grief he felt upon being left behind would've caused him to be gone again for good. It makes so much sense to me that his parents couldn't help him in this state. They don't understand how different the grief of losing a sibling is from losing a child. Both hurt deeply and last a lifetime, but the loss of a sibling is a loss of someone who you've known your whole life. its the loss of someone who was growing up with you.

So, of course, since he found out he can't die AND that he can reset the timeline whenever he wants to... He decided to start playing god to cope. He can't have his body, soul, or best friend, so... this is his compromise for some sort of control. As the years DONT go by, and he continues to reset the timeline for the fun of it, he only continues to get worse... And theres no one there to help him. Of course someone does come around to finally help him, but its been so many years already. It's horrible he had to wait so long to finally move on and live again.

Cuz of this, I like to think frisk remains his friend and he starts to find himself again after everything that happened. He needs gentle people in his life to let him heal however he needs to. And, I feel out of everyone, he could only ever talk about the trauma he went through to frisk... No one else would understand. Like literally. they'd go "What the fuck are you Talking about". except maybe sans. But it wouldn't be a good idea to open up to sans about that kind of trauma 9_9;

Frisk may not be able to fully understand (If we are going off the premise that Chara is aware of all the Resets and Not Frisk) but Flowey doesn't need someone to fully understand...just someone to talk to and have a shoulder to lean on.

Okay I'm done speaking my stuff heres art I made last September with a cool background I drew up recently on it:

This drawing is rather personal to me because this drawings actually a memory I have of me and my brother in the last years we shared where we Didn't have to worry about us being hurt anymore. We were playing each others favorite games at the time.

I decided to post this on this day because:

A. April 10th is National Siblings Day!

B. the day after today, April 11th, is the day my brother died. Once a year, I like to do something cathartic for myself. Whether I'm just getting bottled up feelings out of me or I'm letting myself understand where I am with my grief, I like to always try and do something like this to remember my brother. Hes the only one that could understand what I went through and how hard it was to get here.

C. In general, I feel its important to post this because I know personally how hard it is to write about things like this. There have been many times where I've tried writing or drawing about my PTSD and, even though I didn't even write the first word or draw the first line, All of my days energy would get zapped out of my system just thinking about it. Its been long enough now that I can write as much as this post and still feel okay! So if anyone out there reading this is in the same boat, just know that healing truly does take time. Sometimes it also takes a certain person, or a certain phrase. Be patient, take care of yourself, and appreciate the ones around you while theyre still here.

Sticking this here because I didn't have any reason to include this in the main post But the 9 year anniversary letter Asriel wrote about Chara really messed me up </3 for many reasons, but also because my brothers favorite number is also 9... ❤️🤝🌼

[thatnonameuser]

You said something about Azul's darling having children healing his childhood trauma. ANGST WARNING!! AND BULLYING!

This gave me an idea, he was bullied for being slow and different from other kids from the original plot. In this yandere au, that can be twisted into how he's such a loser, he'll probably never be good enough for a darling to accept him. He's so fat, not even a kind and pitiful darling, would want him. How the other mers think he's so stupid that he'd fumble trying to catch his darling and that they'll just be claimed by another, cooler, yandere. Laughing at him all the while so and flexing how their wonderful talents and skills would be enough to steal away a darling's heart, unlike him.

I can imagine how much this'll break his self esteem and brand him as a "weak yandere" to the other fishies. Azul would strive to be the opposite of all this, he would plan to take away their special abilities to "win a darling over" and make it his own, as his unique magic forms through sheer spite. He's so jaded and the thoughts of not being good enough to have a darling still ingrained in him. He probably won't fall in love with MC until after his overblot. Having the internal belief that, no darling would want a loser like him.. He probably won't care that MC is a darling at first and is just planning to use her as leverage against the other yanderes. Hence, taking over her only place to live. It benefits him as well since he'll be able to open another branch of the Mostro lounge and attract the other yanderes.

But then something changes. MC does something while they are inside the blot space. He realizes that.. she sees more in him than anyone ever had. Even if MC says so only in passing cause she's reasonably pissed- He can't help but focus on those specific words, ignoring the rest of her rant. Suddenly, he feels whole, and he knows she doesn't want to share this feeling with anyone. Suddenly...

He's already drafting a contract after their visit in the coral sea museum, giggling to himself as he marks that day their first date....

I hope you find this idea as interesting as I did!! I love Azul 😁

I really love asks for the yandereverse, because there are so many ways that the charas’ backstories can change. Azul’s bullying making him insecure when it comes to his darling is perfect, and it kind of works with how the Coral Sea sees yanderes and darlings. I also love Azul, I love me an evil mafia man.

The Coral Sea is an anti-darling rights area, so yanderes have more freedom to do what they want in order to take their darlings for themselves. And yanderes are supposed to be strong and tough, how else do they keep their darlings safe and with them? The kids of the Coral Sea know that well. 

And Azul wasn’t that. He was slow, and weak and a scaredy-catfish crybaby who hid inside a pot. HE was supposed to be a yandere? That was genuinely surprising to nearly all his former classmates. And they made sure he knew that. Their teasing was relentless….

‘Are you sure they weren’t wrong? You’re not supposed to be slow and stupid if you’re like us.’

‘He’ll probably lose his darling.’

‘I’d hate to be them, he’s so fat and icky.’

….And at the same time they rub salt into the wound. After all, they’re fast and strong and smart and talented and good looking. They’ll get their darlings no problem, while he will be left alone and broken hearted watching his darling being with someone else. All the bullying broke him down over a while, he started to think it was right. 

But despite all the bullying, Azul still tries his hardest to stop being the weak yandere his peers deemed him as. And in a form of vengeance, he’ll take away the special abilities they shoved in his face to remind him how inferior he was, After all, the yanderes that bullied him have their own insecurities that they want to hide from their darlings, so he’ll take their very best away to make himself better for his future darling. He’ll make himself better so that whoever he falls for won’t have to be disgusted by him. (While making his bullies as disgusting to their darlings as they said he’d be .)

But… He just can’t forget the years of bullying ingrained into him. What darling would want him? What darling would love him when he’s just a dim-witted octopus? That denial blinds him up till when he finally meets you. 

Once he’s aware of you being a darling he sees the opportunity, not love. (Because he doesn’t deserve you, so why bother?). After all, what would all your yanderes do or pay to have you for themselves? No price is too high when it comes to a darling, and so, getting you under his thumb is his first priority. Getting you out of Ramshackle and under his control/ownership will make this so much easier. But there’s one big problem. 

You won’t sign his contracts. You told him you’d rather never go home than sign one. I imagine after that point, he starts trying to find loopholes to get you to sign. And your friends are his best bet. So he tricks Ace, Deuce and Grim into being indebted to him, so that you’ll feel obligated to help them. But that didn’t work, because (to be honest, you’re grateful for the alone time) you just let them be stuck in a contract with him. Fortunately, Crowley got involved and you had to go into a contract with him. 

But unfortunately, instead of accepting his offer to stay at Octavinelle till the time limit was up, you proceeded to stay over in Savanaclaw. He’d never been more angry before in his life. The idea of you sleeping with and doing seven-only-knows with those beasts never made him more jealous. The smell of Leona Kingscholar on your skin made him want to add onto the debt the prince owed in vengeance. 

