#anyway lemme know if this needs trigger warnings pls

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

airpods

read part two (posted 4/28/24) here!!! wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "bad girl", reader is wearing a denim skirt) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also a really bonkers scenario; funny & angst -- stepcest -- inserting foreign objects -- slighttttt dub-conn-ish summary: (y/n) will only give rivalnewstepbrother!matthew his airpods back if he promises to play a little game with them

ੈ✩‧₊˚ this is a doozy lmao. pretty iconic tho if i do say so myself. i take literally no responsibility for it even tho i am 100% responsible for it. basically just wrote itself while i was in a fever dream-like state so pls enjoy. i think it needs a sequel personally but lemme know what you think!

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest, insertion of foreign object into genitals (reader), kind of dub-conny, lots of taunting teasing and degradation from both characters, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, hints of dom!matt and dom!reader and also sub!matt and sub!reader we really cover the bases and lay some groundwork lmao, lots of swearing and i used the word vagina once it was for something funny not for smut but people can still be triggered by that word so! you are warned.

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“matty, what the actual f*ck are you doing?” you ask as the sight of your dumbass step brother admiring his shirtless reflection in the mirror assaults your eyes.

ever since you met matthew a year and a half ago, every holiday had been ruined by your family constantly comparing you to him. why couldn’t you be more like matt? he’s so passionate and hardworking towards his craft and you’re a waitress at a bar. and not a classy one.

though you don’t see him all that much, you have to share the house with him when he comes home to visit. this particular visit, you and matthew have the house to yourselves for the night— your parents having left this morning for a little new year’s getaway.

matthew’s flexing his (admittedly defined) triceps and dancing around a bit— headphones covering his ears. but when he sees your reflection staring back at him in his bedroom mirror, he jumps in horror.

“WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME!?” he shouts, tearing off his headphones and sprinting across the room to slam the door in your face. “stalker.”

“freak,” you reply childishly, stepping back out of the doorframe to avoid a broken nose. once the door is shut, you knock sweetly.

tap, tap. tap, tap.

matthew opens it, cheeks as red (and canadian) as a pair of macintosh apples. “what do you want?”

“well, i was going to give you back your airpods that i stole yesterday so you didn’t have to wear those clunky headphones anymore, but,” you shake the airpods case in front of you teasingly before placing it back in the pocket of your denim skirt, “i don’t really wanna give them to you anymore after how rude you just were.”

“you—… you stole my airpods!?” matthew exclaims. “i’ve been looking everywhere for them!” 

you shrug. “i guess not everywhere.”

“ugh, you can be such a b—,” matthew starts to curse, but he stops; a little conflicted pout forming on his plush lips. “a b—…”

“you can’t even f*cking say it, can you?” you taunt, pushing matthew’s door open a little further and taking a step inside. “too much of a marshmallow to even swear at me. afraid of hurting my feelings or something, matty?”

“as i’ve said many times before, just matt is fine,” he spits, brows furrowing in frustration. “and i’m not a marshmallow. and, frankly, i don’t give a… shit… about your feelings!”

“cute,” you mock, inching closer to him. your eyes wander down to his torso, a six-pack of well-fed abs staring back at you. “what is it with all the muscles anyway? you think they’ll distract girls from seeing how much of a dumpling you really are?”

“i’m not a dumpling,” matthew huffs through gritted teeth. “and it’s none of your business.”

you consider this for a moment and then nod. “you’re right. it’s none of my business.”

“really? that was easier than—”

“but if it was my business,” you continue, stealing another glance at his chest. your eyes trail down further— waistband of his calvin klein boxers peaking out from his jeans. you hate to admit it, but he’s kind of hot. maybe that wasn’t an entirely appropriate thought to be having about your lameass new step brother, but it was unfortunately the truth. “i’d tell you it isn’t working. not bad to look at though.”

you turn on your heel, starting to walk back out the door when matthew calls, “hey, what about my airpods!?”

“what airpods?” you reply innocently before a smirk darkens your features. you pull the case out of the pocket of your skirt again and wave it in front of him enticingly. “oh, these?”

matthew tries to grab them out of your hand, but you’re too quick— the earbuds back safely in your pocket before he can steal them. his jaw sets, eyes ripe with anger as he pushes the door shut behind you. he inches forward, effectively trapping you between him and the door. “give them the fuck back, you insufferable bitch.”

a wave of desire rushes over you. there’s just something about driving a nice boy over the edge that really does it for you.

and matthew was the nicest of nice boys— and because of that, a giant pain in your ass. but hearing him talk like that as he corners you in; hovering only a couple inches from your face…

“oh—… i—… uh… sorry,” he stutters as he realizes how close he is to you, backing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. matthew blushes again as he looks away from you nervously. 

he’s resumed his dumpling form, but the glimpse of potential lurking underneath was enough to make you want to see more. 

“fine, you can have your airpods back,” you relent with a sigh. “if…”

“if?” he asks, brow raised.

“if you can find where i hide them,” you finish with a proud smile.

“i’m not gonna play that game,” matthew replies with a frown. “besides, this house is huge! you’re gonna make me tear the whole thing up to find something that small? no way.”

“that’s too bad,” you say, shaking your head. “i guess they’re mine now.”

matthew groans. “at least make the playing field more reasonable.”

you tilt your head to the side, a devious plan entering your mind. “i think i can work with that.”

matthew sighs. “i can’t believe i’m entertaining this... but where are you thinking?”

“me,” you answer. “i’m thinking you can search me.”

“like, you’re gonna hide it on your person,” matthew clarifies, ears burning red. “like, in one of your pockets?”

“yeah, exactly,” you hum happily. “my pocket.”

matthew swallows nervously, purposefully avoiding your gaze. “that sounds too easy. there has to be a catch.”

“no catch. it’ll be in my pocket,” you confirm, extending your hand to him. “you just have to find the right one.”

matthew blinks at you, then at your hand. after a moment, he takes it in his own and shakes it. “fine. deal.”

“i’ll be back in a minute then,” you say, throwing open the door and running off to hide the airpods in one of your pockets. 

—

“okay, so it’s not in your hoodie pockets,” matthew deduces after reaching a tentative hand in each one and coming up empty. “that means it’s in one of these pockets?”

you smile at him encouragingly as he blinks nervously at you, gesturing to your denim skirt. 

“why are you making me do this?” matthew laments dramatically. “aren’t you, like… uncomfortable with me touching you and stuff?”

“not at all,” you reply with a smirk. “i do get a lot of enjoyment out of making you uncomfortable though.”

“so i gathered,” he says, starting to reach for one of your back pockets. “is it okay if i—.”

“just do it already,” you interject, rolling your eyes.

“okay, okay,” matthew says, reaching his hand down the pocket. “sue me for trying to be a gentleman.”

he pulls out his hand. it’s empty. 

matthew reaches down your other back pocket, again finding nothing.

“should probably check the front,” you offer contentedly. 

“thanks for the hint,” matthew huffs, walking back around to face you. cautiously, he sticks his fingers down your left, front pocket— moving them side to side before removing them. “are you f*cking with me? you didn’t even hide them, did you!?”

his rough tone sends another wave of excitement through you, but you force a little pout. “i can’t believe you think i wouldn’t play by the rules, matty.”

he sticks his fingers unceremoniously in the last pocket, coming up empty yet again. “then where the f*ck are they!?”

you tilt your head cutely, basically euphoric over how much you’re riling him up. “in my pocket.”

