#maybe I’ll write another one

[prettybabybaby]

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: regulus black x reader

content: noncon

based on this ask

regulus was nice about it, as he always was. after all he still cares about you in a weird way. teetering the line of mere lust and a sense of longing. that whisper of yearning was always enough to make his internal irritation dull and replace itself with begrudging acceptance.

you never let regulus touch you. you pushed his wandering hands away from your flesh that he craved to hold, turning your face away when his kisses became hungry. none of that took very long and the time only grew shorter the longer regulus went without.

still, regulus kept his gentle demeanor. he found more frustration settled in his stomach when he pushed too far and your eyes welled with water. though he was never sure which way. his pants tightened as much as his head began to beat with irritation.

you were vulnerable every time you tried to get regulus to understand time and time again, attempting to assert “boundaries”. boundaries that made no sense and had no business being applied to your boyfriend. hiding away from others was fine, it was preferred, even. but everything else about it was stupid in his eyes. valuing worthless opinions, seeking validation, and the like was stupid. regulus isn’t like your other boyfriends.

so, he truly doesn’t get it. he didn’t get it before and he especially doesn’t get it now. it already began. he already mouthed at your neck as he pulled you close, relishing in the weight on his lap, leaning on his chest as he held you tighter and tighter. his hands already shoved down your underwear, pushing past your the lips of your puffy pussy to find the swelling clit and clenching hole between them. he already pushed past the threshold, pumping his nimble fingers in and out of your gummy walls, mind spinning as he realized your walls were as soft as the rest of you. regulus already claimed his spot above you, nestling himself between your legs as he peered down at every inch of skin on display, wet with his spit.

yet, even as tears slip down your cheeks in thick uncontrollable streams and your breathing comes out labored, your hands still attempt to hide your body beneath your palms. it is pissing regulus off because despite the situation that even he can admit is vile, he is gentle.

his hands grip lovingly at your flesh. his teeth nibble softly at your body. his nose inhales every scent. his cock pulses and ruts into you with fervor as he chases his own release and attempts to bring you to yours. regulus can only hope you’ll change your mind once the waves of bliss that ripple through your body and your womb is stuffed full of his spent.

[otaku553]

Ok so I have been stewing this crossover au in my brain nonstop for the past few days and. I am nothing if not committed to the bit, so. Volume cover redraws :)

Here are the originals:

If you want to read more about my one piece spy x family crossover, keep reading!

So the idea is simple! Crossover reincarnation au where ASL is reborn in Spy x Family. They’re each born separately and none of them are born with the same names as their previous lives, and with no way of finding each other, they each find their own thing to do in the world.

Sabo, too used to the dangers of being a spy, eventually finds a cause to devote himself to again, in preventing war from engulfing the country he was reborn in. Ace, drawn to fire as he was in his previous life, used arson as a means to rob rich people for sustenance and survival, and is eventually scouted and hired by Garden as a fire specialist and assassin. And Luffy, though born in perhaps the poorest condition, grows up happily and takes whatever part time jobs he wants to do.

The thing about Sabo is that, as much as he seems like a young man of good repute and high standing within society, everyone in WISE knows that he is a massive nuisance. Nobody knew in the beginning how a child less than half the age of most of their veteran agents could have the same skills and knowledge in their profession. Sabo was— and still is— hyper competent, and by the time WISE figured out just how much of a menace to society he was, it was too late.

Ace forgot for the first few years of his new life that he wasn’t made of fire, and consequently, received multiple accidental burns. This did not deter him, however, from growing up to be a very skilled arsonist, well-practiced in every which way to start a dumpster fire or house fire. As a teenage he would use this often to draw attention as he robbed rich people blind. When he was caught, he was given an ultimatum by Garden: join them and receive payment for starting fires and causing problems under contract, or face the government and authorities for his crimes. Begrudgingly, he joined Garden, but eventually comes to appreciate that he can make substantial money in his element.