But not wanting to spoil anything more, in the blot space your attempts to pull him out of his self-loathing, change him. He sees that you care about him, that you don’t think he’s a not a stupid, ugly octopus and that instead you see him as something more. Someone who’s hardworking, intelligent, and even cute. And that moment, he truly realizes his love for you. You’re not like the others, you see something in him that no one ever had before. He doesn’t get that you’re saying it only for the sake of your, and maybe a little of his, life. Those words echo in his head. You love him, all his bullies were wrong, his darling isn’t disgusted by him. He feels whole….

…..And he doesn’t want to share this feeling. This complete joy.

He needs you to be his. He’ll draft another contract, one intended to make sure no one else will ever be able to steal you from him and ensure you’ll be by his side, on the land and in the sea. The museum will be like a date to him, hearing your kind words about his childhood appearance makes that younger self cry with joy.

You, quite literally, became the center of his world. And he intends to hold that same place as he becomes a part of your world. Whether you like it or not.

[ordowrites]

Hey there. I really enjoy your works. I've been feeling really depressed, lonely and hated lately so I need some happy fics. Can I request a fic in which characters try to prove how much they care about the reader by making love to them and fucking them real deep? (My fav is Diluc but I'm happy with any male chara you write.) (If possible, no reader with a vagina. It kinda breaks immersion for me bc my body has a different anatomy.)

No pressure of course! ❤️ I hope you are having a good day

Hey anon, I hope this helps and I hope things start to feel better<3

cw: smut, slight bondage, body worship. diluc is slightly possessive and likes to bite, please forgive him. pet names ("baby", "darling", "my love", "my flame"), some angst, some fluff. hurt/comfort.

amab reader! minors dni, mdni. empty and blank blogs will be blocked.

divider by @/enchanthings!

"Too tight?" His voice is warm as he looms over you, a gloved hand running over your torso - making all the mental notes of fading hickies from the last time you two had made love, and he bends down and gives a soft bite to your chest, his hair tickling you a bit and you wiggle.

"'s fine," you mumble and he hums his approval as he starts to pepper kisses along your chest and lower abdomen. "You overthink these things." Or maybe, you think, I don't want to be showered in such tenderness. The feeling like you don't deserve such gentle touches and warm looks settles in the pit of your stomach again, a feeling you haven't been able to shake off for some time now, and you feel guilty for it - especially when he looks at you with those red eyes you always get lost in. It's automatic for you to pull at the silk bindings, always marveling in how soft they are and for a brief moment, your wedding ring catches the light of the candle and you're reminded that he married you of all people.

And there's that feeling again - it makes your stomach lurch and settles in a space between sadness and warmth. He keeps you warm and burning, always but you're not sure what you do for him. Most days, you often wonder if he loves you or if he's playing some long con game. Diluc always says he loves you, showers you with expensive gifts that you do adore - truly you do - and once gifted you a sword he commissioned from a very well known blacksmith in Fontaine. He also commissioned you a polearm - having taken notice that you had gotten interested in learning how use one. (And yet, you still wonder...)

Diluc gives a little hum. "Perhaps I just want to make sure the man I love isn't in any pain." Despite his words, he still pinches a nipple relishing in the soft gasp you give. "Is that so wrong of me, my love?" He sighs a little bit. "Baby, look at me." He grips your chin now, and you feel something rush through you and down to your cock that you can't help but arch upward a little bit to silently tell him what you want. For someone who claims to want to be sweet and loving, Diluc sure is not listening. Finally, your eyes meet his - your face a bit more red and he smiles, pleased. "Good boy."

With those two words, he captures your lips - a bit rougher this time as long as he possibly can while he fumbles to remove his own clothes.

You two break apart. You breathe hard, swallowing a bit.

"I love you," he says, firmly.

"I love you too." You answer, easily - watching as he removes his gloves slowly and you bite back a groan as you grind upward. A hand presses against your belly, forcing you down and still. "Diluc, you're taking too long."

"I'm enjoying what's mine," Diluc responds, easily. You fluster more. "Is that so wrong? Last I checked, I am allowed to enjoy my husband and how handsome he looks when he's red and needy." He bends down and bites your neck now, this time, it does cause you pain and you groan. "Do you know why, darling?"

You don't trust yourself to answer that and instead, you look away - to the mirror that sits close by. It dawns on you that you should really move that stupid thing when you have a moment as it keeps startling you in the middle of the night (and Diluc's decorative choices are honestly quite subpar for a man with wealth).

"Look at me," he commands and you snap your gaze back to him. Something about Diluc being so demanding of your attention turns you on more than you'd like to admit. "I asked you a question, my flame. Do you know why I like to take my time with you?"

You should answer - you know you should, but your voice catches in your throat as he starts to bite more at your skin, leaving blossoming purples and blues in his wake, teeth marks - all of these things that remind you of who your lover is. His Vision sits on the bedside table and it glows. You can feel the slightest touch of his flame your skin, but it doesn't burn and it feels good.

His mouth ghosts over your cock for a brief moment, and he grips it - not too firmly - and starts to pepper tender kisses along the hard skin. Diluc worships your cock the way he worships your body, reverence and as if you were a god sent for him to worship. Admittedly, you used to dislike receiving blowjobs from him because he always edges you, always takes his time until you merely a mess beneath him. You pull at your bindings when you feel his throat constrict around your cock and moan as he continues to tease, stroke, suck.

"Ah - Diluc-"

There's a brief moment where you're sure he's going to push you over the edge, but he finally pulls off - lips a mess with saliva and precum and you stare at him with need.

He bites your thigh and you moan even louder. Honestly, whenever you two have sex, you look like you've taken some weird tumble that has teeth. You remember asking him once about it and Diluc didn't seem to quite have answer, except that he simply enjoys marking you up so you remember that he loves you. He had offered to stop but you had told him, no, you don't mind.

Lube is squirted on his fingers liberally and he reaches down, pressing his fingers against your entrance.

"You never answered my question." You can't really apologize for being unable to talk while he was giving you a blowjob.

"My mind was pre-occupied." You quip. "Hard to think when you're the messiest person I met when it comes to oral."

There's a faint smile on his lips and he snorts. "That doesn't sound like a complaint." Diluc muses and you gasp as a finger slips in. "As far as I can tell, you quite enjoy when I get messy." He's not wrong. "Are you ready for me, my darling?"

Your breath catches in your throat as he removes his fingers and you nod. Diluc smiles and presses a kiss to your lips, tender and sweet as he pushes your knees to your chest. He presses the head of his cock to your entrance and you draw in a breath, bracing yourself for his size.

"By the way, I expect you to have answer to my question." The least sexiest thing Diluc can say, but you appreciate his attempt at alleviating how tense you feel as he slowly pushes in.

"I didn't realize sex with you came with homework and reports." You manage to quip out and Diluc laughs, and butterflies flutter in your stomach as you blush. He only ever laughs like that with you, deep, genuine - mirth on his face. "Do I have to also cite my sources?"

"So long as your only source is me." He nips at your lips again before fully hilting himself inside of you. You tug harder at the bindings, feeling as if your breath had been forced out of you. He groans. "So perfect for me." He frees your wrists from their bindings and you immediately wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging for dear life as he starts to move.

