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[6azia]

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒'𝖘

❀ 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 26

Still havened decided what to do...

❀ 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 25

I'm gonna start now so it doesn't end like last year

❀ 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 24

It’s gonna be a really funny month

❀ 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙘𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙅𝙞𝙣𝙭.

❀ 𝕷𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖍 25

The judges have decided(you) for a lebanese arcane month 🧡🤍🩷

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓

✯𝕿. 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖎ᴴᶜ

✯𝕷.𝕺.𝖁ᴴᶜ

✯𝕴. 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖞𝖆ᴴᶜ

✯𝕿. 𝕿𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎ᴴᶜ

𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙'𝖘

✯𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖈𝖔

✯ᴺˢᶠᵂ

✯ 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰

♡shout out to ma besti @pill0wc4se for giving me so many great ideas in the weirdest times and being my beta reader and omega♡

[6azia]

𝕴𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘

So here I’ll tell y’all every thing I’m working on rn so ya know what you can expect in the coming weeks

Head canons

- stoner!Jabber

One shots

Multi chapter fics

- COD fanfic (still don’t have a name)

- Naruto x Bhna obikaka (again and again)

[6azia]

I’ve been soooo inactive guys what kind of my work do y’all want to see more of

Head-cannons w/ twt-links

Normal head-canons

One shots

Multi chapter fanfics

Voting ended onMar 9

[6azia]

Guyyssbs so I’ve heard y’all’s prayers and the easter holidays are approaching , so I’ve plenty of time writing everything down and here’s some ideas:

- stoner!Jabber and Y/N just chilling and getting high together. Jabber gets horny and one thing leads to another.

- housewife!Nanami looks after his caring husband. After the dinner and wine Y/N wants to thank Nanami ofc

- oldman!Price who just loves his boyfriend working around their shared home. While Y/N was chopping wood, his wood rose 😏 just looking at all these muscles and imagining in what positions they could manhandle him

- hero!Aizawa who gets captured by villain!Y/N and the integrated till he is dumb from pleasure

- quiet!König who doesn’t make a sound while doing him till a certain point. After finally getting his self conciseness plowed away he’s a moaning and whining mass. Clawing at your back and pulling you down to him.

(If y’all have any more ideas just write me. And add it’s a one shot idea or Drabble w/ twt-links

And random extra for future fics:

- the stone bread currency for arcane

- probably gonna do this for other stuff

( Naruto + Bnha?)

[6azia]

I’ve been soooo inactive guys what kind of my work do y’all want to see more of

Head-cannons w/ twt-links

Normal head-canons

One shots

Multi chapter fanfics

Voting ended onMar 9

[6azia]

Knife Play Sasuke Uchiha x m!reader

—summary. finally they can indulge in what they want

—content warning. obv knife play

—word count. 2,25k

—azia‘s notes. guys bear with me I had 1 bottle of wine while writing this and IK that naruto fanfic are not as populare as other fandoms (eg. cod; jjk) I will still write them

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯-𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱

The hideout was quiet, save for the occasional drip of water echoing through the damp stone halls. Most of Orochimaru’s followers had retired for the night, leaving only the faint flicker of torchlight to carve shadows into the walls.  

Sasuke lay still, his head resting against Y/N’s chest, listening. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a quiet, grounding force—proof that at least one person he cared about was still alive. Still here.  

Y/N’s fingers lazily combed through Sasuke’s dark hair, his breathing slow and even as he teetered on the edge of sleep. He didn’t mind these nights, when Sasuke sought him out like this. They had always been close, even before the massacre. Back then, when the Uchiha compound was still full of life, Y/N had been the one to drag Sasuke out of his shell—sneaking him sweets from the market, sparring with him until the sun dipped below the horizon, laughing when Sasuke would scowl at his terrible jokes.  

Now, in the suffocating darkness of Orochimaru’s world, Y/N was the only warmth Sasuke allowed himself.  

A kunai glinted in Sasuke’s hand, its edge cold and precise. He dragged the tip lightly over Y/N’s forearm, watching as a thin red line bloomed in its wake. Just enough to break the skin—just enough to feel something.  

Y/N barely reacted, only exhaling softly as his eyelids fluttered. “You’re gonna scar me up one of these days,” he murmured, voice thick with drowsiness.  

Sasuke didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed his ear harder against Y/N’s chest, as if he could memorize the sound of his pulse. The blood welled up in tiny beads, and Sasuke traced another line beside the first, slow and deliberate.  

“Mm… ‘s cold,” Y/N mumbled, but he didn’t pull away. He never did.  

Sasuke’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but something close. He let the kunai drop to the mattress and instead pressed his fingers against Y/N’s arm, smearing the blood slightly. The warmth of it was real. Alive.  

A memory flickered in his mind—Y/N, years younger, grinning as he wiped blood from Sasuke’s split lip after a training session gone too far. "You’re too reckless," Y/N had scolded, but there was no real anger in his voice. Just concern. Just care.  

Sasuke’s fingers tightened imperceptibly against Y/N’s skin.  

“You’re thinking too loud,” Y/N muttered, cracking one eye open. Even half-asleep, he could read Sasuke like an open book.  

“Shut up,” Sasuke replied, but there was no bite to it.  

Y/N chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Sasuke’s bones. “Make me.”  

Y/N’s lips curled into a lazy smirk as he felt Sasuke tense slightly against him. Even now, after all these years, he couldn’t resist poking at that Uchiha pride.  

"Make me,"he had said—and oh, he knew what those words did to Sasuke.  

A beat of silence passed. Then another.  

Y/N cracked one eye open again, just in time to see Sasuke’s dark gaze flicker up to meet his. There was something dangerous in those onyx eyes—something that sent a thrill down Y/N’s spine as if he was a second away from activating his sharingan.  

“Tch. You’re insufferable,” Sasuke muttered, but his voice was low, rough around the edges in a way that had nothing to do with annoyance.  

Y/N grinned. “And yet here you are. In my bed. Again.”  

Sasuke’s jaw twitched.  

Y/N opened his mouth to tease him further—maybe something about how clingy he’d gotten, or how he was definitely the small spoon, no matter what Sasuke claimed—but the words never made it out.  

Because in one sharp, fluid motion, Sasuke pushed himself up and kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was all teeth and desperation, a silent shut up pressed between their lips. Y/N’s breath hitched, his fingers tangling instinctively in Sasuke’s hair as he kissed back just as fiercely.  

When they finally broke apart, Sasuke’s cheeks were faintly flushed, his breathing uneven. Y/N’s smirk returned, wider now.  

“That’s how you shut me up?” he breathed, thumb brushing over Sasuke’s lower lip. “Could’ve just asked.”  

Sasuke glared, but there was no real heat behind it. “You talk too much.”  

“And you like it.”  

Sasuke didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned back down, his lips ghosting over Y/N’s ear.  

“Maybe,” he murmured, voice dripping with quiet challenge. “But I think like this even more.”  

