#obviously if it were noncon or dubcon i would tag it

[erosology]

y’all expecting us to spoon-feed you content but not bothering to interact with us on a human-level is a big reason why your faves don’t hang out here anymore just sayin

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Project L.S.K.

Pairing: Re4!Leon Kennedy x ScientistGN!Reader

Summary: After Spain, the U.S. government decides Leon Kennedy is too precious to be wasted, so they start a project with you as the leader. (aka the fanfic where you have to collect semen from Leon)

Warning tags: SMUT SO MINORS DNI, slight DUBCON, handjob, subby!leon, cum collecting, dirty talking, needy!leon, bit of exhibitionist!leon

Author's Notes: heey. this isn't what i normally write since i am not a fan of dubcon/noncon, but my husband had the idea and i opened an exception. enjoy your reading!

leon's masterlist

This is probably wrong. Ethically wrong and immoral in so many ways. Having your hands down in the pants of your object of study was clearly not how you decided to make your Saturday about….or was it? The task given by your superiors was clear as day: “Collect Leon fluids. We want blood and all the fluids you can get.”

They really meant it all fluids.

So, as the head scientist of Project L.S.K, you empty the laboratory the day Leon is supposed to come. Just you and him. Not that you have a crush or anything (that would be extremely inappropriate), but meeting the man in person for the first time and having to collect his semen, you wanted him as comfortable as he could be, and with a laboratory full of other scientists examining him wouldn’t help.

Leon was polite enough, shaking your hand. Deep down, Agent Kennedy knows you are just doing your job and just want to get it done and over with. How can you blame him? You lead him to a small room with an exam table, a comfortable armchair, and a regular table with a chair on the other side. There are no windows, for Leon’s relief. Leon turns around as you hand him the specimen cup with his name and date printed. 

Leon waits for you to leave the room, but you close the door after you and sit in the chair behind the table. Leon blinks, and you give him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. They require me to stay in case you try to fake the test. It will be like I am not even here, I promise.”

Fantastic, Leon thinks. He drops into the armchair, cursing himself for not suspecting that before. Again, you were just doing your job. All he has to do now is cum in a damn tiny cup. It shouldn't be that hard: Leon can't remember the last time he pleasured himself. So easy peasy.

Ten minutes pass. Leon tries really hard: Guiding his hand inside his pants without pulling his cock entirely out, Leon strokes himself, closing his eyes. He doesn't even know what to imagine, conscious of your presence in the room. He just wants to get done with it.

Obviously, he can’t.

He sighs, frustrated, louder than he should, attracting your attention. If it was purposeful or not, it didn't matter. You pull your eyes up from whatever you are reading, crossing your sight with the vulnerable, pink-faced Agent Kennedy. A few strains of his hair have fallen over his face. You open your mouth and close it before clearing your throat. Now, it is not time to have impure thoughts.

"We have a fleshlight if you need it." Your interjection seems to get him by surprise, hitting him like lightning. Leon pulls his hands out of his pants as if they were electrified, his eyes wide. He looks at you, mouth agape and hair over his face. You look away, embarrassed. Great way to make Leon comfortable.

Before you can even apologize, Leon’s voice confesses low and apologetic.

“I have never done it with someone watching me before…”

Well, crap. The weight of that confession raises the temperature in the room, and suddenly, you feel warm. Mainly by the way Leon is staring at you: vulnerable, pleading for some sort of comfort. Anything you could give him. Your hand closes in a fist as the rational part of your body screams for you to not do it. You could lose your job. But those blue eyes are begging for the release only you could give.

The question comes from your mouth because you are trying to help him. After all, it’s for science, and your superiors didn’t want Leon cheating on the exam, right? What better way to ensure than to do it yourself?

“Do you need help?”

Leon takes a long time to answer, so long you think he will deny you. But he gives you a slight nod, looking down, embarrassed. You pick up your chair, placing it at his side. His body is tense, and Leon doesn’t look up when you sit near him, hands waiting on your lap.

“This wouldn’t put you in any trouble, right?” Leon wonders. You shake your head, finding it adorable that he worries for you. You barely know each other.

“No. I will be fine.” Honestly, you didn't even care if this would put you in trouble at this point.

Leon relaxes under you, and you have the vision of the Rookie who survived the Raccoon City outbreak. He seems unsure of himself, innocent almost, with barely any experience. You lunge forward, your hands on his thighs, not moving. 

“I am fine, really. You can go. I haven’t done this in a long time. Hopefully, it means I will finish fast."

You nod, trying to ignore the pressure that gives you. You pull his pants down slowly. Leon raises his hips slightly so the pants drop further, his eyes going down to his lap where you can see the very tip of his cock on his black underwear. You try not to laugh or say it is cute, like a peeking bird. You don’t immediately touch it, focusing on massaging the upper part of his tights in circles to get Leon to relax.

"Is this fine?" You want him to be completely comfortable.

"Yes." Leon trembles. Either the cold or your touch. Or both. You wonder when was the last time he had someone to care for him like that.

“Close your eyes now. I want you to relax.”

He follows your command, relaxing against the armchair. Slowly, his shoulders fall, and his forehead furrow is gone. For some reason (that you thank), Leon seems to trust you enough for you to do this. Your hand goes to your jacket pocket, finding a lube, especially for male masturbation. You thought Leon might need some of that and would have offered for him to use on himself, but oh well. You coat your hand with the gel and gently rub it on Leon’s cock tip. His surprise whimper and how he immediately opens his legs for you tell you are doing something right.

You want to ask him if he liked that but bite your mouth. You gently pull his cock out of his underwear and slowly squeeze his length up and down with your lubed hand, wanting Leon to feel good. This is clearly not about the test anymore for you. Leon seems to bite his lips, trying to contain another moan.

“No need to be ashamed. It is just you and me here, Leon. Let it out all.” Leon’s cock twitches in your hands in response, and you wonder how much Agent Kennedy enjoys dirty talk. Maybe you should try more? For science.

“You seem to really enjoy this. I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist. Imagine if we got caught right here, right now, in how much trouble we would be.” You attempt again, watching Leon’s cock. It certainly seems to answer your stimulus, pre-cum leaking from his cock.

Your other hand, coated in lube, starts squeezing with his balls. Leon’s hands grab the side of the armchair, his knuckles turning white. You can feel wetness in the middle of your legs, and you ignore it focusing on working his cock harder and faster.

“You are doing so well, Leon.” 

“Please…” Leon’s low whimper makes you fall out of your chair. 

Your body is sweating now, but in no way like Leon’s, with his hair sticking in his forehead. He still doesn’t look at you (better that way), his chest raising up and down with deep breaths. He isn’t biting his lip anymore, letting out a “more” or “fuck” between quick breaths. His hips move against your hand, trying to find more friction.

“Please, what?"

“Please, let me cum.”

You look for the specimen cup, your hand leaving his balls, and focus on jerking his cock. You rub the head of his cock in circles, spreading more of his pre-cum around, and Leon's back flinches from the armchair. He is close, and you can feel it. You stop for a moment to open the specimen cup before leaning forward, close enough so you are near Leon’s ear.

“You did so good, Leon. All you have to do is cum for me now, give me all you can.” 

Leon lets out a weak “I am cumming,” and you focus on directing his cock toward the cup. He fills over half of the cup before dropping into the chair, exhausted. You close the lid, ignoring your desire to kiss his parted lips, before getting up from the chair to get some towels and water. 

Leon already has his dick tucked inside his underwear when you get back. He accepts your towel, murmuring thanks, his eyes again not meeting yours. You give him a water bottle, and Leon gets up from the chair, pulling his pants up.

It is over, you think, a tiny hint of sadness and disappointment inside your heart. Leon doesn’t owe you anything, you know that. You are grateful to be able to have made this afternoon less miserable. You joke when he finally faces you, trying to lighten the mood.

“Fifty dollars at the table.” His eyebrows arch in question, and you shake your head. “Never mind.”

He grabs your arm gently before you can walk toward the exit door. You look back to Leon, who seems to be debating choosing his words carefully.

“This shouldn’t be the last time we see each other, right?” An idea flares up in your head.

“No. The government will probably need more. I will especially supervise those collections if you allow me.”

“I wouldn’t ask for anyone else.”

You couldn’t agree more. For science.

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Thank you all so much for the support already, it means the world to me. I am a slut for tension and a slow burn so obviously i was going to put it in here....

Chapter 8: Penance

Saria and Aella entered your chambers, extending an invitation from Queen Alicent for you to join your family and break your fast. You sat, staring at the vanity mirror, gazing at your tired reflection, whilst Aella braided your hair gently.

Small braids were pinned at the back of your head by red jewels, whilst long thin braids hung down your front. Your feet were throbbing, but you would not show it, you refused. You were sure that Aemond had asked his mother to invite you, and you intended to go.

Saria helped you dress, choosing another Dornish gown. It was a long, black, tight fitting dress that had a leather bustier that extended high up your neck. The dress was sleeveless with silver chains that draped delicately off of your shoulders. Whilst Saria buckled your dress together, Aella came forward to help put on your shoes. 

She eyed you carefully whilst she slipped your feet into high leather boots. Nausea rolled over you, pushing your toes into the shoes was agony. You could feel the stitches pulling at your tender flesh, ripping apart the coagulated blood that had begun to heal.

Do not think.

Sharply inhaling, you jammed your feet the rest of the way in and Aella began to lace them. Tears pricked your eyes as you angrily flicked them away. 

Once Aella had finished lacing your boots, you stood, pulling your heavy body upright pushing your weight onto the soles of your feet, ignoring the outstretched hand of Saria.

Your first step was shakey, almost falling at the ache that clawed its ways up your legs.Y our arm shot out to clutch the table beside you, as Saria rushed to your side, offering a hand to you for balance.

As you walked towards the door you felt the smaller cuts reopen, a stinging pain that throbbed with every beat of your heart, the bandages underneath slowly wetting. 

The walk felt vastly longer than the evening before. The torture of your open wounds causing you to curl your fingers into tight fists, your nails digging into the fragile skin, though the pain in your pains grounded you from the pain in your feet. With every step, you felt the bandages and stockings wet from the blood that seeped out of you, prayed to the Gods to get through the day.

You arrived at the arched doors, and unclenched your hands, collecting yourself as you smoothed your dress. Deep breaths. Do not think. Do not react. Do not give them the satisfaction. Do not let him see your weakness.

The two Knights opened the doors, announcing your arrival to the room. 

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

Queen Alicent looked to you, sitting in the middle of the table, anxiety evident on her face; Another green dress. Your mother sat next to her and your brothers opposite, with their betrothed beside them. Helaena sat where she had the previous night, though was leant on an angle as she awkwardly talked with your eldest brother.Aegon was nowhere to be seen, assumedly in a drunken slumber or the depths of a whore house.

Your eyes flicked over to him. Aemond sat next to his mother, dressed head to toe in dark black leather, a tight vest buckled at the front, with long sleeves that sat snug on his arms. He wore his signature coat and eyepatch; his hair in the same style as the day before. 

Do not think. Do not think. Do not.... One gaze at your smug uncle and your mantra went up in flames. Your jaw clenched.

“Princess Y/n," The Queen greeted you, "We are blessed with your presence on this fine morning.” She spoke slowly, looking out the window as she did so in show.

As you walked up the stairs you responded “I would not give up the opportunity Your Grace. Family means everything to me.” You gave Helaena a bright smile. 

You took the seat opposite Aemond next to your aunt as you smiled at your mother and siblings. Food was already on the table; it seemed as if they were waiting for you. You must have walked more slowly than you had thought, the pain still radiating up your legs into your hips.

