#do NOT tag as inc///t!!!!!

[logosbot-tm]

I should learn to start reading the tags on the fics I'm about to read, bc a few times now I've started reading a fic, gotten jumspcared by something that has been tagged, and then noped out of it.

It's a bit funny, honestly.

#i just tend to filter out obvious tags that I dont wanna read #and then not even consider other things #(hell i forget that ppl write about inc**t which has lead to that jumpscaring me a few times) #i just check if the first ship is the ship i wanna read and then read the summary #sigh #i need to read tags #fanfic #ao3 #as much as I think it is important that other ppl read the tags properly and as much as i think you should always tag your fic properly #i do seem to have an ability for missing tags #or just straight up not reading them

[dizzyspice717]

Are you really a fanperson before you’re in at least one (1) fandom that has a dysfunctional family in it that sad gay bitches hyper focus on?

#it’s me #i’m bitches #honestly #I’d be mothertrucking shocked #if you only have one #I may declare you mystical on the spot #you also get to know the ‘no ince$t’ tag VERY well #we live in a society #do I tag fandoms I can think of? #not necessarily personal fandoms #but all the same #batfam #the umbrella academy #mha #naruto #dsmp #lotr #the hobbit #harry potter #did I mention dysfunctional #Fix-it fics are REQUIRED #for this fandom staple #shitpost #i think? #most of what comes out of my mouth is #it’s about the weird family tree #not to mention OHANA BITCH #does the Rick Riordan Fandom count? #the whole plot is technically just family drama set to 100 #rick riordan

[silverstonesainz-archive]

purple reminders

summary: carlos loves to mark what's his. word count: 3.7k warnings: SMUT – fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), spit, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum-play (i think?). cocky semi-possessive carlos. google translate spanish. this post is 18+. minors dni. note: reupload bc im pretty sure this fic didn't show up in the tags. dont worry. still the same filth, same smut.

taglist: @sluts-inc @sidcrosbyspuck @melancholyy-scorpio @coffeehurricanes @amsofftrack

*since this is a 18+ post, i will not be tagging you if your age isnt in your bio*

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

You’ve always liked house parties. Free booze, comfy couch, no bathroom line? That is something you could definitely get behind. 

Lando’s penthouse is swarming with people, red cups littered all throughout the home. It was very reminiscent of your college days. You weave your way through the sweaty bodies, smiling at familiar faces as you push to the kitchen in search of your best friend and a drink. It’s of no surprise to you that the curly haired brit is mid-chug, with a group of boys cheering him on. With a quick side glance, Lando lowers his cup and shoos the group to the side to make his way to you.

“You made it!” He wraps his free arm around your shoulder, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Didn’t think I’d show?” You ask, looking up at him as he takes another drink.

Lando shakes his head into his cup before lowering it, “Never doubted you for a second. Cmon, get a drink.”

You serve yourself a vodka pineapple mix, and then turn around to join the mass of men encouraging Max to chug his drink. Lando moves over to make room for you in the circle, laughing at Max’s failure to finish his drink. 

“Lads, you remember y/n?” Lando ruffles your hair and you swat his hand away. The boys smile and greet you with a quick hello, to which you return. “You would never have guessed this, but she is a champion at chugging alcohol.” 

“And that’s my cue to leave.” You nudge his side with your elbow before excusing yourself from the group. 

You mingle and socialize with familiar faces in the crowd, playing catch up and pretending you cared about the itty bitty details of the lives of people you speak to once in a blue moon. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you only came in hopes of catching the eye of a certain driver in red, and he has yet to make an appearance. 

The room was starting to feel stuffy. Too many drunk people and not enough windows cracked open. You excuse yourself from another dull conversation, making your way to the balcony. You nurse your drink, swishing it around the plastic cup as you enjoy the quiet wind and the blinking lights of the city below you. You hear the door open behind you and get a whiff of the musky cologne. You don’t need to turn to know who it is, and you can’t fight the smile that makes its way onto your face.

“What’re you doing out here?” 

You finally turn around, the air being knocked straight out of your lungs. He looked good, a black t-shirt adorning his torso to match his dark blue denim jeans. His hair is just starting to grow out and his stubble chisels his face out nicely. He looked like a god. 

“Too hot in there,” You mumble, raising your cup to take a sip. “You?”

“Was looking for you.” 

The air gets caught in your lungs as Carlos saunters over to you and backing you up against the rail. He brushes your hair away from your shoulder, head tilting to look at your neck. “Gone already?” He mumbles, fingers trailing down your chest to hook into the neckline of your shirt, eyes peering over to stare at your chest. There are purple marks scattered over your breasts. 

“Someone might see.” You stammer, eyes looking through the glass balcony doors and the swarm of people mingling.

“They’re all too drunk, don’t worry your pretty little head.” He mutters, licking his lips before looking up at you through his lashes. “I did a good job, no?”

You roll your eyes, downing the rest of your drink before setting the cup down by a plant. Carlos releases your shirt, leaning on the rail next to you as he looks down at the city. The silence is comfortable, just the lull of the conversation behind the closed doors and the busy street below. You watch people dance and laugh, far too drunk to notice the two people standing too comfortably next to each other.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, looking at you.

“Did you miss me?” You counter, raising your brow at him. He chuckles, pushing himself off the rail. 

“Did you think about me?” Carlos’s fingers are back on your skin, this time to push the hair the wind so lovingly placed on your face. “And don’t ask me the same question, because the answer is yes, I did. I do.” 

You smile, nodding. “Yeah, I did.”

Carlos slowly leans in, but you’re quick to move your head. “Someone might see.”

He scoffs, “Are you embarrassed of me?”

“No.” You raise a brow, “I just don’t need to explain… this to anyone. Especially Lando.”

The boy smirks, turning his head to scan the crowd before looking at you. “Scared of getting caught?”

Before you can speak, he grabs your wrist and drags you to the opposite end of the balcony. It’s dark, away from the glass doors and the view of all the guests. Carlos’s lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, fingers tangling in your hair to pull you even closer to him. You quickly melt into his hold, hands resting on his toned chest as you try to keep up with the heated kiss. Carlos’s free hand grips your ass tightly, and you hum against his lips. 

“If I didn’t know any better,” You mumble as he moves his lips along your jaw and down your neck, “I’d think you missed me.” 

He chuckles against your skin, shaking his head before licking a small stripe against your neck before sucking lightly. His fingers trail up your thighs, the tight pink dress riding up your thighs. You grab onto his wrists, stopping his movements. He pull away, looking at you quizzically. “What’s wrong mamita?”

“Carlos, we’re on a balcony.”

“And?”

“And?? And what if someone walks out here?”

“Are you afraid of getting caught?” He teases, posing the same question he asked you minutes before. You look up at him, showing him you were serious and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Would you rather I fuck you in a bathroom instead? Pass by all those people and risk one of them getting suspicious? Or wait until this party is over and I take you on my couch?”

Your cheeks heat up, and your eyes dart over to the balcony door as you contemplate your options. Your breath hitches in your throat at the feeling of his fingers pressed up against your clothed center, eyes wide as your eyes meet his own. 

“Something tells me you don’t want me to wait that long.” He hums, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. 

“Ah, screw it.” You mutter, pulling him close and crashing your lips on his own. You’re quick to undo his jeans, pulling them down low enough with his underwear for his cock to spring out. “Be quick.” 

He chuckles, nodding. His finger taps on your bottom lip. “Chupar.” 

You oblige, taking his index and middle finger into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, tongue swirling around his digits. He chuckles, nibbling on the skin of your shoulder before pulling his fingers out. He pushes the hem of your skirt up your thighs, moving your underwear aside. You feel his wet digits running through your folds, before pushing into you. 

You moan softly, profanities leaving your lips. His lips find your neck again, sucking harshly at the skin as his fingers pump in and out of you. He trails kisses along the length of your neck, sucking and biting and you’re sure that by the end of this you’d have new marks to replace the old ones he had given you before. 

He pulls his fingers out, turning your body around and pulling your hips out. Without warning, he pushes his cock into you. You moan loudly, and his hand quickly clasps over your mouth. He pulls you flush against his chest as he fucks you mercilessly. 

“So fucking good,” He whispers in your ear, “Nice and wet. All for me.”

Your hands reach out to grab onto the railing, attempting to steady yourself. His hand moves from your mouth, down to your pussy, fingers pressing against your clit. 

The balcony door opens, and you both freeze in your spot. Carlos moves his hand from your clit, turning your body and using you as a shield to hide himself from the guest joining you. He pushes all the way inside of you, and you fight the urge to moan. You feel your heart plummet into your stomach as Lando as your gaze meet’s Lando, who looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Hey,” He slurs, “Been looking for you. Carlos c’mon, I wanna introduce you to someone.” 

He waves his friend over in his direction, stumbling back into his apartment. He doesn’t close the door, simply leaning against it as he talks to someone inside as he waits for his friend to join him. You hear Carlos groan, feeling his supple lips pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Raincheck, mamita. I’m sorry.” He pulls out of you, and you whine softly at the emptiness. You turn and watch as he adjusts himself and his jeans, smiling apologetically. “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.” 

He walks off towards Lando, and you watch as Lando drags him into the house. You breathe a sigh of relief, head falling into your hands. You take a couple of minutes to compose yourself, using your front camera to look at yourself. There are already small bruises forming on your neck, one on your collarbone. It’s too small to be covered by your hair, and you make a mental note to scold the Spaniard later. When your hair is covering most of the hickies, you rejoin the party. You grab yourself another drink, spotting Carlos talking to a girl with Lando smiling smugly between them. 

A pang of jealousy runs through you. Something about the way he smiles at her and the laugh she lets out makes you sick. You turn away, deciding to immerse yourself into the crowd.

“Y/n!” 

You turn and see Daniel, and you grin. “Danny!”

He hugs you tightly, “Long time no see. Miss seeing your face in the garage.” 

