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leviathiane · 1 year

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#2 for the fandom end of year ask?

2. Favorite fic of the year

DOES THIS MEAN MINE OR SOMEONE ELSES AHHH

I'll just answer both bc I'm that bitch:

mine was said unposted undertale fic sdajkbhjvgdhbask if posted, I would said probably... either deeply whelved, or dead man's handle. Leaning more towards Dead man's handle, it unexpectedly gripped me.

IN TERMS OF OTHER PEOPLES FICS BOY DO I GOT A LIST

no shame. none at all. fuck it. yall deserve to have good reads and the authors deserve to not have their works hidden away in shame and embarrassment. I also will NOT be choosing one fic, bc i am not that bitch. yall getting SEVERAL.

DSMP

Swallow the Tide(pods) - merfic and kidfic. dsmp has a lot of those. Also very feral, and non-sexual size difference. There is eating of humans. There is also a mafia au element. It is mostly intense brooding instinct.

Evermore - A royal hanahaki au. It ends badly. That is honestly enough, in my book. It is long, it is painful, and there is no recourse. I grieved over this one.

The Secret of Being Colorful - Another wingfic, with a ton of brooding instinct. Forced adoption and consent issues in a very, very non-sexual way. Think of it as the "feral kitten grabbed hissing from the rainy alley dumpster" type fic.

POKEMON (specifically P:LA)

Alpha - Ingo's learning curve to being trapped in the past, largely his duties with Sneasler and how to keep the Highlands safe.

We Will Always Have Each Other - Takes place directly after Avalugg, as Hisui becomes distorted entirely. Ingo was taken prisoner by Kamado for being a risk as Akari was, only for him to vanish back into the future.

Next Stop, the Place Once Called Home - Emmet doesn't believe Ingo is dead, but he had to move on. Until a strange sneasel is spotted deep in the subways abandoned tunnels.

UNDERTALE (cmon. u got past the dsmp, hang on just a bit longer)

Ain't This the Life - The entire. fucking. series. every single part bangs. fucks, even. Severely. I can't even explain it. its a clusterfuck and its wild and its like 400k collectively and i reread it maybe 7 times in two months. I sent so many snippets of it to my boggers that they now recognize the style of the author despite having never read this fic themselves or even been interested in it. The writing is absurdly good. The dialogue is charged, funny, and tense. The sex is the least vanilla shit ever somehow even if it was missionary. There is so goddamn much going on. The stakes are so high and also so small sometimes. If I ever met this author I think I would burst into tears. Yes its sanscest. It's also one of the most intricate pieces of borderline straight up PWP ive ever fucking read. I can't even be ashamed of it. It's that good.

TMA

Take a Sad Song and Make it Better - This is in fact an ABO fic series, and also a poly!archivist team fic, focusing on subvocals role in relationships and society/culture. It’s also an excuse for me to read about everyone wanting Martin.

Underdog - Another ABo fic series, this time involving a hysterical pregnancy and more brooding instinct social catastrophe ❤️ i have a type

#depths' ask #fic rec #i really went buck wild this year huh #this ask is vry exposing jdsakhjgvdahsbk #ive done my best not to really let dsmp or undertale bleed into my public life #bc like. its seen kind of lowly? esp if youre not like. 13 #but no im 22. i have nuance. there is beauty and complexity everywhere you look if you look hard enough.#incredibly skilled creators can be found in the strangest places #nilchance in undertale. wolfythewitch and SADist in dsmp.#yeah the fandoms and content may be considered cringey. a lot of it definitely is #i never even watched any dsmp actual content? just read fics and looked at fanart #but goddamn the sheer amount of it all? anything with such high density is bound to make some diamonds #and by god did i find quite a few diamonds #reminder that i build a literal personal library of all fandoms im in sdjkahjbahsd i have pages and pages of ao3 links #and yet i narrowed like 300 fics down to 3 #same with undertale and ive got WAY more than 300 #anyway sahdjbhdas ive been embarrassing enough i think bye bye #edited to add TMA bc i CANT believe i forgot tma oh my fucking god

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aberrantmind · 2 years

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been on a major elsword kick recently. i got 3 characters to 3rd job and its almost fun for me now which cant possibly be a good sign

#it feels rewarding.#i dont have a lot of hobbies rn.#a lot of the things id like to do require leaving my room and thusly exposing myself to any family members who want to chat #ive been stuck in this fucking house with you for years unable to leave i do NOT want to chat!!!#''ohhhhhh why cant you leave kris'' THERE IS A PANDEMIC #oh god 'my mix' on youtube is all v.ocaloid songs (dot added to avoid searches etc) thats not related i just realized it #so thats another thing ive been on a major kick for.#for context elsword is super fucking grindy like all the quests for everything are like #go through this dungeon 7 times asshole #but i do it anyway bc i just genuinely have nothing going on. currently im leveling a prime operator path rose

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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ive been wanting this hhhh wedding night sex with miguel fem reader pls 💞💞💞💞💞 & ty!

oh my god yes!!

wedding night sex—miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, wedding night sex, oral sex, vaginal sex (p in v), praise kink, slightly aggressive sex

as the night falls and the celebration of your wedding comes to a close, you and miguel find yourselves alone, finally able to indulge in the intimacy of your new union. the anticipation and excitement hang thick in the air as you step into the room that holds the promise of passionate encounters. miguel takes your hand in his, his touch gentle yet filled with desire. he pulls you closer, his lips finding yours in a deep, longing kiss. the weight of the day's emotions melts away as you succumb to the embrace of his strong arms.

with each kiss and caress, your clothing begins to fall away, revealing the raw beauty of your bodies. miguel’s eyes rove over your exposed skin, a hunger evident in his gaze. his hands roam over the curves of your body, worshipping every inch of you with tender yet possessive touch. he lays you gently on the bed, his hands trailing along your thighs, teasing, and exploring. as he positions himself above you, a rush of anticipation floods through you, the realization that this is the beginning of a lifetime together.

miguel's lips journey across your body, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites in his wake. his hands explore, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your hardening nipples. he takes his time, relishing in the pleasure of every touch, every gasp and moan that escapes from your lips. as he reaches your most intimate area, his lips part, his tongue flicking gently over your sensitive folds. he brings his hands up, gently parting your legs, his tongue delving deeper into your warmth. the sensation is overwhelming, pleasure pulsating through every nerve in your body.

miguel's expert tongue works its magic, skillfully exploring every inch of your most intimate parts. the sensations are overwhelming, a whirlwind of pleasure emanating from your core. your hands grip onto the sheets, your body writhing in ecstasy as a sweet release builds. as your climax approaches, miguel’s pace quickens, his tongue moving with fervor. the sensations overloaded your senses, and with an eruption of pleasure, your body tenses as a powerful orgasm consumes you. wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you gasping for breath. “would you like me to continue, my princess? there’s so much more i want to explore with you tonight." his voice drips with desire, his eyes burning with lust as he looks at you, waiting for your response.

