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[typhoons-mess]

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ANY GENDER, RACE, SEXUALITY IS WELCOMED

ALL CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18

YES

Step bro/sister

Step dad/mom

Daddy/mommy kink

Sub!/Dom!

Yandere

Omega/Beta/Alpha

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Consensual Non-consensual

Dacryphilia

Age gap (of age though)

NO

Pedo/underage

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Actual r**e

Gay x Fem

P**s Kink

[hardcoreprocess]

He meets her in a bar. It’s the fact that she’s dressed too well for a dive like this, probably, that draws him in. Sharp lines of pale and black, wine red skirt with a blouse that couldn’t hug her curves any tighter if it tried. Her lips are matte, impossible to tell what color in the dim lighting at this corner of the bar.

They talk. He’s easing into it with two fingers lifted for the drink slinger, ordering a beer for him and a blank for her. He bears a smile, charming. “Lalonde,” she says, with her club soda marked in fuchsia. It’s a good voice, the smooth kind that’s husky in all the right ways. He leans in, to spare her throat. A manicured hand settles on his thigh.

She’s wearing a ring.

“Pleasure’s been mine,” he starts, because he doesn’t homewreck. Once upon a time, ten or twenty years ago when the gay bars were hidden and tensions were higher. Her finger presses to his lips, halting a speedy departure, and that’s when the seat on his other side occupies.

He’s a fucking specimen, dress shirt straining over that torso almost as badly as his own, slacks tailored perfect, shined shoes. Their rings match, noticed when the new man rests a gentle hand atop hers, right there on his thigh. Fingers interlacing.

“Come home with us, Strider.”

His throat’s tight, mind heavy with thoughts of her warm thighs and his visible forearms and being cradled through the night of a lifetime. He’d be stupid to pass up this opportunity. Their linked fingers, rings winking, slip up his thigh until Lalonde’s thumb brushes his belt buckle and her husband’s fingernails scrape his inseam.

“Our treat.”

He can’t think up an excuse to back out of it. So he doesn’t.

[lesbianchemicalplant]

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[hardcoreprocess]

mr egbert at his office job receiving lovely selfies thru the day from his wife and the handsome southern gentleman they share

It starts out so tame. Over the course of a week, he's become accustomed to receiving a semi-hourly update from his beautiful wife or their... he's not sure what to call Mister Strider at times. Their boyfriend? Lover? Paramour? He flusters at the implications of that and reorganizes his thoughts.

It's common to get texted images of a lovely pie or a reconstructed window box and Strider's arched brow over his angular shades. This is thoroughly unprecedented.

This being an image of his wife's bust, pushed out in that way he knows must be paired with her back bowed inward, in something thoroughly obscene. He doesn't recognize the lingerie, and her collection isn't so extensive that he wouldn't unless it was new. (He flushes, realizing the caption clearly states she just received a new set and is dying to show it off in person.)

Being a gentleman, he responds with an honest compliment. Deep fuchsia is certainly her color, and he's looking forward to finishing up for the day. He should have known better than to encourage her, or their infinitely more devious lover. By the third hour, Egbert's spent more time with his head in his hands than he has been mired in statistics and graphs. He's an excellent asset to the company, ahead of schedule, and he can afford to slack off for the day, he decides.

Rereading, tracing images of her skin stretched out for his eyes alone (well, not alone, but certainly for him to enjoy) with scarred hands, darker and larger than his own, bending and molding her. Strider knows how to do so much with so little, orchestrating arousal with the simple image of his hand depressing her inner thigh or cupping beneath her breast until she nearly spills out of that new lingerie.

It’s worse when he takes over taking the pictures, capturing Miss Lalonde in ethereal lighting, camera steady and angled to catch her lips smearing across his unshaven jaw in black and pink tones. Her fingers pulling at the beltloops of those damn slacks, loose with his belt undone and hanging artistically.

Perhaps he’ll... leave early for the day, before they start being salacious.

[hardcoreprocess]

hello mr saint i would very much like to hear more about the Grand Matron in your royal families AU

The Grand Matron is a practical woman.

In her youth, she was wise beyond her years, taking the throne alongside her brother in the era of Alternian Occupation. When her brother fled after laying seed to her, the young Lady of Golden Prospit realized that the nation had no knowledge of it until an official proclamation was made and sent out by heralds. Her people are illiterate, focusing more on their agricultural prowess and vast reserves of fertile soil. She began to cultivate opinions, instilling deep loyalty to her rule with careful policies. None knew she carried the lost Lord's child, believing she had been gifted with motherhood by the White Court.

