#I HAVE TOO MANY WIPS. NOW. fucking hell

[sunflowersandscreams]

gansey being an annoying little bitch (drunk edition) to adam, pissed off but lowkey (unconsciously) fagging it up for him

"Adam." Gansey pushes the door to Adam's room open. He'd knocked and knocked while Adam laid on his mattress and wished for a moment of peace, then Adam had given up and gotten up to unlock the door. Gansey's arm goes too far to one side and he sways the other way, leaning on the doorframe.

"Oh," Adam says. "You're drunk."

"I am not," Gansey says indignantly, somehow remarkably straightforward as usual. "Ronan and I… had a couple drinks."

"Of what? Straight vodka?" Adam asks, then demands, "Did you drive here?"

Gansey laughs, high and kind of breathy. It's unlike how he usually laughs, for others. "No. Ronan did."

This is not a lot more soothing. "Was Ronan drunk?"

Gansey sighs and steps into the room. He rounds Adam, leaning a hand on him for balance, and makes a half-fall onto the mattress look dignified. "No… or not quite. He's fine." Gansey waves a hand.

"I guess he can afford to wreck a car," Adam says. He doesn't think Ronan would die from something as mundane as driving while a bit tipsy. If he was to die in a car, it would be while racing against a deathwish, or while something crawled in one of his ears and scrambled his brains.

"We are going…" Gansey heaves himself up. "Somewhere… for food, I think." He considers. "We're quite out of food. There's a jar of cherries left." His face falls. "I should have eaten the cherries, I think."

Adam is lost. "So what are you doing here, then?"

"Oh, I asked to stop." Gansey reaches a hand up to Adam, entreating him. "I said I'd like to say hello." He grins brightly, hair askew, glasses a bit wonky. "Hello, Adam."

"I was asleep," Adam says, not endeared in the slightest. He kneels and looks at the edge of Gansey's glasses. Someone should fix those.

"Is it time for sleeping?" Gansey frowns. "Ah. I suppose it is dark." He turns his glower to the outside. "I would turn the sun back on, if I could." Adam knows this is true- he half-believes that Gansey could charm the planets and stars into falling into his own personal ideal configuration, if he wanted it hard enough. "Alas." He makes a sweeping, grand gesture at the small, drafty window of Adam's place.

"Go back to Ronan, Gansey." Adam swallows, wondering why Ronan didn't come up with Gansey. He couldn't be too drunk to walk up the stairs, or he wouldn't have been able to drive.

"I'm afraid I can't make the stairs." Gansey smirks and lays back over Adam's mattress, fingers trailing over the thin blanket.

"Well you can't stay," Adam says sharply, Gansey laying back on his bed doing making something flare in his gut. Anger, frustration, that Gansey could make anything look more glamorous just by proximity, even Adam's lumpy mattress lying on the rough wood of the floor.

"Why not?" Gansey blinks more slowly, like he really is falling asleep.

Adam grinds his teeth. "Gansey. Get out."

[femmefighter]

I... need someone to write this story for me... pretty please? 🥺

SokaShinBine Modern AU:

...in which Sabine catches up with an old flame, and decides she must introduce said flame to her girlfriend, immediately.

...a final bit of fun for @sapphicahsokatanoweek Day 7: “Rebel” (free day)!!

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for S; "mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You really think I got all dressed up to answer that question, asshole?” he snorts, adjusting the lay of his hood just to make sure it’s hiding as much of his face as possible without obscuring his vision too much and just barely stopping himself from anchoring it with his TTK, because that is definitely a thing that an observant enough person would notice. Or at least way too many damn people in this damn city, anyway. “Step the fuck off the street and take your boys with you, everybody’s got enough shit going on tonight already.”  

“Yeah, that’s real cute,” Croc sneers. “I can tell you ain’t from around here, punk.” 

“I mean, fucking obviously,” Kon says, then rolls his shoulders and clenches his fists as he shifts into a stance that’s less defense and more offense and bares his own teeth in a grin. Clark doesn’t smile with his teeth, even when he’s Superman. They’re just a little too sharp for that, he says; humans get unsettled when they see them, whether they consciously realize it or not. That uncanny valley shit, or whatever. 

Kon would’ve liked to have known that and a whole lot of other things that aren’t “human” enough about him before completely failing to win over ninety-nine percent of everyone outside of the superhero community that he’d ever met, but what the fuck ever, at this point. 

Jon’s teeth aren’t any sharper than a human’s at all. 

Not that, like, he pays attention to that kind of shit or anything. 

But looks and the whole “genetic atavism” or whatever Tim called it thing aside, Croc still is human under all those scales. And his crew looks just as human, whoever the hell they actually all are. And in a situation with this many civilians around, Kon’ll take anything that might unsettle or make somebody hesitate to start shit right now, even if only, like–subconsciously, or whatever. 

Obviously Croc’s whole look is a lot more drastic than all Kon’s little collected bits of “not quite right” when he’s not masking that shit or whatever add up to, but, like–it’s another thing Tim said, but sometimes the subtle “wrongness” gets people worse than the thing they can immediately identify as being off. Kon doesn’t really get it, except for how sometimes it’s all the fuck he thinks about when reality isn’t being quite the way he remembers it again, but like–it’s really not the time to be thinking about that kind of shit right now. 

( is it even there anymore? is it gone again? is it gone for GOOD, this time? is it–did they–

did they forget him for GOOD this time, and he’ll never make it back to any of them? will they even notice if he doesn’t? 

are they even there TO notice? )

Yeah, he’s not gonna fucking think about that.

[brutus-isnt-avalible]

a wip for my rexmark fic im working on

Mark grunted as he held up the crumbling half of a tall apartment complex, his hands bleeding and throbbing with a terrible pain.

"You can't save it Mark. Let it go-"

"I got it Cecil! I- ... got it-" the heel of his palm slipped, scraping off the concrete and he held it up with his forearm instead.

"You're not your father. If you let go you won't kill those people-"

"Cecil I said- shit shit!" he let out a yell as he pushed up the building with as much strength as he could muster.

"Drop the building. That's an order!"

"I can't! You know I can't!"

"Drop the goddamn building Mark!" And for some reason, whatever reason, he did.

It came tumbling down and Mark flew to the ground. He grabbed as many people as he could and moved them out of the way.

A large pink wall flew under the building before it hit the ground, he looked in the direction it came from and sighed with relief.

"Get them out of here! I can handle it!" Eve shouted to him, letting out quick strained grunts.

Rex stood not too far away, watching the building collapse and didn't move. No matter how many people ran past him or bumped into him he didn't move. The blood of innocent civilians dripped off his face as he watched his apartment crumble, the only thing keeping it from being completely destroyed was Eve's pink support that was bound to break any second now, it was already cracking.

Mark ran to grab him but halted. "Rex what are you doing? I- I thought you were on enemy control?" Mark panted, his body trying to work against him.

"That's my fucking house, dipshit!" he yelled at no one in particular. His fists shaking with adrenaline, an awkward lump grew in his throat as tears poked at his eyes.

~~

"I get it man, it's fine, seriously, just stop apologizing" Rex said as they walked back into the main room of the Guardians HQ. He took off his mask and threw his glasses -- well what's left of them anyways -- to the side and sighed as he sat on the floor, meeting everyone else. "Shit happens it's.." he sighed and lied on his back, stretching his arms out in either side of him and let out a quiet 'oof' sound as he hit the ground.

"I- I can let you stay with me? My mom wouldn't mind and we can share my room" Mark fumbled with his hands nervously "Or I can just sleep on the couch since ya'know-"

"Yes Mark. I do, in fact, know. That doesn't sound like a bad idea though.." he sat up, leaning on his hands behind him. "Yeah sure, fuck it. I got no where else to be" he shrugged and stood up, pushing Mark through the doors.

Mark set Rex down gently infront of his door "Now, all I asked is that you don't show Oliver your powers, please"

He opened up his front door, letting Rex inside first.

"Mom! I'm ba-"

"Mark!" Oliver flew from the backyard straight into his brothers arms. "We saw you in the news! I wanted to go over and help but mom told me to stay" he pulled away with a pout and crossed his arms.

"It's for the best Oliver. A lot of people lost their lives today, it was really scary" he patted him on the shoulder "Maybe next time, okay?"

Rex began wondering around halting for a second before taking off his shoes by the front door -- it's what the new Rex would do! -- and continued to wander.

"Are you a superhero too?" Oliver asked in awe, staring up at Rex.

"Hell yeah I am kid!" he went to go reach for something not that meaningful. A small pebble or a leaf from on of the fake plants maybe but stopped himself and looked at Mark who was busy talking to his mom. He bit the inside of his lip and thought to himself for a moment.

He instead snapped his fingers and a spark of a hot electricity traveled through his hands, Oliver gasped and grabbed his hand.

"Woah! So do you have like electricity powers or something? That's so cool!" Oliver kept asking questions but instantly continued rambling on about how "Viltrumites don't get electricity!" or "So can you give yourself rocket boosters?" and went on and on about how he wished he could rocket boosters.

"Oliver, let's give out guest some space for a moment. He's had a stressful day" Debbie interjected. Rex didn't mind his excited ramblings though.

"Mark told me about what happened, how are you holding up?" she asked as she brought him to the kitchen, pouring him a glass of water.

He was taken a bit back by her kindness and didn't know how to respond.

"I- well I guess i've been pretty shi- crummy-" he laughed nervously, trying to mind his manners.

