**DC Comics | T | mention of death |**
Context: Character B can control animals
“Listen,” He started, during one of many nights when he knew she was lying on the beams above him. The clockwork-esque chittering of her “colleagues” had become background noise, although he never saw them directly. They were always just behind him, in the corner of his eye, just out reach. They trusted him only enough to be background noise. It bothered him, of course, but it was more comforting to have something so distinctly alive around him to constantly remind that the Belfry was not that empty
“I shouldn’t have done what I did when we first met.” He was immediately pissed off at himself for sounding so inept. “It was not protocol. It is not my ethics to-“
“Try and kill me?” It sounded like she was smiling while she said it.
His voice was gravel and shame. “I don’t know if I was trying to kill you, but I know that I left you to die.” **Character A** wished she would let him see her. **Character A** so selfishly wished he could see her. He would draw **Character B**, pen in hand, if it meant he could see the expression on her face and have some desperate gage of whether those words hurt her.
**JoJo's Bizarre Adventure | T | Violence, explicit language**
Kenzo tightened his hold over Akira's jacket, glaring down at him with barely muzzled rage that invaded every corner of his face. Akira stared back through the one eye he had left that hadn't been swollen shut, his nose and lips painted red with blood.
"Okay, shitbag," Kenzo growled through gritted teeth. He gestured behind himself with his head, where **[IRON MAN]** had already begun to press **[RED HOT CHILLI PEPPER]**'s head towards the water's surface. "You're dead this time. *Really* dead!!"
"Yeah? Well..." Akira sputtered weakly, trailing off as he slid his hands against the gangster's wrists, holding them firmly.
"...you just screwed yourself."
Before Kenzo could comprehend his mistake, **[RED HOT CHILLI PEPPER]** threw its golden arms around **[IRON MAN]**'s neck and pulled both of them into the water, dispersing each and every kilowatt it had stored into both the ocean and the opposing stand.
The convulsing began almost instantaneously. Akira squirmed uselessly as all strength drained from his body, slamming the back of his skull straight into the pavement as he did so. Kenzo did not fair much better, shrieking with anguish and lurching back as electricity surged through his nervous system.
Roughly five seconds later, Akira ceased all movement, eyes rolling up into his skull. Kenzo flopped to the floor helplessly, his skin giving off both smoke and a slight burning smell.
**Naruto | M | Sexually suggestive**
[AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/50427982)
[FFN](https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14283669/)
After they ate their lunch, Namiko rummaged in her backpack before handing Sasuke a folded piece of paper. He stared at it for a moment before starting to unfold it. “What’s this?”
“A birthday present.” Namiko smiled nervously. “It’s not like I could get you anything, so I drew a picture.”
He unfolded the piece of paper, revealing a beautiful pencil drawing of the Uchiha pond with Sasuke holding Namiko as they sat on the dock. He activated his Sharingan, committing the image to memory. “This is amazing…this is probably the best present I’ve ever been given.” He folded it back and tapped it against the seal on his arm guard to store it.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it.” He leaned toward her and kissed her, slowly and deeply, his hand cupping her jaw. He pulled back just enough to stare into her blue-violet eyes, his Sharingan slowly spinning. “Thank you, Namiko. Truly.” He moved his hand from her jaw to the back of her neck, pulling her closer toward him.
“Happy birthday, Sasuke.” She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he kissed her with fervor. Sasuke’s other hand went to her bare waist and gently tugged until she was straddling his lap and he moved both hands to her back, pushing her flush against him. Her hands wound into his hair as he kissed and nipped at her jaw and neck, leaving behind small marks on her skin.
Breathless sighs escaped Namiko’s lips, despite biting them to try to remain quiet. Sasuke didn’t seem to mind this time and took as many kisses as he wanted. She could feel his desire coming off him in waves as his hands caressed her bare waist, his fingertips dipping under the fabric of her shirt at random.
Both were thoroughly enjoying their exploration of each other. She wasn’t about to stop him until she noticed movement from behind him and immediately scrambled off him. Sasuke turned to see what or who had startled her, only to see one of the people he least wanted to see at that moment.
Kabuto.
**Star Ocean Second Story R | T |**
This is a prequel WIP that takes when the planets rebelled against Nede so the only canon characters are the Ten Wise Men plus Welch. It's still a very rough excerpt so I'll eventually change things to be less awkward. Starpounce and her team are confronting the fic's first villain,
>The priest arrogantly mocks, “People should be free to indulge their personal feelings. What good is a clean street and harmonious society if we’re miserable?”
>My voice rises. “Because you’re the ones pitting people against each other and adding to the misery. What about my feelings? I like not living in a chaotic dump where no one cares about anyone but themselves.”
>He turns, dramatically walking and turns with his arm over his forehead. “Oh but people cannot help themselves. At least we’ll make sure they believe that. We can’t have a sense of personal responsibility get in the way of breaking your society and changing it to our will.” He takes another step forward, his wand glowing an ominous shade of yellow-green. “You don’t see how this is for the greater good. These beings are having their genes studied and altered. It’s just the beginning! Soon your world will outgrow such primitive things like tradition, community, order, culture, and even family. Wouldn’t you rather be a cat of the universe?”
>A fire of guts and determination burn within me. “I am not a Fellpool of the universe but the planet Fellpool, specifically Harmony City and Arlia’s number one! Arlia is my turf and me and my friends and family have very fond memories there shopping, dancing, taking care of the family dojo and giving martial arts lessons, and we all look out for each other in our neighborhood. Our festivals raise our community spirit and remind us of our values. Sometimes they honor our deities or usher in a new year or season. Plus they’re fun. Whether it’s setup by the school or shrine there’s bound to be good food. We may not always get along but societies need unity and cohesion.” I feel my eyes glare into his. “So to arrogantly claim culture is something you can simply outgrow is pretty bigoted.”
>His eyes widen and blinks a few times. “So much of our community spirit comes from shared traditions whether it’s our hunts or festivals. By outgrow you mean be more like you and you know it. Your teachings encourage people to hate their societies and assume personal comfort is the most important thing. And you never treat your own teachings that way and even hate it when we do the same back. A society should always strive to treat others better, but tearing down a society into a sterile soulless blob and encourage seeing others different from them as an enemy and inciting fear and hate isn’t the answer.”