“yes please…” with a powerful surge of strength, miguel effortlessly flips you onto your stomach, your naked body exposed and vulnerable. the anticipation builds as you feel his warm breath against your ear, “you’ve been a such a good girl for me. don’t worry, it'll be pleasure mixed with a touch of pain." without warning, miguel’s strong hands grip your hips possessively, pulling you closer to him. his impressive length brushes against your wetness, teasing and tantalizing.

he enters you slowly, bit by bit, his sizable girth stretching you, filling you up completely. the sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and a twinge of pain that only heightens your desire. miguel’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more powerful and full of purpose. his hands roam your body, gripping your curves firmly as he takes his pleasure. with each thrust, he hits a spot deep within you that sends you spiraling towards bliss. the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, blending with your moans of pleasure.

time seems to lose meaning as miguel takes you again and again, each thrust bringing you closer to the peak of your desire. the rhythm intensifies, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. feeling the intensity building, your body tenses as a powerful orgasm approaches. with one final thrust, miguel pushes you over the edge, your body convulsing in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you. miguel, not one to rest, continues his relentless assault, extending your pleasure, prolonging your release. his determination to savor every drop of pleasure pushes you to the edge once again, and with a cry of his name, you surrender to the ecstasy that consumes you.

both of you lay there, panting and sated, riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss. miguel wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you bask in the afterglow of your intimate encounter. “you’re incredible, sweetheart.”your hearts beat in sync as you lay there, bodies intertwined, ready to explore the depths of pleasure that await you throughout the night. there’s no doubt that you'll both leave this experience utterly satisfied and hungry for more.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi

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evie-sturns · 3 months

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swim - Chris Sturniolo

summary: your best friend madi, throws a pool party for her 18th. the nights going smoothly until chris invites you to come inside with him.

warnings: smut, nsfw, swearing, caught having sex,

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the blaring music from inside madis house was drowning out the splashes from inside the pool. i was sitting on the side of the pool next to matt until i feel a hand on my shoulder, followed by him sitting down next to me.

"oh hey chris!" i say chirpily.

the sturniolos have been my best friends for a while now, but chris has always been the person im closest to. i hate to admit it, but ive also had my eyes on him for a few months and he has no idea. i think.

by now matt's left to go get a root-beer from inside, me and chris are left alone sitting by pool, observing all the people swimming.

suddenly my heart skips a beat, chris's veiny hand is resting on my thigh. im only wearing a skimpy white bikini and a variety of gold jewlery. chris's fingers rub the inside of my thighs, making me squirm slightly.

he leans in closer and whispers into my ear "whats wrong y/n? why are ya moving so much." he says teasingly.

he definitely knows what he's doing

"chris." i say quietly, "hm?" he mumbles, squeezing my thigh tighter.

suddenly chris removes his hand from me and stands up, readjusting his shorts, he reaches a hand down and grabs mine, pulling me up onto my feet. he stays silent as he holds my hand, dragging me up the concrete steps and through madis backdoor.

the inside of her house is empty, apart from a few people in her kitchen, "chris? where are we going?" i say softly as chris pauses infront the stairs. "wanna go upstairs?" he says bluntly, but i can tell hes nervous.

"to do what exactly?" i question. sureley he's not implying what i think.

"hang out..?" he lies through his teeth, but i nod anyways, i mean i wouldn't be mad if anything were to happen. he walks up the stairs behind me and i can feel his eyes laying on me. i walk into to the bathroom and stand awkwardly as chris walks in.

his wet hair is sticking to his forehead, as he looks me up and down. he wearing nothing but swim shorts and a chain, and its driving me crazy.

tension grows between us, without warning he walks towards me and grabs my jaw and locks his lips with mine, my heart stops but i subconsciously wrap my arms around his neck, he reaches a hand down and grabs my ass. i pull away for a second to catch my breath, and he takes the opportunity to pick me up and kneel down on the bathroom tiles.

he lays me on my back and kneels between my knees

"is this okay?" he asks, looking in my eyes.

"chris fuck me please" i say attempting to maintain eye contact.

"you're so fucking gorgeous" he mumbles as he pulls my bikini top off from over my head, his eyes widen while im exposed for him. "can i take these off?" he asks, tugging at the waistband of my bikini bottoms and i nod frantically. he pulls them down to my ankles then discards them across the room.

"god your wet" he groans as he circles my clit with his finger, "so perfect." he continues, rubbing my clit faster. i feel the knot in my stomach clenching, my moans intensify as i grip him arm so hard my knuckles go white, suddenly he stops. "chris!" i whine and he smirks slightly "i know i know." he says pulling down his swim shorts, letting his boner spring out.

"oh my god." i groan quietly "can you spread a little more for me princess?" chris says gripping the inside of my thigh and pushing it, forcing me to spread my legs apart, he shifts slightly on his knees so he can come closer to me.

he lines himself up with my entrances and slowly sinks into me, i wince from the stretch "good girl. taking me so well" he praises as he starts to thrust slowly.

"chris oh my god" i moan as he picks up the pace

"im close baby" chris warns as his thrusts become more frantic.

the door to the bathroom swings open. my neck snaps instantly looking to the right at the door, matt nick and madi are all in shock as chris instantly pulls out and yanks up his shorts. pure humiliation floods through me, i feel sorry for chris aswell, his two brothers have just walked in on him pounding into me, their bestfriend.

Madi looks me in the eyes, her eyes are bulging out of her head but she shoots me a quick smirk before instantly swinging her body around and leaving the bathroom, she knows ive liked chris for a while now. im laying naked on the bathroom floor as matt and nick scream and slam the door to the bathroom shut.

chris looks at me in horror before he takes off out of the bathroom, leaving me embarrassed, naked and cold on the floor of Madis bathroom. i instantly stand up and pull on my bikini, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

i knew chris didnt like me, the look he gave me before he ran off was the only thing on my mind. he was probably just horny.

i sigh loudly before opening the door to bathroom and stepping out into the hallway. i run downstairs and out of the house down the front porch steps. i dont look back as i take off in my car in the direction of my home.

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(1 week later)

i haven't spoken to the sturniolos for a week, i've been utterly ashamed. i've felt used by chris, and humiliated from the fact my 2 best friends saw me like that.

i check the time on my phone, 10:25pm. ive been lying in bed all day, and haven't ate once. with a sigh i heave myself off of my bed and pull on a sweatshirt. i grab my keys and open my bedroom door, walking downstairs and out the front door. my eyes are puffy and red, this whole week ive been crying and dealing with the fact ive just lost 3 friends.

i open the door to my car and climb in, clicking on my seatbealt and pulling out onto the street.

after 10 minutes of driving, i pull into the parking lot of mcdonalds then turn off my car, i walk into the restaurant and my heart drops to my stomach,

nick, matt and chris are standing right before me and staring at me. i lock eyes with every single one of them, my bottom lip quivers and my eyes fill with tears as they continue to look at me. as soon as chris locks eyes with me i spin around and speed-walk out the door. i sprint towards my car and just sit in it for a good 5 minutes.

as soon as i pull into my driveway i see a text, my jaw drops.

chris

i'm coming over, we need to talk.

okay.

i get out of my car, im shaken up as i walk inside my house. i throw myself on the couch and wait.

i jump as my front door creaks open "its just me" chris calls out and i sigh. he walks into the living room and i wave at him, why the fuck did i wave?

he sits down on the couch next to me "im really sorry that happened" he starts "i shoulda locked the door." he says and silence grows.

"is that all?" i say with a small scoff.

"i dont know" he says nervously

"so you're not sorry about leaving me fucking humiliated naked on the bathroom floor then leaving me on delivered for a week?" i shout and chris's eyes widen.

"im so fucking sorry i honestly wasn't thinking" he pauses "and i know this isnt the right time but i really, really like you and i have for a while now" he says quietly and i gasp slightly "you do?"

"was it not obvious.." chris says smiling slightly

a comfortable silence grows between us until i break it, bursting out in sobs. chris jumps slightly before looking at me "hey hey, shit you okay?" chris says pulling me close to him and into his arms.

"sorry.." i say in between sobs

"you're okay, whats wrong sweetheart." he says rubbing my arm

"i just thought i'd lost you."

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i actually dont know if this is good help

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cxptain-capsicle · 1 month

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Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | IV

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, Gods being terrible parents

The mess hall was quiet, you had gotten to the Hermes table early, the sun was shining warm golden rays on your skin. It was a beautiful morning, relaxing even.