At first, he's gentle with you - like he always starts off, as though he doesn't want to break you. Though he never does, no matter how rough he gets.

It doesn't take long for you to become a mess beneath him, cock aching to be touched as he fucks you as thoroughly as he can - hitting your prostate over and over again. Your cock twitches and you reach down to start stroking yourself off, but his hand pushes yours away and grips your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"Don't make me tie you up again." he groans as he grinds his cock inside of you and you let out a debauched moan, tears pricking at your eyes. "Look how beautiful you are. All for me."

"Nng, Diluc, please-" You gasp out as he hits your prostate again and he is pleased, moving the one hand that had been pinning you wrists above your head down to your twitching, leaking cock. His calloused hand wraps around your cock again and he starts to stroke in time with his thrusts, that hit you deep and make your eyes roll back.

Soon, you're releasing over his hand and your stomach, whining his name again. Diluc follows you not long after, releasing inside of you - but his cock remains, plugging you up.

Tender kisses are peppered along your face, slowly bringing you back down to him.

"Are you okay, my flame?" He murmurs as you slowly open your eyes. You draw in a few deep breath. Diluc's expression is one of love and worship

"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." you murmur.

He slowly pulls out, some of his cum spilling as he does so. You almost whine at the loss of his cock and his body heat.

"My beloved," he murmurs. "Do you understand now?"

You do have answer, but you can't help but let a little grin form on your lips.

"I'm afraid I need to study a bit longer." you tell him. Diluc's gaze darkens with lust as he grips your hips and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Then I suppose I can help you," he says as he gives your ass a light smack. "I'll show you over and over again until you get it." Diluc's body encases your own, erection pressed against your ass again. "Make sure you know how much I love you and what I love about you until you never doubt me again."

And that is a promise.

[respectthepetty]

DMD 2025(?) - The Pros and Con-fusion

Domundi had its annual unveiling of upcoming shows, and like the liar it is, we were told all the shows on the 2025 lineup would be coming in 2025.

So even though I highly doubt that, I'm going to go through the pros and cons of each show according to my feelings and vibes since I'm always excited to see boys kiss their homies (and the possibility of more girls kissing their homies too!).

Zomvivor

The only non-BL show on the roster about a group of students fighting for their lives against zombies.

Pros: I have waited three years for this damn show, and I'm finally getting it DURING HALLOWEEN! Plus it looks like Boss and Boun are still in it!

Cons: I have waited three years for this damn show, and I'm not getting it until the end of this year!

Love Upon a Time

We got a new pilot for the show that depicts a college student being sent back in time to figure out who tried to kill his past self as we watch him fall in love.

Pros: This pilot fleshed out more of the story and although it still has some of the same beats, it feels different enough to showcase the pair's strengths.

Cons: Tonnam in brown face because he plays a servant and laborers must be dark-skinned.

Your Third

A worker is sent by his boss to collect the boss' younger brother, but hijinks ensue, and the worker ends up falling in love.

Pros: MaxNat!

Cons: I'm a MaxNat fan; therefore, there are NO cons! NONE!

Mr. Fanboy

A fan of a famous actor lands the dream role acting with his idol only to realize the business is more vicious than he imagined and sometimes it's best not to meet your faves.

Pros: Auau and Save look perfect for these roles, plus Jur from Jinloe is acting as support. On top of that, we get James looking delicious!

Cons: It is going to deal with shipping and toxic fans, which I feel most of the offerings we've had lately about those subjects have missed the mark in some way, so I'm hoping this one hits its target.

You(r)tuber

After being betrayed by his boyfriend and his best friend, a shy guy decides to step in front of the screen and prove he has what it takes to be a star with the help of his cameraman.

Pros: COOHEART! And he was being The Worst™! Also, I think it's color-coded.

Cons: Intouch is lying right? He was not the person Khun was supposed to meet, right? He just heard the name and decided it was his chance to get involved in Khun's life because he has a crush on him, right?! RIGHT?!

Duang With You

A boy openly chases after the most popular guy in school much to the popular guy's amusement.

Pros: We didn't get enough of this pair in Your Sky, so I'm excited to see what they bring to this series, and I like that the shy guy will go after the popular guy only to realize he might be in over his head.

Cons: That odd top/bottom discussion at the end of the trailer was a misstep in what had a been a solid trailer.

Restart

I have no clue, but this is the one I'm most excited for because I *think* a student gets a second chance to destroy the elite who hold the power to decide who lives and dies within an oppressive school system.

Pros: TOPTAP AND POPPY!!!!!!! Also, this is what all those GMMTV and Korean shows about crazy schools hinted at, but now Domundi is committing to it. There were so many naked bodies in this, and it's going to be QUEER with so many BL boys with the possibility of making out with each other, yet Tommy is going to hold down the fort for the heteros.

Cons: Grown ass men in school uniforms.

Magic Lover

Three wizards get sent to the human realm to find love in thirty days or they will be turned into animals for eternity.

Pros: First, color-coded wizards! Then, three different stories that revolve around high school enemies, a coffee shop with a mentor and mentee, and a boss and his secretary. My ass is sat! I'm excited for this because I love that Thomas gets to be a little bitch while Jimmy is going to be the mentor who falls in love. Oh, and that ending when Kong's character said if it was between sex or a life as an animal, he was picking that animal life.

Cons: Did you not read there were color-coded GAY wizards?! There are no cons! This is us winning!

HugELhee The Musical

An aspiring musician falls on hard times when his mother becomes ill only for another problem to arrive in the form a wealthy kid trying to get his land.

Pros: It's a musical! I know I hate when a boy sings his feelings in a BL, but starting with the premise of this being a musical changes everything. It's queer. It's camp. It's theater!

Cons: Twins?! I guess.

Thomas x Kong

They had two other series announced: Your Sky of Us which will continue their story from Your Sky with the two other couples in three episodes, and Unknown Lover which is about a boy who goes to New York after being betrayed and gets involved with a bad boy who shows him a whole new world (OF SEX!).

Pros: I think Your Sky of Us was filmed during the filming of Your Sky because those Q's were long, so I'm hoping we can get that soon. I also think these two can do well with high heat, so Unknown Lover seems like it'll be good with them, but that was part of the 2025+ lineup, so it might be a minute before we see it.

Cons: If some fans were in their feelings about Rak wanting sex in Your Sky, I hate to see how they feel with an adult Rak in Your Sky of Us and Kong getting a sex education in Unknown Lover.

Engineering: Crazy in Love

Not much is known except Tutor and Yim will be one of the pairs, but I missed which one (if it was even stated). This was also part of the 2025+ lineup, so we'll see it in 2028. EDIT: Apparently, it's a reboot of the Animal Line (Dinosaur Love) stories, so Lord help us all.

Rak Nee Mai Dai Service

After his reputation is ruined, an actor turns to a reality show only to be partnered with a famous idol who apparently hates the gays.

Pros: I like the plot!

Cons: It's part of the 2025+ lineup, so we will see it in 2029.

GL Series

All that is known is that the company plans to have a GL series, but it is part of the 2025+ lineup, so we will get it in 2030.

DMD Sitcom

It is going to feature the company's entire roster, but I didn't understand what exactly it would be, but knowing Domundi, we will probably get it next month and it'll be like Rose in Da House, which I ain't mad about!

