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moonbeamsandmayhem · 3 months

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pairing: rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader

warnings: dom/sub undertones, breeding kink if you squint, please let me know if I missed anything

NYE 1993 - 11:55pm, Time’s Square, NYC, Eddie’s penthouse

Eddie is completely drunk on your pussy. Right now, that wicked tongue you love to hate, is currently lapping at the mess along your thighs, slurping at the slick. He hums contently as you twitch with aftershocks within his grasp. Lovingly, tenderly, he kisses your sweet clit, chuckling when you squirm. “Sensitive, sweetness?” Eddie asks, blinking up at you with faux-innocence. “‘M sorry.”

“N-no, you’re not.” You hiccup and he flicks his tongue again triggering a soft hiss from you.

“Am too.” Eddie makes his way up your body, caging you in, his hair forming a curtain around you, framing his face. He was smiling at you, a mix of mischief with a splash of warmth. “So this is how you wanted to spend New Year’s Eve, huh? Could’ve been at a lavish party,” Eddie reaches down between the two of you, guiding his pierced member into your heat, stretching you nice and slow. He groans and you whimper, “But you wanted to ring in 1994 on my cock, baby?”

“Uh huh.” Is all you can muster. Your back arches and he takes advantage of the close proximity to your tits. Eddie leans down, lips pulling at a nipple, nibbling gently, his tongue lathing over the pert bud, before sucking hard. He feels you tighten around his dick and he smirks, his hips finding a steady rhythm.

It isn’t long before he has you screaming, hitting that spot inside you that you can never reach. “Oh, fuck - fuck - fuck - Eddie - fuck!” You’re soaking the sheets beneath you, and if it weren’t for the thousands of people downstairs waiting for the ball to drop and your own howls you’re sure you’d be able to hear the lewd, wet, sloppy sounds from between your legs.

“Aw, look at you,” Eddie grunts slowing it down and making you mewl, “Pretty little thing when you’re all fucked-out.” He glances out the big bay windows, confetti floating by as the crowds excitement begins to swell.

11:59pm

He turns his attention back to you, wrapping a ringed hand around your throat, his thrusts becoming more desperate, the headboard smacking against the wall, leaving a dent without a care.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6 —

Eddie’s other hand grasps your wrists to keep you in line. All the bravado replaced with hunger now, a feral need to make you both cum. He ups the ante, angling his cock in a way that makes you see stars. Your eyes roll back, and your jaw goes slack, on the precipice of oblivion.

5, 4,—

The metal head claims your mouth, swallowing your wails, you can taste yourself on his tongue.

3, 2, 1 —

12:00am, January 1st, 1994

Fireworks explode both outside and deep within your core. You give a muffled cry and he gives a grizzled groan into each other’s mouths as you cum together. You nearly blackout with this orgasm’s intensity, trying to twist away as he continues to thrust through it, filling you up.

After a moment or two, Eddie releases your throat and wrists, opting to kiss your nose which he’s satisfied to see you scrunch. He chuckles softly, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours, deep brown eyes finding your own. “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

“Happy New Year, Eddie.”

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stvharrngton · 3 months

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okay! I’d like to make a request of Steve and the reader going to a nye party but the reader is just so pretty and Steve “can’t keep his hands to himself” Harrington just wants to get his hands on her… but he has to wait🤭 and boy is he not patient. So long story short he is just trying to get the reader alone but every time an opportunity presents itself - someone disrupts and Steve is livid!

But then finally, Steve gets her alone and he can��t wait any longer so he just rips her tights and is absolutely ravishing her

Please and thank you and I love all your stories… especially your 2023 kinktober… It’s my favorite🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️❤️

happy belated new years my love 😅🤭 hope you enjoy!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, bathroom sex, fingering (f receiving), dom!steve vibes

word count: 2k

requests are open!

It was New Years Eve and you barely made it out of the house in one piece.

You were on your way to a party, Steve and yourself, an annual New Years party where all your friends would be. But you decided to wear that pretty little black dress, the one with the straps and the low cut neckline. The one that hugged your body in all the right places and Steve simply couldn’t help himself. How could you blame him?

He couldn’t help but stare at you the whole night. When you were chatting closely with Robin and Nancy in the corner, you felt his eyes on you. A coy smirk on his face when you finally caught his eye, his eyes raking over your body, up and down. He couldn’t take much more of it though, being able to look and not touch you. He needed you and he needed you now.

So he cornered you in the kitchen, when you were innocently trying to get another drink. He skulked behind you, snaking his arms around his waist, his lips hovering over your shoulders and neck, his warm breath making your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Hey,” he whispered in your ear, his lips kissing over the shell, “couldn’t help but notice how pretty you look tonight.”

You rolled your eyes but smirked at his words nonetheless. Extending your neck to the side to give him access to where he wanted to be. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips guided over your skin. Steve soon spun you around in his arms, backing you up into the kitchen counter, caging you in with his strong arms.

He leaned into you, his lips catching yours in a searing kiss. You smiled against his kiss, your fingers dancing up his chest until they reached the collar of his polo, gripping the material between your fingertips to bring him closer to you.

Just when Steve was about to slide his tongue along your bottom lip, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Steve let his forehead rest against your own, a sigh falling from his lips as he turned around. You peaked your head out from behind Steve to see Robin stood there with a grin on her face.

“Steve,” she murmured, “I need to, uh, can I steal your girlfriend away from your mouth for a second?”

You looked at him with a sheepish smile on your face, a subtle shrug from your shoulders and the word ‘sorry’ whispered from your mouth. He responded with his own smile, one final kiss to your lips before he spoke.

“We’ll pick this up later, yeah?” You only nodded before Robin dragged you away.

It carried on like this throughout the night, someone stealing you away at every opportunity and Steve had had enough. So when the clock struck midnight and everyone else was busy celebrating and cheering, drinking or kissing their partners he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and dragged you off to the nearest bathroom, closing the door and clicking the lock behind him.

“What, no New Year’s kiss for me, Stevie?” you teased, folding your arms over your chest.

Steve said nothing. He only crashed his lips against yours, holding your face in his large palms as he did so. Your arms immediately fell to your sides, your eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you hotly.

He moved his lips to your neck, down your collarbone and down to where your dress revealed your cleavage. Steve spoke between the wet kisses he was leaving over your skin, “Been trying to get you alone all damn night,” he hushed, breath hot against your skin, “this pretty little dress of yours has been driving me nuts.”

You could only smirk, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Maybe you intended to rile him up a little, knowing he loved this dress on you, loved how the material hugged all your curves, how the low cut neckline made your tits look amazing. Maybe you wanted this, wanted him to get you all alone so he could fuck you stupid.

