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wri0thesley · 2 years
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a few years into your study at the akademiya, you find yourself in need of a new roommate - your own is graduating (finally), and sumeru rents are subsidised for students but are still more than you, a poor farmer’s child from liyue, can afford alone. 
your roommate is not the only one graduating - you’ve heard rumours that tighnari, the amurta student with a focus on botany with the big fox ears and soft fluffy tail, needs to find himself a new roommate too. he’s terribly popular; very smart and very dedicated, as well as being nice to look at and kind-hearted and willing to lend a hand whenever someone has genuine need. you’re sure he must be inundated with offers. you’ve only spoken to him a few times - the two of you are in different darshans - but . . . well. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like him, and didn’t find him handsome, and wouldn’t like to get to know him better--
you’re very surprised when he approaches you - but he words it very simply. you’re quiet, and he needs someone quiet to room with. you’re hard-working, and he appreciates that about you. you have never treated him like he’s some mascot to be photographed and paraded about. you’re both the same age - early twenties, perhaps - and he’s heard rumours that you’re very good at what you do, so you might even graduate together . . . will you be his roommate?
(and perhaps, a little part of him doesn’t understand why he’s chosen you, but does understand that you smell good and you look pretty and you make his thoughts turn to mush when he thinks of you too hard, make his cheeks heat and his tail begin to swish). 
it goes very well. the two of you are suited for this roommate agreement; both of you do your shares of the cleaning, your shares of cooking (he’s a better cook than you, but you’re less likely to lock yourself in your room for hours on end when you get too into a project). you talk to one another and crack jokes and smile and share research - it’s going extremely well!
until one night you let yourself back in after a gruelling day - a practical exam, and you’re feeling fit to drop and aware you’re sweating, your hair plastered to your head, your clothes all messed up. you want to shower and then go straight to bed - but as you walk through the common area, you hear a high pitched whining. a whimpering noise - tighnari, and it sounds like he’s in pain. all other thoughts go out the window as you rush for his room, open the door, calling his name in concern--
he’s in the centre of his bed clad in a too-large tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. his blankets and pillows and everything else soft in the room has been piled all around him, almost as if he’s nesting - and he’s cuddling his tail, whimpering, whining, his eyes blown wide and his mouth open to reveal sharp fangs and panting. when he’d heard you approach, though, his head had snapped up - and you meet eyes that are almost glowing in the dim dusklight of the window, as tighnari grits out (cheeks red, choking on his words);
“you should close the door. you shouldn’t . . . be here . . .”
his ears are flicking from side to side, and it’s hard for him to get out his words - they sound thick on his tongue. he breathes in deeply, and you’re horribly aware that you can’t smell pleasant, but tighnari just lets out a whine that sounds almost needy. you desperately try not to look at his bare shoulders, the toned thighs - but if you did, perhaps you’d notice how hard his cock is pressing against the front of the (flower patterned, cute--) boxers.
you protest. you say you’re worried about him, is he running a fever, you can get someone - you make the mistake of closing the door behind you. you make the mistake of approaching him, so that your scent wraps around him and envelopes every one of his senses (smells good, smells like you, wants to rub himself all over you until you smell like him . . . you smell fertile. you’re a good candidate for his mate, so sweet so soft so nice so compatible--).
tighnari mumbles apologies even as he pounces on you, and even as you’re being dragged back to the nest he’s made on his bed. in between pawing at you he’s mumbling things; you smell so good, he needs you so badly, he never thought that it would be this bad . . .
something from one of your voluntary classes in the amurta comes back to you. something about the habits of wild animals, their breeding cycles - and about how male desert foxes go into rut states where they simply need to be inside of something and breed something. you hesitantly reach up, running a hand over tighnari’s silky soft ears in a way that makes him growl-moan-purr in his throat. you spread your legs in an open invitation.
later on, when his senses have returned to him, tighnari thanks you for helping him through his first rut as he noses at your shoulder and sighs, cheek rubbing against your bare skin so his scent marks you. fennec foxes, he tells you, mate for life.
 . . . that wouldn’t be so bad. 
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sunny-reis · 8 months
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a somewhat unfriendly reminder to fucking tag stuff like non-con/dub-con
idk how mfs sleep at night knowing they find ts appealing you shouldn't be ALLOWED to write it at all but here we fucking are 😐 that aside not everyone's comfortable reading about that shit so TAG it so we don't fucking see it
please unfollow or block me if you read/enjoy non-con, dub-con, or blatant assault in fics. if you do you're fucked up and i hope you have an identity crisis that leaves you mentally exhausted and worn out bc of the guilt you feel.