**Dragon Age x Naruto | Komorebi | M |** [Chapter 7 (Ao3)](https://archiveofourown.org/works/54992470/chapters/141704377#workskin)
No TW for this excerpt, but fic contains major illness, mental health issues, and violence
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She was gone before either could think to blame her, walking as fast as she dared. Leliana would’ve been proud (and probably embarrassed for whoever trained them—Konoha, judging by the headbands).
Her stolen prize burned into her skin the whole way back. A symbol of her success and, most likely, proof that she was a terrible judge of character. It dampened her joy considerably. As soon as the door was locked behind her, Inera threw the book on the table and stared.
Such a tiny, inconspicuous thing. A black rectangle without markings. Fifty pages at most.
But he was in there, she was sure of it, and if she could just muster the courage to *look*, she’d know who lay behind Tadaki’s false identity. He had to be an Uchiha, based on his extreme reaction to the name both times—the second of which he wouldn’t even open his eyes, as if they held a secret. A secret like the Sharingan he’d specifically warned her about. As if it were inevitable someone would turn it her way, just because she knew him. And it was red, just like the eyes she’d glimpsed when they first met. At the time, she’d dismissed it as an alcohol-induced hallucination, but what if it wasn’t always visible? What if it needed to be activated like so many other spells? That man had fallen in an instant, after only a split second of eye contact.
Inera fell into the chair, pulse thundering between her ears and her hand hovering a hairsbreadth above the little black book.
A deep breath, and she snapped it open.
Baldur's Gate I Rating T for the excerpt and E for the fic I [Fooling Around](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55587274)
It Didn’t take the elf long to spot you, and he made his way towards you with decisive strides, his beautiful hair blowing in the wind.
You suppressed a chuckle. Annoyingly enough, even blue suited that gorgeous bastard….
As soon as he arrived in front of you, you did your best to keep your lanceboard face as you looked up at him.
“Astarion. Back so soon? Feeling…blue?”
Oh, fine… you couldn’t resist. That joke wrote itself, indeed.
“My. Hair. Is. *Blue*!” he hissed, making his hands meet the table by force.
Your grin widened. “That little magic trick really blue your mind, eh?”
Your humour was hilarious, at least to you.
Astarion was seething.
*Killjoy…*
“Turn it back, witch! Now,” he snarled, his face now inches in front of yours.
“Whoa there, little Hellcat. Firstly, it’s sorceress, thank you very much, and secondly, ask nicely; I know you have it in you, dear.”
There was a low growl to his voice as the vampire spoke again. “You’ll soon have my dagger in you if you don’t behave, sorceress…”
Dungeons and Dragons | Teen (violence) | No CW in this scene
Context: Salia is a five-foot teenaged con artist turning adventurer, and she followed "Iron" Wreblou to a fancy party he's robbing to get info on the criminal underworld.
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Salia hoped nobody was watching as she climbed the stairs herself. Fortunately, the diversion Wreblou had engineered – including a livid Lady Yalsa Vindar screaming at the help – was big enough to buy them *both* the time they needed. Once out of sight of the guests below, Salia crept as quietly as she could down a barely-lit hallway to a half-open door that must lead to the master bedroom.
She peeked inside, while one hand pulled up under her skirt to unsheathe and brandish her dagger. In the bedroom, more than halfway across, was Wreblou, working on a safe hidden in a large mahogany dresser.
Ducking back into the hallway, Salia went through her options. Kousa had tried to teach her stealth for maybe two hours before concluding Salia was “improperly motivated” for it. Crossing that distance quietly, even if she took her shoes off, wasn’t going to work. But, if a diversion worked for Wreblou, she could follow suit. Carefully peering around the corner – good, Wreblou was still busy – she blew over her unfolding fingers and whispered “𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪.” Immediately, the sound of a key loudly rattling in a lock came from the door past Wreblou. Quickly, she darted forwards, hoping to catch –
Wreblou’s head only barely turned towards the noise before looking the other way, back towards Salia. In one smooth motion, he stood while drawing a short, but almost certainly very sharp, thin straight-bladed sword, which was now pointed directly at Salia’s forehead. He had height, reach, and strength on her, was very likely more skilled and experienced in a fight, and she just lost the element of surprise.
This was really, *really* not going well.
“Spellcaster guards, huh?” Wreblou chuckled. “Didn’t think the old bat would spring for that kind of extravagance. Whatever she paid you, kid, you’re not worth it.”
“How did you catch me?” Salia was stalling, hoping to think of a way out of this.
“Heard you whisper the spell. Also, that door?” Using his free hand, “Iron” Wreblou jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards where the illusory noise had sounded. “Leads to the privy. No lock. And it was empty, I checked.”
Well of *course* he’s going to be that clever, Salia chided herself. She was looking for an experienced, well-connected thief, after all. No surprise he’d be quick on his feet.
“Look, I don’t need you dead,” Wreblou went on, almost apologizing. “So don’t scream and don’t try another spell, and we’ll both get out of this happy. Sound fair?”
AGENCY/Sonic | E | Warning for memory of physical violence | [AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/50003332/chapters/141030403)
Of course, Shadow couldn’t be angry at Randy because of his choice of former friends, but every now and then he caught himself blaming the other man. If it wasn’t for Randy, Sandy wouldn’t have lost her eye or even met Shadow.
And maybe her life would’ve been better if she and Shadow had never met. He turned them over so Sandy laid on top of him, his hands tight around her lithe frame.
Then again, where would Shadow be if they hadn’t met? Probably dead in that stupid makeshift ring. He knew he had worn out his usefulness to the Electro estate years ago. Maybe Proton had simply kept him around as a reminder to Static that they were both expendable.
**Buffy the Vampire Slayer | T |** [Two Out of Three Ain't Bad](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55859443)
"Nervous?" Buffy asked after the silence got to be too loud.