And then he was kissing him again, slower this time, deeper 

like he was mapping out every inch of Y/N’s mouth, committing it to memory. Y/N melted into it, his earlier teasing forgotten and replaced by an open dam of years long repressed feelings.  

Sasuke's hands made their way up Y/N’s arm, smearing blood on their way and firmly securing them besides the other’s head. 

The kisses and touches grew more desperate as time went on. Y/N’s knee bent as his back arched, yearning more. 

No, needing more. 

After having repressed his feelings for so long, being able to be close to Sasuke in such a way ignites a firework in Y/N’S belly. Redness starts to appear at the tip of his ears as he gets excited by the second, that even his loose pants start to get uncomfortable.

With every second their bodies are pressed together he prayed to every god that Sasuke wouldn’t notice his sudden excitement. But he knew Sasuke was the type to notice every little detail. And if the thing is about Y/N, he is even more attentive. 

Not long after the thought crossed Y/N’s mind he felt Sasuke pressing himself against him. He didn’t even realise he closed his eyes, when he opened them again he was met with red eyes. 

To every other person this would seem scary or downright horrific, with the Uchiha holding his once discarded kunai but to Y/N he seemed angelic.

How the moon illuminated the room and his silhouette being between Y/N’s thighs. He could make a smile out in the dimly lit room and a bulge that made his mind reel with thousand thoughts per second about what could happen next. 

Sasuke let go of the others hands and let his own hands roam freely the new territory he is now allowed to, pulling new sounds out of his life long friend or should he say lover now? The only thought in Sasuke's mind right now is to never let go, to never forget this moment, how their bodies feel against each other as he slowly starts to trust his hips against the other’s front, eliciting pornographical moans, as if he got touched for the first time. 

Y/N tries to conceal his craving sounds by biting his lip but then he feels a kiss to his collarbone and Sasuke murmurs, “Don’t hide it. I want to remember every little reaction you make. Every whimper or shudder” finishing it by kissing a spot that even surprised Y/N that he would be so sensitive there. Sasuke sucked on the skin till he got satisfied and saw a purplish bruise forming on the once unblemished skin.

Then he continues to move his hips, pressing their two bulges against each other ,craving friction but fearing going too far and the other rejecting them. 

Y/N could already feel how all the precum staining his bottoms got downright uncomfortable. So he let his hand wander more south till he got hold of his clothes shaft and his hand started to move. Sasuke sat back and watched while Y/N got more wild with every stroke. 

One hand was pinching his nipple and the other finally made itself inside his bottoms, gripping on his hot member while his half lidded eyes looked at Sasuke with such hunger that it made the other slowly undress himself so he was exposed to Y/N with all his glory.

He made his way back between Y/N’s legs while stroking himself lazily while still looking down at the other with his Sharingan still ablazed. “Let me help you there” Sasuke said and got a whine as a response as he swatted the hand of the other boy from his own member and replaced it by his cold hand which held a kunai mere seconds ago. Then he starts to move them in sync as he observes every slight twitch and move from the other while chasing for more. 

And when he heard whimpers of more and faster and a pit ignited inside of him as he let go of Y/N to reach the drawer. Y/N looked up at him with a questioning look while frowning because the stimulation suddenly disappeared. Then one could see a ceramic container. 

Sasuke opened it and coated his fingers with the substance and he had a surprisingly sweet smile on his usually frowning face. Y/N wished he could look like that everyday. But when you think about it, being the only person to ever see it makes a warm feeling wash over your body. 

“This will probably be a bit uncomfortable” he said as he kissed the corner of your mouth as he loosened your pants a bit more and his one made its way between your legs, circling your puckered thigh hole.

His index finger didn’t directly force itself in. He waited till you didn’t quiver as much and become a bit looser. It slowly sinked in and Sasuke was delirious at the warm feeling around his index, he couldn’t anticipate Y/N finally taking him. The warm feeling, the tightness. The thought alone motivated him enough to prep his darling more so he would take him with the same pleasure he was feeling, even if he had to deprive himself for the time being. 

While his finger curled itself in his friend he went and started to mark him. Not only his neck but his abdomen and chest. 

He realized that Y/N is quite sensitive there so he starts to suck on them with more vigor to elicit more of the others' moans that sound like music to his ears. Not long after he realized that another finger fits in, so he started to pump into Y/N and curl his finger making Y/N still for a short minute. Then a drawn out moan was pulled out of him as his back arched and his fingers started to pull on Sasuke's hair. “R-righter Sasuke”

The third finger got in and Sasuke pulled his fingers out and stroked his cock a bit, coating it in precum and some lubricant. His tip kissed Y/N entrance and eased itself slowly in, looking out for any hint of discomfort. When there wasn't any he started to move more confidently in a steady rhyme. Occasionally bending down to kiss his partner. 

Low mantras of each other's names were heard but then a high pitched Sasuke was heard as he angled his hips a bit differently. After hearing this, Sasuke's mind was set. His arms supported him as he drove into Y/N with relentless thrusts that he secretly wished it would take. Even if the logical part of his brain knew it was impossible, if he asked Orochimaru he would probably find a way.

His thoughts were interrupted by a pair of nails gripping his back till he felt some beads of blood flowing down. He frowned and looked down again at his Y/N and took hold of one of his kunai again, the other hand gripped one of the bottoms legs as the urge to crave in who he belonged to grew too much, so he did the same thing as before it escalated that much. His kunai scraped of the outer layer of the back thigh skin just so the Uchiha cress was slightly recognizable,

It let the Uchihas restlessness about their loved thing dim a bit but not completely. “Stay mine” Sasuke suddenly said while his trust got faster. At that point Y/N’s mind was too far gone to process any more words and the only responses were various levels of whines and whimpers.  

“Why didn’t we do it earlier ?” Sasuke asked himself more than to the other as he got closer to his orgasm by the thrust. Just as he was about to climax Y/N suddenly heightens and cums. The milky substance lands mostly on Sasuke as he tries to progress what just happens as Y/N get impossibly thigh. 

Just as he was about to pull out he came and as if all energy got sucked out of him and he collapsed on Y/N, who was now a bloody and cum filled mess. 

While laying there he felt like not letting going off the warmth wrapped around his dick so before he lost consciousness from his first mindblowing/lifealtering orgasm, he laid to his side wrapping his friend in his arms while letting his dick rest inside the others warmth who got drowsy after cumming. 

Sasuke cherished that moment of bonding, wishing for more happening after getting a slight taste of the forbidden fruit. However the answer to that he would get tomorrow after Y/N wakes up from the deep slumber he already is in.

So for now outside, the hideout remained silent. The torches flickered. The shadows stretched.  

And for once, Sasuke wasn’t listening for a heartbeat but hoping for future experiences. 

