#b4 my head explodes

[widowlurker]

as a pjo enjoyer I’ve always been a top tier hater for the idea of a “good movie but not a good adaptation” bc like the fact that it’s an adaptation plays into how good of a movie it is

And then atsv got me into the mcu BEFORE the comics

…guess what

[twinkskeletons]

ah i just saw the art you were talking about. going crazy for a different good boy incident now thank you for that

ikr.. very inspiring 2 me..

[tomatoart]

What are your thoughts on ff15?

My thoughts on ff15 are that roma convinced himself that this looks exactly like Patrick stump.

[derrypubliclibrary]

i can SEE u fuckers online…

[c-nstellati-ns]

Are you still accepting requests? If so how about making a mess of Cassidy? That man is incredibly cocky but as soon as he's under you he's a whining mess

YOUR BODY’S BANGIN’, OUT OF CONTROL! — short

author’s note — little filler post b4 i finish schtuff

word count — 424

featuring — cole cassidy

cw — NSFW CONTENT, dom!gn!reader, sub!cole, less of cocky cassidy and more of him being pampered bc i love him, this barely counts a fic sorry it looked longer on my doc

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2023. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

“C’mon, pretty boy… why so quiet?” You coo, a teasing tone to your voice.

Cole lets out a choked noise, fisting desperately at the sheets as you peppered more kisses against his soft stomach. Each time, you purposely avoided the place he needed you the most. His marked thighs twitch around your head with each touch to his heated skin.

“J-just get on wit’ it, won’t ya? ‘m gonna explode…” He says with a shaky sigh, lightly grasping at your thick locs in an attempt to ground himself.

With each intimate moment you’ve spent with Cassidy, you’ve noticed that his accent gets so much thicker. It was cute, you thought. You had half the mind to try and tease him about it, but you’ve already denied him for so long. The poor man looked like he was coming undone at the seams. His pretty lashes stuck with tears, his amber eyes hazy but locked onto yours. His lips were bitten and red, just how you like it.

After a moment of gazing over him, you chuckled and pressed another kiss to his abdomen after nipping the tanned skin. He groans and gently tugs at your hair, “P-please…” His voice is airy, soft. It’s a stark difference compared to how deep his voice usually was.

“Mm… you’re lucky I’m a sucker for you, sweet thing.” You mutter hungrily, leaning in to lock lips with him in a sloppy kiss. You can feel him wrap his arms and legs around you tightly, keeping you locked in.

Cass pulls back briefly, his lips ghosting against yours. “We only have so much time… need you, baby— please… please.” He sounded so desperate, who were you to deny him? You kissed his cheek, his beard briefly brushing against your own.

“Gonna take real good care of you, gorgeous.” You wrapped a hand around his leaking cock, making him gasp. You rub a hand over his slit, stroking him steadily. The little pleased noises that slipped from his lips were delicious. “Don’t you worry.”

You ran a hand through his soft hair, his hat having been discarded a long time ago when you knocked it over in a heated frenzy. He looked prettier like this anyways. You couldn’t wait to ravage him completely and leave him all breathless by the end of this. You tugged his head back, pulling away to bite at his neck, hearing his sweet moans as you kiss his Adam’s apple. “I got ya, love.”

Let’s just say Cole had a mighty good evening that night.

[enwrites]

Silly Competitions (s.jy)

pairing: jake x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! (not proofread so sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: established relationship, kinda dom jake, cunnilingus (both male & female), slight power play if you squint, fingering, handjob, riding, creampie, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pls), jake calls reader pet names, slight ass eating i think (lmk if anything is missed!)

synopsis: you and jake bet on a silly competition to see who could overcome the other for a chance at dominance.

wc: 1.5k words

a/n: a little something short and sweet while i work on my other pieces ;) been having a bit of jake on my mind and this scenario popped into my head, no pt2 for this one, just short and simple <3 hope u all enjoy~

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“Fuck Y/n,” Jake let’s out a groan. He squirms under you as you suck on the head of his dick. There was no way he was going to win this competition. You let him go with a pop, grinning to yourself as you stroke his shaft. Finally this was going to be the day you win.

This was his idea after all. 

Jake had insisted you both have this little competition to see who’d cum first. This was how the two of you ended up in this compromising position— 69’ing. He swore you’d never win anyways. So, he made a bet with you that whoever cums first, gets to do whatever they want to the other. No complaining whatsoever. He knew you’d cave in first, but what he didn't know was how determined you were to win. He tried his hardest to hold back as groans and moans left his mouth like some sort of mantra. 

Your little mouth drove him insane. He felt like he was going to explode any minute now, but he wasn’t going to give up easily. He was taken back to reality as you engulfed more of his length into his mouth, deepthroating him like your life depended on it. 

You wanted nothing more but to be able to take Jake your way for once. You were going to make it your mission to win as Jake always had his way. But he wasn’t going to let up easily. He pulls your ass down, back onto his face, licking from your clit all the way back to your asshole. A moan escapes your mouth, the pleasure being too much for you to handle, your eyes start to tear up. 

If this was any other day, you’d be cumming all over his tongue, riding your high on his mouth. You throw your head back as the pleasures of being eaten out courses through your veins. One thing you couldn’t deny was how amazing Jake was with his mouth, always being able to get you to cum so easily with just his tongue. 

He slaps your ass, pulling you in close as he moans into your cunt lapping up more of your juices, loving the way you perfectly sat on his face. Your body trembles a bit, you feel pure bliss. You bring your head back down to his cock, taking his tip back into your mouth, earning a loud moan from him. You knew his tip was his weak spot. 

“Come on Y/n, y-you know you want to cum so bad, just do it alrea— ahhh fuck,” you cut him off as you twirl your tongue around his tip. He starts to leak. You stroke his shaft, sucking on his head. Jake bucks his hip, making you take more of his cock in. Before you knew it, he sticks his finger into your hole as he leaves little licks on your clit. Groaning onto his cock, you stroke him even faster, hallowing your mouth, sucking his tip harder than before.

The sound of mouths sucking and slurping filled the room accompanied by moans and mewls. You were getting closer and closer to release as Jake inserted another finger into you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. No longer being able to take the immense bubble of pleasure building up within you, you needed to hurry and make him cum first. Jake pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he smirks deviously. He could tell you were getting closer to release. 

