-is it too late for a Halloween special?? (It’s literally starting to be spring)
-instead of becoming a machine herald V is turning into a vampire
-SMUT!! IM A MINOR WRITING IT CLICK OFF IF THATS UNCOMFORTABLE
-you gotta scroll to get to it I’m evil like that
-dom/top reader, m!receiving (hj), biting (it’s vampire stuff), biting on the wrist and neck, consuming blood for sustenance is felt as intimacy, teasing, overstimulation, wanting to be “out of your head”, soft aftercare
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It was 11:28 pm now, Viktor was meant to be home by now; he said, what, 9:00 pm at the latest? Granted, his work did take days if he was that focused. No matter what he always sent some kind of notice, this kind of disappearance was new so of course you immediately got dressed and found the quickest way to his lab.
“Eight pm now.. the symptoms are–ah—not what I expected.” The recorder buzzed, Viktor’s hands shook. Experiments failed or had unexpected effects all the time, but something like this hadn’t exactly happened to him before; testing on himself was also a new concept. Surviving off typical means no longer sustained him, his body was failing and he could feel it. He had been reading about alternate ways to fuel the human body, and after over a month of research he had discovered some kind of trade off: the body becomes stronger at the cost of a slightly higher need for substance. Did it specify what substance meant or what substance it could be referring to? No of course not. Did it say the body would become stronger which in turn would let him create more possibilities for the future of the undercity? In a way yes!
He groaned in pain, the migraine encasing what felt like his entire skull had him slouched in a position which would never be good for him; hands pawing at the table with his forehead against the cold metal. His legs began buckling, gripping hard onto the edge of the table. “Please..” Wailing his grip began loosening. “Zastavit!” A sting filled his eyes as a stabbing pain ripped through his mouth, it felt like certain teeth were being pulled out and stretched. His pale skin began to burn, as if the blood underneath it was being boiled. “Nemůžu..” His body crumpled to the floor, the freezing tile not cold enough to soothe the fever. Images of you filled his mind, the gentle touch which felt as if it cured all wounds at least for a moment. Was any of this worth it? To die as a failed experiment, last thing he told you being a rushed goodbye with a kiss on the cheek. “Má lásko. Zachraň mě.”
The wind was blowing in a steady breeze, with an annoyed sigh you put your hands in your pockets. Warm in the morning cold at night, when would you remember the right times to bring a coat. The lab was only open to executives at this point, which you were definitely not, but a copy of a key was easy to come by with the kind of equipment Viktor owned (and definitely knew you were using). Walking through the dark halls can be unnerving, especially with incomprehensible noises of.. pain? Coming from somewhere. Reaching the door of the lab the noises seemed to have stopped, opening the door took extra effort which is when you realized it was closed so forcefully it was pushed through the opposite side of the doorframe. “Viktor?”
It felt darker than the hallways, walking in further the sound of soft buzzing reached your ears. As did the feeling of something snapping under your foot, looking down there was a broken tape recorder. After moving your foot the buzzing stopped, it was crushed so tightly in certain areas that wires and electrical bits were spilling out. “Viktor are you here?” Getting further into the room yielded no results, just more darkness.
Out of nowhere it felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you, cold tile underneath you causing your skin to tighten. Looking up as your vision adjusted it was Viktor above you, hands clenched on your collar with foggy eyes. His voice broke; despite his soft, trembling words a stark contrast to his harsh grip and the way he tackled you from out of nowhere. “Láska.. it hurts so much.” When he spoke you noticed beneath his lips were a pair of fangs, six of them to be exact; two replaced the canines with another two next to them although slightly smaller, two on the bottom underneath the canines. His head dropped onto your shoulder, the sting caused you to wince. “What is this?” Trying to pry him off failed, he wasn’t necessarily that weak but at no point in his life would he have this kind of strength. It felt as if restraints were fixed to the ground with steel rods enforcing them. “I did not know this is what it meant—I want to take it back please make it stop.” His voice was slightly muffled, when distressed his accent got thicker which made it even harder to understand him through all of the stuttering and soft wailing.
