#Chemical Free Baby Clothes

[thekashaya01]

Kaṣhāya Baby Bonnet is the essential traditional baby accessory to finish off any outfit or swaddle. Carefully designed to hug around the face covering ears, framing those cute little baby features. Luxuriously soft and comfortable, made with goodness of Ayurvedic herbal dyed organic cotton. Herbal Dye and Material use

[kazvha]

WHAT THE GENSHIN BOYS SMELL LIKE

Including: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Freminet, Gaming, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli

Notes: These are just personal headcanons, don't take these too seriously🥴 Enjoy!!💛

ALBEDO

• I think he smells like nothing most of the time

• You only feel cold air when you stand next to him because he's in Dragonspine a lot

• Subtle notes of charcoal which he uses as an art tool or of strong chemicals cling onto him on some days

ALHAITHAM

• I also don't think he smells like anything on most days, maybe only like the fresh clothes he's wearing

• Though he has a faint scent of coconut to him. It could be the shampoo or the skin care products he's using, but it's mostly because of his body lotion

AYATO

• His hair always smells like the shampoo he uses. So sugary and sweet, like vanilla cake or bubblegum

• But for his body and clothes he uses expensive clean and powdery fragrances

• Quite the combo, I must say💀 Strange, just like his taste in food

BAIZHU

• Smells like expensive bar soap. A mix of aloe vera and ginger

• Also smells kinda sour because of the herbs he works with

CYNO

• Smells like pure white musk which smells great

• But it can be quite intense on some days when he decides to go overboard with his sprays

• He's sweating at the end of the day but the smell is subtle

DAINSLEIF

• He smells like the environment he was in. Often it's nature. Every now and then he smells like the rain too

• Also smells kinda dusty, like that basement smell you know? People either love it or hate it.

DILUC

• He smells warm and homely. Notes of cedar, sandalwood, or cinnamon

• But you'd have to stand really close to him to smell anything, his coat kinda dulls the scent

• Of course, he always smells like the vineyard and grapes during the harvest

FREMINET

• Smells fresh like bar soap. It's almost unnoticeable. It has a light scent of baby powder

• His clothes smell like chamomile because of the fabric softener he uses

GAMING

• This fella smells like cocoa butter because he uses it as body lotion

• I can also imagine that he carries an aroma of caramel/burnt sugar

• Bro eats so much dim sum, he often smells like the food he ate

GOROU

• I don't think he has a particular scent

• But his home/room smells like cinnamon, cloves, and oranges. The scent kinda rubs off on him

HEIZOU

• He wears body mists with floral notes. His favorites are maybe roses, lavender, or honeysuckle

• He likes to keep a little lavender sachet in his closet, so his clothes also smell like flowers

ITTO

• Idk, he probably smells like someone who's outside a lot. He has that outside smell, you know what I mean?

• He probably wears a musky fragrance, but it usually mixes with his sweat

KAEYA

• My bro is using all sorts of Arabian oils and fragrances. He has some with the notes of oud, musk, amber, and much more. Kaeya has a whole collection

• He smells divine and he knows it because people compliment him every day

• But like Venti, he drinks a lot, so his scent mixes with the wine odor

KAVEH

• Kaveh likes to wear fruity, tropical fragrances because he's always craving chilled fruits, especially on days that are hotter than usual.

• They also remind him of the days on which he sat in front of his house with his parents and ate watermelons

• Also has an alcohol odor sometimes like his fellas in Mondstadt

KAZUHA

• He uses a fabric softener because he likes his clothes to be extra comfortable. That's why he often smells like fresh laundry

• Because he spends a lot of his free time in nature, he probably also smells like grass or firewood

LYNEY

• Berries. He always smells like berries.

• He won't tell you what his secret is

• You guess every product he uses has the scent of berries. His bodywash, his shampoo, his body lotion, his deodorant, his fabric softener, the candle in his room, his lip balm, etc. Even his toothpaste...

NEUVILLETTE

• This sir smells like the ocean. Like the sea breeze. Like water itself.

• Yeah, he likes expensive-smelling aquatic colognes. Though occasionally he also uses citrusy perfumes

TARTAGLIA

• Something tells me that he either smells like expensive aquatic fragrances

• Or he smells like an old lady mixed with the aroma of nature, grass, firewood, animals, etc.

THOMA

• He probably likes to wear sweet scents like tonka bean and honey

• Or even perfumes with fruity notes like peach or pear

TIGHNARI

• You can't tell me this guy doesn't smell like herbs, plants, flowers and stuff

• Idk, when I think of him I think of eucalyptus

VENTI

• He would smell quite fresh and idk, breezy?

• Like a fresh breath of air in spring if you know what I mean

• But since he's drunk most of the time the overbearing odor of wine sticks to him

WANDERER

• Nahida gifted him a citrus perfume and he has been using it ever since

• He likes bitter smells too, so he bought himself bitter perfumes with bergamot, bitter orange, and grapefruit notes

WRIOTHESLEY

• I think he wears a perfume which has woody, earthy notes. Sometimes he has a fresh minty smell to him too

• When he fights the scents obviously mix with his sweat

• I also think a light scent of motor oil sticks to him

XIAO

• Most of the days he smells literally like nothing, or sweat. It's not overbearing though

• But there are some days on which he smells super sweet, like vanilla, cotton candy, a baked treat or something

• It's either because he ate those things or because he has body sprays with these scents. He won't tell you

ZHONGLI

• If you're standing close to him, you'll smell his pleasant cologne scent

• It could be musky or woody, but he usually wears floral scents like osmanthus

• His scent mixes with the aroma of tea leaves or herbs which he gets from wandering in the market and drinking tea the whole day

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝐼𝒩 𝒜 𝑅𝒰𝒯 ؛ 𝓀𝑒𝒾𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ forced breeding ﾉ forced pregnancy ﾉ clit spanking ﾉ creampie ﾉ misogyny ﾉ rut ﾉ baby trapping ﾉ feral keigo ﾉ piss ﾉ marking ﾉ profanity

Keigo’s bigger, softer around the edges but still with that slight cut of pristine muscle lining his torso and limbs. His wings thicken, puffy with a fat down blanketing them with gentle red bristles.

Sweaty too. He doesn’t want to wear any clothes. Granted, he says that all the time. But now it’s not just a want, it’s a need. A priority. He doesn’t feel fit to carry out his primitive desires when he’s being held back and restrained by all that stupid cotton and leather. He needs to be free, needs to let his manhood breathe. Otherwise how could he possibly carry out his responsibility as a daddy? That’s right, he couldn’t.

You leave him to his ludicrous antics of digging out nests in your bed. Making a fine art of curling every blanket, quilt and pillow in the house into a cushty barricaded circle atop your mattress, slapping at the cuddly pile of fabric with an almost crazed look, claiming that your “eggs” are going to be so warm and safe there. Or otherwise scenting you, rubbing his damp neck and hair all over your body, starting off with a gentle kiss to your temple, before sliding down your torso to rub his palms against that little pouch of flesh he knows he’s going to put his babies in, eventually.

Keigo doesn’t like the fact that you still insist on walking around the house fully clothed. He doesn’t, so why do you need to? You’re his mate, his wife, his other half. He knows it’s time to procreate, so why don’t you?

He follows you around the house on another one of your cleaning sprees. His nose wrinkles at the acrid scent of chemicals and lemon in the air, scratching at his throat and burning his sensitive nostrils as you continue to wipe the surfaces and spray away the scent of masculine sweat he worked so hard on drowning the house in. Do you really want another male entering his territory?

There’s only the slightest ring of yellow encircling his otherwise blown pupils. He tunes out after the first 10 seconds of your ranting and scolding. Something about how nobody’s going to “steal you away” if he doesn’t piss on the front door. Yeah, we’ll see about that, he scoffs to nobody but himself, plucking a bent feather from his rugged cape of crimson to flick and mould it back to shape, flicking at the fibrous hairs.

“Keigo, are you even listening to me?” You clap your hands in his face, attempting to garner his attention. “Hello?”

He doesn’t like that one bit, the flailed movements seeming all to similar to an opposing threat, a predator. He blinks away the carnal instinct to rip your arms out of their sockets and puncture your skull with his teeth. “Yes.”

“Well, it doesn’t fucking look like it. Can you repeat any of what I just said?”

“Stop pissing outside.”

“And what else?”

“And on the door.”

Glowing ember’s narrow as you huff, massaging your temples as you begin to pace, stomping about the kitchen with a cloth and spray bottle in hand.

He shudders at the sharp hiss of the pump, spitting at the granite counter and washing away his mark.

