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[curiouscompassdoe]

< Ahab stood at the railing of her ship , watching the water below change tide as the moon is rising overhead. >

[fixated-cookies]

im kinda thinkin about.... hypnosis and smilk.... smth abt the process specifically of taking over and invading your mind.. slowly giving into it even if youre resisting the effects its having on your mind, its inevitable that he'll win and you'll succumb to his control and influence over you... your mind may be foggy, but it's so perfectly empty and moldable now... what were you doing again? do you even care?

smth about being unable to look away from his eyes once he starts it; even if you look away, something will draw you back, and it gets stronger as it goes on... at first, you can physically turn away (though you'll get dragged back by some invisible force), but eventually you cant even rip your heard away from his gaze. smth about it being unable to be stopped by anyone other than himself once he starts it... no matter how far from you he is (as long as he's well... in sightline)

honestly you can like. think abt this in any context you want . i just.... really like the concept of hypnosis with him..... its captivating to me (hah) .... sorry for the essay in your inbox damn

Anon the reason why this was rotting in my askbox for so long was because I needed to give it justice hahaha, hypnosis is totally in character for someone like shadow milk cookie, and I love it.

WARNING- slight yandere, hypnosis

Hmm, I'm wondering how it would start, he would obviously make it a game, maybe a game of truth or dare, hm? Just a little bit of lollygagging to get rid of his boredom.

So, when he asked— “Truth or Dare?”—

You made the horrible mistake of choosing dare.

His grin widened, all teeth.“Ohhh, you’re feeling bold tonight! How delightful! Now, let’s see…” He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to think. You should have been nervous. You should have backed out. But you didn’t.

I dare you… to look into my eyes and not look away.”

Simple, right?

You almost laughed. Thats its? Thats all?

"Ah-ah, don’t look so relieved~! There’s a catch, of course. You must hold my gaze until I say you can look away. Break eye contact, and you lose."

You scoffed. What was he playing at? You weren’t afraid of a staring contest. Getting into position you held yourself steady as he looked overly excited.

For a while, it felt like a normal challenge. You stared, he stared, and time stretched between you both. But then… something changed. The air felt thicker. Your body heavier. You blinked once. It felt like it took longer than it should have to open your eyes again. You swallowed. Something felt off.

Your limbs felt distant like you weren’t quite inside your body anymore. You tried to look away—But your head wouldn’t move. "I...I-" "Tsk, tsk… You’re not trying to look away, are you? Ohh, but I can see that dazed look in your eyes already… how precious!" He started to scoot closer. Not fast. Not abrupt. No, he took his time, savoring the way your body twitched ever so slightly. How your breath caught, your fingers tightening into trembling fists against the floor. Your head refused to move. Your body felt so distant, like a marionette with cut strings, a doll that could only watch as its puppeteer inched nearer.

Your vision wavered, the edges blurring as if reality itself was losing focus. His eyes were all you could see. How could this happen? you were so sure he didn't have...any malicious...intent—huh...? What was going on...?—No, you hadn’t! You had to resist, you had to—"Mmm, that’s a good look on you… so unfocused, so lost…" He suddenly interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked, but the action felt slow, heavy, like your body was moving through water. You knew—somewhere, deep down—that this was wrong. That you should snap out of it. But… that was so difficult. Thinking was… so hard. Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a quiet, dazed sigh.

Shadow Milk Cookie smiled, only for it to falter as your eyesight ripped away from him violently, a frustrated groan escaping you as you squeezed your eyes shut out of defiance. "Oh? You still have some fight left in you?" His voice slithered through the air, a mocking lilt woven into his amusement. How predictable. How pathetic. Impossibly close now, his presence, looming, suffocating—but when his hands cupped your cheeks, you knew there was no escape. His palms were cool, but his grip was unyielding.

"Really now, I thought you were smarter than this." His thumbs trailed lower, brushing over your lips with featherlight strokes. "Oh, my dear, sweet fool…" His voice dipped into a breathy murmur, mismatched eyes drinking in every flicker of your resolve. "...I wonder... how long will that last?"

His grip on your cheeks tightened—just enough for his thumbs to press against your skin, coaxing you, urging you—until your lashes fluttered. A sliver of light slipped through.

And the moment your gaze met his—

The air in your lungs vanished. And oh, how he grinned.

"Mmm… there it is."

His voice was nothing but a purr, smooth and saccharine as he drank in your struggle. His grip softened, shifting to cradle your face so delicately—as if he hadn’t just crushed your resistance in the palm of his hand.

"Much easier when you don’t fight, isn’t it?"

His thumbs stroked your cheeks, his tone mocking, indulgent—but there was something darker beneath it. "Go on, little puppet…" His breath ghosted over your lips as his mismatched eyes pulled you deeper, deeper, deeper. "Be good for me, yeah?" He murmurs lowly Before you could even process it, his lips were on yours—slow, deliberate, consuming. A kiss meant to unravel, to claim. His fingers pressed gently into your skin, holding you there, grounding you— or perhaps, chaining you.

And when he finally pulled away, he didn’t need to command you to look at him this time.

Because you already were.

A single finger tapped lightly against your forehead as if to mock the emptiness settling in. His victory.

"See? Much better when you don’t think."

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you guys, rate my hypnosis writing I need it!! These ideas are just sooo juicy.

[felibrary]

you could have anyone you want - aventurine

synopsis: sometimes you can't help but wonder why aventurine chose you, out of all people, as his lover. 

pairing: aventurine x reader | fluff with vv light angst, hurt/comfort, mention of habits such as peeling of skin and biting your nails | wc: 674 ; drabble

a/n: i feel like this is a bit choppy, sorry in advance </3

“aventurine, why’d you choose me as your lover?” 

you glance over to where aventurine currently is. his right arm is loosely draped over the back of the velvety arm chair as he swipes through his inbox, archiving old mails and then tending to the newly received ones before shooting you a look of concern. 

“how’d you think of that now?” he laughs quietly and the corners of his mouth slightly quirk up at your question. did he not make it obvious enough, that you’re the only one for him? the thought makes him flinch, if there is one thing aventurine would never want it’s you feeling unworthy.

“and.” he hesitates. his breath is slightly ragged, as he starts to pick at the skin of his digits on his left hand - a habit he does when he’s nervous. the loose skin bothers him, he wants to rip it off fiercely. it hurts, but what hurts more, is seeing you anxious - it makes his heart ache.

he gulps before reluctantly elaborating. “is it bothering you?” his words are draped in utter solicitude and his eyebrows are furrowed as he bites the insides of his lips firmly while studying your face for any signs of uncertainty. “like profoundly bothering you?” he asks softly.

the insides of his lips are bleeding and he can feel the bitter taste of iron seeping into his mouth. the thin layer of skin above his finely trimmed nails is gone, he peeled it off. he no longer needs to bite his nails though, neither when he was nervous or in times of need, when he was starving. it’s impolite and viewed as disgusting. (he can still remember the earthy and foul taste of dirt that was covered beneath the nail beds - somewhat nostalgic; somewhat awful.) 

but does it really matter when it comes to you? (has any pain ever mattered when it came to you?” - no.”)

“no, it's just curiosity.” you lie through gritted teeth as you try to maintain a somewhat felicitous expression, forcing an awkward smile that falters at the corner of your mouth, onto your face.

“there’s nothing that i detest more than lying. you know that.” he reminds you bitterly. (lies are unfulfilled promises, vows that weren’t ever kept, empty words.) he gets up to where you’re at, comfortably lying your back against the headboard and softly stroking one of the critters the two of you recently adopted. the small critter only purrs in response to your tender touches, nestling against your body as you continue to pet it.

the mattress slightly dips as aventurine sets his hand, followed by his body, down. “please, tell me what’s wrong.” he pleads as he holds out his hand, placing it near your hand, not going further than touching your fingertips. (he’ll let you decide if you want to hold onto his hand - if you give him permission to touch your delicate body.)

don't lie to me, please.

“aventurine it’s just that.” your voice slightly breaks. “it’s just that i don’t feel worthy of being your love - worthy of your love and adoration, in general.” you admit in a hushed tone as you slowly snake your hand towards his, intertwining the two of them. instantly, almost by habit aventurine quickly laces your fingers together, tightly entwining your hand with his.  