“J-Jake please… c-can’t take it anymore … need you to cum already,” you shakily let out, hand lazily stroking him in the moment. Jake chuckles, pulling away from your pussy, taking in the view before him. 

“You need me to cum? Baby you’re dripping… just cum for me already, I know you want to,” he said, you could feel his smirk through his voice. Pulling out of your trance, you spit onto his cock, using it as your makeshift lube, you stroke his shaft painfully slow. It was Jake’s turn to throw his head back muttering a “fuck”, his breathing turning heavy as he felt his climax approaching. Jake wasn’t going to let up easily though.

He wanted to feel your tight cunt around his cock and that was what he was going to get. 

Jake returns his attention back to your pussy as he continues to finger you, your juices dripping onto his face and down his neck. Everything about this being the filthiest he has ever felt and he wanted more. His fingers increase in speed as he feels you clenching around them. He knew you were close.

“Oh my god, Jakey~,” you moan as you practically start to ride onto his fingers. The competition no longer occupies your brain as you shove your ass back into Jake’s face signaling for him to go back to eating you out. Jake happily obliged, taking his fingers out and diving right back into you. He groans as you ride his face. Feeling the way you hump onto his face was enough to get him leaking again.

But that didn’t matter to you. You needed to cum. Jake takes you by surprise as he starts to suck on your clit, devouring every inch of your cunt. 

“Jake! I-I’m gonna cum!” you shout, grinding your pussy into his face harder than ever. He moans into your pussy, never once taking his tongue off of it. With one more grind onto his tongue, your orgasm surges through your body as you let out a loud moan following Jake’s name spilling out of your mouth over and over again like a broken record. You fall limp onto his body, panting as you try to catch your breath. Jake sits up slightly, moving your legs off of his chest, he pulls you into a hungry kiss. He pulls away, giggling at you as your face turns red from embarrassment. 

“Guess I win this time princess,” he cocks a sly grin at you. You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “You gonna be a good girl and ride this cock for me?” Without saying a word, you push the blond boy back onto his back, as you straddle him. Taking his cock into your hands, you rub his tip up and down your slit before sinking down onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet,” he coos at you. You put your hands onto his chest as you start to start to bounce up and down. Jake brings one of his hands up to your waist, gripping your side as his other hand makes his way up to your breast. He gives it a grope, watching you with lust filled eyes.

“God your tits look so good,” he groans, eyes rolling back. Not being able to handle the way your pussy clenches around, he pulls you down onto him as he fucks into you. His hand makes it way to your ass as he gives it a squeeze, pumping himself into you, so hard as the bed frame slams against the wall. You swore the bed was going to break any minute now. 

“Jakey~ please … harder,” you barely managed to let out. Jake pulls you into a messy kiss once more before pulling away, pounding at an animalistic speed into you. Your pussy creams around his shaft as he feels you clenching, suffocating his cock. He was so close. He moves his hand to your waist, holding you into place, your second orgasm brews within you as you can only let out incoherent words and moans.

“C-Cum in me Jakey,” you choked, tears falling from your eyes.

That was enough to drive Jake over the edge. He pounds mercilessly into you, skin slapping against skin. Overstimulated from your first orgasm, you scream as Jake pumps into you, causing you to squeeze around him, cumming all over his cock. He follows suit as you milk his cock, his cum filling you up as he groans out your name.

Slowly pumping in and out of you, he helps you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Your body trembles against him as you fall limp once more. He rolls the both of you over, now above you as he pulls out of pussy, his cum spilling out of your hole. He leans down, leaving kisses down your neck and back up to your mouth. Pulling away, he looks at you with a toothy smile as he starts to laugh. You hit his chest playfully, rolling your eyes at him again. 

“Hmm maybe we should have these competitions more often, huh Y/n?” He giggles into your hair, pulling you into his arms. You giggle as well, melting into his hold. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, now are you gonna clean me up or what?” you cock your brow at him as he lets out a defeated sigh, getting up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom to grab a towel.

At the end of the day, Jake would do anything for you. You were his princess after all,  no matter what silly competition the two of you decided to have.

© enwrites // tumblr

[hearts-4-vicky]

thinking abt Giselle tying up g!p reader to the bed and sitting on your face! Gigi would have to tie your waist down to the bed bc you can’t stop humping the air trying to find any type of release. Gigi would be so mean, suffocating you with her pussy while she degrades you and tells you that you’re not doing it right! Tears would be falling down your cheeks as you mumble out a barely audible apology while you were tongue fucking her hole and sucking on her clit. She would tell you it’s okay because you’re just her dumb baby! When she finally cums in your mouth and all over your face, you feel like you were in heaven! Your eyes rolled back and you came untouched, making a mess of your pelvis! When she got off your face you would tell her thank you with her slick and cum smeared over your face, Gigi would call you a pervert for cumming untouched :( She would stuff your mouth with her lactating tits and ride your overstimulated cock until you were shooting blanks!!

anon, angel, do u wanna kiss????🙏CUZ UR MIND OH MY GOD

warnings: dom! aeri, sub! g!p reader, mommy kink, aeri being mean :(, aeri being kinda nice towards the end?, squirting, overstimulation, face sitting, pussy eating, aeri slaps ur balls, cum eating, lactation, reader is a loser, A BIG LOSER, reader is stupid reader is sensitive asf😭, reader sobs cuz shes a stupid sensitive loser, (y am i bashing reader 🙏💀) pregnancy mentions, aeri takes pics

i feel like gigi would come outta nowhere, full on naked, n ur dick just JUMPS but like cant even blame u🙏 her tits would be leakin a bit, pussy WET n u cant even react bc she just rips off ur clothes n tying u to her bed posts!!!!!! ur so confused cuz shes never did smth like this b4?? “aeri what the fu-“ “shut up whore, its mommy to you.” and suddenly ur mouth is shut (only open to eat mommys pussy😘) and ur thinkin w/ ur dick😝 aeri gets on the bed, pussy hovering over ur face with ur mouth still shut tight, not knowing what to do?? finally, her pussy meets ur lips n u do… nothing??? youve never been with a girl before, only watching twitter porn videos (you can only watch 15 secs b4 ur cock just explodes 💥💥💥💥💥) getting impatient aeri brings one of her hands to your jaw, forcing u to open ur mouth n shes suffocating u with her puffy pussy, grindin on ur mouth, plushy thighs barely able to block out the sounds of aeris moans😍 “Use your- ah- tongue stupid bitch” (im giggling i want her so bad) stickin ur tongue in n out gets aeri to let out a satisfied sigh but she takes notice of the precum leakin out ur tip n starts giggling???

