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bonefall · 2 months

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Clear Sky is a Monster.

Of all the characters in Warrior Cats, I think Clear Sky was the most heavily mishandled.

At every turn, the narrative begs you to sympathize with him, to "understand" the "misunderstood." To this end, his brother Gray Wing is used to "keep faith" in his inherent goodness, his abused son, Thunder, is forced to go back to him over and over, and his second dead wife is completely lobotomized in death to absolve him of all sin.

Because of this, of all this set-up for the "redemption" arc they're trying to tell in the last three books, DOTC is Clear Sky's story. Everything primarily exists to benefit and serve his arc. Thunder and Gray Wing might have POVs, but HE is the character who truly drives the plot. So in order to HAVE conflict for that back half, two evil foreign cats, Slash and One Eye, are summoned to act as contrast.

Their narrative purpose is to display "true evil" to make Clear Sky look less bad in comparison. Unfortunately, Clear Sky is the most malignant, deadly character who has ever blighted Warrior Cats.

The "pure evil" examples they summon aren't effective contrasts because they're flat. Clear Sky is what real abusers look like.

His rhetoric is what it sounds like when a cult leader is trying to keep control over a group. He lies when it benefits him, justifies his actions with his tragic backstory to assuage his guilt and manipulate others, and violently lashes out when his feelings are hurt before blaming his victim for making him angry.

He only made "some mistakes" in that SOME of his actions were accidents-- the vast majority of them were malicious, self-absorbed, intentional choices to punish, hurt, and kill others.

I've spoken about Bumble. I've tallied his body count next to Tigerstar. I've talked about how his infant son's death was his fault in sequel books, and called attention to the infected wound face shoving scene that no one talks about. I can't fit every detail into a single post-- because he's so rancid that I would practically be posting entire books.

So what I want to do here is tackle the heart of Clear Sky. Everything he does, everything he's motivated by, is absolute and utter control over other people. He leverages his "trauma" to evoke empathy from his targets to make them easier to manipulate. He's a dirty liar. He breaks down to physical violence when all other tactics stop working.

He's one of the most severe and realistic abusers I've ever read about outside of very adult literature-- and when I read the reasons why he's attracted to Star Flower, my stomach immediately lurched.

The Killing of Misty

Starvation Rhetoric and the Memory of Fluttering Bird

Aside; a question

Hunger as a punishment; he doesn't care about starvation

Exoneration arc

Predation: Star Flower is a replacement for his son.

I think that index is an evocative content warning. But to say it again; this post contains child and domestic abuse, physical assault, public humiliation, incestuous grooming implications, and a lot of murder.

I need to start with the death of Misty. I see a few people saying that Clear Sky killed her for "being on his land" or trespassing, but this is actually a misstatement that I feel is important to correct.

Misty and her children were on their own land. It was her house. Clear Sky killed her to take it.

This is one of the most important details to remember about Clear Sky, that this is the consistent end point of his obsessive need for power and control. By harassment, by violence, or by death, he will brutalize anyone who does not give him what he wants, or who makes him feel bad, and find some way to justify it.

This territory expansion was for no logical reason. There was plenty of food and plenty of land. Any aggression that's happening on this territory is in response to how he's been stealing land and mauling people.

When it's found out she was fighting to defend her children, Clear Sky's immediate response is to slaughter them too.

Petal doesn't have milk either. It wasn't about the logistics. He wanted to kill the kids, because looking at them made him feel bad, and she just managed to stop him.

Starvation Rhetoric and the Image of Fluttering Bird

It is often said that Clear Sky is doing this because he's "traumatized" from how his little sister, Fluttering Bird, starved to death in the mountains. That the emotion came from wanting to feed people. That's incorrect. It wasn't about food. Fluttering Bird's death, and all the "starvation" he's faced, are used as manipulation tactics to guilt, influence, and control other characters, particularly when he might meet resistance or be held accountable for something.

It was always, ALWAYS, about control.

He does not care about actually helping people; "Starvation Rhetoric" through Fluttering Bird is an image he can invoke to justify the actions that are as bloody and cruel as the one this post starts off with. Either in his own mind, or in the minds of the cats he's manipulating.

He does this to Falling Feather, before slicing her face open in anger when she doesn't buy it. He does it to Rainswept Flower, before he strangles her to death. And he does it in the chapter just before Misty's murder, both to his Clan and then to Thunder,

Clear Sky climbed up in front of an entire crowd and gave a grand speech about hunger and "adjusting" the borders around territory he plans to conquer. When he gets to "forgiveness" he feigns pain to make his point because he is performing. If the sentiment is not a total lie, then at bare minimum, he is intentionally playing this up for the crowd.

He is rallying the Clan to support his violence against the cats whose land he wants to steal, and selling it with his life's hardships.

The audience is clearly well-trained, because several cats recognize the cue, particularly Frost who is praised for loudly comforting him. This signals "loyalty" because showing your sympathy towards his "suffering" is how this type of emotional manipulation works. It creates a persecuted, righteous in-group.

He's also apparently used this tactic before, since this entire crowd knows what "I Would Never Forgive Myself " means.

He's made sycophants out of his followers. Like a cult leader.

His abused son, however, hasn't been fully indoctrinated yet. Seeing Thunder uncomfortable with the idea of expanding the borders for no reason, Clear Sky calls him over for a personal propaganda session.

Clear Sky begins the exchange by calling this a "duty" and a "great honor." Immediately framing what he plans to do as righteous.

He puts on the act when Thunder shows resistance, dramatically pausing to let the guilt trip sink in.

"Thunder waited, realizing that he said the wrong thing."

And then Clear Sky launches into infantilizing Thunder, talking down to him like a child who's too inexperienced to see the "signs of starvation," acting like he's being "patient" in "explaining" it.

And then we get it. "I know what starvation looks like (so stop trusting your own eyes) because I have been through more than you (so shut up and do what I tell you), and I'm being a HERO for what I'm about to do (so opposing me would make you a bad person)."

Thanks to these crocodile tears, looking "moved," the act works. The victim is immediately wracked by guilt because the abuser seems genuinely emotional.

He even lovebombs him over the corpse of Misty in the next chapter, making Thunder feel threatened.

Thunder doesn't have the words to describe what is happening to him, but he knows that this sudden snap to praise isn't natural. That something is very wrong.

A Question.

Before I move on to show that this IS an act, and that he is lying about how important avoiding starvation is to him, I will ask a question. Please think about it, because I promise I mean it genuinely;

Why does it matter if Clear Sky actually believes this or not?

The victims are just as dead either way, yes? Thunder is just as abused and guilt tripped. The entire Clan has been driven towards violence while coddling and cooing at their Supreme Leader. Clear Sky is slowly annexing the entire forest. If you have ever accepted that he had "good intentions" as an excuse for the harm he did, or that abuse and murder was what he imagined was "the right thing," or that his trauma justifies the way he leverages his own pain to make cats do what he wants... why do you think that?

