#non-explicit

[melsmountain]

14/52 changed into something you're not

[lemonidae]

Vassalord (血咒圣痕) by Nanae Chrono

7 VOLUMES, 1 OVA, 4 DRAMA CDs

Vassalord (ヴァッサロード) is a josei manga series written and illustrated by Nanae Chrono. It was serialized in Comic Blade Avarus from 2006 until its conclusion on 2013. The individual chapters were collected and published in 7 bound volumes by Mag Garden.

Tagged: Non-explicit, Action, Comedy, Drama, Mystery, Sci-fi, Shoujo, Supernatural, Tragedy, Bickering Love, Cyborg, Demons, Master-Servant Relationship, Priest, Vampire Hunters, Vampires

PLOT

Vampires Charles J. Chrishunds (Charley) and Johnny Rayflo have a strange relationship. Charley is a cyborg and a vampire hunter for the Vatican, while his master Rayflo enjoys a playboy lifestyle. While fighting crimes involving vampires, Charley struggles to control his lust for blood and for Rayflo, while Rayflo delights in seducing his servant and attempts to deal with issues from his own past. Rayflo cares about Charley (also known as Cherry and Chris), and these feelings don't seem to be one-sided.

OVA

An original video animation was adapted by Production I.G from the first "Kakurinomiya no Heliogabalus" chapter of the manga. Directed by Kazuto Nakazawa, with Nariyuki Takahashi and Chieko Miyakawa as character designers and Yukio Nagasaki as sound director, the OVA was released on March 15, 2013 with the seventh volume of the manga.

Vassalord

Vampires Charles J. Chrishunds (Charley) and Johnny Rayflo have a strange relationship. Charley is a cyborg and a vampire hunter for the Vat

Nchr0n0

[awkwardosthe3rd]

What if I want to draw fanart of your aasimar character? 🥺 What are some refs and preferred outfits you like them wearing???

Oh gosh, that would be so very flattering! ;; Given they are closeted trans masc, I always do rather appreciate seeing them in masc or androgynous leaning outfits, if you feel like working with that! However he currently still tends to wear a lot of dresses. He generally loves imitating the styles of taller broader masc folk, so while his fiance gets him fitted custom clothes, I'd like to imagine he sometimes likes to oversize them in hopes he'll somehow still grow into them. (don't tell him growth sprouts of that scale don't really happen at 24) All in all, do not mind giving artistic liberty with his design testing some different styles, or toying with visuals, man plays dress-up all day as is.

(last sketch by @rema-rin which I am still rather fond of)

[masoena]

New Fic! 100 Rubber Duckies

A short little gen one-shot about Sam and Dean stumbling on a hunt in their adopted hometown of Lebanon Kansas during the annual rubber ducky fundraiser even for seniors coupled with a bit of S15 fix-it. Size: 2,075 words Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Gen Link to fic: AO3

Written for a prompt on the Winchester Gospels Discord server.

Snippet below the line.

To the far side, beyond where the field goal of the football pitch would normally be, was the event mascot. A gigantic inflatable rubber ducky, taxi-cab yellow, orange beak, and two beady black eyes. Sam never really liked it, gave him the heebie-jeebies just like clowns still did, but Dean had him take a picture of him standing in front of it the year prior. At least he didn’t have to go up close to it this year.

The main race was in full swing when ruckus downfield drew everyone’s attention. There was screaming and panic in the people’s voices. Dean noticed how folks of varying ages were running wildly toward where they were, away from danger. When he looked up to see what the reason for their terror was, he realized that the once copacetic and decidedly inanimate gigantor ducky was moving.

[samanddean76]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Established John Winchester/Sam Winchester, Hunt Gone Wrong, John Driving The Hell Out Of The Impala, Dean's Gonna Be Pissed, Sam Winchester Has a Plan, John Winchester Not Being an Asshole, swear to god, There's A Serious Story In Here, Non-Explicit, Very fond memories Summary:

Sam and John were out hunting werewolves, but they quickly found themselves outnumbered and fleeing for their lives. Caught up in a blizzard, Sam comes up with a plan on the fly to save the day. And reap the rewards.