UGHHHH aeri would js be so MEAN to u

“You getting off to this slut? Mommy hasn’t even touched you and you’re already close? Fucking pathetic.” aeri leans over to give your balls a few hard slaps, stopping when ur cock begins to twitch🥺 she moves her hand to the place where your shaft meets your tip and has a firm grip on it, making you whimper and start to sob “You’re stupid if you think you’re gonna cum before me” aeri moans out as she starts to grind harder on your mouth😝 you’re sobbing so loudly now bc ur overwhelmed n aeri is jst being mean to u:((( but ur sobs n whines send vibrations to aeris core n she squirts all over ur face!!!🥺🥺🥺 so focused into her orgasm she lets go of your dick and you cum so violently, humping the air, getting your cum everywhere

aeri gets off you, letting you speak “‘m sorry mommy! p-please! please don’ leave your slut! wan’ taste m-mommy’s milk please….” you sob out, giving into your mommy so easily🥺🥺 aeri doesnt respond as she turns around, slams down on your cock, bouncing up and down quickly, shoving her leakin nipples in your needy mouth🥺 and yeah! she does fuck you til ur shooting blanks into her warm pussy🥺! but since you’re cummin so much she teases you “You, fuck- want mommy to get pregnant baby? You gonna share mommys milk with our baby?” your eyes widen, shaking ur head thats trapped in her tits to protest “Words, baby, mommy wants to hear you use your words” aeri whispers to you, never slowing down her pace❤️ she pulls you away from her spit soaked tits so you can answer “no mommy! don’ wanna- mmh!share your boobs with no one else!!” cumming in the middle of your sentence was so embarrassing for you but aeri didnt care that much💋 she gets off your overstimulated cock, causing you to whine loudly “Oh yeah? With how many times you came in me theres no way we aren’t parents yet. If only there was some way to prevent that…” she trails off before climbing back up so her pussy is near your face again. “Maybe you should be a good little slut and eat your cum out of mommy’s pussy.” aeri smirks seeing you nod vigorously, so cute, all for her🥺

“Good girl” is all aeri needs to say before sitting on your face again, you’re so eager to eat her again! even if you’re eating your own cum in the process!! aeri can’t help but snap a few pics of you being so pussy drunk and sends them to the aespa group chat🥺 not even a minute goes by before she gets a notification from the gc,

“Aeri-unnie, can we share her? please?:(“

“Ofc ning❤️ come home quick k?”

I WAMT HER SO ABDF OH MY GOD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

anyway first ask done😍❤️

bye my loves stay safe💋💋💋

[cherrye]

sweet things

oikawa tooru x gn!reader

a/n: had to dump this b4 my brain explodes

there’s something about you that makes tooru just want to sit you on a beautiful throne and offer you all the love and possessions he can give you. maybe it’s the way you get flustered with every sweet thing he does, or the way you give your all in showing him the love he deserves — it’s apparently an innate desire to see you glowing with joy and love.

case in point, while he likes to act as if he were only doing it because it looked like your spine was about to deform from the weight of your bag (it really wasn’t heavy), he likes to insist on carrying your bag, especially when you’ve been adjusting its handle or strap on your shoulders. even if you do decline the offer, you’ll find yourself smiling when you feel the bag lighten a bit (it’s definitely not because of him lifting the bag from the bottom).

another thing is keeping you out of harm’s way. whether or not you’re a clumsy person, his spider senses activate as soon as you do something that may potentially harm you.

something fell under the table? he’s immediately covering your head with his hands when you crawl down to get it back.

filming the beautiful scenery? tooru already has his hands on your waist to keep you from bumping into people or tripping over your own feet.

but, what if you’ve already hurt yourself? he’s already on his way to fulfill his duty as your nurse… after he finishes laughing, of course.

lastly, while his job as a pro player takes up most of his time, he does his absolute best to make time for you. and, during those day offs he gets to spend with you, he’s paying full attention to you.

he loves hearing you talk about your day, especially when you go into full detail like how the music you were playing was coincidentally matching a random pigeon’s stride, or even how a little pebble in your shoe somehow threw off your luck for the day.

what he loves the most though is when you sit him down on the bed to watch you try on everything you bought that day. tooru’s fully engrossed in the try-on haul and acts as if he was invited to paris fashion week, watching models strut down the runway. he even goes as far as acting like a photographer and going into all sorts of weird poses to “get the best angles” when you model by the doorway.

and during those days you feel as if you’re truly unworthy of the treatment he has been giving you, he’s quick to wrap you up in his arms and remind you that you deserve everything in this world and so much more than what he can offer you.

“i love you, y/n. everything i do for you is because i love you and you love me. i don’t care if you think you don’t deserve it because it’s my choice, and i believe you deserve it and so much more. you are a person worthy of unconditional love and care, i hope you will understand this. it doesn’t have to be right now, but i hope it’ll be in the near future, my love”.

[oleander-nin]

Hey you~ YES YOU PRETTY PERSON ❤️

I was reading your stuff and see that wasn't nothing about my best baby boy in blue??? Like,wha- he didn't survive the prison dimension for nothing y'know?

Sooo,why not ask about him??

I making a fic with this troupe and i'd love to see another's person writing this so.

Rise Leo x reader....

*Dramatic pause of course*

Enemies to lovers

Yes baby,my favorite type!

The scenario? Well...she is a new villain in New York with some unsolved things with draxum,wanna make him pay for past stuff and all. The turtles find out about it and of course go protect their dad for abvious reasons and when they find the reader,they are more sassy and flamboyant than Leo lol.

Reader is a menance (villain arc goes brrr) but at some point (probably on the kraang invasion) they helped the turtles noticing their feelings for Leo and kinda confess or sum?

