#mxm romance

[twistedwonderworm]

Hello, can I request a Floyd x m!reader fic where Floyd just couldn't keep his hands off the reader, his hands roaming around their body as he overstimulates the reader?

Thank you, have a great day!

Hello and of course you can! Sorry this took so long! I kinda got burned out recently. I hope you like it, anon!

Sensitive (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Floyd Leech x M!reader

Warnings: Overstimulation

Word count: 298

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"Hmm~? Is Shrimpy that sensitive~?" Floyd giggled, his hands never leaving his lover's body. 

Y/N had stayed in his room to study for test that was coming up, but of course his clingy eel boyfriend didn't know how to keep his hands to himself. So now Y/N was sitting on Floyd's, trying to study while trying to ignore how Floyd's hands run over his skin under his clothes.

The eel merman's long fingers teased his lover's nipples, pinching and tugging them gently. He relished in the gasps and moans he got from the squirming human in his lap. His hand went lower and lower down Y/N, touching and squeezing everywhere he touched while his other hand was still stroking his lover's cock.

Y/N more, the overstimulation was almost unbearable. He had already cum once that night, and it seemed like Floyd was going to push him over the edge again. His cock was already drooling pre again, and he knew it was coming soon. But not soon enough.

"F-Floyd~" Y/N mewled, bucking his hips into his beloved's hand despite how sensitive he was. "N-no more please… C-can't take more…" His body didn't seem to be listening to his words however, and he kept bucking into his boyfriend's hand.

Floyd laughed, squeezing Y/N's cock as he tugged on a nipple, "Aww, but you can take more, I know you can, my little fish~" he was relentless with the unbearable pleasure that he was still giving to his beloved. Just a little bit more. 

Y/N fell over the edge again with a cry of Floyd's name, spilling over his beloved's hand. Floyd chuckled as he lifted his hand, licking Y/N's release off of it.

"See?" I told you Shrimpy can handle it~"

[biggestxsimps]

Finding The Deathnote

Light Yagami x Male reader

PLEASE READ!!

I’m really sorry about this. This was meant to be originally head canons but somehow I steered away from it. I have no idea what this monstrosity is meant to be, it’s just random dot points I swear. 😭

(I’ll probably end up deleting this, I despise it with a passion.)

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When you and Light first met, you perceived him as innocent, polite and a reserved student who’s at the top of his classes. Just like everyone else thought.

As you and light became closer, you sensed a change in his behaviour. He had become overly manipulative at times.

You have grown dearly concerned.

One day, when you and Light went back to his house for a study session, he had left the room. You had seen your boyfriend holding a black book with white writing you couldn’t read since he was far away at the time. Anytime you mentioned anything about it, he became tense and changed the topic.

After rummaging through his desk draws, you had managed to find the book labelled ‘deathnote’ he had been carrying around.

You picked it up for a moment before immediately putting it back in the draw when you heard Light making his way back upstairs.

You took a seat back on his bed, suddenly seeing a figure.

After a bit of panicking, speaking to Light the both of you calmed down after he explained about this ‘shinigami’ named Ryuk and what his intentions were with the deathnote and what it was.

You had always looked up to Light, but hearing his words and what his goal was really put you on edge at the moment.

You loved him dearly but you weren’t sure what you were to do. You knew he could kill you right there and then if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t do such a thing, would he?

Masterlist  

-Written by owner 2

[girlinfolkloreforest]

Nikolai: We need a diversion. I say Brandon gets naked.

Brandon: No.

Nikolai: I could get naked.

Everyone: NO!!!

[i-cannot-spell-chaos]

Hatred in waves

(Yandere Jake sully x human male reader x Neytiri)

(warning this is part 1 and general warnings apply cursing possible gore and stuttering reader does die in the end part 2 is recom reader with a adopted very chaotic kid)

You ran as quickly as you could. These people were insane!

You were walking with Jake after finding him after he got lost. Now the both of were lost. You took a couple of turns and saw a familiar tree. "We've been going in circles!" You yelled kicking the tree. You sat down with a huff hitting your mask. "How could this be happening..unless Jake!" You yelled at the man who was walking without you.

You got up quickly to see where he was going. 3 minuted later he was back at the place you were sitting at. "Jake You've been leading us in circles..." You said with a sigh. You clicked on your radio all you got was silence. Nobody was in range to connect on the station.

You looked at Jake who was scratching his head looking around. He turned around and saw you. His face lit up "Oh there you are!" he said walking to you...this man is stupid so very stupid..like a baby a very big baby.

This went on for hours. Then Jake met a Na'vi woman while wondering off again. He introduced us but all she did was scowl down at you. "He is a demon" She said looking at him. "He is my demon" He replied picking you up and placing you on your shoulder.

"My sanity is break...Get me away from this man!" You yelled out grabbing your radio for any connection. Again there was none. You tried squirming away thinking Jake would get the idea. However he was just chatting with this warrior.

The two of them walked ignoring you. At some point Jake's grip got loose and you wiggled enough to get loose. You feel hard on the ground but got up quickly. You groaned touching your lower back. "You go do your na'vi things I'm leaving this forest" You started walking away with a limp.