“what makes you think that?” belittling or invalidating your feelings is the least he’d want to do, so he carefully squeezed your hand, not once or twice but thrice. it’s become a small pattern the both of you do when the other is nervous, telling them that they’re here. it’s a sign of reassurance.

“you could have anyone you want.” your admission is no louder than a whisper and aventurine needs to make sure that he’s not hearing the wrong things. 

him being able to have his way with anyone he’d want? isn’t it quite the contrary? you’re everything aventurine isn’t, everything he admires in a person - everything he’d wish to be.

“that's funny. i’ve always thought the same about you.” 

azul azul AZUL!!!! @azullumi something dedicated to (y)our lovely honey blonde uhm guy!! yeah... haha... ANYWAY. in the past month you've helped me a lot in my writing but also like mental/developing journey as a teenager. the words you tell me, the experiences you recall (like you being in the hospital - LIKE WHAT), the warm vibe you give off - they make me feel at ease, they make me feel seen and understood, they make me smile. i think i often tell you (in those notes) the same things, but they're utmost important for me to mention because i just want you to know how special you're to me and not just your words. you, yourself are very special to me. i'm very very fond of you, just so you know. i often think to myself "oh azul would like this." "azul would laugh so hard at this." etc. but i also often think about you and your words, i get so happy when i see your messages popping up on my screen i try to answer them asap because who knows when you'll be gone?!??! (NOT IN A DEAD KIND OF SENSE BUT OMFG MAKE UR DISCORD STATUS ON, STOP BEING ON INVISIBLE.) i often recall your words and the advice you give me, it makes me smile but another thing that also makes me smile is your smile. i'm pretty sure i've already told you this once but your smile is so bright, so bright it rivals the rays of sunshine that light upon us. perhaps you're my sun, my blessing that came along the way and makes the cold and hard days easier for me. melting the snow that hid me from the many things unbeknownst to me and revealing yourself to me. just you. whom else do i need? /j/lh. i love you a lot user azullumi <3

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[revelboo]

I was reading through some of your works again and found the “Just Gone” scenario again and was wondering about a second part? Maybe all the humans get flung back onto the lost light or they ended up on a nearby planet or something, but seeing their reunions could be cute

Here’s part one- a bit more angst. I know there’s more asks about this, but they’re buried in the inbox. Part two soon

MTMTE Angst Scenario- Just Gone: Aftermath Pt 1

• “Threatening me isn’t going to make this happen any quicker,” Brainstorm snarls, yanking out of Rodimus’s grip as the heat of his servos begins warping his plating. And his attention nervously slides to Megatron, the big former warlord disturbingly silent. Doesn’t think Megatron’s said anything since his human disappeared with the rest, his expression utterly empty and that’s somehow much more terrifying than Rodimus’s over the top fury. “Believe me, I want them back, too.” Servos trembling as he works, thinking of you. Are you okay? Were you blipped back to where you’d come from? Or are you lost now? Afraid and alone?

• Feels like he’s in a fog, spark hurting and unable to find any trace of you or his sparkling. Megatron keeps reaching out, searching for that bond and finding only ragged edges. Too far away or really gone? Maybe this is the punishment for his many sins. To be finally happy and just have it all ripped away. Servos pressing to his chassis over his spark, shaking slightly. Knows he deserves this, but you didn’t, his sparkling didn’t. Can hear Tailgate’s hysterics and Cyclonus’s attempts to calm him down as Perceptor and Nautica try to help Brainstorm.

• Shrugging off Drift’s hand, Ratchet joins Perceptor. Feels so numb, as he studies the thing Brainstorm’s cobbling together. A modified mini-space bridge? That despair digs in a little deeper as he tries to help, knowing that the humans were all snagged at random the first time. How are they going to pinpoint them all? Servos clenching as they start trembling, Drift is right behind him, a steady presence. “You can do this,” Drift murmurs. And he has to. Can’t fail you or Drift.

• “They’re not alone, right? Wherever they went back to?” Venting at Rewind’s soft question, Chromedome pulls him into his arms, resting his chin on top of Rewind’s head. Knowing how scared you are of being alone, being abandoned. Reassuring Rewind even though they both know it’s a lie. Know exactly where you’d come from and likely went back to.

• Lingering at the back of the lab, the noise and chaos sounds like it’s a world away. Skids unable to focus on anything, wondering where you are. If you’re okay without someone there to anchor you. Distract you from everything you’ve been through. To make sure you don’t spiral and give up completely. Dimly aware of Brainstorm yelling “power it up” and then swearing when it doesn’t work.

• “He’s still carrying that blanket around,” Crankcase growls and Krok’s denta grit behind his mask. Knows Spinister refuses to let go, to move on. And it’s hurting all of them, a constant reminder of what’s missing. Misfire had gotten angry enough to try and take your blanket away and the big medic had gone ballistic, not calming down until it was returned. They’re all on edge. All hurting. Feeling your loss and it’s so much worse not knowing if you’re okay. If you’re even still alive.

• Swearing, Swindle keeps searching. For any stories about weird, unknown species. For you. Can’t find any trace of someone sneaking onto the ship and taking you, but they must have. Humans don’t just disappear. You’re just gone and he has no idea where to start looking, spark aching. One of your fans maybe? Do they have any idea how fragile you are? Are they hurting you? Not knowing is killing him.

• “Stop sulking like a sparkling. It’s beneath you,” Nickel growls, smacking his ped and he growls a low warning. “You have a job to do. Go do it.” Knows the tiny femme is trying to distract him from his grief, trying to bully him into moving on and he appreciates it even as it hurts. Can’t feel you at all. Does that mean you’re just gone? You never should have meant so much to him. Shouldn’t have gotten attached. You’re just a little organic. But you’re his and if someone’s responsible for what happened? He’s going to enjoy taking them apart piece by piece.

• “Hey, what about-” Trailing off sharply, for a moment he’s frozen. Keeps forgetting you’re not there. That you’re not going to answer him ever again. Servos tightening on his datapad. The worst part was coming back to his habsuite to find you just gone without a trace. Not knowing what happened. And he’s smashing the datapad against the edge of his desk, head dropping into his hands.

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[hazelfoureyes]

Woke up horny dreaming about this so now it’s ours; virgin Alastor request in inbox still getting slowly loved on

Part 2

「Warnings/Promises; Very Horny Virgin Alastor x Reader; dry humping, inaccurate bear information, longing」

Minors DNI 🐻 🌲

Bears rub their backs against trees for both marking and to scratch an itch.

The same principle was true for how Alastor rutted against you in rarely used hallways and empty rooms.

Pinned against walls and doors and any vertical furniture strong enough to not give out with his rolls into your body, he used you like a helpful tool. How easily he could hold you up with just a hand on your hip. The other busy with your hair and your cheeks and your neck. He huffed small pleas and praises into the air as fervently as he did into your flesh.

“I’ve come undone by you.” Alastor whispered, nuzzling his nose into the space behind your ear, “The very fabric of my soul is ripping at the seams.” Insistent and hungry hips pressed into your core. “Please,” he always asked, “stay still for just a little longer.”

His erection was so hard against his pants it was becoming more obscene than nudity. Somehow, even through your and his clothes, you could feel his prominent cock head hit and nearly catch at your entrance.

Uncomfortable; Underwear dipping into your body every time he angled down.

Mercifully he would shift to dragging length against your crotch, breath and body shaking and sloppy.

Both hands would lift you by the waist, his antlers scratching at the top of your head as they momentarily ruined whatever was around you.

“You feel so good against me.” Rushed into your ear, a blabbering, “Hold me tighter please.” as your arms tangled with each other behind his neck.

Legs wrapping around his waist, you’d cling to the wanton heat of his body and commit his sighs and groans and weak words to memory. Memories to help you later when he returned to a normal list of needs for himself. Until something you did or said or failed to do and failed to say set a fire in him again. Burning Alastor’s sense of decorum and pride to ashes in his mouth only your heady moans and willing body could wash down.

When his own body would still, the rolling of his hips dying with the hardness held so desperately to you, you’d stay there for several moments. As his antlers would shrink and his body would stiffen in your embrace, you’d tentatively lower your legs back down. And he’d ensure both feet were on the ground, both shoes still on, he’d adjust your clothing and your hair. And he’d look at you like you held all his secrets despite how rarely you ever spoke to each other in full sentences.

