#cy writes

[luvjwy11]

vi x reader 𐙚⋆.˚

cw: piercings, overstimulation, sub!vi, dom!reader, oral fixation

18+ | nsfw content ahead

men and minors dni.

vi gets her clit pierced, reader didn't know, its been a few months since the piercing healed and vi surprises the reader with it. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

vi had been keeping a secret from you, and it's a little silver barbell pierced through the hood of her clit. you've always had an oral fixation, sucking on vi’s fingers during sex, sucking on her tits, sucking on her strap, and even her clit, but a period came where she always wanted to use the strap and top you, and you? you didn't complain, not once.

today was different though, things were heated, making out in your shared bedroom, with her on top of you, sitting on your lap, grinding on you, and softly moaning. you could only moan because it's a rare sight for vi to be the one sitting on your lap and grinding on you, it was always the roles reversed.

“mmm, feels so good, baby.” she whispers, before kissing your neck, hotly, open mouthed, practically teasing your hot skin with her tongue as it made your cunt feel the nerves making you wetter. your hands were on her hips, her waist, sliding up her tank top and groping her tits, pinching the pierced dusky pink nipples as you moan into her mouth like you were the one getting touched.

vi was absolutely ruined by it.

“fuck, you're touching me so good.” she moaned softly, still focused on leaving hickeys on your neck now, but her hand was holding onto your wrist, guiding it to her boxers as she asks for you there—for the first time in at least two months.

you gasp, feeling her bush, biting on her shoulder softly as your hand travels lower, until you feel It. solid, two small balls, on top of her clit and under her clit. you freeze, and vi is moaning into your ear.

“fuck, is this why you've been topping all this time? jesus, vi—when did you even get this?” you asked, pulling vi away to lower the boxers and getting a good look if the pierced clit by spreading her lips, making her clit so exposed and vulnerable, your pupils practically dilating.

“fuck.”

vi smiles, removing her boxers fully as you gather some of her slick from her dripping cunt, earning a gasp and a soft moan.

“can I? please, please, please? fuck, please, vi.” you beg, pathetically. you're practically whimpering as you bite down on your bottom lip, your slick covered thumb ghosting over the pierced bundle of nerves.

“oh? go on, baby, it's for you.” she says, letting her hips move forward so your thumb finally meets her clit, you moaned feeling how vi’s clit practically jumped at the touch, and you gently moved, not so rushed, scared you'd hurt her, but she started to move her hips, practically using the pad of your thumb making you moan before sucking on her pierced tits.

“mmm—fuck, fuck, fuck.” you moan, and vi keens. you pull away before looking at the piercing again, mouth open as you lick your lips and look up at vi with such a pathetic look.

“sit on my face, please? please, i'll make you feel so good, I promise.” you beg.

vi’s breathless, her chest heaving, sweat trickling down her back as she pushes you down on the bed, adjusting her position to hover right above your lips as she spreads her pussy for your gaze.

“yeah? my good girl is gonna be so good for me, huh?” she says, teasing you. lowering her lips, letting your mouth chase after it when she pushed herself back up before you grab her hips and finally sit her down on you making her gasp and hold onto the headboard.

“fuck! oh shit— slow down—o-oh fuck.” she babbles, trying to keep her composure as your tongue flicked on her pussy, collecting her juices, swallowing, before your lips focused on her pierced clit—making her cum for the first time that night.

it took about two orgasms before she was begging you to slow down, but you made her lay comfortably on the bed before wringing out about two more orgasms with her begging you to stop.

she was so sensitive, so overstimulated that her clit was pulsing, and her eyes were watery, but you?

you wanted one last round.

with her thighs practically squeezing your head in place, and your mouth gently sucking and licking on her sensitive swollen and tired pussy, she squirts. thighs shaking, hips twitching as spurts of her saccharine fluid get on your face, the sheets, and her thighs. and your mouth? blessed, finally off of her as you gently leave kisses on her hot skin, her thighs twitch a little at the feeling as she pants, before she's a whimpering sensitive mess for you.

a/n: uh, first post, kinda nervous lol. also, this was written in a span of thirty minutes because I had a thought about it, if you guys see errors or it's just so direct—it's probably because it was 1:00 am and I have work the next day. xoxo

[homestuck-shitposts]

DaveKat Arranged Marriage AU

the trolls and humans are warring kingdoms

Feferi and co. manage to oust the Condesce and call for a ceasefire, eventually leading to peace talks