The two of you catch up, the conversation flowing easily with more drinks in between. Time flies as you both delve into the details of your separate lives, ones that you both have missed in the time spent apart. You don’t notice the way Carlos watches you, eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. 

“Whatcha got on your chest?” Dan asks, squinting his eyes and rubbing his collarbone to show you where he is referring to.

Your eyes grow wide, rubbing the red spot. “Ah, allergy rash I think.”

Dan nods, looking around and smirking into his beer bottle. “You know, Carlos has been looking at us this entire time. And if looks could kill… I’d be dead. Overkill.” 

You go against your better judgement, turning in the direction of the Spaniard who stares directly at you. You turn away, cheeks tinging red. “Yeah. Weird.”

Daniel chuckles, “C’mon doll. You owe me one dance before he eventually murders me.” 

You giggle, taking his outstretched hand and following him to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. The hiphop beats blare through the speaker, and you move your hips to the beat. Daniel dances along, one hand holding yours to keep you close. Maybe the alcohol was hitting a little harder than you’d like to admit, and that for the briefest of moments the feeling of Daniel’s hand around your own feels a little nicer than you thought. 

“Mind if I steal her?” 

You turn your head to find Carlos looking right past you, and towards the Australian driver. You don’t comprehend Daniel dropping your hand and his response, or the way Carlos nods to exchange a couple more words with him before he finally looks down to you. A shiver runs down your spine as his brown eyes bore into yours. 

“Let’s go.” 

He walks off, and you follow him like a lost puppy. You weave your way through the crowd, trying to keep up with Carlos’s long strides. You follow him right into a room, and he backs you up against the door and effectively shutting it. The lock licks, and Carlos’s lips are right by your ear, hand gripping your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist.

“Enjoy your time with Daniel?” He asks, grinding his groin against yours. Your voice is caught in your throat, and you fight moan. “Would you have gone home with him if I didn’t step in?”

“No,” You whimper, “No no no.” 

Carlos smirks, stopping the movement of his hip to look at your face. You feel his fingers trailing down your arm, finding their way to tangle your fingers in his own. The same hand that Daniel had in his. “You sure?” Carlos asks.

You smirk, “Are you jealous?”

He laughs, looking out towards the window. The city lights illuminate his features, perfectly contouring every dip and curve of his fave structure. Your heart beats faster, and it’s like Carlos knows because he turns back to face you. His hand releases your thigh, fingers pushing your hair back so that he can look at the love bites along your neck. He leans in, kissing each one softly. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the gentle touches, his soft lips, the way his fingers feel slotted between your own. 

“What if I was jealous, hm?” He asks against your skin, “What if I say that I was, that I am… what are you gonna do princesa?”

Carlos rests his forehead against yours, his amber eyes looking at you like he knows your answer, knows your next move. He fucking knows you like the back of his hand, and you know it. He nods, letting you know that you can move. You stare at him through your lashes, lowering your leg and dropping to your knees. You release his hand, your fingers undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs to expose his thighs. You press soft kisses against them, feeling his muscles tense under your lips. You bat your eyelashes up at him, but he doesn’t notice with his head thrown back. Your fingers wrap around his hardened shaft, pumping softly as you kiss up his thighs. 

Your fingers hook around the waistband of his black boxers, pulling them down his legs and watching as his cock springs free. Thick, veiny, the head already glistening with precum. Carlos looks down at you, eyebrow raised expectantly. His lips are agape, ready to say something, but your tongue licking base to tip shuts him up. You smirk to yourself, tongue swirling around the swollen head before taking him into your mouth. Slowly, your head bobs up and down, taking more and more of him into you until he hits the back of his throat. With your hand on his balls, you continue to pump his cock into your mouth. Soft profanities fall from his lips, words of praise for you to encourage you to keep going.

“So pretty with your mouth around me baby,” His hand cups your cheek, thumb swiping a stray tear. “Making me feel better already.”

You hum, and he moans in return. Carlos’s fingers weave through your hair, holding in his fist as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. Your hands grip his thighs to steady yourself, letting your jaw fall slack and allowing him to fuck your mouth. He’s gentle, slowly pushing himself further down your throat until you gag. He smirks, pulling his dick all the way out, a string of spit following. 

“Stand up.” 

You do as he says, rising to your feet where he greets you with a feverish kiss. The kiss is needy, teeth clashing and messy. He pulls away briefly, hand cupping your cheek as he studies your disheveled state. A small chuckle escapes him, thump swiping over your mouth to rid of the excess saliva. Carlos kisses you softly, hands trailing down to the back of your thighs and lifting you off your feet. Distracted by his soft lips biting, sucking, licking on the skin of your neck, you don’t notice him making strides across the room to plop you on the bed. His bare cock grinds against your clothed center and you moan softly. Carlos’s lips make their way to your chest, with his one hand lifting the hem and pushing your shirt over your breasts. He straightens his posture, admiring his handy work. Your neck, chest, torso littered with his love bites. Purple reminders of him, reminders that you are his.

“Carlos,” You whine, “Do something.”

He smirks, slender fingers pushing your skirt up your thighs and then hooking onto your underwear to pull it aside. With his free hand, he takes his middle finger and traces your slit. Gentle, teasing, causing you to buck your hips begging for more. His middle finger retreats into his mouth, tongue swirling to collect your arousal.

“Sabe tan dulce.” Tastes so sweet. 

He pulls your underwear down your legs hastily, tossing the flimsy material somewhere in the room. With his thumbs, he pulls the lips of your pussy apart, revealing the glistening pink flesh. He sucks in his cheek, releasing a string of spit onto your cunt. You moan at the sight, spreading your legs even more. Carlos wraps his hand around his dick, pumping lightly as he leads the head to rub against your core, collecting the wetness before finally pushing into you. You moan at the stretch, the feeling of fullness as he bottoms out into your pussy. 

“Fuck,” You moan, fingers reaching for the man above you. He leans down to meet your touch, hips relentlessly snapping his hips against yours. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” He mutters, “Wanted to finish what we started.” 

Carlos pushes the mess of hair away from your face, clearing way for him to kiss you. His lips mold into yours, the kiss hard and passionate, as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. You can barely keep up, mouth unable to keep up with the rhythm of the kiss as his dick bounces you up and down. 

“Who makes you feel this good, mamita?” Carlos’s raspy voice asks, his breath fanning against your face. His hands grab your left leg, hooking it over his shoulder as his dick pounds deeper into you. You moan loudly at the feeling, and Carlos smiles devilishly, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he admires the view below him. “Cmon baby,” He coos, teasing you, “Stupid off my cock already? Can’t answer me?” 

You can feel his fingers weaving through your locks, gripping the hair at the base of your neck lightly as he forces you to look at him. Carlos pulls out almost completely, before roughly pushing his cock back into you, begging for an answer to his question. Your eyes screw shut, “Carlos, fuck.”

“What was that mamita?”

“You Carlos,” You breath out, fingers gripping his shoulders, nails scraping down the expanse of his back, “Only you make me feel good.” 

“Mmmm,” He moans softly, “Left you so many pretty marks baby, remind you who fucks you this good. Remind you that you’re mine.”

You nod, black dots beginning to blur your vision as you feel the bubble in your stomach growing and growing. You are a mess of moans and panting below Carlos, fingers desperate to hold onto anything as you feel your orgasm approaching. 

“Look at me baby, wanna see your face when you cum on my cock.” You force your eyes to open, looking directly into Carlos’s amber eyes as he rests his forehead against yours. He fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping against each other and the mess of moans are pornographic. You beg him not to stop, to keep hitting that spot right there, and Carlos eagerly obliges. His dick thrusts into you over and over, hitting that spot over and over until your pussy is pulsating around him and you are screaming his name. 

You don’t catch the satisfied grin on his face as you fall apart around him, the way he takes pleasure in your own. He continues to pump in and out of you, letting your ride out your orgasm and into his own. It its’t long until he’s coating your walls with his cum. Carlos collapses on top of you, a panting mess of his own. 

You hum softly, pressing a kiss against his sweaty temple and fingers gently pushing the mop of hair off his forehead. His eyes are closed, but his lips are curved into a smile. He looks peaceful, content. You lay like that for a couple more minutes before he pulls out of you. 

“So you were jealous.” You finally say, propping yourself onto your elbows and watching as Carlos walks across the room to grab his clothes. He doesn’t answer. You watch as he pulls his underwear and pants up, and then picking up your thong. He swings it in the air, looking at the thin material before stuffing it into his pocket. 

Carlos walks back over to you, looking at your bright pink pussy and his cum slowly dripping out. He takes his middle finger, collecting it and pushing it back into your cunt. You yelp at the sudden contact, eyes wide as you look at him. You feel his finger swirl around you before he pulls it out. He lifts his cum covered finger up to your mouth, and you take his digit between your lips without a thought. You suck it clean, releasing it with a pop. Carlos takes your underwear from his back pocket and gently pulling it up your legs to cover you up. 

He helps you onto your feet, and you look up at him. His expression is suddenly sullen as he studies your features.

“You said I’m yours.” You mumble.

“Are you not?” He asks, fingers pushing stray hairs behind your ear. 

“You never asked.” You defend.

Carlos takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom attached to the room. He flicks on the light and turns you to the mirror. You gasp at the bruises that litter your neck, dark and aggressive. The man behind you grins, lifting your shirt to show off his work. 

“Oh my god Carlos,” You breathe. 

“Purple reminders baby.”

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

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[mrsriddlenott]

My 1,000 Followers Event!!

[Requests Open]

For my birthday I wanted to gift myself and all my followers with a fic event during the week leading up to my birthday on January 4th and now this is going to double as a 1k event. I want each fic to focus on birthday/celebration themed smut or smut adjacent content with my favorite fictional characters so as usual 18+ Only!!

Please send me some prompts to use with the characters I’ve picked out!!!! Also if the character is written in Blue I am open to swapping them for a different character that I can write for.

I know it’s still almost a month out but I wanted to post this now to give myself plenty of time to brainstorm for suggestions I get in my requests.