Steve’s teeth nipped at the skin of your chest, sucking gently, surely leaving a bruise you would have to attempt to cover up later. His hands travelled down your waist lifting you so were sat atop the bathroom counter, the cold granite burning your hot skin through the material of the sheer black tights you wore.

He kept kissing you, on any part of your skin he could find, his hands hiking your dress up your body, past your hips until it sat around your waist. He gripped your thighs tightly, pushing them apart until he could see the pink lace beneath the sheer material. He brushed his fingers over your core, the hitch in your breath when he did so made his cock grow stiffer in his jeans.

So his fingers pinched at the material, pulling as hard as he could until he tore a hole in your tights, a hole right where he wanted to be. You shrieked in reply, a noise, thankfully, not loud enough to hear over the music downstairs.

“Steve!” you scolded him, swatting at his shoulder lightly. Steve simply responded with a roll of his eyes and a chuckle as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties, moving the material to the side and revealing your pussy to him.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed, “I’ll take you shopping and buy you ten new pairs. Promise.”

As desperately as Steve wanted to plunge his cock deep inside you, he couldn’t not tease you. He let his fingers rub at your clit softly before they travelled down to your hole, sinking a single digit inside, your wet walls engulfing him. The moan came out strained and whiney, your head rolling back as he teased you.

“Oh, look at her, baby,” he mewled, “she’s already so wet, huh? And it's all for me?” Steve held back a groan as he moved his finger in and out of you, over and over again, your wetness leaking down his finger.

“Steve, please,” you whimpered, begging your boyfriend with your eyelashes and your big doe eyes.

“Please what, honey?” he asked, voice smooth as silk. “You want my cock, is that it? Want me to fuck this sweet little pussy stupid, yeah?”

“Please,” you whined again, spreading your legs wider as if that would persuade him to give you what you wanted. And it did.

Steve unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. His boxers soon followed, his thick cock springing free from its confines. He wrapped his fingers around his length, stroking in slow motions as his warm brown eyes bore into yours.

“Ready, angel?” he whispered, lining myself up with your pussy, his thick head pushing through your folds, teasing up and down, catching on your clit.

You nodded furiously, pursing your lips together as your eyes watched carefully where you were about to be connected. Steve gripped your thigh to keep you spread, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You both moaned out at the feeling, the noise bouncing off the white tile of the bathroom.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned, his head rolling back, exposing his Adam’s apple and his thick neck. His pretty pink lips parted beautifully, his hand squeezing your thigh as the other still held the base of his cock as he pushed into you more, inch by inch.

Once he was fully inside, it wasn’t long before Steve was bottoming out, his thrusts picking up in speed, his thighs slapping against yours as he ravished you. You wailed out as the tip of Steve’s cock began to stroke against that sweet spot, your nails trying their best to grip the cool granite countertop.

Steve’s fat cock bullied its way in and out of your pussy, your tight, wet walls clenching his length. He took his lip between his teeth as he gripped both of your thighs, pushing them up against your stomach as you leaned back against the wall. He watched with intent as you swallowed him up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

You cried out in pleasure, tears forming at your lashes as you felt the pressure building at the core of your stomach. You did your best to let your hand slither between your legs to your clit, your fingers rubbing haphazardly at the swollen nub.

“Oh, baby,” Steve cooed, gripping your thighs harder, a grip so tight that would surely leave marks by morning, “you feel so fuckin’ good, been dreamin’ about this pussy all night, fuck. Tell me how good my cock feels, baby, hm? Taking it like the good girl you are.”

“I–, oh my God,” you whined, throwing your head back against the tiles, “you f-feel, fuck, Steve, you feel so good. So good. Your big cock feels so good filling up my tight little pussy.” You knew Steve loved a bit of dirty talk, that devilish grin always spreading across his features when the filthy words trickled from your mouth.

“Yeah, it fuckin’ does.” He chuckled, a groan tumbling past his lips shortly after. You were both close, the way your pussy clenched him with every thrust, the way his body tensed all over, the way both your moans got more frequent and high-pitched the longer his cock was inside you.

“Y’gonna cum for me, angel?” he asked, his hips snapping against your thighs vigorously, he had you practically bent in half in this position. “Want you to make a mess all over my cock, I, f-fuck, can’t hold it much longer.”

His words erupted the butterflies in your stomach, the thought of Steve being desperate to cum, desperate to fill you up had you reeling and your skin burning. You clung onto his biceps, your nails digging into the taut skin there, leaving behind faint crescent shaped marks. Your orgasm was around the corner and the moans and dirty words wouldn’t stop now, you were already too far gone, too far to care about anyone who may be lurking on the other side of the door.

“Oh, yesyesyes,” you cried in a wail, “‘m gonna fuckin’ cum all over that cock, shit, please don’t stop, Stevie.”

Steve’s eyes rolled back, his head following in tandem as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He forced his gaze back to you and your fucked out daze, “That’s it, sweet girl,” he cooed, “there you go. Let it all go, good girl.”

You were almost too delirious from your own climax to notice Steve had reached his. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, his body tense as his lips parted. Deep groans and grunts spilled from his mouth as he emptied inside you, whispers of oh please, oh fuck moaned into the air of the small bathroom.

It took you both a minute to compose yourselves, your chests heaving as you caught your breath. Steve pulled himself from you with a sigh, the cold air hitting the sensitive skin of his softening cock. His gaze falling to where his cum was leaking from your spent hole.

You went to move from the counter but not before Steve stopped you, “Easy there, tiger,” he teased, “let’s get you cleaned up before we go back out there.”

You both fixed your clothes, taking a final glance in the steamed up mirror to fix your makeup and hair. You went for the doorknob but not before Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you back into him.

He held you with one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist, thumb stroking over the material of your dress. “‘m sorry, you just look so beautiful tonight and I just got desperate,” he chuckled, brushing his lips against yours sweetly, ��I just had to feel you.”

Heat creeped up your cheeks, not for the last time tonight you were sure, a coy smile tugging on your lips as you returned the kiss, whispering against his lips, “S’ok, Stevie,” you hummed, “I like it when you’re desperate.”

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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Okay last request of the year.

Eddie kissing reader on new year’s eve and it’s her first kiss💞

The Stroke of Midnight | Eddie Munson x Reader

Wc: 942 cw: alcohol and fluff

Here you were, New Year’s Eve, at Steve’s. Single. Surrounded by couples. Everyone had been paired off. Every. Single. Person.

Robin and Vicky. Steve and Nancy. Hell, even all the kids had their little relationships. And here you were, an hour until midnight, and you would be kissing Mr. Snuffles, the family cat, at this point.

The party was fun, but the reality of the fact that you hadn’t ever been kissed by somebody, let alone getting a New Year’s Eve kiss, was settling in.

