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[3-dsimp]

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Monster rule 101: Don’t play with fire around your Mothman!

Mothman! Dabi x monster hunter! Fem reader

Cw: Black coded, Humiliation, asphrodiasic, slight mind break, degradation, praise, NFSW, monsterfuxking, overstimulation, breeding, impregnation, usage of cunt

🔞 MDNI/ NO AGELESS BLOGS🔞

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Tag list: @walkerofclouds @lyra-lore27 @geniusso @genshin-impacts-me

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You were on a mission.

A very dangerous mission that was a code gold also known as Legendary. Meaning that the monstrous threat was equivalent to a whole country being wiped off the map. However, due to certain circumstances only one solider could be dispatched to deal with the golden threat.

The reason for that being because of how hyper sensitive the Mothman is to overcrowding within its territory. The team dispatch leader decided to proceed with the utmost caution lest they trigger its frenzy mode. Which would ultimately result in the loss of lives country wide, burning underneath the raging pure blue flames of the otherworldly demon.

<< Have you located the Mothman? Over >>

“Yes I’ve got eyes on the area sir, permission to proceed?”

<< Permission granted. Over >>

You were chosen out of a select few individuals for being the cream of the crop, to carry out this dire mission to save all of mankind. If you could succeed then you’d be set for life! Having the fame and the riches that come along with it, all in exchange for exterminating the deadliest bug humanoid in existence. You’d say that’s a fair trade, since it was high risk high reward type situation.

But as you approached the abandoned cave you could feel a sense of dread wash over your entire being.

You were being watched.

You could feel the sweat accumulate upon your lush brown skin littered in goosebumps. Then you heard a sharp chuff that echoed off the walls, seemingly the Mothman enjoyed watching you squirm from his focused attention.

Venturing even deeper into the unknown you tightly grasped at your equipment, a tool of reassurance you could say. That happened to be a flamethrower. Yes, out of all the weapons you chose a hazardous contraption that resembled a dragons breath.

Why? Mostly because you thought it’d be cool to go out in a blaze of glory should you happen to fail in your conquest to get the target in check. But it was also strategic in a way, since moths were attracted to light. You’ve had to find some kind of way to draw them out.

Too bad you didn’t get the chance to use it before you’re snatched into furry arms that secured you to the monsters chest. Which vibrated from his snarky greeting.

“You took too long enough for my liking doll, now shall we get down to business already? “

You could feel his bulge press up against the your ass, rubbing between your cheeks.

“I’m feeling a bit pent up”

He rasped impatiently into your ear, boy did his voice do wonders as it spiked your arousal. But you had a job to do, unfortunately. Gathering your composure you asserted yourself to the monster.

“You already know why I’m here right? Mr. Mothman.”

You could feel him chuckle darkly against your neck, highly amused by your sense of professionalism. Even while having his dick steadily grind against your back, covering you in clear fluids. Making your thighs shake in excitement.

“Obviously, but just call me Dabi, dollface. You’re gonna wear it out in a few moments might as well get a lil practice in ya?”

You were dumbfounded. Could he be implying what you’re thinking—

“Judging from the look on your pretty face, I’m guessing your little agency didn’t fill ya in on our little inside deal huh?”

He purred

You could feel his loosened grip completely leave your body. Allowing you to be able to face the Mothman hunched over in all of his 7ft glory. He had tuffs of black fur covering his toned ripped chest, arms, and legs. His overall body type was lean and slender. The dark colored wings sprouting at large from behind, before being folded back neatly into place. To avoid you from seeing his jagged scars littered across them.

“All I can say is that you’re in for one hell of a ride once I get my hands on you Baby. So Outta the kindness of my heart I’ll give you a 5 minute head start—”

He paused, as you gave him an warm embrace of your own. Grinding against his bulge that continued to grow even further against you. He looked down at you in disbelief, but it wasn’t before long until he connected the dots.

“ Don’t tell me, You’re one of those monster fanatics aren’t ya?”

To be quite frank yes. You were an absolute fan of monsters, you fantasized about getting close and becoming friends with one. But now you were gonna be the mate of a code legendary?? You couldn’t believe your luck. Plus it was the mission you were given, so as the loyal solider that you are. You gratefully accepted your fate with no questions asked.

The Mothman merely laughed in the irony of it all, a monster hunter wanting to be fucked by a monster it was so priceless. A devious smirk planted on his face As he bended over down to your height charred lips barely touching the shell of your ear only to whisper darkly of a precautionary warning of what you’re getting into.

“ You do realize that I’m in heat right doll?”

He reached his hand down running his tempered claws down the fat of your thick ass giving it a tight squeeze before hooking your leg up to leave some room for him to freely press his huge twitching bulge against your moist mound.

“I’m barely hanging on by a thread, so Don’t hold anything against me if I lose control got it?”

It wasn’t long until you were on the brink of being fucked to death by the Mothman of your dreams. face pushed down into the cocoon like nest he prepared in advance as his extended feeler limbs sprouted out from his sides, to grasp at you from behind hooking onto your waist. Keeping you grounded on his intrusive dick. While his primary arms wrapped around you tightly to play with your breasts that jigged violently from his ruthless thrusts from behind.

“You’re sucha pretty lil thing for me aren’t ya?”

The strong pheromones that wafted off from his wings made you feel so vulnerable and helpless within his smoldering embrace. You couldn’t keep count of how many times you’ve came alone from him just penetrating your cervix. It was as if you were on cloud nine enjoying the way his cum covered cock kept digging even deeper inside your snug snatch trying to ensure that you’d get pregnant with his brood.

“Your slutty pussy just can’t seem to get enough of my dick, don’t worry doll I’ll make you take all of it”

He murmured eyes staring down dangerously at the way your pliant body bended to his ministrations. He payed close attention to the way his dick continued to be devoured by your juicy cunt. That sucked and messaged his thick cock inside the hot mesh of your inner walls determined to be flooded with his baby batter.

“ Mmh D-Dabi please I can’t—!”

You babbled dumbly with drool hanging down from the corners of your fucked out plump lips. As the intensity of his rapid heavy thrusts began to increase its assault against your quivering quim.

You tried to crawl away from yet another approaching high that was dead set on crashing down on your senses. But his firm grip on your neck yanked you back into reality.

“ Aye Dollface don’t ever try to fuckin crawl away from me again, you’re mine you got that?”

Dabi hissed, giving you a sharp tug on your butterfly locs and a harsh bite on your shoulder as a fair warning.

The cave was emitting loud strange sounds from the inside, alerting to anyone from around the area to vacate the premises immediately. In case the Mothman were to come out of his home and start wrecking chaos. But little did they know that Stowed away deep inside the cave for a whole week did you lay beneath the Mothman in all your naked glory.

Freshly fucked all the way to Sunday during his still ongoing heat cycle. Where the only thing covering you was his semen that painted your caramel skin from your breasts down to your overused cunt stuffed to the brim with his cum that trickled out from your puffy pussylips. Only to be pushed back in by his long veiny dick just to ensure that the next of his kin would live on inside your womb.

Hey At least you prevented a worldwide tragedy, right?

[silviakundera]

Kinnporsche Fanfic Recs

In celebration of the 2 year anniversary, here is an avalanche of Kinn/Porsche fics that I've enjoyed. Painfully incomplete & posted in no particular order. My shipping interests are 100% focused on the K/P couple and that will be reflected in my list, sorry 😘.

Deep Like a Coastal Shelf by Lilla_Torg

(79,000 words) Green Arrow inspired AU. "After five years abroad, Kinn Theerapanyakul returns to find his city under siege by a vigilante known as the Phoenix."

Stain of Sun by Lilla_Torg

(78,000 words) Omega brothers Porsche (hacker) and Chay (grifter) team up to take down the Theerapanyakul crime family. Things do not go as planned. // This marries A/B/O with mutant powers. As long as you're not wholly opposed to Omegaverse, give it a chance. Every one of this author's long KPtS fics is a banger.

Pouring Down Crimson Fire by Lilla_Torg

(119,000 words) Sort of a mutant AU but honestly that underplays how fucking cool this fic is. “I think you know something about keeping secrets,” said Kinn. He flashed Porsche a pocket-ace smirk. “You’re mine. Say it.”

The boy he’d been fourteen years ago would have told him where to shove it. But Porsche had been around long enough to know that the mafia always won. Still, he looked around, searching for a way out, before giving up and turning back to Kinn, those black eyes awaiting his surrender.

“I’m yours,” he said.

a perpetual unscattering by concernedlily

(31,000 words) Canon-divergence AU. “Pissing in bottles behind a cocktail bar,” Kinn said. “But Pa gave him to me, so I’m stuck with him.” To a visibly furious Porsche he said, “You don’t know the minor family? Never come across any of them before?”

“How would I know the fucking minor family?” Porsche snapped.

what a tangled web we weave by fortunehasgivenup

(80,000 words) 1000 Nights inspired alternate universe, fantasy-historical Thailand. // After the betrayal of his first husband, King Anakinn Theerapanyakul vows to never love again. Once a week, he takes a new husband, a young man who will not live to see another dawn.

When a nobleman comes to find a young man to adopt and marry off to the king in place of his own son, Thee chooses Chay.

Faced with an outcome that he refuses to contemplate, Porsche steps in and takes Chay's place. He only has one request for the king - to be allowed to tell his brother one last bedtime story.

Burn Your Name Into My Skin by Everyforkedroad

(72,000 words) In which Kinn visits a high-end sex club and he & Porsche meet under the guise of anonymity for what should be a 1 night encounter. Except not only are they intensely drawn together... things are not what they seem.

Salt by ronandhermy

(49,000 words) Sweat stings because the salt is purifying. Porsche may be in high school but he is still a National Champion in Taekwondo and he catches the eye of the national team's newest sponsor: The Theerapanyakun Family. Alternate first meeting. Leans into the darkness of canon, read the tags and proceed w caution.

how do you like it, daddy by Baby_Droll

(28,000 words) "and ain't shit 'bout me cheap and ain't shit 'bout me free" - our lord and savior, florence millicent. kinn & porsche, and all the other pieces on their fucked up chess board. a sugar baby/daddy au with an omegaverse twist. // This is a dark reimagining alternate universe. Iconic toxic K/P fic.

two shots by Martynax

(81,000 words) AU, different first meeting. Porsche joined the armed forces & became a hired gun. // “So I’m supposed to end a mafia dispute?”

“Something like that,” he mutters, wondering if he’s making a mistake, revealing it to Porsche so soon. Nothing is set in stone, after all. But he has a gut feeling that the man appreciates honesty and simplicity much more than intrigue and schemes.

be the best you ever tasted by Martynax

(90,000 words) an AU where Porsche's life is shit so he shakes his perky little bum for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show. Porsche doesn't fuck customers and shouldn't get associated with whatever grey business his boss is trying to run out of the club. But... you know how this is gonna go.

between the sheets by DasWarSchonKaputt

(70,000 words) “And who’s that?”

“Oh. That’s Porsche. He’s Khun Kinn’s live-in boytoy. He’s harmless, mostly. Just a pretty face.”

A boyfriend can go so many places a bodyguard can’t. As the threat of a potential leak in their security forces looms large, Khun Korn hatches a plot to place an added layer of protection around his heir presumptive. Enter Porsche, former bartender, current bodyguard, and reluctant fake boyfriend of Kinn Theerapanyakul.

Stumbling to the Edge by FireRisingOverTheHills

(51,000 words) Of the genre of KP fics where Kinn and Porsche meet-cute in a random bar encounter, instead of a meet-ugly, this one is my fav. I just really enjoy the Kinn PoV with his what?! is?! happening??? vibes as he finds himself irresistibly drawn to someone who doesn't fit neatly into defined roles.

"He makes this all seem like it’s perfectly normal and Kinn is helpless to do anything but go along with it."

Whatever Else that Touches You by technicallyverycowboy

(9,330 words) Tender established relationship and bisexual self discovery, post canon. // "No, it's fine." Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn's side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. "The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men."  Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.

An Elegant Mechanism by Laughsalot3412

(87,000 words) A/B/O AU, Kim centric with some background K/P and dysfunctional brothers & cousin bonding. The only fic on this list that isn't K/P primary. //  "Kim was only an omega when he was luring people closer to his gun. No one had to give Kim a weapon. He was one.  (Kim's mission is to get close to Porchay Kittisawat. Chay is not a typical alpha. Kim is not a typical omega. Kim isn't having feelings and Chay is going to be so normal about all of this.)"

Love and Violence by thewayside

(9,500 words) Beautifully written, post ep 14. // "Love and violence have always been bedfellows for Kinn. Down to how his first proper relationship ended in a pool of blood. Porsche’s beauty might have drawn him in, but he knows in his gut that he met someone in kind that first night, blood coursing through their veins as the fight ended and Porsche led him onto a bike to a road he barely knew."

Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by The_Old_Astronomer

(13,000 words) Missing scene set between the end of episode 6 and the side story (pre-ep 7). Porsche fights to keep Kinn alive after the attack, and gradually realises how much the other man means to him.

Night Call by vesna (mrsronweasley)

(34,500 words) "On Kinn's birthday, Kinn is dragged by Tae and Time to a strip club, where he gets a private dance from a man who calls himself Jom. Kinn is smitten. Things spin out from there." Canon AU, where Porsche became a stripper because bartending wasn't paying enough.