Damm. This is kinda of a big request, sorry for that lol

A/N: I adore this concept more than you can possibly know. As soon as this chapter is posted, I will be reading up everything you have on it. It just sounds so fun!(I didn't read it b4 hand cause I didn't want to accidently copy smth. Hope it still fits lol) Kinda took the post Kraang part and ran with it tbh. Also, in my defense, I have like 5 Leo WIPs rn, I just haven't gotten around to finishing them. But this seemed like the best 1st Leo post I could ever make, so it got major priority. And thanks for referring to me as pretty person! It made me so happy and I almost didn't want to answer this 'cause I just liked to re-read this ask a lot. I'm sorry it's so bad, I was really tired and wanted to get something out quick. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Warnings: Post-Movie, mentions of kraang, Leo being bandaged and wounded, bad writing.

Words: 1325

Summary: It's two weeks after the Kraang invasion, and you haven't seen Leo since.

I stare down at the broken city, disappointed with the destruction the Kraang brought with them. Sure, I wasn’t exactly what could be called a stand-up citizen, but this was my home too. It had been two weeks since the Kraang invasion, two weeks since I had fought alongside the people I had known as enemies, two weeks since I had last seen them alive. After the Kraang ship exploded and the portal closed, I hadn’t seen any of the turtles or their friends. Not that I’m worried of course. They were all resilient, able to survive everything thrown at them thus far. Even if they weren’t okay, I was a villain and they were heroes. Something happening to them would just be a relief to the constant thorn in my side they insist on being. I couldn’t start caring about them, not now. No matter how much I was worried.

I turned around, facing away from the broken city. Repairs had started, but it would take a long time. People were missing, buildings had fallen, and morale had gone down. After all, an alien invasion wasn’t something even New York could instantly bounce back from. We would heal, but it would take months, even years. I start to head back to my home, jumping across the rooftops when I can and using the fire escapes on others. It was calming, the wind brushing against my face as I ran. I avoid the remaining rubble and the broken glass littering the rooftops, not wanting to slice open my legs.

I take a running jump, feeling myself being suspended in the air before gravity takes hold once more. Shifting my weight, I crouch down as I land, trying to lessen the impact on my still bruised legs. I use the momentum from the landing to shoot myself forwards, laughing as I feel the wind against my face. I get ready to make the next jump, my arms swinging backwards to help gain the right momentum, but I falter when I hear a voice in the distance. Leo’s voice. Slowing down, my arms sticking out to the sides as I try to not fall, my head snaps over to where I heard his voice. I knew I shouldn’t care, why did it matter that I heard him? We were enemies, I hated him, and he hated me. Right? I ignore my screaming brain, walking forwards and peering over the edge of the roof.

There they were, the four turtles and their human friends. Gross. I let out a grimace, watching as they waited in the alley, 3 pizza boxes in the orange ones arms. I continue to scan over them out of curiosity, trying to find Leo. His brothers were all there, having minimal damage done to them(Except the red one, but I already figured his shell wasn’t the only thing damaged the last I saw him.) I kept seeing basic glances of Leo, but the red one was blocking my view. I huff in frustration, moving along the edge of the roof to try and see him better. I could hear him just fine, but I wanted to see him.

I jump to a slightly lower building, keeping in the shadows so they don’t notice me. I had no idea why I cared so much, but I felt like I needed to see Leo. I wanted to make sure he was safe too. I duck down farther behind the ledge of the rooftop, the entrance to Run Of The Mill opening as someone stepped out. A very goat-like purple yōkai, stepped out. I groan, grimacing as I look at Baron Draxum. I let out a huff of air, frustrated. I give up on staying behind to check on Leo. I heard his loud voice, so he was probably fine. 

I keep quiet as I climb up a building, leaping across the residential and commercial buildings. If I really wanted to, I could just cause chaos in a few weeks to make sure they all showed up. But right now? Right now I just wanted to sleep. I jump onto a building with a wider roof, looking across the skyline. The broken city still managed to be beautiful, the people on the ground scurrying to be wherever they were needed. I hear a small thud behind me, my ears picking up the familiar pattering of footsteps. I continued to scan the horizon, pretending I was oblivious to the figure behind me. I grip my knife and shift my weight slightly, waiting until the perpetrator was in range. Once I could hear the breath of the person, I turned around, sweeping their legs from under them and holding a knife to their throat.

The attacker lets out a small yelp and a groan as they hit the ground, a shaky smile on their green face as they look up at me. It was Leo. I quickly get off of him, pulling him up with me as I put my knife back into its sheath on my side. I take in his appearance, my mouth pressing into a tight line as I notice his bandages. His carapace was completely wrapped up, as well as most of his platron. Different bandage wraps were scattered all over him, covering most of his scaly skin from sight. 

“What happened to you?” I ask, a small frown on my face. Leo’s smile never drops, pulling me into a tight hug.

“I missed you too! You know, it’s been so boring without you stirring up trouble every other day.” Leo pulls back from the hug, a hand on each of my shoulders as he shakes me lightly, mock disappointment on his features. “You disappeared before my grand finale! You didn’t even get to see how awesome I was! You are one cruel, cruel frenemy, you know that?”

I roll my eyes, batting his hands off my shoulders. “Oh please, I had more important things to do. Like, oh I don’t know, making sure Kraang minions didn’t kill a bunch of people?” I jut my hip out, looking Leo up and down again. “Seriously though, what happened after I left?”

“Aww, does someone care?” Leo teases, a smug grin on his face. My frown deepens, knowing I shouldn’t be upset he was wounded. I shouldn’t care. I should be ecstatic he got hurt, the only thing I should be upset about is that he wasn’t knocked out of commission. We were enemies, they were friends of Draxum.

I turn around, trying to ignore the hole of despair growing in my chest. He was covered in so many bandages, new scars covering his visible skin. I felt sick just looking at him. Would he have been fine if I stayed? If I didn’t rush off? I couldn’t think of it right now, not wanting to come to terms with the fact that I cared for him.

Leo grabs my arm before I can jump to the next roof, pulling me back and putting his hands back on my shoulders, keeping me in place. “Hey, what’s gotten into you? Are you okay?” His voice is soft and his eyes are full of concern. It all just makes me feel worse. “You’re usually spitting back one liners and being all sarcastic, did something happen?”

