#idk if this is really “implied nsfw” by the way but as per one of my previous reblogs biting is basically sex so can you really blame me??

[otomehonyaku]

otomehonyaku writes ☽ it's possession that will set me free (Ruki/Yui)

Ruki/Yui scenario with some yandere tendencies, bite play & semi-spicy aftercare. Full text under the cut. Implied NSFW.

I blindly patted the bed sheets around me when I came to. My eyes squeezed shut to block out the light—it must still be very early in the morning if the sun blinded me like this—but I could feel that I was alone this time. 

Flashes of last night flooded my mind. Ruki had never been this rough with me before.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Yesterday, Ayato had confidently positioned himself as a competitor when he pulled me aside after class to ‘introduce’ himself. It was fortunate that Ruki had been close by and sensed the danger immediately–the realisation that other, less cordial vampires were coming for me had kicked my adrenaline into full gear, after all–but my relief soon turned into dread when Ruki took me home.

The situation had clearly struck a nerve and ignited a fierce possessiveness in him that I had never seen before. Ruki had dragged me into his bedroom and unceremoniously ripped the uniform from my body until I was left in my underwear. I had simply stood there with my back pressed up against the door, holding my breath, my mind hazy in a flurry of both fear and anticipation. Ruki had towered over me, eyes ablaze with frustration and hunger as he growled at me to hold still. 

I had tried to reassure Ruki that I wanted nothing to do with Ayato. That he hadn’t hurt me, and that I would never let him hurt me, either. I grasped the collar of Ruki’s shirt in an effort to get through to him, but I was imprisoned in his arms. I don’t think he even heard me. 

His body was suddenly flush with mine, his face buried in the crook of my neck. His lips ghosted over the delicate skin of my collarbone. He inhaled deeply. Savoured my scent. A final attempt to ground himself. 

“You are my Eve. Mine alone.” His whisper had been quick and frenzied, his composure gone. “I’ll carve it deep into your body so you will never forget.”

No matter how hard I bit down on my lip, I couldn’t keep myself from screaming Ruki’s name every time his fangs penetrated me, piercing veins and scraping bone. The others undoubtedly heard me. Lavender bruises in the shape of his fingertips had come to flower all over my body since then–my wrists, my waist, even my thighs–where Ruki had held me down firmly while he overrode any possible traces of the other vampire.

It always took considerable effort to keep myself together when I let him feed on me. I had come to manage it over the past weeks. Indulge in it, even. That night, however, his frantic bites and touches had made my composure crumble in the blink of an eye. Every whisper of my name left me reeling. My cheeks were soon wet with tears. The bizarre concoction of agony and ecstasy overwhelmed me. Intoxicated me.

Ruki was devouring me whole, and I let myself succumb to his greediness completely.

“Yui. Look at me.” 

Ruki’s breathing was ragged. He grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to meet his gaze when my eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head. His other hand erratically roamed my skin, as if I could disappear at any moment. My whimpers spurred him on even more.

It was getting difficult to focus, but I managed a pleading look at him. “Ruki…”

The taste of iron flooded my mouth when his lips collided with mine.

Ruki’s desperate desire to monopolise me hadn’t worn off until my head began lolling off the side of the bed. I drifted in and out of consciousness. From that point, I only vaguely remembered him carrying me down the hall and into the bathroom. 

At least I hadn’t been completely naked. Ruki had draped his bloodied shirt over my shoulders as a courtesy, but it did very little to keep the chill of his bare skin away as I lay defeated in his arms.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

In a wave of sleep-induced, blind panic, I instinctively reached for my bra with one hand and the other down under the bedsheets to my panties. They both felt slightly damp to the touch. I relaxed a little. Right. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The remaining blood in my body had crowded in my cheeks when Ruki coaxed me under a hot shower to clean up, all with a surprising amount of patience and care. 

He had agreed to leave my underwear on. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his own slacks, for that matter. My memory was spotty, but I was sure Ruki would make me remember every millisecond of it if he had. It was already torture enough to have to clutch onto his bare upper body to keep myself from falling over.

Losing consciousness had turned out to be the least of my problems. I winced at the pain of the warm water flowing over the fresh wounds on my skin, but arguably much worse was having to endure the full extent of the healing properties of Ruki’s saliva. I appreciated the gesture, of course. The punctures, especially this deep, would take weeks to heal otherwise. However, whereas Ruki’s feeding mostly incapacitated me–it made it hard to form a coherent thought at all, really–it was unbearable to be wholly conscious of his mouth in such intimate places.

