#M&E Case Study

[dakusan]

W h e r e V a m p i r e ! S K Z L i k e s t o B i t e Y o u

Vampire!SKZ OT8 x Reader | eight fangs. eight fixations. and every filthy way they ruin you where it hurts the most

🔞synopsis: You thought you knew desire. You thought you understood sex. Then they bit you. This isn't love. This is hunger. Worship. Power. A kiss laced with venom. A cock buried in your cunt while your blood runs hot down their chin. Eight vampires. Eight bite locations. Eight ways to lose your mind and beg for more.

💌a/n: Welcome to fucking Wreck Me Wednesdays. This was supposed to be “mini.” Instead I wrote eight vampire sex case files with feeding traits, bite kinks, and full-blown NSFW lore. Somewhere between Chan’s heartbite and Han's “mine mine mine,” I lost the plot and my soul. Some are longer. Some are feral. Some are shorter. All of them ruined me and they shall ruin you too. Read responsibly. Stay hydrated. Stretch your legs. Cry in the bathtub. p.s. reblog = consent to be ruined by a vampire. p.p.s. Tell me who broke you. For science. p.p.p.s. pls enjoy the song :3. i will also get to the asks later today, haven't forgotten!

⚠️ warnings: NSFW / 18+ ONLY — minors will be fed to Minho. This series contains graphic vampire smut and feral content not suitable for the emotionally stable | Bloodplay + feeding during sex | Biting (everywhere) | Obsessive/possessive behavior | Power dynamics (soft dom to unhinged dom) | Crying, overstimulation, choking on moans | Praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink | Fang kinks. Vein kinks. Chest kinks. Thigh kinks. | Oral (receiving + giving), rough sex, soft sex, bubble bath sex, rage sex

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𓆪 BANG CHAN // Abnormal Vampire Obsessed with control. Addicted to your pulse.

🩸PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Neck or heart — where the pulse is loudest. He wants to hear it skip.

💉FEEDING STYLE ‣ Controlled. Lethal. Intimate. ‣ Always timed with orgasm. May edge before bite. ‣ Often restraints you during feeding. Uses voice as a binding tool.

🫀EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Rapid heartbeat. ‣ Dissociation from overstimulation. ‣ Emotional dependency post-bite. ‣ High risk of imprinting.

⚠️PROGNOSIS ‣ Orgasmic blood-loss. ‣ Neck bites mid-thrust = blackout-level pleasure. ‣ Heart bites = ego death. Immediate sobbing. ‣ Lingering soreness + possession marks.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 001 𓆪

"Strip. Slowly."

You're standing in front of him—already trembling, already soaked. He hasn’t touched you. Not yet. Just sits back on the velvet chaise like he’s watching a performance he paid for in centuries. Legs spread. Shirt open. Mouth smiling, fangs peeking. Hands not on you.

Not yet.

You undress like you're unwrapping something forbidden. And his eyes don’t leave your chest. Not even once.

"There," he murmurs when your top hits the floor, voice like silk over blade. "It stutters when you know where I'm going to bite. Do you want it tonight?"

You nod, breathless.

"Words, darling."

"...yes. Please."

It doesn't take long, really it doesn't. Because one second you were putting on a show for him, stripping, peeling layer by later until you were naked and suddenly, you were now laid down on the bed with Chan knelt between your thighs, breathing against your cunt without touching.

With only one single kiss, not touching. Not yet.

"So warm here. You've been aching for me all night, haven't you? Dripping for me. Thinking about how it'll feel when I bite your chest and fuck you until your name melts off your tongue?"

You whimper, nod, hips twitching—but his hands grip your thighs down firm and leans forward, tongue finally moving—not inside you—no, he flicks along your folds. One stroke. One taste. Then stops.

"Mm. You're going to wait for me to bite. I'll have to make you cum with my mouth first."

He eats you out slowly. Sinfully. Like a king savouring dessert before the main course. Fingers spreading you, tongue teasing, lips sucking your clit just barely enough to make your stomach tense. Then he stops. Over and over. Until you're crying, hips grinding, begging.

"Please—Chan, please—fuck—just let me—"

"Let you what?" he says, smiling against your pussy. "Bleed? Break? Cum?"

"Yes—fuck, yes—all of it."

He hums against your cunt like you gave him a goddamn prayer.

"All of it, huh?" He drags his tongue up slowly, catching your clit just to hear the gasp he wrings from your throat. "Then keep those thighs open. Let me earn it."

And he does.

His mouth descends like a curse and a promise, this time not stopping. He licks like he’s reading scripture off your skin. Like he’s memorizing the shape of your moans. Two fingers press in, curling perfectly, while his tongue circles your clit with calculated cruelty. He’s not being sweet—he’s being precise. Every flick, every suck, every curl of his fingers is designed to make your legs tremble and your mind splinter.

“There it is,” he growls into you when your hips start bucking. “So fucking wet, baby. You gonna cum like this? Before I even bite?”

You try to answer. You really do. But it’s already happening. Your stomach tightens, thighs trembling, mouth open on a silent scream as your orgasm crashes down—hot, humiliating, perfect.

He doesn’t stop.

Licks through your orgasm, dragging it out. Groaning low, fingers still thrusting, until you’re gasping, writhing, overstimulated and dripping. Then—finally—he pulls back. Just enough to lift his head.

His mouth is wet. His chin shines with your slick. And his eyes—god, his eyes—are blown wide, black with hunger. “Now you’re ready,” he says, voice darker, lower. “Now you’ll taste right.”

He climbs up your body slowly, kneeing your thighs further apart as he goes. One hand cages your throat—not tight, just present—and the other cups your breast, thumb rubbing lazy circles around your nipple.

And then he leans in. Presses his lips right over your heart. The bite is sudden. Deep.

Your blood floods his mouth, and he moans—moans—like it’s better than sex, like it’s what he’s been starving for. His hips grind against yours as he drinks, hard cock pressing against your folds like a promise. You’re shaking beneath him—your orgasm still echoing, your body pulsing, blood pouring into his mouth like a gift only he deserves.

And then—just when you start to go dizzy—he pulls back. Fangs red. Lips stained. Chest heaving.

“Still with me?” His voice is rough, wrecked with restraint. “Because I’m not done.”

You nod—but barely. Your whole body is trembling, and your vision is hazy, floating from the orgasm and the blood loss and the fact that he bit your fucking heart like it was a fruit he’s waited centuries to taste.

And he’s still fully dressed. Shirt unbuttoned, dark slacks hugging his thighs, belt still on. You’re naked and wrecked and soaked, but he’s untouched. Pressed against you, blood-slick mouth and cock hard against your pussy—but untouched. “Look at me,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down your side, over the bite mark, over your trembling hips. “Look at me while I feed you something else.”

And then he leans back.

Slowly. Casually.

Undoing his belt with one hand, unzipping his pants like he's got all the time in the world. His eyes never leave yours as he slides them down just enough to free himself—his cock thick, flushed dark red, leaking at the tip, veins mapped like sin. You swear it twitches when he sees your thighs shake.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs, wrapping one hand around the base and giving himself a lazy pump. “Open. Dripping. Ruined. And all for me.”

He strokes himself slow, torturing, his fist sliding up over the head and back down, slicking it with precum while his other hand presses down on your lower belly, keeping you there.

“You feel that?” he asks, dragging the head of his cock through your folds. “That’s mine now. This heat. This slick little cunt. Your blood’s still warm inside me and now I’m going to fuck it back into you.”

You sob. Actually sob. Because even just the way he slides against your folds—up and down, dragging over your clit, teasing your entrance—it’s too much.

“Please, Chan,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “I want you inside—I want to feel it—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He lines himself up. Presses the head in just a little. Just enough to make you gasp. “You’ll take it. Every inch. Slow.”

And he means it.

He pushes in inch by devastating inch, watching your face the entire time—watching your mouth fall open, your eyes flutter, your back arch. You feel every ridge, every vein, the stretch of him parting you slowly like he’s carving space for himself where no one else belongs.

“That’s it,” he groans, voice breaking. “So fucking tight.” Another inch. Another. “God, you’re squeezing me like you missed me.”

You cry out. Not from pain. From pleasure. From the overwhelming fullness, from the feel of him dragging along your soaked, overstimulated walls.

He pauses halfway in. Just pauses—hips pressed flush, cock twitching inside you, breath hot against your cheek.

“You want more?” he asks, fangs still out. “Tell me. Tell me how bad you want me to fill you.”

“Please,” you gasp, tears spilling, voice trembling. “I need it—I need you inside—all of you—fuck, Chan, please.”

His hips snap forward. You scream. He bottoms out with one deep thrust, cock buried to the hilt, and the stretch burns so good.

“There,” he grits, grinding slow, deep, merciless. “That’s what I wanted. That fucking clench. That pretty little scream.” He stays buried in you for a moment—deep—just breathing, letting your walls flutter and your cunt adjust to the full stretch of him. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, trying to lock him in, but he just smirks.

And then he starts.

Slow. Precise. The first few thrusts feel like worship—or punishment—dragging out so achingly slow that your body clenches tighter, trying to chase what he won’t give you. His hips roll, grinding into you, the thick weight of him pressing against every oversensitive inch of your soaked, blood-drunk cunt.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he groans, head dropping to your throat as he sets a slow, grinding rhythm. “So fucking warm. So tight. You gonna cry for me again, sweetheart?”

You already are. You’re gasping, eyes glassy, body shaking as he rocks into you with that slow, devastating rhythm. One of his hands cradles your face, the other beside your head, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

And then—he leans in. Mouth dragging across your skin. Kissing your jaw, your cheek, your lips, your throat. Peppering kisses like you’re sacred. His fangs scrape lightly down your neck and you twitch underneath him.

“You like that?” he whispers, lips brushing your ear. “The fangs. The pressure. You want me to bite again, don’t you?”

Your breath stutters. He knows. Of course he knows.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “Not until you cum on my cock. Not until I’m so deep you forget how to speak.”

He picks up the pace now—still controlled, but faster. Harder. The sound of skin slapping, of your soaked cunt swallowing him in, fills the room along with your moans. Your nails drag down his back. Your hips rise to meet his.

“That’s it. Take it, baby. Take all of me. That greedy little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

You nod frantically. “Yes—fuck, yes—made for you, only you—”

He kisses you. Hard. Bruising. Tongue sliding past your lips like he owns your mouth too. And when he pulls back, his eyes are pitch black, fangs still bared, lips red from your blood.

“Say it again.”

“Made for you,” you cry. “Yours. Only yours.”

“Good fucking girl.”

His pace snaps harder now—deep, perfect strokes—one hand gripping your thigh, the other pressed firm against your throat. His body curves over yours, keeping you pinned while he fucks you like he’s staking a claim inside your cunt.

Your legs tighten around him. Your belly coils. You feel your orgasm building—hot and sharp and dizzying.

“You gonna cum again?” he pants, rutting harder now. “Gonna let me feel it? Let me feel that pretty little pussy milk me while I drink from your heart again?”

You sob. You nod. You beg.

“Please, please—bite me—fuck, Chan—please—”

And that’s all it takes. He thrusts deep, one last time, grinding hard against your cervix, and then bites—again—right over your heart.

You cum instantly. Your walls clench so hard around his cock it triggers his own orgasm—thick, hot, flooding you as he groans into your skin, drinking and thrusting and owning you. When he finally pulls back, he’s panting, licking the wound tenderly. Your body’s trembling—soaked, stuffed, claimed—and he just looks down at you like you’re a masterpiece.

Chan leans down, kissing your lips so softly now. "You're mine sweetheart. Bloody, body, soul."

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𓆪 LEE KNOW // Abnormal Vampire Sadist in silk. Devours screams. Fuck-first, feed-later type.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Inner thigh — where you're softest, where you beg hardest.

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Slow. Pain-laced. Erotic. ‣ Often feeds while fucking from behind. ‣ Fingerplay first—he has to feel you fall apart before the bite.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Shaking legs. Sore hips. Oversensitive clit. ‣ Mind-fracture from orgasm + blood loss combination. ‣ Known to cause dehydration, bruising, and uncontrollable sobbing. ‣ Marked behavioral changes: submission, clinginess, obsession.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Orgasm coincides with bite. Scream = trigger. ‣ Thigh bites may cause blackout + limp for 2–3 days. ‣ Post-bite euphoria. Known to whisper “again” while you’re still twitching. ‣ Irreversible addiction risk. Do not engage without safe word.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 002 𓆪

“You’re not gonna cum until I tell you to. Understand?”

His voice is silk-coated steel—low and lethal. You’re on your back, naked, legs spread wide on the silk sheets, with Lee Know fully clothed beside you. Not even undressing. Just watching. Eyes dragging over your soaked cunt like it’s something he owns. Like it exists to be ruined.

You nod, desperate.

“Use your words.” His eyes narrow, lips curling with warning. “If you want my fingers inside you, you’d better earn them.”

“Yes. I understand,” you breathe. “Please—Minho, I need it—”

He hums, finally moving. One hand strokes up your thigh, so gentle it makes you shiver. “So polite,” he murmurs. “And already dripping. All this for me?”

Two fingers press between your folds, parting you slowly. You moan. He doesn’t move fast—he just teases. Up and down, collecting slick. Spreading it messily across your clit before tapping it, sharp and precise.

You jerk. He laughs softly.

“No cumming, sweetheart,” he reminds you, before pushing a finger in.

You moan, clenching instantly. He’s slow at first, curling upward to find that spot, rubbing it deliberately. Then a second finger. Scissoring, stretching. His thumb rubs lazy circles over your clit, but never enough. Never fast.

And when you start to tighten around him, about to tip over—he pulls out.

You scream. He smiles.

“Again,” he says, and starts over. Fingers, curl, rub, drag—stop. Over. And over. By the fourth time, your body’s twitching. Your thighs shake. Your hands are fisting the sheets. “Minho—fuck, please—I’m going to lose it—”

“Good.” He leans over, mouth brushing your ear. “Then maybe you’ll behave.”

He grabs your hips, flips you over in one smooth motion—onto your knees, chest to the sheets. One hand presses between your shoulder blades, forcing your spine into a perfect arch. The other? Slipping down to play with your pussy again.

“You’re so wet baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers back through your folds. “I’ve barely done anything.”

You sob into the sheets. Then you feel it—his tongue. On your inner thigh. Not your pussy. Not yet. Just slow, deliberate licks on the sensitive skin right near your pulse point.

You freeze.

“Oh, did you think I’d forgotten about the bite?” he purrs.

He kisses the skin first. Then bites. His fangs sink in with a sharp, hot pain that melts instantly into pure fucking ecstasy. Your vision goes white. Your arms give out. You cry out, body trembling as blood leaves you in slow, sensual pulses.

And the second his mouth pulls back—

He’s undoing his pants.

You hear the belt unbuckle. The zipper lower. Then feel it—his cock, thick and flushed, dragging through your soaked folds. “You want this?” he asks, voice darker now. “Want to be fucked while your thighs are still bleeding?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—please—”

He slides in.

No warning. No mercy. One smooth, brutal thrust that knocks the air out of you. His hips slam into your ass, cock buried to the hilt, and he groans—deep and guttural—like he just found heaven inside your cunt. “Fuck,” he pants, grabbing your hips with bruising force. “So tight. Still twitching from that bite?”

He doesn’t wait.

He starts moving. Deep, hard thrusts that punch cries from your throat. Your back arches, cheek pressed to the sheets as he fucks you in a perfect rhythm—every stroke hitting exactly where you need him.

And he does not stop.

“Cry for me,” he growls, slapping your ass. “Scream. Let them hear how good I fuck what’s mine.”

You scream. You cry. You babble his name like a prayer.

“That’s right,” he hisses, hips snapping faster. “Fucking perfect.”

You’re gone. Broken. Bleeding. Full. And when your orgasm is close, when you're just about to cum—he doesn’t stop you. “Let go,” he pants. “Give it to me. I want to feel this cunt strangle my cock.”

You do. You collapse, sobbing, shaking, cumming so hard your thighs go limp. But he doesn’t stop.

Minho groans through his teeth and keeps thrusting—fucking you through your orgasm like he’s chasing something deeper. His grip bruises your hips, cock dragging through your soaked, fluttering walls, harder now, rougher.

“You sound so pretty when you break,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “I can feel it. Every pulse. Every squeeze. You're milking my cock like you want me to stay inside forever.”

You whimper, twitching under him, nerves fried, cunt still clenching in aftershocks. Your body is shaking—numb, overstimulated—but he fucks you through it, like you owe him every second.

“I’m close,” he growls, burying himself deep. “Gonna fill you up—fuck, just like this—”

A sharp snap of his hips, one final grind—and then he spills into you with a broken sound, teeth bared, fangs glinting. His cum is hot, thick, flooding your sore cunt as he presses as deep as he can, breathing hard against your spine.

But he’s not done. Not even close.

The second his cock slips free—wet and dripping with both of you—he’s flipping you over again. Your body’s limp, arms trembling, blood drying sticky on your thigh. You can barely focus. Barely breathe.

But you feel him. The press of his mouth. The heat of his breath.

“Still bleeding here,” he murmurs, fingers parting your thigh. “And you’re still so warm.”

He doesn’t give you time to answer before he bites again.

Same thigh. New wound.

You scream—not from pain, but from the crash of sensation. The moment his fangs sink in, your body floods with another unbearable wave. You’re twitching, crying, clenching around nothing—your cunt soaked, still dripping his cum—while he drinks, slow and deep.

Every pull of his mouth makes your stomach tighten. Your hands claw at the sheets. You’re delirious—gone—his mouth on your thigh, blood leaving in perfect rhythm with the mess between your legs.