NFWMB by vesna (mrsronweasley)

(18,700 words) There's a rushing in Kinn's ears, a noise he can't shake. It almost makes him miss the next thing Arm tells him. "He was supposed to check in, as per protocol, but—"  "But what," Kinn snaps. A headache is building behind one of his eyes.  Arm's eyes are wide right before he lowers them and says, "He hasn't been heard from in two and a half hours."  Or, post-canon Porsche is kidnapped. Kinn goes through it.

Caught Off Guard by Altered_Ego

(23,000 words) The one where Porsche is one of his escort's bodyguard. Alternate first meeting; Porsche took another path to support his brother.

the less i know the better by mslunita

(45,000 words) Bored Kinn joins Tinder in hopes of getting his rocks off with a different kind of guy, instead of the standard escorts. Porsche challenges him in just the right way. // Alternate first meeting. Basically their canon selves, but this is after Porsche has already had his bi awakening.

XXX curious STRAIGHT boy BEGS for COCK for the FIRST TIME XXX by mirrorofprinces

(35,000 words ) Porn industry AU. “Porsche is extremely close to signing. In fact, he has a final meeting with the execs on Monday morning. The only condition is that he wants to request his first partner, and it’s you.”  Kinn takes a long drink of his whiskey, sets the glass down, and runs his tongue over his teeth. “So you had to meet with me, urgently, to tell me that a beautiful boy wants me to fuck him, thinking I’d say no.” He drums his fingers on the bartop. “Which means there’s a catch.”

paint my kiss across your chest (your touch is like a happy pill) by darkknight

(16,000 words) Episode 8 era. "Porsche discovers different new ways of how good sex can feel, ways that would never even have crossed his mind before meeting Kinn."

quis custodiet ipsos custode by concernedlily

(8,600 words) Porsche being on dangerous missions and Kinn discovering he has Feelings About That. Missing scenes and Post Ep 14.

Wing of a Butterfly by Kalere

(320,000 words) Some years before the canon storyline, two young men have a random encounter at a bar. Their friendship changes everything. // The epic Porsche & Vegas friendship fic.

[sisterofsomeone]

SisterofSomeone's Masterlist!

Hiya! I'm SisterofSomeone, otherwise known as Caitlin. I'm 23 and am slowly coming back to into the world of fanfiction writing. So here is my very barebones masterlist, and some little insights into some fics I have planned, enjoy! If you would like to be added to my tag list just send me a message or comment on here, I’d be more than happy to add you 🥹💜

Just as a little warning, I won't write: full non-con (cnc and dub-con are allowed), minors, excessive gore, full incest (e.g. brother x sister, but step brother x step sister is cool with me), pregnancy scares/unplanned pregnancy, more may be added as I think of them and I always hold the right to not answer/write for whatever reason I want :)

Seventeen

Choi Seungcheol

WIP: Seeing You After All This Time - Summary: Seungcheol, that gummy smiled, annoying boy you grew up with would always have your heart. Even if it seemed like he didn’t want it anymore.  Warnings: idol!Seungcheol x idol!fem!reader, lovers to exes to lovers, angst, fluff, mentions of depression/insomnia, mentions of self-harm/self-harming behaviour, references to disordered eating, bodyweight comments (but no actual numbers), swearing, established relationship, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Yoon Jeonghan

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Hong Joshua

WIP: The Three Musketeers - Summary: When the boys are on tour they like to wind down with some good food, good drinks, good music, and good company. So when you’re batting your eyelashes at them in the hotel bar, they know they’re in for a good evening. Warnings: idol!joshua x fem!reader x idol!Seokmin x idol!Jihoon, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names, foursome

Wen Junhui

nothing here yet sadly :(

Kwon Soonyoung

nothing here yet sadly :(

Jeon Wonwoo

Until Death Do Us Part - Summary: On a wedding day in Baldur’s Gate, a marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. There is a common myth passed around that once, a very long time ago, a woman was tricked into marriage by a demon of sorts and only found out when they wed. Every wedding at that moment the room falls silent, waiting for another scream, another myth making secret to be revealed. You just never thought you would be witness to it. Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader (because I can't help myself), established relationship/situationship, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking, smoking, there are references to end game BG3 and spoilers for the whole game so please proceed with caution! smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Lee Jihoon

WIP: The Three Musketeers - Summary: When the boys are on tour they like to wind down with some good food, good drinks, good music, and good company. So when you’re batting your eyelashes at them in the hotel bar, they know they’re in for a good evening. Warnings: idol!joshua x fem!reader x idol!Seokmin x idol!Jihoon, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names, foursome

Lee Seokmin

Self Destruction - Summary: Lee Seokmin. No words could describe your love for him, how your heart raced when he was near. But you two were growing apart, his eyes and hands wandering away from yours. Now you harboured a growing hatred for the man you once loved so dearly, and as much as you wanted it to stop growing, he just kept adding fuel to the fire. Warnings: toxic!Seokmin x toxic!fem!reader, slight Wonwoo x reader, established relationship, lovers to enemies to ???, ANGST!!!, swearing, cheating, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl), oral sex (male receiving)

WIP: Friendzoned - Summary: Warnings:

WIP: The Three Musketeers - Summary: When the boys are on tour they like to wind down with some good food, good drinks, good music, and good company. So when you’re batting your eyelashes at them in the hotel bar, they know they’re in for a good evening. Warnings: idol!joshua x fem!reader x idol!Seokmin x idol!Jihoon, smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names, foursome

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Kim Mingyu

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

Xu Minghao

nothing here yet sadly :(

Boo Seungkwan

nothing here yet sadly :(

Chwe Vernon

WIP: Secret Player Two - Summary: You’re enjoying a solo, quiet night in while your boyfriend is away at Milan fashion week by playing your new favourite video game when there's a knock at the door. When you invite Vernon in to chill with you, you never imagined the effect a video game sex scene might have on your, well, frustrated new player two. Warnings: idol!Vernon x idol!fem!reader, swearing, cheating, smut MDNI 18+,

Lee Chan

WIP: In the Blind Spot - Summary: You’re Seungcheol’s little sister. Innocent and sweet. He’s always said you’re completely off limits to all the boys. You’re 2 years younger than Chan for fucks sake, way too young for any of the rabble. But unbeknownst to him, you’re being hounded by some of his best friends. Just can’t let big brother find out you’re not exactly opposed to spending some ‘one on one’ time with them. Got to get the deed done in his blind spot. Warnings: idol!Chan x fem!reader, idol!Seokmin x fem!reader, idol!Jeonghan x fem!reader, idol!Mingyu x fem!reader, swearing, smut MDNI 18+,

WIP: Friendzoned - Summary: Warnings:

[nc-vb]

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚, & 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

a long time coming that I've meant to compile a list, but it just kept growing and growing and growing...

the webtoon list includes my very personal & important in-my-heart recommendations. aaaaand the rest are mostly smutty, kinky, and even a little dark.......... do not perceive, just enjoy. and support the official author's work and translations if you can!!

if there are any in this list you'd like a heads up about before reading, feel free to drop me an ask and I'll give you my honest opinion/review.

if you're having trouble locating anything, shoot me an ask (because i have most, if not all, of the links saved).

and feel free to gush to me if you liked any of them!! i'm always happy to talk about mmm's.

[updated july 3rd, 2023] - newly added titles are in green.

𝐵𝐿 = boy's love genre 𝐆𝐋 = girl's love genre 𝟏+ = includes harems & poly relationships ❤ = absolute masterpieces, highly recommended! ! = proceed with extreme caution/heed all warnings

please heed all warnings and tags found within each of these recommendations, as well as my own warnings from the symbol legend above and found throughout this post.

some of these are sfw and some aren't. some of these aren't for the faint of heart and will be marked to be read at your own risk. additionally, not all are translated into English. 𝐵𝐿/𝐆𝐋 are separate from the general list.

𝐖𝐄𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐍

A Messy Fairy Tale 𝟏+

A Summer Night's Dream

Age Matters ❤

Back to You

Bailin and Li Yun BL❤

Bitten Contract

Boyfriend of the Dead

Castle Swimmer BL

City of Blank

Dating With a Tail

Daytime Star

Devil Number 4 ❤

Devilish Romance

Down to Earth

Dreaming Freedom

Ghost Wife

Ghostly Buddie

Half-Ghost

Harem of LuuAnh

Hello Baby ❤

I'm the Grim Reaper

I Love Yoo ❤

It's Mine

Jeff's Disorders

Kind of Confidential

Little Rain

Lore Olympus ❤

Love Advice from the Great Duke of Hell ❤

Mage & Demon Queen GL

Marry Me!

Maybe Meant to Be

Meow Man

Midnight Poppy Land

Midnight Rain

Mom, I'm Sorry

Morgana and Oz

Muse on Fame

My Beloved Emperor

My Dear Cold-Blooded King

My Four Husbands 𝟏+

My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me ❤

My Lovely Bodyguard

Nice to Meet You

Not Even Bones

Operation: True Love ❤

Pastel-colored Pages

Phase

Scorching Romance

See You in My 19th Life ❤

Selina ~ Moon Bride ~

Siren's Lament ❤

Soleil

Space Boy

Strange and Wild

SubZero

Swimming Lessons for a Mermaid ❤

Take Off BL

The Devil is a Handsome Man

The First Night With the Duke ❤

The Guy Upstairs

The Newlywed Diary of a Witch and a Dragon ❤

The RUNWAY

There Must Be Happy Endings

To the Stars and Back BL

Trapped ❤

Unlovable Replacement

When Jasy Whistles ❤❤

Winter Woods

Your Smile is a Trap ❤

𝐒𝐅𝐖

Abe-kun's Got Me Now! (Abe-kun ni Nerawaretemasu)

A Master, Who Woke Up As a Concubine ❤

And Yet, You Are So Sweet (Na no ni, Chigira-kun amasugiru)

Beloved in-Laws (poor transl.)

Bon Appétit ❤

Don't Blush, Sekime

Forget My Husband, I'll Go Make Money (Aug 2023)

Golden Forest !

I, My, Me, Mine ❤ (アイマイミーマイン)

I Became the Male Lead's Adopted Daughter

I Can't Keep Up With My Stallion Duke ❤❤

I Will Change the Genre

I Will Rewrite the Dead End Novel

In the Clear Moonlit Dusk ❤ (Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki)

It's My Destiny to Be the Hero's Saviour !

Kubo Won't Let Me Be Invisible

Love's in Sight!

Loving Yamada at Lv 999 ❤❤❤

Male Lead, I'll Respect Your Taste !

Ookami no Musume ❤❤

Pink and Habanero ❤ (Pink to Habanero)

Protected by My Dragon Knight (Seijo wa Ryuukishi-sama ni Mamorarete)

Scary Faced High Schooler and Miss Plain Jane

Second Life of a Trash Princess

Sinking too deep in your rabbit hole, now I'm drowning in your love

Stella Next to Me ❤ (Tonari no Stella)

The Cunning Princess and the Shark ❤

The Fragrant Flower Blooms With Dignity ❤ (Kaoru Hana wa Rin to Saku)

The Muscle Girl Next Door

The Obsessive Second Male Lead Has Gone Wild

The Reasons We Fall in Love ❤ (Watashi-tachi ga koisuru riyuu)

The Tyrant's Comfort Doll !

To the Dear F-Phantom of the Opera (Shinai naru F e: Opera-za no Kaijin)

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun ❤ (Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun)

Vampire Lord's Greatest Wife ❤

Welcome to the Yandere Cafe (rating subject to change)

Yojouhan no Ibara Hime

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐅𝐖

あざと可愛い✕くんの執着サド交尾は本物です x!!!

無能力巫女は狛犬の淫紋快楽漬け x❤!

2LDK IKEMEN Tsuki Bukken Arimasu !!

A Dream Between the Sheets ❤❤

A Gentle Sea Monster and a Lonely Girl !

A Predator in a Skirt !

A Sip of Poison !

Boy's Abyss (subject to change, new read) !!

Childhood Friend's Secret Massage !

Consort to the Fox Spirit Lord

Dark Fall !

Depths of Malice !

Devoured by a Bookworm Girl !

Fire in His Fingertips ❤

Former Delinquent Farmer's Sex Appeal is Dangerous!

From Him to Who? ~Sex With My Body-Snatched Husband ❤

Gokudou to Omega - Mukidashi no Katsuai

Hana's Demons of Lust !

Hare-kon 𝟏+

Heat 200 Meters Away (200 M Saki no Netsu)

Honey, I'm Going On a Strike!

How to Make a Frigid Girl Cum

I'm in Love With Mr. Hanabusa

Lady K and the Sick Man ❤❤

Last Order wa Ojou-san de Dekiai Jouren Kyaku ni Kyuuai saretemasu

Junai - Pure Wet Love

Kuma to Tora ~Taikakusa Osananajimi no Hajimete kara, Kemono ni Naru 2-kakan made~ x

Madoka Exorcist ❤!

Mede Little Roy !

Mr. Tada is a Top Performer

Muttsuri Akazukin-kun kara wa nige rarenai

My Cold Co-worker Obsessively Loves Me

Pet Baby Doll

Pygmalion's Savior is a Big But Immature Love Monster !❤

Red Hot Proposal: Surrounded by His Tanned Body

Sadistic Beauty !!!!

Sakaki the Lazybones Shows His Talents at Night ❤❤

Sapphire Dew ~ Infatuated Gentlemanly Boyfriend Seizes the Initiative !

Seishun no Hekireki

Seriously can't pass this up. - Kohai's passionate sex won't stop until morning

Sinful Nun Pays Penitence to the Serpent ❤❤

Spring Amidst My Wintertide ❤

Superstitious Nine ❤

Sweet Lies Layered Like a Mille Feuille ❤

Tadano Renai Nanka de Kikkonai ❤❤

The Golden Forest !