Why does that make it morally better, as the narrative concludes? Would you accept the same for every other WC villain or antagonist? Tigerstar? Slash? Tom the Wifebeater? Brokenstar? Rainflower?

How could you tell the difference, if you couldn't read their actual thoughts on the page? ...are there any other "good intentions" you've accepted, somewhere else?

Don't share that answer with me. It's a question for you. Sit with it.

Hunger as a punishment; he doesn't care about starvation.

...but, regardless, Clear Sky is not deluded about starvation. It's a justification for his obsessive need for control, and always has been. There was no shortage before stealing Misty's land and kits, he is fully aware that there's more prey than they can eat.

He punishes Falling Feather with hunger and harassment for thought crime, by briefly thinking of leaving. But first, he invokes Fluttering Bird at her like he did before, flying into a screeching fit of rage when she doesn't buy it,

"I'm sorry I hurt you... BUT" is THE wifebeater phrase. THE stereotypical line of a domestic abuser. "I'm sorry I hit you... but it's your fault for making me so angry."

She went through the same exact starvation he did, calls out that he's just framing his greed as being for the collective benefit of his subjects, and is assaulted for that.

When we're in his head, we see his REAL concerns are not about hunger. He invoked Fluttering Bird to try and make her shut up and bow down to him; what he's focused on is her "gossiping" and "whining" about the open wound he left on her face. He's still furious at Fircone and Nettle for how Thunder QUESTIONED him. So he will "strengthen their commitment."

When "starvation" DOES enter his thoughts, it is to assuage his own guilt and JUSTIFY what he already did. What he already WANTS to do. It's post-hoc.

He had to suppress his own guilt at how his greed and ambition made these children into orphans, completely unable to admit that he's ever been wrong or has a change to make, so he invokes the starvation rhetoric at himself to excuse it. So he feels less bad.

Everything, EVERYTHING, in this confrontation is about his pleasure at being able to torment his subordinates. To continue the abuse when the initial confrontation is over. If it isn't pride in his power and control over them, it's plain sadism.

He invokes starvation in front of the crowd, again, after being pleasured at the guilt in her eyes, hoping that everyone sees her writhing with shame and embarrassment. Fear wasn't at the root of why he assaulted Falling Feather; rage was, and now he feels better that he got to humiliate the person who offended him.

Starvation Rhetoric is a manipulation tactic.

It goes RIGHT BACK to his twisted idea of "loyalty." Obedience.

A cat who's actually, primarily concerned about starvation wouldn't encourage other cats to steal her food if they feel like it. He wouldn't be using it as a weapon to retaliate against her because she hurt his feelings.

This is paired with the fact he restricts and monitors the diet of his cats. They eat when he allows it, and only what he gives them, in spite of there being piles of dead animals rotting, going to waste.

We then find he personally doles out food from these piles, plucking carcasses off them and flinging them at his cats, one by one. Probably so he can watch how grateful they are to him and make sure they stay a little hungry-- and definitely because it means he can control WHO gets to eat at all.

If Clear Sky chucked a mouse at Falling Feather and someone took it? She would have gone hungry. For not groveling to him. Like when he decides to starve her brother; a hostage who he promised to feed and care for.

He's a dishonest snake. He lied about abandoning baby Thunder, calling it a "test of strength," he lied about Bumble's death, he lied about keeping Jackdaw's Cry fed.

And he lied about starvation to Thunder, because he was just making up an excuse to steal more land.

He wasn't "seeing the signs" of starvation when he moved to "adjust" his borders. Even FURTHER into this so-called "delusional slip" into tyranny, he's freely admitting that it takes months for a person to starve when it benefits his sadistic need to punish undeserving cats.

"Dumb moor cats, always expecting more than they DESERVE."

Not need. DESERVE. It's not a delusion about starvation and it never was. STARVATION is how he CONTROLS SkyClan, and once again he's angry that his pleasure has been sullied.

The massacre at Fourtrees was started over Jackdaw's Cry catching a bat after being starved, on land that Clear Sky has decided RIGHT NOW that he also owns, because it mades him think about being disobeyed.

The bat is forgotten as Clear Sky pivots into a tantrum, wanting to make his family HURT for being 'disloyal' and 'ungrateful.' For leaving him. He LIKES seeing people grovel, cower, and beg, getting PLEASURE from watching how he can hurt and command other cats, and if you don't give him what he wants he will kill you.

Which, make no mistake, is what the "First Battle" actually is. Clear Sky attempting to murder those who don't worship him or swear their undying fealty to him and his twisted dictatorship. Particularly his own son, the most prominent victim of his emotional abuse.

It's not about the bat. It was never even about food or starvation. It's about retaliation for any perceived lack of control.

Once again he breaks out starvation rhetoric to try and manipulate someone, and when Rainswept Flower doesn't buy it just like Falling Feather didn't, he murders her in another fit of entitled rage.

Exoneration arc.

At the end of this battle that was entirely his own fault, we're introduced to the hollowed-out ghost of Storm. She has been flushed of all personality, so that she can be the perfect narrative mouthpiece.

She accepts yet another Fluttering Bird Invocation in spite of how we saw it's not sincere. He was lying the entire time and using starvation rhetoric as a manipulation tactic to get control over his victims.

And that's it.

That's the consequence. Storm's a little mad at him until he says "Buttering Flird" and she swoons.

He doesn't have to be ""afraid"" anymore because the cats just invented an afterlife to believe in. He keeps all of his power and influence and gets off scot-free, because "guilt" (which we SAW him repressing anyway) is supposed to be the best consequence for murder, abuse, and tyranny.

The husk of Storm even materializes again at the end of book 5 to say it outright; he "never drove anyone away." Not even after Book 4 where it's also his fault One Eye took over his Clan for 5 minutes. It was just destiny.

His "redemption arc" is just an exoneration arc. The narrative doesn't think he really did anything wrong.

EVERYTHING about Clear Sky has ALWAYS been about making grabs at power, but since the narrative didn't see a problem with him extorting his personal tragedy and the death of a child, his own sister, he continues doing it. As if these behaviors are normal personality 'traits'.

Even when that sister COMES OUT OF HEAVEN TO YELL AT HIM DIRECTLY,

He finds a way to COMPLETELY miss the point, so he can interpret her words in a bizarrely specific way that will conveniently end with him being the supreme dictator of the entire forest. Just like he ALWAYS does.

It's the entire 5th book. Clear Sky trying to convince everyone, including himself, that it's Fluttering Bird who wants him to grab at power, NOT himself and his own ambition, that THIS time, he promises, for realsies, it's actually about keeping everyone safe.

But just like ALWAYS, because he does not change, when this tried and true tactic manages to work on Thunder, during ANOTHER exchange where he's dramatically pausing and using the cold shoulder to make his pitiable act land harder,

He lapses right back into bullying his child, creating situations where Thunder will have difficulty or be put in pain, so that he can have an excuse to mock and belittle him.

