#d/s universe

[starker-sorbet]

Dom Tony drawing up a basic contract with Peter in order to help his mentee as he settles into his new designation as a sub

D/S universe for @starkerfestivals Kinktober

[ketchupcrisp]

Happy Fic Friday, my wonderful pals! It's Dissolution's turn today, and a chapter I am super excited to share with you all. I hope you enjoy!

[whataboutthefish]

and then you came

and then you came

My submission to the @bigbangharringrove Big Bang 2023 event.

Now Complete

Author: @whataboutthefish (Ao3: what_about_the_fish) Artist: @lucadoodledoo (Twitter) Beta Reader: @kallisto-k (Ao3: DragonsIre)

Summary: After having escaped his father’s grasp, Billy Hargrove finds himself in California working his dream job as a lifeguard and masquerading as a Dominant. The charade comes to an end when he’s brought to his knees and beaten by a gang of Doms causing trouble on his beach. Steve is an EMT who happens to be a Dominant and who’s called to the beach to help Billy. What he finds is an uncollared, unclaimed Submissive and offers his help. Without it, Billy is destined to end up in government care with an appointed Dominant of their choosing. What starts as a platonic dom/sub relationship quickly grows as Billy finds a side of submission he’s never experienced before with a Dominant different from any he’s ever met in his life. Rating: E

Word count: 110k Pairings: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove Content Tags: BDSM, D/s universe, D/s secondary gender, Submissive Billy Hargrove, Dominant Steve Harrington, Abusive Neil Hargrove, Physical assault, EMT Steve, Lifeguard Billy, Violence, Forced submission (non-con), Subspace, Sub drop, Dom space, Dom drop, Kneeling, Collars, Dom voice, Hand feeding, Spanking, Bratting, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Safe words, Aftercare, Loss of virginity, Cock warming, Anal sex, Blow jobs, Mild pain play, Butt plugs, Topping from the bottom, Bondage

Fic now complete

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[driftsart]

TERMINUS REDESIGN :D KDKDKDKDKSKJDS

I love him sm you guys don't understand...

[raycatzdraws]

ribbonwood

[anghraine]

kjfd;jkadj my last two posts collided in my mind—the one I just posted, about Kirk and Uhura not only caring intensely about each other behind their professional personas, but also handling said personas in essentially similar, synergistic ways as communications and commanding officer + the ramble last night about how I haven't yet found a fic that takes up the concept of Kirk making a fantastic psychologist (I've only seen direct role-reversals with him and Spock thus far) that's mentioned all the way back in S1 of TOS.

The psychologist!Kirk post basically split into two scenarios which I babbled more about in tags: one where Spock is captain, most likely of an all-Vulcan Starfleet vessel like the Intrepid until Kirk is transferred to that ship as part of some human-Vulcan collaborative effort going on, and another where they're still on the Enterprise, with Spock remaining chief science officer and Kirk as head of the psychologists and counselors on board. The TOS psychologists are always science division, so in that version, it's Dr. Kirk answering to Spock (likely his direct superior would be McCoy but ~mysteriously he ends up working more directly with Spock).

But I did think idly, "I wonder who the captain would be if it's neither Kirk or Spock, the next in the canonical command chain is Scotty, but I don't see that at all, certainly not McCoy, I'm not sure Sulu is all that suited to it at this point—"

BUT UHURA. CAPTAIN UHURA. Her age is never mentioned in TOS and I don't care about anything else for these purposes, but iirc Nichelle Nichols was actually close in age to Nimoy and Shatner, so it doesn't beggar belief that she could have gotten so far, so fast. And her professional accord with Kirk makes her a less plot-disruptive choice than someone really dissimilar like, idk, Pike or whomever.

SO. In this scenario, Spock is Captain Uhura's unflappable chief science officer/XO, Kirk is essentially her Troi (still virtually psi-null—just an incredibly incisive and adaptable judge of people and perfectly ready to share his observations with Uhura), Scotty is still living his best life communing with the warp drive, and McCoy is basically unchanged.