“Baby..” He draws closer, wings twitching at the irritating squeak of polished marble. Two large hands, both streaked with thick prominent veins clasp your waist in an attempt to bring your rear closer towards his erect, naked member.

“No, Keigo. Not right now, I’m busy.”

An elbow jabs at his ribs as you continue to scrub away at the surface, leaning over the edge with the pudgy mound of your pussy swaying against his cock and balls with a tantalising momentum.

Before you know it, the bottle is yanked out of your hand and chucked against the wall. The towel clutched between your fingers meets the same fate, ripped in two by a set of talons and left in shreds on the floor.

“Keigo!” You shriek, already pushing against him as he grips you by the neck. “Get off! What’s wrong with you!”

It’s a rhetorical question, and one he has no interest in answering anyway. Too busy with pulling the silk of your pyjama pants down to your toes, along with those stupidly skinny pieces of sheer string you seem to think pass as underwear. He can already see globs of slick bubbling along the apex of your pussy hole. He grins at the sight, running a bent knuckle through the valley of your puffy folds. At least your body knows what it was made for.

“Keigo, stop!” There’s a hint of panic in your voice, squirming as he squeezes the delicate tendons holding your spine in place. Holding you by the scruff as though you were a bad puppy.

He sighs, flecks of spit flying from his mouth in his crazed revolution. His wings extend behind him as he clutches his throbbing shaft in his palm, swirling and bathing the velvety tip in your cunny juice. “I’m sorry, chickadee. But this is just how it is in the real word.” There’s a solemn silence, a heavy seriousness to the air as though he wasn’t rubbing his pulsating slit against your clit, collecting its oozing wetness for an easier turn of events. “You gotta’ take what you want. Gotta’ just fuck it out. Otherwise, we’d go extinct.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Wouldn’t we, honey bun?”

“Ngh — !” The edge of the counter jabs at your hip bones, rolling on delicate skin that’s sure to be bruised after the ordeal. Your waist bucks as he smacks his swollen tip against your nervous bud.

“Mmh, this is what you wanted.” He repeats the motion, flicking his wrist faster and faster until his spanking becomes rhythmic, slapping the sluggish weight of his member up and down on your pussy. It’s a strategic move on his part, torturing your poor sensitive clitty so you’ll be all that more grateful when he moves on to the main course. “Oh yeah? You like that?” He coos as your back hunches, unsure as to whether you’re trying to curl into the pleasure or away from the pain.

After collecting a sufficient amount of lubrication, he does the same, practically clambering onto the counter with your spine arched in his hands as though he were some type of feral beast or savage hound, hung and ready to fuck and breed his bitch. He squats over your quaking form, shoving you along the smooth surface until his drooling dick nestles itself neatly between the cleft of your asscheeks, bobbing against your scared twat with his tensed ball-sack swinging closely behind.

It’s a wildly contorted position, but one Keigo insists on nonetheless.

“Agh, I’ve been waiting for this.” He grunts. “I’ve been waiting so fuckin’ long, and you just wouldn’t let me fuckin’ have it.” Pulling and tugging on your swollen labia, he separate your sticky little slit until all that’s left to shield you is the tense ring of muscle defending your hole. “Well, that’s fine by me chickadee.” He slips inside with a breathy chuckle, giggling and chortling to himself even as you yelp in pain. “I’ll just do it myself.”

It’s fast paced with an ill rhythm. There’s no love or care to be felt in his thrusts, just cruel harsh punishment, a means to an end until Keigo gets to pump his babies into your precious womb, fill you with his chicks so you can finally be a family. A proper family.

“Agh, and we can do Christmas, and Halloween, and go to the beach.” The thought is almost arousing to him, motivating him into humping your rear faster. “Won’t that be fun, little bird?”

He can be sure you’re crying, or at least close to it. He pays your silent tears no mind, blaming it on the excitement of your new life taking will.

“Kei, please! I told you, I’m not ready!” You arch your neck to plead with him.

His smile falters, twisting into something much more sinister and lecherous. He clamps a palm over the back of your skull and turns you back to the wall, facing your pitiful expression away from him. “You don’t need to be ready. I’ll do everything for you.” A calm hiss meets yours ear. “All you need to do, is lay back and take it.”

He digs into your stomach, smashing your insides to pieces as you lay paralysed beneath him. Cold marble presses against your forehead, cooling your fever as Keigo claps into you from above, a heavy set of hung balls knocking against you.

“Keigo!” You chant his name, broken as you wail out a string of pained moans.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear.” Keigo practically howls. “Let’s be animals baby!”

The domes of his knees crash down either side of you, evidence of his newly contorted position as he ruts into your cunt, foaming at the mouth where his teeth grind. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna’ breed this pretty muff full ‘a seed.”

“Keigo, no!”

Funny you seem to think you’re still in charge. After this, you’re never gonna be empty again. He’s gonna stuff you one kid after another and as many as it takes until you become his cute little housewife. The kind that only cooks and cleans and looks after his babies while he’s out working and providing. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together sweet pea.

Keigo belts with laughter as you scream, thrashing and jerking beneath him as he spurts, spraying his seed deep inside your belly and then some. He slips out halfway, looking down to admire the ring of white sewing your gummy crevice together. “Mmh, now that’s what I’m talking about..”

[thenewausten]

Camping with Quackity <3

TW: smut 🔞

It would be a cozy afternoon where you decided to drive and camp at the middle of a nowhere just because you were bored of staying at home watching movies or going out to restaurants.

"It's very nice here, what do you think?!" Alex asks when he stops the car in a spot next to a forest. "Yeah, it's great." You answer, the smell of grass makes you smile, you love being around the nature and it was something you wanted to do more. "Let's set up the tent, amor." Alex says and you nod, you both get out of the car. "Imagine, baby, if there's a fuckin' serial killer around the forest and the asshole kills us for no reason at all?! Like, we'd die for free." You say, and Alex looks at you, scared. "Now I won't be able to relax, Y/N." He says and you laugh. "Oh, c'mon. It won't happen, dude."

"Yeah, right." He says. You both set up the tent and put some pillows you brought. "Let's eat?! I'm hungry." You say and your boyfriend nods. "I'm so glad it's cold." He whispers and you smile. "Why?"

"Because we can cuddle." He whispers and kisses your neck, you smile. "That's cute, babyy." Your lips touches his and Alex hugs you. "We should eat first, I won't be able to stop if we start kissing." He says, making you smile and blush a little.

After "dinner" (sandwiches you made), you were just cuddling and talking about your dreams for the future. "We should get married at the Church where My Chemical Romance made the "Helena" clip." Alex says and you laugh. "I don't know, baby, but... Yeah, we can see it." You answer and he nods. "We should have two kids, you know?! A girl and a boy."

"What if we have, like, two girls or two boys?!" You ask him and he smiles. "Well, we can have more than two kids, right?! Two boys and one girl, two girls and one boy..."

"Yeah, no! Two is already too much, imagine three, Alex?!" You ask him and the boy makes a sad grimace. "We should have just a little boy, or girl." You say. "Noooo, two kids, amor! One girl and one boy." He whispers and you roll your eyes with a smile on your lips. "Fine, 'Lex." He kisses all over your face as soon as you answer him. "I love you so much, mi amor." He whispers. "I love you too, Alex." You hold his face with your both hands and give him a peck on the lips.

"We should start now, you know?!" He says and you laugh. "Ain't no fuckin' way, Alex. I have to finish my college and you have to propose to me first."

"Okay, it's fair. We should just..." He kisses your neck, putting himself on top of you. "Have a little train, then." You smile at Alex, kissing his lips. "I agree, baby." Alex kisses your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth as one of his hands roams through your body. "You're so hot." He whispers when he breaks the kiss to unbutton your pajama shirt, Alex can't help but suck one of your boobs as soon as he takes your shirt off, making you moan with the delicious feeling. "I love when you moan like this, amor." He whispers, his tongue on your nipple. "And I don't even started, mi vida." You whimper as you feel Alex fingers on your clit, the boy smiles when you close your eyes with the pleasure, the boy takes your panties off, the little yellow light of a little battery powered lamp lightens your naked body. "So beautiful and all mine." He whispers and kisses your neck, Alex groans as you rub your cunt against his hardened cock. "Take your clothes off, 'Lex. It's unfair to have you all dressed." You whisper, Alex smiles and obeys you, taking his shirt, underwear and pants. "Are you happy now, princess?!" He asks you. "Not yet, you know?!" You say, suggestively, and he laughs. "Let me just..." Alex slides the condom on his cock and approach you, his dick on your entrance as he kisses your face. "Are you comfortable with these pillows?!" The boy asks. "Yes, don't worry." You answer, the boy kisses your lips as his dick enters on your cunt, making you both moan. "Feels so good, 'Lex." You whimper. "I know, amor, I kn-, shit." He groans against your neck and you moan. "I love you so much, Alex." You whisper and Alex smiles. "I love you so much, Y/N." The boy kisses your lips, his dick fucking the shit out of you, but his touches on your skin is so soft it's almost contradictory. "You're so beautiful, amor." He whispers and you smile. "You too, 'Lex." You kiss his lips. "So handsome." He smiles, his whines fill the tent just like your moans.

