make me your villain.

hades, they/them, 22, ao3

[natsukasas]

i made an enstars character sorter! find out how your characters rank against each other!

[natsukasas]

What's you're ao3? Whenever I click on a fanfic to read they don't let me. So I want to type it instead thank you 😊

hi! all the fics i have posted here are currently under anonymous and only available to registered users because i wasn’t the happiest with them :( but if you have an ao3 account and search the title they should appear!!

[jacenyra]

| helaegon anidala aesthetic | for @aegoniis

[natsukasas]

the wretched

a gravesgarza fic

rating: E

warning: smut, hate sex, vaginal fingering, wall sex, dirty talk

word count: 2,592

The fabric of her shirt stayed crumpled even after he released it, moving one hand to fist in her hair. Dragging her head back, he loomed over her, staring with contempt. The moan she let out shocked her, his hand in her hair sent tingles down her spine, a warmth in her gut. Graves chuckled with a snide smile, “Like that, did you?” She cried out as he jerked his fistful of hair, “Like it when I pull your hair? Just like all the boys on the playground did?” Valeria pushed, putting her hands on his chest, and shoving him back into the rickety chair. She panted as they stared at each other, “Keep your filthy hands to yourself, pendejo.”

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[natsukasas]

holy water, there can be no tears

a jacemond fic

rating: M

warning: alternate universe - cults, drugs, far cry 5 au, modern au, non-consensual drug use, scarification, kidnapping, religious imagery & symbolism, dead dove: do not eat, non-consensual tattooing

word count: 2,214

series: will a devil's friend hide in the dark?

collection: hotd themed week: seven deadly sins @hotdthemedweek

The first time they met, Aemond tried to drown him. Boney hands digging into soft shoulders, bruising and tainting. Water down throats, choking and suffocating. The Bliss in the water made everything fuzzy, white sparks floating across his vision.  It was cold on the riverbank, colder still in the river. The only light was coming from the headlights of a cult van, shining directly onto the congregation gathered near the water. Big sky country. Jace finally understood why it was called that. It was…unnerving to be in such an open area, only surrounded by trees. He was used to cluttered streets and high-rises, not open skies and empty fields. He had never seen anything clearer than the night sky in Montana, the stars shining so brightly, a beacon to all those looking for home.

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[patrice-bergerons]

I don't understand why more people don't comment on fics from a perfectly self serving perspective. Do readers not realise they are often the difference in how much fic they get from a writer they like in their fandom?

I don't know, maybe we are not supposed to say this as writers, given the prevaling write for yourself uwu culture these days, but I've had instances where I only meant to drop one fic for a small pairing and dip but that fic got such a warm reception -- and by that I don't mean hundreds of kudos, I mean a handful of people who took time out of their days to leave meaningful comments that went beyond 'I loved this!' -- that I ended up writing ten more. Conversely, I've written fics I was simply compelled to write but the reception was so lukewarm, I moved onto more fertile ground once the brain worms were satisfied, even though I had ten more ideas I could have explored for the same pairing. And I've seen so many other writers do the same.

I personally don't comment on every fic I read -- exhaustion gets in the way -- so it would be hypocritical for me to expect the same of anyone else, but man, it baffles me that other people don't strategise in their commenting, that when they see a writer they love they don't go extra hard on fics that don't have much interaction or for writers that are a bit more needy -- yet another thing one does utter in polite society -- not out of any sense of gratitude or anything like that but just to get more good fic, just from perfect selfishness.

[natsukasas]

why god gave us hands

a ghostsoap fic

rating: E

warning: animal play, master/pet, prostate milking, cages, puppy play, praise kink, ball play, puppy soap

word count: 1,898

His boy whined, creeping around the side of his desk to stand at his elbow. Collapsing to his knees, he pawed at Ghost’s elbow, begging for his regular pets. Soap loved having his hair stroked, often planting his head on the larger man’s thigh and nudging at his arm like a needy puppy.  Whimpering louder, Soap shoved himself under the desk and between Ghost’s legs. It was nice here, surrounded completely, head shoved between warm thighs and nose pressed to Simon’s dick, sniffing at the deep musk. He was a pushy one, always thrusting himself into Ghost’s space, begging for attention. He was a good boy though. Most of the time. 

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[natsukasas]

set those sinners free

a jacegan fic

rating: E

warning: predator/prey, alternate universe - cults, far cry 5 au, modern au, animal play (if you squint), cages, non-consensual drug use, brainwashing, blood and gore, starvation, hair-pulling, scarification, dead dove: do not eat

word count: 3,285

series: will a devil's friend hide in the dark?

collection: hotd themed week: seven deadly sins @hotdthemedweek

“Now, the Collapse is upon us. And when a nation that has never known hunger or desperation descends into madness, we’ll be ready.” Cregan reaches for the table holding the projector next to Jace and grabs something from it. The box. He hears it in his nightmares, sometimes he thinks he hears it while he’s awake. Following him over the hills and through the trees. Never letting him go. 