[6azia]

Aftercare Price x m!reader

—summary. Just some old sweet time with our favourite Captain after an exhausting fun time together

—content warning. none I think? just some fluff for today<3 and internalized homophobia

—word count. 1,22k

—azia‘s notes. hihi just some nice stuff

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯-𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱

The silence in the room was a living, breathing thing, thick with the scent of sweat, spent passion, and the lingering ghost of gunpowder that always seemed to cling to you two. The heavy blankets were a tangled heap at the foot of the bed, the cool air of the safehouse a welcome relief on overheated fkushed skin.

Price lays on his back, one heavily muscled arm thrown over his eyes, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, exhausted rhythms. Every muscle, every bone, every old wound sang a chorus of protest. He felt… thoroughly used. In the best way possible.

A soft, warm weight shifted beside him. Your  lips, impossibly gentle, found the dense, coarse hair of his chest. They traced a slow, meandering path over the landscape of him, over the hard plane of his pectoral, the ridge of a faded scar along his ribs, the steady, thudding beat of his heart beneath his sternum. Till you found an still unmarked stop and began to gently suck on it, till a new bruise formed under the now wet patch.

Price let out a low, rumbling groan that was part pleasure, part profound ache. He lowered his arm, his blue eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, now soft and hazy with fatigue, finding your face.

“Bloody hell, lad,” he murmured, his voice a gravelly rasp textured by his accent and years of shouting orders over gunfire. “Where do you get the energy? Feels like I’ve been run over by a tank. Twice.”

Y/N smiled against his skin, the sensation sending a fresh, delicate shiver through Price’s spent body. “Just good genes, I guess,” you replied with a smoother voice, a lighter counterpoint to Price’s rumble. He propped himself up on an elbow, his gaze fond. “My body doesn’t hurt as much. It’s a blessing, really. So let me take care of you.”

The words, so simple and earnest, struck a chord deep in Price’s chest, somewhere beneath the armour and the command. A blessing. He’d called you a ‘lad’, a term of affection that belied your similar age, but in moments like this, your youthful vigour, your resilience, felt like a gift bestowed upon him. A precious, unexpected gift he hardly felt he deserved.

Y/N’s fingers trailed down Price’s abdomen. “You want another round or perhaps something to eat? I could scrounge something up. Maybe some eggs. Toast?”

The domesticity of the question was a lance through Price’s heart, so sharp and sweet it was almost painful. This. This right here. The quiet concern, the offer of sustenance, the feeling of being… pampered. Looked after. It was a foreign country to him, a territory far more dangerous and complex than any warzone he’d ever navigated.

A deep, unsettling dread coiled in his gut, right beside the warmth you had ignited and tended all night. He dreaded the inevitable call from Laswell, the mission brief, the gritty reality of the field. He would miss this. God, he would miss this. 

Miss YOU

The soft sheets, the quiet, the feeling of your bare skin against his with a physical ache that would be a distraction he couldn’t afford.

The warmth began to curdle, twisted by a familiar, insidious voice in the back of his mind. This comfort, this tenderness with another man… It was wrong, wasn’t it? Something to be hidden, a shameful secret and fleeting. 

A lifetime of ingrained expectation, of a certain kind of masculine pride, reared its head. He was a soldier, a leader of men. This… this made him weak. Vulnerable. He felt a coldness seep into his limbs, a spiral beginning to form, pulling him down into a dark place of self-recrimination.

The bed dipped. The smell of fresh, hot coffee cut through the musky air of the room.

Price’s eyes, which had begun to cloud over, focused. You were back, holding a steaming mug. He hadn’t even heard you leave. You set the coffee on the nightstand, its rich, earthy scent an anchor.

Then you lean over him, your bare body for him on display even if his mind tells him to avert his gaze of such a beautiful god like sight. Your warm shadow blocking out the grim thoughts and memories of your times together just moments ago flooded his mind again as blood started to pool south again even when his body protested when he wanted to sit down.

You didn’t ask what was wrong. You didn’t need to. You could read the tension in Price’s jaw, the slight distance in his gaze. You simply cradled Price’s bearded face in your hands, your touch impossibly tender, and bent down.

The kiss was not one of fire and hunger, not like before. It was slow. Lingering. A sensual promise and a quiet absolution all at once. Your lips were rough but swollen and warm, moving against his with a patient certainty that left no room for doubt or shame. It tasted of coffee and care and a love so steadfast it could silence armies, let alone one man’s internal demons.

When you pulled back, your eyes were dark with understanding. “Drink your coffee, John,” you said softly, your thumb stroking the rough line of Price’s jaw. “It’s going to get cold or want me help you with your growing problem” You joked as one hand loosely wrapped itself on the base of Prices growing erection and squeeze slightly, making the man beneath you whine from the overstimulation, not knowing if he wants to buckle in or pull away.

The spiral stopped. The cold receded, burned away by that single, sensual kiss and hand wrapped around him. The dread for the future was still there, but it was muted, overshadowed by the profound mind numbing pleasure.

Price reached up, his large, calloused hand covering yours where it rested on his cheek. He turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm, a silent thank you, a surrender.

He took the mug with one shaky hand as yours started to move at an agonisingly slow speed. The coffee was hot and strong, just how he liked it. And as he took that first sip, you settled back down on the floor like earlier that day, your fingers drawing idle, tingling circles on his thighs, making the muscles contract under your fingertips.

You planted a kiss on his thigh. Your hands found themself on John's hips as he gulped his hot coffee. Slowly the kisses got higher till it reached his pumping heart. It was a reminder that you two were still alive and together. 

Your head rests on his chest as the other’s hand made its way to your hair, playing with some strands while enjoying his coffee in the silence of your bodies. 

For now, the field could wait.

It has to wait.

[6azia]

Shibari Shota Aizawa x m!reader

—summary. somefun after work with a villain never harmed anyone hihi

—content warning. shibari, hero x villain

—word count. 1,66k

—azia‘s notes. Guys eat up

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯-𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱

The night air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement as Eraserhead trudged down the dimly lit alley, his capture weapon coiled loosely around his shoulders. His patrol had been long, uneventful in the way that still left him exhausted—no major villains, just petty criminals and the usual drunks. His body ached, his eyes were dry from overuse of his Quirk, and all he wanted was to collapse into bed.  

But fate, as always, had other plans for him.  

Just as he entered his beloved home, the hair on his neck went up. A familiar presence prickled at the edge of his awareness, and Aizawa didn’t even need to turn his head to know who was lurking in the shadows behind him. The faintest shift of fabric, the quietest exhale; too controlled to be accidental. His fingers tightened around his scarf.  

"Come out," he muttered, voice rough with fatigue. "I don’t have the patience for games tonight."  

A low chuckle echoed against the brick walls before a figure stepped into the dim glow of a flickering streetlight.

Even after all these years, the sight of you sent a sharp pang through Aizawa’s chest. You looked different now.

Older, sharper, with a smirk that carried far more edge than the one he remembered from your school days. But your eyes were the same. 

That was the worst part.  

"Shota," Y/N sighed, as if his name was something sweet on his tongue. "You look exhausted. Long night?"  