DO NOT REPOST/TRANSLATE ANYWHERE. YOU DO NOT PERMISSION

@cupids-artist

[gffa]

All right, so maybe I went haring off to another fandom for awhile, but I will never fully let go of my STAR WARS fic reading roots because there's just so much incredible fic here and I have such intense feelings about these characters, like how can I possibly truly leave when this fandom knows how to scratch my id just right or make me cry over fictional characters or hyena laugh because you people are very funny? There's just so much fic that is so good that of course I keep coming back! Especially when it comes to Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, there are just so many incredible people making incredible fics for them that feed right back into my love for their twisty, turny, complicated, beautiful, awful relationship. So here's a bunch of Obikin fic because the fandom is amazing and you should go love them as much as I love them, since you can hopefully completely sate yourself on a bunch of fantastic fic to read! Or idk send yourself into a grief coma because sometimes fic writers are almost as mean as canon was, but in the best way, the way that really hits you in the feelings place. Or idk idk just gorge on all the porn because DANG Obikin fandom brings the porn! WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE:

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU

TIME TO CRY ABOUT SOME FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE: ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 121k wip     In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker's miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who thought he had lost everything to darkness. But darkness is generous, and it is patient. ✦ Together in Slumber by ibex_ascendant, obi-wan/anakin, 2.4k wip     Several months after his last confrontation with Darth Vader, Obi-Wan finds himself trapped in a vivid and mysterious mindscape. And he isn't there alone. ✦ Satellite Mind by intermundia, septemberist, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 19.3k     Some doors, once opened, can never be closed, and some secrets, once learned, can never be forgotten. or, Five times Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s thoughts, and one time Anakin heard Obi-Wan’s. ✦ Slow Learner by Is0lde, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 12.6k     Four times Anakin tried to fit Obi-Wan's big dick inside him and one time he managed it. or; the evolution of their sexual relationship. ✦ Redolent of you by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dom/sub, 31.3k wip     This act of espionage is going to require some class A play at antiquated alpha and omega dynamics, only problem is Anakin has never submitted in his life and it's certainly not within his nature,or so Obi-Wan thinks. ✦ Heal Me, My Darling by wasureneba, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 12.4k     Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan takes care of him. For two weeks. Alone. This would be easier if Anakin wasn't quite so gone for Obi-Wan. Or if this didn't involve a daily stab in the shebs. ✦ For He, too, is King by MayMeows, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, historical au, 7.7k     “I am here to present myself to the man who now calls himself King of my people.” Obi-Wan would be impressed as Anakin’s title as God-King, born from the divine himself, often struck people with awe, terrifying or glorifying, but Queen Amidala’s voice is as strong as her shoulders are squared. ✦ How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by Sharp_Tongue, obi-wan/anakin & mace & yoda & quinlan & palpatine, nsfw, time travel, 23.9k     After defeating Vader on a barren, nameless moon, Obi-Wan had let go of the past. But the past hadn’t let go of him. ✦ (feel like i die) ‘til i feel your touch by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & yoda & mace & ahsoka, 15.5k     OR; Obi-Wan gets himself cursed and makes it everyone’s, but mainly Anakin’s, problem.

CANON-COMPLIANT (-ISH, WHATEVER) AT LEAST UP UNTIL THE GALAXY GOES PEAR-SHAPED AND/OR DIVERGES: ✦ Yellow Surprise by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.1k     When Anakin is distant with him during a simple negotiation mission Obi-Wan jumps to the wrong conclusion, luckily for him Anakin isn't willing to let him go so easily. ✦ A Good Epithet by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 8.2k     Obi-Wan should have been happy. He had fulfilled Qui-Gon’s final wish. He had trained Anakin, he had spent ten years teaching the boy and watching him grow, he had cared for him and scolded him and coddled him by turns. He had, for better or worse, been Anakin Skywalker’s Master. ✦ hold on to this lullaby by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin & rex, 1k     “Anakin,” Kenobi says with a hint of a reprimand in his voice. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Skywalker staggers further into the room, and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. He rolls his eyes but it doesn’t do anything to mitigate the color high on his face and the effect it has on his features: a pleased expression flashing clear as ion fire. Having made his way to one of the chairs, he drops down onto it with the elegance of a Hutt. ✦ Any Other World by mysticmjolnir, obi-wan/anakin & vader & leia & reva, NSFW, dimension hopping, 24.2k wip     Anakin has been looking for his Master for a very long time. Finally, on Mapuzo, he finds him. ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving. ✦ spirit meets the bone by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, time travel, dom/sub, 2k     Or, the Force keeps sending Anakin forward in time from the Clone Wars. ✦ Azúcar, Sudor by Delzi, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, spanking/discipline, 18.6k wip     Anakin can't stand Obi-Wan's new disciplinary tactic, but he absolutely loves it. ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.3k     Anakin’s eyes snapped open. Oh no. Oh no. Anakin slumped back into the bed, staring down at himself in horror. Anakin Skywalker had just had a wet dream about Obi-Wan Kenobi. [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ sea to a desert by maragny, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 3.1k     An interlude and an aftermath; or: how to love someone you seem to have spent half your life loving.

FUCK THE NOISE OUT OF ANAKIN SKYWALKER’S HEAD: ✦ Strings Pulled Taut by preromantics, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k     (AKA Anakin gets a bunch of gunk in his hair, Obi-Wan has been hyper-fixated, and it all bursts like a bubble.) ✦ dark red by wesnenski, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k     He feels Obi-Wan before he sees him: a ripple in the Force, a glow of warmth in the darkness. When he appears from the shadows like a bleary-eyed spectre, Anakin can only look up at him, nostrils flared, lip quivering. Here is his Master, tired and gaunt but solid and present and real. ✦ Take Care of Yourself, I Wish I Could by Kefalion, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 7k     While Obi-Wan and Anakin are alone on a planet during a mission, Anakin goes into a presentation heat. One Obi-Wan will not help him through no matter how much they'd both want it. Not that they know that want is mutual. ✦ Fever by dirkygoodness, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, cat boy!anakin, 3.5k     Obi-Wan wakes up to a cuddly (Ny)Anakin and is met with something he isn't expecting. He's going to have to deal with it though. And enjoy himself as he does. ✦ sink into the dunes by stardies, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 9k     [A collection of small Obikin drabbles. Each chapter will have its own one shot.] 01. sfw, anakin’s separation anxiety. 02. first time nsfw. 03. obikin zine piece, sith!obi-wan, jedi!anakin, handjobs. ✦ a necessary respite by Anonymous, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.6k     to be fair, all of this is obiwan’s fault. even though his master is calmly sorting through reports the faint buzz of arousal in the back of both of their heads is majorly coming from him, anakin just can’t help but react to it. ✦ the lean and hungry type by tideswept, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 4.5k     And so is Anakin, really, for being excited about this rather than angry. He wets his lower lip, striving to cohere his thoughts into something that isn’t appallingly horny, when Master speaks. “I’m not in rut,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t spring that on you.” “I mean,” Anakin pauses. “You could.” ✦ when people show you who they are, believe them by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, spanking, dom/sub, 3k     Anakin has a meeting with the Chancellor. Obi-Wan convinces him to take a slow morning instead. ✦ needs must by silianrail, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, dual sex!anakin, 1.7k     Anakin must be the neediest omega in the entire temple, if not on the entire planet. But if Anakin is needy, what does that make Obi-Wan, who, after all, bends to so many of his padawan’s desires? ✦ Use Me by kittimau, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.5k     Anakin knows what Obi-Wan needs, even if he won't say it.

✦ Insatiable by TheSopherfly, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.8k     Obi-Wan meets Anakin’s eyes with a rueful smile. “You wanted it fast, yes?” “Yes.” Even without their responsibilities looming, Anakin would’ve wanted it like this; quick and dirty, like they just can’t help themselves. “Yeah. Fast is perfect.” “Good,” Obi-Wan says, punctuating the word with a single thrust. “Because I don’t think I’ll last long.” Or; With the twins still asleep, Anakin and Obi-Wan steal some time for themselves. ✦ Hazy Shade of Winter by Lemon (lemon_sprinkles), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.7k     Obi-Wan runs hot; Anakin most definitely does not. Thankfully Obi-Wan is there to warm Anakin up when things get unusually cold in the Jedi Temple. ✦ The Love You Want by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, potential dub con-esque (read the tags), 6.8k     They've returned to their rooms after sparring, flushed and laughing and close enough that the very air feels heated between them. Once the door has closed, Obi-Wan turns to Anakin, smiling, takes Anakin's jaw in the cup of his hand and kisses him like the first blush of spring. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" he murmurs, and Anakin does nothing more than dreamily nod because he knows just what to do when he's slipped under like this. Knows his job is to be obedient and pliant and good. ✦ Handle Me With Care by greeneyes_blondequiffs, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     Obi Wan wants Anakin but he knows he shouldn't. He also knows that there is no way he could ever act on it - or so he thought. ✦ tear me apart by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, 2.4k     Obi-Wan uses Anakin in the Council Chamber ✦ A Lesson in Listening by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, dom/sub, toys, 4.4k     “Anakin,” Obi-Wan says simply. Anakin feels chills run down his spine. That tone means everything except simplicity. “Bedroom.” His husband commands. ✦ Keeping Company by Gwendolyn (storiesofchaos), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 11.1k     "So, will you? Will you help me through my heat? Please, I want you to fuck me, Master, I need it." Anakin doesn't care that he's begging already, but he's getting even wetter between his legs and he can't help it. Obi-Wan doesn't seem to mind anyway, because he groans and drags his fingers up into Anakin's hair and tugs slightly, making Anakin gasp. "Force, yes, I'll give you what you need, Anakin." ✦ king unmaker by unbitten, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, transmasc!anakin, royalty au, 4.4k     How to get your King to stop playing hooky from his appointments to make trips to the brothel? Scold him. Stare disapprovingly. Fuck him yourself.

DARTH ASSHOLE CAT SHOULD BE GRABBED BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND SCOLDED BACK TO THE LIGHT: ✦ Reunion by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/darth vader, ~1k     Some sweetness to help with the absolute agony of Obi-Wan lol ✦ The Jedi Child by RowenaNie, obi-wan/darth vader & luke & leia & cast, NSFW, pregnant!anakin, 48.1k     “The emperor has put my replacement inside of me,” Vader said. ✦ Hand in Unlovable Hand by Rachello344, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.8k     Post Kenobi Part VI: Instead of leaving Vader for dead, Obi-Wan finds himself unable to abandon his dear friend again and so takes him with him. How can Obi-Wan Kenobi live without the other half of himself? Whatever it takes, he will drag Anakin back to himself, kicking and screaming. ✦ dreamscape melodies by egeria, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, 2.9k     "The layers you Jedi wear are ridiculous," Vader grumbled. Obi-Wan let out a huff. "We're in a dream, are we not? Can we not just will our clothes off?" -- or: Vader is in heat and Obi-Wan is in his dream. It's still complicated. ✦ to restrain the darkness by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, NSFW, some dom/sub, 2k     Or, Vader wants Obi-Wan to tie him up. ✦ dreams of old by treescape, obi-wan/darth vader, nsfw, 4.1k wip     Obi-Wan surrenders to Vader on Jabiim in exchange for everyone else's freedom.