It was dark but their was biolumensent plants everywhere so you could probably get unlost soon. You got five feet before getting grabbed by the woman instead of Jake. "You say he is your but you let him walk off" She said in a tone you did quite like. You grabbed both of your legs and positioned you to where you couldn't struggle or squirm away.

All you could do what be carries like a child the rest of the way. You kinda expected her to hand your to Jake. However you were wrong and she did not hand you to Jake. She carried you until Jake got put in a net.

Some warriors tried to grab you away from Neytiri but she was pretty confident on carrying for the entire night. She brought you into the clan so you were there very awkardly. Neytiri dropped you beside some kids who just laughed at you.

Jake was telling the chief all these stupid things. You kinda expected to get killed instantly. However Jake's stupid mouth got you two not killed.

What were the going to do with you? You had to go back at some time. Jake told you nothing on what was going to happen to you. He just grabbed you and carried you to some sleeping area and cuddled you until he fell asleep. However you couldn't sleep knowing how high up you were. You looked around and saw the sleeping na'vi.

You sat up seeing if there was any escape route. You saw nothing except for annoyed female na'vi that was looking straight at you. "If I were your human mate I would wait until you fell asleep before falling asleep" Neytiri said gazing at you. You looked at her shocked "I'm not his mate nor his demon we met like a couple of weeks ago" you whispered to her. This caused her to smile "He is one big baby" she said turning with a laugh.

Which one us is she talking about?

You feel asleep late in the night. After getting used to the grip Jake had on you. You woke up to a groaning and a wet spot on you shirt. Jake had been drooling on your shirt the entire night. You pushed him off and looked around at the now bright forest.

Neytiri was gone from her sleeping spot and was now right above the two of you. "Wake him up!" She yelled at you. Looking at Jake you smiled and nodded punching him hard in the face. A horrible grin filled your face knowing he won't feel it until he goes into his avatar.

You looked up at her and shrugged pretending you didn't understand why he didn't wake up. Neytiri jumped down to Jake's unoccupied form. She turned his head a couple of times before slapping him. Right then he awoke feeling both the punch and slap.

You let out a cackle at the avatar holding his face. Jake looked at you confused but you just laughed at his face.

Your laughter was short lived however when you found out what they planned for you to do. You were sitting there trying to tell the difference between two different herbs with Mo'at. Thank God you were a botanist!

Mo'at smacked the back of your head whenever you got some wrong. This went on for a while before the human's started attacking closer to the na'vi. They sent you to talk to them to see if you could do anything to stop it.

They were shocked you were alive! Jake had told them you had a serious accident and got lost and he couldn't find you. Which was weird for him to say cause you say him this morning.

When Jake found you missing after coming back with Neytiri has asked everyone where you were. They just said you were back with your kind.

Neytiri didn't think much of you gone. However her nights were now more boring. She couldn't hear you talking to yourself. The night was so silent now. She looked over and saw her new mate but something still felt empty.

Jake knew what it was. He went...i forgot he rolled into the infirmary where some doctor was doing some test. "Ah the man in of the hour! I've got some questions for you" you said snapping at Jake. Jake tried to explain what happened how a little story went further than him. You just gave him the silent treatment.

Oh how glad you were to have your own bed. The plush bedding brought you so much comfort. You slept for hours and couldn't be waken up.

Until you felt a familiar snore and grip on you. You punched the male next to you. Jake woke up quickly sitting up looking at you. "Get your ass out of my bed!" You yelled at him and quickly place him in his wheel chair and pushed him down the hall. Like how you push a supermarket cart.

Then you went back in bed to sleep some more. However that was short lived when someone came in gasping for air from running. "You-*intense breathing noises* -are needed at the front" The man said running back to whatever he came from.

You came to the front dragging yourself to what the hell was happening. You looked at the projector and saw Jake attacking a camera. You turned your ass around and tried to leave the room. "We know are aware that you know something about this (last name) and your going to tell us" A rough voice said from behind you. You reminded yourself of the situation that this planet was in. If you didn't tell them you would be betraying the human race. The one you have lived with and cared with your entire life. But you would be saving millions of lives that haven't been tainted by the ways of humans. They live peacefully without war raging their planet. If you did tell them you would be destroying that peace. You would give humanity a new place to thrive so the new generation can breath and see green.

You were stuck in a situation which you couldn't avoid. The options ran through you head. You couldn't decide all eyes were on you. The video on the screen kept replaying. The anger in Jake Sully's eyes made you not afraid but worried. One wrong word and that camera might be you. The colonel and others were staring at you like you were the nest best meal. The weight felt heavy on your shoulder you face turned pale. You stomach felt like you swallowed smooth rocks. You felt heavy... so very heavy.

Everything went black your world was unscrewed and replaced by another. You awoke in the medical center monitors all around you. A doctor was checking you eyes flashing a bright light in your eyes. "Welcome back Sir as soon as were done here your due for a transfer" The doctor said turning off the light. They checked your heart and asked you many questions. However when you talked all that came out was a croak. The doctor sighed at this did they know something? They doctor explained that when you dropped from what they see as a severe panic attack you hit you head on the table behind you causing a concussion. What you were experincing Aphasia which is a communication disorder cause by an injury to the brain.