Eddie, your only chronically single friend, was supposed to be here. However, it’s now 11:26pm, and he was nowhere to be found. Honestly, you were a tiny bit relieved he wasn’t here. You had liked Eddie. Ok, liked is an understatement. You had a big, fat, massive crush on Eddie Munson.

Eddie was never one of your super close friends. You had been closer with the girls, but he was still a friend. Your group was together whenever you all had the time. You tried at least a few times a week to get together. Eddie was always sweet on you. He was a natural flirt; you were not used to that kind of attention. He makes you flustered in the best way possible.

So when he didn’t show, you were disappointed, but since he was the only singleton out of the group, you felt anxious about him being here...Would you have to kiss? Would he even want to kiss you? Would you be bad at it? What if you sucked at kissing, and he told everybody! What if you asked him, and he rejected you? That would be mortifying!

As you got lost in your thoughts and the sparkling wine you had been downing all night, you didn't hear the door open or anyone or greet the man who had entered the room.

"Hey, sweetheart, sorry I'm late." You snapped out of your thoughts, and standing before you was Eddie. Your stomach was in knots.

"Edde! Hi!" You said a little too enthusiastically.

"Woah, how many of these have we had tonight?" He asks, taking your champagne flute from your hand and sipping it a bit. If it was anyone else that took your drink, you'd be pissed. But it was Eddie. He didn't mean anything by it.

"Only a few." You turn into yourself shyly.

"Well, looks like I need to catch up." He winked. "Care to join me in the kitchen?" He gestured his arm out for you to talk in front of him.

"Okay," You smiled.

You check the TV for the NYE countdown. Seven minutes until midnight.

"I didn't think you were going to come."

"And not be with my favourite person to start the new year? Nah. Have to start off '88 right." He smiled before turning to open the fringe, and you swore your heart stopped.

"Oh," your chest and face immediately felt flush. Thankfully, the door was blocking you, so Eddie couldn't see the look of shock in your eyes. "So, uh... what took you so long?" you twiddled with your glass.

"Oh, I had to finish up some last-minute deals... you know. Nothing says Happy New Year like being high." he says before taking a shot.

"Woah, Munson starting off strong," Steve says as he enters the kitchen.

"Gotta catch up with this one; can't be the only sober guy at the party," Eddie pointed to you jokingly.

You just rolled your eyes as you topped off your glass for the cheers.

Steve grabbed his drink and then beckoned the both of you into the living room with the TV countdown. There were only a few minutes left until midnight.

Eddie took your hand and led you into the crowded room. You noticed everyone was paired off, sitting beside one another. As you scanned the area, you noticed that most of the seats were taken. However, Eddie confidently guided you towards a single high-backed leather chair, which could only accommodate one person. He then patted his lap warmly with a smile, gesturing for you to sit with him.

" I uh- you sure?" you stuttered.

"Yes, sweetheart, only a few more seconds until midnight; how am I supposed to kiss you from all the way up there?"

You threw all caution to the wind while thanking your lucky stars you didn't drink too much to be an absolute disaster.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six... the others chanted as you sat down in Eddie's lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder so you could face him.

Six.

You shuffled to get comfortable.

Five.

Eddie wrapped a sroong hand around your waist.

Four.

You looked into Eddie's eyes and took a deep breath.

Three.

Eddie smiled, and you smiled back. It was clear to the others around you that both of you were nervous.

Two.

Eddie nudged your nose with his own nose.

One.

Fireworks! You closed your eyes, and Eddie leaned in. His lips were a little chapped from winter but still soft and plush. He worked his mouth with yours as his hand came up to cup your left cheek. It was so natural, so easy, you couldn't believe how simple kissing was. You'd always thought it would be complicated. Or maybe it's due to the fact that Eddie was really good at it. You had nothing to compare it to, but he was really good at it.

Happy New Year! You heard the others cheer, breaking you out of your thoughts, and Eddie pulled away.

"Happy New Year, Sweets." He tilted your chin up to him.

“Happy New Year, Eddie." you whispered before he kissed you again.

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csuitebitches · 1 year

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On Being Socially Accepted / Well Liked

Human beings are sociable animals. No matter the degree of sociability, there’s a part of us that wants to be loved, nurtured and accepted by those around us.

I didn’t want to make a guide of how one should be likeable, because if you think a little - from all the people you like, do you like them for the same reason? Not necessarily. You may like one friend for their humour; another for being a solid person thick and thin; a third for their extroverted personality… we’re all different and should be!

Now, you may have certain qualities that you want in all your relationships, regardless of the person. For instance, I’m very adamant about transparency and loyalty. Loyalty to me doesn’t mean standing up for me even if I’m wrong - it means caring for me enough to tell me I’m wrong. However, these qualities wouldn’t make you likeable per se - they would make you accepted within a social circle.

So how does one become likeable?

1. Ease up on the doormat culture

You’ll notice that most of the people you like are capable of having an independent opinion and thought. People pleasers may come across as inauthentic and dicey, especially the ones who change their opinion to agree with the majority. So start cutting out the people pleasing behaviour.

2. Have hobbies

You’ll generally gravitate more towards someone who seems to have their life together as opposed to someone who doesn’t. I’m always keen to talk to someone who does something a little different in their free time. I remember talking to a physicist who also wrote poetry - I was very intrigued by his work, and I invited him to my NYE party along with his girlfriend.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with not having your life together as long as you’re at least trying to make it better. Hobbies don’t have to be expensive. It’s also a better way to expand your circle- not all your friends will enjoy pottery or tennis, for instance.

3. On emotional/ trauma dumping

The worst people to guide you in life, my father always told me, are your friends. Blind leading the blind.

Your friends may have a good heart but not necessarily good advice. Keep the trauma dumping to a minimal unless your friend is okay with you sharing more. Bear in mind that even as a listener, when you hear someone’s traumatic experiences, you may feel emotionally overwhelmed.

Never share your private experiences, current situations, drama, problems, gossip with acquaintances or friends who you’re not particularly close to. Trust me, it can be tempting to engage in catty behaviour but there’s a good chance it’ll bite you in the ass.

4. Figure out your strengths

I know what I bring to the table when it comes to friendship - gentle honesty, alternative solutions and perspectives to issues and I’m always a planner.

One of my friends is a blunt critic and I always speak to her when I know I need a reality check about life.

Another friend is very non judgemental, she’s the one I open up to about the weird things I think of.

A third friend is my party friend, who is 100% the life of the party and I love his energy.

We can’t share the same relationship with everyone. Understand your strengths and hone them.

5. Likeable people don’t care about being likeable

Become detached from this idea of “I want to be liked.” Rather than that, I feel the statement “I want relationships who accept me for who I am” make more sense. As you grow older, you’ll realise that this teenager definition of popularity is nothing but inauthentic bullshit. You deserve friends who care for you and cheer you on.