Kirk's notoriously demanding class at the Academy (implied to be a philosophy one in TOS) was an ethics course informed by his specialization. Elizabeth Dehner worked directly with him before, well, events, and he's along on the attempt to stop Mitchell and Dehner. The "Dagger of the Mind" mission is an Uhura-Kirk field trip. Uhura defies Starfleet to get Spock to Vulcan without even knowing why—Spock won't explain and Kirk won't break his confidence, but she knows whose judgment she values most and her trusted chief counselor >>>> some asshole admiral. Uhura also goes on a bunch of planetary exploration missions as captain, still in her mini-skirt and boots and winged eyeliner (though her clothes don't get torn quite as much as Kirk's), and is a natural diplomat who is not above a) lies or b) fighting if necessary. Something like "The Corbomite Maneuver" is resolved largely the same way, for instance.

Spock and Kirk still play chess games that Spock more often loses, but this regularly happens in the science labs. McCoy and Kirk are still old friends and regularly talk shop with some mildly illegal beverages involved. Uhura is split into Good Uhura and Evil Uhura that one time but is also still the one to bring the tribbles onboard.

I'm going back to outlining my f/f K/S AU but. do you see the vision

[the-red-butterfly]

In My Life

Thingol & Luthien (Tolkien universe)

A submission for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024! @fall-for-tolkien Slide 95

This was inspired by the song "In My Life" from the "Les Misèrables."

Listen. LISTEN. The song is literally perfect for them 😭 At least in my heart, I dunno. I'm getting emotional again.......

Also, I can't believe how much I liked the little figures that I did, ngl, in a very rushed way 😂 Guess I should do things like that more often...

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Open for Commissions

[ketchupcrisp]

Happy first Fic Friday of the year, my friends!

[illegiblehandwriting1]

"Sky, wait. Wait!" He grabbed Sky's wrist. "We love you. I love you! You do know that, right? You know I love you. Right?" 

Sky stared at him, his bright blue eyes widening. Was that…was that shock? 

"Right?" he pleaded. He felt his face crumple into something desperate, something scared. There wasn't enough left in him to hide it. “C’mon, Sky, tell me you know that. Please, tell me you know that!" 

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i think that's my favorite fucking thing right now. Just letting you guys know.

[kitweewoos]

because you're mine

Tommy brings Evan home from the market one afternoon, and makes Evan get himself off as punishment for all the people who touched him.

Part 1 of in every universe

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Additional Tags:

Not Canon Compliant

Evan "Buck" Buckley Is Not A Firefighter

Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Dom/sub

thigh riding

Dry Humping

Dom Tommy Kinard

Sub Evan "Buck" Buckley

Daddy Kink

Praise Kink

Collars

Top Tommy Kinard

Bottom Evan "Buck" Buckley

Coming In Pants

[read it now on ao3]

[eldritchdemigodskywalkers]

i just saw THIS ice-cold take in the notes section of a "which star wars character should have an abortion" poll:

#shmi not being pregnant would have solved a *lot* of problems

which… NO????

because here's the thing: at NO point did palpatine's plans to take over the galaxy hinge on the existence of anakin skywalker.

the ONLY reason he decided to gaslight gatekeep groom that child is to have him as a Trophy to symbolize the "triumph" of the sith over the jedi, the dark side over the light.

…okay, so let's say, for the sake of argument, that anakin really had NOT been born, for whatever reason. THIS would be how it would have probably gone:

the phantom menace would have gone similarly to canon at first. but even Assuming that padmé, her handmaidens, and her jedi protectors manage to leave tatooine alive, there would have been no one to blow up the trade federation warship. naboo would have been devastated. palpatine would have become chancellor anyway.

and in the aftermath, it's very likely that the clone wars would have started several years early, as early as A Decade Early with the naboo blockade.

order 66 would have still happened: it's in the chips (or if you go by legends canon, in the indoctrination), and anakin had nothing to do with any of that. there would be no vaderkin to lead the purge, so there might be more jedi survivors, but that's about it.

palpatine would still be able to make himself emperor through his expert political maneuvering: he didn't just sit on his backside for 10 years as chancellor while anakin was still in jedi training in canon, after all.

and assuming that the "chosen one" prophecy holds true, No One Would Have Been Able to Stop Him.

so what problems WOULD anakin not being born have "solved", per se? in terms of overall galactic history, he's barely more than a footnote in the history books anyway… save for his final act of self-sacrifice to yeet his abuser out of the land of the living.