The Goldfish’s Corpse Lies at the Bottom of the Swamp !!!!!!!!

The Greengrocer is a Carnivore in Bed!?

The Man Who Saved Me in My Isekai Trip Was a Killer!!!!!!!

The Neighbor in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving a Key Behind !!!!!!!

The Reincarnated Saint Falls for the Demon Lord

The Tainted Half !

The Virgin Witch

The Weird Senior in the Seat Next to Me ❤❤❤! (Tonari Senpai)

Toshishita Osananajimi ga Watashi o Shibatte Hanasa nai! x

Totem's Realm

Touching is Better Than Looking

Under the Oak Tree

Until the Obedient Bodyguard Exposes the Body and the Lie of the Fake Lady ❤

"Wanna Cum?" The Pure Taiga Advances Slow and Sweet ❤❤

Welcome to the Muscle Salon ❤❤❤

When Beauty Meets Beasts

When You Are Reincarnated As The villain NPC's Girl And Be Loved By The Strongest Prince Who Is Not A Capture Target !!

Wild Eyes

Will You Pledge Your Love to an Incubus?

Wish Upon a Husband

Yaba Ai Instructor !

You're Too Cute for Me to Be Gentle

𝐁𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒

4 Week Lovers BL

A Handless Day BL!

A Hot Wet Job for Three -Adult Toy Tester- BL, 𝟏+

A Kiss for You, My Shinobi BL

A Tree Without Roots BL❤!

Angel Buddy BL❤❤

Bidou Wakadanna Koi Shitau Wa Koushoku Otoko BL❤

Bitten by Moonlight BL

Black Mirror BL!!!

Blind Play BL!!

Can't Think Straight BL

Cherry Blossoms After Winter BL

Confession Night BL

Dangerous Convenience Store BL

Dawn of the Dragon BL

Dear Door BL

DEATH or LOVE BL

Delinquent Omega Belongs to the Beast King BL

Demon of Lustful Hell BL

Desharow Merman BL❤

Die If You Aren't a Virgin BL

Eat Me Up, My Husband BL!

Ennead

Eunsoo's Good Day BL

Eye Contact BL

Fake Fact Lips BL

Frenemies: Thicker Than Blood BL❤

Friends, Engaged

Fucking in the Dorms BL!

Ghost Gate BL!!!!!

Healing Paradox BL❤

He's a Better Top Than Me?! BL

Home Far Away BL❤!!!

Horeta Otoko wa Shin'yuu de BL!

Housekeeper's Love Affair BL

How to convince your best friend to sleep with you BL

Hyperventilation BL❤❤❤

I Didn't Ask You to Eat Me!

I Love You, Nothing Else Matters BL❤

In an Empty Classroom BL

Indigo BL

I Ship My Rival x Me BL

It's Just a Dream... Right? BL❤❤❤

Jinx BL!

Kabukicho Bad Trip BL

Kiss de Egaku Ittousei BL❤

Kiss Me, Liar BL!

Lala no Kekkon BL!

Liveta BL

Love in Kitsch BL

Love is an Illusion BL!

Love Jinx BL❤

Low Tide in Twilight BL!!

Mad Dog BL❤❤

Miscreants and Mayhem BL

Missing Love BL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (<I cannot express this enough.)

My Delicious Dream Boy BL❤

My Demon Crybaby, Maria BL

My Partner Suddenly Got Younger - An Omega Caretaker Plays Alpha BL!

Natsu no Teppen ni Saku BL

Old-Fashioned Cupcake BL❤❤ (has a j-drama)

Pain, Sweet Pain BL

Passion BL

Payback BL❤❤❤

Pearl Boy BL❤!!!!!!

Pink Heart Jam BL❤❤

Please, Candy! BL!

Roses and Champagne BL!

Sadistic Beauty: Side Story BL!!!!!!

Secret Inside My Head BL❤❤❤

Semantic Error BL (has a j-drama)

Sensei wa Nekketsu ga Areba Juubunda! BL!

Sick BL

Sign BL❤❤❤

Sketch BL❤

Speak of the Devil BL

Steel Under Silk BL❤

Surge Looking for You BL❤

Sweet Trap BL

Tabetemo Oishiku Arimasen BL

Tentacle Recipe BL(?)❤

The Blessed Life of a Retired Nian Monster BL

The Crybaby's at the Mean Devil's Mercy BL❤

The Foxy Mouse's Romance BL

The Origin of Species BL!

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace BL

The Pure-Hearted Puppy and the Erotic Tattoo BL❤

The Silent Concubine BL!

The Unquenchable Mr. Kim BL❤

The Words in Your Snare BL❤❤❤

To Take An Enemy's Heart BL!

Tomodachi Engagement BL

Trick Turned Into a Threesome With the Tachibana Brother BL

Under the Greenlight BL

Unexpectedly Naughty Fukami BL❤

Unromantic Romance BL❤

Young Lover BL!!

Your Wish is My Command BL❤

Yours to Claim BL

Zenryaku, Onii-chan wa Seijo ni Narimashita BL!

more recommendations will likely be added as time goes on! feel free to copy these recs for your own checklist of 'to reads'.

hope you enjoy them like i did! :)

[sarahsmi13s]

I Just Need Quiet

whumptober day 3: overstimulation

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x sarah grant (plus size fem!oc)

characters: jake seresin, sarah grant, sarah's family

warnings: overstimutaion, family gatherings, holidays, crying, please let me know if i missed anything

word count: ~1.5k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

this is also apart of my oc series j and s so the tag list for that is included! and this is based on my own personal experience in this situation

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: family can be a lot, especially around the holidays, and it's okay to take a break when it gets too much... sometimes you just need quiet, and that's okay.

“Okay, so what do I need to know about your family?” Jake asked Sarah as they got ready.

She laughed as she curled her hair, “Well, first thing is, you never bring up the Longhorns. That alone is a death sentence.” Jake chuckled and nodded as he looked through his clothes for a shirt, “Noted. Anything else?”

Sarah sighed a little, “The house is gonna get pretty cramped. So it can get hot in the house, and it won’t take long for it to get loud. I know you come from a big family too, probably bigger since both sides are big, but you usually have it in a bigger house than this. And we might have about 20-40 people in this house, so it might get crowded.”

Jake nodded, “Got it.” He came over and kissed her head, “I’m really excited to meet them. And apologize for not being at Thanksgiving.” She hummed softly and turned to peck his lips, “You had to go back to base, they’ll understand.”

He smiled and pecked her lips again and again before moving to go take a shower while Sarah got dressed.

A few hours later, Jake was pulling into Sarah’s aunt’s driveway and parking next to her sister’s truck. 

“Alright, hopefully they like me,” Jake chuckled, squeezing Sarah’s hand. She smiled at him, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Cowboy.” 

He pecked her lips before getting out and racing around the truck to get to her side before she could open her door.

“Such a gentleman,” she giggled as he helped her out of his truck. “Anything for you, Sugar,” he said with a wide smile before kissing her forehead. She kissed his cheek and they both grabbed the things they brought before heading inside.

Sarah walked in first, thanking Jake as he held open the glass door for her.

She turned and waited for him to join her before announcing their arrival. 

“Oh, well look who’s here! And she brought a friend.”

Sarah laughed, “Hi Aunt San.” She gave her aunt a hug before turning to Jake, “This is Jake, he’s my boyfriend.” Her aunt’s eyes widened a little, “This is your pilot?” Sarah nodded and felt Jake come up behind her. “Jake, this is my Aunt San.” He smiled and gave her a hug, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” His eyes scanned the house, “And it seems I have plenty of people to meet.”

Aunt San nodded, “You sure do, but I’m first so that’s what’s important.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and laughed, “Oh um, Jake has the food, will you show him to the kitchen while I put the gifts up?” “Oh of course, follow me Jake.”

Jake nodded and followed Sarah’s aunt to the kitchen as she went to the living room.

As she walked into the room she smiled and greeted everyone, talking as she put the presents in the respective bins.

She glanced around, finding very little room to sit and feeling that pressure building in her chest already. Seriously Sarah, you just got here, she thought to herself as the voices started to muddle together.

Sending a smile to everyone, she left to go find Jake so she could do the rounds of hellos and introduce him to her family before they started to eat.

It didn’t take long after their arrival for dinner to start. After that they played bingo until all the gifts were gone and then they brought out other games while eating the rest of the finger foods that were left.

Jake and Sarah sat at the table, Jake playing spoons with Sarah’s uncles, her sister, Elizabeth, and a few of her cousins. Sarah was just sitting there next to him, resting against him and watching the game and drinking ice water.

At first he thought nothing of it, thinking that she was only talking when she addressed to not mess up his game and distract him. But she was unusually flushed, fanning herself a few times and pulling her hair off her neck into a bun. She was taking deep calculated breaths, he could feel her chest moving against his arm.

But when she sat up and started to shake out her hands, popping her knuckles and flexing her fingers, he knew something was off.

“Sugar… are you alright?” Jake asked her quietly as Elizabeth was shuffling the cards and setting the spoons back up. “Mhm,” she nodded, not looking up from where she was picking at her nails. “You sure?” “Yeah, I’m fine.”

She was mumbling, and if Jake knew anything it was that if Sarah mumbled… she wasn’t fine.

He went to say something else but was dealt a hand and the next game started.

This round he’s distracted. Glancing between his cards and her the whole time, picking up on her rhythmically tapping her fingers on her thumbs – index to pinky then pinky to index. She was inhaling through her nose and out through her mouth as her eyes stayed on the table.

Before he can say anything, the sounds of flat palms smacking the kitchen table and then a few loud shouts and laughs from those that managed to get a spoon. 

Jake’s attention is pulled to that, realizing that he missed getting a spoon. But he didn’t really care, something was up with his girlfriend and she wasn’t telling him.

“Dang… that’s alright, I was getting tired of winning anyway,” Jake commented, toothpick moving to the side of his mouth as he chuckled and tossed his cards down. The table laughed and set up another round.

As they did this, Jake turned to Sarah to talk to her but found her getting up and walking towards the front door, attempting to discreetly wipe her eyes but Jake noticed it.

Confused, Jake turned to Elizabeth, “Hey, do you know what’s wrong? I asked but she said she was fine…” She sighed, “I think she’s just a little overwhelmed, it happens.” Jake nodded, humming to himself and he looked over to the door, thinking of how he could help.

Sarah sat down on the porch swing, trying to delicately wipe her tears so she didn’t smudge her makeup.

“Damn it…” She swore under her breath, shaking her hands out and trying to calm down.

She hated that this happened more often than she would like to admit. She loved being with her family, but sometimes it was just too much.

With everyone having to be close and everyone talking, it got hot quickly and it got loud. 

Now she could handle loud, she was a coach – loud things weren’t uncommon. But it was loud conversations. Her brain was trying to listen to everyone and it all just muddled in her mind and it affected everything else.

Sometimes the lights would be too bright or the different scents of food mingling made her brain foggy, that mixed with the heat and the volume of the room – it was too much stimulation at once.

So she always just went outside, letting Arkansas’s freezing December weather bite the heat off her skin. It wasn’t loud outside either, just the muffled sounds of people talking inside and the cars on the highway in front of the house.

She sat there for a few minutes, her eyes closed and she tried to take even breaths and keep the tears in their ducts.

But then she heard the door open and looked over to see Jake come out, holding his Carhartt coat in his hand.

“Hey,” he greeted gently, coming over to her on the bench. “What’s wrong?” Sarah shook her head as she moved on the bench to give him room. “It’s nothi-”

“Sarah, I know you. What’s wrong?” 

She sighed and let her head fall into her hands as Jake sat next to her. He rubbed her back, waiting patiently for her to talk. 

“It’s too much. It’s really loud and really hot and there’s a lot of smells, the lights are too damn bright… I just…” She sighed, tears slipping down her face as she leaned on Jake’s shoulder as she talked.

“I just need quiet…”

Jake nodded, resting his cheek on her head, “I understand. I can go back–” “No, please stay…” He nodded again and put an arm around her back and on the arm rest. Using his other hand, he pulled Sarah’s legs into his lap.

He held up his jacket, inside facing the both of them. “Put your arm in the sleeve,” he told her, nodding to the sleeve hole closest to her. “What, w-” “Trust me, just do it,” he said with a playful grin.

Sarah sighed and slid her arm in the sleeve, looking at Jake to see him doing the same thing.

Jake then gently pushed her head into his shoulder and kissed her forehead.

“Jake… Darlin’, what are you doing?” 

“You need quiet, so we’re gonna have quiet… now shhh and just snuggle.”

She couldn’t help but giggle as she inhaled the faint scent of hay, leather, bergamot, and whiskey that seemed infused with the fibers of the jacket. The scent that always seemed to calm her down.

“Thank you, Jake…” 

“I love you, Sugar.”