"I'm close, amor." He whispers and you nod. "Me too, 'Lex." You hug Alex as his hands touches your face, you both come together and he stops moving his hips, falling with his head on your chest. "I love you." He kisses your heart and you caress his black hair. "I love you too, baby." You kiss his head.

"Can I confess something?!" He asks after a couple of minutes. "Sure."

"I'm scared of... Uh, someone... Like, as you said before, appears here and kill the both of us." He whispers and you laugh. "Unbelievable, Alex."

"I'm sorry, amor, but I don't want to die!" He says and you smile. "You're so cute, you know?!"

"Uhm... Amor, please, can we sleep on my car?!" He asks and you nod. "Sure, baby. We can leave to our home too, if you want to."

"Uh, it'd be nice, but I'm tired to drive." He says and you nod. You both get up and Alex undo the tent, you try as much as you can to make the back of his car comfortable for the both of you and as soon as you lay down with your head on Alex's chest, you want to sleep. "Good night, mi vida, I love you so much."

"Good night, my dear. I love you too." You whisper to him and hug him tighter.

You both slept like two angels in heaven, and thank God none serial killer appeared to kill you both as Alex feared.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Lost son of catbat au where Danny learns who his bio parents are and freaks out. Batman was notoriously observant and would find him out in a heartbeat. Not to mention if it came to a custody battle he would win against the Fentons easily, or worse, someone would get overshadowed and the situation could get messy.

Batman might also seek ways to control or contain him which was terrifying. He spent his entire life feeling like he was in a cage, trapped by his adoptive parents. He didn't have many friends because his parents would scare people off with thier high tech weapons and neon jumpsuits and the ones that did stay...well they did more than look down the barrel of the sci-fi guns they touted, even if they were only covered in goo, getting shot at must be a traumatic experience. The rest of the time he felt like he was trying to creep across landmines without setting them off.

No one wanted his parents undivided attention not even thier children. That combined with the fact his house was mixed with a lab resulted in it being a giant cluster of Osha violations. Opening the fridge was dangerous long before the portal opened and the food inside it would come to life, this was because they often stored dangerous and volatile chemicals inside of it and something as small as the light bulb flicking on inside could cause something to explode.

Danny had never felt safe in his house. Tuckers place had always been his safe haven and his parents had practically raised him as thier own. Thank the Ancients for Mr and Mrs Foley. He didn't know where he would be without them. This, of course, changed after the accident. Now he didn't feel safe anywhere.

After six months with his powers he began making contingency plans for everything. His friends called him paranoid but were forced to eat thier words not even a three days later when one stopped a new ghost from taking over the city.

Danny had always been good at making plans when he actually had time to sit down and think things through. He was also excellent at sneaking around and stealing. Now he knew why.

He might not want anything to do with his parents but he very much wanted more siblings. Jazz was great but she helped raise him since she was a baby. She felt way more like a mom than a sister. Dani was self explanatory. It hurt him to know that his siblings didn't know about him-couldn't know about him.

That is, until Red Hood appeared on the scene. At this point Danny had given up on his human life and found he had so much more free time. Sure he was technically still going to school, but that was to fight ghosts, he didn't attend classes. He set up alliances with other ghosts in the zone to help defend his territory and now Amity Park had a thiving ghostly undercity that few of the living knew about.

Danny finally had time to himself, even though Sam hated it. She kept telling him it was wrong. This was a hot topic of debate between him, Sam and Tucker with the boys both against her. Sure, watching the people who took him in and -well, not raise him exactly but fed and clothed him for years- drive around the city desperatly calling his name did make him feel kinda crappy.

Red Hood gave him hope. He was estranged from Bruce but was still his brother. Jackpot! Plus he was older than him and a known killer, so he wasn't likely to tattle on him to the big bad bat about Danny making Vlad "disappear" a few months ago. Hood made people disappear all the time so who was he to judge anyway?

Still, he could admit just showing up unannounced in his apartment was kinda dangerous. There was no garentee Hood would shoot him, brother or not. I mean, he's been violent with Robin lately and no one knows why, and he's thier brother.

Just as he was about to talk himself out of this and go back to his own city he heard the tell tale click of a gun. Crap.

"So, who are you?" Hood asked, seemingly aloof even while being confronted with a stranger breaking into his home.

Danny nervously gestured to the cookies he had made for them, "If i tell you will you promise not to tell Batman?"

[dairy-farmer]

My Thought(tm) of the Day! A Do-Over Verse! (o.o ) oh?

Yes! Tim. Glorious, brave, sexy. Dies in battle. It's the Big One, ya'll. A doomed timeline. Worst case scenario. Falling cities, few struggling survivers. The works.

Thing is? For each of them? That worst case scenario is DIFFERENT. Maybe one gets zombies. Another an alien invasion. A hell gate. Regardless, they survive. Fight and live on. Find The Rewind Clock.

A stopwatch that ticks backwards. One use. They.... they have so many regrets. Enemies are closing in. Bloodloss getting to them. They just want to see their family again. Be... better. Nicer to Tim. Save the world.

Click.

Time Rewinds ⏪.

And suddenly? Bruce is... sore. Not burned, parched, and cornered by literal cackling demons as the world burns. Not on his last leg. The last Wayne. The last hope of humanity, a species soon to finally die.

No. He's... exhausted. Wearing clothes he never wanted to see again. Stubble on his face and the ache of recent weeping in his throat. These are his mourning clothes. He's sitting at the Batcomputer. And checking the security feeds?

There is a determined, baby faced, young Timothy Drake... walking himself up the drive. A folder of damning evidence under his little arm.

Jason is dead and soon won't be. And Tim... he... he can start over.

He gets up. This time, he answers the door, instead of Alfred. Is serious when Tim lays out his case. Nods at the right moments. Tells him he's right.

Makes him Robin.

He's better this time. Gives feedback. Doesn't play mind games. Nurtures his brilliance. And Tim? Soaks it up. It burns Bruce, how easy it all could have been. The WARMTH Tim so freely offers. After so many mistakes? Bruce craves it like an addict.

But nothing could ever just be free, could it?

That damn end of the world scenario. He finally tracks it down. Has a MONTH left before Jason should be back. Only to get dragged into literal Hell along side Constantine and have to fight his way out. They close the damn gate. Forever.

It takes two months.

He's in pieces. Injured and still reeling from the horrors he's seen. But he has to try. Try to go get his son. Tim stops him. Keeps him from killing himself, trying to invade the heart of the League while half dead. But after the fires... all the fires... he's so cold. They JEERED and mocked him with his failures.

Like an Addict.

He needs to be closer. Closer and closer. Needs to cherish and be kind and SHOW Tim how much he means to him. But he can't! A lifetime if words trapped, refuse to break free, even now. The only time he's EVER been so intimate and soft is when he...

Wires not so much cross as long ago corroded. He NEEDS. He's kissing Tim's neck. Hands gentle. See? He CAN be gentle. Be tender and good. Not even taking for himself, just massaging muscles loose. Stroking soft, soft skin. Pulling close to cuddle, warm and precious, as he rubs and rubs until Tim comes apart under his gentle hands.

Tim clings so tight. Is punchdrunk and twitching. A first.

His Robin trusts him. Loves him. Is a curious, insatiable, lad. What new, unexpected, and pleasant thing is THIS? Tim let's him have so many firsts.

But what of Dick? Brother and Protecter of Timmeryly Innocence? He faced Vampires. Because of course it had to be sexy, sexy, Vampires. Frankly, he half expected it. But as they close in? He stands atop the hoard of every explosive left he could salvage and wonders if his family would have proud.

If this stupid stop watch will even work.

Where, exactly, he would have taken Timmers for a "Yay We Won!" Celebration dinner if they had, indeed, actually won. He misses pizza. And his friends. But most of all? His family.

Eat several hundred tons of chemical reactions, fuckers.

Click.

He's just finished unlocking a door he is VERY certain he sent a vampiric Deathstroke face first through. The door swings open aaaaand.... yep, that's his old apartment. What day is-?

Tim squeezes by him to start poking around.

Oh.