Fef's idea for a peace treaty (or sth) is an arranged marriage between a troll and a human

Karkat agrees to be the troll to do it because the arrangement will necessitate the troll foregoing quadrants and contributing to the gene pool, and since he's already bad at the first and really shouldn't do the second (being a mutant), he's not actually giving up much

Fef's envoys present this offer to the humans, but the envoys have another agenda and have already picked the human participant

Dave's Bro (actually his (and Dirk's) father) was a brutally sadistic soldier and should by rights be executed for his war crimes, but since Fef is trying to avoid any more bloodshed, the envoys decide to use the arrangement to hold Bro's remaining kid (Dave) hostage

(Dirk disappeared a few years back, presumed dead, and Bro kinda went off the deep end and claimed that the trolls ate him, which is also when Bro started doing some Real Fucked Up Shit)

(so the envoys were thinking "okay, dude's clearly attached to his kids, so if we threaten to execute the second one, that should get him to behave, right?")

anyway, Dave doesn't know anything about this, just that he's been selected to marry some troll Commander as part of a peace treaty

(nobody but the troll envoys, the human representatives, and Bro knows about the true nature of the arrangement)

Dave is pretty grumpy about the whole deal, thinking he'd be marrying some butch troll commander lady (all he was told was "Commander" so he just assumed)

he doesn't find out it's a (short, stocky) dude until the actual ceremony, at which point Dave's just determined to be the most difficult husband

which both confuses and pisses off Karkat bc he's under the assumption that Dave consented to the arrangement, so why the fuck is he being so fucking annoying???

Karkat finds out the truth about the arrangement sometime later (pretty much right after Fef learns of it, and she tells him ASAP)

so now they're all wondering if Dave is bent the same way Bro is

Karkat's pretty sure that even if he is, Dave isn't nearly as skilled or experienced as Bro, but he still gets a bit more cautious around Dave and studies him more

and now Dave is weirded out by Karkat's change in attitude

eventually Dave's made aware of everything, at which point he kinda breaks down

Dave confesses that he's supposed to be acting as a spy/mole for Bro, and now he's scared he's gonna be executed

Karkat is just like "fuck no, not happening" and explains all this to Fef, also essentially declaring that Dave is under his protection

Dave warms up to Karkat a lot after all this

anyway, now they all have to figure out what Bro's up to and how to stop him

(also, Dirk's not actually dead)

shenanigans!

(After about a month of creative blockage likely at least exacerbated by medication bullshit, I've actually been writing bits and pieces of this one. It's also the only current idea I have that has an actual plot, so. May as well share it a bit.)

[cy-fi-theansweris42]

So @keferon's Empurata Prowl posts are living rent-free in my mind, lol. I just had to write out the scene from this post so look out for the angst below the cut!

(Tumblr please don't kill my formatting--)

There's someone in front of him.

Prowl doesn't dare make a move, doesn't dare let the mech in front of him know he's awake and aware now. Doing so runs the risk of them putting him under again if they're an enemy, removing all possibility of escape (awake the chance is small; 25%. Unconscious— he doesn't need to run those numbers to know it's zero).

He will not lose this chance.

He waits, hoping his vision will improve enough that he can see more than the darkened silhouette moving in front of him, that his hearing will lose the staticky quality it took on the moment he regained consciousness and he might recognize a voice. It's taking every ounce of willpower he has to keep his doorwings from fluttering ever so slightly to gather data on his surroundings.

It's taking everything in him not to run away as the restraints are undone, to keep his doorwings from flaring high and wide to scream stay away, danger, threat in a way that a small buried part of him wants to scream.

(He will ignore that part. Emotions have no place in trying to plan an escape. Fear can cause one to act too soon, to lash out when they should be biding their time waiting for the moment with the highest chance of escape. Tactically, emotions lower the chance of a successful escape.)

He has to wait, he cannot lose this chance to escape over something as trivial as emotions. Not when that runs the risk of more being done to him.

He will not let them do anything else to him.

So Prowl stays as still as possible as the final restraint is removed, not daring to try and run. Not yet. They would be prepared for him to try and escape the moment he could, they would plan for it. If he waits, pretends he's not aware enough to realize he's free to move, they may slip up, may give him the chance to escape successfully.

…Or he could be missing the only opportunity he'll have, and he doesn't even know it.

He doesn't know enough. There's too many unknown variables.