“I love you too, Cowboy.”

whumptober taglist: @valmare @bradleybeachbabe @fanboyswhore9 @cassiemitchell @startrekfangirl2233 @nightowlalltheway @86laura11

j and s taglist: @milesdickpic @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @sebsxphia @mayhemmanaged @nobody7102 @djs8891 @kmc1989 @marbledaesthetics @penguin876 @hisredheadedgoddess28 @bellaireland1981 @memeorydotcom @whatislovevavy @coffeewithcal @showthemwhoyouare-6 @matisse556

hi, if you're seeing this and are currently not on the taglist and would like to be please fill out the taglist form -> whumptober taglist

i can not stress this enough, but whumptober can have some very serious and heavy topics and i want to make sure i am doing my part as an author to prepare my readers for what they are about to experience and that includes not only warnings above but my taglists as well

so if you want to be added check out the masterlist and read that carefully and fill out the form -> whumptober 2023

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Piercing | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

WARNINGS: Switches from 3rd person to 1st person. Depending on how well this is written, it might make you feel what he's feeling. There's angst, but I don't want to put too many warnings. Don't wanna spoil this extremely short drabble.

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO READ!

Nicholas Ross Master List | Proceed with caution. I love you 💜

He couldn't name it. Granted, Nicholas didn't know much about feelings. He knew the basics. Happy, sad, mad, and fearful. Chan was the first person to help him feel safe. The most common feeling for him was numbness. But this?

This was different. 

This feeling, emotion, whatever it's called, was unfamiliar. It was this nagging feeling, and he couldn't place it. He hadn't felt something this intense, ever. No, he did. Nicholas was overjoyed when he got to debut with his friends. But this?

This is on a different scale, a completely different hierarchy. 

This feeling caused other emotions he never thought of. It made him name feelings he's already had. Feelings he could never put a label on but now could with his newly gained freedom. Nicholas isn't sure if he likes this freedom. Then again. Was it truthfully freedom?

Nicholas couldn't leave the dorm. Not without drastic security, and even then, he still needed at least two members with them. He was scared. What if something happened while he wasn't there? Fear.

Who was he kidding? What would he do if something did happen? He knows nothing. Nicholas is just a boy. Doubt.

Someone, or something, was watching him. All the time. Even at home. He could feel them staring at him. Their eyes pierced his skull, his back, and occasionally his face. Only when he dared to look back. The feeling never stopped. That feeling he couldn't place. It kept looking with inhumanly wide eyes. He could see it in the distance.

Nicholas can't tell the others. No, what if something happened to them? What if they began to see what he could see? The feeling with long hair, wide eyes, and a gaping mouth. A mouth forever stuck in a silent scream. It was there. He could see it.

 It made him overanalyze. Maybe it's anxiety? An everlasting anxiety attack? No, it's not that. It doesn't like false names. It's closer. I can hear it's scream now. It's quiet, but what if it gets louder?

You don't believe him? 

He thought he could trust you. It's why he told you. You saw his abuse. You felt for him. You saw him almost lose the battle to his insecurities. Granted, you only saw what was said and how his members fixed it. But you were there!

He can't tell other people. They'll send him to a therapist. A psychiatrist. They'll take him to someone who will give me pills. Everyone will force me to take those pills because it's for the better.

Why don't you believe me? 

Why won't anyone believe me? It follows me, and I can't get away. I'm terrified. I'm intensely scared. There's a word for it. What is it? Tell me, please. Maybe if I call out its name, it will leave me alone.

It's eyes. They- It's here. It's watching me. It could be watching you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like this. I'll be quiet. Momma told me I scared people with this bullshit. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. 

You will stay, right?

I'm still me. I'm Nicholas Ross! The boy- The man you imagine. The person broken by his parents is slowly being built together again. You're helping me, right? 

You said you feel sad for me. You expressed my stories as comforting. I can tell you more. Just please don't leave me with it. 

Don't leave me with paranoia.

Nicholas Ross Master List

©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

Tags list: @bada-lee-ily, @jinnie-ret, @hwxnghyynjin, @foxilsdenn, @rensahazard, @mynameisnotlaura, @lucianidealz, You can be added by asking in the replies, sending me a message, or doing an ask thingy.

[rrasado]

⸢ FURINA'S HAIR: SYMBOLISM ⸥

OTHER NOTES ➽ My personal interpretation of our beloved archon's design, specifically the way she styled her hair in all forms.

SPOILERS ➽ SPOILERS FOR 4.2 ARCHON QUEST, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Focalors, who had pure straight hair. Seamlessly luscious befitting that of the divine.

Focalors, who separated her humanity and divinity, one day seeking that human half for a greater goal.

Focalors, who approached a short-haired Furina that possessed the same raw curiosity for living as Focalors did when she first left her watery form. So young yet so full of life.

Furina, accepting a role at the cost of herself, donning a polished attire that still resembled her human apparel.

Furina, who faced the eager audience that was Fontaine with the same long curls as Focalors, which was unlikely to have grown naturally in such a rushed length of time.

Furina, who paraded a unique haircut, yet you can see where the end of her short hair is, and where the temporary locks start.

Furina, who had shown us in her mental stage the rigorous pursuit of a solution for the prophecy; working with both her true human self and the godly persona she played.

Furina, who, unlike Focalor’s hair, had a distinct cut that’d separate the short thrill of humanity and the long lamentation of an archon.

Furina, who unlike Focalors', was always a figurehead even in design, one who didn’t have the same true divinity as Focalors.

Focalors, who, unlike Furina, didn’t have the pleasure of experiencing the glory of a god to her people nor the amusing titillation of a human.

Focalors, who will forever outgrow her hair until it’s long enough for even the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale to chop it, thus ending her divine run.

Furina, who, unlike Focalors', was able to live out her humanity even when the long tresses of divinity were cut from her hair. Only appearing when assuming a fleeting role as Fontaine’s archon.

Furina, who may now grow her hair at her own pace, not as an artificial divinity, but as a human who yearned for spectacle.

Focalors, who designed her human self in a way that’d allow for Furina to grow, because that’s the one thing she knew she couldn’t fulfill herself, as evidenced by the lengthy tresses that flow behind her before her demise.

Focalors, whose hair is unnaturally split into two, might've been the forewarning of her two halves.

Focalors, and her humanity, are differentiated by the consequences of cutting their hair, of cutting their divinity.

Tag list :: @cxsinesis @luvielle

[brotrustmeicanwrite]

✨ Library Tag Game ✨

Let’s make a little library of stuff you made that you want others to see so there’s a list to choose from for anyone who’s interested ( because we kinda forgot how to reblog each others writing )

Rules:

Add one or more of your projects, finished or WIP, text or other media as long as it tells a story

Add a link instead of text or images so everything stays neat and organised

Add a short description (feel free to use mine as a template)

Add TWs where necessary; If the tag would spoil too much add „TW proceed with caution“

Tag at least 3 other people for every link you add

If you weren’t tagged please still participate!

If you don’t want to participate you can still tag other people you’d like to see here

I’ll start with my mini comic :D

The Flower Spirit Who Became The Guardian Of The Dead

In the forest of spirits a crimson flower grows under an ancient tree. One dark and stormy night a human child finds shelter by their side. As they return to visit day after day, they grow beloved by the spirits of the forest, until one day they don’t return….

Genre: Fantasy

Media: textless short comic

Vibe: Why must you hurt me

Status: Ongoing (prologue & EP 03/15 completed as of Feb. 26th)

Length: on average 2 pages/ Episode

TW: child abuse

Tagging @stellar-man-ia @illarian-rambling @caxycreations @velvethopewrites @sleepywriter00 @revenantlore @vi-timepiece @aziz-reads @melobro29 @riveriafalll @infinnative @lexiklecksi

[muddyorbsblr]

the best view in Old Trafford

Drabbles Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Word Count: 484

Warning/s: This is crack. Just pure crack. Proceed with caution. Or y'know what…I don't even recommend proceeding 🤣✌️

Things to be aware of: First "person" POV

Cheers of the crowd fill the stadium, their noise setting my entire field of blades abuzz with barely dormant energy. This I had come to know as routine. Fans of the game and some of the pretty humans becoming as loud as they could with their support.

But this year there were new sounds. Squeals. Barely contained moans. Giggles. A mixture of some, maybe even all. The people never used to make sounds like this. Why now? Why this game? Why this day?

And then the players came in. I could feel everyone's energy being drawn to him. Mine was. Suddenly I wanted to scream, too. Eyes so beautifully blue that I would take that over the endless expanse of sky that constantly surrounded me. A smile brighter than the sun that sustained me.

Forget all those. I could live off of him forever. Or at least until the staff would whip out that machine again when I suddenly grew too tall. Until I forget the details and only hold the vaguest, blurriest memories that seeped into the very foundation that was me.

He would no doubt be just as pretty even as a blurred memory. But the details would be lost to me.

When the players returned in their dark blue clothes, I waited until I could feel that energy palpitating throughout my field again. When all the women new to this scene were absolutely buzzing with excitement. And anyone with olfactory senses as acute as mine could tell…they were buzzing with arousal as well.

And I was, too.

One of the organizers commented with mild astonishment on how my blades were so dewy despite the night's hour.

That wasn't dew.

The dormant buzzing ramped up again when he walked back into the field. Number 6. Hiddleston.

I could hear them all talk about how they wished they were seated closer while he stretched those perfectly sculpted legs, lunging forward and bringing his hips closer and tantalizingly closer to the ground. To me.

If only these women knew that I hands down had the best view in the entire field.

And then, as if it couldn't get any better, he braced himself on his hands, putting this exquisite pressure on  me that would survive any memory loss I would suffer when they eventually mowed me down. When he lifted his feet off the ground, his face now so much closer to me.

All it would take is one slip as he dismounts from his position and I could even delude myself into considering it a kiss.

The slip in the dismount never came. But then a bead of sweat collected at the tip of his nose, falling and dropping onto one of my blades and rolling down into the soil that held me together. Seeping into my very foundation.

Yes. I wouldn't forget this man. I wouldn't forget him for a long time.

A/N: Lord have mercy I might have finally lost it 🤣🤣 I don't know what to tag this. I don't know who to tag in this, so to err on the side of caution, I'm just gonna tag the Soccer Aid taglist 🫡

@gruftiela @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @acidcasualties @alexakeyloveloki @tbhiddlestan83 @thirsty-for-loki @tmlbdv @smolvenger @huntress-artemiss @lokischambermaid @holdmytesseract

[chans-room]

Possess Your Heart - 3

Pairing: TA! Namjoon x cam girl! reader (ot7 x reader overall)

Genre: yandere, smut, fluff, angst, thriller

Rating: Explicit smut so 18+ only! Minors DNI

Words: ~8k

Update: the tag yandere has been applied to the series as a whole; please proceed with caution as yandere themes will be in every chapter.

Warnings: allusions to stalking/creepy behavior from an unknown individual, pet names, choking, D/s themes, WKorea party inspired Namjoon (I will not apologize for this), self deprecation/self conscious thoughts from the reader, descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack, implied sex work (she’s still a cam girl), academic dishonesty lmao, hand kink, a singular accidental use of the word daddy, subspace, potentially dubious consent (reader is enthusiastic about her consent but is on the edge of subspace, so please read with caution), dirty talking, explicit sexual content, hair pulling, thigh riding, finger sucking, mentioned sexual experiences with other people, fingering, biting, overstimulation, multiple female orgasms, brief subdrop, aftercare, blowjob/deep throating, semi-threatening texts from an unknown party. if i missed any please let me know!

A/n: Again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long. Id love to hear your thoughts on this and if there are any warnings I’ve missed please let me know 🖤 beta read by @bibbykins and @masterkenobi so she should be clean

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To do list: Throw out bad food ✔️ Go through closet ✔️ Fix microwave clock ✔️ Make copy of new key ✔️ Check bathroom window lock ✔️ Throw out bodysuit Seokjin gave her ✔️

She couldn’t stop her foot from tapping as they got closer and closer to campus. “Kitten, we can just go home. You can miss another class, it’s okay,” Yoongi hummed, splaying one of his large hands over her thigh soothingly. 

“No, I need to go,” she sighed, pouting as he drove into campus. She wanted nothing more than to let Yoongi take her home, keep her safe in bed while he fucked the worries, fears, and all other thoughts out of her head. But she couldn’t. She needed to be stronger than that — she was stronger than that, “I don’t want to. But I need to.”

“If you’re sure… I’ll pick you up when you’re done.” Yoongi said, parking his car in front of the main building on campus, “I’ll be back at 4 and we can go get some rameyon and—”

“Yoon, it’s fine,” she smiled, trying to let go of her building anxiety as she leaned over the center console with a cheeky smile, “It’s Jimin’s birthday, and I promised him I’d go over after I’m done with class today. I’m making him dinner and we’re gonna watch this drama he hasn’t shut up about.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, releasing a huff, “Fine, then I’ll come get you, kitten, it’s not a big deal—“ he began but her lips on his cheek stopped him short.

“I know, but I have a lot to do today, and if you come get me you’ll just get me into bed again and I won’t finish anything and then Min will be pissed,” she giggled before leaning away, but his fingers wrapping around her throat stopped her. His pupils were blown wide, holding her there for a moment before speaking. 

“Not so fast, kitten,” he tutted softly, “If that’s what you’re doing today, that’s fine. But I think I deserve a real kiss,” he smirked, pressing his lips to hers firmly. She melted against his touch, plush lips against hers forcing all of her thoughts to come to a standstill. She could only think of him. His tongue in her mouth, the scrape of his teeth against her lower lip, the smell of his cologne. 

She whined and pulled away from him with a pout, “Yoongs, I have to go.”

“I’m not stopping you, kitten,” he laughed.

“No, but you’re trying to seduce me,” she whined again.

“Is it working?” He questioned, pulling her back to him by the neck, his lips hovering over hers. “Because if it is, I need to call the shop and tell them I won’t be there before it opens and we’re running out of time.”