@dadfuckerfest

[the-boundless-dark]

Fun with fantasias (whomever would most likely have fun with fantasias)

[FFXIV Naughty Fic Prompts. This was probably the one I was least prepared for haha. Decided to go Akiraha for this one. Takes place post-Endwalker but does not contain spoilers.]

Akira poked at her scaleless face as she looked into the mirror in her washroom. Fluffy pointed ears stood on the top of her head, not a horn in sight, and a thick bottle-brush tail swished quietly behind her as if it couldn't stay still.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to surprise G'raha with matching features that he would likely be much more familiar with than horns and scales. And it wouldn't be the first time she'd had a body other than the one she was born with. Meeting her own, almost gem-like gaze in the mirror though had her stomach twisting in nervous knots.

She would just have to stay in today until the potion wore off and she was back to normal. She couldn't possibly go out looking like-

She heard the door to her home open and G'raha call out "Akira, are you home?" She wasn't expecting the fur on her tail to fluff out like a puffer fish, and her ears went flat back in alarm. Gods, how do any miqo'te get through the day without embarrassing themselves with these accursed things?

"Don't come in!" she leaned back against the door to keep it shut. "I'm, uh, not decent." Dumb, dumb excuse. As if that was even a concern anymore. They'd seen everything of each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked through the door, and she jumped at the feel of her own tail brushing against her arm as it twitched. Stupid, dumb, hare-brained idea.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine, I'm just..." she struggled to reach for an excuse to get him out of the house until she went back to normal, but though she reached, she found nothing.

"Akira, let me in?" he asked, and she heard the tiny sound of his hand touching the handle. Could all miqo'te hear this well? A glance in the mirror told her her ears were still flat against her skull, and no matter how she tried to rearrange her features there was no hiding the nervousness on her face.

But he wasn't going to leave, so she may as well face the music.

"I um," she opened the door slowly, stepping back and picking at her hands. "I thought it might be...fun to match for a day, so to speak. I know, I know, it was a silly idea but it's only temporary so I should be back to normal in no t-" She was cut off by G'raha taking her hands in his, and she glanced up to see his ruby eyes sparkling with delight.

"I don't think it's a silly idea at all," he pressed his forehead to hers, and she felt the tension ease from her shoulders. "I love you no matter what you look like. But, if I may, I think you look quite lovely like this." She felt her face heat as her tail flicked rapidly.

"W-well, thanks," she stammered, and she stepped out of the washroom, joining him in their sitting room.

~*~

As the evening wore on, the pair could be found on their sofa before the fire, Akira curled contentedly into G'raha's side, ears no longer pressed flat in discomfort but instead flopping, relaxed as she leaned her head on his shoulder. An empty plate, now holding only crumbs, sat abandoned on the tea table between the sofa and the hearth.

Sometimes Akira was still in awe that such peace could even exist. That she could be allowed happiness after so many years of pain and loss. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a dream. But day after day she woke and it was all still here and-

Her ears pricked as she felt her chest vibrating. She wasn't unfamiliar with purring - she delighted in the sound when G'raha made it in their moments alone together - but she wasn't expecting that it would be so... automatic? Her ears flattened to the sides, and she heard a quiet chuckle before G'raha encouraged her to straddle his lap, taking her face in his hands.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed," he brushed his thumb over her cheek.

"Yes, well, you don't do it when we're just sitting here."

"I've also been able to purr my whole life. You've been able to for-" he glances at a nearby chronometer. "A few bells. There's a bit of a difference in practice, love." She pouted, one ear flicking.

"And these damn ears, how do you hide anything you're thinking?"

"With a hood," he joked, running his fingers through her hair and rubbing lightly at the base of one ear.