Dick stops caring. Tim is ALIVE. Smiling at him and joking. Dick feels floaty and far away. Let's Tim do as he pleases. And just... let's himself breathe. Feeling like he's wound too tight beneath his skin. Like at any moment a vampire will crash through a wall and ruin this beautiful dream.

Eventually, Tim notices.

He climbs into Dicks lap to hug him. Ground him. And... and something in Dick snaps. That heartbeat. That beautiful, beautiful heartbeat. Alive, alive, ALIVE. He's rolling them before he can think about it. Tim melting into his kisses. Then jerking and grabbing hold for dear life as he slides of the couch to his knees.

All but ripping anything that keeps his mouth from its goal. Spreading legs and holding them tight, so he can't wiggle free too escape how overwhelming it feels. Dick couldn't hold back if he wanted too.

And he really, really doesn't want too.

Tasting and swirling, sucking and fucking his tounge as deep as it'll go. Pinching and rubbing at that cute little clit. Sliding fingers DEEP to fuck and find and rub mercilessly against all his good spots.

If the apartment wasn't soundproofed, his neighbors would think he was murdering someone. Slowly.

He's so hard it hurts and can't bring himself to care. It's so GOOD to see Timmy sobbing on his tounge. Writhing on the fucking of his fingers, incoherently begging. The only thing that convinces him to STOP is when Tim's whines start sounding the wrong kind of desperate.

Fumbling blindly with a wet hand he jerks his sweats down and crawls up. Bends his sweet boy in half. He slides in so easy, after all the fingerfucking and orgasms. Timmy is so WET. Gushing.

It's perfect. He's perfect. Doesn't have to do a thing. Dick can lift him up easy, still impaled all precious and perfect on his cock, and carry him to the bedroom. Lay him down and work his cock in and out, sweet and gentle, of that poor over toyed with hole, until it becomes too much and he spills DEEP.

You just doze off, Tim. Let your big brother take care of clean up.

And so it goes~ Jason? Zombies. The jokes got old REAL fast. He blinks awake one step into Titans Tower. Changes plans. Catches his successor masterbating. Changes plans AGAIN. Since when was Tim-Tam capable of being horny? Who cares. It's been years by his view point and this is Hot.

He Dramatically Unmasks and pounds Tim through the mattress. Exits stage left, pursued by drugged up Half-Kryptonian.

Damian? About to die in the cold vacuum of space. Took the fight to them. Invade HIS planet, will you? Well uno reverse card mother fuckers. He's gonna invade YOU. ALARMING successfully too, they might add. That was their entire battle fleet.

WAS.

But, well, all men must die... etc etc. Death soliloquy. Or... you know... this stupid magical watch Jon insisted he bring. Meh. Might as wel- Click.

Mother Fucker. Jon was RIGHT. He must never be informed.

And... he forgot how Competently Sexy his Rival was. Shit. He was caught loo-! But Tim just? Grins? Says something about him finally "deciding to get along, huh"? W-what? What's happening. Why is he being pushed down onto a bench? Is this hazing?

Tim rides him dry. He may be a changed man. He can't feel his toes. What in the name of all that is small and fluffy is GOING ON!? Wasn't this supposed to be time travel? And of course, that's when he clocks the others acting Clearly Off.

The fuckers Be-Hornied his RIVAL! He's... something about that! He'll tell you when he can move again. Contemplated the virtues of matrimony with his long time Rival. But rest assured! There will be yelling!

-🐼

😍😍😍😍!!!! them all going back in time at different points and making their moves on tim, treating him nicer, more tender, not letting themselves be held back because they've denied themselves for so long and lost their tim already!!! bruce being the first followed by dick, jason, and damian who indulge and fuck tim and love him! and tim!!! loving his family so much and loving them in every way, letting them make their moves on him because this time around they love him and aren't afraid to show it!! all these versions of the bats who have lived through the loss of everything in an apocalypse and getting to live peaceful and happy lives with their tim!!!😍

[nivisdreaming]

Could I request Steve smut. Could be in a bar, or party or club idk just smut!

Run, Rabbit, Run.

Summary: Feeling brave, you decide to taunt Steve a bit, just to see his soft facade break down. Going along with your games, he takes you out to a forest and gives you a single order to obey: Run.

so i’ve been sitting on what I want to do for this request for awhile, and i finally have an idea >:) woo boy i ran a teeny bit far with this one!! there will be a part two with more smut but it got so long i could not justify making yall wait any longer!!

WC: ~2.7k

Tags: Smut, jealousy, brat!reader, predator/prey, slight dub-con, dom!Steve Harrington, sub!reader, fem!reader, rough sex, oral sex (f!receiving), begging, degradation, praise, (as always those go hand in hand with me), brat taming, excessive use of petnames (bunny, baby, honey, sweet girl, little rabbit, sweetheart, etc), semi-public play, hair pulling, clothes ripping, slapping, implied PiV, implied overstimulation

Steve holds the front door open for you, giving an overly dramatic bow like the gentleman he is as you stride by. You enter the crowded space and quickly find him taking your hand in his own, following behind you closely to avoid getting separated in the masses of people. You’re quick to make your way to the kitchen and over to the drinks, where you begin pouring something for yourself before you look over to Steve and ask, “You want anything Stevie?”

He shakes his head. “I thought we talked about you not drinking at these parties. There’s frat guys everywhere, leave your drink unsupervised for one minute and you could be in so much danger!” He crosses his arms over his chest and shoots a disapproving look at the cup in your hand, but you just give an innocent giggle and lift it to your mouth.

“Loosen up hun, I’ll have one drink and go dancing with the girls, no guys allowed! No one’s getting their hands on me but you, pretty boy~” You wink and take a large gulp from the cup. The alcohol helps tamp down your nerves regarding your plan for the night, and if anyone asks, you can blame the flush of your face on it instead of your embarrassment with how revealing this dress is. Speaking of the dress, you subtly try to lean forward to rest more of your weight on the counter, pressing your breasts together to give Steve a good cleavage shot as he sits in stunned and flustered silence. You give him a few seconds to let his gaze wander down your body, until his eyes come to meet yours again and you down the rest of the beverage before he can stutter out a sentence. With a smile and wave you are off towards the dance floor, leaving your soft-spoken and reserved boyfriend reeling.

You easily locate Robin and Nancy at the center of the room, both obviously pushing tipsy and still nursing half-empty drinks as they giggle and sway to the music. You make your way into their group, giving each a bright greeting and a half hug.

“Y/N!! How goes operation ‘break Stevie-Wevie’, babe?!” Robin calls over the music.

You smirk and whisper back, “Good so far, but we haven’t even hit the hard part yet!” You spare a glance towards the drink table and spot him staring right back at you.. “He’s clearly a fan of the dress though, so as long as the other guys are too this should be a piece of cake!” You laugh and bump Nancy with your elbow, mouthing her a thank-you for helping you pick out the outfit for tonight.

“When do you want us to go distract him?” Nancy questions into your ear, fighting to be heard over the rant Robin has launched into regarding the current song. You shrug and ask for 10 minutes to gather your flirting confidence, to which she laughs and offers you a sip of her drink that you graciously accept.

A few songs pass and you allow yourself to get lost in them, music and chemicals combining nicely to rid your body of anxiety and free your mind to focus on the goal at hand. As the song switches to a slower beat you dismiss the duo in the direction of Steve, watching out of the corner of your eye until they manage to drag him off in the direction of a random drinking game he will undoubtly refuse to participate in.

You slip off the dance floor and head in the direction opposite the one Steve and the girls went, needing to find people without accidentally finding them. Just to your luck, you find a sitting room that is only mindly cramped, with a few couples hidden away in corners but mainly just a group of guys sitting in a circle on the ground smoking. You’re able to recongnize one of them as a distant friend of Steve’s, Eddie Munson, and you decide to make him your target for the night. Or, your decoy target, at least.

Kneeling down beside him you lightly tap his shoulder, throwing on your best innocent infauted look as he turns your direction. “Hi! I really like your rings, can I ask where you get them?” You tilt your head and give a slight flutter of your eyelashes. He barely meets your gaze for a moment before his eyes skim down the rest of your body, taking in the tight dress that rides up on your thighs with how your positioned on your knees. He gives you a cheshire grin and proudly presents his hands.