He moans softly against your skin. Then he pulls back. Lips stained. Fangs gleaming. Blood running down your thigh like a love letter written in ruin.

He crawls over your body, eyes dark and hungry still. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, licking the blood from his lips. “But I’ll let you rest…”

One hand strokes your cheek, surprisingly soft.

“For now.”

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𓆪 SEO CHANGBIN // Normal Vampire Made of muscle, menace, and moans..

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Below the ribs or just above the hipbone

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Possessive. Worshipful. ‣ He growls when he drinks, like it's carnal. ‣ Usually feeds during sex. Leaves deep bruises around the wound from how hard he grips.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Breathless moaning. ‣ Clawing, overstimulated orgasms. ‣ Emotional grounding. Heightened intimacy. ‣ High likelihood of imprinting if bitten more than once.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Feral rut-level fucking. ‣ Bruised hips, shaky legs, blood-drunk sobs. ‣ Bite leaves a phantom heat that spreads like wildfire. ‣ Will absolutely carry you to a bath after and tell you you did so well.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 003 𓆪

You were teasing him. You didn’t mean to—but you were.

The corset was tight. The skirt was short. Your lipstick matched the red of your bite mark from two nights ago. You were only supposed to drop off the file he needed but you knew what the outfit would do to him. What it always did.

And the moment he looked up from his desk and saw you?

All bets were off.

He’s already panting when he slams the door shut behind you. One heartbeat later, you're pinned to the wall—hard. His broad chest flush against your back, his breath already ragged and hot against your ear.

You hear the low, animalistic growl deep in his chest before you feel it—rumbling through you like a warning.

Or a promise.

Because you’re standing there in his office after midnight, wearing nothing but a black lace corset that cups your breasts high, a tiny pleated skirt that barely covers your ass, and delicate panties—thin, sheer, soaked. Stockings, too. Garter belt. Lip gloss still shimmering.

You knew what you were doing.

And so does he.

“Take that shit off,” he growls, voice already thick with bloodlust and need.

You turn—barely—and meet his eyes. They’re black. Fully fucking black.

And you’re soaked.

“Changbin—” you whisper, breath hitching, thighs pressing together. It’s not a protest. It’s a plea.

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t ask. One sharp tug and your corset jerks loose at the back—ripped. Another growl, and your panties are shredded in his hands, lace in tatters. The air hits your bare skin and you whimper.

“You fucking tease,” he snarls, grabbing a handful of your ass. “Walking in here dressed like this? Like a fucking offering?”

You squeak as he grabs you under the thighs and lifts—one arm. Just one arm and you're airborne, slammed back against the wall like you weigh nothing to him.

Because to him? You’re not fragile. You’re his.

His mouth crashes into yours—hot, brutal, claiming. His tongue is deep before you can breathe. Fangs brush your lower lip and nick the skin just enough for blood to bloom, sweet and fresh, and he moans against your mouth.

“You wore this for me?” he growls between kisses. “Fucking knew it. Knew you were trying to get ruined.”

You nod frantically, breathless. “Please—need it—need you—”

Then he drops. To his knees. Fast. Like gravity yanked him straight down. He’s still fully dressed in black slacks, fitted shirt, sleeves rolled up. Muscles bulging, chest heaving, mouth already parted. And you? You’re bare now—corset loosened, panties gone, skirt hiked up around your waist, legs trembling over his shoulders.

Your back hits the cold wall. Your pussy is right at his eye level. And he looks up at you like he’s about to worship you.

Or destroy you.

“Fucking look at you,” he growls, dragging his thumbs up your inner thighs to spread you wider. “You're soaked. All this for me?”

You can’t speak. You nod. His smirk turns feral. “Good.”

He doesn't waist a second, Changbin devours you.

No teasing. No buildup. His tongue dives in like he’s starving—wide and wet, licking through your folds with a brutal, messy hunger that makes you cry out on impact.

“F-fuck—Changbin—”

He groans. Moans into your pussy like it’s his favorite meal, nose buried, chin soaked, lips dragging up your slit again and again until they’re flushed and swollen with your slick. His tongue curls up to your clit—flicks, circles, sucks. Sloppy and relentless.

Then?

He starts making out with it.

No joke. Full mouth. Open, hot, filthy kisses against your cunt—like he’s Frenching your pussy with every ounce of his desperate need. Tongue moving deep inside, then sliding up to wrap around your clit, sucking hard, then soft, then hard again. Over and over.

Your legs are shaking on his shoulders.

He drags one arm around your ass, pressing you closer to his mouth, while his free hand slides two thick fingers inside—curling, fucking, spreading your walls until you're gasping like you’re being split open.

He’s growling into your cunt, fingers pounding, tongue flicking your clit like he’s trying to drag the orgasm out of you with brute force.

“Come on,” he pants between slurps. “Give it to me. Cum on my tongue, baby—now—”

Your scream tears through the room. It breaks you. Your orgasm hits like a punch to the gut—raw, loud, endless. Your whole body locks. Your thighs clamp around his head. Your vision goes black for a second.

And he fucking loves it.

Keeps sucking through it. Fingers still thrusting. His mouth sealing over your clit again as if your climax is what he’s been waiting for all day.

Only when you’re gasping, limp, twitching—only then does he finally rise.

And fuck, he looks good.

Mouth soaked. Chin gleaming. Eyes still black. Fangs bared.

You barely have time to catch your breath before his hands are moving—fast. Belt undone with a sharp snap, pants shoved down, briefs yanked below his thighs. His cock springs free—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. Harder than sin.

You don’t even get a chance. Because suddenly—he lifts you. Again. Effortlessly. Strong arms under your thighs, back slammed against the wall. And this time, he doesn’t wait.

He slams into you.

One thrust—brutal, perfect—and he’s fully inside. Stretching you open. Your head rolls back, mouth open in a soundless scream as your cunt grips him like a vice.

“Fuck—yes,” he snarls against your throat. “That’s it—tight little pussy—knew you could take it.”

He doesn’t stop.

He fucks you into the wall. Rough. Desperate. Fast and deep and relentless. The slap of skin on skin echoes, your moans ricochet off the walls, and his name is the only thing you remember how to say.

“Changbin—Changbin—oh fuck—”

He groans against your skin. “You’re mine.”

And then?

He bites. Hard.

Right into your neck—fangs sinking deep, blood spilling into his mouth like wine from a sacred chalice. You scream, thighs trembling, orgasm threatening again just from the pain, the pressure, the possessive violence of it.

But he’s not done.

He licks the bite. Bites again—your shoulder this time. Then your collarbone. Then your neck again.

Everywhere.

Like he needs you in his mouth, over and over, just to stay grounded. Like drinking you is the only thing keeping him sane. His cock is ruthless inside you—dragging through your soaked walls, pounding harder each time you clench around him.

Your head spins.

He’s drunk on you. Absolutely gone.

“Fucking addictive,” he snarls. “Gonna mark you everywhere. Fill you up. Drain you dry. Fuck—this pussy’s perfect—squeezing me like it wants to bleed.”

Your hands claw at his back. Your nails dig into his shoulders. He loves it. Groans from deep in his chest. Slams into you even harder.

“Take it,” he growls. “Fucking take it. All of it. Don’t you dare stop squeezing me—make me cum, baby.”

You do.

Your orgasm hits again, body seizing, cunt fluttering around his cock like it’s made to wring him dry—and he loses it.

With a guttural snarl, he slams in deep—hips grinding, cock twitching as he spills inside you in heavy, scorching pulses.

But he doesn’t pull out.

Doesn’t move.

Just stays there—cock buried, teeth still scraping your neck, hands fisting in your hair and thigh like you’re the only thing anchoring him to this plane.

He pants. Shudders. Then licks your wounds. Gently. Worshipfully.

“Mine,” he whispers, pressing kisses to every bite mark. “Fucking mine. And I’m never letting go.”

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𓆪 HWANG HYUNJIN // Abnormal Vampire Beauty made ruin. Moans like a prayer. Kisses like a curse.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Pulse points — wrists, neck, inner thighs

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Hypnotic. Addictive. Laced in poetry and pain. ‣ Always bites during orgasm. Sometimes mid-cry. ‣ Tongue traces first. Fangs follow like a kiss you asked for in a dream.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Euphoria-induced sobbing. Clutching, clawing, surrendering. ‣ Heart palpitations, glossy eyes, speech loss ‣ Often left with multiple bite marks in one session—each placed like a secret

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Known to say “You’re mine” while you’re still moaning. ‣ Multiple orgasms expected. Blood + sex high overlap. ‣ Post-bite daze may last hours. Often found still shaking in his arms. ‣ Extreme bond-forming. Danger of becoming his favorite. And never leaving.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 004 𓆪

You feel him before you see him.

That overwhelming stillness, the kind that drowns out thought. Your breath catches—and then there he is, walking in like a vision, black silk shirt half-buttoned, pale chest glistening, golden hair slightly damp like he’s just stepped out of a dream.

Hyunjin doesn't speak at first. He just walks toward you. Barefoot. Soft steps. Eyes fixed on you like you’re the only thing in the world that exists.

And then?

“You wore my favorite,” he murmurs, fingertips brushing the strap of your lace slip. “Ivory. Like fresh canvas.”

His lips ghost over your collarbone. Not a kiss. Not yet.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” he whispers, “all night. What color you’ll bleed for me. What sound you’ll make when I make you fall apart.”

You tremble.

He lifts your chin gently, eyes gleaming obsidian. “Lie back, baby. Let me paint.”

You obey, shivering as you settle onto the bed—bare skin against cool silk, thighs pressed together from sheer need. He doesn’t make you wait long. Just climbs over you slowly, like you’re delicate, precious, sacred.

And then his mouth is on your wrist. Kissing. Worshipping.

“I’ll start here,” he breathes. “Where your pulse is softest.”

The bite is slow. Precise. A sharp flash of heat as his fangs pierce your skin, followed by dizzying pleasure—almost like he’s sipping your soul. He groans, low and ruined, as your blood coats his tongue.

“Mmm… divine,” he whispers against your wrist, pulling back only to let the droplets smear along his lips. “But I want more.”

His hands trail down. One over your breast, teasing your nipple, the other slipping between your thighs.

“You’re soaked,” he hums, licking the blood off his fingers. “Did you get this wet just from the bite?”

You nod. He smiles like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

Then—he spreads you.

Kisses down your body, trailing open-mouthed devotion from your chest to your stomach, thighs, then—

“Oh, fuck—Hyunjin—”

He groans as he reaches your cunt, breathing deep. “So pretty,” he murmurs, “and all mine.” Hyunjin leans in to press a kiss over your clit. Soft. Like the place between your legs is a cathedral and he's repenting with every breath.

His lips brush your folds. Once. Twice. Then his tongue flattens against your clit, slow and wide, dragging up until your hips twitch off the bed.

“Sweet,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed. “So fucking sweet—like nectar, like stars, like sin.”

You moan.

He moans louder.

Because Hyunjin isn’t just eating you out. He’s savoring. Every lick is long and deliberate, every press of his tongue a whispered poem. He swirls around your clit—soft at first, then pointed—then sucks it into his mouth with such aching, focused gentleness you cry out without warning.

“Hyunjin—”

He groans at the sound of his name. The vibration floods through your cunt.

“Say it again,” he whispers against you, then kisses your clit again like it’s your mouth. “Please. Sing for me.”

“Hyunjin—fuck—please—”

You can’t help it. You’re squirming, writhing, lost beneath him. Your thighs tremble around his head but he doesn’t let go. One arm wraps behind your waist, anchoring you to his mouth like he can’t stand the idea of you pulling away.

His tongue starts to move faster—up, down, circle, suck—messy, wet, worshipful.

Slurping sounds fill the air. His own moans grow desperate. He drags you closer, face buried deep, nose pressed against your clit, tongue flicking mercilessly now. Like he’s not kissing anymore—he’s feasting.

You sob.

You’re panting his name like a spell now. Your back arches. Your thighs clamp.

His fingers dig into your skin. His tongue curls up and in. Every noise you make feeds him. Fuels him. Until he’s drunk on it. High on it.

High on you.

When you cum, it’s violent. Like drowning in silk. You clench around nothing, but feel everything. Your body locks. Your mind breaks. Your mouth opens—but nothing comes out.

And Hyunjin just groans. Like your orgasm was inevitable. A masterpiece finished.

He licks you through it. Sucks gently on your clit like he’s coaxing the last bits of your soul out through your cunt. Then another kiss. And another. Until he finally slows, breath ragged, mouth glossy with you.

His eyes rise to meet yours. Black. Dilated. Reverent.

Your breathing’s still erratic. Limbs heavy. The aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you in soft, involuntary flinches. And Hyunjin just watches. Licks his lips, eyes locked on the trembling between your thighs like it’s the final frame of a painting he’s not done signing.

Then? He shifts.

You barely register it until his mouth is on your inner thigh.

Not rushed. Not greedy. Just—gentle. Open-mouthed kisses along the softest part of you. His fangs slide out.

You feel the sharp brush of them ghost over your skin. He drags them softly, so softly, up the inside of your thigh, until your hips twitch from the sheer anticipation.

Then—

The bite.

It’s deep. Precise. His fangs sink into the flesh of your inner thigh like they were made for this—like your body was crafted just for his teeth. The sting is immediate, yes, but it blooms so quickly into pleasure that your head falls back, lips parted in a choked gasp.

Hyunjin groans the moment your blood hits his tongue.

His hands grip your thighs tighter, anchoring you as he drinks. Slow at first. Then deeper. His throat works in soft, rhythmic swallows. You can hear it. The slick sound of him feeding.

And all the while—he moans.

Like he’s tasting divinity. You try to move. He growls. “Stay still.” he breathes against your wound.

He licks the blood as it trails, mouth sticky and stained. Then another kiss. Another bite. This time, just a little higher—closer to where he just worshipped you with his tongue.

You gasp. The pleasure-pain bursts behind your eyes.

“Hyunjin—please—”

He hums your name into your skin. Wipes his mouth on your thigh like a signature. Then finally climbs up your body, hovering above your face. Eyes on your perfect pillowy lips, but he doesn't kiss immediately. He just hovers. Lets you see the blood on his lips—your blood—before whispering: “You’re mine, now. I’ll paint you in bruises and bites."

Then he kisses you.

Tongue deep. Copper-sweet. Blood-warm and you melt. Melt like puddle in his arms. His arms, exactly where you belong.

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 𓆪 HAN JISUNG // Normal Vampire Chaos incarnate. Bites first, thinks later. Addicted to your blood and your moans—equally.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Side of the neck ‣ Also: your chest, your fingers, your thighs—he’s not picky. Just rabid.

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Chaotic, breathless, unrestrained. ‣ Often bites mid-fuck or right after you cum. ‣ Will feed and finger you at the same time, panting into your blood. ‣ Tastes you like he’s making out with your pulse.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Overstimulation. Dizziness. Bite-high. ‣ Orgasms feel drugged—like you're floating underwater. ‣ Can trigger full-body shivers, sobbing, giggles, and collapsing. ‣ Irregular heartbeat post-bite. Known to laugh while you cry.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Bite syncs with his orgasm. ‣ Feeds multiple times in one session—don’t expect to walk. ‣ Cums from your taste. Known to say “I need you again” before he’s even pulled out. ‣ Proceed with caution: addiction is mutual.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 005 𓆪

Han Jisung is already naked.

He wasn’t supposed to be. He was supposed to wait. But the second you walked into his apartment—short skirt, bare thighs, lipgloss still wet—he lost his fucking mind. Clothes gone. Fangs out. The kind of wide, dangerous grin that promised disaster and begged for it, too.

“You’re gonna ride me, yeah?” he pants, back hitting the bed with a thud. “Wanna see your tits bounce while I bite you.”

You swallow. Nod.

“No, no—c’mon,” he grins, already breathless. “Say it. Say you’re gonna ride me like you mean it.”

“I’m gonna ride you, Ji,” you whisper, crawling over him. “So fucking hard.”

“Fuck yes—” His head drops back, eyes fluttering. “My girl.”

You straddle him, feeling his cock hot and thick between your folds. He’s already leaking, already twitching beneath you. Your slick coats him in seconds. But he doesn’t thrust—no, he waits. Lets you drag your hips up and down until you’re both dizzy with it.

And then—you sink down.

“FUCK—” he cries, hands flying to your hips, gripping so tight you’ll bruise. “Shit—so warm—so tight—don’t move—fuck, baby, let me feel you like this—”

But you move anyway.

Start slow. Grinding your hips in circles, milking moans from his throat. He looks wrecked—sweaty, flushed, eyes half-lidded and glowing red. One hand sneaks up to grope your tits. The other stays on your hip, flexing with every grind.

When you start bouncing? He chokes.

“God—fuck—ride me—ride me, baby, please—”

You do.

Faster. Harder. Until your thighs burn and your pussy tightens with each drop. His mouth is everywhere—licking your collarbone, mouthing at your nipples, biting into your neck without warning.

He drinks. Moans into the wound. Licks the blood like it’s the only thing tethering him to earth.

You scream.

Not from pain—from pleasure so sharp it cuts. He pulls back, blood smeared on his lips, gasping like you just fucked the soul out of him. “You taste like heaven,” he whispers. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum—baby, cum with me, ride me until we break—”

You do. Together.

A shared orgasm that hits like a freight train. Your cunt tightens around him in rhythmic spasms, and he holds you through it—groaning, babbling praise, licking blood from your skin while he cums so hard his whole body shudders beneath you.

But he’s not done.

Because your chest is rising and falling—vulnerable, flushed—and he leans up, presses one last kiss between your tits.

Then bites again.

And again.

And again.