The idea of “I want to be liked/ popular” also low-key reeks of desperate behaviour. It shows that you don’t really care about your thoughts or opinions as long as you’re accepted and you’re ready to modify your opinions to fit in. That’s the worst way to making friends because you literally can’t be yourself.

6. Yes, looks do matter

Looks do matter to a degree. I don’t mean that in a sense of physical features - I mean it from a sense of grooming.

I’ve noticed that people will be taken more seriously if you look a certain way. That doesn’t mean you have to buy stuff until your money runs out - it just means being at a healthy weight, dressing well, practicing personal hygiene.

7. Observational skills

Whenever I’m at an event and I notice someone feeling left out, I go and talk to them.

I remember being in the shoes long ago and feeling uncomfortable going to places. So when I see someone in the same position, I try to be the person I wanted at that point of time.

It’s important to have keen observation skills but what’s even more important is dealing with it subtly. I remember a girl at a party wearing a dress with the price tag still attached to the neckline at the back. I casually went over, put a hand on her back, discreetly whispered that her tag was out, should I put it back in? She said yes, and I put the the tag inside her dress without people around us noticing me. Discretion is a must in life. Don’t shout your good deeds- do them, don’t get flattered by compliments when people tell you that you were nice, and just play it off like it’s not a big deal.

8. Being impolite

I read a study that polite people are harder to connect with. Overly polite people can be seen as boring and that you need more energy to talk to them because the conversation only revolves around a few “polite” topics (studies, career, life in general, how nice the establishment is, the weather, common friends… surface conversation). I’m not saying don’t be considerate - I’m saying don’t be overly polite. Don’t be over accommodating to other people. You can disagree with things respectfully. You can share a different perspective or crack a joke.

9. What are you like?

Are you better one on one or in groups?

I’m a much better person one on one. I resonate with people better when we have a conversation - when it’s a group, it’s just the usual hi-hellos.

You may prefer groups, if one on one conversations seem too vulnerable.

How do you figure this trait out? Ask yourself a simple question : if you had a meet a new person, would you rather meet them alone at a cafe or at a party with your friends?

Figuring this out is important because it gives you a sense of the relationships you value and how you can take them forward.

10. A balanced ratio of talking and listening

Try to listen more than you can talk. This advice is useless if you’re talking to an introvert. With most introverts I’ve noticed that they WILL talk to you - as long as they don’t have to make the first move. Once you set the ball rolling, they’re happy to talk.

So you have to understand how and when to switch being an active listener and speaker.

A simple generalised guide:

When dealing with extroverts: ask basic/ generic/ yes or no questions, give opposing opinions (most extroverts are generally up for a challenge) and listen more in the beginning, switch to talking more later.

When dealing with introverts: again, ask questions but you can make them more subjective than objective, less generic and definitely no yes/no questions. Talk more in the beginning and then listen more later, to make them comfortable.

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transmutationisms · 11 months

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i think you do a really impressive job balancing comprehensive/concise while referencing a lot of complex frameworks(contexts? schools of thought? lol idk what to call that. big brain ideas) but if you have any readings specifically on the institution of psychiatry topic that you would recommend/think are relevant, I'd be interested. it's absolutely not a conversation that's being had enough and I want to be able to articulate myself around it

yes i have readings >:)

first of all, the anti-psychiatry bibliography and resource guide is a great place to start getting oriented in this literature. it's split by sub-topic, and there are paragraphs interspersed throughout that give summaries of major thinkers' positions and short intros to key texts.

it's from 1979, though, so here are some recs from the last 4 decades:

overview critiques

mind fixers: psychiatry's troubled search for the biology of mental illness, by anne harrington

psychiatric hegemony: a marxist theory of mental illness, by bruce m z cohen

desperate remedies: psychiatry's turbulent quest to cure mental illness, by andrew scull

psychiatry and its discontents, by andrew scull

madness is civilization: when the diagnosis was social, 1948–1980, by michael e staub

contesting psychiatry: social movements in mental health, by nick crossley

the dsm & pharmacy

dsm: a history of psychiatry's bible, by allan v horwitz

the dsm-5 in perspective: philosophical reflections on the psychiatric babel, by steeves demazeux & patrick singy

pharmageddon, by david healy

pillaged: psychiatric medications and suicide risk, by ronald w maris

the making of dsm-iii: a diagnostic manual's conquest of american psychiatry, by hannah s decker

the myth of the chemical cure: a critique of psychiatric drug treatment, by joanna moncrieff

the book of woe: the dsm and the unmaking of psychiatry, by gary greenberg

prozac on the couch: prescribing gender in the era of wonder drugs, by jonathan metzl

the creation of psychopharmacology, by david healy

the bitterest pills: the troubling story of antipsychotic drugs, by joanna moncrieff

psychiatry & race

the protest psychosis: how schizophrenia became a black disease, by jonathan metzl

administrations of lunacy: racism and the haunting of american psychiatry at the milledgeville asylum, by mab segrest

the peculiar institution and the making of modern psychiatry, 1840–1880, by wendy gonaver

what's wrong with the poor? psychiatry, race, and the war on poverty, by mical raz

national and cross-national contexts

mad by the millions: mental disorders and the early years of the world health organization, by harry yi-jui wu

psychiatry and empire, by sloan mahone & megan vaughan

ʿaṣfūriyyeh: a history of madness, modernity, and war in the middle east, by joelle m abi-rached

surfacing up: psychiatry and social order in colonial zimbabwe, 1908–1968, by lynette jackson

the british anti-psychiatrists: from institutional psychiatry to the counter-culture, 1960–1971, by oisín wall

crime, madness, and politics in modern france: the medical concept of national decline, by robert a nye

reasoning against madness: psychiatry and the state in rio de janeiro, 1830–1944, by manuella meyer

colonial madness: psychiatry in french north africa, by richard keller

madhouse: psychiatry and politics in cuban history, by jennifer lynn lambe

depression in japan: psychiatric cures for a society in distress, by junko kitanaka

inheriting madness: professionalization and psychiatric knowledge in 19th century france, by ian r dowbiggin

mad in america: bad science, bad medicine, and the enduring mistreatment of the mentally ill, by robert whitaker

#sorry this is SO MANY things lmao #i wld recommend starting with harrington or scull as an intro and then maybe look at one of the more topic-specific texts #depending on what interests you specifically #book recs #psychiatry

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 9 months

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To Call You Mine, Drabble #1: Needy

Authors note: Takes place after NYE, before Ch 10

Summary: In the middle of the night your Omega is forced to deal with all of her surging hormones and everything they bring with them

Word count: 1455 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist TCYM Masterlist

Natasha huffs as she tosses the blanket off of her sweaty body, and quickly reaches for the glass of water beside the nest. She knew to expect hot flashes with the influx of hormones, but she hadn’t expected them so soon. She also hadn’t expected them to interrupt her sleep as often as they have been.