December 30th - JJ Maybank x Reader

New Year’s Eve - Poly!Marauders x Reader (I just know they’d throw an insane New Year’s party as a birthday party😂)

New Year’s Day - Fred Weasley x Reader

January 2nd - Rafe Cameron x Reader

January 3rd - Ethan Landry x Reader

January 4th🎉🎊 - Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theodore Nott (feel like they’d give some great Birthday Sex honestly sorry not sorry)

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I’m gonna make a post for my Request Guidelines at some point but for now I’m just gonna put them here.

- My Relationship/Smut Request Guidelines -

✅Best Friend x Reader

✅Bsf’s Sibling & Sibling's Bsf x Reader

✅Friends W/ Benefits

✅New Step Sibling x Reader

✅Teacher/Professor × 18+ Reader

✅Alpha x Omega

✅Dominant x Submissive (hard&soft smut, I'm not good at writing Dom reader but I will try)

✅Power Imbalance (examples: boss,leader,blackmail, corruption kink, etc.)

✅Dark!Character x Reader (examples: obsessed,possessive,criminal, etc.)

❌Real Ince$t

❌Be$tiality

❌Minor x Adult

❌Non/Dub Consent

❌Cheating on or with Reader

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-Event Taglist- (I’ll add anyone who wants to be tagged for only this event and remove those who do not)

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[jazzyderaoz]

This is a strictly 18+ blog

You must have your age stated in your bio to follow/interact. I will block minors instantly + add you to ban list for the foreseeable future. In addition I will block and permanently ban any nasty little pisstakers. I don’t engage with human slimes of any kind; inc but not limited to: radfems, lgbtq+ exclusionists (any variety), phobes, maps, abusers or anyone I take a disliking to inc boundary stompers.

psst…. (Deraoz is pronounced /Dee-ray/os-z/)

Hey I’m Jasper, (but Jas, Jazz or Jazzy works too-if you’re feeling brave.)

My pronouns are he/him. I’m a queer transmasc guy from the UK.

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Some stuff about me:

I’m 26, been dominating for around 5 years now, but topping a little longer. I almost exclusively top, but I have and do make exceptions to that rule when I’m in the mood, though it doesn’t happen often.

I’ll be posting mostly t4t content here, I’m bi, though I’m especially attracted to transmascs/transmen.

Physically I’m masc-presenting. I’m genderqueer and male-aligned. I still possess my natal genitals. My personal style tends to be jeans/t-shirts/denim or leather jackets. I’d call myself a guy, a boy, a queer, a mess, a dumbass-

I’m a kickboxer, it’s important to me to maintain my strength and stamina (😏) and it’s euphoric for me as to maintain a masculine build. Know that when I talk about manhandling my subs, I am usually more than capable of doing so whatever their size.

I love to dom but outside of that I’m soft as anything, love to cuddle, love taking really good care of my subs. Love being a protector type x

If you send me an ask I’ll almost certainly flirt with you, can’t help myself tbh - but I’ll take the lead from you as to how nsfw your ask is. Totally sfw question, fair enough I’ll be real with you. Tell me you’re wet and want me to fuck you? My reply gonna be horny as hell so be prepared for that…

I’m big on pet names. If you don’t want me to call you something in particular (in an ask for example) please let me know. Pet names I use most often are baby(boy), honey, sweetheart and darling - I also like to call my subs lovely/little___ etc.

My aim here is to get you as hot and bothered as possible. I love to get sent asks, any dirty little fantasy baby, I want to hear it.

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Keep Reading for Kinks / Hard Boundaries etc.

🟢 Kinks & Turn-ons: 🟢

-> Praise (me@you)

-> Hair Pulling / Bruising / Rough Play

-> Size Difference

-> Desperation/Edging

-> Humiliation

-> Manhandling and Restraint

🔻Some Boundaries:🔻

🔸 Please don’t send any asks/prompts trying to top me unless you’ve asked first, I’m picky about it lol.

🔸 No petplay - related asks in my inbox pls. I won’t block you but I won’t reply to them either.

🔸 Hard limits resulting in me blocking you should you feel the need to try to include me in them; - -> noncon, piss/scat, ageplay, high intensity masochism/sadism (verbal abuse/HI spanking esp) - (lower intensity/softer I'm occasionally up for - I'll spank you with my hand just not a riding crop lmao)

🔸Content Masterlist:🔸 (🔞)

Writings: 💛 - longer writings || 🧡 - shorter thoughts

💛 on my lap, riding my cock

🧡 want to suck on tdick so bad

🧡 get on the fucking bed

💛 desperate little mess

🧡 tiny little boytoys

🧡 aftercare (softjazz) - sfw

💛 messy little plaything

💛 manhandling + semi-rough use

🧡 humping, pinned against the wall

💛 pull my hair and fuck my mouth

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Tags:

#tag:softjazz - (For yearnings/soft postings)

#tag:manhandling

#tag:sizedifference

#tag:edging

#tag:asks

#tag:jazzyrealtalk - (For actually saying shit/opposed to just straight up hornyposting lmao)

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Anon Tags:

#anon:🌻

#anon:🕸️

#anon:🐝

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Can I please have a ABA!taker and idk if you write for transmasc reader but if you don't that's fine, M if you don't, but for the idea.. maybe reader was getting a littlee to close with another wrestler and taker decides that if he wants to act like a slut he gets to be treated like one. Kinks are up to you, have a good day !

Your ask was delicious, thank you! I will say now that I’ve never before written a transmasc reader / character, so I hope I did OK (polite, constructive feedback on that happily accepted). I threw a a couple of kinks at it and I hope you enjoy!

Also, apologies for no title. I’ve sucked at titles, recently.

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You sit on the table, swinging your legs as you chat to Hunter. You’re in your usual jeans and t-shirt while he’s bare chested, all tanned and rippling muscles. You love tagging along to shows with Taker because it means getting to hang out among some serious chunks of eye candy.

The conversation between the two of you isn’t deep; just polite small talk and rehashing the action from the night. After a while, Edge wanders over to join you both and then you’re effectively sandwiched between them, laughing despite yourself at Hunter’s terrible jokes.

There’s movement at the door and you look up to see Taker stood there. He must have just finished filming a promo because he’s in black jeans and a Deadman Inc shirt, with a black and white bandana on his head. He doesn’t say anything but there’s a certain look in his eyes that is just plain feral. You’ve seen it before - it happens when he’s feeling particularly territorial over you and just at that moment, a little devil perches itself on your shoulder and you decide to play with him just a bit.

You reach up and rest your hand on Hunter’s bicep before squeezing it lightly and so he flexes it on purpose and you let out a shy giggle as your other hand settles momentarily on Edge’s slender hip.

You practically hear Taker’s patience go ~snap~ and in the next second he’s across the room, has hold of your wrist and is pulling you from the table…

“OK, we’re outta here. Say goodbye to your friends.” His voice drips with sarcasm on the last word as he begins to tow you across the room and you look back with a grin and a shrug as the two men watch you leave.

“They’re really nice those two, huh?” You say as you trot a bit to try and keep up with his pace. He doesn’t answer and a pleasant tension begins to knot in your stomach. “I mean, sometimes I don’t know what to expect if I’ve only ever seen their gimmicks and -”

“Button it.” He interrupts and so you fall silent. He stops at a door and peers through the small glass panel before shoving it open with such force that it bangs back against the wall. He casts you ahead of him into the room and then kicks the door shut before turning the lock and then wedging a chair under the handle for good measure. He drops his bag on the floor and then fixes you with a glare that tells you this is game on.

“You playing games with me, boy?” His voice is calm but the set of his shoulders is anything but.

You plaster a look of innocence on to your face but you can’t stop the blush that heats your cheeks. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean…” He gives a derisory snort and then steps up close and wraps a hand loosely around your throat. “You acting the slut back there with those idiots, that’s what I mean.”

You swallow and look up at him, all wide-eyed. “I - I wasn’t! I just -”

He cuts you off with a slap to your cheek - enough to sting a bit, but not to cause any damage. “Seems to me like if you’re gonna act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” He releases your neck and pushes you back a couple of steps. “Get those fuckin’ clothes off.”

Your blush deepens but you obey, kicking out of your sneakers and pulling your t-shirt over your head. You hesitate momentarily as your fingers move to the button of your jeans and he clicks his fingers impatiently.

“C’mon, move! I wanna see what belongs to me - right now.”

You nod quickly without looking at him and do as you’re told, discarding the bundle of denim to one side, before standing straight again. Taker has his arms folded and shakes his head slowly as he looks at you.

“Fuckin’ knew it. No underwear.”

Your head jerks up at his proclamation because of course he knew - it was him that told you this morning to forego underwear when he saw you about to put the shorts on. You arrive at the sudden realisation that while you thought you were playing with him just now, he was at least one move ahead.

He takes a couple of steps forwards and rests his huge paws on your shoulders. “All mine,” he mutters quietly as his hands move down, fingertips ghosting over the pink crescent-shaped scars on the way down to your hips. “Ain’t that right, huh?”

You let out a shaky breath and nod, only for him to slap your face again. “Answer me, boy!”

It’s a total cliche, but he really is sexy when he’s angry, even if he’s only playing at it. “I’m yours!” You say quickly and then add quietly, “I’m yours, daddy.”

“Yeah…” The side of his mouth curls up into a smirk as he croons the word and then abruptly pulls you tight against him with one hand while the other grips into your hair, forcing your head right back to look up at him. “Now daddy’s gonna lay his belt across your ass; teach you what happens when you try to test me.”

He keeps his grip on your hair, dragging you across the room to where a table sits against the wall and pushes you down over it. He holds you against the cold, hard surface while his free hand works at his belt buckle and then you hear the hiss of leather against denim as he pulls it from the loops.

“Daddy, plea -” you begin to speak but he cuts you off.

