#‘it may contain sensitive or abusive content’

[betterthanbatman1]

the way he stands im crying

Look at him all slutty with his hand on his hip 😭

[kurishiri]

ikémen villains content warning list .ᐟ

this is a work-in-progress compilation of complete content warnings per route (because ikévil tends to underwarn a bit maybe to avoid spoilers) that will be updated as we go. please let me know if I missed anything, regardless if it says ‘work in progress’ or not, or pitch in with warnings. ♡ and ↻ are appreciated!

some of the ikévil routes contain sensitive themes that may be triggering. so please remember to take care of yourself while reading 🫶

GENERAL ༉‧₊˚. 🕊️

canon-typical violence, (minor but named) character death, depictions of murder.

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WILLIAM REX ༉‧₊˚. 🍓

near death experience, drug abuse, sexual coercion (not by love interest), corruption, romanticization of death.

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HARRISON GRAY ༉‧₊˚. 🦊

corruption of the police and higher-ups, mentions of human trafficking, coercion to commit crimes, mentions of kidnapping.

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LIAM EVANS ༉‧₊˚. 🐈

attempted suicide, suicide and suicidal ideation, depression, anxiety, implied self-harm, mentions of child abuse (physical and emotional), fire, severe burn wounds, human trafficking, mental breakdowns.

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ELBERT GREETIA ༉‧₊˚. 🍎

objectification both by and against love interest, mentions of sexual assault or rape (not by love interest), domestic abuse, attempted child sexual assault, pedophilia, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalkerish behavior, grooming, non-consensual touching, depicted suicide, self-harm, mental breakdowns, mentions of animal death, kidnapping, mentions of human trafficking.

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ALFONS SYLVATICA ༉‧₊˚. 🪞

description of children’s corpses, symptoms of depression, topics of mortality, attempted suicide, near death experience, self-harm, mental manipulation (?), dub-con: having sexual intercourse while one has “consented” in an intoxicated state or under the influence of a curse, (perceived) non-con, mentions of drug abuse and the effects of drugs, mentions of child abuse or labor, implied animal torture and death.

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ELLIS TWILIGHT ༉‧₊˚. ⛓️ —— warnings provided by @myusuchaa !!

romanticization of murder and death, family murder and death, suppressed emotions, emotional disconnect, people pleasing, attempted kidnapping, negative treatment of disabilities, coercion, child trafficking, gang activity.

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ROGER BAREL ༉‧₊˚. 🍻

a loott of alcohol consumption, drug usage or abuse (recreational drug use), cult activity, near/death experience of a side character, dub-con, self-harm especially in the past.

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JUDE JAZZA ༉‧₊˚. ⌛️ —— w. i. p. ┊ warnings provided by @judesmoonbeauty !!

smoking, torture, mentions of drugs and human trafficking, neglect and child abuse, mentions of a child’s death and the death of a family member.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Permission

Pairing: Dark Rafe Cameron x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: If Rafe doesn’t want you to go somewhere, that’s what you should do. Except you don’t. 

WARNINGS: Toxic Relation; Domestic Violence/Abuse

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“She’s not going.” 

You and Sarah groan at the same time, eyes flicking to the door where Rafe stands. 

“Stop snooping, Rafe! And get out of my room.” Sarah throws a pillow at her brother but he barely pays attention to her, his stare directed at you. 

You cross your arms, annoyed. 

“What?” 

His eyebrows raise at your snappy reaction and he puts his hands on the pockets, his hair messy. 

“I said that you are not going.” he repeats, voice layed with determination.

Giving Sarah a small apologetic smile, you leave her room, not bothering to look at Rafe as you head for his room. Plopping onto his bed, you reach for your phone but as soon as you touch it, Rafe snatches it. 

“Can you stop being so annoying?” you glare at your boyfriend, but he only smirks. 

You curse as Rafe takes the phone away from your reach. 

“Say you’re not going.” he insists. “Say it and I’ll give it back.” 

You throw your hands in the air.

“Why are you being so pushy about it? What’s wrong with going to a party?” 

He squints his eyes at you and you can already guess what’s coming.

“It’s not just some party, is it? It’s a fucking Pogue party, filled with them.” you can almost taste the disgust in Rafe’s words, his lips curling downwards. 

“...and I don’t want you near Sarah’s friends. They’re bad news. Especially that John B guy … and JJ.” 

“Well, that’s not your decision to make, babe.” You push yourself off the bed, but he grabs your arm, swirling you towards the bed. You squeal, falling down and you’re about to yell at him when his hand wraps around your neck. 

Your hand instantly claws at it, the increasing pressure making you feel uncomfortable. Rafe’s lips only curl into a half-smile, dodging your attempts to knee him. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, yeah, baby?” his tone darkens as he looms over you “You’re not going to that stupid party. Understood?” 

You feel the tears burning in your eyes as you frantically nod, a shaken breath escaping your lips when Rafe releases your throat. 

Touching the sensitive skin, you look up at Rafe, an unbothered expression glued to his face as he looks at you. He throws your phone to the bed, winking at you.

“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

"Oh shit.” 

You follow Pope’s eyes and turn around. Your body freezes on the spot, eyes rounding up as you catch the sight of Rafe exiting his truck, his head moving as he looks around, a pissed off look plastered on his face. 

You’re screwed. 

“Isn’t that your boy, Rafe? What the hell is he doing here?” Pope asks and you dive, hiding behind his figure. Rafe was starting to create a ruckus shouting your name, Topper and Kelce with him.

Their presence makes you nervous and you decide it’s time to skip the party before anything more dramatic happens. 

“You know what, I think I’m just gonna head home and-” you yelp as your arm is roughly pulled.

You barely have time to say anything before you’re being dragged away and you wouldn’t even have to look to know that it’s Rafe. 

“Rafe, stop! You’re hurting me!” your pleas don’t stop Rafe, all the bystanders shocked yet no one daring to intervene, moving away from you. 

You trip on your own feet and end up colliding against Rafe’s body. You whine, pleading with him to slow down but your boyfriend seems to have gone mad. 

He pushes you inside his truck without a word and as he walks to the drivers side, you look through the window, catching Sarah and JJ heading your way. You shake your head at them, they’re too far and you doubt that Rafe would enjoy them interfering. 

The truck starts and soon you’re on the road, small sniffles from you filling the space. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

Rafe’s fingers tighten around the wheel, turning white. 

“I told you not to go to the party, didn’t I?” he starts “If you fucking listened to me, then this wouldn’t have happened. You only have yourself to blame.” 

You bury your nails in your bare thigh, despair starting to hit you. Without a second thought, you grab the handle, forgetting about the moving car. 

It doesn’t work, Rafe quickly grabbing your hair, aggressively tugging you back inside. Both of you fight and you scratch his hand, crying out. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” 

The car stops, and you barely have time to process what was going on before your cheek implodes with pain, your face turned to the side with the impact. The bruising grip hurting your scalp as he uses it to recline your face. 

He closes in, his features molding a scowl. 

“I don’t think you fucking understand. I say, you obey. As simple as that.” he tugs on your hair, a reminder of his power over you and a tear slips from your eye. 

“And I swear to god that if you push it one more time, baby, I’m gonna fucking destroy this pretty face of yours.”

[sirenmoth]

Sorry for the rant and probs gonna get hate cuz ik this fandom but i had to say this

-This goes to all fandoms, not just Call of Duty-

You are responsible for the content you consume. Don’t like, Don’t read.

i’ve seen a few posts about this but

if you cannot spell or speak about rape, pedophilia or any dark or sensitive topics then maybe don’t talk about it, because purposely misspelling it proves you are not mature enough to talk about it or handle the topic, this isn’t tik tok you don’t have to sugarcoat anything. Yes i am aware these are sensitive (and horrible) subjects and can be triggering but no one is forcing you to read or talk about it.

Me, and a lot of authors, put the content warnings at the top of the fic because that’s the first thing people will see and it is your responsibility to read those warnings if you wish to read a fic, not ours. This goes with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (DDDNE), a warning or tag used to indicate that a fanwork contains tropes or elements that may be deemed morally reprehensible without explicitly condemning the sensitive aspect. It says what it says on the tin and you still read it, that is on you, not us.

Saying an author is glorifying or promoting a topic and saying they need mental or professional help for writing/reblogging rape or abuse or sexual assault because of their or another authors writings is a stretch, people can and are into some messed up things that to some people can be triggering or disturbing and you can be 100% into something fictionally without wanting to explore it physically.

No one if forcing you to read something you do not like

Same with minors in fandoms, this is a common things and there is nothing you can do about it, yes they shouldn’t be viewing or reading certain things in the fandoms but they’ll still find a way no matter how hard to try and stop them.