Ruki expertly ran his tongue over the wet skin of my neck to close up the punctures, occasionally sucking without drawing blood just for the sake of it. By the time he had knelt between my legs to heal the one bite mark on my inner thigh, I was completely out of my mind. The steam clouding the shower cabin seemed to be coming out of my ears. My hands were braced on his broad shoulders, and I nervously looked down at him. 

Streaks of his dripping inky black hair fell in front of his eyes as our gazes met. I shivered involuntarily when the light caught the tips of his sharp teeth, making them stand out. Those teeth had been in me. Ruki held my gaze, his face slowly leaning in to nudge my thighs apart…

For a fraction of a second, I recalled him forcefully parting my legs as I lay bleeding and writhing underneath him on the bed. He’d taken a brief moment to savour the sight of me, his expression dark with desire, before making me cry out when he greedily drew blood from the innermost part of my thigh.

Embarrassment had gotten the better of me in the cramped space of the shower. I swatted him away before I could stop myself.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered.

Ruki had stood back up with a low chuckle. The devious twinkle in his eyes suggested that he enjoyed my reaction.

“If you insist,” was his only reply.

With heavy-lidded eyes but no less interest, I had watched the lean muscles of Ruki’s back shift under his skin as he washed his hair. To say that his feeding had always been an intimate experience was an understatement—sharing the very thing that keeps you alive does that to you, I suppose—but this had actually been the first time I’d seen so much of his body. Ruki casually showed me the lacerations on his back, the sole reminder of his human past. It had been humbling. The bite marks he gave me would always fade away with time, but even in death he was quite literally branded for life. Merciless as he could be, he had once been a human boy with hopes and dreams for the future.

At the same time, the plain carnal desire for the vampire—the man—before me had hit me like a battering ram. Anyone could see at a glance that he was beautiful, unusually so. He was equally apt at using his handsome features and gallant façade to effortlessly lure people in like moths to a flame. Upon a closer look, then, the inhuman poise with which he carried himself was nothing short of predatory. A chill ran down my spine when I realised how much he must have held himself back before I knew about his true nature. Now that no holds were barred, Ruki both relished his bloodlust and yet had the unnerving restraint to kiss me like I was as fragile as a porcelain doll. Perhaps the precarious balance between the two was what drew me so much to him. 

While my eyes followed the V-shaped line of muscle in his lower back until it dipped below the waistband of his slacks, which were drenched to the skin, any lingering resolve to run away faded in an instant. Instead, I had come to entertain the thought of Ruki taking me to bed and claiming the last part of me that I hadn’t surrendered to him yet.

I wanted him to ruin me.

Ruki turned around, and so my gaze had been promptly and undeniably trained on the front of his slacks. The soaked fabric left little to the imagination.

“You really are an indecent woman, Yui.”

I inhaled sharply and looked away so fast my head spun. 

“Try not to stare so much,” he said, sounding unfazed. “Unless you’re hellbent on fainting, your heart rate is much too fast for an anaemic.”

Ruki silently grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. 

I stayed behind in the cabin for another while, trying desperately to regain my composure, but I had to cover my burning face with my hands when I caught the wet sound of his slacks falling to the bathroom floor.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Now wide awake, I rolled onto my stomach and groaned into my pillow. I was glad to know that at least some of my modesty had been preserved. But then again, the throbbing pain up my leg reminded me that I’d lost most of it already.

[the-s1lly-corner]

ATTENTION CREEPYPASTA FANS

hiiiiii i kinda wanna write some hcs/self insert stuff but im kinda stumped on who and what to write; especially since its been a while since ive written for these characters (a while = about a month?? give or take)

so! i'll be opening requests for creepypasta characters, a 'short' run down of my rules below + characters i write for + some info regarding how i write certain characters that may or may not be important

i apologize for any typos and mistakes for this post, im back to writing on my silly computer!! formatting may be a little whack as well, but that parts more so because idk how i wanna structure these side posts

it should be said right now that the way i write these characters leans very heavy on my own personal interpretation/au rather than ideas that the bulk of the fandom has (although, to be fair, i havent interacted much with the current state of the fandom, im kinda stuck in 2016 </3) so personalities or worldbuilding/common ideas may be different or totally absent in my writing

will not write;

this blog does not allow explicit nsfw material, at most there will be suggestive jokes or themes but it will likely never ever be the main theme of the post!