“i just looked through all your pockets! they’re not—…” matthew stops yelling, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes widen in total disbelief. “wait… you—… you don’t mean…”

“ding, ding, ding,” you reply with a malicious smirk. “you know, you’re smarter than you look.”

“you—… you put my airpods up your VAGINA!?” matthew yells: confused, horrified and impressed all at the same time.

you shrug. “i’ve had bigger.”

matthew is silent as you walk over to his bed and sit down, spreading your legs just a bit.

“well, the deal’s still on,” you offer, placing your hands behind you and leaning back onto them casually. “if you can find them, they’re yours.”

“you—… you want me to…” matthew stammers, eyes locked on your denim skirt. “to...”

“you don’t have to,” you assert, pulling up your skirt to reveal your bare core to him. his lips part, eyeing your center like it’s the forbidden fruit. and it kind of is. “if you don’t want to.”

“this is ridiculous,” matthew says breathily in a way that tells you that, though this may very well be a ridiculous thing to be happening right now, he’s a bit enticed by it all. he walks toward you, pushing you back a bit further onto the bed with one hand to expose your heat more. “this is absolutely f*cking…”

he kneels down on the hardwood floor between your legs, one hand finding each of your thighs and prying them further apart. he grabs your hips, pulling your naked core closer to his face. you hope he doesn’t notice you clench around his airpods at the man-handling.

matthew swallows hard as he examines every inch of you. scandalized eyes and bottom lip drawn between his teeth, you can basically hear his conflicting, depraved thoughts.

“i really hate you, you know that?” he asks rhetorically, licking his lips as your walls pulse again. he stuffs a finger up you suddenly, pushing it in further and further until he’s tapping on the case of his airpods. “if you’ve been looking for a reason that your whole family likes me better than you, i think both of our searches can end with this.”

the tiniest whimper escapes you at the degradation. it’s exactly what you’d been waiting for. 

matthew looks up at you, knuckle-deep in your pussy. his lips part in shock at the sound. “did you--... did you just...”

“are you going to take it out, or what?” you reply, maintaining your rude, slightly bored disposition.

he looks back at your center, moving his finger to try to hook around the case and wiggle it out of you. it doesn’t budge. he inserts another finger into you, stretching your walls out in hopes that the case might come out with more space.

it stays put.

“it’s not coming out,” matthew says, panic in his eyes. “what did you do, gorilla glue it to your cervix?”

“i didn’t even know you knew that word,” you snort, averting his gaze. “i guess you’ll have to find a way to loosen it then.”

matthew’s eyes bulge. “and how the hell am i supposed to do that!?”

“hm, i dunno,” you muse, locking eyes with him again. “don’t they always say to put butter on your arm to make it slippery if it’s stuck in something?”

“you want me to put butter in your...” matthew trails off as he thinks more about your suggestion. “slippery?”

“yeah,” you reply with a nod, desperately trying to maintain your dominance. “you know, like... wet.”

“wet...” he repeats again, eyes meeting your cunt again. “you want me to make you... oh.”

“just a thought,” you shrug off.

matthew shakes his head quickly. “but, we can’t--... i can’t--”

“why can’t you?” you ask, tapping his bare chest with your toes. “oh, i remember now! it’s because you’re a f*cking marshmall--”

matthew’s hands grip your thighs roughly as he pulls your pussy even closer to his face. he licks a long, teasing stripe up through your folds-- ending and circling at your clit. 

this time you don’t hide your moan.

“what was that?” matthew taunts, one eyebrow arching in amusement. “feel good?” 

it does feel good-- better than you could’ve imagined matthew’s tongue would feel against you. you nod, moving your hips to try to push your core even closer to him. he slaps your right thigh hard, warning you wordlessly not to make a fuss. it just makes you need to fuss more, but he reattaches his tongue to your cunt anyway.

he laps at your clit with such dedication that you’re crying out within a couple of minutes-- begging him for more.

“pl--please,” you whine, hand running through his hair and pulling it from the base. “wanna cum on your tongue.”

“f*cking hell,” he moans into your core, the vibration sending more waves of pleasure through you. he closes his eyes as he starts to rhythmically suck on your bundle of nerves, only coming up for air to say, “how can you be so desperate with a pussy this perfect?”

“matty, i--”

“didn’t i tell you not to f*cking call me that,” he growls, inserting a finger into your now dripping cunt. “so this is what you wanted, huh? stole my airpods just so you could cum all over my fingers? you’re such a bad girl, (y/n).”

you’re right on the edge, just a few seconds more and you’ll be moaning matthew’s name like a prayer.

but then you feel it.

matthew’s finger latches around the now lubricated airpod case-- pulling it free from your warmest pocket as he detaches his lips from around your clit. you stare at him helplessly, the denial of your orgasm leaving you so frustrated you’re rendered speechless.

how could you have let him get the upper hand on you?

“but i guess you forgot,” he says with a smirk, standing up and walking toward the door. “bad girls don’t get to cum.”

you blink silently at him once. twice. matthew holds open the door, pointing into the hallway.

“now get out of my room.”

[birdo-is-here]

woop woop

word count is about 600 words, short and (not very) sweet this one

trigger warnings for animal harm, and some blood as well. Also some stuff with paranoia?? not sure if that needs to be tagged but yeah, if i missed any lemme know pls /srs

ends a bit abruptly this one but wehh

Kitsch studied the Deer across the room from him, as he had been for a couple cycles now. He was still trying to figure out how exactly it got here.

Maybe he was hallucinating now. That would certainly explain a lot. Nevermind how real it felt and acted.

It chewed at the wooden floorboards as if there were grass there. Add that to his list of evidence that it wasn’t real. Deers don’t do that. Deers don’t typically end up in a hotel room a few floors up, regardless of any given time loop.

Robotically, he sat up, his gaze still fixated on the animal. It flicked an ear in acknowledgement of his movement, but showed little other reaction. Yeah, he’d take that as more evidence. He stood up, out of bed, with a groan. His bones creaked and ached from the lack of use. Everything got slightly more blurry. He didn’t mind, this happened a lot.

He slowly approached the Deer. It finally raised its head as he approached, regarding him impassively. He extended a hand to it, feeling the too-long, wolf-like fur along its neck. It felt real. It felt real. But how did he know?

His grip tightened on it, nails digging into the skin under the thick fur, hand pulling at the hair itself. For a second, the Deer still showed no reaction, almost convincing him of his suspicions.

Then it opened its jaw, and it had a full set of canine teeth. Suddenly, those teeth were in the space between his neck and his left shoulder, biting into him with an iron grip.

Kitsch let out a cry of agony, his hand pulling chunks of fur out as it was retracted from the animal, trying to pull his body away. He felt its hold tighten in response— –

Kitsch awoke in his bed again, another loop wasted. His shoulder was newly healed – well, ehh, not quite. It was never struck in the first place now, technically. Still, the phantom pain remained, as it would for perhaps a couple more hours now.

Strange. Hallucinations aren’t usually able to kill you. Or at least, severely wound you. He looked to the Deer — Yep, still there. It was watching him now, perhaps a little cautiously. The fur on the side of its neck was still matted and slightly bloodied.

Wait, no. That. Didn’t make sense. How was it still injured?

He sat up again, and this time its ears pricked up attentively. He decided not to move any more, just in case it chose to run off instead of attacking him again. He didn’t want it to leave yet.