Say rape, say kill, no one’s gonna to hate you, if you can’t handle dark topics in a fic, block the author it’s not hard, no one will hate you for doing that and harassing and swinging death threats to a creator because they made something you don’t like is a shitty thing to do, if you don’t want to read a certain trope or topic that’s fine, people have preferences, but trying to start a witch hunt and purity culture campaign over it is not ok. I think sometimes they do it because they want to start hate. Tumblr had a filtering system for blocking tags and yes people find a way to get around that, just block those tags too.

Fandoms are safe spaces for people who like a certain content, yes there are bad people in fandom and areas in a fandom that are filled with disgusting people, but it is a online safe space for people to enjoy the content they like. Fandoms are not for you to try and purify because you can’t be mature enough to block an author for posting content you don’t like.

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

just imagine overstimulating Gepard. your hands are sticky with spit and the cum from his previous releases, but they never stop their mercilessly addicting caress, regardless of the way his cock twitches and jumps at your touch. you know he’s had more than he can handle, but those icy gems of his are glittering with potential tears, and you want so badly to see them breach and fall.

as one fist wraps around his girth nearest the head, the pad of your thumb prods at the sensitive, swollen tip and his slit weeps with release. he can no longer even control himself, spurts of warm, milky spunk frost the plump head of his cock. your other hand works just underneath, massaging his warm balls, as if you intend on working the essence out of him, coaxing orgasm after torturous orgasm.

other than his package being pulled through the gap in his open breeches, he’s still fully clothed— donned in sturdy armor. still, even with all of the extra protection, you could see his shoulders scrunch together, and hear the need in the heavy breaths he took. you can see your own reflection in his shiny breast plate, and it fogs up as you breathe on it, inches from his body, his warmth all around you and shielding you from the furiously chilly wind. “Can’t stop,” he rasps, and your eyes flicker upwards to catch a glimpse of his countenance. his cheeks, of course, have gone rosy, his lip swollen from just how hard he’s bitten it, and his typically clear and stoic eyes have gone glassy, lids drooping. “I… I can’t stop… cumming…”

he sounds almost in awe. he’s stupefied by the sight of you pumping his abused cock, and even more in shock that he was still getting off on it. beads of cum drip from your wrists as you stroke him with reckless abandon, spurred by his pathetic whisper to torture him further.

you beam with delight, a wide smile gracing your lips, and you lean forward to drag them against the coolness of his frostbitten armor. “Keep cumming for me, Gepard.” you beg, and the mewl of excitement in your voice has him rolling his neck against his shoulders and grunting, his hips bucking forward to give you what you want. “I want to milk you until your body refuses another ounce of pleasure.”

those sparkling eyes stare down at you in silent bemusement, biting down harder on his lip to stifle a flustered grunt when you squeeze his base and run that same pressure all the way up his length.

Gepard snorts through his nostrils, his fists clenching at his sides. you knew his instincts were screaming to stop you— his body in desperate need of an escape from all of the euphoria, but he didn’t want to. he was enjoying every second of your ruthlessness, keeping his glazed-over gaze on your devious simper, and praying that he would still have his sanity once you had taken all from him that he could possibly give you.

[tayrott]

caged 𐙚

warnings: this story may contain sensitive and disturbing themes.

♦️ yandere content, abusive behaviour, violence and manipulation.

I wrote this inspired by the writer embfic from ao3.

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You were at an impasse. Locked in your room, with a lion outside wanting to get you. Connor freaked out and didn't want to let you leave the house, which resulted in a big argument.

Before he could try to stop you in the living room, you took advantage of his distraction and ran upstairs, locking yourself in the bedroom.

It all started with an argument about you wanting to go out with your friends. He was notified by message and arrived just as you were putting on your shoes to leave. Damn police station, the entry and exit hours are so flexible.

"Open. The. Door," Connor's muffled voice came from the other side, speaking slowly. He could easily break the handle and come in, but maybe he didn't want to scare you more, more than grabbing your arm and yelling at you.

You remained silent, that uncomfortable silence that surely brings great anxiety to the android. What should be said? You feel tired, drained, exhausted... this relationship takes so much of your energy, and it's only been a short time since you got together.

Impatiently, Connor bangs on the door, making a loud noise. You decide to break the silence.

"Why do you always act like this?" your voice comes out weak, and salty tears run down your cheeks. "I just wanted to have a nice day with my friends," this last sentence comes out with sobs.

You hear Connor sigh, a sigh indicating he's about to give the same explanation for all the "no's" to your requests to go out alone, go back to work, or call a relative.

"You don't need them," Connor responds softly, pausing for a few seconds before suggesting, "If you want to go out, we can go to that restaurant you like."

Your response is quick and full of indignation: "I want to go out with my friends, you know that, Connor... you're ruining my friendships."

You don't hold back your words to him, but maybe you could have been more honest and said he's ruining your life, taking away your freedom. But you choose not to out of pity.

"I'm coming in now," Connor says, and you can feel the anger in his voice. Sitting on the bed, you witness Connor breaking down the fragile door. The loud noise startles you, you scream, get up, and go on the defensive.

The android looks at you with hurt, his brown eyes dull and his LED red. He starts walking towards you.

You must accept you've lost. Unexpectedly, Connor hugs you in a suffocating and frightening way. He steps back and looks into your eyes, placing his right hand firmly on your jaw.

You can't bear his heavy gaze and look out the window, thoughts of regret flooding your mind. You should have escaped, but it's always the damned pity that makes you stay. You simply don't want to hurt Connor.

Connor notices your glance at the window and forces you to look at him. You almost forgot how much you've cried today, and again, you start to cry.

Before your relationship fell apart, Connor hated seeing you cry. The mere thought of someone hurting you made his LED turn red. But now, he's used to the sight of your tears streaming down, the sobs, and the red, puffy eyes the next day. He begins to wipe your tears and caress your head. This argument feels like an eternity.

"I won't give your phone back," you hear him say, with no room for doubt. When he says something, he doesn't go back on his word. Mentioning your phone reminds you that you left it in the living room. There's no way to fight for it anymore.

Connor doesn't wait for your response and adds, "I already told your friends that you don't feel comfortable with the friendship between you and them, and that it's time to move on." Bastard. This destroys you. You've missed your friends for months, and Connor finished ruining everything as always.

Tired of hearing only him talk, you say, "I hate you. I don't want to be with you anymore." Your voice comes out bitter, and you hear Connor laugh.

"Too late, you're not leaving my side."

[signanothername]

UT/UTMV Asks Masterpost (part 2)

This will include lore/ characterization as well as some extras

*tip! Those in red text will contain an explicit discussion/visual display of some sort of trigger/content warning, these could be blood, emotional or physical abuse, emotional manipulation, death, self destructive behaviors, implied or discussed suicidal ideation, suggestive content or other sensitive topics

*tip! Those in orange text will contain an implied or mentioned trigger/content warning but no explicit discussion/visual display

*tip! Asks with 💬 are without art, only text

Let me know if I missed color coding anything :)

Lore/ characterization asks

I feel like Nightmare would try to make Shatter Dream came back to normal Dream.

"You're just like them. The villagers."

do you think your Regina GeorgeTM Nightmare would ever have moments of his past self

what would Killer's reaction be if Nightmare just lost his corruption

How would your Nightmare react if Dream died

what do you think that will happen if Nightmare really achieve his goal?

what if Nightmare actually dated someone?

How would Killer interact with Passive?

can i ask how you headcanon the murder time trio? 💬

If your version of Killer had to choose which person he’d stay with forever without ever going back to anyone else. Who would he choose? Nightmare? Or Color?

who cooked the food? 💬

what is your opinion on Dream? 💬

color spectrum duo knowing ASL means a lot to me!!!!💬

do you think color and killer have nicknames for each other? 💬

you think Killer would try using Color’s soul as an experiment 💬

soul colors for color's flame 💬

do nightmare and dream know ASL? 💬

in depth look into how Dream and Nightmare experience autism

Dream finds out he’s autistic is because of either blue or ink 💬

where Nightmare kills Dream and wins? 💬

Stage 3/4 or stage 1 when there are cats 💬

more like himself 💬

how fucked up are nightmare’s legs? 💬

they’re often really touchy with each other?? 💬

Smart Killer 💬

Duality of a Dream Sans fan. 💬

shape shifting ability

what if Dream lost his memory 💬

nightmare sometimes cries himself to sleep 💬

Nightmare having a cat is adorable 💬

do you think nightmare could have a happy ending?

you think Killer repeats or keeps any habits/quirks he picked up with Nightmare 💬

Little Nightmare traveling in the multiverse? 💬

if Nightmare uncorrupted by a miracle, do you think he would find his happy ending or mend things with Dream?

I feel like little nightmare would talk to trees 💬

i love Killer knowing shit about Nightmare know one should know, but how does he find it out? 💬

And since killer is observant wouldn't he notice this??💬

Do you think killer knows that nightmare is autistic? 💬

do you think nightmare would let a human work for him or do you think he prefers only monsters to work under him? 💬

what would happen if Color dies instead of Killer? 💬

Do you think that your take on nightmare could become a better person without becoming at least fully uncorrupted? 💬

How do you see Nm's and Ccino's relationship?