basic nono criteria, no gross stuff

personally i dont like writing prompts surrounded by cheating so most likely i wont write it

anything overly graphic (gorey), yes i understand that this is creepypasta but there are some things that i just simply wont write; however implied/minor gore is allowed to an extent

really asides from that im mostly chill with anything, but on the off chance you send in something that makes me uncomfy/a request i feel i cant fulfill, i will do my best to communicate that

ohoh also! unfortunately i do not take oc requests :(! no hate to oc x canon, esp since im part of that community, but i just dont trust myself to be able to do justice or your oc TToTT

if i turn down a request it is nothing against you or your wants, please do not take it personally ^^;

will write;

fluff and angst, along with specific scenarios! im fine with most angst but as said above, if a prompt cannot be done i will communicate that!

the reader by default is GN/is not referred to with pronouns outside of like. they/you/your, the POV i write in is kinda inconsistent tbh ,, but i am comfy with writing for specific genders + trans readers, although i admit im not sure how much pronouns or gendered things will come into play unless gender is the main point of the request

im fine with poly! though ive yet to actually. write poly

i dont just write romantic hcs! im down with platonic/familial ones as well!

again im not at all picky with things, and once again, i will communicate if something cant be done

added thing since im not sure where else to put it! by default i write short hcs and scenarios, short fics being very rare on this acc since im not confident in my writing; so !! yeah!! there isnt a real limit to how many characters you can ask for per request but it should be noted that the more characters there are, the shorter each section will likely be

list of characters i will write for!

if a character has a * by their name there will be added notes on how i write for them/special rules stated after the list

Slenderman

Trenderman

Splendorman

Masky/Tim*

Hoodie/Brian*

Laughing Jack

Eyeless Jack

Ticci Toby**

Jeff*

Jane*

Ben*

Nina*

Puppeteer*

Bloody Painter*

Zalgo*(?)

added character notes:

for characters that are minors in their source (jeff, jane, ben, and toby and nina) i will not be writing any romantic hcs; thats just a personal boundary of mine and while i dont think its particually gross or problematic depending on context, its not something i myself feel comfortable writing for! however i am more than willing to write platonic or family hcs for the characters stated above!

onto the proxies! im still figuring out how i wanna write them but i wanted to blend together the creepypasta take and the og marble hornets version into something new (mostly for my au) however due to my brain forgetting most the stuff that happens in MH (i gotta rewatch it, bad) it more so leans into the creepypasta take of these characters! i also by default write tim and masky as different characters, and the same for brian !!

main reason for puppeteer and bloody painter having the star is because im not too well versed in their lore but im willing to write them! though i am struggling to find a consistent source on helens age so ill be going off the fandom wiki (with a grain of salt) that hes in his 20s-

zalgo is a weird case because in my au he does indeed exist but also isnt?? okay so hes more so this untouchable being/mostly nontangible; like the dude is more so like a sentient force of nature bordering on something incomprehensible rather than being a person; more of a concept if anything... but because i want a challenge, and because i need to flesh him out in general im making him an available character!

but yeah i think thats mostly it! this post ended up being longer than i intended but i fully blame that on me being totally incapable of shortening things down 😭😭

[lambtail-tales]

All you have to do is stay

Hajun Yeon x fem!reader (Paradox Live)

Word count: 2035

Paragraphs: 17

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First time posting literally anything of mine ever anywhere aaaaaaaaa idk I wrote this bc I have really fucking terrible brainrot and also I just want Hajun to be soft and stuff. Heads up for implied NSFW I guess? I don't have a beta reader or anything so I did try to edit and do my best despite that! I hope you like it! I didn't mean for it to get this long;;;

I had fun, at least!

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The sun had only barely peeked over the horizon; the sounds of the city coming alive in the morning could be heard outside, and the room was dim with the scarce light of dawn.

This room was not your own, the rumpled shirt that hung loosely from your frame was two sizes too big. The person next to you was quiet. Peaceful. You sat up and blinked sleep away from your eyes. Carefully, you moved to stand up, peeling the blankets away from your lap, making sure that the boy next to you was left undisturbed. Carefully, you tip-toed across the cold floor, opening the door and slipping out. Surely by now, no one else in the house was awake. Most of them kept odd schedules, you had been told, so you were confident that no one would catch you traipsing the halls in the giant shirt you had borrowed. Given the fact you hadn’t bothered to find your skirt, you sure hoped you were right.