FUCK YOU, CANON, THINGS GO A LITTLE NICER IN THIS UNIVERSE: ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k     Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ Sticky by Delziae, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & rex & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 25.9k     [Or: In which Anakin is too horny to handle and Obi-wan has a bit less control than he originally thought.] ✦ That Never Wrote To Me by Artemis_Unbound, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, omegaverse, 5.3k     After the Rako Hardeen mission, everyone Obi-Wan loves has turned away from him. It’s been months since he’s even seen Anakin, but their bond had been closed off for years. Knowing that Anakin would never want him the way Obi-Wan wanted Anakin had been painful enough, but at least he still had their friendship. And now even that’s gone, and the cold has settled into his bones. Acute Isolation Syndrome is so rare that Obi-Wan doesn’t recognize the symptoms. Doesn’t even realize that he’s dying. ✦ dream a little dream of me by answersinahauntedclub, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & padme, 10.3k     [or—you think you have problems? try having wet dreams of your friend-slash-former-master and then trying to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.] ✦ Stargazing by thegingerwrites, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 21k     Anakin and Obi-Wan have become too well-known on the Holonet to take on undercover assignments anymore. But desperate times call for desperate measures and the Council asks them to make contact with a Separatist defector at a gala hosted on Mandalore. At least the event is a masquerade. ✦ praise you by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 17.9k     An act of insubordination, a crash landing and a trek through the forests of an uncharted planet bring Anakin and Obi-Wan to a very hospitable village. Sure they think Anakin is a god, but really, what's wrong with wanting to be appreciated? ✦ terribly inconvenient and incredibly terrific by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, omegaverse, 24.8k     Obi-Wan has the sheer nerve to imply that Anakin is ill-suited for a mission he himself is going on, which means that Anakin will stop at nothing to prove his old master wrong. After all, Anakin can do anything Obi-Wan can do, thank you very much. Even if maybe, just this one time, Obi-Wan is right. This mission relies on the one area of Anakin's life he's never spent much time or effort thinking about: his omega designation and Obi-Wan's alpha one. But there's no way that Anakin is going to back down now. What will Obi-Wan do? Go to the planet with another, non-Anakin omega? Don't make him laugh. He's Obi-Wan's partner. And Obi-Wan is his alpha. Alpha master. Same thing. ✦ and when you look at me, the weight of how i feel is heavy on me by brahe, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & depa & qui-gon & rex & cast, 37.9k     “Jus’ like a sun,” Anakin murmurs, and Obi-Wan has to strain to hear it, almost misses it. He stills. “Beautiful shining sun,” Anakin continues, and presses his face further into the pool of robes. His voice is slow and sleepy, and Obi-Wan realizes he can tell Anakin is about to drop off into sleep. He blinks, lifting his head to stare down at him in something between awe and shock. That seems to be the standard operating procedure when it comes to Anakin, he thinks, a little wry, a little wondrous.

WORLD IS HARD AND COLD, OBIKIN FLUFF IS SOFT AND WARM: ✦ a vacationer's guide to being unexpectedly married by treescape, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 7.8k     “A vacation, you need,” Master Yoda had insisted firmly beneath their incredulous stares when they’d first received their instructions. “On a beach, perhaps, hmmm?” ✦ The Lonely Mollusk by temple_mistress, obi-wan/anakin & luke & leia, nsfw, 2k     Obi-Wan was incredibly horny, Anakin was, Force-bless him, more than ready to oblige, and the children were miraculously still sleeping. ✦ looking for trouble by orphan_account, obi-wan/anakin (mentioned obi-wan/anakin/padme), spanking, 1.7k     Anakin gets in a fight. Obi-Wan cleans him up and spanks him.

MODERN AUS CAN BE FUN AND CHARMING AS HELL AND A GREAT CHANCE TO MAP CANON DYNAMICS ONTO A WORLD WHERE THEY CAN HAVE A HAPPIER LIFE, IT’S A WIN ALL THE WAY AROUND: ✦ (I just) died in your arms tonight by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, modern au, 2.5k wip     Where Obi-Wan is still a master of politics and Anakin still fixes spaceships and they’re still irrevocably obsessed with one another. ✦ Win Condition by passeridae, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, F1 au, 4.3k     Anakin has just won his first race of his F1 career and Obi-Wan, his longtime trainer and partner, knows just what his boy should get as a reward. (His dick. The reward is his dick.) ✦ Hooked on You by whohatessand, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, 5.2k     With his wife's approaching senatorial election, Anakin Skywalker tries desperately to be the perfect husband she needs. Little does Padmé know, her husband has been sleeping with her campaign manager, Obi-Wan Kenobi, for quite a while now. ✦ we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by decideophobia, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, fake married, 5.8k wip     He looks up and meets Anakin’s eyes. A thoughtful expression passes over his face. “Married people are paid significantly more,” he says then, slowly, looking at Anakin like he’s trying to solve a riddle. Anakin stares, dumbstruck. “Huh.” ✦ Would You Like Cream With That? by ranianke, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, professor obi-wan, 2.1k     Obi-Wan was a good teacher. His students learned the content, he got flattering reviews (even when you ignored the chili pepper Rate My Professors reviews that he could not seem to get taken down), and he generally liked teaching. Good professors did not sleep with their students. ✦ Pride & Preparation by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, school au, 5.6k     “You’re beautiful,” Anakin praised, making Obi-Wan blush. “And nervous.” Obi-Wan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course I’m nervous.” “You shouldn’t be,” Anakin said easily, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. “I love you, and this is going to be really fun.” ✦ swear each night to let him go by vorpalstars, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka, NSFW, modern au, professor!obi-wan, 10.3k wip     Anakin develops an unfortunate amount of lust for his literature teacher ✦ Seven Minutes in Anakin by Saratutti, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, dom/sub, 1.9k     Fully enamored doesn't even begin to describe Anakin’s captivation with the gorgeous professor he has stumbled into dating this Christmas season. ✦ The Melody Wakes the Heart by edgeofn1ght, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 3.5k     However, it's practically love at first sight when Obi-Wan passes a new busker working the alley he passes through every day going to and from work. ✦ Pick-up Games by SingManyFaces, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 1.1k     Ben’s quiet afternoon is ruined by a basketball player who needs some medical attention. He doesn’t mind too much. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 22: Brakebills by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 10.2k     Anakin Skywalker was not a typical student of Brakebills University for Magical Pedagogy.

WHAT DID CANON EVER DO BUT BREAK OUR HEARTS ANYWAY? TIME TO TELL CANON TO FUCK OFF AND WRITE AN AU: ✦ death by any other name by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, vampire au, 11.5k     While on a mission during his years as a Padawan, Obi-Wan escapes the tight hold of death transformed into something not quite human. In the years following, he isn’t always so lucky. ✦ Till Human Voices Wake Us by RagnarLothcat, obi-wan/anakin, mer!anakin, 2.7k     It’s late summer when Obi-Wan first notices a flash of gold between the waves. ✦ Goodbye by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon, nsfw, 1.2k     Anakin has no wish to leave Obi-Wan, not when they have just been reunited. Luckily for him, Obi-Wan is good at making their goodbye very memorable. ✦ tender like a bruise by stardies, obi-wan/anakin & cast, omegaverse, 6.8k wip     In a stroke of desperation, Obi-wan mates Anakin Skywalker by force on the fiery planet of Mustafar to stop his Fall and save his life. Taken back to Coruscant and imprisoned, Anakin feels the senate's pressure for justice, and Obi-wan, his mate and former mentor is determined to give him another chance. ✦ canaries underground by TheGoodDoctor, obi-wan/padme & references to anakin/padme & obi-wan/anakin & obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, padme lives, 10k     There are good days, and bad days. This is a good one. ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & ahsoka & mace & yoda & palpatine & cast, NSFW, Not a Jedi!Anakin, Sith!Obi-Wan, 63.5k     Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can't refuse. These things are, actually, related.

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[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 14/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN

(FYI Part 13 was only posted a couple of days ago, so you may have missed it.)

PART FOURTEEN

                He feels shaky and he’s sure it must be the shock. Shock that he’s alive and back on the carrier and not dying in a ball of heat and flame. He’s going to have nightmares. He knows already he’s going to have so many fucking nightmares because the last few hours have provided enough fodder for the rest of his life. Fucking hell.

                He’s alive.

                Oh.

                Oh he’s going to be sick.

                “Uh…”

                The corpsman is putting a container in front of him and Jake supposes he must look as good as he feels, if people can tell he’s about to empty out the contents of his stomach. He looks at his hands and they’re trembling. The corpsman takes the container and Jake mumbles his apologies under his breath and gets a pat to the arm for his troubles. He’s hooked up to a couple of monitors, can tell his oxygen saturation, pulse and blood pressure are all outside normal ranges but they are slowly creeping back there.

                “Fuck…”

                “You okay Lieutenant?”

                He looks to the side and Maverick is sitting there on another bed, legs swinging freely and he looks the picture of health and Jake hates him a little bit right in that moment. He doesn’t look like he’s experienced several near-death events one after the other.

                “Fine. Sir.”

                “Hmm. Yes. You definitely look fine.”

                Jake’s eyes narrow, wonders if he’s reading too much into the words, or tone. He wonders how much he could get away with right now and then blame it on his concussion. He’s already thrown Maverick out of the Hard Deck once and he lets himself imagine throwing him overboard here.

                “Now, I know you’re not feeling the greatest, but I really feel I need to ask –”

                “It’s none of your business sir.”

                “Let me ask my damn question Lieutenant.”

                Jake’s mouth clicks shut, but he can feel a muscle in his jaw twitching in irritation.

                “What kind of relationship do you think I have with my godson?”

                Jake blinks. Frowns. What the hell type of question is that? It’s not the one he was expecting.

                “Uh. I’m sorry sir?”

                “I’ll repeat myself. Change a couple of words. What kind of relationship do you think I have with Bradley?” Jake stiffens, wonders where the hell this is meant to be going. “Bradley, who is my godson…”

                “Oh.”

                “Lieutenant… Hangman. What kind of relationship do you think Bradley and I have?”

                “None at the moment.”

                Maverick pulls a face at that, and Jake feels a little vindictive, a little mean.

                “You didn’t know he was my godson. So. What kind of relationship do you think we had?”

                “I wouldn’t want to hazard a guess sir.”

                “Try. Because I’m sensing you’re thinking it was something it definitely wasn’t.”

                Jake huffs out an annoyed breath, because of course the man is right. He still feels like he’s going to throw up and he reaches out a hand for an empty container which the corpsman hands him, no doubt watching him and Maverick equally.

                “The way Bradley talks about you… well… to you. And you saying you had apologies to make… kind of thought he was using me to get back at you. That you were exes.”

                There. It’s out there. He can now have all his bad choices picked over and told how he’s gone wrong at every turn. Fucking great.

                “Not an unreasonable assumption I suppose, given the evidence you had. An incorrect one though.”

                “Yeah, no shit,” Jake mutters. “Sir,” he adds with a small eyeroll; Maverick simply seems amused.

                “Well. You said there was nothing with Bradley. Does your answer change now, knowing that I’m not his,” Maverick pulls a face. “Ex.”