“Of course you can, you can ask me whatever you’d like sweet thing.” Out of the corner of your vision, you spot Steve blow by the open door, clearly hunting for something. Or someone. You can hear how he suddenly halts and turns back around to stand just outside the doorway, scanning for you through the haze of smoke. “I get these custom-made by a close friend of mine, but I’m sure he’d be willing to do a set for a pretty girl like you,” one of his hands coaxes up your thigh while the other is held out to you, “Go ahead, get a closer look if you’d like, I’ll just be taking in the sights.” He winks as you hesitantly take his hand, fidgeting with the cool metal of the rings and pulling him closer to you so you can view the intricate carving of the steel. You try to limit your side-eyes to the door, where you know Steve is looming and watching the whole situation play out. You have to bite back a smile when you pick up what sounds like an irritated grunt from that side of the room.

Suddenly, just as you are about to take it a step further and begin to trace and inspect the veins of Eddie’s hand, a harsh grip lands on your upper arm and wrenches you backwards. “Baby. It’s time to go home.” The growl to Steve’s tone leaves no room for aruging as he pulls you to your feet and harshly grabs your wrist, yanking you away from Eddie and towards the door. You can hear the curly-haired shout a goodbye after you, but all you can keep your focus on is trying not to stumble with how fast Steve is forcing you to weave through the party, straight towards the door and down the steps. He hasn’t spoken a word to you despite your complaints about his fast pace and rough treatment, leaving all you hear from him to be the occasional grunt as he forces you along.

You expect him to return you to his car so you can talk there, but you realize this isn’t the case as he leads you through the street and out of the neighborhood, right into the nearby forest until the foliage is too thick to see out of anymore. You can’t help the whimper that tears from your throat as he pushes you to your knees on the rough ground and takes a fistful of your hair in his grasp in order to force your gaze upwards.

“You wanna play games with me? You want to go to the stupid fucking party and try to push my buttons just to piss me off?” He snarls and tugs harder on your hair. “We’ll play games, little bunny, if that’s what you want.” He releases his hold and takes 2 steps backwards, hands raised in the air as a sign of surrender. “Let’s play my favorite. I like to call it ‘Predator V. Prey’. You have 5 seconds to run before I come after you. Make it out of this forest without getting caught, and we talk this out like civil adults in the morning.” Steve removes his jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, taking his time to accent how they shake with barely contained rage. “Get caught, and we settle this right here, right now, with you screaming for my forgiveness. Understood?”

Trembling and trying to avoid directly looking at your boyfriend for any reason, you nod and stumble to your feet, trying to adjust your dress as you stand. You gasp when a tear reverberates through the trees and the fabric falls away from your form, leaving the feeling of Steve’s calloused fingers of the sensitive skin of your back. He leans in so close you can feel the tickle of his breath against your neck. “Better scamper off, little rabbit.” There’s a harsh sting on your ass as he smacks it with a cackle, and you take off sprinting as he begins the countdown.

You make it 20 seconds of running before you realize the high heels you wear probably aren’t doing you any favors. Frantically looking around, you spot what appears to be an makeshift tent of some kind built out of sticks and vaguely covered by foliage. Eager for the chance to remove your shoes safely, you drop to your hands and knees and crawl inside the cramped space. You fumble as you try to rip off the tight leather and struggle to keep your hands steady enough to undo the straps. Finally, both shoes fall to the forest floor and with a relieved sigh you move to exit the fort.

You peek out from the opening just in time to spot Steve rounding the corner of the direct path you had taken here, his chest heaving with the exertion of chasing after you. You ducked backwards to shield yourself from view, but heat bubbled in your core just from the one look at him. Everything about him in this moment seemed authoritative and predatory, from the flex of his biceps as he pushed brush from his way to the strain of his hard cock against the crotch of his pants. Your mouth watered naturally at the sight of that bulge, and images of choking on it sent shivers down your spine, but the adrenaline pumping through you continued to scream that you needed to run.

You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle the puffs of your breath, praying to a higher being that Steve would not be able to hear the pounding of your heartbeat nearly as well as you could hear it ringing through you. You squeeze your eyes shut and curl into yourself, cowering as if you were a scared animal and Steve was the big bad hunter.

Over the sound of your own terrified panting it’s hard to pick up, but you swear after a few seconds you can hear the cracking of twigs as someone walks away, and after a few more seconds you are left in still silence. You feel the tension of your shoulders relax a bit, knowing you have earned yourself more time to get out. You go to peel your head slowly from where it sits between your knees, but a tight fist wrapped around your ankles startles you upright and right into the roof of the makeshift shelter, sending branches clattering to the ground as it collapses.

With your attacker slowed by the sudden scattering of blockage, you are able to stumble up and onto your bare feet, ready to dash in a random direction, but by the time you’ve made it to the next tree Steve is upon you, tackling you to the dirt and pinning your waist with his own. His heavy frame knocks the wind out of you and he quickly takes advantage of your open mouth, plunging two of his fingers inside and pressing downwards on your tongue. “There you go, I’ll give that mouth a better use than flirting baby, just gotta give in and let me have it,” He presses deeper and triggers a gag from your throat, “I’ll teach you better than to taunt me with what I already own, I’m gonna prove I can take what I’ve earned, little bunny,” he chuckles lowly in your ear.

An involuntary whimper is pulled from you as he removes his hand and slides off you to kneel between your knees. Immediately you miss his weight and try to trail after him, but are made to pause as he grips each of your calves and forcibly spreads open your legs.

“Did you forget the game already?” He mocks your pouty lip with a tilt of his head. “Just admit it, you wanted to be taken this whole time. You never wanted to get away from this, you were just too much of a brat to get down on your knees and beg for me like the subby bitch we both know you are.” His hands trail upwards, grasping and squeezing at your thighs, kneading at the tender flesh until you start to squirm and whine underneath your breath.

He teases a fingertip through your folds, condescending smile only growing as he hears your wetness echo through the silent woods. “C’mon, tell me ‘yes’, baby, tell me you’ve wanted this all night, and I’ll give you everything your body is begging me for.”

A slap directly over your clit forces a yelp out of you, and with the last bit of your fight burning out you burst into tears. “Yes! Yes please, just wanted to see you jealous Stevie, I’m sorry sir!” you whimper and buck your hips upwards to chase his touch. Two of his fingers spread your lips in response, and eagerly he bends down to thrust his tongue inside you. The vulgar suckling sounds he creates against your pussy are almost loud enough to drown out your pleasured noises as he laps at your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth without hesitation. He hooks an arm around your thigh to drag you further into him, leaving you with no choice but to take every sensation he gave you.

His fingers move to press past your opening, crooking upward and massaging at your walls, pulling wails from you as he continues his assault on your sensitive nub. You spasm around his digits, writhing desperately in the dirt as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge. A third finger stretches you out as he pulls back his mouth to murmur, “C’mon sweetheart, I can tell this pathetic little cunt wants to come already, just give in and give it to her.” He leans back in so you can feel his breath on your inner thighs. “Be a good girl and come for me, honey.” With one final hollowing of his cheeks around your bud the dam bursts. Your jaw hangs loose in a silent scream as you clamp down hard enough to nearly force his fingers out, legs shaking and spasming around him with overexertion.

He joyfully licks you through it, collecting your release on his tongue in order to savor as much of your taste as possible. He waits for you to fall limp to pull himself back up, immediately locking his lips with yours in a passionate kiss as he props you up against a tree and wraps your still shivering frame around himself. You pull back to gasp for air when he places three fingers around the sides of your throat and presses ever so lightly into your delicate skin.

“So pretty, all soft and fragile like this. Feels so much better than being a brat, doesn’t it, baby? Don’t you just wanna be my beautiful little angel, make all your delectable submissive sounds and milk the cum from my cock?” He presses harder, fuzzing out the clarity that has just begun to return to your mind. “I know you can do it princess, you need me to fuck you until you fall apart. Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you over and over and over.” He growls the last part into your ear before releasing the pressure on your blood vessels, sending a rush to your head right as he begins to undo his belt.

[viaviv124]

Are You Satisfied Lyric write-up (Unity AU)

I was pulling out my hair

- Nanda clawing at their wool in the carriage

The day I got the deal,

- back in the mornig Ratau telling them about the engagement and that they should get ready to leave

chemically calm

- Nanda's face shows not much emotion

Was I meant to feel happy that my life

- back in the carriage, Nanda looks at the white robes they have to put on

Was just about to change?

- they look outside as the scene fades out

One life pretending to be the cat who got the cream

- at the first meeting, Nanda rising from their bow and widening their eyes slightly at the sight of Narinder

Oh, everybody said, "Marina Leader is a dreamer"

- some people from their church (esp corey tho) saying that smiling

People like to tell you what you're gonna be

- First night in their new room they sit on their bed with their knees to their chest, hiding their face

It's not my problem if you don't see what I see

- Nanda arguing with Narinder, they look pissed

And I do not give a damn if you don't believe

- Still arguing but sarcastic smile

My problem, it's my problem

- they do the angry Finger-chest-poking thing on Narinder

That I never am happy

- just more pissed nanda yelling, Narinder widening his eyes ever so slightly

It's my problem, it's my problem

- they turn away to leave

On how fast I will succeed

- they walk away without looking back, Narinder looks after them

High achiever, don't you see?