“Boy, unless the next words out of your mouth are gonna be, ‘please strap my ass’ then forget it.” You obediently fall silent and he kicks your feet apart a little. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He doubles the leather over in his hand and then snaps it down across your ass, making you shout in a combination of pain and surprise. He gives you a half dozen or so more, the heavy leather leaving vivid pink welts across your skin as you unsuccessfully try to wriggle out of the way. Despite your protests, you feel the heat gathering between your legs along with that desperate desire to be touched. Damn, but he’s too good at this.

He tosses the belt down on to the table and hauls you up and around to face him by the scruff of your neck like an errant puppy. You notice that there’s a slight tinge of pink high on his cheekbones as he grasps your chin in his hand.

“Now, what d’you say?”

“Th - thank you, daddy.” Your voice is small, you’re out of breath and you’re wondering if that’s it.

“Yeah, we ain’t done yet.” He pushes down on your shoulders and you hiss as your tender ass comes into contact with the back of your heels. “That’s it… down on your knees, boy.” He takes his hands off you long enough to unfasten his jeans and shove them down to his thighs along with his underwear and then you’re being urged up and forward. You raise your hands with the intention of setting them on his thighs for support but that earns you yet another slap.

“Get your damn hands behind your back! Don’t need nothin’ ‘cept that mouth, you hear me?”

You whimper assent as you open wide and he pushes the head of his cock between your lips. His grip is tight on the back of your head as he forces you down and you gag slightly from the intrusion and your eyes begin to water.

“C’mon slut - you can do better than that. The way you were acting with your two friends back there? Know what you like… c’mon, further! You like playing the slut then that’s what you’ll get, ya hear? Look at me!”

You raise your tear-filled eyes to find him smirking down at you and you thrill to the feeling of being used like this for his pleasure. He holds you still as he fucks your mouth, pushing just that bit too far every so often so that you choke some more. You’re desperate to touch yourself but knowing he won’t allow it, you grip your hands together behind you for dear life. Taker is clearly chasing his climax now, his hand on his dick to give friction where you can’t reach despite him pushing you to the point of struggling for air.

“That’s it… little slut that likes swallowing dick, arentcha? Yeah… get it - oh, fuck - get it in there, slut that’s it… go on - fuck!”

You feel the first spurt hit the back of your throat and then the stuttering of his thrusts means that the rest lands on your tongue and he pulls out.

“Swallow it, slut. All of it.”

You do as you’re told, panting for breath all the while and never once taking your eyes off him. He’s catching a rest of his own and then still with a hand in your hair he reaches across for a chair and collapses into it, still with his jeans bunched around his thighs. You want to reach out and touch the pale skin with its smattering of coarse strawberry blonde hairs but you don’t dare. He pets lazily over your head and then looks down at you.

“You wanna cum, boy?”

The question catches you off guard but you’re not about to turn down the chance and so you kneel up a bit straighter and lick your lips before nodding. “Yes, daddy. Yes, please.”

He slides one of his feet out a little further and nods down at his leg. “Go ahead, slut. Hump it and get yourself off.”

You feel the deep blush suffuse your face but you’re so turned on that you can’t bring yourself to turn the opportunity down. Instead, you shuffle around until your knees are either side of the denim-clad leg and all you can think is that as soon as you press yourself against it, you’re going to get him very wet. You wait awkwardly, unsure whether you’re supposed to just...

“Get on with it, slut.” Taker says impatiently as he sits there, arms folded across his broad chest.

The command stirs you into action and you push your hips up and forward, dragging your clit across the denim. The delicious pressure makes you shudder and you know this isn’t going to take long. You press closer and grind against his shin, unable to stop the lewd moan that escapes and then you back off again to just brush back and forth across the rough material. A tell tale blush starts to spread across your chest and you chance a look up to find him staring down at you, lips slightly apart and then you notice that he’s already hard again.

“Look at you,” He says as he reaches for his dick and begins to stroke it in time with your own rubbing. “Desperate little slut getting off any way he can, aren’t you, huh?”

Turned on almost beyond all reason you nod and answer with a whimper, “Yes, daddy… please…” You dare to place your hands on his knee in a bid to work yourself harder against him, relieved when he doesn’t object.

“Please what, boy?” His stroking has become more urgent and you can feel his thigh tensing beneath your hands.

“Please - please can I come, daddy… sir, please?!”

He nods almost carelessly and you freeze in place for a few seconds, arching back as you reach the peak and then you resume grinding as you seek to draw out your orgasm. At the same time, Taker squeezes himself tight and you watch as more pearly white fluid overflows from the deep red slit. There’s a minute or so of quiet as breathing returns to normal and you press your mouth to his denim-covered knee before gently nuzzling in to clean him up. You only get a few licks in before he reaches down and scoops you into his lap, planting a lazy kiss on your lips.

“Think you needed that didn’t you, baby?”

You look up at him with a sleepy smile. “Thank you, daddy. Like being your slut.”

He kisses you again and laughs low. “Well, there’s always more where that came from, boy.”

END

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Memories, Held Back Feelings and a Vow (Snow Owl AU)

After much, much, much, trial, error, self inflicted perfectionism, Grade A writer's block and sheer reluctance to finally post this, here’s my latest official fanfic.

The following takes place in an Alternate Continuity of the DC Comics Universe in which the character of Mary Lloyd Grayson, mother of Richard John 'Dick' Grayson' aka the first Robin, the Boy Wonder, not only survived the infamous performance of Haly's Circus at Gotham but later went on being a crime fighter in her right, hence Snow Owl.

I would like to dedicate this fic to my many friends and mutuals on this beloved hellsite for your patience, honesty, and support throughout this time.

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As nighttime produced a clear and starry night that draped over the city of Bludhaven, its two protectors, Snow Owl and Robin the Boy Wonder had just barely wrapped up with patrol and stopped any plots and schemes from the superstitious cowardly lot that creates chaos in the streets. With the tight and combined efforts, the streets were safe, their job and their vow to protect innocents in pursuit of justice had prevailed, at least for the night. Thankfully, as they enter the bedroom window to Snow Owl’s room and slip off their respective boots before stepping on the bed right before them, they are reminded in their minds that the upcoming morning was a lazy Saturday so they could sleep in after such a wonderfully exhilarating night.

Since he goes first onto said bed, the Boy Wonder proceeds stepping unto the beige soft wall to wall carpeting, a quick yawn almost escaping his mouth as he does so. Shortly, his mother goes right after him, stepping off the bed on the opposite. As she closes the window right behind her, Snow Owl takes one quick last glimpse to the clear and star-filled skyline that hovered over the city they just finished patrolling across.

She looks to her son, now barely getting off her bed and stretching his arms out in hopes to loosen up that exhaustion he feels all across. “You know what, Snow Owl,” he says as he then lifts up one of his legs behind him, “We might need something much more discret for our security than just your window.”

His mother also proceeds to stretch out one of her own legs to shake off her own exhaustion, while shrugging her shoulders in agreement.

“Well, you do have a fair point there son. Last time I checked though we don’t have a chimney so sliding in like Santa Claus isn’t exactly an option as far as I know”, Snow Owl lightheartedly snarks while making her way to her dresser. From there, she takes out a light blue t-shirt and black sweatpants, meant to change into them once she showers off the dried up sweat and even grime they both got throughout this night.

Upon seeing his mother with some fresh laundry in her arms and realizing he best do the same, he makes his way to first his own bedroom for his own clothes to change into before heading for the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to make sure to get every single part washed up”, Snow Owl reminded her son while slipping off her domino mask and gloves, “you never know where any dirt or other stuff might be left on you...”

“Don’t worry, Mom, I got it”, Robin says with confidence and a firm understanding. “I'll also make sure not to take too long. We have to make sure the water bill doesn’t go up too high in how much we pay for it, right?”

Snow Owl nods. She remembers their last bill having an additional zero than their usual ones. She gives her son a thumbs up. “You got that right; I’ll make sure not to take too long as well. Good thinking.”

With a simple thumbs up to his mother, Robin also takes off his own mask and continues on his way. However, as he does so, there’s something about him, Snow Owl notices. For a briefest of seconds there, she thought she was looking at…someone else. Snow Owl cannot help herself from feeling a sort of…. feeling. Her love for her son allows her to see something in him. She cannot help but see…. her husband, the boy’s father in that smile, that confidence he exudes, just this sort of spirit present within him that reminds her of the man whose unfortunate tragedy those years ago molded the crime fighters they are today.

She closes her unmasked blue eyes as a sort of burning sensation starts slowly igniting in them. A sudden heaviness weighs upon her knees, her ability to stand up slightly slipping away and her breathing picks up. Grief, sorrow and loss. In trying to remember the good times and happy life she had with her husband, those emotions accompany them.

It’s a part of her that’s getting better every day but even after all this passed time, it’s still not easy to completely let go of. What does matter though are as such; in her and her son’s hearts and memories, her husband lives on, they both have brought in the criminals responsible for that loss to justice and above all else, they have each other. It’s those facts that helped Snow Owl overcome her grief numerous times before as it does now. She takes a deep breath in clearing her thoughts. Those thoughts might come back another day, but she’ll be a tad bit more prepared in dealing with them when the time comes. In the meantime, gently holding her domino mask in her hand and regaining her composure, Snow Owl fixes up her bed after the landing both Robin and her made on it and makes her way to the living room.

Once there, she takes note of the pillows, notebooks and pencils littered on the carpeted floor right in front of the couches. No doubt, her son was in the middle of homework duties before immediately jumping at the chance to join her on patrol. She cannot help but have a chuckle as she picks up the notebook and pencils, placing them on a nightstand next to said couches and the pillows back to where they go. Despite being one smart cookie, her son was never really the biggest fan of doing homework. But hey, at least he knows better than flunk it completely, lest he face her wrath. As she prepares to take her seat on the couch, finally giving her legs a break from their use throughout the entire day…. that feeling suddenly comes back to her. Next thing she knows, as her back lays down on the softness and smooth surface of the leather couch cushions, her mind has painted something else entirely for her eyes to see.

As she opens them, Snow Owl’s see…him. But wait is that…her son?