His words slowly permeated her brain, her eyes going wide and a frantic gasp tearing out of her, “Fuck! Yoongi I’m gonna be late!” She yelped, flinging herself out of his car, scrambling to grab her backpack, “I’ll call you!” she said hastily before blowing him a kiss, slamming his door shut, and running out across the lawn.

No one bothered to look at her as she slipped into the lecture hall. She normally wouldn’t have minded missing class, but she found herself actually liking Art History. 

It definitely had nothing to do with the 6 foot tall, impossibly gorgeous TA she got to stare at for 90 minutes 2 days a week. 

It was a silly crush really, like something out of a drama. Namjoon played the part of the swoon worthy, yet aloof and distant TA perfectly. He rarely spoke to anyone directly in or out of class, and was always so serious and stern when he was giving lectures or reminding everyone to turn in their essays on time unless they wanted their hard work to be put directly into the trash. But at the same time, the tight turtlenecks he favored stretched thin across his broad chest made her mind race with fantasies, and his strong arms made her daydream about being picked up and thrown around by him. She hadn’t spoken a word to him, and wasn’t planning on starting a conversation any time soon, and yet his comments on her essays bordered on praise — and he had once even written a whole paragraph responding to a point she’d made in her paper. It made her want to impress him, if that was even possible.

She had just begun to admire Namjoon’s outfit for the day — a tight black turtleneck with the sleeves pushed up his golden forearms, tucked into black slacks that were pulled taught around his muscular thighs, with a gold belt buckle that pulled her focus to the one place she shouldn’t stare — when a sharp whisper pulled her focus, “Good thing you’re here,” Jihyun smirked from across the aisle as she pulled out her laptop and notebook. “We’ve got a test next class. You missed the review.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. Jihyun was one of Jungkook’s fan girls, an incredibly annoying one who thought that becoming friends with her would improve her chances at scoring a date with the ever popular streamer. If only Jihyun knew what she and Jungkook actually did together most of the time; the younger girl would burst into flames from jealousy alone if she knew.

“I mean… I could help you with the review…” Jihyun sighed, “But first I’d need you to talk to Jungkookie—“

“Miss Woo,” the professor snapped, making Jihyun sit up in her seat, “I know you think whatever you’re talking about is more important than my class, but I promise you, it is not. I don’t need you distracting other students, especially not ones who missed the review.” Jihyun sunk in her seat, face turning pink at the professors’ admonition. She wished she could feel some sort of satisfaction at hearing Woo Jiyhun get put in her place, but the professor’s obvious call out made her hands shake with anxiety.

That, plus Namjoon’s calculating stare from the front of the room made her want to disappear.

The rest of the class passed in a blur; she could barely retain a single sentence the professor said, all she could focus on was the feeling of the cold sweat gathering on the back of her neck. Yoongi was right — she shouldn’t have gone to class. All she could do was try to focus on not crying and keeping the nausea at bay —- a much harder feat than she anticipated with Jihyun glaring at her and the feeling of Namjoon’s eyes settled on her skin like acid.

Her goal was to run out of the lecture hall as fast as possible, but when the professor called for the end of class, it felt like she was moving through cement to try and pack her things away. The room was entirely empty by the time she’d finished. 

“Hey,” a soft voice coming from behind her made her jump, nearly dropping her laptop as she spun around.

She found none other than Namjoon, towering over her — the last person who she wanted to cry in front of.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in concern as he took a step closer. “I just wanted to ask you if everything was okay. You seemed really out of it all class—“ he explained, but stopped himself.

His gentle kindness made shame burn in her chest, her lip trembling as tears gathered in her eyes. She was such a mess that the TA who barely spoke to anyone pitied her — it made her feel sick. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice watery as she fought the emotions welling up in her chest. He raised a skeptical eyebrow — the singular action effectively breaking her down. “I can’t fail this test. If I fail it, it’ll tank my class average, and then it’ll ruin my GPA, and I’ll never get my GPA back up to where I need it for my scholarship, and then I’ll have to take on more debt and—“ she hiccuped, tears now steadily streaming down her face. 

“Oh no, no, no, no, no. Okay, uh,” he stammered, eyebrows shooting up as he looked around, “Come on, we’re going to my office. No one will bother us there.” Without another word, he grabbed her backpack, slinging it over his shoulder, and plucked her laptop from her hands, tucking it under his arm before grabbing her hand with one of his. 

She didn’t have it in her to fight him, just let him pull her behind him, tears blurring her vision as he wove through endless hallways eventually coming up to an office, a placard engraved with the name Kim Namjoon. “How do you have an office if you’re a TA?” She sniffled as he released her hand, fishing in his pockets for a key.

“I’m the department TA, so I get an office,” he smiled, eyes turning into little crescent moons as his dimples appeared. She felt her heart flutter in her chest — he looked so beautiful when he smiled like that. The intimidating man who she had been pining after disappeared in an instant, replaced by a version of him she almost wouldn’t have recognized; but one she found herself liking even more appeared. “We have to be a little quiet though, I’m not supposed to have students in here,” he whispered softly, as he pushed the door open and ushered her inside. 

But the moment of reprieve from her stress faded as she remembered why she was there, sinking into the small, gray loveseat tucked into the corner, curling in on herself as the tears started to pour out of her again. Less than 30 seconds later, she felt the seat next to her dip. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll get it together. I’m just a crybaby—“ she hiccuped, shoulders shaking from the force of her tears.

“Hey, you don’t need to do that,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to rest against his chest, “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” If it were any other situation, she was sure having her face in his chest would have been something out of a half-baked sexual fantasy that she would use later, but his gentle hand on her back and his soft voice in her ear made the edges of her vision soften. He was firm, yet clearly concerned about her; she had to fight the urge to slip into subspace. Something about him felt natural, and comforting in a way she didn’t feel around most people. 

She shook her head, pushing the vulnerability down; Yoongi was just a call away and he always knew how to take care of her when she was in that state. “I didn’t mean to make this your problem. I should have remembered to read the syllabus before skipping class. I’m just dumb and stressed and—“

“Hey, you’re not dumb, don’t talk about yourself like that,” he said firmly, making the haze creep up her spine again as he continued, “Even without the review, I’m sure you’d pass the exam — seeing as you’re one of the only people who actually get the class and the material, but if it makes you feel better I can take you through the review you missed,” Namjoon offered.

She couldn’t contain her gasp as she pulled back to look at him, eyes watering, “You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would,” Namjoon smiled, cupping her face in his hand, wiping away a tear. “I-I mean if anyone deserves to pass that class with a good grade it’s you. I always know which essays are yours, because they’re actually well thought out and have a strong point of view; even if you forget to put your name on them,” he smirked, making blood rush to her cheeks.

“I always kinda wondered how I got grades when I forget to put my name on half of what I turn in,” she admitted, feeling a little breathless at the idea that Namjoon perceived her so effortlessly, burying her face in his chest. “I figured it was maybe like a process of elimination or something—“

“You’d be surprised how few people turn in their essays, actually. Your writing just always stands out to me,” he explained, making her melt even more, “But if you really wanna do the review, I’ll help you. No need for any more tears, baby.”

The tone in his voice made her shift in her seat, feeling the sticky arousal pool in between her thighs, she knew the flimsy lace Yoongi had pulled out of her drawer for her was soaked through. She sighed, “God, Namjoon, I could kiss you,” rubbing her face with the sleeve of her sweater. Her brain caught up with her mouth a second too late; fear and shame rolled down her spine in a cold sweat as she pushed herself back into the arm of the loveseat, putting some distance between them.

But Namjoon simply followed her, maintaining their closeness as he crowded her into the corner of the couch. “Don’t get my hopes up, baby,” he winked, “I’m a weak man. You could take anything from me with those watery eyes of yours,” he cooed, wiping away another stray tear before relaxing back into his seat.

She couldn’t find words to respond, too transfixed by the way his legs spread open, his knee knocking into hers. It took everything she had to resist the urge to drop to her knees in front of him. The situation felt dangerous — not in the way where she felt unsafe; Namjoon made her feel entirely too safe. The sheer magnetism of him was amplified by him being so close, and she wasn’t sure how much more of his teasing or his praise she could take before she did something she would regret.

“You ready to study, baby?” he smirked. How casually he used the endearment made her heart flutter again and heat flooded her cheeks.  

“Y-yeah, totally ready for you,” she stuttered, shaking hands reaching for her bag, but his hand caught her wrist, pulling her toward him softly. His grip wasn’t rough, but firm, and if she had tried to pull herself out of it she knew he would let go immediately. But she didn’t want him to let go.

“Don’t worry about your things, baby,” he smiled, pulling her back to his side before he pulled out his laptop, “I have the whole thing on my computer. And I can email you whatever you need.”

“O-Oh, okay,” she nodded slowly. She didn’t know how the hell she was supposed to focus on the review when all she could think about was the sticky wetness pooling between her legs and how much she hoped it wasn’t dripping onto the couch beneath her. She didn’t want to explain to him that the incredibly kind thing he was doing for her was making her pussy so wet she could barely think straight.

“Okay so the exam starts with the Gothic, think Vasari, and spans to…” Namjoon began, but while he spoke his hand drifted to her thigh, and his deep voice turned into a dull hum as her brain tried to keep up with his words. But her focus was taken entirely by the warmth and weight of his massive palm on her bare leg, the look of his fingers spread out across her skin making her mouth water.

Namjoon’s hands were so different from what she was used to. Jungkook’s skillful, tattooed hands on her body always stoked the flames of lust, and she could spend days staring at Yoongi’s beautiful, diligent hands that were always adorned with clunky metal jewelry. But Namjoon’s hands were long and slender, with prominent veins and knobby knuckles. She briefly wondered how they would feel dragging along the walls of her cunt, and how the veins would look glistening with her cum. 

She felt her mouth water as she began to imagine what he looked like under that tight turtleneck, but especially under his slacks. She could picture his thick, golden thighs framing what she could only imagine would be a breathtaking cock. 

“Baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t focus with you looking at me like that,” Namjoon rasped, breaking through the haze of her daydream.

“Like what?” she frowned. The emotions firing through her brain were messy, jumbled signals she couldn’t figure out to slow down. The fear she’d been too obvious and offended him mixed with the shame of her obvious crush on Namjoon made her feel nauseous as she waited for him to reply.

He stared at her for a minute, then released a deep sigh, “Baby you’re not paying attention at all, I can see that lost look in your eyes,” he frowned, closing his laptop and turning toward her.

Another flare of shame bloomed in her chest; she was supposed to be paying attention for fucks sake, but instead she was fantasizing about a relative stranger. “I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled softly.

The sharp inhale from Namjoon made her blood run cold, her thoughts coming to a standstill as she realized what she said. “God, you just,” he ground out, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. But when his eyes opened, there was an intensity there she knew intimately. “Fuck it,” he snarled before leaning forward as he tugged her to him, pressing his lips against hers firmly.

The effect was instant — the tension in her shoulders melted away as her eyes fluttered closed, letting Namjoon’s presence wash over her mind and mute everything except him, him, him. She didn’t care that what they were doing was definitely against university policies, nor that she quite literally knew nothing about Namjoon aside from the fact he was her TA. She really didn’t care that he was manhandling her, gripping the backs of her knees and pulling her into his lap like a doll. All she cared about was the way he licked into her mouth so purposefully, as if he was savoring the taste of her, and the way his fingers dug into her hips and rooted her into his lap.

“Alright. I don’t want you to fail, and I need to feel you so this is what we’re going to do,” Namjoon said, pulling her away from his mouth with the hand he buried in her hair, “Because you’re just a desperate, needy little thing that can’t pay attention when I’m trying to help you study, I’m gonna give you the answers to the exam, and you’re going to be a good, quiet girl for me, okay? Nod if you understand.”

She nodded obediently, falling into the vastness of subspace she knew so well, her brain repeating softly he wants you, he wants to take care of you, he cares about you.

Namjoon hummed happily in response, pulling her back into another searing kiss. She didn’t even register how he moved her body so easily, pushing her until she was straddling his thigh, warm hands flipping up her skirt to expose her dripping cunt before pulling her away again. 

“Look at you baby, making a mess all for me,” Namjoon cooed, snapping the band of her thong against her hip. “Let me help you with that,” he said with a cruel smile before the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. “There you go, now you can leak all over my nice pants like a good little slut,” he smiled, pocketing the shreds of red lace.

The experimental flex of his leg made her gasp, eyes rolling back into her head as he did, “Fuck, Joon,” she shuttered, hands gripping his broad shoulders to maintain some tether to reality. 

“Now, baby, I know you have as much to lose from anyone finding out about this as I do, don’t you?” He asked softly. It would have felt condescending if not for the way he cupped her cheek so tenderly, and the flex of his thigh muscle against her core as he spoke. She could only nod dumbly in response, mouth falling open to pant wantonly at him, utterly transfixed by the raw dominance rolling off him. “Good. I know you wouldn't want us to get caught. So we’ll keep meeting up to study, okay? Just so no one gets any ideas. We can tell everyone you’re just very interested in art history, isn’t that right baby?”

She nodded again, barely grasping the words coming out of his mouth but she knew that agreeing wouldn’t stop him from bouncing his leg, which was the only thing she was concerned with at the moment. His black slacks had rubbed her clit in such a painfully delicious way that she could barely keep her eyes open.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed, making her moan as her eyes fluttered shut. “Now, now, pretty girl, I told you to be quiet. We’re in my office, anyone could walk by and hear us. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you left me no choice,” he sighed, slipping two of his fingers into her mouth and bullying them into her throat. She choked for a second, trying to breathe through the customary panic that accompanied anything lodging itself so deeply into her throat, before swallowing around the digits thickly. She was rewarded with a pleased hum and Namjoon’s hand on her hip, guiding her in a shallow thrust that sent fireworks through her nerve-endings. “God, where the fuck did you learn that?” He groaned. 