Upon making it to the restroom, you closed the door quietly, and turned the sink faucet on to a gentle stream of cold water. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t really see much of a difference. Your face was the same, your hair, though somewhat tousled with a few flyaways here and there, was the same as ever. How you felt, though? You felt…well, definitely changed, though not in a bad way, per se, and that was to say nothing of the dull ache you felt in your body. It was almost like you felt whole, though you hadn’t thought of yourself as less than whole before; it was a strange feeling, to be sure. You began trying to straighten your hair by raking your fingers through it while wondering if maybe this fluttering in your stomach, the buzzing in your chest, or the lightness in your head was allowed. As you leaned over towards the mirror over the sink, you could see your shoulders under the shirt as it fell away, just slightly. Bruises—little ones—running up your neck to your jaw, reminded you of the hands that had held you so carefully the night before. It brought an intense heat to your face as your own name rang in your ears, spoken by the boy in the next room; low, quiet, full of need—like a song. You remembered his lips, soft against your skin, sweet on your own lips, and every single time they left one of the marks on your skin.

This had to cross several lines. Of all people, how and why was it Hajun Yeon? And what’s worse, you felt the strongest desire to keep walking that line. With a new burst of nerves, you splashed yourself in the face with icy water, hoping the feverish warmth in your cheeks would go away, and the play-by-play of your night would stop, though you were alone, and these were but memories playing on the backs of your eyelids, it somehow left you embarrassed—it felt shameful to remember his touch, featherlight, across your waist, carefully picking your shirt up at the hem and helping it away from your body. His breath, hot across your collarbone; It was probably indecent of you, even more so that you wanted to feel everything all over again. You might go so far as to say there was little you wouldn’t do to have his hands on you once more.

This, you were sure, was a sign of something ardent, yet pure still, making its home in your heart, and it was both thrilling and absolutely terrifying. You recalled the look he gave you when you had sat up to begin looking for your discarded clothes on his floor. It was pleading; full of apprehension. He spoke in a whisper through the dark of the room. “It’s late,” he had said, and you thought maybe you felt his body shift a little, as if he was reaching out for you. “You can stay here.” There was a vulnerability that gripped you in that moment—something candid in his request. You had agreed; you could just go home in the morning, you had told yourself, and that was when Hajun handed you his shirt. You looked over yourself in the mirror again, and found yourself grasping a fistful of fabric. He had said so little, but something in his words made them feel like so much.

Looking back to the door, you contemplated your options. You could give in to your fear that screamed you were desperate and naïve—gather your things and make a run for the door and make excuses for yourself later, or you could let your desire and curiosity win out, and crawl right back into the bed down the hall. Maybe you belonged there, maybe you were reading too much into it. You shut the water off and stared at your reflection again. Surely, this wasn’t just a mistake, or a whim—you believed you knew Hajun better than that. Or did you? He was so hard to read sometimes. Either way, you figured maybe you should find out. It wasn’t like there was really any going back at this point, and you really did believe he was the person you thought he was.

You sighed softly to yourself, though it felt like it echoed around you in the tiny room, in this quiet apartment. You made sure to pat the dripping water from your face before you turned back towards the door and opened it, poking your head out and looking around. There was no rustle of clothes, no shuffle of feet, nothing. Quickly and silently, like a ghost, you darted back down the hallway and into the room. Hajun was there still, settled and asleep. He hadn’t even moved. Laughing through your nose, you slid back through the doorway, closing it as quietly as you could so that it made no noise behind you, and carefully, you pulled the blankets back once more, just enough to get back beneath them, and first, you sat there on the edge of the bed, and there was warmth, not only from the man beside you, but from your chest, blooming rapidly at the sight of his delicate features; he looked so different when he was asleep—softer, unguarded. You leaned forward, mind completely occupied by what you could only describe as something immensely lovely. You knew what you wanted, and to you, it just had to be the right choice. He had to be the right choice. You had spent a lot of time with him now—you knew he was kind deep down, and there was something there, behind his eyes, and it had drawn you in so long ago, and it amounted to everything that led up to this very moment. Nothing you had done was a mistake, you assured yourself. You leaned over and, softly, you pressed a careful kiss to his cheek. mindful not to let your hair fall onto his face. Sitting back, you watched him for a few moments longer, and the rise and fall of his chest was still steady and slow. He hadn’t woken up, and that was fine by you. You wriggled back under the blankets, curling up besides him again, this time more sure of your own feelings. What you had been so afraid of only moments before, you couldn’t remember anymore.