It can’t be right, his jawline looks a bit too firm, and the pupils in his eyes are a dark shade of green, almost emerald.

“Mary? Dear?”

That baritone in his voice and that nickname.

Suddenly the memory in her memory begins to play. She’s not in full control of her past self. She’s at that moment not Snow Owl, defender and hero for the downtrodden of the city of Bludhaven. She was Mary Elizabeth Lloyd-Grayson, wife of John ‘The Flying’ Grayson and mother of her son Richard, you can call him ‘Dick’ for short. Now, she’s not in the well-kept, simple and modern apartment within the smaller urban neighborhoods next to the gym she calls her job sight, she looks within her memories, finding herself at the small, thin steel made trailer, a bit more cramped in spacing but with also similar beige wall to wall carpeting. This wasn’t just a dream; this was her life.

She finally answers her husband who calls for her attention. “Yes John?”

John flashed a content smile as he heard his wife’s reply, “You know that I love ya, don’t ya?”

She nods with a peaceful and all too real smile on face. She doesn't even have to say a single word to let him know. John then leans to press a small yet all too loving kiss on his wife’s cheek.

“Well, it’s always good just to double check,” John says as he lifts himself off his seat and offers a hand for his wife to help her off her own like the gentleman he can be. She takes it and right on cue, both hear a familiar small voice call out from the entrance to the front door.

“Hey, guys! C’mon, we’re gonna be late for practice!”

Both parents chuckled at their seven-year old’s impatience since he was so excited to show them his newest tricks on the ropes. She cannot but smile upon seeing her little boy bounce on his two slipper clad feet right in front of the trailer door with a pouty look on his face. His father proceeds to lay a firm hand on his jet-black hair and slightly ruffle his fingers across it.

“All right, Little Man. We’ll be on the way”, John tells his boy with a firm smile. With her son excitedly leading the way and her husband by her side, she reaches for the handle of the door, turns it, and slowly opens the door, stepping out into the bright day ahead of them.

“Hey, Mom?”

A voice that belonged to her son but now very slightly older sounding snaps Snow Owl out of her memory. Her unmasked blue eyes open to see another smaller pair of blue eyes that belonged to her partner, her son. Instead of Robin the Boy Wonder, he was now Dick Grayson, clad in a blue cotton T shirt with an all too familiar red and yellow S shield that symbolizes Metropolis’ own resident hero, black sweatpants not dissimilar from his mother’s and in his hands his Robin outfit as he was taking the red, green and yellow modified acrobat suit to the laundry machine.

Upon bringing her senses back to the present, Snow Owl stands back up, remembering about her own clothes back at her bedroom and gives her a small smile.

“Sorry about that”, she says as she makes her way to said bedroom, “just was...,” she had to stop herself since usually, whether it was good memories or bad ones, any reminder of the life she had with John before it got so cruelly taken away always was a bit of a sore spot for her soul. She couldn’t bear having her son see if she could help it. He doesn’t need to see his mother in grief, he already has enough on his plate, especially his own reminders about the father he lost. Before even a sign of impending tears can make their way to her eyes, Snow Owl takes a deep yet quiet breath so that her curious son wouldn’t hopefully notice and collects herself before continuing her way to her bedroom...

“Were you thinking about Dad”, Dick asks just as Snow Owl reaches the hallway. She turns around with a surprised look on her face to see Dick’s own, which had a mix of curiosity but also...shame and guilt.

Unable to withhold her answer, Snow Owl sighs and looks at her boy with her head a bit down as she tries maintaining her composure. “Y-yes, Dick. I was”, she finally answers. Then it was her turn to ask something, “but, how do you know?”

Dick’s face scrunched up a bit upon hearing that, which immediately got her mother’s worry since she might have a suspicion about just how long he knew about her own grief despite herself trying to be strong as he is for her. Finally, Dick sighs sadly and looks up to his mother with his eyes having a guilty look on them before he finally opens his mouth to say what he has been meaning to for quite a bit.

“I... I kinda knew ever since at least... when we first moved in here”, Dick says with his voice beginning a hint of crack before taking a deep breath to collect himself before continuing with his answer. “It’s just... I sometimes hear you cry some nights when you can’t sleep, usually after you had a dream about what happened to Dad and well.... the fact he’s.... not here anymore. Is that true?”

Snow Owl stood there almost at a loss for words on how much her son knew about it all. Unable to come up with any counter at that moment, only able to nod slightly at her son’s inquiry.

Dick once more sighed sadly in guilt as he put his Robin outfit on top of a seat on the couch while taking a seat. “I just wanted to say.... I’m sorry.”

This got Snow Owl’s attention like something else, she was kind of expecting it but nonetheless found herself surprised. “w-Why would you be sorry?”

“b-Because....”, Dick once more had to breathe out before stating his answer, “because...I-I know I know shouldn’t worry about it since it’s your business, your own thing and all. I shouldn’t spy on you like that and….” Before Dick can go on, an ungloved hand rests upon his shoulders. He looks up to see his mother with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Dick”, Snow Owl says with an equally understanding tone, “you miss your dad as well?”

Once her question reaches his ears, Dick silently buries his face into his hands. He nods a ‘yes’ while his breathing starts getting a bit more ragged. He was trying best not to lose control of any impending tears himself.

“Dick,” Snow Owl calls with a concerned and worried tone to him, “Just breathe. Nice and easy, okay?”

Dick once more silently nods as he struggles to keep his breathing under control. After some effort and time put into it, Dick can collect himself just enough to speak coherent words again. He puts those words to the forefront by taking his face off his hands and looking up at his worried mother, tears seemingly wanting to be free from eyes but through sheer will of his own, he’s able to keep them in.

“Yeah,” Dick croaks out as he looks up to his mother’s worried face, “I miss Dad too.”

Snow Owl nods in understanding and sympathy. She now understands what goes through her son’s head with only a few words. They are both in the same boat regarding how that loss impacted them to this day more so than she thought. She does wonder something though before taking a seat next to him. “Well, why didn’t you tell me about that earlier?”

Dick takes a deep breath and clears his throat before looking back at his mother with hope for him, the tears in his eyes being all dried up. While the tears had certainly faded out, they left a sign via redness in Dick’s eyes. Nonetheless, he pushed himself onward with his answer. “It’s just that,” He briefly pauses to clear his throat before proceeding, “you go through enough. Some nights.... I....I can hear you cry yourself to sleep. Especially on Dad’s birthday...or yours.”

Snow Owl tries to reach a hand, but her son then continues.

“I mean...you have enough to worry about already. With your jobs, both at the gym and when you’re called up to protect Mrs. Drake, trying to keep our house clean,” Dick feels something in his voice start cracking very lightly before continuing, “me. It’s a lot, Mom and I can’t just make it worse and harder for you by bringing up Dad and how much I miss him all the time. Because...well, you miss him too.” Dick finally finishes, taking a deep breath to collect himself now that he has said what he needed. Now it was just a matter of his mother’s reaction to it.

At first, Snow Owl found herself at a loss for words once more. She hadn’t anticipated how much this life was hurting her son. The signs were all there though now that she can think; the dour look on her son’s face after dealing with bullies at school, the distant and heavy sighs he has whenever he visits the park and seeing other boys his age with their own fathers, while he’s there at the corner and just doing his own acrobatics or other such small things more or less with only his mother as his audience. In all that, all she was able to do was leave him be given he’s always been one to do it on his own. But she couldn’t just backpedal everything after what they had been through together. She takes a deep breath; she might not know what to say exactly but she has to say something. Something for her son to hear, something that can either cheer him up or get her message across to him. It’ll be preferable to remaining utterly silent. Damn if she does, damned if she doesn’t.

“Look, Dick, you’re right, I do miss your father as well”, Snow Owl says, hoping whatever words come out of her mouth will be some sort of breakthrough for him. “And yes, there are some moments and nights where I have thought of him and all he is, what he has done for our family back then and how much I’m sure he still matters to you and...

At that moment, Snow Owl freezes right in her tracks, looking ahead of her and seeing a truly distraught and baffled look on Dick’s face. That came out wrong, the tears in Dick’s began to reform, she had to do something about it, and fast if she is going to...

“Wait…what do you mean that you’re sure he still matters to me”, He was getting started with his rebuttal, Snow Owl for sure now knew she screwed this royal, and it was about to get worse, “Is that supposed to mean that…he doesn’t?”

She closes her eyes cause that Grayson temper was starting to quickly ignite inside of him, so best to let him let it here rather than trying to counter, it’ll only make far more violate. She sees Dick take a deep thought; he was going to say more, a lot more.

“Mom....What makes you believe that what happened to Dad doesn’t matter to me? Do you really believe that every single day I am reminded by my own memories of all those times we were all together and when we were happy doesn’t matter to me? You think the reason.... like just tonight Me joining you on patrol to make sure the people in this city don’t have to lose a loved one to crime like we lost Dad …. you think the reason is something other than Dad so therefore... It.......Doesn’t.... matter? Well get this, it does matter. My school, my crime fighting, where I’m from and what I do that isn’t crime fighting stuff. All that matters to me but who the hell are YOU to say that Dad doesn’t matter to me...Huh?! I get what you go through, why else do you think I try helping whatever I can; laundry, getting some days to make our dinners, paying our bills and watching out if we get things too pricey for us. You’re not the only one doing all that, Dad would’ve done it too, that’s why I do it because he would’ve...I can’t just let you be Miss Dad when I know how to do all that too, someone else must be like how Dad was back then. Thing is though” Dick was breathing heavily; he was losing more control of his tears now on the brink of spilling out of his eyes.