Maybe this was a blessing from Eywa. You couldn't speak normally without a horrible stutter or a strange croak that sounded like words but wasn't. Which meant you couldn't answer anyone's question.

Your transfer was delayed...after being fucking kidnapped in your sleep. You were enjoying some nap time given to you from the doctor. "He needs lots of rest we need him healthy if we're going to use him" you couldn't thank the doctor enough. You slept deeply having a dream which you didn't understand. Something about fire and being forced to run.

You punched Grace in the face when you woke up. First of all you were in your confortable bed. Second you were kidnapped and now there going to think you apart of the rebels. Third you were the odd man out. They all had avatar's and you had nothing to protect you in terms of strength out there.

You didn't have to wait long before being dragged out to the na'vi clan to live. Something about it being to risky for you to be at the lab. "What if they find you again?" or "They won't care that your missing we saw your records they think you transferred and are still on their side" The same repeated words that were given to you. To keep you from leaving them.

Neytiri kept her eye's on you making sure you didn't leave. Only bringing you to the lab for check ups. Any further than that you would be dragged back to the family tree and forced to sleep.

Jake was in your opinion worst than ever. He freaked out when he learned about your concussion. If you weren't glued to Neytiri's side you were glued to Jake's.

You tried asking why Jake and Neytiri got so close since you left. However all you could get out was a stuttering mess. Son you realized you were not blessed but cursed. You couldn't just walk back or call for help. Just sitting there didn't fell right for you. You had worked your entire life and now you stuck in a place you can't escape.

Jake started talking about this attack on the home tree. He sounded so worried. You tried suggesting things but he got angry at you. "You shouldn't even try being apart of this. You need to stay away from this and rest!" He yelled at you. The world went quite once more. You thought this time your hearing went out.

You walked away from him. Neytiri was close behind you. "He cares for you" she said walking beside you into the forest. "I-i I can't take i-it anymore Neytiri I-i wasn't raised to s-stay still and wait" You explained hating you stuttering words. Neytiri grabbed you arm stopping you from walking more. "You may not understand now but one day you will" She let go of you and let you run.

Jake asked where you went Neytiri answered "He needs to think you keeping him still will make him go to their side."

you were in the clear. safe for a small moment. Until the battle happened. Of course you're sent off to the battle. Your ran through the smoke passing through the ashes. You threw your weapons to the forest floor. You were leading the marines into a trap you heard Jake talk about..

Watching the marines fall into the trap twisted you guts. You heard a voice behind you. Turning quickly you saw Jake staring at you. "Jake?" A sharp pain went through your stomach. Looking down you saw a hole. Crimson dripped from your mouth. "I'll be back ass" You said before dropping face first into the forest ground.

[excoriationbug]

Hello Exco Here Female (20) and I was wanting to do a Stolitz (Blitzo x Stolas)

or Blitzarolli (Blitzo x Fizzarolli)

I don’t mind portraying either characters in the ships and if your interested pls dm me.

Looking for:

Fluff

Angst

(In the rp at least a little)

I rp on

Sms messages (If both parties are comfortable)

Discord (I’ll tell you my user in dms)

Whatsapp (I know some people have it)

Tumblr dms (if asked to)

[xnarlie-starlightx]

I just can’t deny how observably adorable it is from this best fan art picture 💙😊✨🌈🏳️‍🌈

Created: ushidoshi_ from Twitter

[chelleofchaos]

ChelleofChaos' Fic Archive

I created an official fic archive via the attached Carrd with my complete works and their respective links.

I'm a writer that write KinnPorsche (KinnPorsche), MileApo (KinnPorsche RPF), and ChatKhem (ManSuang) fanfiction. I'm normally lurking in X space with a mess of ideas/prompts that I can never keep up with. But my work is fluffy, romantic, dramatic, and all chaotic.

Thanks all for peeking in!

[minyyard]

Higschooler Andrew trying to get his crush's attention, the cute ginger boy he shares math class with. He tries to leave an anonymous note on his desk, but ultimately panics and only writes "u are ugly", failing to retrieve the note before Neil sees it.

[mr--winters]

Looking for Discord 18+ OC RP

Message me on discord, I'm not active on here- Zeek2050

- MxM, 18+, nsfw

-I'm in the UK, trans guy he/they. Time zones aren't an issue, but would be nice not waiting a week for a reply, I like to keep a pace going. Also love talking ooc, plotting, world building etc.

- I play an OC, he's very detailed and fleshed out. He runs the most popular Nightclub in the city, and is a minor celebrity. He and the nightclub are known for helping those who are down on their luck, or need to escape a bad situation, so his cannon story centres a lot around that. He also comes with a few plot points that I try to work in.

- DESPERATELY looking for medieval RP. Two Princes, or Prince x someone else having to hide their love and sneak around 👀

-Prefer 3rd person. 

- Hoping for long term rp/slice of life to eventually have nsfw/smut. I loovvee fluff, shy, awkwardness, angst, falling in love romance, possibly mpreg. We can discuss triggers and no-goes.

- Please be able to respond a decent amount. No one liners. I usually write at least a few sentences to 3 paragraphs, depending on the scene. Please add to the story, keep it going. Don't send responses that don't further the scene and make me carry the story. It's exhausting and not fun 😭 let's find a nice pace together!