Number of enemies: 1 (or more) Location: Unknown Route to exit: Unknown Status of allies: Unknown Chance of successful escape: Unable to accurately calculate (no more than 30% at best).

He wishes he could see more, see who's in front of him, who the taller mech who just came close enough for him to notice is (had he been there the entire time?). He wishes this static in his audials would go away so he could hear what was being said. He wishes he could move his doorwings freely and know if he was surrounded by enemies instead of just not knowing.

(He wishes he had his hands still, he doesn't know if he'll be good enough of a shot with this claws. He wishes he had his face still, this singular optic being a screaming sign of what was done to him and he was helpless to stop it. He wishes he knew what all they did to him, what did they do, what did they do to him—).

He can't help it. He needs to know.

His doorwings twitch, just enough to tell him the two mechs in front of him are the only others in the room. It's enough to catch the smaller one's attention. There's noise, maybe speech, and he can make out their hands coming towards him—

Their hands are coming towards his head, his neck, he thinks he sees needles, and he can't just stand there anymore.

Prowl feels his new claw dig through metal, through the glass of a visor, as the static in his audials crescendos, becomes a roar. His plating is flared, his doorwings spread high and wide, and he is shaking.

He can't stop shaking.

What did they do to him?

[marvelsassbutts]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My fic for Markgemma Week!!

Had such a fun time writing this one! Tried some new things, made some creative choices I hope work. All around a GREAT TIME and I'm going to really try to get another one done before the week ends - maybe something short and sweet :,)

I've been having such a great time with the week so far. Thank you to all organizing @markgemmaw !!!!!

Fic inspired by @atthebuzzer and their question around the Severance chip and if it always works perfectly or if there are sometimes...bumps in the road👀

[cyanidas]

My modern rewrite of the breakfast club will be exactly the same except everyone is gay now so all the romance subplots are gay but also they're poly-coded in the "weird gay thing" way and instead of getting more femme the weird girl gets weirder and more butch

[dilfkuza]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 龍が如く | Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Goromi Additional Tags: Post-Ryuu ga Gotoku | Yakuza 0 (Video Game), Club Sunshine (Yakuza), Drinking, First Meetings, Flirting, Genderqueer Character, Public Display of Affection, Foreplay, Flustered Kiryu Kazuma, this takes place vaguely during the Premium Adventure mode Summary:

"Thank you for choosing me! I'm Goromi, let's have some fun~!"

Hearing the sharp falsetto she spoke with was usually enough to get the patrons sputtering, but as she stood up it was a surprise to see the man was still sitting there. His eyes were wide, but not with the usual shock she saw. If she didn't know any better, he almost looked enthralled. "Kiryu. I'm… glad you were available."

[2d-dreams]

Realized something interesting.

My other Bill Cipher fanfic [Smoke and Mirrors] has been sitting in a doc since last year, way before I even learned of Flatland. Interestingly enough, checking the doc for the first time since then I'm noticing that a part is labeled "Providence" [kinda like TAoB it is divided in 3 acts, the only named ones are Providence and Vigilance]

Interesting. Even unintentionally, from the beginning.. [if i hadnt found Flatland, i would've written Smoke&Mirrors instead of TAoB, however, I discovered Flatland while doing research to aid my writing of Smoke&Mirrors!]

Its so interesting to me. I didn't intend this connection at all. This story just naturally brings itself full circle..

[heretoreadmyfics]

Lone Survivor.

Summary: Custard has a hard time letting go

Characters: Custard Cookie iii, implied Pure Vanilla, Rye, and Chili Pepper

This is called listening to Mitski and getting inspired at 1 am

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Custard laid in the soft bed inside of a cookie house- staring up at the ceiling as he thought.

Chili and Rye had got him all ready for bed, and he was supposed to be asleep- it was 12 am. But he couldn’t shake off specific memories.

He hated whenever this happened- where he would think about his old kingdom- his future subjects that never came to be- his… His family. He hated it- he hated it!! Hated it!!

But he couldn’t do anything. All he could do was remember.

Remember the days of the gorgeous castle- remember the days of looking out the balcony and seeing everyone- being lifted from his grandfathers shoulders to see- and how they would tell him that it would all be his. It would all be his, when they’re all gone and he can do things all on his own.

… But they were gone. And he was only 8. He couldn’t do this on his own.

All he could think was how bad of a king he was. All he could think about was the voices of his grandfather and his father-

He missed them.

He wanted to go home.

But he can’t.

A lone survivor when broken to their bare essentials is just a child trying to survive.