But he can’t stop right now, he had to keep going, she needed to hear this, two damn long years after the fact, she must. Taking one more deep breath, Dick continues, “Here’s the thing.... I....I don’t how I’m even able to do it! I just do it because it’s the right thing to do. But...but...I hate how my school can be. I hate how even if I do fit in the best I can and make sure my grades are top notch, I... I can’t help but feel like I still don’t fit given where I’m from and who I am. I hate how this entire city just, one day after another, no matter how much we try to help, they’re always.... ALWAYS...an ambulance that must get because we failed, and someone got hurt or even worse. I hate that we can’t see Pop Haly every day like we used to, Harry, Regina, Calvin, Raymond, Zitka...all of them, we had to leave them once we lost Dad. I hate, hate, hate, hate Zucco for what he done, for ruining you and me...I just...I HATE IT HERE!! I....just want...I want to go back to how it was before all this...If I’m gonna be someone who can help you take care of the house, can’t it be our real house...the trailer? I just want to go home...our real home” With that, at the end of what he had built up and hurting in his heart and soul for the longest time finally coming out, Dick once more tries his darn best to break through his tears, glaring hurt and heartbroken eyes towards Snow Owl’s own masked ones. Masked eyes, that were also beginning to develop tears of their own....and Dick saw this once he was able to focus on the sight in front of him.

Now he’s all too happy to stand up for what he thinks or believes in if need be; after all he’s done with that man dressed like a flying rodent during those times his mother and him work in Gotham. But this was Snow Owl, the one he was meant to help, both here at this quaint apartment with all he can do as the man of the house and in the streets of Bludhaven almost every night as the Boy Wonder, the one he made an oath by a candlelight to aid in protecting the innocent and stick to the path of righteousness when donning the red, green and yellow those two years ago, the one who makes him his breakfasts, lunches for school and even sometimes dinner when he’s not doing it, the one who was the very first face his eyes ever saw less than five minutes upon entering the world on his personal very first Day of Spring. Snow Owl is his mother and he just made her cry, breaking her heart. He broke her soul and reduced her to tears, tears she tries now to control herself and taking her own deep breaths.

“I...I’m sorry”, He immediately stands up, wiping away his own tears from his eyes and slowly walks his way out of the living room. Snow Owl is too lost within her thoughts to pick up on her son’s bare feet stepping on the carpet floor. Once she’s able to briefly come out of her thoughts to realize this, it was already too late. She only takes one step forwards before she then hears the door to Dick’s bedroom close. He was guilt ridden and self-hating; she hates it when this happens because it’s one of those case where she can’t be there for him no matter how much she really wants to be there for him, but knowing him, he’ll just gently tell her to leave him be, no matter how many knocks to his door she wants to do. Besides, if his guilt induced self-isolation wasn’t bad enough for her, Snow Owl has a whole cavalcade of other feelings and thoughts running through her head; Shame, her own guilt, helplessness, regret, and just overall, grief. As far as she knows, it’s justified she has these thoughts permeating her mind and soul; it’s a punishment for her.

What kind of Mother is she supposed to be? What kind of Mother allows her child to bottle in so much of this soul darkening negativity and sorrow in their hearts? What kind of Mother forces her only child to grow up far faster than he can handle? What kind of Mother spends more time grieving the loss of her beloved husband than trying to help her child recover from such a loss himself? What kind of Mother does all that and it only takes her child finally and seemingly buckling under all that pressure, all because she didn’t do anything prior to stop it and step up as that mother she should be?

Snow Owl, as she slumps into her seat on the couch, cannot help but come to that conclusion. She’s been a bad Mother and as of now, she’s lost in a sea of fog in her mind telling her very much that. Within that fog clouding her mind, some other words, some sounding awfully like herself or some even sounding like her own mother, start coming in from and reach her ears internally. The words themselves are not a pleasant type for her to hear.

Inside her, she felt a sense of failure; yet she also claims that no, a true failure would be if he outright stated he hated her straight to her face. Though he did hate where they were.

This place they live in indeed provides only bitterness over what they lost; though what other choice did Snow Owl and her son have frankly? Their old home was about to go bankrupt via all those lawsuits had they stayed there. It was either them or their home, there was no other way out and nowhere else to go.

Inside her, she now knows she shouldn’t have let her son join in her crusade to fight crime since he has already so much to do at a mere 12 years old; however even if Snow Owl wants to agree with that one, it wouldn’t have stopped her little boy from joining anyways. He was just as determined if not even more so to find the culprits responsible for what happened to John in that fateful performance. There was no stopping him and she knew it. What better way to help alleviate that burning passion of justice for their family than letting him in as her partner.

Despite her best efforts pointing out what was the reality of their lives up to this present day and how much could’ve been done given what they were faced with. But those harsh words kept going and going in her mind, her guilt and self-hatred, as far as she’s concerned well justified, pounding her consciousness like artillery shells exploding across the trenches of the Western Front a century ago. Every time she seemingly gets a rebuttal to those questions and her doubts, a new one would pop up in the middle of it. They just kept coming, each one pounding in her head with intensity, figuratively more artillery shells kept coming by the second.

It was that intense and no matter how hard she tries, they just keep going to the point she can barely even move out of her seat on the couch, her t-shirt and sweatpants still right to her side, awaiting the moment she can change into them after her shower. Finally after shutting her eyes, reigning herself in, Snow Owl notices her breath was getting heavier and with one gulp of her, she snaps her eyes open. Those voices and doubts had almost instantly stopped. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel like it was done. Far from it, she’s been dealing with them for years by now, and given what happened right now with her son…those are more that’ll come in the near future.

Realizing her clothes to her side and thinking to herself that maybe a shower can help clear her mind out of....

Suddenly, in her utility belt, Snow Owl’s communicator device starts buzzing, and upon looking at who’s calling, she can see it’s the BPD Chief. She knows this must be serious given how rarely he ever calls her unless there’s either a super criminal on the loose or probably some sort of morbid case not even the forensics department can stomach. She dreads if it’s that type since Dick might be the Boy Wonder but his pained look of discomfort upon seeing a cadaver that either hits too close to home or just unpleasant enough for him to start losing his lunch, that’s a look on his face Snow Owl strives into making sure he doesn’t have to feel if she can help it. Hence, usually in these cases would come Robin being noticeably absent from meeting with their allies.

Snow Owl in short order puts back on her domino mask and presses the answer button. About two seconds later, the face of the Chief of the BPD appears on her screen. “As much as you might or might not like me and how much I certainly don’t like you, it looks like there’s a little something I think you can handle over here. Even my crew certainly can’t stomach doing this one, maybe except our local Medical Examiner, I know for certain she likes you, but I don’t know why the hell she does, but even she might need you around for it.”

Snow Owl went through a torrent of emotions as the Chief spoke to her; amusement in hearing the jealousy in his voice over how much Robin and her were able to do compared to his crew, shrugging her shoulders in acknowledgement of her friendship with said Medical Examiner Trini, but at the end of it a cringed look on her face despite her best efforts to hide it since it was exactly what she was expected but not she didn’t want it, since he mentioned Trini at all can only mean one thing.

“Body turned up, Chief Bruno?” Snow Owl asks with the tiniest silver of nervousness in her voice despite her vocal range accommodating the stoic persona her mask dictates she shows. The fact right after Chief Bruno then sighs and shakes his head while pinching his nose only helps confirm it. However, it didn’t truly prepare Snow Owl for the Chief's next reply as he once more opened his eyes to see Bludhaven’s local vigilante’s masked eyes right back at him. “It’s male, found underneath Little Drawbridge by some kids, probably street punks, looks like it’s recent. We don’t have all the details of it yet, hence why we’ll need your stinking bird butt over here, but best we can tell, victim’s been dead for at least since yesterday and given by the marks we saw on him, no doubt first degree murder, combination of bullets and a knife......he’s a kid.... about 12 at most. Real nasty.”

Snow Owl couldn’t help but gasp. No wonder Bruno’s guys or even Trini need help with this one. Poor kid is probably about Dick’s own age and for someone to do such a horrible thing to him and seemingly dump him to hide their crime so carelessly and cruelly, that’s something she won’t stand. She makes a vow to prevent this from happening and strikes back against the criminal element if it does. One thing is for sure though as she takes a deep breath to process this news; Dick can’t come over tonight, not just because of the nature of this case but given his little moment he had not too long ago, he needs time to himself.

After taking one more deep breath, Snow Owl looks to the Chief on her communicator, “I’ll be there shortly. Tell Trini to meet me in the Examiner’s office and get that victim ready. I’ll bring over my tools for the autopsy if need be.” With a nod, the Chief disconnects, ending the call and allowing Snow Owl to head back to her bedroom and quickly find her boots. As slips them back on and prepares to open the window, she makes a vow within her mind; it was a vow for Dick.

“I know tonight was a little rough, but I want to let you know I’m not mad at you for saying you needed to after so long. There’s nothing wrong with feeling like the pressure is a bit much, especially with all that you have done for so long, too long already for me and this home we live in. I am so dearly sorry you had to bottle it all in when I should’ve said something to help with it. If you don’t accept my apologies and hold it against me, I’ll be fine with it. At least though, you must know that I will try to be better starting today. You made a vow to protect the innocent and be my partner as best as you can. Well, here’s my vow for you; I promise that I will try to be more open with myself for you if you ask. I’ll step up when I need to with the things that need to be done around here. I’ll be as much of your partner as you are mine. After all, family at the end of the day are just that. They’re partners to each other. Sure, I’m leaving you to take your time off for the night during this case, but I promise you, you can be involved in it in due course. I vow from here on out.... I’ll try, Dick. I’ll Try.’

With those words in her mind, Snow Owl, her secret identity being Mary Grayson, locks the windows after stepping out of them, double checks her utility belt for every tool she needs, takes out her escrima stick to fire off a grappling wire and makes her way to the BPD Precinct.

It’ll be Saturday tomorrow anyways so if this thing goes all-night, at least she can still sleep in. Still, a real shame that there’s no movie night but what can she do about it.

#mary grayson #dick grayson #snow owl #snow owl AU #angst #fanfic #my posts #sfw

[shizzlepianist]

“good morning, dr. spengler..”————————————————-

a/n: WOOOOO my first EVER oneshot! excuse how terrible this may be, the last time i remember writing anything related to oneshots/fanfics was when i was about 11? soo if this is terrible then my sincerest apologies 😭

this is essentially an introduction between (Y/N) and Spengs, after you call for a Ghostbuster to come check out a paranormal experience happening in your home, and it just happens to be Egon.