Surely, it couldn’t be real. That wouldn’t make any sense. He’d been stuck in this time loop for how long and never once had he even seen a deer like this one. Aside from the unnatural things about it – the pure white eyes, the long fur, the teeth – he was quite certain this type of deer was from Africa. He was in Canada.

“... How are you real..?” His voice was hardly a whisper, tinted with confusion and even a little fear. Maybe this was some trick. Surely. It had to be. That was the only explanation.

The Deer made little response. As it always did. It still seemed to be on high alert.. He wondered if it could understand him… Probably not. He scoffed a little at the thought, in hindsight. Yeah, most likely not. It’s an animal.

“I… Apologise. I thought you.. weren’t real” He wasn’t entirely sure why he chose to apologise anyway. Perhaps he was desperate to find humanity in this thing.

Very desperate, in fact, because he could have sworn he saw it relax, ever so slightly.

[navegandoaciegas]

Cotton candy: sharing is caring

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Sugar Daddy AU)

Warnings: smut, explicit language, age gap, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Steve x Sam, double penetration, oral, anal and vaginal sex, face sitting, rimming, hair pulling, dirty talk, mentions of choking, unprotected sex with multiple partners (pls don’t do that, use protection always!!!), creampie. Reader calls Bucky “daddy” but there’s no actual daddy kink. Also fuzzy feelings and soft!Bucky. 18+

Summary: Whatever his princess desires, he always makes sure she gets it. Especially if what she wants are Sam and Steve.

A/N: english is my third language so forgive any mistakes. Also, do we like the moodboard?

Getting paid to spend time with a man wasn’t how you pictured your post grad life, yet here you are, feet dangling out of James’ yacht, the artificial lights of Monte Carlo’s skyscrapers reflecting in the waters beneath you.

Richness suits you, Wanda always tells you, and you thank her everyday for introducing you to the world of sugar babies. James is handsome, and sweet, and in the moments of clarity when you put your fears aside, you know you’d be with him even if he wasn’t paying you to. 

Your new lavish lifestyle is easy to get accustomed to: James has more money than he knows what to do with, and you’re the one he likes to spend it on. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to go back to packaged ramen and cheap mac’n’cheese, not after tasting 300 dollars steaks, anyways. The gruelling shifts at the diner you worked at to pay your students loans are a distant (and unpleasant) memory, now that he’s paid all the debts off. 

Anything for my babygirl, it’s what he always tells you, and so far he’s kept his promise.

You know he’d give you the world if you asked for it, you see it in the way he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars, in the way he clings to you after a nightmare and you, only you, always you, can ground him back to reality.

The sea is too cold at night for you to dive in, so you opt for a quick dip in the warm waters of the pool in the cockpit instead. 

You hum softly, towel in hand, as you pad barefoot across the deck, content with the gentle sway of the waves and the bright lights of the pier. As you’re about to reach the pool, you stop dead in your tracks behind the corner when the sound of barely suppressed moans reaches your ears. You know you shouldn’t, but you peek your head anyways.

You swallow hard, feeling heat pool in your core at the sight of Steve and Sam, James’ friends, sharing a heated kiss. Drops of water dripping from his long blonde hair to the hard planes of his abs, Steve looks like you’d imagine Poseidon himself would. Sam’s hands roam all over his body, feet dangling in the pool, flexing the powerful muscles of his thick thighs, his skin glistening in the soft moonlight.

You should tear your eyes away from them, turn back and walk away, but you’re rooted on the spot, each of their sounds shooting straight to your cunt. 

“You can have them, if you want.” a voice startles you, “I know they want you, they’ve told me.” 

You almost jump out of your skin, so focused on the men before you haven’t heard James approach you.

His hot breath sends tingles down your spine, the soft hair of his abs rubs against your back. His presence, his smell, the crystal blue of his eyes swallowed by darkness, everything about him is intoxicating, and you can’t bring yourself to utter a single word.

“I know you too want ‘em, princess.” he murmurs, hands clutching your waist, his stubble grazing the skin of your neck,  “What do I alway tell you?”

James’ hand, his metal hand, slides in your bikini, caressing your mound, a sweet torture, his fingers so close, yet so far from where you need them.

“Whatever you want.” is your response, barely above a whisper, your breath hitching when he dips in your dripping folds, your back arching in his chest, and the grunt that escapes him when your ass rubs against his hard on is downright pornographic.

He hums, fingers circling your bud, your own toes curling, his cock straining in his swim trunks. You can’t tear your eyes away from Sam, his heaving chest, his hand in Steve’s hair, guiding his head as he bops up and down his length, wishing you were the one sucking him off. 

They don’t know you’re there, and that makes looking at them all the more exhilarating.

It’s wrong, and you should feel bad, but you don’t, not when the lewd sounds of Sam’s pleasure mix in with the waves of the sea, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard a more beautiful melody. James swirls his fingers around your entrance, dipping in your wet pussy, and when he crooks his metal fingers inside you, you can’t stop the wanton moan that escapes you, before he slaps his flesh hand on your mouth, silencing you. 

You’re panting, writhing under his touch, bucking your hips wildly while his fingers keep sliding in and out of you, the coil in your core getting tighter with each stoke. 

“Be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s fingers, and I’ll let you have ‘em.” he promises, and the prospect of Steve and Sam fucking you like you alway wanted is enough to trigger your orgasm, body shaking as white hot pleasure engulfs you whole, leaving you breathless. 

You watch in a daze as Sam cums with a groan, and Steve swallows it all, and all you can think about is how you can’t wait to have them both.

-

Alcohol flows in your veins, the right amount to help you loosen up your tense muscles, take your minds off of any worry. Your heart is beating out of its cage, anticipation and arousal mixing together.

“Remember that we can stop whenever you want us to, you don’t have to finish this if you don’t want to, okay?” James reassures you, hands caressing your shoulders, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

You inhale sharply, and nod. You want this. You want them.

“I know, and I trust you.”, you smile at him, because you do, you trust him with your life, and you take his hand in yours, kissing the back of it.

With one last soft look, he lingers a few more seconds before settling down on the far end of the couch, powerful thighs spread open. 

“Touch her.” he commands, and they obey.

Hands hesitantly stroking your body, soft brush of Steve’s lips. You shudder, your nipples stiffening under your swarovski dress, and he gains the confidence to touch you more firmly. Sam kisses your neck, pecking and nipping the skin, careful not to leave marks. He doesn’t need James throwing him off board, he reasons. 

You’re naked in a heartbeat, your shiny dress falling on the ground with one sweeping motion. You bend down to take your shoes off, your newest pair of Jimmy Choos, but a hand stops yours as you fumble with the strap. 

“Keep ‘em, please.”, Steve mumbles, delicately tracing from your ankles to the bridge of your feet, enthralled by your soft skin and pretty nail polish. He brings his face down, lips grazing the insides of your calves, tracing their way up to your inner thighs, his hot breath fanning over your skin until it reaches your hot core. He kisses between your legs, teasing you when his nose brushes against your swollen cunt, and your whole body quivers.

Warmth settles in your lower belly with Steve's shy caresses, Sam’s rough gropes on your breasts, James’ eyes on you. You’re burning up under his intense gaze, his flesh hand palming his cock through his briefs as he watches his friends touch his best girl. 

There’s fire in his eyes when he stands, tall and intimidating, and harshly grabs your jaw, slanting his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. You hiss. Teeth roughly bite down on your bottom lip, and you taste metal on your tongue. He presses down on your cheeks, and spits in your mouth, and you swallow like the good slut he always says you are.