Aizawa’s jaw clenched. "V/N," he answered coldly, refusing to acknowledge the familiarity.  

Y/N rolled his eyes, stepping closer. "Still on that? It’s been years. You can’t even say my name once?"  

"I can," Aizawa said flatly. "I choose not to."  

Y/N’s grin widened, undeterred. "You always were and still are stubborn."  

Aizawa didn’t respond. Instead, his capture scarf lashed out in one fluid motion, wrapping around Y/N’s torso with practiced precision. He barely had time to yelp before the fabric tightened, hoisting him off the ground.  

"Wha—hey!" Y/N squirmed as the binds adjusted, coiling around his limbs in intricate loops, securing his arms against his sides and lifting his legs until they were nearly upside down, suspended in midair like a fly caught in a spider’s web. The position was embarrassingly restrictive—one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched slightly, his back arched just enough to make Aizawa's breath hitch at the sliver of skin that was exposed.  

Aizawa tilted his head, observing his handiwork with detached satisfaction.  

Y/N twisted, testing the binds, but the more he moved, the more the scarf seemed to tighten in response. His face flushed, part frustration, part something else. "Really, Shota?" he huffed, voice strained from the awkward angle. "Shibari? I didn’t take you for the kinky type. And then with an open door? Man-"  

Aizawa’s expression didn’t change, but his fingers twitched slightly around the scarf. "It’s efficient." He knew Y/N didn’t mean it that way but the long day of work made him really irritated by their game.

Y/N barked out a laugh. "Efficient? Or are you just showing off?" He wriggled again, the movement causing the scarf to shift against sensitive skin, and he bit his lip. "You know, if you wanted me tied up, you could’ve just asked politely."  

Aizawa’s eye twitched. "Shut up."  

"Make me," Y/N challenged, his grin turning downright sinful despite his predicament.  

For a moment, Aizawa just stared at him, suspended in his scarf, flushed and breathless, still so damn infuriating. And then, before he could stop himself, he closed the distance between them, grabbed the front of Y/N’s shirt, and crushed their lips together in a searing kiss.  

Y/N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body tensing in the binds. The angle was awkward, his head tilted back from the way he hung, but Aizawa didn’t care. The kiss was rough, desperate, years of frustration and longing poured into it with a sliver of guilt that will be forgotten, just for this moment.  

When he finally pulled away, Y/N’s breath came in short, uneven gasps. His lips were red, their eyes wide.  

Aizawa exhaled sharply, his own pulse hammering in his ears. "Come back," he muttered, voice low and raw.  

Y/N’s expression flickered, something vulnerable breaking through their usual mask of amusement. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by a tired smile.  

They stayed silent.  

Aizawa’s grip on their shirt tightened before he forced himself to let go. He stepped back, releasing the scarf just enough to let Y/N drop unceremoniously onto his feet.  

"Get out of here," he said, turning away before Y/N could see the hurt in his eyes. "Before I change my mind."  

“Shota, please just this once. You want it, I want it so what is stopping us?” Y/N murmured while stepping back till his hand found the door, and closing it behind himself. “No one has to know-“ 

“What if they will?” Aizawa went more into his apartment, not caring if Y/N was following him or not. “Come on just let me help you relax this once” Purred as he moved Aizawa's scarf aside to plant a light kiss on the tense muscles, making Aizawa sigh.

“Just don’t get overboard. I’ve work tomorrow” Aizawa huffed and took his scarf off. Slowly but surely he took one layer after another off, holding Y/N in a trance as his back muscles flexed with every move. 

“Let me take the lead,” Y/N said over Aizawa's shoulder as his arms snaked around the other's waist and down to the hem of his pants. 

Some bandages started to float as they took hold of one of the Ravenette's arm, making him look suspiciously back at his former friend. “Trust me I’m gonna make you feel good” He purred and guided Aizawa's other arm back and bound it alongside the other.

He led Aizawa to his bed and made the other man kneel down. Looking down he could make a gradually forming tent on Aizawa's pants. “Getting excited, are we?” The rest of the capture weapon made its way and snaked itself around the kneeling man’s legs and neck, brushing lightly against his bulge while binding him more tightly, making him groan out and buckle his hips up to chase the slight spark of pleasure.  

“You look so beautiful from this position” Y/N’s hand started to grip Stota's neck, adding some pressure on the other's Adam's apple, feeling the pulse under his thumb quicken. His leg positioned itself between Shota's leg, taunting the other man with the occasional nudge, never quite enough just so he keeps anticipating something more. 

Suddenly Aizawa's body shifted up. He yelped as his face reddened more by the second as he came face-to-face with the perpetrator “Y/N, stop playing around” Shota said as he tried to wiggle out again, making the skin under the capture weapon irritated by his hopeless struggle. 

Not long after his underwear got wiggled off, letting him hang in the air exposed. His legs tried to push themself more together. He was so concentrated on that task, that he forgot that the other male was still there, till he felt a kiss on his strained thigh, making it tense under the pair of soft lips.

“Cat got your tongue or why are you so quiet suddenly?” Y/N joked as his hands started to roam Shota's muscular body, stopping at his round ass, spreading them to get a good at the puckered hole. Letting a slight blow out, Aizawa arched his back in the binds and shuddered as his hole winked at Y/N.

Under his breath, he commented cute as his face drove into the defenseless hero. 

First, he liked a stripe, wanting to test the waters. Shortly after Stota tried to move more back to deepen the feeling. So Y/N starts circling the entrance with more pressure, till the tip of his tongue breaches it without much resistance. 

While doing that one of his hands is roaming the other man's lower back while the other is keeping him still while he drove more in, pulling delicious sounds from the other. His tongue twisted around till Shota's body completely tensed up and his breath quickened. 

The rough hand that was on the other's back slowly made itself to the front, feeling all the slick already weeping from the hero's dick. With only some pumps Aizawa let a whimper out and he was finally able to move his legs more. On first instinct, his legs closed around the Villain's head, as his tongue started to assault his g-spot. “Y-Y/N pleeasee-” he breathed out. 

Y/N pulled slightly off "Imagine your friends see you like this, begging for a villain” he mocked but then drove back in, pistolling his tongue in and out, aiming every time for that one spot that naked Aizawa's back arched and his eyes hazy with the look he so liked. 

Just as Shota was about to scold his friend to let go of him, his peak was reached and pearly cum started to dribble down Y/N’s hand and his hole felt even more tight. With one last trust, Y/N pulled off and went off the bed, to admire his handy work. 

Shota Aizawa hanging and spend was a sight to behold. Onyx eyes tried to focus on the other but failed miserably as they closed moments after and the man laid limp in his own weapon.

“Seems like you didn't lie about being tired. Huh” Y/N talked more to himself than to the now passed out man. Realizing how long he has been there, he let go of Shota and put a blanket over him, disappearing as if nothing ever happened like always. 