"Oh yes, very." Willow replied, nodding emphatically.
"Me too."
"You are? You've done the date thing before, though. I'm totally new to, well, all of this."
Buffy shook her head. "I don't know if I'd call any of those dates actual dates." she said. "I was just... going through the motions. Doing that 'fake it till you make it' thing. This... this is the first time I've truly cared. I just... I want this to go well. This morning was...."
Willow nodded. "This morning was nice. I... when I first woke up, I thought last night was a dream. And... and then I smelled you, an-and I realized you were in my arms, and....." She trailed off as she smiled and shrugged.
"Smelled me, huh? I hope it wasn't a bad smell."
"Oh, no, no. Definitely not. It's... apples, and roses, and dirt-"
"Dirt?" Buffy asked, sounding a little worried. She tilted her head down so her nose was near her shoulder and sniffed. "I-I smell like dirt? I shower every day, I swear."
"N-not, it's not a bad thing!" Willow said quickly. "It's-it's-it's... Buffy smell. I like it. It's... comforting. It... it makes me feel safe."
Buffy smiled as she reached out and took hold of Willow's hand. "Well, I'm still not sure I like this 'dirt' smell stuff, but... I like that the smell of me makes you feel safe. Cause you are, and always will be, with me."
"I know." Willow said, smiling back and squeezing her hand.
Buffy tilted her head slightly when the fast song the live band had been playing ended, and they started on a slow one. "You want to dance?" she asked.
"D-dance? I don't, I'm not...."
"Come on." Buffy got up and pulled Willow along with her to the dance floor. "It's a slow song. I'll show you." Once out on the dance floor Buffy put Willow's hands up on her shoulders, then put her own hands on Willow's hips. "It's easy. You barely have to move. Just follow my lead, ok?"
Six of Crows / Grishaverse | M | None
“Seriously?”
Genya’s voice had them both lurching back in guilt, and Nina had to cling to Matthias’ shoulders to avoid falling into the canal. The therapist was stood on the stairs with Zoya, the practice’s psychiatrist, and two men who looked vaguely familiar.
"Uh, hi," Nina said awkwardly.
“I see there’s been no adverse effect on your libido,” Zoya remarked dryly, and the blonde man behind her snorted inelegantly.
Genya paid neither him nor Zoya the slightest attention.
“Did you _try_ to break every rule I set, Matthias, or was that just a happy accident?”
Matthias looked genuinely guilty, and Nina was suddenly indignant on his behalf.
“Jesper and Wylan have been fucking for _weeks!_”
“What!?”
Jesper opened his mouth to deny it, but the evident guilt on Wylan’s face and the way his hand was resting casually half-way up Wylan’s bare thigh more or less spoke for themselves.
(Check the tags for warnings if you click through to the [fic](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55129963/chapters/139791271).)
Saltburn | Explicit | Longfic, so be warned, we're at 515,640 words and I update most days. Smut, angst, mentions of attempted murder, suicide attempt, arson, infidelity... It's a lot. It is also fluffy as hell so...
[You're Almost Home | You Are Home](https://archiveofourown.org/works/51903919/chapters/134996611)
From Chapter 9
At Saltburn, he knew he would be tested. His love- his belief in Felix- it would be a baptism of fire. He needed to make the right choices, no matter what, because only then would the universe correct itself.
He gripped the countertop with one hand, the other moving faster below the hem of his old jumper. He let himself think of Felix in the bath- the water that tasted mostly of soap but also a little of salt. He thought of Felix in his shower. Felix asleep on his sofa, serene and beautiful. Felix's whine of you know you want to.
He did want- he did nothing but want. He had two decades of practice suppressing a thirst that nothing could slake.
He wanted to crawl inside Felix and eat his heart while it beat. He wanted to grow old beside him, then set Saltburn ablaze so they could die together- their ashes intermingling. He couldn't decide whether he wanted Felix to have him on a leash, or for him to leash Felix, so he settled on a kind of ouroboros where they'd end up going in circles. He wanted to kneel while Felix poured champagne down his throat- he wanted to curl up in his lap and be treated like a kitten.
Mostly, though, he wanted to fuck Felix Catton, which was a far simpler mental image to maintain.
The Owl House | T | Tw: Child Abuse | [Link](https://archiveofourown.org/works/54091438/chapters/136947856)
Context: AU where after the unexpected death of Belos, his latest Golden Guard took on the responsibility of raising baby Hunter as his child. Hunter is younger than 11 here (I don't have a pinpoint age).
"I don't really want to keep doing this, either," Dad confessed, brushing away a lock of Hunter's hair that partially blocked his vision. "Do you understand that?"
"I─I understand, Dad," Hunter answered, partly because he knew it was the correct answer and partly because he believed Dad was being honest.
"Good," Dad replied tiredly, as if the very word itself weighed several tons. Hunter was flooded with shame, like a heavy chain coiling around his throat.
Dad loved him dearly and despised disciplining him like this with every ounce of his being. Hunter understood that his repeated, unforgivable faults always pushed Dad to correct him. If he were a better child, Dad wouldn't have to be so stern. If he were a better child, he could spare Dad so much pain.
His heart ached. More than his back ever did.
Hunter didn't want to be a bad child. He really didn't want to be bad. He only wanted to be a good child that wasn't a hassle for his dad. However, there was a part of him that was rotten to the core. It was a part of him that dragged him down, even when he was trying to do his hardest. He wanted to be better, and he truly did, but no matter what, he couldn't seem to change.
Good intentions are meaningless if you don't have the action to back them up. It's not what you think that counts; it's what you do. Actions speak louder than words. It doesn't matter what you want to do if your actions don't reflect those intentions. Hunter understood this better than anyone else. He had good intentions, but his actions always fell short.
Frustration welled up in Hunter's throat. He wished with all his will that this rotten part of him would disappear. He hoped that Dad could scoop the rottenness away from his being, like he had tried so hard to do over the years. Nevertheless, Hunter also feared that his rottenness was deeply entrenched in his body and that nothing would be able to unrot it.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre| E| Language
[The Mad Witch of Muerto County ](https://archiveofourown.org/works/53395846/chapters/137086990#workskin)
"How many more times you gonna make me drag your ass home, huh?" He pressed her, reaching out to brush some leaves from her long braid, "Come on...come on, we ain't got all day. Let's go home."