Placing your hands gently in your lap you looked to Alicent,

“I beg you excuse my behaviour for last evening, it was a long journey to the Red Keep and I was exhausted after the trip. I found myself full of wine and if I am to not lie, emotional being in the presence of my family after so long apart.” 

Looking to Aemond you gave him a small shy smile, his eyes hardening knowing exactly what you were doing,

“I prayed to the Seven as I went to bed and begged them for your forgiveness and theirs for any dishonour I may have caused.” You looked back to Alicent, a small solemn look crossing your face.

Alicent leant forward, holding her hands gently together atop the table,

“My dear, you have caused no such thing. The Seven may have heard your prayers, but there was nothing to forgive. You had a tireless journey, and the ale did flow heavily. You have no need for shame.” She finished, sliding her eyes over to Aemond who was still intently looking at you.

“I thank you, Your Grace, I am glad I have not caused any offence. Truthfully, I was very much looking forward for all of us to spend time together again, and when I got the invitation this morning, I almost broke down in tears.” You beamed up at her, a small gentle smile spreading across your face.

“It is beautiful to have everyone back at Home once more." She looked at your mother and gently grasped her hand.

You had her.

You channeled the pain in your feet, allowing for small tears to well in your eyes as her gaze softened on you at the sight. Shaking your head you sniffed, and roughly wiped your face with the back of your hand, making a show. As you turned your head away to wipe them, you threw Aemond a sly smile.

“Shall we say a prayer?” The Queen addressed the table, a rhetorical question on her behalf as she began anyway.

“Oh Mother, guide us, and give us your blessings and good health. May the Seven continue to watch over us all, and we pray that our Lord the King's health improves.”

As she finished, your younger siblings began to speak to each other and serve themselves large portions of meat and tomatoes, sipping from goblets.

You reached forward and placed some eggs and meat on your plate, taking some large fluffy slices of bread with you. Picking up your goblet, you drank slowly, taking small sips of the freshly squeezed juice.

Helaena turned to speak to you, asking how you were feeling, her knowing eyes piercing into your skull. You told her that you felt just fine, minus a splitting headache from the wine, playing up the hungover and embarrassed trop. She smiled and held your hand, squeezing it gently as she ate from her plate

“I have missed you y/n.” She whispered, “It is quite boring here without your reading. Aegon does not read, but I go to the Godswood often where we would sit.” Her face was bright with joy.

“I remember rain sneaking up on us once after we had napped in the sun. We squealed, running inside the keep, our dresses completely soaked! Do you remember when the old septa yelled at us? Oh how unlady like for us to run in the Keep! ” You grinned, shaking her hand as you both laughed.

Conversation flowed gently amongst the table for all except Aemond, who sat silently in his chair opposite you, staring at every movement you made. You felt as if you were being circled by a vulture, or more appropriately; a Dragon.

You were growing irritated with his presence; the pain in your feet, lack of sleep and splitting headache adding to your agitation. Sharply looking at him, you gave him a sickly sweet smile. If he wished to pretend, then you would do well to do the same; only better. 

“Dear uncle," You drawled, "I am sorry again for my behaviour last night. I had far too much to drink, and was feeling sorrow knowing that I had missed so many years with you. You have grown from being a small boy into a man.” You sipped at your drink, softening your eyes to him, begging him to challenge you.

His cheek twitched, then he hummed.

“Apologise not niece, for I should be asking for forgiveness. I only wished to congratulate you on the beautiful woman you have become. Any man would be blessed by the Seven to be betrothed to you.” He purred, lightly grabbing his goblet and lifting it to his mouth, siping it slowly, before placing it back down, humming again in thought.

He continued.

“I saw your maids go to your room last evening in a hurry carrying medical supplies. I worried you had injured yourself.” His voice became louder, catching the attention of the table as he paused to stare intently at you.

“Are you well?” He hid a smug smirk behind his goblet, cheek twitching in excitement. 

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me you were hurt?”  Your mother interrupted, concerned in her voice. Alicent looked at her son then back at you.

“I am fine,” You pointedly looked at your mother, glancing to Alicent and then back to Aemond,

“Saria had cut herself badly in the kitchen preparing me a light snack, I find myself hungry when I drink. I told them to come to my chambers so that we may treat her, so as to not disturb the Maester at such a late hour.” You cooly said, offering a small smile to your brothers who looked at you oddly.

They knew.

“Is the girl alright?” Alicent asked, ever the diligent Queen.

“She is fine, no stitches needed." You watched Aemond as you spoke, "We washed and bandaged her and then I sent them both to bed. The evening had had enough excitement for all of us it seemed.” You folded your hands onto the table and leant forward,

“Thank you for your concern uncle. I know that after last evening, I did not deserve your thoughts. I hope I did not ruin your restful night.”

Aemond hummed.

“Then I am glad you are in good health, Zaldrītsos” (Little Dragon.)

You tilted your body away from him and turned to your mother,

“Where is father?”

“He is out riding Caraxes.”  She replied, “You know your father, he is ever restless. I think he has missed flying above the Red Keep.” She responded, a tight smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes. He must be avoiding spending more time with Alicent. All knew his distain for the Green Queen.

“I have missed flying here too. Perhaps I will ride Sȳndor today.” Your fingers twitched, an overwhelming need to be in the sky surrounded you. You wished to be away from the stuffy propriety of the Red Keep.

“I will come with you!” Lucerys exclaimed. He had never flown in the Red Keep before, as he and Arrax were too young.

“You may go with your sister.” Your mother said gently, “It has been a long time since y/n has been here, and I’m sure she has missed it as much as Prince Daemon.”

You smiled at your mother, thankful for her kindness.

“I would love if you joined me, Luc! I can show you around. Take you to a secret beach only those on Dragon back can reach.” You smiled, as he sat high in his chair beaming, looking to Jacaerys who smiled back.

“You’re welcome to join us Jacaerys.” You offered.

“Im going to sit out on riding today, I fear the travel has caught up to me as well.” He replied, eyeing Aemond suspiciously.

The One-Eyed Prince didn’t even look to your brother, instead keeping his focus on you. 

Your feet were sharply knocked, pain radiated through you, as his boot silently kicked out at you from beneath the table. You grunted, curling your feet beneath you, clenching your teeth as white hot searing pain coiled its way around you, making you hold your breath. A small smirk slithered onto his face.

Do not think. Do not react.

Helaena who sat next to you, had heard your grunt and reached for your hand, stroking her thumb across the top of yours she muttered beneath her breath.

“Beware the beast beneath the boards.” 

You turned to look at Princess Helaena who was watching you intently. Her gaze lowered, looking down at the floor. You followed her line of sight. Her eyes trained on your feet.

“Would you like to go for a walk Princess y/n? There is so much I wish to tell you, and I’m sure you have a few stories of your own to tell.” She softly asked, eyes still stuck to your feet.

“Of course,” You sighed, biting your cheeks to hold in a sob of pain, “I have missed my aunt terribly, and would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity.” You pushed out a laugh; it sounded strained.

You forced yourself to chew and swallow the remaining food on your plate, filling your stomach. The food felt heavy as it settled, nausea coming with the pain in your feet. You felt your forehead begin to sweat.

After you finished your meal you excused yourself and began to walk back to your chambers, feeling Aemonds eye on the back of your head.

Do not think. Do not think. Do not think.

You pushed through the pain, grinding your teeth together as you forced yourself to walk normally, pushing your full weight into the tender soles of your feet. With each step, you felt the stitches pull.

As you walked, you heard a rush of feet against the stone floor behind you. Turning back sharply you saw Jacaerys, eyebrows pulled into a frown and lips sat in a hard line.

“What did he do to you?” He demanded.

“Shh,” You silenced him, quickly looking around, “These walls have ears brother, watch your tongue.” Your eyes searched his, grabbing his hand to urge him to walk faster whilst you entered your chambers. 

Once the door was shut you let out a sob, hand coming to angrily brush the perspiration on your face away from the exertion of the walk. You limped towards the the arm chair in front of the empty fireplace, your brother hurriedly following you grasping your elbow for support.

Dropping into the chair you stretched your feet outwards, tears falling from your eyes. Jacaerys knelt in front of you and held your hands. He was always a kind brother. Your mother had raised him to be a gentleman, and he was patient and fearless like his father. 

“What is wrong sister? Please tell me.” He asked in a panic, holding your hands tightly, slowly brushing his thumbs back and forth.

You shook your head. If Jacaerys knew he would go after Aemond, and Aemond would not hold back. The years have made him bitter, and unforgiving. The young boy you once knew, now had no mercy.

“Please y/n, tell me what ales you?” His hands coming to cup your face, holding your gaze on him. Shaking your head you let out a shuddering breath.

“Did he do this to you?” He demanded. You didn’t respond, looking down into your lap, letting tears roll down your cheeks. His attention was drawn away from your face.

On the floor beside your boots, a small puddle of blood had begun to leak out, pooling onto the tiles, the viscous liquid seeping into the cracks.

“I’ll kill him.”  He hissed, voice low and full of venom. He stood up abruptly, and your hand shot out to grab him.

“No! He did not do this.” You lied, pleading him with your eyes to cease his prying.

“Then tell me what happened, or I swear to the Seven I will take his other eye.” He hissed.

“It was not him. I had gotten back to my chambers, and was still drinking, I dropped the glass and sliced my feet. I was drunk, the storm had made me uneasy, and I was clumsy from exhaustion.” You explained, praying he believed you.

He stared keenly at you, checking your eyes for signs of deceit.

“Please, he did not harm me.” You sighed a breath, clutching at his wrists,

“I came straight to my chambers last night and drank too much. I didn’t want to fetch the Maester out of embarrassment. I had made a fool of myself and wished to drown in wine alone.” You evaded.

“Do you swear he did not touch you?” He asked, holding your face in his hands still, eyes searching yours.

“I swear to you, he did not lay a hand on me. The last I saw of him was when we dined. Please,”  You held his wrists tighter, “Don’t tell mother. She needn't any more stress put upon her shoulders.”

His face softened as he watched you plead him, his hand coming to brush a tear from your face. The dark haired boy leant forward, kissing your forehead,

“I won’t tell, but only if you do not go flying today. You will only injure them more.” He looked down at your feet, “Are the cuts very deep?”

“I will live lēkia.” (brother) You insisted squeezing his hand, 

“But Lucerys will be so upset if I don’t take him.” You looked back down at your lap. You didn’t want to upset your younger brother.

With a sigh he kissed your hand, “I will take him, and say that you are ill from last night and that you would take him on the morrow.”

“Thank you.” You weakly smiled back. You leant on your chair and closed your eyes, sighing.

“I will fetch Saria and Aella to come bring you the milk of the poppy.” 

You started to protest but he interrupted you, 

“Have you even slept? You look haunted.” He asked. You uttered a small no.

“You will have milk of the poppy. They will clean your feet once more and you will rest.” He spoke with conviction, “I can’t survive this vipers nest without you.” He added, softer this time. 

Giving you a crooked smile he stood, kissing the top of your head and you nodded defeatedly; and with that he left your room. 

Saria and Aella came and cleaned your feet, changing your bandages. A stitch had come loose, but you refused to restitch it, you would rather the mangled scar than have the sensation of the needle again.