“Y/n!” Annabeth nearly screamed from across the pavilion. There went your relaxation.

“Good morning to you too Annabeth.” You smiled at her as she stormed the table. “What’s wrong?”

“Ya know the new kid?” She asked.

“Percy?” You confirmed.

“Something happened last night.” She said cryptically.

“Oh?” You sat up straighter. “He seems really sweet just make sure you’re always safe-”

“Oh my gods!” She shouted and covered her ears. “Not like that! Something else happened.”

Before Annabeth could get another word out Luke’s voice came booming behind you.

“Morning ladies!” Someone was in a good mood.

“I’ll tell you later.” She practically scowled at Percy as she walked away.

“Well, she’s a ray of sunshine.” Percy watched Annabeth as she left.

“What’re you two up to?” You asked as they took a seat with you at the table.

“Giving Percy my life story.” Luke shrugged.

“Not again.” You said sarcastically making Luke roll his eyes at you.

“Anyways, before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia.” Luke smiled a little when he said her name. It made your stomach hurt and your face flush. You were jealous of a tree.

“And what does that mean, forbidden?” Percy asked.

“A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father anymore. And it held for a long time until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia.” Luke explained.

“Forbidden kids attract trouble.” You added. “Monsters everywhere, constantly battling to stay alive.”

“One day, we, uh, find this little girl hiding in an alley. Annabeth. We were worried about taking her in, exposing her to all that danger. Then we saw her fight.” He chuckled at the memory then fell silent. “Thalia didn't make it. But Annabeth and me... we did. And we've been family ever since.”

“She's been watching me since I got here. Why?” Percy asked.

“Annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp.”

“Rude” You mumbled

“The only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.” Luke gave you a little smirk as he continued

“And what does this have to do with me?”

“Chiron's been promising her for years,” Luke explained again.

“One day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even Chiron couldn't prevent. And when that happened, she could join it.” You explained to Percy. “Every new arrival, Annabeth watches, looking for a sign they're the one. Usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she's still watching you.”

“Can you ask her to knock it off?” Percy said shyly.

“Yeah, sure. But what if she's right?” Luke shrugged.

“Annabeth will always do what she wants.” You chuckled. The conch shell rang and everyone turned back to see Chiron in the center of the pavilion.

“Heroes... it's time.” He announced. “The game begins.”

Everyone rose from their seats and began to follow Chiron.

“We’re doing this now?” Percy scrambled from his seat at the table.

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll have fun.” You laughed at him.

“So what about you.” He asked, you looked at him with a raised brow. “How’d you end up here.”

“Well, I was alone for a long time.” You and Percy followed the large crowd up the hill, Luke continued ahead to talk with Annabeth. “A couple of years. I was constantly running from monsters and eventually one trapped me. I was stuck in a cave and I couldn’t get out. I was in there for a few days before they found me.”

“Who found you.” He was listening intently.

“Luke,” You smiled. “It was technically Grover’s quest, him, Luke, and Clarisse.” Percy’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Clarisse is an acquired taste.”

“So you and Luke,” Percy said slowly. “You guys…” He was making a gesture with his hands, you thought it was supposed to mimic kissing. You laughed and smacked his hands.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” You hadn’t called him that in a while. Dating at camp wasn’t forbidden but it wasn’t encouraged. Especially in a case like yours, living in the same cabin. Everyone knew you and Luke were together, when you first started dating you had to have some strongly worded conversations with a few aphrodite campers.

“For how long.” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Hard to say.” You shrugged. “It never really had a clear start. Just sort of happened.”

“You’ve been here three summers.” He eyed your necklace.

“This’ll be number four.” You confirmed.

“And you like it?” He asked as you finally came up over the hill.

“Happiest place on earth.”

Everyone got suited up and gathered supplies before separating to our designated sides of the river. Chiron went over the rules and the first conch blew.

“All right.” Annabeth jumped immediately into action. “We have 20 minutes before the second conch and game on. You know what you're doing?”

“Yes, ma'am.” You and Luke said in unison and prepared to take off.

“Hey.” She stopped you. “Today feel like a winning kind of day to you?”

“As always.” You smiled.

“I'll see you on the other side.” Luke smirked. “Company, move out!”

Percy went to follow you and Luke but Annabeth stopped him. “Not you, sunshine. You're with me.” Percy looked at you like he was asked for help but all you could do was give him a sympathetic smile.

You and Luke escorted the flag carrier to the decided location then set out for the red team’s flag.

“Annabeth tell you what she has planned?” You asked Luke.

“Not really, just that she has a job for Percy.”

“That scares me.” You sighed. Before Luke could respond the sound of screaming and battle cries came from the trees behind you. A group of red soldiers came charging out of the woods towards you. You and Luke had done this so many times before it was as instinctual as breathing. You lined up back to back and fought off those dumb enough to try to attack you.

“Watch out!” Luke shouted as an arrow came down at you. The two of you rolled away from each other. When you emerged a warrior was right in front of you ready to strike you down. You took a slash at the back of her knees that sent her to the ground. You glanced over at Luke who seemed to be managing two opponents just fine. You took on each soldier one by one until finally, one girl raised her arms in surrender.

“We give up.” She panted.

“I wanna move quick.” Luke explained as he sheathed his sword. “Straight through the woods to their flag.”

“Clarisse hunts in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. She's gonna cut us down.” Chris spoke up.

“Annabeth's got a plan.” Luke told him. “Percy's on it.”

Chris rolled his eyes a little.

“Come on, trust the kid a little.” You told him.

“When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it.” That seemed to instill a bit of confidence in the rest of the group because they all started towards enemy territory.

“Percy’s gonna be ready right?” He whispered to you.

“Totally.” You lacked confidence.

You and Luke caught up with the group and continued through the woods. You led the group quietly past a few small groups of soldiers having to convince Luke each time that you could take the stealth tactic and not just storm in. You came to a clearing in the woods and where it was. A bright red flag planted in the ground, waving in the wind.

“This has to be a trap.” You looked around. “No one’s here.”

“I agree,” Luke whispered. “I don’t trust it.”

“Perfect. You volunteer then.” You used the butt of your sword to push Luke out of the woods and into the clearing. He stumbled to his feet, raised his sword, and looked around waiting for the enemy to attack.

“I don’t see anyone.” He said in a hushed voice to you. Almost as if on cue a flash of red came falling out of the tree above him. A girl with a sword came hurdling down on top of Luke knocking his sword out of his hands and sending it flying to the ground. You rushed the two of them, pushing the girl off of Luke and pinning her to the ground. You had a knee on her left arm and the other was under your hand. With your free hand, you had the blade of your sword against her cheek.

“I surrender.” She sputtered. By the time you got to your feet the rest of the group had handled the other two members of the red team that were guarding the flag. Luke grabbed the flag and turned to look at you with a big smile on his face.

“Look at this killer.” That was the nickname he gave you when you fought. You loved to fight, it made you passionate and deadly. He gestured to the flag in his hands. “Look what I got.”

“Congratulations.” His smile was contagious to you. “Getting the flag is easy, getting it back is the hard part.”