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mikoobug · 8 months
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miko | she/her/they | 18 | 🇸🇴🇯🇵🇩🇴 | ♒️♒️
contents: short fics + headcanons, somewhat nsfw and sfw , all charas are 18+
inbox : depends on what it is
okay so! i do write for all POC and body sizes so i’m not gonna write anything that says “he picked me up as if i weighed nothing” or “ he ran his fingers through my hair” or anything of that nature 😭.
i only write for anime’s that i’ve watched already so if you request something that i never watched before then i won’t answer.
age doesn’t matter on this page i don’t really care about the “MDNI” thing it doesn’t do anything but i will put warnings for things so you can scroll if you don’t want to read that certain thing.
i don’t really spell check or do word checks or anything i just write, i do write NSFW but i do have boundaries for things i do not write. if the character is under age they will have to be aged up.
i write GN x character (i’ll try my best not to mention anything about body’s) , fem reader x fem character, dom reader x sub character , fem reader x male character. but if you do not specify the gender in a request i will automatically put female reader. i do specify sexuality if asked. Such as bi!fem reader x male character and more. i mostly write for underrated characters, such as marc snuffy from blue lock and i will make a post of fandoms that i will write for!
i am currently working on a book called Hanako’s nightmare of fabrication i’ll write the first 5 chapters and post them all on the same day.
I will make separate post for different things such as rules and fandoms. hopefully you enjoy
(literally DIED typin ts out 😭😭)
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lackspraise · 5 years
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me, at the fandom:  it’s not edgy or cool or fun to write hella scaring non con / dub con with skip wescott and peter parker.  esp with new boy mcu parker.  just woof.  why.  
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diamond-coral · 3 years
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Play by the Rules
Steve x Reader, Tony x Reader, Implied Steve x Reader x Tony
Summary: Working for the powerful CEO, Tony Stark, was a nightmare. Especially when you have to deal with his new, and equally as powerful, partner; the CEO of S.H.I.E.L.D. Inc., Steve Rogers. You have a plan to leave it all behind, but Tony has his own plans for you.
This is my first writing for @ darkficsyouneveraskedfor and @ harper-emory-writes Dark Bingo challenge: crossing off the squares Blackmail and CEO AU. I’m nowhere near a bingo but I’m super excited that I’ve started !!
Warnings: 18+ only! NON-CON/DUB-CON(ORAL (M RECEIVING), INTERCOURSE, MENTION OF ANAL), BLACKMAIL, VOYEURISM, sexism in the workplace, swearing.
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 “We’ll review the new contract with S.H.I.E.L.D. today during the meeting. I’ll need two printed copies of it as well as a printed copy of our current one with Asgard Corp.” Tony snaps his fingers in front of your face. “Y/n, are you even listening to me?”
You look up from your notepad. “Of course, Mr. Stark. Just taking notes.”
Tony scoffs. “Wasn’t half the reason I hired you your ability to retain information without wasting time by writing things down?Since when did you start taking notes?”
Since I became willing to do anything to not have to look at you and remember that you were balls deep in me just last week.
“I’d just like everything to go smoothly for this meeting. I understand it’s a big deal for the company and for you, sir.”
Tony studies your face. “Well in the spirit of dedication, I’ll need you to stay a couple hours extra.”
You try to avoid scrunching up your features at that. Although you had been looking forward to curling up on your couch when you got home, you would never dare counter your employer, so you just nod.
“Rogers will be here in an hour,” he continues. “I’m expecting you to greet him, so I’ll have an intern go out and get you an outfit.” 
“With all due respect, Mr. Stark, I believe the attire I’m currently wearing is satisfactory, is it not?”
Tony eyes your black blazer and pants paired with flats. “It’s not,” he states as he gets up from his chair across from you at your desk and fixes his tie. After pausing to consider your confused look, he elaborates. “You gotta show some more skin, sweetheart. It’s the only way a woman like you will be able to make it out here.”
Your mouth falls open as he turns and leaves you to process his offensive comment.
“Bastard,” you mumble.
You could run Stark Industries in your sleep. In fact, Tony had already appointed you head of three separate divisions as well as let you bring a few of your own original projects and ideas to life in the years you had been here. You saw your own potential and Tony had been generous enough to help you expand and experiment with it. A couple more years and you could leave Stark Industries behind to start your own company with the connections you’d already made.
Which is why you remained compliant with Tony’s every demand. No matter how much it hurt your pride (especially when a drunk hookup with him practically destroyed your pride), nothing would compare to the sweet victory of running Tony’s company into the dirt when you started your own. You did your own projections. Tony wasn’t short of enemies, and with their help and your own skill set, you’d make double the profits Tony did in half the time.
So you put up with the touches, grabs, and comments from Tony. He had such a large company to run that he barely noticed that the three divisions he absentmindedly handed to you were the most successful. You’d giggle and bat your eyelashes as long as Tony didn’t notice you practically undermining his company.
Play by the rules,
But be ferocious.
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Twenty minutes later you’re interrupted from your pile of paperwork by a soft knock.
“Come in!” you call out.
A boy with short brown hair lets himself in. You’d seen him around as Tony’s shadow.  