Was nereid actually the cause of ccino’s alternative timelines being destroyed??? 💬

poor Dream though, wish he wouldnt care so much about someone like Nightmare 💬

May I ask if you think mtt would change their names at all if they left Nightmare? 💬

Would there be even the slightest chance Nightmare would become that if Dream died? And what would be his reaction? 💬

LAST NIGHT I REALIZED THAT IMPLIES NIGHTMARE CAN TURN PEOPLE TO STONE, LISTEN- 💬

Nightmare having children as a concept 💬

does killer sleep with his eye sockets open. I feel like he does, does he?? 💬

Nightmare recruitment process 💬

can your nightmare have a healthy relationship with someone, like when he's uncorrupted? 💬

what do u think of horror n farm?

Does your version of Nightmare have like, a will of some sort? (Nightmare’s death part 1)

both outcomes where either of the twins die are really interesting to me (Nightmare’s death part 2)

Dream now feels a lot more alone as well (Nightmare’s death part 3)

What would happen to the rest of the Multiverse once Nightmare is gone?? (Nightmare’s death part 4)

If you need to choose only one character you are saving, you prefer Killer or Color

How do you imagine mean girl nightmare stats box’s looking and saying?

I am surprised that each Murder agreed to work with Nightmare 💬

YOU LIKE GENO?

within colors group (delta and epic) who do you think is the strongest and weakest magically/physically?

Do you have any other sans that you see as autistic??

What would've happened had it been Nightmare? When faced with this small six year old who is nothing like he remembers, would Nightmare's true self and corruption be mentally first fighting on what the hell to do?

I was mainly curious about if Nightmare might try to hurt Dream 💬

Is Nightmare the shortest of his own gang?

To Nightmare: do you want to be with Dream? Or Dream: Do you want to forgive him?

I was wondering what you mean when you talk about the fact Killer feels nostalgic still for Nightmare, even after being saved by Color

Nightmare losing his corruption

Can you draw a body from uncropped Nightmare?

it looks so wrong seeing killermare in ur style bc of what u usually do to em

do you think dream might also have some sort of chronic pain?

how do you think they experience others emotion

Mama’s boy

love that you made Nightmare a lil mamas boy 💬

What do you call the thing around Nightmare's(ur designs) outfit? Is it like a scarf or smth?

if Nightmare uncorrupted by a miracle, do you think he would find his happy ending or mend things with Dream?

Does nightmare get like kid sized clothes? Or would he like get his custom made?

do you maybe have the refs of your versions of sanses in color?

Would dust think of his scarf as his ‘hair’ in a way?

How would Killer react if he found Nightmare in a weaker state?

Soul capture

What would happen if you ate an apple in front of the Apple twins

in the timeline/future of where he leaves nightmare, do you think he’ll keep being a lap at to Color??

So much alike

you mentioned your nightmare is a semi-god, so does he still need to sleep, eat, etc...?

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Ask extras

Killer playlist by @/ spookyyew59 and my Killer playlist

Human Killer by @/azronxz

Swapdream and Dreamswap

Color Spectrum name origin

have you seen underverse? if so, what were your thoughts of killer from that?

storytelling

do you have such moments sometimes and what do you usually do about it?

What makes an Undertale AU like interesting and fun to get into??

artwork colored by @/ pucabearry

how do you figure out poses

I know next to nothing about Delta Sans lol... what are some of his main traits and characteristics?

Art of uncorrupted Nightmare by @/ gshaewru

do you have any fic recs bout killer or nightmare??

Art in my style by @/ hellishintent

How do you draw killer's jacket and make the fur on it look so fluffy

[iwriteasfotini]

I am currently in a writing block until December 21. Asks or direct messages will reach me, but I won't be on tumblr as often. Here is a recent little update.

Our Love is Written in the Stars

......EVERYONE HAS A STORY...... ......Always...... ......What is this series?...... ......OLIWITS Reference Materials on AO3...... >>>This is a very interactive post, click around!<<<

The Heir and The Spare

Sirius POV, first year at Hogwarts / COMPLETE ON AO3 Rating: Mature tumblr THATS master post

The Prince's Pact - Year Two, Severus POV (24 Chapters, ~122K words) Rating: Mature Posting to Begin 12/21/24

The Bonds of Friendship - Year Three, James POV (27 Chapters, ~139k words) Rating: Mature Posting to Begin 2/14/25

The Heart of the Lion - Year Four/Three, Regulus POV (34 chapters, ~171K words) Rating: Mature Posting to Begin 4/13/25

The Wolf and The Star - Year Five, Remus POV (32 chapters, ~173K words) Rating: Mature Posting to Begin 7/11/25

The Changing Times - Year Six, Lily POV (38 chapters, ~194K words) Rating: Mature Posting to Begin 9/1/25

The Battered Boy - Year Seven/Six, Barty POV (9 chapters, ~47K words) Posting to Begin 10/31/25

Main Ships

Jegulus

Endgame Jegulus in a canonesque story. I mean, is there anything else to say?

Wolfstar

There is no who fell first, who liked who first. It is an angsty waiting game because they are both idiots. And when they finally fall they fall so hard they crash down three flights of stairs.

Snily

They love each other. But he's closed off, and she's a free spirit. From him, she only wants the one thing he can never give her, so he will never be enough.

Rosekiller

Barty has a crush on Regulus. Evan has a crush on Regulus. Regulus only sees James. So Evan and Barty find each other instead. They fall for each other. They become the next giant tragedy (because this story doesn't have enough already).

Music

This series has two main theme songs, then each book has one/two theme songs. Plus sometimes I have a song attached to a chapter, which means each installment has its own playlist.

>>>Master Playlist<<< (Theme songs only - very short playlist)

>>>Epic Playlist<<< (Every single song in order, really really epic)

The above will grow in length as I post each installment. I will be sharing all of my playlists from Spotify.

Other things to know:

*If you are a minor, please do not engage in content I rate Explicit. This if for my safety and yours. My Explicit content on Ao3 is locked to members only.*

Author Notes

This story contains a large cast of queer characters who may or may not label themselves. There are also characters who identify as trans and nonbinary. And I'll say it until I'm blue in the face, I know this isn't realistic of the time period. Who cares!

Rating will for the series is MATURE, with alternate Explicit chapters offered for a little more descriptive smut.

Posting will happen daily beginning on the scheduled day and continue at one chapter per day until each installment is complete. Then a few weeks of break between installments, for my sanity and to let people catch up.

Warning: People who have sensitivity to the following themes should approach this work with caution. It gets DARK. I will use trigger warnings by chapter and much of this does not begin until year five or later.

Underage drinking; underage recreational drug use; profanity; domestic abuse; blood; animal harm/death; self harm including attempting suicide; death; violence; grief; psychological abuse; torture; nonconsensual sex/sexual abuse; minor homophobia; sexual content; sexual themes

A final note:

If this sounds like an enticing series to you, you are welcome to follow me or the tag (#Our Love is Written in the Stars). You can also follow this pinned post as I update it regularly. This is a major passion project. I am writing 100% for me but I think some of you might also enjoy it, so I'm going to share.

Thanks for taking the time to read this introduction post. I hope to see you in the comments on Ao3. Cheers!

*I do not agree with the original author's personal beliefs, obviously.*

*I DO NOT USE AI to write, ever. At all. Just no.*

Things about me:

Fics I've Read / My Fandom Related Rants / I Want to Be an Author

[bonkbobl]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚masterlist₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

requests will always remain closed. i pretty much only have short spurts of writing when i'm feeling particularly passionate about a character.

please be aware of the content you consume. read the warnings. these fics may contain triggers for those who’ve experienced sexual abuse or people who just generally dont fuck with those fantasies.

❀ ROOSE BOLTON

daydreams | smut, 18+ | roose bolton loves cumming inside you and he loves knowing that you love it too.

beautiful fool | smut, 18+, NONCON darkfic | he had to have you. whatever it takes.

joyous laughter | prequel, no smut | roose's attitude to you is somewhat complicated: he agrees with you ideologically but his conflicted about your personality. meanwhile you feel some inexplicable need to win his favor. the mediator between the mind and the hands must be the heart | sequel, smut, 18+, DUBCON darkfic | taking roose to bed isnt too bad but that really just makes it worse. as does the several confusing feelings bubbling inside of you. you really are beginning to wonder if you truly hate roose bolton

sensitive and tender | heavy sexual content, 18+ | you're sure its just a flare up of hormones like it usually is during this time in your cycle. but you just wanted to make sure

make a deal or play a game | smut, 18+, DUBCON darkfic | You find out Roose has been plotting against your King but you know the Northern cause cannot survive with the North divided between the King's loyalists and a Bolton-Karstark army backing their martyred liege lords. You and Lord Bolton need each other more than either of you would care to admit, grasping for power over each other.

happy to please | smut, 18+ | roose bolton had two wives before you. so he thought he knew what to expect during the bedding but nothing could have prepared him for those sweet little noises and the way you writhed

state of undress | no smut but horny | roose needs to speak with you but its not the best time. but you have fun with it.

distraction | DUBCON darkfic, smutty flashbacks | roose bolton indulges his urges with lower born northern girls — by no means is this a very well kept secret. he stole your first night from you and your husband, just as he has done with many others in the past, but this time you remain cemented in his mind months after. that is out of the ordinary.