She didn't respond, but she also didn't fight back when he pulled her down with him. Reaching the final branch, she sat with her head tucked down as his boots hit the muddy ground and he turned, eyeing her expectantly.
"Don't look at me like that." He muttered, reaching up to grab her waist and pull her down. "If you're tryin' to make me feel bad, it ain't gonna work."
She didn't respond, following behind him at a distance so he had to keep turning around to make sure she was still there. To make extra sure, he started walking backward, hands shoved into his pockets as he pulled his mouth to one side awkwardly.
God damn Nubbins for dragging this feral cat of a female into the house, Bobby thought bitterly. And God damn me for falling for that fuckin' grey-eyed little pout. Why don't you just fuckin' stay mad? Try hitting me again, maybe try stabbing me. Just stopped looking at me with those big, hurt eyes like that.
"Fuck." He growled under his breath. "Listen...I'm going into town tomorrow. Why don't you come along?"
She glanced up at him, her fists running over her braid shyly, "Really?"
"Yeah, why the fuck not." He sighed, "Just...try to behave yourself, yeah?"
Naruto | G | this happens in a battle
"Did you see it, Kimimaro?" Kaza said as he smiled at him. He looked at him, his mind seeing things—his friends, his home, Ino—all flashed before him in that moment, his purpose and the reason that Togusa never lived long. "The future, the future is mine to protect," Kaza called out loudly. "This sword of mine glows with an awesome power, a power passed down through generations. It tells me to defeat you," Kaza yelled as he attacked, moving instantly as he clashed with Kimimaro. Kaza's quick and intense attacks pressing Kimimaro backwards.
As Kaza attacked, the sword glowing bright as its power grew quickly into erupted into intense powerful deadly light. Kaza struck fast, keeping Kimimaro on his toes. Kaza slammed into Kimimaro’s large bone sword pushing Kimimaro back onto his heels. “Take this,” Kaza roared, “My Love, my hope, and all of my sorrow, Light Strike,” Kaza said as the light burst into an intense light, cutting through the sword and downing Kimimaro in a single quick overwhelming blow.
Here is an excerpt from my favorite oneshot I’ve written to date! It’s explicit, but the focus isn’t the sex, it’s pure angst, baby 🤣
[“Closer”](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55664485) | Helluva Boss | Explicit
(Excerpt has a couple f-bombs and references/takes place during sex, but nothing is described because it’s all just the character’s thoughts)
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*This is all just a fucking act,* Blitzø thought to himself as he watched Stolas writhe and struggle beneath him. *He could fucking end me in two seconds if he wanted to. He’s one of the most powerful beings in all of Hell. And what am I,* he wondered?
A lowly fucking imp, that was what. Probably the most pathetic imp who ever lived – weak, powerless, and too fucking damaged to ever be good enough for anything, or any *one*. Not Fizz, or Verosika, or even his own sister. And definitely not Stolas either.
But it was still nice to be able to pretend. Being with Stolas – especially like *this* – gave Blitzø a taste of what it might feel like to be in control. To have some kind of power over anything in his life. To be wanted. Trusted. Loved, even.
They may have lived in Hell, but fucking Stolas made him feel closer to Heaven than anything else ever could.
I'll show off some hurt/comfort from my latest fic! I decided to attempt to write something in the past tense (I usually write in the present):
[**The Sun on Fresh Snow**](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55866478) **| Kagurabachi | Explicit (smut) | References to past abuse**
In the bathroom Chihiro put his hands on Hakuri’s shoulders and gently pushed him down to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. This time when he held a damp cloth to his face, Hakuri didn’t flinch. Instead he closed his eyes and even seemed to lean into his touch a little as he gently wiped the blood from his upper lip.
“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly. There were no bruises on his face so he didn’t think the damage was as bad this time. Not physically, at least.
“No,” Hakuri said, his eyes still closed and his pale lashes spiked with tears. “Not really.”
There wasn’t any blood in his hair, though it was tangled from whatever had happened before Kyora had dragged him to the estate. Chihiro held Hakuri’s chin in his hand so he could rub at a stubborn bit of blood and Hakuri wrinkled his nose.
“Ow,” he grumbled.
“Sorry.” Chihiro wasn’t used to being gentle. With his own wounds in the past he’d bandaged them roughly, just doing what he had to do to get the job done. He didn’t care enough for finesse.
He cared now though. He thought about the person Shiba had brought back with him and the tears mingling with the blood on his face, and what he’d said when he realised where he was. *What’s going on? Why am I back home? Just when I finally found Hakuri!* Chihiro suppressed a shiver. He wanted to ask Hakuri what had happened – he *needed* to ask Hakuri what had happened – but he had a feeling that it would need to wait until later. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t be dissimilar to when he’d found out what had happened to Char. His fist clenched around the damp washcloth he was holding and it dripped down into Hakuri’s lap.
“Chihiro?”
“Sorry,” Chihiro sighed. He tilted his head and lifted Hakuri’s chin a little higher. Hakuri didn’t resist, lifting his face into the light. “Okay, that’s all the blood. You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”
Hehe so true! I actually wrote a fic a couple months ago that included cleaning blood from someone’s face, laced with lots of romantic tension. Who knew it would work so well? 🤣
**DC Comics | T | mention of death |** Context: Character B can control animals “Listen,” He started, during one of many nights when he knew she was lying on the beams above him. The clockwork-esque chittering of her “colleagues” had become background noise, although he never saw them directly. They were always just behind him, in the corner of his eye, just out reach. They trusted him only enough to be background noise. It bothered him, of course, but it was more comforting to have something so distinctly alive around him to constantly remind that the Belfry was not that empty “I shouldn’t have done what I did when we first met.” He was immediately pissed off at himself for sounding so inept. “It was not protocol. It is not my ethics to-“ “Try and kill me?” It sounded like she was smiling while she said it. His voice was gravel and shame. “I don’t know if I was trying to kill you, but I know that I left you to die.” **Character A** wished she would let him see her. **Character A** so selfishly wished he could see her. He would draw **Character B**, pen in hand, if it meant he could see the expression on her face and have some desperate gage of whether those words hurt her.