Then he’d sink into shadows, to do whatever sinners did when they felt shame, and you’d go about your day like your heart wasn’t achingly swollen in your chest every time you heard his voice.

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[w0rmss]

Dinner with Roy harper (nsfw)

This is just roy harper eating you out cause I can.

Also feel free to request something my inbox is empty :(

Tw: oral sex (f) afab reader and roy has a tongue piercing cause I'm a slut for roy harper covered in piercings okay

Enjoy

You knew dating a single dad wasn't going to be easy, but you loved roy and lian and could image a world without them. That being said date nights were rare between lian and roy being gone for missions so often the two of you rarely had time for just the two of you. Date nights were non existent sex was quick and quiet while lian was asleep or the rare times you were both home while she was at school. Tonight though it was just the two of you.

Lian was at a friend's for a sleep over roy had made sure no one was to call him unless aliens were invading and even then. And you turned off your phone amd work things ready for a night of just the two of you. "What take out do you want." You call to him from the kitchen looking at all the menus. "Thia pizza sushi Indian." Then you feel him come up behind you wrapping his strong arms around you. Next thing you know you've been turned around and lifted onto the counter top. "You." You grins and kisses you hard.

Your hands grab at his hair tugging him closers as he makes his was down your body. He's stripped you and played you down on the counter like you're his whole meal. "Roy." You gasp as you feel his breath hot against your soaked pussy. He grins placing a kiss to the sensitive area before moving to kiss along your thighs. You whine tugging at his hair once again trying to bring him back to your aching cunt. "Be patient. I'm trying to savour my meal here baby." The red head looks up at you with a shit eating grin. You want to kill him and fuck him at the same time when he gets that look. "You're enjoying this too much roy." You grumble which turns into a loud moan when the man finally takes you swollen clit into his mouth with a happy hum.

One thing about roy harper is he's good at what he does. Archery crime fighting being a dad. And God is this man good at eating you out. He knows exactly when to kiss to nip to lick to suck and you see stars the whole way. Your fingers and threaded so deep into his hair you're afraid you might rip out his scalp. "Roy please fuck fuck." You moan and writhe against his face earning a chuckle from the man below you. His tongue piercing only adds to the pleasure the feeling of the metal against your entrance mixed with his expert tongue makes your head spin.

Your legs start shaking hips start bucking and it's taking everything in you not to crush his head with your thighs. "Come on baby. Come for me." His voice is low but sweet and with one last suck of your clit and stoke of your thigh you're done for. Your thighs calmp around his head shaking. Your hands pull his head further into you as your hips buck while his tongue never once stops is onslaught on your pussy.

Once you've calmed down enough for him to pry your thighs off his head roy takes his time licking up every last drop of your release moaning at the taste. "So fucking good." You let out a breathless sigh your head falling against the counter as you let him and his tongue clean you up.

Roy harper eats pussy like it's his job and he is too fucking good at it.

Hope you enjoyed

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Have a wonderful day night afternoon etc

[hawkinshorror94]

Baobhan Sith

Vampire!reader x poly!141

Eventually we're gonna get to the poly part, but I wanted each of them to get their little time in the sun. 💜

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has gave these fics some love, it means a lot. 🫶🏻 If you ever have questions or hc about our little vampire feel free to slide into my inbox, it's always open.

Warnings-blood, mild gore, MDNI

Johnny is the last to be brave enough to sleep with their little vampire alone. He’ll go rounds with her and Simon, Kyle or John, but alone? Hell no. His Gran told him about monsters. About how the will-o-wisps tried to lead him off when he was but a wee bairn, and he truly believes he’s cursed ever since then. He can’t risk sleeping with her alone; what if she sucks his literal soul out through his cock, he needs that.

But it’s February and snow blankets the base and it’s just him, her and the bitter cold of the barracks. The bitter cold of his empty bed.

“Johnny” she purrs from the doorway of his room, she lingers over the threshold because he needs him to invite her in. “Can I come in?”

He wants to say hell no, what if she sinks those long fangs into his throat and sucks him dry. What if she rips his heart out while it’s still beating in her hand? But what if she just wanted to cuddle with him?

“It’s cold, bonnie.” It’s a weak argument, she is only a few degrees cooler than them and body heat is body heat.

“It is cold and I want to cuddle with one of my humans.” There is that tingle in his spine again, fear. He didn’t like it when she called them her humans like they were cattle.

“Bonnie-” he starts and she cuts him off

“Are you scared of me Johnny?” She asks as she leans against his door frame, lips are pulled back showing off those dangerous fangs. “I can smell it, you know. Your bodies have evolved so many times to try and protect itself from me, but it can’t stop that uptick in cortisol. So sweet on my fucking tongue.”

Johnny couldn't stop his cock from twitching.

“Not scared of you, bon.” He tries to argue, but he is scared and now his dick is betraying him.

“If I wanted to hurt you Johnny, you couldn't stop me. I'm faster, stronger, an apex predator.” She coos softly “You could run as fast as your lungs and legs would let you and I’d still catch you. Maybe you’d like that, the thrill of the chase.” Her eyes flick to his cock painfully hard in his joggers and back up to his blue eyes. His pupils are wide both from fear and arousal.

“Bon-” His words die pitifully on his dry tongue as she smirks, tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

“Johnny, let me in so I can take care of you.” She purrs and he finally relents.

She does indeed suck his soul out through his cock, but he decides that hell is worth feeling that kind of earth shattering orgasm again.

[mlm-writer]

Filling (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Omega!Peter Parker (TASM ver.) x Alpha!Kryptonian!Cis!Male!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 1221 POV: Second Summary: Peter is in heat and has the baby fever. As his mate, it is your duty to help him make it through the heat. Note: Merging requests now in the hopes to one day get my inbox empty Tags: omegaverse, no mpreg, mentions of getting pups, breeding, multiple orgasms, knotting, overstimulation, is it spidey sense or is Peter just autistic (both if you ask me), fluffy smut, established relationship, biting/marking and a little aftercare

Peter could hear the moisture being pumped through the wall by the aircon. He felt every breeze of cold air circle through his bedroom. The cold wind played with a receipt on top of the dresser. Each rustle of paper set off his Spidey sense, the instinct telling him there was danger everywhere. There was danger everywhere lurking. He had to protect his pups. He did not have pups (yet). Peter tried making his nest on the bed air tight, but it was no use. Every second made him more antsy than the previous one. That was until the door opened and his boyfriend came running in. The instant waft of fresh alpha pheromones was like a douse of cold water on a hot day. 

You had seen through the door how anxious Peter was. His heart was hammering, breathing almost just as rapid. However, it couldn’t be helped. You had run out of water way sooner than you had anticipated and needed more. “I am so sorry, omega, I’m here,” you cooed as you put the two dozen one litre bottles of water by the door, taking a few to scatter them across the room. Peter made a whiny sound from under his pile. He was near-overheating and yet he had nestled himself there. You rushed over to the windows, closed the small gap that had formed between the curtains. When you were sure the light in the room was minimal, you started removing pillows from the top of the pile, until you saw some brown hair peeking out. 

As soon as you gave that mess a peck, Peter emerged, pulling at your clothes. You had just worn a zipper hoodie and sweatpants that could be pulled down in one go. The choice of outfit had been deliberate. Peter got you out of your fit without ripping anything and immediately pressed his nose against your scent glands. He inhaled deeply. “I need your babies, alpha,” he demanded, voice trembling with the need that seemed to be soaking his bones. You could smell the slick dripping down his thighs. You knew he could not have your babies due to Kryptonian DNA being incompatible with his mutated DNA, but you indulged in his fantasy; logic was about the last thing your mate needed right now.

“I’ll breed you properly, my sweet omega,” you whispered as you pushed Peter down onto the bed. He smacked the pillows around, until he was lying down comfortably, legs spread wide to invite his alien mate. His scent alone was enough to arouse you, the heat pheromones doing exactly what they were designed for. 