FYI: This story uses the title ‘Miss’, when the character is being addressed, so just putting that out there first! Also, as I’m sure you’ll already know, (Y/N) and (L/N) refer to your first and last name.

There is also a usage of the word ‘God’, used in an expression-y sort of way, so if that offends anyone then please do let me know so I can change it for next time!

enjoy!! :)

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An abrupt clattering coming from your kitchen was what woke you up at nearly 4 a.m.

Thoroughly disturbed, you sat bolt upright and turned on your bedroom lamp, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and slowly moving out of bed to go investigate the mysterious noise.

Another bang.

You jumped about a foot off of the floor, before continuing and not letting your downright fear get the better of you.

Eventually, you reached the kitchen, and turned on the light. Three china plates had ‘mysteriously’ fallen out of the cupboard and smashed onto the floor. Little pieces of plate were scattered all over, much to your disappointment. As if on cue, a growling noise came from your pantry door. It took you less than a second to fling the door open and investigate what the noise was.

A vast, cloudy setting appeared in front of you, and an ancient building could be seen in the distance. “Z U U L”, cried a demonic voice.

That was it. The pantry door was slammed, the kitchen light was turned off and you were running back, screaming. Once you reached your bedroom, you wrapped yourself in the covers and tried desperately to fall back to sleep. No luck.

A few hours passed, and it was now a reasonable time to get up. You didn’t dare go near the kitchen, so you stayed in your apartment living room and turned on the TV.

You didn’t pay much attention to the TV for long, as you had your head stuck in a magazine you had found at the local newsagents. That was, until, you heard an advert on television.

“Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?” questioned a friendly-looking man, whose name tag read “STANTZ.”

A second man, named “SPENGLER”, asked, “Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?”

“Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, spectre, or ghost?” inquired the third, “VENKMAN”.

Stantz continued, “…if the panswer is yes then don’t wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals.”

“GHOSTBUSTERS,” they said in unison.

“Our courteous and efficient staff is on call twenty four hours a day to serve all your supernatural elimination needs,” Stantz informed.

“We’re ready to believe you!” was the final sentence of the advert, but even before that you had already picked up your telephone and dialled the number on-screen.

Within seconds, a Long Island accent spoke down the phone.

“Hello, Ghostbusters, how can I help you?”

“Uh… t-… there was some strange noises coming from my kitchen this morning, like bangs, and.. and clatters, and then when I checked, three of my plates had been thrown on the floor and smashed. And then, and then… I heard snarling coming from my pantry, and there was this creature in there saying “Zuul.”Could you send someone to come check it out?” You said in one long, quick sentence.

“Absolutely, just let me know the address and I’ll send someone straight to you,” the lady replied.

Sure enough, you gave her your address. “Thank you!” you chimed, before putting the phone down and tidying up a little before the Ghostbuster arrived. Playing back the advertisement, you looked at the man whose name was “SPENGLER”.

He is incredibly handsome, you thought. You were hoping on the inside that Dr. Spengler would come and analyse the scene that had occurred in your-

Knock, knock.

Jeez, how close is the Ghostbusters’ office?

You opened the door to meet a tall, bespectacled man with a charming smile and slightly curly hair.

He held his hand out and smiled, “Dr. Egon Spengler, nice to meet you.”

“Good morning, Dr. Spengler,” you replied, your tummy filling with that butterfly feeling.

“Where was the ghost activity that happened this morning? Janine, our receptionist didn’t tell me anything except your address and that you needed some help,” he chuckled, making your heart skip a beat again.

“In there,” you pointed to the kitchen door.

“Okay, has there been any more phenomena since you called?”

You shook your head.

Egon held a device in his hand that had little arms protruding out of it, slowly lowering and then getting higher, then lower, and so on, and made his way into the kitchen.

“Oh, jeez, it seems you really did need our help,” claimed Dr. Spengler, directing his eyes to the pieces of china plate laying on the floor.

“What is that thing?” you asked, motioning to the thing he was holding.

“This is a PKE meter, we use them pretty often. It helps us detect how much supernatural activity there is in an area. If the arms are at a low height, then there’s little to no activity and no need for a full-blown bust. If the arms are right at the top, then it’s serious and we have to deal with it immediately. At the minute, the level of paranormal activity in your kitchen is just over halfway, which obviously isn’t ideal but not the worst.”

“Ohh,” you responded, nodding slowly.

Shuddering, Egon turned his attention to some gooey green slime that was collecting on the edge of the plate cupboard.

“Great. Ectoplasm,” he collected a little bit in a small plastic tub, before asking, “…would you mind coming back to the firehouse, just to run a few tests and to further investigate your phenomena?” questioned Spengler.

“No, no, I wouldn’t mind at all,” you smiled, leading Dr. Spengler out of your apartment, locking the door and heading down the building stairs to the Ghostbusters’ car.

When you arrived at the firehouse, the three scientists you had seen on TV, Venkman, Stantz (who had both introduced themselves to you as Ray and Peter) and Spengler were all asking you questions and running tests. Sticky pads wired up to a machine were attached to your temples, and you could see it was being managed by Dr. Spengler.

“What do you think it was that caused your plates to smash, Miss..?”

“(L/N). (Y/N)(L/N). Uh, I mean, I think it was a ghost or a spirit that did it, hence why I rang up this morning. I think it’s something like a… a.. poltergeist? Isn’t that a ghost that throws things?”

“You are absolutely fantastic, Miss (L/N). Absolutely phenomenal, that’s correct,” called Dr. Venkman, smiling and applauding you.

Egon rolled his eyes. “Venkman, will you quit trying to chat up our clients, please?” he remarked, while adjusting the tabs on your head and looking at the screen to his left.

Both you and Ray laughed, while Venkman’s facial expression was stone cold.

“I don’t think he found that very funny,” you laughed, which made Stantz roar with laughter again, and Peter leave the room.

“Alright, so your tests all seem to be normal, so that means whatever paranormal entity is in your apartment hasn’t reached you, thankfully,” concluded Egon, gently removing the testing tabs from you.

Picking up your bag and coat, you thanked the boys for their help, and made your way down the firehouse stairs.

You were swiftly followed by the Ghostbusters, who waved goodbye to you and asked you to call back if anything else happened.

As they turned away to walk back up the stairs, you called out,

“…Dr. Spengler?”

He turned on his heel quicker than he had arrived at your apartment. “Hm?”

“I- I’d like to give you this,” you slid a piece of paper with your number written on it into his hand, and smiled.

He looked down at it through his glasses, lifted his head up and smiled back.

“Thank you, Miss (L/N). I’ll make sure to give you a call at some point. Thanks again for calling this morning,” he put his hand on your shoulder, failing to wipe the smile off of his face. He was smiling like an idiot as he removed his hand from your shoulder and walked away.

When you had finally left the firehouse, you let out a sigh of relief mixed with infatuation.

God, he was handsome.

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ending a/n: help i feel like this is gonna be a flop with a capital F loool , if you enjoyed this let me know and i’ll make more ig?? have a great day/night everyone 😌😌

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #egon #egon x reader

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Hello and welcome everyone to another round of Giftober! 👋🪄

One year went by from our first edition and now I´m excited to be here again with a new challenge!

These 31 new prompts were put together to inspire, encourage and support gifmakers from all fandoms! And also important, I want you all to have fun! 😊

HOW TO PARTICIPATE:

Reblog this post. (Optional but encouraged.)

Create a gifset inspired by the daily prompts.

Tag your posts with #giftober2022.

Caption your gifsets with: @giftober 2022 | Day #: "prompt description". (Recommended.)

IMPORTANT:

Make your own gifs. (I won´t reblog reposted gifs or gifs taken from the Tumblr search.)

No explicit content. Also, no inc*st or p*doph*lia.

All fandoms are welcome! As long as you all respect each other! ☝

(The prompt list written and more info under the cut.)

Any doubts you may have, you´re welcome to leave it in my 📧 inbox.

THIS EVENT STARTS ON OCTOBER 1ST and I can't wait to see all your creations! 💗

Ele :))

REMEMBER:

You don´t need to make all 31. You can make as much and as few as you want. And not exactly in order nor you have to post on time.

If you can´t exactly fit one of the prompt with your fandom, no worries! You can skip it or... modified it as your convinience, think of another prompt, do one from the last giftober instead! 😁

I know it might be a few others challenges in October, and make a daily set for a whole month sounds quite overwhelming, so please, don´t feel any pressure to complete this one! (in fact, you can combine prompts from other challenges!)

Since you don´t need to post in time, you can finish this after the month is over. Although I´ll check the tag less frequently then.

These prompts are completely up to your interpretation, but for any doubt, please, you´re welcome to ask me.

PROMPT LIST:

Close up.

Daylight.

Scenery/Locations.

Tech.

Food.

Heros.

One color.

Party/Celebration.

Lying.

Comfort. 

Vehicles.

Antagonist/Villains.

Fashion.

Apologizing.

One object.

Family/Found family.

Fire.

Money.

Quote.

Time.

Hairstyles.

Black and white.

Full body.

A duo/Dynamic.

Night.

Bad weather.

Touch.

Emotions.

Parallels/Opposites.

Danger.

Free day.