And this all comes to a head when Clear Sky takes romantic interest in Star Flower, his abused son's previous romantic interest.

Predation: Star Flower is a replacement for his son.

Direct parallels are drawn between Thunder and Star Flower. Star Flower contrasts her loyalty to her father to Thunder's "disloyalty" to his own, in an appeal to Clear Sky.

Clear Sky brushes it off for now, citing that he cannot accept her because of who her father was.

But then, Thunder makes the connection between himself and her, because he knows what it is like to be a victim of parental abuse and correctly clocks that they have this in common,

On his vouch, Clear Sky accepts her into the group. She starts trying to offer himself to him; hunting twice as hard as the others, self-imposing harsh conditions like taking a wet sleeping spot. In their second interaction, Clear Sky begins to take interest in her.

Thunder himself points out that Star Flower is seeking an abusive tyrant to replace her own father, which reads like he's deflecting the stress of how his father is abusing him to deny a connection he already made. As if Thunder sees so much of himself in Star Flower that it makes him (rightly) feel sick that his father is romantically invested in her;

Thunder then goes on to follow his own advice and form his own Clan, because Clear Sky IS like One Eye... while Star Flower remains here. At Clear Sky's side. Because she feels like this is what she "deserves," that she "understands" him, truly believing that her crime (warning her father that Clear Sky brought an ambush in case he lost the 1 on 1 death match he requested, which he did) are on the same level as his abuse and murders.

Clear Sky is attracted to Star Flower because, in his own words;

She is young.

She will not betray him.

She won't question him,

and she obeys him.

We've seen what "betrayal" is to Clear Sky-- not taking his excuses or his beatings. To "disobey" is betrayal. To "question" is disobedience.

These are ALL things he's tried to drill into Thunder. We saw him happily exploit their difference in age to tell him he can't have an opinion. He constructed humiliating games in retaliation for ever being questioned. He tried to murder Thunder and his friends for their "betrayal." Even now, being disobeyed causes explosive reactions.

He was previously grooming the things he now identifies as attractive in a young woman into his child.

If your body becomes too useless to serve him, like Frost and Jagged Peak, you're thrown out. If you don't unquestioningly follow his bloody commands, like Falling Feather or Thunder, you're subjected to abuse and public humiliation. If you're in his way, like Misty or Rainswept Flower were, you die.

If you meet all of his expectations...

You will be in a horrific position where you will never have agency over your own life ever again. Every move, every word, will have to be carefully crafted so that he feels like you're "loyal" to him by the arbitrary standard he feels that day. Never step out of line, never doubt his decisions, never live for anyone except him and the children you will give him, not even for a moment, because then you will not be "worthy" of his grace.

Star Flower would be in serious danger if this series wasn't written by abuse apologists. They accidentally wrote a perfect reflection of how child abuse victims often find themselves in unsafe and toxic romantic relationships with large age gaps which mirror what they went through as kids; but this team doesn't clock it, playing this relationship as wholesome and genuine.

He finally has someone who ""understands"" him. Because they think the character they wrote is misunderstood.

but reality is plain to see.

Clear Sky is a monster. The most realistic monster in all of WC-- far, far closer to real life predators and domestic abusers than the "born evil" rogues like Slash and One Eye. The Erins seem to believe that what separates Clear Sky from One Eye is "fundamental" good and "fundamental" evil, when the truth is that they'd be separated by very, very little.

If they had realistic motivations, they would be exactly like the character their existence is meant to excuse.

Slash and One Eye HAD to be kept flat and one-dimensional. If the book was more earnest, the only difference between Clear Sky and One Eye would have been that One Eye is stronger. So strong that Clear Sky needed to manipulate the other groups into helping him.

While anyone can change, not everyone will, and Clear Sky has no reason to. He sees no consequences. He has everything he wants; power, a pretty and obedient young mate, and unchecked authority over a brainwashed forest cult. There is always a victim on a leash, a naive enabler, or a bunch of desperate and gullible marks somewhere in his proximity to bully into doing his dirtywork

Whether his "intentions" were sincere or not (evidence points towards not) at its root it was always about control. Power is something he perpetually keeps, and continues to violently use.

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nekropsii · 1 month

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Gentle reminder that Homestuck is in fact intended for people who are 18 or older — particularly the grungy little forum-dwelling 20-somethings Hussie was largely associated with on the MSPAForums — and was made in 2009. The adult and offensive content is a natural extension of this. The offensive parts of the writing — such as the racism — are not excused by the time period and where it was made and who it was made for, but it is explained by it.

Another gentle reminder that every time Hussie depicted predatory/abusive dynamics or pedophilic age gaps in Homestuck, he was depicting them as bad and disgusting things, including when his avatar (who is not fully representative of himself and is, in fact, a character) was creeping on Vriska. You are supposed to be uncomfortable about it. That is the intention. Same goes for when incest was touched upon — it is consistently portrayed as bad and disgusting. You are supposed to be uncomfortable about it. That is the intention.

Younger people are technically “allowed” to like it in the sense that while it is intended for mature audiences, it is not inherently pornographic, and was not and still isn’t age gated. Just understand the content wasn’t exactly made with it being read by 15 year olds in mind. Also understand that there is a lot of nuance to things all of the time, and Hussie didn’t shy away from taboo topics on the basis of having expected all of his audience to be in their 20s in 2009 and know him personally.

There’s some legitimately bad stuff in Homestuck that is worth criticism — such as the racism — but Hussie touching on abuse, or making jokes about how incest/pedophilia are fucking gross is not really one of them. He did not condone that. He just wrote about it being deplorable, and mentioned it a lot because… Well, it was 2009, and a big part of Homestuck is “bad things happening to kids.”

#I’ve been thinking abt this a lot lately as I’ve been working with similar topics myself #and seeing so many dumbfucks declare homestuck as ‘proship territory’ on the basis of just HAVING abuse and incest in it. not fucking true!#it bothers me #homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #cw incest #cw child harm #nekro.txt

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kaftan · 6 months

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I’ve come across the “amy has an incest kink” line several times and it baffles me so much… the first time I saw it I hadn’t read worm yet, just knew a little bit about it secondhand, and wanted to make a joke along the lines of “hey it’s not very nice to amy to imply that she’s attracted to victoria for her sister role instead of who she is as a person 😔” but having read all the way up to arc 18 it actually stuns me how amy never once openly thinks of or refers to victoria in sexual terms — it’s always framed as this kind of indistinct hopeless adoration, or obsessive romantic fervor, but it’s never explicitly sexual. her desire to touch manifests as hugging, holding — never kissing. (unless that happens later, but I’m guessing it doesn’t, and I think it’s still significant that it doesn’t happen at any of the major climactic moments for them.) this isn’t to say I don’t think there are sexual feelings there, but they’re clearly terrifying or shameful enough to be buried even deeper than the rest of it.

overall it’s this fascinating war between purity and disgust raging in amy’s head: the love she defends is a chaste, idealized sort, but she finds it impossibly filthy at the same time not because of her own desire, but because of the context it exists in. she wants victoria to be her sister and she wants victoria to be her love — the dissonance there isn’t appealing to her, it tears her apart. all the more because victoria can never be her real sister (not by blood relation rules) and can never be her real love (because amy’s feelings will never truly be returned). it’s called perpetual unfulfillment, and nothing about it is sexy to her. I cannot stress enough how much this is not sexy to her.