Hope to see these show before 2030!

[snzydarling]

Primrose

link, zelda, implied ze/link ( BOTW / TOTK )

cw: snz kink !! brief mentions of mess, implied chara with kink

notes: hi!!! this one was a lot of fun to write(^_^) im in my totk era again let's see if i finally finish the game. this takes place pre-totk, but a few years after botw. this was inspired by this post when I saw it and went ok reverse that and also by the flower sanctuary in totk I found a few days ago doing the Penn quests !!! I hope u enjoy ( ´∀`) rbs and any tips very welcome!!

It was beautiful. 

Endless rows of flowers. Buds she had only seen in ancient texts, species’ even the royal labs couldn’t get to thrive, all displayed in a stunning show of color. Some, more adapted to the moonlight, were hiding away in their leaves, but they still stood tall. Others, newly discovered, were just beginning to peak through the soil. Zelda was speechless.

Magda didn’t hesitate to fill in the gap, rushing towards her the moment she spotted the princess. “Aren’t they so beautiful?” She asks, flitting about. She stops only to give Link an out-of-place glare. “Be careful with them.” She warns, before flipping back to Zelda, who’s yet to actually register any of it. 

”While the two of you are here, I need some muscle. There’s been such little help.” It’s, sadly, true. Most farmers are focusing their efforts on returning the agriculture to its former state, so there have been so few hands for something like this. As important to the ecosystem as these flowers are, food takes priority. Zelda remembers enough of her lectures to know that much. 

She would love to. This project is hers. But both she and Link had taken the day off from major projects. They’ve spent the day on a relaxing horse ride along quiet roads when Zelda remembered Magda’s gardens about an hour previous, and realized she hadn’t visited in months. She really ought to help, just as an apology for forgetting. 

On the other hand, Link had been seeming a bit tired. He was placed front and center at the monster clearing effort, and it was definitely taking a toll. When she looks over at him, at her right side as always, he’s looking right back with a neutral expression. 

“Would you like to?” Zelda dares to ask, trying her very best not to let any emotion seep into it. They’ve been running into a roadblock where Link struggles with individualistic things. A lot of minor details are still fuzzy for him, but Zelda suspects he hasn't had much time to think about himself anyway. They’re working through it together. 

But to her immense relief, Link nods. And again, before Zelda can say anything, maybe praise for the choice or just simple acknowledgment, she’s cut off. Magda grabs Link’s arm and drags him off in a whirlwind of argumentative noises and a “you just relax, princess!”

There’s not much else to do, so she stays. Maybe not relaxes, because she feels a bit too bad when Link is being put to work, but she finds a nearby stool and sits. Rehabilitation efforts have been successful but slow, and the princess (Queen? The line is still a bit blurred, and she’s not in any rush to clarify it, despite Impa’s nagging.) She’s in charge of everything. Zelda can’t really remember the last time she slept in a bed or house that belonged to her, and the warmth on her back here feels delightful. It looks like a dream. The whole area feels like the royal gardens, with its stone pathways and well-trimmed bushes. If Zelda unfocuses her eyes, watching Link as he hauls bags of soil, it feels like simpler times. Like the Calamity never happened. 

Halfway across the island, Link jerks forward. Does it again. What’s wrong with him- could it be a monster attack? Is he grabbing for a weapon?  Magda, who’s directing him animatedly, pauses and says something Zelda isn’t able to hear. Link waves her off with his free hand and piles another bag onto his shoulders. Stray dirt tumbles down his back, dirtying royal blues. 

Zelda’s hands are shaking. It’s a shock when Link appears near her, still hauling the bags. He looks annoyed and focused. It’s the kind of look he gets in a battle, brow furrowed and shoulders tense. Something must be wrong. It’s a monster attack just like she thought. 

Zelda can’t hide the worry on her face when the expression deepens. They must be closer. His hearing is better than hers- he’s surely listening to the thundering footsteps, war chants in the distance. When he takes in a breath, Zelda’s ready to jump from her seat. He’s about to yell, she’s sure of it. Tell them to run, or duck, or something. Then he jerks forward. Once. Twice. 

Oh. That makes more sense. Her heart’s pounding in her chest. Link straightens up, flipping hair out of his face, and sniffles, looking a little sheepish, but still slightly bothered. They lock eyes, and he smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine when his brows are creased. His face falls a little into a concern she’s too familiar with when she doesn’t move, but her heartbeat is still thundering. She has to swallow past a lump in her throat to talk. 

“Goddess, bless you.” Is what she manages, and it's a relief when his smile comes back. Despite her and many others’ pestering, she’s never been able to get him to sneeze properly. She’s adjusted to his restraint, even though she wishes he would let himself relax. 

Link sets the bags down with a thud a few feet away from her, wiping beads of sweat from his brow. Before she's able to offer him her stool, he sits down right in the grass, smiling at her again. She recently discovered that he has dimples. She observes as he takes a bottle from his belt and drinks. There’s a small scar on his neck, the edge of it just peeking out from his hair. His throat bobs as he drinks. After so long apart, she’s always trying to drink in any detail she can of him. His nose is a little pink, and when he scrunches it again she can’t help but giggle a little bit, because he looks like a wild fox like that. But then he does it again, and his breath gets pitchy, and he wretches away from her in a flurry of motion. 

“h’nGT-! e’nDT-! hi’nGKT-!” She can only watch his back tense with each release, but she’s certain that it can’t feel good. Something must be wrong if he’s sneezing so much. He can’t be sick- they’ve been together for the whole morning, and he’d been fine. He'd slept in as late as he could, eaten his usual heaping for breakfast, gotten the horses ready with his usual care, and hadn’t so much as sniffled for their entire ride. Link isn't sensitive to anything, either, and has never had a reaction to pollen. Could he have been hiding an illness this whole time? How could she-

“nKT - e’NGT-hh! ” Suddenly, Link jerks forward into his lap. He looks up, blinking at the sky as his shoulders tremble, lips parted. His expression crumples again and he jerks back down. “eH’TZCHh-iewh!”

Zelda’s face explodes with heat. 

Hearing something so - natural. So raw, out of Link, put an odd feeling in her stomach. He rights himself, sniffling, and Zelda can’t miss the wetness dripping down his lip before he wipes it off with his sleeve. It must’ve made it worse, because his nose starts twitching and twitching again. Like everything before wasn’t enough to cleanse whatever tickle he has. Zelda’s enamoured watching this silent battle- his breaths are uneven, his eyes squinty, brow furrowed. He looks up at her through his eyelashes and tears his eyes away with a new pink on his cheeks. Even his ears are twitching. He gasps again, finally, because Zelda can’t take this anticipation anymore. 

“ ‘tTZCHh-!   hiA'CHht- i'TZCHhih-!” Seeing his princess’s face must have brought back some kind of etiquette, because these ones are muffled into his elbow. They’re itchy. Needy. Strong enough that he can’t fight them. Zelda feels all tingly. Something must be wrong with both of them. 

“May Hylia bless you.” She says, and prays that he’s too indisposed to recognize whatever emotion is coating her words. “What’s wrong?”

Once again, he waves the concern off, this time with an expression so tickly it makes her own nose itch in sympathy. She wants him to sneeze again. She wants to study every reaction, every twitch in his face, and understand whatever is making her knight unravel like this. What she needs is to get a grip. 