Luffy is Luffy. No telepathy or experimentation, no fancy schools, no gimmicks or secret identities. But he has still lived an extremely colorful life in this world, full of fascinating and kind individuals who have helped him grow up healthy and relatively happy. He goes where he is free, and he takes whatever part time jobs he wants in order to make the minimum he needs to survive.

Ace and Sabo find each other first, in their late teens, and neither of them realize that the other remembers their previous life, but both refuse to separate. (Sabo thinks Ace doesn’t remember, because Ace didn’t recognize him. Ace never saw Sabo grow up past 10, however, so he doesn’t recognize older Sabo immediately. By the time he does realize who exactly Sabo is, Sabo has backtracked and pretends to know Ace from a dream, or from somewhere else.)

Sabo’s attachment to Ace, predictably, causes problems between Sabo and WISE, but by then, Sabo is indispensable to the organization, and they make an exception for Sabo to be able to remain with Ace, so long as Ace never finds out what Sabo’s actual job is. Ace, on the other hand, hides his job because he doesn’t want his brother, who he has just found and who does not know Ace well enough yet, to know that he makes a living from killing people.

And they find Luffy sometime afterwards, prior to the beginning of the Spy x Family canon. Luffy figures out, not long after moving in with his brothers, both of his brothers’ secret occupations and the fact that both of them remember their past memories. He thinks it is common knowledge, however, and so he never brings it up.

[mossyscavern]

I’d give my T-cog and my spark to you.

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D-16 groans, optics fluttering online.

Staring up at the sky, servo rubbing his helm, trying to recalibrate with what happened. He sat up and saw that Orion is online too, trying to wake elita up. ‘He’s gonna get punched in the face again.’

D thought, shaking his helm, before immediately remembering something important.

He frantically got up and looks around the surface, yellow optics scan the jagged surroundings before spotting a familiar pair of peds, upside down and kicking. “Bee!” He shouts, climbing up the hill mount.

He grabs both ankle guards, pulled and revealed the happy yellow sparkling, upside down and giggly. “Hi Dee!” The youngling says, smiling.

D sighs in relief and flips him up right before putting him back down. “You ok? How’s your helm?” D fuses, checking bee’s helm and plating for dents.

“Uhm… it hurts but it doesn’t?” Bee asks, helm tilt slightly to the left. D huffs a chuckle, not immune to the adorable sparkling bee is.

For a nanoklilk, D-16 hears elita-1 screaming her helm off. Both bots turn to the pink fury and saw her pacing and screaming, then went and punch a mountain, Orion trying to talk to her before she snatches the device.

D-16 cringed at the whole one sided conversation between Orion and elita, where bee looked worried at the three before looking up at the sky, getting D’s attention and point to the gradient the surface offered.

It worked very well as D stares directly up at the sky, bee smiles holding D’s servo before he forced out a yelp as someone picks him up, making him let go of the servo. Confused he looks up and saw it was elita-1.

“Hi! I’m b-127, or bee! Or badassatron! Are you coming with us-?” he babbled on, elita continues to walk while Orion waits for D-16 before following elita.

Orion turned and snorts, seeing an impressive scowl as the yellow optic bot stares daggers at elita-1. “What?” D asked, turning to Orion. “Sorry, just that you’re staring daggers at our ex-commander- what’s she do anyway?”

D-16 huffs and crosses his arm guards, for a couple of kliks he sighed and finally-. “She took my baby.” He confessed, that got a laugh out of Orion and that made D punch him in the shoulder pad.

“Sorry, sorry.. I didn’t think you’d say it out loud.” He chuckles, patting D’s shoulder guard. “Does that mean he’s our baby then?” Orion asks, earning him a hiss from D-16. “You’re the cousin that makes regrettably life choices, pax.”

“… rude, but ouch, don’t like how quick you answered.” Orion says, but D-16 stopped listening. Yellow optics focused on bee, who’s chatting elita-1’s audible off. ‘Serves her right.’ D thought, smirking at her annoyed expression.

