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interviewing my characters before and after every fic to make sure they were treated with respect and their boundaries weren’t violated. also everyone has to stop mid-smut scene to describe their current psychological state and if they’re emotionally equipped to proceed. also if you yell at me in my inbox or send me death threats after reading the fic because a character’s consent didn’t seem explicit enough, it’s fine because I’m the fake person and they’re all real

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LMFAOOOO the kind of kinktober happening on twt…

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tumblr mutuals passing around the same 3 posts for 2 hours

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Hare!ghost x rabbit!reader will not leave me (noncon cw)

Keep thinking about the way he'd haul your hips up by your tail, tugging at the fluffy thing with a painful grip all so he can grind his hard cock against your ass and groan about how you're just soft everywhere, arent you? Threatening to stretch your ears out so they look proper like his while you whimper and whine. Caught between instincts teeth telling you that the other soldiers were right, you should be fucking like bunnies, and the startlingly human fear of having a big man on top of you. Deep throaty chuckle when you try and kick back at him, unable to find an angle that allows contact with his knees spreading your own. A vicious thrill boiling between your thighs at the long drag of his cock inspiring an attempt to claw away. Desperate to explain to him that it won't work, that you're two different families of critter, that there's no point in him doing this, but he won't listen to you, just shoves his hand into your fatigues and let's you know that your cunt sure is singing a different song.

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Hades!Price who must have cast some sort of spell on your little girl. She holds his hand as he walks you to the dining room after she insisted it was dinner time. She chatters about new toys he bought her, about pretty dresses and princesses. She doesnt fuss or fight when he lifts her to sit on the chair beside you, nor does she complain about the vegetables on her plate.

Food, you realize with despair, she's eaten his food.

Of course she did, shes just a child, she couldn't have known —she must have been hungry— and you, her mother, weren't there to guide her, to tell her no.

"Daddy always gives me dessert," she tells you excitedly and you force a smile, your own plate untouched as Kore squished her potatoes into a mash.

"Sneaks the dog her veg, but-" Price's voice has a cruel pride to it, his smile much easier than yours, "-she always cleans her plate."

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What do you MEAN we’re gonna hate you for that idea?? It’s delicious. Keep going.

persephone panicking cuz she thinks Hades!price is after her, but no silly girl he’s after your mum.

In my head Kore is a little girl, someone who'd just stood up with a clumsily wound flower crown set atop her doll's head and started running to show you when the ground had swallowed her whole. A scared little girl who'd screamed for her mother as she disappeared into the earth you'd so devoutly nurtured. And a man you knew all too well cradling her in his arms with a smile as the dirt rained down on them as final as a grave.

Getting permission to go down to get your baby is hell. The goddess of life isnt meant to visit the world of the dead. "What would happen?" The gods ask, "would the crops die? Would the humans starve?" You dont know, but neither do they, and the endless back and forth draws your grief out long enough to wither every field, until the soil is barren and scorched. Maybe the humans will starve if you do step foot in hades, but their deaths are guaranteed if you don't.

Hermes guides you down, a good boy, he tells you he was on your side from the beginning and that this is long overdue. You dismiss him before your hand touches Price's door, unwilling to let a child witness your fury. You cant even imagine the state your baby must be in, and its that thought which seals Price's fate.

Except it isnt fear or hunger or devastation that greets you at the door. Its your baby. Her hair neatly braided and her cheeks plump, she beams at you and giggles when you frantically scoop her into your arms. She babbles as you turn to start your search for Price.

A useless endeavor, he's there with a smile when you look back at the room, opening his arms as your baby squirms out of your arms and runs to him.

"Daddy!" Your heart drops as he scoops her up and kisses her cheek.

"Told you mummy would be home soon, didnt I?" He asks.

Kore nods and tucks her head against his shoulder. "Now I get my sue-pize?" She asks.

"Baby," your voice wavers, "come to mummy, get away from that man."

"Oh no," Price coos, "here she's been waiting for you all these months, and this is how you talk to her." He kisses the top of Kore's head. "Mummy isn’t angry with you love, I promise."

"Give me my daughter," you grit your teeth trying to remain calm.

"Our daughter, sweetheart."

"People are dying, John." Anger flashes in you and dies just as quickly as your daughter hides her face.

Price's voice is cold when he responds, any pretense of paternal affection gone as he cover's the child's ear. "People are always dying." Theres something almost amused in his eyes, not cruel but then again you wouldnt call a cat cruel for toying with a mouse. Its instinct. "They'll be here just in time for the wedding."

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my brain horked up this extremely self-indulgent thing right before work, enjoy

cw: implied offscreen dubcon, sick parent (loose alzheimers mention), manipulation, implied stalking, unedited with a very abrupt ending bc i have to go to work lmao

"how much for the whole night?"

the words are more than just unexpected- you're in the parking lot of the grocery store, loading up the car with provisions for the week, in the worst sweatpants you own. you're not about to check right now, but you're pretty sure your socks don't even match. what he's asking doesn't compute at all.