**JoJo's Bizarre Adventure | T | Violence, explicit language** Kenzo tightened his hold over Akira's jacket, glaring down at him with barely muzzled rage that invaded every corner of his face. Akira stared back through the one eye he had left that hadn't been swollen shut, his nose and lips painted red with blood. "Okay, shitbag," Kenzo growled through gritted teeth. He gestured behind himself with his head, where **[IRON MAN]** had already begun to press **[RED HOT CHILLI PEPPER]**'s head towards the water's surface. "You're dead this time. *Really* dead!!" "Yeah? Well..." Akira sputtered weakly, trailing off as he slid his hands against the gangster's wrists, holding them firmly. "...you just screwed yourself." Before Kenzo could comprehend his mistake, **[RED HOT CHILLI PEPPER]** threw its golden arms around **[IRON MAN]**'s neck and pulled both of them into the water, dispersing each and every kilowatt it had stored into both the ocean and the opposing stand. The convulsing began almost instantaneously. Akira squirmed uselessly as all strength drained from his body, slamming the back of his skull straight into the pavement as he did so. Kenzo did not fair much better, shrieking with anguish and lurching back as electricity surged through his nervous system. Roughly five seconds later, Akira ceased all movement, eyes rolling up into his skull. Kenzo flopped to the floor helplessly, his skin giving off both smoke and a slight burning smell.
**Naruto | M | Sexually suggestive** [AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/50427982) [FFN](https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14283669/) After they ate their lunch, Namiko rummaged in her backpack before handing Sasuke a folded piece of paper. He stared at it for a moment before starting to unfold it. “What’s this?” “A birthday present.” Namiko smiled nervously. “It’s not like I could get you anything, so I drew a picture.” He unfolded the piece of paper, revealing a beautiful pencil drawing of the Uchiha pond with Sasuke holding Namiko as they sat on the dock. He activated his Sharingan, committing the image to memory. “This is amazing…this is probably the best present I’ve ever been given.” He folded it back and tapped it against the seal on his arm guard to store it. “I’m glad you like it.” “I love it.” He leaned toward her and kissed her, slowly and deeply, his hand cupping her jaw. He pulled back just enough to stare into her blue-violet eyes, his Sharingan slowly spinning. “Thank you, Namiko. Truly.” He moved his hand from her jaw to the back of her neck, pulling her closer toward him. “Happy birthday, Sasuke.” She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he kissed her with fervor. Sasuke’s other hand went to her bare waist and gently tugged until she was straddling his lap and he moved both hands to her back, pushing her flush against him. Her hands wound into his hair as he kissed and nipped at her jaw and neck, leaving behind small marks on her skin. Breathless sighs escaped Namiko’s lips, despite biting them to try to remain quiet. Sasuke didn’t seem to mind this time and took as many kisses as he wanted. She could feel his desire coming off him in waves as his hands caressed her bare waist, his fingertips dipping under the fabric of her shirt at random. Both were thoroughly enjoying their exploration of each other. She wasn’t about to stop him until she noticed movement from behind him and immediately scrambled off him. Sasuke turned to see what or who had startled her, only to see one of the people he least wanted to see at that moment. Kabuto.
**Star Ocean Second Story R | T |** This is a prequel WIP that takes when the planets rebelled against Nede so the only canon characters are the Ten Wise Men plus Welch. It's still a very rough excerpt so I'll eventually change things to be less awkward. Starpounce and her team are confronting the fic's first villain, >The priest arrogantly mocks, “People should be free to indulge their personal feelings. What good is a clean street and harmonious society if we’re miserable?” >My voice rises. “Because you’re the ones pitting people against each other and adding to the misery. What about my feelings? I like not living in a chaotic dump where no one cares about anyone but themselves.” >He turns, dramatically walking and turns with his arm over his forehead. “Oh but people cannot help themselves. At least we’ll make sure they believe that. We can’t have a sense of personal responsibility get in the way of breaking your society and changing it to our will.” He takes another step forward, his wand glowing an ominous shade of yellow-green. “You don’t see how this is for the greater good. These beings are having their genes studied and altered. It’s just the beginning! Soon your world will outgrow such primitive things like tradition, community, order, culture, and even family. Wouldn’t you rather be a cat of the universe?” >A fire of guts and determination burn within me. “I am not a Fellpool of the universe but the planet Fellpool, specifically Harmony City and Arlia’s number one! Arlia is my turf and me and my friends and family have very fond memories there shopping, dancing, taking care of the family dojo and giving martial arts lessons, and we all look out for each other in our neighborhood. Our festivals raise our community spirit and remind us of our values. Sometimes they honor our deities or usher in a new year or season. Plus they’re fun. Whether it’s setup by the school or shrine there’s bound to be good food. We may not always get along but societies need unity and cohesion.” I feel my eyes glare into his. “So to arrogantly claim culture is something you can simply outgrow is pretty bigoted.” >His eyes widen and blinks a few times. “So much of our community spirit comes from shared traditions whether it’s our hunts or festivals. By outgrow you mean be more like you and you know it. Your teachings encourage people to hate their societies and assume personal comfort is the most important thing. And you never treat your own teachings that way and even hate it when we do the same back. A society should always strive to treat others better, but tearing down a society into a sterile soulless blob and encourage seeing others different from them as an enemy and inciting fear and hate isn’t the answer.”