‘What was his name again? Patrick? Pietro? Pierre?’
“Oh, Peter! How can I help you”
“Hey, Ms. L/n, Tony asked me to bring this up to you.”
Peter holds up the clear dry-cleaning bag, and it takes all your effort not to grimace at the short black pencil skirt inside. Instead, you give him a tight-lipped smile.
“You can just leave it on that chair, thank you,” you say.
As Peter leaves you get up to inspect the clothing Tony so graciously provided for you, and you notice a note attached.
leave a couple buttons undone ;)  -TS
Scoffing, you throw the note in the trash as you pick up the clothes and lock your door.
You’d begrudgingly play a little eye candy knowing you’d get your revenge in a couple years.
But how much could this escalate in a couple of years? 
“Stop it,” you mutter to yourself while pulling on the black blazer.
Once you're finished changing, you receive an alert that Steve Rogers had checked into the building. 15 minutes early.
You hadn’t even met the fucker and you already hated him.
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“Mr. Rogers!” you greet the blonde in a painfully cheery voice. “You’re early!”
“Well, this is an important meeting, sweetheart,” he replies, and you cringe at the pet name, handing him a clipboard and pen.
“This is just a quick confidentiality contract, Mr. Stark would like you to sign,” you inform. “Basically just saying you agree not to share any contents of the meeting or contract to any outside parties until you and Mr Stark have solidified and confirmed all aspects of your partnership.”
“Ah so Stark is already confident he’ll get a partnership with my company?” Steve muses and scribbles his signature. He looks up, handing the clipboard and pen back to you, and you motion for him to follow you down the hall.
“So what’s your role here exactly?” Steve asks, following behind you. “Are you an intern, receptionist...maybe a call-girl?”
You don’t bother turning at his teasing remark, instead answering calmly. “I run the three most successful divisions here, Mr. Rogers.”
“Impressive,” he remarks, but it sounds more of a mock from him. “And Stark still keeps you as an assistant.”
Your brows furrow at that comment. “How do you know I’m an assistant? And why would you ask what I did here if you already knew?”
“Women like you are just so fun to rile up. Stark and I had a meeting earlier in the month, and he talked of you very fondly.”
Well that didn’t sit right with you. You coordinated all of Tony’s meetings and practically created his everyday work schedule. “Mr. Stark didn’t mention meeting you already.”
“We decided to go over all possibilities of this transaction. It wasn’t much.” Steve brushes your comment off as he enters the elevator with you.
The doors close and you feel trapped. Through the short conversation you’ve had with this man, you can already tell how calculating he is. Every word, every movement, has been intricately steered by him for his benefit. And you couldn’t even begin to explain how belittled his stature made you feel; sheer power barely contained by an expensive three piece suit. The dark blue made his blue eyes more piercing in comparison. Everything about him radiated dominance. And for a woman like you who was practically clawing her way up the corporate ladder, that was a problem.
“You coming?” Steve’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He stood by the open elevator doors, arm gesturing out for you to lead. “Time is money.”
“Well then you have plenty of it, don’t rush me,” you snap.
“Feisty,” he muses, lips turning upwards.
Steve follows behind you, and you can feel his gaze burning on your ass. You’re more than grateful when you reach Tony’s door, having to refrain from frantically knocking, trying to escape the stare of the man behind you.
“Enter,” a voice calls from behind the doors.
You push open the large door and stand to the side, allowing Steve to enter the room before you.
“Mr. Stark,” Steve greets, crossing the room to give Tony a firm handshake.
“Rogers.”
The men begin to talk business and you take that as your cue to leave, turning back towards the door.
“Y/n, have a seat,” Tony calls out to you. You glance back at him and beckons you over with two fingers.
“Um, Mr. Stark, there are no other chairs,” you stammer.
“Don’t worry, doll, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer a lady a place to sit,” Steve declares. You expect him to get up, but he just spreads his legs a little wider and gestures to his lap.
Eyes flitting to Tony in panic, your employer just nods and gives you look of warning as if saying ‘don’t mess this up’.
You let out a breath and hesitantly make your way to Steve.
‘How much could this escalate?’
The words from earlier rang in your head, but you brush them away and tentatively place yourself on one of his muscular thighs, angling yourself inward. You can’t hide how your face twists into a look of disdain as Steve’s arm snakes around, pulling you further up his leg so you’re back right up against his torso.
“Mr. Rogers I-” Your voice is nothing but a squeak before Tony interrupts you.
“As I was saying,” Tony interjected. “Your profits will grow exponentially if you add Stark Tech to your security services. Which is why I get 60%. I’m already doing you a favor by growing your profits.”
“I want 50/50. Stark Industries will gain consumers from S.H.I.E.L.D. We both get more buyers from the partnership, so I say it should be an even split.”
“Well we both know you’re not just getting the consumers, Rogers,” Tony spat. 