After pleading for what felt like hours his body began to relax, the warmth of his skin also felt slightly cooler. “The—price of my.. experiment. I need a new kind of sustenance to stay alive.” Sitting up with him more or less in your lap gave him an easier time to wrap his arms around you, caging you there in a way. “Restart. Experiment, start there.” He clicked his tongue, a habit he developed when words felt overwhelming or he couldn’t process his thoughts. “I wanted to fix this—my..myself I wanted to fix myself. And at the price of humanity, I’ve developed a taste for.. the humanity of others.” With pursed lips your brows furrowed. “Viktor I love the way you talk but I need slightly more comprehensible words right now.”
“Pro lásku Boží..” His grip tightened. “It’s—bloodlust. I have an undeniable urge to rip t-through flesh.. mostly mine.” He whispered the last part, with more panic now you tried to get him off of you. “Viktor that’s doing nothing to soothe my nerves.” It was almost as if you could feel his panic. “No no! Nothing to you it—okay the uhm—I can feel your pulse and its. Messing with my head a bit. But I’m not going to hurt you it just—” You kissed the side of his face, breathing out nervously. “I trust you enough not to do more than tackle me; I just don’t understand, this.” He moved back, climbing off of you with the same foggy eyes. “I’ve made a bad decision, I have traded my weaknesses for.. some kind of hunger. It’s beneath my skin and it feels revolting.”
He looked at you with eyes so scared it felt like he assumed you’d start berating him. “Miláček even if you didn’t make.. whatever decision this is. I still care for you, so much. Viktor I love you, and no matter what I will continue to love you. Even if you are about to rip open my skin.” The timing might’ve been off but it was an attempt at a joke, he smiled but it obviously helped a minimal amount at best. Sighing, you stood up; despite having some kind of newfound strength he was still just as light, if not lighter. Picking him up and (as gently as possible) dropping him onto a chair, sitting on the desk in front of it so he could have the back support.
“It came with a fever, the kind that you can feel cold air through. But the cold does nothing. And my mouth—” He reached a hand up and carded it through his hair, breathing picking up. “—it was as if my teeth were growing and I could feel it in the roots. It all hurts so much.” His hands slid down his face, then clasping together in his lap as he slouched forward. “The hunger.” When you spoke he looked up, clearly confused.
You looked at him, head tilted slightly. “You mentioned bloodlust. What does it feel like?” He sputtered and licked his lip before speaking. “It—I don’t even know. It is.. a taste for blood of some kind. In my heart I know something like this is monstrous I know that. But I can’t help the feeling it comes with closeness.” He looked up at you, still slouched; from this angle even in the darkness it felt as if his eyes glowed, they bore through you with such intensity it made no sense with how softly he was gazing upon you. “The idea of.. having your blood in my mouth, the very essence of your living being. It sounds like some kind of sick comfort. And I’m..” He groaned in frustration. “I’m not sure what to do with that thought.”
Using the tip of your shoe you pulled the chair forward, the sudden movement caused Viktor to stumble slightly and knock his head against you. Trying to hold back a smile you intertwined your fingers in his hair, scratching along his scalp as he relaxed. Whatever happened, whatever he did to himself; obviously stressed him out, a blind man could see that. With a tired exhale he laid his head against your thighs, fingers tracing along the skin. “It’s indescribable. Like I can feel your pulse and blood flowing.. very unsettling. Actually.” With brows furrowed you mumbled a joking ‘huh’. You slid your hand to the back of his head, tilting it up to you softly. “How do you feel?” His expression showed more sarcasm, as did his tone. “Like I’ve just been experimented on by a doctor who dropped out a week before finals. How are you má lásko?” Scratching forward along his scalp he laid his head down again, slender fingers reaching up to pull your hand down to him. Shaking more than normal as he traced along your knuckles, up and back down your fingers; pressing gently along the most visible veins in your wrist. “I can feel these as well, I don’t like it I’ll be honest.” He kissed the skin softly, lingering there for a moment too long.
“You have fangs.” Without moving his head he shifted his gaze up. “Excuse me?” Pushing your finger softly on his cheek you traced it over his lips. “For the bloodlust, you have fangs.” Parting his lips slightly you pushed your index finger past his lips, finding the top fangs and pressing upwards. Looking up at you he was clearly confused; wincing when your finger made contact with his teeth, still mildly sensitive. Breathing out sharply when you felt the point break skin you pushed slightly harder, rubbing the blood against his bottom lip while pulling your finger out. “See? Fangs.” His tongue slid out against his bottom lip and anywhere your blood touched him.