When you entered him, Peter found something beyond relief. It was like finding a guiding light in a storm of emotions and needs beyond even his own comprehension. With his focus on your big cock pushing at his walls, he could no longer pay attention to his spidey sense going crazy over every sound in the room and every texture on his skin. With his alpha caging him against the bed, the musky alpha scent blocked out all other scents. The endless stream of sensory input was intercepted and all that his brain needed to process from here on was his strong alpha, his love, his mate. His alpha was going to keep him safe. He was going to give him pups. He wanted - no, needed - it. 

Peter could hear his alpha’s cells charged with solar energy from his brief run to get more water. The energy buzzed in his skin and Peter could almost feel the hum on his own skin. The strong Kryptonian lifted him up with ease, holding him close while pounding his greedy, wet hole violently. Peter cried for more, needing all his senses filled with the other man. He needed to feel his alpha and his alpha only. You were the shelter that could protect him and his pups from the hazards of the outside world.

You could see how far away Peter was. He was always like this during his heat, overstimulated to the max and needing you to give him a singular focus. Your Kyptonian powers proved useful in providing you all the information you could want on his vitals. He would need to drink soon, but you knew he would not without having at least one orgasm. So you held him closer, using your super strength to lift him up and put him against the wall, railing him like that until he let out a loud cry and he made a mess. “So good for me, omega. Keep going for me. Come on, again.” Peter wailed as he obeyed your command. You could feel his orgasm dripping down your skin. The scent of his own climaxes mixed with the spice of sex in the air, overwhelmed Peter’s senses. He trashed as his brain was assaulted by the arousing olfactory stimuli. He forced his eyes open, meeting yours as you kept your foreheads pressed together while rearranging his insides. 

It was hard to keep yourself from finishing too soon. Peter was scorching around you. His cries were almost deafening, but you did not want it to stop; he was just too ravishing with tears pooling at the corners of his eyes and his mouth open as if he couldn’t believe he was having a third orgasm so soon. You tangled your fingers in his sweaty hair and pulled his head to the side, your teeth sinking into the faded mating scar. Peter cried out and spasmed as the sensations flooded him. Your teeth drew his fourth orgasm out of him. You licked over the red skin, knowing it would bruise later and even looking forward to seeing it. 

There was only so much you could do. Eventually even your steel willpower could not keep your knot from swelling up, locking you in as you filled Peter with incredible volume. “Yes, thank you alpha, so full,” Peter sobbed, “I can feel your pups already, alpha.” You groaned and forced Peter’s face into the crook of your neck, making sure his nose was pressed against your scent gland. Peter’s mumbling grew incoherent as you thrusted your knot as much as you could while locked together like this. He babbled on about pups, his body trembling from the overstimulation. Your legs were shaking too, the weight of him was easy to endure, but the tightness gripping at your knot was less so. 

You were glad when you felt Peter’s body going slack. He was barely conscious by the time you carried him to the bed, sitting against the headboard with him in your lap. Your knot kept your bodies close together, but you could still reach for one of the water bottles you placed near the bed. After a good few gulps, you pressed the opening of the bottle against Peter’s glistening lips. It took a few bumps, before he realised he needed to drink. 

With your help, Peter managed to drink, before slumping back against you. You smiled as you caressed his sweaty back, drinking in his scent and relaxing in the eye of the storm. Later you would have to do this all over again, but for now, all you could hear in the bedroom was the whirring aircon and the heartbeat of the man you loved. 

[yellowocaballero]

you ummmm you wouldn’t happen to have anymore of ur naruto roleswap au anymore would you… like. anything? crumb even? anything at all?

Sorry I just stumbled upon it and am now obsessed with it maybe a little maybe more than a little. cough

Hi hello guess who is going through her inbox because I can't figure out the next plot point in the story. This is what it took to get me to take a break.

I should have responded to this earlier while you were alight with passion and zest. Unfortunately I was writing. Double unfortunately it was not Tobito. I think I've posted the vast majority of Tobito that exists, I'm sorry D: I also no longer remember what I have and haven't posted.

If you want a crumb of something. Here is small tidbit.

A completely ordinary day in the life of Team 7 that was destined to go off the rails:

Chronologically, Sasuke wakes first. He quietly sneaks out of the house, hops over towards his favorite Uchiha training ground where absolutely nothing flammable lingers, and trains for two hours. Then he washes up, makes breakfast for two, and wakes up his sensei. 

His sensei is never amenable to being up. His sensei had grown accustomed to waking up wherever the hell he wanted and going to bed whenever the hell he wanted - and, indeed, just in general doing whatever the fuck he wanted to do. His only responsibilities were Sasuke - and Sasuke’s sensei was perfectly aware that Sasuke was mostly taking care of him - and the deep cover Konoha espionage network that he ran. And that was a two in the morning type deal.

Sasuke forces his sensei to eat, makes sure he has all of his bags and equipment packed, and forces them out the door. They arrive at the bridge at seven exactly. Sasuke’s sensei despises being this predictable.

Chronologically, Sakura is second. She wakes up to a statistically empty house. Sometimes her father is there, and they nod professionally at each other. Sometimes her mother is there, and they enter a cooking competition. Her father and mother are not in the house today, so she does her workout routine in the living room. It’s boring and she has to make herself do it. Then she fixes her hair, makes herself a small yet nutritionally balanced breakfast, and heads out the door. She arrives at the bridge at six forty five exactly. She loves being predictable. 

Naruto wakes up to an empty apartment at 6:45. He realizes he is late again, for mysterious and unknown reasons that have nothing to do with smacking off the alarm so many times, and rips through his apartment in a tornado. If he has food, he eats ramen joyously. If he has no food, he eats ramen joyously thankful for how it always has his back. He splashes some water on his face and looks in the mirror, only to see Naruto. It’s only ever Naruto.

Naruto looks at himself in the mirror. He once always checked to make sure that he has a reflection at all, and that he hasn’t actually turned invisible. He doesn’t do that anymore. He used to check for two people every day, but he doesn’t do that as often as he used to. Naruto scrutinizes the mirror for something else too. He used to search for it in his own features many, many times over the course of his life (the whiskers never occurred to him). He still does it, even though these days he knows exactly what he’s looking for. The only thing he ever finds is Naruto, so Naruto he remains.

At the top of his voice, he yells, “Good morning Naruto!”

Of course, Naruto yells good morning back. He arrives at the bridge twenty minutes late. It would only be ten, but he gets lost. 

By 7:20, Team 7 is at the bridge. Sakura is usually torn from her book and captured in a conversation with Tobi. Sasuke, unrepentant about feeding her to the wolves, trains at the other end of the bridge. When Naruto sprints up he sprints straight towards Sasuke, whose back is turned and who is so focused on his kata that he completely fails to notice him. Probably.

Naruto barrels into Sasuke. They both yell and hit the ground simultaneously. Sasuke smacks him on the head in revenge. Naruto apologizes before quickly forgetting that this is his fault and starts punching him in the stomach in return. They are already fighting. 

“Wow, a taijutsu match already! You kiddos work so hard. Tobi’s so proud of you!” Then Tobi was there, as sudden and unwanted as ever, a hand on either of their shirts and carefully peeling them apart. They were both throughly unrepentant. Tobi’s eye twitched, and he shook them a little. “Tobi’s little students have so much energy.  Are Tobi’s students bored?”

Sasuke’s anger at Naruto lingered stubbornly on his face. “Yes. Since you refuse to teach me the -”

“I’m bored, bored, bored!” Naruto yells, wiggling in Tobi’s grip. “We haven’t done anything fun or learned any cool new jutsu since Wave -”

“Yay!” Tobi cheers. “Fun! Let’s have Team 7’s super special training day of fun!”

Because Sakura had not yet lost the self-preservation instinct that most ninja lacked, she quickly said, “I’m having lots of fun already, Sensei! No need for fun here!”

“I need to learn the sharingan -”

“If teme’s gonna learn the sharingan then I have to learn a billion cool new jutsus -”

“The sharingan’s better than a billion jutsus, idiot!”

“Pool day!” Tobi cries, and flings both boys into the river. 

They absolutely sailed. Sakura gasps in awe, shading a hand against her eyes to watch them. The river underneath the bridge was relatively shallow and slow moving, and would have been relatively easy to climb out of. Where the river fed into was not: it was a deep pool, sunk into the ground with a sheer cliff face. Tobi surreptitiously performed some Earth jutsus to deepen the pool, visibly shallow it in a small ledge, and make the cliff faces unwalkable by chakra. 