- also looking to become friends in ooc and simp over our characters together.

-No fury or futa.

- If you're going to ghost me, or make me do all the plotting, don't add 👍 Sorry to sound rude, but I'm so sick of carrying plots or people who just ghost.

Add me on discord if you’d like to talk more. 

[tcsernisauthor]

I’m looking for reviewers! If anyone’s interested in reviewing my book for a free ebook, please DM me! ❤️

Alucard's a reclusive, former god-hunting vampire lord. Zalith's a promiscuous warlord who comes from old money and an ancient demon bloodline. When the pair meet, Alucard's quiet life is turned upside down, and Zalith's 600 years of meaningless conquests appear to be at their end.

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Alucard always works alone; from slaying werewolves and keeping the peace between humans and vampires to carrying out jobs for his tyrant boss, Damien. But when he meets a demon in a small tavern, his entire life is turned upside down. Damien orders him to work with Zalith to move endangered vampires from one world to another, and they only have a year.

But how is he supposed to keep the werewolves at bay while taking care of Zalith's vampires? In order to keep the peace, Alucard has no choice but to split his time between the mission and his deal with the humans. However, when a powerful werewolf Alpha emerges from the forest, Alucard is forced to ask for Zalith's help.

While working alongside one another, their hate slowly dissipates, and Alucard and Zalith perceive an intimidating truth: they were both missing something in their very different lives, and fate might have delivered it to them. But would they have time to grasp it?

[twistedwonderworm]

Greetings! are you okay with threesome? If not please ignore this, can i request Ace Deuce duo dominating their pomiefore senior (mReader) because reader has been too cocky and keep teasing them and they had enough, maybe a bit public sex and breeding too-! (Imagine Ace being too cocky when seeing reader being cockdrunk by them www) thank you! Have a nice day!

Of course you can! I'm sorry this is so late, and I hope this is what you want!

Pretty little slut (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Ace Trappola x M!reader x Deuce Spade

Warnings: Threesome, teasing, degradation, public sex, breeding kink, oral sex, rimming, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, spanking

Word count: 1,204

Everyone in this fic is 18+

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Classes were over for the day, but there were still a few students milling through the halls. That was what made what Ace and Deuce were doing with Y/N so risky. Nonetheless, none of them wanted to stop. Y/N had been such a tease that day, whispering about all of the sinful things he wanted the two Heartslabyul students to do to him into their ears throughout the day. He would also touch their thighs in class and in the library when nobody would see, so very close to where they wanted him but too far away for their liking. So Ace and Deuce decided to punish their beloved.

Currently Ace had his tongue down Y/N's throat as Deuce kissed and sucked on the Pomfiore student's neck and shoulder. His blazer, vest, and shirt were opened and dragged down just enough for his shoulders to be bare. His pants were still on but undone as Ace's hand was inside, fondling his twitching length through his underwear.

"Look at this little slut~" Ace purred after pulling away from Y/N to gaze down into his glazed over eyes. "Only a few touches and he's already this desperate for us~"

Deuce lifted his head just enough to smirk at his fellow Heartslabyul member, "He needs to be punished for how much he tortured us through classes so he won't be getting out of this easily."

Ace nodded, agreeing, giving Y/N a rough squeeze before pulling his hand away, "I wonder how many times we can get him to cum until he can't think anymore~"

Y/N shivered in both fear and arousal at their conversation, "P-please have mercy on me...” He felt his dick twitch in interest though.

Ace chuckled and shook his head, "Sorry, babe. But you started this. This is just payback." He moved to sit in a chair, undoing his pants just enough to pull his cock out, "Get him over here, Deucey. You know how much he loves sucking dick~"

Deuce huffed at being called such but still led their darling towards Ace. While Y/N settled between Ace's legs, Deuce pushed his pants down a little more. He needed to prepare Y/N for what was to come later. Ace let out a soft groan as Y/N's pretty lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Y/N always looked so pretty with a cock in his mouth.

Y/N looked up at Ace to gauge his reactions, swirling his tongue around the head. He knew all control he had currently though would go right out the window once Deuce started taking care of him. He may not be the smartest student in the bunch, but Deuce knew how to use his tongue. Y/N took more of Ace into his mouth, taking his time to worship every inch of it. Ace was still looking down at him, with that cocky grin on his face. Y/N wished he could just wipe it off his face, but Deuce chose that exact moment to begin his attack.

Y/N moaned out around Ace's cock as Deuce lathed his tongue around his hole, teasing their sweet darling even more. Y/N felt like he might just die right here if he was teased like this much longer. Though, he knew he deserved it from how much of a brat he was earlier. Ace grinned and grabbed hold of Y/N’s hair, pulling him down more onto his cock.

“That’s it, just like that, little slut~” Ace purred, hearing Y/N start to gag and choke a bit, “I know you can take it.” Tears sprung to Y/N’s face as the tip of Ace’s cock hit the back of his throat, so he tried to relax his throat a bit to make it easier to deepthroat Ace. He could feel slipping his tongue into him as Ace’s hips started to buck. Y/N was quickly getting distracted from Ace by the wondrous things the blue-haired boy buried in his ass could do with his tongue. Though much to Y/N’s dismay, Deuce didn’t take his time to eat him out until he came, sobbing and drooling. Today was all about Deuce and Ace getting their revenge for his teasing, and their favorite way to punish him was orgasm denial. So he knew he wasn’t getting out of it easily when Deuce started to prepare him with his fingers.