While getting excited for the next time they can go at it all the way.

[6azia]

Sounding Obito Uchiha x m!reader

—summary. They arrived at the inn but there’s only one room and too much time. Y/N for sure wouldn’t mind if Tobi messes with some more Or Obito and (Y/N) have a fun night while being alone

—content warning. Sounding, somewhat dubcon

—word count. ~ 2,55k

—azia's notes. Guys please tell me if I forgot to add a warning and if y’all continued read just a warning k?

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯-𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔱

The two of you, Tobi and (Y/N), sat in a small inn along the outskirts of a quiet village, far from the chaos of your current mission. The night air was cool, and the soft glow from the single lantern hanging in the room cast shadows on the wooden walls. You were tired after a long day of travelling, but Tobi, as always, seemed to have boundless energy. You could feel his gaze on you, even from behind that ridiculous mask.

“Tobi is a good boy!” he chirped, bouncing onto the bed next to you, completely disregarding your need for personal space. His voice was loud and high-pitched, instantly shattering any hopes of peace for the evening.

You groaned, leaning back against the headboard. “Tobi, can you give me a break? We’ve been running around all day, and I just want to rest for a bit.”

But, of course, Tobi wasn’t having it. He scooted closer, practically glued to your side, and leaned in until his masked face was inches from yours. “But (Y/N)-senpai, Tobi wants to make sure you’re having fun! Isn’t it better to relax with some company?”

You blinked, immediately suspicious of his behaviour. Sure, Tobi was always weird, but lately, his antics have been… different. He seemed to invade your personal space more than usual, always finding excuses to be close. And the mask — the way he always gave you little peeks from behind it, almost as if he was trying to see your reaction.

He leaned closer again, and though you couldn’t see his face through the mask, you could feel his eyes on you. “Wanna see Tobi’s face? Just a little peek, (Y/N)-senpai?” he teased, his voice light and playful.

You swore you saw him shift the mask slightly, giving you just the tiniest glimpse of his face beneath. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it either. It was like some sort of strange game for him — always pulling you in close, always teasing with that mask of his.

You narrowed your eyes, uncomfortable but also curious. “Tobi, what is it with you and that mask? You’re always showing me little peeks. It’s… weird.”

Tobi tilted his head, giving a mock gasp of surprise. “Weird? Senpai, why would you say that? Tobi just likes being close to you!” He leaned even closer, and you could feel his breath through the small opening in the mask. “Tobi thinks you’re special.”

There it was again — that bizarre, almost too-close interaction. And every time, it sent your mind racing with questions. Was Tobi… flirting with you? Or was it just another one of his insane jokes? You couldn’t tell. He was always so unpredictable.

“Okay, okay, seriously.” You shifted uncomfortably, pushing him away slightly. “You’re acting really… I don’t know, kind of gay? You’re always leaning in close, giving me little peeks. It’s weird.”

Tobi let out a playful laugh, completely unfazed by your comment. “Gay? Silly (Y/N)-senpai! Tobi just wants you to have fun! Isn’t that what friends do?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Tobi, with his unpredictable nature, was impossible to figure out. Every move he made, every strange comment, left you wondering if he was messing with you or if there was something more going on in that chaotic brain of his.

But then, as if to prove your point, he suddenly leaned in again and pressed his mask softly against your cheek, as close to a kiss as he could manage with that thing on. It lasted only a second before he pulled away, giggling like a child who had just played the most harmless prank.

Your face heated, and you glared at him. “What the hell was that?”

“Tobi is just being affectionate!” he said in a sing-song voice. “It’s how friends show they care, right? Right, (Y/N)-senpai?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Maybe it was just Tobi being Tobi, or maybe… you didn’t even want to think about it. “Whatever, just… go to bed.”

Tobi laughed again but finally backed off, hopping into the other side of the bed with a carefree hum. “Good night, (Y/N)-senpai!” he chirped, as if nothing unusual had happened at all.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket over yourself, trying not to dwell too much on how close Tobi had gotten. Just as you were about to drift to the sweet promise of rest, you felt Tobi‘s presence getting closer to you. Nearly caging you between the wall and him. 

You tried to ignore the closeness and drifted off. 

It was well past midnight when you finally stirred, groggy and half-asleep, only to feel an unexpected warmth pressed against your back. For a moment, you thought it was a dream—until you realised, very quickly, that it was anything but…

Tobi.

Your eyes shot open as the weight of his arm draped lazily across your waist, registered. The soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing was right behind your ear, way too close for comfort. His bare face, mask discarded somewhere in the room, was resting lightly against the back of your neck. He was hugging you or more like spooning  you, really.

“Seriously?” you muttered under your breath, the irritation building as you fully woke up.

You shifted slightly, trying to break free from his hold without waking him up, but his grip only tightened in response. His breath hit your skin again, warmer than it had any right to be at this hour.

“Tobi…” you hissed, trying to wriggle out of the awkward position. “What the hell are you doing?”

But there was no answer. Of course there wasn’t. He was fast asleep, and judging by the way his body was pressed so intimately against yours, he didn’t have a care in the world. 

A leg of his was positioned between your legs, you realised after trying to wiggle out again and the leg pressed more up, making you grind on it involuntarily. A strange tightness formed in the pit of your stomach.

How had you even ended up in this situation? Sharing a double bed with Tobi of all people. There was only one room left at the inn, and it came with one bed—one damn bed—and of course, he had convinced you that it’d be “fine” and that “Tobi is a good boy!” It was ridiculous, and now here you were, trapped in his ridiculous, clingy embrace.

You sighed, more out of frustration than anything else. His hold on you was surprisingly firm for someone who looked like a child in an adult’s body. His arm wrapped securely around your midsection, keeping you pulled against him like he was some over-affectionate pet. His hair—without the mask in the way—brushed against your neck, tickling you enough to make your skin crawl.

You grumbled under your breath, feeling a mix of annoyance and confusion. Why was he always like this? He invaded your space, poked and teased, and now—he was hugging you like you were some sort of stuffed toy.

“Is this guy serious…?” you muttered to yourself, trying to gently pry his arm off you without waking him.

But, as if sensing your attempt to escape, Tobi shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible and burying his face even deeper against the back of your neck. You could feel his breath tickling your skin, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine.

“This is so gay…” you muttered again, heat rising to your face as you realised how close his lips were to your neck.

Normally, you'd expect this kind of behaviour from him during the day when he was wide awake and playing his usual irritating games, but this? Hugging you from behind, face-to-face contact—without his mask? That was a whole new level of weird.

You groaned, shifting more aggressively now, hoping to wake him up in the process. Anything to get out of this awkward position. “Tobi, seriously, get off me.”

But Tobi, even in his sleep, was relentless. His grip tightened slightly as he shifted his body, now pressing even closer, his grown erection prominent in that position, like he was trying to get into your back. It was maddening. 