Your mind raced with thoughts. Though this was the first night spent in the same bed, how many more could there be? Would you be able to keep count? What would he think seeing you still taking up half of his bed when he did wake up? You couldn’t say what time it was when you first woke up, or for how long you pondered these silly little girlish things, but eventually, you found yourself drifting again. You curled up tight, peeking over the fluffy comforter once more, smiling. You couldn’t wait to tell him so, so many things. Good morning, good night, I missed you…

“I love you, Hajun…” The sleepy sigh passed your lips, and you didn’t want to fight the exhaustion any longer. Sleep overtook you, just as the sun colored the sky bright with the morning.

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Only when you were surely asleep did Hajun sit up slowly, eyes studying the woman in his bed carefully. The truth was, though he would never admit it, though he had wanted this—wanted you—there was the terrifying thought in the back of his mind that you would be gone this morning and he would be alone again, not truly wanted. He knew you better than that, but some traumas were not so easy to will away, and maybe he might always be scared of being left behind forever, but at the very least, not so much today. He had woken up when you got out of the bed, and his heart pounded, hard. His blood felt like it was freezing over when he heard the soft rush of air as the door opened. He waited, silently, eyes still shut while your side of the bed began to grow colder, until he heard the click of the doorknob to his room again. He heard your little laugh as you circled the bed before sitting next to him, and felt the smile in your timid kiss after what he assumed was a moment of you observing him. Something about it felt incredible and perfect, and definitely alien to him. Perhaps it was just the feeling of being wanted? Though he thought it humorous that you hadn’t figured out that he had been awake this whole time; the way you took care not to disturb him as you got back in his bed (which was unexpectedly bold, at least of someone like you, he thought) was very much like you; soft, considerate. There was some time spent laying beside you, silent and unmoving. He couldn’t be sure what time it was. He figured maybe he could “wake up” now, hearing your breathing slow and feeling you sink deeper into the bed. You had fallen asleep again. He couldn’t really blame you, he thought to himself, grinning as he recalled you catching your breath, catching the smallest of moans on one or two of them. And then, those words that snapped him out of it, and felt like they stopped time around him, words that hit him harder than perhaps anything anyone could think to say to him. “I love you, Hajun…”

You said you loved him. He had heard it plenty of times before, sure. Between his fans, and Anne and Allen, it had been said before, but this was on a grander scale. It made his pulse quicken, and his stomach twist. He wanted to hear it again, though you probably believed he hadn’t even heard it the first time, and maybe you had only said it in a state of half-asleep delerium. Still though, he smiled to himself, thinking of ways to tease you into saying it again later, fully conscious and to his face. That would be fun.

Then, Hajun looked at the clock in his room. He would normally be getting up to go for his morning run by now, but maybe he could go just a little later. He was enjoying this time spent with you, simple as it may have been. Anne might tease him about it later—surely they had figured it out when they came back from the club that there was someone else here—but he could take it, probably. But, he supposed that was an issue for this afternoon; it wasn’t so late, but still, he would have to get going at some point. He sighed, deciding that he should just get up and get going now, because he still had to make breakfast for Anne and Allen, and now you, since you had decided to sleep in. He found it odd how he already hated to leave you, but just as you had come back to him, so would he. Besides, they would have time, he would make sure of that. Hajun leaned in close, and brushed a lock of hair away from your face, returning the kiss you had given him moments ago.

“사랑해.” he murmured, before his lips came to rest on your temple.

[ovwechoes]

Do you have any rules for making requests? Stuff like characters or subjects you will and won't write about or certain contexts you won't write certain characters in? How many characters can we ask about per request? Will we get less content if we ask for more characters? And what about nsfw stuff? Any particular leanings or restrictions for that? Feel free to mention any thing else. Sorry about the all questions. Just want to make sure before doing anything. Thanks and have a great day!

Rules & FAQ Thank you for the ask! I've been wanting to do a rules post to outline what I write for and what I don't, and other things so that there's no confusion with people. So I'll use this ask as my rules page for now, and edit as needed.