She sets the now half empty glass back on the nightstand, and tries her best to get comfortable again. She cuddles back against you in her usual little spoon position, but when her ass makes contact with your softened bulge she feels her body get even hotter. Only this time it isn’t from a hot flash.

She knows she shouldn’t because you're asleep, but she just can’t seem to stop herself from softly grinding back against you. It only takes a few movements from her for your cock to begin hardening, causing a groan to leave you while you still slumber. Thoughts of you waking up and pounding her until she can’t think anymore fill her head, making her already abundant slick drip down her thighs. Her walls clench around nothing and she finds herself unable to pull away from you.

After a few moments you shift in your sleep, moving to lay flat on your back. At first your Omega is disappointed, but when she sees how your cock strains against your boxers she realizes you've actually moved into a better position for her. She carefully straddles your waist and lowers herself against you. Your cock twitches as her still clothed core comes in contact with you, no doubt because her warmth and wetness can be felt through both layers of fabric. She slowly begins to move her hips and has to bite down on her lower lip to suppress a needy moan as you brush perfectly against her throbbing clit.

She doesn’t care about being subtle anymore, she needs you, “Y/n baby, wake up”

At first you aren’t sure what's awoken you, but when you hear your mate panting accompanied by the dampness and pressure against your boner you know what's happening

“Mmm, Omega? What are you doing?”

She smirks down at you, still grinding her hips, “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

“Feels like you're being impatient.” you tease, grabbing ahold of her hips to still her movements

She whines at the abrupt stop and reaches to pry your hands away, “Please Alpha”

As much as you want to give into her request, part of you hesitates, “Natty, I can’t. I don’t wanna risk hurting you, or the pup”

Though normally your caring nature and attentiveness to her would have her swooning, right now it only frustrates her. And she finds herself acting on those frustrations.

“Fuck me, or I’ll have to do it myself” she growls out, hands clutching the collar of your sleep shirt

You're taken slightly aback by her out of character demand, but you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t turned you on. You sit up slightly and plant a too soft and too short kiss against her lips, causing a frown to form on her face. You breathily laugh at her before giving in and sloppily begin to make out with her. She eagerly opens her mouth for you to deepen the kiss. Your grip moves to her hips and you begin to guide her back into the same movements she was doing earlier as the two of you continue to devour each other's lips. Eventually she pulls away, sucking in some much needed air as her hands move to grasp at your shoulders as her core slides against your bulge, and she does her best to muffle another moan by biting down on her lip again.

“If you're going to be needy for my cock then you better let me hear you” you tell her, going along with the gruff mood she's set while pulling her lip free with your thumb

She complies, immediately moaning as your hips begin to move in tandem with her own, your cock now harder than she's ever felt it, “Fuck….baby, please”

“Use you words Omega, tell me what you're begging for”

“You” she whimpers, “I need you, please”

You smirk at he, “You have me, I’m right here”

“I need your cock, and I need it inside me. Please, Alpha” she begs, looking at you with pleading eyes

You quickly flip your positions, pinning her beneath you against the nest, “Such a desperate little thing. I’m going to give you just what you want”

Without warning your strong hands rip her panties and shirt off, exposing her tits and soaked puffy cunt to your hungry eyes. You quickly pull down your boxers, letting your cock spring free. Your Omega squirms in anticipation as you line yourself up and slowly push yourself inside.

“Oh god!” she moans, grabbing ahold of your forearms for support as you stretch her open

“Fuck” you grunt, bottoming out inside her, “I love how you feel around me baby”

Unable to form words currently her mouth hangs open, and her head leans back. You lean forward and begin peppering her exposed neck in kisses as your hips begin to trust. Her nails dig into your skin as you hit that perfect spot inside her, but she still needs more.

“Harder” she whimpers

She feels you smirk against her skin before slamming your hips forward, causing her breasts to bounce. She can feel a bit of milk beginning to leak from them and she can only hope you notice this too. She loves the feeling of your mouth on her, drinking from her as you please her

Your mouth makes its way up her neck to her lips once more and easily slip your tongue inside her awaiting mouth. She softly sucks on the muscle, letting her own tongue caress yours. Eventually you become aware of your sleep shirt becoming damp in two places and you reach to squeeze one of her breasts

She presses herself further into your hold and whimpers, “

Your hips never falter as you toy with her, watching as milk dribbles from her pebbled buds and down to your fingers. After what feels like forever to the Omega you lean down and take her nipple into your mouth and start to suck.

“Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good” she moans, burrying her fingers in your hair as she holds your head against her

You moan around her as her sweet milk coats your tongue, you honestly are glad it’ll take a few more months for your pup to arrive because you aren’t quite ready to share with more than Dima. When you feel her hold let up you take that as your queue to switch to her other breast

“Yes! Fuck!” she moans as you thrust into her, causing her walls to flutter around you, “I'm so close Alpha, please knot me…need you to fill me up again, please”

You chuckle at her, “You're already full of my pups, but look at you. My personal little cum slut who just never wants to be empty of my seed”

You can tell she likes your degrading words based on how tightly her walls grip you, and your knot prods at her entrance. She wraps her legs around your waist to help pull you in and you lock into place with ease, sending her over the edge with you tumbling after.

After a few moments of catching your breath you look down at her and gently cup her face, “You alright? I wasn’t too rough?”

She looks up at you lovingly, “That was perfect baby, thank you. I’m sorry I woke you”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to apologize, or thank me. I’m always happy to take care of you. I love you”

She smiles as your hand caresses her small bump and begins to purr, “I love you too”

The two of you cuddle in silence for a few minutes before she looks up at you again, “Alpha, after I give birth and our pup is a certain age, do you think we could maybe try some more things in the bedroom?”

“What kind of things?” you ask, curiosity peaked

“Rougher things” You contemplate for a moment. While you’d love to explore some fantasies with her, you don’t want to hurt her. You don’t want her to think you're like Bruce.She seems to sense this, “You aren’t like him, and I’m not asking to be hit”

You nod, “Okay, then yeah we can talk about it, do some experimenting”

“Thank you Alpha” she excitedly says, kissing your cheek with a smile

“You're welcome Omega, now let's go get cleaned up”

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Happy New Year Sonny 💜 Hope you have had an amazing NYE 😊

Speaking of Ari's balls, I just had this thot of Ari making you do a countdown with his big fat cock in his mouth 😂 Imagine all that sloppyness and the ball worship 🤤🤤🤤🤤

happy new year bestie and thank you so much !! hope you had loads of fun and made lovely memories 🥰🫶

oh let’s make it a lil spicy: dad’s best friend!Ari has been looking at you all night, flouncing around the house in your new year dress, passing drinks, food and being the perfect little co-host.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grabs your arm when you pass by, his fingers cold from the bottle of beer, “your dad said he had something for me in his office?”