You could feel your patience thinning with each passing second. The softness of his breathing, the warmth of his body against yours, the fact that he was clinging to you and being apparently turned on by whatever fucked up dream he aparently had, made you feel like some sort of pillow—it was too much.

“Tobi…” you growled, voice low but seething. “Wake up.”

A sleepy mumble escaped his lips as he finally stirred, his body twitching slightly as if he was coming out of a deep dream. "Mmm… Senpai?" he mumbled drowsily, his voice softer and way more deeper than you’d ever heard it, which would have caught you off guard in any normal setting.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, if you ‘senpai me ’ one time.” You growled when he didn't go completely off. 

He finally blinked his eyes open, still half-asleep, and you felt him register what was happening. Slowly, as if the reality of his position hit him, he let go and shifted back, pulling away just enough to give you some breathing room. But his voice still carried that playful, oblivious tone as he chuckled softly.

“Aww, (Y/N)-senpai... Tobi just wanted to stay warm,” he mumbled, not even fully awake yet.

You turned over to face him, which quickly failed with Tobis hand securing your position to not see his face. You resorted to glaring in the dim light of the room.

 "Stay warm somewhere else," you grumbled, rubbing your face in exasperation. "You're practically suffocating me."

You rolled your eyes, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, as far away from him as you could humanely get. “Just... stay on your side, Tobi. And if you hug me again, I’m throwing you out the window.”

Tobi had a big smile on his lips and suddenly felt energised. “You sure you don't want some help with that problem from your beloved one and only Tobi?”He whispered behind your ear and grazed your neck slightly. Your reaction made him regret not activating his kamui. 

You had flipped him over on the bed and straddled his hips and pinning his hands besides his black locks. That was the first time you saw his face, his pale complexion had you stare at his half scarred face. And his eyes, they were hypnotising you with their depth. They held so much admiration, that it slightly even creeped you out and at the same time appreciated in a twisted sense.

You just stayed like that for a minute, then you felt something grabbing your waist. With a panicked look down you only got a mischiefly grin as an answer.

A dark woody cold thing grabbed and tightened around your waist, going under your shirt.

“Tobi, just be normal for once” you snared slightly, too occupied to notice that Obito had something in his mind all that time and that he wasn’t even really listening right now. His sole focus was on how the moon was illuminating you in such a beautiful hue and how your eyes looked ethereal from that position.

He moved his arms to knock you out of balance and clashing on his half scarred lips. Obito enjoyed the moment, the wood wrapped around you tightens when you tried to pull up from the surprisingly soft kiss.

One branch snaked itself around one peck, letting Tobi feel your ragged heartbeat through the branch. 

“Let me fucking go” You hissed against scared lip. Contradictory to your words your hips rutted back on the others bulge, getting a drawn out sigh of your name with a shudder from Tobi.

After one last push from you, you pulled yourself up with all the strength you could muster and clamped your hand on Obitos lower face. “Don’t even think about mentioning this to the others or you will end up dead” you threatened with a slightly trembling voice. Then his hand went from circling your thigh to your forming erection. 

Your hips involuntarily pushed forward to meet with Obito’s lazy strokes as the vines started to travel under your undergarments, making you gasp as it grips your dick firmly. You leaned back, quivering but yearning more.

“Just lean back” Obito’s smooth voice could be heard but your mind was too occupied by the vine circling your tripping tip, making you spasm.

At first it was uncomfortable. The vine trying to wiggle in made you want to break out of the hold but Obito’s arms holding you there, didn't leave you any room to argue as tears pathetically were about to fall out at any given moment.

However after the small rod finally breached the ring, you felt invigorating for a small moment like it’s meant to be there inside of you.

Just soon after your world came crashing down with the gentle pressure he added. The unfamiliar but somewhat familiar feeling lets you relax into Obitos lap more and huff a bit for not feeling the imagined pleasure that was promised indirectly to you.

Just as you were about to protest a gasp was heared and you came undone. The resistance felt like a firework in your core as one of the vines nudges your prostate in a new way, you didn’t know was possible. Precum was lazyly dribbling from the stuffed hole and with one final push the pressure got too much. 

You pushed your pants down, letting the white substance dribble into Obitos torso.

Black was already foaming on the edges of your vision and you began to lean down on Obito but just as sleep took you, you mustered out the rarely quiet voice of Tobi. “You look so beautiful like this” he reached out. 

Obito had a tired but amused smile, stretching slightly before settling back onto his side of the bed however not really completely going to his side with you in his arms. “Sleep well...” 

His face bare for once, looked almost innocent, even if his actions were far from it.

Obito’s laugh was soft, and somehow, even without the mask, he still managed to annoy your half asleep self. "Tobi will try to be gentler next time, senpai!"

You sighed, closing your eyes again, doing your best to ignore the lingering heat from where his body had been pressed against yours just moments ago. You just had to make it through the night. Only one night...

But deep down you hoped for another…

Maybe even more than just another

[6azia]

Guyyyssss the countdown. I can’t wait for all the juicy stories, only 3 more days hihi love yallllll

[6azia]

Guys I finished more than half of the Kinktober post already hehehehheheh

I can’t wait to post them and I’ve a questions for y’all

Should I start doing furry art

Yes

No

I don’t care u are weird loll

Voting ended onSep 7, 2025

I don’t really know what to do with my life

[okanloll]

Moonlight… Chapters:

⁜ 𝙾𝙲-𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. (𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍.)

⁜ Moonlight - Prequel.

⁜ Moonlight - Chapter 1.

⁜ Moonlight - Chapter 2.

⁜ currently being written…

[6azia]

Guys check this out.

There isn’t enough Madara x m!Reader and thxxx @okanloll for this fic <333

[the-bar-sinister]

So, the other day, when I was discussing AO3's policy on solicitation, a tumblr user came at me saying that AO3's "no monetization/solicitation" rules were "bullshit" because nexus mods allows fan created mods to get paid.

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Look at me right now.

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[instantnoodledevourer]

Showers

I really like showers

I’m sitting on the ground

and the edges of the tiles leave marks on my skin

I don’t care

I hear the constant buzzing and sizzling

as the water rushes out from the shower head in my hands

I get to decide where the water hits my body

I get to decide which part of me gets to feel warm

I am in control

My brain is working endlessly

but the noise of the water is louder than my thoughts are

I escape

I really like showers

[6azia]

idk what I can say but relate

[6azia]

Mel x fem!reader | ethereal paintings

—summary. just some winding down after working all day and then being a muse for Mel is quite exhaustin

—content warning. smut

—word count. 2,7k

—azia‘s notes. i miss the citrus scale bcs this is kind a lime and lemon hybrid and guys bear with me that's the first lesbian fanfic i ever wrote

The grand halls of Piltover’s Academia were always quiet at this hour, the golden light of dusk filtering through stained-glass windows, painting the marble floors in hues of amber and violet. Mel moved through them with practiced grace, her heels clicking softly against the stone, her mind adrift in thoughts she rarely allowed herself to indulge in her personal melody.  