He groaned in frustration, hiding his face back on your thighs. “Sakra. You are doing this on purpose..” Rotating your finger around you had made a sharp enough puncture for a few small drops to land on your thigh, obviously it stung but nothing worse than a paper cut. “What if you die because you don’t act on this hunger? I’m sure you dying wasn’t the point of this experiment..” The way his fingers pressed into your thigh made it feel like he could claw through them, but as his head lay in your lap you knew it would never come close to that; it also might’ve been the fact that when he did finally look up at you it was with the neediest eyes he’d given you in a while.
The tip of your boot linked with the chair he was sitting in again, pulling it closer to you. “Sit up vědec.” The way he leaned back felt like something out of a painting, one arm draped over the armrest with his head tilted back. His breathing was unsteady, clothes messy and loose from trying to stop the heat. “Not that far..” You pressed your foot next to his leg on the chair, more or less caging him in this position. Tugging up your sleeve and folding over the cuff he shook his head. “This is dangerous. I don’t want to hurt you—” Once again attempting to make a poorly timed joke you brushed hair out of his face. “We’ve done worse than this are you serious?” Shaking his head again he looked at you with those needy eyes. “Worse than drinking blood? You must be mistaken..” He was trying to play along with your joke but it was clear he was extremely uneasy.
“Try it, see how you feel. If it’s awful and you hate it we won’t ever come close to doing this again. The same applies for me.” He swallowed, shaky fingers clasping around your forearm as he moved closer. Breathing out slowly before suddenly sinking his fangs into your wrist. Your brows furrowed with the sudden pain as you began taking deep breaths to relax, the puncture itself wasn’t so bad it was the removal that hurt. His tongue sliding over the wounds as he sucked gently was an interesting sensation, not unpleasant, just interesting.
When he pulled away he quickly wiped his mouth and made an annoyed noise. “This is—disgusting. Honestly.” He frowned. “How does it feel?” Clicking his tongue he looked up at you. “See that is exactly the problem. I am drinking what is a mixture of blood and saliva and it. It feels good. And I feel calmer—it just makes me truly realize how big of a mistake I’ve made doing this.” Covering his face with his hands he groaned, then moving them as he started talking with his hands. “It feels like I’m using you as some sort of—I don’t even know! But this does not feel mutual and I dislike that very much.”
“That’s alright, it doesn’t need to happen then.” With a nonverbal allusion you lifted him up carefully, taking his spot on the chair while he sat in your lap. The moment felt comfortable, soft, he was relaxed and that’s all you could ask for. “How’s the body pain now? There’s something about you that feels steadier I guess, I figure this is a symptom of your experiment.” He hummed, thinking long enough as if he was evaluating every inch of himself. “I feel stronger, it feels like a perpetual stretch though. Painful but not enough to count as pain.. if that makes sense at all.” You nodded, mindlessly dragging your fingers up and down the folds and textures of his clothing. “I feel tense, it feels like a physical reaction of extreme anxiety but with none of.. with less of the mental strain.” He continued, grumbling as he placed his head on your shoulder.
“Do you want something to help with the stress? It won’t be permanent but maybe for tonight you can put these problems aside. We can figure them out tomorrow.” He nodded, the words seemed to enter his mind but take longer to process.
Viktor sighed, warm air indirectly flowing along your neck. “It might be an inappropriate time to ask you something like this.” You could feel his eyes closing, more or less hiding his face in your neck. “I don’t want to be in my head, it feels so busy and overwhelming and.. I need help.” After pressing a kiss to his hairline you began helping him undo the remaining buttons still connected on his shirt.
Despite his clear want there was no presence of urgency, simply content with you helping him loosen his clothes. Knowing you’d take care of him created a feeling of comfortability, breathing heavier against your neck as his hands became clumsier. His pants came next, getting them down to about his thighs; if he wanted he could pull them down further on his own.
For some, the rough treatment of being manhandled and grabbed would cause a fluttery mind. But it was always how gentle you were with Viktor that did it for him; how the pads of your fingers pressed down the muscles in his back, how you would hold his hand, kiss all over him. Nothing created such empty space in his head like how soft you were with him.