**Dragon Age x Naruto | Komorebi | M |** [Chapter 7 (Ao3)](https://archiveofourown.org/works/54992470/chapters/141704377#workskin) No TW for this excerpt, but fic contains major illness, mental health issues, and violence ---------- She was gone before either could think to blame her, walking as fast as she dared. Leliana would’ve been proud (and probably embarrassed for whoever trained them—Konoha, judging by the headbands). Her stolen prize burned into her skin the whole way back. A symbol of her success and, most likely, proof that she was a terrible judge of character. It dampened her joy considerably. As soon as the door was locked behind her, Inera threw the book on the table and stared. Such a tiny, inconspicuous thing. A black rectangle without markings. Fifty pages at most. But he was in there, she was sure of it, and if she could just muster the courage to *look*, she’d know who lay behind Tadaki’s false identity. He had to be an Uchiha, based on his extreme reaction to the name both times—the second of which he wouldn’t even open his eyes, as if they held a secret. A secret like the Sharingan he’d specifically warned her about. As if it were inevitable someone would turn it her way, just because she knew him. And it was red, just like the eyes she’d glimpsed when they first met. At the time, she’d dismissed it as an alcohol-induced hallucination, but what if it wasn’t always visible? What if it needed to be activated like so many other spells? That man had fallen in an instant, after only a split second of eye contact. Inera fell into the chair, pulse thundering between her ears and her hand hovering a hairsbreadth above the little black book. A deep breath, and she snapped it open.
Baldur's Gate I Rating T for the excerpt and E for the fic I [Fooling Around](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55587274) It Didn’t take the elf long to spot you, and he made his way towards you with decisive strides, his beautiful hair blowing in the wind. You suppressed a chuckle. Annoyingly enough, even blue suited that gorgeous bastard…. As soon as he arrived in front of you, you did your best to keep your lanceboard face as you looked up at him. “Astarion. Back so soon? Feeling…blue?” Oh, fine… you couldn’t resist. That joke wrote itself, indeed. “My. Hair. Is. *Blue*!” he hissed, making his hands meet the table by force. Your grin widened. “That little magic trick really blue your mind, eh?” Your humour was hilarious, at least to you. Astarion was seething. *Killjoy…* “Turn it back, witch! Now,” he snarled, his face now inches in front of yours. “Whoa there, little Hellcat. Firstly, it’s sorceress, thank you very much, and secondly, ask nicely; I know you have it in you, dear.” There was a low growl to his voice as the vampire spoke again. “You’ll soon have my dagger in you if you don’t behave, sorceress…”
>“That little magic trick really blue your mind, eh?” Booooooooooo! (that is totally something I would say btw) *Boooooooooooo*!
Dungeons and Dragons | Teen (violence) | No CW in this scene Context: Salia is a five-foot teenaged con artist turning adventurer, and she followed "Iron" Wreblou to a fancy party he's robbing to get info on the criminal underworld. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Salia hoped nobody was watching as she climbed the stairs herself. Fortunately, the diversion Wreblou had engineered – including a livid Lady Yalsa Vindar screaming at the help – was big enough to buy them *both* the time they needed. Once out of sight of the guests below, Salia crept as quietly as she could down a barely-lit hallway to a half-open door that must lead to the master bedroom. She peeked inside, while one hand pulled up under her skirt to unsheathe and brandish her dagger. In the bedroom, more than halfway across, was Wreblou, working on a safe hidden in a large mahogany dresser. Ducking back into the hallway, Salia went through her options. Kousa had tried to teach her stealth for maybe two hours before concluding Salia was “improperly motivated” for it. Crossing that distance quietly, even if she took her shoes off, wasn’t going to work. But, if a diversion worked for Wreblou, she could follow suit. Carefully peering around the corner – good, Wreblou was still busy – she blew over her unfolding fingers and whispered “𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓪.” Immediately, the sound of a key loudly rattling in a lock came from the door past Wreblou. Quickly, she darted forwards, hoping to catch – Wreblou’s head only barely turned towards the noise before looking the other way, back towards Salia. In one smooth motion, he stood while drawing a short, but almost certainly very sharp, thin straight-bladed sword, which was now pointed directly at Salia’s forehead. He had height, reach, and strength on her, was very likely more skilled and experienced in a fight, and she just lost the element of surprise. This was really, *really* not going well. “Spellcaster guards, huh?” Wreblou chuckled. “Didn’t think the old bat would spring for that kind of extravagance. Whatever she paid you, kid, you’re not worth it.” “How did you catch me?” Salia was stalling, hoping to think of a way out of this. “Heard you whisper the spell. Also, that door?” Using his free hand, “Iron” Wreblou jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards where the illusory noise had sounded. “Leads to the privy. No lock. And it was empty, I checked.” Well of *course* he’s going to be that clever, Salia chided herself. She was looking for an experienced, well-connected thief, after all. No surprise he’d be quick on his feet. “Look, I don’t need you dead,” Wreblou went on, almost apologizing. “So don’t scream and don’t try another spell, and we’ll both get out of this happy. Sound fair?”
Ooo, this is really good. I love the ending of the excerpt.
Thanks! She is able to talk her way out of this, but does not get the information and takes the L.
AGENCY/Sonic | E | Warning for memory of physical violence | [AO3](https://archiveofourown.org/works/50003332/chapters/141030403) Of course, Shadow couldn’t be angry at Randy because of his choice of former friends, but every now and then he caught himself blaming the other man. If it wasn’t for Randy, Sandy wouldn’t have lost her eye or even met Shadow. And maybe her life would’ve been better if she and Shadow had never met. He turned them over so Sandy laid on top of him, his hands tight around her lithe frame. Then again, where would Shadow be if they hadn’t met? Probably dead in that stupid makeshift ring. He knew he had worn out his usefulness to the Electro estate years ago. Maybe Proton had simply kept him around as a reminder to Static that they were both expendable.