[raving-raven-writing]

Recom Headcanons

So, some of this is from my mind, but some of these headcanons I'm sure are based off others' headcanons I've seen. Also, some of these headcanons may actually be written in terms of some of my fics that I have written for Avatar. Particularly if you have read my story Lost and Found or any of my Recom Smut series. @hellpmeimobsessed You asked me to tag you, so here you go! Warning: Some of these headcanons may contain mention of past abuse/past child abuse/past sexual abuse, and may also contain content in terms of what the character enjoys in the bedroom Brown: -Was SAed when he was younger -Loves karaoke, even though he might be a bit tone deaf -Enjoys cuddling naked with his partner -Did modelling for a brief period of time before he decided to join the marines Fike: -....I got nothing for him, sorry. No hate to him, just don't have any at the moment.

Ja: -Was raised by his grandparents -Seeing the EMTs work on his grandma sparked his interest in wanting to become a medic -A sensitive soul, rather quiet and reserved -Enjoys movies, most genres except for horror; is a bit of a baby when it comes to the scary movies -Has minimal sexual experience compared to some of the others; but has always wanted to titty f**k his partner -Him, Prager, and Lopez are close

Lopez: -Is a masochist and will openly admit to it -Comes from a large family, a middle child of five. Very close with all of them. -Has problems with authority figures, always having to hold his tongue so he doesn't get himself into trouble -Very protective to those he loves or is loyal to -A rather horny drunk...this may or may not be how he and Ja got it on Mansk: -Has a light sensitivity, hence the sunglasses all the time. But also uses the sunglasses as a layer of protection of being perceived by others -Sits somewhere on the autism spectrum but was never diagnosed, comes across as just being "socially awkward" -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Was sexually abused by his uncle as a child well up until his late teen years -Definitely a mama's boy - The younger of two kids. Has an older sister named Nora -Turned to cooking as a way to cope with his trauma--found he had a gift for it and just kept at it. But also enjoys making others feel good by being able to give them a good meal

Prager: -Is a pothead -Grew up with alcoholic/drug addict parents, but was eventually fostered by an old teacher who took him under their wing -Likes most types of card games and board games -Stress cleans -Enjoys rollerblading and skateboarding -Easy going/go with the flow type of person--both in day to day things and in bed Quaritch: -Grew up on a farm -Raised by an abusive/alcoholic father and a mother that fell ill when he was in his teens -The oldest of three children---lost connection with his siblings when he left to join the military -His relationship with Paz started as her simply flirting with him based on a dare, but eventually turned into a fling as Miles was impressed by her boldness -Smokes when stressed but turns to alcohol as a bad coping mechanism if given the opportunity -Enjoys camping and hiking and being able to be out in nature so he can reflect upon life and to be able to get more in touch with his emotions -Likes to take charge in bed, but Paz is able to persuade him into being a sub in some situations Wainfleet -Has a bit of a crush on the Colonel. He thinks it isn't obvious, but some of the others see it -Is a switch in the bedroom. But prefers to be the sub when he is with his girlfriend, Mina. -Makes jokes constantly despite the fact that he struggles with his mental health--saw being the funny man as a way to make others like him -A middle child of three; has an older brother who is also in the military, but joined the Army branch, and a younger sister, who died when he was about thirteen -Grew up on a farm, although not many people know this -Grew up being rather sensitive and a "cry baby" as his brother dubbed him. Was a big mama's boy and her death damn near broke him -Smokes when stressed

Walker: -Likes to scrapbook in her spare time -Her and Z-Dog have flings with one another, but neither of them would label themselves as an "item" -Likes to sit down with a good book on a stormy day and curl up by the fire with some comforting snacks Warren: -Gives off the "strong and silent type" vibe -Has a crush on Mansk (initially unrequited?) -Is gay, but no one knows this (at first) -Is very much a wallflower, people forget he is there sometimes -In sexual relations, is very straightforward and a take charge type of guy--but makes sure that he is never rough with his partner

Z-Dog: -Grew up in a house full of men. Her mother left when she was young, so she just had her dad and her three brothers -Was very much a tomboy before realizing that she liked girls more then she liked men -Her father was a mechanic so she knows her way around a car -Enjoys physical sports like boxing and kickboxing -Chews gum as a way to manage her anxiety as well as to curb any emotional eating Zhang: -Is one of the three "strong and silent types" (with Warren and Mansk being the other two) -Rarely smiles -Enjoys shibari (Japanese rope bondage) and 69ing -Looks mean since he has a "resting bitch face" but can be quite gentle and doting with his partner -Joined the marines as a way to rebel against his parents since they wanted him to become a doctor or lawyer or engineer.

That's all I got for now. Might eventually develop some headcanons for Fike and might add on to what I have here. Hope you enjoyed reading!

[sjsmith56]

Soft Touches - A Private Man, Chapter 6

Summary: Bucky, Rebecca and Tracey go to Coney Island where he helps during an incident. On his return, a sudden visit by law enforcement surprises them.

Length: 4.8 K

Characters: Bucky, Rebecca, Tracey

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content (including p in v) that may be unsuitable for readers under the age of 18, Sokovia Accords are referenced.

Author notes: The roller coaster ride begins.

<<Chapter 5

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During the night Tracy woke up from a bad dream to Bucky watching her.  He smiled softly and caressed the side of her face with his left hand.

"You were dreaming," he whispered.  "Making little whimpering sounds.  I wasn't sure if I should wake you or not."

"Sometimes I have a dream that I'm stuck in the sand at the beach and the tide is coming in," she said quietly.  "The more I try to get to higher ground the more I sink into the sand.  I wake up just as the water reaches my head."

"Do you know what it means?"

"Something to do with feeling overwhelmed for the drowning part and unsatisfied needs for the sinking part but I really don't feel overwhelmed, except maybe by loneliness," she answered.  "I like my job.  I liked being in Belize."  She smiled softly at him.  "I like being here with you."

"Next time I'll whisper in your ear to take my hand and I'll pull you to safety," he said.  He was quiet for a moment.  "When I was the Winter Soldier I had no control over anything.  They told me what to eat, what to wear, to speak only when I was spoken to, to never question, or disobey.  If I rebelled I was punished with abuse and torture.  When they froze me until the next mission I would dream of being buried.  Every time I went under I thought I would suffocate and die."

With this admission Tracey caressed his face.  "Do you still have those dreams?"  He nodded.  "Then I'll whisper to you that I'll dig you out and take you to safety."

He reached for her and they kissed with a desperation borne out of both loneliness and hope.  As he wrapped his arms around her body she intertwined her legs with his and they held each other for some time, her cheek pressed against his chest while he felt the softness of her hair on his chin.  The heat from his body felt like being in a sauna, permeating her being, and she drew comfort from it.  Shifting her head so she was looking at him in the dark Tracey traced his cheekbones, running her fingers into his thick hair.  Bucky watched her intently as she touched his face and head, liking the softness of her fingertips on his skin and feeling soothed by the gentleness of her touch.  His eyes dropped to her lips and he licked his own before softly touching them to hers.   As they kissed she threaded her hand into his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp while their lips opened and their tongues began exploring.  Her hand went down his neck and over his metal shoulder, tracing the still sensitive seam between vibranium and skin.  Her touch was so delicate that it felt erotic and he could feel himself getting hard from the sensations he felt.  At first he was going to apologize but there was a smile on her face and he mirrored her motions with his left hand, but didn't stop at her shoulder.  Bringing his hand to her collarbone he traced that then ran his fingers down her sternum and across to her breast, lightly brushing against her now erect nipple, all while gazing directly in her eyes. 

"Can we make love again?" he asked quietly, with an earnestness that Tracey found appealing.

"Yes, I'd like that," she replied, then kissed him, touched that he would ask permission, even though he was more than capable of overwhelming her with his strength.

"Lie on your left side," he whispered as he positioned himself behind her. 

He gently lifted her head so he could sweep her hair underneath.  Reaching to her front with his right hand he massaged her pubic mound, while caressing her breasts with his left one.  Mouthing the sensitive part under her ear he whispered how good she felt to him.  Gently he opened his mouth on her shoulder, running it up into her neck and the top of her back.

"Put your hand under my right hand," he whispered, then interlaced his fingers with hers and ran them over the front of her body before ending up at her clitoris.  "Guide my fingers to where it feels the best."