(and if you Insist on going by disney canon, even THAT got negated, so what would be the point anyway?! just incapacitating palpatine enough so that someone ELSE can deal the final blow?! witch, please, i Know star wars is pain, the entire Fandom knows that, but can't you just let the poor man who has never breathed a full day free in his life have a SINGULAR W in his life for ONCE?!!?)

and even then, that's not counting all the other, smaller acts of GOOD that anakin did throughout his lifetime that DID have a lasting impact on others' lives but might not have made the history books, Especially before his fall: he was a good kid who helped his community and family and friends and even strangers (even while literally enslaved and having nothing to his name), he was padmé's life partner and safe space to be (and find) herself and be happy, he trained ahsoka into a reasonably functional adult, etc.

all of that might not have necessarily happened had anakin not existed. even if it Could have happened, it would likely have been much harder than if he Had been there, and a net zero impact on the galaxy is still a relative positive compared to an overall negative impact. heck, -10 is still a more positive number than -1,000 on the number line.

TL;DR: palpatine's galactic sith domination plans did NOT depend on the existence of anakin skywalker, but the cosmic agenda to stop palpatine DID. that's why anakin was born as "the chosen one" in the first place. that is Literally the POINT of the OG saga.

[the-red-butterfly]

Dior Wanders The Woods

Dior Eluchil (Tolkien universe)

A submission for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024! @fall-for-tolkien Slide 71

Dior my beloved. Never got the time to grow up really (,: Sorry for inserting the sads where there's no need 😂

I have to say I REALLY like how the first one came out. I have my reservations on how Dior looks on the second one though 👁

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Open for Commissions

[heartstringsduet]

The desire to make it to 100k for A Few Moons Ago this year. vs. The desire to finally write the next Let Me part, mostly because I want to write the one after since I started this and why am I like this

[whatwooshkai]

18!!

Boulder taps the tips of their digits together. "I have a question."

"What do you need?" Blades asks. He's putting up a garland around the perimeter of the basement, something he's been working on for days now. There are tiny little hand made models of their alt modes, trees, rocks, and other oddities that Boulder can't identify, made out of yarn big enough to hand knit with.

They're cute, and quite nice. Really bring a homey air to the place. "I need a bit of code altered."

Blades' helm whips around so fast he nearly falls over. He searches Boulder's face, but apparently doesn't find what he's looking for, because his face sets in a panicked frown and his rotors start flicking erratically. "You can't be serious."

"I'm serious," Boulder says, clasping their hands behind their back. "You're our medic, so I assumed-"

"Boulder, I am a field medic at most," Blades stresses, and some of his loose garland starts to flutter from the breeze created by his rotors. "I have no credentials. Hell, the only reason I know as much as I do is because Heatwave gets hurt so often it's all trial and error! They would never let me into the Academy, you know, they'd probably ban me from ever practicing-"

"Blades," Boulder says gently, but Blades' talking only gets more frantic.

"But code? Boulder, I can barely understand my own code, you really want me poking around in your helm? What if I mess something up? I could completely fuck up your coding, and I couldn't live with myself if I did that, living with unfulfilled protocols is horrible I can't imagine living with something broken-"

"BLADES!" Boulder shouts, and the helicopter shuts up, but his rotors are still flapping.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "I just don't think it's a good idea."

"It's something I can do myself," Boulder starts carefully, holding their hands out placatingly. "I just need a spotter."

The flapping dies down a little. "A spotter?"

"Yes, a spotter." Boulder clasps their hands again, this time against their chest. "Just in case."

"Just in case," Blades parrots, hugging his arms around himself. "What exactly do you need done?"

Boulder chews on their lip. "I just..." they trail off, trying to figure out how to phrase this. The pressure of the air has been changing all day, the sky getting darker, little beads of condensation appearing on their frame- the telltale signs of an oncoming storm. Someone like Blades would be able to better detect the changes in the atmosphere with his sensitive rotors, but Boulder doesn't have anything like that. And well... "I want to quiet a fear response."

Blades' face changes immediately. "Oh, Boulder," he says. "You can't just shove that down, you have to-"

"That's not what I meant," Boulder gently interrupts. "It's a fear response that's useless to me now. And it's going to storm."

"Oh." Blades' field reaches out in understanding, and Boulder brushes it with reassurance from their own. "You're scared of thunder."

"Not thunder. I want to experience it."

"The noise."

"Yeah."

Blades sighs. "Alright. I'll spot."