When Y/N was properly prepared, Deuce pulled away from his ass, slapping one of his ass cheeks, causing him to yelp and moan loudly around Ace’s cock. The ginger tugged Y/N’s hair more, his hips bucking up into Y/N’s mouth more. It was obvious that he was close, so Deuce simply smirked and grabbed a hold of Y/N’s hair, pulling him off of Ace’s cock. The Pomfiore student whimpered but said nothing as the ginger swore, his orgasm ruined.

“What the fuck was that about?” He growled, crimson eyes glaring at Deuce.

The blue-haired male was unbothered by his glare, “Why should you get to cum when I’m not even close?” He asked, pulling his cock out and rubbing it up against Y/N’s ass, “You can wait a little bit just like our little slut.”

Ace rolled his eyes but pushed back into Y/N’s mouth as Deuce pushed inside of the Pomfiore student. Both Heartslabyul males groaned in unison and Y/N couldn’t help the moan that slipped out around Ace’s cock. Ace’s movements were faster and rougher than Deuce’s when they finally started to move. Ace just wanted to get off by now, while Deuce still wanted to tease him. He hand stroked Y/N’s cock at the same pace as his hips were moving as he hissed filthy things into Y/N’s ear.

“You like choking on Ace’s cock while taking mine, don’t you~?” He purred, squeezing his lover’s cock. Y/N nodded and moaned again, drawing another moan out of Ace. Tears were falling from Y/N’s cheeks as he came after a few more strokes of Deuce’s hand, cum getting all over Deuce’s fist and the floor. Though, this didn’t stop the other two. Y/N whined and mewled from the overstimulation as they continued to fuck him from both ends.

Ace glanced down at the tear-stained face of their beloved, "Are you being a good little slut for us, darling~?" He purred, "Gonna let Deucey breed that slutty little hole of yours~" The vibration of the moan Y/N released around his cock caused Ace to spill down Y/N’s throat with a cry of his name within a few minutes. Deuce was the last one to finish, giving a few more thrusts before he finished inside of Y/N. The three males slumped over one another, Ace barely staying in the chair he was sitting in.

Deuce kissed Y/N’s temple, smiling when Ace leaned over to the kiss Y/N too, “You did so well, love.” He whispered to him.

Ace nodded and carded his fingers through Y/N’s hair, “Yes, he did, but now we need to figure out how to clean up without getting caught.”

[lettersformonday]

includes - Muichiro

Summary - After being trained by Muichiro for about a year and a half. You grew to like the ditzy boy for awhile.

male lean | female lean | adrogynous lean

genre - fluff

You glanced at Muichiro, while practicing swinging your sword. He looked amazing in every way to you, and that was a problem. You bit your lip and continued swinging. “Y/N...maybe you should take a break. You always look happy when you get them if I can recall.” Muichiro told you, as he looked at you with a straight face. The way he remembers every little thing about you or at least he tries too...literally made you have butterflies. You smiled softly at him, “Okay, I’ll take a 15 minute break.” He only nodded as he watched you walk away.

‘I don’t think I can take him looking at me like that.’ You thought as you kept walking from the training area. “Y/N! Are you taking a break?” Tanjiro yelled with a happy look on his face. “Yes, Muichiro remembered to let me take a break today.” You said blushing at the thought of it. “That’s good! But Y/N I have something to ask you.” Tanjiro asked with an awkward look on his face. “Do you like Muichiro?” Your eyes widened in shock, you were scared to say yes in fright that Tanjiro might not look at you the same.

“I’m asking because I always smell this loving fragrance coming from you when you talk about Muichiro.” Tanjiro continued. You put your head down refusing to meet his eyes. “Yea, I do… if you don’t want to stay friends I understand..” Tanjiro shook his head no and smiled. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t ever not want to be friends with you Y/N, but are you going to tell him?” You shook your head no frantically: “If I tell him I like him he’ll probably forget anyways and he’ll probably stop training me as his Tsugoku!” You yelled out by accident. Tanjiro’s eyes widened as he glanced behind you, you slowly turn around and meet Muichiro’s face full of confusion.

“You..like me Y/N?” Muichiro asked. I turn to look for Tanjiro but he already left leaving the both of us alone. “No-I mean yes, but I’m sorry I do. I didn’t mean to it just happened! I understand..if you feel uncomfortable and don’t want to train me anymore.” You replied stumbling over some words. You look at his expression and tears welled up in your eyes. “Would it be a bad time to say, i like you too? Well, I mean that’s what Shinobu says at least.” Muichiro answered, as he gave a soft but noticeable smile.

Tears softly went down your cheeks. You were happy that he liked you back. You were happy you still get to be his Tsugoku. You were just happy overall from what you hearing. You then pull him into a tight hug, and he gradually hugs you back. “Don’t cry, Y/N. It’s alright.”