“Please daddy.” you whine, pushing James away.

“Please what, princess?”, he taunts you, reveling in the way you squirm and pant, a light sheen of sweat coating your pretty face, glossy lips all swollen.

“I need more, please.” you beg, grinding your core on Sam’s thighs, desperate to soothe the throbbing ache inside you, his hands on your hips guiding you as you ride his leg.

He chuckles, but takes pity on you. “Do you want Steve to eat your pussy, babygirl?”, he coos you, caressing your head. 

You bob your head up and down, a wide smile spreading on your face.

“Look how eager this little slut is.” Sam chuckles, pinching your ass.

“Lay down, let her sit on your face.” he instructs, and Steve obediently complies, laying on the couch, the hard muscles of his abs flexing with each movement, your hunger for him growing with every bulge, every vein, every hair on his chest.

“C’mere, lemme taste you.” he murmurs, cheeks blushed, pupils blown wide and mouth watering at the prospect of tasting you, “I bet you taste as sweet as you look”. 

You straddle his face, hovering mere inches away from him; he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on him, leaving open mouthed kisses on your inner thigh, ascending until he delves in your glistening folds, humming appreciatevely, “Fuck, you taste better than I thought.” Flattening his tongue he licks wide stripes from your entrance to your clit, your arousal coating his beard. You grind your hips on his face, fucking yourself as you stare into James’ eyes, your moans and his grunts filling the room. 

Behind you, Sam fumbles with Steve’s belt, taking his cock out and stroking him, and after mere seconds, the pretty blonde boy underneath you moans loudly just like you do, the vibration reverberating into your channel. You feel your walls throb intensely, and you cry out when Steve closes his mouth on your clit and sucks hard, pain and pleasure weaving together. 

Teeth close down on the flesh of your ass, and you yelp in pain. Two hands knead you, spreading you wide open, before a finger pushes past your tight hole, slowly and delicately sliding in and out. 

“You have such a nice tight ass, pretty girl.” Sam grunts, dipping another in and stretching you.

You should feel shame, riding a man’s face while one fingers your ass under another’s gaze, but you don’t. You only feel the coil build up in your cunt, and all it takes for it to release is another swipe of his tongue on your clit, and you cum with a cry, your hot release gushing on Steve’s face.

Sam’s strong arms support you as you ride out your orgasm, and you hear James’ voice coo you, praising his good girl, his pretty little slut, “So good for us.”, “So perfect for me.”

Sam dips down to kiss Steve’s face, his beard and mouth sticky with your release, enjoying your taste on him as he sucks him clean.

“Can I fuck her?” Steve asks, voice husky, looking at Sam expectantly.

“I’ll go first.”, he responds, “On your hands and knees, sugar.” 

You do as told, exposing yourself to them, not an ounce of shame left in you. You’ve never felt more beautiful, more desired, more comfortable in your own skin.

Sam smacks your ass and grabs you roughly, so different from Steve’s feather like touches, “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.” 

“Don’t brag beforehand, sweetie.” you chuckle, eyes boring in James’, the only one who can ever give you the type of pleasure that has you walk funny for days on end.

“When have you ever seen Steve walk straight, honestly?”

You and James both roll your eyes. “Just fuck me already.” 

“Alright, you needy little slut. No need to be rude.”, he says, slapping your ass again and again until you feel a bruise form, “You watch.” he orders Steve, “And you won’t touch yourself unless I tell you so.”

Steve lets out a whine, but nods anyways, although his eyes are full of tears and his cock is straining painfully, desperate for a release.

James is enjoying watching his friends fuck his girl more than he should, more than is be normal, but he can’t find it in himself to care, not when you moan in so much pleasure.

Sam lines himself up with your entrance and slams into you all at once, your walls accommodating his girth and throbbing around it. He sets a punishing pace, his thick cock hitting your cervix, and it hurts but you don’t care, because the pleasure is greater than the pain.  

“Please, fuck me harder.” you beg, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, feeling an orgasm near already, “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

“You like it when I fuck you hard, huh?” he grunts, “You like my big fuckin’ cock inside you?”

He pulls your hair, making you arch your back even deeper, and starts pounding inside you faster and harder than before. He dips a thumb inside your rim, and enjoys the sight of his cock slamming in and out of you, and the sound of your sobs.

“I want you to fuck her mouth.” he commands, and Steve doesn’t need to be told twice before he sits down before you.

“Please Steve, use my fuckin’ mouth, make me choke on that fat cock.” you urge him, hands stroking his cock.

Steve blushes at your words and gently kisses your forehead, before he snakes a hand around your neck, and you part your lips, tongue lapping at his head. He groans, tightening his hold on you when you take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and swallowing him until the tip hits the back of your throat.

He’s big, even bigger than James, and you struggle with his girth, your jaw aching terribly as you bob your head up and down. Kudos to Sam for doing this on the daily, you muse.

Sam keeps on pummeling your pussy, and Steve holds you down, his cock suffocating you. You gag, air not reaching your lungs anymore, but he doesn’t relent, fucking your mouth ruthlessly.

“Fuck.” he groans, so lost in pleasure he’s not the sweet man you know anymore, “You’re such a good little slut, taking our cocks so well.”

He snaps his hips further down your throat, tears and saliva dribbling down your face, eyes bulging out of your face as you hold onto his thighs for dear life. 

A sound between a growl and a moan escapes him, and before you have time to realize it, he slants himself inside you again, and cums in your mouth, his heady taste coating your tongue, leaving you breathless.

Sam pulls you down, and purrs on your lips as Steve’s release drools out of your mouth and into his, the image of his cum on Sam’s lips so lewd you could come at the sight of it.

You feel yourself get close, your pussy aching for a release, but before you’re able to cum, Sam yanks you back and pulls out of you, and you whine in protest as he lays down.

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not done with you yet.”

His hands guide you as you straddle him and sink on his cock again with ease, your slick dripping down your thighs and covering him too. You steady yourself on his chest and start bouncing your ass up and down his length, before you get struck by the idea to try something you’ve never done before. 

“Daddy?” you mewl, “Can you fuck me too? Can you give me that big fuckin’ cock? I want you to fuck my tight little asshole, please.”, you beg through each sob that escapes you as Sam pounds into you, pleading through lidded eyes.

James feels like he could cum just hearing your soft voice begging to be fucked, and because he can’t refuse you anything, he nods. He was done letting them fuck you alone anyways.

“I can’t believe you’re such a whore.” Sam chuckles underneath you, stilling inside you as James lowers his face between your cheeks, observing the way his friend’s cock stretches your pussy, your walls tightly gripping him. 

“You trust me?” he rasps, “I promise you’ll like what I want to do to you, babygirl.”

You can’t find the words in you, so you just nod your consent.

Sam and you both curse, eyes rolling to the back of your head when James licks a stripe from his cock to your puckered hole. He gives it all he’s got, swirling his tongue around your rim and poking inside, stretching you with his fingers. 

You almost black out when you cum again, never in your life having felt so much pleasure all at once, your pussy clenching on Sam’s cock, holding him in a vice so tight that he himself wonders how he hasn’t exploded yet. James caresses your back as you come down from your high, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, his metal fingers running soothing circles on your shoulders. 

He lines himself behind you, and you yelp when he pushes inside your rim, relishing in the way your hole stretches around his girth with every agonizingly slow thrust.