You drank the milk of the poppy and dressed for bed, the girls assisting you to lay in the soft covers. Your eyes began to drift shut quickly after, the pain in your feet leaving, and soon you fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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okay well, i logged back in, obviously, because there are clearly some things that need to be addressed and have been taken out of context. just because i’m leaving doesn’t mean i should sit here and let my name be smeared. 

to preface this, anantaru and i had a discussion where we came to a congenial understanding of what happened, there's been an acknowledgment on both sides of misunderstanding and believing distorted rumors and people that we probably should not have, but i’m still going to give a full explanation as to the background of everything so you all can understand and come to your own opinions. plus, if there's going to be a call-out post directed majorly at me made, i want an official address of it.

please do NOT send any hate their way, we have ended this discussion on good terms and have worked out what exactly was stirring this discourse between us. (spoiler alert: there was a third-party shit-stirrer that we both considered a decent friend at the time!)

i don’t really need a reason to block someone, and i shouldn’t have to explain it, but i did and i will again but more explicitly this time: @/anantaru made a post that i did not like. it’s as simple as that. it was a post about genshin characters and sex icks and one of the lines were “venti: too drunk.” i’m not anti-dc, but there are topics that i am sensitive about because i was sa’d in my freshman year of college—that is something i have talked about on this blog before, many of you who've been around since my tr era are aware of it. i acknowledged, and tee acknowledged, that this was probably a joke and was not meant to be taken the way i took it, but the aloof/casual way it was mentioned without any TW of implied dubcon, and without acknowledging that it was at least dubcon and could border on noncon in certain interpretations made me uncomfortable. i don’t mind seeing it as long as i’m warned. if it was tagged properly, i would have moved on without much care, but it wasn’t, so i was scrolling through the post snorting and was hit with that and i was made uncomfortable because i didn't like how it was just being passed off as an ick, and i blocked. there was no reason for it to go beyond what it did, yet we are here. anantaru mentioned that if you frequent their blog, you would know that they often write about venti and reader being drunk—i don’t frequent their blog, in fact this was my first encounter with them being reblogged onto my dash by shared mutuals, so it rubbed me wrong. thats the end of it. 

i’m not sure the exact timing, but i believe it was two(?) weeks after this, when i reblogged an unpopular opinion’s post with an opinion that i thought was fairly harmless. sure, looking back on it i could have phrased it better, i’m not going to deny that, but pinpointing my one opinion out of the hundreds of others that were objectively far more controversial than mine and crucifying me for it is uncalled for. you guys know very well that i do not have the time or energy to sift through random people’s blogs to look for minors. every once in a while i glance at the notes of shit posts that happen to be on my dash and i’d be a bit startled at finding a minor in them because i still do think you should at least try to catch minors who interact with shit posts because that’s the easiest way to find them. but i was working at a medium sized firm for a year and a half at the time of the post and i am currently in law school, i do not have the time to be psychotic about people’s likes and interaction, and even if i did have the time?? i’ve always gotten incredible interaction from y’all lmfao, imposing the idea that i’m jealous is entirely inane. i do still stand by the fact that my words were twisted, i was made out, more than once and by more than one person after the next bullet point's events, to have been some psycho that stalks peoples’ posts for excuses as to why they get interaction when that is simply not the case. 

regardless, after this incident, anantaru made a vague post that was almost directly quoting my tags from the reblog and was thus sent to me because many shared mutuals put together that it was about my tags. this was upsetting for multiple reasons 1) i had blocked anantaru by this point so i felt a bit violated that i was being vagued for something by someone that i blocked. 2) i started getting hate anons en masse after it, some of which were very unnecessarily explicit. needless to say, i was very upset and made a subpost on my main account after noticing i’ve been blocked on ao3 because 1) i was already upset and i didn’t even know why anantaru seemed to have it out for me much less go to the point of blocking on ao3 which leads into my next point and 2) i thought it was a bit ridiculous because the only thing blocking on ao3 stops is people from commenting on posts and i clearly was not going to comment on a post of someone who i was not on good terms with. reasoning aside, anantaru can block who they want and i was out of line for making comments about that in particular. i’ll admit that, and apologize for it. 

a screenshot was taken from my personal—not a good moment for me, obviously, but anantaru claimed in their post that it was about them with no evidence. i dmed them about this in particular because i was genuinely confused, we spoke about it, i offered them proof that it was not them because i had a discussion about this post with a close friend at the time of posting it and they believed me. i will attach screenshots below (cropped because there's no reason to attach the whole conversation) because i feel as if this accusation was rather extreme and i wish it would’ve been removed because it was obviously not my best moment. an explanation for the post itself, i was upset over plagiarism accusations regarding something i put my heart and soul into and then seeing the same person that made them consistently on my dash just straight up triggered me, for lack of a better word lol, so i made a vent on my personal. how it got misconstrued as to be anything about anantaru is baffling to me but i suppose that's a question for the subject of our next bullet point. i don’t want to go into detail about the accusations in themselves because i don’t want people to send the actual person who it’s about hate. regardless, that post was not about anantaru, i have never called them a cunt nor have i ever called them a gatekeepy cunt, though i’m beginning to think i should probably remove the word from my vocabulary atp, i use it far too flippantly. anyway, i do not know them well enough to formulate any sort of opinion like that. aside from that, in our discussion we came to an understanding over it and i wish that would have been cleared on their blog as wel. so i'll attach here (i crossed some out because i don't want to breach any boundaries regarding what anantaru might be comfortable sharing but i do think it's fair for me to want this particular point fully cleared as it was a bold accusation remaining up):

5. in our discussion, we came to realize that we have/had a shared mutual who was fostering discourse between the two of us. many of you will recognize her as audri aka alucrds, who has supposedly left tumblr by this point—i suspected this and anantaru has confirmed it while we were talking. audri was sending anantaru my posts claiming that they were about anantaru, but i will stress that the only actual discussions i ever had with anyone about anantaru was with tee and eris about that initial joke because it had upset me at the time, it never extended beyond that and it certainly was never with audri. my only conversation with audri that mentioned anantaru at all was probably around a week or so after i made the post in point 3, when audri asked me about ao3 blocking in casual conversation and i offhandedly mentioned that anantaru had blocked me on there—audri was a close friend at that point and iirc, she had actually told me right after that that anantaru had her blocked on tumblr, i had no idea that they'd been mutuals at all but either way, it was an offhanded comment that led to nowhere (or so i thought LOL). looking back on it, it was clearly her baiting me into giving her information about the post i made a week or so prior because after talking with anantaru, they explained that they got an anonymous message claiming that i was shit talking them for blocking them on ao3 and the only person that could have put together that the vent post from point 3 was about anantaru was audri herself. audri continued to evidently cherry-pick random vent posts of mine to show anantaru and claim that they were about them. why? i wish i could tell you. i considered audri a decent enough friend, and though she had her fair share of issues with mutuals and other friends of mine, i never really thought she’d stoop to this with me. but i guess there’s really no explaining people who thrive in discourse.

6. my comment in my most recent post about being harassed on ao3 and in comments and in asks was not about them at all. i thought it was very clearly about heliotropes (my dottore series) and pressure to update from certain readers, but i'm clarifying that now.

7. i never intended on directly addressing this, which is why i did not directly name anantaru in my post, if i’d known at the time that tee was going to end up addressing all of this, i would’ve just been straight up with all of it.

anyway, i think that’s all, hopefully this will be the last post for real as i am tired mentally and now i am also physically sleep deprived. i've been up since three so forgive me for typos and grammar errors. this all has gone on for over a year. sorry for all the discourse on y'all's dash, wish i could have left with a bit more grace than this. rumors have been blown out of proportions and blindly believed, things have been taken out of context, such is life. i made my fair share of mistakes on my personal blog with my vents, others have admitted and owned up to their own mistakes, some will never admit to their mistakes. such is life. it moves on, always does. i know all of y'all are smart enough to come to your own opinions.

over and out, sorry again, and logged out (hopefully for real this time),

cat

[wastemee]

i think that i would die

jimmy grant (?) + fem reader

content warning . noncon/dubcon , toxic relationship , painal , barely legal reader

note: very unedited!!!! I’m lazy this is bad

When your eighteenth birthday has finally come , you had never been happier. You’re an adult (in the eyes of the law , at least)! Late night clubbing and cigarettes , here you come. Although you don’t have much friends , at least you have your trusty ID on you and your car (which is really your parents). College is definitely an option , your parents would provide you the money if you asked. But for now , you’re just working at some job that’s mundane and boring. The only reason you go is because your parents have connections , got you a job so you can buy all the stuff you could ever want. Given it’s in your paycheck budget.

Nothing or anybody interesting happened to catch your eye during your shift , until a few months ago. Your now boyfriend , Jimmy. He’s tall , handsome , and although he’s a bit dark , he’s yours. If your wish was to get an extremely morally gray boyfriend who definitely has personal issues , you won the lottery.

Your family doesn’t approve , but who would? He has very.. “controversial” opinions and strange comments on modern things that he claimed , “I didn’t have in my day”. His thoughts on feminism are bleh. Whenever you ask for him to elaborate , his response is always something like , “This word has gone to shit” or “Women think they have so much power”. He has very traditional beliefs about women , he still thinks that the only place women are needed is the kitchen and on their male partners dick. And honestly thinks you’re an idiot for still dating him.

Dating is a funny word to him. He wouldn’t consider your relationship ‘dating’ , he just likes you because you’re young , conventionally attractive , and a little bit naive. If he told you the roof said gullible on it , you’d look up because you trust him that much. Fresh meat. That’s what you are. You’re barely legal , what more is there to like?

He has you tag along with him to get togethers with his former coworkers , people he was working with in space! Amazing. He went from working in space to fucking and dumping girls from eighteen to twenty. When he first told you about his former job , you couldn’t believe him. He’s a sleaze , a sleazy astronaut.

Curly , his best friend , is chatting it up with him in his dirty apartment. Stubble frames his nice skin , lips curled up into a grin. He’s cute. But in a dog kind of way , not like a grown man. He has nice , blonde hair and his eyes are full of promise and kindness , unlike his best friend. Anya’s a young lady with sad looking eyes and a shaggy haircut , who for some reason , seems a bit uncomfortable with Jimmy. She doesn’t say much , Jimmy told you that. He also said she was extremely incompetent and utterly incapable of doing anything on the ship , but he says that about a lot of people. Then there’s Daisuke , who is just a ball of joy. Jimmy seems irritated by his painfully optimistic behavior whenever he interjects in conversation or talks.

Any idiot knows that if someone talks to you about another , then obviously they’ll talk about you as well. Unfortunately , you don’t. Nothing could’ve prepared you for all the things you found out Jimmy says about you when snooping through his phone , and his little friend doesn’t even say anything. Usually if someone were to call their girlfriend an idiot , or ‘meat’ , the average person would feel disturbed. But Curly shrugs it off with no reprimands for your boyfriend’s icky comments.

And of course , when Jimmy found out about your sneaky little habit , he was pissed for sure. A quick slap to your face , or shoving his dick down your throat when you definitely don’t want it , obviously does nothing for your behavior. Instead of forcing your head down on him , maybe fucking you so hard you feel like your guts will fall out could fix your behavioral issues.

He’s really pushing the limits of his flimsy bed frame with the way he thrusts into your ass , one hand on the headboard and the other gripping your already bruised hips. Pained moans slip out of your throat and into his hot room’s space , stubby nails scratching against the cheap wood. “Jim— Jimmy—“ you barely manage to gasp , tears pricking at your eyes and your stomach churning from both the pain and the unfamiliar feeling of him tearing into your body. He ignores your pleas , only pressing your face into the headboard harshly.

He groans under his breath , gritting his teeth and burying himself into you , chest pressed against your back like he’s trying to merge your sweaty bodies together. All he can think about is the way you clench around him and squirm like a wounded animal , and it’s the only thing keeping him going. The thought of molding you into what he wants and dumping you on the side of the street back at your house after he loses all interest in you makes his head spin and his dick hard.

“Please,” you whimper , pained tears rolling down your face and soaking into his dirty sheets. Your teary eyes squeeze shut , because if you look at him , you might just hurl all over yourself *and* the pillows. His hand moves from your hip and to your warm face , nails digging into your puffy cheeks and forcing your face to his. He doesn’t even need you to open your eyes and see his face when he’s fucking you like an animal , rough and hard.