#victoria being just enough of a sister to kill all romantic possibilities but not enough of a sister to unconditionally support amy #is in fact amy’s personal hell #congratulations you have a family you win NOTHING!#wormblogging #long post #cw incest

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runby2 · 1 month

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its mytrauma and i get to make the the dolls reenact it and get through it and survive

and yes i get to use the gross words bc noone else will and we're not alone, damn it.

#klavier gavin #miles edgeworth #incestual trauma #trauma recovery #covert incest #ptsd #incestual abuse #tw incest #cw incest

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spacedustmantis · 1 year

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list of shipnames in jrwi and who they are referring to

this is (and probably forever will be) a work in progress. i plan on expanding this list with any and all shipnames i come across, so if you want to see the up-to-date list, make sure to open the original post. also feel free to send me shipnames that are missing from this list to my inbox or over dms.

note: not all of these are extremely common or in circulation quite yet, but you might encounter them every now and then anyways.

‼️ important disclaimer! this is an archival work, meant to list as many ship names as possible for a variety of uses. this means this list does include ships that might be triggering for some. regardless of my feelings about it, abusive, unrealistic, or violent ships as well as underage and incest are pretty much always a facet of fandom, and as such they are represented here, partially to give people the necessary information to be able to circumvent being confronted with said content (e.g. via muting tags) should they want/need to. ‼️

riptide:

pc/pc

fish and chips (fnc): chip/gillion

navyseal: jay/gillion

phoenix/mockingjay: chip/jay

poly pirates: chip/jay/gillon

pc/npc

catnip: chip/la alma

sailorsong/scarlet captains: chip/jazz

fools gold/bargaining chip: chip/niklaus

drunken sailors: chip/caspian

chipped crown/chiptune: chip/queen

stoneflame: chip/igneous

midnight memories: chip/drey

tboy polycule: chip/jazz/igneous

birdbolt/clockwork rivals/women in STEM: jay/ensa

pistolwhip: jay/lizzie

sharpshooter: jay/kira

bloodshot: jay/anastasia

sheshells: jay/edyn

artemisanchor: jay/aslana

bloodbath: jay/anastasia/aslana

jay's harem/let's go lesbians: jay/her many girlfriends (ever changing, always evolving)

swordfish: gillion/caspian

dealbreaker: gillion/niklaus

sea shanty: gillion/queen

goldfish/dragonfish: gillion/clorten

sunken anchor: gillion/marshal john

destined sails: gillion/caspian/marshal john

fish and chips and more fish: chip/gillion/caspian

manlet, manwhore, manslayer: chip/gillion/niklaus

sea sharp: chip/gillion/queen

deal with the devil (dwtd): chip/jay/gillion/niklaus

bardic inspiration: chip/jay/gillion/queen

full ensemble: chip/jay/gillion/queen/jazz

npc/npc

drearl: drey/earl

watergun: drey/finn

old man yaoi/drearlinn: drey/finn/earl

cattlepunk: drey/ichabod

roseshot: drey/captain rose

metal detector/gunmetal/robopanda: alphonze/gryffon

popshot: gryffon/queen

seawitch: niklaus/edyn

frigatebird/warbird/waning crescent: lizzie/ava

fighting chance/boxer briefs: la alma/clorten

naval orange: marshal john/amanda rinn

message in a bottle: marshal john/edyn

rose tides: lizzie/edyn

rosewater: lizzie/caspian

sea serpents/lunar eclipse: ava/lizzie/edyn

singing the blues: jazz/caspian

jam session: jazz/queen

saltwater pearl: caspian/edyn

soundwaves/sea shanty: caspian/queen

hammer to fall/songsmith: queen/alasse

lamprey: anastasia/aslana

starcrossed survivors: zamia/star

apotheosis:

pc/pc

angelstone/stonesong: peter/rumi

deicide: rumi/thanatos

tech support: peter/thanatos

eldritchstrings: rumi/exandroth

pc/npc

divineshifter/shape4shifter: rumi/rhymir

prime defenders:

pc/pc

ghostknife: william/vyncent

ghostkicks/blue raspberry: william/dakota

dancebattle/spacejam: vyncent/dakota

revenant/wispy winters/evildead: william/ashe

tomeblade/gamecube/demondagger: vyncent/ashe

demonkicks: dakota/ashe

polypd: william/vyncent/dakota/ashe

pc/npc

decharge/soulfire: william/doug

sunghost/sunshade: william/summer

parasol: william/vyncent/summer

exquisite corpses/spare the dying: william/cantrip

ghostlysigns: william/jimmy

npc/npc

tidalwave: tide/mark winters

suntrip: summer/cantrip

doodlejump/pencilfrog: le frog/pencilman

cops and froggers: le frog/officer frank

zebrafish: tide/harlem

car manual: wordsmith/pretender

shooting star: mrs g/lightspeed

shadowfold: harlem/jason

blood in the bayou:

pc/pc

keeperschampion: rand/rolan

rollingstones: kian/rolan

smokeshow: kian/rand

nightmare blunt rotation (nbr): kian/rand/rolan

pc/npc

heartstrings: kian/becky

meddling kids: kian/rand/rolan/becky

bleacher ghosts: kian/becky/jesse

milf season: kian/donna

private performance: kian/donna/john

the suckening:

pc/pc

guarddog: emizel/shilo

alleycat: emizel/arthur

royal pain: shilo/arthur

pc/npc

fizzfangs/monster energy: emizel/soda

armored pheasant: shilo/grefgor

vampistol/shadowhorse: arthur/deacon

old campaigns and one-shots under the cut

mythborne

supernova: connor/aster

achilles heel: connor/ryan

sunspot: aster/ryan

spotlight: connor/aster/ryan

playwrat: connor/aster/ryan/romeo

final episode one shot

bluecherrylite: cherry/jebediah/aren

jebebriadic/ringbearers: jebediah/brian

twitch chat one shot

hoofin' it: icarus/gravel

convergence:

krangle: kasper/strangle

the fated:

br'aaxi: br'aad/taxi

scythebelts: sylnan/velrisa

kathnan: sylnan/katherine

sylgarth: sylnan/ugarth

velriana: velrisa/oriana

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi bitb #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi blood in the bayou #buggy thoughts #silver screen #long post #cw incest

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gatheringbones · 6 months

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there was this period of me and c’s early relationship we nearly didn’t make it through because of how much horror it involved. we loved each other immediately, that was never the problem, the problem is that I was a survivor of incest so covert it wasn’t until I found myself loved by c that I realized the full scope of what happened. the horror crested like a great black wave. my love for her was in and of itself triggering because all of my love neurons are that attached to the abuse neurons. I had to cultivate enormous powers of feeling and perceiving to stand in that space. I had to make conscious choices to transform into something that felt like it had the power to kill me. and the whole time she kept telling me she adored me because she sensed the word love was too triggering and I needed help easing into it. so she just said she adored me every few moments every time we hung out. matter of fact and casual I adore you I adore you I adore you. no horror can exist in that space.