That has your attention fully invested in the conversation. What could Rogers possibly get from the company that Tony would be so mad about parting from? You look down at the contract on the desk in front of you and your heart stops cold.
“Mr. Stark, why is my name on this contract?” It was there. Under ‘assets acquired’, it was the last thing, as if added as a last moment bargain.
Tony just ignores you. “Steve, you’re taking the head of Stark-Touch Smartphones, my most profitable branch, you can’t just expect things to run as efficiently when she’s gone.”
“I’m taking her twice a week, I highly doubt that’ll make much of a dent in your operations,” Steve scoffs, and you tense up. “How about this. I get her for two weeks- straight- a month, and I’ll split it 45-55.”
“Mr. Stark, what’s going on?” Your voice quivers.
“Your boss here just agreed to sell you to me, as my...assistant,” he explains, hot breath fanning your ear. His free hand that’s not on your waist moves to grip your bare thigh up your skirt. “Two weeks a month, for every month, for as long as you work for him.”
“No!” you suddenly shout, wrenching your body from his grip to stand up. “I will take the comments, I will take the stares and the touches, but I will not be whored out like this. Mr. Stark, I quit.”
Stark just tsks and rises from his chair to stand in front of you. While shorter than Steve, it still feels like he towers over you with the demeanor he holds. “That’s just it, y/n...you see, you’re not gonna be quitting to start that new company of yours.”
Your eyes practically bulge out of your head as he mentions your future plans.
“Yeah, I know, you’re not as good at hiding as you thought. At least from Peter that is. Kid’s a whiz at the computer. Had him plant a bug on your home laptop and do a little sweep of your personal account. And I gotta hand it to you, the numbers you ran? Almost perfect. Every single projection and hypothesis you had would’ve gone through. You factored in almost everything. Almost. But you forgot one thing, sweetheart.” Tony’s hand flies up to grip your jaw and uses the momentum to throw you into the wall a few feet behind you. He’s back on you in an instant, seething, as the grip on your chin is bruising. “You forgot me, bitch. You forgot what would happen if you cross Tony fucking Stark. I’m the most powerful man in America. I can ruin your life with a snap of my fingers.”  Just as quickly as he was on you, Tony’s anger switches to calm, and in the blink of an eye, he’s off of you, casually smoothing his suit down. “Well more of a push of a button.”
Smirking, Tony reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone while you remain frozen in fear, glancing at Steve who just looks amused at the show in front of him. At the sound of Tony coughing to get your attention, you look back in front of you at the phone he’s now holding out. Black and white security footage is displayed on the screen, and the moment Tony presses play, you know what it is.
Your voice rings through the speaker, the moans, expletives, and begging coming out of your throat are clear as day as Tony fucks you over your desk.
“Harder, daddy!”
“Please, please, let me cum!”
Your eyes water. “Stop it,” you murmur, but the video keeps playing. “I said stop it! Please!”
Tony chuckles. “So now you understand what’s at stake here? One push of a button, one phone call to Peter, and this video will be up all over Time Square. Forget starting a company, you’ll be blackballed all over America from even being a receptionist.”
You’re defeated, your entire future crumbling before your eyes.
 “What do you want from me.”
“Well I think leaving me or the company is now obviously out of the picture, so for now, I want you to give Steve here a little trial of what he just bought from me.”
“Please...please no,” you croak, but Tony just holds up his phone and raises an eyebrow.
As you start to make your way toward the other man, Tony grabs your jaw once more. “Don’t half-ass it,” he grows in your ear before shoving you to Steve.
Eyes lowered, you stand in front of Steve and shrug your blazer off. “What would you like me to do...sir?”
“Suck me off.”
You’re barely able to breathe, sinking down to your nears, as tears begin to flow freely from your eyes.
“You’re so pretty when you cry doll,” Steve murmurs under his breath.
There is no dignity left in you as you unbuckle his belt and open his fly. The soft zip is deafening to your ears, and you reach in and pull out his hardening cock.
Shit. He wasn’t even fully hard and he was big. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t send a pang down to your core.
Giving him a few shy strokes, you then place your mouth over him, hollowing your cheeks as you lightly suckle at the tip. You pull back and take a deep breath. 
‘Don’t half-ass it’
You dive back in with renewed vigor, taking as much of him as you can and running your tongue across the underside of him. He’s hot and heavy in your mouth, and you find yourself pretending you were somewhere else with someone else, enjoying it. You let out a moan at his taste and Steve responds with his own groan, hand caressing your hair as you slightly speed up. His hand winds itself into your hair, and he begins thrusting his hips up into your mouth, extracting a whimper from you. Each buck of his hips turns harsher as his hand pushes down on your head to force his entire length down your throat, and at this point, you’re drooling onto his expensive slacks. He’s about to cum and you feel it; his thrusts becoming erratic and his entire body tensing, but before you can speed up and get this nightmare over with, he wrenches you off his dick and pulls you into a heated kiss, hands coming up to grope you all over.