“It’ll be over,” Jimmy mutters , hot breath making contact with your face and making your nose scrunch up instinctively. Cigarettes and booze , it sickens you. “ ‘cause you’ll shut up and take it , right? Let me cum in you without a word?” His words are harsh and teasing in a way. Teasing you because he knows you’ll never say no , teasing you because no matter what your friends and family say , you’ll let him do whatever he wishes.

Callously hands drift down to your tight throat , squeezing lightly. Not enough to kill you , but enough to make you feel light headed and sick to your stomach. Your hand overlaps his , urging him to take his rough hand from your windpipe. Listening to you is the last thing he’ll ever do.

All of this banging you against was practically foreplay , and his orgasm is the main event of his rape-y affection. He moans through his gritted teeth , hips meeting yours and spewing his seed into you , not bothering to pull out or check up on you with a simple , “You okay?”.

Just because you’re used to it , doesn’t mean you like. It definitely doesn’t mean that.

Jimmy’s hands slowly fall from your neck , lips pressed against your temple and his lips curled up into a cruel smirk. “Shit,” he murmurs into your ear , knocking against your head with his fist. “Think I’ve emptied you all of you’ve got. Don’t think there’s anything in here”. He chuckles , voice just as condescending as ever. You’re starting to think he’s right. Maybe there isn’t anything in your head , not anymore , you wouldn’t doubt it. From hopeful and optimistic , to drained all in the span of a few weeks.

You’ve made your bed , and now you must lie in it. For however long Jimmy deems fit.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/740770232410554368/i-read-an-old-fic-that-was-tagged-no-archive?source=share

Another reply from this same anon who sent this ask - you can just append it to the previous one I sent earlier tonight if you want

You and a few of the replies seemed to regard my lack of detail as suspicious, so I wanted to clarify about that: I didn't put much in my ask to you purely because I felt like if I did, it might make it too obvious what fic it is. This is in a small fandom where identifying details would make it easy to find, and I didn't want to risk anyone going after the fic or author. Not that I thought your readers necessarily would, but you never know with Tumblr. I did put more detail in my report than I gave you, much more.

I recognize you can't render a verdict on a fic you haven't read, and I wasn't really asking you to (sorry if that didn't come across clearly). My question was "is it fair to report something for lacking a warning if it is non-con, but the author didn't seem to intend it that way with the tone of how they wrote it?" (The rest of the fic's tone/framing was such that they did not expect the reader to be put off by the scene, see it as negatively impacting the relationship, and later the "assailant" basically tells the "victim" that he forced sex on him out of his love for him, and the victim accepts it.) Or more generally "should you report for lack of a warning if you're not quite sure if something qualifies as non-con?"

As it is, you fully answered those questions, so thank you! And the more general advice about not being afraid to use the report feature so long as you're familiar with the rules and doing it responsibly, because AO3 does truly looking through it in detail and there are low "consequences" for the author. Thanks to what you said, I did end up sending in a report.

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Ah. I see your point.

Since AO3 has extremely limited tagging requirements, the few it does have are enforced based on an attempt at community consensus. Like... would your average reasonable person think this seems like noncon that should get a noncon warning?

That's sometimes hard to judge, obviously, but the author going "I think it's fine!" does not always get the last word here. If it were a dubcon fic, tagged as such, PAC might side with them and say it's up to author discretion where the line is. If it's pretty blatantly noncon and seems to be presented as fully consensual, they typically won't.

Underage is probably the most objective of the archive warnings and graphic violence the hardest to decide on with noncon and major character death somewhere in the middle.

[saintsugu]

ive taken the past few days to gather my mental bearings and try to properly formulate my thoughts. as a survivor of csa, i do not take these topics and criminal allegations lightly.

- starting with the two (2) threads that i wrote on twitter: writing has always been a form of therapy for me. I began writing on Twt, rather than just post on this blog, for a reason. It was separate from the the friends i’ve made on here. I’d be able to write things that about trauma that i’m too ashamed to admit. I could discuss topics that have been prevailing factors in my own real life without feeling worried about being shamed. I get that these are taboo topics (and for good reason), but I don’t know where the conclusion formed that just because i was discussing / consuming these topics through fiction, automatically meant that i was getting off on the idea of it happening in real life; especially compared to the possibility that maybe i was using it to cope.

Everybody has lines they’re not willing to cross. I get it; I have those too, believe it or not. for me— as a survivor, discussion of underaged content falls into the same category alongside of noncon, stepcest/incest and cannablism. None of which i support in real life yet all of which i have at some point consumed via fiction. Now obviously, these standards aren’t the same for everyone, but in my mind there is no difference. I would never accuse someone of being a r*pist if they wrote noncon. I would never claim that it’s dangerous for them to interact with women in their real lives.

People deal with trauma in different ways. When I first started to write dark content on my old blog, i dipped my feet into dubcon. I didn’t care much for it. But then in the months following, i was SA’ed by my best friend. I then began to write graphic noncon. And i felt a bit better— a bit more in control. I was now choosing when and where i was viewing and consuming fiction with these topics, rather than when i had something i did not want forced onto me.

It’s taken me a long time to begin to process certain things that took place in my childhood. Having to process something, that happened more than a decade ago, entirely alone with zero support from anyone i know is difficult. I found a way to help myself cope. My methods may have been unsavory and uncomfortable for people, but not to the extent of graphically telling me how to k*ll myself in my inbox. Yes, I did write and consume underaged fiction in order to cope with my personal trauma. I fully own up to that. At the end of the day, fiction is just fiction.

Concerning the ‘expose’ post, the OP also claims that this was not to start a witchhunt, just to shed light to the situation; all the while, they were in my inbox telling me to kill myself before even making a post. Alright. People have had no issues calling me the f slur, making transphobic remarks/purposely misgendering me, and of course, graphically telling me how i should end my life. They’ve sent hundreds of asks claiming they care about the situation, when in my opinion—which might not mean much, no matter how you feel about me, if you resort to threatening, hate mobbing and threatening me irl, you are not handling things in the right way either.

In regards to the minor in my following list, i don’t know who she was or if her pinned post had changed. when i read the expose post i immediately unfollowed her and checked to be met with the fact that she didn’t follow me and we had shared a total of zero messages between the two of us. I am unsure if her pinned post changed or if I had foolishly followed her without checking to a full extent. Either way, we had no interactions. That might sound like a copout but unfortunately, i have no other commentary i can share on the matter.

at the end of it all, i can only control my own boundaries. i tag everything accordingly and that is the most i can do. drawing and fictional pieces cannot be considered cp.

[neoarchipelago]

tw for rape and sorta mentions of suicide (just basically saying kys in context ) for those very sensitive or triggered by these!!

but like i went through all the posts i could find and they never said anything bad about non con or dubcon she said rape fics were bad- and the point of her being a “hypocrite” for writing dubcon confuses me as why would someone who didnt support that stuff write it? it doesn’t make sense to me. i understand not liking her point on the kys bit but you guys got really hung up on it and completely missed the point of it about literal rape being romanticized and used as a fetish, not noncon and the likes used as a coping mechanism. it breaks my heart to see especially from people i supported and enjoyed a lot and got me into this community supporting rape. ive dealt with lots of sexual assults and have been raped myself a few times starting from a young age and let me tell you, its horrible. me and my boyfriend do get quite rough at times and do indulge in things like noncon- something that is used to cope and can help- and it is so much different than actually being raped. if you like it rough and dirty trust me girl i completely get it but actually being raped is the most demeaning, violating, and live devastating things that can happen- not to mention the other physical side affects of it. not trying to spread hate, maybe i should be for supporting it, but im more just sad? like seeing a community im so into and my biggest comfort character ( who also has dealt with rape) supporting and defending it all just feels like a betrayal and so debilitating. so many of my safe spaces have been ruined in a physical and metaphysical sense and it just reminds me of the sa when i was a teenager and other boys on my team (i was raped and abused by multiple wrestlers as i was the only girl in the sport in a very large state wide tournament hosted by my school) joking about it and making it not serious not taking me serious and sexualizing the whole situation and thinking i was lucky for a chick. just sickening and heartbreaking to see and the worst throwback thursday ever.

Hi love. First of all, I'm truly sorry of what happened to you. No one should ever have to go through that and you are truly amazingly strong.

Thank you for sharing your point through respect and calm.

I'd like to throw you back to this essay that explains my point of view here. Of course, it's understandable if you don't accept it. I'm not here to convince anyone on this. This is sharing a point of view.

Here, hoping that you fully understand.

This will however be the last time I'll debate on this subject, further comment or anons will simply get a copy paste.

THIS CONTAINS SA , SH AND SEXUAL CONTENT, BE CAREFUL

I- dub-con, non-con and CNC kink in fiction.

A- the place of these themes in fiction and how it separated from reality.

I think the line has to be drawn. A line people seem to forget too easily. Obviously, rape is a horrible thing. This fact has never been refuted in any fics or novels or books. No writer will ever tell you, ‘rape is awesome and soooo romantic’.

Fiction is absolutely fiction. We are aware of it. There's a big difference. This obviously something readers choose to read being aware of fiction. Being aware that the real thing is horrible. Warnings and tags are always there to avoid readers unaware of it.

B- the differences with other themes

One thing I've been asked is what kind of difference writing rape is from writing dub-con or even pedophilia?

On dub-con, the line is blurred. Softer, protagonist may be in a path where the sexual action is wanted but blocked by the mind or pushed to it by the other protagonist, forcing their own need to give in. It is still seen as rape as consent is not fully given. There's not much difference from non-con. Writers usually use this tag to avoid any triggers to people.

For pedophilia, let's see this in a more details. I think we can all agree that all these themes, dub-con, CNC, non con, always involve adults. Whatever it is the kink, or in stories, it’s adults. Adults who are aware of what sex is and what this kink it. Children should never be near any of those themes. It's not about kinks anymore, children don't have kinks.

II- the reality of voicing your opinion on internet

A- SA victims and SH victims, sexual shame

Now there's something we need to talk about. Writing theses themes are used by many as a coming mechanism. SA victims may often use these writings to help the aftermath of these events in their own life.

In the kink itself it's something that obviously causes a lot of shame towards people who are not part of it. But many things need to be said. It's a need for a control of a situation that is dangerous and traumatizing. It's a sign of truth with your partner. Fiction is a way to live that fantasy in full safety as they are clearly aware of the truth of that situation in real life.

Now the thing that has started this whole conversation was the ‘don’t forget to tell rape kink writers to off themselves’.

It is not a small detail. Not at all!

This is where fiction is separated from reality. You are telling a real person to commit a real act that could lead to fatal consequences.

Obviously I think we’re all aware that many people on this website suffer from depression, self harm tendencies and bullying. I do too. Your words matter. Trust me. We’ve seen it with Inquisitor’s death while a live TikTok.

Many other tiktokers who had helped not only spread rumors but bully the creator only realized their mistake once he killed himself.

This is a no turn back situation.

Do you think you have the guts to wake up in the morning, knowing someone killed themselves because they wrote something you were against? That you are the reason they died? Their families are grieving?

You can find an article on the CNC kink here:

-https://www.choosingtherapy.com/consensual-non-consent/

B- respect even through anger

We have established one thing. The internet is a wild, free universe. Anyone can say or write or post whatever they want.

You are free to voice out your opinion, anger amongst these binary and servers. But one thing that is not ok is the way you say it.

A point doesn't need to be full of hate or threats to be said. Especially when serious consequences could be blown by it.