“Uh—oh, yeah! Something about old pictures from college? When you two played rugby?”

He smiles, gently entwining your fingers, “that’s it, you wanna bring me there before the countdown?”

And ofc you do. You lead him through the house, unknowingly swaying your hips. You talk to him in your pretty voice about how happy you are to be on break from university and Ari is so so so proud of you!

In your dad’s office, you bend over the stack of boxes to sift through the old photographs, “do you know the year of the pictures? My daddy organizes it by year.”

He takes a slow sip of his beer and locks the door. The floorboards creak as he sits in the big leather chair. “Before that, your dad tells me you’ve got a boyfriend?”

You turn around and gulp, eyes drawn to his thick thighs straining against his jeans. “He did?”

“Mhm, he’s upset that you’re growing up, he thinks you’ll get engaged this upcoming year.”

You huff, slightly embarrassed, “he’s over-exaggerating. Steve is too busy with his football career to propose but he’s—he’s a good guy, I promise!”

Ari bets he is. “You like guys who play sports?” He asks, leaning back and spreading his legs.

“Y-Yeah?”

He chuckles softly, “Bet you like being thrown around, bent and used like a doll… and you love ‘em bigger than you.” He runs a hand through his hair, “tell me, does this Steve guy know where to touch you, baby?”

Oh he does, but you can’t answer bc Ari is groping himself over his jeans, groaning under his breath. “C’mere, sweet girl, daddy needs your help.”

downstairs everyone is counting down and celebrating and cheering for the new year, but you’re on your knees in your father’s office, sucking Ari’s fat sack, and crying when he slaps his thick length on your wet cheeks.

“Does your boyfriend know you’re a sackslut?” He laughs mockingly at your muffled yes. “Oh he does? Do you suck his balls like this, baby? Choke yourself on his sack like a dummy?”

“Mhm, da-ddy.” You bubbler, saliva dribbles from your lips as you kiss up the girth, licking the beads of pre cum from the tip. “Luh it.”

Your makeup is smeared under your eyes and your lipgloss is ruined, but you’ve never looked better.

Ari rubs your head, guiding you down his cock, “if I would’ve known that, you and I could’ve done this a while ago—” his words break off into a grunt as you suckle the head, tracing the slit with your tongue, “we’ve got a lot to make up for, sweet girl, and I don’t fuckin’ care if your boyfriend finds out.”

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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 months

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Hello lovelies,

Long time, no posts. I hope you're all well and have had a great start to the new year! I haven't written in a long time so wanted to get back into it. I have a few one shots to post and a new series! I'm pretty sure my engagement on this platform is going to be awful but I really don't want to start fresh when I've posted so much work on here. Enough rambling for now though!

This is just a little NYE piece to get back into the swing of things.

18+ only. Minors DNI.

Content warnings: Smut with no plot, first time male receiving head, alcohol consumption (I think that's all).

Bucky Barnes x Female reader

The top floor of the Avengers Tower was booming with people. The New Years party was in full swing and the clock was slowly ticking. Bucky was currently sitting at the bar with a cold beer in hand. He hated parties but the team insisted he come, reminding him that he would just feel low being locked in his room alone.

His eyes caught yours across the room and you found yourself wandering over to him. “C’mon Buck, give me a smile” you sent him a cheeky grin of your own and placed your champagne glass on the bar beside his beer.

You had always had a special connection with Bucky. You were the only one in the tower apart from Sam and Steve who Bucky felt truly comfortable around. You regularly had movie nights and you introduced him to a lot of the modern ways of living. More recently Bucky was struggling to just be your friend, but dating was so much more complicated now and it was driving him insane. He couldn’t get you off his mind.

The corner of Bucky's lips immediately turned up and a small smile graced his usually grumpy face. You caught his eye the second you entered the tower. You were gorgeous and his jaw almost dropped seeing you in the little white dress you had picked to wear tonight. It hugged every curve of your body and Bucky couldn't help but let his eyes wander over every dip and bump that the dress hugged.

“There it is” you giggled as he sent you a shy smile. You engaged in small talk for a little bit before the countdown caught your eye. “Quickly Buck, we need to find you a new year's kiss!” you hopped down from your seat at the bar and took his hand in yours.

“Woah there, I didn’t agree to that” Bucky’s body barely moved an inch and he swiftly pulled you back into his side.

“C’mon it’s tradition” your eyes peeked up at him through your lashes as the clock counted down the last two minutes of the year.

“Who’s your kiss?” he asked, leaning into your ear as the noise level in the room raised with excitement.

“I..I don’t have one”. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to Bucky. His metal hand rested on your waist and his face was awfully close to your own.

Ten…nine… The countdown began and Bucky’s eyes met yours. “I guess you’re stuck with me then”.

Three

Oh my god, Bucky was going to kiss you.

Two

The same Bucky who you had a crush on for months.

One

Bucky was finally kissing the girl of his dreams.

Happy New Year!

The tower erupted in cheers, confetti poured down from the ceiling and the sounds of party blowers echoed throughout.

Bucky's lips gently landed on yours, gently pecking your lips before his hand moved to the back of your neck and pulled you in closer.

“God you’re perfect” he groaned as he pulled away. A deep red blush coated your cheeks.

“Kiss me again Buck”, it came out as a whisper but Bucky heard. A cocky smirk took over his features as Bucky leaned in again. The kiss was deeper this time, less gentle and a little more rushed.

“Go Tinman!!” Sam hollered from across the bar and Bucky pulled away. Glaring at his friend, he flipped Sam off and took your hand in his, guiding you to the elevator.

“Sorry, I..uh thought we could go for a wal..” Buck’s sentence was cut short by you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

His hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you up into his embrace. The kiss was messy, all tongue as the elevator rode down to his floor.

“Fuck” he groaned out as your hips bucked gently against him. The ding of the elevator signalled that you had arrived at Bucky's floor and he expertly managed to walk you both to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck. Your hands moved to unbutton the dress shirt he wore and his hands found their way to the zip of your dress.

“Wow”, Bucky paused the kiss to take in your upper half as the dress bunched at your waist. His hands immediately started to play with your tits. His fingers gently rolling the buds between his fingers. “God, you’re perfect, you know that…getting me so hard” his lips were back on your neck, gently nipping at your collarbone. “Can you feel that sweetheart? Feel how hard you make me?” his hands moved to grind your hips against his growing bulge and his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Fuck Buck” your back arched into him as your hips started to grind harder against him.