Her hands were a little late covering her mouth to catch the thoroughly undignified noise she made. His face split in an impish grin as she glared at him.

"You did that on purp-ahh," she cut off, fingers clenching in his tunic as he leaned forward suddenly and mouthed at her neck, just above her pulse, and she discovered without her scales to cover the skin that her neck was exceedingly sensitive. His fingers, still tangled in her hair, brushed over her ear again and a thin whine escaped her despite her best efforts.

"You...are being terribly mean to me," she panted out, face still hot, and he grinned against her throat.

"Oh really?" he sat back and withdrew his hands, leaving her sitting there flushed and breathing hard on his lap. "Then I guess I should stop then." She bared her (much sharper than his own, she was interested to find) fangs at him in frustration.

"I swear to the gods G'raha Tia if you don't get back over here and finish what you started-"

"Well that's not a very nice way to ask for what you want," his eyes sparkled with mischief and she felt the fur on her tail bristling in irritation. Damn him. They sat there for several moments, her tail lashing and him sitting there like he wasn't affected in the slightest.

(But she could see the faint blush growing on his own face, the tip of his tail twitching, and feel the evidence of how interested he really was from her seat on his lap.)

It was a standoff, and she knew exactly who was going to crumble first today. She didn't know why she was so readily turning to putty but she knew she'd never needed him more in her life.

"Please," she leaned fully forward, face pressed into the crook of his neck. "Please don't just leave me like this, Raha." There's a quiet little trill that comes from his throat and she wondered if she'd have been able to hear it in her normal body, or if it would send tingles all down her spine the same way.

"Then we should go somewhere more comfortable," he rumbled into her neck as he pulled her closer, nipping lightly with dull teeth. She nodded absentmindedly, and together they stumbled off the couch and towards their bedroom, bits of clothing pulled away and left behind like breadcrumbs as they went.

[awhitehead17]

100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 71: “No reason.”

A/N:  I wanted to do something different, so this story is an ABO based one. It's non-explicit and is centred around the idea of scenting, if you don't like that sort of thing then don't read. In this Kon is an alpha and Tim is an omega.

Enjoy! :D

Tim grimaces when he gets a whiff of the smell coming from himself. He smells absolutely disgusting. On top of the usual smell of sweat, there’s a strong scent of something like rotten eggs surrounding him. It makes sense considering he’s spent a good two hours traipsing around in Gotham sewers following a potential lead for a current case he’s working on.

Having gotten used to the smell while in the sewers, Tim didn’t realise how bad it actually was until he got home and got a whiff of it. He’s going to need like ten showers to fully remove the smell off of him, he’s probably going to have to ditch his uniform too, there’s very little chance that just washing his suit several times will remove the stench from it.

“Tim? Is that you?” Kon’s voice sounds throughout the apartment and Tim perks up at hearing his boyfriend. In a brief moment the smell is forgotten.

“Yeah it’s me,” Tim replies, Kon must have heard him coming through the window, “I’m done for tonight now. We’re calling it a night before resuming tomorrow.”

“Did the lead not follow through?”

Starting to remove his suit off his body, Tim lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Ha! The lead ended up leading us on a goose chase all around Gotham.” He pulls a face when the smell of rotten eggs hit his nose again.

“That honestly doesn’t surprise me.”

Kon’s voice sounds closer now and Tim looks up to find his boyfriend strolling into the living room and headed for him. Tim sends him a smile and Kon returns it. As Kon gets closer a new scent gets added into the mix of Tim’s sewage smell, he gets a hint of coconut though unfortunately it’s not strong enough to overpower the egg smell.

Tim loves that coconut smell as well, it’s the primary scent of his alpha, one that makes feel safe, comfortable and warm. There’s nothing better that Tim likes than coming home after a long and tiresome patrol to that welcoming scent of his boyfriend. It also helps to settle his omega instincts when he smells it after so long. Sadly that’s not the case right now.