She was pretty sure he didn’t need to know that she’d become a pro at deepthroating because Jungkook was always getting too excited and forcing his cock down her throat, which nearly resulted in disaster the first few times. He also definitely didn’t need to know that Jungkook often teased her about how he had personally throat trained her, something that never failed to make shame — mixed with a small ounce of pride — flare in her belly. Especially not with Jungkook now becoming more popular on campus thanks to his gaming, even if it meant he was gone more often. No, that would be a secret she took to her grave. No one ever needed to know all of that… well, aside from Jimin. But Jimin knew everything.

“Fuck, you’re just so pretty. Drooling on my fingers as you fuck yourself on my thigh in that pretty little skirt. You look so pretty all the time baby, but I think you’d be even prettier with your throat full of my cock,” he asked, making her whine loudly as she swallowed around his fingers again.

She could already see how big he was — she didn’t consider herself a size queen but she knew what she could take; Seokjin being one of the biggest she’d ever had. But this looked bigger, even hidden away behind the zipper of his slacks. The thought alone made her clit throb in desperation. She didn’t care how stupid it was: she wanted Namjoon, now.

“You want my cock that bad baby?” he laughed, making her nod and whine again around his fingers. “Alright, pretty girl, I’ll give you my cock. But first, I need to see you cum for me.” He gingerly pulled his fingers out of her throat, smirking at the strings of saliva that coated the long digits. “You’re such a pretty, messy girl aren’t you?”

She surged forward, pressing her lips to his again with a hum. The feeling of his lips on hers made her brain go fuzzy, enough so that she needed to pull back to stop from getting dizzy. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be Joonie,” she sighed, smiling hazily as she gripped his shoulders before beginning to rock back and forth. His hands flew to her hips, a little moan slipping past her lips as he pressed her dripping cunt harder into the hard muscle of his thigh.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he ground out through his teeth, “Now tell me what you want baby.”

“Please make me cum, Joonie,” she pleaded, feeling the familiar tightness in her muscles as she worked herself on his thigh. “Please,” she whispered, dropping her head onto his shoulder with a whine.

“Baby, you gotta be quiet,” Namjoon cooed, scattering kisses across her chest and neck, “If you don’t remember, I’m gonna have to make you cum with your face buried into these very nice couch cushions.”

“Please,” she panted, the image of him fucking her into the fabric, pools of mascara, tears, spit, and cum underneath her filtered through her mind, forcing a stifled high pitched moan out of her mouth. 

“As you wish,” Namjoon smirked, standing up from his spot on the couch, holding her against him firmly before setting her on her feet. She felt her cheeks heat as Namjoon towered over her, his thumb brushing her cheek softly before he whispered, “Face in those cushions, ass up baby,” he demanded.

The order shot through her like lightning — goosebumps rose on her skin and her knees wobbled as she took a cautious step toward the couch, her knees sinking into the soft material. The thought of how a relationship with someone as powerful and dominating as him could be sent another wave of arousal through her body as she did what he asked, her face pressed into the ribbed seat cushion. She could feel the sticky essence drip out of her lewdly and roll down her thigh as Namjoon flipped up her skirt.

“Fucking Christ, baby,” Namjoon rasped, dragging a finger through her folds with a hum. “All of this for me?”

“Please, Joon, just–” she pleaded, but choked on her words as two thick fingers slipped into her cunt, her eyes rolling back as he plunged them all the way in. She was right; the feeling of his knobby knuckles dragging through her walls made her pussy flutter and a ragged moan to tumble past her lips, muffled by the cushion. 

“So pretty for me baby,” Namjoon whispered before the sound of a sharp crack filled the room, white-hot pleasure pain following immediately as she whined. “You liked that, didn’t you? I could feel you tighten around my fingers when I smacked your ass.”

She tried to string together a half coherent response, but the feeling of Namjoon’s fingers withdrawing slowly and the gentle turn of his fingers inside her stole the thoughts out of her head. All she could think was, “More, please,” which she pleaded for through a warbly moan.

“You’re such a perfect little sub, aren’t you baby? You just want to be manhandled and fucked like the little doll you are, don’t you?” He asked, slamming his fingers back into her forcefully. All she could do was nod as tears welled in her eyes, the soft ah ah ah from the force of his thrusts lost into the padding beneath her face. “What a perfect little sub. Cum for me, baby, I want to feel you dripping down my wrist like the perfect girl I know you are,” he rasped in her ear. His teeth digging into the meat of her ass pushed her over the edge — she came apart with a breathless moan, eyes squeezed shut as the tears spilled down her cheeks, creating a wet patch in the gray material.

Namjoon’s pace was relentless, slipping in another finger as he continued to work her through her orgasm, his other hand gripping the flesh of her ass tightly as he kneaded into the skin, soft nips to the backs of her thighs and ass making her mouth hang open, drool joining the wetness spreading under her cheek.

Namjoon hummed contemplatively, slowing his thrusts slightly but not stopping before he spoke, “You’re not dripping down my wrist yet baby girl,” he tutted, “Gotta fix that, don’t we?” 

His fingers slipped out of her cunt with a wet schlick, then she was on her back, staring at the white tiled ceiling dizzily before Namjoon’s face came into focus. His gorgeous smile and soft eyes put her brain at ease, his clean hand tenderly cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears before the same three, thick fingers pushed into her weeping cunt.

“Fuck, Joon, ‘s a lot,” she mumbled as he angled his fingers up, hooking into the spot that made her see stars.

“I could see the bruises on your ass baby, I know you can take it,” he cooed, “And I wanna see your face when I make you cum again.”

She felt the second one building fast, and she knew it would hit her harder than the first — it always did. Her vision went blurry as he ground his fingertips into the spot, his free arm holding her down as she squirmed, trying to get away from the sensation but grinding herself into it all the same.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe with the force of it, the pleasure overwhelming her to the point of sobbing as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. She didn’t realize she was about to cum until it was happening — she had no ability to warn Namjoon, but his lips pressing into hers muffled the scream as she came.

She felt weightless for a moment, like all of her nerve endings had been burned away leaving nothing but the frayed, numbed ends. But then she felt Namjoon’s weight on top of her, his thumb tenderly brushing away the tears on her cheeks. The ringing in her ears muffled the sound of his voice for a second, but it quickly faded into Namjoon’s soft, sweet voice, “You did such a good job for me baby,” he smiled, pressing and open mouthed kiss to her chest, his tongue tracing over the bare skin for a second before he pulled back. “Come on, let’s get you put back together.”

“No, Joonie,” she pouted, feeling him slip his fingers out of her pussy. “Wanna feel you. Want your cock. I can take it, promise.”

“Not today baby, maybe next time,” he said firmly, “You just came real hard and I think we need to talk about some boundaries before we take that next step, and I don’t even have a condom with me.” 

She frowned, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled to take the rejection in stride with how far into subspace she was. He doesn’t want you. You’re disgusting. He thinks you’re a cheap slut who will give it to anyone who gives you a smile and does something nice. He’s not wrong; you are a slut. Look, you’re begging to fuck him and he just wanted to make sure you didn’t fail your exam—

“Hey, I said no more tears, baby,” Namjoon chastised softly, stopping the voice in her head in its tracks, “I want you, I do. But we need to not be in my office when I fuck you, and we need to have a discussion about consent and limits and all that before we go there. I really shouldn’t have even done this, because you were in a vulnerable state and I knew that, but fuck you called me sir, and like I said before, I am a weak man,” he explained firmly, “And I really like you.”

His words seeped into her brain slowly, her mind starting to process his words. He was right; they needed to talk before they did anything. He had a right to know about Yoongi and Jungkook — at least in the vaguest terms — and she needed him to know what she could and couldn’t give him in terms of a relationship. And as much as she didn’t want to, she would give up the potential with Namjoon if he didn’t accept her relationship with both of them. 

“Are you still with me, baby?” Namjoon asked softly, pulling her into his lap for the second time, tilting her head back to look into his eyes. She nodded and smiled gently, tucking herself into his frame with a sigh.

“‘M good,” she said, “Need a minute.”

“That’s okay, take all the time you need,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. She let herself relax, pressed against his chest as she came out of the floaty, disconnected space her head was in. “Do you have other classes today?” He broke the silence with a whisper.

“No,” she hummed, “I was gonna get some studying in for the exam and wait for my best friend to get out of dance practice. He won’t be out until 3 though.”

“Well you can stay here and we can actually go over the exam if you want, I don’t have any other classes today either,” Namjoon said. The proposition made her heart flutter; he wasn’t tossing her out or making her feel bad for what had happened. He actually cared. 

She shuffled closer, intent on burying her face deeper into his shoulder for the time being when she felt it. His hard cock pressed against her still sensitive cunt made her flinch, but the thick warmth of it made her mouth water. Her eyes flickered up to look at him, nervous to see his reaction.

The golden expanse of his neck was exposed, his head thrown back and jaw clenched as he breathed through his nose. She felt his hand grip her thigh firmly, stopping her from moving an inch against him. She knew he was fighting it; fighting how much he wanted it. But she needed to make him snap.

“Joon, can I… can I see you at least? Or let me give you a hand?” She smiled innocently, met only by a deep grumble from inside Namjoon’s chest.

“Fuck baby,” he sighed as she rocked backward, feeling the length of it drag against her slit, “We shouldn’t.”

“But Joon,” she whined, littering kisses across the sliver of his exposed neck and across his cheeks, “Please?” His fingertips dug into her skin, making her shiver and smile, “I’m not feeling super subby anymore either. I know what I want Joonie, and it's your cock in my throat.”

She felt the breath catch in his chest, hands relaxing as he hummed, “Alright baby,” he nodded, releasing a shaky breath, “Since you begged me so pretty.”

Excitement slithered up her spine as she pushed herself off his lap, settling between his open knees. She watched closely as he undid his belt, fingers meticulous and nimble as he unbuttoned his slacks; the sound of his zipper slowly being undone consumed her senses. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight — Namjoon was criminally beautiful. The peak of his stomach as he pulled at the hem of his sweater out of the confines of his slacks made her hands tremble, and the expanse of sculpted, golden thighs made her brain swim with ideas as he pushed them down his legs, allowing them to pool on the floor beside her after he kicked them off, along with his shoes.

“Go on baby, take me out,” Namjoon breathed, flinching as her cold palms made contact with his skin. She frowned apologetically, kneading into the flesh gently as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his clothed cock, giggling when she felt it twitch. Namjoon’s hand threading into her hair made her eyes roll back as she continued to drop chaste kisses along his shaft, lapping at the wetness growing on the front of his underwear. 

“All this for me?” she smirked, peeling back the band of his underwear as she stared into his eyes, watching the realization flash across his eyes as she repeated his words. 

“Don’t tease me, brat,” Namjoon growled, tightening the grip on her hair, “Or the next time I see you I won’t be nearly as nice as I’ve been today.”

She couldn’t help but smirk as she inched the fabric of his underwear down, holding eye contact until his fluttered shut in bliss as her tongue darted out to meet the warm flesh. She hummed happily, watching his Adam's apple bob in his throat before she cautioned a look down at his cock.

Her mouth hung open in shock at what she saw — she was truly concerned he would hurt her if she tried to take him without some serious prep. She also didn’t know how he didn’t get lightheaded from the sheer amount of blood she figured it took to get him hard.

His cock was long, pretty, and thick, and the sight of it made her pussy throb with desire. She thought for a second about how well his cock would fit into the course requirements for Art Appreciation — his cock was up there with Jungkook, Yoongi, and Seokjin for prettiest she’d ever seen. She was mesmerized by it, ghosting her lips across the length of it before she took the tip between her lips. His hips twitched as she moaned softly, savoring the salty bead of pre cum as it hit her tongue.

“Shit, baby,” Namjoon choked out, shivering as she began to suck on the head of his cock softly, “God, your mouth is fucking incredible.”

She preened softly, the encouragement emboldening her to flatten her tongue as she inhaled sharply through her nose and pushed herself forward to take more of him into her throat. He was far thicker than what she was used to; she was positive there would be a definite bulge in her throat.

She let out a shaky breath through her nose, trying to gauge how much more of him there was to take when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers, “You don’t have to take it all, baby,” he said through his teeth, “I know its a lot and I don’t want you to hurt–”

She cut him off as she swallowed around his length, narrowing her eyes at him as he threw his head back again. His words made her heart melt a little, but the voice in the back of her head took it as a challenge — she needed to show him that she could do it, she wanted to do it. With another sharp inhale, she pushed herself forward, tears instantly breaking past her lashes and tumbling down her cheeks. The stretch made her breath hitch; pushing down the asphyxiating feeling was much more difficult with him than with anyone else because of his almost unbearable girth. But the next thing she knew, her nose was pressed against the soft skin of his pelvis. A flash of gratefulness flickered through her brain at the fact he was so well groomed, before her mind was taken over by the need to please him.

Her free hand gripped the wrist at the back of her head, giving it a squeeze in time with their conjoined hands before she relaxed her throat. “Baby,” he groaned, “Are you sure? I won’t last long with you like this anyway but–”

She cut him off with another shallow swallow, making the hand in her hair tighten. Then she felt his length dragging through her throat as he pulled her off him slightly. Her eyes fluttered shut as he set a slow, shallow pace, fucking himself deep into her throat so carefully. She was absolutely smitten with how gentle he chose to be despite such a depraved act — it made her heart flutter in her chest.