- fancy scene switch by nanda walking and their fleece working as a sort of curtain

Baby, nothing comes for free

- they're sitting at a desk, each word adds a higher pile of Papers and a candle buring down lower . On "free" the candle is all burned down, there are high piles of Papers and they just lay on their desk

They say I'm a control freak

- Nanda walking past some people whispering gossip

Driven by a greed to succeed

- a fabricated Version of nanda (a completely Black shadow thing aside from their clothes and a big, white grin) climbing on Narinders lap and seducing Narinder

Nobody can stop me

- the Real nanda keeps walking with a determined gaze

'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away

- they throw a book againist a wall in their room

It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway

- nanda getting drunk in their room, each beat in the Melodie adding more empty bottles on the floor

It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide

- drunk nanda goes to Narinder, hiding within his embrace

And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die

- tears run down their face as they hold onto Narinder tightly

Are you satisfied with an average life?

- (still drunk and sad) Nanda on Narinders lap, looking up at him

Do I need to lie to make my way in life?

- they take his hand and put it on their chest where their heart is

Are you satisfied with an easy ride?

- they turn to the side, hiding their face against Narinders torso once more

Once you cross the line, will you be satisfied?

- they hold tightly onto his hand and his clothes

Are you satisfied - Marina

I have no idea if this will be canon or not, but it does fit lol.

Here's what i roughly mean with shadow (except the clothes still have their original color. I was just lazy lol)

This is basically the public view from the people of Nanda. Because they're just a commoner, despite their feats, people are convinced they just seduced Narinder for power since the people dont know how or why they're engaged in the first place.

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Hi. First of all I love your writing. To me, all writers have like, a "texture" or a color or a smell I relate their writing to, and yours is like a warm fluffy blanket lol

Secong, Idk if you're still doing the answering thing, but if you are, do you think you could pull more sherliam-as-uncles headcanons out your sleeve? Whether it be to Johnmary's kid, Mycroft's kid or any kid really, it's my favourite thing in the world xd

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! The idea of my writing as a warm fluffy blanket is like a warm fluffy blanket wrapped around my own heart! 🥰

I would be absolutely over the moon if canon lets John and Mary have a baby at some point. Imagine this whole motley gang of a cast handling a baby! And since things have already changed in that Mary didn't die during the years Sherlock was gone like she did in ACD canon, there's a whole future opened up there.

I think Sherlock and William would be incredible uncles, while also absolute pains to the parents involved. Kids would just soak up knowledge from them: they would make learning SO. MUCH. FUN. Meanwhile John is just begging Sherlock to stop teaching his kids how to cause smelly and potentially explosive chemical reactions. This all kind of plays into my Sherlock and William start a school fantasy, because I think between the two of them they would make learning so accessible. Kids who have a hard time studying words on a page get to do hands-on experiments with Sherlock. Kids who struggle with math get William breaking it down into such small and precise pieces that it starts to make sense. Kids who need a gentle voice get William assuring them there are no stupid questions, and kids who thrive on being challenged get Sherlock affectionately prodding them and competing with them.

Everyone's kind of scared to let them babysit, because their kids might come home with dyed hair and inkstains on their clothes and a pet rat they acquired from who-knows-where. But the kids beg to go to their place, and they always come back beaming and with fifty new facts to rattle off excitedly.

As the kids get older, Sherliam are the uncles they can talk to about anything. Crushes and sex and drugs/alcohol and sexual identity and religion and morality and the fears and excitements of living in time of constant change. Even when they're rebellious teens and don't want to talk to their parents, they always feel like they can open up to Uncle Sherlock and Uncle Will.

As for Sherlock and William, they love kids, but aren't the sort to adopt themselves. They like to have their space, ultimately, and be free to easily travel and go on adventures without worrying about kids at home and like...bang in the kitchen without having to think about little eyes around. 😂 So it's a perfect fit for them to be uncles, and maybe teachers, and invest in the next generation while still being free to do their own thing too.

[lixenn]

Cider, Raspberry and Lavender for my fellow Germanic mutual

*Hands you a badge, a funky t-shirt, a bunch of waivers and some safety goggles*

Welcome to Lix's Friendship Club! We're a small bunch but I'm sure you will fit right in!

*grabs your hand*

Let's give you a tour then. Since you've signed the waivers... You did sign them right? ... You did. Excellent! So, as mentioned in the waivers the Club will not financially compensate you for any damage you may suffer during your membership. However, we do have a support group, so feel free to drop by anytime if you need some help!

Now, onto the fun stuff. *gestures like a city guide* On your left you can see the Gremlin Cave. That's were the magic happens! Y'know all the stories and the ramblings and the characters? All coming straight from there. *chucks feral plot bunny back into the Cave* Ignore the wild animals, they're harmless really. *shoves the racoon away that tries to bite you* Well, maybe consider investing in some protecitve gear.

But never mind, there's still more to show you, where should we- *sound of explosions in the distance* Ah yes, the Lab! You might want to put on those goggles dear, they like playing around with the dangerous chemicals in there. *Another explosion, louder this time* ... Actually I think it'd be for the best if we skip that one, they're currently working on flame lore and they really *BAM* stopped caring about collateral damage days ago and weshouldgetoutofhereasap! *drags you far away from potential fire hazards*

Puuhhh, that was close. Now, where were we? ... Ah, the tour, yes. Well, thankfully we already ran to the next place, the Crochet Corner! Be careful to not get tangled into the yarn, it can quite difficult to get out once you are trapped. ... Hmm? What happens here? Well, there are several projects in progress. At the moment we're working on a yet another baby octupus, but there are plans for more clothing in the future. We're all very excited about that!

*Ding dong bing bam*

Oh, is it lunch time already? Then let's conclude the tour and you can go on your merry way, yes? ... Lovely! Now, don't be a stranger and contact me if you have any questions and concerns. Once again I welcome you to the Club and hope you enjoy your time with us!

See you soon~

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Yeah I don't know how this happened either.

Anyways, if you can accept the fact that I'm a totally awkward gremlin that writes the most random shit (see example above), I'd love to be friends!!! You seem super cool and nice 🥰

Ask game

[elarainks]

Hi!!! Can I make a request? The idea was like you're on your finals, you can't see Eddie so much, so he decided to go to the library to see you and support you with your studies but you two end fucking there. Idk if you like it but if it is, do it when you have time, have a good week ♡♡♡

saw this and had to write it straight away!

18+ mdni etc etc, all the usual. 1.4k

again i didn't proof read oops

You’d be damned if you didn’t get the grades you needed for college, and as much as you loved studying at home, there were too many distractions. The town library was your safe haven on weekends. No kids, no loud noises, and only the odd nerdy classmate cramming at the last minute, same as you. You couldn’t lie, spending all of your free time away from Eddie had you dying inside, but you still called every night and talked until you fell asleep, and you still sat with him at lunch. 

You were sitting at the larger desk in the basement archives, a pile of textbooks and a stack of papers littered the workspace. The librarian had a soft spot for you, and always let you study down there alone, free from distraction. She’d periodically bring down a cup of coffee and a couple biscuits when she was on her break, so the click of the door and sound of footsteps didn’t alarm you. It was only when the table at the desk next to you scraped along the floor that you realised it wasn't her. You looked up from your studies just as your boyfriend collapsed into the seat next to you.

“Hey baby.”

“What are you doing here? Stalking my study spot now?” you laughed.

“Just wanted to see you. I missed you, I’m not here to distract you, I promise.” He pulled out a worn copy of I, Robot and set about reading as you continued to study.

His presence brought you comfort, and the way that he occupied himself with Asimov gave you a new ring of adoration for him. The formulas in your chemistry notes seemed to make more sense now, and you whizzed through naming what they were. Chemical equations came next, and you were steadily making your way through balancing them when you felt a hand on your thigh. You looked up to Eddie, but his nose was still in his book, and you could see that he was definitely still reading by the way his eyes were flitting across the pages.

“I’m not here to distract you.” he repeated, and you went back to your studies once again.

It wasn’t long before you felt that hand slip further up your thigh, under your skirt, but this time you ignored it. You had finished balancing your equations, and were preparing to switch subjects when you felt him tug at your panties. Your breath hitched as he slipped a finger beneath the fabric, the familiar sensation of heat pooling between your legs in anticipation as you tried your hardest to refocus on your studies. Eddie’s finger roamed down and ran through your wetness, and he chuckled quietly to himself as he groaned slightly, still reading. You let out a soft sigh as he continued to tease.