Kon approaches him and once he’s a couple steps away he stops short and sends Tim a disgusted look, his facial features screw up as he wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, Tim, what the hell is that smell? Jesus you stink, and not in a good way either.”

Pausing the removal of his suit, Tim sends Kon an unimpressed look. “Yes thank you Kon, I’m fully aware of that.” An unhappy growl comes from Kon at Tim’s rebuke and Tim rolls his eyes at the behaviour. He's long past the level of trying to please his alpha, he’ll be as snarky and blunt as he wants to be.

Now only dressed in his undershirt and boxers, Tim bundles up his awful smelling clothes and carries them to the laundry room to be delt with later on. Whether that’s to completely ditch his suit or attempt to clean it first remains the question.

Leaving the laundry room Tim heads for the bedroom, ignoring Kon as he goes, although when Tim gets a whiff of coconut his steps slightly falter. Its stronger now than what it was before and Tim’s omega instincts cry out with longing to be engulfed in that scent and nothing else.

Tim grits his teeth and resumes forward determinedly to the bathroom. The sooner he showers, the sooner he can be with Kon and be surrounded by nothing else but their combined scents.

He makes quick work of the shower and once he’s dry he changes into some comfortable clothes before going on a hunt for his boyfriend. Tim quickly finds Kon lounging on their bed once he enters the bedroom, at his arrival Kon looks up from his phone and instantly gets up from the bed.

Before Tim could do anything Kon was upon him, his alpha forces him to turn around and Kon wraps his arms around him so he’s hugging Tim from behind. Tim allows it to happen and leans against Kon’s chest, his own hands come and rest over Kon’s and he laces their fingers together.

Tim hums contentedly and the sound comes out almost like a purr from the bottom of his throat. Normally Tim would be embarrassed after making a sound like that but right then he couldn’t find it in himself to care as he’s enjoying being hugged by Kon too much.

Lips press lightly against his cheek and they start moving down towards his jaw and further down onto his neck. Tim lets out a breath and tilts his head back onto Kon’s shoulder to allow him more access. The kisses soon turn into light bites as they get closer to the junction between his neck and shoulder, right where his omega gland is and right where his scent is the strongest.

The biting stops and Tim feels Kon smile into his skin. “You smell much better now,” he says pointedly. Kon nuzzles against the skin there before moving back up to his jaw where he starts to nuzzle there instead.

It’s then that Tim realizes what Kon is doing. Smiling, Tim turns his head so he could press his lips against Kon’s jaw too. “What are you doing?” He asks knowingly.

“Nothing.” Kon mumbles in response.

Tim breathes in deeply and gets a strong smell of coconut and a fruity scent of mixed berries. Those are Kon’s two main scents and Tim adores them.

“Really?” Tim pulls away enough so he could look at Kon in the eyes. “Because if I didn’t know any better I would say you’re scenting me.”

Kon stays silent and the fact that he didn’t deny it straight away confirms his actions. “Maybe…” his alpha admits eventually.

The omega inside of him preens at the admission. Tim smirks playfully at him. “And why are you scenting me?”

Kon blinks, clearly trying to come up with an answer. Usually Kon only scents him when one of their cycles come around or when he’s feeling rather possessive of Tim out of jealously for whatever reason. Of course Tim knows the real reason why he’s doing it now, he just wants Kon to admit it.

“No reason.”

“Sure…” Tim snickers, “and you couldn’t wait a couple minutes longer until we were in bed together? So this has nothing to do with me being covered in a disgusting rotten egg smell and surrounded by my alpha brothers?”

Kon once again ducks his head and presses his lips against his neck. “Nope. Not all.” Tim snorts and shakes his head but before he could comment further Kon’s head shoots back up and his boyfriend sends him a frown. “The point you’re trying to make is stupid. Of course I don’t like you being covered in other scents, sewers included, obviously I’m going to want you smelling like me when you come back.”

“That’s true I suppose.”

Kon now looks at him pointedly. “Anyway you can’t say shit! You love my scent just as much as I love yours.”