[c-h-stevens]

[broken link removed]

Genres: MM romance, fantasy, horror

Azul Mamani is just another young mixed-race farmer and a great-grandson of the Megarchon, the tyrant ruling the entire world. Nobody cares, until he’s hastily summoned to the capital. For the first time since there’s been a Megarchon, no successor can wield the Imperium, the mysterious source of the Megarchon's power. Civil war looms in the horizon.   But Azul has no power and no allies—except for a dangerous man known as Vanth Umbra, King of the Dying Sun. Born to protect the living from the creatures of the Underworld. It’s good that he wants Azul—sex is his one bargaining chip. Vanth shouldn’t be trusted, especially not when he appoints himself as Azul's protector. Caught between a murderous necromancer, an elite guard sworn to the Megarchon, and a dissenter faction with their own plans, however, binding himself to Vanth might be Azul’s only chance to survive. 

Some things you might want to know before reading: Trauma and abuse are central parts of the story. Especially (past) child abuse, including (non-explicit) sexual. There's also some violence, gore, and horror elements, ramping up on later arcs. Though the actual abuse doesn't involve the main couple, poor coping mechanisms and under-negotiated BDSM abound. If any of that is an issue with you, I suggest you skip it. I only add chapter-by-chapter warnings when things are particularly bad. There probably won't be any in this arc.

[inactive02]

Loyalty binds chapter 1

a/n: oop, is that me posting. yep it is, im back and alive sadly, i missed yall very much so i decided to work on this heimdall x non binary oc type series. i thought it would've been really cool to finalize it and write it out. this story is pretty much a back story series for my oc, let me know what you think. this is will going on my ao3 as well.

warnings: theres nothing too bad in this first chapter besides hemidall being heimdall.

words: 2k

Running, that’s all ular ever did, not once did he ever let his fears catch him. If they did, he knew he would be a dead man, the same dream plays like the repeating song of morning birds, the voice of someone calling out his name. Chanting, and chanting until “hey boy! Get up.” his sealed eyes were now open, looking around in a panic before finding the person of this voice. 

Ingmar, the big friendly man who took him in. Raised him like his own. His deep blue eyes and jet black hair with slight grays as he crosses his arms looking down at her, “you know I’m not so positive about being late, plus it’s your first time in Asgard! Don’t want to make your first time a horrible experience, get up and get ready!” Ingmar shouts, The teenager groaned in response, rising from the bed he slept in. Today is a special day for this cute sea boy, Ular. As Ingmar said, it was her first time visiting Asgard, the only time he heard about Asgard was whenever ingamr talked about it. The place sounded like a myth or something that didn’t exist, but it did.

“So, today is finally the day you take me there?” ular teased, in a child-like tone as he hopped around behind Ingmar, heading outside their home to walk up the trail that leads to the wall of Asgard.

“You're getting bratty, kid?” he remarks, looking down at him before standing with his arms crossed. The boy silenced himself in mere seconds of that familiar tone, “huggin!” He barked, raven feathers slowly circling them, Ular’s golden eyes widened in curiosity at what was transpiring in front of him. The birds enclose the two as they are transported. A new life, something new to explore, and Discover is the one thing Ular adores. Fresh things perked her interest in mere seconds.

Once the birds cleared a wonderful sight greeted the little boy, the scenery of the Wooden homes, greenery as far as the eye could see. The lively plaza, shops, and friendly faces around the town. Seeing Ular enjoy the warm and welcoming feeling, Ingmar felt brought a smile to his face, “come on boy! There are lots more to see.” Ingmar shouts, getting the attention of Ular’s ears, he moves quickly catching up to him to follow behind.

In front of him was a tall, wooden, and rather large lodge. Ingmar pushes the two heavy doors open with ease, the slight scrap of wood brought the attention of the people in the room. Ingmar greeted himself with unfamiliar faces Ular doesn’t recognize, There stood a tall woman with long blonde hair and a redhead man with a very bulky body, nearly as big as Ingmar 

“Hey, you two! Remember that little fella I always talked to you all about?” Ingmar lips curved into a bearded smile, “even though he ain’t my son, I still treat him like one” he grinned, revealing the small ular to them. The Leventhion ruffles up his hair, earning a slight whine from Ular.

Thor, the redhead, bent down to look at Ular with a cheeky smile. “You look like a tough boy, I mean you were raised by one” he boasted, eyebrow gesturing towards Ingmar, even though all three of them were gigantic compared to Ular. Surprisingly, he kept his composure.

Sif and Thor were their names, ingmar mentioned them a few times to Ular whenever he asked about Asgard. Saying things like Thor being the god of thunder and sif carrying many scrolls of the nine realms, these two were quite the character. “I hope Asgard is a welcoming place as much as you think it is. You two came in time just for breakfast, come have a seat” Sif stated, giving Ular a soft smile as well, going over to one of the maidens and whispering something to them, marching off to the personal quarters of the lodge. Ular didn’t question much about it, for now, he followed behind Ingmar and takes a seat at the big table, very excited about what was being cooked.