Everyone has their opinion, things they don't like. You are free to avoid tags, not read, block people. Protect yourself first. But attacking isn't protecting yourself. You’re simply causing another kind of harm.

People need to own up to their words and actions.

If you tell someone to kill themselves, it's horrible. It's an actual crime. A full crime.

-

[inazumaeleven-fanfiction]

The Inazuma Eleven fandom almost has no engagement when it comes to their fanfiction. This blog is dedicated to remedy this by reblogging them in one place to make it easier for anybody to find the stories that they want conveniently. You may even find new fanfictions and pairing/poly ships that interests you as you scroll through!

This blog exists not only to promote fanfiction solely by reblogging, but also to act as an archive for the ones posted in tumblr! This will be run majorly by queues from posts found from variations of the inazuma eleven fanfiction tags so please be patient! This blog does not accept submissions of posts nor does it make an own post promoting any fanfiction!

You are highly encouraged to tag this blog on any posted writing pieces! Make sure it's either a link to an existing story or a post of the written piece itself please! Drabbles are accepted and will be tagged as such.

Non-fanfiction tags to filter out if you only want the archives: #ief mod talks, #inazuma eleven fandom events, #ief writing prompt rb, #inatober 2023, #inatober 2023 fanart, and for everything at the same time: #not ief

Now, let's review the following:

1. This blog will not reblog posts that:

are not inazuma eleven and anything related to any of the inazuma eleven games, manga, and any seasons of the anime series (crossovers are allowed here!!)

are just detailing WIPs or explaining how a story would go (unless there's a link to the story with at least one chapter)

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are romantasizing grooming (relationships w/ 2 year age gaps are not grooming!!)

have ships where they're both adults but the older have known the younger one when they were still a minor while they're already an adult

are romantasizing rape / are noncon and dubcon

are character bashing

have smut of characters 17 years old and below -> I understand that most of these may be created by people the same age as the characters but since it brings me discomfort, I will not be reblogging them here

are dead doves without the relevant warning tags (dead doves that are not anything above are alright as long as they're tagged)

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4. Please do:

REBLOG the fanfiction you like in your blog for it to gain traction!! This is the only way you can encourage your favorite writers to write more!!

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SEND THE WRITERS ASKS about their stories! I promise they will love you forever!

SUPPORT and BOOST your writers anyway you can, unless you want fanfictions to disappear forever :)

TELL ME if you do not want your work shared by this blog! No reason is too small for your discomfort!!

5. You are highly encouraged to filter the tags that is a spoiler to you or brings you discomfort! Here are the ones this blog will be using:

Series : #Ina11og #Ina11og2 #Ina11og3 #ina11timeskip10yrs #Ina11go #Ina11cs #Ina11gal #Ina11ares #Ina11ori #Ina11manga #Ina11games ; when the fic encompasses everything in a season / it wasn't mentioned where part of the season it happened: #ina11s1 #ina11sgo #ina11areori

Language : #ina11fEnglish #ina11fSpanish #ina11fItalian #ina11fBrazilianPortuguese #ina11fPortuguese (will be updated by the reblogged stories; if it's on a language I don't speak, I will either ask for someone whether it's within any of the rules above or I will google translate the information I need to know)

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Ships : character x character (x character...) will fall on alphabetical order ; ie: #endou mamoru x gouenji shuuya x kidou yuuto / #axel blaze x jude sharp x mark evans

Platonics : character & character (& character...) will fall on alphabetical order ; ie: #endou mamoru & gouenji shuuya & kidou yuuto / #axel blaze & jude sharp & mark evans

QPRs : character + character (+ character...) will fall on alphabetical order ; ie: #endou mamoru + gouenji shuuya + kidou yuuto / #axel blaze + jude sharp + mark evans

X Readers / X OCs : general tag: #iechara x reader #nsfw iechara x reader #iechara x oc ; character comes first: #endou mamoru x reader / #mark evans x oc

Story Length : #Ina11drabbles #Ina11multi #Ina11oneshot #Ina11below1k #Ina11below2k #Ina11below3k etc ; long fics reblogged so far: #ina11below102k

Triggers : tw *insert trigger* / cw *trigger* ; ie: tw sa / cw sexual assault

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Genre : #general audiences #teen up and audiences #mature audiences #suggestive #nsfw ; #script format #script heavy #nonfiction format ; #general #humor #romance #tragedy #fluff #romcom #hurt/comfort (will be updated by the reblogged stories)

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[aeide-thea]

[consent in fiction, content warnings]

i started to make a post abt this earlier and then scrapped it, but like, long and boring details aside, i guess really what i'm still thinking about is the way in which content warnings are, probably inevitably, sometimes so insufficient as to be actively worse than nothing—

like, okay, the specific thing i encountered this morning was a fuck-or-die sex pollen fic tagged as 'no archive warnings apply,' which is obviously, uh, debatable, given that the trope is kind of inherently dub-con at best, but the author had tagged for 'sex pollen' and 'fuck or die,' so i guess those individual tags do give readers a sufficient-if-not-generous heads-up that, like, here be dragons or whatever… but then i actually read the fic in question, bc while i feel neutral abt the trope i've often liked this author's work in the past, and like, the actual consent issue that fucked me up a little was that the sex pollen wasn't just an organic phenomenon or lab accident or whatever, as often, but rather deliberately inflicted on the leads, and not by yr run-of-the-mill Evil Experimenters/Torturers/what-have-you, but rather by… the narrator's ex's sisters, as payback for… his ex's having broken up with him???

which, fine, whatever, people sometimes do fucked up shit and you can certainly include that in a story; but the love interest's reaction to discovering this is just to be 'amused,' while the narrator is like, i'm just relieved my ex is still willing to talk to me! which again, fine, whatever, people do shrug off serious violations of their autonomy out of a desire to maintain social bonds, that also isn't unrealistic or unreasonable to portray in a fic; but that entire aspect of the situation got literally less than 2% of the fic's whole word count devoted to it, i guess because we're in Romance Land where the only thing allowed to have actual emotional weight is intra-relationship developments, and anything outside that context is just meaningless scaffolding, even if in real life it would be a pretty fucking big deal, and probably pretty traumatizing, to find out your ex's family had literally poisoned you???

anyway, sorry, i guess i couldn't restrain myself from going into excruciating detail after all, but tl;dr it's just like. it frankly made me feel much weirder to encounter that plot point in a context where other, more familiar dubcon tropes had been warned for, because it made me feel much more uncertain that the author actually recognized it was an issue! i'd have preferred it if they'd just slapped an 'author chose not to use archive warnings' on the whole thing!

[cw for discussion of a fictional depiction of deliberately painful sex]

reminds me of a fic that fucked me up much more a while back, where a character had consented to sex and consented, too, to poorly-defined punishment, but the form the punishment ended up taking was deliberately-careless penetration that caused the character pain on purpose, and neither the character nor i were braced for that, and while i guess you maybe couldn't say it needed a noncon label, because technically both sex and punishment had been agreed to, it definitely was like. while you-the-author may technically have your bases covered here in a legalistic way, this was definitely a pretty deliberate bait-and-switch that was triggering both for the character it happened to and for me! and like. was it effective as a reading experience? honestly, yeah! i got an emotional journey out of it that really mirrored the character's—method reading, if you will. but do i still resent that author for it, literal years later? also yeah.

anyway i guess basically the thing is like. i'd much rather know i'm venturing into unknown territory and be on my metaphorical toes, than have situations like the above where like, everything is supposedly safely tagged, but the author's standards for that aren't the same as yours, and then something slides between the cracks to sting you?? like, i'm (hopefully obviously) not opposed to content warnings, and do typically provide them on this blog, but there's an extent to which it's like. a guardrail that gets dislodged when you put any actual weight on it is more dangerous, actually, than a wholly unfenced drop…

[hexiewrites]

god in addition to just tagging things in the first place, i wish people would be more consistent about how they tag. like i have “major character death” and “mcd” both filtered. but i‘ve run across fics that weren’t filtered for me because they were tagged things like “cw for major character death” or “character death tw”

this isn’t ao3 where there are tag wranglers who link up related tags, so just use the most basic form of a tag that the greatest number of people would probably have blocked

agreed!! it's such a tough thing to regulate on tumblr and obviously way too massive of a job for there to be a standard or tag wranglers but god are we spoiled on ao3! (sure, sometimes you get jumpscared over there, but it's much less common)

my dream would be that any of the major archive warnings get tagged in a consistent way, as well as major triggers. the big ones being major character death, graphic depictions of violence, and underage characters. and then I'd love tags at least for rape/noncon/dubcon content. I wish we could as a site or just as a fandom agree on a standard. whether thats just the tag "major character death" or if we're using TW or CW ("TW major character death") but as it is I just have every permutation I can think of blocked (my block list is.... massive). but if someone tags NOTHING, well... then I can't even block their usual tag.

the other thing is I wish people would just drop it in at the top of the fic. I think people think it ruins the "aesthetics" and they like tumblr ficlets that just START, but because theres no tag consistency, I do wish people would just throw in a line at the top with a basic rating and any tags (and a word count would be really nice). something like: [explicit, 5k, major character death] would be SO brilliant and helpful to the way I use the site.

as it is, I am now incredibly wary about reading tumblr fics and 90% of the time I scroll past. I know I'm missing good content but I just have been burned too many times. :(

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

Do you have any tips on writing yanderes? I would love to write for them, but I don’t know how to.

Sure thing!!

First off, I want to say thank you for asking me for advice! ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ I can’t believe people trust my opinion enough to ask me for tips!!! That means so much to me. Thank you.

Secondly, I am so sorry for the late response 😭 It’s been a hella busy week! Work and school have been kicking my ass LOL. All this to say thank you for your patience!

Okay, without further ado, let’s get into it! 😋

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✩࿐ Learn about the different types of yanderes there are! Experiment writing for more than one type to find which ones you like to write about.

Now, obviously there isn’t a study guide to yanderes, and I’m not saying research them religiously either. But, to write for them, you should know about the different types of yanderes out there in the fanfiction world. Some of them are sweeter, gentler, and maybe more lenient with their prey. Others…not so much!

Examples of the differences can be found in the fics tagged below! [Of course, these are based on my personal opinion. What is considered “soft” to some people, is “hard” to others. ‼️Read with caution!‼️]

Softer 🖤 🌹 🖤 💌 🖤 🌹 🖤

Harder 🖤 🔪 🖤 🥀 🖤 🔪 🖤

⚠️ WARNING: The “Harder” stories all contain violence, dubcon/noncon, and threats of death both to others and to the reader! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! ⚠️

⚠️ WARNING: The “Harder” stories also all contain varying levels of 🔞 smut (the last one has a full on rape scene). Do not read them if you aren’t of age or are not comfortable with the topic! If you are unable to read the linked stories for whatever reason, contact me and I can give other options! These were simply the best fics, in my opinion, that fit the subject. ⚠️

Different creators are better at writing different subjects. You just have to feel out writing for some of them and see which feel more comfortable to write about. Yanderes don't have to be kept inside the box of being 24/7 off-the-rails crazy. They can be patronizing, manipulative, scary, adorable, sweet, kind; everything under the sun! As such, “soft” and “hard” yanderes aren’t the only ones out there. They all are on a scale that weighs on craziness, delusionality, manipulation, obsession, and more. Yanderes don’t all love the same amount, some are more in-touch with reality than others, so they don’t all have to be head-over-heels for (Y/N) [unless you wish to write them that way! And to that I’d say PLEASE GOD YES! 🤤 I love being worshiped teehee 🤭].

Your are setting yourself at a disadvantage if you only know how to write yanderes in one specific way. I mean, who wants to read multiple different stories that have basically the same yandere character who has the same goals, the same flaws, and the same downfalls as the previous ones? And to read it over and over and over again? Exactly, no one wants that. It gets repetitive, boring, and, worst of all, forgetful. Try to make your yanderes/the way you write your yanderes memorable.