Clarisse was always hunting, waiting for us to get cocky after capturing the flag just to try to kill us on our way back. But this time that didn’t happen. We made our way back, fighting off a few opponents and reuniting with several members of our team. Soon the river was in sight and the company began to charge. Luke triumphantly placed the flag in the rocks, sealing our victory. Everyone cheered and shouted in victory and you couldn’t help but admire Luke. He raised his sword in the air and cheered, he looked like a true hero. He turned and began to search the crown with his eyes before they landed on you. He practically ran to you, pushing through other people with his shield to get to you. He dropped his sword and shield on the ground and ripped off his helmet before placing both hands on the sides of your face and pulling you in to kiss him. When he pulled away his hair was messy from underneath his helmet and his cheeks were flushed with adrenaline. You couldn’t help but laugh at his forwardness, affection around camp had to be kept to a minimum to avoid unwanted attention from Chiron or Mr. D. However every once in a while in the heat of the moment Luke didn’t care about the attention. Your loving moment was cut off by Percy’s shouts.

“What is wrong with you?” Percy was sitting in the water looking up at Annabeth who must have pushed him. You had no clue why she would do that until he stood up.

When Percy rose from the water a shimmering blue trident appeared floating above his head. Your stomach dropped, the sounds around you became muffled, your face paled. You were white hot with fury practically seeing red. You had waited nearly three years for your father to claim you, even chalking it up to him choosing not to claim you because of the pact to no longer father forbidden children. But now, this kid has been here for three days and your father claimed him. Everything you’d ever wanted in your life he got in three days. You didn’t come back to reality until you felt a hand land on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luke asked as you jumped away from his touch. “Let's go somewhere and talk-”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You shrugged him off. You could hear the whispers now, feel the stares. You had tried to keep your powers in check but over the years there had been slip-ups. When you accidentally threw a wave at Silena Beauregard for getting a little too close and comfortable with Luke. Rumors spread fast at camp.

You pushed through the crowd as hot tears welled in your eyes. As you walked past the cabins trying your best not to look at the blue cabin at the end of the row your mind was on one thing. You hated the gods.

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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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Pt1

Notes: here is the long awaited pt2, I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been active but I haven’t had the chance to sit down and write this until now. Ps. I didn’t double check for spelling errors so if you see any just 🤫

Last night was strange. I try to push the embarrassing thoughts from invading my mind as i stir in bed, the sun coming up and painting the room.

Our exchange was awkward if anything more. he just eyed me up and down and smirked as i burst out of the room and shut the door. i slid down onto the floor and just sat there for a minute trying to process what i just saw.

Ive never been with a boy let alone seen one naked. Especially one that looks like THAT!

oof, i knew rafe cameron would be good looking but i expected him to look like all the rich, silver-spoon, snobs ive met. But no. he was god like. His hair was slicked back and his eyes roamed my body from the mirror dangerously, i could see the blue in them from where i was standing and they were mesmerizing. His facial features are sculpted to perfection and his abs. Oh. My. God.

and then there was his -dick- gross i dont like that word, but there it was. just staring at me. ive never seen one, besides in porn. Im not a prude i know what sex is and yes i indulge in my own sexual pleasure, but ive never actually seen one in person beofre, but if they all look like that then sign me up!

I groan as my alarm rings at 6am sharp. I always get up early because i like the morning peace. back home i would climb the roof of our manor and watch as the sun rose. it was my own private meditation and helped ease some of the stress my parents enforced on me as a 18 year old.

I walk to the bathroom rubbing my eyes and yawning, i dont expect anyone to be up at this time and i want to relax in the shower.

"Oh my god! dont you ever lock the door?" i say as i take a step back and shut the door. I could hear his deep laugh from the other side as he walked up an dopened the door. "dont worry, pretty girl, im all dressed this time" i could feel his smirk even though my hands were still covering my eyes.

i let them fall and hes right hes very much clothed. shame, wait what am i thinking! I take him in, hes wearing a bright orange shirt that as small white stripes on it and cargo shorts, his hair is slicked back with gel like last night, oh god last night. my eyes shift down to his crotch. is he.. hard?' "see something you like pretty girl?" he cocks an eyebrow at me as he leans on the door frame. "i sure do" he says smugly

oh shoots, i forgot im still wearing my sleepwear, its a black lacy bralette and matching panties, i dont like sleeping with clothes on it gets too hot. im instantly aware of how exposed i am and rush for a hoodie from my luggage, it wont cover much but it drops to just above my thighs and its better than nothing "sorry" i murmur, "dont be, its only fair i see you naked now" he says as he walks into my room and exits through my bedroom door.

"see you at breakfast? shame i missed dinner last night, i was looking forward to meeting you miss Morales" he stops in the doorway and says this before leaving

i cant help but blush. is rafe flirting with me?

i shake it off and go back to my morning routine, i take a shower and wash myself with the same cedarwood and ginger shampoo i did last night and put on some baggy jeans and hoodie as i make my way to breakfast.

"good morning Avery" ward says as they all sit in the same seats from last night, except rafe is here and his seat is right next to mine. fuck.

"you havent met rafe yet, our eldest" ward syas as i take a seat next to him "oh weve met dad" rafe answers as he smiles at me

"good, youll be showing her around school next week, ive already arranged it and youll have all the same classes. I want her to feel welcomed in this town rafe, her father is an important man and were proud to be helping the Morales's" ward explains.

shit i completly forgot about school. high school. senior year. New people, rich pricks and bitchy girls. I am so not ready.

"we still on for today?' i ask sarah as we eat our pancakes. "yes!' she says excitedly

"whats today" rafe asks

sarah rolls her eyes and i can sense the tension between the two, they do not like each other thats for sure

"im showing avery around the island and introducing her to some friends." sarah says

rafe scoffs "you call those dirty pouges friends" he says crossing his arms over his chest "i dont know why you hangout with them sarah" he snaps at her "because their good people rafe, something you dont know how to be" she slightly yells "kids!' ward warns. they both grumble as rafe pushes his seat back and storms off, breakfast barely touched. wheezie sits there like nothing just happened and sips her juice. shit this family is a little crazy, theres definatly more to their story.

After breakfast me and sarah head into town on some bikes, its not a long ride and we reach a restaurant type of building. "kie" sarah says as she walks up to a tan skinned girl with curly hair whose smile lights up the whole room "this isavery, shes staying with us for a while" there it is again, a while, i sure hope not. "nice to meet you" i say extending my hand, kie pushing it away and brings me in to a tight bear hug, i do not like being touched but i let it slide its oddly comforting. "im kie or kiara" she explains.

we spend some time chatting and kie explains that this restaurant is her parents and she helps run it. we get to know each other a little more and then sarah decides to introduce me to the rest of her gang.

we pull up to a cheatue house in kies car and exit. "hey, wasss up kook queen" a boys voice beams as he brings sarah in to a tight hug. hes cute, in a boy next door kind of way, his features are pretty and its not my type but his charming personality is interesting, ingiging almsot. "Im JJ" he bows to me and takes a hand kissing the top of it "Avery" i giggle at his antics and he winks. "this is John B and Pope" sarah says as we walk up furtuer to the house and there are two boys sitting drinking beers. "sup" they say as i walk up.

"so what brings you to a shithole like this" John B asks, he has his arm around sarah, they are clearly cozy. "Im orginially from California, a small town Nevada City, my dad opened one of the banks there and its gradually increased and become nationwide so we moved here for business purposes but im staying with the camerons until my parents settle some business back in cali" i explain

"so your a kook? shame" jj speaks my eyebrows scrunch as i look at sarah "whats a kook?" i ask. they all laugh as if im some stupid little girl, "a kook is those who live on the fancy side of town, hangout at the country club and spend daddys money, like rafe" he looks over to sarah "no offense, princess" "none taken" she laughs as she drinks her beer. "and pouges" pope speaks up, finally, "are us. the low lifes, who have to work two jobs to have a stable life and survive" he says. the group goes quiet and its odd. they have names for the groups in the town, it all seems like its straight out a movie and theres a rivalry between the two, its obvious. the way jj described the kooks with such hatred.