#cw incest #brainspace #everything will turn out all right the world is built on that

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yuta-nation · 1 month

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Selfish (Ayato Kamisato)

summary: your brother is upset about your sister's new boyfriend. you show him that you aren't going anywhere.

content: dead dove (do not eat), incest, big bro!ayato, afab fem!reader (no pronouns but reader is referred to as girl, sister, etc.), vaginal fingering, unprotected p -> v (pull out method), possessive! ayato, alcohol consumption ( reader is sober, ayato acts drunker than he is), chatty!ayato, teasing!ayato, he's kinda a bully, slight manhandling, voyeurism (ayato listened to reader get off w/o her knowledge) reader is hesitant, but everything is consensual.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: heed the content warnings, i have been clear and thorough. anyways i just think you're ayato's favorite sister.

Things between you and your brother had been tense for a while. Truthfully, it had been building for years, though it had only reached the boiling point in the past few months. The fuse was lit when your younger sister, Ayaka, began courting Aether. Your elder brother liked the man well enough as a friend, but no one was good enough for his precious little sisters. Despite being the youngest, Ayaka was as much of an adult as Ayato was, and he knew forbidding her from seeing the traveler would only blow up in his face. So, he gave the couple his reluctant blessing and put on a brave face around them. He didn’t even reveal his true feelings about the relationship to Thoma, fearing the younger man would share Ayato’s disapproval with Ayaka, Aether, or both. The only person he could confide in was you. And confide he did.

“There’s no way you’d leave your darling brother for another man, is there, Sister? You know better than to break my heart like that, don’t you?” Ayato hiccuped into his sake cup on the other side of the kotatsu. You doubted anyone, even Ayaka or Thoma, knew how whiny your brother could be after he got a little alcohol in him. Ayato was excellent at keeping up appearances, but he was willing to let down his walls around you. You were special. Though you had to admit, your older brother looked pathetic at the moment, clothes and hair disheveled, face flushed, eyes watery. Truthfully, he looked like a drowned rat, albeit a particularly cute one. He stared at you with those wet eyes, obviously expecting reassurance from you.

“I won’t leave your side until it’s time for me to marry; you’ll have me for another year or so,” you said before raising your teacup to your lips. Ayato’s lavender eyes met yours, hardening as he registered your words.

“If you think I’d allow both you and Ayaka to be married off, you’re sorely mistaken. And since she was the first to find a suitor, it seems you’re stuck with me,” he said with a sickly sweet smile that didn’t meet his eyes.

“And what will happen to me when you finally marry? Do I become the nanny of your children? A spinster dependent on your charity?”

“You would remain my beloved younger sister and a pillar of the Kamisato clan. Besides, I will always love you more than any woman I end up marrying.”

“You are the most selfish man I have ever met. Ayaka didn’t need your permission to find a suitor. I just might follow in her footsteps,” you said with a roll of your eyes and another sip of your tea. You watched as Ayato lifted his head from the surface of the kotatsu and stood. He was surprisingly steady on his feet considering how much he had to drink, footsteps steady as he approached you. You felt the hair on the nape of your neck stand up as he settled on the floor behind you. You opened your mouth to question him, but before you could get the words out, he pulled you backward into his lap.

“Ayato! What are you–” You’re cut off by his hand covering your mouth.

“Selfish? Most definitely. And why wouldn’t I be? The archons blessed me with the most beautiful little sister, and you expect me to just give her away? Ayaka is different; I always intended to let her marry. But you’re special. You’re all mine; don’t think I’ll let you go so easily. Do you understand?” Ayato squeezed you tightly before removing his hand from your mouth, indicating he expected you to answer.

“It’s not right, brother. You must marry one day; what would your wife think?” you said, trying to be the voice of reason.

“I have no interest in what is right or wrong. I do not care what my future wife thinks of me; she will not be the woman I love,” he said, positioning you more comfortably in his lap. You could feel something warm and stiff poking against your back. You swallowed hard but made no move to pull away.

“And who is? The woman you love, I mean,” you asked, grateful to have your back to Ayato. You wouldn’t have been bold enough to ask if you had to meet his eyes.

“I think you know my answer, pretty girl. It’s you; it’s always been you, it always will be,” Ayato whispered as his head fell to the crook of your neck. He nuzzled his face into the expanse of your skin before exhaling in pleasure.

“You just haven’t found the right person yet. You will one day; this will pass.”

“And if I don’t want it to pass? What if you are the right person for me? If you were born for me? What then?”

“We still can’t be together, Ayato. T-think of Ayaka,” you stuttered out as his grip on your waist tightened and his lips began to graze your neck.”

“She doesn’t need to know. You and I have always been so good at keeping things secret from her. Besides, she has Aether. Don’t you and I deserve to have something? Deserve to have each other?” Ayato rested a hand on your abdomen, tracing random patterns with his finger. His lips began to kiss your neck in earnest, though they were surprisingly gentle. He gave the flesh a teasing nip, earning a gasp from you.

“Ayato! You can’t. We can’t,” you protested, though you made no attempt to remove yourself from his grasp.

“Stop pretending you don’t want this too, pretty girl. I know you better than you think,” he said, hand moving higher towards your chest, taking a breast in the palm of his hand.

“You’re drunk, Brother. That’s all this is,” you justified, laying your hand over his as if you planned to pry it off your kimono. But you couldn’t bring yourself to remove his hand, instead just resting yours atop his.

“That isn’t the excuse you think it is. I feel this way about you sober; the alcohol just makes me more honest. The truth is, you’re the only woman on my mind. I think of you all the time. I think of kissing you. Of holding you, just like this. Of making you my wife. Of being your husband. Your lover,” he squeezed your breast to emphasize the last word, and you fought the moan that bubbled up in your throat.

“But most of all, I think of making love to you. Of burying my face between your thighs until tears spill down your face. Of splitting you open on my cock, until the only word you know is my name, until the whole house knows that you belong to me,” he murmured in your ear as his other hand found its way under the skirt of your kimono. His slender fingers locate your dampening panties, grazing the crotch and causing you to clamp your legs together.

“Come on, sweet girl. I can feel how wet you are; you want this, too, don’t you? Stop pretending; just be honest for once. Let me show you how much I love you. Please,” he whispered the last word in your ear. You felt your resolve crumble into dust, and your legs fell open, granting him access.

“That’s my perfect girl,” he groaned, fingers petting the damp fabric, running along the outline of your lips. You stifled the whine that attempted to leave your throat, causing Ayato to make a sound of displeasure.