“Keep studying.”

He had slipped another finger beneath your panties, and started to rub light figure-eights on  your clit as you squirmed in your seat. He put his book face down on your desk, picking up a stack of flashcards that you had made, his other hand increasing pressure on your bud as he shuffled through them. 

“I’m not here to distract you,” he repeated again, fingers still desperately working beneath your clothes, “I’m gonna quiz you, and if you get them all right, you get to cum, yeah? Reward for your hard work, sweetheart.”

You nodded, swallowing a wad of saliva as you prepared to focus. Eddie questioned you though almost the whole stack and you had gotten each answer correct. The speed and pressure he was working on your clit driving you insane, but you only had to focus for one last question. You could feel yourself getting close, and knew he’d let you allow the high to consume you once you’d given him the correct answer.

“What colour flame does potassium give when reacting with water?”

“Blue?”

He pulled his hand away from you, tutting as he put the cards down. The knot in your stomach began to fade, and you were desperate to reach it, crying out at the loss of touch.

“Lilac baby, you should know this, even I know that.”

“Eddie please.” you whined.

“I’ll tell you what, you come sit here in my lap and explain those formulas and equations to me, and I’ll get you there, okay?” his voice was smug as you shifted from your seat.

You climbed into his lap, and both of his hands found their way into your panties as you started to explain what you had been studying. His one hand worked at your clit again, building you back up slowly, as the other teased agonisingly through your folds. You had started off explaining everything to his face, voice faltering as he rubbed. He slipped a finger inside, and you moaned out a quiet ‘oh fuck’, body falling against him. You gripped at his shoulders, head buried in his hair against his neck.

“Keep going baby, I’ll let you cum even if you haven’t finished explaining, I promise.” he kissed at your shoulder and neck, biting down as you continued to explain.

The knot in your stomach had tightened up again, and was threatening to snap. You were practically whining out your explanations, moaning quietly every few words. Eddie had slipped another finger inside of you at some point, and was rubbing harsh circles against your clit now, practically begging for you to cum while you were still rambling about chemistry. You could feel his hardness against your ass as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. You were dangerously close to the edge as Eddie bit down on your neck, sending you right over. Your walls clenched around his fingers, the knot snapping as you came all over his hand, whimpering out the last last equation as he slowed his movements, helping you ride out your high.

“You did so good, baby,” he cooed, slipping his hands out from under your skirt, “you’re definitely passing that final.”

“Eddie… need you…”

“Was hoping you’d say that.”

He pushed you up off his lap, and stood up himself too. He guided you over to the empty desk beside the one you had been working at, and bent you over it. His knee pushed between your thighs, spreading your legs as you lay against the wooden surface. He flipped up your skirt, and pushed your panties to the side as he ran a thumb across your puffy entrance, using his other hand to unfasten his jeans. They were quickly pushed down just enough, and he took his throbbing cock out of his boxers, stroking along it a couple of times, groaning at the precum dripping from the tip. His hand left your entrance as he pulled a condom from his back pocket, ripping the packet open with his teeth, and rolling the latex down his length.

He lined himself up with you, one hand massaging your ass as he pushed in, pausing briefly as his hips hit your thighs. His hands moved to your waist, and he started thrusting into you at an ungodly pace, desperate to chase his own high, as well as wanting to coax another out of you. His hips snapped back and forth against your ass, a hand pushing down against the small of your back as the other tangled in your hair. The mix of pain and pleasure had you crying out as he continued to pound into you. Eddie leaned down, his chest against your back, rutting into you deeper and deeper and as one of his hands wrapped around your throat, and other reaching to muffle the noises coming out of your mouth.

“Shh baby, don’t want your favourite librarian to hear me fucking your brains out do we?”

Your hands gripped the back of the desk as your legs spasmed beneath you, your climax hitting you once again like a ton of bricks. You bit down against Eddie’s palm covering your mouth, and he in turn bit down on your shoulder again. The fluttering and clenching of your walls against his dick pulled his own climax out of him, spurts of hot cum filling the condom as he continued to thrust sloppily, allowing you to milk it out of him. 

He fell on top of you for a brief minute, getting his breath back before sliding out of you and removing the condom, tying the end and stuffing it back into the empty packet before tossing it in the trash between the desks. You lay there, fucked out as he gently shifted your panties back into place and flipped your skirt down. He stuffed himself away and zipped his jeans before wrapping his arms around you as you lifted from the desk.

“How’s that for a study reward?”

[babyblankyerror]

We heard your fave hcs for garycato and spiderpool, but what are your fave hcs for found families you like, like Gary Avocato and Little Cato or Spider Man Deadpool and their daughter? (Sorry i don't remember her name)

I have so many but here's the main ones:

Spideypool

Ellie obviously being a big fan of Spidey and its a lil awkward on Peter (before she finds out his identity)

Peter is the 'responsible' parent most times until he's not - Ellie will struggle with science homework and he'll be like "I have these chemicals in my lab that explode when making contact with oxygen- maybe that will help, wanna see?"

Wade is that proud father that will spoil his daughter (and partner)

Peter is the photographer and loves taking pictures of Wade and Ellie together, knowing Wade doesn't have many (and doesn't like his own image) - what he doesn't know is Wade also saves many pics of Ellie and Peter)

Wade will try not to use bad language near Ellie or talk about things that aren't PG

Peter has no concept of what's PG and will explain in full detail on what birthing a child is like and how painful it is because Ellie was unfortunate enough to ask him

Ellie starts to pick up Peter’s habits and Wade finds it adorable (until she uses Peter’s sass against him)

Ellie will sometimes jump from slightly high places (trees and benches) without warning and Peter is always there to catch her

Peter tutoring Ellie (Wade finding it incredibly hot)

Wade playing house with Ellie (sometimes Ellie decides Peter is her wife and Wade gets jealous "how come I'm not your wife?! </3" "you're the dog now dad")

Peter will sometimes come back from work to find Ellie and Wade having a tea party (will also join in and begin to complain and gossip with them)

Wade buys clothes for them a lot and often will be like "whaaat??? No way- can't believe I accidentally got 3 shirts that look exactly the same and are out perfect sizes! Isn't that crazy??!" Just so they can have couple outfits

Peter had gone to work with messy makeover (either he forgot about it or he didn't want to upset Ellie by taking it off)

Wade sometimes will waste money on advert billboards "see this guy/girl??? That's my boo" or something (both Ellie and Peter get embarrassed)

Wade is the type of guy to lie in restaurants about their birthday to get free cake, Ellie loves playing along (and since Peter hates it he's always the victim getting a surprise cake)

Garycato

Ventraxians get jealous easily but Little Cato and Avocato are next level- they fight over Gary's attention (Gary still doesn't realise this)

Avocato is happy Gary and Little Cato are bonding until he sees Little Cato's smug face-

Little Cato isn't used to Avocato being physically affectionate so he will purposely be like "what are you doing, creep" before running to Gary like "I've missed you!!" (They have been apart less than 5 mins)

Gary will go into old habits and maybe steal in front of Little Cato- then he'll be like "Stealing is bad!" When Little Cato does it

Silent contests of who gets more compliments from Gary being held without the humans knowledge

Gary loves texture of fur so cuddling is awesome with his new kit and hubby

When Gary gets tired of touch and company, he'll try to be alone but Little Cato doesn't quite grasp the concept yet and just seats near him (like in that episode where Gary says "just want to be alone" and little Cato is just "ok" and stays with him anyway)

Little Cato acting like both Gary and Avo- picking some of their habits

Sometimes Avo will walk in on Gary crying because Little Cato has lil beans

Sometimes Gary will walk in on Avo crying because Little Cato fell asleep holding his hand like he used to when a baby

Little Cato still clueless on his parents smexy timez

Gary doesn't make it obvious but he sometimes gets overwhelmed by the fact he finally has a family and people who love him (Avocato knows and just silently comforts him)

Gary will fight over toys with Little Cato and other petty things ("that's my mug! >:0" )

Gary is a good baker, Avocato a good cook

[fritextramole]

standing alone at the top of the stairs

part 2 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

The Anthem ~ Good Charlotte

At my high school It felt more to me Like a jail cell A penitentiary My time spent there, it only made me see That I don't ever wanna be like you I don't wanna do the things you do

Fences ~ Paramore

Don't look up, just let them think There's no place else you'd rather be You're always on display For everyone to watch and learn from Don't you know by now? You can't turn back