Tim feels himself blush at the call out. The annoying thing about it is how he can’t even deny it either. What was the first thing he wanted to do after getting out of the shower, it was in fact to be covered in Kon’s scent.

When Tim doesn’t say anything Kon laughs and gives him a squeeze. He presses a kiss to his cheek, muttering a “thought so” into his skin. Tim huffs and rolls his eyes but there’s a small smile on his face. In all honesty, they’re as bad as each other. Tim is just as glad to get rid of that sewage smell as Kon is.

At that point Tim untangles himself from Kon’s hold and steps towards the bed, he glances back at his alpha making a “come on” gesture with his hand. “Let’s go to bed. I’m done with today and can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow morning.”

Kon laughs and follows Tim to the bed, but not before turning the bedroom lights off. They climb underneath the covers and Tim immediately shuffles over to press himself against Kon’s side. Kon wraps an arm around his back and holds him close. They stay in that position as they unwind from the days event’s and as they slowly drift off to sleep, both of them able to relax with the comforts of each other’s scents surrounding them.

[sitp-recs]

hello hello! i was wondering if you have any soulmate fic recs? i like both fluffy and angsty fics, but preferably non-explicit! <33

Hi there! I don’t read this trope very often but here are a few soulmate/bonding recs. I wasn’t sure if M works are okay for you so I’ve included them - please check the tags for more details :)

Timer by JulietsEmoPhase (2015, T, 2k)

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” Of course, Harry had to miss the moment his clock ran out.

Everything a Word Can Mean by @rockmarina (2019, T, 2.3k)

In a world where magical people are born with the nickname their soulmate will call them by tattooed on their skin... what does it mean that the word on Harry's chest is the thing he hates to be called the most?

Time to Think, Time to Doubt, Time to Know by FleetofShippyShips (2019, T, 3k)

Harry asks Draco for a rare potion ingredient but Draco isn't sure what it's for until he steps into Harry's quarters and sees his brewing station, sees the ingredients, the waiting goblet, then he knows.

Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (2012, M, 6k)

Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.

Beacon by @amelior8or, @andithiel, gameofdrarrymod, Kristinabird (2019, T, 7.4k)

Every year around Valentine's day Professor Potter is flooded with questions from love struck young girls about soulmates and soulmate bond lore, and every year, he gets through it as quickly as he can so he can return to his lessons. This year, however, his life is turned upside down when he encounters a mysterious object that lands him in St. Mungos, under the care of Draco Malfoy.

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic (2020, M, 11k)

So they're bonded. That's ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm.

With You, Always by @acupforslytherin (2020, M, 14k)

All his life, Harry repeatedly hears one same calming tune in his dreams. No one seems to recognize the mysterious song, until one day, Harry catches Malfoy humming it when he thinks he's alone.

Timeshare by astolat (2016, M, 14k)

“It’s not for long,” Hermione said. “By the time we get back to Hogwarts, the Unfettering Brew will be ready.”

Vortex by @xanthippe74 (2020, T, 20k)

Ten years after that conversation, the idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018, M, 20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

Kiss Me Not by @dorthyanndrarry (2017, T, 21k)

Sometimes a witch or wizards magical signature is so completely incompatible with another that they repel one another like magnets. On the other hand, if two magical signatures mesh well together, well there are no stronger relationships in all the world.

Feathers, Fire & Fate by agentmoppet (2020, T, 26k)

Harry Potter ignites the Veela’s Curse and gets an unwitting Draco Malfoy bonded to him as his executioner… and soulmate. They’ll need to break it quickly, before it takes over, but Potter isn’t the only one running out of time.

Highly (in)Compatible by daisymondays (2018, T, 37k)

Draco’s been shagging The Prat Who Lived on and off for a few months when his soul mark starts to change. Draco’s had to accept a lot of adjustments to his life, but accepting that Harry Potter could be his soulmate is one step too far. It can’t be true? Can it?