He lifted you up with ease, pulling your dress down and unbuckled his belt. As he moved to take off his pants, you started to trail kisses down his chest and stomach before dropping onto your knees.

“Your lips feel like heaven sweetheart” Bucky groaned as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. “Oh my god, fuck” Buckys hands wrapped around your hair. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his shaft. “Jeez sweetheart, n…no one’s ev..ever done this before”. Your eyes widened at his admission and he chuckled at the reaction. “I think it’s a modern thing”.

You sent him a cheeky wink and hollowed your cheeks, taking him further down your throat, desperate to hear the noises he makes again. “Oh fuck, feels so good sweetheart…your mouth his heaven…oh..oh fuck…’m close.. Slow…slow down sweetheart gonna make me, Fuck”.

You pulled back off his cock and ran your tongue up and down his shaft. “You’re gonna be the death of me” Bucky groaned out as he watched your hand disappear under your panties before wrapping your lips around his cock again.

This time Bucky's hips gently rocked into your mouth, careful not to force too much of his cock at once. “Fuck sweetheart, I can hear that little pussy, fuckkkk… can hear how wet you are. You like sucking my cock? You like making me feel good?”.

Your moans vibrated against his cock and Bucky could feel his legs shake at how good you made him feel. He watched the way your hand gradually worked faster against his clit and he could feel your movements getting sloppier as your eyes glazed over.

“You gonna cum sweetheart? Gonna cum all over your hand while you suck my cock?” his high was getting closer and the hazy look that filled your eyes tipped him over the edge. His cum filled your mouth and he watched as you shook as you came on your fingers.

“Good girl” he praised before lifting you and laying you on the bed. He gently placed his lips on yours before slowly kissing his way down your body “God, I can’t wait to taste you sweetheart…”

Thank you for reading <3

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psychelis-new · 1 year

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pick a pile: "Meeting The One"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about the possible signs, synchronicities or events that may occur to you when you meet or right before meeting your destined person (future spouse/partner, the last person you will fall in love with in this lifetime). I will try to channel some infos about the meeting itself (I haven't done it yet, so... just check your pile to see).

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. Also, you're in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

There could be a party or celebration (could even be Christmas, NYE or anything), maybe a fair, or somewhere where there are food and fun things to do. Maybe even a concert or music/race event. Cotton candies, ice creams, or something like that can be relevant. You'll probably be enjoying with friends or family members, having lot of fun and feeling like a child again. There's the energy of going back to good days, feeling free and relieved, very calm. It's like you are in a place (mentally) where you know things can actually be good for you, and you're kinda in control of your fears and emotions. It could be at evening/night, with a very low light. But somehow you'll end up being noticed by your person: you may be doing/Saying something that kinda moves the attention of the closer crowd on you or simply, being destined, they can see you no matter how many people and low light you're surrounded by. You shine on your own to them. I think they may approach you and probably ask you to go with them (for some: maybe someone hits you unvoluntarily and your ice cream falls so your person will offer you to buy a new one, even if it wasn't their fault -maybe their friend's though-). You'll probably think if to follow them and separate from your friends/family (you may not trust their intentions immediately, but there are many people around), but you'll follow your heart. You're gonna know if you can trust them. I think your Guides will send you some kind of permission too (maybe you'll feel it, or see a bird or an angel number -very likely this last one- around, that you know it's your sign to trust this person). You may even end up dancing alone with them to some kind of music. This person seems fun.

songs: god's menu | stray kids; fade away | lucky daye

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pile 2

I feel it can happen on a cozy afternoon/evening. Maybe on the way back home from work/school. It could be sunny for some, rainy for others. The type of weather will only move the location of the meeting, you're gonna meet them anyway (e.g. if it's sunny you may meet while riding your bycicle in a park or enjoying the warm sun rays -maybe they're running in the same place or sitting on a bench nearby; if it's raining, you may meet up while finding shelter in a bar or public place, you're gonna smile at each other being soaked). You literally won't expect to meet them, maybe the day didn't start too well for some; for someone else instead, it's gonna be a moment in which things are starting to get better: even at work, you may have had some problems with colleagues, but that day things will suddenly turn for the good (you may have even gained a promotion out of nowhere). It's like this person, being in your energy, brings you good luck. And around your meeting you're gonna experience a shift for the best in your life: from mood, to work, to love as well with them appearing (but in relationships in general, even colleagues family and friends). You'll both literally manifest each other. Before meeting them, you may had doubts about your abilities, and felt lonely for a while as if your life was just a mess in all fields (career and love in particular, maybe friends/family too); you've probably tried to manifest your person for a while but life came in between and you almost lost your hopes. But your prayers will been noticed by your Guides and when you least expect (when the time will be right), you're gonna be given what you wish for (and they too -feels like mirror energy).

songs: show me the meaning of being lonely | backstreet boys; you're the one that i want (grease) | john travolta, olivia newton-john

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pile 3

I think this is the pile that may gets messages and signs through music, messages/words and images. Sometimes angel numbers too. Some of these signs may not be always clear, you need to be open to see them: sometimes you may not see them, especially when you feel upset and search for signs in the wrong places. You may see things like a waterdrop shaped as a heart, or something like that (like in your pic, near the donut... can you see the little heart?). You probably know that there's someone in contact with you on a higher level (maybe you have a telepathic connection too, or you just feel them around), that you are destined to meet this person and be with them, but sometimes you may get lost in your past thoughts. You may even kinda lose hope, fearing that they will never arrive or not find you. But they're your destined person, they'll find you anyway (the "how" is not your problem, you only need to trust). This fear/overthinking is delaying your meeting cause you're not open enough to being guided to (and by) your person. It seems you're gonna meet them the moment you'll learn how to keep a quiet mind, be yourself, be brave, and not be scared to see that things can actually change. You may even get a job offer around the same period (maybe even from your person). You will be aware of your power, despite still having doubts (those are normal, we're humans and we'll always have doubts here and there: the important thing is to not let them stop us and our dreams), you're gonna feel more confident in your skin. You're gonna be of help to others somehow (maybe being more socially involved, or with an idea/project or something), you'll bring happiness and share positivity around you, you'll act with love and this will bring your person in too. A new love for you. As easy as.