“You’re certain you aren’t sick?” Why is the idea of that enough to make her feel too hot all of a sudden? Would he look just like this? Face flushed, hints of his voice peaking through raspy and low? Zelda must be the sick one. Link shakes his head a little wildly, like he might be able to get rid of the itch with it. Thankfully he doesn’t. Instead, he whines.

“ hI‘iISHHihh-yU! hI’TSCHh -e’TCHhih-! hiH’tZCHh-iew!” Four times, Five. Zelda’s dizzy. Warm in all the wrong places. She’s never seen anything like this from Link. He looks so desperate. He tilts his head back with stray tears tracking down his cheeks, chest heaving, before he sneezes again. Mist sprays down his front, glimmering in the springtime sun, his hands raised but not close enough. There’s warmth between her legs. Every release makes her spine tingle. This isn’t the usual thrill that experiments bring her. Watching him sniffle desperately, pawing at his face, red with irritation and maybe embarrassment, is unraveling something within her. It also allows her to see flecks of yellow covering his hands and tunic. 

“Link, stop!” She yelps, ignoring the part of her that doesn't really want him to stop at all. He freezes, looking at her through red-rimmed eyes. Now is the part where she has to explain herself and seem normal. Get it together. She’s done things much harder- she can say the words sneeze and allergy when referring to Link. 

“You’re, um” She's so, so warm. She clears her throat. “You’re allergic to something here, I think. There are several rare flowers here that you wouldn’t be used to.” Link gives her an owlish blink and she thinks, oh, she’s been caught. He’s too perceptive. But then his facial expression crumbles again and he buries himself in his elbow with a gasp that’s so unrestrained that she can’t think.

“ hyIHT'SHHhih-! ‘iISZHh-! hih - hE'ISHh-iewh!” They’ve taken on a wet quality. His nose is streaming when he comes back up. Hair unkempt and in his eyes. He looks tired. Undone. Natural. Sexy, Purah might say. She’s struck with these sudden, conflicting desires to wash him off and feed him tea, and to watch him unravel with sneeze after sneeze while her hands disappear under her skirt. She’s been away from civilization too long. Thank Hylia she doesn’t need to be much of a princess right now. The royal court would be in shambles. 

The first idea sounds a little more plausible. So she finds Mgda quickly, where she’s kneeling over a tiled bed of soil with her sleeves rolled up. She looks determined. Zelda, not for the first time, is overwhelmingly thankful that somebody so passionate gets to do this work, even if she can’t. 

Magda sends them off with well-wishes for Zelda and a promise to call for more help soon for Link, and the horses are already prepared once she comes back. He’s adjusting the reins and his hair is soaked, plastered to his forehead and dripping wet. He looks over when she comes closer and blinks at her, and he looks so pathetic like that that she just bursts into giggles. It gets worse when he shakes himself off like a dog, probably to make her laugh, and sends droplets splattering around that make the horses whinny with irritation. 

They’re both quiet for a few minutes, until they’re trotting down the path to the stables. Zelda tries to distract herself with the scenery and the rhythmic clack of horseshoes, and it works until Link comes up to her, rubbing his nose on his shoulder. While she’s trying not to think about the implications of that he brings up his right first and rubs a circle around his chest. Sorry. 

Zelda’s not quick enough to hide her frown. She really needs to get back into etiquette lessons. This has been another struggle in this uncharted time of peace. He’s guilty about so many things. Big things, like not being fast enough and remembering her enough, and little things, too. Tearing the champion's tunic in battle and having nightmares and being tired. It hurts her heart. “You can’t help it, link. It isn’t your fault.” She wisely elects not to mention that seeing him like that had awoken new feelings in her. “If it will make you feel better, you could cook me something?” He lights up at that. With a small smile on his face, Zelda can see how his under-eyes crinkle, like he has a headache. Even though he was looking better, his nose is a bit red again, too. It may just be sunburn. Her stomach does not get any sort of feeling of the possibility that he's still itchy. 

She can't hide the noise she makes a few moments later, when a “e'tSZHHhi-!” from behind catches her off guard. Her horse jerks to the side, caught off guard, and it takes a second too long to get her bearings back and fix their course. She tries to cover it up with an only slightly shaky “Goddess, bless you!”A moment later, when the click of horseshoes behind her stops, she tugs the reins of her own mare and chances a glance behind her. 

He's quivering silently, nose pinched in his hand. The sight of it does not bring back that warm and tingly feeling in her stomach. She's very collected when she says “Just let them out, Link. I don't mind,” and prays and prays that he can't sense any ulterior motives. To continue, she does not nearly fall from her horse when he obeys instantly. There must be some knightly manners still left in him. They're lying in wait, Link caught in a desperate, hitchy buildup and Zelda trying to suppress this too sensitive, wanting feeling in her body. His breath finally catches in his throat, whiny and needy, and Zelda nearly shudders. Finally, his body gives in. 

“e’EITZCHh-et’TZCHh’yu-!! hI'tSCHHh! hiA'tTZCHh-ieww!! hi’IDTCHHiew-!” They're back to that itchy and needy quality that makes her head spin. He washed off and should be alright now, but he sounds so allergic. So at mercy to his own body. He aims another needy release towards the grass, almost doubled over. Zelda does not feel any need to close her legs. 

She fumbles for a handkerchief, something to busy her hands and eyes. When she looks back up at him, his face is wet again, stray strands of golden-blond plastered to his cheeks. She hops off the horse and quickly presses whatever fabric she'd managed to come up with into his palm. If he doesn't get himself under control now Zelda doesn't know what will happen to her. 

This close, she can see pollen on his horse's chestnut brown coat. She clicks her tongue. The horses must have been rolling around in the fields. She tells as much to Link, watching him dab at the moisture on his face. She can't help but think about how sensitive he is, especially not when he rubs his nose a little too much and trembles into the fabric with a rapid “ ‘dschh-‘tszhhiew!” Warmth spreads across her stomach, even though she's too hot already. She needs to take off some layers, but she's already in a simple dress. Link will get suspicious if she dunks herself in some nearby water, too. She's trapped. “You both can wash off once we get to the stables.” Link nods and tucks the fabric, now useless and covered in wet spots, into his pocket and takes up the reins with more needy sniffles. 

Zelda has to wipe the sweat from her palms before getting on her own horse. It flicks its ears and throws her a look like it can see right through her, and that's how she knows that she's truly lost it. 

She’s infinitely lucky that a knight traditionally rides and walks behind his princess, because just the sound of another prickly sneeze leaves her white-knuckling the leather reins. If she'd seen it, that jolt of want would've run through her even worse and overwhelmed every too-sensitive nerve ending she had. 

When they make it to the stables, after both too much and not enough sniffling and stray one-off releases, Zelda orders her knight to the lake to bathe and seats herself near the fire. The sun, already setting, lights Link's hair aflame in gold as he leads his mare away. When his shoulders twitch once, twice, and he jerks forward, Zelda most certainly does not feel anything about it.  

[chara-cat5]

lads college au

lads headcannons

this is a college au in a normal modern universe (ours). theres no evols. gender neural mc/reader.

masterlist link

caleb

-childhood friend.