They find themselves on the floor, sitting with their legs crossed, across from each other. Their wrist ports are open and Blades has unspooled the cable from next to his, handing it to Boulder to let them plug in.

They do without much fanfare, initiating handshake protocols, and then Boulder guides Blades to the corner of their processor where all their instincts from their past as a miner lay dormant.

Well. Dormant-ish.

Where is it? Blades' voice is nice, inside of Boulder's processor. Warm and buttery smooth, but still somehow with a nervous lilt. It's kind of cool, the way it bounces around.

Here. Boulder pulls up the protocol and with it a memory- a huge bang that rattles the cavern and sends dust and pebbles showering down over Boulder and their coworkers. They dive for their positions, curling into balls, preparing for the worst. The fear is bone deep. Blades' very presence shivers with it. I want to be outside.

I know.

Blades' presence seems to hold them steady as Boulder dips their hands into the code. It shifts like water beneath their digits, slippery as they grasp for the strands that connect to their emotional core. They pinch and tie the line with a few more lines- simple things they'd been practicing doing, just extra stimuli needed to activate the protocol itself, like falling rubble, and suppressing it when rain registered as sensory input.

Boulder sighs as they finish up, letting it slip back out of their hands. Blades' relief is palpable, and it washes comfortingly over Boulder, then nestles in their spark even as they disconnect from each other.

"That wasn't so bad," Blades hums, mostly a reassurance to himself.

"Not at all," Boulder agrees.

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That night, Boulder faces the rain.

[ketchupcrisp]

As promised, an early update this week because I will be Shaking It Off with Ms. Swift tomorrow.

I am both eager and anxious to see what you all make of this update to Dissolution. And I have lots of meta-rambling about the chapter to do if folks want to discuss it further! (Just please don't yell at me baha.)

Love you all!

(Gratuitious Dorito-shaped Steve gif just because,)

[whataboutthefish]

WIP WEDNESDAY (on Monday)

I was tagged by @snowviolettwhite

A snippet of my Harringrove Big bang. Set in a D/s universe Sub!Billy DaddyDom!Steve. I hope you enjoy

“That’s right sweetheart, now how about you be a good boy and get me hard?” Steve was already halfway there but he couldn’t help grinning when Billy immediately leaned in to suck him into his mouth.

Steve’s grip in Billy’s hair tightened so he couldn’t reach. “No, baby, I want you to touch me with your hands.”

Billy looked confused and let out a whimper.

“Take that look off your face, sweetheart. There will be plenty of time to get those beautiful lips on me, remember I wanted to wreck you and we have all the time in the world.”

Billy was tentative as he reached out with one hand, taking Steve’s length and giving him a few perfunctory strokes.

“Do I need to teach you how to give a hand job, sweetheart?”

Billy really whimpered then, letting go and curling in on himself.

“Oh baby, Daddy isn’t angry. Show me how you touch yourself, yeah? Start there and I can let you know what I like.”

A small smile tugged at Billy’s lips before he took Steve back in his hand. He swiped his thumb over Steve’s slit, humming when he found it to be wet, then he slid down his length. When he came back up he twisted his hand a little under the head before stroking back down. Steve let out a groan. It wasn’t exactly what he liked but the fact it was Billy’s hand, the way his tongue was poking out the side of his mouth with concentration, made it all the more hot. “That’s it sweetheart, feel so good,” Steve encouraged, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. “Concentrate on the head, baby. Short movements.” Billy obeyed. It wasn’t quite what Steve wanted, the movements too fast to be enjoyable so he placed a hand over Billy’s.

The noise he made, a sound of disappointment, should not have turned him on so much but he could see the way Billy’s eyebrows rose when he felt Steve’s cock kick in his hand.

“Daddy loves when you make sweet noises,” he explained. “Here let me show you,” he said as he took control of Billy’s hand.

It didn’t take long before Billy was pulling moans from Steve’s lips, and the look of pride on Billy’s face made it all worth it.

“I think you’re ready to move to the next step, sweetheart, what do you think?”

Billy couldn’t have nodded his head faster making Steve chuckle. “That’s my good boy, so eager for Daddy’s cock. Gonna make you a little cock slut aren’t I?”

Billy’s eyes went wide then hooded before he nodded, “your cock slut,” he slurred, already getting lost in the moment