Your body’s still trembling. Muscles twitching. Slick and cum sliding down your thighs where he’s still buried deep inside you, twitching with aftershocks.

But Jisung?

He’s laughing.

Low. Breathless. A little too unhinged to be safe.

“You’re still warm,” he pants, lapping at your collarbone like it’s glazed in sugar. “Still fucking clenching around me. You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

You try to answer. You really do. But your brain has melted. Your mouth just opens—gasping—and that’s when he bites again.

Right above your heart.

You scream. Loud and broken. His fangs sink into skin like it’s the only place he belongs—like he can claim you from the inside out. He drinks like you’re water and he’s been parched for centuries. Moans like your blood makes him high. His cock twitches inside you, still half-hard and swelling again.

“Fuck—” he breathes, pulling back, his lips coated crimson. “You’re sweeter here. I knew you would be.”

Then he tilts his head. Looks down.

Sees it.

His cum.

Dripping out of your pussy like melted candlewax. A creamy mess of lust and love and loss of control. “Oh my fucking god,” he groans, manic. “I made you drip like this?”

A pause, a sharp inhale.

“Addicted,” he whispers. “Completely fucking addicted. You don’t even know—baby, I need—”

He bites again. Your shoulder this time. Then the other side of your neck. Then the curve of your breast.

He kisses each one after, messy and frantic, tongue smearing blood and spit across your skin like a mad artist painting his masterpiece.

And then?

He flips you. Again.

Pins you down now, hands on either side of your head, his mouth dragging over your body like he can’t choose where to ruin you next. I want to fuck you again,” he confesses, breath shaking. “Want to stay inside forever. Want to drink until I forget my name.”

“You already did,” you whisper, hoarse.

He grins. Wide. Bloody.

“Good.”

And then he bites again. This time? Your mouth.

Kisses you so hard his fangs nick your lip. Blood trickles in. He licks it up like a shot of liquor, hands gripping your thighs, your ass, your tits—anywhere he can touch.

"I love you. Mine, mine, mine forever."

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𓆪 LEE FELIX // Abnormal Vampire Soft on the surface, deadly underneath. Sleeps in silk, fucks like a fever dream.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Over the heart or the curve of your breast

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Gentle at first. Almost shy. Kisses before teeth. ‣ Feeds while holding you close—rocking, murmuring sweet things into your skin. ‣ But when hunger takes over? He gets lost. Mouth drunk. Eyes glazed. Almost feral.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Full-body shivers. Skin hypersensitive. ‣ Overstimulation from prolonged oral + emotional collapse after the bite. ‣ Heightened affection post-bite—clinginess, sobbing, echo-pleasure. ‣ Bite mark often becomes an erogenous zone.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Dreamwalkers induce trance-like states in partners. Bite can cause mild hallucinations. ‣ Reader may experience floating sensation + blackout orgasms. ‣ Blood-sharing with Felix forms rapid bond. Extremely addictive. ‣ Warning: prolonged exposure may result in crying during aftercare. And begging for more.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 006 𓆪

The penthouse is quiet when you return.

Shoes off. Dress unzipped. Champagne still singing in your veins from the gala. Felix walks in behind you, shrugging off his velvet blazer, golden curls loose around his temples, skin glowing under soft amber lighting.

He looks too good—black silk shirt open at the chest, fangs glinting behind his smile, eyes already darker than they should be. Not hunger. Something else.

Devotion.

"You were perfect tonight," he murmurs, fingers ghosting your waist as he draws you toward the bathroom. “But I didn’t like sharing you.”

Your heartbeat stutters. “You weren’t exactly subtle either,” you whisper, recalling the way his hand had stayed glued to your lower back all evening, lips to your ear at every chance, voice dipped low with possessive undertones. Like you were his prize.

His worship.

His next meal.

Felix chuckles. “No. I wasn’t.”

The tub fills behind you—steaming, lavender-scented, full of white foam and rose petals. His idea, of course. He always did prefer indulgence after restraint.

He helps you in like you’re made of porcelain. Your skin sinks into the warmth with a sigh. Felix climbs in after, settling behind you, legs spread so you’re seated snugly between them. Your back hits his bare chest, and already, you can feel it.

The thrum beneath his skin. The restraint snapping thread by thread.

“You wore that dress to kill me,” he murmurs, mouth against your neck. “Slit up to your hip. No bra. Lace so sheer I could see the curve of your nipples under every chandelier.”

You smile. “And?”

“And now I’m going to take my time with you.”

His hands cup your breasts from behind. Thumbs flicking your nipples. Bubbles cling to his wrists, his forearms. His lips drag up your neck. Soft. Featherlight.

Then sharp.

A kiss first—then a bite.

Fangs sink in, clean and deep, right beneath your jaw. You gasp, head falling back against his shoulder as the pain melts into pleasure. He drinks slow—just a few sips, just enough to make you squirm—and licks the wound clean with a reverent groan.

“So sweet tonight,” he whispers. “You taste like champagne and sin.”

You whimper.

His hands trail lower. One slips down between your thighs, parting you under the water, fingers pressing into your cunt with aching care. The other? Gliding over your thigh, then gripping it, spreading you wider for him.

He doesn’t tease.

Two fingers sink in—slick, hot, stretching you open as the water laps around you. His thumb finds your clit, circles slow and steady. The angle is perfect. Deep. Focused.

"You always take me so well,” he breathes into your skin. “Even when you’re trembling.”

You are. Shaking, helpless, your body already wrung too tight. The bite. The warmth. The way he touches you like he’s composing a symphony.

And then—he pulls you closer.

“Ride me,” he whispers. “Like you did the last time I fed on your heart.”

You whimper. Turn in his arms, straddling him with the water sloshing over the edge. His cock is already hard, flushed, pressed against your stomach as you rise onto your knees.

He watches you. Eyes half-lidded. Blood-drunk.

When you sink down on him—slow, stretching around his thick length—you both moan. Your nails dig into his shoulders. His hands grip your waist like he’s anchoring himself to reality.

“Fuck—baby—you feel like velvet,” he chokes out. “So wet. So fucking warm—”

You start to move.

The rhythm is gentle at first. Slippery skin, heavy breaths, the sound of water shifting with every roll of your hips. Felix bites your shoulder. Then your collarbone. Then lower, tongue lapping blood before it cools, fangs sinking in again like he’s trying to mark every inch.

You're bleeding. You're riding. You're both coming undone.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Dripping for me. Bleeding for me. My perfect little canvas.”

Your orgasm builds like a tide—slow, inevitable. His cock hits all the right places, his hands guiding you faster, his mouth sealing over your throat for one final bite as he moans into your skin.

“Cum for me,” he pants. “Feed me while you fall apart.”

Your whole body tenses—like a wave crashing against fragile glass.

And then it shatters.

You break apart on him with a choked cry, thighs trembling, nails clawing down his back. Your orgasm ripples out in hot, helpless pulses, cunt fluttering around him, blood still seeping slowly from your bitten throat as you collapse forward into his arms.

Felix growls.

The sound vibrates through his chest, deep and guttural—feral with need. His mouth seals tighter around your neck, and he drinks as you shake through your climax. Every pull of his lips sends fresh aftershocks rolling through you. You're twitching, overstimulated, undone.

“That's it,” he whispers, lips stained, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “That’s my angel. Give me everything.”

He swallows every drop like he needs it to survive. Like your pleasure is the only thing that can keep him sane.

When he finally releases your throat, his tongue traces the wound—gentle now, reverent, like he’s kissing the holiest part of you. Blood paints his chin. His cock still buried inside you, twitching, heavy, throbbing.

Then—he lifts his head.

You see it in his face. The complete loss of control. His pupils blown wide, lips red, hair clinging to his temples in damp, golden waves. His hands clutch your waist again—and he thrusts up once, hard, a broken moan escaping his throat.

“Oh—fuck—” he gasps. “I’m gonna—”

You’re still pulsing around him. Still warm, wet, perfect.

He buries himself deeper, spilling into you with a low, desperate groan. His mouth finds yours mid-release, kissing you like he’s tasting eternity. Tongue slick with blood and love. You’re breathless, trembling, still locked together in the cooling water—and only then does he speak again. Softly. Against your lips.

“You’re divine.”

You smile weakly, forehead to his. “So are you.”

Felix brushes a petal from your shoulder. One last kiss to your jaw. One last whispered truth, low and sacred:

“I’d bleed for you too.”

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𓆪 KIM SEUNGMIN // Normal Vampire The gentleman with a scalpel smile. Clinical precision. Calculated hunger.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Inner arm — intimate, exposed, and close to your heart. ‣ Sometimes the chest or side of your ribs

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Calm. Measured. Strategic. ‣ He plans his bites—timed, placed, controlled. ‣ Often feeds during emotional peaks—after soft sobs, laughter, confessions, or sex. ‣ Gentle on the surface, but watch closely: there’s a dangerous edge underneath.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Heart rate spike followed by unusual stillness. ‣ Floating sensation. Hallucination-like euphoria. ‣ Skin hypersensitivity for hours after. ‣ Develops strong dependency on his praise and attention.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Low-risk externally—but internally, you’ll never forget the way he says your name. ‣ Prolonged feeding can induce dreamlike sedation or emotional bonding states. ‣ Known to leave almost invisible marks—but you feel them for days. ‣ Vulnerability spike: tendency to confess secrets or cry in his arms after.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 007 𓆪

You hadn’t spoken in over an hour.

Not since the fight.

Not since he said, “Maybe if you didn’t run every time we got too close, I wouldn’t have to wonder if you actually want this.”

You’d slammed the door to the bedroom. Now you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of his shirts, staring at the wall like it’s going to offer answers. It doesn’t.

The air is tight. Tense. Like everything’s been coiled too long.

Then—you hear his footsteps.

And suddenly, he’s there.

Seungmin doesn’t speak. Doesn’t shout. He just walks over, grabs your jaw with cold fingers, and tilts your head up.

“You want to be left alone?” he asks quietly. “Or do you want me to make you feel something again?”

Your breath stutters. That look in his eyes—sharp, calculating, barely restrained—isn’t the usual teasing calm.

This is something else.

You whisper, “Make me.”

And just like that—he snaps.

You’re pushed back against the bed. His body cages yours, knees on either side of your hips, hands pinning your wrists above your head. You gasp, arching—but he doesn’t give you time to speak.

“I hate fighting with you,” he growls, voice low and lethal. “You know that?”

You nod, breathless.

“But you push me. You always push. And then you run, and I let you. But not tonight.”

His lips crash to yours—angry, desperate, hungry. You kiss back just as hard, teeth clashing, tongues twisting. Seungmin bites your lip—draws blood. Licks it up like you’re wine and he’s parched. “Take it off,” he demands, tugging at the shirt. You pull it over your head, baring yourself to him completely and his eyes darken.

His eyes scan your body like he owns it. Like he's earned it. Then—he lets go.

Just releases your wrists and leans back, chest heaving. You blink, confused, but he only settles onto the mattress, dark hair mussed. One arm folded behind his head. The other gestures lazily down his own body.

“Take your panties off.”

You hesitate.

He raises a brow. “Now.”

You obey.

Silently, you slide the soft lace down your thighs, aware of how his gaze never leaves your center. You think—maybe—he wants you to straddle his face. Let him taste the slick that’s already gathering between your legs.

But Seungmin has other plans.

“Turn around,” he murmurs. “Back to me.”

You do, breath catching.

“On your knees. Over my chest.”

And that’s when it hits you.

You’re not riding his mouth. He’s placing you above him, facing the length of his body, and when you obey—when your hands brace on the bed and your knees sink beside his ribs—he shifts both of you down.

So now he’s under you. And your soaked pussy is right above his mouth. But his cock? Hard. Heavy. Inches from your face.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he growls. “And keep it open while I ruin you.”

You barely have time to whimper before his hands are gripping your hips, dragging your pussy down to his mouth. His tongue licks one long stripe through your folds before his fangs sink into the plush of your thigh with no warning, no restraint.

You cry out.

But then—you moan.

Because his mouth is everywhere. Kissing. Biting. Tongue fucking you while blood still runs hot against his lips. He’s feeding and pleasuring, starving and devout all at once.

And you?

You finally do what he told you.

Shaky hands pulling down his grey sweatpants and his briefs, his cock springing out, hard, leaking, throbbing.

You lean forward. Wrap one hand around the base of his cock. The other balances on his thigh. And then—you sink your mouth over him, slow at first, tongue pressing to the underside of the thick, pulsing length that jerks the moment you moan around it.

He groans.

Deep in his throat. A growl of praise.

“Just like that,” he breathes against your cunt. “Take it all, baby. Feed me while I fuck your throat.”

You do.

Mouth stuffed full of his cock, your hips rocking over his face as he feasts between your thighs like you’re the cure to every craving. His tongue works in circles—then flicks. His fingers dig into your ass, spreading you wider, holding you still when your thighs start shaking.

You’re dripping. Gagging. Gasping for air.

And Seungmin? He never lets up. Every time your mouth slides down over his length, he rewards you with another harsh suck, another bite to your thigh, another moan against your clit that sends you reeling.

Until you’re both right there.

Teetering. Desperate. Drenched in sweat, saliva, and blood.

Then—his cock throbs. Your walls flutter. Your body clenches around nothing as the orgasm explodes from your spine, rolling over you like a wave of fire.

Your juices soak his mouth. He drinks. Groaning. Devouring. Never stopping.

Your body trembles through the high and just as you release his cock from your mouth, gasping, your hand wraps around his base again, stroking him once, twice before he finally cums. All over your chest. Your mouth which you made sure to keep open. Your tongue.

Seungmin is panting, eyes dark, lips red, blood dripping from his mouth like wine and he licks your inner thigh again. "Feel better now?" he asks hoarsely.

You collapse sideways onto the mattress, dizzy and dazed. "Fuck you," you whisper.

He smirks.

"You already did. But unless you want more, I'm happy to oblige~"

𓆩 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𓆪 YANG JEONGIN // Normal (Evolving Abnormal) Vampire The sweet boy with the sharpest bite. Addicted to affection. Dangerous when starved.

🩸 PREFERRED BITE LOCATION ‣ Shoulder blade, inner thigh & lower back

💉 FEEDING STYLE ‣ Emotional. Impulsive. Clingy. ‣ Bites happen mid-kiss, mid-moan, mid-breakdown. ‣ Never feeds clean—always leaves marks. ‣ Mouthy. Sloppy. Overwhelmed. Often doesn’t stop until you pull him off.

🫀 EFFECT ON SUBJECT ‣ Heavy euphoria followed by crashing neediness. ‣ Breathing becomes erratic. Limbs tremble. ‣ Intense emotional projection—feels what you feel, tenfold. ‣ Causes your body to crave touch long after the bite ends.

⚠️ PROGNOSIS ‣ Unpredictable: safest when loved, most lethal when rejected. ‣ High risk for overfeeding during sex due to overstimulation. ‣ Known to whimper while drinking. ‣ Will worship you for hours afterward like he’s trying to say sorry with every kiss.

𓆩 CASE STUDY 008 𓆪

You’re still wearing it.

That lingerie set—the one in soft wine-red lace, delicate enough to tear, pretty enough to drive him feral. It’s sheer over your chest, satin at the waist, and trimmed in ribbon. You’d worn it as a surprise. You didn’t expect him to unravel like this.

Jeongin stares at you from the mattress, already shirtless, eyes darkened and jaw clenched. He looks dazed. Hungry. Like he’s been trying not to lose control all night and now he’s at his limit.

“I’m not taking it off,” he says hoarsely, reaching for you. “It’s too perfect. Too hot. Just—ride me like that.”

Your breath catches.

You crawl into his lap slowly, knees bracketing his hips, arms wrapping around his shoulders. His hands grip your thighs, sliding up the sheer lace with reverence and a tremble. Then his mouth is on you—kissing down your neck, biting gently at first, tongue soothing the sting. But that’s not what he really wants.

“I need it,” he whispers. “Please. Let me bite.”

You nod.

He doesn’t hesitate. Sinks his fangs into the swell of your breast just above the lace, groaning low as your blood hits his tongue. You moan at the feeling of the heat rush that floods your body. Your hips grind down on instinct. He grips you tighter, hips twitching beneath yours.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling back with blood smeared at the corner of his lips. “You taste so good.”

You rock against him again. He’s hard already, pressing against your center through thin layers. Your pace quickens as you straddle him, grinding down in search of friction, your moans growing louder with every pass.

And then—he thrusts up once, twice, desperately, through his boxers, trying to meet you. It’s messy. Uncontrolled.

“Take me out,” he pants. “I—I need—please—”

You reach between you, freeing him from his briefs. His cock is flushed, heavy, leaking against your hand. He bucks into your touch, then holds your hips steady while you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto him—inch by inch, lace still clinging to your skin.

His head drops back against the pillow with a moan so wrecked it doesn’t sound human. “You feel… fuck… you feel unreal.”

You start to move.

Slow at first—steady rolls of your hips, his hands roaming every inch of you he can reach. His fangs flash again as he watches you bounce, lace framing your curves, blood still drying on your chest.

“I can’t—can’t hold back,” he grits out. “Need to bite again—need to feel you everywhere.”

You nod, too lost in pleasure to form words.

This time, he bites your shoulder. Then your neck. Then your breast again through the fabric, enough to tear the lace slightly. Each time, his tongue follows, soothing the sting with a worshipful lick before he moans against your skin.

You’re shaking. Close. So close.

“Jeongin—”

“I know, baby," he growls—but this time, there’s a rasp in his throat. A dark edge. A thirst not just for you—but for what’s inside you. What feeds him.

Then—he snaps.

Jeongin bucks up into you with renewed force, rough and desperate, the rhythm turning messy and fast. One hand clutches your hip, guiding your motion, the other lands sharp against your ass—slap.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Take it. Ride it. Don’t you dare stop.”