-was your neighbor during elementary school before you moved at the start of middle school

-you have two older brothers (name suggestions are welcome! i'm really bad at names)

-he has a younger sister (this isn't mc) who is around 14-15

-he's play's basketball (like in cannon)

-roommates with gideon

-wants to be a pilot and is getting his basics

-average grades

-extrovert

-lives in dorms

-partly on scholarship for basketball (not a full ride)

-runs on quick and cheep junk usually, but knows how to cook and cooks well!!

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zayne

-started as project partners

-you were passive aggressive at first

-he was just monotone and unbothered

-you have some where between 3-5 siblings with at least one sister.

-he's an only child

-going to be a doctor

-super smart with the bestest of grades

-introvert

-his parents are very supportive

-whiplash seeing zayne (monotone, cold) and his folks (very expressive and warm)

-he lives in a dorm with roomie grayson

-he's on scholarship (full ride)

-mix between healthy meals and quick shit so he can focus on school work

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sylus

-shifty guy

-met him due to the twin's shenanigans

-speaking of the twins, they are his little brothers.

-they're 16-17 in high school.

-sylus comes from a... wealthy family

-parents have never really been around

-he kind of parent to the twins due to this (poor baby :( )

-mephisto is here (no crow erasure!!) he's his pet tho

-treats him more like a bratty child (lol)

-business major (parents said he was going to college so here he is)

-shit grades (not because he's dumb, but because he does not care)

-introvert

-him and the twins live in a bougie apartment their parents own

-parent's do not live with them or visit

-he cooks healthy meals for him and the twins (growing boys need to eat well!)

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xavier

-sleepy little guy

-y'all bonded over food and video games

-you're an older sister to a little brother (12-13)

-he also is an only child

-he's undecided (idk what a hunter equivalent would be help! maybe he could be into space?)

-less then average grades

-pretty smart for someone who sleeps through all his classes

-introvert

-his mom is a strict woman (spooky)

-doesn't really talk to her, but she has cash to burn on him for college apparently (def pressured him to go, even if he wasn't sure what he wanted to do)

-he lives in the dorms with roomie jeremiah

-can sleep through all the noise on his floor (somehow)

-probably plays overwatch or valerent

-will loose tract of time playing video games, not helping his sleeping in class

-burns ramen

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rafayel

-amazing art student (skills!)

-he kind of just adopted you, idk

-you are an only child

-he is an older brother to a little sister named thalia

-she has the same eyes as him, but different hair color (same hair texture tho)

-art major (saaaaame)

-average grades (in academic classes. straight a's in art lol)

-extrovert (but is pretty picky about who he hangs with)

-parents are pretty distant, posh kind of rich

-didn't get to be a messy kid growing up

-has his own apartment with a big fancy bathtub and lots of his works on the wall

-he can cook, but he's lazy, so it's mostly take out unless he feels like it

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some world building i wanted to get down

a little food before more getting together parts cause they take forever. i was playing through story today, but i can probably finish two tomorrow (maybe. don't get your hopes up, loves)

thank you for reading

-chara <3

[bonzirella]

haii hope u dont mind me requesting a yandere rin oneshott??

rin meets the reader due to PURE COINCIDENCE. like the way they met was so specific and the reader is so unlucky, that rin basically has the reader implanted in his mind..

he lowk js stalks the reader and makes no move. until one day he actually does confess and the reader gets scared before he could ever say the words bc of a random ahh spider 💔💔

no i js love crack fics actually i cant take any serious oneshots 😭

Rin’s 72-Step Plan to Win Your Heart (Step 1: Be Your Landing Pillow)

Summary: Itoshi Rin never knew that buying protein shakes would lead to more gains than just muscles. wc: 661

Includes: gender neutral reader, itoshi rin x reader, crack, fluff, spider mention, tw: cucumbers

a/n: LMAOO this concept was just so funny that I had to do it before my other drafts. Thank you anon, this was really fun to write. If anyone wants to req more yandere!bllk x chara fics, go ahead because this is funny

You didn’t mean to trip on a rogue cucumber in the middle of an aisle. 

But you did. 

And you didn’t mean to crash into a stranger analyzing a bottle of Pocari Sweat like it was a nuclear bomb. 

But you did. 

You also didn’t mean for that stranger to be Itoshi Rin, the walking soccer legend, the holder of a thousand fan accounts and a face like a cold, shoujo male lead (a personality like one too). 

And yet, you were now lying face-first on the cold tile floor while Rin stared down at you like you just whispered the coordinates of his soulmate into his ear. “...Fate,” he muttered. 

You didn’t hear what he said, “What??” Rin didn’t respond. He was too busy memorizing the exact curve of your nose and wondering if soulmates could also be clumsy and kind of smell like candy. 

That’s how it started. Coincidence? No. To Rin, it was divine intervention. He never got your name, but it didn’t matter. Rin already had everything he needed. By stalking you for a week straight, conveniently being at the grocery store at the same time you were, he managed to get some photos of you to send to his manager. 

“Find her,” he said with a dead serious look. His manager was afraid he’d gone off the rocker. But he got your Instagram account. Passed out what he saw it. Your username was @soccerenthusiast1010. 10 was his jersey number. “Fate..” he muttered a second time while instantly hitting “follow” from his main account. His manager freaked out. He had a 3 hour meeting with his PR team. Was scolded by everyone representing him. So he made a burner account and followed you on there. 

He watched from 50 feet away, hiding in a bush, as you fought with a vending machine, “So beautiful..” 

He memorized your bus schedule, “So… practical..”

He trailed three train cars behind you just to see if you also preferred the middle seat (you did not).

He once watched you microwave soup in a convenience store microwave for three straight minutes, “So….perfect…” 

He was like a high school girl in love, sighing dreamily at everything you did. Perfectly normal soulmate behavior, right?

Until one day. You were minding your business in the park. Sitting on a bench. Eating your bread. Maybe having a minor existential crisis about taxes. And Rin was behind a bush (once again). 

He had planned this for weeks, practiced his speech. He was going to confess. Today was the day. His teammates glared at him less today—it had to be a sign. He emerged from the bush like a cryptid. Shook the leaves out of his hair. 

“...You dropped this,” he said, holding up a heart-shaped leaf. Dramatic pause. Eye contact. The imaginary fan blowing through his hair. The shoujo lighting. Intense aura. “I love you.” 

“Huh?” 

But before you could even say another word, before you could process that the Itoshi Rin was in front of you, declaring his undying loyalty like a knight in Nike techwear—

A spider crawled up your leg. You screamed. He blinked. You screamed again, running around like a headless chicken. Without a word, Rin tackled you to the ground. In one smooth, borderline romantic motion, he plucked the spider off your leg with his bare hands and gave it the nastiest flick known to mankind. Worse than a Kaiser Impact. The spider was never seen again. 

He glared at the approximate area where it had landed, wishing death upon its bloodline, then turned to you. Dead serious. Eyes locked. “I will kill for you,”

You were pinned under him on the grass, stunned and slightly winded. Some kids started chanting “Kiss, kiss, kiss.”  Rin stood up and offered you a hand. 

You bolted. 

He didn’t move. He just stared at the bench where you’d been sitting, where your bread still lay. “I won’t give up,” he whispered to it.

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[moniqa24]

UTY ANNIVERSARY DAY 1: Favorite Character

(BRO, IT'S BEEN A YEAR???? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN!?)