I look back at Leo, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I try to figure out how to explain what I was feeling. I sigh, pulling Leo in for a hug, being careful not to put too much pressure on any of his wounds. I assumed I did a good job, as Leo just laughed and hugged me tighter against him. “It’d just be really inconvenient if something happened to you. You can’t just leave me with your brothers, they're boring.” 

Leo laughs at that, pulling away from the hug with a dopey grin on his face. “I knew you cared.”

[intertexts]

since I can't talk about my favorite bits that made me go AUGH bc of things you dont know about yet. give me ur favorite bit. what was ur favorite bit in that fic. gimme the authors notes behind the scenes ramble

AUAUAUAUA.... u r so nice 2 meee godddd what the hell. exploding u💥💥💥!!!!!!!!!!! ANYWAY. OK. OK. AUTHORS NOTES.

things i included that i am VERY IFFY ON but nevertheless went for:

>i think there's like 70/30 odds that they (dakota) try to do the putting ashe's headphones with thank you scientist or smth blaring on him to try & bring him back thing. can't tell you if it'll work or not but it has to come up. nevertheless i think if u were stuck in yr head for a year with the fucking trickster u would appreciate some quiet!!!!!! & its just. idk man. that's what i'd spiral over. what if one day u wake up n u don't even like all the stuff u love anymore. etc.

>I'M ALSO TAKING. A REALLY FUCKING LONG SHOT by explicitly referring to wiwi as alive? honestly? like it's a 50/50, i think that all the stuff w/ the heart etc should continue to have thematic resonance, but also i don't know how that will work with the wisps when they..... return? (<- using this word in the loosest possible way i just don't know how else to say it. when theyre onscreen again??) i'm sure the wisp thing gets some resolution i have no doubt. and i don't know if "whisperer william" and "alive body traits" are mutually exclusive. idk. idk. we'll see!!

>i'm assuming tide will make another appearance b4 the season ends. idgaf if he shows in deadwood or not i fucking HOPE NOT but i just thought man. he Would come to bring them all back n take care of them. i think he and mark should get to have a really long slightly more. real? conversation on how much parenting fucking sucks and is stressful and terrifying and they feel bad at it.

MY FAVORITE BIT. goddd. iiii. ok. i have a lot of Thoughts on wingfics & idk. i guess i always think they're a bit too easy. u have wings that u Never Ever Let Anyone Touch Except Family And Lovers and u Let Someone Preen Them and what-- there isn't even any terrifying indecipherable swirl of emotions about it?? it isn't even scary?? (& also the whole Why Is It Good When People Touch Ur Wings. "because it is" okay??? and why then?? i also am guilty of this but at least theres like. two sentences about it.) & when there's hybrid shit & its like ok suddenly u woke up with Searing Pain in ur back and things writhing around in there breaking through yr skin and bone to get out and-- thats IT??? there isn't even gonna be any lasting trauma about it? you're not even gonna feel weird about being permanently Different now? it isn't even inconvenient and painful?? so ig that's like-- the core of this one, lmao. obviously i have. Thoughts and Feelings on the whole prime nonconsensually and irrevocably changing ur body defenders thing. like. of course. thesis statement of my blog. & i have thoughts about. being a vessel & not getting any say in it, ig. idk. i hate when people take my stuff without asking!! the idea of someone taking my ME without asking is like, viscerally terrifying 2 me. not unpacking that moving on etc.... my favorite bit is ig ashe having conflicting and messy emotions on liking the way it feels. freaking out and trying 2 stonewall it out & eventually just. letting himself have the good thing. oversharing 9pm time but idk... ashe is a little Like Me in that he was a fucking shut in & never had friends until he was a teenager and doesn't really. know much about it? didn't have much experience in it? so he's really satisfying to write not in a projection-y way but an ah! i KNOW what this is like i can write this correctly!! very scary!!!! very 24/7 butterflies in ur stomach!! OH. I LIED. ACTUALLY. my favorite bit is ashe unconsciously using words & such abt capacitors and voltage and electricity etc. bc of growing up with an electrician dad :] very very small and minor but i have a lot of fucking emotions abt it actually!!! anyway. yeag <333

other behind the scenes thing: in my head wiwi is freaking the FUCK out the entire time he is going shit SHIT SHIT i'm so fucking bad at this shittttttttttttt is this what it's like for dakota to deal with me. is this what i'm like. shit. what do vynce and dakota do. hes like. cartoon running putting down the tracks just in front of the train this entire time <33 this is important to me.

[redactedwriting]

ok so. im polyfob casting couch anon. and the brainworms got to me and i wrote part of it. i chickened out b4 everyone else showed up but take the peterick part anyways. ive never written smut b4 so hopefully it is good lmao:

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Patrick looks at him across the table for a long moment, then finally sighs, in the way he always does when a certain musical element in Garageband isn't quite working out the way he wants it. “Listen, ah–Pete, was it?”

Pete nods, mouth feeling dry. “Yep. That's me.”

“Pete.” Even when he's attempting to sound disinterested, his name sounds so sweet coming out of Patrick's mouth. “Right. Yeah.” Patrick steeples his hands on the table and looks Pete in the eyes. “I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm just not sure what exactly you would bring to the band.” He leans back in his chair, gesticulating with his hand casually. “You play bass, which is great, but we can find other bass players. You write lyrics, which is great, but I already write lyrics. You get what I'm saying?”

Pete shifts in his seat. He asked for Patrick to subtly dig at his skills, but actually hearing it is entirely different. His insides feel squirmy with mixed feelings, but the prevailing one is lust. “R–Right. I get it,” he stutters.

“Okay, good. I guess what I'm asking is, what else can you bring to the table?”

“I could bring a lot of things to the table.”

“Like what?”

Pete breaths out heavily as he pushes his chair away from the table, stands up, and drops to his knees.

He hears Patrick stand up, feels him moving in front of him. “Ah, I see.” There's a hand under his chin, tilting it up to look at him. “You want me to use you? Want me to see if your mouth's good enough for me to keep you?”

The use of the term keep is enough to scramble Pete's brain. He forgets to answer until Patrick clears his throat. “Yeah,” he answers quickly. “Please use me, sir.” He doesn't mean for the sir to slip out, but it's second nature when on his knees like this.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Patrick coos. He undoes his belt slowly, dragging it through the loops of his jeans and setting it on the table. “I’d be happy to.” He undoes and unzips his jeans just enough to pull his dick out, rubbing the head along Pete's lips. “Open up, honey.”