                “Sir. With all due respect I really don’t know. I have met Bradley all of… three times now,” Jake says, and the fact that it’s only three startles him a little, because he feels like he’s made a big impact on Jake’s life with very little time. “I just… I want to know whether you’ll try and stand in my way either with regards to my career or with seeking something… more with Bradley.”

                “Only three times? Really?”

                “Yes. Really.”

                “Huh. Interesting.” Jake desperately wants to ask what is interesting, but he needs to throw up again, although there’s not much let in his stomach and he accepts the small cup of water from the Corpsman and nods very carefully to indicate he’s heard the instructions to sip slowly. “I… I have no influence at all on Bradley’s life. Haven’t for years. He’s made sure of that. And I won’t do anything to negatively impact your career.” Maverick pulls a face then and Jake wonders at it. “I mean I’ll try not to negatively impact your career, but whispers are that you disobeyed direct orders and came back to cover me…”

                “Uh. Yes sir.”

                There’s no point in not admitting it, it will all come out in the debrief anyway. And he has another three air-to-air kills to his name, even if he was a back seater for two of them. More nightmare fodder.

                “Well, I can’t say I don’t appreciate it Lieutenant. You might regret it, but you have my gratitude. As for Bradley, I wish you well. He’s… he’s a good man. Despite what he may think, I do want him to be happy.”

                “Yes sir.”

FIFTEEN

[monsterfuker3000]

You Call the Shots, Babe ༺♡༻

Hi kittens, mommy’s had a rough one and that’s why it’s been since October since I published anything lol. My now-ex boyfriend broke up with me and it thrust me head first into my man-hating era and I couldn’t write to save my life. I’m not happy with this fic but I had to publish SOMETHING bc it’s been rotting in my WIP folder forever. Enjoy, my stinkies 🩷

WARNINGS: p in v sex, perv!Leon, unprotected sex, mentions of male masturbation, a lil bit of footjob action/very light CBT, Leon is a two pump chump I’m sorry, creampie as always, uhhh you degrade him and stuff but he’s Leon so he gets off to that, idk RE2R Leon strikes me as a panty thief who would get off on being told he’s a pervert so that’s what I wrote lol

Word count: 3k words of Leon being a perv

“Leon?” you called.

“Yes?”

“Why do you have my fucking panties?”

Movie night with Leon was always unnecessarily complicated. It very nearly felt like it took him hours to get settled; he needed the right snacks for the two of you, the right drinks, the right comfy clothes, the right movie. If he put much more effort into every movie night, it would start to feel like a date. Not that he’d mind that.

You, however, seemed like you would mind. He had tried like hell to hint to you that he wanted something more than friendship; brushing his hand against yours whenever he could, resting his hand at the small of your back in a manner that was much more than friendly, letting his gazes linger a bit longer than they needed to. But you? Dear, distant, unmovable you? Never once reciprocated his affections. Leon was desperate for you.

That’s why the movie nights came about; they were the closest Leon could get to a date night, and by God did he push the envelope. He’d spend every movie night with an arm around your shoulder, both of you under the same blanket. He’d behave himself, keep his hand a where they belonged, but all the while he’d have to try like hell to conceal the hard-on he’d be sporting every time. He felt pathetic, jerking off to the thought of you every night after you’d leave. That’s when he started stealing your panties.

It started out with just one pair he’d seen discarded on top of your hamper in your room, too careless to hide it before he came over. He’d snuck them into his pocket, vowing to himself they he would return them the next time he was at your place. Only he didn’t return them, and he did do it again.

He jumped at every chance to spend time at your place instead of his, sneaking another pair from you nearly every time. You had to be wondering where they kept going, but as long as his operation was still going off without a hitch, he was going to keep stealing them.

Then came the hitch.

You had come over for the aforementioned movie night, barging in after work without knocking like you owned the place, not that Leon minded.

“Lee!” You whined, “It’s cold out! How come you have to live so far from where I work?” You continued your lament as you kicked off your shoes by the door and walked further into the apartment toward the kitchen. Leon poked his head out from the doorway, pointing to his bedroom door.

“Go grab one of my hoodies or something if you’re cold, I’m making popcorn, so help yourself!” He busied himself with the popcorn once again as he heard you turn and walk toward his room, thanking him as you walked away.

“Leon?” you called.

“Yes?”

“Why do you have my fucking panties?”

His heart immediately dropped into his stomach, remembering just how many pairs of your used panties were tucked away in his drawer. The volume and variety would have been impressive if he didn’t feel downright creepy.

He slunk towards his room like a child expecting to be scolded, and his face reddened when he stepped into the doorway. You had your arms crossed, one of his favorite pairs of your panties dangling from one finger

It was a little baby-pink number; cotton, his favorite, with delicate lace around waistband that he couldn’t get enough of. Memories flashed through his head of just what perverted things he’d done with the scraps of cloth spilling out of the drawer you’d apparently yanked open.

He loved to jerk off with them wrapped around his cock, eyes closed and head falling back, sometimes with another pair pressed to his nose to inhale your scent. The worst thing he did, however, embarrassed even him; he loved to jerk off directly into the crotch of your panties, imagining that the reason they were covered in his cum was because it had spilled out of you. This was his favorite of all of his dirty fantasies about you, and imagining that the panties in his hand were soiled because you’d finally let him fuck you would often make him have to touch himself a second time.

“I saw these sticking out of your drawer, and I thought they looked familiar,” you said flatly.

He forced himself to return to the present at your words, fidgeting a bit to try to hide the half-chub that refused to go down even in the face of such profound shame. You cocked an eyebrow, looking all too relaxed given the situation the two of you were in.

“I asked you a question, Leon,” you reminded him. “Why do you have so many pairs of my panties? And I know theyre mine, don’t try to tell me they aren’t,’ you added, effectively crushing to death the only chance at redemption he thought he might have.

“Um, well. . .” He trailed off immediately, completely unable to tear his eyes away from the panties swinging from your hand, not sure how he was going to get out of this one. “I don’t- I. . . It’s beacuse-“

“I know why you have them,” you cut him off, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours before the embarrassment made him duck away again. “It’s because youre a fucking pervert.”

His heart dropped; this was it. You were disgusted with him, you were going to leave his apartment and never come back, you were going to tell everyone you knew that he was a disgusting panty thief, never to be trusted. However, there was no hiding the full-blown hard-on he was now sporting, thanks to the insult. His face reddened more, if that was even possible. Your eyes flicked down to his crotch, and the scowl you’d been wearing slowly turned into a smirk.

“I’m so sorry, I-“ he began, but you cut him off yet again.

“You’re not sorry you did it,” you salked toward him. “You’re sorry you got caught.’ You were right on the money, as usual, but before Leon could even try to get a word in edgewise, you spoke again. “I think you need to be punished.”

What?

His confusion must have been clear on his face, because you continued.

“What, cat got your tongue?” You teased. “Take your pants off, Leon,” you said. It very obviously wasnt a request.

This felt like a trap to Leon, but he figured things couldn’t get any worse, and so help him he was going to do whatever you asked of him in the hopes it might smooth things over. He cleared his throat, reaching for the drawstring of his sweatpants as you began to slowly circle around him. He felt very much like a cornered animal.

“O-okay,” he finally spoke, albeit haltingly as he slowly pulled at the tie on his pants.

“Tell me, Lee, what have you been doing with all the panties you’ve been stealing, hm? Be specific. And hurry up with your pants, I don’t like waiting when im already impatient.”

God, what were you going to do to him? He tried like hell not to very his hopes up, but he hoped to God this was going to end well for him.

“W-well,” he began, sliding his pants off as he spoke, nervous but still eager to find out what was going to happen next. “I mean, I jack off with them. . .” He trailed off, clearly not wanting to be any more forthcoming than that. He chanced a look at your face again, hoping what little he told you was sufficient, but of course not.

“Tell me more, Lee. And look at me when you do it,” you added. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his eyes on you while he spoke.

“I wrap them around. . . Around my cock and I, well, I jack off with them, ‘nd then I. . .” He trailed off yet again, cheeks burning bright red, afraid to try your patience but far too embarrassed to get it all out at once. He took a deep breath. “And I like to. . . To finish in the crotch,’ he finally finished.

“Why?” You asked simply. He wasnt prepared to answer that one. He cleared his throat again, and mumbled something, turning away. “Come again?” You asked. He huffed out a breath and looked back up at you, tears very nearly welling up in his eyes from the humiliation but still hard as a rock.

“I said I like to imagine theyre filled with my cum because you put them back on after I fucked you!” He nearly yelled, frustrated with the interrogation. A few embarrassed tears he hadn’t even noticed finally spilled from his eyes and he wiped them away roughly with his sleeve, knowing he had no right to cry.

“I figured,” you replied flatly. How were you staying so calm about this? You’d just found out your best friend had been stealing your panties for the past few months! Leon opened his mouth to ask you just this, but you moved lighting-quick, stuffing the panties into his open mouth and covering it with your hand, swatting away hips hands when he instinctively reached up to push you away.

Holy shit. You just stuffed your panties in his mouth.

“Kneel,” you told him, and his knees were on the floor without a second’s hesitation, placing his hands down on the tops of his thighs. You walked around him, adding the instruction to be careful not to spit them out, and he could hear you once again digging around in the drawer behind him. you gasped behind him, reaching out from behind him to range another pair inches from his nose before snatching it back.

“Leon, these are my favorite!” You cried indignantly. “I’ve been looking for them forever, you pervert,’ you added. God, there was that word again. It absolutely shouldn’t have made his cock twitch in his boxers, but it did anyway. “Hands behind your back,” you instructed him, and he obeyed, wondering what you had in mind. His eyes widened when he felt you twist that second pair of panties around his wrists, essentially improvising a pair of handcuffs. You walked around him again to stand in front of him, and he looked up at you expectantly, tears long-dried. “Try not to rip those, I like them,” you said simply, before sitting on his bed and pressing your socked foot to his crotch without another warning.

He cried out as best he could with a mouthful of your panties, nearly doubling over from the sensation. You were pressing harder than should have been pleasurable, but between how wound up you had him and how long he’d wanted you to touch his cock, he was still in heaven. As you slid your foot up his cock, he wished with everything in him that he didn’t still have his boxers on; that he could feel the friction and not just the pressure, delicious as it was. You leaned back, surveying your work, all the while still working your foot up and down his cock.

“You like that, Leon?” You teased, propped up on your hands. Of course he liked that. Of course you knew he liked that, but how could you not tease him like this?

Your curled your toes gently over the head of his cock, squeezing a bit with your toes. He was sensitive, so fucking sensitive, and he bucked up into your touch with another muffled cry.

“Ah-ah,” you admonished him. “I didn’t say you could move.”