"sorry, what?" you ask the man, blinking in bewilderment as he just leans against your car, casual as you please, like he's got the right or something. the corners of his dark eyes crinkle over the kn95 he's sporting, like he's just about to laugh in your face.

"how much money you want for me to fuck you all night long?" he says the words slowly, mocking condescension dripping off every syllable, as he pulls out a thick wad of bills from his hoodie pocket and starts thumbing through them, a line of fifties flashing against your eyes. shit, that's a lot of fucking money he's holding.

still.

"sorry, uh, that's- i think you're confused. i have somewhere to be for work, and that's not my job." you try to demure. there's nothing wrong with sex work, but that's not a job you have or particularly want. god bless the folks who actually do that line of work- they're made of tougher stuff than you, by a good measure.

"could be, though. olways a first time." the stranger insists, giving you a blatant once-over, his eyes lingering on your tits and hips.

"not tonight." you insist as you slam the boot shut.

"like you can't use the money." the stranger scoffs. "you tellin' me that old man can't use a nicer mattress in his medical bed? that you couldn't do with a hoyer lift that isn't busted to hell?"

the blood in your veins freezes, the sharp edges of ice threatening to slice you open from the inside and spill you onto the concrete right here and now. slowly, you turn to face the man with wide, terrified eyes.

"how do you-"

"you think i just picked some random bird to try to fuck?" he scoffs and steps closer, and on instinct you try to step back- only to bump into your own car. large, gloved (!!!) hands wrap around your forearms, further pinning you in place as he leans in even closer, the edge of his mask pressing to your cheek as he whispers in your ear.

"had my eye on you f'ages, birdie. seen how you dropped your whole life to look after the old man. watched you take him to his appointments, buy his groceries, move into his house to help out. such a good, helpful girl. and i've seen it- it's been hard on ya, hasn't it?"

those dark eyes stare at you, and you'd swear he's found a way to peek past your physical body and right into your soul, the way he's getting your eyes to water instantly. it has been hard- ever since dad got sick, your life has orbited around a man who only remembers who you are maybe a tenth of the time now. you put your whole life on pause, and all you've gotten in return is the exquisite grief of watching someone you love slowly fade away.

you nod, sniffling a little, and the stranger coos.

"don't worry, love. i'm here now, i'm gonna help- and my price is very, very reasonable." he chuckles, a low and unsettling heh heh heh as he runs his thumb across your cheek, smearing the errant tears that managed to wriggle off of your lashline.

"help?" you ask weakly, and he gives a quick, decisive nod.

"mhm. i'm strong enough t'lift the old man when y'need, got the money to get him to better doctors, get him a nicer bed, can do the work so you can take a bloody break, love." he murmurs, tilting his head. "and in return, oll you gotta do is lemme sleep in your bed and put it in ya twice a day."

all you can do is stare at him, open mouthed in shock. on one hand, if he's telling the truth, this is a game changer for you. even just having someone around to help pick your dad off the floor when he falls would be such a godsend- but if he's really willing to chip in with bills? with the chores? shit, you don't know that you can afford not to take him up on his offer. you're already run ragged, and you don't know how much gas is left in the tank before true burnout sets in.

"who are you?" you ask, hoping to buy yourself time before an actual answer is required.

"someone who understands takin' care of a parent who can't take care of themselves." he says cryptically, before releasing an arm to reach back and squeeze the plush fat of your rear. "and a connoisseur of big, fat arses. so what d'ya say, love? no sense in sayin' no, not when we'll both get what we're after."

he's right, unfortunately. this isn't an opportunity you can pass up, you're too close to the end of your rope to pass on this lifeline you've been offered. so long as nobody finds out about the particulars of this little arrangement, what's the harm? just one more sacrifice made in service of taking care of the man who helped raise you.

"okay." you say, voice almost whisper-quiet, but the stranger in front of you seems to hear you just fine, judging by the way the creases in the corners of his eyes deepen.

"good girl. now come on, give us the keys. i'll drive, and you can give me a down payment on the way." he says, plucking the keys from your hand with a wink as he adjusts his hard cock in his trousers.

on shaking legs, you climb into the passengers seat, not bothering to buckle up. what's the point, when he's just going to pull you over to suck him off? you're not looking to initiate it, though, so you just sit patiently, hands nervously folded in your lap as you wait for him to pull his cock out and tell you to get to work.

but he doesn't do it right away, expertly navigating the roads that lead right back to home, and suddenly a red flag that you'd been too distracted by the prospect of assistance and money becomes all too clear.

"how- how do you know which way to go?" you ask nervously, despite the fact that you already know the answer- it just feels so surreal that you need to hear it again. the man in the driver's seat laughs.

"olready told you- i had you picked out ages ago. just needed to time it right." he rolls to a stop at a red light and fumbles with his fly. "now come on, birdie. your turn. lets see what you're bringin' to this little arrangement."