Pete does, and Patrick pushes inside his mouth. His head tilts back. “Fuck. You’re fucking made for this.”

Pete hums around the cock in his mouth. Yes, he thinks. I am made for this. I'm meant to be on my knees for you. The vibrations of the hum make Patrick shove his cock deeper, and Pete's eyes roll back in his head as Patrick uses him like he wants him to.

Time slows down. The world narrows to the weight of Patrick's cock on his tongue and Patrick's hands in his hair and Patrick's low voice murmuring unintelligible things and PatrickPatrickPatrick. It's fucking glorious. 

All too soon, Patrick's pulling out of his mouth and coating his face in cum. “Fuck yeah. So fucking good for me,” he growls, and Pete moans in response.

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might finish it. if i get the nerve. ok bye!

YOUVE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT BEFORE???? ANONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN THIS IS SO GOOD AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT FINISHED!!! i would also promo it on here if you want!!! this is rly rly good!!!!

waaaa patrick calling him sweetheart too…..brain exploding. i love this fr pls pls finish it (if u wanna)

[pussyluvr2000]

How long can I keep painting in this basement b4 my head 🤯 explodes

[brittbrattbeauty]

I need to vent!!

So I’m 7 months pregnant..

And depression is starting to settle in heavy

And I wanna talk to my “friends” about it

But I also feel like who really gives af and who wants to hear about some sad depressing story ppl have their own lives to worry about nobody wanna stop to hear me ramble..

But like also I need these thoughts to get out my head b4 I explode

I want a therapist but I’m scared that ima sound crazy and put myself n jeopardy of losing my kids

Cus I already have 2 sons

I love them dearly and can’t do for them how I desire and it’s literally tearing my soul apart smh

But also I shouldn’t of had kids and this is my fault they gotta b w/ a mother who sucks

I have failed them and struggling bein a single mother is the hardest thing and I’m doin everything n my power to make sure they r good but I’m not progressing n any kind of way

Now I’m pregnant and can’t work

I’m poor and living under poverty @ this point

W/ no help no village

Jus me suffering

But again it’s my fault

Jus bein stupid and dumb and this world shows no remorse or care

And I get that cus it ain’t have to b that way

I know ain’t nobody gunna come save us or rescue us

I jus pray when my kids r adults they don’t allow their life to end up like mines

I want them to thrive n this life

Have a beautiful place to stay w/ their dream car workin their dream job w/ their dream partner creating their dream family

I don’t want them to want for nothing if they can help it

I love them more than anything and I’m jus so sorry to them that I have failed them

Mommy is trying..

But me trying was never good enough 😔

[borrelia]

hi heres pt 3 of my casual fleet fic. this is the last part b4 merger au stuff :) heres the other two parts

Remembering a self.

          The old woman let out a hoarse yell as she stumbled backwards, falling into her friend’s steadying hands.  The psychic connection snapped like a rubber band the moment Pyjamas’ finger tips left Super’s forehead, but the echoes of his power still buzzed around in her skull just as they thrummed through his bones. 

          The little hedgehog slowly stood from where he had knelt, his head swimming with biting screams and bloody glares, with hate, hate, hate.  Energy, frantic fear, rage, all-consuming flame and electricity.  He was dimly aware of Pyjamas’ cries beside him, of miss Ebony’s frantic hushed assurances.  But the roar of blood in his ears and the dizzying wave of memories held him in place.  He looked down at himself.

He was fire.  He was screaming hell.

          Super flexed his fingers, no different now than they had been for the last desperate, disorienting month of his life.  He didn’t see afterimages of his hands as he moved them, didn’t feel burning crackles of energy between his quills.  It was just his hands in scuffed cotton gloves.

          He was the wind and the thunder, and… and…

          There was something hot and bright in his chest, burning and twisting and leaping to be unleashed.  He clutched at his chest to feel it through his fur. 

          “I-“ he choked, “I remember… everything.”

          He’d been searching for Sonic, hunting him.  He needed, wanted to kill him, to be rid of that of weak, afraid, pathetic blemish that claimed his body.  He’d made use of some gullible criminals to find his prey.  Had made a fun sport of tossing them around, of seeing Sonic on the ropes.  But Sonic had trapped him.  The Omniviewer, somehow, held him in a distorted, blurry stasis.  He’d been dimly aware of flickering movement outside—outside with that wretched pathetic nuisance, outside where he should be standing victorious in a crater of blood and bone and meat and blood and blood and—.

          Super grabbed his head, stumbling.  Getting out had taken all of his strength, all of his power.  It had… it had ruined him somehow.  Made him this… this weak, afraid, pathetic thing. 

          He could still feel his power crackling through his bones.  It was there, vibrant and hissing and wicked.  But… but he was—.

          A hand pushed his shoulder and whirled him around to face the black cat, Ebony.  “What is going on?” she asked, her grip digging into his arm. “Just who are you?”

          He…he was fire.  He was hell and wind and, and—.

          Super opened his mouth to speak as the wall next to him exploded.  The grip on his arm yanked him backwards and disappeared as pulverized sheetrock stung and scraped his skin.  A gravelly laugh broke through the cloud of plaster.  “There you are, Super Sonic.  I’ve found you.” 

          Thick armored hands pulled away at the remaining wall, revealing the twisted grimace of one of Sidewinder’s oafish goons. 

          “Biohazard,” Super hissed, the name springing instantly to his tongue.  “What has Sidewinder sent you for, just to cause trouble?”  He could barely see past Biohazard’s hulking form, but he caught glimpses of the demolished café behind him.  He winced at the sight.

          “Hah!” Biohazard shoved his armored body through the wall.  “Look boy, I’m here for you.  Sidewinder’s gonna drain that power of yours and absorb it himself!”  He gave Super a wicked smile from behind his metal jaw-cover.  “He’s going to turn himself into a god.  Said all that power’s a waste on you.”

          Super tensed, feeling the heat swirling inside him.  Electricity tingled at his fingertips.  He could throw this beast across the room in an instant.  He could tear him apart, he could cave the ceiling in around them with a look. 

          There was a soft rustling behind him, then another firm hand on his shoulder. 