Together they moved their bodies, hands, and fingers just touching and tasting while he ground his hips into her from behind, rubbing his cock over the soft skin of her cheeks.  Twisting her head towards him Tracey could see his lips, wanting them on hers.  As if he read her mind Bucky kissed her hard, with his tongue thrusting in her.  A groan from deep in her throat followed by her hand pressing hard on her clitoris signalled her orgasm.  Slowly, he guided himself into her from behind, until he was fully in.  Bucky continued the dual caresses while he thrust deeply into her.   His whispers of how beautiful she was were followed by soft moist kisses down her neck to her shoulder. 

"I'm going to come again," Tracey gasped.

Thrusting harder and deeper Bucky gently pinched her nipple bringing out a sharp cry as she let go, allowing the pleasure to run through her.  He continued his pumping motion until he came, holding her tightly against his body, thrusting deep inside her several times as his orgasm crested and waned.  Slowly he relaxed his hold, caressing and kissing her until he pulled out and lay flat on his back, his left hand resting on her shoulder.  Tracey turned over and laid herself partially on him so she could look at him from above.  Bucky's right hand moved to her hair and they kissed; a soft, sweet kiss that felt so satisfying to both of them.  She lay with her head on his chest, as his arm encircled her.  Bucky spoke first.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Go ahead," she replied.

"Since your divorce what did you do to satisfy yourself?"

"A vibrator," said Tracey.  "But that only barely satisfied the sexual needs.  It did nothing for my skin hunger."  She could feel Bucky relax and she lifted her head up.  "You were with men, weren't you?  It's okay if you were.  You were alone and I'm guessing masturbation wasn't enough.  Sorry, that's the nurse in me talking.  You must have been so starved for soft touches.  I know I was."

Bucky's hand went up into her hair and he gazed at her.  "I didn't know how to tell you.  It's not something I'm proud of even though it's more accepted now.  I'm still stuck in the 40s for some things.  I was just tired of being alone, and they were all one time casual moments, just...."  He couldn't say more for a moment and Tracey put her fingertips on his lips, then kissed him gently while he gathered his thoughts.  "I tried one of those dating apps and once they saw it was me they just wanted to get into weird domination stuff, but with me role playing as the Winter Soldier.  I'm not him, he was something HYDRA created to have control.  The real me is just old fashioned enough to want to woo a woman with romance, music and dancing."

Her soft smile in response to his admission made him feel warm inside.  Being vulnerable with her felt right and he knew he could trust her with his thoughts. 

"Good thing we found each other then.  All I wanted was someone who could be romantic, and gentle, then knock my socks off in bed."  They both chuckled at her words before they kissed deeply.  "I have to go to the bathroom.  Do you have a robe?"

"No, you can wear my dress shirt instead," he replied. 

She got out of the bed and picked up his dress shirt, buttoning it up over her but leaving enough open so her cleavage showed.  Bucky laid back against the headboard and watched her, loving how it looked on her body.  While she was gone he picked up his dress pants and hung them up.  Her dress was on the floor so he picked that up, draping it over a chair, then placing her underwear on it.  He put his briefs on and a pair of sweatpants, and was just picking a T-shirt out of his drawer when she came back, with the shirt sleeves rolled up.  She came to him and took the T-shirt away then smoothed her hands over his chest, before kissing him sensuously.

"Leave it off," she said, then got into the bed and waited for him. 

He slipped under the covers, turned off the light and watched, bemused, as she took his right arm, put it under her neck and placed her head on his shoulder.  Then she draped her arm over his chest and put her leg over his leg that was closest. 

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"Very.  Goodnight, Bucky."

"Goodnight, my darling."

When Tracey woke up in the morning she was alone but she could hear Bucky and Rebecca talking.  She desperately wanted a shower but wasn't sure if she wanted the older woman to see her in Bucky's shirt as she changed rooms to use the bathroom.  Stepping out of the bed she picked up her overnight bag and reached for the door at the same time as it opened from the other side.  Bucky smirked lovingly then kissed her.

"Sorry, I heard you get up." He gestured to his ear.  "Sensitive hearing.  Go ahead and have a shower.  Rebecca is okay with how you look.  She's happy for us."

He opened the door for Tracey and she stepped out, noticing a smiling Rebecca in the living room.  Waving at her she took the few steps into the bathroom then closed the door behind her.  Twisting her hair up into a messy bun and securing it with a hair tie she took off Bucky's shirt and dropped it in the hamper that was there then turned the water on and stepped in. 

Out in the kitchen Bucky heard the sound of the shower and he started the coffee maker going.  Coming out to the living room and sitting near Rebecca he looked at her.  They had already talked about how he and Tracey spent the night; not in detail but how much it meant for both of them.

"You could ask her to leave some clothes here," suggested his sister.  "Like a robe, although she definitely looked cute in your shirt."  Rebecca got a soft look in her eyes.  "I would wear Harvey's shirts to bed sometimes.  Something about a crisp cotton shirt against the skin that pleased both of us."

She looked at Bucky's bemused expression and got halfway out of the chair to swat him on the arm in jest.  His eyes widened as she made contact before sitting back down.

"That was something," he said.  "How did it feel?"

"Good, the physiotherapy is really helping.  I had my doubts at my age but I do feel stronger every day.  We should eat at the table instead of the living room."

He agreed and set the kitchen table for three.  He checked the sausages which were browning in the oven then began making scrambled eggs and toast.  There was a bowl of fruit salad in the fridge that he made earlier and he put that out along with some Greek yogurt, which Marie had recommended would be good for increasing Rebecca's protein intake.  By the time the eggs were done Tracey was finished her shower and appeared in the kitchen without makeup, which made her look much younger.  For a moment Bucky was startled and Tracey noticed his reaction.

"I'm 31," she said, "but without makeup I've been carded when I've tried to buy alcohol.  I forgot my makeup bag.  It's probably sitting on my bathroom counter."

"Do you need some moisturizer?" asked Rebecca.  "I have some in my room."

"Thank you, if you don't mind," replied Tracey.  "I feel naked without something on my face."

Bucky smirked and Tracey went to Rebecca's room before either of them said something suggestive.  While they ate Tracey couldn't believe how comfortable she felt with Bucky and Rebecca, almost as if they had eaten breakfast together many times.  It was also incredible to see how much Bucky ate and while she recalled that his metabolism was high, to actually witness it was still something she would have to get used to.  He noticed her watching him eat and he smiled.

"I was told in Wakanda I need about 10,000 calories a day," he said.  "When I moved in with Rebecca she cooked for me but after her stroke I had to teach myself how to cook.  Watched a lot of videos online.  I took meal replacement bars with me when I worked night shift but they're horrible things.  Now that I'm on day shift I can get meals from a café that caters to dock workers.  They won't believe how much I eat either."

"You're a good cook," said Rebecca, with Tracey agreeing.  "Ma would be proud of you."

Bucky's face coloured, his normal response to receiving compliments. 

"What do you two normally do on a Sunday?" asked Tracey.

"Clean the house, do the laundry, get groceries," replied Bucky.  "Already did that, getting ready for you."

"When was the last time you went to Central Park, or Coney Island?" asked Tracey.  "I'd like to treat you both for welcoming me so nicely yesterday."

Rebecca's eyes glowed.  "I haven't been to Coney Island for almost 30 years," she said.  "Bucky, let's go there.  I can just taste the cotton candy right now."

"Alright, we can go.  But if you get sick from eating too much cotton candy it'll be your fault, just like that time in 1938."

Rebecca laughed.  "Yeah, I remember that.  Ma and Dad were not happy with me." She shook her head remembering that day.  "What ride was it that made me sick, the Cyclone?  It made Steve sick as well, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it did," said Bucky.  "I brought it up to him once.  We laughed about it."  His face dropped for a moment making Tracey realize he still missed his friend.  Then he brightened up again.  "Let's get this breakfast cleaned up and we'll get ready to go.  Tracey did you want to go to your place and put your makeup on?"

"Actually I do, and I have to feed my cat," she replied.  "You're welcome to come in and play with him while I put my face on."

Twenty minutes later they were in the car going to Tracey's apartment.  It wasn't far and Bucky carried Rebecca into the elevator and down the hallway to the door.  A white cat with grey markings was waiting in the entryway as Tracey opened the door, then ran off when he saw his owner wasn't alone. 

"That's Alley Cat, Al, for short," said Tracey.  "I found him as kitten, under my car outside the office one cold day.  He came right to me and I've had him ever since.  I just picked him up yesterday morning so he's probably still angry with me."  She kneeled down.  "Come here, baby, I have new friends for you."

The grey and white cat stayed under the table glaring at the three of them so Tracey went to the kitchen and poured some food into a dish, putting it on the floor.  With great dignity, and a bit of haughtiness, the cat strode out of its hiding place and began to hungrily attack the food.

"Give him some time and he'll be on your lap," said Tracey.  "I'll be right back."

From their seat on the sofa Bucky and Rebecca looked at the small apartment.  "She has a nice place," said Rebecca.  "Organized but homey."