Tobi watches avidly as the poor boys narrowly avoid drowning. Sakura runs over towards the forest to peer over the small cliff, watching in horror as the boys struggle against the tide. Sasuke landed against the cliff face, almost hitting his head. Naruto absolutely rag dolled onto a rock. 

“Don’t worry!” Sakura yells. She was already forming the hand sign for a basic C-rank jutsu that would have allowed her to cut small steps into the wall. “I’ll come and get you!”

“Shut up!” Sasuke screeched. Somehow, through mouthfuls of water. “I can get out of here on my own!”

Then Naruto crashes into Sasuke, sending them under again.

Tobi casually leaned on Sakura’s shoulder, almost tipping them over. He was actually pretty proud of this one. “Ah, don’t worry a bit, Sacchan. The boys like swimming!”

“Um, Sensei - they like swimming in a pool, not in a deep river like that.”

Tobi blinks at Sakura. “Tobi does not understand the difference?”

Sakura desperately tried to explain the many differences between a river mouth and a pool. Tobi listened avidly. 

Finally, he decides, “Then rivers are more fun! More swimming and more water equals more fun.” He looks back down at the river mouth, where Sasuke was just barely managing to glue one foot to the surface of the water before falling back down again. They’ll discover the river ledge soon enough. “Don’t worry, Sacchan. They’re perfectly safe! Tobi will be their lifeguard.”

It was like hearing that Zabuza was ready to cut your hair. “Why don't I be their lifeguard?” Sakura asked quickly. “I can water walk! I can just go down and grab them, and Sensei won’t have to do anything - I know how you hate doing things Sensei, it saves you work -”

Tobi turned big eyes on her, and Sakura wilted. “Does Sacchan not trust her boys?”

“Ah, that’s - not what I said?”

Loudly, Tobi said, “Does Sacchan think her boys are useless!”

Yes, Sakura did not say. “No!”

Garbaged sounds of masculine hatred bubbled from underneath. They were not complimentary. 

“You know what,” Sakura decided, “I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Was this the best way to teach water walking? Fuck if Tobi knew. His attempts to explain water walking (“Try to go swimming and suck really hard at it!”) had been utterly incomprehensible to anybody other than Sakura, and he couldn’t even pretend to have no understanding of the concept since the kids had caught him red handed at it. So they had ended up spending a stupid month supervising a stupid bridge construction, during which the kids did not stop begging him to teach him his ‘incredible ninjutsu!’ and his ‘super-cool beat-em-up taijutsu!’ and ‘the Sharingan, Tobi!’. Maybe Tobi had been a little optimistic in his belief that he would never have to teach his genin students anything, ever. 

They hadn’t even needed to be there for the full month. Tobi snuck out and slaughtered Gato and his goons a week into their stay with Tsunami. Framing the Super Dead Zabuza and his Debatably Dead Apprentice for the slaughter had been a smart move on Tobi’s part, but it meant that Tobi couldn’t even come clean about sneaking off and killing them too. 

At least it was a month out of Konoha. People on the streets of Wave smiled at Tobi, their hero. More importantly, they smiled at Naruto. Tobi could tolerate a filthy pit and actually training his students if it afforded Naruto a few more smiles. And it had meant Tobi could show one or two of his cards.

It was another hour of practice before the boys managed to triumphantly stand on top of the churning current. Sakura, full of pity and some small measure of scorn, shouted down advice from the top of the cliff in between rounds of her own training with Tobi. 

Distantly, as Tobi weaved underneath a sloppy punch, he heard Sasuke cry, “What’s wrong with this cliff! I can’t walk up it!”

“Don’t be a quitter! Just watch me, I can walk up them so fast! Dattebayo!” 

Sakura hung back, exhaling heavily and shaking out her wrist. She gave Tobi a strange look. “Did you do something to the cliff walls, Sensei?”

“Sensei can’t read all of a sudden!”

Something below them mildly exploded, then several more things in rapid succession. A series of rocks fell. Naruto screamed, Sasuke screamed, and there was a large splash. Naruto must have tried to scale the wall with sheer, brute force. Probably by punching his fists into the cliff face. 

As funny as it would be to destroy random parts of Konoha.

[velvetformulas]

happy opening !! hi, i'm halley (she/her), and i'm super excited to present my marble-cold miracle: lee jinie, a twenty-three year old astrophysics major and reigning president of lyra, the most cutthroat social collective on campus. tldr, as a character created under the ‘passive prodigy’ label, she’s got that whole gifted genius thing going on, but without the desperation to prove it. some more information about her upcoming below the cut !

academically & emotionally untouchable, she lives off the elegant satisfaction of being underestimated as a woman in stem ! inspired by #failure, she frequently subjects herself to almost masochistic (?) attempts at trying new things — whether it be a terrible wardrobe choice or joining a jiu-jitsu class she was objectively too tired for. ( spoiler: she never tapped out & ended up with the bruises to show for it. )

highkey inspired by ginny weasley ( ginny … jinie … ), has a bunch of older brothers that all have their own beat — doctor, corporate shark, national athlete, poet laureate, etc. — going on. she gets attention & affection for just being her, but there’s no real empty space to fill in the very, very full medal & trophy cabinet ( literally ). so she settles for just being brilliant without consequence, to just doing things because she wants to — and honestly ? she’s happy that way !

and here are some wanted connections and plots, so come say hi or react if you'd like me to come into your inbox for some plotting fun !

desperately in need of a rival — academically, socially, both ??? someone to bring jinie out of her ‘idgaf’ funk and get her fighting over dumb petty things, like that (1) seat in the library or the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria, because fighting over grades is so pointless when you’ve both got a perfect 4.5 gpa ??

next door neighbour ( gaeum ) who’s convinced jinie is up to No Good because they see her hauling a huge bag down the hallway at 3am in the morning, followed by nights of muffled screaming through the walls … she also gets those weird fresh vegetable and fruit box subscriptions to her door and nothing good ever came out of those … 

club buddies : someone to play badminton with at 9pm and giggle over pronouncing ‘shuttlecock’ in the most plummy british accent ever, someone to reenact the queen’s gambit with at chess club and also make up weird versions of chess where the king & queen line up is at the front and the pawns are the back, and someone to go to pick up plastic bags by the han river and hand out environmental campaign leaflets with on campus !

oh no we hooked up once at the freshers’ party as freshmen and we like to pretend it never happened except other people keep reminding us all these years down the line and maybe i think about it too sometimes ? maybe ? but i’d rather drink battery acid from professor lee’s rancid hip flask than admit that ! type plot. maybe it’s awkward because jinie & your muse are genuinely great friends now and who wants to end such a cool friendship ? or maybe it’s because they both realised they’re really not each other’s type of person ( lbr, jinie can be super obnoxious ) so it’s just unfortunate that they find each other hot … rip

meet uglies at random places / times on campus : bumping into each other by total coincidence when they’d really NOT rather see anyone. like one time, jinie was attacked by a bunch of pigeons whilst attempting to eat a croissant outside and your muse happened to stumble across the scene of jinie’s breakfast, clothes and hair being attacked by those savages … etc. 

jinie sees this super cute student frequenting the geum gym on campus & she’s been trying to get a student athlete to get her in … maybe she convinces your muse that she’s a health / fitness fanatic and is too poor (?) to afford retail gyms, so your muse takes pity on her and accompanies her inside for a few weeks, only to realise that all she does is stare very pointedly at a certain someone whilst half-heartedly flexing on the rowing machines … ( said super cute student athlete connection also wanted ! sign up for a free two week trial for your very own stalker )

and more ! down for fun friendships, exes, more rivals, enemies even, ex roomies, classmates, etc.

[wild-lavender-rose]

Hi! If requests are open, i'd like a HawkeyePierceXgn/f!reader where they're a doctor too and friends with bj and hawk. They flirt EVERYWHERE (everyone is sick of it and wishes they would admit their feelings). Reader is worried he won't turn from his player ways. They argue and both get upset and mopey. Bj locks them somewhere until they'll talk again. They confess their feelings. They get together and still flirt and bj almost regrets setting them up. Only write if you're interested of course!