Are You Satisfied? ~ MARINA

High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

Sometimes ~ Nick Lutsko

I cut my tongue on the rust of a silver spoon I bet my billionth bottom dollar on a hopeless case And now the devil on my shoulder has a knife to my face

Teenagers ~ My Chemical Romance

The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick You're never gonna fit in much, kid But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt Will make them pay for the things that they did

WTF Do I Know ~ Miley Cyrus

Think that I'm the problem? Honey, I'm the solution

Cherry Bomb ~ The Runaways

Can't stay at home, can't stay at school Old folks say, "You poor little fool" Down the streets I'm the girl next door I'm the fox you've been waiting for

Since You’re Gone ~ The Pretty Reckless

Since you been gone My life has moved along Quite nicely actually I've got a lot more friends And I don't have to pretend

killing boys ~ Halsey

And I'm not breakin', I won't take it And I won't ever feel this way again 'Cause you don't need me anymore, woah

Rebel Girl ~ Bikini Kill

I think I wanna take you home I wanna try on your clothes When she talks, I hear the revolution

Can’t Be Tamed ~ Miley Cyrus

I wanna fly I wanna drive I wanna go I wanna be a part of something I don't know And if you try to hold me back I might explode

Stop Me ~ Natalia Kills

Tonight we're gonna dance to the devil's drum And I need someone, need someone To stop me, stop me Stop me, stop me Stop me, stop me You can't stop me, stop me

She’s Leaving Home ~ The Beatles

She (We never thought of ourselves) Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves) Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by) She's leaving home after living alone (Bye-bye) For so many years

Nobody’s Child ~ Traveling Wilburys

I'm nobody's child Just like a flower I'm growing wild No momma's arms to hold me No daddy's smiles Nobody wants me I'm nobody's child

Fell In Love With a Girl ~ The White Stripes

Can't keep away from the girl These two sides of my brain need to have a meeting Can't think of anything to do, yeah My left brain knows that all my love is fleeting She's just looking for something new, yeah Said it once before but it bears repeating now

Horns ~ Bryce Fox

She can crush every hope Got her heels stompin' down my throat She got horns like a devil Pointed at me and there's nowhere to run From the fire she breathes

Yeah Right ~ Evanescence

My one mistake was giving more and more and more More and more and more

brutal ~ Olivia Rodrigo

They say these are the golden years But I wish I could disappear Ego crush is so severe God, it's brutal out here

I Got Stripes ~ Johnny Cash

I got chains - chains around my feet I got stripes - stripes around my shoulders And them chains - them chains they're about to drag me down

Like a Rolling Stone ~ Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall' You thought they were all kidding you You used to laugh about

Trust ~ Lucy Dacus

I've learned a lot since I began But I think I was wiser then I've done too much and not enough

Lua ~ Bright Eyes

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend I get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

Pressure to Party ~ Julia Jacklin

I know I've locked myself in my room But I’ll open up the door and try to love again soon

[analiavs]

Some headcanons for dol villians

(Long)

Briar

Like Whitney would pimp out their partner and has mean girl energy.

I think he’s a bored hedonist, think picture of dorian grey.

Down for anything in the bedroom as long as the partners hot or novel enough (He broke the fucking machine after taking it for “inspection”)

S rank seduction, dance, and all the other assorted sex skills. Sometimes likes to tease his partners by acting submissively, but he’s a total dom (mainly for appearances). And punishes people who “lose the game”

Leighton

He’s either a rich/preppy type whose always been abusing his power over others or was a kylar in school and now takes revenge/likes to feel powerful over his current students (either way a pathetic loser)

Got bullied by the other villians in school. Still gets bullied by Briar at the brothel.

Nobody likes him except for his dog. If its a dogboy/girl has a questionable relationship with it.

Was divorced because his wife found out just what he was doing to his students, but he pulled strings and got her sent to the asylum before she could blow the whistle.

Has blackmail on all the teachers (even or except winter depending on my mood)

Has pathetic sub with a humiliation kink energy, and overcompensates with people he feels he has power over

Bailey

Him charging his adult wards is part of a conspiracy to make sure none of the young blood can afford to leave the town. (the town also has you can walk forever and end up back at the start energy.)

Something lotus door, something lotus-eater adjacent entity.

Part of the big conspiracy that really runs the town, keeps the fog of degeneracy going. Does the twilight thing where he pretends to be a young adult every few decades

Because of that I have reasons to believe he’s a freak in bed, but wouldn’t bust it wide for just anyone

Used to stick by Eden for protection.

Has been to prison energy but as the mastermind he must be phenomenal at getting charges dropped

Remy

My beloved size queen.

Has his favorite cows, but wouldn’t violate his principles without outside influence

Gets jealous easily

May or may not disguise himself and enjoy the biggest schlongs at glory holes and cruising spots

Horse boy/girl

Best horse rider in town

Has spent thousands of dollars on luxury dildos

Has several sex rooms in the mansion

Has a fat ass… fyrom all the riding

Middle aged twink

Is a bottom, hates that

Harper

Used to experiment on other students. Ended up in the asylum when the then science teacher reported him. Leighton was like we can use this and pulled strings to get him out. Freeing him to be the menace he is now.

His diplomas are riddled with spelling errors and forged onto plain paper.

Modded out his dick

If given the opportunity he may be the only person in town that could genuinely work with the entity, because he has no ulterior motives/external drive

Inhumanly strong

Not very charismatic, off-putting, has a vague chemical scent. Only made it this far because of his utility for the bigger players

Could take over the town if he wanted too.

Quinn

Loser. Thought giving up his cheeks for power was a good exchange (press x to regret)

Keeps antagonizing the various entities trying to get more power. If his cheeks weren’t so good he’d have ended up like Kylar’s parents. Bailey threatens him with it sometimes.

More of a puppet for Bailey than anything (press x to regret)

Knows everything going on, but doesn’t have real power to do anything. Probably corrupt enough to not want to change anything

Has gallons full of well cared for tentacle babies (another reason why the entities keep him around). Soon to include wraith babies. Usually wears belly hiding clothes

Spends way to much time in the tentacle realm when he should be mayoring.

Either a shitty mayor or Bailey refuses to allow him to fund public works (thus maintaining his fogs influence over the town) rich pc leaves him with no excuses regardless and he got reamed for it

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Regrets his life’s decisions but enjoys tentacles too much to give up his position

~some of these have probably be debunked but they’re fun to imagine regardless

[soupum]

What is happening in Palestine at the hands of Israel is genocide, plain and simple. Access to medicine, electricity, fuel, cellular service and internet has been cut off entirely, with the supply of food and water severely limited, if not also entirely cut off. Due to the lack of power sources, over 100 preterm babies on incubators are expected to die within the next three days. 47 Palestinian family bloodlines have been entirely destroyed, from the elderly to children. While death tolls are impossible to estimate, and will likely remain heavily underreported for months, perhaps even years after the current conflict, over 7,000 Palestinians are confirmed dead as of this time.

That is not just a statistic. That cannot be allowed to become just a number. Each of those 7,000 Palestinians was a human being, the same as you and me, filled with hopes and dreams and love and so so much more. The buildings are rubble, and the streets are filled with blood and body parts. As the survivors mourn their parents, their children, their friends, their neighbours and their loved ones, Israel continues to bomb the Gaza strip at an unprecedented rate. Since October 7th, Israel has dropped an average of 1,000 bombs every single day. That's one bomb being dropped on Palestine every 19 minutes. The stars and moon cannot be seen at night through the smoke and fire. Israel has also begun using white phosphorus in civilian areas, a chemical that ignites instantly upon contact with oxygen, sticks to clothing and skin, can burn through bone, and is liable to reignite suddenly, even after treatment.

White phosphorous is not classed as a chemical weapon under the Chemical Weapons Convention.

To be clear, I have not taken this position out of a hatred for the LGBT+ community or out of anti-Semitism. Multiple large scale protests and demonstrations across the globe have been organized by and attended by those countries' Jewish populations, and I condemn only the actions of the IDF and the Israeli government, not the actions of those Israelis who oppose the conflict. While it is regrettable that LGBT+ education and acceptance are not common in Palestine, it cannot be reasonably expected of a country whose schools are destroyed, and information supply restricted. As initiatives such as Queering the Map (https://www.queeringthemap.com/) have demonstrated, LGBT+ Palestinians exist, and have always existed, just as LGBT+ people exist across the globe, and they all deserve to be protected so that they can live truly and authentically.

All of the information I have presented here is easily verified, and I implore you to do your own research. You should not be getting your information on a major conflict and humanitarian crisis from a white guy that runs an archival project for an all-ages mascot platformer video game series in his spare time.

So, what can you do about it?

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