“Wait a minute! You’re the Super Sonic?”

He glanced back towards miss Ebony.  The current pulsing through his body stuttered.

Ebony stared at him in confusion and horror.  “You’re that-that evil demon with enough power to destroy the planet?”

Not twenty minutes ago, this lady had insisted on giving him free food and drink.  She’d pulled out a chair for him and listened with rapt attention as he recounted his experience wandering the city.  She’d defended him to her friend, insisted he wasn’t a danger… His stomach twisted.  Was he that evil demon?

He was fire.  He was lightning.  He was hungry.  He was thunder and wind and his hands were shaking.  

“I-I’m afraid so,” he said, looking away.

           He could level the whole city block if he wanted.  He could leave Biohazard a smoldering crater and jet straight to Sonic.  Find him, burn him, slam him into the ground, rip him apart, tear… He clenched his fists tight enough to feel his claws digging through his gloves.  The thoughts made blood roar through his ears, his heart pound in his chest.  The stinging ball of energy inside him flared and sparked up into his skin.  But he felt sick.  He could do that… but the idea of it, the images in his head, imagined and real...  He felt cold.

          He was welcome to have his memories again.  Happy, maybe, to know who he really was.  But to know he really was a monster, a killer, to know that none of the things he thought he should know mattered… He had no address, no family, no favorite foods, no friends, nothing but destruction and violence to his name. 

He opened his mouth to speak, just as the breath was crushed out of him by Biohazard’s massive hand.  “An’ now I’ve got ya!” he growled, lifting Super’s entire body in his mechanical grip.

Super struggled in place, tucking his feet up between his body and Biohazard’s fingers to pry himself away.  The oaf laughed and shook Super in his hand like a rattle, knocking the boy’s head and making his foot slip out of place.

“We’re goin’ straight back to the boss, you and I,” he rumbled, awkwardly trying to fit himself back through the hole in the wall.

Super’s power sparked inside him again, wicked and angry.  But—.  His gaze flicked to the two women huddled together against the wall, miss Ebony supporting her friend as she struggled to stand.

Pyjamas must have seen his look because her mouth set and she pushed herself up. “You can stop him, Super Sonic.  When I unlocked your memories, your power was unlocked too.  I could feel it!"  She waved angrily at Biohazard.  “Don’t just let this hunk of junk do as he pleases!”

“You don’t understand,” he said, frowning.  “My power will just compel me to destroy.  Everything.”  This nice café, these nice people, the parks and the street vendors and the helpful strangers he’d met.  Madge. “I’m not—I’m never using that awful power again!”

Biohazard growled.  “Enough yakking!” His grip shifted, grabbing Super’s shoulder with his other hand, twisting him in place.  The massive armored fingers were so thick, the addition of the second hand around the first actually loosened the hold on Super.  He squirmed to get a better angle. 

“I’m taking you back to Sidewinder and you’re gonna—hey!”

Bracing himself against the weaker joints of the massive fingers, Super kicked and twisted out of Biohazard’s grasp.  “Just because I won’t use my powers doesn’t mean I’m going to make this easy for you!” he crowed. 

A massive hand swiped at him, but Super ducked and twisted away as Biohazard roared in frustration.  He hopped out of reach, back against the wall, and scanned for a way out.  The power spitting and fizzling in his body may be horrible, but he’d be damned if he’d let some power-hungry maniac take it!

There—an opening behind his heels, just big enough for him to get through and—. 

A haze of blue light, a snap and flash, and Biohazard had disappeared.  Huh?  “What happened?” he asked, turning to the two women. 

Ebony threw up her arms in surrender.  “Don’t look at me, I didn’t touch him!”

Super shuffled over to the empty space where Biohazard had stood, his greasy stench still hanging in the air.  He waved a hand through the space and looked back over his shoulder. 

Ebony strode forward with her hands on her hips, her mouth twisted in thought.  “Hm.  Teleportation, looks like.”  Without lingering any longer, she walked confidently through the crumbling hole in the wall back into the overturned café. 

“Would you look at the state of this place?” she asked, arms open wide.  “Man, he really did a number on the tiling.  Think insurance will cover all this?”  She turned to look back at Pyjamas, who had opted to walk back into the café through the door.  Super followed behind her tentatively. 

The shattered tables and overturned chairs… the noxious oil and smog staining the ceiling, the broken cups and torn light fixtures, the singed and smashed walls, the front door hanging off its hinges… This was all his fault.  Not as bad as he could have made things, maybe, but these people didn’t deserve any of this. 

He opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off by Pyjamas’ sudden grip on his shoulders.  “I owe you and apology,” she said.

“Y-you?”

She nodded.  “I sensed that evil energy in you from the moment you walked in.  But you didn’t use it.”  Her short locs shifted over her furrowed brow.  “I misjudged you.  But I want to know, why?”

He glanced over at Ebony, who had immediately busied herself with picking her way through the rubble and righting tables.  The table where the three had sat earlier—when he’d wandered in asking for work to pay his cab fare—was overturned and oozing chemical filth, but otherwise fine.  Half an hour ago he’d thought he was a normal person, lost and confused maybe, but normal.  It felt so long ago, somehow.  He wasn’t normal.  He was the most powerful monster on the planet.

He deflated.  Not much “super” about that.  “That power is evil,” he said, scratching at the fading heat of rage and fear in his chest.  “I can’t use it or the—I—my demon—,” he tapped his chest, “will be released again.  I can’t risk it, no matter what danger I’m in.” 

Saying it aloud made the realization sink in.  It was scary.  It was frustrating.  But—he thought of Madge, he thought of the beast that chased him through his nightmares, he thought of it chasing her, of him chasing… It was the right thing to do. 

The sensation of his power was settling now that it wasn’t new, now that they were out of the heat of the moment.  But it lingered.  He swallowed.  “I have to keep it under control.  For everyone’s sakes.  But maybe—maybe it would be for the best if I just turned myself in.  That way—.”

“No!” 

The urgency in her voice made him jump.

“Are you loony? You can’t turn yourself in, they’d lock you up!” Pyjamas shook her head.  “You aren’t going anywhere, kiddo.”

Miss Ebony swept across the floor, a chipped mug in hand.  She hummed.  “You said you came here for a job, right? Still want it?”