✩࿐ Think about the thousands of different ways people express love. Now, think about how horrifically you can twist them to become yandere~!

That came off REALLY strong, but hear me out!

One way people express their love is through letters, yes? It's normally seen as sweet, adorable, and even innocent. Just an doe-eyed person in love who’s too shy to share their feelings face-to-face with the person they care about. So, they jot everything they want to say down on a neat clean piece of paper and leave it for their infatuation to find. Simple, right?

Now, imagine the contents in that letter being disturbing and possibly morbid in the worst way. The words inside give worrisomely detailed descriptions of how the author adores the smell of the darling's shampoo/perfume/cologne/natural scent, how cute the darling looks when they’re at home and think they’re alone, about how good the darling looks in red because that was the color of the underwear they were wearing today (which subtlety lets the reader know that that specific letter was wrote recently which is even creepier!). Not so cute anymore, right?

Everything is about context!

Maybe the letter had miniscule specks of dried dark red liquid dotted around the page. Maybe a photo or two (or dozens) of the victim that are obviously taken when the darling was unsuspecting/alone were stuffed alongside the letter. Maybe the yandere continues to write about how they would say anything, do anything, hurt anyone, for the darling, if only it made them show their captivating smile.

Doesn't even have to be a letter! Maybe its a verbal conversation between the yandere and the darling, a not so playful chase through the woods on a dark night, a proclamation of love through kidnapping, or drugging the darling so they can steal them away to somewhere safer; anything!

Let your creativity have room to breathe. Try new things out! Not every story is going to be perfect, but no idea is a bad one (unless it is. Then stop. LMAOOOO jk jk).

✩࿐ Yanderes are allowed to be interested in more than, and have goals that aren't related to, (Y/N).

At the end of the day, yanderes are still people too. Many writers fall into the trap of writing yanderes who solely revolve around (Y/N); hell, I do it too! But, as easy as it is to write the characters in that way, that is not how real people work. Even fictional characters.

The best example I can think of is Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia. Bakugo is a very driven individual; he is stubborn, determined, and a headache. He is in your face all the time, and he is unapologetic for it. He knows, or pretends to know, that he is the absolute shit. And, subsequently, his goals match his cocky energy exquisitely! He wants to be the #1 Pro Hero among thousands of incredibly talented individuals. But he knows he’s got the stuff to be the #1. He’s a great cocky character.

The problem is, when people write him as a yandere, they make him so focused on (Y/N) that the goals that align with how the character was truly wrote evaporate into thin air. It is unrealistic that the thing he's wanted most in the world for his whole life, his dream above literally everything else (to be the #1 at everything), gets tossed away like that. It would take a literal world-ending event to stop that boy from getting what he wants.

You have to think about the character's needs as well as your readers'. Your readers want the character to have an obsessive love for them in a way no real sane person can, but the character you write has their own goals and dreams they strive for in their personal lives. You need to find the balance between the two to make a better story.

And it isn't only Bakugo! This applies to every character you write as a yandere! It can Gojo, Diluc, Genos, Rengoku, Hawks, Beelzebub, Mikasa, Yor, Erza, Yumeko, Robin; any of them! Every character has goals, even tiny ones, so make sure you include them. Give the characters life and real development besides the fact that you are changing them to be "yandere".

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That is all I can think of at the moment! Thank you so much for asking that question, I had a lot of fun answering it. If you have more question (or, if any others reading this have more questions you'd like me to answer), please fell free to send another ask or message me privately. I hope you have a wonderful day!!! 💖💋

↓↓↓ Some of my favorite yandere writers! ↓↓↓

Please support these writers! They are incredible, and dedicate a whole bunch of their personal time to making amazing stories for their lovely readers. Thank you; both to my readers, and to the talented, wonderful people tagged below!

@yanderemommabean /// @writerbyaccident /// @yandere-daydreams /// @sugarfairychan /// @i-cant-sing /// @anxiousnerdwritings /// @another-yandere-writer /// @minnie-mei

[ilygetou]

i‘ve been getting so many anon asks, sending me hate because of the stuff i write for. so i really want to clear this up.

i DO NOT and in no way do i support those disgusting stuff irl, obviously; anyone who does think those stuff are fine irl is completely insane.

what i wrote for is fictional, fiction. if you can‘t separate fiction from reality then that is a you problem 😭 if you are not comfortable with dark content then why interact?? it‘s you who clicked read more and read through the whole thing. if you were going to be triggered by it then why read it, be for real.

i obviously stated this in my dni list, minors and people uncomfortable with dark content DO NOT INTERACT !! i also stated it in my rules that i will not tolerate any hate, especially anons sending hate, that will all be ignored and deleted.

i also have it written in my navi;

this was just for the people who constantly send hate, regular followers can ignore this. (i will add a couple of x reader tags so this can get a little bit of attention).

P.S.A; this is for the anon who sent me an ask saying how i only write r//pe and used my pervert! eren hc‘s as an example. first of all, this is a dark content blog obviously there would be non con content, second of all; it is dubcon, if you didn‘t know dub con means: “fanfiction that's not really noncon (rape) or consensual.” so it is dubcon, google and look up stuff before speaking.

[bunnykawa]

what are you doing, step bro? (sakusa x f. reader)

summary: To your parents, Sakusa was the greatest son. To you, he was the best big brother you could’ve ever asked for, but you could only find that out with a little force.

a/n: i literally just started college so i won't have much time to write but i have some stories in my drafts that'll be posted in awhile lol. should i open requests for haikyuu drabbles since they're short but still entertaining?? idek i feel like no one is reading this rn LOL but if anyone is reading this, lmk ;)

(edit: I HAD TO REPOST THIS CS IT WASNT SHOWING UP IN TAGS so sorry if you already liked this post)

warnings: 18+, incest, mentions of drugging,  mentions of somnophilia, mentions of parental neglect, noncon/dubcon/rape, sakusa is a dirty pervert i just don’t know how else to tag this, degradation, slight manipulation

"(Y/N), this is your new big brother, Kiyoomi," your mother said, holding tightly onto your small shoulders as you stood in front of her.

"You can refer to him as your nii-san from now on." Locking eyes with you was an older boy with long black wavy hair, two moles on the right side of his forehead, and a white face mask on the lower half of his face which blocked his nose and mouth. How odd, you thought. You could tell he was disinterested with how his eyes were blank as he stared at you.

That was the first time meeting your step brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Being four years younger than Sakusa, you two never really got along. Of course you had to respect each other, but there was nothing to really talk about other than when his volleyball games were or unfulfilling small talks. Sometimes he would make snide remarks, asking if you even showered when your hair was only slightly messy or if a smart word ever came out of your mouth when you stumbled over your words. Sometimes he was just mean to you in general to the point where you would cry. You always tried to ignore it, though. That was when you were younger. You couldn’t help that you weren’t that smart and he was your nii-san after all. Your parents would brush it off.

You celebrated his victories together, only because you had to. I mean, you were the younger sister of one of the nation's top three aces in high school volleyball. There was no way your parents wouldn't celebrate. He was their pride and joy.

Smart, athletic, incredibly attractive — everything you felt like you could never live up to.

Your own biological mom so obviously and painfully liked him more than you.

Before you even entered high school, Sakusa was old enough to move out and go to college where he continued to play volleyball. When he visited during the holidays, you still wouldn't have decent conversations with him. He would still insult you. It even made you cringe when you had to call him nii-san. Why address him as your older brother when he didn't even act like it?

But you dealt with it because you had to.

Fresh out of Itachiyama Academy, you're focused on studying for entrance exams for colleges in your area rather than what would happen if you ever had to see Sakusa again. But, you were expecting to see him very soon.

Gentle knocks are heard from outside your door and before you can respond, your mom is already opening it.

"(Y/N), Omi is coming today and he's gonna be here for a week. I have to go to the grocery store to buy food and I'm gonna run other errands so it's gonna take awhile," she says, leaning her head into your room. You respond multiple times with "okay" so she can leave your room sooner.

Textbooks and notebooks are strewn across your bed with you on your stomach, trying to cram as much information in your head as possible.

"That means I might not be here in time for when he comes, so you have to open the door and greet him," she adds.

"What about dad?" you ask with a grimace. The most you would do is say hello and scurry back into your room.

She rolls her eyes at you. "He's working late again. You know that, (Y/N)." With a sigh, you agree and she finally leaves your room after bidding you a "goodbye."

You can't remember the last time you saw Sakusa, but it was probably almost half a year ago. Ever since he left for college, your parents were even more distant towards you. They probably felt like they didn't need to worry about you because you weren't doing anything important.

When Sakusa came over, he barely acknowledged you and you were okay with that because it meant he wouldn't be bothering you.

But that didn't mean his blank stare wouldn't catch your attention whenever you came out of your room to eat or use the restroom. The atmosphere felt...very odd around him. You couldn't necessarily come up with a reason why.

Suddenly, you hear knocking on the front door. It had to be at least an hour or two since your mom left and the thought of who was waiting at the door made your stomach churn.

"Nii-san is here," you mutter to yourself as you got up to open the door. Right as you open the door, Sakusa was staring down at you with the same blankness in his eyes from before with his usual face mask. His hair was shorter than you remember.

Mindlessly, his eyes seem to scan your body before returning to your face, making you feel self-conscious. You were only wearing black spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Subconsciously, you rub your arm and step back to make space.

"(Y/N)," Sakusa acknowledges you in a deadpan voice. It's no surprise to you.

"Hi, onii-san. How are you?" You try so hard to be polite, but Sakusa seemed to have a naturally dominant energy that overwhelmed your senses, even if he also seemed to have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. You step aside so he can come in. He wore gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker that was zipped up all the way. As soon as he makes it inside, he removes his face mask, stuffs it in his pocket, and starts unzipping his jacket.

"I'm good," he hums, "Where's mom?" He places the backpack he was carrying on the couch and takes a seat as you close the door.

"She's out doing errands and dad is working. Do you want some tea?"

"Yes, please. Make sure you wash your hands before you do. Thank you," he said. You walk into the kitchen, muttering "germaphobe" under your breath at his extra request. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you from his place on the couch as you walked around the kitchen, pulling the tea kettle out of one of the bottom cabinets and looking for cups. His gaze followed the outline of your ass in those tiny shorts that hugged your bottom tightly.

"What college are you planning on going to, (Y/N)?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm applying to the college you're going to and three others," you replied from your spot near the counter.

Sakusa actually perks up at your answer. "Oh, cool. You'll love it there if you get in. Only if, though. You're not the brightest."

You couldn't help but let your face fall in a frown at his seemingly small comment. Quickly, you compose yourself and brush off his remark. You got the water boiling in the tea kettle and reached high for the teacups that were sitting on the top cabinets. Your stepdad definitely put them up there.

A presence looms close behind you, which makes your whole body automatically freeze and tense up. A veiny, bulky arm reaches up easily to grab the teacups while another one snakes around you to pull your tank top down as it was exposing your stomach. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you definitely feel something stiff brushing up against your back.

"You need to be careful. Don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" Sakusa commented, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to your ear. A blush found its way onto your cheeks from feeling him so close to you.

He usually hated being so close to people. What was so different today?

"R-right," you stuttered, "Thank you, nii-san."

Confrontation wasn't a strong trait of yours.

You guess that moment was when it started getting really weird between you two. You still had small talks from whenever he would actually see you come out of your room, but you wanted to avoid him as much as you could. However, that was hard when Sakusa insisted that you drank tea together every night and, of course, your parents insisted, too.