The coil inside you gets tighter with each obscene sound of their balls slapping against you, each squelch of your wetness, each time Steve pants touching himself.

“Faster, please.” you beg.

“You like when daddy fucks your asshole, huh? You like being full of cock, you little slut.”, James teases you, “Will you let Steve use you too, princess?”

“Yes, yes, please.” you moan, ass bouncing on their cocks, their hands everywhere on your body, “Please Steve, I want you to fuck my pussy.”, you beg, hands reaching for him as he switches places with Sam, a wide grin on both their faces.

Steve’s cock reaches new places inside you, and you feel yourself about to faint each time his tip hits that sweet, spongy spot inside you, the need to relieve yourself of the tight knot in your belly growing stronger with each passing minute.

Harsh thrusts, bruising grips on your tender skin, someone bites on your shoulder, someone sucks on your toes, someone pulls your hair. You’re overwhelmed, lost in pleasure, barely registering what is going on around you as they pass you around like a ragdoll, their little slut. A hand clamps down on your neck, vision going spotty around the edges, tears streaming down your face. 

They pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you lose count, too fucked out and in pure bliss, a loud ring in your ears, no longer feeling the muscles in your lower stomach. Your pussy aches delightfully, tingling and throbbing and clenching and clamping down on their cocks, the couch soiled with your release and theirs.

You mewl at the emptiness you feel when they pull out of you and their cum streams out of your abused holes. You find yourself on your back, legs spread wide open, James’ arms around you, thick ropes of cum dribbling out of your cunt, Steve’s eyes trained on it before he digs in, eating you out with more passion than before, licking you clean of your slick and theirs, the room filled with the slurping noises he makes and the sobs that escape you, overstimulated and exhausted.

“I know you got another one in you sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” James coos you, peppering your jaw with soft kisses, “Just one more, I know you can do this.”

Steve sucks hard on your clit, and you cry out as one more wave of pleasure engulfs you, jolts of electricity jerking your body, your eyes rolling to the back of your neck, your release hitting him straight in the face.

You’re all spent and satisfied, lying on the couch in each other’s embrace, Sam spooning Steve, Steve clinging to your leg while you scratch his scalp, your head resting on James’ chest. 

-

He tries to commit this moment of bliss to memory, your blissed out face and the warmth you exude antidotes to the darkness that swallows him whole sometimes.

After years of barely staying afloat, being dragged beneath the surface, never enough to drown completely, just enough to claw at his throat and gasp for air, he feels himself coming back to life, slowly but surely, whenever he is with you. 

There’s forces that smother him, pull him under anytime he resurfaces again. It’s waking up in a pool of blood on the cold concrete every night, it’s the freight car derailing each time, the twisted metal panels of his car, the bright lights of ambulances and fire trucks, the sterile smells of gauzes and the bitter taste of blood. It’s the spoils of his marriage, the looks of indifference to his pain, the horror in her eyes upon seeing his bandaged stump, the touch starved shell of a man he’d become. It’s the haunting memory of walking in on his bestfriend fucking her in his own bed, the relieved look on her face that he’d finally caught them, it’s finding out that everyone knew. Everyone except for him.

But you, you’re the first breath of fresh air after drowning for so long, the spark that lights his fire again. You are the beacon of hope that it might be worth living to see another day.

And so, he obeys to your every whim, and he spoils you rotten. His babygirl gets what she wants, whenever she wants it.

Sometimes you ask for pretty dresses, shiny heels and designer bags; occasionally, you wish for the white sand of the Maldives to tickle your feet, or the warm springs of Iceland to soothe your sore muscles.

Other times, you don’t say it, and some things are better left unspoken, but he sees it in your eyes, the burning desire you try to hide behind downcast gazes and polite smiles, the way your breath hitches and you clench your thighs. He’s bothered by it, to some extent, because he wishes to be the only one you look that way, but he knows you don’t belong to him. Not in the way that matters, anyway. 

And maybe it’s better like that, considering how things ended with the last one.

Sometimes you want other lovers, and he let’s you have them.

It’s not love, he chants like a mantra, it’s companionship for him, and convenience for you. A pretty, smart, young woman like you wouldn’t even spare him a second glance if he didn’t shower you in money. 

It’s not love, but it sure feels like it. At least on his part it does.

“Daddy?” you whisper, Sam and Steve’s soft snores resonating in his ears.

He hums, a content bliss settling on his face whenever you’re in his arms.

“Thank you.”

The smile he gives you is the most precious gift you’ll ever receive. 

“Anything for you, princess.”

And he means it.

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Ladies, Gentlemen, and and Peeps...

I bring to you...

A drunk (human) reader gets ambushed by a creep- and Kai intervenes...

⚠️WARNING: HAS THEMES OF ASSAULT THAT MAY BE DISTURBING TO SOME- IF ITS TRIGGERING, PLS DO NOT READ⚠️

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You stumbled out of the side-door to Whitmore Bar with a giggle. You’d had a chaotic day- what with all the troubles the Mystic Falls Gang get into repeatedly, so a drink or two, or fifteen definitely helped you feel way better. Not to mention that nasty spat you and Kai had since he basically killed Luke.

But now you were in the alley, and you could barely even remember how you got there. Despite that, you knew you had to get home. Where was home again?

You forgot. You felt a shiver of... unease. You looked behind you, and suddenly felt cold at the sight of a stranger in a hoodie. Why? Why you? Why when you were like this? It was just your luck...

You tried to walk faster, almost losing your balance, but to someone who wasn’t drunk- you were barely walking at all.

“You okay there?” The stranger’s voice rang out, and you felt your heart start to pick up its pace... it was a man. A creep.

You waved your hand, your voice shaky, “I’m fine.”

“I can help you get home if you want...” His voice was closer, he was closer. All of a sudden, he was right behind you.

“Get away.” You tried to sound threatening, but you only slurred your words.

“I’m just making sure you’re okay.” His hands went to your sides, and you let out a yelp. You struggled, trying to get out of his grasp, but they only tightened.

You shouted, suddenly sober but now at a disadvantage. “Get off! Get away!!”

He snarled, his arm going to your neck in a chokehold, “Shut the hell up!”

“No! No, stop it!” You whimpered, tears coming to your eyes as you jerked against him and kicked the air. His other hand went to your shirt, ripping it down. You screamed as loud as you could, moving, fighting against, doing anything you could to get him away. It was all futile. His arm only tightened around your neck, somewhat silencing your sobs as you gasped for air. His hand went to grip your breast, and you could feel the darkness creeping in... you were going to pass out- but you couldn’t- you needed to fight. You needed... to... fight.... “No...” Your eyes started to flutter shut.

Something moved. The grip on you pulled away, and you gasped and coughed as air returned to your lungs. You fell to the ground, sobs and tears escaping you in both relief and shock at what just happened. You backed up, looking up to see Kai. He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger, eyes tearing up as his mouth was slightly open at the sight of you so hurt.

You looked away in shame, covering your chest with a wince. Of course, there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of. And even though you knew it wasn’t your fault, for some reason, you felt like it was...

Kai turned, his eyes murderous at the man he’d flung away with a spell. At first, he ignored the cry. But when he heard it again, and imagined who could be hurt- he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. After all, new emotions were spurring him on. He could help- and so he would. When he saw it was you... sobbing on the floor with panic... his heart broke.

You looked up at Kai, seeing him walk over to the man who’d assaulted you. The man’s hoodie fell back, revealing some middle aged man... he glared up at Kai.