You try to answer, but your voice breaks. He’s deep, hard, relentless. The blood loss, the overstimulation, the lace chafing just so—it’s too much, and still not enough.

Then he sinks his fangs into you again.

Lower this time—just above your heart. A claim. A feeding. His moan is filthy against your skin as he drinks, hips slamming up with each pull from your vein. His lips seal to the bite like it’s sacred, tongue swiping the spill before it stains.

You feel yourself tipping, unraveling—body jerking, walls fluttering around him. He groans, hands digging into your ass, holding you in place as his thrusts become erratic.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants, blood-slicked lips against your breast. “I could drink you dry. Fill you up. Fuck—don’t stop—don’t stop.”

You don’t. Your body moves on instinct—legs trembling, hands clutching at his chest, your moans dissolving into shattered gasps as you ride him harder, faster, deeper.

He fucks up into you like he’s chasing something primal—like he’s on the edge of breaking, of shifting into something unholy. His grip on your hips bruises. His jaw is clenched tight. He’s staring at you like you’re divinity draped in lingerie and blood.

“Fucking—cum,” he snaps, voice cracking. “Let me feel you.”

And then—you do.

It hits like a flood, your whole body locking around him, head thrown back as the orgasm rips through you. You cry out, shaking, grinding down on him as your walls clench and flutter and milk him mercilessly.

Jeongin loses it.

He growls—a sound feral, needy—and slaps your ass again, rougher this time, then grabs your waist and slams up into you with sharp, punishing thrusts. No rhythm now. Just desperation. His cock drags along every swollen, overstimulated nerve inside you as he chases his own climax, jaw clenched, breath ragged.

“Fucking—tight—fuck, I’m gonna—”

Another slap. Another thrust. His fangs flash again like he’s tempted to bite one last time, but instead he buries his face in your chest, breathing you in like you’re oxygen. His fingers sink into your thighs, holding you down as he spills into you with a deep, guttural groan.

His entire body jerks.

Once. Twice.

Then stillness.

His grip softens—only a little. His face stays pressed against your skin, your blood still drying against his lips. His cock twitches inside you, aftershocks making your thighs tremble from where you’re still seated on him.

He finally breathes. Hoarse. Like he’d forgotten how.

“…mine,” he whispers. Like a prayer. Like a vow.

🏷️ taglist: @cybergracie , @jupitermarss , @basicginn , @dhvnigvil , @emkvlixsx , @collin-thegreat , @somuchpanicverylittledisco

[cin-cant-donate-blood]

Ever wanted to know how to pronounce the name of our favorite Ur copper merchant, Ea-nāṣir? If you haven't looked it up, I can almost guarantee that you are saying it wrong, but fret not. I will share the secret with you (or at least the buest guess modern experts have).

The reconstruction of how to pronounce his name currently looks like this in the IPA:

[e.a.ˈnaː.t͡sʼiʁ]

If that looks daunting, keep reading.

While Ea-nāṣir may be remembered to us as a Sumerian, he did not speak Sumerian. The Sumerian language was all but extinct in his day, and Sumerians now spoke an unrelated language called Akkadian.

The infamous complaint tablets are written in Akkadian Cuneiform, which is a complicated writing system that it is difficult to figure out the pronunciation of after the fact. Pronunciations have shifted considerably during the time that modern people have studied it. All the same, we have a "buest guess" at pronunciation.

The first thing to note is that Akkadian has phonemic vowel quantity, which is a fancy way if saying that the length of a vowel is really important. Ea-nāṣir's name has four vowels, and three are short and one is long. The long one is the A with a bar on top (called a macron, pronounced MACK-ron or MAKE-ron). If you see that symbol in other languages it is probably also a long vowel (you'll see this in Arabic, Latin, and many other languages).

This also tells us where to stress the word. While Akkadian has somewhat complicated rules for stress, Ea-nāṣir's case is simple: stress the syllable with the long vowel.

The vowels themselves are the vowels you would find in Spanish, Japanese or Swahili: the E is closest to the English vowel in dress, the As are between trap and palm, just like Spanish gato, and the I is somewhere around sheep or fear.

So far, intuitively, you're probably pronouncing it something like "e-a-NAW-sir", which is getting closer to the accurate idea, but we haven't looked at the consonants yet, and unfortunately they are the hardest parts (for an English speaker).

The N is just a regular N. This isn't too surprising since N is one of the single most common sounds across all spoken languages (perhaps only beaten by M).

The R, while contested among scholars, seems to be leaning towards a "back R" or "guttural R", the way French people and some Germans do it.

That leaves the ṣ. Oh boy. It is, first of all, an affricate, like the Z in pizza. "e-a-NAAT-sir" would as such be a good try. It is, however, also something called an ejective, which is a notoriously tricky type of consonant where you block the airflow while saying it, only to release it immediately after.

You know the T-dropping that some brits do, or the way you rapidly close off air flow at the back of your throat when saying ah-ah-ah (and perhaps wagging your finger)? Try putting an air release like that right after the ts sound. If the closest you get is "e-a-NAT-suh-ir" then you are already doing a good job.

If you are a perfectionist, here is an old youtube video of a person making the noise, with decent audio.

And that's it, really. That is a complete breakdown of the best guess we have at how Ea-nāṣir's name would have been pronounced.

[beenreidingaboutyou]

When I'm Down on My Knees, You're How I Pray

who? Spencer x afab! reader

content warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ content, unholy use of bible verses, inaccurate use of religious themes, oral (m), fingering (f), reader has hair that can be pulled, mention of religious trauma, Jesus Reid, please let me know if I've missed anything else!

a/n: Believe it or not, I actually toned down the blasphemy in this fic. Huge thank you to @minswriting for answering my 20 million questions about this because I've never written smut before and that's the majority of what she does. (Also she came up with the title, it's a Lana lyric)

thank you to @cafekitsune for the MDNI divider and @saradika-graphics for the stained glass divider

word count: 1.3k

You’ve spent your adult life avoiding anything related to church and religion. Growing up in an overly religious household and being forced to attend church services twice a week, in addition to the Bible study and choir practice, meant that anything related to religion left a bad taste in your mouth. While you’ve never outright mentioned this to Hotch, he seemed to pick up on it and respected your wishes, never sending you to interview priests or visit cathedrals that had been the scene of a crime. At least, until he had respected your wishes until this case. He paired you with Spencer and sent you both to investigate an older crime scene at a nearby church. Despite your best efforts, you were unable to weasel out of your assignment, so here you were, stuck thinking about the fact that you were going to church with the one person you’d always been attracted to since joining the BAU.

You were oddly quiet as the two of you walked through the building

“So, what are your thoughts?” Spencer asks, breaking the silence.

“Being here brings back all of the religious trauma I endured as a kid and you looking like Jesus is certainly not helping.”

You see Spencer furrow his brows in confusion, his gaze shifting from the church to you, “I-I’m sorry, did you just say I look like Jesus?” 

“Yeah, I did. Except you’d be the one I’d get on my knees for,” you say teasingly, shooting a wink in his direction.

He chokes on air, “e-excuse me?”

“Anyways, let’s go check out the confessional,” you reply, wanting to get out of the church as soon as possible.

As you step into the cramped confessional, you can feel Reid close behind you. You can feel the effect your teasing remark had on him as his bulge presses against your back, though you’re sure the action is unintentional on his part. 

You turn to face him and glance down at the tent his pants, “do you want some help with that?”

His face flushes, “w-what?”

“Shhh, let me take care of you,” you mumble as you get down on your knees in front of him. 

You hear his breath hitch in his throat as you undo his belt. You quickly unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down and leaving him in his boxers. You palm his bulge and glance up at him, “Looks like you enjoyed the idea of me worshipping your cock.”

He whimpers and nods. You slowly pull his boxers down, freeing his length. He whimpers as you run your thumb over his tip, collecting the leaking precum. “You like that, baby?” you ask, looking up at him. 

He nods his head pathetically in response. You bite your lip and wrap your hand around his length, giving a few experimental tugs. The sound of his whimpers went straight to your cunt, leaving you desperate to hear more.

“My heart is glad and my tongue rejoices, Psalm 16:9” you recited before you slowly lick the underside of his cock, going from the base to the tip. You can’t help but smirk slightly at the moan that escapes his mouth. You wrap your lips around him, only taking a little more than the tip into your mouth. You look up at him as you swirl your tongue around his length, loving the way he’s reacting to your teasing. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks down at you, enjoying the view, but clearly wanting more. You slowly take more of him into your mouth and you feel him tangle his fingers in your hair as he lets out a loud moan. You keep going until he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly. Spencer gently caressed your hair, a subtle way of telling you to be careful.

You start to bob your head, going at a teasingly slow pace, savoring the moans and whimpers that he lets out. You hollow out your cheeks around him and he groans in response, bucking his hips slightly. You pick up your pace as he grips your hair, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He groans and uses your hair to guide you, forcing you to go faster. You moan around his length and something in him snaps. He holds your head still and starts bucking his hips, thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag each time he hits the back of your throat. You look up at him with tears in your eyes, loving the sight of him with his head thrown back and mouth open. He moaned your name so prettily, the sound echoing around the church.

You feel his cock twitch and he starts to pull out, but you grab his hips and hold him in place. He cums with a loud groan, shooting his seed down your throat. You eagerly swallow his load before leaning back, a trail of spit and cum. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you stand up. You can’t resist the urge to wink and say, “Amen” 

He takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a rough, needy kiss. His tongue slips past your lips and he groans at the taste of himself on your tongue. His hands move down to your thighs and he picks you up, placing you on the prayer ledge without breaking the kiss. 

“From the fruit of their lips people are filled with good things and the work of their hands brings them reward, Proverbs 12:14,” Spencer whispers in your ear as his hands slowly trail under your skirt, his fingers tracing your thighs as they get closer to your core. You moan softly as his fingers brush against your panties and he starts pressing open mouth kisses to the side of your neck. You let your head fall back, giving him more room to kiss and suck on your neck and collarbones. He smirks and gently sucks a mark on your pulse point as he pushes your panties to the side.

“You’re so wet, angel,” Spencer murmured against your skin. “Did you get all worked up using your mouth on me?” 

You whimper quietly as he uses one of his fingers to spread your wetness around. He doesn’t tease you for long, within moments you feel the tip of his finger brushing against your clit. You moan in response, his touch sending sparks all over your body. He begins to gently rub your clit in a circular motion, working you slowly.

You gasp loudly when he slips one of his fingers inside you, his long, slender finger reaching far deeper than yours ever could. He slowly pumps his finger in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before adding a second finger. His pace increases and he curls his fingers, brushing against your g-spot. You moan his name, causing him to pick up speed. 

“Does that feel good, angel?” Spence asked lowly, watching the way you fell apart under his touch.

 “Uh-huh, so good, Spence”

He smirks as you clench around his fingers. His thumb moves to rub your clit as he continues thrusting his fingers. 

“You gonna cum for me?” 

“Yes, yes, ohhh god.” You moan loudly, shaking as you let go, your thighs squeezing around him. 

“I wanna be inside you, angel,” Spencer mumbled, pushing your skirt up. 

You nod and lift your hips to make it easier for him. You can hear a low moan slip from his mouth when he exposes the lacy panties you’re wearing that day. He hooks his fingers in the waistband to pull them down, but gets interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

He reluctantly answers the call, “Reid.” 

You listen quietly as he speaks, trying to get your breathing back to normal. He hangs up the phone and pouts, “Hotch wants us back at the station.”

“I gathered,” you mumble as he steps back, giving you room to stand up and fix your skirt.

“If you want, you can come by my hotel room later? Finish what we started?” He offers as he pulls up his pants.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

[angelsfics]

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter fic recs

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[thatonetargaryen]

Pretty in Pink

Ambessa x Reader

Part Two of: Pretty in Pink

Synopsis: Fear of the unknown weighs heavily on your mind as you are captured and taken by the enemy’s ruthless General—Ambessa Medarda. You are sure you will be destined for a life of pain and humility. You are pleasantly surprised, however, when you find out the General simply likes to see you pretty in pink.

cw; afab!reader; princess!reader; reader is drunk; mentions of alcohol consumption; not proofread; Ambessa being a lil infatuated with you; men and minors dni

Special thanks to @hell0-ki55y for original prompt. Hope you enjoy 🎀

Taglist:

@fruitfulfashion

@m-281

@ivorydevil

@lostintimeandmusic

@trizxyp

@pearldaisy

@sunnyvoodka

@ricejucie

@5675nnnnn245

……

The blaring sun was high in the sky as you practically stumbled off the ship. You squinted your eyes as you placed a hand over your eyes.

The fact that you were drunk off your ass was obvious to everyone watching. You reeked of ale and your hair was in a tangled mess. The guard escorting you off the ship kept a safe distance—in case you decided to throw up yesterday’s remains.

You and your three ladies-in-waiting finished three full bottle of Noxian ale that you stole from the top deck. Not knowing when you’d see each other again—you decided that you all would share one last drink. Well…more than a drink.

Despite the searing headache and vertigo you had—signs of a major hangover—for once in days, the last thing on your mind was where you were and why you were here. Right now, all you needed was a cold shower, a cup of hot tea, and a warm, comfortable bed.

Ambessa watched you from a distance as you stumbled off the ship. News from the guards that three bottles of ale were missing was brought to her in the wee hours of the morning. Now, the culprit—or culprits—were clear to her as they all drunkly attempted to hold themselves up. She didn’t know whether to be offended, angry, confused, or just plain amused. Or maybe all of the above.

One thing became clear to her through—pink was definitely your color. The light pink dress you wore complimented your skin and your e/c eyes. Your h/c hair, though messy and tangled, flowed down your back as your light skirts blew in the wind. The soft pink that tinted your cheeks added more fuel to her fire as she continued to study you. Maybe she could make them pink for an entirely different reason…

She shook her head, her grey coils moving effortlessly with her head as she tried to shake those thoughts from her head. She gestured to one her many servants waiting for her command. “See to it that she has comfortable quarters. Get her a bath…she desperately needs it.”

The servant nodded grimly. They walked over to you as you practically leaned on the guard beside you. She grabbed your forearm and pulled you towards her, “Please follow me, m’lady. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

You looked at her for a moment. A belch came from the depths of your throat, and you laughed as you held your chest. The servant grimaced and turned on her heel, not waiting for you to follow her.

You continued to quietly laugh as you were led into the castle by the servant. You studied it in awe as you gazed upon the intricate details and carvings of stone imbedded into it. Your castle was not even a quarter of its size. If it were grand from the outside—imagine how it looked on the inside.

You continued to looked at it as you mumbled under your breath, “Gods….”

…..

You could hear the servant in front of you audibly huff as you struggled to follow her. She was mumbling something inaudible, but you couldn’t make it out. Instead, you stared at the many hallways you passed in awe.

The hallways varied in colors—but they were limited to crimson, gold, and hints of silver. They were adorned in various paintings, statues, and sheer drapes with thick golden rope. There were hollow mannequins of armor, which scared the shit out of you when you first saw it when you walked in.

You stopped when you got to one painting after climbing a ridiculous mountain of stairs. It was one of the woman who took you, Ambessa Medarda. Behind her stood what had seemed like a younger version of herself, a young woman with dark brown kinky hair braided into a bun with striking green eyes. Beside her stood a young man slightly taller than her with short tendrils of black coils and full lips.

You stared at the picture for a moment, studying it, before slurring to the servant—“Who’s that?”

The servant stopped her hasty walking, and turned to you. With a mix of annoyance and hesitation, she walked over to you and looked at the painting you were talking about. She pursed her lips before speaking.

“It’s her lady with her two children, Kino and Mel Medarda. The painting was done years ago….”

You stared at it in awe, connecting the dots in your mind. “And where are they now?”

The servant was broken from her trance as she looked back at you and shook her head. “It would do you good not to pry in her lady’s business. Come on, you reek of ale.”

…..

The next few hours were a blur for you. You vaguely remember being thrown into a hot bath, being scrubbed from head to toe—even under your fingernails—and your hair being detangled, washed, and brushed. You remember your freshly washed and dried hair being braided into a loose braid down your back. A sheer nightgown was put onto your nude body, and they finally let you sleep.

The bed was like sleeping on clouds. It was luxurious compared to the one you had used on the ship. That hard, stiff mattress was long forgotten as you sunk into the cool, silk sheets. With a sigh, you were out like a light.

You woke up a few hours later. You yawned as you stretched your limbs and hummed as you took the time to appreciate the best sleep you had in days. You rubbed your eyes and breathed in the lavender lotion they smothered onto your body.

The door to your chambers was abruptly opened as a servant made their way into your room. No knocking, no ‘May I come in?’…..They just bombarded into your room.

Then again….this wasn’t really your room.

In her hand was a plethora of extravagant dresses. They practically engulfed her frame as she struggled to hold them, and she looked over the mountain of dresses to look at you.

“May I put these on your bed?”, she said, breathing heavily.

You shot up from the bed and made room for the dresses, “Of course. Help me help you.”

You took some of the dresses from her hand and carefully placed them on the bed. You stared at them in awe. Each one had a different design, some lighter than others, while some were heavier and more delicate than others. But they all had one thing in common.

They were all pink.

You looked to your right as the servant set the rest of the pink dresses down. “Who are all these dresses for?”

She gestured towards you. “They’re for you, m’lady. From her lady Medarda.”

Confusion made its way onto your face. Dresses? For you? And why are they all pink?

The servant broke you from your thoughts, “The lady Medarda wants to see you for tea. I’ll help you get on a robe and such.”