It's so crazy that this has been in my inbox for over a year and I still haven't responded :/ my sincerest apologies, anon. Here is the answer to your request, I wanted to do a kind of mini-series in order to do such a detailed storyline justice :)

Part 1-

You were in line to get food in the mess tent when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and pull you close. "Freeze, this is a hold up. You've been charged with simultaneous beauty and intelligence."

"Guilty as charged, officer." You look over your shoulder to smile up at Hawkeye holding you from behind. "You gonna arrest me?"

"I'm gonna arrest both of you and put you in separate cells to cool off." B.J. groaned as he grabbed a metal food tray and cut into line in front of you.

"Ignore the warden, he left his funny bone back in the O.R.." Hawkeye gave your waist a squeeze before letting go, the gesture leaving your heart stuttering.

"We all did." Margaret brushed past you to refill her coffee cup. "Can't you two just grow up and go out?"

"I'm waiting for the right time." Hawkeye said, grimacing at the slop the cook dropped onto his tray.

Your fluttering heart gave a painful twist. Would it ever be the right time? And if it was, and Hawkeye did ask, would you say yes? You glanced over at a table of nurses chattering together. It was no secret that Hawkeye had been out with most of them. You and him were too close. If Hawkeye played you like all the others it would ruin the friendship you had established long before the moment you realized you were in love with him. And that was too precious a thing to endanger, especially in the middle of a war.

"Ya' want gravy?" The cook asked.

"No thanks," you set your empty tray down. "I've lost my appetite."

Part 2-

You were playing cards with B.J. when Hawkeye walked into the Swamp, humming to himself as he regarded the two of you. "Evening, ladies and gents."

"Evening." B.J. returned. You were silent, focusing on your cards even as Hawkeye burst into song.

"Oh what a beautiful night, a beautiful night, a beautiful night for romance!" He danced over to you, holding out a hand. "Dance with me."

"Not tonight." You smacked a card down. "Your turn, Beej."

"Oh come on. The night is young, the girls are pretty, and I am in the mood-"

"Not tonight, Hawk." You repeated.

Hawkeye stopped dancing, his brow furrowed.

"You heard her, Hawk." B.J. placed his card on top of hers. "Even though I don't believe her myself."

"Go find another girl to lead on." You snapped, regretting it the moment it left your mouth.

"What? Is this because of my date with Nurse Foster last week?"

"No, it's not because of Foster or Smith or Julia or Helen," you smacked a card down so hard it fell off the table. "Why should I care about the girls you go out with?!"

"Sweetheart, I don't understand,"

"Stop calling me sweetheart, Doctor Pierce." You got up and threw the rest of the cards down. "I forfeit, B.J. I'm going to bed."

"Hey, wait." Hawkeye grabbed your arm. "What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing." You pulled your arm away, tears stinging your eyes. "Just leave me alone."

And with that you walked out of the Swamp, letting the door swing shut hard behind you.

Part 3-

"But why can't you get them?" You groaned as you walked into the dark supply closet.

"I have to help Radar with his ripped teddy bear." B.J. gave you a pouting face. "You wouldn't want him to be sitting in agony any longer than he has to, would you?"

"Who, Radar or the bear?" You rolled your eyes but gave him a smile. "You owe me."

"Thank you." B.J. grinned as he closed the supply closet door.

You sighed as you consulted the list of supplies on the clipboard in your hand. This was going to take forever.

You had barely started when someone else opened the door. "Hey, Beej, can't we just meet in the Swamp?"

You froze. Hawkeye. You hadn't spoken to him since the night you stormed out of the Swamp.

"Afraid not, Hawk." B.J. stepped back with a grin. "You'll thank me for this later."

And with that, B.J. closed the door and locked it, trapping you and Hawkeye inside. Together.

"B.J.?!" You dropped your clipboard and brushed past Hawkeye. "B.J.!" You banged on the door. "This isn't funny, Beej. Let me out!"

There was no response. You gave the door handle a vicious twist, then kicked the door hard. "Shit, B.J.! I don't want to talk to him."

"Maybe he wants to talk to you." Hawkeye offered.

You tensed, keeping your back to him. "I don't want to do this. Just...just leave me alone."

"Sweetheart,"

"Don't call me that."

"Listen," Hawkeye took you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him. "This is ridiculous. We're surrounded by a hell hole of ridiculousness, the last thing I want is to have any extra ridiculousness between us."

You stared up at him, wanting so badly to just tell him your feelings. But you couldn't, it wasn't worth the price of friendship. But the anger you felt was costing you your friendship as well.

You shook your head, eyes filling with tears. "I can't keep doing this." You hid your face in your hands. "I can't."

Hawkeye whispered your name, drawing you against him. You buried your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist as if he was the only thing keeping you upright. Because he was. Hawkeye was your lifeline in this war, and you loved him.

"I love you." He whispered.

Your head jerked up. "What?"

"I love you." Hawkeye's blue eyes glistened with tears as he brushed yours away. "I love you more than anything."

"But, the other nurses."

"I haven't gone out with them for months."

"What?? But the flirting, Nurse Foster,"

"Honey, they don't even want to go out with anymore. Apparently I'm no fun when I'm in love with someone else."

"Hawk." Your mouth opened in shock, followed by a slow smile. "Hawkeye,"

"Can I kiss you?"

You responded by kissing him long and hard, not even noticing the chorus of whistles and applause from the other side of the supply closet door. You would be annoyed at B.J. and everyone else who had put together this scheme. But for now, it was just you and Hawkeye.

Part 4-

You were in line for breakfast when you felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrap around your waist.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Hawkeye smiled as he kissed you. "What're your plans on this beautiful morning in the pit of hell?"

"I've got post-op duty with B.J. in an hour." You kissed him again before returning your attention to the cook plopping foreign substances on your tray, loving the way Hawkeye kept an arm firmly around your waist. "You?"

"I'm going to be making a certain B.J. Hunnicutt very happy within the next hour."

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"I'm going to trade post-op shifts with him. Spend a little quality time with the woman of my dreams." Hawkeye grabbed a tray and gave it a twirl, making you smile.

"I wish B.J. had never gotten you two together." Margaret grumbled, refilling her coffee cup with a scowl. "You two are worse than before!"

"I'm afraid it's only going to get worse, Margaret." You fiddled with the emerald engagement ring Hawkeye had gotten you from Tokyo, loving the way it sparkled in the sunlight.

"I love you, sweetheart." Hawkeye whispered, kissing the side of your head.

"I love you, Hawk." You whispered back.

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

absolutely unrelated to the dreadful little polycule BUT. hey mark was there at deadwood right. like in canon. what do u think post-muse ashe and mark even Look like. i feel like. there's no way they could be normal after that. not that they can in canon but even Less after what ashe knows mark's seen him do. also GOD how does. tidalwave mark coming over to deadwood mark dragging tide with him happen..... one second im still thinking about the dreadful little polycule u know ill always talk ur ear off Abt them!!!

this ask has been cooking in my inbox for WEEKS because thinking about post-muse mark and ashe makes me so fucking sick dude. god. okay. fucking huge ramble about them under the cut

not going to answer the tidalwave thing yet because we NEED 2 discuss what happens to tide instead of depowering him bc that would fucking kill him and we CANNOT kill our dad. i know we mentioned him taking an armsmaster style retirement/thinly veiled house arrest but. thats a conversation for later hehe

ANYWAY. FUCK . POST-MUSE ASHE MY POOR LITTLE BOY. god. this is all going to be hypotheticals and questions honestly. but like. god. thinking abt the scene like. IMMEDIATELY after the trickster lets him go. the trickster lets go of him and ashe just fucking slumps to the ground like a (pun very much intended) puppet with his strings cut. hes not unconscious, hes awake, but the last time he was free and aware he had to watch himself rip william in half! lol! i think that all hits him at once and he just like. falls to his fucking knees!!! and like. mark pov. thats his son his son is free hes had to watch all of this in shock and horror but now ashe is free after so fucking long and all he wants to do is rush forward and hug him (pick him up, bundle him in his arms like he did when ashe first triggered, carry him in the car as they speed out of the quarantine zone hoping nobody is following them-) and i think he gets as far as. falling to his knees next to ashe, but as soon as his hand makes contact i think ashe flinches so hard its almost like the touch hurt him. hes just. staring at his dad with these huge eyes and shallow breaths and hes shaking and crying and its a fucking MESS and mark doesnt know what to DO and the wards are standing in a loose semicircle behind him and ashe does NOT like all of these eyes on him. he knows these are people who love him but he doesnt know ... what the fuck theyre going to think of him. after. all of that.