“What the hell man?” The guy stood, his eyes narrowing at Kai.

Kai scowled, stalking over with a glare that made the guy’s mad expression fall. The Gemini Coven Leader held out his hand, making the guy groan and fall back to his knees. Your tears dried, and you looked on with a slight gasp.

He made his fingers clench into a fist, making the perpetrator gasp for air. Gasp, just like you did... He pulled his fist inward, dragging the guy closer to his person. Kai pulled his fist back, causing the guy to momentarily catch his breath before he punched him in the face. He gripped the random guy’s collar, punching him again. And again. And again. He pushed him to the floor, and when he tried to get up, he only kicked his side. Twice. Three times. Four times. Kick. Kick. Kai knelt over him, punching him once more before standing.

You watched, passive and calm. Slowly, you processed everything that was happening. You honestly didn’t mind if Kai killed him, because if that random man had targeted you... there’s no telling who else he hurt. And a guy like that deserved to die. To hell with what everybody considered ‘moral’.

Kai looked down at him, struggling to breathe, laying still. Even then, Kai’s anger wasn’t quelled one bit. He held his hand out, cocking his head with a smirk as the guy looked up with a pleasing look, “Please. Don’t...”

“Incendia.”

The man on the floor was all of a sudden on fire. He thrashed around, his screams bringing a grin to Kai Parker’s bloody face.

He was dead now. You shuddered at the cold, your teeth shattering involuntarily.

Kai’s eyes widened, looking back and melting at the sight of you. He ran over immediately, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you. “(Y/N)... you must be freezing.”

You lightly scoffed, “How’d you figure?”

Kai smiled, glad to see you still had your sarcasm. He helped you up, your dry tears causing a slight frown to his pink lips. His bloody-knuckled hands cradled your cheeks, looking down at you with a regretful expression. “If I had gotten here sooner...”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have-“

“Hey... don’t. It’s nobody’s fault but his.”

You both glanced over to the dead man, and you couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of him. You let out a slight sob, your face slightly scrunching up as you cried, “I was so scared...”

“You’re safe now.” He shushed you, holding your sobbing form close to him as he rested his chin on your head. He couldn’t help but let out a tear in reaction, thanking a God he didn’t even believe in that you were safe. “You’re safe...”

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What did y’all think? It hurt my soul just writing this since I’ve been through similar happenings- but I did it! Anyways, lemme know your thoughts :3

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Them

Hey shout out to the stim discord for causing this :). Specifically @demonicpumpkin for challenging me. 

Anyways, trigger warnings involved are a trans man giving birth (trans rights gordon bitches) mentioned thoughts of abortion, mentioned child death/murder and an actual murder on screen, which is not the child luckily. Unluckily, it is Gordon’s spouse so... 

Also this was? Weird. The writing style is super weird and different for me so uhhh pls lemme know if you liked it. 

Gordon wondered if he was making the right choice here. 

In the end, he didn’t think he really had a choice. Joshua was important, and they were going to hurt his son. 

Even if he loved them with his entire heart, he couldn’t excuse that. 

The burning pain in his thighs as he ran, clinging to Joshua’s small form as he did, hoping to god that they would fall into the trap, that they wouldn’t realize until it was too late for them. 

That’s all he could do. 

Gordon crossed the barrier, and continued to run, hoping in everything that it would work. 

Despite it all, when Gordon realized he was pregnant with Joshua, he was elated. He had always wanted a family, and with them? It would have been perfect. There would be nothing that could have dropped his elation in that moment. 

But they managed it. 

A family? They asked. That’s too much. We don’t need a child. Get rid of it. 

Get rid of it, they had said. 

And Gordon refused. Over and over, again and again, protecting Joshua with his life if he had to. 

They never hurt him. No, they would never do that. But over and over again, and Gordon began to fear. 

He gave birth alone in the hospital, and feared bringing him home. 

What if they hurt him? What if they took his child from him? 

It wasn’t their child, not the two of them. Joshua was Gordon’s and Gordon’s alone. 

The trap triggered. They screamed, agony in their voice, and Gordon clung tighter to Joshua as he began to whimper in response. “It’s alright, You’re okay.” He murmured, rocking Joshua slowly as the eldritch being behind him crumbled to pieces. 

Gordon shook, falling to his knees. 

They had. 

Gordon was right. 

They had tried to hurt Joshua, and Gordon refused to let it happen. Leave, he said, over and over, but they refused, and eventually, they did. They hurt Gordon, they hurt Joshua, and Gordon knew enough was enough. 

He didn’t care what happened to him, but Joshua was the most important thing in his life now. 

Gordon felt them die, felt the earth shake around him, and he cried. He cried, not for the death now, but the death he had not seen before, months before, when Gordon had been so excited, the family starting, and they had turned cold. 

The thing Gordon had killed now was not the being he fell in love with. That’s who Gordon mourned, the being that had laughed and held him through the nights, the one he had danced under the stars with when they were younger, bright and full of life, before they had turned bitter to him. 

Perhaps that was the problem with dating an eldritch being. They were always more than you, so much more, to the point they didn’t seem to care about you sometimes. 

Gordon didn’t regret it. He had the memories, he had Joshua. 

And as they finally died, a final scream turning to dust and ash, Gordon stood, clinging to Joshua, trying to stem his tears for the walk back home. This was over. It was over, everything was okay. It would be, it had to be. 

Gordon pretended that he didn’t feel the whole in his heart burning. 

When he realized he wasn’t human anymore, that Joshua took after their other parent, and that Gordon had been dragged down with them, not that he minded, he wondered if it was a final blessing, or a final curse. They could have gone either way, in the end, and Gordon decided it was better not to know. 

And finally, standing on Xen, staring up at the large form of Benrey, Gordon couldn’t stop the tears coming to his eyes at the memories. No one mentioned it, not that he thought they could, that he was sobbing as they ran, silent tears streaking down his dirty face at the memories, as he set about to kill the second eldritch being in his life. 

[stricken-with-clairvoyancy]

Prinxiety fic recs

Hey everyone, I know isolation is difficult, and a good majority of the fandom use fics as an escape mechanism, so hopefully some people can get a kick out of some of these. As my blog title suggests, I mostly just consume prinxiety content, so this list is for any prinxiety stans out there. Feel free to add on with your own fics or recs, regardless of ship! All fics are completed unless stated otherwise, to avoid giving anyone WIPlash. :)

First up, literally anything by the Queen of Prinxiety (and stunning writing in general) @coconut-cluster. Hers was one of the first blogs who’s writing I got really invested in, and her writing is like the equivalent of snuggling into a warm blanket in the sunshine. It’s good stuff y’all. Writing masterlist If you’re overwhelmed by how many incredible stories she’s written though, I gotchu fam, here are some of my favourites to get you started: Sciamachy, My dreams made music in the night, Snowball fight

Powerless by @impatentpending . One of the best stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading, better than most published literature I daresay. Seriously it’s just,,, so good!!! If you haven’t read it yet I highly recommend you do. You’ve got morally grey villains, you’ve got wit, you’ve got a hoverbike named Brendon Urie. It’s an all round good time, except when, you know, it’s angsty.

The To Love And Be Loved series by @virgilsjourney It’s so soft!!! So light and sweet and comforting!!! You’ve got hurt/comfort (heavy on the comfort) with a large helping of mutual pining, and it’s the perfect fic if you need a pick-me-up after a long day.