You let out a startled squeal as both hands grasp your blouse and rip it down the middle, buttons flying everywhere, before he proceeds to do the same to the black lacy bra you're wearing.
“Ride me,” he commands.
All shame has left you at this point as you proceed to straddle him, your skirt now bunched up at your waist, and sink down on his length. The mewl that comes out of you is from how his girth is stretching you, and after what seems like eternity, you’re bottomed out and unable to move.
“Move,” he orders.
“I can’t,” you whine. “It-it’s too much.”
“Move.”
You let out another whimper as you slowly raise yourself a couple inches and sink back down, feeling every single vein on his cock brush against your walls. A few more attempts later, Steve grows impatient. A low growl is torn from his lips while he grabs your hips tight and slams you back down on his impossibly hard length.
You can barely hear the string of strangled screams and moans as he brutally thrusts into you, moving your body up and down and using you for his own pleasure. Every punishing plunge into your cunt punches the air from your lungs, and Steve’s groans are animalistic.
You glance over to the side to see Tony fisting his own dick, and the only thing that tears you away from staring at him is a particularly hard thrust from the man in the chair below you.
“Fuck, doll, your gripping me so tight,” Steve grunts.
The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your now wet pussy is so overwhelming you don’t even register another set of hands on your waist.
“Bend her over more, Rogers. I wanna fuck her ass.”
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codevassie · 3 years
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Superpower TS Fic Recs
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What You Can Stand by manyfandomsonelog
Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress
Summary:  Virgil tried so, so hard to avoid becoming a supervillain. He really did. But when your superpower is literally manifesting a person's worst fears, it's a hard thing to avoid. Still, he really, really tried. Even when his own parents feared him. Even when the whole school feared him. Even when he hated himself and his Propensity so much that he wanted to give in. He might've succeeded, if he hadn't met him- Roman Reyes, AKA Roman Spectacular, AKA The Prince, AKA the worst thing that has ever happened to him (which is saying something).
Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality 
CW: Psychological stuff, nightmares, bullying, physical harm, spiders, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, brief discussion of racism, self-hatred,  bomb, explosion, blood, injury, bad/abusive parenting, imprisonment, fire,  homophobia, pedophilia mention, discussion of child abuse, evidence of physical abuse, sexual innuendo, anxious thoughts, death, funeral, flashback, reference to sex, fairly aggressive arguing and yelling, public speaking, secondhand embarrassment
My thoughts: My quarantine savior!!! I started the fic like a week into quarantine, so I really mean that literally. The characterization is absolutely fantastic--I love seeing all of them interact. It’s so natural and fun and interesting. The plot is also just wonderful--one thing keeps happening after another and these guys just cannot seem to get a break. The pacing is awesome, and whether it’s a character or plot chapter, you just can’t look away. Log is such a fantastic writer and a wonderful person, so if you like awesome prinxiety, superpowers and secret identities, trust and betrayal, humor and angst, you really need to read this one! 
Rewind by ravenclawicecream 
Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress
Summary: When a group of superheroes show up to kill him, it's just another Wednesday for Virgil Messana. After five years of being on the run, he's used to the idea people want him dead. That fact is just an unfortunate side effect of having the power to destroy everything you touch. What does surprise him, however, is when he finds himself agreeing to join those superheros and become part of the team. It's not long until Virgil learns that all the heroes have chapters of their lives they'd rather keep unpublished, along with events they'd rather not relive. And, as he spends more time with the team, he realizes that he may know certain members much better than he'd originally thought. Virgil longs for a moment to figure everything out but by then it's too late. He's already caught up in a bigger scheme; one where they no longer have the power to control their own destinies. With every movement monitored and every action proven to be calculated, the lines between allies and enemies blur, leaving Virgil caught in between. When the stakes are inevitably raised, the remaining heroes must do all they can to change the future of the world. But time has always been a cruel master, and sometimes the only answer is to rewind.
Relationships: Loceit, Logicality, Prinxiety, Remile
CW: Major Character Death, Murder
My thoughts: Gosh, I wish this one got more love. It’s probably the MCD tag, so understandable, but also take into consideration the time travel tag and perhaps give it a chance? I feel like this fic is setting up for so much, and I cannot wait to see how it all goes down. I have so many questions for this fic which is always a good sign (so many that I may have freaked the author out with my WALL of questions on chapter three don’t worry about it /j). Please. Read. This. 
Powerless by patentpending 
Status: Complete
Summary: “People like us,” Logan had once remarked to Virgil. “Are statistical anomalies.”(Almost) Everyone in the world has powers. As for those who don’t, well, they’re such a small part of the population - only 0.04% - why would anyone care about them?Ever since he realized what people mean when they call him Powerless, Virgil Sanders has tried to fight back against the system that oppresses people like him, Patton, and Logan. When Patton’s bakery is targeted in a hate crime, he finally snaps. With the help of a mysterious sponsor, Virgil becomes a villain, ready to remake a broken society. The only thing standing in his way is the world’s most Powerful (and infuriatingly charming) superhero: The Prince, who is hiding the fact that his gilded life isn’t as perfect as it may seem.
Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Roman/Female Fanon Character 
CW: Classism, Unreliable Narrator, Thinly Veiled Criticism of Society,  emetophobia, violence, gun mention,  implied suicide attempt, dub-con, mentions of blood, graphic depictions of a riot, non-graphic description of a wound, possessive and abusive behavior, kid being kicked out of the house by parent, kidnapping, kinda torture (?), body horror, gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, emotional abuse, police brutality, pain and injury, burning building, swearing, vomiting, murder, panic attack, dysphoria, misgendering, minor character death, major character death, self deprecating talk, mentions of suicide
My thoughts: Well, doing a TS superhero rec without Powerless is just treason. I don’t know--I’m trying to figure out a way to describe it and instead launching up to pace around the room with an instant replay of different scenes in my head. I mean, the grocery store chapter?!?! This stuff lives in my head rent free. The characterization, the banter, the tension, the motives--I can’t describe it y’all. Just, if you love yourselves (love yourselves, please <3) then just go read it. Or reread it. Do that for yourselves. 
Waterspout by Greenninjagal
Status: Complete
Summary: "Hail!” The boy says all smug smiles that Virgil immediately hates. “You’re Recluse aren’t you?”As if there was some other spider themed weirdo who clung to buildings in their free time.“No,” Virgil says, because he can. *** Virgil finds himself stuck on the side of a building in a rainstorm and is helped by an annoying-admittedly attractive-guy.
Relationships: Prinxiety
CW: Mild cursing, storms
My thoughts: This one is very cute. Virgil is a spiderman-like hero who went up a waterspout, and down comes some rain trying to wash him out. Roman comes to help, they banter a bit, and, maybe, there’s a little surprise at the end. I would not mind more of this AU. In fact, I would love it. But that should not discount how wonderfully made a oneshot it is either. The author wrote it perfectly for the length it is, presenting the charm of the characters, great plot and symbolism, and left me wanting more at the same time. Definitely go check this one out. 
Technically. It’s A Secret by supervillain 
Status: Incomplete, Work In Progress
Summary: Virgil Storm, the adopted son of a reality TV star with telekinesis was born without a power. That's been a problem for him all his life. His only friend is Patton Vega, his only chance at romance the irritating Cros Corson--until he gets a job at a top-secret facility, playing babysitter to a bunch of kids with dangerous powers and even more dangerous minds. Kids who happen to be exactly his age.Yeah, this is going to be a piece of cake, especially when the enigmatic villain Believe (aka Roman Torres) takes a liking to Virgil. And even worse, when Virgil starts to more than like him back. Pull in some evil mad scientists, a plague created to decimate the world, a murderous villain, an obnoxious stalker, and the greatest Kinetic the world has ever known, and you're in for a hell of a ride.
Relationships: Prinxiety, Logicality 
CW:  Anxiety attacks, arson, murder, minor character death, blood, spiders, being eaten alive, falling, death, sleeping, fighting, cop mention 
My thoughts: I’m behind on this one, and I wanted to catch up on it before I posted this rec list. Today is the last Friday of the year though, so I decided to just go ahead and do it. I love this fic a ton so far, and I can’t wait to read more. I can tell the author put a lot of thought into writing the world and characters, and that the plot is interesting and deliberate. There’s mysteries unfolding which intrigues me So Bad. It’s a super interesting one, so I’d say go read it!
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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Me thinking thoma be a good fuck toy to use, especially a fuck toy that proclaims they love you every time they cum? I imagine thoma secretly has a crush on the maid that ayato is always eager to fuck, so the one one ayato let him fuck the maid while ayato watches? While thoma just sitting in a chair with his crush riding his dick like it’s the last dick they’ll ever have? He’s just moaning out their name and is amazed at how tight they are. Just spews out a string of I love you while cumming, his hips jutting into her warmth trying to push it in further? He secretly hopes it takes, he loves her so much he can’t believe he hasn’t told her yet, but he hopes she becomes round with his child, he’ll have an excuse to marry her and take her away from ayato. Who knows, maybe his master would be so pleased with his performance he’ll let him fuck his precious maid again.
honestly ayato using his Favourite staff members as fuck toys and thoma being utterly whipped for both him and cute maid reader . . . my kryptonite. it gets me every time. i love ayato being an absolute freak and dominating everyone around him. i love the thoma has a crush on maid reader, maid reader has a crush on thoma and ayato, and ayato is an unusual and unreadable man who may have a crush or may just enjoy flaunting his power . . . ahagahagh. and ayato DOES think it's so, so cute when thoma babbles out about loving maid reader, especially knowing reader would turn around and tell thoma they hated him if ayato told them too . . . sigh.