Your heart dropped at her words. The last person you wanted to see was that woman. You toyed with the cuffs of your nightgown as you spoke softly, “Now? Well, let me get ready and I’ll…”

“There’s no need. She said just the robe is fine.”

You grimaced, not feeling comfortable at being in her presence with just a robe and sheer nightgown. The servant threw the robe over your shoulders, and led you towards , or what you assumed to be, Ambessa’s quarters.

When you got there, there were no guards stationed at her door. The servant knocked and announced her and your presence through the grand double doors.

“Come in.”

The servant pushed open the doors. It was dark outside by now, and the only source of light in the room was the fireplace. The chamber itself was grand, grander than any you’d ever seen. It was probably twice as big as the one you were given, and the bed was huge and adorned with gold and crimson silks. Despite that, it looked as if hadn’t been slept in.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you entered the room. Ambessa Medarda sat at an intricately carved wooden table near the fireplace. She was adorned in a sheer crimson robe and you quickly darted your vision to avoid the sight of her visibly large chest. Her grey coils fell down her shoulders as she looked towards the servant. “Leave us”, she said sternly, leaving no room for argument. The servant slightly curtsied before scurrying out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Now it was just the two of you. The tension in the room was thick, and the fire did little to prevent sweat from collecting on your brow.

Ambessa gestured towards the char opposite from her, “Why don’t you sit, child?”

You sighed as you walked over to the chair. You took a hesitant seat as you studied the contents on the table. There were two porcelain tea cups that sat prettily on the table. In between the two sat a kettle. Ambessa leaned over the table and poured you a cup of tea, “This should help with the hangover.”

You froze at the mention of the hangover. How’d she know you were drunk? Stupid question. Everyone knew you were drunk earlier today, and the remnants of your hangover still weighed heavy in your mind as your head slightly spun. Your cheeks reddened at the mention of it, and you struggled to find your words. Instead, you muttered a small ‘Thank you’.

Ambessa chuckled at your reaction. She leaned back in her seat as she sipped her own tea. She set down the cup and looked towards you, “You know…if I were captured by an enemy—the last thing I’d think to do would be to get drunk. Stupid drunk at that.”

You stayed silent as she continued to speak, “And to steal not one—but three bottles of ale and think we wouldn’t notice. Bold, little one.”

You continued to stay silent as you took in her words. You slightly shook your head as you looked into your lap. “You wouldn’t understand….”

Ambessa’s grin faltered as she barely heard your words. “What?”

You looked up, but not into her face. “My ladies in waiting took the ale from the top deck and for that I apologize. But the fact that we got drunk, I cannot. I have known those ladies for as long as I can remember, and with everything that’s going on…we didn’t know if we’d see each other again. So we decided to have one last one with each other….the ale wasn’t really planned, though.”

Ambessa hummed as she poured another cup of tea. “Hm…How sentimental…..”

She looked up at you, her golden eyes burning into your face. “…but that ale is expensive, what if I had decided to punish you for it?”.

You looked her in the eyes right back. “Then it would’ve been worth it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. She looked as if she were searching for something in your gaze. Finally, you looked back down at your now cold tea as you took another sip.

“I wouldn’t have brought them here, y’know…”, Ambessa muttered softly.

You furrowed your brows, not catching her words, “Hmph?”

She spoke louder, her voice taking up the room, “I wouldn’t have brought those ladies here if I would not have let you see them. I brought them to be of company to you. Why would I bring them if not for you? I have enough servants kissing my arse already….”

You sat back, surprised at her words, though you ignored the last part. You nodded at her words as a small smile graced your lips at the gesture. “I appreciate that….”

She stared in awe at your soft smile, and bit the inside of her cheek as she nervously stirred her tea. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt like this about, well….anyone. She cleared her throat, “Did you like the dresses?”

You nodded. “They were very beautiful and, well….pink. Why are you doing all of this for me? My ladies, the beautiful room….and now the dresses. I love it all, but….”

You looked at her, and the moonlight from the window illuminated her face. She spoke softly, softer than you expected her to, “Princess, I didn’t bring you here for the intentions of hurting you, as you might’ve already concluded. The circumstances are…tragic, being given away to save you and your kingdom. But the main reason I wanted you was for a distraction. An escape from everything. The court, the nobles, the endless amount of work that I have yet to attend to, the wars, the treaties….it’s a lot. And it’s taken me years to admit that to myself. Now that I’ve finally faced the music and realized that it is all too much, I decided to take you in. I need someone to care for, someone to worry about not because I have to but because I want to. Someone to…dote on, to put it into simple terms. You’re a princess, after all, you should be used to it.”

Her words left you speechless. You felt a mixture of relief knowing you would be safe and not tourtured—but slightly confused on what being ‘doted’ on meant. You were a princess, yes, but being doted on by one of the richest women in the world was an entirely different thing.

You ran your hands over your thighs, now feeling a little more comfortable knowing her intentions. “So you’re basically going to pamper me?”.

She smiled at your words, “It’s more to it than being pampered, child. All of your needs will be taken care of, and anything you want I’ll try my best to get. Of course, you’ll need to carry yourself accordingly in front of the court and at gatherings—otherwise, I don’t ask much of you.”

You thought back on the elaborate dresses she bought for you, and you couldn’t help but ask, “Why pink?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she drunk the last of the tea, “Why not?”

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The next few weeks were more than pleasant. You had become accustomed to your new life rather quickly. The constant pampering and gifts—who at first you thought were annoying—were now something you looked forward to. Dare say, even expected.

You had also gotten used to court life in Noxus. There was always something new, with rumors and gossip spreading like wildfire. The hottest topic seemed to be you at the moment.

The pretty princess ,Y/N, from a small, unknown kingdom—taken from her home as a sign of peace between Noxus and Castile. No one knows what Ambessa really uses you for, but every time they saw you, you were adorned in a beautiful pink gown and jewels worth whole manors. Whether the gown be simple and light, or daring and elegant—you never failed to look gorgeous.

The nobles didn’t really like you at first, not seeing much gain in becoming your ally. However, when you and Ambessa were once spotted having tea in the gardens, it seemed as if everyone wanted to become your friend. You gave them all tight lipped smiles and short greetings—knowing their true intentions.

Your relationship with Ambessa grew as well. The two of you would talk over breakfast or lunch, sharing the latest talk in court. As she got to know you better, you opened up about your past, and in turn, started rambling about her son Kino. Sometimes, you had to tune out her words and simply admire the structure of her face as her brows furrowed on the topic of her son. When she called you out on it, you denied it with a heavy blush on your face.

Your ladies started to notice the small thing you had for Ambessa, and started to tease you every chance they got. They’d make small jokes, or bump your shoulder when they caught you watching her train. You denied the allegations to no end, but you both knew there was something deeper than what was spoken.

One thing that couldn’t be denied was the blossoming of something new. Something that would last for years to come, and you both looked forward to it.

Your tough, sweet General, and her beautiful princess—pretty in pink.

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Hope you enjoyed. 🎀

I need ideas 🙏🏾

[zolass]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 02 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

Decided to finish chapter 2 as well, because I'm not sure how much energy I'll have tomorrow. I hope that it doesn't feel rushed.

content warnings: a gun and breaking in. 1.2k words

Hours passed since M/n sat down and looked over the case files again, his once styled H/c hair was now disheveled by the many times he had run his hand through it in annoyance and frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose as tiredness settled in, but he can’t possibly stop now.

E/c eyes glanced at the empty glass, but he couldn’t drink more of it and keep going– the risk of overlooking important details was not worth it. At least not for M/n if he wanted to catch these people.

He stood up and stalked into the kitchen, deciding on something that would keep his stomach satisfied for a while. Just as M/n got everything he needed, he was interrupted by a ringtone from his phone, which he grabbed from his back pocket. The screen was lit up with a call of an unknown number, which made M/N frown, but he still picked it up, the only sound coming through was the typing of a keyboard. 

The person was typing fast, M/n noticed. He leaned against the kitchen counter, waiting if the other person would speak first, and give him a hint of who they were. But nothing, the typing continued as if the call wasn’t started by the other person. “Hello?” M/n spoke up, and suddenly the typing slowed down, yet didn’t stop. “Mr. Howard– it’s nice to finally be talking to you myself– usually Adrian–” the person on the other end stopped themselves, a giggle followed– it was someone M/n didn’t know, “Oops– slip of a tongue~ anyways usually I get informed if someone snoops around–” there was a short pause, “I have to say it’s really admirable how– organized you are with the files but it’s not an option to share it– so I’ll take what’s rightfully not yours to share,” suddenly a gut wrenching feeling churned inside of M/n’s stomach.

With the phone at his ears, he took precise steps towards his study, grabbing the gun that hung snug in its holster by his pants. Standing out of view of the inside of his office, he tried to listen to any anomalies in his study. The typing that never ceased penetrated his ear, just as M/n heard a faint “Now,” did he push the half open door, further open with his arms raised and loaded gun in a tight grip, ready to shoot. 

Yet all he saw was that his desk was a sudden mess with some papers drenched in liquor, but his eyes fell on the shadow that made its way out of his, now open, window. “Fuck–” M/N cursed as he dashed to the window, but as he leaned out of it the figure was already at the ground running into the next best alley.

“Thanks for the cooperation– hope to talk to you again, so don’t make it easy or boring~” the voice from the other side chirped, before the call was cut off. Hot boiling anger surged through M/N’s veins, his grip tightened around the gun before he grabbed the phone from his pocket in which he shoved it before going in his study. The screen was black, making him grind his teeth trying not to let the anger take over. 

Shoving the phone back into his back pocket, M/n turned around and walked over to the mahogany desk, and as his eyes fell on it the anger seemed to take new heights. Papers were missing, not only from his newest case but also one of the drawers was open in which he kept the case files of one specific group, a mafia that had their fingers dipped into a lot of crimes. 

M/n doesn’t have the chance to link any of the crimes together and back to the mafia, but he– hell everyone knew that there were multiple corrupted groups out there fighting for power, to rule. But with the corruption even in his own area of work, it was basically impossible with everyone paid to shut up– or made to never speak.

But exactly those case files were gone.

Gritting his teeth, the anger boiled over. With a swift motion he grabbed the empty glass bottle, and in the same heartbeat the sound of shattering glass was heard as M/N threw the bottle against the wall. His hands were balled into fists as he stared at the wall furious, before his attention landed back on the table in hopes of finding anything that was still useful for him and the case. 

Finding absolutely nothing useful, as the other papers were drenched in alcohol where basic information. Closing his eyes, M/n took a few deep breaths, until he remembered that one specific name was said on call– Adrian. 

The next morning, M/n parked his car in front of the large high end tower, which belonged to none other than Adrian Sinclair. Getting out, closing the door rather harshly– which he might regret later– M/n stepped foot into the building, making his way quickly to the front desk, there sat a woman who typed away at the keyboard, “Is Mr. Sinclair in the building today?” he asked. 

With the focus of the woman now on him, “He is, but you need an appointment– hey!” M/n only listened so far, before he stalked over to the elevators, getting in one that was about to close, as he heard hasty footsteps behind him. “Stop!” the woman screeched, but before she reached the elevator it closed. 

Turning around, M/n only raised an eyebrow as he saw the two people occupying the elevator beside him, eyeing him.

Adrian looked up as the doors to his office were pushed open with force, he was about to say something about how he could simply fire whoever thought they could just burst into his office, but the words got stuck in his throat as the one person– man walked in with whom he didn't mind. 

“M/n what an honor to see you so soon–” Adrian spoke, but as he saw the look on the man’s face he shut up, but the excitement swirled in his stomach. M/n slammed his hands on the desk, that stood between them leaning forward, e/c eyes stared into the green ones of the lawyer. “Already so desperate to send someone to break into my home, to steal case files?” M/n asked, voice laced with barely contained rage.

Adrian frowned at those words, “What do you mean?” “I mean that you first let some random call me to distract me– while another clown breaks into my office– god don’t act fucking stupid, he literally brought up your name,” his voice was surprisingly held low, as his body trembled with tension. 

“I know you have a lot of shit under your shoes– I wouldn’t be surprised if you hired someone to do this–” Adrian suddenly stood up, “Are you okay?” he suddenly asked and for a moment threw the other off. M/N licked his lips, as he let out a scoff, “Oh now you’re worried?” “I didn’t hire anyone– I swear,” there was a tension between them, but not one Adrian would’ve liked.

“Forget it,” with those words turned M/n on his heel and walked back out, while Adrian stood there, quite dumbfounded by what occurred just now, before he gritted his teeth and sat back down, “Seems like I have more to do, today.”

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Apr 2nd

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1. hi!! i think this falls under ITMF: I was wondering if you may know any fics where the people of Gusu/Gusu Lan watched LWJ grow up and so when WWX come to Cloud Recesses, they watch them fall in love. It can be compliant or divergence.

I’m not sure if this is exactly what they were requesting for 1, but the following fics have people realizing that Lan Zhan and Wei Ying like each other and/or feature family members & friends teasing Lan Zhan about liking Wei Ying during the CR arc:

All According to Plan by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, Cloud recess days, Post-Canon)

forces of attraction by bleuett (M, 20k, WangXian, SongXiao, Romantic Comedy, of sorts, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, au where wwx was raised by BSSR, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, Accidental Marriage, Sharing a Bed, everyone's gay uncles sl and xxc, secret matchmaker lxc, Fluff, No War AU, Hand Jobs, lwj's fight flight or fuck instincts, the inherent horniness of sword fighting, Happy Ending)

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

Just Say Yes Series by edenwolfie (T/M, 338k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR, Engagement, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It)

Pigtail Pulling by protos_metazu_ison (G, 3k, WangXian, Fluff and Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)

🔒There’s fire in him (in me) by luckymoonly (M, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, getting together early, No Sunshot Campaign, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Fluff and Smut, Horny Teenagers, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Smut (Top LWJ/Bottom WWX), Falling In Love, courting, WWX and NHS are BFF, First Time)

tiny gentians by humancorn (G, 1k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Age Regression/De-Aging, De-Aged WWX, he's like 5, Fluff, Pre-Slash)

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2. Are there any fics where Jiang Cheng actually focuses on Wei Wuxian's mental health and try to help him? That'd be sweet. Please let me and please and thank you😁 @yasssbassss

❤️ For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Canon Divergence, Asexual JC, First Time, Getting Together, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, [Podfic] Cold read of For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by kisahawklin, Для нас обоих (И время лишь бумажная луна) (Russian translation) by nomuad)

I think these might work for 2 (they at least showcase Jiang Cheng’s concern for Wei Ying and helping him as much as he can):

a life without sun by thankgodforpandas (T, 30k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Mutual Pining)

🔒Blur the Edges of Memory by geethr75 (T, 53k, WangXian, JC centric, Good brother JC, Post canon, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, No golden core transfer, Sect Leader WWX, Hopeful Ending, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Hopeful Ending)

if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fix-It, somewhat of a case fic, Heaven Official’s Blessing inspired gods & ghosts, No Spoilers for Heaven Official’s Blessing, Mild Alcohol Abuse, Mental Health Issues, WWX is not in a great place for a lot of this fic, He Gets Better Though!, this fic is all about learning to give yourself the help you give others tbh, Baby LJY, recovery fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

The Threads of Fate by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 176k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Good Uncle LQR, Protective LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pining LWJ, WWX in WWX’s Body, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Oblivious WWX, Siblings JC & WWX, Supportive JYL, Protective NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comic Book Science)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) jc focusing in wwx health, "a mother's love" by FirefliesNLightningBugs on ao3 has partial Golden core (and general poor health) reveal post sunshot and jc being an awkward protective supportive bean

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3. Recommend me to some one sided love, like someone like wei wuxian but he's dating lan wangji (vice versa) but they don't break up @lanwuxian0725

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4. For intmf: an emotional hurt/comfort fic where lwj is the one being hurt and getting comforted. I'm totally happy with there also be a physical injury aspect, I just really want a fic where lan zhan's emotions are key. Thanks! @landofvinesandmonoliths

🔒 the anteroom of golden age by everythingispoetry (M, 92k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Disability, Recovery, Mental Health Issues, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Families of Choice, Developing Relationship)

🧡 Sustenance of the Soul OR Five Times Lan Wangji Refused to Eat and One Time Wei Wuxian Convinced Him To by InTheGreySpaces (E, 9k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Pining, Eating Disorders, LWJ Has an Eating Disorder, and WWX is going to help him get past it, Inedia, Inedia used in the wrong way, LWJ's 33 Lashes Punishment, referenced as the cause of his eating problems, Submissive LWJ, Sort of?)

A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 21k, WangXian, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Sex in the cold springs, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Ethical Dilemmas, Ethical Edging, Risk Aware Consensual Patience, Edgeplay sort of, Happy Ending, [Podfic] A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by kalakirya)

A Study in Comfort by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, no plot just vibes, POV LWJ)

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s), [Podfic of] And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene by AuntieIroh)

i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 20k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Sickfic, Getting Together, [Podfic of] i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by exmanhater)

🔒 Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, those two are so in love it hurts, Happy Ending, extreme fluff, Hurt/Comfort, badass LXC, Canon-Typical Violence, top LWJ, Bottom LWJ)

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death, [Podfic] Cold read of “what builds a home” by Stratisphyre by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai))

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5. Hello!

Itmf funny modern shapeshift fics 🤗

Thank you!