i think it would be fun (/evil) if for..... a little while after he's free ashe is just CONSTANTLY waiting for the other shoe to drop. he knows trickster has mal now, he believes that was real, and mal can make illusions. so . whats to say this isnt just all. fake. one of these days hes going to wake up covered in blood and gore and new piercings stinging and aching and . ashe winters will just be the empty aftermath of muse again. i cannot IMAGINE a world in which mark would let him out of his sight again... maybe not in the same completely suffocating way he did when ashe was a kid but like. he definitely insists on ashe living with him again. just. theres a sort of nervous hesitance that wasnt there before. mark is so much more Present now that he doesnt have to work for overlord anymore. he's at home. he makes breakfast and dinner and his footsteps are still loud and heavy but theyre cautious and the way he knocks on ashes door is a lot more gentle than it used to be . i just think theyre both like... scared of each other. ashe scared to relax because he thinks that everything could be fake and he doesnt know what anyone really thinks of him anymore (he is so full of shame and guilt over what he did as muse- i dont think anyone would directly Tell Him but i think . he would probably look up the news, just to *know*). and mark is scared because he doesnt know what to do. he doesnt want to make anything worse. he lets the wards and tide visit whenever they want (because he trusts them) because familiar faces and voices might help ashe feel normal again, but hes still. just. so full of paranoia that something else could go wrong.. and all he wants to do is just. put ashe in a vault or something that could keep him safe from anything that could ever hurt him again. but also he knows thats exactly what the trickster was doing to him (and what mark did to him his entire childhood) so he doesnt.

this is . entirely self indulgent and maybe ooc a little bit but i really really REALLY want the first step of them like... healing. is for mark to be doing something maybe in the kitchen or the living room and ashe slowly trudges into the room feet dragging, hair tangled and hanging in his face OBVIOUSLY not touched at all, nervous energy twitchy at everything like he has been for weeks, but instead of sitting himself in the corner or with his back against a wall he just... comes up next to mark and bumps his forehead into his back/arm/whatever. and he doesnt say anything and mark freezes up bc he doesnt want to make any sudden moves and scare him but then after like. a couple long seconds of stillness and silence ashe hugs him. mark asks (voice really quiet) if hes okay, and ashes shakes his head (which is more just like. sideways rocking his forehead without breaking contact) and mark asks if he can hug him back (nod this time) and they just kind of. sink to the floor and theyre crying and hugging and they dont talk about it later but i think thats when it clicks in ashes brain like. huh okay maybe this is real.

[anyhow-everything]

bestie .... im having ..... binchan thoughts

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-may, @skzms

Oh my god, I'm so sorry for letting this just rot in my inbox! I saw it, wanted to respond later, and then apparently forgot :D But guess what guess what guess what!!!! This ask now has the honour of being the first piece written on my newly fixed laptop. (This is pre-skz binchan)

Binchan both are more of a night owl, they often spend hours upon hours in the studio obsessing over that one detail to get the song just right. Take after take just doesn't seem to fit, and after years of working together, they know each other very intimately and often can tell just by the slightest detail about the other that something is off. This is how they find themselves in a rather unique position some day: after a rough morning with early and hectic schedules, during which both had to pretend that they're fine and not desperately want to go back to bed, they finally get to lock themselves in the studio and do what they truly love; create music.

Chan already visibly relaxes the moment the first notes hit his ear drums, and Changbin follows soon after, closing his eyes and just letting himself get carried away by the beat for a bit. "So, we left off yesterday with the transition to the pre-hook, right? I kinda want something there, something unique, something that shows our own flavour, just to set the mood for the powerful hook that's to come. I just don't know what I want exactly? Let's work on that for tonight, just play around a bit, experiment, we still have time for this" he sets out the agenda for the night. And since the leader has spoken, this is exactly what they do. They goof around, trying out different sounds melodies and rhythms, just to see what feels right. But alas, nothing seems to work. It's fun at first, like little children who found out that hitting something makes noise, so they do it over and over again. And they fail. Each time. Over and over again. The sun is long gone by now, everything's dark outside and the building is mostly empty when Chan finally lets out a defeated sigh. "I swear this song is going to kill me at some point. Nothing works! Why does nothing work? What am I doing wrong?"

It's now that Changbin takes a first real look at his leader after quite some time of being laserfocussed on work, and he sees it immediately. The little frown. The slumped shoulders. The way his hands fidget. He's agitated, and it makes him loose control over his racing (and most likely self-deprecating) thoughts. He needs a distraction, something to set his mind right again, and he needs it now. And Changbin has just the idea. "Hyung, do you trust me?" "Of course I trust you, Changbinnie. Why?" "Here, let me try something. Close your eyes. Don't look, just feel what's going on around you"

Chan looks skeptical, but closes his eyes nonetheless. Takes a deep breath. Listens to his quickened heartbeat. And feels.

The first thing he feels is the cold breeze of the air conditioning hitting his right shoulder. The second thing he feels is the seam of his cropped shirt brushing against his rips, trapped between chest and arm. The third thing he feels is a hand gliding over his cheekbone. The fourth thing he feels is hot breath tickling against his neck. The sixth thing he feels are plush lips against his own. Slow. Relaxed. Soft. Not like the rushed and stressed day he had, but like a summer breeze kissing him, reminding him that it's there, but not actually interrupting. He kisses back.

They've kissed before, plenty of times, both sexually and platonically, but not like this. Never like this. Never like they have all the time in the universe, never like a hurried second is a wasted one, and never like nothing else in this world could burst their little bubble right now. Before it always felt like they needed to hide, like they needed to quickly get this over with, like they had to be aggressive to keep intruders out. This is new. This is nice. This is comfort. He never wants this to stop.

And so he doesn't. He kisses back, he leans into his friend, he slowly lets his hands explore his body, and in what simultaneously feels like eternity and an blink of an eye they end up naked on the couch, bodies entangled, heated contact shared between just the two of them. It's everything and nothing at all, and Changbin does everything just right. He's sweet, he's careful, but he knows his leader by now, he knows what he likes, and - even more importantly - he knows what he needs. There is no screaming, or marking, or harsh words. Just sweet compliments, soft giggles and little sighs emitted by the two of them, until they collapse into each other's arms panting.

It takes a while for them to recuperate, but when they do, Chan is already overflowing with ideas. "So, I thought, we always wanted the hook to be impactful, right? And so we wanted the transition to also be impactful. But, what if - instead of monotony - we go for a contrast? Make the transition smooth, make it soft, just broaden the spectrum of this song, showcasing the bandwidth we truly have! What'd'ya think?" Changbin smiles and Chan's entire world lights up. Within then more minutes the song is finished. The boys go home satisfied and happy, and everything becomes even more colourful when they get home and immediately are attacked by their favourite quokka asking for cuddles.

That day Chan learned something important, and he made a promise to himself. Harmony is important in a group, yes. But harmony doesn't mean similarity, it means complementarity. It means knowing each other and knowing each other so well that you can be a support system without having to be asked first. If he wants to form a successful group, he needs to make sure of that first. And that is how the "testing" has started.

Where these the binchan thoughts you were having, lovely?

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

RETURNING???

but on a different blog... probably... and idk if i will post publicly what that blog will be called.