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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just a thought for the snoring things bc it reminds me of how I fight in my sleep. any sort of movement in my sleep causes me to hit or kick anything nearby. poor yandere lover tries to cuddle with you but they're awaken to being kicked to the floor or a smack to the face. sleeping while cuddling just ain't for me since apparently I got beef with ghosts. I can imagine the separate beds for the ones who desperately need their sleep already
at least you've got a built-in defense against the somnophilia-minded yanderes! the ones who prefer their darling to sleep whilst drugged and pliable . . . perhaps not. i can imagine a yandere like diluc or dainsleif simply accepting that being hit and wiggled and kicked at is a price that he has to pay in order to get the cuddles he wants so badly </3. he doesn't deserve to cuddle you and he knows it but he still wants to--
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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I've been too shy to ask this but what is the difference between non-con and dub-con? I've always thought they were the same-
hi anon! i've answered a question similar to this before so i'll link that former one here. in short: dub-con does not exist in real life (almost all situations described in dub-con scenarios would be rape in real life), but in fic i use it to mean that at some point some vestige of consent was given, whether under duress or not - non-con is for explicit lack of consent/saying no. it is a very very thorny subject that i've already expressed my thoughts on in that linked post up there so i'm not going to repeat myself, but i hope this helps!
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wri0thesley · 2 years
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can you please properly tag your yandere posts????????????
hi anon! what posts exactly do you mean? I generally use ‘#yandere for ts’ on pretty much anything I think is yandere-adjacent, so as long as you have “#yandere” on your filter list they shouldn’t show up! i do generally try pretty hard to tag everything i can think of but I’m always happy to be reminded if i forget a tag on something! i usually tag anything that even mentions it with ‘yandere mention’!
yandere, dub-con and dark content are all things i already try pretty hard to tag - believe me, I know what it’s like to be surprised by an untagged triggering post!
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wri0thesley · 3 years
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i wanted to say the stuff you said about dark content was eye opening for me! i enjoy dark content but stuff like abuse & noncon/dubcon are triggering for me since i'm a survivor & i assumed people who consumed that content are romanticizing my trauma (didn't help that there was a ship week on twitter where they called those prompts "spicy") & you helped me realize that's not the case! i've been following you for a long time & never had a problem with these things before so maybes its a me thing
hi anon! it’s totally valid to not like the more intense dark content and to blacklist/ignore certain specific contents within them - the tumblr blacklist and the block button both exist for a reason! i totally understand survivors who don’t like dark content and don’t want to see it, i just happen to not be one of them and find it therapeutic to be in ‘charge’ of the encounters (either by stopping writing, being able to make readers fight back, or by stopping reading) in a way i never got to be in real life! i don’t like the term ‘romanticisation’ personally because i feel like most dark content creators - who are warning readers what they’re going to get into, who are tagging properly, who are open about not condoning it - aren’t romanticising or normalising it in a way they would be if they just slipped it into a fic unwarned like it’s normal and romantic for it to be there. i don’t know exactly if that makes sense but that’s how i draw my personal line between romanticisation and normalisation!
anyway what i’m saying is that you should engage with people’s content, most importantly, on a level that is safe and comfortable and non-triggering for you! if that means you like dark content but you prefer, say, a character x reader where you both start out in love and the character just begins to get exceedingly over-protective and wants to take care of you in an all-encompassing way, that’s just as valid as the people who enjoy dark content who want to be kidnapped and forced into being the housespouse of their villainous fave! 
i’m happy that i could help you see things both ways but you should absolutely never compromise your own personal safety and mental health! i love u and if you ever need me to tag anything i’m not already doing, pls reach out and let me know! <3
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wri0thesley · 3 years
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I LOVE dollification, but like, on a hypnotically triggered basis. It scares me, thinking about being forced into something and being unable to be myself again. But when it's done through mutual trust, and the ribbon or collar or bracelet or whatever goes on and all your thoughts drain away and they do whatever they want to you while you get to be blissfully mindless a while as you get dressed up or bred, especially after a hard day, hhhh.
ooh i’m a big fan of dollification with hypnosis in a more Consensual kink scenario (my brain tends to jump to dark content first of all which is what my original post was about!). i LOVE hypnosis and i love the idea of trusting your partner enough to be able to do anything; whether that be gently brushing your hair or carefully maneuvering you into whatever pose they want or indeed just breeding you <3
Anonymous said: Finally someone who gets my dollification kink agsgdgdggdgd
yeah i see a lot more about bimbofication/dumbification in the Tumblr Posts which i also love but there’s something to be said about letting every thought drain out of your head and being empty, instead of being just kind of silly and feather-brained!