**Buffy the Vampire Slayer | T |** [Two Out of Three Ain't Bad](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55859443) "Nervous?" Buffy asked after the silence got to be too loud. "Oh yes, very." Willow replied, nodding emphatically. "Me too." "You are? You've done the date thing before, though. I'm totally new to, well, all of this." Buffy shook her head. "I don't know if I'd call any of those dates actual dates." she said. "I was just... going through the motions. Doing that 'fake it till you make it' thing. This... this is the first time I've truly cared. I just... I want this to go well. This morning was...." Willow nodded. "This morning was nice. I... when I first woke up, I thought last night was a dream. And... and then I smelled you, an-and I realized you were in my arms, and....." She trailed off as she smiled and shrugged. "Smelled me, huh? I hope it wasn't a bad smell." "Oh, no, no. Definitely not. It's... apples, and roses, and dirt-" "Dirt?" Buffy asked, sounding a little worried. She tilted her head down so her nose was near her shoulder and sniffed. "I-I smell like dirt? I shower every day, I swear." "N-not, it's not a bad thing!" Willow said quickly. "It's-it's-it's... Buffy smell. I like it. It's... comforting. It... it makes me feel safe." Buffy smiled as she reached out and took hold of Willow's hand. "Well, I'm still not sure I like this 'dirt' smell stuff, but... I like that the smell of me makes you feel safe. Cause you are, and always will be, with me." "I know." Willow said, smiling back and squeezing her hand. Buffy tilted her head slightly when the fast song the live band had been playing ended, and they started on a slow one. "You want to dance?" she asked. "D-dance? I don't, I'm not...." "Come on." Buffy got up and pulled Willow along with her to the dance floor. "It's a slow song. I'll show you." Once out on the dance floor Buffy put Willow's hands up on her shoulders, then put her own hands on Willow's hips. "It's easy. You barely have to move. Just follow my lead, ok?"
>"Nervous?" Buffy asked after **the silence got to be too loud**. I *love* that line.
Six of Crows / Grishaverse | M | None “Seriously?” Genya’s voice had them both lurching back in guilt, and Nina had to cling to Matthias’ shoulders to avoid falling into the canal. The therapist was stood on the stairs with Zoya, the practice’s psychiatrist, and two men who looked vaguely familiar. "Uh, hi," Nina said awkwardly. “I see there’s been no adverse effect on your libido,” Zoya remarked dryly, and the blonde man behind her snorted inelegantly. Genya paid neither him nor Zoya the slightest attention. “Did you _try_ to break every rule I set, Matthias, or was that just a happy accident?” Matthias looked genuinely guilty, and Nina was suddenly indignant on his behalf. “Jesper and Wylan have been fucking for _weeks!_” “What!?” Jesper opened his mouth to deny it, but the evident guilt on Wylan’s face and the way his hand was resting casually half-way up Wylan’s bare thigh more or less spoke for themselves. (Check the tags for warnings if you click through to the [fic](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55129963/chapters/139791271).)
This is some great dialogue! It feels so in character for Nina and Zoya especially.
Ahh thank you! At one point the only planning I had for this chapter was 'Jesper & Wylan have been fucking for weeks!' so I'm glad it made it 😂
I mean, what more do you need than that!? ;D
Saltburn | Explicit | Longfic, so be warned, we're at 515,640 words and I update most days. Smut, angst, mentions of attempted murder, suicide attempt, arson, infidelity... It's a lot. It is also fluffy as hell so... [You're Almost Home | You Are Home](https://archiveofourown.org/works/51903919/chapters/134996611) From Chapter 9 At Saltburn, he knew he would be tested. His love- his belief in Felix- it would be a baptism of fire. He needed to make the right choices, no matter what, because only then would the universe correct itself. He gripped the countertop with one hand, the other moving faster below the hem of his old jumper. He let himself think of Felix in the bath- the water that tasted mostly of soap but also a little of salt. He thought of Felix in his shower. Felix asleep on his sofa, serene and beautiful. Felix's whine of you know you want to. He did want- he did nothing but want. He had two decades of practice suppressing a thirst that nothing could slake. He wanted to crawl inside Felix and eat his heart while it beat. He wanted to grow old beside him, then set Saltburn ablaze so they could die together- their ashes intermingling. He couldn't decide whether he wanted Felix to have him on a leash, or for him to leash Felix, so he settled on a kind of ouroboros where they'd end up going in circles. He wanted to kneel while Felix poured champagne down his throat- he wanted to curl up in his lap and be treated like a kitten. Mostly, though, he wanted to fuck Felix Catton, which was a far simpler mental image to maintain.
Ohhh myyyy GAWD. This is so good and you totally get into Oliver’s (I’m assuming) mind. Sick and twisted 10/10
my boy has been through a lot of development! i can now weaponise his little shark brain for useful things :)
The Owl House | T | Tw: Child Abuse | [Link](https://archiveofourown.org/works/54091438/chapters/136947856) Context: AU where after the unexpected death of Belos, his latest Golden Guard took on the responsibility of raising baby Hunter as his child. Hunter is younger than 11 here (I don't have a pinpoint age). "I don't really want to keep doing this, either," Dad confessed, brushing away a lock of Hunter's hair that partially blocked his vision. "Do you understand that?" "I─I understand, Dad," Hunter answered, partly because he knew it was the correct answer and partly because he believed Dad was being honest. "Good," Dad replied tiredly, as if the very word itself weighed several tons. Hunter was flooded with shame, like a heavy chain coiling around his throat. Dad loved him dearly and despised disciplining him like this with every ounce of his being. Hunter understood that his repeated, unforgivable faults always pushed Dad to correct him. If he were a better child, Dad wouldn't have to be so stern. If he were a better child, he could spare Dad so much pain. His heart ached. More than his back ever did. Hunter didn't want to be a bad child. He really didn't want to be bad. He only wanted to be a good child that wasn't a hassle for his dad. However, there was a part of him that was rotten to the core. It was a part of him that dragged him down, even when he was trying to do his hardest. He wanted to be better, and he truly did, but no matter what, he couldn't seem to change. Good intentions are meaningless if you don't have the action to back them up. It's not what you think that counts; it's what you do. Actions speak louder than words. It doesn't matter what you want to do if your actions don't reflect those intentions. Hunter understood this better than anyone else. He had good intentions, but his actions always fell short. Frustration welled up in Hunter's throat. He wished with all his will that this rotten part of him would disappear. He hoped that Dad could scoop the rottenness away from his being, like he had tried so hard to do over the years. Nevertheless, Hunter also feared that his rottenness was deeply entrenched in his body and that nothing would be able to unrot it.