Below the cut is a telling of what happened, why i quit, and why i am still scared to even use this blog-

Okay so most of ya are from like 2021-2022 when I Was in the prime of my bsd x reader days. I was doing good, was loving the fandom interacting with the asks, love love loveeeeeed all the friends/big sis/mom figures I had on here.

you guys (for the magority) were amazing. I loved handing out free little cheer me ups. I was most popular with my angst and comfort fics. Most notable untruthful blame, that one chuuya x reader and then some dazai x reader i did where reader is dead lol. I liked writing, I still really like it. Hell I started two novels both of which are actually doing better then I had ever expected on both Wattpad and Inkitt. however around the end of 2022 and much of 2023 I started to get Anons that were less then nice. After the whole person ripping off the content i was posting on wattpad situation I got a lot of hate. Mind you I was a minor at the time. Tumblr was my escape from the living ightmare highschool and home had kinda become in those years. I was NOT doing oka mentally- had several eps where I almost deleted so seeing hate for the first time ever in what i thought was a small comunity was like devistating. I ignored it, had a few of you who were there for me ya know just really sweet. they were relentless... i'd block the anon (think tumblr would blobk ips or smth???) but id get another ask in the inbox days or weeks later each worse then the last. It was not healthy and killed my love of the craft if im honest. I stopped answering asks because opening the inbox meant seeing something nasty. I didn't want to however shut down my inbox bc of requests. I would go in do a bunch at once then hold onto them in drafts to post slowly, that's how i did my events and most of my reqs... Then i kinda just dissapeared with a small going on break notice with no intention of actually coming back. I'd be posting less already and as expected it wasn't ever really brought up. nobody noticed and time went by and poof off the face I went. I did an ocassional reblog, answered something in a comment, or posted a random af post but that was it. And despite that i was still seeing the anon pop up in my inbox all the way up until july 2024... yeah TWO YEARS after this whole shebang. Now I've been posting and a bit active for a bit waiting to see and so far my inbox is empty but I am deafly terrified that when/if i post drables or x readers on here again that they will come back. and no i can't handle it. I am in a better place but i have a lot of mental health issues... like a lot... I never wanted to leave but if i hadnt i was afraid i'd end up dragged down so far i'd actually go through with it. people are fucking asses online, escpecally tumblr for some damn reason. Like this site can be brutal as fuck if you reach outside your circle of like 10 people...

💗 so yeah that's what happened and why i am hesitant to post here depite still activly posting on my Wattpad and A03 accounts.

[mychlapci]

I have a big brain that is smooooth, an obsession with Megatron being 100% breedable and mother material (i have a picture somewhere in my memories of WHY megatron is so breedable.) and im sorry for spamming your inbox out but I need to indulge myself in like 2000000 different things, i promise im sorry ;-;

Megaratch is the hill i am going to die on. Because now we need Ratchet sheepishly admitting to Optimus, who’s 100% ready to kill himself or the closest bot, that he was the crazy mech to spike Megatron multiple times.

Yeah Prowl definitely bluescreens, and doesnt re-online for a couple days because his stress-meter blew out the roof.

Meanwhile with the cons, everyone’s 100% sure its Optimus, despite how he swore it wasnt him. But that changes the moment Megatron pops out the next batch of babies, clearly used to birthing out lil bitties by now. And one of them comes out with. Sirens. TINY LITTLE SIRENS, rocking white and red plating, 100% ambulance sirens, their armour still a rubbery consistency , and red optics. And then everyone realises ‘oh god the autobot medic’

I will also die on the hill of that medics are perfect stud material, strong in multiple ways, sturdy and well built, He could pump Megatron full of transfluid for hours, not stopping until Megatron asks or he’s empty of transfluid.

Annd…who is Megatron to say No to an offer like that?

Okay but like. Hell breaks loose AGAIN in both factions, everyone’s confused as fuck because WHERE has Megatron gone, WHY the autobot medic, WHEN did they start fucking on the weekly and HOW have they gotten away with this?!

- Chase anon :3 , Thank you for feeding into everyones addictions, i’ll try not to go crazy on your inbox i promise <3

Megatron is breedable. He's powerful, strong, has the body and the hips for it, and a carrier capable of protecting his litter is a good carrier. Also 100% medics are perfect studs, which is probably why it all started. You have a perfect, capable carrier, and a very capable sire,  both of which really hate each other, but… the sex is fucking great, and the breeding drive just makes it so much better. And Megatron wants heirs. And Ratchet is just… living out some rage fantasies and blowing off steam. 

Ratchet probably gets away with it for a long time. However long it takes for Prowl to stop yelling at Optimus. Which is a long time, indeed. But then there's a lot of doubt circling through the autobot ranks, distrust in their leader, so he ends up having to admit that he ended up fucking Megatron. He has to say it in front of the whole high command too, just really rip off the bandaid and let everyone know that no, it wasn't Optimus who knocked up Megatron, it was him (and maybe Optimus is a little jealous…)

The proof is Megatron's next batch of bitties, which come out significantly more ambulance coloured. My bet is there were a few decepticons who had a bet on the autobot medic, but only a few, and they end up loaded for sticking to their guns even though everyone told them they're being stupid.

You think they share custody? You think one day Ratchet's just got a couple bitties in his arms the entire day. A couple big, fat, red-eyed bitties. Prowl probably suggests, not so subtly, that they should get rid of them, but that idea is immediately shushed by everyone with half a spark because…just look at them. The bitlets are, somehow, so cute. 

[bropunzeling]

how goes the wip!! i swear everyday i refresh my inbox eagerly waiting for your name to show up ahhh i am so excited for your next mattdrai! (no pressure or anything just expressing my excitement!!!)

ah thank you! well i'm about halfway through my outline, but unfortunately ive hit a bit of a lull. starting a new section of story is so hard!!! also. wedding planning is so hard especially when there is only like two months to go. lmao rip. but progress is happening though! hope i can get them to kiss at some point this calendar year!!

a snippet for you:

“Do you think it’ll be better?”

Leon turns his head, blinks blearily at Matthew. “What?”

Matthew lifts a hand and gestures into the empty air. “You know. Next year.”

“Can’t get much worse,” Leon mumbles.

That earns him another laugh. “Fuck, you’re such a grump.”

“Not really,” Leon protests faintly. 

“No?” Matthew’s grin is crinkled and crooked. “Sure seems like it to me, bud.”

“I’m not,” Leon insists. “It’s just…” Just the last six months, he wants to say, except he doesn’t know if Matthew would believe it. Not after years of Matthew only ever seeing him wound up until he’s spitting mad. Not when every time Matthew looked at him across the ice while wearing another team’s uniform, it lit a fuse inside Leon’s chest that was guaranteed to go off, to blow up in both their faces. He doesn’t know how to prove to Matthew that that’s not all there is inside him. Not the rootless frustration, not the resentment that he can’t seem to tamp down. That things used to be different.

“I want next year to be better,” Leon says finally. He picks up his wine glass and twirls it in his fingers, watching the crystal glitter. “I just… I can’t see how, yet.”

A foot nudges his own. Leon glances over to find Matthew leaning forward, elbows on his thighs, his own glass cradled in his hands. The top hat is dangerously close to slipping off his head. “How about this,” Matthew says. “New Year’s resolution. We both try our fucking hardest to make next year less shit.”

Leon’s laugh takes him by surprise, a harsh sound that catches in his throat. “Yeah?” he asks when he manages to take a breath. “And what does that mean?”

Matthew shrugs, shoving his hat more securely in place. “I mean, we could make the playoffs, for one.”

Leon scoffs. “Swinging big.”

“You know it,” Matthew says. Then his eyes narrow, go bright and focused. Same way they do on the ice, right before he tells Leon exactly where to find him. “I think we can do it. If our line is clicking, if we’re both on—I mean. We have to have a shot, right?”

Leon runs his thumbnail along the rim of his wine glass. They’re constantly trading off last in the Pacific with the Sharks and the Ducks. They still have shit defense. Last night they fell apart in record time, couldn’t even give Matthew the gift of a good showing in front of his former team. 

But Leon’s been here before. Staring down the barrel of a losing season, feeling the pressure on his shoulders, knowing it’s down to him and the guy next to him to turn things around. He's made bigger miracles happen feeling just like this.

Matthew’s nothing like how Connor was, but he’s just as good at pushing Leon’s buttons. At offering a challenge he knows Leon won’t refuse.

“Okay, fine,” Leon says, looking over and meeting Matthew’s gaze. “We make the playoffs.”

Matthew sits back in his chair, smile wide, punching dimples into his cheeks. “That’s what I’m saying.” He tips his glass towards Leon, tips his stupid, sparkly hat. “I’m holding you to that, Drai.”

“Sure. Fine.” But Leon’s smiling too, involuntary. He can feel it, the way it’s making his cheeks hurt.