Leon whined again at this, worried you were going to stop touching him, but far too afraid of that prospect to do anything about it.

Instead of withdrawing your foot Ike he expected, you pressed the ball of your foot against his cock, hard. You meant this as a punishment, of course, but poor Leon was so very on edge that he came in his boxers, shaking as he dampened the crotch of them along with your foot.

“Leon. . .” You sighed with a deep frown, one that would have made his heart clench had all his blood not been allocated elsewhere. “You really are a pervert,” you scolded. God, there was that word again. Leon knew at this point that this was all a game, but he couldn’t help the way that word made him feel. Pathetic. Dirty. Unbelievably horny.

You stood, looming over him as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“I was worried about the rest of my plans for you, but it looks like youre still hard,” you remarked, nudging his overly sensitive cock with your foot and pulling a surprised yelp from him. To his shock, you unbuttoned your pants and slid them off along with your panties all in one go. The way his eyes flicked over to the panties you discarded to the side wasnt lost on you.

“Don’t be greedy, Leon. You have more than enough,” you teased. You knelt on the ground in front of him, pushing against his chest and knocking him off balance to sit flat on the floor with his back to his dresser, hands still bound behind him with your panties. You straddled him, hovering over his cock so close that he could feel the heat and wetness of your pussy. He didn’t dare move after what happened last time.

You decided to grant him just a little relief, using your hand to slide his cock shallowly through your folds, Upand down, up and down. His head hit the dresser behind him with a thunk, a deep groan tearing itself from his throat. Then finally, fucking finally, you slid down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt.

He tore his eyes away from the ceiling, and they nearly popped out of his head as he took in the sight in front of him. His cock had completely disappeared inside of you, your clit resting against his pelvis. He was mesmerized for just a moment before you lifted your hips and slammed them back down, earning another muffled shout from him as his head hit the dresser again.

You began a brutal pace right off the bat, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your moans; yours were completely unbridled, his were still dampened by the panties he absolutely wasnt spitting out.

You reached up to place a hand against his cheek, patting it softly before pulling your hand back and delivering an earnest slap. It took him by surprise and he bucked into you again, but you seemed to let that transgression slide. You squeezed his cheeks with one hand, forcing him to look at you.

“Fucking disgusting, Leon. I should spit in your face for stealing and doing such nasty shit with my things,” you said through gritted teeth, hips still rolling against him. God, he was going to cum way too soon again. Sweat rolled down the side of his face with the effort he was exerting trying to hold off his orgasm.

“‘M gonna cum,” you moaned, and it was like he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. “You wanna cum in me Leon? You wanna fill me up with your cum? Of course you do, you fucking sicko,” and Leon knew he had just seconds.

Finally, with a last, particularly strong roll of your hips, you came. As your pussy pulsed around him, Leon came as well, filling you with his cum and thrusting up into you in earnest now, though he was too fucked-out to notice and correct himself.

As soon as your breathing evened a bit, you stood abruptly, the friction against Leon’s softening cock startling him along with the overstimulation. You hooked the panties in his mouth with your finger to yank them out and he choked a bit, his mouth dry. He was speechless as you shook out the slightly damp panties and slid them on with a snap of the waistband.

You bent over in front of him, showing him that the thin gusset of the panties was wet enough with his spit that it had gone slightly translucent. He could see your pussy lips through the wet fabric, and nearly passed out when he watched the wet patch spread as his cum began to spill out of you and onto the panties, just like he’d jacked off to so many times. If he wasn’t so mindful of not wanting to rip the panties that were still wrapped around his wrists, he probably would have pulled you toward him to fill you up with even more of his cum.

You walked around behind him to untangle him and free his arms. As soon as you did though, his hair stood on end remembering what he’d been caught with earlier. He whirled around, still on his knees to look up at you with big, pleading blue eyes.

“I’m so, so sorry, I know it’s gross that I was taking your panties-“

“Leon,” you interrupted him. “Why do you think my used panties were always on the top of my hamper? No girl would leave her panties visible like that if she knows someone is coming over. I wanted you to find them.” You turned and walked out toward the kitchen before turning back to him and seeing his jaw practically on the ground again. “You might wanna check on your popcorn, Lee.”

I’m on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby-Doo dick

[zeebee3]

Queen, I read almost all your recs and wanted to thank you.💙😍 I liked that most of them featured the breeding kink (I didn't want children before but now I might be reconsidering hehehehe).

If you could suggest more, I wouldn't be mad.😳🙏

Woohoo, so happy you read and enjoyed so many of them!! Your wish is my command--always happy to rec fics 😍

Again, in no particular order...

Dramione

She Will by Undertheglow. Draco/Hermione, written in future tense and poetic as HELL while still being scorching hot. I adore this one.

Dépaysement by Setissma. If you haven't read this OH MY GOD you're in for a treat. I can't be eloquent about how much I love it. It has it all (fake marriage, forced domesticity, tension and smut and feeelingggsssssss) and I can't be chill about it.

One Whole by SaffronGin. Don't be intimidated by the chapter count, they are delicious little bites. This fic is a JOURNEY in every sense and I had the best time following it as a WIP. In fact, I need to do reread now that it's complete--keeping the tab open!

The Unintended Consequences of Purposive Action by ellieauthor. When an accidental bit of roleplay has unintended consequences 🤭 Everything Ellie writes is whip-smart and banter-rich, and this is a peak example of it.

The Delivery Clause by ThornedHuntress. You've heard of arranged marriages, well the hot new thing is an arranged pregnancy. Enjoyyyy!

A Tentacular Spectacular by Sugarquilling. Hermione fucks the giant squid while Draco watches. I mean...idk what else to say about it (except read it, it's glorious)

We Fell In Love In October by ohthedrarry. This is a socmed AU (textfic) and dkfjsldfjskdfjl I just love it

CHESS CLUB by Ivy_and_right. Another textfic. Draco has a virginity kink, and Hermione is a virgin. Again, idk what else to say about it except that you will stay up all night reading it

icebreaker by ninepiecesofcrait. Nine really outdid herself with this one guys. PHEW BOY. Ginny gives Hermione a sex toy as a not-so-joking joke, but oops it's wrapped identically to Draco's gift. Guess which one he takes home. Guess what he decides to set to rights 🤗

For I Have Sinned by spicyxpisces and Stars_in_motion. Priest!Draco, devout!Hermione. We're not going to talk about how many times I've read this one. Join me in the soft-and-gentle edging depravity 🙏

atonement by takenbytheview. You know that scene in Atonement, when he writes That Letter then gives her the wrong one? Yeah. That. That but Dramione; That but somehow BETTER than it's ever been 🫠🫠🫠

Not Dramione

I Did Something Bad by charingfae. Tom Riddle/Hermione, with time travel and tension and the most toxic flirting you've ever seen. I think about this one all the time.

Voussoir by setissma. Look, I'm just gonna out myself as a die-hard Setissma fangirl. Just go through their backlog and read everything--do it do it! This is a Draco/Harry/Hermione triad fic, and reading it makes me both yearny and calm (as with basically everything else Setissma writes does).

Hydra by setissma. Omg weird, another Setissma? How'd that get in here? Pansy/Harry. READ IT READ IT READ IT. These are the characterizations I would die to be able to write.

Hopefully you find more fics to enjoy from here! And don't forget to kudos and, even more meaningful, comment so the writers know you enjoyed them too. It really does make all the difference 🥰🫶

[witch-and-her-witcher]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going! Thank you to everyone who tagged me and have had me in their inspo sections, I adore each and every one of you!

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

518,691 (hoping to add another 3-4k to this before midnight hehe)

I CANNOT drop that number without thanking the fucking dream team who has read EVERY SINGLE PUBLISHED WORD of mine: @popjunkie42 and @climbthemountain2020. From cheerleading, to pumping the breaks when my run ons be running, I appreciate the ever-loving hell out of both of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Honorable mention betas who hold up that number: @cauldronblssd, @wilde-knight, @thesistersarcheron, and @rosanna-writer. I truly appreciate every one of you babes and your critical, brilliant eyes on my self indulgent streams of thought.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

21! 13 of those were one shots.

If I can be real, I have two multi-chapter WIPs sitting in my docs, but it felt too irresponsible to post those once I started getting buried in grad school.

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

Heading into the new year, I have 2 in progress fics: Ruin Me for the Fourth Wing fandom and Who's Gonna Know You Like Me? for ACOTAR.

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

Any of my poly fics! I really have to thank @acourtofladydeath for her beautiful brain child @polyacotarweek for getting me into the poly mind set. Although I only wrote throuples for that week (and since aside from the background Nesta/Eris/Azriel/Cassian in Who's Gonna Know You Like Me?), I am interested in writing more complex poly pairings in 2025.

I also can't leave out @yanny-77, @copperfirebird and @hockeyspiral23 for supporting the violaiden obsession! I adore writing the three of them together so so much and it's so fun to have others to share the brain rot with!

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

I had never done a true canon rewrite before dripping in gold! It was so so fun taking an in text scene and making it queer as hell.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

It's undeniable that A Court of Chaos and Darkness's reception took me by surprise. From the moment I couldn't shake the concept of the fic to the over one hundred kudos it received before I took it off of anon. But even more so, the absolute comfort blanket this fic was as I wrote it was shocking. Something in the healing occurring, in the recognition of the complexity of parenting and the messiness of the parent/child relationship really struck me.

The fic @revenge??? I love you filthy azris lovers. This was an outlet for some of my dating app blunders and shenanigans and you all really said "serve."

And then there's my first omegaverse fic and the first of it's kind in the Fourth Wing ao3 tag (when it was posted, I believe there's several more now!): so what now? The Fourth Wing fandom has been warm as hell and so inviting to me, but you have all really embraced me bringing weird into the tags and I just can't thank you enough as I gape at the stats.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

Either of my sapphic fics: dripping in gold (genderbent feysand) and lunch. (morlain ft the mommy kink tag!)

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are so, so many talented artists that inspire me! @thrumugnyr, @copypastus , @queercontrarian and @lucychanart have been my muses for all things Tamlin. @climbthemountain2020 and @wilde-knight are triple threats and their art brings me such joy! There's also @dustjacketdraws that always has primo Cassian and Nesta vibes!

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

There are SO many. First and foremost, my babe @popjunkie42. I love you, my muse. Something about reading your writing and just chatting with you inspires all of my ideas to flow. @asnowfern is another muse and writer I can always turn to for inspiration, we were just recalling her Turning Darkness Into Light elucien spooktober fic that tickles my imagination so much among her other works!

I'm inspired and impressed endlessly by @climbthemountain2020 ability to flawlessly produce well developed, gorgeously vivid stories.