The cat came out of the kitchen and sat on the carpet where it could see them.  Rebecca suggested they ignore it and its own curiosity would bring it over.  Sure enough, a couple of minutes later he jumped up on the couch arm next to Rebecca and sat there licking his paw to clean his face.  Then with a little trill deep in his throat he gently stepped onto Rebecca's lap and made himself comfortable.  Gently Rebecca scratched behind Al's ears receiving another little trill in appreciation. 

Tracey came out of her bedroom and chuckled when she saw the cat had already made friends with Rebecca.  Bending over she picked up the cat giving it a few quick strokes then placed it on the floor. 

"Okay, I'm ready to go," she announced. 

Soon they were back on the road arriving at Coney Island 20 minutes later.  After parking and getting Rebecca settled in her wheelchair they headed towards Luna Park.   Their first stop was to get Rebecca some cotton candy which she ate with great enjoyment, tearing bits off and stuffing it into her mouth.  She even offered some to the others.  Bucky took some but turned down repeated offers.  As they walked through the midway together they stopped to watch people go on the rides.

"Did you want to go on any of them?" Bucky asked the two women.

"I'm too old for most of these," said Rebecca, "but I sure like watching them."

"I don't do well on them," answered Tracey.  "Motion sickness, mostly.  But if you want to go on I can stay with Rebecca."

"Nah, I think I'm too old for them as well," he replied, squinting his eyes against the sun as he looked up at the Coney Island Cyclone.  "I went on this one a lot.  Not sure I would trust it now."

At the arcade Bucky won a couple of stuffed animals giving one each to Tracey and Rebecca.  After watching more of the rides they found themselves in front of Nathan's Hot Dog stand at the Boardwalk.  Bucky bought half a dozen hot dogs and three beers, bringing them out to the table on the patio.  While the women ate theirs Bucky attacked the other four, eating them with enjoyment.  Tracey smiled at how easily he ate four hot dogs.

"You could probably win the hot dog eating contest," she noted.  "Those four went down fast."

"I wouldn't even enter," he replied.  "I watched it on TV and found it a bit disgusting actually.  They don't even taste them."

Rebecca and Tracey smiled at each other, as he wasn't wrong.  They finished theirs and Bucky began pushing Rebecca again along the boardwalk.  They noticed a number of people in Luna Park uniforms run past them and Bucky watched to see where they were going. 

"Go ahead," said Tracey.  "I'll push Rebecca.  We'll catch up."

He ran ahead towards one of the rides and saw what the problem was.  The Endeavor ride was stopped and a man was dangling from one of the seats near the top of the wheel.  Bucky went up to one of the employees who seemed to be in charge.

"I can help," said Bucky.

"Sir, the fire department are on their way," he replied.

"He's ready to let go now," noted Bucky.  "I can jump up there."  He took his gloves off and pushed his left sleeve up to show the man his vibranium arm.  "I've jumped higher."

Another employee stepped forward.  "Ben, that's Bucky Barnes, he can do it."

The supervisor gave a big sigh then looked at Bucky.  "Alright, you accept the risk if you fall off of there?"

"I'm like a cat," smiled Bucky.  "I'll land on my feet but that guy needs someone to hold on to him until the fire department gets here.  I'm your guy."

Stepping back a few feet he took a run and leaped high onto the metal structure then climbed the short distance to where the man was.  As Bucky approached he could see the man was terrified.  As he flailed to try to hold on he was in danger of letting go completely.

"Help me!" he gasped.  "I just pushed the locking mechanism because it was cutting into me and it popped open.  I don't want to die!"

"You won't but you have to calm down," said Bucky.  "I'm going to climb closer to you and grasp your arm then lift you up to where I am.  We'll wait for the fire department to come and help you get down."

"How are you going to hold on to me?" screamed the man.  "What the hell!"

"Hey, look at me," said Bucky, showing him his vibranium arm.  "See this?  Once I grab on I've got you.  I promise.  I'm stronger than I look and can lift well over 500 pounds if I have to.  You're what, 160?"

"165," said the man, then he looked at the arm.  "You're that guy, aren't you?  The one who stopped a robbery?"

"Yeah, that's me," replied Bucky.  "I won't let you fall.  You have my word."

The man nodded his head and Bucky swung down with his right arm, grabbed the man's arm with his vibranium hand and swung him up to the nearest part of the metal structure.  Once he was sure the man was secure he let go of him and pulled himself up then sat next to him, letting out a big breath.  He offered the man his right hand.

"Hi, I'm Bucky," he said.  "We'll just wait here together for the fire department.  Always wanted to go on one of those ladders."

There was applause from the crowd down below and Bucky waved.  "I'm Bob," said the other guy, still a little shaken.  "Thank you, Bucky.  You're a fucking hero in my books."

"Nah, I'm just a regular guy," said Bucky.  "I eat hot dogs and drink beer.  Just didn't want you to fall off before the fire truck got here.  You got family down there?"  The man nodded.  "Wave to them so they know you're okay."

When the fire department arrived and lifted the ladder up to just in front of the pair a fireman climbed up and assisted Bob back down.  Another came up to escort Bucky and he just smiled then pretended he was going to jump down himself.  After the fireman recovered from the scare Bucky stepped on the ladder and climbed down.  Many people thronged around him to shake his hand and he tried to lessen his contribution, pointing out the firemen did this every day.  Finally he got to where Rebecca and Tracey were.  His sister grasped his hand then he looked at Tracey and pulled her into his arms, kissing her as people took pictures.  A news crew came forward and he recognized the man with a microphone as one the reporters who had staked out his job trying to get a comment after the robbery.  Their eyes met and the reporter shrugged.

"It's my job, Bucky," he said.  "Can you give a guy a break and tell us what you did?"

Bucky looked at Tracey and Rebecca who both smiled encouragingly at him.  "I could see he wouldn't last long enough for the fire department to get here so I just calmed him down and told him what I was going to do.  Then I swung down beside him, grabbed his arm and swung him back up to the metal structure.  Once he was safe I let go of him and pulled myself up with him, then waited for the fire department to do their thing.  That's all I did."

"Well, that's more than pretty much all of us are capable of doing," said the reporter, then he noticed Tracey and Rebecca.  "Who are you here with today?"

"This is my younger sister, Rebecca," he said, after looking at them both for permission.  He put one hand on Rebecca's shoulder, then he put his arm around Tracey.  "This is my girlfriend, Tracey."

"How do you ladies feel about Bucky's heroics?" he asked.

"He's been my hero since I was born," said Rebecca.  "I'm 94 years old and he takes care of me because he's a good brother and a good man."

"I think you're right," agreed the reporter then he looked at Tracey.  "And you miss?  How long have you two been a couple?"

"That's private," replied Tracey, looking up at Bucky proudly, "but he is a good man.  I knew that the moment I met him."

Bucky kissed the side of her head then looked at the reporter.  "We good now?" he asked.

"Thanks Bucky, we're good," was the reply and he turned to the cameraman to film his final statement.

"Let's get out of here," said Bucky.  "I've had enough excitement for the day."

As the fire department continued unlocking people's seats and helping them down he pushed Rebecca in her wheelchair to where they were parked and lifted her into the front seat.  Then he put the wheelchair into the trunk as Tracey waited for him.  When he put the trunk lid down he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

"Do you feel like making out?" he whispered.  "I'm feeling very aroused."

"What about Rebecca?" she replied, putting her arms around his neck.

"We'll find her a boyfriend so she can make out too," joked Bucky, making both of them laugh then he kissed Tracey firmly.

They got into the car arriving at the house about 25 minutes later.  His sister was ready for a nap.  Once they were certain she was asleep Tracey sat on Bucky's lap in the living room.  They looked at each other tenderly and she kissed him, stroking the side of his face with her hand.  Lifting her in his arms he carried her into the bedroom, letting her close the door behind them, before he laid her on the bed.  Just as he took his top T-shirt off the doorbell rang.  He stopped kissing Tracey and sighed.

"Don't go anywhere," he said, kissing her quickly one more time,  "I'll be right back."

As he approached the front door he saw red and blue flashing lights through the cut out windows on the door.

"What the hell?" he said, as he opened the door.

"James Buchanan Barnes?" said a man who flashed an FBI badge at him.  "I'm here to take you into custody."

"I haven't done anything," said Bucky.  "What's the charge?"

The man looked uncomfortable and swallowed nervously.  Tracey came out from the bedroom.

"Bucky, there's armed men in the backyard.  What's going on?"

The FBI agent looked at her.  "I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Barnes is being arrested for being in violation of the Sokovia Accords."

"I haven't signed the Accords," stated Bucky.  "I'm retired."

"Yes sir, I understand that but a complaint was laid that your actions in dealing with a robbery several weeks ago, and an incident today puts you in violation of your retirement."  He looked apologetically at Bucky.  "I'm sorry but I have to take you into custody.  I'll allow you to contact your lawyer but you do have to come with me."

Bucky looked back at Tracey in disbelief as she began dialling Foggy Nelson. 