songs: yours to keep | jordan mackampa; come undone | duran duran

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pile 4

Could be near water (sea or ocean in particular but it doesn't have to be so), or could be around kids. Maybe one of you is baby sitting, or a teacher or just trying to be kind with a kid met in a park or on a metro... situations can be very different. You may feel moved by their kindness and cuteness and find yourself smiling at them. They may wink back at you, making you blush? You two... Okay this was very specific though. You or them, may make a bold move (maybe one of you can help/save a kid too), and... you probably had lost hopes about love, but this person will change it all, they will restore your faith in love and humanity. You are not supposed to know much more about signs and all, it seems like a gift and a big surprise for you. But know that you're gonna be guided to meet this person soon. Trust, even if you cannot see it, there's someone so loving for you, willing to do anything for you. They're gonna take care of your fears and anxiety as well (may be a doctor tbh, not just for kids, but maybe even a vet; or a conselour). They will help you be more in your power. They're gonna gift you so much self control and confidence. You are gonna be able to talk with them about anything really. I'm hearing "smooth" (from convo to skin.. your choice). They won't ever judge you, they just wanna help you and comfort you. They're gonna make you shine again. If you feel lost (or you gonna feel so before meeting them) and like there's no tomorrow, they'll help you rebuilt your hopes and fire inside. They literally gonna heal in you in any possible way (if ykwim -I'll keep this clean). Okay, it could also mean for some (seen the last song I got) that they're gonna be your... sugar daddy. And will want to spoil you. Again take as resonates. I feel a lot of you will choose this pile and things can really differ for each one of you.

songs: the flames beyond the cold mountain | mono; sugar daddy | qveen herby

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indestructibleheart · 3 months

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Thank you for the tag, @kiwiana-writes and @hippolotamus! @cha-melodius also tagged me in her "first sentences of 2024" post, and... well, this little snippet qualifies for that too!

I am hoping to have this done over the weekend, but for now... Have a snippet of my Doctor Who Festive Special AU, featuring Pez as a Timelord and a NYE timeloop in Paris:

June, Nora, and Bea widen their triangle to make room, and the five of them make a tight circle in the crowd of strangers. The formation happens naturally: Nora to the left of Alex, Henry to his right, then June, with Bea squeezed between her and Nora. Henry clearly has no idea what to do with his limbs, though, so Alex gets his hands on his hips to gently guide their rhythm. Seeing this, Bea whoops, and Alex enjoys watching the blood rush to Henry's cheeks more than he did earlier. "All in the hips, sweetheart," he says, just to watch Henry's blush deepen. And the DJ must have one hell of a megamix because Alex swears they get through banger after banger—at least fifty different songs—before the countdown starts. It should only be, like, twenty minutes, but time feels syrupy as the whole crowd moves together under the stars. It's the kind of fun Alex was looking for tonight. It's more than he'd hoped for, actually, as Henry loosens up beneath his hands. He's goddamn beautiful in the flashing, colorful lights, and Alex never, not in a million years, expected this. Eventually, Nora's back ends up against his as their little circle narrows, and Henry's hips get closer until they're practically flush with Alex's. A gentle touch in a storm, Henry's hands rest lightly against his chest. The scratch of the record indicating the start of the countdown makes Alex jump, but then the five of them huddle together to count backwards from ten. Alex realizes they're sectioned off again, too: the girls back in a triangle formation, and Henry's blue eyes staring into his. When they get to 'four,' Alex moves to wrap his arm around Henry's neck. "Three!" Henry moves his arms around Alex's waist. "Two!" Alex rolls up onto the balls of his feet, closing some of the gap between his lips and Henry's— —but, instead of fireworks lighting up the sky, the night goes completely black. The music is replaced by a persistent banging, and Alex's head is suddenly throbbing. "Alejandro! Get your ass out of bed." Nora calls between knocks. "If you're not downstairs in two minutes, we're going to the patisserie without you." Grumbling from under the sheets, Alex blindly reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check the time: 9:01 A.M., December 31st "Fuck, okay, I'm up."

Tagging some lovelies under the cut (in alphabetical order lol), even though it's only Wednesday for another 30 minutes here. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@blackandwhiteandrose, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @duchessedepolignac, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @sparklepocalypse, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

#m:wip #wip:snippet #series: aotash?

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kadavernagh · 8 months

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You may recall I gave away books in the past. I have more that need new owners. My brother was misinformed and thought I would benefit from these.

Consider a Cave II: A Guide to Suitable Cave-living in Coastal Maine

Beyond the Autopsy Table: Cutting out all of your Rude Habits like a Dead Organ

What would Bill Nye do? Better Choices Than You Make

The Official Manual to Stop Making People Regret Meeting You

Just Imagine Them Dead: Visualizations for People who Hate People

Mime Monthly Magazine: The Silent Issue! Stop Talking, You Really Shouldn't

Regan I Swear to God, by Reilly Kavanagh

Please take them.

#starter

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voxofthevoid · 3 months

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You seem in and ask-y mood so what is your opinion on omegaverse bitching? (The act of an alpha fucking another alpha in an act of dominance and degradation. In some instances if an alpha is bitched enough/the right way, they can turn into an omega)

While we're on the topic what's your opinion on omegaverse non-alpha/omega pairings? You used to be super into omegaverse (and I'm reading your backlog) so I was curious. I don't think you've done a/b/o in jjk yet?

Haha, yeah, I'd reblogged a pretty fun ask game. But my inbox is always open.

I hate bitching. It strikes me as the omegaverse version of "dom breaking," and it makes me want to stab things with a toothpick. I get why it appeals to people, but it's emphatically not my thing. I might read it in pure wank material with original or unfamiliar characters, but if I so much as see a mention of it in my fandoms, I'll block and fuck off.

As for non-alpha/omega pairings, I enjoy them and have written them. While I've mostly written alpha/omega, my favorite dynamic is actually alpha/alpha (sans bitching lmao). I like the potential in it, from characters repressing their instincts to wild, violent sex that comes from clashing instincts. I'm very picky about it though, especially when it comes to the latter kind. I'd prefer to write it more than read it.

And Nye. Nye. I'm stil into omegaverse. I have written omegaverse for JJK—you've read it. You've left comments too.

There's baby blue, the role reversal fic with alpha!Yuuji and omega!Gojou. I also spent most of Dec and Jan posting WIP Wed snippets for taking the flesh is the only virtue, an alpha!Yuuji/beta!Nanami/omega!Gojou fic.

I've also got a bunch of omegaverse plot bunnies for JJK:

i was born of the womb of a poisonous man: alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou with heavy grooming

of all the deadly sins, he's lucky seven: alpha!Yuuji/omega!Sukuna + alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou dubcon

before i fall for you (and get back this wasted youth): alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou extreme relationship fuckery

sacrifice your consent for me: alpha!Yuuji/omega!Gojou dubcon where Gojou deliberately triggers Yuuji's first rut

biology will mix the cocktail of a lifetime: alpha!Yuuji/omega!Gojou that's old men porn with lactation kink

i want a taste of divinity (at whatever altar you made for me): alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou with age reversal

i am like decay (i rot the ground that guides your way): alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou first-time rut sex

As you can tell, I favor a/a over a/o, but I keep writing the latter more lmao.

#nylazor #i love my anons

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