@highlordofkrypton, @missfckingfortune and @beesays inspire me constantly with their raw talent and skill and for the first two, the hot and steamy smut they can turn out. @jules-writes-stories inspires me with her OC work and beautifully layered plots (Mithras, my toxic love.) @c-e-d-dreamer inspires me with her fun AU worlds, but also with her fearlessness to tackle toxic relationships - @secret-third-thing is in this same boat as well as @iftheshoef1tz, @foundress0fnothing, and of course the OGs @thesistersarcheron, @whisperingmidnights, @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade.

There are so many more of you. I love this community and the inspiration that flows all around your creative, galaxy brained minds.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

SO many, but those I haven't mentioned yet who are so so talented (but not limited to this list): @dusk-muse, @chairofchaos, @shadowsandlint, @xxvalkyriesxx, @fourteentrout, and @littedidyouknow.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

None this year, but the idea is fun!

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Could You Love Me While I Hate Myself is my proudest accomplishment this year by far. I always told myself I couldn't: write OCs, write a longfic, or write a fic that would ever break the UNBELIEVABLE stats this fic has done. I proved myself wrong on every front.

Thank you so much to @asnowfern, @popjunkie42 and @wilde-knight for seeing me through this capstone fic and for believing in me and helping me see myself in a totally different light.

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

Be as silly and self-indulgent as possible.

If you have a killer idea/dialogue line/etc - WRITE IT DOWN. YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER IT LATER.

14. What is your advice?

Surround yourself with people who make you feel like you can accomplish anything and you will never fail because there they will be, gassing you up flop or not.

I love you, harem. Writing is so fun BECAUSE of you. <3

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Continuing to eat, serve and let the haters drown in it.

[justastupidlittlelesbian]

fight club wip

Children love Tyler. He's just off-putting enough to fulfill their fantasy of an imaginary friend and freak their parents out. That is actually the reason he started collecting the stickers, they're a hit with the kids. It started like this:

"Here hold this for a second"

Tyler what is this I ask, looking down at my hands, now holding about four dozen different cat stickers.

"Shut up and follow me"

Stealing cat stickers from a corner shop is a new low, even for me. Am I closer to hitting bottom yet?

Tyler just looks at me, a cigarette dangling from his mouth that he was just in the process of lighting.

Even though I've known him for a while now and we've been inseparable for pretty much the whole time, I sometimes don't get why he does what he does. I'll go along with it of course but that's because he's conditioned me to do what he wants and ask questions later.

I really don't see the purpose of this theft I say, we're not dismantling capitalism with smiling cats.

"Hey don't underestimate the cats, they'll eat your corpse. Not like dogs who'll fucking sleep on your decomposing body until they starve to death.

I think if Tyler died I'd crack open his ribcage and stay in there until i died, even more dedicated than a dog. I don't say to him but i suspect Tyler knows anyways, because I know.

I get pulled from my morbid thoughts when i walk straight into Tyler, who has stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

What the hell Tyler-

"Can I touch your hair?", a little girl, only reaching up to our thighs, asks Tyler, looking up at him with almost the same fascination I must have shown the first time we met.

Tyler squats down and lets the girl run her fingers through his messy, dirty blond strands (he'll have me cut his hair soon again) until she gets pulled away by her concerned mother. I don't blame her, Tyler does look like a madman with his red jacket and sunglasses to match. As the girl gets dragged along by her mother I notice Tyler slipping something into her hand - one of the cat stickers I forgot I was holding.

"I'm radicalizing the youth man, one cat sticker at a time."

For a second, I imagine Tyler in a classroom full of pre-school children, teaching them recipes from the anarchist cookbook they can do with things from under the not-so-childproof cabinet under the sink before I feel a feeling bubbling up in my chest that I usually only feel when Tyler tends to my wounds after one of our fights.

"Now stop staring at me, fucking fagott."

Ah, there is my Tyler again. I hold my hand not holding the stickers out to him and he passes me his cigarette.

Marla is like a cat.

"Fucking hell she is, scratches like one too."

I immediately regret bringing her up and focus on not gagging the rest of the way home.

Anyways, that’s how the thing with the stickers started. From then on, any time we went anywhere we’d be a few stickers richer – or at least Tyler was. They immediately wander from my hands or my pockets into various drawers in his room. It wasn’t too long until he began collecting random trinkets as well, especially pocket watches. I’m sure if I were to ask me he’d tell me about the subjectivity of time and the futility of the perfect moment (this is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time) but mostly they just remind me of the watch I used to have. I still remember all the different time zones and how many hours you gain and you lose when you’re travelling by plane, the same way I remember the formula and how many car crashes I applied it to since I started my job. I don’t wear that watch anymore, the same way I don’t wear a tie to work anymore. Tyler has turned me into a rabid animal, surviving with the least amount of absolutely necessary things – or so he likes to think. Sometimes I still dream of Ikea.

“How does one take so long to find a ball of twine, you fall asleep again?” Tyler yells up the stairs mockingly, momentarily startling me.

That was one time! I snap. One time and I hadn’t slept for four days, asshole. Tyler likes to take away my ability to sleep sometimes, he says it's to make me more pliant. I’m pretty pliant all the time anyways so I think it’s just him trying to see how far he can push me. Sometimes I want to rip out his throat with my teeth.

“Come on psycho boy, we’re almost done packaging the soap. Be good and just bring me my shit.”

Tyler knows me so well I could kill him, the praise making me immediately grab the offending pink twine and walk down the dangerously brittle stairs.

@splat1316 @earfsquakez

[thursdayinspace]

WIP: on the run

This is a thing that spiraled out of control from a tiny headcanon. I'm not sure this will ever become an actual fic, but I thought I'd share this angsty little snippet, because it can stand on its own. They're on the run after season 9, and Mulder feels guilty, so things happen.

tagging @today-in-fic

It happens only once after they go on the run. Only once, after days on the road, too many days of never-ending worry and fear. Endless days of constantly looking over their shoulders, endless nights with little to no sleep, expecting to be caught any second. It happens once and only once, and Scully knew it was coming. Still, it hits her hard when it does.

It’s a Tuesday, maybe a Wednesday morning; days of the week have lost all meaning, blending together in strips of highway and cheap motels. She wakes up in some damp, moldy room in the middle of nowhere and the bed next to her is cold. For a second, her brain refuses to make sense of it; she sits up, blinking against the light, listening. No sounds from the bathroom, no water running. His bag is missing, no longer on the chair in the corner where he left it. The shock pierces her heart cold as ice: he's gone. Her frantic eyes fall on a note on the bedside table, his familiar handwriting in blue ballpoint pen on yellowed motel stationery:

I'm sorry. I can't do this to you. You deserve so much better, Scully. Please don't be mad at me, you know I'm right about this. I love you.

They checked in late last night and went straight to bed. She doesn't have anything to pack. In her rush to put yesterday's clothes back on, she gets caught in her sweater, can't find the armhole, can't get it over her head, and she loses precious seconds; god knows where he is by now. She leaves in such a hurry she forgets her toothbrush in the bathroom.

He left the car. Of course he did. The keys are in her bag where she put them, having driven the last few miles of their journey last night. That stupid man, if he tried to hitchhike and risked being recognized—she doesn't want to think about it, she needs a level head right now. She knows him better than anyone. Where could he have gone? He doesn't want to be found, not by the cops, and now not by her. Her chest aches and she can’t breathe. She doesn't even know how long he's been gone, and she curses her ability to sleep through absolutely everything. But she knows him. She knows him. If anyone can find him, it's her.

At least this she knows, this is something she can do. So much is out of her control. But she’s fought monsters. She’s solved puzzles nobody else wanted to touch. She can figure this out. And she knows where to start. She knows Mulder.

**

The late afternoon sun casts his shadow long over the soft grass at his feet, and she slams the car door harder than necessary, ready to cry with anger or relief or whatever the hell it is she's feeling. "Mulder."

"Hey, Scully," he says, sounding guilty, resigned, his face unhappy and tired as he meets her eyes.

"What the hell—" She breaks off, barely able to speak through the pounding of her heart. "Mulder, what were you thinking...?"

"I'm sorry," he says. He looks so utterly defeated. "How did you find me?"

She shakes her head, deciding not to get into the shit job he did of concealing his steps; it's almost like he left an intentional trail of breadcrumbs for her to follow, but this is not the time for that discussion. "I cannot believe you. After everything? You try to pull a stunt like this after everything we've been through?"

"It's my fault," he says. "It's all my fault. You're cut off from everyone you love. You have no future. You have no son. Because of me."

"You're such a fucking idiot," she spits at him. He doesn't move, doesn't reply, only lowers his eyes in shame. "Mulder," she tells him. "Look at me."

He doesn't, just lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Go home, Scully."

"Just stop it," she says. "You know I'm not going to do that. So can we just not do this? Please? Can we please not fight about this?”

“I don’t want to fight with you.” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “I want you to be safe.”

“Yeah, well.” She takes a few steps closer, sighing. “We can’t always get everything we want.”

“Scully.” His hand reaches for her and she reaches back, she always does, she always will. “This isn’t fair to you.”

“Leaving without a word isn’t fair,” she says. There’s more she wants to say. Promises she wants to hear but can’t ask for; promises she wants to make that she can’t put into words. Not yet. Instead, she wraps her arms around him and holds on, closes her eyes when he finally lifts his arms to squeeze her tight and bury his face in her hair.

“What are we going to do?” he asks.

He’s warm against her, warm and solid and there. “I don’t know,” she says.

She can’t keep this anger inside, and he can’t shoulder this guilt on his own. But she’s too exhausted to fight. Too drained to do anything more than stand here with him. Capitulation and relief are written into every breath against her neck, into the way he wraps himself around her. He doesn’t have the strength to let go. Months ago she’s held him like this once before, and she understands how it tears him apart—she’d felt it too, then: loving him so much she’d needed him to leave, needing him so much she’d wanted him to stay.

“What can I do?” he asks, and she fills in the blanks: What can I do to make this right? What can I do to prove I’m sorry? What can I do to make it so that all this never happened?

And she wants to tell him: please see me, please understand that I need you. “Talk to me,” she says, aware of her hypocrisy; her own words are safely locked away where he will never hear them. He left because he loves her. She found him for the same reason.

“I’ll try,” he says.

She knows he wants her anger and she wishes she could give it to him, but she has no fight left in her and neither does he. If she hopes for it hard enough, maybe they’ll be okay. After all, she knows he’s hoping for the same thing.

[harmonic-intervention]

Don't believe this change of plans is how the story ends

He hoped Buck would move on quickly, too. He deserved it. He deserved someone real, someone sweet, someone who could match his sunshine. Someone who wasn’t Tommy.