Super’s brain felt fried.  She looked completely unbothered by the destruction around her, by the revelation of who—what he was.  She gave him a friendly smile and he stumbled over an objection, “Well yes, but—!”

“Then grab a broom!” she laughed. 

It felt wrong to.  He should leave, should be taken somewhere far away from these nice people.  But… After a few hours of work, salvaging furniture with clean breaks, mopping the chemical spills, sweeping up shattered ceramic and plaster, the ladies led him upstairs to their flat and they sat down for a meal.  Ebony (“None of that ‘miss’ crap, please, I’m not that special!”) made space for them at the cramped breakfast table and Pyjamas reheated some leftover tikka masala for the group.  They chatted while they ate, the ladies giving more in-depth introductions, telling him a bit about their lives, joking about previous times the café had been trashed, about their run-ins with Robotnik…

They asked him a bit about how he’d ended up wandering the city.  He told them in short words about burning out his powers, about Madge, about leaving.  At one point Ebony looked like she had more to say, but Pyjamas changed the subject before she could.  He wasn’t sure if that was on purpose, but he was grateful.

He tried to say goodbye after that, leave for the night and promise to come back tomorrow, but of course things weren’t so easy.  The two insisted he wasn’t going anywhere and immediately fixed him up a space.  One desk moved, one table unfolded, and one mattress inflated later and he’d been given a makeshift room.  Not nearly as cozy as the guest room at Madge’s place, but these two didn’t seem to have much room to give.  He was grateful.  But, he reminded himself, he really couldn’t stay, could he?

Why…why not?

His lip twisted under his teeth as he thought, laying in bed that night.  He knew who he was now.  Or, he knew who he used to be.  That meant he could stay if he wanted; he had nowhere else he had to be.  Did he want to stay?

The chaos energy in his veins hummed gently, warm and pleasant.  He had to focus to feel it now, but it was still there.  The monsters that had stalked him in the night were still there, too.  But they didn’t cling to the shadows and scale the walls; they nestled deep in that warmth, rumbling and hungry.  That was him… his demon, his power, his anger.  It wanted to rip and kill and—he stopped the thought.  He wouldn’t think about it.  He wouldn’t think about it because that wasn’t what he wanted.  Or, this new part of him.

He ran a hand through his quills.  He wished he’d gotten a nice bath here like he had at Madge’s place.  But his fur was still soft and smooth between his quills, much more like Sonic’s than his own.  He chewed on a gloved claw.  He wasn’t Sonic.  But he wasn’t himself—Super Sonic—either, was he?  At least, not the same self.  Not like he had been.  He was someone new.

He stared at the ceiling and repeated the thought to himself, wondering what kind of life this new person—him, himself, he—wanted.  His eyes drooped as he thought of homey cafes that exploded with hunters, hot coffee and chicken dinner, noxious gas and metal fists, friendly people with smiles and laughter and screams of terror.  Evils that grabbed him from the shadows, evils that reached out from inside him.  Parks, music, games.

Happy friendships ending in fire and wind and screaming hell.

[suntraitor]

You got me, curious about the inscryption x hadestown au, explode your ramblings and go insane sharing your thoughts GO GO GO

AWESOME OK OK OK. disclaimer like i saaid in the notes about that post idk if its even an interesting au or compelling story, we made it sleep deprived while someone was joking around with our p03 and leshy. its a dumb silly au and it makes no sense but its MY cringe baby 😤😤😤 so. its not a shipping au despite hadestown being . yk. but theere is some shipping for plot reasons.

Hades - Leshy (I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS. you can tell i put a lot of thought into his and P03's relationhip in this au) Persephone - P03 (the fucking themes. the fucking THEMES.) Hermes - Grimora / Magnificus, haven't decided yet, leaning more towards grimora but i really want all 4 scrybes included :[ Orpheus - Luke (i hate that tuber boy sometimes but god damn it he will carry my story :salute emoji:) Eurydice - Kaycee. duh. (note: kaycee and luke r not shipped together in this au, they just exist to cary the plot) the fates - one of the scrybes cohorts because i think itd be funny. probably leshy's just bc of the hades thing but i think it could work with another's.

ive rewritten this post like 8 times because i just ramble endlessly about my little cringe baby au (none of my aus are good its all serotonin factory here boss).

SO PLOTLINE. i only have a feew songs in my head but the jist i it takes place after the old_data situation and p03 is away from leshy for the spring and summer n thats where luke initially learns about kaycee and starts researching her death and junk. major plot points i have is luke playing against leshy and reluctantly being told more information about her death, and its revealed he has her death card. other plot points: p03 staying with leshy over the other half of the year and their Strained Marriage (tm).

this lyric is so them. they hate each other theyre deeply in love their marriage is failing but they stay together despite it all nd in the end they try again. i know i kissed you once before but i didnt do it right can i try again and again and again /lyric does tht explain it. theres so many themes

anyway. i dont have a lot of the plot fully fleshed out bc tbh it doesnt make sense and mking it work with both stories is taking me a minute. but i love all the dumb little plot points i have made.

ithe song how long is their dynamic FR FR FR FR.

im trying to figure out how to encorperate orpheus going to the underworld nd trying to leave with eurydice into the au but like i might need to tweek the plot a bit bc its alreaady not 1.1 wwith hadestown story but still. the reasaon p03 and leshy are more fleshed out is bc this whole au started with me comparing our leshy and p03 to hades and persephone X] im just a humble kaycee fictive i lov my blorbos my oingy boingys.... :] the characters ever. but like i gen dont like tht luke and kaycee r the only decent options for orpheus nd eurydice bc i dont want to make them romantic!!!!! i hate the tuber guy but also their dynamic could be so silly. my aromantic ass making the iconic greek myth couple PLATONIC FRIENDS. happy ending the boy doesnt get the girl X]

more lyrics with THEMES.

like do u get my image here. grips ur shoulders. do you see them.

i cant screenshot all the lyrics but GOD. any way the wind blows is kaycees song FR FR FR.... her main character moment. right b4 she dies X]

some feverish shouting from me at like 5am last night

the au makes no sense but tht is ok... its my cringe bby and it makes me happy. thank u anon for asking me about it i loved being able to explode ill rb this with more info later