Y/N.

The name echoed in her thoughts like a whispered secret. A loyal friend, a steadfast presence amidst the politically agitated and delicate situation for Piltover’s elite. Y/N was different—earnest where others were calculating, genuine where others wore masks. And yet, it was more than that. Not only did her personality attract, but also her look.

Every time seeing each other made Mel grave those plush lips. Every time Y/N smiled made her nearly snap or when she got close to Viktor while they thought no one was looking, she just wanted to take her with her and show her what real beauty and admiration looks like.   

Mel’s fingers traced the edge of a gilded railing as she paused by a window, watching the city below. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. Emotions were distractions, attachments were vulnerabilities. And yet…  

A warmth crept into her cheeks, unbidden. The memory of Y/N’s laughter, the way her eyes lit up when discussing some new invention, the quiet moments when they’d sit together in the library, shoulders brushing—each recollection sent a flutter through her chest just thinking how happy Y/N looked every time Mel wanted to know about her new inventions.  

This is foolish.

She exhaled sharply, straightening her posture. But the thought lingered, insistent. What if she visited her now? Y/N was likely in her lab, tinkering with some project or another. The idea of seeing her, of watching her work, of hearing her voice, sent a thrill through Mel.  

Before she could second-guess herself, Mel turned on her heel, her strides purposeful as she made her way toward the research wing. The corridors grew narrower here, lined with humming hextech devices and the faint scent of oil and ozone. Her pulse quickened as she approached Y/N’s door.  

She hesitated, hand hovering over the handle. What would she even say? ‘I was just passing by?’ or  ‘I wanted to see you?’ Too transparent. Too revealing.  

But the yearning won out.  

With a slow breath, she knocked.  

The door slid open, and there she was

Y/N had her sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled, a smudge of grease on her cheek. Her face brightened slightly upon seeing the familiar shadow behind her.  

“Mel?”  

That smile.

That warm, unguarded smile made Mel’s heart stutter.  

“I… thought I’d check on your progress,” she said smoothly, though her voice was softer than she intended.  

Y/N chuckled, stepping aside to let her in. “Liar. You just missed me.”   

Mel’s lips curved despite herself. Perhaps she wasn’t as subtle as she wished she were.  

And as she stepped into the lab, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the presence of the one person who made her feel something real, she allowed herself, just this once, to savor the feeling.  

Maybe, just maybe, some vulnerabilities were worth keeping.

Mel stepped inside, her sharp eyes taking in every detail—the scattered tools, the scribbled equations on the chalkboard, the faint glow of an unstable energy core pulsing in the corner.  

Y/N wiped her hands on a cloth, grinning. "So, what do you think?"  

Mel arched a brow, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "I think you’ve been busy." She glided further into the room, her fingers trailing along the edge of a workbench, deliberately slow. "Tell me about this new project of yours."  

Y/N’s enthusiasm was immediate, herwords tumbling out in an eager rush. "It’s a refinement of Piltover’s defensive artillery—more precise, less collateral damage. The targeting matrix uses a modified-"  

Mel to be fair wasn’t really listening. 

Instead, she watched the way Y/N’s hands moved as she spoke, the way her eyes sparkled with passion. It was endearing. Adorable, even. And so very… tempting, to see how much Y/N would need to endure to shut her up. 

Mel’s stance changed pretty often during Y/N’s ramble about how they could combine hextech to her project to get an energy source that wouldn’t cause as much harm as others and what not. 

With effortless grace, Mel closed the distance between them, her fingers brushing lightly over Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N stiffened slightly, her words faltering and became quieter.  

"You always get so… animated when you talk about your work," Mel murmured, her voice low, amused. Her hands slid down Y/N arms, slowly in a teasing manner, feeling the tension beneath her sleeves.  

Y/N swallowed. "I—uh. Well. It’s important."  

"Is it?" Mel tilted her head, her lips hovering just beside their ear. “Besides it’s kinda cute but is it more important than this?"  

A shiver ran through Y/N’s body, her breath hitching as Mel’s touch wandered—down her sides, over her waist, teasingly light. Y/N’s face was burning now, her pulse fluttering and a hand came up to stop further action, to compose herself.  

Mel smiled, pleased with the reaction. She let her lips ghost over the curve of her neck, not quite kissing, just enough to make Y/N shudder, giving her enough time to pull away or protest.

Mel let a cool breath out around Y/N’s burning neck, making her shudder and threatening to give a sound out.  

Then, just as suddenly, Mel pulled back, her fingers lingering for one last tantalizing second before she stepped away.  

"Wanna continue?" she asked, her voice a velvet challenge wanting to see how their play would go out.  

Y/N’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked utterly wrecked—flushed, breathless, eyes wide with want so suddenly.  

Mel chuckled, turning toward the door with teasing slowness. "Think about it," she purred. "I’ll be in my chamber. You know where it is right?."  

And with that, she left—leaving Y/N standing there, heart racing, mind spinning, and the distinct understanding that Mel Medarda played games she was only just beginning to learn.  

But oh, what a delicious game it was.

A tempting offer.

 But first she needs to finish her project. Then she will allow herself to cave into her desires.

While handling the unstable blue energy core her thoughts began to wander off to the councilors beautiful frame that was hugging her and teasing her just minutes ago. Y/N’s brows frowned as her imagination went wild, knowing what Mel will do to her.

She tried to finish her project fast but precisely. Putting the blue orb into the energy holder with shaky hands she let out a breath she didn’t even know that she was holding.

“Should I go to her now?” Y/N murmured as she wiped some of the machine oil from her face.

The question hung in the air, unanswered. But her feet were already moving before her mind could protest.  

┈━═☆

Mel’s private chambers were as immaculate as she was—elegant, refined, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. When Y/N entered, she found Mel seated by the window, a sketchbook resting in her lap, her fingers moving with effortless grace over the parchment.  

She looked… breathtaking

Ethereal even

The way the light caught the curve of her neck, the slight furrow of her brow as she focused, the way her lips pursed ever so slightly, her golden ornaments.

Y/N could have watched her forever.  

Then Mel spoke, not even looking up.  

"Something is missing here."  

Y/N blinked. "Huh?"  

Mel finally lifted her gaze, golden eyes locking onto e/c eyes with a smirk. "You."

Y/N’s face burned. "Wh—what?"  

Mel set the sketchbook aside and rose, crossing the room with the predatory grace of a woman who knew exactly the effect she had. "Look. Lay there."  

Before Y/N could process the command, Mel’s hands were on her, guiding her toward the plush lounge by the window, pushing her down with a firmness that left no room for protest but she knew Mel would never hurt her, so her mind and body was at ease.  

And then—  

A kiss.  

Soft, fleeting, but enough to steal Y/N’s breath. Mel pulled back just as quickly, her smirk deepening at the dazed look on Y/N’s face.  

"Better," she murmured, returning to her sketch.  