"but stick with us baby girl and well teach you the right way" jj says slinging an arm around me and dangling a beer in front of me

for the third time, i do not like being touched, but theres a calming in his presence, its not like rafe who excites and frightens me at the same time.

"count me in!" i beam as i take the beer from him and crack it open. tilting my head back and gulping down the liquid "thats it! woo!" jj shouts as he stands up and does the tarzan pose and hits his chest "P4L" they all chant as jj down his beer.

the rest of the day was spent with the pouges as they call themselves and me and and sarah go back home towards the evening

"did you two have fun" rafe asks as we pass him outside. hes leaning on the door frame with a smug smirk on his face "dont start rafe" she says as she walks past him "i told dad about your little adventure today, hes not happy" rafe says smiling as he eyes me down "really rafe, your such a dick" sarah pouts as she runs inside. he eyes me one more time before walking past me and inside

i dont know what it is about rafe but he intriging, its like something is pulling me in towards him. the way he stares at me makes my knees weak and my hurt beat faster. i realize the shampoo i use is his as his smells wafts off him when he walks by "oh by the way Avery, i like when you use my shampoo. it smells good on you" he stops in the doorway behind me and takes a deep inhale of my black locks

what am i gonna do with him, hes very straight forward and my body craves him in a way that ive never experienced, its dangerous and exhilarating all in one.

i head back to my room and pass by the study, i hear ward an sarah arguing. "this i important sarah! you cant ruin this for us. this is business and taking her on the cut can put her in serious danger. stop hanging out with those dirty pogues and get your head out of the gutter!" ward shouts "whatever dad, theyll always be mor of a family then you, and maybe she fits in with us!" sarah shouts back then theres a slam of the front door and sarahs gone

i take a deep breath as i head back up the stairs and into my room. what does he mean i could get hurt? what is nobody telling me? where are my parents and what the fuck is going on?

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe fluff #dark rafe #rafe sad #sad rafe #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe smut #rafe x reader

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classpectpokerap · 1 year

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karkat goes through some changes

homestuck

tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]. TT: It's come to my attention that you've been having some difficulties with Karkat. TG: "oh hey dave" TG: "how are you doing" TG: "good good yeah i know its been ages but ive got a question for you" TG: "hows karkat doing" TT: My apologies. TT: If you'd like to restart the conversation, but frontloaded with pleasantries, we can do that immediately. TG: nah jigs already up TG: theres a suspiciously empty bag and cat just fucking headbutting everything in existence TG: the elephant in the room is eyeing me flapping its monstrous goddamn ears blinking its sad eyes TG: walking around crunching the bones of the dead horse that ive been beating TT: Dave. TG: yo TT: Are you okay? TG: hell of a fucking question TG: i mean TG: im doing fine TG: im coping TG: its not like im the one in the relationship who woke up three feet taller and more intimidating overnight TG: with literally no clothes that fit TG: and an unrecognizable goddamn complexion TG: you know that blush palette kanaya got us that one time is basically junk now TG: we were so excited to literally never use it but now its become mandatory TG: the thrill of ignoring a gift is all evaporated TG: at least we still have that fucking popcorn maker that june got us rotting away in a cupboard somewhere TT: Dave. TG: im extremely normal about this

TG: its not every day your boyfriend of five years grows into a giant troll monster TG: leaving behind a molted skin of his days of being a regular troll monster TG: that one was TG: genuinely extremely fucking unpleasant to discover TT: I can only imagine. TT: Kanaya's more-or-less confirmed to never be able to molt again, thanks to her immortality. TT: Waking up next to, essentially, the skinned corpse of your boyfriend, while an adult with his face is crying next to you, seems incredibly distressing. TG: yeah TG: it uh TG: we didnt actually realize what the fuck was in the bed until a few hours after karkats first "oh god im like your human professor hulk" cry TG: what the fuck was the deal with professor hulk by the way TG: like why was he in the movie TG: did they just not have the budget to shoot mark ruffalos unaltered face TG: every film the guys in has a budget for ruffalo shielding an audience exposed to a noncgi ruffalo is well and truly fucked TT: Dave. TG: im fine

TG: its fine TG: its just TG: kind of a big fucking deal TG: mostly for him TG: i think hes the first mutant to pupate into adulthood for literally more than the timespan of two universes TG: its like getting run over by the puberty truck and somehow ending up with muscles out of it TG: the same kind of injury logic that created handsome squidward TT: Mm. TT: I figured something like that would be the case, emotionally. TG: as always you are the genius of our time TT: I have one more question. TT: Do you need Kanaya and I to come over to make more clothes for him? TG: wow TG: thats genuinely a really nice offer TG: yeah come over whenever TG: karkats been tarzanning it for a little too long TG: not that the primal look isnt fantastic at times but uh TG: well lets just say theres only so much i can handle at once TT: We'll be right over. tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG].

#homestuck #karkat vantas #davekat #rosemary #rose lalonde #homestuck fanfic #troll puberty is so weird #earth c #hom3stuck #pesterlogs

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lixtokki · 2 years

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see what happens (and then he did)

pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 1.5k rating: 18+ warnings: UHH. breeding!!!! there is some... power play? chan doesn't slip into subspace without a fight. lots of cum talk. pup. lots of filthy talking. a/n: I AM DOWN SO MFING BAD LOL also i didnt proofread b/c ive had @christallise breathing down my neck telling me to hurry up and post hehe

yeah. you are something of a cum slut. only for chris, though. you struggle to think of a part of your body that hasn’t been sullied by his cum, actually. sometimes you’d take it straight to the face, sometimes he wanted to decorate your tits with it — often times, you both relished in the feeling of it spurting down your throat. you’d take his cum anywhere and everywhere. everywhere.

there was just one place that remained a stranger to the warm sensation of cum coating it — inside you. more specifically, inside your pussy. chris is careful, you understood. actually, he was a little too careful, terrified of the repercussions of such an act. you’d both talked about it, hell, chris had even gone as far as to tell you in explicit detail how fucking crazy it would drive him to know you’re being stuffed full of his fertile cum… but he was yet to take the plunge. he always backed out, literally. and, that always felt great, regardless of where chris is blowing his load, you both found it fucking maddening — but there was something so tempting about the unknown. especially when it comes to him.

so, maybe you’d have to be the one to take the plunge. maybe for once you’ll have to pluck the control straight out of chris’ hands and buckle up in the drivers seat.

that night, you’re a little distracted whilst chris is fucking you. absent in the moment, enough that he notices. he slows his thrusts down to a leisurely fuck and presses a kiss into the side of your head. “baby,” he coos, moving your bodies together lazily, “you’re a million miles away.” he kisses you again, a tug to pull you back from wherever you’d wandered off to. “talk to me.” he says, massaging gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs.

you ponder over how to bring this up, during sex of all times. you’d debated several ways already, but only now, with your boyfriend balls deep inside you, do you think of a sure fire way of getting your point across.

smiling, you take hold of chris’ head in both of your hands, bringing your lips together, kissing him so deeply that he moans into your mouth. “i wanna try something.” you say, once the kiss breaks.

“oh, yeah?” he chuckles, raising a curious eyebrow, “tell me more.”

you shake your head, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze combined with that cheeky, loving grin he’s always sporting around you. “wanna show you instead.”

now, a puzzled expression sets into chris’ features, but he relents regardless and nods. “show me then, babygirl.” he breathes out, kissing you again.

and with chris ready to follow your every move, you sit upwards, wincing a little as his cock slips from you. you push him backwards onto the bed, and he happily obliges, never the man to complain about a view so fine. his hand moves from your waist to your exposed chest, and, absentmindedly, he starts to roll one of your nipples around between his thumb and forefinger.