When she came into maturity, a young king (barely able to hold a blade) rose to power in Derse, slaying the Alternian Occupation and seizing authority over his nation. The Lady, raising her first child, saw promise in the Obsidian throne's mated pair and reached out a treaty. "Slay the Alternian Occupation in Prospit," she beseeched, "—and we will provide supplies to your winter-famine nation." It was a brilliant strategy. None of her soldiers would die. The Golden Kingdom has so much grain and fruit that waste mounted every year. No loss will be suffered by Prospit.

Derse, starving after being inhabited by The Consumption Queen and the Alternian battalions, agreed. The Lady of Prospit watched with naked awe as the young King and his blood witches stormed an army three times their size and banished Alternia from Prospit. There was no famine in the Silver Kingdom, and all sang praises to the Lady of Prospit, so gracious and kind and warm, an embodiment of her nation. Giver. Provider.

Her son is old enough to rule Prospit now, allowing her to take a step back from direct rule so she may comfortably pull strings. Her precious Lord of Prospit mingles well with the King and Queen of Derse. The newly-declared Matron sees potential in a union between the three and arranges balls in their honor, inviting and welcoming her southern neighbors to her home.

But she is betrayed. The Dersite rulers take note of Prospit, praise its beauty and plenty for her to preen, then ask of her libraries. Naturally, she has one, the royal library, access barred to all but nobles and scholars. Shocked and pitying, the Queen suggests that Derse provide teachers, to teach their sister kingdom of writing. Her husband offers to build schools. Offers access to Derse's scholar temples. In horror, the Matron watches her loyal son agree what a boon this would be.

She has no choice, she tells herself, as she spreads word that Derse seeks to occupy Prospit by building hostile barracks and sending scholars to steal their nation's secrets. There is outrage. The people refuse to send rations to the Silver Kingdom in protest and all supply lines disappear. Her son watches in confusion as Derse demands to know why they are sentenced to starve in the winter so soon after the Consumption. He turns to his mother. The Matron replies that the Golden Kingdom suspects their neighbors of subterfuge, and as he's been given no reason to disbelieve her, he makes it known against the wish of his heart.

Derse declares war. Slander and hideous lies are destroying the nation's chances of surviving after all the blood shed for Prospit. In the ensuing conflicts, skirmishes, and battles? The Matron arranges the King's assassination. The war ebbs with their Martyr killed, and she sits back on her gilded throne, heavily pregnant with her second and third child.

The Grand Matron is a very practical woman.

[hardcoreprocess]

Had a brief hiatus. Back on my shit to say: Nanna Egbert being absolutely swept off her feet by the handsome young man her darling son brings home one day.

Not that she means to be, of course. He's just so charming, dashing, tall, hopelessly hormonal. Crowding close in the kitchen to look over her shoulder, cupping her hand for an awkward kiss to her knuckles, staring at her hips over the straight edge of his shades.

And perhaps her son knows it too, because he's eager to bring that Strider boy around whenever she complains, mostly in jest, of being lonesome.

[hardcoreprocess]

Oh, to love as Night and Day. — Beta Bro, Rose, Dad E. — 1204 words. — A gift for a Polyswap event on AO3. Focuses on arranged marriage, wedding jitters, age / experience gaps.

Expecting brutality from a marriage is not the norm for an aspiring Queen Apparent, but it's difficult to put aside misgivings when faced with— the gentlemen intent. Both, of course, are older. Established. Kings, one inherited and the other taken by war. They are good men, close advisors assure, with fine breeding or good training to their combined name. Even still— she is nervous.

All throughout her fittings, it lingers. Concern, no. Fear, unlikely. Merely uneasiness. Exchanging letters is a way to gauge the emotional depth of a person, but does every royal pen their own thoughts? Or do they rely on scribes and whispering consorts, dictating what a young girl would like most to hear?

These overwhelming thoughts are beginning to twist in her mind, gnarling an already thorny bramble. The wedding arrangements are in place, handled with utmost efficiency by mindful cultural experts. A bit of everything, seamlessly blended. But now the fault lays on her, manifest in the form of dress anxiety. Too snug, too revealing, too bright, too drab...

As her mother might say: "To err is human, to fret is Lalonde." What a kick she'd have as witness to this event. Positively smug to the bone, and she'd leap on suggesting an outlandish gown.