🔒Attempt the Impawsible by Reverie (cl410) (T, 5k, WangXian, Animal Transformation, Modern with Magic, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, nielan, Happy Ending)

🔒💖 blue-ribbon bunny by cicer (G, 15k, wangxian, modern, shapeshifting, supernatural elements, fluff & humor)

The Peanut Butter Jar AU series by ScarlettStorm (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Fox WWX, animal rescuer LWJ, Minor pining, major shenanigans, Comedy, Smut, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Adhd WWX, Blowjobs, Frottage, switch rights, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, courtship via kittens, Pacific Northwest setting, Established Relationship, not just fox wwx but also foxboy wwx, petting, both platonic and sexual, Scent Kink, mildly telepathic sex, Blowjobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Some A/B/O Dynamics, but in a non a/b/o world, No mpreg, yes self-lubrication, switch rights, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Playing Possum by DizziDreams (T, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack, animal shifter wwx)

stray cat strut by ScarlettStorm (E, 54k, WangXian, No War AU, the world’s least mysterious casefic, Cat WWX, followed by catboy WWX, Comedy, Shenanigans, comedy shenanigans, Slow Burn, a disgusting amount of magically necessary forehead smooches, switch rights)

What a Difference a Ray Makes by miffmiff, Yoo_im_finally_writing (T, 7k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, WWX is a Little Shit, JC is So Done, LWJ Suffers in Aquatic Silence, involuntary animal transformation, Biology Inaccuracies, Cursed LWJ, Ridiculous Bonding Rituals, also dragon shapeshifters exist in this AU, wildly alternating povs, Attempt at Humor, Crack)

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6. Hello!!! Just saw a fanart by benevolenterrancy were wwx teases lwj about getting a kiss and them being dumbfounded at actually being kissed and am now Yearning for a fic like that, please 🙏 (I would love if it was canon setting/pre-relationship but honestly anything with the same premise would be great) @pinsluke

pale shadows of forgotten names by Chrononautical (T, 56k, wangxian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Good Sibling LXC, Badass LXC, He gets there in the end it just takes a while, Not particularly JGY friendly, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Canon-Typical Behavior, Unresolved Sexual Tension, the universal fear of growing up to become one of your parents, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives AU, Except WN but he’s very polite, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, Imprisonment, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not between wangxian, Drunk LWJ, to lighten the mood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Traumatized WWX, though he will not admit it, Taking time to heal, canon-typical communication skills) Wei Ying teases Lan Zhan into kissing him after their arranged marriage in the first chapter of pale shadows of forgotten names but Wei Ying laughs off the kiss so I’m not sure if that’s quite what they are looking for.

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7. itmf a fic about a glow up of some sort, can be canon or any other AU! can be either lwj or wwx glowing up

From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, CSSR Lives, Madam Lan Lives, Qingheng-jun Lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Baoshan-sanren is a Badass, Cangse-sanre is a Badass, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR) There is a gap and then WY returns to cr

For 7 There was a fic where WY saw lz after a certain period of absence and lz was on a motorbike and was trying to impress WY. He even saved him from assault and gave a lift from Caiyi. There were additional details when fighting wens who captured dragons etc Sorry, can't give the exact name or link. But that was definitely a glow up

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) twelve moons and a fortnight has a glow up moment on ao3. Also if I remember right rise of divine oracle by blak salt (ffnet & ao3) also has it, tho first rec has a more specific 'get glam'd up for an event' sequence

Rise of the Divine Oracle by BlakSalt (T, 291k, WangXian, Boy Love, Hurt/Comfort, Romance)

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8. I have a weird request for a fic so I've been rewatching winx club so do you know any fic where there's a crossover between winx club and MDZS

Your love gives me Wings by SaiaiSaiko (M, 27k, WangXian, WWX Lives, MXY Lives, Winx Club Fusion, Enchantix Form, Sirenix From Winx Club, Believix From Winx Club, Fairy WWX, Witch WWX, Curses, Bad Health through Curses, Spiritual Tools are Pixies, Accelerated Aging, older looking WWX, Fairy NHS, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, WWX in WWX’s Body, JZX Lives, NMJ Lives, JYL Lives, The following tags contain spoilers, Evil JGS, Trans MXY, Self-Discovery, Misgendering, Victim JGY, Curse Breaking)

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9. First off thank you for everything you do ♥️ y'all out here doing the lords work 🥲🙏 this is my first itmf request since I found this blog hehe but anyways: looking for fics where lan zhan first kisses wei ying under the tree scene but wei ying actually uncovers his eyes and things unravel from there? 🤭 the more explicit the better but down for any rating. No modern settings pls and thank you ♥️ @queenofangts

Stolen kisses, shy maidens by naqaashi (E, 5k, WangXian, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Phoenix Mountain Night Hunt Competition, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Soft WangXian, Minor XuanLi, Awkward JZX, JZX Tries, Supportive JYL, Good Sibling JYL, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mutual Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, YLLZ WWX, WWX's Dubiously Self-Lubricating Asshole, Marathon Sex, First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, WangXian in Love, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Maybe A Little Plot, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, BAMF JYL)

Within a forest dark by danegen (E, 12k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, Phoenix Mountain Night Hunt Competition, post-Burial Mounds trauma, wwx's cnc kink, only dub con at the beginning)

Wei Ying doesn’t uncover his eyes during the kiss but learns soon after that Lan Zhan was the one who kissed him in Advisable Lan rules and other shenanigans, Nonsense does the trick, the breaking of your soul (upon my lips), There’s A Molester On The Loose At Phoenix Mountain!!, & To see with eyes unclouded

💖🔒Advisable Lan rules and other shenanigans by apathyinreverie (G, 4k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, fix-it, humor, drunk LWJ, smitten LWJ, soft WWX, possessive LWJ, gusu lan rules, drunk shenanigans, fluff)  

Nonsense Does the Trick by septune (E, 4k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, Consensual Sex, Praise Kink, if u squint, PWP, emotional smut, Spit As Lube, Getting Together, Fix-It of Sorts, First Time, Light Dom/sub)

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by sunsandships (M, 40k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Golden Core Reveal, Happy Ending)

There’s A Molester On The Loose At Phoenix Mountain!! by sweetlolixo (G, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Fluff, Romance, Wangxian happy ending)

To see with eyes unclouded by Mianlong (M, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, Sad LWJ, Sad WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Everybody Lives, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Anxiety, POV Multiple, Depression, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, YZY Bashing, JFM Bashing, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, Good Uncle LQR, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, Slow Burn)

Not While by You, I Stand and Hum by StitchNLich (GallifreyanAtHearts) (E, 37k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Golden Core Reveal, Emotional Constipation, Getting Together, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Fix-It)

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10. For itmf, id love fics where lqr finds out that lwj is the shameless freak and wei ying is the more innocent one please! @stormblessed95

🔒Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, Shameless LWJ, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian's version of it Scheming NHS, POV NHS)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) Lan Qiren walks in on Lan Zhan having sex with Wei Ying in chapter 45

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11. do you know any fics like a home under construction by cheekybrunette, where sizhui feels like his relationship with lwj and/or wwx will change following wwx coming back from the dead?

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12. Hey I’m itmf bratty/whiny/clingy Wei Ying and Lan Zhan taking care of him @mxiwpno

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13. I'm in the mood for monster!wangxian in the same flavor as Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking and Phantom Leashes by mondengel ^^

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14. hiii any fics where wwx goes back to gusu with lwj in his first life? @ashxi-wx

gone with the silence by SpeedingCheetah (M, 63k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Self-Harm, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, POV LWJ, WangXian-centric, Golden Core Reveal, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WangXian Adopt LSZ, Ambiguous/Open Ending, a sorta-kinda-maybe fix it story, WWX Goes to Gusu, triggers are in the notes)

no way back, no way home by via_the_cryptid (T, 4k, WIP, WangXian, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Hurt WWX, LWJ is So Whipped, Protective LWJ, Soft WangXian, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Breaking of Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Golden Core Reveal, Wen Remnants Live, Canon Divergence Canon - Modao Zushi & The Untamed Combination)

🔒Swordless by WithBroomBefore (G, 32k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Crying, Feelings, Trans Character, AFAB LWJ, Kissing, POV WWX)

Red Flower With One Hundred Petals; Smoke Carried on the Blue Dusk Air by carolyncaves (T, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Alcohol, Mental Health Issues, Angst, Tenderness, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, thoughts of death/dying, Rabbits, Caretaking, Marriage Proposal, Wedding Fluff, Family Feels, Literal Sleeping Together, Shotgun Wedding, angry wedding planner JC, Yunmeng sibling drama and fluff, physical affection, Terrible Parties, Happy Ending)

❤️ a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 180k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, arranged marriage)

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15. Hi, I hope you guys are doing well💓 is there any fic where LWJ is the commoner? Like simply ordinary people or rogue cultivator and WWX is the one with higher status. It will be amazing if the plot have the conflict between WWX family who don't agree with their relationship. Any dynamic/ background is okay, thank you in advance! @yourslwj

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies) Lan Zhan grew up outside of Gusu Lan and became rogue cultivator and then met Wei Ying. There is some conflict from WWX family regarding Lan Zhan (he is technically Lan, but was kidnapped as child and doesn't know his family and vice versa)

travelers through the empty gate by stiltonbasket (M, 112k, WangXian, royalty au, mistaken identity, emperor WWX, poor LWJ, forced marriage, (by LWJ himself), confused WWX, parenthood, misunderstandings, empress LWJ, fluff & humor, married life, angst w/ happy ending, WIP)These don’t feature Wei Ying’s family looking down on Lan Zhan but I think otherwise fit: Turn Left and travelers through the empty gate

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16. Hey for itmf,

Any fics where wangxian are married (arranged or something else) and lwj is really cold towards wwx (at least at the beginning?)

🔒 Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, [Coldread of] Concord by Deastar by AuntieIroh)

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

True Gold Fears No Fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 82k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Ancient China, Wuxia, Historical Inaccuracy, Arranged Marriage, Identity Porn, Mutual Pining, Emperor!LWJ, empress!wwx, Eventual Happy Ending, Misunderstandings)

How You Would Let Me Have You by longleggedgit (E, 15k, WangXian, XiQing, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, First Time, The LXC/WQ is a "mutual beards" situation just FTR)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC)

the river and the sea by sasamelons (T, 7k, WangXian, Soulmates AU, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Mutual Pining)

permissive presumption by sarahyyy (G, 7k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings)

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17. Hi! Do you have a recommendation of modern au where Wei wuxian or lan wangji sees a painting of one another and feels close and doesn't know why. Please it's so good @lanwuxian0725

'Till We Meet Again by Alwritey87 (T, 9k, WangXian, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, Major Character Death, Soulmates, Modern Reincarnation, Immortals, Ghost WWX, Scholar LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Good Sibling JC, JC is tired of WangXian not getting their shit together, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, based of the Hua Zhong Xian, LWJ is a history nerd, Soft JC, JC & LWJ Dislike Each Other, (friendly rivalry), WWX is not resurrected)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[deadchannelradio]

attention economy

E, m/m, pwp, character study, humor, 10k

The sound of the brush against the boot consumes the next couple of minutes, hypnotic. Dick finds he's leaned in, far closer than he'd meant to. He sighs, sits back deliberately- he's not that into Midnighter. This isn't even something he's into in the first place. He's bored. This isn't a come on. The leather's started to shine like glass. He's losing the plot of this whole thing again, staring at the shoe, at Midnighter's hands working it over. He wonders what that brush would feel like against his face, what it would feel like if Midnighter decided to work him over like that instead, to focus all of his attention on him. Midnighter holds it out for him to inspect, the movement breezing the smell of leather over his face. "Gorgeous," Dick says, finding he really means it. Midnighter grins at him, expression going lecherous and intent. Maybe Dick's is coming on to him, somehow. He keeps his eye roll at himself internal. This would hardly be the weirdest thing he's done in his life. - DAILY REPORT: Had sex with the Midnighter on an impromptu side mission collecting dangerous technology. Got belted. Strengthened ally bond. Did not receive any new information as a result of intercourse.

Mild bootblacking fetish, a little bit of general leather tomfoolery (barely), bratting/brat taming, throatfucking, boot licking, physical fighting midsex for a laff, whipping (belt), generalized sadomasochism, all for your enjoyment on ao3. yay!

Dick and Midnighter delight me to no end esp in spyral era. Just two guys at their absolute worst both thinking this is just how the other one is. Which in Midnighter’s case it mostly is. Like he’s having a pretty regular midlife crisis. Dick however is having The Worst Eighteen Months Of My Life Fucking Holy Fucking Shitting Jesus Christ This Is Worse Than When My Parents Died. Midnighter’s like lol this guy is so bubbly and annoying and yet uptight and bitchy he needs to get laiddddd. Meanwhile dick, who hasn’t seen any of his loved ones in 10 months and has been bipolar 1 rapid cycling the whole time and has been using technology designed to make you lose your mind is in the corner like “if bruce doesn’t reply to my latest email in the next 48 hours I Will Kill Myself.” Like midnighter. Midnighter hes suicidal midnighter. Midnighter stop poking him. Red Fucking Alert.

[kallistoriae]

my ultimate classics reading list for the summer

[scholarship i really need to read to figure out what i want to focus on for my master’s. i’ll try to go through as many of these as i can. i ask for recs on some topics at the end of the post!]

SEXUALITY & GENDER (generic) —

*Female Homosexuality in Ancient Greece and Rome, S. Boehringer (to finish)

*The Routledge Handbook of Classics and Queer Theory, ed. E. Haselswerdt, S. H. Lindheim & K. Ormand

*Exploring Gender Diversity in the Ancient World, ed. A. Surtees & J. Dyer

Greek Homosexuality, K. Dover (to finish)

Controlling Desires: Sexuality in Greece and Rome, K. Ormand

Ancient Women Writers of Greece and Rome, B. A. Natoli, A. Pitts, & J. P. Hallett

*Sexuality in Greek and Roman Culture, M. B. Skinner

Dangerous Voices: Women’s Laments and Greek Literature, G. Holst-Warhaft

Postcolonial Amazons: Female Masculinity and Courage in Ancient Greek and Sanskrit Literature, W. Duvall Penrose Jr

*"Monter au ciel : Kallistô et Artémis dans la mythologie grecque", S. Boehringer in La religion des femmes en pays grec. Mythes, cultes et société, ed. L. Bodiou & V. Mehl

Among Women: From the Homosocial to the Homoerotic in the Ancient World, N. S. Rabinowitz & L. Auanger

Performing the Kinaidos: Unmanly Men in Ancient Mediterranean Cultures, T. Sapsford

RECEPTION

*Deep Classics: Rethinking Classical Reception, ed. S. Butler

Critical Ancient World Studies: the Case for Forgetting Classics, ed. M. Umachandran & M. Ward

Reimagining Greek Tragedy on the American Stage, H. P. Foley

Antigone on the Contemporary World Stage, ed. E. B. Mee & H. P. Foley

OVID

The Cambridge Companion to Ovid, ed. P. R. Hardie

Tragedy in Ovid: theater, metatheater and the transformation of a genre, D. Curley

*"Oscula iungit nec moderata satis nec a uirgine danda: Ovid’s Callisto Episode, Female Homoeroticism, and the Study of Ancient Sexuality", J. H. Oliver ✔️

GREEK TRAGEDY

*Objects as Actors: Props and the Poetics of Performance in Greek Tragedy, M. Mueller

*Ritual Irony: Poetry and Sacrifice in Euripides, H. P. Foley

The Cambridge Companion to Greek Tragedy, ed. P. E. Easterling

Reading Greek Tragedy, S. Goldhill

*Iphigenias at Aulis: Textual Multiplicity, Radical Philology, S. A. Gurd

Electra and the empty urn: Metatheater and role playing in Sophocles, M. Ringer

Looking at Antigone, ed. D. Stuttard

*Private Lives, Public Deaths: Antigone and the Invention of Individuality, J. Strauss

GREEK TRAGEDY: GENDER/SEXUALITY

Citizen Bacchae: Women’s Ritual Practice in Ancient Greece, B. Goff

*Marriage to Death: the Conflation of Wedding and Funeral Rituals in Greek Tragedy, R. Rehm

*Female Acts in Greek Tragedy, H. P. Foley

Demanding Witness: Women and the Trauma of Homecoming in Greek Tragedy, E. L. Weiberg

*Language, Sexuality, Narrative: The Oresteia, S. Goldhill

OTHERS

Sappho and Homer: A Reparative Reading, M. Mueller

Exposed: The Greek and Roman Body, C. Vout

Disability and Healing in Greek and Roman Myth, C. Laes

if you have more recs that seem to fit the topics i’m focusing on or that you think could interest me, please tell me! i’m also looking for anything on: gender non-conformity in Roman myths; the family (its structure and collapse) in mythology; incest in antiquity/ancient literature; recent studies on the reception of the House of Atreus

not exclusively classics-related but if there are books on literary analysis/theory that you think are really important and could be helpful, PLEASE tell me. + scholarship about queerness or weird things with Bodies or time/space distortion or trauma theory that could be applied to ancient lit, and other similar things that could be useful when analysing classics :)

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Okay I have an idea for a remix of the Gloria Scott (and a bit of Study in Scarlet) (and I spend too much time thinking about E. M. Forster's Maurice, what can i say)!

We all know Holmes hates blackmail, yes? Here's his personal reason why:

Holmes and Victor Trevor are lovers. Victor takes Holmes up to his father' house in Norfolk. They spend the holidays a bit too happily in love, lulled into a false sense of security because Mr Trevor seems to like Holmes. A house guest arrives, a certain Hudson, who seems deeply suspicious of the two young men, so Holmes takes his leave with a heavy heart and burries himself in work (a pattern we know).

Weeks later, he is reached by a desperate telegram from Victor. Hudson has discovered an indiscreet bit of correspondence and disclosed it to Victor's father who has taken ill with the shock. Holmes rushes up to Norfolk to do his best to save Victor and himself.