Butterflies by @creativenostalgiastuff . I live for techie Virgil and this fic does not disappoint. Incredibly cute, Roman gets the validation he deserves, 10/10.

My true love gave to me by @lovelylogans Honestly my favourite oneshot of all time, I giggle the whole way through when reading this. The sheer magnitude of their mutual pining,,, incredible. Genuinely this fic is so wonderful and funny and lighthearted and sweet and hhhhhhhhhh. Looking at her masterlist I’ve also come to realise that she’s written a lot of my favourites, so I’ll just link that here! :)

Wet blanket , Life of the party and Social grace by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors. A tad angsty, but so worth the read, and they more than make up for any potential hurt with the gratuitous fluff. Hella soft, superb writing. On another note, if you haven’t already, you should absolutely read their jaw-droppingly amazing series Love and other fairytales. Romantic lamp and a heck tonne of cool worldbuilding, gripping plot and fae galore, prepare to become thoroughly invested.

A dragon’s tail by @theeternalspace . This one had me on the edge of my seat you guys, it’s so gripping you’ll wanna stay up all night reading it. You’ve got prince!Virgil, you’ve got knight!Roman, you’ve got Dragon!Logan. Need I say more?

The most adorable Parents!Prinxiety headcanons you ever did read, by the incredible @thelowlysatsuma , with a tooth-rottingly sweet fic to go with it by @watchoutforthefanfics . You WILL get cavities and you WILL sob at the soft domesticity of it all.

@shakesqueer-writes is lowkey a Prinxiety GOD so I’m just gonna link you to their whole entire masterlist of masterpieces.

The phenomenal It’s only logical by @tinysidestrashcaptain . This one is incomplete, but it’s honestly so perfectly written that it’s going on here anyway. I can only dream of achieving Virgil’s level of sass in this fic, an absolute icon. It’s a flower shop au AND a coffee shop au babyyy.

I can only assume from the remarkable quality of the writing that Keep him safe by @whatwashernameagain gets recommended a lot, as it RIGHTLY DESERVES. This fic is also incomplete, but so worth waiting for, each new chapter is a sucker punch of emotions and the character development is second to none. I’d definitely heed the trigger warnings on this one though, it does handle (very well and realistically) some darker themes. There’s also a raccoon named Cat and I love her.

A get-together and getting together by @hickory-dickory-doc-k Fake! dating! Fake! Dating! Fake! Dating! Fak- Ok but for real though guys this one is so gosh darn cute I dropped everything on Christmas day to rush upstairs and read it when the last chapter came out and I was grinning so much lemme tell you. I’ve read a lot of fake dating aus in my time and this one honestly takes the cake.

(I’d never) want once from the cherry tree written by @ace-corvid with gorgeous art to go with it by @blank-ace . YouTuber au!!! Virgil gets to be the chaotic conspiracy guy we know he secretly longs to be, and Roman gets the adoring fanbase he deserves. The humour is also on point. I mean, Deceit’s name in Virgil’s contacts is Snake fursona man, and honestly if that doesn’t sell it, I don’t know what will.

Of trying and towers by @parsnipit . An oldie but a classic, this story is phenomenal. It’s got action! It’s got magical curses! It’s got so many dragons! It’s got highkey terrified but also kinda badass Virgil! It’s so good you guys, the plot and the family bonding and hhhhhhh dragons are so cool.

Destined by @rosesisupposes . Oooooh this one has such a fun premise. Virgil’s a sage (kind of like a seer) and is just kinda vibing with the humans until sh*t goes down, ft sass, flirting, pun-based bakeries, and a coffee machine named Gilda. It’s great. I love it.

Long live by @meginoi . It’s!!! Essentially a really cool princess diaries au!!! How rad is that? Virgil is pretty much permanently stressed, but Pat and Lo are supportive bros and he ;) has ;) Roman ;) there ;) to ;) help.

Falling (falling) by @basically-i-write-shit . Don’t let their url fool you this fic is honestly so gripping, I stayed up way into morning bingeing it. Be warned though, it does handle some pretty dark topics, so heed the trigger warnings. ft. single dad Virgil and babysitter Roman!

Inks and tallies by @skittlesun . Tattoo 👏 artist 👏 Roman 👏 Frick 👏 Yeah 👏 Also by the same author, the amazing fic The betting pool is an absolute delight. Flirting galore. Go read it pls.

Late night, long night by @crowleyspraisekink . Virgil’s in a tank top and Roman is Gay Panic tm. Adorable, superb, 10/10.

A curse is a dream your heart makes by @romansleftshoulderpad This oneshot is a long boi but my god you will enjoy every single second of it. Roman gets cursed by the Dragon witch to act out classic Disney movies with Virgil, and it’s honestly so entrancing. Phenomenal writing.

Queen of fluff @not-so-innocent-bi-sander has so much adorable fics that I’m gonna link their whole masterlist because you deserve to treat yourself to their writing, and I’m also gonna add some quick links to my faves here because I love them: The reunion, Romance in the air…port, Guitar lessons. The first fic of theirs I read is the series The view from here, and it was so heartwarmingly sweet that it helped distract me from some pretty bad cramps, so I highly recommend you go check that out if you need a cute pick me up. It’s incomplete, but it’s mostly fluff and ongoing, so you won’t be left on any cliffhangers.

Thespian by @random-snippets is a heart-wrenchingly sweet hurt/comfort fic that I wholeheartedly recommend. Roman puts on a play in the imagination but neglects to tell Virgil that his character straight up dies at the end, and Virgil is understandably distraught. It’s ok though, Virgil gets love and hugs! Also just check out their masterlist because their writing is absolutely sensational, especially their pining!Virgil LAMP fics.

Through different eyes by @stars-and-rose . Roman’s a warlock who’s been ‘kidnapping’ Patton in an endearing attempt to get the handsome knight’s ;) attention. Super cute and a fun read, honestly it’s adorable.

@today-only-happens-once is another phenomenal writer who’s masterlist I’m also gonna link because they’re all! So! Good!!! Here’s some of my faves: Exposure therapy ft Ace!Roman, Acoustic, Always

A hero’s rescue by @stillebesat . Villain!Roman and Hero!Virgil ft a healthy dose of hurt/comfort and a a really cool premise. I go back and re-read this one a lot!

Welcome to the neighbourhood by @lefaystrent is incomplete, but it’s so goddamn hysterical that it’s going on here anyway. Their comedic genius is astounding. Some more of my favourites of theirs include: Roamin’ nights, Flutter and fall, Rewrite

Blink and you’ll miss it and waterspout by @greenninjagal-blog are both lovely reads which I highly recommend. Seriously guys their writing is amazing, go check them out.

Sweet dreams and Petals red as blood by @candied-peach are both gorgeously written and I absolutely adore them, 10/10.

[deanstits]

we def need more consensual non-con done right bc that shit is god tier

 Obvious Trigger Warning for this one bc sensitive issue, but I agree!

Something about the trust it takes to set up/carry out something like that between lovers is... hoo boy.

I’m not really sure how to explain it for anyone wondering or who is appalled/repulsed (which you’re allowed to feel!). The thing about desire is that we all are aroused by different things. I have a friend is super into pants wetting and like, I don’t get it, I’ll never get it, I don’t think I’d try it, but I’ll never be expected to do it with them so it’s not really any of my business lolol (Also if anyone wants to discuss pants wetting in fandom feel free to message, like I said, there are no wrong answers!)