It's all the motivation she needs to form a final decision. Her chest heaves a sigh of relief as warm orange and pastel blue garb her in heavy veils, sweeping silks. Billowing sleeves serve to hide fiddling hands, loose skirts to obscure unsteady legs, and flats to avoid twisting an ankle before scores of nobles. Now that would be embarrassing.

Fortune is smiling down at her, it seems. Only half an hour remains of her "preparations" now, leaving no room to panic or second guess further. The gathering of maidfolk breathe a collective sigh of relief when she deigns to eat, offering light hand cakes and sips of bracing wine when asked. When this inevitable timesink is complete, the princess vows internally to recognize each for a duty well done.

As long as she doesn't take ill mid-ceremony. If such a thing occurs, her ire will be unparalleled. With nerves still jockeying her good senses, this possibility is assured among her attendants. Used to such things, they smile placid but disbelieving. On a better day, it might make her crack a smile of her own. For now, it leaves her petulant.

Not for long, at least. Drums ring out in a cheerful march, but in her fugue? It feels like a funeral procession. Even through the heavy veil, the magelight is almost piercing.

At the end of the hall, stood by the altar and the comfortable arrangement of pillows beyond, stand her betrothed pair. Arrayed for the wedding in unexpected fashion— and this stalls the worrisome roils in her gut. Though their lands could not be more different, hers sequestered where twilight sky is near-eternal and they basked in equal morns to eves...

On her left: the Lord Keeper of the Heartland, a towering specimen typically garbed in fuchsia and violet. Now he drips with gold, ears to ankles, arrayed in the colorful array of a sunset. It complements her well, and brings softer element to his general's figure. Her right: the High King of the Fertile Plains, steely blue eyes in perfect harmony with a sweeping suit of navy and seafoam, styled to accentuate the grey coming into his hair. Not built for war as his counterpart, but solid as they come, an anchor dressed like midnight

She is— the plushest of the lot, and comparatively small. Not uncomfortably, but certainly unprepared for how far back her head must tip to make some semblance of eye contact. It's when the music swell begins, as her padded feet cross the threshold into the grand hall, that they turn. Perfectly synced. Two of a kind.

A matched set that she will soon be joining.

Part of her reels, body moving without her accord down the aisle of thick carpeting towards the grooms, at the realization. Soon— too soon— not soon enough— they will be joined in matrimony. Is it natural to feel like an imposition? Of course she's garnered feelings for the pair, after so many hours tucked into her chambers with letters penned bold and strong, but—

Surely they consider her a means to an end. Pretty, youthful, capable of bearing a child to term. If it weren't her, it could have been anyone. And that sensation, the bitterness in her gut, returns even as every step shortens their respectful distance. Close enough now to see the silver in blond locks, the scars in broad hands dusted in dark hair, the warmth in very different smiles.

One grins with his eyes, squinted and curved with cat-like amusement. The other is nearly paternal, proud in the most forgiving sense. It turns her gut, different this time. So light, so ticklish, she does not dare open her mouth for fear of the butterflies escaping all at once. The dais represents the final step, not unlike the perilous climb to gallows. Hesitation, thy name is

"Rosalind?" he asks. The shorter one, dark-haired, gentle in tongue with concern knitting his brow. He speaks soft, with only her ears in mind, tipping out of a perfect posture to draw nearer to her height. Mindful, the bastard, to the point of tempering some number of fears. That hand is still outstretched, and what fool would she be if it was not taken?

So her soft fingers rest in his scholarly palm, to be gently led up the first step. There is one more, her mind helpfully reminds, and to balk again is absolutely humiliating. But when a furtive glance is cast to the other side, a hand waits for her acceptance. He is not as gentle, built for battle or conflict. They shared barbs in letters, but appreciated kinds, a like-mindedness that lends itself to soothing the nerves.

Gold pierces through her veil, as though he can perfectly discern the position of her eyes despite layers of fabric. Maybe he can. But his voice is gentle now, a reminder of their decision. "Are you ready?" is a— difficult query. There is time to run, gather her skirts and flee all the way back to a starving country wracked by loss and ill-preserved culture, isn't there? And she knows, surely as the sun and moon rise, that they would allow her to go.

If that is what she chose.

One slow inhale. One slower exhale.