“Ah ah, pretty. I want to hear you.”

“What about Ayaka and Thoma? They’re still–”

“Do not say another man’s name when you’re with me like this. I should be the only man on your mind right now,” he admonished as his fingers worked their way under the fabric covering your cunt, ghosting over your clit. You bucked your hips at the contact, chasing after the feeling of his fingers. You heard him chuckle darkly from behind you before feeling his lips on your neck once more. His hand on your chest moved lower and began to undo the belt of your kimono. He removed his teasing hand from your underwear to assist in divesting you of your clothing. In no time, you were stripped bare before your older brother. While undressing you, he had shifted you to be face-to-face with him so that he had a better view. You could feel his lavender eyes raking over your body, drinking in every detail. After a moment of his scrutiny, you began to feel embarrassed, hands moving to cover yourself.

“No, don’t do that. Come here, beautiful girl,” Ayato said, reaching out to pull you into his lap again. This time, you were positioned chest-to-chest with your brother, nipples hardening in the cool spring air.

You watched with pupils blown wide as Ayato lowered his head to your breast, taking one of the perked buds into his mouth and sucking. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm mouth encircling your nipple. You could feel Ayato’s lips warp into a smile without pulling away from your breast. He removed one hand from your hips to trace your lower lips once more. You let out another choked sound as his skillful fingers finally made their way to your clit. They expertly circled the bud with the lightest pressure, enough to bring you pleasure but nowhere near the amount needed to bring you release. You whined at the sensation nonetheless, hoping the sound would encourage Ayato to give you more.

However, your brother had always possessed more patience than you. He continued his teasing strokes around your clit as his mouth shifted to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. After several minutes of his ministrations, your impatience got the best of you, prompting you to buck your hips against his fingers as your hands tangled themselves in his hair. Ayato pulled his mouth away from your breast with a wet pop, meeting your desperate eyes.

“Eager, are we?” Ayato said with a chuckle.

“Please, no more teasing. Be nice, Ayato,” you begged, rolling your hips once more.

“So needy. I could be much crueler, you know. I could just leave you like this, you know? Desperate and empty.” “Ayato, please! You started this!” You whined, eyes pleading with the man before you.

“You’ve always had the cutest pout. I’ll take care of you, sweet girl. I always have, haven’t I?” He asked as two graceful fingers finally prodded at your entrance before slipping in. You nodded your head in agreement and pleasure as you finally felt him enter you.

“I’m being so nice to you, aren’t I? What do you say when someone gives you what you want, hmm?” “Thank you, thank you, thank youuu so much, Ayato!” you squealed as his fingers reached the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. His thumb began to rub circles on your clit, prompting more whines from you.

“So polite. I think you deserve a reward for being so obedient, don’t you?” He asked as his fingers and thumbs picked up speed. His fingers bumped that spongy spot inside you with every thrust, and his thumb pressed down on your clit as he circled it, making you see little white spots in your vision.

“Well, what would you like as your reward, pretty girl?” Ayato asked before his lips attached themselves to your throat, sucking gently at the delicate skin.

“Wanna feel you i-inside! Please!” You pleaded, rolling your hips against his hand. His fingers felt like heaven, but selfishness was a trait you and Ayato shared; you desired more.

“I am inside you, silly girl,” he said, lips smiling against your neck.

“No, I want you inside me. Want your cock, please, Ayato!” You begged, pulling on his hair to bring his mouth to yours. He was happy to indulge in you, nipping at your bottom lip to gain his tongue access to your mouth. As his tongue entangled with yours, his fingers worked your cunt harder, scissoring them inside your heat. His thumb on your clit pressed harder and circled faster.

“You can have my cock as soon as you cum on my fingers. Sound fair?” he mumbled against your lips. You nodded before diving back into the kiss, taking control this time. Your tongue explored Ayato’s mouth as his hand explored your pussy, bringing you closer to the edge. It was harder to fight back your moans and whimpers as he prodded your G-spot and pressed against your clit. You could feel the knot in your abdomen tightening, warning you of your impending orgasm.

“Are you close, pretty? Gonna cum on my fingers? Come on, cum so I can fuck you properly,” Ayato encouraged as he felt you clench around his fingers. You began to hump his hand in earnest, chasing your high with vigor. You stopped trying to stifle your moans, instead letting your brother swallow them with his mouth.

After several moments, you finally felt yourself come undone, felt the knot in your stomach snap, and your pussy gush around Ayato’s fingers.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Making such a mess. So proud of you for letting go; didn’t that feel nice? Didn’t your big brother take care of you?” He asked, not slowing or stopping the motion of his hand on your cunt until you tugged at his wrist.

“I think you’ve earned my cock at this point. You ready for it, beautiful?” Ayato asked as he shifted you from his lap to lie on the floor.

“Please, Ayato, want it so bad,” you confessed, spreading your legs to him in invitation. He chuckled at your display as his hands went to undo his belt. He was swift in removing his clothing, shucking it off as if it had offended him. Soon, the two of you were equally bare before one another. Your eyes raked over his leanly sculpted body, taking in every mole and birthmark that graced his body. You let out a gasp when your eyes finally landed below his waist.

It was far from your first time seeing a penis; you’d lost your virginity to a certain male housekeeper a few years ago, but Ayato had the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. It was a pale pink that grew redder at the tip, curving towards his stomach. It wasn’t as lengthy as Thoma’s, but it was thicker and veinier by far. Just the thought of it stretching your walls had you squeezing your thighs together with want. Ayato let out a soft laugh at your reaction before lowering himself to join you on the floor.

“I can’t believe I’m finally doing this,” he whispered, mostly to himself, as he positioned his body over yours, settling between your hips.

“How often have you thought of this?” you asked in amusement as you wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Every day since you were 19. I thought it was my turn for the bath, but you were in there, touching yourself. I didn’t want anyone else walking in on you like that, so I sat outside the door until I heard you getting out. I heard every sound you made; I tried so badly not to get hard, but you sounded so needy, looked so pretty; I ended up cumming in my pants like a damn teenager. I’ve wanted you ever since. So don’t think I have any plans of letting you go after this,” He confessed as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“You’re such a pervert,” you said, pulling his waist closer to you with your legs.

“You’re the one who’s about to take their pervert brother’s cock. How are you any better?”

“Archons, Ayato, just fuck me!”

And with that, his cock finally found a home in your cunt. Just as you expected, the stretch of his girth was toe-curling, prompting you to dig your nails into his shoulders. You couldn’t help the squeaks and sighs that escaped you as he sheathed his length inside you. Your brother was surprisingly vocal as well, letting out more profanities than you had ever heard him utter in your life. When he was finally balls deep, he rested his forehead against yours.

“This is going to ruin me, you know? I’ll never want anything else, anyone else,” he said, sweeping a stray strand of hair away from your face. “Good,” you said, leaning in to catch his lips with your own.