Hudson has taken his leave in the meantime, and Trevor Senior dies before Holmes arrives. Victor is overcome with grief while Holmes is feverishly trying to find the letter. After a few hours of panic, Holmes finally deduces the hiding place and is able to destroy the letter. It was written in code, however, the cipher was not very elaborate. They still don't know where Hudson went. Still, they are safe for now.

Victor, stunned with grief and shock and knowing that his father died from the shock of his disgrace, decides to leave for the colonies. Holmes, still in love, offers to join him, but Victor, furious and heartbroken, tells him it's all over and that he's leaving this kind of life behind forever.

Miserably, Holmes returns to university. Hudson has disappeared, but Holmes feels deeply guilty because Victor has suffered from a mistake he views as his own. He neglects his degree in favour of the study of the art of detection, which does not endear him further to his own family. Holmes has never been close to his own parents, but now, in the light of what happened to Victor, he feels like any cordiality that might still remain between them is a farce that would be abandoned the minute they knew of their son's true nature. Lonely, estranged, and still vaguely heartbroken, he dedicates himself entirely to his work.

A few years later, he learns Hudson has been killed, likely by another victim, but Holmes has no wish to find the culprit (neglecting to solve the very first murder case that comes his way). Holmes has since come somewhat down in the world, struggling with depression, experimenting with a 7% solution of cocaine, morphine, and different indicators for haemoglobin.

In an attempt to get a hold of the late blackmailer's belongings and destroy them before further damage can be done to other people like him, he tracks down Hudson's inheritress. When he arrives at her Baker Street flat, she assures him she had not seen the man who is nominally her husband in the last 20 years, and is not surprised if he had been up to no good. Holmes stammers an excuse to ask to see Hudson's papers, and she let's him in and softly tells him he is not the only man who has lately turned up at her doorstep like this, and glad for him to take whatever he wants. She lights him a fire in the empty flat upstairs and Holmes spends an afternoon shakily burning other men's love letters, with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits at his elbow. Perhaps it is the first time in many years someone has been so kind to him.

And it is a nice flat. Perhaps he can find a way to make the rent.

[damagedintellect]

Karma Akabane x reader

💌 Put in your place: Chapter 1 💌  

Summary:  Karma has been your academic rival since you started high school so color you surprised when his placement dropped to 13th overall. Lets just say you got cocky and to make things interesting on the final he makes a bet that "whoever places higher can have the other as their personal servant for a week"

Notes:  Aged up characters, sadism light, bdsm tendencies, eventual nsfw themes

I haven't thought about it for years so for the 10th year anniversary I rewatched Assassination Classroom twice and found out that Sub Karma & Dub Karma are not the same so I decided to play around with my favorite little sadist. Honestly the Dub is hysterical for all the wrong reasons but I still enjoyed it. I also recommend Nana to Kaoru for anyone who likes a little taste of S&M as this fic is heavily inspired by it!

💌 Word count: 4,269 💌  You Are Here | Chapter 2 coming soon??

Your eyes could barely stay open. At this point you have no memory of how you even made it up the stairs and to your seat. The exam started some time ago but staring at the clock made you dizzy. You were trying to read the words on the page but they seemed foreign. As your eyebrows knit together you know that can’t be right. You’re pretty sure you were scheduled to start with history. 

A bead of sweat ran down your face. “Shit. This isn’t good.” You thought. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to steady yourself. There was a notable shake to your hands as you fiddled with your writing utensil.

Has it always been this warm in classroom 2-A?

The past week, in anticipation for finals, you had been studying nonstop in order to beat your self proclaimed rival. He had been teasing you since last year, something along the lines that you will always be below him. After a year of teasing and being mocked even though you both were neck and neck you were not going to take it anymore. However you might have overdone it. 

“Hey sleeping beauty,” He whispered, leaning back in his chair, ”you only have five minutes left.”

That aggravatingly smug voice pulled you out of your stupor as you glared at the redhead in front of you. He glanced down at your exam and chuckled to himself. You tried to give him the finger but as you shifted in your seat your world turned sideways before fading to black.

That’s how you reserved your spot in 3-E. You tried your best to plead your case but maintaining one’s general health was also supposed to be a priority to the students on top of their grades. After you received the transfer your mental health tanked pretty heavily. It led to you being hospitalized for the start of the new year. 

This is not how you expected your senior year to go but when do things ever go as planned. Your parents were only mildly concerned as they had never been too involved in your life. As long as you were breathing they were sure you could figure it out and that was enough for them. They want to support you at a distance so you can learn independence. It almost made you want to stay in the hospital but this year was crucial for the rest of your godforsaken life so after a lot of thought you pulled yourself back up to start over again. 

You kicked a rock at the base of the mountain taking a deep breath.

The cool thing about being at rock bottom was there was nowhere to go but up and as you dragged yourself up the mountain. You only hoped that you could claw your way back to the top so you could kick that bastard's ass. Not that the color red traumatized you but very few things you encountered in your daily life were that specific shade. Upon opening the door you almost tripped over your own feet at the brief flash of the red. A pair of amused golden eyes peered back at you. He was the last person you expected to see here.

You tilted your head with an incredulous look. “Karma?!”

Needless to say the months that followed meant that you picked up your rivalry from where it left off. Although, something about it was slightly different and you're not too sure about what changed. Despite your constant bickering, exams almost felt easier when you were focusing on beating Karma instead of trying to take down Asano. 

Karma seemed more human compared to Asano being more untouchable or maybe that was just their attitudes.

During the end of term exams when you placed 4th overall and Karma placed 13th, it felt like an empty victory. You couldn’t even gloat because that bastard didn’t show up to class and when he did you just felt off. Korosensei had asked you how you felt but you couldn't help peeking over at the long abandoned desk and muttering “empty”. So you let it go and things went back to normal or well as normal as they could be in your assassination classroom.

The next time you would even think about your victory was when Asano asked class E for a favor. You couldn’t hide your shit eating grin as Karma denoted he was going to place first. Even though you're on the same side you were itching to say “Oh? Is that right~.” 

You managed to hold your comments until Asano left and then you pat Karma on the back “How cute, those are some big words for someone who placed thirteenth overall. Last time I checked, four is closer to one than thirteen.” You playfully ruffled his hair, “but what do I know, math was always more your thing than mine.”

He didn’t shy away from the fact you were right. He dropped the ball but he was ready now. Without hesitation Karma doubled down. 

“In that case do you want to make a wager of your own?” 

Things shifted again but this time you figured it out. What was different. Karma was seeing you eye to eye. He wasn't mocking you. Last time he even used his height to look down on you, this time it was like you both were equals. “How about this, whoever places higher can have the other as their personal servant for a week. Sound good?” The redhead extended his hand as a binding contract.

“An anything goes kind of a prize? Sounds dangerous and exciting.” You stare at the redhead incredulously. “Careful Karma I might have you eat your words.”

He smiled wide, “I don’t intend to lose.”

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The moment you told Rio about the bet she was squealing. Obviously since Korosensei has been trying to push some of your classmates into a relationship she noticed how he would pair you and Karma together. Not that she would try to coerce you to get into a relationship but she thinks you guys would be cute together. Most of the girls even agree that Karma would be a decent catch if it was not for one glaringly obvious trait. 

“That's so risque, even for my standards. You do realize he's a sadist right?” She often would get on your case for playing things too safe or being too prude but now she wants you to pull back. You sigh “Like anyone can forget. I mean just look at him out there.”

 You were watching the boys spar with each other while the girls were on a break. Karma currently had Meahara pinned like he wasn't even trying and Meahara was squirming trying everything in his power to get free. Karma had been pinning people left and right. Ever since you guys came back from Okinawa he's pretty much been physically untouchable. It was really a sight to behold. Rio hummed “What if he makes you do something weird?”

You groaned “Wow you have so much faith in me.” While you give her side eye she tries to defend herself. “I didn’t say you weren’t going to win, I'm just saying what if he does. Aren’t you even a little worried about that?”

You both watch as he throws Terasaka to the ground. While you understand what she meant and what she’s trying to get at, it was strange that you don’t really care about it. The Karma that you knew last year albeit very similar is very different from the one you are currently watching take down the class. You shrugged “I mean how bad can it be?” You guess you’d just have to study extra hard to make sure that doesn’t end up happening and you’ll be fine.

Rio slaps your arms, your break was finally over. “Famous last words.”

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It was the moment of truth. There was a lot riding on these results for the whole class but for you this was a matter of life or death. It was kill or be killed and you are so confident that you killed but the only test you were concerned about was math being that it was Karma’s best subject. Korosensei wasted no time at all, putting the banner up on the blackboard. Your heart sank as you immediately saw Karma’s name at the top spot. 

Five points, that’s all that separated you from at least tying with him. Don't get it wrong, you were still proud of your score but knowing you were so close to beating even Asano frustrated you.  If you had just finished the last question on the math exam, you might have got enough partial credit to push above him. To be fair by the time you got to that question you only had two minutes left and after reading the question you didn’t understand what was being asked of you immediately and gave up. You were remiss. It didn’t help that Korosensei had Karma teach the past week so your inner math conscience was Karma’s voice and the more you panicked the more that voice kept egging you on in a way that simply was not helpful. He was a good teacher but there was something about his demeanor that really baffled you.

Presently everyone was screaming and shouting their celebrations but all you could do was stare at the redhead in question. He was blushing almost like he didn’t believe it himself either. Again all the girls agreed that he was good looking and right now he was being down right adorable. Korosensei slithered up to him in all the excitement to ask him how he felt and he even got sentimental. It made you smile. Karma has come a long way as a person too. Looking back on the year everyone has grown.

You were proud of your rival for coming this far. Back when you both were in class A, the real goal was to take down Asano but you both kept trading places. At the time it was starting to get annoying seeing your names together but now you kinda miss it. It just reminds you that one day in the near future you all would be going your separate ways. There was a sense of unease thinking about it.

You probably should congratulate him for completing such a feat but as soon as you stepped in his direction his attention was solely on you. A shiver ran down your spine. Almost like a switch was flipped his familiar smug grin plastered itself to his features. Your heart raced as he pulled a small box out of his blazer. Did he seriously get you a present for losing? You had a bad feeling about this.

He waved it in front of your face and you quirked an eyebrow at him. Your classmates were all too preoccupied at the moment so you took this time to open the box. One glance inside had your stomach drop. “You have to be kidding me.”

He circled you reveling in your realization. “I won, didn't I? Doesn’t that mean you're my slave for the week?” Karma hummed, holding the collar up to your neck. “Actually ya know what I think pet would be a little more accurate.” He started laughing as he unclasped the buckle motioning for you to come closer so he could put it on you. 

This was not how you expected this to go. It was humiliating. You felt extremely confident in your scores but his were literally perfect. You were hoping to crush Karma and turn the tables on him, to finally make him squirm. You never actually figured out how you would go about doing that because he seems to have no sense of shame especially if he’s being put on the spot. Korosensei has only made him flustered a handful of times according to Nagisa and you weren’t even in class to see it with your own eyes.

You swallowed as you stepped forward into his personal space. His predatory gaze only flustered you more. Rio, Nagisa and a few others were watching you as Karma made a show of putting it on. It was hard not to flush with embarrassment. He slipped two fingers under the collar to make sure it wasn’t too tight. Whistling he admired his handiwork almost too proud of himself. 

You frowned, fiddling with the metal tag for a bit trying to read the engraving. It was hard to think straight right now knowing that your peers watched the redhead claim you as his pet. It made you blush knowing that some of your classmates have no context whatsoever. Rio was even giving you a look that was somewhere between “I told you so” and “I’m sorry.”

Honestly, you were surprised Korosensei hadn’t made a comment about it yet. There weren't really any school rules against jewelry and that sadistic bastard opted for something that could pass as an ordinary leather choker that only kind of resembled a dog collar if you knew who gave it to you. 

“I have to say it looks cute on you.” Karma cooed petting your head.

You swat his hand away as your heart rate spiked. The flutter in your chest only made it harder to read the tag so you motioned for Nagisa to read it. Motherfucker had it printed in English anyways and despite being one of your best subjects reading upside-down wasn’t that easy. Karma only snickered, giving you a toothy grin.

“Property of Akabane Karma”

That sure got the class in an uproar as only a select few of your classmates knew about your bet. Luckily your peers' revelations of your new accessory were cut short as the building quaked. Perfect a much needed distraction. Things got really messy after that with the headmaster and everyone volunteered to stay afterwards to try and repair the demolished space. You all could only do so much but at least you could all do it together. 

When you were finally finished with the day you were exhausted. Just as you were about to make the trek back down the mountain Karma stood in front of you holding out another box. You only rolled your eyes. “What is it this time?” By chance most of your classmates cleared out since it was getting late but you were on alert just in case this turned south. As soon as you opened the box you frantically closed it making sure no one else saw the contents. Yanking the front of his shirt you whisper shouted in his ear. “You are not walking me home on a leash!”

Karma chuckled at your reluctance putting his hands up with a sigh “I could have sworn someone, not naming names, said anything goes? But I get it, two high-schoolers getting caught for public indecency isn't on my 2025 bingo card either.” He paused rummaging through his bag again. You tilt your head to the side confused at why he was handing you a scarf. “That’s why you’re going to put this over the collar and thread the leash through your coat sleeve. Problem solved! At most people will think I made you hold my hand.”

You glare at him but all you receive is that smug smile. His eyes darken as you stomp over to the bathrooms which were unscathed in the earlier minor demolition. You tensed as he called out “Don’t take too long my pet~” You grind your teeth in order not to give him the satisfaction. He was too proud for your liking.

Looking in the mirror you clipped the leash on your collar, holding the end of it. It felt degrading. Warmth spread over your entire body. You can't believe you are really doing this. Shifting the scarf you made sure everything was hidden. Karma really planned everything to a tee. Which begs the question: was he that confident he was going to win from the start?

When you returned Karma’s eyes practically lit up like stadium lights which would have been cute had he not been so smug about this whole ordeal. Too bad you’ve made your bed and now you have to lie in it. It’s not like anyone is going to know, but the problem is Karma knows and will forever be able to lord this over you. His devilish grin was mocking you as he took your hand feeling for the end of the leash to make sure you were following instructions properly. Legitimately you don’t know what you expected by holding Karma’s hand.  You couldn’t look at him anymore.

Neither of you talked. Sometimes he would spare you a glance just to make sure you were still feeling some sort of embarrassment or discomfort. He was eerily chipper like a kid on Christmas morning. In a way it was kind of getting under your skin. The walk down the mountain was fine since there weren’t many people around but as you got closer to the residential area you noticed Karma dropped your hand to hold just the leash. 

You tried to hide in the scarf feeling your face heat up for several reasons. One because Karma was walking you home, two because he hasn’t said a word since leaving the school and three because the scarf smells so much like Karma and while you can't quite describe the aroma it smells pleasant. Like if you found this fragrance in a shop you probably would buy it kind of pleasant. He made sure to walk borderline in your personal space too. You could actually feel warmth radiating from him. Not many people were out and about at this time of day but your heart was pounding anytime you saw another person, regardless of whether they were paying attention to you or not. 

Your breathing was all over the place and as you made it closer to your neighborhood the weight of the collar seemed to increase ten fold. It was suffocating and you wanted to scream. Karma has barely done anything to you and you were already feeling a sense of dread and embarrassment. It felt like such an endless walk but you were finally approaching your house.

Judging by the lights you hoped to god that your parents weren't home. You really didn't want to explain why a boy was figuratively and literally walking you home. Not that they would care but you still didn't want to have that talk. If anything they would get the wrong idea and think he’s your crush or worse, your boyfriend. Yes you and the girls talk about it all the time that had it not been for his sadistic tendencies he'd be a pretty good boyfriend material. He was book smart and street smart on top of being handsome and you've seen on more than one occasion how protective he could be but you've never thought of him in that way. Or at least you never thought you did. 

You feel like it should be easy to distinguish the feeling of admiration and infatuation because it’s not like you hated Karma but it's also not like you thought about him outside of being rivals. You admire his tact, confidence and adroitness. Karma somehow makes things seem effortless but his attitude is what always rubbed you the wrong way. It’s hard to explain because it’s not like Karma’s arrogant or pompous because he has the skills to back up his claims but he’s not exactly conceited in a traditional sense of the word. If you had to put it into words it’s more that he’s supercilious than an egomaniac.

As you approached the door you could feel salvation. Your torment is almost over just a few more feet and you are home free. The moment you passed through the front gate you made an attempt to race to the door but you felt the slightest tug run up your arm and froze. You forgot. Devilish snickering echoed from behind you as a slightly harsher tug pulled you the opposite direction. It made your blood run cold. 

He pressed himself into your side to speak right in your ear. “Someone forgetting something? I haven't given you permission to leave yet.”

Turning sharply you could feel your face heat up again. Why was he so close? “You said you were going to walk me home. Well guess what? Once you stepped through the front gate I'm technically home so you can go now!” 

Karma grinned using his height to tower over you. “Oh is that right? Well, then I guess you won't mind if I take the leash off right here then?” He leaned back to survey the area. “For anyone to see if they passed by.” He curled a piece of hair behind your ear. He wanted to see your reaction as he loosened the scarf ever so slightly. Karma was having a field day. 

You refused to give in, instead you grabbed his hand and grit your teeth. “You're lucky my parents aren't home or so help me I-”

He pinched your cheek before snickering “You'd what pet,” He paused waiting for an answer that never came. “Might I remind you that you had every opportunity to win the bet.” As much as it is exceedingly off putting to see him so enthusiastic, you hate to admit that he’s right. 