His legs twitched, a sign he was still supporting them, with a drag of your fingers down his stomach and over his thighs the tension began to subside. Laying your fingers on his lower stomach your palm was growing closer to his cock, making sure to support his waist as he lifted up slightly to help you get his underwear down.
It was common for him to go nonverbal during moments like this, which is why you took things slower than another person might be accustomed to. It gave Viktor enough time to process what was happening and then pick a different communication method to tell you to slow down or stop.
His breathing grew heavier as he let his weight sink onto you and the chair; swallowing with shallower breaths when your fingers traced over him.
Teasing him, especially in a state of stress would be nothing short of cruel. Tonight or rather what would become this morning, was a comforting distraction. Settling your closed hand at the base of his cock the movements that followed were gentle, slick; you could feel his throat contract as he swallowed, forehead pressed against your skin. Pushing his hips up was no use while his legs were so weak—it had him making a noise of frustration. To counter this you moved your hand with slightly more pressure, deepening the strokes.
Viktor’s words became nonsensical, a mess of ‘please’ ‘faster’ and a slur of noises. The fog behind his eyes growing heavier. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear with one hand grasping his waist had him begging for more help. Even in the cool atmosphere of the laboratory he still managed to start overheating, his senses flooded with constant stimuli. Through the gentle yet heavy movements against his cock he felt a tension snap, whining while he aimlessly gripped the fabric of your clothes.
In a hazy, delirious state of mind it felt like some kind of instinct to sink his teeth into your neck. The pressure stung but it subsided after a moment; thumbing over his tip you began moving your hand again. Pulling blood from your neck his head grew fuzzier.
A calm and calculated scientist, never skipping a beat in his work; drunk on blood and lust.
With a sputter he let his head fall back, hair falling around his face, blood leaking down his lips. Viktor exhaled before swallowing, his fingers spasming with a loose grip upon you. “One more—má lásko please.” Returning his head to its previous position on your shoulder his breathing became shallow, trying to regain himself. With gentle strokes—more rubbing with your fingers and thumb actually, he laid his weight on your body and whined.
After a softer moment he began pushing his hips up, as well as trying to get his bare skin anywhere yours matched. Picking up longer motions with your hand you rested your other against his waist, fingers wrapping around the curve. “Still so perfect Viktor..” Sweet nothings whispered into his ear, the praise would normally be met with a noise of embarrassment or some rebuttal. But not now, not while his head was filled with nothing but the feeling of your warmth. Shutting his eyes tighter his hips sputtered, body falling almost limp as he came again. The sudden weight had you almost making a joke about him falling but you decided against it as you supported him better into your lap.
Viktor’s breathing was heavy, his legs almost instinctively curled up and would’ve stayed that way if not for the sensitivity. Your fingers traced against his waist and against the bottom of his ribs, squeezing him softly. “Are you still thinking?” He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “Only about how I’d like to do that again, perhaps after a long nap.” You smiled with a soft laugh, holding him in a brief respite before helping him get more dressed than he currently was. “A long nap for you then.” Offering him his cane which had been discarded much earlier in the night, and a hand to help him walk you headed home. The laboratory could always be cleaned tomorrow. Or Jayce could get to it and Viktor could be kept a bit late in the morning, Jayce surely wouldn’t mind.
-super small blurb I want to get this out before my shift today
-au where he gets help for his conditions sooner and you share a cozy apartment in piltover
-viktor has a severe femoral anteversion in his right leg (this is speculated to be canon). I have this condition in both of my legs so I’m writing from my own experiences
-viktor and reader use Czech petnames :(
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The soft ‘clink’ of mechanical binds unlatching had started to become a routine noise; your fingers turned the mechanism on the lower part of the leg brace, loosening it so you could unlatch this section like the previous one. After you removed the brace from his leg Viktor stretched which resulted in pops that sounded less than healthy. Instinctively, the leg returned to its inward position.
“I can take the brace off on my own you know this no?” His eyes were fixated on your hands, no matter how many times he expressed his own independence it did feel nice to be cared for without the motive of pity. “Obviously you can do it on your own, but today it seemed more severe so I want to help.” You got up off of the bed and sat the brace in its designated place, on your way back you grabbed the heating pad which had been warming for a few minutes. “Where is the most pain?” He sighed and leaned back up against the pillows; dressed down from work in his looser fitting slacks and a dress shirt unbuttoned past his collarbone. “In the calf, the muscles are all tight and–” He sighed again, this time in frustration. You placed the heating pad under his leg, with tired eyes he looked at you, still with nothing short of admiration. “Thank you láska, I do appreciate this I hope you know.”