With that, he began to move, giving shallow, tentative thrusts of his hips. Your small grunts of pleasure spurred him on, encouraging him to deepen his movements.

“Fuck, baby, you were made for me. This pussy was made for me and no one else. This is my pussy; it’s mine,” he groaned, picking up the pace to fuck you in earnest.

“It’s yours, just for you! Please don’t stop!” you whined as he gave a particularly deep thrust.

“Never gonna stop, baby. Pussy’s too good, couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” he assured, bringing the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight to your clit. He began to rub tight circles on the bud, never slowing his hips. You could feel your high building once more, jerking your hips involuntarily against his.

“You feel too good, pretty girl. Not gonna last. Need you to come for me, can you to that? Can you make a mess for me, baby?” You nodded frantically, willing to do anything to please the man above you.

“Close! So close, just a little more, please!” You squealed, no longer cautious of your volume. Ayato lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth again, increasing the pressure on your clit in the process. A nip to the sensitive skin of your tit and a pinch to your clit sent you falling over the edge of pleasure. You didn’t have time to warn him of your orgasm before you were gushing on his cock, coating his abs and pelvis in your slick.

“Good fucking girl! That’s it, make a fucking mess on my cock. You’re perfect, fucking, ah, perfect!” He praised, hips stuttering. He gave several more shallow thrusts before he pulled out of your warmth and fisted his cock, pumping harshly once, then twice, before he came, painting your tummy with his thick seed.

He rolled off of you and onto the floor before pulling you to his side. The two of you clung to each other as you tried to catch your breath. Ayato brought his hand to rest upon your head, gently petting your hair while you came back down to your body.

“I hope you know I was serious. That wasn’t a one-time thing,” he said as you rested your hand on his arm. You peeked over at him, taking in the flushed face and disheveled hair of the man who knew you best, loved you most in the whole of Teyvat. You allowed a smile to spread over your face as you spoke.

“I’m aware, Brother. I think we both need a bath.”

“Good idea,” he said, making no move to get up, instead pulling you closer to his side. You wouldn’t be leaving that spot anytime soon.

#🩵: writing #🩵: ayato #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #ayato kamisato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #cw incest

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necros-writing-stuff · 2 months

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I'm on tragic incest kick rn, bare with me.

Eden, who sees the missing humanity behind your eyes. How, despite his best efforts to persuade curiosity and intellect you've rejected his books and lessons to instead feel the dirt beneath your nails and snarl like the beasts closing in around the cabin. Part of him breaks when you climb up into his lap, your pants discarded and a wild hunger in those dead eyes. He can't push you off, though, because the fault is his own that you became this. But at least you're choosing to stay, instead of running off with the beasts calling your name.

Bailey, who can't look you in the eye despite the confidence he projects to the world. Who suffers from your love due to the love he has already lost. Who denies himself true affection despite the quivering lip of the one who begs to give it. You overcompensate in the end, sobbing as you ride him in his desk chair, wailing over and over with requests for him to hold you instead of letting his hands fall limp, his eyes stuck to the ceiling. He holds those he meets in bars and clubs. Why can't he hold you?

Avery, whose palm had reddened your face more than once for failing to meet his expectations. Whose love came at a cost, the cost of his public image that you were only an extention of. Perfection is the minimum, and rage is its consequence as your hands wrap around his throat, his cock half-soft inside of you, in the back of his car. Is it enough now? You spit, you bite, you claw. You show him the rage he passed down, that you can see reflected in eyes the same colour as your own.

#spill my guts #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #gn reader #cw incest #cw noncon #avery the businessperson #degrees of lewdity

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birchblood · 5 months

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Laura Palmer / Sometime After Midnight, Nicole Dollanganger

#twin peaks #web weaving #laura palmer #fwwm #fire walk with me #twin peaks birchblood #twin peaks fire walk with me #leland palmer #laura and leland #comparatives #nicole dollanganger #married in mount airy #tw incest #cw incest

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jjunebunny · 22 days

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With the whole jrwiblr incest thing going down um. Please unfollow or block me if youre into those sorts of ships. Thanks👍

#i would rather not engage with that #you people can do whatever you want #i cannot stop anyone and i dont plan to #text post #jrwi #tw incest #cw incest #just roll with it #jrwi show

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nekropsii · 3 months

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do you think cronus redemption is possible picking up from where the comic left off? like if he walked right out of openbound into an immediately post-A7 earth c could a competent author wrangle him into a decent guy without retcons, or is he just That Bad

Extremely firm No. He's just That Bad.

I don't trust a single god damn Homestuck writer, fan or official, to try to take Cronus Ampora and "redeem" him. He's the worst on purpose. That's his whole function. He's trying to bang 13 year olds, including ones he's related to. A 13 year old Karkat rejected his advances, and he stalked him to his house and tried to break into it. He's into eugenics. He's violently abusive. He's a sexual predator. He feels deeply entitled to the affection of others and their bodies, and mild rejection results in either violence or extreme emotional manipulation. He's so bigoted it's both nauseating and comedic. He knows all of these things and he does not care. He admits to knowing this about him. He admits he's doing it on purpose. He admits that he does not care for improvement, and he admits that he does not care that he is hurting people. He is expressly beyond redemption. That's the point. I don't want to see anyone trying to "redeem" a character who is, again, fundamentally irredeemable. Let him be the worst. That's the point. He is way more interesting that way.

#homestuck #homestuck analysis #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #cronus ampora #cw child harm #cw incest #cronus.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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kaftan · 3 months

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Sorry to vaguepost but I recently saw someone make a joke that went something along the lines of “Amy wouldn’t ship wincest (surprisingly)” and I have to say: what is surprising about this. Is it not abundantly clear from everything about her that she does not want to think about incest. What kind of Amy are you reading who would be an incest shipper

#wormblogging #cw incest #if she could rewire her brain to be unable to comprehend the concept of sibling incest she would. let’s please be real here #worm spoilers #ish

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yet-another-haven-of-dollya · 5 months

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Do Lya or Kariya ever peg Lyah? Because Lyah is looking very peggable right now

"Remember your purity check at 23:59 again? I told you, even if we do it it won't coun-"

"Nah ah, I just wanna play with you a lil bit~"

#oh Lyah doesn't mind pegging #in fact he bought all kinds of strap on for Robin to use #As for the funsies my PCs could have...#welp I'm still learning #cw incest #dollya ask #Lyah the Enmancipated #Kariya the Alter Ego #dol pc

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lilyrizzy · 4 months

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day number eight, for @catofthecanals289 as always, a continuation of this. cw: incest (but like, not reaaaalllly imo lol)

just quickly before we get to the fic...to be honest, i did get upset when I saw someone had used the prequel of this fic/my idea as a prompt in the kink meme to ask for another maxiel story before I got the chance to write and post this. I wanted to be the bigger person and let it go but I just need to say, if you are going to use my stories/fics/ideas to prompt/write, it would be great if you could give them proper credit, and even better, ask me first!