“tsk. did i say you could do that?” you ask him, a slight edge to your voice that chris seemed to enjoy. he smiles at you, his mouth ever so slightly agape, and releases your nipple from his grip.

“you didn’t. sorry, babygirl.” he says, his voice dripping in anticipation. you can hear the way his tongue sits tight between his teeth.

“mm,” you grunt, taking your position atop chris, lining his cock back up with your cunt and sitting down on it with great ease, loving the way this position always seems to tickle you in places you’d forgotten about. god, his cock made you feel so full. especially from this angle. your head lolls backward as you rock your hips steadily atop him — and meanwhile you know his eyes are trained on you, ready to see what your next move is.

“chris.” you half-moan, resting your hands on his chest, “you’re going to cum inside me.”

you expect hesitation, but, fuck, he looks you up and down like he’s about to fucking devour you. “i am, yeah?” the bratty look on his face almost enough to make you slap him. “you gonna make me?” he asks, smirking.

“yeah. yeah i am actually,” you hiss back, lifting your hips up generously before slamming yourself back down on his cock. he inhales sharply, throwing his head backwards. “what the fuck are you gonna do about? lying there, taking it like a fucking bitch.”

oh. those are words you never even thought yourself capable of thinking, let alone saying. out loud. to chris. you look straight down at him, meeting his gaze, and boy, does he look pissed. and yet, he’s never looked sexier in his life.

he sucks the hot air in through his teeth, rutting up into you… a little desperately, not that you mind. “go on then, make me fill you up. take all of me into that fertile little cunt of yours. see what fucking happens.” he raises a hand to slap against your thigh, but you snatch his wrist in your hand with reflexes you weren’t sure you were even capable of.

“no no, no. baby. that’s not how this is gonna work tonight.” you bring his hand to your mouth, sliding his thumb into your mouth, sucking shiftlessly, keeping your lidded eyes on him. “try that again and you’ll be the one getting slapped.” you say with his thumb still stuffed in your cheek.

chris scoffs and rolls his eyes, and, feeling defiant, he shoves two more fingers roughly into your mouth, enough that you gag. he laughs while he does it, a deviant little twang to his laughter. tears prickle your eyes from the gagging, but you can make out chris’ smug fucking grin through the blur. without thinking, you raise your hand and bring it down straight across your boyfriend’s perfect fucking face.

you hear him moan. well, the noise was something caught between a pleasured moan and an angry growl. looking straight at you, he suddenly starts fucking upwards into you, harshly, off-rhythm, like a poor, desperate animal. “that. fucking. hurt.” he says, pounding into you with every syllable.

“yeah? did that hurt so good?” you tease, surprised you can even form sentences given the brutality of chris’ thrusts.

“it hurt so fucking good,” chris cries out, losing the end of his sentence to a loud, broken moan. you see his eyes rolling back into his skull and you’re mesmerised.

“this little puppy loves being slapped about, doesn’t he?” you simper, dragging your nails down his toned stomach, admiring the red lines they leave behind. chris nods furiously at your question, a pout forming on his spit laden lips. “is this pup gonna cum inside me?”

chris nods again, his moans coming out in pathetic whimpers. “yeah. yeah. i’m gonna cum inside you. wanna cum inside you so bad.”

you rock yourself against chris’ hip spasms, feeling so tremendously close to orgasm you think you’ll explode any fucking second. but you wait. you save it. you hold onto it whilst chris catches up. “only good boys are allowed to fill this pussy up. you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

“yes. yes. i’m a good boy, i’m such a good boy.” then, chris’ hands latch onto your waist with a death grip that’s sure to leave bruises, “can— can i cum? please, please?”

keeping the pace, you lean forward ever so slightly, cupping his beautiful face in your hands. “you can cum. please fill me up with your pups until i can’t hold anymore.”

and with his permission vocalised, chris supernovas, the ungodly noises that leave his mouth are sure to have woken up a neighbour or two. he pulls you down, your sweaty chests touching now, and ruts into you, riding out his orgasm whilst pumping every drop of cum he has in him straight into your cunt. the knot in your stomach releases too and you’re quick to attach your hands to chris’ shoulders, gripping fiercely and screaming your orgasm right into his ear.

the feeling of warm cum trickling out of your too-full pussy and down your thighs feels so much better than you ever could’ve imagined. but you stay locked in your current position, keeping chris’ softening dick inside you for just a few moments longer. riding out the final waves of your orgasms, you both rock together gently, breathing in each other’s hot breath.

you lovingly wipe the spit from the corner of chris’ mouth and kiss him. he barely reacts, completely fucked out, and your chest swells with pride that you could do that to him.

“babygirl.” he sighs, nuzzling sleepily into your neck, “was i good?” his voice is so meek. so polarising against the man who usually tells you what to do and rules this bed with an iron fist.

you kiss chris on the nose and run your fingers through his hair, “you were the best boy.”

#bangchan x reader #bang chan smut #skz smut #bang chan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan x y/n #skz x reader #mine #cham

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kaeyapilled · 8 months

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What are some fics that you think are must reads for kaeya fans?

TEEHEE okay i think i have rec'd most of these before when i was asked for fic recs some time ago but its ok. here are the most kaeya fics ever in my opinion !

clouds in a lake by VelleRue

“Pot of butter,” Kaeya mumbles beneath his breath, eyes roving over the words. Alone, the words wouldn’t be very special. The shapes and sounds don’t scare him as much anymore, not like they did when he was new and wore shoes with torn soles and only knew how to say, My father told me he was going to buy grape juice.

Together though, they sound like the orange-yellow light of the oil lamp flickering in the corner. They sound like sticky fingers and bread rolls. Like a dinner table of three.

Cake and a pot of butter.

this one is so bittersweet and melancholic and i love all the headcanons in it and the way it's written oughhh it's a great read!! short but really good

stubborn roots by alexithymias

Kaeya’s plan to end his life is interrupted when Rosaria asks him to take care of a plant for a few days.

this one is heavier so definitely pay attention to the tags but, oh my god. this rewired my brain SO violently. i adore the concept and the characterization is really on point. it is so painful in all the good ways i like stories to be painful. i really recommend it!!

I'm gonna miss your love when it's gone by imaginarypasta

A selection of scenes from Kaeya's childhood related to his relationships with his fathers, and all they have led him to be.

im pretty sure ive rec'd this before but this is like, one of my favorite portrayals of kaeya and his bio father ever. its just so good. so delightfully sad. a breath of fresh air from the common headcanon that his father was an evil asshole. the kaeya & crepus bits are also really good and i like the author's hcs about khaenri'ah/the abyss SO much

not bad for a walk on death's doorstep by b_attery

Fear is a knife’s edge. Fear is a killer. Fear is how you know you’re still alive. Kaeya Alberich, not yet Ragnvindr, knew how to fear before he knew how to talk. As the heir to the regency of a dead kingdom, a spy-in-training to be sent to the surface world, as the last hope of Khaenri’ah – there were many things to fear. And later, as the Cavalry Captain of Mondstadt and a traitor no matter what he chose, Kaeya Alberich ex-Ragnvindr knew that as long as he lived, he would be afraid.

i have definitely rec'd this one before. but i just really love it!!! my comment on the bookmark says "literally the best kaeya character study i have ever read" and yeah that still holds up. shaped a lot of my kaeya hcs. i love this author

Hundred-Watt Light by pepperjuice

The first time the thought occurs to Kaeya he is eleven years old. Well, that’s not exactly true. It had been twisting in the back of his head for a long time, already. Formless and unspoken, an ever-present awareness, a whisper. But the first time it rings in his head, put in words, bright and shiny and just behind his eyes—

He is eleven. *** A story about ten years of contingency plans and holding your own hand. (Because how else are you supposed to live with a weight too big to hold all alone?)