Subjects or Characters I do/don't write: I'm happy to write for any of the overwatch characters, but in a romantic way and with a human reader, I won't write for Winston, Wrecking Ball, or Orisa (since she's canonically like 5). With them, I'd only feel comfortable writing for them in a platonic/general sense, nothing romantic or sexual with human readers. I won't write Lena Oxton/Tracer with a male reader, or Soldier:76 with a female reader either in romantic or sexual contexts. Also, I specialise in writing female characters, but I'm honestly happy to write for any gender/sexuality, with any type of reader as long as it doesn't clash with the above info. I avoid writing anything involving proship, incest, domestic abuse, and paedophilia. It's something I will always avoid, and I'm not lean about this. I will write for deeper subjects like mental health, drug abuse, stalking (as long as it's not a one sided situation), that sort of thing and use themes/tw/cw sections where available. For example, I won't write yandere if it's one sided or just the reader/character doing it to the other. Whereas, I'm happy to write it as a ‘matched their freak’ sort of situation where they're both obsessive with each other. 

How Many Characters Per Request? I'm happy to write for about 6 characters in 1 headcanon request, or 2 ships in one headcanon request. It helps me keep track of what I'm writing for and doesn't mud the waters too much. However, with fanfic, one shot or drabble requests I'll only do one at a time. I'll separate the posts if there's requests for more than one in an ask, and link the post that's split from the ask in the response. If you want an organisation, like Talon or Overwatch, written for as a headcanon request, that's the only time I'm really flexible with the rules. I'm happy to write for polyamorous characters/ships as well, but in this instance the maximum ship amount for a request of any nature would be 4. 

Will there be less content the more characters in the request? I try and be fair, and evenly give each character in the request the same amount of consideration and headcanons. You'll always get at least 6 headcanons in each character's section, whether that's SFW or NSFW. Sometimes it'll be more or less depending on how much time or energy I have, but it would never be anything less than 4 headcanons. As for fanfiction, I try and write until I can't anymore for them or feel like it's a good place to stop. I'm still learning how to write some scenes and some aspects of things, since I've mostly written horror before fanfics, so there's somewhat might be shorter if you ask for a character that I'm not familiar with, hasn't got much lore, and I'm not the most experienced with writing. I try and be fair though, and I don't like to leave people with less content just because they asked for more characters.

NSFW: General rules With NSFW stuff, I'm happy to write for anything involving it as long as it doesn't clash with what I'm comfortable writing. I rarely will use words like cunt, member, etc. just simply bcs it makes me cringe when I'm reading them back, so I always tend to imply things when I write for NSFW. Maybe this will change, IDK. But the things I'm not comfortable writing with NSFW are anything involving Orisa, Wrecking Ball or Winston, paedophilia, assault or rape, incest or proship. I won't write for any underage characters as well in a sexual light. That's basically all my rules with that section.

Don't apologise about the questions I totally get it! I'm the same way and I've been wanting to properly outline these things for a while now, so I appreciate you asking thoroughly. Thank you again for the ask anon!

[mocha-wuv]

pinned post edit this better later

probably when i actually use this blog preferably.

main ship/focus: stevenocha ( steven strngled red x mocha )

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tagging is usually self-explanatory. specific ships are tagged as the ship name and also the characters separately, in case they arent always together.

( but the post will usually be implied ship so thatd usually be tagged anyways ) .

boundaries:

page is an open secret . my main is @synthetic-sonata

no nsfw. at most suggestive , usually jokes . posts considered suggestive will be tagged as such. and bc this blog mainly focuses on romantic and/or platonic ! although i do draw nsfw its like. for myself and i dont want to post it outside of my friendcircles - i am over 18

if you selfship with the same character ... idk??? its really dependant. its mostly if you dont interpret them well and just have the worst takes . the 'he would not fucking say that' pill . otherwise, i dont really care and will handshake you.

main character of this blog for now is mocha , because he's my current favorite oc and also ... kind of me? it's complicated - system stuff basically but hes one of the hosts of our system and also a fictive but not really but kind of ( ocs are hard to really figure out if its a 'chicken or an egg' situation - did the oc or alter come first typa thing ).

treat him as an oc, because in most selfship context, he is an oc. but im also called mocha as one of my main aliases and i am also mocha ! but theres seperation between oc mocha and alter/me mocha. think of it as a sona of sorts i suppose

fanart is accepted and appreciated, but obviously try not to make them unrecognizable if you do - its appreciated heavily though! fanwritings... also allowed but itd be really hard to write an oc that you dont own without seeing how i write them so thats more on the iffy side.

this blog much like any selfship or oc canon blog is self-indulgent as fuuuuuuccckk . this is mainly for self indulgent ships! something like dirkpink or ultdirkmagna, a popular long-running oc x canon i had, wasnt really for me per se? just the fun outcome of rp shenanigans. so i post freely about it on my main. stevenocha, for example, is way more self-indulgent and personal to me.