But the absolute filth that poured out of his mouth made her head spin. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby, my perfect little sub. Gonna fuck you so good next time, gonna make sure we’re in my room where I can hear you scream my name, baby, fuck,” he rasped, fighting to keep his voice low. “I’m gonna cum baby, where do you want it?” 

She simply squeezed his hand and relaxed her throat making him groan gutterally, his whole body twitching for a moment as he came.

She pulled off him with a soft pop, his softening cock resting against his thigh. His body went limp as she did, the hand in her hair unwinding tenderly as she rested her cheek against his knee. “I don’t know how I’m going to do anything the rest of the day baby,” Namjoon sighed, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

“I knew I could do it,” she preened, earning a laugh as he tucked himself away.

“You really showed me didn’t you?” he chuckled, “So good for me. I don’t even know what I would get done if you were mine, I’d just think about your pretty mouth on my cock all day.”

The word echoed in her mind — mine mine mine — and for a second, she felt a flash of fear shoot up her spine. She knew nothing about Namjoon, for all she knew he could be the person creeping on her OnlyFans and sending her threatening messages. Her hands stuttered to a stop as they moved across his thighs before flinching away from him, ripping her hand away.

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed in concern, following her as she pushed herself off her knees and onto her ass, scrambling away from his grasp. He froze and raised his hands in surrender, falling onto his knees in front of her. “Hey, did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to offend you–”

“Does the name Soft Vixen mean anything to you?” she cut him off, backing herself into the desk.

Genuine confusion flashed in his eyes before he carefully replied, “...No? Should it?”

Relief settled in her brain, but an uneasiness returned. There was still someone sending her messages, and potentially breaking into her apartment doing god knows what. “S-sorry there’s just… stuff going on in my life right now and it’s all a little… scary.”

Namjoon frowned, scooting closer hesitantly, “You don’t have to tell me anything, but just know that I’m here for you, whenever and whatever you need.”

She nodded, stifling the panic in her chest as she scooted forward, letting him pull her into his arms.

“Sorry. I know you didn’t sign up for this when you brought me to your office–”

“Don’t worry about it, baby. Some tears aren’t going to run me off that easily,” he whispered, resting his chin on the top of her head. She felt the familiar flutter of warmth in her chest when she felt his arms tighten.

It was hard for her to believe someone would care about her so effortlessly, especially when so many people in her life had made it abundantly clear she never mattered to them; not to her family, to her former friends, not even to her former fiancé. But in 3 years, she had managed to find people who seemed to genuinely care about her. She figured that even if she was wrong about them in the long run, she wouldn’t deny herself the opportunity to accept their affection.

Her phone vibrating in her bag next to her pulled her focus; she gave Namjoon a sheepish smile before answering, Jimin’s excited voice filtering through her speaker.

“Where are you, angel? It’s my birthday, I’m out of practice early, and we have so much wine to drink tonight,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m just finishing up in the main lecture hall,” she rolled her eyes, Namjoon’s arms loosening around her as she began to shuffle in her seat, “I’ll meet you at the library in like 10 minutes and then we can start on our night of drinking and absolutely insane drama you want me to watch so bad it’s the only thing you requested for your birthday.” 

“Damn right,” Jimin laughed proudly, making her heart squeeze in her chest. She loved Jimin’s laugh, it always made her feel like her problems were so small and so distant, “Now get your cute ass over to the library so we can start my birthday extravaganza.”

She giggled, nodding to herself as Namjoon helped her up, “Alright Min, I’m on my way,” she said, earning an indignant huff in response.

“Hurry up, angel, I am no-so-patiently waiting,” he snarked before the line went dead. She smiled, rolling her eyes at his impatience before giving Namjoon another soft smile.

“Sorry to run out like this, but he will hunt me down if I don’t show up in the next 10 minutes,” she grimaced, “He has my location on his phone for when we go out and he absolutely has used it to find me in the mall before when I wasn’t answering his texts.”

Namjoon smiled, cupping her cheek gently, “Don’t worry about me, baby, it’s your friend’s birthday. May I?” he asked, gesturing to her phone. She nodded, making him smile as he plucked the phone out of her hand, typing something quickly before putting it back in her hand. “Now you have my number, you can text me or call me any time.” He stared at her for a moment before he hummed contemplatively and peeled off his turtleneck.

Her mouth went dry at the expanse of his chest; it was firm and built, a truly marvelous sight to behold. Her mind flickered through the catalogs of art she’d studied, all the depictions of the naked male form that had been venerated by scholars as perfection, and found all of them paled in comparison to him; he was absolutely statuesque.

“Here, take my sweater. I’ve got another in my bag. You can clean yourself up with it, if you want,” Namjoon said with a shy smile. She found it endearing how easily he fluctuated between the shy, nerdy version of himself and the dominating, critical one. 

“Thanks, Joonie,” she smiled, her face heating up at the tenderness of his consideration, “But what are you gonna wear? I don’t think you can just walk across campus like this–”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got another outfit in my bag,” he shrugged, “I work out on campus anyway, no one will think anything of it. It’s the least I could do considering I ripped your thong. Which I can and will replace by the way.”

She nodded, taking the sweater from his outstretched hand with an innocent smile and a shrug, “No need, I have many more where that came from,” she winked. Namjoon’s eyes went wide at her words, tucking his chin into his chest.

She made quick work of cleaning herself up as Namjoon changed into his work-out attire, apologizing as she did and promising to bring the sweater back when she saw him next before shoving it in her bag. Namjoon walked her out of the building, carefully leading her back through the maze of empty halls, refusing to back down when she assured him she could find her way alone. 

They made it to the library as their 10 minutes were up, Namjoon giving her a smile and a wave as he split off from her, heading toward the gym. He was clear about not wanting her friend to see him, but she knew she was about to spill everything to Jimin anyway. But Namjoon didn't need to know that.

She felt her phone buzz, rolling her eyes at Jimin’s meticulous time management skills when she saw him wave at her from one of the tables. Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she checked the notification.

From Yoongs: kitten, i have your new key, i’ll leave it in your mailbox. also, you should really check your bathroom window. it was unlocked. To Yoongs: my bathroom window unlocks? From Yoongs: yes, kitten, it does. be more careful, yeah? for me?

She shivered, fear creeping up her spine as her phone chimed again. She didn’t want to look, she fought the urge to just ignore it without looking, but morbid curiosity got the better of her.

From Unknown: You’ll see in time that we’re meant for each other. We always have been.

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🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever) 

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always 

Father Figures 

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

[localplaguenurse]

Chex's Masterlist

A list of the fics or headcanons I’ve written! I may have missed a couple of headcanons here and there because they were just one off questions from the ask box. Mostly wanted to keep track of the long lists. 

Some of my fics have suggestive or mature content. Read the tags, proceed with caution, and if you can’t read this stuff for one reason or another, best to move on. Also, in case you're wondering why a lot of my oneshots have to do with Pantalone; I love him and he is my muse.

Have fun!

Ongoing Fics

You've Got My Eyes: Zhongli/Reader slowburnish fic where Reader is a single mom in Inazuma after a one night stand with the man of the hour; ongoing

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting: Dottore/Reader angst fic, aka the "dottore divorce fic" where Reader is sick of feeling neglected and unappreciated by her husband; ongoing

you are someone i have loved, but never known: Pantalone centric fic where Arlecchino finds a baby left on the steps of the House of Hearth; ongoing and slow to update

Oneshots and Complete Fics

it’s all that i can give to you, my dear: Pantalone/Reader smutfic, a sequel to take all you can, give nothing back; completed

As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees: Morax/Reader arranged marriage slowburn set during the Archon War; completed (see also: the ginkgo trees masterlist with all my other headcanons/fics/aus)

Little Helper: Pantalone family fluff oneshot, technically Pantalone/Reader but it’s not really the focal point

Catch of the Day: Zhongli/Reader Mermay oneshot

that is enough: Fear and Hunger angst oneshot where Cahara returns home after... everything goes wrong. Please read the tags before reading.

Hold on Tight: Pantalone/Reader smut oneshot where someone goes a little overboard during sexy times.

Pretty in Pink: Hwei/Reader smut oneshot, and the only league fic I'll write

zero days until the party: My take on the bite of '83, child death warning

Have Your Cake and Eat It Too: Pantalone/Reader smut oneshot I wrote for my birthday where Pantalone gets bored at his own party

Playing strip poker with Pantalone: Self explanatory. Not really smutty, mainly silly, but still suggestive so you know the drill

The Price for Greed: Dragon Pantalone smut oneshot that has been sitting in my google docs for too damn long

an act of kindness: Pantalone oneshot where he's too tired for sex, so you give him a bubble bath. Starts spicy but doesn't go full smut, mainly domestic fluff.

Or You Lose: Modern era oneshot where Pantalone is a nightclub owner, and you're tasked with assassinating him.

i lie in your arms tonight: Pantalone oneshot where you're training a new recruit and things go horrifically wrong. Character death and angst heavy.

Headcanons

Pantalone health headcanons

Assorted Pantalone headcanons

Pantalone domestic fluff

Assorted/sorta modern Dottore headcanons

Pantalone being husband material

Pantalone appearance/self care

Modern Dottolone

Arlecchino/Pantalone/Reader NSFW

Casper First Time NSFW Headcanons (A Date With Death)

[lenievi]

spones - older fics recs

seeing that people are interested in older fics, let me link some more that are not on ao3 but on personal websites (sometimes the formatting is a bit... you’d better just copy it into some text editor in order to read it comfortably) and that were written prior to 2010, but mostly in early 2000s. It’s not all of them (of course), I’m just linking those I at some point in the past three years enjoyed and that are long-ish. They can be a bit dated and sometimes a bit weird. Most of them are mature to explicit. If you want more warnings, you can message me.

Diagnosis and Treatment of Ply's Disease (explicit-ish at the end) - it deals with a disease, obviously, so proceed with caution if it isn’t something you want to read. Mention of McCoy/OC(m)

The Prayer of St. Francis (E) - I haven’t actually read this one, but one day I want to. The summary is “the triumvirate as we know them”, but it’s spones flavoured. And it’s spones who are bonded. It spans the series up to Spock’s death.

The author’s page in case you wanna read other fics by them.

Nets in the Wind - mirror!spones, has Sybok, set after Spock kills Kirk, in case you mind. It’s a bit open ended.

The World Bewitched - mirror!spones, interesting world building imho

The Other One (E) - “After the encounter with the Mirror universe, both men have some problems they have to deal with.” (I actually don’t remember this one, but I have it saved... but don’t judge me if it’s weird; read the author’s notes) sequel Sugar Magnolia. These were written in 1998.

On Vulcan genomic engineering and love - this one though is a bit weird (proceed with an open mind), but the premise is quite interesting - McCoy becomes a half-Vulcan (I think this was actually the only fic I’ve read with that theme). “Spock has wanted for a long time to become fully Vulcan and finally devices a formula to allow him to manipulate his genetic structure to do just that. But in a freak accident, he injects McCoy with the formula, causing the Doctor to become half-Vulcan. Now with pon farr on Spock's heels, he must help the doctor learn to deal with his Vulcan half, while the two of them both try to live with their feelings for each other.” some hints at McCoy/Vulcan OC(m)

My Little Town - takes place after TUC, I’m personally very fond of this one for some reason. It has a completely different background for McCoy than what’s common. “McCoy’s mother just died, and McCoy goes to deal with the house. Spock tags along.” McCoy’s parents had a huge age gap, so if you’re bothered by it, maybe don’t read it.

stories by Tempest - Blackbird has trans!McCoy, Yon t'Ashaya - McCoy and Spock both serve on a Vulcan ship, Spock goes into pon farr [these two fics are what stuck with me after reading them three years ago, but the author has a lot more]

now you can also go through this list, but a lot of the links are broken, some can be accessed through wayback machine, some can’t.

and then you can also look through the Spiced Peaches list, which has fics from 2005 and up. Just in case you’ve never heard of the online spones zine.

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also a bonus tos!mirror!mckirk because why not. It’s a wip, unfortunately, but it’s still worth it because it’s tos!mckirk~ And like most other mirror verse fics on this list, it isn’t as dark as what’s written these days. It’s actually pretty tame. It’s by the same author as The World Bewitched and Nets in the Wind above.

The Getting or the Having & Dust - “In the Mirror-Universe Kirk finds out that his counterpart has a sexual relationship with McCoy. This makes him thinking things over.”

[bulkyphrase]

Steve Rogers + Hydra Trash Party: A Valentine's Day Rec List

Happy Valentine's Day! There's nothing more romantic to me than absolutely terrible things happening to my favorite fictional men, so please enjoy this list of all my Steve-centric HTP faves.

I know these are not for everyone, so this first fic is a cute story where Hydra accidentally turns themselves into cephalopods:

The Better to Hug You With by Lauralot (@lauralot89) (General Audiences | 1,740 words | No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: As he's stepping off the Metro, Steve catches a glimpse of waving tentacles in his peripheral vision. An octopus is wriggling onto the platform. He's entering the Triskelion when it happens again: a flash of tentacles in the corner of his eye, this time roping around a filing cabinet. Clearly Steve needs more sleep.

Everything after this is more HTP-typical non-con and violence, so proceed with caution and be sure to check the tags before reading.