The smell from the kitchen passed by the boy's nose, sweet and meat, is what he smelled, stomach growling, Heavy footsteps brought him out of his hungry daze, and glancing to the source, the maiden guiding a sun kissed-skin colored boy, Blonde but slightly Curly hair draped over his face and wearing a long sleeve silky golden shirt and brown pants. His appearance resembled a prince, the most noticeable detail that stood out was his eyes. His iris shining the color of a deep magenta, Ular’s interest in the new-found friend sparked like a match seeing him, excited that he was meeting someone his age. Someone who he can relate to instead of Ingmar whose way older than him.  After Ular reframed from his thoughts to distract him, the boy sat down in front of him at the table with everyone else, Thor scoffs “you look like helhiem visited you” he laughed, getting the attention of the younger boy with a slight groan of annoyance. 

Ular thought that joke was a bit funny. A chuckle left his chocolate lips, then immediately silenced himself once he felt the male's piercing, magenta gaze on him. “You think that’s funny? How would you think the all father would react knowing you’ve brought an unknown guest, Thor?” He spat back, staring daggers at the poor boy, The other aesir continued to eat his food.

“Get your head out of ya ass, Heimdall. You think he doesn’t know about them.” Thor remarks, chewing on more food, before turning his attention to sif and Ingmar. Leaving the two boys in awkward silence as they eat their breakfast, not once did those hateful eyes leave ulars gaze.

Ular looked between his bowl and the boy, hoping he doesn’t talk, but his wishes aren’t always answered “you're pretty silent for a boy with a loud mind, I’m talking to you!” he stated, waiting for ular to raise his focus from that food. Seconds go by until the caramel teen gave Heimdall his attention.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I had good food” ular elaborated, a cheeky smile following behind, the blonde hated that smile, how can he smile with those loud thoughts in his head? Heimdall questioned, his thick brows furrowing. 

It annoys him.

Sliding the bowl over to Ular, insisting he can have the rest of his meal, Ular swipes the bowl immediately and continued eating the meal, “what is your name?” Ular asked, chewing his meal. The other male felt quite disgusted by the sound and sight.

“I’m Heimdall, I see you enjoy shrimp stew, it’s my favorite” he replied, a smirk growing on his face watching Ular eat the food. Heimdall admires the sight of such a fragile boy, eating the meal, oblivious to what's in the bowl, hearing the last words the aesir told,  Ular’s expression turned from happiness to disgust in seconds. Maybe he’s going crazy but how did Heimdall know Ular is allergic to seafood, in a quick session Ular tries to get the taste out of his mouth, gulping the nearest water. The sound of Heimdall’s laughter echoes in the background from the show.

Ular finished his mead with a loud gulp to add, before slamming it down, “and that’s how he nearly killed me.” he concludes, his head leaning into his rough palm as he sat at the table with his two close friends, Leif the huldra and the bright redhead larvisa. His two friends indulged in the horrible yet, cute memory ular wanted to tell them about. The taller man remembered the memory like it was yesterday, it was probably the last time he has seen the aesir, purposely avoiding him for many years, but to his dismay Heimdall always found him. Giving him a scare or cry, words of judgment even, whenever ular was caught he wouldn’t hear the end of it from that blonde dog. Years went on, and Ular noticed how he hasn’t seen Heimdall that each year. Which is a good thing, right?

“He’s truly an asshole, straight up!” larvisa comments, kicking her boots up as she sips her mead, the huldra beside her silently drinking their water.

Leif gazes over at ular with a slight tilt of their head, “I'm surprised he hasn’t tried to sabotage you when you were volunteering.” they added, to the already bad look heimdall has for himself. The deity’s mind tried to ponder on that thought but it no longer did once he realized he has many things to do today, ones Sif told him specifically to do

“I’ve forgotten I’m on volunteer today for Sif, she doesn’t like it when I’m late, so I’m heading off!” he exclaims, leaving quickly out the bar. Pushing the bar door open, his soft boots mooch on the grounds of Asgard, speed walking to the great lodge. Some people question, why ular who’s a great being of the many seas is on volunteer duty. Well, he prefers to be on the sidelines knowing there's blood on his hands from his family name, he wants to be the opposite of dangerous. If he’s out all willy-nilly, keeping his hands busy doing many jobs like guarding the sea, helping in the mess hall, maybe even helping with training, or going on important missions for Odin with Ingmar and Thor.

 It makes him feel, human. It may sound like he’s your local housewife, but he’s able to do many things that he’s proud of. Those were the very goals he took seriously to the T as he strides to the great lodge, opening the door with a heavy swing, his vibrant irises already finding Lady sif in seconds. Talking to one of the helpers about the task for the day, the seaman moved over to sif and listens in on the conversation. 

Looming over her for a while before she feels his presence, turning around and receiving a beautiful smile from her. Opening her lips to speak elegantly “I hope you rested well, young man” she charms, earning a cheeky smile from ular out of embarrassment realizing he was a bit late to the party.

“I rested greatly, lady sif” he assured, Sif’s eyes lingering on him for a few seconds before nodding and explaining to him the very task he has today, handing over the wooden basket for collecting the sheets in the back of the great lodge. This wasn’t anything fresh to ular, she was used to doing these tasks every day whenever Sif needs him.