As they say, Safe Sane Consensual babey!!! Do what gets you off as long as no one’s gettin hurt. :)

Anyway lemme put more about it under a read more for anyone interested:

So sexy?? It’s so sexy to me. Like when I was younger I didn’t know it was a thing so I’d read a lot of dub-con stuff bc something about it was hot but it would also really upset me whenever I found actual Non-con instead of just dub con or whatever. Then I discovered non-con roleplay and I was like 👀👀👀👀

There deff isn’t enough of it in fandom I think, especially bc it’s one of those things that people prefer to post on tumblr instead of Ao3 with tags so its kinda hard to find, considering that tumblr’s search function is so fucked lolol. If you know any good ones please send me a link or the name of it!

Something about being able to fight but give in and feel good is!!!!!! sexy. Pls tell me what you specifically like about it, as I’m having trouble articulating it and don’t want to ramble etc

[queenborhapreaderships]

Masterlist

Hey guys! Thought I’d make a masterlist before I lose everything. Until I lose the masterlist, just you wait. ANYWAY!

The Witcher 

Geralt/Reader

~Promise - “ You and Geralt have been traveling together for ages and you have a system down. You're a powerful witch, so you can definitely hold your own. Geralt knows this. Or at least you thought he did. When he puts himself in harm's way for you, quite frankly, it pisses you off. You confront him and certain feelings you've both been hiding creep their way to the light. In an overly complex fashion, because it's Geralt.”

Jaskier/Reader

~The Beginning - “Prompt fill for: "Hello there :) I wanted to ask if you would write Jaskier x reader. The reader is a Witcheress and she travels with Jaskier (and occasionaly Geralt). One day some peasants talk shit About her and Jaskier stays up for her, saying more About his feelings than he intented to? :) thank you and sorry for my English"

~Revelations - “This was a request for jealous Jaskier/Reader but it kinda turned more into insecure Jaskier/reader, but there's some jealousy elements in there as well! Jas and the reader grew up together, inseparable. When Geralt joins the picture, Jaskier is worried he's holding Y/N back and tries to back off. Y/N has to set him straight!”

~Prompt Fill for “ heard you were looking for prints ! how about a jaskier/reader (male or gender neutral) where jaskier is songwriting or practicing while the reader is painting and it’s like cute as hell ? ��

More Gen Type Stuff (family dynamics, etc...)

~Shit Happens - “This was a request for protective dad Geralt! I added some friendship with Ciri in there as well <3″

~Prompt Fill for “hey for your witcher proments how about somebody from our world (like peter parker smart but quirky type of personality) gets teleported into the witchers world and shenanigans ensue or something like that. Also love your stuff, keep writing, look forward for the next one!!!!! ;))))”

Sherlock

Sherlock/Reader

~Particularly Human - “Prompt fill for - ‘Would you be okay with doing a Sherlock thing where reader is really really close to him, could be romantic but doesn’t need to be if you don’t want to, and perhaps they get kidnapped (and tortured if you’re up for it??? Perhaps Sherlock can watch from a livestream the kidnapper is doing?) could be a happy ending if you wanna! I’m just here for that gud angst 😈’”

Queen/Borhap Cast

Ben Hardy/Reader

~how dare you? - “Prompt fill for ‘ Hey :) could you do a headcanon about Ben cheating on reader?’ It started as a headcanon then turned into an entireass fic. Love that.”

Rami Malek/Reader

~Prompt Fill for “ How about expecting a baby with Rami and having your first baby” Full disclosure, I entirely forgot I wrote this, it’s pretty short but fluffy as hell. 

~rekindling the flame - “You’re the daughter of Jim Hutton, so growing up was a roller coaster. With Freddie as practically a second father, things were never boring. But time passed and things changed. Everything changed. Not knowing how to process any of your past, you flee to the states in an attempt to write music and find yourself. It pretty much turns into instant isolation! That all changes when you get a call from your Uncle Bri about a movie being made on Freddie. Secrets come to light and you just might find yourself falling in love with the boy with the beautiful eyes along the way.” I abandoned this fic when I faded out of the Queen/Borhap fandom and I Am So Sorry. 

Doctor Who

Eleventh Doctor/Reader

~That’s That - “The Tardis takes a bit of a tumble and you bang your head up pretty bad. Cue a very worried Doctor. He takes care of you which causes certain... things to come to light.”

~Safe - “The Doctor is furious. You risked your life again and he just won't have that. He can't have another death on his hands, but is that all? Is there more to why he's so mad? Spoiler alert. Yes. Yes, there is.”

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur/Reader

~We Were Written in the Stars, but the Universe is a Shit Author - “You've been looking for your soulmates for your entire life, ridiculed and taunted for having two soul marks. Finally, when you've decided it's just not worth it anymore, your soulmates decide to come out of the shadows. Now everything's supposed to be perfect, right? That's how soulmates work, right? Well. You definitely learn that lesson the hard way. Trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and situations (no actual suicide though)”

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon/Reader (with a hint of Negan/Reader)

~Wherever Loyalty Lies - “ When Rick’s group abandons you after you’re hurt, Negan’s men find you in the woods and take you back to The Sanctuary. Negan takes a very special interest in you. You're more or less his favorite. How do you adapt to this new life while still trying to make sense of your past one? What happens when you come face to face with your family that left you all alone?” Oh god, this was my first fic. It’s like three years old by now. Pls don’t judge me. I tried. 

Also! Feel free to keep up with me on AO3, I post most of my shit there too <3 Please lemme know if any of the links aren’t working! 

[perville]

Yo what undertale fic u reading that made u cry? Now I wanna read it lol

lmao someone actually read my tags

ok, so, im partly ashamed to be ever reading this fic (the sequel to another fic thats almost just as terrible) cause its that bad, but im staying with it to see how it ends bc i want a better ending for him so fucking much

but like its not the writing thats bad, its actually amazing writing tbh, its easy to get lost in each chapter, but the things that happen in the fic… *shudder*

…ok, so if ppl other than anon are reading my tags and are curious about the fic, i might as well share it with yall just dont judge me pls i dont usually read stuff like this, i wont be reblogging or posting anything like this stuff so dont worry.

BUT. i need you to take the warnings from the tags very seriously bc, even tho i dont have a lot of triggers (barely any tbh), this fic and the fic beforehand are full of em. to the fucking brim. especially the sequel. just, know what you cant handle and make sure youre about to read a chapter thats safe enough for you. it may be a good idea to read the comments of each chapter if you really wanna be on the safe side. like, i managed to stomach everything up to the recent chapter of the sequel. and im not a very triggery person.

sorry if i sounded really serious there, i just wanna make sure no one has a bad time.

anyways, the ao3 series is called Red City by Germindis, the two fics they have so far are Red Stop Signs and Red Light District. i mean, if you want to skip to the chapter of RLD that sucked the soul out of my body, be my guest. but to avoid any possible confusion (if theres any in that chapter, i cant remember and im not divulging back into it to find out), it may be better to start from RSS.

at any point of time that youre reading, if you need it, take a break. go outside and enjoy whatever weather youre getting. snuggle up on the couch with your favorite drink and watch your favorite tv show or movie. go out for the day with friends. whatever will make you feel better before diving back into Red City again.

if this scares you too much to read lemme know cause i got a few other undertale sad fics i know that arent nearly as bad that i can hook u up with

also come back and freak out with me over Red City anytime :)