[coffeesuperhero]

leverage fic recs

So, I needed a better organizational system than my AO3 bookmarks (boy do I miss delicious!), so I’m just going to start a post for myself here and reblog it occasionally as I add to it. Most (all?) of these are OT3 fics, because I am who I am and I read what I read. If you want non-OT3 fic recs, I am not your person. Probably you have read these, but if you haven’t, what are you waiting for! 

Gen: 

01. The Fake Geek Boy Job, by shinealightonme.  It’s casefic at a fan convention and Eliot has to cosplay. In spandex. Go read it and enjoy yourself, already. 

Beautiful shippy fic (everyone is together/small moments/slice of life): 

01. The Three Rings Job, by HugeAlienPie.  Sophie POV. The OT3 at Nate and Sophie’s wedding, where Nate and Sophie are not aware that there is now an OT3. It’s soft. And so sweet you could serve it as dessert. And it has the best boat name for a Nate and Sophie boat in the world. 

02. hacker/hitter/thief/home, by AtlantisRises.  A collection of short OT3 fics that hit you just right in the feels, in the best way. 

03. Nothing’s Exactly What We Need, by BabylonsFall. The OT3, on vacation. 

Everybody is together and also there’s a con: 

01. Covenants, Conditions, & Restrictions, by page_runner.  We love a good long fic where the OT3 help an old lady and con an HOA, because HOA’s are the worst. This fic also gives me deeply hurt feelings about the team having to leave Portland, which I know in my heart is probably the Way of Things, but which I will never write myself because heartbreak. But this deals with that reality so beautifully, and it’s a good con, too. 

Getting together OT3:  01. just want you close, by biblionerd07.  Eliot-POV, post-rundown, man am I a sucker for Eliot-POV stories where Parker and Hardison just...love the hell out of him, and this is just a lovely, careful, sweet version of that. 

02. international small arms traffic blues, by ftmsteverogers.  Eliot POV, character study + get together fic. Makes you very sad for Eliot, and then happier for Eliot. And I’m a sucker for anytime someone has to call Sophie for advice. 

03. So Come On, Avalanche, by elysiumwaits.  It is Eliot POV snowed-in at a cabin OT3 getting together fic, so idk what more you need to know to read it. 

04. Rings a Bell, by venilia.  Eliot wakes up with amnesia and thinks he’s married to Hardison and also has a Parker, it’s silly and sweet. 

05. The Thunderous Roll of a Tropical Sea (the moonlit memory I can’t seem to lose), by phnelt. **content notes: canon-typical violence + Mature! grown and sexy content ahoy!** I have classified this as a “getting together” story, because ultimately that is what happens, but it’s probably more like “eliot getting his shit together, and now they’re all together,” which is my favorite flavor of OT3 getting together fic, anyway. It starts out a little sad, because gasp! They were together but they split up!! But it has a happy ending. It also has fake marrieds, my favorite trope of all time. Eliot feeding Hardison strawberries and playing with his fake husband on a beach while Parker watches? Please. 

06. Happy Meal, by @leiascully Listen, I admit that I am biased, because my wife wrote this for me, but it is this really hilarious flirting-over-the-comms-pre-OT3-sort-of-getting-together story, and I laughed, and it was great, so you should enjoy it, too. 

07. Oklahoma’s Next Top Model, by Hedgehog-O-Brien (Roshwen).  Hardison POV. This fic has the greatest tag of all time, which is: “Title not entirely accurate bc Eliot's clearly a bottom but who cares“ and I knew I was in good hands solely on that basis before I read a word of the fic. Tbh I put this in this “getting together” category because I feel like it’s heavily implied at the end that there’s a getting together situation happening, but like, that’s not why you read this fic. You read this fic for the ridiculously over the top OT3 photoshoot of your wildest dreams. You will laugh. You will be entertained. Enjoy!

08. Fifty Fake Dates, by calico_fiction. WIP, Hardison POV. nb: This hasn’t been updated in a minute but a) I too have WIPs that take a long-ass time between updates, if this updated in ten years I would still be excited to read it and b) the chapter that’s up is such a delight to me that I really think it’s worth a read even if this is all of this story the author wants to post. It’s a great Hardison POV with some delicious pining and fake Hardison/Eliot dating, which is my jam. 

