When f*ckboy Tucker attempts to talk his new dating app girlfriend into doing something she's not keen on, the tables are about to turn on the pain-in-the-ass in a BIG way. Really, he ought to know better than to mutter poorly-worded wishes out loud on Saint Patrick's Day, particularly when two pairs of pointed ears are listening nearby. He's about to learn revenge is a dish best served over a barrel and down a peg, complete with a heaping side of hashbrown casserole.
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Over a Barrel and Down a Peg is an MMF paranormal(ish) romance short story between two secretly-otherworldly creatures and one hapless human with some pretty vile idealogies rattling around in his brain. If you're upset by hard right talking points and biases, please know that our MC has guzzled that particular unbranded colorful drink and starts the story entirely unrepentant and entitled. He's not exactly "redeemed" by the end, but canonically he's on his way there by the end with a little "help" from his new leprechaun friends.
Please Note: This story contains a character with problematic ideologies (e.g. rampant misogyny, poor-bashing, leftist/liberal-bashing, homophobia, etc), sorta-dub-con (more self-delusion, magic doesn't play a role in it!), bi awakening, pegging, decaf coffee, humiliation, cuckolding, cleanup on aisle FMC after said cuckolding, numerous OSHA and food safety violations, food used during spicytime (don't worry nothing's wasted), BDSM-esque power exchange/roles, physical coercion (one male pushing, holding, and shoving the other male around), and name calling. As always, if you have any questions or concerns about story content, you're more than welcome to contact me (Vera Valentine) on social media for clari!cation. Your comfort is way more important to me than page reads!