Tommy would have to live with that. Again. At least he still had Odin who was trying his best to comfort Tommy every second they spent together.

At least he still had Odin.

Got another fix-it for you. Because I can't be stopped now, and I am working through my WIPs currently.

Word count: 10,538 - getting back together, cat owner tommy, origin story of the cat I continuously give him

Excerpt:

Who fucking decided from one day to the next that actually no, he didn’t want a future with Tommy after all. After they had fucking discussed saving up for a house, talked about kids in the future. About engagement and marriage and all that. They’d started getting their ducks in a row. Lucas had said he expected a proposal by Christmas. Tommy had- Tommy had fucking loved the guy.

Only to come home one day with a duffel bag full of his clothes, and Lucas telling him it would be best to move out. That the future he and Tommy had talked about was actually not really something he wanted. He essentially kicked Tommy out, disregarding the fact that he had nowhere to go.

He lived in his car for weeks. Showered at work. Took as many long shifts as legally possible, just so he didn’t have to go home. Not when home was his truck. At the very least he had Sal, who let him store his stuff in his garage, but Sal’s and Gina’s apartment was barely big enough for them and their little daughter, so Tommy didn’t even ask to crash with them. He’d stopped Sal before he could offer.

He had a stroke of luck a little while ago. He’d kept this house in his bookmarks for a while. It wasn’t huge, but it was big enough. Tommy had thought he could convince Lucas to downsize a little from his ideas. The house was charming, older, with dark wooden accents and a big, fenced backyard. It had large windows in the back, leaving potential for natural light in the kitchen and living room. It was in their price range.

And then, as he checked over in a moment of masochistic weakness, he’d been shocked to see that the price had gone down massively. Enough that Tommy could justify buying the house on his own. It seemed too good to be true, so he called to ask what the hell had happened.

As it turned out, the house had belonged to an older couple who had wanted to downsize in age. The husband, however, had died recently, and his widow wanted nothing more than to get out of the house she had shared with her love. She just wanted to wash her hands off it. None of their kids were interested in keeping the house.

She wanted to meet Tommy. See whether she would be willing to sell to him. So, he showed up, had tea with her, and listened to her talk about her beloved Harold and the time they had spent together. How now, it was too painful for her, but she wanted to know that her house was in good hands.

She showed Tommy around. There was a bittersweet atmosphere around the house, love hanging in the air. The very foundation of the place seemed to be love, and for a moment, he didn’t feel like he should be here. But Elisabeth smiled at him and asked questions that Tommy could only give vague answers to – about family, and friends, and significant others.

Somehow, Tommy made a good enough impression. Somehow, despite everything, things went as smoothly as possible. It took another couple of weeks for everything to be straightened out, and for the signature of Elisabeth and Harold to be carried out of the house, but then, Tommy stood in the middle of the mostly empty place, now his.

It took another one and a half weeks to move his stuff from Sal’s to the house, and to get new furniture. For a couple of days now, Tommy was able to come home to a kitchen filled with natural light, a large garage, and a front yard that still needed some work. There was stuff missing from his old home that Lucas had kept because Tommy had a horrible taste in men and this guy had turned out to be the biggest asshole to walk the earth. At least Tommy didn’t have a hard time getting over him.

He was more struggling to get over the life he had planned out, the life he had wanted, the life he didn’t get to have. And he was struggling with the loneliness. Coming home to an empty house, knowing there was no-one waiting for him in the kitchen or the living room, and no-one was coming by later to kiss him hello.

He always felt lonely, even when he was surrounded by friends. That’s just how his life went. And he was tired of it.

That didn’t mean he wanted a new boyfriend – hell no, time to stay away from dating for a while. This whole thing really was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tommy could only handle being told he wasn’t the forever guy his partners were looking for so many times. He needed to take a step back from dating and work on himself, to maybe find some joy in his life without a partner. Since that was the direction it was headed in.

No, he didn’t want a boyfriend. What he did want, however, was a cat.

[continue on ao3]

[evolnoomym]

💚Wip Sunday💚

Hellooooo Friends, as we all probably know my brain is completely overtaken by SFM🌿 and so of course I have a (it’s actually 2) snippet. Enjoy, but remember nothing is final and these lines can still change. 🙏🏻

Abby and Moon meet (again) 👀😈

(Moon is a biter so be careful 😳)

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“I let you live and you wasted it.”

Abby spits venomous as she’s behind Starlet on the ground, one hand holding her head up and the other moving to pull out her knife.

“I’m gonna kill her.” She’s such a fool, still after all this time, thinking she could threaten you.

“Okay,” you nod “do it.”

Surprise flashes across her face. Starlet is one of yours and yet you don’t care. Why?

But there no time to ponder so Abby swings her arm back, to go in for the kill, but is stopped when a gun goes off.

Sunny, she had sneaked up behind her and shot right through her hand holding the knife.

“U..ugh, wh-what did you do?” Abby asks while yelping in pain. She lets go of Starlet and is crawling away, towards you.

Abby’s mouth opens.

“Shut up, bitch, you and your people deserve this.” you kick her in the face with your boot before she can even mutter another word. The cracking is definitely her nose and if you’re lucky even a couple teeth. Abby flops back, head connecting with the floor, she’s gurgling from all the blood that must be filling her mouth and it forces her to roll over. She spits out a good amount but there’s more from the crack where her nose broke. A truly satisfying image.

You grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head up so she can hear you better, but also to get a good look at her fucked up face.

“Let me tell you something, Abby, you wasted your chance one too many times and if you’re smart enough you’ll run after we leave. Make sure that I won’t see you again, because if I do, you’ll be dead.” You let go of her, get up to leave, but turn towards her one final time.

“You’ve never changed, you always have been a stupid and reckless girl.”

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(Lil extra)

His breath smells like shit, he’s right behind you talking about god knows what, with his people.

“Let them go,” you cut in on their talk.

“Shut up girl you aint stopin’ this.” His arrogant tone pisses you off.

“Seems Jimmy has taken some special liking to your little friend over there,” he huffs amused before turning you until your faced with that Jimmy fucker and how he’s groping Sunny. She’s yelping in discomfort, scared and that flips a switch.

You knock your head back into his face with all the strength that you can muster up, his gun slips away from your temple before going off.

You can’t hear anything for a few seconds before the sounds of Simon yelling your name filter in.

And that stupid asshole is still laughing as you stumble towards him.

“What the hell are you gonna do now, Girl? Wanna grab a kiss before you die?” He thinks he’s real funny doesn’t he?

You smirk before rushing forward, aiming for his neck, sinking your teeth into his throat and tearing out a decently sized chunk.

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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Cheshire behind the cut; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon mouths up to the underside of Bernard’s jaw and gives the other’s ass another squeeze before sliding his hand back down under his thigh, making sure not to block anything Tim might wanna see of either of them in the process. He tugs Bernard’s thigh up a little higher–just enough to make sure Tim gets a real nice view of the next roll of their hips–and Bernard’s fingers dig into his scalp and spine, just a little, and the camera goes off in a rapid rush of clicks. Kon’s skin buzzes, and he drags his teeth shut just above the apple of Bernard’s throat. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Bernard groans, tipping his head back even farther. “I think you are getting ‘speechless’ out of me, seriously, I am not capable of keeping up with the flirty talk right now.” 

“I can talk,” Kon says, licking his lips briefly without pulling back from Bernard’s throat, so just the tip of his tongue flicks across it too. Bernard shudders. 

“Is that a threat?” he asks with a shaky laugh, and Kon grins against his throat again and then nuzzles back down it. 

“Naw, man, told you, I wanna few more rides on that dick of yours,” he purrs, and puts his weight into the next roll of his hips down against Bernard’s. “Never came like that before, swear I felt it in my fucking gut.” 

“God–yeah, yeah, prostate orgasm’s a bit–bit different, feels different,” Bernard stutters out breathlessly, his nails dragging down the back of Kon’s neck and other hand fisting tighter in his hair. “Jesus, you really do run hot, fuck, feel like I’m grinding on a friggin’–I dunno, a friggin’ heat rock or something.” 

“A heat rock, babe?” Tim asks wryly, and Bernard makes a face at him and then chokes on another groan as Kon just kinda–just kinda puts a bit more of his TTK out there and makes it press down heavy against the other’s body. With like, maybe just a little extra attention for a few specific spots on it, maybe. “Hm.” 

“Well it’s that or somebody just fucking forged this dick out of literal steel, alright?” Bernard pants, gripping Kon’s neck harder and hooking the leg he tugged up earlier around his waist. Kon really, really likes how it feels getting held onto like that. “Christ, you’re thick. Like everywhere. All the places. Seriously, I swear to fuck, if I were a bucket of water–” 

“Bernard. Honey. Sweetheart. Light of my conspiracy board. You really cannot take him, even with a long weekend involved in the process,” Tim says wryly. "Literally neither of us can or could."

“Yeah, I’m aware, but like . . .” Bernard bites his lip and flicks his eyes down towards Kon again, which he only knows because in this close and touching there is no way his TTK could not feel it. He’s personally way too busy mouthing at the guy’s pulse and stroking his TTK along his ribs and his hands up his sides to lift his head himself, though, so he figures that’s just whatever right now. “Guh, fucking hell, how can you even touch this many places at once, that is not fair.” 

“You want some more?” Kon asks, and licks his lips again as he lets his TTK flex around him. “I can do more.” 

Kon is not actually sure if the things Bernard says in response to that are gods’ names or just, like, very weird curses or something or maybe just a Gotham thing, but Bernard says them very feelingly and in fact straight-up viciously. 

“Hm,” Tim says again, sounding just musing enough that all Kon hears is Robin. “Pet. Does that mean you can touch his prostate without having to open him up for it?” 

“Oh fuck you, babe,” Bernard wheezes, and Kon bites the inside of his cheek and lifts his head just enough to glance over at Tim again. 

Tim snaps a picture of his face, then smiles at him. 

Kon’s whole body burns. 

“Want me to?” he asks, his voice maybe feeling a little rough in his throat, and Bernard groans and Tim–

Tim just keeps smiling the exact same smile at him, and Kon immediately wants his dick back in him. Well–actually Kon immediately wants a lot of things, but “Tim’s dick back in him” feels like it’d cover most of them. 

“Well, Bernard’s right, prostate orgasms do feel pretty different,” Tim says in that same musing tone that Kon can only think of “Robin” when he hears. “And I think he really does want you to fuck him right now.” 

“I will literally fucking kill you, Tim,” Bernard swears, ducking his head down against Kon’s shoulder. He doesn’t loosen the grip of either his hands or the leg he has around him, though, and Kon . . . 