Her walking stopped as finished her orders, and she turned to him again, looking up at Ular “you heard everything I said, right?” She pressures, handing him a wooden basket. Watching Ular nod with haste before she strolled off to deal with her duties, His finger slightly tapped on the wooden material, strolling over to the first place, thrud’s room. Picking up anything that needed to be washed, and doing this slightly with haste, his muscle memory knowing what to get or what to not get. These tasks stray him even further away from his father, it's not a bad thing either, knowing that people mistake him for the son of Cthulhu define him only as that and not his own person, they don’t bleed the same color.

The thought of it drives the man insane because he knows he couldn’t do such a thing nor even try, the result of it is a sigh of irritation leaving his trembling lips trying to cast the thoughts aside. Why, why? is all he could ask himself, this life that was given to him by force was no mistake but held a purpose. 

A purpose he hasn’t quite figured out yet.

The sound of soft scrape of stainless leather and clanging metal plates stood out to Ular’s sensitive ears. It is the hinted of armor that holds no extended use, that was shined and oiled, with grace. The kilt was no foreign sound to him, something so unique that it entered the room; a particular person that wasn’t unfamiliar to him, the kilt shifting with the steps he takes. 

“Wow, you’ve grown to be a maiden! A questionable occupation,” Heimdall cackled, the handsome man standing proud as his gaze combed over the deity. It was hard for ular to hate people, even Heimdall himself isn’t going to break that habit for him.

“Is that your way of asking to get your dirty sheets, Heimdall?” He asked, attention going elsewhere to the task at hand.

Heimdall’s hum slipped to scoff from the response, “reading my mind? As if you could, but since you insist..” 

Walking away from the door frame with a slight shake of his head, Ular followed behind from afar, This interaction feels no different from when they were younger, with Heimdall bashing Ular with his words, maybe even with his hands if they spared. Ular never lets him walk all over him as he does with others.

“Do you have nothing else better to do? Maybe something Odin needs?”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry a bit about that. I simply came to help you organize,” he retorted, stopping at his room door. The aesir’s gaze searches ular's expression for something with a curious eye 

His eyes only found a stiff expression, the deep golden eyes of a man with little patience. Not even being slightly different from before.

“No matter my words, your thoughts think nothing of them?” he questions, a mocking smirk dawning on his lips as his hands graze his own chin.

“Why should I question the words of a dog?”

“Of what?” He snarls, stepping forward with an intimidating posture to suit him. Magenta eyes pierced daggers into golden ones, They know one of them is always ready to talk back to the other with no problem, why should he be scared?

“Heimdall!” The fair old man called, Heimdall’s focus breaking as Odin’s voice shattered the tension between the two.

“Could you come to my study, I want to have a talk with you.” odin commands, stepping away to leave for his study. Ular could notice the movement on his cheeks, the silent biting of his cheek before stomping away from him. Another thing to settle for future preferences, he has all the patients in the world.

But not for Heimdall.

A/N: this took a while to write, i'll try my best to keep up my flow and im gratful you read the first chapter of something very chaotic thats brewing.

[brattierthanyou]

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[pumpkinqueenautumn]

Saturday, September 24th, 1995

It had been a crisp, autumn day in the city, with an overcast sky hanging over the bustling area, a stark contrast to the array of oranges and reds that began falling down from tree tops. People walked to and from their destinations, as if the living souls around them were irrelevant to the world they resided in. Nothing more than meer blimps in their radar that crescendoed out with every passing foot step.

And amongst these lonely wanderers was a young man by the name of Cole McBride, who had just finished another mundane shift at the library. What he had anticipated to be an escape for the realities of the modern world, had simply added to his bleak outlook on society, unable to find any play within his duties.

After he finished stacking the remaining books into their homes, the blonde punched out, strolling aimlessly on the sidewalk that would lead him to his feeble one bedroom apartment. However, something… stopped him, big light green eyes scanning a quiet antique shop. Though he couldn’t put his finger on it… something was drawing him- no, pulling him inside.

Shifting through the ancient trinkets and discarded kitchen supplies, his subconscious, for no apparent reason, decided to head to a hidden section in the back, where he saw an old VHS tape with 1984 Incident in red letters. Something seemed… off about this item, but he deduced it to be some low budget horror film. Bringing it up to the counter, the cashier only wanted a measly ten cents for it. And with that, the porcelain skinned young adult ventured home, arriving at his quaint apartment, covered in the floral patterns it came with when he had first moved in.

Setting his belongings down, with a strange tingling sensation spreading about, he placed the tape into his player, turning on his television set.

“Every breathe you take

And every move you make”

The room went hazy, and his extremities shivered with torment, unable to articulate what was even playing before him, flashes of distorted color strobing outwards.

“Every bond you break,

Every step you take,

I’ll be watching you”

He fell, but it didn’t hurt. He felt nothing. Only darkness. But that would quickly fade in the coming days.

“Oh can’t you see… you belong to me?”

(Hi there! Tumblr wouldn’t let me post this to my side blog, so here I am lol. This is a fanfic/AU type of introduction I wrote after obsessing over the game Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack! Taking place ten years after the incident, Cole is a shy, introverted librarian who feels invisible to the world around him. Can a certain clown man brighten his dreary world? If you are 21+ and would like to play Jack, I would love to explore this! Thank you for reading!)