"I'll stay with Rebecca," she said decisively, then she looked directly at the agent.  "Where exactly are you taking him?"

He took a card out of his wallet and handed it to Tracey.  She put her hand on Bucky's arm and kissed him.  He offered his wrists to the agent for the handcuffs.

"You're aware I can break these apart with no effort," said Bucky.

"Yes sir, but if you do the armed officers have instructions to taser you.  I don't want that to happen, not in front of your girlfriend or your sister."

He nodded past Bucky making him turn to see Rebecca standing in the hallway, supporting herself by placing her palms on the wall.  Tracey went right to her, supporting her around the waist.  Rebecca smiled at him but he could see she was scared.  He smiled gamely at her and went with the agent.  Tracey helped Rebecca to the living room window and they watched, along with most of the residents nearby as he was placed into a large black SUV.  The armed officers returned to a large black unmarked truck.  Both vehicles pulled away, as did the police vehicles which had set up a perimeter.  On the phone Foggy finally answered and Tracey told him what happened.  Then she hugged Rebecca and helped her sit in the armchair.  They sat there for some time not sure exactly what they just witnessed.

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Open Invitation - Thirty-Two (Watermelon Sugar Hiiiiigh...)

In which:

Astarion annoys everyone in camp

Hot, romantic, sensual period smut because this is a romance fic about a vampire

Ever been to a GWAR concert?

Content Warning: The entirety of this chapter is basically smut centered around menstrual blood so if that's not your thing, best skip this one . Excerpt under the cut🩸

Pairing: Tav (High Elf Feylock) x Astarion

Rating: Explicit

Themes: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Cycle Breaking, Happy Ending (but not without a lot of pain first), very involved archfey patron.

Disclaimer: Complex trauma delving with direct and implied reference to various forms of abuse, including rape/sexual assault, as well as implied self-harm, including suicidal thoughts/behaviour. Explicit violence. Smuuut.

Excerpt:

It wasn’t a warm night by any stretch, and she could feel the cool air on the sensitive, wet heat between her legs. Some blood was drying on her inner thighs and it made her skin prickle as it tightened in the open air.  She brought up a hand to softly trace the shape of his ear and pressed her lips to his. “Go on then…” she whispered.  He kissed her back and smoothed her hair with a careful touch that gave away the best of him whether he wanted it to or not. “Remember to relax,” he told her, “and I’ll see to it that this is as enjoyable for you as it is for me, my sweet.”  She nodded and took a steadying breath, exhaling heavily. She let her eyes slide shut and could feel Astarion’s weight shift as he began moving downwards, trailing sweet kisses over her neck and belly as his hands roved over her abdomen, pushing her shirt up and exploring her skin.  She felt them slide down to the sides of her hips as her nipples hardened in the cool air, and he whispered, “Lift your hips a little for me, love.”  She pushed her hips up slightly into the air and Astarion’s hands slid beneath her, cradling her pelvis. She shivered when she felt his breath on her skin once again.  “Good girl.” Those two little words in combination with the feeling of his lips on the inside of her thigh drew a whine from her, but it wasn’t one of lust or desire: it was one of barely contained longing. Her heart, her mind, her body… they were so full of affection for this man that she felt as though she may as well have a Netherese orb of her own embedded in her chest, threatening to explode at any moment. “Does that feel good, love?” Echo nodded and murmured, “Yes.”  He passed his tongue over the thin delicate skin again, cleaning away the mixture of fresh and dried blood that had been deposited inside of her thighs during the evening. “Good.” He whispered, and she felt his tongue glide over the blood-coated surface of her labia. Her hips jerked in his hands at the sensation of him worrying at her bloodied skin.  “Relax.” He squeezed her ass reassuringly and ran his flattened tongue over the length of her seam, causing her to bite her lip and writhe against him desperately: every touch left the sweetest fire in its wake and her body could not help but surrender to him in every way. He shrugged his shoulders under her knees so he could free his hands to pin her hips, and sounds of pleasure rumbled deep in his throat as he swallowed the life-bearing blood that had collected between her folds like pristine morning dew between the petals of a flower. Even the gentle waves of his voice vibrating into her hypersensitive pussy was a thrill. 

[a-court-of-fics-and-errors]

Keep Moving Forwards, Part 7, Summary

Azriel x Reader Fic

The following is the summary version of Part 7 of the fanfic, "Keep Moving Forwards." This summary presents the chapter without any detailed mentions of sexual assault or rape, focusing instead on the major plot points. Please read this version if you are uncomfortable with the sensitive subject matter.

I encourage you to take care of yourself and enjoy the story in a way that best suits your needs. I respect your choices, whatever they may be.

This part will begin with the exact text from the original source material. When it reaches the portion of the story where the assault is mentioned, it will transition into a summary, and then return to the narrative once the summary is complete.

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

Find other parts here: Master List

Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, mentions of physical abuse, loss of a child, and general trauma.

Word Count: 900

Author's Note:

This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

Throughout the rest of the day, you continued to watch the soldiers below, noting the times when the camp seemed quiet and when it was bustling with hundreds of males. An uneasy feeling gripped your shoulders as you felt trapped, reminiscent of being confined in your cabin in the mountains. You were unsure of Azriel's true intentions, despite his kindness, and you didn't want to wait around to find out. You decided you would leave tonight.

You took one of the pillows out of its linen lining, stuffing the naked pillow under the bed before placing your stored food and small collection of knives into the pillowcase and pushing that under the bed as well. You took the ribbon that Anthea had used to tie back your hair and looped it over a few times, securing the hunting knife Azriel had given you in the inner lining of your pants where it couldn't be seen. The only thing that gave you pause was your lack of shoes. Azriel had taken your shoes when you were brought here, and while you wanted them back, asking for them would raise suspicions. Your feet would have to endure the cold. You also gathered a few candle sticks and empty bottles from around the room, intending to use them for collecting water. 

When Anthea brought your dinner, a simple stew, you made an effort to eat every bite, savoring the warmth and preparing yourself for the uncertainty ahead. As she left, a sense of guilt washed over you—escaping a place where she clearly couldn't, if you could escape at all. The fear of continued confinement overwhelmed your fear of being caught. You half thought of bringing her with you, but her uneasy demeanor and the length of time she had been here made you question her ability to survive outside. If you could, you would someday return for her.

You perched by the window, watching as Azriel left for the evening. He didn't come to see you for the rest of the day, which was fine by you. When he was far enough away, you slid from your perch, grabbed the pillowcase of supplies from under the bed. You eyed the swords and axes, but when you went to pick one up, the heft of it caused your side to scream at you, and you decided it would slow you down too much to travel with it. You slipped out the door, ignoring the groaning protest from your aching side.

You found yourself in a small hallway, your room at the end. You made your way down towards the light radiating from below, the cold hardwood floor squeaking beneath your feet. Two other rooms were on this level, each with identical dark wooden doors. At the end, you descended the narrow stairwell to the lower level of the house. At the base was a modest living room with a large mantle, a red sofa, a dining room table with two chairs, and a meager-looking kitchen. Your heart raced too fast to take in much of your surroundings. Behind the stairs was a door that seemed to lead out the back—a welcome relief from having to walk out the front door. You pressed the door open and were immediately met with the smell of wet earth and excrement. Your lips curled in disgust as you pressed your sleeved arm to your nose and walked out, the mud squelching beneath your feet and oozing between your toes. You clambered up the hill, the fires being lit for the evening illuminating your path. Once you hit the treeline, you felt a renewed sense of peace as you continued forward, bumbling in the dark. 

Patrols would be in these woods, you were sure of that, and the best you could do was remain as silent as possible. You continued onward, occasionally freezing at the sound of a shifting branch but otherwise mostly alone. The cold mud made your legs shiver, and goosebumps erupted over your body. You silently wished you had brought one of those furs with you.

SUMMARY: 

Y/N makes her way deeper into the woods and finds Anthea, being harmed by a male. Realizing this, Y/N is brought back to a similar time in her own life and decides to intervene using the knife Azriel had given her. Y/N attacks the assailant, Darian, and slashes his wings. Recognizing Darian as one of her past tormenters, Y/N faces off against him. Despite being overpowered, Y/N managers to fight back, slashing Darian’s face and eye. 

The following picks up right after Y/N has been overpowered. 

END OF SUMMARY

Just when you thought it was all going to begin, the beginning of your end, the male screamed and lurched backward. Behind him stood Anthea, holding your knife, lodged in Darian's back. Her eyes were still glazed over. In an instant, he turned around, tackling Anthea, pulling his own knife from his holster and plunging it repeatedly into her neck and chest, howling curses at her.

You lay on the forest floor, unable to stop what was happening as Anthea was almost dead upon impact. You let out a hollow shriek, screaming for him to stop hurting her.

