#pls read the tags

[toburnup]

They sit side by side on the couch and the foot of empty space between them is almost too intentional to be anything but obvious. But it would be more obvious if he slid closer, so he stays put as Eddie leans his elbows on his knees, hunched over so Steve can't see his face.

"What is it?" Steve says, doesn't particularly feel like doing more work than he has to.

"You said that—that you want me to apologize. And, look, I'm not... I just can't say sorry for some shit I don't even remember saying," Eddie finally says. He turns his head, gives him a defeated look.

"But I hate how you're looking at me."

[read more of ch. 11 of is your light on?] steddie | rated e

#asfsdf HERE!! #vio writes #is your light on #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #pls read the tags

[cerealflavor]

i think parsley and habit have the craziest beef ever dont ask why i just think they do. he shouldve been waiting out there with kamal during the bad/neutral ending like "god finally dude. Ok whos driving i cant. too much to drink you know"

#smile for me #smile for you #awesome sauce #s4m game #dumb jokes #jokey joke #pls read the tags #begging you #just read it #not that hard

[eddywoww]

Blood sport update! Good morning!

#pls read the tags

[rosemochi]

Bone Marrow (FFVII, AeriSeph)

Gradually, she comes to, but this world is nothing like the one she left behind. The marble city is replaced by utter nothingness: a floating, green-tinged cosmos, both liminal and everlasting. Aerith stretches out her hand and feels nothing. She opens her mouth and breathes nothing. She lifts her hands to her face and touches nothing; they pass through her body like air, meeting no resistance. Looking down, she sees her body, but sees the cosmos through it, as if she were made of gossamer—though she notices, with some chagrin, that her dress is still bloodied. The afterlife has stolen her physicality but can’t even be bothered to repair her dress. As soon as she’s capable of feeling emotion—it takes a moment, considering her newfound non-existence—she feels everything at once. Rage, sadness, the utter desolation of an eternity spent alone. She had known that death was a possibility, had expected it more than not, but Sephiroth’s sudden blow had still come at a complete surprise. She hadn’t even heard him coming. And now he’s still living in the world, and she’s trapped in this absolute void, damned to an eternity of listening, watching, and observing events that are too far away for her to influence. It’s a curse that some might consider a blessing—but for Aerith, who has always embraced life and living, laughter and love, being forced to look and not touch is a burden as excruciating as her murder was.

Aerith, immortal and bitter, has to contend with Sephiroth's everlasting company in the cosmic void of the Lifestream. Written for @aerisephzine!

(Read on AO3)

#FFVII #FF7 #Final Fantasy VII #Aerith Gainsborough #Sephiroth #aeriseph #a long excerpt but I'm proud of that section #pls read the tags #my fic

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

For Pjorarepairweek2023

Prompt: dreams/angst

Ethabaster

@them-awesome-rarepairs

#one of the tags are graphic description of corpses #pls read the tags #pjo #alabaster torrington #ethan nakamura #pjorarepairs2023 #ethabaster #my writing #pjo fic

[tvy0m1]

I made Akane Taira such a horrible person such a dick head in RUT-

yet I'm giggling

#The ao3 tags are there for a FUCKING REASON #Pls read the tags #The fic has a lot of sensitive topics #Like uhm-

[cassaloopa]

This is for Lex’s Spicy Six Winter Fic Challenge. Writing prompt was "I may have used too much glitter" and somehow my brain ran away from the cute holiday party idea straight to the 'afterparty' as it were. OOPS

Enjoy more smut than I've ever written! LOL

@thefreakandthehair thank you so much for hosting this challenge, it was super fun to write for!

#pls read the tags #it's very smutty #I had fun writing it #i hope you like it #I take any excuse to write about these idiots #lexswinterficchallenge #strangerthingsfestivefun

[athelise]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Adar/Naneth Characters: Adar (The Rings of Power), Uruk, Orcs - Character, Unnamed Woman Additional Tags: Older Man/Younger Woman, Breeding Kink, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, OC past relationship, Murder Most Foul, Adar wants more babies, look i'm not proud okay?, I'd let him breed me, Adar has a Breeding Kink, Hypnotism, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Semi-Public Sex, Public Sex, Ritual Sex, Lactation, Pregnant Sex, Fertility kink, mortal/dark elf relationship, no plot all vibes, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Implied Forced Pregnancy, no beta we die like Boromir, slight body horror, Sleeping Spells, Adar believes in Uruk supremacy, Bodily Fluids, Stalking, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, implied monsterfucking

Summary:

A mortal woman holds the key to the next phase in the Uruk's evolution, and Adar has not sired his own children for too long.

#adar #rings of power #slight darkfic #pls read the tags #thank yew

[kennatalk]

Summary: Beth Greene crashes the car that kidnapped her from the funeral home, before it led her to Grady, and travels back to track down Daryl Dixon and her family. She reunites with Rick, Michonne, and Carl first, and ends up in the struggle between their family and the Claimers.

Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Beth Green Rick Grimes/Michonne Characters: Daryl Dixon Beth Greene (Walking Dead) Rick Grimes Michonne (Walking Dead) Carl Grimes Claimers (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Attempted Rape/Non-Con Threats of Rape/Non-Con Canon-Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Beth Greene Lives (Walking Dead)

#bethyl #fanfiction #bethyl fanfiction #this is kinda dark #not like a super happy reunion #so read at your own risk #pls read the tags #like i said dark fic ish #i'm just posting oneshots for now #while i work on something much longer in modern day

[isaagt]

Hey guys I wrote a one-shot of Robin. Pls of you ready this, read all the tags, it has a strong thing, I hope no one feels uncomfortable.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece #nico robin #franky x robin #frobin #pls read the tags

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

#text! #did post this on twt but this belongs on the crying about characters website #and yeah this is about jarchivist and also marc spector in the mk show #idk it hit me yesterday that they were EIGHT AND NINE!!!!!!! when their respective thing happened and that ruined me #like it wasn't their fault but they think it is!!! GOD!!!!!!!!!! #holds those autistic bi men close to my chest #should've never smoked that shit* (*took my brother to a cave/read that book) #now im irrevocably changed* (*tied to the shittest god possible/destined to be the antichrist) #edit: this is getting a bit of traction so pls know that blorbo tagging and oc tagging is SOOO encouraged #thank you to the person who added the flaming text miles edgeworth thats so funny

[kangals]

friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.

but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.

please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”

#aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA #(i know. I know what you’re trying to say! I understand how you got to this conclusion!) #but please read the things you are writing #you don’t need to say that your dog has pussy eyes. you can just say infection. or ‘eyes have pus’ #pls and thank u #uhh idk how to tag this tell me if something should be added #injury cw #unsanitary cw

[cour4geous]

my tags literally say reblog from source.

#mobile. #pls read the tags #it's literally in my rULES

[too-deviant]

mdni 🃏

thinking about luke as your mom’s friend’s son who only comes over when your parents hang out…yk the one….anyway here’s a shitty drabble

being all awkward smiles and painful small talk for the first hour of whatever family event your parents had dragged you to this time.

indulging in more than a few cocktails that your older cousins snuck to each of you from the bar.

(the dodgy bar in the dodgy events building that had been hired out for whatever birthday party/baby shower/bat mitzvah was happening. you didn’t really care all that much, anyway.)

the liquid courage fuelling the conversation, pulling up old memories you had buried and bubbling over the giggles you shared as you drank in the corner.

getting progressively tipsy, sharing secret smirks when your mom passed a comment about how “it was as if you two had never been apart!”

luke’s hand in yours — older, mature, callused; so different from how they used to feel when you were kids, although those memories were fading, being replaced with something much more carnal. something you were less likely to share over a cocktail at a family party.

sneaking away from the crowds — easy enough, everyone was drunk.

cutting through hallways, passing the drunkards who lingered outside of the chaos. they were smoking, arguing on the phone, waiting for a cab, looking for the bathroom. you?

you were being pressed against the wall of an empty stairwell, gasping quietly at luke’s mouth on yours. his hands on your waist, then your back, your arms, the sides of your neck. everywhere he’d been thinking about touching since he knew what touching meant.

and you were the same. fingers under his blazer, dipping into his waistband for a teasing second before returning to the outside world — but he noticed. how could he not? the firm pull of your body against his was response enough, his right hand coming down to hitch your leg around his hip.

your crotches burned with desire, rubbing against each other with every small movement of your bodies. aching for more whenever you paused for just a second because you thought you could hear someone passing the bottom of the stairs a few feet below you. all they would have to do is ascend the first set, and they’d spot you there. but neither of you cared.

luke inching a hand up your dress, dipping his fingers beneath your panties and huffing into your ear when your wetness coated them after one stroke. your own hand, fiddling with his belt and making sure nobody heard the clanging of the buckle as you undid it with fervour, eagerly searching for his cock once you could stick your hand in there to your wrist comfortably.

moaning in each-other’s ears. grinding on each-other’s hands. sucking in deep gulps of air whenever you got too loud, whenever the slurring speech of an uncle you’d never met faded in, and then out of shot.

luke cumming in his underwear, your hips spitting and sputtering against his palm only moments later.

cleaning yourselves up, catching your parents at the bottom of the stairs just as they passed by in search of you. sharing a look.

in the years you’d known him, you’d never exchanged socials. you didn’t need to. you just hoped he would be at the next family function.

#you can write about this concept if you want #because this is shitty and rushed #pls tag me if you do #i wanna read it #@mills drabbles #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan

[stitch-me-not]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน | Bad Buddy: the Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Pat Napat Jindapat/Pran Parakul Siridechawat Characters: Pran Parakul Siridechawat, Pat Napat Jindapat Additional Tags: BDSM, Negotiated kink, Dom/sub, Face-Fucking, Deep Throating, spitting, Praise Kink, Aftercare, sub-space, Face Slapping, Derogatory Language, Consent, Swearing, Feet kink, Beta Read Series: Part 3 of Hold You With My Hands Tied Summary:

There was an itch under his skin, in his bones that had been clawing at him for weeks now. Pran had proved himself over and beyond and, where he would usually bask in the praise, but this time, it overwhelmed him- the longer he went without making any mistake he knew that the moment he did he would fall and shatter.

So when Pran had got back from a lunchtime meeting and found Pat in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, and had been met not with the usual sweet kiss but instead a dismissive side eye, Pran’s knees had buckled. “Go and ready yourself for me.” Pat’s voice had flowed like cold glass, scraping the frayed nerves down Pran’s spine like icy pinpricks and he’d hurried to follow his master’s instruction.

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #pat x pran #fic #smut #pls read the tags #i had fun writing this