Your nii-san wants to spend more time with you, they would say excitedly. Better late than never!

Maybe if he was showing the slightest bit of interest in you, your parents would finally care about you. So, with much hesitation, you started drinking tea with your step brother every night. Sakusa even made the tea himself so his poor little sister wouldn't tire herself out with carrying that heavy teapot.

You're still not sure if you're imagining things, but the tea tasted different from how you made it. And you swear that the tea didn't make you so sleepy after drinking it until he started making it.

"Come here," Sakusa would say with a smirk, "Onii-san will take you to bed."

You would pass out before you even made it to bed, but every morning you woke up with sticky thighs, only blaming it on sweating while you were sleeping.

Until one day, you didn't drink all the tea that he made you. You still fell asleep, though. Your brain was hazy enough to make you lose consciousness as he helped you up from your seat in the kitchen.

Sakusa laid next to you on your bed. You were placed on your side so he could slide under the sheets right behind you to press his hardened length against your ass. This was his favorite part of the night. He spent a few minutes playing with your cunt to make it slick enough for him to let his cock break through your walls.

You barely stirred awake. Didn't even move an inch as he caressed every part of your body, from your soft nipples to the sensitive nub between your thighs.

He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his thighs quickly. His cock hit your ass before settling between your folds. A satisfied moan leaves his lips when he feels your wetness coating the top part of his shaft as he rubbed it against you. He hooked his arm around one of your legs so that you were spread open enough for him to fuck you and rub your clit at the same time with his other hand.

He wanted that sweet nectar completely coating his dick. He remembers the way you tasted and how you came on his tongue the night before, despite being blacked out from the little pills he would dissolve in your drinks. You tasted so clean and smelled so fresh. It was impossible for your nii-san to control himself around you.

And when did your ass look so good? God...Sakusa couldn't believe he never noticed how cute and well-shaped you were. You weren't that little girl he met when you were both kids. You were pushing adulthood now. Still pathetic looking, still too shy, still small around him, but fuck, he definitely would have pushed you over the counter the first day he came over and fucked you until you were crying and gagging.

He continued rubbing circles onto your clit and letting his cock soak up your juices. Gently, he positions the tip at your entrances and pushes in slowly.

"There you go," he whispers in your ear, "I know it's a little big. Don't worry."

He manages to fill you up all the way, making him groan. Your walls were tight around him. He thrusts in and out of you carefully, salvaging the feeling of your slick interior.

But you didn't drink all the tea, which means that you could wake up earlier than he expected.

Sakusa didn't expect you to wake up now.

You stirred slightly as you regained consciousness. Although your eyelids were heavy, you tried to force them open only to be met with darkness.

"Mmm," you croaked, rubbing your eyes. The odd feeling of being filled up suddenly made you wake up more. "W-what's going on?"

"Fuck," Sakusa muttered from behind you. You felt a hard chest pressed against your back and...a hand on your pussy. No, something inside your pussy. And that voice was so familiar.

You quickly whip your head around when the realization dawns on you. What the fuck is happening? While your eyes adjust to the dark room, you see two familiar eyes staring straight back at you. He stopped grinding his hips against you for a moment as if time stopped.

"...Nii-san?" you hesitated. His breathing was heavy and he stayed silent.

"Nii-san, what are you doing?" you asked in a panicked voice. You quickly tried to get up from your position, only to be held down by Sakusa’s muscular arms. His hand wrapped itself over your lips to prevent you from screaming.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, (Y/N),” he whispered. A muffled scream tries to escape your lips. He continued to fuck you slowly, leaving a burning feeling in your walls. The same sore feeling that you would sometimes wake up to within the past few days.

For a moment, you pry his fingers off of your mouth. "I don't understand...Why are you...?" You yelped in surprise, horror, and pleasure as he delivered a sharp thrust from behind you. The smack of his hips against your bare ass made you cringe and feel so disgusted with yourself. Nii-san is actually inside me.

"My poor little sister," he chucked darkly. He suddenly wraps his arm around your knee tighter and forces your legs wide open, your knee almost touching your chest. Instead of putting his hand over your mouth to shut you up, he kneads your breast. His hands were so large.

"You think you can walk around the house looking like a little slut in those tiny shorts?" He stretches you open with his hard cock with slow, yet hard, thrusts. It left your mouth agape, but no sounds left your throat except for small squeaks that you couldn't hold back. "You stupid bitch. Just as dumb as I could remember. Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to bend you over and fill you up with my cum like the stupid, desperate slut you are."

He was satisfied as you were barely fighting him. All you did was desperately search for something to hold onto and bite your lip because you were so scared. His words were painful. "Look at you. A waste of fucking space, only good as a fuck hole. Didn't even realize she was getting drugged and getting fucked every night because she's so fucking stupid."

Weak. That was all your brain was telling you, mocking you, as Sakusa didn't stop moving against you and insulting you. This wasn't the first time. It just so happened that this time you were able to wake up.

"I-I..." you stuttered, "I'll...I'll tell mom and dad." The sheets were gripped tightly between your fingers. "I'll tell them- mmmm...what nii-san has been doing to me..."

"If you tell mom and dad, they wouldn't even care," Sakusa said in a patronizing tone. The way his hand was caressing you made you wanna cry.

“They would!”

"Mom and dad don't even treat you like a daughter, (Y/N). When was the last time they told you they loved you?" Even if his question was rhetorical, your mind went completely blank. You can't recall a moment where they ever told you they loved you.

"B-but, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be doing this," you argued. It was a surprise that your mind wasn't completely clouded by how big his cock was and how his thrusts felt almost hateful.

"You think they would choose your side? You'd be ruining your own life. Maybe you'd ruin mine. And it'd be. All. Your. Fault." With each syllable, his movements became sharper. "You don't wanna betray your nii-san by saying something, do you?"

"You love your nii-san, right?"

You do. You love him so much, even if you tried to avoid him and he never said a single good thing to you in your whole damn life.

Because you have to love him.

You stopped gripping on the sheets to the point where your knuckles were turning ghostly white to brush away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body shook, from both crying because of Sakusa's painful words and how hard he was fucking you. The pleasure building up in your core was overwhelming you, making that intense feeling of having to pee forced out of you.

Hearing your sniffles and small cries, Sakusa pulls you even tighter against him, but doesn't stop his relentless thrusting. It turned him on even more. He pushes your hand to brush away your tears for you, like good big brothers should.

"It's okay, (Y/N). We both know mom and dad don't love you."

A loud cry erupted from your chest. Maybe if your parents cared about you, they'd be running to your room to save you the second you started crying. But, no. Sakusa was basking in the fact that you were hurting on the inside. After years of negligent silence, you were finally letting it all out.

"But nii-san loves you," he said with a smile.

Although his words seemed to stun your entire being, you manage to choke out a "What?" Like it was the first time someone ever told you that they love you.

His torturous thrusts almost distracted you. Fuck, why did it feel so good to have your step brother fucking you on your side like this?

"I love you." He sweetly grabs your face so you can turn your head to look at him. There was a pounding in your ears coming straight from your chest. A warm feeling spreads throughout your stomach.

"You...you love me, nii-san?"

"Of course I do." He was actually smiling at you, "If I didn't, would I be inside you right now?"

His face didn't seem so blank anymore. Sakusa never ever smiled at you. Hell, he never really smiled in general. Someone actually loved you. Holy shit. And he was even pounding away at your insides like you were a fuck doll.

Is that why he's so mean? Was he just trying to hide his feelings for you this whole time? You could die laughing right now. His cock felt so damn good rearranging your guts against your will yet you were struggling to accept it.

Your cheeks naturally puffed up in happiness as you smiled so brightly at him. The flip switched in your brain so easily. Without another word, Sakusa kissed you passionately, because he knew you would let him continue to ravage your body. Your hips began to buck from the pressure building up in your lower half and you starting pushing your hips towards him, welcoming his length inside you. It felt like you needed more of him. More of his love.

Love me.

"Nii-san," you gasped against his lips. His movements never faltered, which you figured was from his amazing athletic ability and stamina.

"Be a good little sister and cum on my cock," he coaxed. He could tell you were so close to cumming from how tightly your precious cunt was hugging his length and how you were squirming against him. You were both slick with sweat. As you started squirming more violently against him, Sakusa tightened his grip on you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined desperately, “Nii-san, I’m gonna cum!” You grabbed his arms and pushed your fingernails into his skin, making him hiss from the sudden pain. With a firm grip over your mouth, he muffles your screams. Satisfaction settled in your stomach as you exploded all over his cock. Your sweet juices trailed down your thighs onto the bedsheets.

As much as Sakusa wanted to, he couldn’t fill up your insides and see your hole dripping with his cum just yet. He quickly pulls out of you and lets his seed shoot onto the bare skin of your ass. The shock of your orgasm left your thighs trembling, your skin wet, and your eyes drooping.

“You’re the best little sister.”

You would’ve replied, but you could barely form any words as you lost consciousness again. When you woke up the next morning, you were fully dressed and cleaned up, with no stickiness between your thighs like how you used to wake up.

Sakusa actually cleaned you up this time. You felt your heart melt and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Everything seemed to go back to normal between you two, with the same small talks and not really seeing each other often, but he always had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he saw you.

Whenever his eyes would trail up your body to meet yours, you could feel a warmth in your stomach spread all throughout your body which forced you to look away quickly. Whenever he insulted you, you would feel your thighs press together. Whenever you caught yourself admiring his features when he replaced his face mask for a new one, you smiled softly to yourself.

When it was time for him to leave, you couldn’t help but let a few tears shed. He was all set to go, with his backpack on and his mask covering his face.

“Hey, don’t cry, (Y/N),” he cooed, wiping your tears away, “You know I won’t be gone forever.”

You sniffled, “I know. I just hate being here alone.” Well, not necessarily alone. You just hated being ignored and neglected just because you weren’t your brother.

“If you manage to get into my college, you can move in with me. How does that sound?” You instantly perk up and dry your tears with your shirt.

"Really?!” you asked with excitement. You imagine all the things you could do with your nii-san without your parents in the picture. You could go out together, hold hands, share kisses, just about anything. He could even fuck you whenever he wants.

These thoughts about your own step brother would've made you feel sick before.

But that was before you knew Sakusa loved you. Now, you couldn't help but ask your mom when the next time your nii-san would be coming to visit. While you were waiting for his next visit, you studied hard.

College would be so much fun with your nii-san with you!

Part 2

[macnevercries]

Fantasy

(Deku x F! Reader)

warnings- stepest, mentions of alcohol, dubcon/noncon, penetrative sex

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It’s fun to pretend. You run down the sidewalk, bidding your friends goodbye and stumbling a little, alcohol still in your system. Your heart beats quickly as you run faster, it’s scary to be out at three in the morning alone. Make it a game, you’re playing tag and you will be less afraid. You round the corner and bounce up the steps to your house, parents gone on a business trip so you decided to stay here for the weekend instead of your college dorm.

You turn the key and the lock clicks open, shutting the door quickly behind you. Once you’re inside you sigh happily, you win. You know that no one was chasing you but sometimes it’s fun to pretend to be a kid again, run from monsters that don’t exist, blood coursing through your veins as your heart pumps faster than it ever should.

Imagining running from a dragon, your pretty dress flowing behind you as you tear down the hallways of your castle. Studying to become a writer had its perks, being alone for you was never boring when you always have a story in your head.

You toss your keys on the counter, flicking on the kitchen lights and turning on the stove. You should probably eat something before you go to bed, alcohol and an empty stomach don’t mix well. You sift through your parents fridge, humming a tune softly.

“Why were you out so late”

You jump at the voice, whipping your head around to face a large chest. Broad tan shoulders block your view. Slowly turning your head up, you meet the green eyes of your older brother.