Anonymous said: Okay dollification, love that with my villain F/Os, sounds amazing and oh my lord your mind But I imagined it with characters like Gyro and Jolyne and I feel like they'd intentionally make me look ridiculous (which would be really fun honestly)
it is ALWAYS the villain f/os for me bc i uuh am brainrotted! honestly though, gyro is SO CAREFUL with his teddy bear (my HEART) i can see him treating his little doll like the most precious possession in the world and only wanting the absolute best for them! don’t forget for all of his silliness he’s still determined and intense and comes from a prestigious family where he had access to all kinds of Culture, i can see him being unerringly careful with you <3
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wri0thesley · 3 years
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my Mahito somno request 🥺 I know we say it all this time here, but he's so cute, so hot, and so horrible it makes me wanna scream and the way you write for him captures it alll so well! ty, Nat!💕
it bears repeating because he remains cute, hot and horrible. i am ALWAYS happy to write for mahito, he is a lot of fun, and i am glad that you enjoyed it!!! sorry that everything i write for him turns to dub-con but i have a request for some pregnancy fluff with him so uuh let's wait and see how that goes!!!
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wri0thesley · 3 years
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Hello!!!
I read your Toji fic 'Bad Behaviour' last night and OH MY GOD IT WAS SOOO GOOD WINSOAKAOA IDK HOW YOU DO IT BUT THE WAY YOU WRITE TOJI AWAKENS SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN ME 😫🤲💖 LIKE IM SCREAMINGGGGGHAJAJSISJISKSKAJAIANAIJNASJSK
Like legit I can't tell you how many times I've went back and re-read your Toji fics!! Like they are just sooo soooooo good!!!!! 💖💖
Also!!! Those asks about yandere mob/mafia Sukuna are just - maoanlaiqiqiq like the whole thing with reader being kidnapped and being so shaken and scared and Sukuna taking advantage of their vulnerable state to make them cling to him for protection and the reader seeking him out both physically and emotionally because they are scared to be alone, maybe they are plagued my nightmares and Sukuna uses this to cuddle with them at night with soft kisses and wrapping his strong arms around them and then slowly stepping it up and touching them more intimately just ughhh qoanaoqoqo
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HELLO BUTTERFLY ANON I HOPE YOU HAVE BEEN WELL <3
i just,, i love writing toji honestly. i don't consider myself very good at writing dialogue but writing toji's dialogue is SO FUN dfngnjkbn.
yandere mob boss sukuna is just . . . oof its such a concept. i actually have a crime au toji request from the event too that im frothing to get around to writing (the prompts were like, crime au, master/pet, dub-con, spanking and im,,,, i am Writing It In My Head as we speak but i just published a toji fic so i've gotta hold off dgfbnjkgn!)
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wri0thesley · 3 years
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Hello!!
ASKJGSH All this "just the tip" is giving me so much brainrotttt 😫✋
But omg imagine this with Hawks with a sweet and nervous reader!! The corruption kink! The breeding kink making Hawks loose control and just pushing the whole thing into reader because they are so soft and so warm and tight ahaHskA
Sighhh the brainrot 😔
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oh my goood you're so cute; so sweet to him, hero worship in your eyes even as you stumble over yourself to try and prove you're not just a desperate little hero fan. he finds your naivety to all of the things in the shadows that are awful just . . . too adorable. you're so innocent. and you'd do anything for him, wouldn't you?
when you get a little squirmy underneath him because he's pushing a bit too fast - your romantic hero daydreams have always been chaste kisses, holding hands, an arm around your waist - his tone turns a little mournful as he tips your chin up to look him in the eyes; 'oh,' he says. 'i thought you'd be willing to help, birdie. i mean. i guess there are plenty of others who would . . . i just really wanted you--'
its too much for your poor little heart to hear that hawks wanted you, so you nod instead, breathing slowly, hesitantly agreeing that; ok, you'll help, but just the tip, right? you've never done it before! what if it hurts? you're scared--
he's back to doting heroic mode, peppering your face with kisses, reassuring you that of course he respects what you want. and he really does think he'll be satisfied with just the tip, at first! but then he starts pushing himself into you and you arch your back and make a little moan and suddenly all he can think about is how cute you'd look stuffed with his cum and with his kids instead. round, soft, pretty, innocent - how he wants to drag all of that away from you, get you addicted to the feel of his cock snug and deep and his cum leaking out of you, and make you nothing more than his cute little breeding hen<3
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wri0thesley · 3 years
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terrible idea but imagine ur a light sleeper and a really possessive f/o feeds you a deep sleeping powder in your tea or milk without you knowing so you fall into a deep sleep quickly only to be fucked by them in your sleep and u wake up to find just fluids all over ur thighs and your f/o going ham 💦 somno with extra steps (*⁰▿⁰*)
hhh anon love this thought actually, somno and drugging are two of my Favourite Concepts (especially in yandere stuff but you know what.... we can think of them in normal stuff too, as a treat for us <3)
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