(Again, thanks @4marvels-universe for your help and patience! 💗)

Now, everyone in the following mentions and tags below are cordially invited to participate and/or to share this post with your followers so this can reach more fandoms. (thank you so much! 💗)

@luke-skywalker @kamalaskhans @natasharomanovf   @wandamaximoffs  @mazykeen @dafoes @djarin @cillianmurphy @clintfbarton @jenwallters @obiwan @ne8ula @wakandasforever  @anewhope @lokihiddleston  @villainelle @sarah-snook @palmerstrange 

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Works so far

✉️ ᴮᵉᵉᵖ..! ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˎˊ˗ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [evil zhongli series]

✉️ ᴮᵉᵉᵖ..! ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˎˊ˗ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ[alhaitham dribble]

✉️ ᴮᵉᵉᵖ..! ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉˎˊ˗ 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [infatuation-sukuna dribble]

tags :p -> #justjadeyapping

what i do write

-i write reader x character (or multiple)

-character x character (or multiple)

-i will write fluff, and angst as well as smut here~ hehehehe

-i write smut for both male & female characters alsooo~

- *TRIGGER WARNING* anal, ass play, rimming,noncon,dubcon

what i will NOT write

-minors (regarding smut)

-minor x adult (smut)

-v*mit, sc*t, inc*st

I DO NOT CONDONE WHAT I WRITE AND PLEASE SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP IF YOU WANT THESE ACTIONS DONE TO YOU OR FANTASIZE DOING IT!!

**MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI YOU WILL GET BLOCKED**

♡ — — — — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — — — — ♡

#genshin x reader smut #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin smut #gojo fluff #zhongli #satoru gojo x you #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #mutuals #morax x y/n #genshin morax #writers on tumblr #my writing #jjk #gojo imagine #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo smut #nanami kento #satoru gojo fluff #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #oneshots #one piece #roronoa zoro #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x you

[themerlinlibrary]

Favourites Friday (Jan 2024) – Hero/Villain AU

TML Favourites Friday round-up! January 2024 round 2

What is Favourites Friday? – The Basics

a different theme is announced on Friday each week; FF recs must match the theme of the week

only one FF rec per person per week/theme

FF recs must be unique within that week/theme; no double-posting the same fic for one theme!

no self-recs during regular rounds

only self-recs during self-rec rounds (last Friday of each month)

Theme for week 2: Hero/Villain AU!

Evil Overlord, Inc by Footloose and Mushroomtale M, 138k, Merlin/Arthur  Modern with Magic

To Be a Hero by fancyh M, 78k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with Magic

My Hero in the Dark by chaosgenes E, 1.2k, Merlin/Arthur Modern with Magic

One Moment More by beccadearie T, 9k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Emrysman by Mischel T, 19k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era

it goes to show you never can tell by eat_crow T, 5.6k, Merlin/Arthur Modern AU

A masterlist of these round-ups [2024 and onwards] can be found here. [A masterlist of the round-ups from 2022–2024 can be found here.]

If you want to make sure you never miss a FF rec, or would like to participate and share your own favourites; join us on the Discord TheMerlinLibrary! Happy reading!

About the FF round-up lists:

Recs are listed in the order they were posted on the Discord; the order does not imply any sort of ranking.

The pairing given in this list is the main pairing of each respective fic – please read the tags for any possible minor or side-pairings, as well as any potential warnings or triggers.

Pairings and Eras are given as tagged in each respective fic. (?) signifies that the tags were unclear and I do not know enough about the fic to fill the gaps.

Round-ups are compiled on the weekend of the week after the respective theme of the post (when the new theme has already been anounced), to avoid omitting potentially belated FF recs.

The weekly round-up is not a guarantee! I'm running this alone, so it can only be posted for weeks when I have enough time on my hands to compile a list. If you'd like to help out, feel free to contact me on Tumblr ( @zaharya ) or Discord. Thanks to @ravenwilds for helping me out with these round-ups, and to Chel for making a whole-ass bot to make it easier!

#the merlin library #tml #favourites friday #ff #merlin #merlin discord #favorite #recs #fic recs

[ateriblewriter]

Hi queen!! Congrats on 200!! Could you please write #1 with Mr. Boldy. Thank you!!

hi friend! thank you so so much! i really hope you like this love. because i do. (also this was supposed to be completely different but i stared at the gif too long and this came out instead)

"I want to sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your stupid hand"

you and matt were nearly inseparable. it was always you and him. you first met him back when he was in iowa the first time. after a broken ankle and another small stint in iowa, he would get to the big show in minny and at some point you had transfer to the u of m to finish your schooling.

everything was almost perfect being two best friends in the same place at the same time.

"i think i love you matt."

there was a pull at your heart strings as you laid on top of him while monsters inc played on the tv that led you to admitting how you felt.

you were stuck at his apartment. with the snow heavily falling creating near blizzard conditions he wouldn't let you leave to make the trek to your own place.

"i love you too mouse."

matt repeated the friendly affection rubbing your upper arm and placing a kiss in your hair.

he knew how he really felt about you. finding that out not long after the first time you asked him to hang out with you and your weird friends and you made him take a goofy picture with you.

"no no no. not in a friend way. i think i love you in a i want to sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your stupid hand for the rest of my life kind of way." you tilt your head at an angle so you could see his face and his reaction. not really being able to, you sit up getting a good look at the man you loved.

"oh. um. i" having a hard forming words, matt stared at her lips slightly parted, his breathing picking up. if hearts could actually do flips his would be doing about a million of them right now.

this was a moment he had been dreaming about for a while now and he was mucking it up by not being able to speak. great. just great.

"can i try something?"

"yes"

you didn't wait long after he respond to swing your leg over his torso, straddling him. hot damn. he was just so god damn handsome. his eyes, his nose, his lips, himself.

you took a deep breath leaning over attempting to give him a kiss, only hit his nose with yours. that was a brilliant start to whatever this was.

"ow. try again." matt rubbed his nose whispering quietly you almost didn't hear him.

"hmm?"

"mouse. try again." he urged you to try the kiss again. matt wanted you try again. he wanted you more than anything. and he was going to get what he wanted.

inhaling a deep breath of air, you leaned over once more. this time your lips found his, fitting together perfectly.

"that was." now it was your turn to be at a loss of words. not quite being able to put to words what it felt like to lock lips with person beneath you. it wasn't a spark. it was something more. it felt right.

"amazing." matt finished your thought. pulling you back down, he devoured your lips once more.

eventually the two of you left the couch, opting for his bed instead. as much as he wanted to explore the rest of you, it was late and you were sleepy. instead he gave you one of his stupid shirts to sleep next to him in.

matt boldy tag list: @woodruff-edwards

ateriblewriter's 200 follower celly

#matt boldy #matt boldy x reader #matt boldy imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #ateriblewriter 200 follower celly #I really love this one

[transmate]

you are now entering kurio's den. proceed with care.

this is an 18+ kink/nsft sideblog. i follow & interact from @nonbinaryyugimuto DNI 🚫: ageless bio, minors, maps, 35+, trans fetishizers, detrans/misgendering, dehumanizing, unsanitary (p!ss,sc@t,n3cro), race/age/inc*stplay, misogyny, hard cnc. i block freely. Sidenote ❗️ please do not express sexual PDA under my posts. indirects in your tags are fine.

About:

My name is Kurio. 24, he/they/it pronouns, transmasc nonbinary, demi-bisexual. dom-leaning switch. polyamorous, with nesting partner. heart of a fallen angel, body of an eldritch wolf.

be not afraid. my asks and dms are open to conversation and play. however, i answer at my own discretion.

Kinks: bolded are favourites.

bdsm, primal (predator/prey), praise, corruption, soft degradation, petplay, breeding, terato, omegaverse, worship, hierophilia, size difference, blasphemy: angels/demons, overstim, possessiveness, voyeurism, dirty talk, public play, knifeplay, wax, intoxplay and somno.

Limits: soft in yellow, hard in red.

my own degradation, playing with my chest, collaring me, cages, gaping, latex/leather, fisting, breeding w preg, my own orgasm denial, hypno. everything already in my DNI, lack of negotiation, hard degradation, extreme painplay, feminization, chastity, guro, bimboism, body mods (piercing/scarring), feeding/weight, stockholm syndrome.

Terms:

most masculine or neutral words are fine. petnames: angel, sire, master, darling, love. alpha or pup are earned. filthnames: pet, whore, bastard, cockslut, cocksleeve, fucktoy, boytoy, strap. my parts: chest, cock, tcock, wolfcock, knot, boycunt, boypussy, hole.

Tags:

i will usually tag post-specific kinks. feel free to ask me to tag. #alpha speaking. - my own posts #alpha's image. - my pictures #alpha.inbox - answered messages #dom txt. / #dom rb. - posts that resonate with my dominant side #sub txt. / #sub rb. - posts that resonate with my submissive side #art - erotic drawings, photographs, paintings #vid - usually p_rnography

#trans nsft #ftm nsft #ftm dom #ftm ns/fw #queer nsft #t4t nsft #gay nsft #pinned intro

[shotgun-collar]

Tagged by @violettskies !! <3

Last song: Bobby Sox by Green Day

Favorite color: Purple

Currently watching: not watching any shows but at this very moment I'm watching Jerma play Casino Inc

Last movie: Saw X

Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current obsession: Haunting Adeline (boo cringe)

Last thing googled: Yae Miko artifacts

Tagging @skarya @cyanide-latte @chi-ketsueki @herilps @requiemz @its-bunnyy @p-a-t-r-i-p @blog-de-segunda @kookietrbl + Any other mutuals that want to do it, listing everyone would take forever

#txt #tagged #answered

[sparatus]

Music Tag Game

tagged by [checks notes] @dandenbo and @commander-krios, thanks guys!!

RULES: write one song for every letter in your url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

i promise i will only use sabaton and powerwolf once each

S - Sermon of Swords || Powerwolf [spotify] [youtube]

P - Princess of the Night || Mono Inc. [spotify] [youtube]

A - Architects || Rise Against [spotify] [youtube]

R - Race to the Sea || Sabaton [spotify] [youtube]

A - Angels on Neon Wings || Dragony [spotify] [youtube]

T - Through the Ghost || Shinedown [spotify] [youtube]

U - Untot im Drachenboot || Feuerschwanz [spotify] [youtube]

S - Smoke You Out || Self-Deception [spotify] [youtube]

i aint tagging that many people whoever wants to do this one just say i tagged you okay ily

#councilor's notes #tag game