“When did you become the bad kid, out past 3 and” he leans forward, taking a whiff of you “obviously drinking, what happened to college?” he smirks.

“Why aren’t you at your job? You shouldn’t be here” You retort, a little defensive and embarrassed you were caught. Izuku won this game of tag and you didn’t even know he was playing.

“I’ve been working, just wanted to take a break and visit my lovely little sister” He leans foreword and pinches your cheek. His touch lingers a little too long, brushing his large fingers down your cheek. He always did love teasing you. You move around the barricade that is his body, continuing your conquest for food.

He frowns at the space you put between you two, coming up behind you where you stand in front of the stove. He grips your waist, tickling you.

You burst out in a fit of giggles, bending over as he finds your weak spot. “Iz-zuku stop, I’m trying to cook”

He lets you go but doesn’t move far, breathing over your shoulder with every movement. He’s very protective of you, as any older brother would be. But sometimes it was strange. You didn’t need a knight in shining armor, but he didn’t seem to understand.

You fry two eggs, plating them and sitting down. Izuku sets a cup of water in front of you, taking his place across from you. Your dining room used to be a throne room to you, but with your adult brother it felt so much smaller.

You nod at the water, an inquisitive look on your face. He laughs at you, “You need to sober up”

You frown, not fond of the idea of letting go of the warm blissful feeling the alcohol had left. You drink it anyways, bringing the dishes back to the sink but not washing them, you could do them tomorrow. You trudge over to the couch, flicking on the the TV. Izuku follows your every step, right behind you at all times.

After staring at the brightly lit screen for what felt like hours, trying to ignore how close your brother was, you got up from the couch. He moved up to follow you and you snapped.

“Why do you keep following me, can I use the bathroom alone?”

He falters at your tone, taking a step back. “Oh yeah, my bad I just miss hanging out with you, like we used to?”

His implied words make you shudder, things you’ve tried to forget resurface in seconds. A princess shouldn’t be with her knight, especially if they ‘serve the same king’. Ever since his dad married your mom, things have been weird between you two.

Sneaking into rooms at night, exchanged kisses that weren’t quite right. It was wrong and you knew it, but you could never get enough of him. As you grew older and he went away for school you realized how bad it was and you tried to forget, vowed it wouldn’t happen again.

You walk up the stairs, a little bit too quick. He stays in his place on the couch but watches you go, your hips mesmerizing him. You change into pajamas, brush your teeth, do everything you would normally do. You hop into bed, turning off your lights and wishing sleep upon yourself. Maybe if you just pretend then it wouldn’t be real. His footsteps up the stairs, the knocking on your door, walking in without your response, his weight on the bed, his hand on your thigh. Maybe if you just pretend. This can’t be real.

He pulls your blankets off your unmoving form, he knows you’re not sleeping, he knows you too well. Everything about you, your friends, your school, your relationships, your mental health, and your body. He has it all logged in his head. If he didn’t know all of these things then how was he supposed to protect his baby sister?

Your breathing becomes labored as he pulls down your cotton shorts, lust or fear you’re not sure what makes your heart beat so fast. You’re not familiar with his adult body, he’s grown so much, too much. He could easily overpower you. He’s muscled up for his job and everything is just.. bigger. He’s no longer the sweet boy you knew, the one that comforted you through your mom’s new marriage. No, he’s someone else.

Your mind screams no but your body aches with his familiar touch. He might not look or act the same but he has always been gentle. You mewl when he lifts up your shirt, rough fingers rolling your nipples back and fourth. He plants soft wet kisses on your chest and stomach, never leaving marks. This was a secret, just for the two of you.

You can’t help the way your body jumps towards his hands when he pulls down your panties, thick digits swiping through your folds. You can deny it as much as you want, but you crave him. You whimpers become louder, all of his touches last so long when you can’t see anything in the dark. Right here in your childhood bedroom, you can’t see your brothers face but you know he’s smiling.

You hear fabric shifting and you know he’s discarded his pants as well. He climbs over you, towering, caging you in. Your hips grind up into his, desperate for friction.

“Slow down princess” he chuckles.

The nickname takes you away, let’s you believe that this is okay. It’s just a fantasy, it’s not real. You snap out of that mindset when Izuku pushes into you, bottoming out in one thrust. He groans as your wet walls envelop him, squeezing tightly. A muttered string of curses leave his lips when he starts moving, rocking into you slowly. He speeds up quickly, the warm feeling taking over his control.

He fucks into you hard and fast, the tip of his length kissing your cervix with every movement. He pounds you into the mattress as tears roll down your cheeks. He wipes them away, caressing your face and kissing you earnestly. He wanted you to be his but he knew it couldn’t be that way. If he couldn’t have all of you, then he would at least have this.

“You like it when your step brother fucks your tight little pussy like this? Yeah I know you do”

A broken moan escapes your lips, turning into a sob when his cock twitches at the sound.

His large thumb finds your clit, making quick circles to match his thrusts, bringing you over the edge quickly. He follows right after, pulling out and coming all over your breasts. Sticky fluids drip down chest, an uncomfortable feeling. He tucks himself away, kissing your forehead and exiting the room.

It’s fun to pretend, especially when it lets you believe that moments like these are just a fantasy.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Tempting Tempest

Shark!Bakugou X mer!reader (+more)

Warnings: mentions of noncon/dubious themes, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: this wasn’t even one of the big ideas I had for mermay, but I started writing it at work and it just sort of happened. I plan on writing scenarios for both option one and option two (see the end of the fic), and if I get inspired, I’ll write scenarios for more characters too! I love mermaids so it would just be wrong if I didn’t post something for mermay.

Peering over a large lump of pink, spindly coral, your eyes narrowed in on an octopus, languidly scuttling its way through the sand. You licked your lips and heard your stomach rumble: octopus wasn’t the most tantalizing meal in the ocean, but at the moment, it was the safest when your food sources were so scarce. That, and a couple of its legs could satiate a few of your sisters who, like you, have not been mated as of yet.

It was May, which meant that it was time for the more male-dominant pods from the south to migrate up to the central waters to enjoy the warming waters. Both your sisters and other pod-mates alike had been snatched up by these tail-hungry mermen, either by being wowed and wooed by different trinquets and talismans the males had created for special bonding occasions such as these, or for the more stubborn and jittery merfolk such as yourself, being captured and forced to mate. Wooed or not, you wanted nothing to do with it, and the repercussions of avoiding the frenzied scuffle was lack of food and resources.

So that Octopus was yours.

Your tail swished back and forth as you slowly pulled your dagger out of your side pouch. Tasty or not, you and your sisters were going to feast. But just as you were about to pounce, a dark shadow loomed over the octopus. You looked up to see a marlin and your dinner-plate eyes only grew that much larger.

Mine.

You swam, fast and furious towards your prey, jetting through the water with smooth finesse. You were the swiftest in your pod, something you pride yourself on—even still, that marlin saw you coming a mile away and darted quickly in the opposite direction. That didn’t stop your pursuit. You chased the giant fish under large, rocky arches and through a tall, kelpy forest, determined to make the fish your meal.

It took you far too long to notice the second shadow that had been falling over you throughout your fishing endeavor. Missing a beat, you slammed yourself into a rock the marlin used to scale to get away. Goosebumps appeared on your arm when you heard snickering from above you.

Looking up, you could see only his silhouette. You couldn’t tell who it could have been, but you knew he was male by the sharp point of his fluke; he was a shark—possibly one of the most violent breeds of merfolk around. A short glance out into the abyss and you saw the marlin miles away. Your hungry brain told you that if the merman was in pursuit of the fish as well, and that if you were to fight him for it, you would undoubtedly lose, but looking back at the silhouette, you could tell by the tilt of his head that the merman had no interest in the marlin. But he had his own dagger in his hands. He was hunting and you were his game.

Before you could get another moment to think, the merman curled down in a beautiful arc and dove down straight for you. You inhaled through your gills and bolted away in an entirely new direction in an attempt to throw your pursuer off, but with a deliberate flick of his tail, he made the sharp turn and was trailing behind you in no time.

You stayed low, hoping you could lose him after swimming around around large stacks of sediment, but whenever you could steal a glance back he was right there, grinning wickedly, advancing on you even more.

“You can’t swim forever, little guppy,” you heard him snarl behind you, his tone half-amused with a note of agitation. You felt fingers curl around the base of your fluke, and though you tried to jerk him away, his grip was vice.

You descended, skidding along a sandy seabed, scratching your arms and torso on absconded rocks. You hissed in pain, but managed to keep a tight hold on your dagger throughout your entire fall. Large hands grabbed a hold of your tail and flipped you over with ease, pushing you back down against the seabed where pale, glittering sand pushed up off the floor and floated around you. Finally able to see your attacker up front, you had to hold your breath to keep from gasping.

Despite hating him on sight, there was a moment where you thought to yourself that he was the most gorgeous creature you’d ever seen. Ash-colored hair swayed gently with the easy ocean currents. Hungry, crimson eyes were a beautiful, stark contrast to the incessant blue that flooded your everyday life. And the way his bronzed abs flexed as he caught his breath had liquid heat rushing through your tail. You wanted to reach out and touch the hook-shaped scar on his left peck. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you did. Merfolk were curious creatures, and most of you found that the easiest way to satiate their curiosities was through touch.

So you did. You lifted your free hand and drew your fingers along the rough edges of his scarred skin. He bristled at the contact, but didn’t stop you, opting to eye you with equal interest. You felt the beat of his two-chambered heart thrumming against his flushed skin. It was mesmerizing—almost as much as the gentle rumbling that reverberated from his chest—the tell that he was ready to mate.

The tips of his fingers touched your bare shoulder, slid up your neck, and found their home on your chin. He tilted your head once to the left, once to the right to check your neck to see if you’d already been mated. He let out a content hum and placed his hand on the back of your neck. Fluttering excitement buzzed down your spine to your fluke, and you slapped your tail against the floor to try to ease your sudden fervor. It didn’t help, and by the look on his face, he knew he had you. You thought for a moment that maybe you could mate; there really was no reason to be so stubborn. It was only natural and you were of age. The alluring rumbling from his chest was obviously getting to you, but why would you let yourself be mad over being picked by a very attractive suitor. You could mate with him. You could…

But then he had to go and speak again.

“Not so keen on fleeing now, huh?” The triumphant tone he kept had your scales flaring. “And here you had me thinking you were gonna put up a bit of a fight.” He flashed a toothy grin. Sharp. Dangerous. You didn’t want those teeth anywhere near you.

You swung your dagger at him. He caught your wrist with ease. His grin only grew wider as he pinned your arm back against the ocean floor. You hissed at him, grabbing a fistful of sand and flinging it at his face. He coughed and sputtered, so you used that opportunity to sweep your tail up and across his stupid, beautiful face. He let up and you were able to kick against the floor and swim up in a desperate search for an escape.

From the view, it seemed you had three options.

Option one: you could brave the sea cave you spotted miles away. The contents of the dark were unknown to you, but you figured you could brave the unknown and wait until this merman loses interest. You probably wouldn’t be able to eat for the rest of the day, but it sure as hell beat being mated to some arrogant, two-pricked shark. (Octo!Aizawa—noncon)

Option two: fight the arrogant, two-pricked shark. You might’ve not been the strongest fish in the sea, but you were fast and, at times, cunning. Your pride was on the line anyhow and if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get. (Shark!Bakugou—dubcon)

Option three: swim away some more. The ocean was vast, but you were bound to run into something or someone that could help fend this fiend off of you sooner or later, if he doesn’t get tired from the chase first. Swimming away would surely open a few more paths for you too. But you’d have to be fast. (Other mer!character scenarios that may come up)

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