Y/N lay there, stunned, pulse roaring in her ears. Her lips still tingled from the contact, her skin hyper aware of every brush of Mel’s fingers against the parchment and the sharp gaze locked on her.  

She tried to focus on the ceiling, the art, anything,

but her traitorous mind kept circling back to Mel’s touch, the way she had guided Y/N so easily, the way her lips had felt-  

What else could she do?  

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.  

Mel’s voice cut through her haze. "You’re thinking too loudly."  

Y/N swallowed. "S-sorry."  

Mel chuckled, low and knowing the effect she has on Y/N. "I know how to shut them up."  

And just like that, Y/N was lost all over again.

One second Mel was sitting some feet away, the next she was on top of Y/N. 

Her hand snaked itself just barely under Y/N’s shirt, feeling the hot skin of the other. Y/N’s hand shot up and tangled her fingers around some loose curls from the other and with a small hum she pushed Mel completely down with her, making Mel support herself on her lower arms. 

“A warning would have been nice” Mel breathed against Y/N’s lips. “Now I’ve to punish you” She mumbled and made their lips connect softly. 

Y/N moaned out Mel’s name as she felt the hand finally cupping her chest and finally touching her properly. Mel could feel the erratic heart beat under her fingertips and decided to shuffle one of her legs between the others. 

Not long after, Y/N began to rut her hips against the exposed skin. A whine escaped their kiss every once in a while, not quite satisfied by the light pleasure. 

Just as Y/N wanted to tell Mel to go on, she inhaled sharply and threw her head back as waves of pleasure made her draw a moan out of her throat as Mel's other digit circled Y/N’s bundle of nerves in small sensual circles. 

Mel then pulled completely off and stood up, making Y/N open her eyes confused but before she could protest, she shut her mouth before saying anything admiring Mel’s figure. 

It just looked so perfect and pure. The golden light shining into the room only amplified her ethereal looks. When Mel got back to the bed she had a sinister smile on her face and a small device in her hand. 

“Just be a good girl and stay here. I will get back to drawing” She said as she positioned a vibrator directly on Y/N’s clit. 

Y/N didn't get that much time to catch her breath. Only moments after Mel stood up the vibrator shot waves of pleasure thru Y/N’s spine, making it hard not to squirm on Mel’s bed. 

Just moments after her toes already began to curl and her back arched off the bed and with a high pitched moan everything came crashing down. 

Y/N began becoming drowsy as she slowly drifted to a slumber as her hips continued to spasm. 

Mel looked with surprise down at her not expecting it to happen so fast but at lest Y/N wasn’t moving as much so painting her would be easier.

The soft glow of twilight had long faded into the deep indigo of night, the only light in Mel’s chambers now coming from the flickering candles and the pale moonlight spilling through the window. Y/N lay sprawled across the plush lounge, her breathing slow and even, her body still twitching occasionally with the aftershocks of pleasure.  

Mel watched her with quiet fascination, her golden eyes tracing the curve of Y/N’s parted lips, the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. She hadn’t expected her to succumb to exhaustion so quickly. The thought brought a satisfied smirk to her lips.  

With a graceful motion, Mel rose from her seat and retrieved her sketchbook once more. She settled back into the window nook, charcoal in hand, and began to draw.  

The lines came easily—the slope of Y/N’s shoulder, the way her fingers curled loosely against the cushions, the peaceful expression on her face. Mel found herself lingering on the details, capturing the way the moonlight caught the faint sheen of sweat still on Y/N’s skin, the tousled state of her hair. It was… intimate. More intimate than she usually allowed herself to be.  

When the sketch was finished, Mel set the book aside and stretched, her own body humming with a pleasant tiredness. She crossed the room and carefully lifted Y/N’s limp form, adjusting her so they could both fit comfortably on the lounge. Y/N made a soft, incoherent noise, instinctively curling into Mel’s warmth as she settled beside her.  

Mel wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Y/N sighed, nuzzling into the crook of Mel’s neck, her breath warm against her skin.  

This is dangerous, Mel thought idly.  

But for once, she didn’t care.  

┈━═☆

Morning came gently, the first rays of sunlight painting the room in soft gold. Mel woke to the feeling of Y/N clinging to her like a vine, her face buried in Mel’s chest, her arms wrapped tightly around her waist.  

“Mmm… no,” Y/N mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Don’t wanna move.”  

Mel chuckled, running her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “I didn’t say anything.”  

“You thought it,” Y/N accused, her words slurred. “I felt you judging me.”  

Mel’s laughter was low, warm. “And what exactly am I judging?”  

Y/N finally lifted her head, blinking blearily up at her. “My life choices.”  

“Which ones?”  

“All of them.”  

Mel smirked. “Regrets?”  

Y/N’s face flushed, but she didn’t look away. “Not a single one.”  

The sincerity in her voice made something in Mel’s chest tighten. She studied Y/N’s face—the sleep-softened edges of her expression, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. It would be so easy to let this become something more. To stop pretending this was just a game.  

Just friendship

Before she could overthink it, Mel reached for her sketchbook and handed it to Y/N.  

Y/N took it, confused, until she saw the drawing. Her breath hitched.  

It was her—sleeping, serene, beautiful in a way she’d never seen herself before. The lines were tender, almost reverent, every stroke capturing not just her form but something deeper, something raw and unfiltered.  

“Mel,” Y/N whispered, her voice trembling.  

Mel watched her, her own pulse betraying her calm exterior. “Do you like it?”  

Y/N’s face was burning now, her fingers tracing the edges of the paper. “It’s… it’s me.”  

“Yes,” Mel said simply.  

“But—you made me look—”  

“Even more beautiful?” Mel supplied.  

Y/N swallowed hard, nodding.  

Mel leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear. “That’s because you are.”  

Y/N shivered, her grip tightening on the sketchbook. “You’re going to be the death of me.”  

Mel pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, her expression unreadable. “Or,” she said slowly, “I could just be yours.”  

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning.  

Y/N’s breath caught. “Are you…are you saying-”  

Mel kissed her, slow and deep, her fingers tangling in Y/N’s hair. When she pulled away, her smirk was back, but there was something softer in it now. “Figure it out.”  

Y/N groaned, dropping her forehead against Mel’s shoulder. “You’re impossible.”  

Mel hummed, pleased. “And yet, here you are. And you love me for it”  

Here she was.  

And for the first time, Mel found herself hoping she’d stay without a care of the world.

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Le Lebanese Monty hehehehehe

Should I do like a l lesbian month if yea what fandom

BNHA

Naruto

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Voting ended onJun 6, 2025

[6azia]

THAT BAKUGOU HATE SEX??? YEAH THAT’S MY JAM sorry i was talking about how strawberry jam is my favorite type of jam, what about u?

NGL I despise the consistency of jam but it taste so delicious. I usually make homemade strawberry jam w/ my step mom.

And yesss I’ve started to write I’m rn in day two and nearly finished it sooo eat up I guess..