Now, onto the porn!!!

The first time Max had found himself pressed between the bodies of Lord and Lady Ricciardo, he had been nervous with his desire to please them both.

As instructed, Michelle had returned to the queen’s chambers with Daniel in tow, their fingers laced together. Honey-on-honey, so sweet Max was sure his fingertips would come away sticky when he touched either of them, but not sweet enough to allow his hammering heart slow.

In the golden glow of the lamplight standing side by side, they had looked more enticing than any temptress his mother’s silly Fabels had warned him against as a boy. Nudging him forward, Michelle had put her brother between them, an offering of sorts. The perfect blend of hard edges and strength that Max had dared to dream about, wrapped up in a real warmth that he ached to reach out and touch, to feel beneath his fingertips.

Max’s for the taking.

“My lord,” Daniel had said as Michelle continued to guide him forward with the same gentle hand she had used on Max’s skin moments earlier.

Daniel was wearing a shy smile that Max knew was all a show; he’d seen the sultry smiles and lingering glances Daniel had directed Max’s way since arriving at his court. Had watched the eager way his hands danced through the air as he told Max’s men another scandalous story, had heard the laugh that accompanied the tales, demanding the attention of the room.

He’d still had Michelle’s words echoing in his ears; we have shared men before.

But Max was not any other man.

“Your king,” Max had corrected him, daring to take a step closer. He’d made sure to let his face settle into a teasing smile because he’d wanted to see Daniel return it with his own. His real one.

When he had, it had given Max the courage for another step, and then to take Daniel’s chin into his hand, to tilt his head back as though appraising goods at the market.

“My king,” Daniel had said then. Now he says it also, in exactly the same way. Dutiful. Max hasn’t known how to want anything else since the first time he heard it.

Then, it had been Max who had leaned in to fit their mouths together, still holding Daniel’s face. Since, there has been many more kisses shared, nights made endless with the pleasure of learning each other between sheets that both did and did not contain Daniel’s sister. Enough time for Max to fall in love.

Now, it’s Daniel who advances his touches.

Already, his front is pressed flush to Max’s back, their skin sweat-damp in every place they touch, but his hands are still seeking more. They trail down Max’s chest, grazing a nipple with his ragged thumbnail. His fingertips dance over Max’s stomach, searching for the ridges below his layers of softness. Riders muscle, Daniel likes to call it with the wicked grin Max might just burn his kingdom to the ground for.

Eventually, Daniel’s hands settle lower. They tangle into Max’s pubic hair, just above where he is moving in and out of Michelle.

With her cheek pressed into the satin of her bedsheets, each thrust punches a gasp from her that heightens the desire cresting in Max’s belly, just as much as her brothers hands. Her hair is spread out across the skin of her arched back, a waterfall of curls. They are covering the beauty mark she wears on her left shoulder, the one Max knows Daniel shares with her. Max has had them both in this position- face down and arse up- for him before.

With his chin hooked over Max’s shoulder, Daniel’s lips move steadily against the shell of his ear to remind him of this.

“Not so different from behind, I suppose, your Majesty.”

The breathy laugh that escapes from Max’s throat doesn’t hide the stutter of his hips. It makes Daniel giggle too, a sweet sound so different than his booming laugh in court. Max has become accustomed to indulging in it on the nights his sister does not join them in bed.

“I think perhaps my ass is slightly better,” Michelle lifts her head to tease. At the same time, her hand snakes between herself and the bed to begin to touch herself.

Max knows she is just as desperate for this to take as he is. She wants to lie with her own lover without the fear of a bastard child, or their own’s legitimacy being called into question by jealous members of the court.

There are already the half-true rumors over why Max had her brothers chambers moved so close to their own.

Behind Max, Daniel’s hips are moving in time with his. The hard length of him is settled against Max, rutting across the place he longs to have Daniel inside, but- Not with Michelle here.

That is kept for the two of them only, but it doesn’t stop Max yearning for it.

“Daniel,” he whimpers, tilting his head back against his shoulder, giving his lips more room to roam.

Foolishly, he wants to say something about how Daniel will somehow be as much a part of this baby as Michelle, as Max. He longs for Daniel to look at it and see his child. It is wrong, perhaps, but he is the king. The rules are his to make and break.

Daniel has always been good at knowing this.

“Close your eyes, Maxy,” he says, and the sudden switch to the tenderness this private nickname allows has Max groan, following orders where he would follow no others. “Give me your hands.”

To obey, Max has to stop the desperate thrusting of his hips. In the sudden stillness, he hears more clearly the panting of his own breath, of Michelle’s beneath him. Daniel takes his hands, and moves one into her hair.

“I like it when you pull it,” he whispers, and this is something Max has indeed discovered about Daniel, threading his hands into his curls as he has knelt before Max’s thrown to demonstrate his devotion to the crown.

Max does as instructed, is rewarded with a pulsing around his cock that has him groan.

Daniel chuckles low into his ear.

“You like that, don’t you,” he teases. “How tight I am around you.”

“Yes,” Max gasps, as Daniel leads Max’s other hand, to hold his- no, Michelle’s- waist.

“You like my hips too, don’t you,” Daniel continues, guiding Max’s fingertips to feel the wide expanse of smooth skin. “They are perfect for bearing your child, I think.”

Behind the darkness of his eyelids, Max can play along with the pretend. He can imagine it is Daniel he begins to thrust into again, that it is his skin and curls beneath his fingertips, and that finally, it is his hole that milks him dry.

As though tipped over the edge watching Max’s orgasm, Daniel’s own follows quickly, a sticky and steady pulse coating the skin of Max’s ass. When they have left Michelle’s bed and returned to theirs in the King’s chambers, Daniel will clean Max up with his mouth, will let Max suck the taste of it from his tongue, but now-

Daniel reaches past Max, for Michelle. With a steadying hands on her waist, he helps to lift her upright, until her back is pressed to Max’s chest, as Max’s is to Daniel’s. It causes Max to slip from her, and he feels the rush of wetness that follows against the tops of his thighs.

Now it is Max’s turn to watch with his chin hooked over a shoulder. Daniel takes Max’s hand again, and this time moves it to her cunt. By now, he has taught Max how to bring her pleasure, but still it is together that their fingers moving expertly between her folds. The way she grinds herself back against Max has him twitching, despite there being nothing left to spill inside her.

“There is no one else I would trust with her,” Daniel says, voice low but Max knows it is for the both of them to hear. “Or with you. You are both too precious to me.”

She comes with a shudder, just as Daniel’s lips find Max’s for a final, bruising kiss. Then, he tilts Max’s lips towards those of his wife, Daniel’s sister, as though to seal the love all three of them share, that nobody else would dare to understand.

Max kisses her and feels like a king.

#fic #max/daniel #lily writes regency au (shock)#cw incest #thank u to rand #you guys are the bestttt #i still think it kinda sucks at the begining but i cannot reread it anymore ill simply perish

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