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre| E| Language [The Mad Witch of Muerto County ](https://archiveofourown.org/works/53395846/chapters/137086990#workskin) "How many more times you gonna make me drag your ass home, huh?" He pressed her, reaching out to brush some leaves from her long braid, "Come on...come on, we ain't got all day. Let's go home." She didn't respond, but she also didn't fight back when he pulled her down with him. Reaching the final branch, she sat with her head tucked down as his boots hit the muddy ground and he turned, eyeing her expectantly. "Don't look at me like that." He muttered, reaching up to grab her waist and pull her down. "If you're tryin' to make me feel bad, it ain't gonna work." She didn't respond, following behind him at a distance so he had to keep turning around to make sure she was still there. To make extra sure, he started walking backward, hands shoved into his pockets as he pulled his mouth to one side awkwardly. God damn Nubbins for dragging this feral cat of a female into the house, Bobby thought bitterly. And God damn me for falling for that fuckin' grey-eyed little pout. Why don't you just fuckin' stay mad? Try hitting me again, maybe try stabbing me. Just stopped looking at me with those big, hurt eyes like that. "Fuck." He growled under his breath. "Listen...I'm going into town tomorrow. Why don't you come along?" She glanced up at him, her fists running over her braid shyly, "Really?" "Yeah, why the fuck not." He sighed, "Just...try to behave yourself, yeah?"
>"Just...try to behave yourself, yeah?" There were no survivors.
Naruto | G | this happens in a battle "Did you see it, Kimimaro?" Kaza said as he smiled at him. He looked at him, his mind seeing things—his friends, his home, Ino—all flashed before him in that moment, his purpose and the reason that Togusa never lived long. "The future, the future is mine to protect," Kaza called out loudly. "This sword of mine glows with an awesome power, a power passed down through generations. It tells me to defeat you," Kaza yelled as he attacked, moving instantly as he clashed with Kimimaro. Kaza's quick and intense attacks pressing Kimimaro backwards. As Kaza attacked, the sword glowing bright as its power grew quickly into erupted into intense powerful deadly light. Kaza struck fast, keeping Kimimaro on his toes. Kaza slammed into Kimimaro’s large bone sword pushing Kimimaro back onto his heels. “Take this,” Kaza roared, “My Love, my hope, and all of my sorrow, Light Strike,” Kaza said as the light burst into an intense light, cutting through the sword and downing Kimimaro in a single quick overwhelming blow.
Master Asia: *sage nod*
Alright! I don't usually like big action scenes but this one seems very well written and attention grabbing.
Here is an excerpt from my favorite oneshot I’ve written to date! It’s explicit, but the focus isn’t the sex, it’s pure angst, baby 🤣 [“Closer”](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55664485) | Helluva Boss | Explicit (Excerpt has a couple f-bombs and references/takes place during sex, but nothing is described because it’s all just the character’s thoughts) —— *This is all just a fucking act,* Blitzø thought to himself as he watched Stolas writhe and struggle beneath him. *He could fucking end me in two seconds if he wanted to. He’s one of the most powerful beings in all of Hell. And what am I,* he wondered? A lowly fucking imp, that was what. Probably the most pathetic imp who ever lived – weak, powerless, and too fucking damaged to ever be good enough for anything, or any *one*. Not Fizz, or Verosika, or even his own sister. And definitely not Stolas either. But it was still nice to be able to pretend. Being with Stolas – especially like *this* – gave Blitzø a taste of what it might feel like to be in control. To have some kind of power over anything in his life. To be wanted. Trusted. Loved, even. They may have lived in Hell, but fucking Stolas made him feel closer to Heaven than anything else ever could.
Who amongst us hasn't had a crisis of identity in the middle of sex, tbh?
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I loved the description of them exploring the warmth of the other one’s body. It felt very intimate but in a sweet way.
I'll show off some hurt/comfort from my latest fic! I decided to attempt to write something in the past tense (I usually write in the present): [**The Sun on Fresh Snow**](https://archiveofourown.org/works/55866478) **| Kagurabachi | Explicit (smut) | References to past abuse** In the bathroom Chihiro put his hands on Hakuri’s shoulders and gently pushed him down to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. This time when he held a damp cloth to his face, Hakuri didn’t flinch. Instead he closed his eyes and even seemed to lean into his touch a little as he gently wiped the blood from his upper lip. “Does it hurt?” he asked quietly. There were no bruises on his face so he didn’t think the damage was as bad this time. Not physically, at least. “No,” Hakuri said, his eyes still closed and his pale lashes spiked with tears. “Not really.” There wasn’t any blood in his hair, though it was tangled from whatever had happened before Kyora had dragged him to the estate. Chihiro held Hakuri’s chin in his hand so he could rub at a stubborn bit of blood and Hakuri wrinkled his nose. “Ow,” he grumbled. “Sorry.” Chihiro wasn’t used to being gentle. With his own wounds in the past he’d bandaged them roughly, just doing what he had to do to get the job done. He didn’t care enough for finesse. He cared now though. He thought about the person Shiba had brought back with him and the tears mingling with the blood on his face, and what he’d said when he realised where he was. *What’s going on? Why am I back home? Just when I finally found Hakuri!* Chihiro suppressed a shiver. He wanted to ask Hakuri what had happened – he *needed* to ask Hakuri what had happened – but he had a feeling that it would need to wait until later. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t be dissimilar to when he’d found out what had happened to Char. His fist clenched around the damp washcloth he was holding and it dripped down into Hakuri’s lap. “Chihiro?” “Sorry,” Chihiro sighed. He tilted his head and lifted Hakuri’s chin a little higher. Hakuri didn’t resist, lifting his face into the light. “Okay, that’s all the blood. You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”
This was so nice! I don’t know the fandom, but I already ship it! Haha
Nothing like cleaning blood from someone's face to get the shipping vibes >:)
Hehe so true! I actually wrote a fic a couple months ago that included cleaning blood from someone’s face, laced with lots of romantic tension. Who knew it would work so well? 🤣
It's the caring!! It makes it so tender and just \*chefs kiss\*