Viktor closed his eyes and leaned his head back; he felt for your hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I do know..uhmm miláček?” Opening his eyes he looked up at you and smiled. “You have been practicing, for me I assume?” With a small laugh you leaned down to rest your forehead against his. “Only you Viktor.”
Do we think the major arcane characters match a tarot card? “Major arcane” and “major arcana” are pretty close, maybe their final states in the show can be reflected by one of the major arcana and/or what they represent
-basically an angst blurb about viktor’s deteriorating health
-I can’t let anyone be happy :/
-I’m still a minor, don’t like don’t read
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Those hands, those beautiful hands. Fingers so slender and knuckles a beautiful flushed contrast to his pale complexion. Those hands which held yours so gently, squeezing ever so softly while focused. These beautiful hands which tremble now and grasp at you for stability. These frail hands which grow slimmer each passing day, skin becoming sickly pale.
Those eyes, those beautiful eyes. A kind of color you’d find when submerging amber inside of honey, the beauty of them when the sun shines in such a perfect way against the irises. Those eyes which narrow in concentration and fail to wink when an awful joke is made; eyes which gaze at you with nothing but the purest of love. These eyes, unable to meet your own. These eyes which once held the excitement of each new day now growing more dull, brushed off glances passing your way.
That voice, that beautiful voice. An accent laced in stutters and nervous laughter. That voice which never seemed to hold much strength, and yet grew to speak so proudly. Words of teasing infatuation always following the sound of your own voice, the easy to catch tone shift when he smiled so evident when you caught his eye. This voice tired and worn, able to be heard in between sighs and swallows. Coughing and a low tone, able to keep this voice from sounding too scratchy. This voice which gives distracted hums and distant mumbles.
That form, that beautiful form. Such a genius mind held up by such a scrawny body. That form which constantly smiled at you, trying to hold in laughter when a counselor said something foolish. Pale skin shifting into rosiness when you placed your hands on his shoulders and whispered endearments. This form; never having been the most filled, now just short of a skeleton covered in cloth. Shrunken cheekbones and defined features for the worst belonging to this form.
Your mind wanders, it always does. To times where you ran ahead of him when walking along the docks, when you unfortunately fell in and brought him down with you. Can you still recognize his voice?
The beautiful voice belonging to a wonder in the scientific field. The voice which no longer has the same man using it to speak, the man you met oh so many years ago.
And yet this isn’t it, he will recover. He will gain his excitement for life again, of course.
hello there i crave tim wright content tehee!! i need to see him heal and get better and become the best version of himself and stop fearing for his life and safety. also i would like to adopt a cat with him in an ideal world. (/platonic)
Feel safe at times.
(platonic) Tim Wright x GN!Reader
-marble hornets spoilers
-this is in a universe where Tim moves to some rainy city and is no longer haunted by a blunt wearing a suit
-lame ass dialogue because I don’t talk to people and don’t know how people talk
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It had been what; three, no, closer to four years since you became a roommate. You met him while volunteering at a mental health support group, he introduced himself as Tim; he explained that he had moved in hopes of avoiding a stalker which had been ‘driving his friends away and putting them in danger’. He felt so much guilt revolving around the situation that even when fleeing was the only way to keep himself safe he wished for some kind of punishment after not being able to help his friends. At the bare minimum that’s what he confessed to the support group.
After about a year of getting to know each other he started opening up about what really happened, about the supernatural aspect of it. In the moment it sounded absurd, something you’d read in a comic; but you never doubted him. Something he was more than grateful for. The conversation ended up shifting into ‘general living’ which led to the discovery he had been paying for and switching through hotels for the last year. The details are a bit fuzzy but he made some kind of joke about ‘oh yeah like I’ll just start living with you’, he always sounded so dry when he tried to make jokes; which is exactly why you thought he was serious. Hoping to get your friend out of a bad situation you agreed, which made him confused, and then you equally as confused.
After explaining that he was joking, you were serious, and that his living situation really sucked, he agreed to let you split pay for a few more months in the hotels. Throughout this time things got worse, he had run out of medication and few times and ended up going through an episode or two where he just didn’t leave the hotel rooms. Still; you were there for him, and he appreciated that, he always did.