Cregan’s eyes never left him, focusing on him so completely that everything else disappeared. He fiddled with the music box, turning the crank before flipping it so it faced Jace. “We cull the herd. We will do what needs to be done.”

And everything disappeared in a haze of red. 

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[natsukasas]

he was here (and here)

a jacegan fic

rating: E

warning: spanking, butt plugs, light bondage, masochism, jace is a masochist, light cock and ball torture, established relationship, riding crops, size difference, light animal play, smut, AU — modern

word count: 5,481

collection: jacegan week 2023

He fantasised about standing in front of the full-length mirror next to their shower, poking and prodding at the dark purple-blue bruises, the marks attaching themselves to him almost as if they were a physical representation of the love they shared. Jace was proud to wear Cregan’s marks no matter how often his family teased him for it.

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[jacenyra]

| helaegon hades x persephone aesthetic |

[natsukasas]

raspberry lollipops

a rhaegon fic

rating: E

warning: smut, step-sibling incest, AU: modern universe, intercrural sex, gags, vaginal fingering, pussy spanking, AU - aegon is rhaenyra's older step-brother, blindfold

word count: 1,879

He could see her panties. The short plaid skirt she wore rose up her thighs and the pale pink silk curved around her ass, cupping the hidden lips of her pussy. She was leaning over the kitchen counter propped on her elbows, her ass pushed out. Her slick red lips were wrapped around a raspberry-flavoured lollipop and she was twirling her moonlit ponytail around her pointer finger. 

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[natsukasas]

you smell like love

a helaegon fic

rating: G

warnings: character study, angst and fluff, domestic fluff, kid fic

word count: 1,867

Staring at the ceiling, Aegon knew that come morning everything would go back to how it normally was. The children to their nursery to play, Helaena to the gardens to search for bugs to add to her collection and him to the Street of Silk to drink and whore his way through the day. He closed his eyes and sighed, relaxed into the bed and cradled the small warmth of his daughter to his chest. Drifting to sleep, he desperately hoped that one-day things would be different. That one day he could be a father and husband that his family could be proud of.

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[natsukasas]

beddings and weddings

a jacebaela fic

rating: E

warnings: smut, wedding night, overstimulation, first time, incest

word count: 1,353

series: lessons on beddings

“Where did you learn that?” Jace gasped, closing his eyes. “Learn what?” Baela mumbled, already falling asleep. “That squeeze thing.” “Oh. Aegon taught me,” Jace stared before turning his head to face the ceiling. “Of course he did.”

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[natsukasas]

beddings and beer

a jacegon fic

rating: E

warnings: smut, rimming, drunk sex, incest

word count: 1,886

series: lessons on beddings

“I thought bedding just involved…bedding? Not any of this,” Jace stares at him. “That’s what the Maester’s told you, they’re a bunch of old fucks that wouldn’t know a cunt if they were staring right at one,” Aegon sneers.

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[natsukasas]

run

a helaemond fic

rating: E

warnings: smut, knife play, predator/prey play, implied/referenced cheating, rough sex, consensual non-con, sibling incest

word count: 3,083

He tightened his hold on her when he felt her struggling, leaned down to her ear and whispered one word. “Run.”

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[natsukasas]

how do i look away now that i've seen you?

a rhaegon fic

rating: E

warnings: watersports, brother/sister incest

word count: 1,358

Another cramp struck his gut and he hunched over clutching it. Aegon breathed carefully, waiting for the pain to pass before he continued up the stairs. Why am I doing this? He bemoaned, shuffling around the landing and moving onto the last set of stairs. Rhaenyra had mentioned that he looked like he had gained some weight and had oh-so-helpfully suggested that perhaps you should start taking the stairs! 

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[natsukasas]

they turned him into a nightmare, so i'm going to be theirs

a helys fic

rating: E

warnings: blood and injury, rape/non-con elements, dead dove: do not eat, light genital torture, vaginal fingering, bondage, mild gore, nude photos, AU - modern setting, smut, infidelity

word count: 1,044

for: @sapphicrhaegon

Her blood soaked hands stained the back of her phone case, obscuring the polaroid she had of her children with their favourite uncle. She leant down, repositioning herself for another photo. The flash sparked again, highlighting the damage done to the cunt in front of her. It was hard to see, under all the blood, but she could tell it was swollen and pulsing, still slowly seeping shiny blood and milky cum. 

She reached up and rubbed at her face, smearing blood across her lips and chin. Alys was still raging and struggling, despite the knots tying her down. Helaena’s mother made her enter a girl scouts troop when she was younger, Helaena was only excited for the wilderness adventures so that she could find new bugs to bring home. She thought that all the time she had spent learning various knots would be pointless, she would never have a use for it. 

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