"I am ready," Rosalind says, smooth as the waters over which she presides. To her right, James affords another fatherly grin, saturating her in raw courage. To her left, Ambrose narrows his eyes in silent mirth, spurring her to proper form. Beyond, behind, their congregation seats—

•

They are a set, the day and the night and the twilight between. For every heaven has a moon, a sun, and stars to govern. An auspicious day, a beautiful union, and rumor speaks of portraits to come that depict the ecstasy of matrimony. Loving, transcendent, a honeypot overflowed with nectar and seed. Maybe the rhymes will cease when the Queen of the Wine Dark Sea no longer trembles with finish.

[Original text available in Oh, to love as Night and Day. on AO3.]

[hardcoreprocess]

Dirk x Multiple [Pantyhose Tear] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Vriska [Hand Fetish] — OG POSTS 1 & 2 || AO3 MIRROR  

Dirk x Roxy [Waking Somno] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Roxy [Waking Somno 2] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk [Trans Masturbation] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Roxy [Goddess Worship] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Multiple [Haywire Hormones] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Beta Mom [Heels] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Aurora x Multiple [Somno Impreg] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Caliborn [Viewport Voyeur] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Beta Mom x Dad E [Swinging] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Terezi [Body Worship] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Rosebot [Robophilia] — OG POSTS 1 & 2 || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Karkat [First Time] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Hal [Oversensitive] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Roxy [Trans Makeup] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Davesprite [Trans Sprite] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Jake [Haircut] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Karkat x Roxy [Hacking Handjob] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Roxy (x Dirk) [Godly Pining] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Jane [Just The Tip] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Alpha Bro x Alpha Mom [Distraction] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Kanaya [Underskirt Oral] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Rose [Thumb Sucking] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Condie x Karkat [Nookwarming] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Vriska (x Dave) [Oral Lesson] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Snow White [Multi] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Kanaya [Vampirism Stand-in] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Rose [First Time] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Grandpa Harley x Beta Bro / Beta Mom [Fringe Benefits] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Roxy [Trans Oral] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Roxy [Monsterfucking] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Rose x Roxy [Surrogate Breeding] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Jane [Finger Sucking] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

PM x Jack Noir [Revenge Sex] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Multi [Lipstick Marking] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Roxy x John [Phone Sex] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR 

Dirk x Dave [Hand Fetish] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Jake x Roxy [Kissing] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Roxy [Lipstick Marking] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Hal x Roxy [Audiophile] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Roxy (x Rose) [Just Watching] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Kanaya (x Rose) [Dollification] — OG POST 1 & 2 || AO3 MIRROR

Lil Seb x Jane [Sex Toy] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Jake x Aranea (x Brain Ghost Dirk) [Manipulation] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x John [Body Writing] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Corvo x Jessamine [Distraction] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Dave [Trans Bondage] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Dave [First Time Topping] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Rose [Voice Kink] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Song x Rider [Wanting] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Rose x Kanaya [Chest Worship] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Aradia x Tavros [Assisted Fingering] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Rose x Kanaya [New Relationship] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR 

Dirk x Eridan [Feminization] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x June [Communication] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Bro x Beta Mom X Dad E [Sexting] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Song x Rider [First Time] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR 

Dave x Jane [Aphrodisiac] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Kanaya [Baby Fever] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR 

Dave x Rose [Indirect Voyeurism] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Multiple [Pantyhose Tear 2] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR  

Beta Mom x Rose [Mommy's Girl] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Karkat x Strilondes [Mass Flirtation] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Sollux x Aradia [Teasing] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x John / Dave x Jade [Haywire Hormones 2] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

John x Tavros [Playfighting] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Beta Mom x Dave x Rose [Nursing] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rose x Kanaya [Trans Oral] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Rapunzel x Eugene [Flirting] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Dave [Time Loop] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Eridan x Kanaya [Collar] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Life Player Fertility — OG POST || TO BE EXPANDED ON?

June x Jade [Frotting] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dave x Rosy (x Dirk) [Anonymous] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Dirk x Jane [Piercings] — OG POST || AO3 MIRROR

Jake x Rose [Topless] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Rose x Roxy [Kissing] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Dirk x Roxy [Post Trickster] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Alpha Bro x Roxy [First Date] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

John x Multiple [Retcon Hands] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

June x Jade [Birthday Blowjob] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Radiance x Hollow [Imprisoned] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Dirk x Jake x Jane [Sharing] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Feferi x Condie [In Victory] — OG POST || TO BE POSTED

Last updated August 6th, mirrored posts onto AO3 & links. Page 20.

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