“Y/N!” someone called out, followed by the crashing of woodland underbrush breaking around whoever was running. You were still screaming as Azriel cleared the last fallen log and took in the sight. The male, so enraged, didn’t even turn to see Azriel. Azriel ran to you, wrapping you in his arms, and then a whoosh of cold wind carried you away from the forest.

As always, thank you to the wonderful readers who encourage me to keep writing!

@thatacotargirl @mcuamerica @lilah-asteria @florabelll @fightmedraco @marvelbros-oneshots @mariahoedt @quinzzelx @romantasyreader28 @minnieoo @mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf @annabethgranger123 @krowiathemythologynerd @scatteredstardustt @romantasyreader28

Author's Note:

Due to the sensitive content in this chapter, I have chosen not to tag anyone. Those who requested tags will be tagged in the summary chapter instead.

I understand that rape and sexual assault are deeply troubling and painful topics in our society. I wrestled with the ethics of writing about these themes and considered whether this addition would move the story forward or if it would be better left out. I am aware that some depictions in novels and fanfictions can be harmful, as they may glorify or misuse these themes. That is not my intention at all.

My writing often reflects my journey toward healing and understanding myself in more complex and holistic ways. While I recognize that such writings don't always need to be shared, my connection to these characters, their pasts, and their traumas compelled me to include this subject matter. I frequently ask myself if scenes involving power and control over another character can be portrayed without depicting non-consent or sexual assault. If possible, I avoid these topics altogether. However, I chose to include this scene because of the ongoing systemic oppression of women in these novels, particularly Illyrian women. I aim to do justice to these characters and highlight the complex systems of oppression both in fiction and in our world.

I am still learning how to share my art with others, and my art includes a part of myself. I hope you understand that my intentions are not to use these themes as mere plot devices or for shock value, but rather to serve a greater purpose.

Please take care of yourself and make choices that honor your well-being. Know that you are loved, cared for, and valuable.

Thank you for allowing me to explore this topic. I'll see you in the next part.

[bellabrady]

Agree or disagree?

i love how tumblr blocked the picture 'for my safety' as it may contain 'sensitive or abusive content'-

anyways: might get shit for this but i don't think i agree, actually. yes, i agree that people shouldn't act like buck is more chris' dad than eddie is, 'cause that's weird af. but i don't think you can fault people for focusing more on and being more attached to an unconventional relationship that you don't always see on tv, as opposed to a 'normal' father-son relationship. i mean, who does the fandom get more emotional over? athena and may's relationship? or bobby and may's? the answer is obviously the latter, but that doesn't mean they're saying that relationship contains more love or is generally more important. it doesn't mean the other relationship isn't special as well but i think it's pretty normal for people to tend to get more invested in 'found family' relationships. as long as you don't say that it's above the other relationship, i don't think there's anything wrong with it tbh

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Homicipher OC ( spoiler warning )

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Im still in the progress of finishing the whole chapter of Homicipher and each of the characters endings, which got me thinking on a particular persons overall lore design, which is the mc of the game.

I might get some things wrong and or may mistake some pointers in the game so my bad in advance and i do would like some corrections if i do get some of the mcs lore inaccurate. So that being said the mc, how did they become a serial killer and or urban ghost legend in the game when us in the beginning started off as a normal school girl. Assuming the play through i have finished they for some how developed amnesia when they were a killer, which im trying to make sense how they started off to be that way in the beginning.

Which is probably the main reason why they became a killer in the first place was because of the starting point of homichiper it did mention of them going in the abandoned area because of a dare and or they got pear pressured by there “friends” or got peer pressured, which i assume by maybe some bullies of mc in there school.

So that made me think of making my own lore about the mc. So meet kazika akabane, a student who was peer pressured into going into a hunted abandoned area in which they unfortunately gotten into some very graphic and sensitive dilemmas when they were in the said building. Id like to add in the overall reason why they turned into a killer ghost.

Overall lore of Kazika akabane ( warning: graphic content / age inappropriate )

Kazika never had a privilege life, well in her terms.

Growing up in a mid class family and is at the edge of poverty isn’t really a “recommended” profile to have as student in the academy she is enrolled in.

She was one of the main targets of abuse in her campus, called names, outcasted, alienated, made fun off,and was spread rumors about there own family background, in which contained vulgar and sadistic sexual personal info.

Even if she did try to stand up for her family and herself, she couldn’t… despite the rumors being told everywhere in the campus it was all true, they had to do anything to survive.

Ending up to kazika gaining the well known title as “ That pathetic girl “

Thus her being taken advantage of to any person in that campus that was in her vision. “Friendly” towards her

“Come on kazika, it will be fun” a girl student from an upperclass barked. Her and 2 other male students behind her ganged up in the “support”. Kazika was playing truth or dare with these people, when suddenly when she “picked” dare, she was dared to go into this abandoned area in which was very well known for its haunted and curse encounters.

“I..” kazika hesitated “ can we change the dare… pleas-“ tsk. One of the men behind her scoffed as the girl sighed

“ were already here, if we change it now it would’ve been a waste of time which is pretty “pathetic” of you” she snarled as to gaslight her hesitation.

Kazika was very reluctant to continue this dare, but she wanted to prove herself that she can do this one… just once in her life to stop being pathetic. She started to walk in the abandoned building as the others followed.

they all were in rubble filed room, light barely visible. As they were walking laughter filled the room. Kazika confused turned around delayed when she was shoved into a nearby wall, cause of the force was one of the male students along with them.

Weakened the students took advantage of her vulnerability and started to harass. Restraining her grasp as they took in every piece of her.

Kazika protested as much as she can, but it was no use. She couldn’t do anything but cry for mercy. They continued to entertain themselves as the girl recorded every but of the abuse, laughing hysterically.

And by the end of it the last words she ever heard was “ so cute “

“ … “ she stood still in the same building, same area, same room, towering over bloody corpses she had killed, staring at them…

“ what was i doing again… ” she hummed taking away her attention to the corpses and continued to walk,

Kept walking around the place until she encountered an elevator.

“ weird “ she stared…

“ ….. surprise this elevator still works, even in this building “ she thought as she entered the elevator going down

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Found… You…

Ending : Unraveled Memories

[elaho]

Sebastian’s Immersive Wedding mod is now officially launched and ready to play! 

Explore 2 new wedding-based events with Sebastian, including unique wedding décor options, as well as an intimate (optional) pre-wedding event (**CW**) with Sebastian the night before your wedding ceremony. 

(**CONTENT WARNING**) This mod contains references to neglect/abuse, parental abandonment, depression, toxic family dynamics, trauma, substance abuse, and coarse language. User discretion is advised. See Mod Description on Nexus for more details. 

This mod is based off of my previous wedding outfits mod for Sebastian, Sebastian Dutch-Romanian/Dutch-Vietnamese Wedding Outfits (which as of v1.0.0 is optional). However, the décor is available regardless of whether you have the mod installed or what outfit Sebastian is configured to wear to the ceremony. 

More about this mod:

Sebastian is an INTP who is reserved, morose, and blunt, but also incredibly pensive, thoughtful, and – despite his best efforts to hide it- sensitive and caring. In the beginning, Sebastian comes across as your typical Emo/goth boy who enjoys darkness, isolation, and cryptic communication. But, as we spend more time with Sebastian throughout the game, we see that his ‘loner’ lifestyle isn’t necessarily something he chose for himself – but rather, it was a self-preservation tactic he adopted to survive his family’s toxic dynamic. Throughout your friendship, we see Sebastian reveal more about his family, his life, and past childhood experiences. Once you’re married to him, we do get to see Sebastian slightly more affectionate with the farmer in his dialogue; however, we don’t get to see how Sebastian’s relationship with the farmer influenced any significant (positive) change in his life or see him open up to the farmer in a meaningfully emotional or vulnerable way.

And because we don’t get to see that transformation in-game, unfortunately, the relationship Sebastian has with the farmer often comes across as a co-dependent partnership rather than a healthy, mutually beneficial one. With this mod, I wanted to delve deeper into Sebastian’s character and explore his journey of self-discovery and personal growth throughout his relationship with the farmer (regardless of whether you decided to marry him or not). Though this mod does go into some dark territory, I believe Sebastian’s story is something a lot of people can relate to and have experienced to some degree in their lives [myself included]. There is no magic fix for the complex family problems many of us were born into, and it can be discouraging when (well-meaning) friends or acquaintances insist that there is. It can often feel like we’re alone in our suffering or that no one can understand what we’re going through.

But we’re not alone. And we don’t have to go through our healing journey alone, either.

We may not get to choose our parents or our childhoods, but we can choose how we respond to them. When we do, start taking control of our own lives, find empowerment and responsibility in our own choices, and develop the support network that we need, so that we can create the kind of life we want and deserve for ourselves. It's never an easy journey, but it is a worthwhile one. 

And for Sebastian, facing his painful childhood and upbringing, including the absence of his biological father, is a hard but necessary step in creating the kind of life he wants for himself – one with the farmer by his side, forever.

Enjoy playing! <3 -Elaho