[Podfic] A Hostile Work Environment read by sallysparrow017 (Explicit, 45-60 Minutes, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Note: The original has been deleted but at least we still have a great podfic version of this amazing fic

Summary: Podfic of stoatsandwich's 'A Hostile Work Environment' Five times Captain America fantasized about being gang-raped by the STRIKE Team, plus one more.

Blood from a Stone by shinelikethunder (tenlittlebullets) (@shinelikethunder) (Explicit | 23,651 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Once you passed a certain point in the hierarchy, getting ordered to do shit like lead a gangbang on Captain America was a surprise but not a shock. Fill for a hydratrashmeme prompt requesting a Hydra/Steve gangbang where Steve has been dosed with aphrodisiacs to force him to get off. Or, a trash party dumpster travesty in two acts:Act 1: Steve Rogers: World's Most Defiant Hydra Party FavorAct 2: Post-Rescue Hurt/Comfort: Now With Bonus Steve/Sam Sex Pollen Dubcon Also available as a podfic read by sallysparrow017

Catastrophe (Breeds Strength) by sock_bealady (Explicit | 21,272 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage)

Summary: Not long after the events of Iron Man 3, the Avengers are captured by what they thought were friends. Rumlow promises they won't remember a thing. Steve is starting to hope he's right.

For What it's Worth by throttlegainwell (@throttlegainwell) (Explicit | 11,654 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: When he found the safehouse, after it had been scoured for evidence, he’d personally taken it down to studs. He recognized the room from the tape. What he hadn’t recognized so far was any of the men from the tape. None of them had surfaced, none had been so involved in Project Insight that they hadn’t run for the hills when defeat was on the air. And he knew their faces. He knew them. He knew their ugly jeering voices and their obnoxious laughs and their appendectomy scars and at this point he might even recognize their dicks at a urinal. He’d know them the second he saw them. If he saw them. Part of him hoped that Bucky wouldn’t, but Bucky seemed to remember a lot more than he claimed, so it seemed a stretch too far. As he rather violently found out seven months later, on a side street in Prague at two thirty-three in the morning, it was.

Four Across by justanotherStonyfan (Explicit | 5,728 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Written for a prompt on the Hydra Trash Meme -So say HYDRA uses the Winter Soldier to seduce people as a spy as well as to assassinate people. Some people like it vanilla, some people like to dominate him - and some people want to be dominated by him. He's conditioned to be dominant when triggered by a certain word or phrase. There's a word/phrase to turn dom!WS off too, but the character of your choice has no idea what it is. They didn't mean to trigger this aspect of the Soldier, they just happened to say the wrong thing.

Give Me Your Filth by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (@dsudis) (Explicit | 15,378 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: "I don't care," Bucky said. "I don't care which one was you and which one was someone else. You're underneath me now. It's my turn. I do things now, and you lie there and take it." This was going to hurt.

I Remembered You Were Mine by hobbitdragon (Explicit | 4,455 words | Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Steve awakes in a strange place with a familiar face standing over him. He has no idea where he is or how he got there, but at least Bucky is with him. Also available as a podfic read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty)

Man in the Box by buckybleeds (@buckybleeds) (Explicit | 29,239 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: This is the fic I've been referring to as "the horrible boxfic." Hydra wins and Steve gets put into a put into a sex vending machine in the Strike team locker room.

Mnemosyne by MilesHibernus (Explicit | 6,924 words | Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Steve's working on dealing with a mission gone wrong when Bucky comes in from the cold.

Salt by throttlegainwell (@throttlegainwell) (Mature | 7,168 words | Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Memory is inconvenient – for so many reasons, in so many ways. Bucky’d read the books and seen the movies and, frankly, lived the horror show. He knew the misconceptions that people so easily believed. Memories weren’t like movies; they’re not so neat, not so cleanly edited, not so purposeful. They’re just bits of collected and confusingly collated data. Attempting to get around that fact, as had so been the case for the treatment of his mind, was unnatural.

Show You How by justanotherStonyfan (Explicit | 10,567 words | Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Written for a prompt on the Hydra Trash Meme:Rumlow and Steve have started fooling around sometime shortly before the events of CA: TWS. They've done stuff - they've probably sucked each other off, maybe some fingering, whatever - but Rumlow hasn't actually fucked Steve yet. Steve is still a virgin in the sense of not having had penetrative sex, at least with a dude. Steve is taken into custody, maybe after the bridge fight if they didn't get rescued. He gets taken to whatever horrible gang-bang cell exists in the HYDRA sub-basement with Rumlow and other random thugs. Rumlow says something with super mean fake tenderness like, hey, sorry I've kept you waiting this long to get your cherry popped, but I really wanted it to be the right moment . Which, of course, is going to be right now in front of everybody. Up to the writer if other people then get involved too. Bonus points if Steve isn't particularly naive; he knows there's stuff Rumlow isn't telling him or maybe even that he's being played in some way, but obviously doesn't know the extent of it and is enjoying the sex and the general human contact/comfort before horrible things start going down.

The Wolf by ipoiledi (@ipoiledi) (Explicit | 5,114 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: So it started that way: a harmless joke.

to burn your kingdom down by glorious_spoon (@glorious-spoon) (Explicit | 12,370 words | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: The Avengers go after a Hydra splinter cell with a nasty habit of brutalizing their prisoners. Steve has some ugly history with them, and when a rescue mission gone wrong leaves him and Sam in enemy hands, the situation gets uglier still.

TsumBody to Love by buckybleeds (@buckybleeds) (Explicit | 7,067 words | Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: *handwavium* Bucky and Steve are now tsum tsums and Brock's gonna fuck 'em and they're going to be sad and squeaky about it.

[jaegeriess]

Library

Read this first

Welcome to my library. This is the Eremika section, more specifically Eren x Mikasa. A few notes before you continue: I am very picky about what I read, what does that mean? While I judge stories on the storyline as well, it’s mostly about how the stories are written (writing style). Also please remember that 90% of these stories contain dark content, so proceed with caution; dark content means smut and/or 18+ content in general. 

AO3 SECTION

Of Gunslingers and Sharpshooters

To the boy who sought freedom, happy birthday.

Of Raptors and Hares

nothing less than eternity

Deep in my feels

Fate

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[fenharel-enaste]

A Remedy for Mind Poison || Elendil x Reader

Rating: General audiences

Summary: Something has been troubling your mind for a while now and Elendil will do anything in his hand to see you smile again.

Content: Angst and anxiety/depression (proceed with caution if this might be triggering for you) but so much comfort, fluff, lots of kisses and words of love and reassurance.

Word count: 1,6k

Requested by: @aamon47 Thank you so much baby! 💖💖 (This took so long I'm sorry jafkjnakd)

Notes: Turned out a bit angstier than I thought because I ended up projecting and getting carried away. Also reader's problem is not explicitly mentioned so it could be more relatable for everyone regardless of the circumstances.

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He felt that pleasant warmth in his heart every time you smiled, every time your eyes lit up when you looked at him, with every romantic gesture and with every mundane situation you shared. One day, however, while Elendil could still see that beautiful smile on your face, he could also see your teary eyes when you looked away, when you thought he wasn't observing you.

You told him you were fine when he asked you. And he simply put his arms around you from behind, without saying a word, the last thing he wanted was to rush you or force you to speak. He trusted you completely. He knew you would eventually tell him when you were ready, like you always did, but he couldn't deny that it was heartbreaking to see you like that. So he just held you tight against him, hoping to comfort you, if only a little, with soft kisses on your hair and sweet words whispered in your ear. 

Over the next few days, Elendil arranged little surprises for you. He took you riding with him to your favourite secret spot on the isle woods, he walked with you under the stars, never letting go of your hand, he left a single flower on your bed every morning so that you would think of him when waking up, when duty called him before dawn. 

Your heart fluttered with each of his little gestures, of course, he always made your rough days better, more bearable. But there was still something, something unsettling that was always with you when you were alone with your thoughts. A part of you wanted to tell him, you knew he would listen and understand every word and would do everything in his power to make you feel better. That was precisely the problem, what stopped you from pouring out your feelings in front of him. They felt ridiculous, too trivial compared to other people's problems, compared to everything you knew Elendil had gone through years ago, before you came into his life. You didn’t want to be a burden for him. 

It was just a bad patch, you had been through this before and always felt better after a few weeks, you would endure it again. 

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Elendil stared at you from his desk. A book was open in front of him, but he could hardly pay attention to it when you were in that same room, so beautiful as you moved about it, doing your little chores you liked to indulge in to distract yourself from reality. You made these little facial expressions, probably unconsciously, a reflection of your own thoughts as you focused on the task at hand. Elendil found them absolutely adorable. He found himself smiling at the sight, unable to stop the words from escaping his lips. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“I’m sorry?” you asked despite having heard him the first time, you were just taken aback, not knowing exactly how to respond.  

“You are so perfect, my love,” Elendil repeated, speaking those flattering words so lovingly you inevitably smiled and blushed, but there was something preventing you from replying. You didn't quite know how to respond, honestly. You couldn't help thinking he said it because he loves you, but he wouldn't think that if he saw you the way you saw yourself. Or at least how you've been seeing yourself lately. 

Something began to press on your chest, harder and harder, followed by a stinging pain in your throat. And with a sudden sob, tears began to flood your eyes. 

“Love?” Elendil rose from his chair, startled, and rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling your head against his chest, where you buried your tear-stained face. 

“I’m here, my darling,” he whispered, reassuring you while stroking your hair and pressing his lips on your head. He allowed you to take your time, to shed as many tears as you needed while he kept you safe in his arms. After a while, when he felt you were calm enough to talk, he guided you to the bed and sat by your side. 

“Please, tell me what’s troubling you, my moon. My heart cannot bear seeing you like this,” Elendil muttered as he wiped your tears gently with his fingers and held your hands in his. 

You find the strength to articulate words between sobs. All the times you had tried to put your grief into words, all your insecurities, all your fears, all those intrusive thoughts that made you feel like a failure bursting in at the most unexpected moments. It all came out at once when Elendil cupped your face in his hands and made you look into his worried, pleading eyes. You weren't even sure if you were making sense, wanting to express so many feelings and thoughts all at once. But his eyes reached deep inside you, he understood. 

“Is there anything I can do? Tell me what you need.” Those were the only words that came from his lips as he gently squeezed your hands. 

"I think... right now all I want is a distraction, I just want these thoughts to go away, please," you implored, not sure whether to him or to your own mind, but they were sincere words, or at least that's what you told yourself. 

“We sure can find something, of course, but... listen, please, listen to me.” Elendil brought his hands back to your face and made you look him in the eye, he wanted to make sure you listened to every single word. “We will find something, you have my word, but first I need you to hear how remarkable you are, what a brave, determined, hard-working, beautiful person you are. You always accomplish anything you set your mind to, even if it may take you a while, you always make it. You will overcome this, and this is true because I know you and you are perfectly capable of anything. I'm very proud of you, my love." 

You found yourself speechless, barely breathing at the lovely words he was speaking. He was certainly overestimating you, obviously, but in his eyes you could see that he did believe in what he was saying. All you could see was utter devotion. 

“Oh gods, I don’t know...” 

“Trust me, love, you can do this. And you don't have to do it alone, do not hesitate, ever, to ask me for anything you need, please. Say the word and you’ll have it." There they were, the words you dreaded to hear, the last thing you wanted was becoming a burden for him. However, perhaps it was the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes studied you, so concerned but with such love, how his hands fondled yours and moved up to cup your face so gently to wipe away your tears. The expected fear and guilt were not there, there was only relief and immense gratitude towards that perfect man in front of you. 

“Thank you, Elendil.” The words came weakly from your lips. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I was afraid of sounding selfish, I know you already have a lot to attend to and..." Your voice was interrupted by your lover's lips before you could finish the sentence, taking your breath away, calming your mind before any negative thought could take hold of it again. 

Elendil answered your concerns with his lips still brushing yours. “Any burden, no matter how heavy, is like a feather to me if it means helping you to feel content and fulfilled, if it means being able to see that precious smile of yours every day. I am here for you, always.” 

How could you have been so lucky in life to have him? Tears were still visible in your eyes, but Elendil could only see true bliss in them this time, the first time he saw it in weeks. In that moment, his heart warmed, and he wished nothing more than to kiss you and hold you close, and so he did for a few whole minutes. Your mind was at ease, only filled with Elendil's intoxicating scent and warmth, so familiar and safe. 

“Are you feeling any better now?" Elendil asked after a while, slowly pulling away from your embrace so he could meet your eyes. 

Your eyes were still slightly puffy, but you no longer felt any burden on you, only relief, all was well at last. “I am indeed. Thank you so much for listening to me. I think that’s all I needed after all.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, my love,” Elendil said before kissing you swiftly one last time. “Now, is there anything you want us to do that might keep you distracted?” 

You were exhausted, and you felt that, for the first time in forever, you would finally be able to sleep peacefully, without nightmares. And you knew how you wanted to do it. 

“Would you read to me for a while, please? That book you were reading earlier? You know your voice alone is enough to make me feel sheltered and safe.” 

Elendil let out a soft chuckle at your compliment, he was more than happy to oblige. “Of course, my dear, come lay here with me.” He reached for the abandoned book on the desk and lay down on your bed, inviting you to rest in his arms. 

Elvish verses came from his lips with soft sounds and a soothing, musical rhythm, which accompanied by his deep, velvety voice sounded almost like a sweet lullaby that soon made you fall asleep on his chest.

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