OH I MUST HAVE REC'D THIS LIKE THREE TIMES BUT THIS IS REALLY A MUST READ. first of all heed the tags because it touches quite heavy topics! but this entire concept is SO interesting to be explored in kaeya's character and this author does it SO well..... this is one of my favorite fics, like, ever, lmao. absolute kaeya must read To Me

Lamellae by scripturient

A slowish movement in a discordant key, wherein Kaeya has bitten off rather more than he can chew and needs significant help; meanwhile, malady exposes buried memory and dread. A limited plot from a limited point of view which dabbles in themes of pain, trust, angst, conflict, and betrayal. Not quite a character study.

the writing style in this one is SO cool, i love it! non-linear narratives are my thing, i never get tired of it. and the whump in this is so good.. i like whump fanfiction, lol. the combination of characters in this is really fun as well, though everything is told from kaeya's very disoriented point of view. anyway, amazing exploration of his character!! the next work in this series, The thaw that comes in springtime (plus the next next work!), is also really good and i loved it, particularly the ragbros bit lol. another must read!

undertow / oversight by MercuryPoisoning

In which Kaeya gets by with a little help from his friends.

another one i feel ive rec'd before, but i love it. really good characterization!! especially his relationship with diluc!!! really good read. i love this author's stuff a lot lol. (bonus by the same author, and another one i consider a must-read even though it's still in progress and also way heavier than most of the previous recs: sleeping marble lion! i really like the writing style and the concept!!! pay attention to the tags but trust me it's a delightfully gut wrenching one<3)

whew. i think i have a few more i could have added here. i just went through my bookmarks lol i have read a decent amount of kaeya fanfiction. hope these are to your liking!!! fic rec'ing is one of my favorite activities

#was on the verge of linking my ao3 bookmarks but. i use that account since 2018.#the great hamilton incident of 2019......#among other things.#BUT YEAH BEEN TYPING THIS FOR OVER AN HOUR AND ITS WAY PAST MY BEDTIME. ENJOY!#askpilled #fic recs #kaeyaposting #kaeya alberich #kaeya #if tjere are any mistakes on this post i didnt notice it sorry. its nearly 1 in the morning

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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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fic rec friday 33

welcome to the thirty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Rose-Colored Boy by melancholymango

“I missed you, you know.”

“Yeah?” Lance sighed, warm and giddy, clearly not absorbing how serious the words truly were. Keith nodded his head for a few seconds, not trusting himself to speak around the size of his emotions. He was suddenly brought back to the years alone on the whale, when all he’d had to keep him going was memories of his friends, of Lance.

“Yeah.” Keith said, more certainty in his voice now. He reached down, hesitantly threading his fingers through Lance’s and giving his hand a squeeze. Lance tensed next to him. “I still do.”

“I mean, I’m right here.”

“Are you? You still seem pretty far away.”

again i know im not really big on those fics that make the team out to be deliberately cruel, but sometimes its cathartic tbh. sometimes you remember canon and ur just like yeah what if he got angry. what if someone got angry for him. what then. and mango gives us that

2. Swamp of Sorrows by SwissArmyKnife

Pike gets exposed to acidic ooze, which leads Block (& Keith) to make a few discoveries about their party’s rogue.

“We can't leave them like this,” Meklavar said of Valayun and Pike, who’d been laid beside the fire. "Look at how bad those welts are." She came up with a bottle of oil and a cake of soap. "I can smell water nearby. We can get them washed and roll them in a blanket to sleep off the spore. What do you think?"

"I think it's our only choice," Takashi said.

monsters and mana fic!!!!! everybody say YES to righteous anger on pike’s behalf. and also say yes to pike bc i love him. this fic is interesting bc its a little tense and awkward bc this ragtag team of misfits doesnt quite trust each other yet but they also cant quite stop themselves from caring about each other. so even though they dont all agree on eveyrthing and dont agree about all, they do agree that pike needs more care than he got. also unrelated but the fact that shiro’s m&m name is fucking takashi kills me every time like man just wants to be himself 💀

3. Beneath the Champagne Sea by SwissArmyKnife

The paladins make a diplomatic visit to a planet with sexual dimorphism roughly opposite that of Earth. Women are larger and more powerful, while men are leaner and smaller. Cue their horror at gaunt, sickly Pidge and mild disgust with the ’womanly’ Shiro. Lance hits the sweet spot. He's got the build and features to draw the eyes and the charm to keep them. Their hosts are quite taken with him, in particular the daughter of the queen, whose forwardness is a comic reversal of Lance’s usual dynamic with women. Lance likes the attention and finds her intriguing, but eventually things take a discomforting turn.

Lance tried to step around her, wanting to walk away from a conversation that seemed less and less likely to end well, but Leh’n seized his wrist before he could. Her grip was tight, and freeing himself would require an act of aggression, which he still wanted to avoid. ‘Think of the mission, of how important it is to get the castle up and running again,’ he coached himself.

Still, that did nothing to stop his blood pressure from skyrocketing as Leh’n leaned closer and said. “I am not accustomed to reluctance.”

i swear to god that ive recced this before, but i couldnt find it in my records so here it is!! this fic is endlessly fascinating. the exploration of gender roles is super interesting, considering who is impacted in this fic and how. the discussion about beauty standards, power imbalances, the alien wrench in things was so cool! and i think lance, who is very much someone who rides that gender lines in terms of presentation of hobbies and even chracter traits, makes sense as the main character here. interesting think piece.

4. you had me at merlot by @ryomakun

“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

this fic is HILARIOUS. its one of the firsts i ever screenshotted for the scrapbook i have of fics that made me laugh out loud. i offer you this one part that really made me giggle:

““It tastes good,” Keith says petulantly as he glares at the accusing finger Hunk has pointed at him. “No offense Hunk but that stuff you gave me for my twenty-first tasted like feet and antiseptic.”

“That was a merlot,” Hunk wails. “The good kind, too!”

Ignoring them, Lance stands in front of the rum selection. This is why he didn’t want to bring anyone. They might call him loud and embarrassing, but at least he doesn’t yell inside WalMart about the virtues of a “real red wine.” An elderly couple passes through, eying the bickering three. Lance resolutely pretends he is here shopping by himself.“

the way they are so ridiculous that LANCE of all people is embarrassed of them...cinema. also this fic is peak bc it has klance as enemies to lovers and childhood friends to lovers at the same time. iconique

5. Flayed by @admiralcanthackett

Lance gets hit with a face full of spores and it leaves him wracked with pain. Touch is the only relief he can find.

yes i know i tag this author all the time but in my defense there was a point in my life where i was OBSESSED with faer fics. truly. anyways this one has unexpectedly protective keith, like to a very high degree, and im loving the heavy themes of trust and emotional as well as physical vulnerability

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#pretty varied this week tbh!!#anyways #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #team as family #lance & hunk #established klance #enemies to lovers #fic rec #fic rec friday #langts #monsters & mana

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well you said send it

THIS IS PURE SMUT IM SO SORRY

They had an incredible night out, laughing, talking, flirting. Both girls were buzzing with excitement as they left the club, holding hands. As they got to the car, Alora turned to Cj and said, "I think it's time to take this evening up another notch..." Cj smiled, knowing exactly what her friend meant. They drove back to their dorm, pulling into the empty parking lot. The girls looked around, making sure no one was watching, then quickly made their way inside.

Once they were safely in their room, Alora pushed Cj against the door and kissed her passionately. Their tongues danced together as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Moans escaped both of their lips as they continued to make out. Then, without breaking the kiss, A unbuttoned Cj shirt slowly, revealing her perky breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently while flicking it with her tongue.