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Hi Ceil! Love your work 🖤 any advice for someone writing their first smut fic? I'm having trouble choosing between what point of view to write in. I've been writing in first but I feel like I haven't read any that use it, thank you!

get rid of any and all embarrassment and learn to get really disgustingly nasty with it. the best smut imo is full of fluids, humidity, skin contact, friction, shortness of breath, aches and pains, sweating, and every other gross thing you can imagine. also try to get creative with the dirty talk and remember that people are grunting and swearing and losing track of their words during it.

also as for POV, i really love my little 2nd person present tense, but you do whatever sounds best to you. as much as people rail against it, i also enjoy reading 1st person!! just remember that each POV has its own musicality and rhythm.

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cw: noncon

crying and shouting for help when one of the regulars from the pub you work at corners you in the alleyway and pins you against the disgusting brick wall, thick bulge apparent even through the layers of clothing vs. screaming your head off when he stuffs his cock in because it feels like you're being torn apart and hearing him coo, “those were just cute little barks before, aye, birdie? y'sound like a real fuckin' pornstar now.”

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simon would stick his hand down your pants while you're both cuddling or something and just play with your pussy but it's like. not sexual. like yeah it feels good but you're dozing off and the feeling of him rubbing your clit and petting your bush is weirdly comforting. also he likes to cup your pussy while holding you in a death grip and pass out like that because he says he sleeps better when he's “protecting both his girls” like boy bye

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Getting scandalized about fictional sex crimes is no different from getting scandalized about fictional murders, but a lot of people seem to treat it like it is much worse, if anything.

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unhealthy codependency is really a top tier dynamic. like they need each other to survive but god. should they.

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Manchild - soap x reader - +18 - MDNI

“Oh fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me, johnny!”

You groaned into your pillow, letting out a deep sigh as you grabbed at your other pillow and brought it to your ears. The sound of the thumping and the creaking of the bed only seemed to grow louder as you tried to cover your ears to the sound of your next neighbour ‘blowing someone’s back out’ as your friends had put it. It had been hot the first time you had heard it. It was sexy the third time you heard it. But on the tenth night it had started to get old. It seemed to be a new voice every night but always with the same wails of pleasure the creaking of whatever cheap mattress he had in his room.

You had not gotten a good nights sleep ever since you had moved into your new apartment. It had struck you as, perhaps, odd that such a great building had a string of people breaking their leases, or that it had been empty for so long but you had chalked it up to a bad economy and that more and more people were choosing to live far away from the city or to move back home. But you liked the city and it was so close to work and it had such a great facilites-

“Yeah, take it, sweetheart,” Johnny’s moans broke you out of your train of thought in an instant. And the other woman’s moans grew it a sharp shrill of delight.

This fucking bastard.

You pounded your fist against your shared wall, teeth grit before you even realised what had come over you. But enough was enough. What kind of man needs to have this much sex, and so loudly? You had work in the morning and it didn’t matter if he was some kind of sex god that made women loose their minds, he was not going to make you sleep through another alarm and make you late again. Enough was enough!

The creaking of the mattress and moaning stopped in an instant. You smiled. Finally.

The sound of shuffling sounded across the other side of the wall, and the creaking of a mattress once again. You moved back down onto your back, wrapping your covers around yourself once again and letting out a yawn as she started to close your eyes once again.

“YES, YES, FUCK ME, JOHNNY. I’VE BEEN SUCH A NAUGHTY GIRL”

The creaking of the mattress had grown louder, and the sound of banging seemed to have even grown louder. Your cheeks went red, and you leaned forward, pressing your ear against the wall. The thumping of something hitting the wall made your blood run hot as you pulled away from the wall. Throwing one leg out of bed and into your bunny slippers and then throwing on your robe.

Oh this fucking bastard.

You stormed out of your apartment, arms crossed over your chest as you speed walked towards your neighbour. You were going to rip him a new asshole. He did not know who he was fucking with. You had spent ten hours on hold to a refund before. You banged your knuckles hard on his door, and you were half worried that they wouldn’t be able to hear your knocking over the sounds of their fucking. It seemed that they had since the shrill moans had stopped yet again.

You heard the sound of the door opening and you had already prepared your verbal ass ripping.

‘You know, other people live in this building too?’

‘You can tell her to stop faking it’

The door opened to show a man in his boxers with his hard cock still strained hard against the fabric. He was sobered in sweat, and he had a necklace of love bites and hickeys along his chest and collarbones. He was breathing heavily and he brought a bottle of water to his lips as he answered the door. He was so deviously handsome. His face brightened as he saw you standing on the other side of the door.

“Hi ya, Bonnie, how can I help ya tonight?”

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{ venus } Masterlist

An unorthodox version of beauty and the beast. Arranged marriage, slow burn, strangers to lovers.

Nikto x Fem!Reader

Part 1 - Homesick

Part 2 - Dusha

Part 3

The Vibe

The Moodboard

The Songs

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sorry i do think a protected royal who knows nothing about sex is hot

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john price in my head