Two years into your friendship now he had started seeing a therapist, leaving out the supernatural elements or replacing them entirely with more human events. He was registered with different doctors who were more equipped to help him in the specific ways he suffered mentally. Things seemed better, the final piece was where he was living.
On a random day late fall the two of you were on a walk, it was cold enough to make your skin tighten but the drinks you had gotten kept the cold from getting too bad. As of late you had been introducing him to herbal tea, the flavors felt better than that of coffee and wouldn’t deprive him of any more much needed sleep.
“I don’t like this flavor.” You looked at him as if his eye had just rolled out onto the ground. “Tim. Thats chamomile. Everyone likes chamomile.” He looked back at you with an expression a toddler would make when given something they dislike. “I don’t.” Gently, you took the cup out of his hand; he made some kind of confused noise when you put your own cup under his fingers. “Okay?” He always sounded a bit frustrated, right now he was just confused. “We’re friends, friends share things.” He looked away, kind of a half eye-roll. “Yeah like weird demons that ruin your life and kill people.” He looked back, upon seeing that you didn’t laugh at his less than lighthearted joke he looked away again. “Sorry.” After elbowing him softly as an ‘apology accepted’ you urged him to try your drink, some kind of lavender and peppermint mix. He didn’t say anything; but the way he continued drinking it, unlike his own, said it was at least better than chamomile.
“Y’know that conversation we had like. A year ago?” He didn’t say anything, you assumed that meant no. “Okay anyways, it was about you living with me. You phrased it as a joke but I was serious. You’re my best friend, and.. you’ve been doing a lot better since I first met you, I feel like living in hotels won’t keep you staying healthy. You need an actual place to get comfortable in.” He sighed, noticing him fidgeting you looked down; he quit smoking a while back but when he was overly anxious he often fidgeted as if he was snapping open a lighter. “You don’t need to say yes. I just want you to know that the option’s there if you feel ready.” Keeping your eyes forward while walking you made sure not to look at him for a response, it felt too awkward. He took a sip from the drink and cleared his throat. “I mean. If you’re gonna kill me? I want to move in a lot less.” You smiled. “Okay weirdo.” He elbowed you gently, the drink you had taken from him making a light noise in the cup. His way of agreeing to things couldn’t be normal.
Three years now, he’d finally gotten fully moved in. Seeing him comfortable was always nice, he was still on edge when leaving the house but to say there was no improvement would be a lie. The door opened with some difficulty, the shuffling of getting one shoe off and.. something getting stuck in the door? Tim got up from the couch, the sound of a documentary on wolves being lowered as he stood, tossing the remote onto the couch. “You got a head in that box?” Looking up at him wide eyed, box in your arms while one foot was stuck in the door. “,,no.” He took the box from you while you got your other shoe off. “You sure? Somethings wobbling around.” You waved your arms, grabbing the box from him; walking over to the couch and setting the box down on it. “On a scale of 1-10 how good are you feeling today.” He crossed his arms, looking down at the box then at you. “6. What’s in the box.” Gently you lifted the cardboard flaps, a confused chittering escaped it when the flaps were pushed down. “That better not be what I think it is.” With a fake pouting voice you looked at him while picking the cat up. “But I already named him socks (｡•́︿•̀｡)”
✦reminder! I am a minor, if you feel uncomfortable regarding that you should click away
✦please specify if you’d like the writing to be platonic or romantic
✦I am in school full time and have a job. I’m really sorry if you request something and it takes forever to get to it!!
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𖦹 What am I comfortable writing?
-fluff, angst, smut
-sub character x dom reader (i prefer top reader but i can do vers)
-I can do male/female/non binary/any kind of reader (If the readers identity is a crucial thing specify afab/amab/etc and their gender identity. If that’s important)
𖦹 What will I refuse to write?
-things I am not educated in, abuse from reader/character onto reader/character, minor x adult, noncon of any kind, extreme sexual gore, incest, ageplay/sexual age regression
𖦹 Grey areas?
-topics like sh or ed, I can write non glorifying comfort for them but I’ll preface and end with places you can call or check out if you need support
-sub reader x dom character (it’s very dependent on what character)