“You can decide if you wanna follow through on that after my boy takes care of you, babe,” Tim replies, his smile just barely widening, and Kon thinks that means–“You’ll make Bernard feel nice, won’t you, pet? Pay him back for fucking you so good and getting you all opened up for me so I could get carried away?” 

���Please let me,” Kon manages hoarsely, because he can’t manage anything else, and Robin smiles at him. 

“Fuck you both, you kinky fucking bastards,” Bernard swears into his shoulder, and Kon can’t take his eyes off Tim at all.

[queenofshenanigans]

WIP WEEKEND (5/30)

I've still got a few in the ole inbox, but I'm open for business again, so let's get this party started! I was taggedby (and am tagging back) @sourw0lfs, @vthx, @hbyrde36, @pearynice and @maxfandoms this week! Thanks brochachos!

👩‍👩‍👦 - the Stranger Moms fic. The plot is unfolding, Joyce has entered the chat, and we've gotten through *most* of the exposition. I'm officially hitting my stride for this thing...the tag here.

🐉 - Steve finds a dragon in his closet. (Steddie, ft Dustin's unsafe scienigal experiments...i've got a bunch of this one in the inbox...if I get a bunch who *knows* where it'll go...maybe Dustin will take flight?!)

🏰 - Shenanigans in Steve's attic thanks to his dad's latest experiment. It's basically Honey I Shrunk The Kids, but ST canon compliant as well. (Pre-Steddie, ft Erica & Dustin, intended to be a drabble and/or short fic, but I'm outta control. This one's in the )

⚔️ - A Knight's Tale (with magic) AU, Ronance with side Steddie (and other various pairings), but it's 90% Wheeler sibling feels. I'm about shift POVs to someone ~new~ here...

🤸‍♂️- The Yeet Aerobics Fic - This is either a S3 rewrite, or a S3 competitive aerobics AU or somehow both, featuring aerobics instructors Chrissy & Steve, an Eddie on a health kick for Uncle Wayne's heart, and a Robin who's watching it all unfold from Scoops.

🤫 - Steddie Big Bang (this has gone under so many genre changes, all I'll say it's still a romance and has a happy ending. I'll write 3 sentences, and share some stuff from ⚔️, 🏰, or 🐉 - if you have a preference, drop an emoji)

🛼 - Sapphic Mini Bang (90s Bubblescoop with background Stommy; I'll write 3 sentences, and share 👩‍👩‍👦 or 🤸‍♂️- if you have a preference, drop an emoji)

Snippet from Stranger Moms and tags, beneath the cut.

"It's not over yet." Joyce's voice was hard, resigned, but determined. It was clear that she knew even more than Claudia did about everything. "The fight's not done."

Claudia sighed, and looked older than she was as she reached out and picked up Steve's hand. "I can't believe you kept this from us for so long, Joyce. Our kids—" She cut herself off with a glance to Liz. "You and Steve are welcome at our place too, then. Steve would have come there regardless, and if you're serious about sticking around, I guess I don't have a choice."

"So very kind of you," Liz drawled, turning back to Steve as Joyce joined them by coming to stand at the end of Steve's bed. "Now, are either of you going to explain what the hell it is you're talking around?"

She knew Claudia hadn't been telling her the whole story earlier, and there were obvious blanks where Joyce had left things out. She would chalk it up to nothing more than Hawkins weirdness and take Steve far away from it all, if not for way a small voice in her head said that this time, there was no running away.

"And what it has to do with Henry Creel?"

Before anyone could answer, Steve stirred. All three women turned as one as his eyes opened. His hazel eyes, the same color as her eyes, she thought, flicked from face to face; first to Liz, then Joyce, finally to Claudia, before he jerked his whole body back to Liz, eyes wide in his bruised face.

"Mom?" His voice was rough, and she noticed then that he had bruises around his neck as well, as if someone had tried to strangle him. He looked younger than his nineteen years, small and scared as he squinted up at her, confusion clear on his face. "Fuck. I must be more concussed than I thought. Doc Owens didn't say hallucinations were a concern."

Tagging: @strangerthingswritersguild, @helpimstuckposting, @tinytalkingtina, @strangethetimes, @nureyevsins, @devondespresso, @yesdangerpls, and anyone else who would like to play!

[chthontoya]

Chronic hanahaki, Uraichi, codependency (?), unconsensual drug use, getting together, WIP, ficlet, suggestive themes, stalking (obviously, bruh)

"Oh, it's this time of the year already," - Ichigo doesn't quite whine, he doesn't, but he really really close to it.

It was time for his flowers to bloom and this was annoying as hell. Ichigo had to take his medicine and visit hospital once in two weeks to extract excessive ooze the medicine turned flowers into. And coughing! Coughing was intense and annoying, and always full of ooze.

So Ichigo saw hanahaki as a recurring alergy: deadly but manageable and definitely he'll have it forever. Because running from emotional problems was like a second skin for Ichigo and he wasn't going to change now.

Ichigo would never have thought that the most annoying thing in hanahaki will be his friends' and family curiosity.

In the begging of his "Pining disease", Ichigo would wake up in night from time to time with a terrible cough, blood and flowers around. Nowadays Ichigo was talking his medicine in time like a well oiled mechanism. He just couldn't let the flowers bloom and let everyone to immediately understand who exactly he was pining for. Because flowers always pointed at the object of infatuation and Ichigo had spider lilies of all thing. No matter how in denial he himself had been during his first year - spider lilies covered in blood and saliva had crushed all his hopes for further avoiding his feelings. He had had to accept them. Doesn't mean he planned to ever share them.

...

"Oh, feel dizziness finally?" - Kisuke asks with enthusiasm. Ichigo glowers st him suspiciously and nods, - "Tea finally took its toll. Wonderful," - he nods few times playing with his fan, - "Unless you're trained against this kind of chemical or interrogation technique, which you're not, you'll answer every question I ask." Kisuke grins, looking too satisfied for Ichigo's opinion.

...

"Playing the game in guessing what flowers you decided to grow in your lungs have been fun and etcetera but it's totally not worth your struggles. It have been, what, two, three years?" - Kisuke shrugs with a fake bored tone, - "So I decided to haste things somewhat."

"You drugged me." Ichigo states without surprise.

Kisuke nods.

"So who is it, Ichigo?"

Ichigo presses lips together and glovers at the ex-onmitsukidō agent. Kisuke sighs with a strange glimmer in his eyes.

"It's not ever easy with you, is it." Kisuke sighs dramatically, his eyes however remain calculating with something else mixed in. "So, are they human, shinigami-soul or hollow?"

"Shinigami-soul." Ichigo slurs panicking. He has no doubts he's doomed. "Why not asking if you know them?"

"I know them." Kisuke states with such certainty that it makes, Ichigo's breath hitch noticeably.

Ichigo knows he have been doomed since the moment he fell for Kisuke. This, however... This is a such blatant display of what he is so damn set on. There're so many things but the most importantly Kisuke cares. Cares enough to force him to admit his feelings and some tiny soft part in Ichigo wishes to submit immediately.

Ichigo doesn't even asks how Kisuke is so sure he knows the object of his infatuation. For some reason Ichigo has no doubts in the statement. The idea of Kisuke fucking stalking him to the extent where there's no a time window without him being watched makes him shiver with the excitement. Ichigo wonders if his arousal will give him out before his drugged mind will.

Kisuke humms at the answer. Shinigami - souls was the biggest circle of the three: Visored, captains and their second in command, even some seated officers (which absolutely weren't worthy Ichigo's attention).

Kisuke pushes down his hopeful ego which is whispering him seductively how Kisuke himself is in the circle.

"Are they a captain level shinigami? To ease your struggles with definition, do they have Bankai?" If they do, Kisuke will have nearly twenty people to pick from, and he still will be one of those. The exiled shinigami is disappointed in himself, will he really try to cut groups the way to delude himself about being the one who Ichigo desires? He needs to take hold on himself.

"They have," - Ichigo agrees with eyes idling around the room.

"Please refrain from attempting to run away," - Kisuke asks in play-pretend of being offended manner, while his blood boil demanding an action. The idea of physically forcing Ichigo to stay still makes him feel feral.

Ichigo doesn't listen - frees himself from his body to equal the ground. Useless. Kisuke moves fluidly and already pins Ichigo down with a knee on his back and awaken Benihime in hand. It's easy, really, and somehow not less exciting.

Ichigo's a powerhouse but he's a warrior - not somebody adapted to confined places and fast hand-to-hand combat. Kisuke suppresses the desire to change the position, to make their bodies so close that he would be able to feel every stutter of Ichigo's breath.

"Mah, Kurosaki-san, have I taught you badly to assess your surroundings and opponent?" Kisuke wonders if he could cut Ichigo's ear, for example, and still remain to seem harmless enough for the hybrid to come to his house and take everything he gives without self-preservation. Kisuke licks his lips abusing the fact that Ichigo doesn't see his face right now. "Let's continue," - of course his tea have affected body and soul, - "How well are they with living in the transient world?"

Again, the question cuts a lot of candidates and, if Rukia is the person of Ichigo's affection, Kisuke will still be able to delude himself a bit more.

"Good enough."

"In time terms."

"They've lived here for a while."

Kisuke humms - Ichigo is still trying to be as vague as possible. Then Kisuke has to still himself. How well Ichigo's watching his language? Ichigo can't specifically mean Kisuke or Love, the ex-onmitsukidō is clearly overthinking.

"Their Zanpakutō type?"

Kisuke barely notices his change into clipped language. What Ichigo is doing to him? He should brace himself to hear about an ice-type Zanpakutō, not watch-drink for any little twitches in the hybrid's body.

Ichigo mumbles the answer under his nose. An interesting loophole - Kisuke muses inwardly, consciously prioritizing the feeling of awe and not the reflex from a Maggots' nest to subdue a person further.

"Ichigo," - Kisuke drawls in a way that usually makes the hybrid jolt, he continues in a light tone - "I'll get the answer anyway. Don't make me work for it."

Ichigo tenses even more and keeps silent. `Taunting` - whispers something deep in Kisuke.

Ex-onmitsukidō eases the hold on Ichigo allowing him to move. Of course the hybrid bolts immediately. Not to far - Kisuke uses the opportunity to pin him down in a different position - face-to-face. The hybrid is beautiful like this, sprawled underneath him, held by Benihime's threads and Kisuke's body, all flushed and hard breathing. He jolts and twitches in attempt to escape.

"Zanpakutō type," - Kisuke repeats the question.

Ichigo seems torn. Head is turned away. Eyes are averted. Ichigo slightly shivers.

"Blood type."