Your stomach flipped at the realization. There were so many things you could have done but on impulse you agreed to this. A deals a deal. You detest his slacker attitude towards most things yet here you are being a bad sport. If the tables were turned you’re certain Karma would have taken it in stride. He’s at least doing you the courtesy of keeping the true part of your torment hidden. Reluctantly you stopped fighting. Your heart was working overtime as you accepted your fate. You could beat yourself up about it later. Glaring at him you huffed unlocking the front door. You were quiet as you let Karma into your home. 

While you took off your shoes he glanced around the interior waiting for you to let him take the leash off. You’ve been nothing but full of surprises lately. Especially since you accepted the wager to begin with. Karma thought you were going to disregard his antics since you always seem to live on the safe side but you nearly rendered him speechless when you didn’t question his stunt. Truthfully he’s not one hundred percent sure how your rivalry started, it must have been some off handed comment or something of that nature because there weren’t many reasons he would speak to his peers back then. Although the one thing he did remember was that he always enjoyed your reactions. He found them strangely honest, like you weren’t afraid of people reading you like an open book. As if you weren’t afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve.

You stand in front of him after you put your shoes where they go. The silence weighed heavy on you as the both of you stared into each other's eyes for a moment before you got impatient. “Any day now bastard, oops I mean master~” You back sassed him to cover up the fact that you were still somewhat flustered after everything. 

“Careful, I wasn't going to make you call me master but that could be arranged.” 

He delicately untied the scarf and pulled the leash from your sleeve. It tickled as it crawled up your arm. His eyes darken as he observes the collar around your neck. Moving painstakingly slow he then slips two fingers under the collar and finally unclips the leash. You felt small under his gaze and even though his touch was not sexual in any way it burned. You huffed to mask the underlying feelings you feel bubbling to the surface. “If that's all then you can see yourself out.” You mumbled barely able to get the words out.

Karma shook his head reaching into his bag. “Not yet,” he handed you another present. This time it was in a gift bag, it had some weight to it too. You could only imagine what it could be. If you hadn’t been dreading the contents you probably would wonder just how much time, money and effort he was wasting on this week. 

You tried looking inside but he swatted your hand away. “Don’t open it until tomorrow. All the instructions are in the bag.” 

“Great, can't wait.” You smiled, speaking sarcastically. You continued to stare at him but Karma made no move to leave. It was starting to get on your nerves. “Let me guess there's one last thing.” you rolled your eyes.

“Well normally dogs give their masters kisses when they get home.” He leaned down pointing to his cheek. His smug grin was even wider than Korosensei's somehow.

At this point you don't question it. Instead you sighed “Fine, but just remember you asked for it.” Gently you cupped his face and with no hesitation with the full flatness of your tongue, you licked his cheek. 

“Woof~” You made sure to hold just enough eye contact before hiding your expression.

For the first time all day the roles were reversed. Karma was caught off guard and as he pushed you away you were the one with the devilish grin.

As it finally set in the kind of deal made between you he laughed darkly about it. “This is going to be such a fun week!”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: March 21/25

Happy Friday everyone! I hope you take some time to check out the Boosted fic this week, as well as give some love to this weeks selection of fics added to my MFL list this week! Enjoy!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

In Which Dr. Watson Engages in Studies of Cardiology by bonesfool (M, 15,904+ w., 3/11 Ch. || WiP || Alternate Canon Divergence || First Meetings, John's PTSD, Developing Relationship) – In an alternate history England where the British Empire lost the second Anglo-Afghan war, Dr. John H. Watson returns to London with his spoils: PTSD, a prosthetic arm, a growing resentment towards British nationalism, and an almost empty bank account. Despondent and aimless, his life turns around when two momentous events occur on the same day: his psychologist prescribes him an exercise in meditation, where he is to narrate his thoughts in to a novel device called a Recordari; and his old buddy Stamford introduces him to a one Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a very intriguing man who is also looking for affordable quarters. Part 1 of Some Observations Upon the Taming of the Bloodhound

RECENT MFLs

Creative Camouflage by Lock_John_Silver (M, 2,119+ w., 1/11 Ch. || WiP || Alternate First Meetings AU || Disguised Sherlock, Multiple Short Stories / Prompt Fic, Texting, Case Fics, Whump, Museums, POV John, Pining John, Fluff) – This is basically Sherlock disguising himself as different people related to art in some form - painter, photographer, musician, etc.

The Cinnamon Peeler Series by coloredink (M, 10,083 w. across 5 works || Cannibalism, Creepy Sherlock, Love Letters, Angst, Grief/Mourning) – He just wanted John right down to the amino acids that made up his body, and he wanted them in his own body.

Burn Down by augustbird (E, 14,064 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Reunion, Emotional Manipulation, Possessive Behaviour, Break Up) – When love isn't enough. Intended as a prequel to Reignite but can be read separately.

The Always Puzzle of Living by Raina_at (E, 17,248 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Insecure Sherlock, Enthusiastic Consent) – Sherlock and John escape a London heat wave for a country retreat and a bit of light treasure hunting at Sherlock's old friend Reggie Musgrave's place. Can be read as a Standalone. Part 5 in the Nothing Gold series.

[flyingwargle]

january fanfic recs!

the first round of recs are now here! i'm eager to find more life-changing bangers this year and share with everyone my favorites for each month <3 (also, i accept recs any time!)

all previous monthly recs are tagged with fanfic recs! check them out if you'd like more!

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

i would write ya a love letter t. 3k. sakusa is helping atsumu move when he finds an old love letter under the bed addressed to kita. love the premise and eventual getting together, as well as the comfort <3

i don't want you like a best friend e. 3.6k. atsumu is pining and everyone can tell except for sakusa. also, body worship, one of my favorite tropes.

particular e. 4.7k. mid-timeskip sakuatsu trying kink for the first time. always love rinpanna and winterwaltz's explicit works and this one doesn't disappoint.

parallax error: line of sight t. 11.6k. 2/2. i read atsumu's pov (parallax error: angle of inclination) last month and this one is sakusa's pov. it's really lovely to see how both sides fall for each other and both are beautifully written.

runner, runner t. 14.7k. atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto lose hinata during a night out in tokyo and try to look for him. amazing shenanigans, friendship, and feelings realization.

crypsis g. 16.1k. "what do you want, miya?" is the best quote to encapsulate this fic, with self-destructing atsumu afraid of taking the next step forward. beautiful prose and character dynamics.

On Love and Onigiri m. 20.5k. atsumu is a bestselling author and sakusa is a book critic who has never given his works 5 stars. atsumu is determined to change that. you'll also have to pry the trope of trying to impress your love interest from my cold, dead hands. i'll eat it up every time.

draw the line, and i'm losing my mind t. 26.1k. sakusa has his memory of atsumu wiped and atsumu, in petty revenge, does the same. this broke my heart and reduced me to my knees. it's angst with a hopeful ending, just in case you can't handle angst without a good ending.

NOT CLICKBAIT: Watch As Osaka Man Nearly Destroys Brother's Relationship t. side sunaosa. 27.9k. sakusa is accidentally roped into atsumu's scheme of helping both osamu and suna propose to each other separately. extremely funny and endearing. my favorite this month <3

sunaosa

touched down m. 20.5k. i have never read such a flavor of depressed osamu like this before, complemented with angst, introspection, and a hopeful ending. the prose will sink its teeth into you until you finish it all in one sitting.

sakuatsu & sunaosa

Sundays at Onigiri Miya t. 6.4k. the miya4 are always the best group to read, and this fic of sakusa and osamu trying to propose to their significant others doesn't disappoint.

iwaoi

please be a good man, please say you won't tell e. 21.9k. iwa accidentally sends a nude to the wrong person and now all of the jnt (read: atsumu) is trying to figure out who iwa's boyfriend is. also, he and oikawa keep getting sexiled. funny and heartwarming.

bokuaka

Catching Up e. 11.1k. akaashi finally realizes he may have feelings for bokuto but tries to quash them because surely bokuto won't reciprocate (spoilers: he does). great plot and spice!

A Second Chance e. 76.5k. 15/15. after breaking things off with bokuto four years ago, akaashi reconnects with him after he has to interview him after his match. imagine: mutual pining. hurt/comfort. angst. spice. mixed altogether with slowburn and you get this. an amazing read.

other

daybreak g. kagehina. 6k. kageyama study in the years between high school and when hinata returns from brazil. beautiful prose and feelings realization.

Infinite is Where We Live m. kuroken. 20.3k. glimpses of kuroo and kenma growing up together and all the ways kuroo is there for kenma, until it's kenma's turn to be there for him. you'd think kenma would be the anxious one but it's kuroo in this fic and wow, it's done beautifully.

A Split-Second of Violence g. hinata and karasuno-centric. 122.3k. 38/38. WOW. WAY TO BREAK MY HEART. the incident literally takes a split second and becomes a monster of friendship, hurt/comfort, and trauma. i hugged my hinata plush every night while reading this. we love and respect the karasuno family in this house.

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[rizzanon]

childhood friend! Shinichiro Sano

part 1 (here) | part 2

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet for the first time when you were both 8 years old at the playground, wondering why he was standing ontop of the jungle gym, looking at the distance

"Why are you standing up there?"

" 'cuz the view is nice!"

"....Weirdo.."

"H-Hey!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you meet again a few weeks later at his grandfather's dojo where your parents signed you up for some taekwondo classes for self defense

"What are you doing here, weirdo?"

"Hey! I'm no weirdo! And this is my grandfather's place okay? I'm allowed to be here anytime I want!"

"Woahh, your grandfather's the teacher? That's cool!"

"I know right?!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you become friends with over the next few days, watching him miserably fail to show off execute the moves his grandfather taught him to you

"HAHAHAH! You suck at this, y'know."

"Shut up! You don't have to tell me something I already know."

"At this rate, I can beat you easily in a spar..!"

"In your dreams!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his only other friend, Takeomi, and the two of you hit it off very well (much to Shinichiro's dismay)

"I didn't think Shin had other friends."

T- "Neither did I, I thought he made you up."

"H-Hey! What's with this mockery!!?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who ends up going to the same middle school and high school as you much to his delight

"You better stop slacking and start putting in effort in your studies Shin!"

"What are you, my mother?"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch! Okay, okay! I get it!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who hates the fact that his siblings (Manjiro and Emma) love you as much as he does

"Seriously?? I can't believe you all are ganging up on me like this...!—Fake sobs—My very own siblings..."

"It's your fault that I'm just better, heheh."

E- "Yeah! She's way kinder to us that you are, Shin!"

"What?? But I'm always nice to you both too!"

M- "Plus, she always buys us our favourite snacks too!!"

"Bribery at it's finest... I can't believe this.."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to you to get treated whenever he's injured after fighting with other people

"Let me guess, you got into another fight again?"

"Ding ding ding! You guessed correct! Too bad there's no prize."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Shin. Why don't you go and see an actual doctor to get your injuries treated?"

"Why would I do that when I have you who'll fix me up every time?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always goes to your class during lunch break to find you whenever he forgets to bring his own bento (was it on purpose? you don't know), knowing that you always make extra for him just in case

"Well, well, well, look who decides to forget to bring his bento for the third time this week?"

"Heheh, about that..."

"Don't worry, I made extra food for you."

"Aww, so you do care about me."

"Don't push it, Shin."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who worries that his rising reputation as a delinquent might bring down your reputation as well

"Are you sure you still want to be friends with me? I get it if you don't want to-"

"I already told you, I don't care what people think about me. What matters is what you think of me. That's all."

"...."

"Besides, who else will treat your wounds other than me, hm?"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who begs asks you to ride with him on his bike, promising you that he would keep you safe

"You want me to what??!"

"Come on...! Ride with me just this once! I promise you won't fall off."

"If I die, the blame's on you."

"Wha- You won't die! And I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who introduces you to his other two friends in Black Dragons, Wakasa and Benkei, hoping you'd feel more reassured about him leading a gang and being a delinquent after meeting his closest friends

B- "Woah, didn't know you had a girl, Shin. Who's she?"

"What?"

W- "Let's be real, Shin can't flirt for his life."

"Hey! That's rude! I so have game."

"Game of a rock, you mean."

"Oi!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who finds solace in you after every time he gets rejected by a girl he asks out much to your dismay (this was the 20th time)

"I don't get it. What am I doing wrong??!"

"It's simple. You're the problem."

"Rude... but seriously, why won't any girl date me? I'm certainly not that bad of a boyfriend if they gave me a chance...!"

"Well firstly, do you even have any interest in any of those girls you asked out? How do you even move on so easily?!?"

"If you put it like that... no, not really. I just want to date someone for the highschool experience y'know..!"

-smacks his head-

"Ouch!"

"No wonder no girl ever takes your confession seriously. Plus, your hair is so gelled up, no girl's gonna like that... Once a weirdo, always a weirdo."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who listens to your advice, and stops using gel as often as he used to on his hair, sometimes leaving his hair down to find out what you'd say about it

"You didn't put gel on your hair today?"

"Nope, I was kind of in a rush today, haha.."

"Well... you look... better like this, if I'm being honest."

"R-Really??"

"Yeah, keep this up and someday, a girl might accept your confession."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who tells you about the rumors he's been hearing around the school, about how many of the students thought you and him were dating and how he wasn't so opposed to the idea of that

"Wait, seriously?? People think we're dating?!?"

"My reaction exactly. I can't believe they think we're dating!"

"Not that I would mind that though..."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"??! You're hearing things, Shin. I didn't say anything at all..."

Part 2

m.list

[donatellarose]

— unplanned sleepover

Leon Kennedy x f!reader

rated e - 828 words

tags: fluff, comfort, you were both in Raccoon City and it gave you trauma, thunderstorms, panic attacks, hair play, both DSO agents, established relationship, let me know if I missed any

prompt: doing each other's hair from angellilacs

dividers: saradika graphics

notes: Though I adore all versions of Leon and his ever changing hair and eye colors, Death Island Leon is my Leon of choice to swoon over.

A thunderstorm leaves you stranded at the DSO with Leon, resulting in an unexpected sleepover.

You and your boyfriend shared many things in common. You were both agents within the Division of Security Operations and had seen firsthand what bio-terrorism could inflict on an innocent town. While Leon's experience in Raccoon City on his first day as a rookie cop was nightmarish in it's own right, you have been a civilian in that same town fortunate enough to get to safely before the virus spread rapidly. This experience left you both with scars, physical and mental.

Shortly after you had arrived at the DSO, you met Leon. Your desk was close to his, and both of you constantly found yourselves working late in order to research cases and complete reports. As if you were both driven to prevent bioweapons from having the same disastrous impact ever again. What was once a strong friendship blossomed into something more.

It was a normal Tuesday. Both you and Leon had grabbed a quick dinner at the cafeteria. A slice of cheese pizza and a rather pathetic looking salad for yourself, while Leon opted for spaghetti and breadsticks. It was only after you had both settled back at your respective desks that thunder shook the entire building. You flinched in surprise, glancing over at Leon to see his blue eyes go wide as well.

You drew a sharp inhale, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest and your heart began to race. Maybe it was the flash of lightning but it seemed like the room was shifting before your eyes. Your hands trembled as your nails dug into your wooden desk.

Leon's concerned form was suddenly by your side, his warm hand lightly cupping your cheek as he took in your pale face.

"Sweetheart? Will you come with me?

You manage a nod, taking his hand as he leads you out of the office into a stairwell. Traveling down two flights of stairs, Leon guides you into the isolated training room with a firm but gentle hand on your lower back.

You ease yourself shakily on the training mat typically used for sparring before finally mumbling a semi coherent sentence.

"I think I'm gonna pass out."

"I know. You're okay. I'm here. Nothing can hurt you. I promise."

His hands gently guide your trembling fingers to his chest, an attempt to ground you from your panicked thoughts. You manage a deep inhale, the rush of cool air bringing a brief sense of clarity. Something Leon once told you he did when something set him on edge.

Find five things you can see. You gaze seeks out Leon's soft eyes, his navy blue dress shirt, the black sparring mat on the floor, nearby silver folding chairs and numerous blankets.

Next, find four things you can touch. Your roaming fingers card through Leon's soft hair, then trail down his polyester shirt before lacing through his fingers.

"My heart, that's three things you can touch. Give me one more?

You laugh at his prompting, moving your combined hands down to touch the cool foam mat.

"I'm good. Mostly. Thank you."

You wrap your arms around Leon, resting your chin on his shoulder as you breath him in. He smells faintly of fresh snow and cranberries, of home. He drops a kiss onto the crown of your head before pulling back slightly to study you.

"I have a plan. Will you be okay for a moment?"

"A plan? Leon, you don't plan. You launch yourself chaotically at a situation and hope it doesn't blow up in your face."

Leon chuckles at your teasing before rising. He moves around the room, gathering chairs and blankets. He arranges them around you in a makeshift fort before climbing next to you and drawing you into his arms.

Within the blanket castle the sound of the storm is muffled. You rest your head lightly on Leon's chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring. Surpringsly, you both manage to dose off within the safety of each other's arms.

The next morning, both phone alarms sound like blaring bullhorns. You fumble for the phones blindly while Leon sleepily buries his head in your shoulder. Finally silencing the noise pollution, you run a hand through his messy hair.

"An unplanned sleepover in the training room. We've slept worse places."

Your voice is thick with sleep as you gently smooth down Leon's tousled locks. In turn, his own fingers detangle your own messy hair, the once neat updo long ruined by a long night. He pulls out the bobby pins and hair tie almost reverently, pressing a kiss to the your temple before he braids your hair in a simple three strand braid. Something he'd picked up after months of watching you do it in the bathroom while getting ready for work. You gaze up at him.

"There. Perfect."

You lean back, smoothing out a few wrinkles in his shirt before you ease down the walls of the blanket fort. Leon stands, offering you his hand.

"Yes, you are."