So, I've been chronically on AO3 for quiiiite a biiiiit and it's come to my attention that there are a lotta good authors on there! So, I figured, what better way to show some appreciation than to sketch out some of my favorite UTY fanfictions that relate to said favorite character God,mywristhurts—.

This isn't really listed in any particular order, because I cannot in good conscience rank them all because I love them for different reasons. A brief review will be given for each story, so I hope you'll indulge me in this unwavering hyperfixation caused by this stupid neural virus who has yet to leave my brain why are they still there—

HERE THEY ARE! (Reviews are at the bottom so you can enjoy the art—)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52638082/chapters/133146358

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55105480/chapters/139718953

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54021868/chapters/136756735

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53578087/chapters/135622678

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56770771/chapters/144328246

(This was not on Ao3, but I added it anyway—)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53950621

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57605017/chapters/146578669

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55715032/chapters/141433246

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52345378/chapters/132417538

CSO: What I enjoyed most about this take is how it deals with the consequences of Clover choosing their life over their mission. It is a conflict of interest for everyone involved, especially themself, and one can only handle that external (and internal) pressure for so long until they finally break.

JiB: Who woulda thought just being a liiiittle bit curious could cause a lot of development for our main cast? It's a fine blend of wholesome family moments and a lot, and I mean a LOT, of dying and Flowey ruining everything. It's honestly been fun trying to see what the domino effect is.

RtF: Slow burn, complex relationships, reconnecting of characters, and the wonder of a new life for two lost, revived souls. This has everything I enjoy out of a story and more. As I am not only a sucker for Kanako and Clover interacting, but also watching friction between characters, how it happened and why, and what eventually leads to something greater down the road. It's a beautiful read <3

DJ: Chara and Clover have a dynamic that is genuinely fun to explore, and I enjoy the banter these two have in this work a lot. They aren't friends yet, buuut, maybe they'll start to grow on each other. As long as Clover's alright with getting their body hosted from time to time—

(CURRENTLY ON HIATUS)

UB: I am a simple person. I see Clover & Kanako, I click—

It fuels my euphoria in ways I can't describe, they're so wholesome ;v; Between this and the lingering tension between Clover and Chujin, and the overarching conflict of interest, I am more than excited to see where this goes >:D

UTDR x DR: Jesus, take the wheel, but, like, what if it did—?

I just remember scrolling through YT and suddenly this came up on recommended and I just remember being baffled by the ending. Now there's a multiverse apparently, when did that happen?

I almost hate how invested I got in this very NOT series, but I find it hilarious out of context, which only makes it better—

Intervention: This one's a rollercoaster, man.

Don't think I've said "ow" in a fanfiction before reading this one. It's more than just Martlet dying, but the buildup to what leads to this point and the brutal aftermath is what makes this so strong for me. It's a dosage of pain, but it's well written, dangit—

SWM: I was close to adding "Calling Out to No One", but this tops it only because its longer, really. And provides a HEAVY DOSAGE of pain. I felt my heart ache like it did first seeing Pacifist, man, it hurt—

I enjoy a lot of DiamondDeputy's takes on the default scenes from all the different routes of UTY (they somehow made the worst scene in the game bearable, how'd they do that—) so this easily climbed to some of my top favorites, I especially love the insight on the journey through Ceroba's perspective, really helps drive that conflict of interest I love a lot.

ASoJ: How bad can housing a murderer of at least fifty people truly be? It's not like they'd have any ulterior motives or anything, noooo, that'd be silly!

It's another story with a conflict of interest. Between Martlet letting her good heart win over reason, and Clover seeing just what their violence has truly caused, it had me waiting for the moment where everything would crash and burn for everyone involved. And boy, did it burn.

(How we have pain in pacifist and wholesomeness in geno is a constant that is beyond me—)

Fo2T: Aand, finally, the story that started it all!

An action packed, fun filled adventure of dubious dealings and chaotic consequences featuring the most dysfunctional trio to ever grace the Underground.

So many developments, story wise, character wise, I ended up binging this story way too fast, and I'm probably gonna have to read it all over again—. I'm excited for it though, Frisk (Chara) and Clover eventually meeting, the memory dilemma getting attention, and Clover f i n a l l y getting their hat back (very important, a staple, really)

It feels like I'm watching a shonen, the way I'm invested in it sometimes. I've screamed over it way too much XD

(The fact that it took 20 chapters to get out of Hotland is honestly hilarious tho—)

If you somehow ended up down here, then I implore you to check these out for yourself, form your own opinions on them, and brace yourself because Blind is VERY long (but very worth it)—

[danieyells]

oh gosh the yandere expressions.... do ALL the charas have yandere expressions or are there just specified people >_< i wanna see them used in the story! and the game files having a yandere expression feels like they just might start leaning heavily to the joseimuke aspect of the game even more

Nope, only Romeo and Subaru have expressions labeled "yandere"! But some characters have yandere adjacent expressions like varying degrees of madness, and several characters have expressions without their eye highlights which really emphasizes some extremity. . . .

@2flowerz [jokingly] asked me to post them all but I did kind of want to go through and post them so let's see who's got some crazier expressions--

Jin - kire (meaning is something like "snapped" or "lost temper" or it might be from 'kirai' meaning 'hate')

how many times do you think he stabbed the guy he's looking at like this? do you think he's still stabbing him to this day?

Tohma - haraguro(meaning "malicious" or "scheming")

:} he's kinda smiling the same way as yandere romeo lol

Kaito - darkhorse (and darkhorse + shadow)

literally my favorite one simply because Kaito is the last person I'd expect to snap. THIS MUST BE LIKE MEGA END STORY. I WANNA SEE KAITO READY TO KILL A MAN. I WANNA SEE HIM SO ANGRY THAT SOMEONE'S THREATENING THE PC HIS BOW ACTUALLY WORKS AND HE PIERCES SOMEONE SQUARE IN THE EYE WITH AN ARROW WITH NO REMORSE. I WANNA SEE HIM DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES LUCA WORRIED.

Luca doesn't have any that are really crazy tbh. so have the one labeled 'yancha'(meaning "naughty" "mischievous" "rascal")

part of me wonders if this is actually going to be like. his twin's expression? I can't imagine Luca pulling some sort of malicious prank. . . .

Alan - kire_02 (see: jin for meaning; 02 because 00 doesn't have the teeth showing.)

note the lack of highlights in the eyes! He's really furious 'u'

Leo - kyoki (meaning: "madness" "insanity" "dangerous weapon")

again, missing highlights. Much less a yandere expression and more of a 'oh my god they're not even gonna be able to identify your body lmao i almost feel bad' expression. . .which can be yandere tbh. tbh anything can be yandere if it's extreme enough.

Sho literally does not have an expression to fit this, in name or otherwise.

Haru also doesn't really have a good one for this, so have the opposite! This expression is more like him at the mercy of a yandere i.e. towa lmao - toraware (meaning: "captive"); you can also have Peekaboo - ookuchi (meaning: "mouth open wide")

Peekaboo's startled me when i first saw it haha

Towa - ikari (meaning: "fury")

we've seen this one in game at least. if you're an anomaly and you see him making this face. . .reconsider what you're doing. maybe get on the floor and grovel and hope for your life. maybe if you're not an anomaly too.