Grinning, Alora reached behind Cj and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her large breasts bounced free, nipples erect and begging for attention. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing and rolling them before taking one into her mouth. Cj threw her head back, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Oh god..." she whispered hoarsely.

As Alora lavished attention on Cj's other breast, she felt her own need growing. She knelt down, pushing Cj's pants and underwear down just enough to expose her sex. With a soft growl, she ran her tongue along Cj's folds, tasting her arousal. She teased her clit with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a loud moan from her friend. When she thought J Cj ready, she pushed her face deeper between Cj's legs, her tongue probing inside.

Cj's body buckled as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She gripped the back of Alora's head, thrusting against her tongue. Her moans grew louder, more frantic. "I'm going to cum!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty dorm. A pulled away at the last second, watching as Cj came undone, her juices spilling onto the floor. Breathless and panting, they collapsed onto the bed, wrapping themselves in each other's arms. Alora kissed Cj softly, their hearts racing.

well this sure is something!!

i fear you do not know our lore i was ready for my pillow princess

but this works too

i can’t bring myself to hit post ive been sitting here for like 4 minutes

#alora my princess #this is not how it would go #a for effort #oh luce look what you did #ARE U HAPPY TWIN

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valleyfae · 2 years

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thinking about him. boyfriend's older brother who is a rockstar? forced breeding and lots of finger sucking and he LOVES humiliating. forced ball worship. spanks you with his drumsticks. bending you over any surface and humping you like a freak. he is very vocal very loud and into hair pulling both ways. love u x

also im loving the blog name

Thank you bub :( love you and am sending you many hugs

Oh gosh… rockstar!Bucky has me in a choke hold 24/7!!!!! Shy and quiet but secretly reads dark mafia pure smut books and fantasizes about getting aggressively gang-banged reader

I wasn’t planning for this to be a 1.1k word very slutty blurb-ish rant. What am I kidding, you can send me ‘dad’ and I’d flip out (I didn’t even re-read my sentences)

Feeling pressured to get into a relationship because all of your friends are in one. It’s not that you are 100% opposed to finding a hookup or even an exclusive relationship, but according to your friends, you “never spoke” and “shut down every single person who made a move or flirted in the slightest.”

Spring exams are over, and holiday around the corner, so you don’t have any convincing excuses to not go out with your friends.

Giving up, you hook up with the most annoying, vanilla, mundane personality of a tree stump, fratboy douche bag. You pray it doesn’t turn into something serious. Still, you don’t have the guts to decline when he invites you to his house for break, mainly because a couple of his friends will be staying over as well. He, as usual, gaslights you until you’re hiding in one of the bathrooms in his house, vigorously texting your best friend that you want to leave while your shitty boyfriend, who constantly cheats on you, and his friends get drunk downstairs.

He can’t stand his older brother. Partially because he is forty times more attractive than he is and also his thriving career as a drummer. As a teenager, he would make fun of his brother for how he dresses, listening to Deftones, Sonic Youth, and even fucking Nirvana, and mostly because he plays the drums and started a band with three of his friends. But now, he just shuts his mouth when around Bucky.

Walking downstairs, you think about walking out without collecting any of your things or saying a word.

“Come on, let’s just go. You said you wanted to go. It doesn’t matter if your brother’s playing there. He’s not going to be staying at your house anyways.”

Standing in the crowd, you’ve been left in a while your “boyfriend” and his friends do God knows what.

Yes, the other band members are hot, and there’s no doubt you’d let them use you like a worthless sex doll, but the tattoos, his shirt around his neck that exposes his perfect body, every single thing about him.

After their final song, you don’t move, just stand there, staring at Ben? Bucky? Brody? You can’t even remember his name, so infatuated by the perfectly sculpted man or maybe because your boyfriend who’s making out with a random girl refuses to talk about him.

“You doing okay there?” Bucky chuckles, bending down a bit to snap you out of your dreamy state. “Y/n, right? It’s Bucky, (I’m not putting a name because I can) ‘s older brother.”

IVE NEVER ONCE USED Y/N AND IM CRINGING AND THROWING UP

Fuck this I’m not trying in the slightest anymore and will rant and puke words elkjskska…

He brings you backstage to the private room he used to get ready. You’re hesitant but can’t resist. You sit on the couch awkwardly watching him as he wipes, then throws his sweaty black wife-beater on the table and lights a pre-roll. Bucky offers you his joint and smugly chuckles when you stumble to respond. “We got an innocent little one, now do we, bunny.” He starts conversation, but you can only respond with a nod and the occasional flustered hum. His eyes drop as you squirm in your seat and adjust your dress. “Not so innocent, huh? Flustered and humping the air like a needy slut” Bucky grins, gripping your thigh and slowly inching his hand past the hem of your dress…

Now for the said kinks >_<

Humiliation

Pulling up your dress and forcing your legs open, sliding his thick fingers through your folds, mocking you and collecting your wetness with his fingers. Rubbing your clit torturously slow, his pressure so light, but he can still feel the throbbing and heat radiating from your cunt, he brings his other hand to your face, fingers digging into your skin, and he forces your jaw to drop. Drool accumulates in your mouth; Bucky shoves his slick-covered digits down your throat. “Aw, you gonna be my dumb little whore? Want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you, bunny?” he slaps your face, nonchalantly gets up, and relights his joint. He sits not too far away from you on the couch. His thighs spread because MANSPREAD BUCKY I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK. His bulge is prominent, straining his black pants as he inhales the smoke. You wait for him to speak, just breathing heavily and rubbing your thighs together. Finally, he makes you strip and curses under his breath, palming himself over his jeans.

DONT LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW IM HAVING A MOMENT… “Grab that pillow for me. Go on.” Bucky chuckles when you go and hand the pillow to him. “Always so clueless, huh? Haven’t been used before, is that right?” You respond with an embarrassed nod. “Well, then I know my needy little bunny will do just fine,” Bucky instructs you to sit back down on the couch but tells you to place the decorative pillow directly under you. “Don’t act dumb. Hump that pillow like you do after faking your orgasm. Hump that pillow like you do while thinking about getting fucked into oblivion, getting slapped and thrown around, go on.”

Hair pulling

Bucky is a sadist but has a little masochism in him as well. He gets so turned from your crying, tugging his hair from overstimulation as he slams into your cervix. The intoxicating pain from your nails digging into his skin or bitting his shoulder ensures him that he’s achieving his goal; to make you insane in the best way.

As much as he loves hearing your helpless whimper as you pull on his hair, he, even more, loves to clutch your hair as he roughly fucks your throat. Tears, makeup, and spit painted all over your face as he slams you down his cock with the grip on your hair.

What a perfect segue into ball worship and the good old faithful spit kink and maybe some rimming

Everything is messy. Spit, cum, tears, maybe even special water from his special water gun

He loves the spit that drips down your chest when you give him head. He loves the spit so much that he can’t contain himself and has to spit on your face and call you a “stupid little slut” and a “worthless messy whore”

What pushes Bucks over the edge is when you suck on his balls, innocently looking up at him as he holds your face down against him.

“Have you ever eaten ass before, bunny?”

Thrusting his hips and rocking against your face. He just can’t help but cum all over his chest and make you lick it up after tongue fucking his ass and sucking on his balls.

I could go on forever… breeding, spanking, voyeurism/exhibitionism, threesomes/foursomes, etc

Another I love you because I can <3 take care and don’t be mean to yourself you are the sweetest little angel ever <33

#fran's mail #fran’s concepts #rockstar!bucky barnes #bf brother!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

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