09. For Real, by BurningTea. It’s hard to do an accidental marriage in this canon, but this fic did that! Hardison’s technical expertise goes a bit awry and everybody has to have....a talk. About feelings. 

Hurt/comfort: 

01. Dig Deep, by BurningTea.  Eliot has to dig his own grave and climb into it. It hurts a lot!!!! And then it’s comforting. So, exactly what it says on the tin. Good character observations and nicely written, hurts exactly right and comforts exactly right, too. 

Hot (nsfw, 18+, Mature, grown and sexy content for grown and sexy adults): 

01. Don’t Come Late, by @leiascully.  It’s just...the OT3, having really hot sex. That’s it, that’s the review. (The writing is delightful and there’s like, funny stuff in with the sexy stuff, which is real life and always nice to see, you know?) 

02. Take the Leap, by Penknife.  Hardison POV, first time OT3 threesome/verbal domination. The characterization in this is just **chef’s kiss** perfection. Funny, and hot. My favorite combo. 

03. The Post-Rundown Job, by DelektorskiChick.  Eliot POV, demi-Parker, mostly Eliot/Hardison but Parker’s participating in her own way. I’m a sucker for some good sexy post-injury care and this is right after Rundown, so it checks that box big time. 

04. In Sync, by monsoon_moon. Eliot POV, first time OT3some. 

Character studies: 

01. Dawning, by @darkfinch. Eliot POV, mind all the warnings.  This (read with its sequel, a WIP linked below) is probably one of my favorite Leverage pieces in existence? It is just the most beautiful, dark, horrible look at Eliot-works-for-Moreau you could hope for, except that also there’s a sequel called Reverberate, and that is also perfect and intense and really digs into what’s happening in Eliot’s mind and life during s3 after Nate drops the “we’re going after Moreau” bombshell. Both of these stories are painfully perfect and believable and real and I love them with my whole heart. The story structure and writing on both of those pieces is just excellent and the characterization is pitch perfect, and along with the stress and trauma you really get some just fantastic character moments. Idky you’re reading my review instead of the story tbh go read that, thanks!

02. Ten Prides in Portland, by @leiascully.  I put this as a character study because it is one? It’s about queer shit, and learning to be part of a community of queer people, and learning that you can be a mentor and a role model for other queer people even if you don’t have your own stuff figured out. I am extremely biased because this is my wife and I got to watch this story grow into existence every day, but I think it’s a really beautiful look at the queer community broadly, all the people who fit under the umbrella, and belonging. It’s sweet and funny and beautiful, and I really needed to feel like I was at Pride this year, and this helped. 

03. Different, by @leiascully. Hardison POV. Honestly this just made me want to go find baby Hardison and hug him for a really long time. 

04. The Twine and the Things We Bind, by @darkfinch.  WIP, H/C, big on the H. Parker and Hardison taking care of an extremely fractious, extremely injured Eliot Spencer is my jam.com forever and this is all of that with beautiful characterization and writing. Also some of the best action scenes I’ve read in a while. I do not write action At All and this does it SO WELL. 

05. A Kiss for Luck, by AlannaOfRoses.  Parker POV. A good look into Parker’s thoughts on luck during the Rundown Job/feelsy flashbacks. 

OC/Outsider POV: 

01. Let’s Go Steal a Protege, by @innytoes. WIP.  Gosh I adore this. It’s found family shenanigans from an outside-the-OT3 perspective. Jamie, the main POV OC (nonbinary rep!!), is a fucking delight of a human and their interactions with the super!married OT3 are all incredible. It is sweet and funny and sometimes sad but almost always in a happy tears kind of way, because it’s about finding a family. And there are so many genuine laugh-out-loud moments in this fic that I reread it a lot lately or think of it when I need something to lift my spirits. (There is a bit in chapter six with some thrift store purchases that I just absolutely lose my shit at every time.) I very badly want this story to just be canon tbh. Petition for that. 

AU’s

01. The Out of This World Job (Or, Per Furtum Ad Astra), by pathera.  It’s a job, but it’s IN SPACE. Parker, Hardison, & Eliot find a spaceship; shenanigans ensue. Beautifully in character, some poignant character moments, awesome writing, and just a really vivid world. 

02. Plastic Pearls, by BabylonsFall.  Kidfic! Various POV. Parker and Hardison move in across the hall from single-dad Eliot. I adore this, it is sweet and soft and everything you could hope for in a story where Eliot is raising a smol Molly.