Ren - hinekure (meaning: become twisted; grow bitter)

he looks so smug. . .like he thinks it's funny we've been belittling him all this time, figuring he's useless. . . .

Taiga - choshi (meaning: probably from "choushikoku" meaning "to be caught up in the moment" "to be carried away" "to get cocky")

he's used this one in the game, but i still love it. i love that he's crazy haha

Romeo - yandere

I've shown this one before. It's still amazing. He's still giddy and disgustingly in love. . . . This is the face he makes behind the above Taiga's back once he's finished brutalizing someone who was bothering him. and maybe the face he makes in his head when he sees Kaito.

Ritsu also does not have any extreme expressions lmao

Subaru - yandere

it doesn't feel very yandere until you consider that Subaru would be stressed out by his own extreme adoration. he'd feel bad about his own yandere feelings, this is an accurate expression if you think about it!

Haku - warui (meaning: bad; evil)

this is the "you really put too much faith in me. it was sweet. but stupid." face we'll probably be getting at the end when he's revealed to be the spy and all that. in the meantime, i'd like him to step on someone's neck with this face. please and thank you.

Zenji also doesn't have a fittingly crazy expression.

Edward - sadist

he uses this one in the story i believe, but. . .still. he says he has no interest in hurting humans because their lives are already so short but like. . .what if. . . .

Rui doesn't have a fitting expression

Lyca doesn't have one either. . .but he does have "shitadashi" meaning "tongue out" so I'll show you that because it's a fun one.

thirsty needy puppy--

Yuri - mad

this one is to be expected. It's Yuri after all. Be a good little test subject. It's not like you're going to die or anything. You may just suffer forever!

Jiro has very muted expressions and none of them are really fitting for madness or yandere.

none of the faculty have fitting expressions either haha

BUT YEAH THESE ARE THE MOST YANDERE OR YANDERE ADJACENT EXPRESSIONS a lot of them have them actually. . . .

[blingblong55]

Some love- John Price NSFW

Based on a request:

Price and a gn reader where we walk in on him and he then makes us give him a bj 

A/N: Short smut but I hope I do the request some good ---- GN!Reader, smut, 18+, oral!sex, soft!Price?, established!relationship ----

It was a long day at the base, you were stuck in meetings all day long with Ghost. Lieutenants from all over the base conversing about some issues when Price texts you. 

Office. Now. 

It was a blind game but you excused yourself and went to his office. "Captain?" you walk in after the usual knock. He was sitting there, lights dim as he strokes his cock. "Lock the door and c'mere," his voice raspy and low. You do as told and go to him. Your gaze on his swollen tip when he tugs at your arm. "On your knees, love." He positions himself further from the desk as he watches you lower yourself, your head between his legs as you await his next order. 

"Obedient pet, aren't you little one," he kisses the top of your head, his hand on the back of your head as you part your lips open. His tip teased your tongue and before he told you what to do, your mouth wrapped around his cock. As your head bobbed, his head was thrown back. Grunts and moans cover the air from how good you are making him feel. "Don't stop, darling," he says between heavy moans. You loved it when he would get this horny to the point where he would ask for a blowjob at work. 

"C'mon, don't close your eyes," his voice determined to keep that pretty gaze of yours on him. Your tears ran down as you kept gagging on his cock. The tip of his fat cock hitting the uvula, your drunk stare on his which only causes him to chuckle. "That's it, you're doing a great job darling," he continues his praise. You can feel him beginning to push you faster, at times keeping your head still as he enjoys the feeling and then once more making your head bob. 

His cum leaks through your mouth and throat. Your lips at his shaft as you gag and him. "Oh fucking-....yes my love," he pulls your head back and kisses you. "God you are something," he ushers between kisses. His big strong arms bring you to his legs as he nuzzles his head on your neck. "I love you," his lips once more meeting yours. Your head still spinning and each one of his kisses gives you more and more comfort. "You did well, okay?" His warm hands cupped your face, thumbs caressing the softens of your skin. 

"Just lay on my chest, let me take care of you," his voice softer now. Your lover comes back only when alone and in between the secure four walls. He grabs his jacket and covers you with it. Rough hands become soft as they caress your back and head. You soon close your eyes and rest against him. His breathing soothing you to a short nap. 

A/N: I know you would like this and also im working on your request @anonymuslydumb

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

I'm so sick rn, so gonna drop some sick headcanons for Color Spectrum Duo.

Killer:

Under Nightmare or Chara he always pushed himself through the sickness until he literally collapsed

I think fever would destabilize monster's magic, and there is no better reminder than it for Killer that he's still a monster at his core. Because it happened more than once that he accidentally teleported into the Void while sick

With Color, since his bestie gets upset if he works/does chores when sick he does the next best thing (in his mind) and hides in his wardrobe until the 'danger' is gone

If Delta is over for a visit he's surprisingly clingy with him. He's exclusively clingy with him when he's sick. And it's literally just because Delta registers as the biggest threat in the group, so if he's around him he's untouchable by anyone else

Horror, Dust, and Cross have never once seen him sick, he made sure of that. Because he needed to be the untouchable one between them so they didn't think they could ever do something stupid like running away while he was in charge. It didn't work too well with Dust or Cross, but it worked like a charm for Horror

Killer is usually the one doing most house chores between him and Color, and Color at times has to physically restrain him from doing them when he starts noticing him getting sick (he always notices before Killer. He has 6 kids to take care of, he has a sixth sense for that shit). Killer is the most stubborn about cooking (that's mainly because he likes it, but he'll never admit that)

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Color:

If you think that Color is any better at handling his sicknesses than Killer you're seriously mistaken. He's a parent to the core, his anxiety shoots through the roof if he's unable for whatever reason to take care of others

Killer usually calls over Delta and Epic to take care of him when he's in that state (Cross often tags along) because he has no clue of how to help

His fires get actually hot and dangerous when he's running a fever because his magic goes haywire too. So, as cuddly and clingy as he feels, he can't hug others and that's truly the worst thing

While in the Void he never was suck, so he often associates dark spaces with recovery while ill, so taking care of him often turns into a game of hide and seek

The younger souls get anxious when he's sick, a good way to keep them calm is putting on some cartoons or playing some light-hearted music. Keeping them calm is vital to avoid Color's dad mode from kicking in

Color is the one who gets sick the most among the extended chromatic crew because of his pre-existent physical issues. This does mean that his buddies are the most used to taking care of him, but it also worries them immensely and it means they're often overly careful with him (to the point that he often has to tell them to knock it off)

It sucks to be sick, I hope you’re able to feel better soon! 🙏 🫂

Killer lingering around Delta more than usual must be the biggest sign that bro isn’t feeling well 🙏. Delta probably gotta wrestle bro into resting.

Color getting anxious because he can’t basically hen over someone now feels canon to me 💀. Bro always gotta be moving, always gotta be doing something for someone. I’m very curious to know how “hide and seek” when Color’s sick goes down. Also love the idea that he finds comfort in the dark and dark places when sick, precisely because he never got sick in the Void.

And given that Killer hums to himself canonically, and Integrity is associated with music via those eighth notes, maybe Killer hums and whistles while he does some chores or work nearby and Integrity sings the lyrics for Color and the younger souls when Color is sick.