When blue optics meet his yellow one’s bee waved his servo, a bright smile on the sparkling’s faceplates. This made D smile as he himself waved back to bee.

He chuckled to himself and kept on walking, servos hitting the metallic rocks beneath. ‘Primus, this is lot to take in. We find the matrix, I’m heading back up.’

D thought, crossing his arms, staring out at the horizon. Thinking about bringing Orion and bee with him too, maybe making it a forever home again…

It’s wishful thinking, but it’s something he can put up with.

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… I present.. a gift for @yuukirita for deceptibee, babybee and a lot more!

Oh! And also for @yourplaywright too cause… I love their warm colours fic that they finished… (That and I can’t stretch out to express my gratitude)

I-… I don’t know if I’m gonna do it again, uh… this is actually my very first transformers fic since… ever! And a baby fic too!

But all around what had lead to this story? I… wanted to write something…

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

[pinkerthings]

just saw moot say that what if mike and will are trapped in a closet together in s5 and one of them has to cover the other one’s mouth bc they’re scared and making noises, & now i CANT STOP PICTURING this scene like omg I can SOOOO picture mike freaking out bc he arguably has less experience with the upside down creatures/demogorgons and such so he would probably be more scared than will, so will would have to be the one to whisper like “shut up!” and cover Mike’s mouth with his hand, and then they’d both wait for the monster to pass before breathing a sigh of relief. and then the TENSIONNNNNN afterwards would be so crazy and Mike would be like, “um, sorry” and will would be like “it’s okay” and then imagine mike starts bringing up the painting or something and then someone opens the door and is like 🤨 what r u two doing in here, and then they both blush & fanfics will come true and lives will be changed

[silentwalrus1]

if i have to read one more published fantasy book that uses irl memes and online vernacular in its dialogue i’m taking away the toys until y’all can learn to respect yourselves. Not only does it break immersion in your world and detract from your characters having their own voices, it also makes you, the author, seem like a dim parrot incapable of neither original thought nor basic understanding of the passage of time

1) due to the timeline of publishing, any meme included will automatically be hopelessly dated by the time the story reaches readers and

2) it’s literally the same thing Ready Player One did. Hey look i’m pointing at a thing in pop culture. Did you get my reference? Did you get it? Let me list some more colors and shapes you recognize. Did you get it? And then Gideon Nav hit the dab or whatever. Hashtag Relatable!

It’s so painfully unfunny and uncompelling every time. We can do better. Apply some creativity to your own work

[tetzoro]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[cj-marj]

I have run out of Sung Jinwoo/Woo Jinchul fics to consume. :(

[kbots]

I think out of the three of them Sebastian has the best natural eyelashes which is a fact Klav is extremely annoyed over and Kay thinks is fucking hilarious

[espighty]

Why does he sleep like a Mormon. What is wrong with him.

(stills)

[gothsuguru]

remember when i said i’d do my smut drabbles for Halloween . well i’m a Liar who Lies 🩷

[zorosdimples]

getting older and realizing that the human heart is (metaphorically) a black hole that can provide and receive an infinite amount of love; there is nothing in the universe that will make our hearts feel entirely sated or filled or complete because our capacity to love and to be loved is limitless

[possiblyfunny]

With all the Missing Numbers Doodles popping up today, I finally found it in me to actually doodle and not care about how it looked. Anyways—

Here is Aster’s Halloween Costume! I didn’t color it, but Aster is Little Red Riding Hood and Del is the Werewolf. He’s not trick-or-treating, by the way—he’s just handing out king-sized chocolate bars to everyone he passes while walking around!

It’s not much- Just a goofy little thing to celebrate the holiday. Happy Halloween, everyone!

(Psst-! Hey, @100nebulas ! Starry! I know it’s not a lot, but I promised! Here’s your small dose of Aster content :])

[possum-quesadilla]

Ngl im not really someone who cries much, like I can't, and there is this one song (the underworld, EPIC: the musical) that always makes me sad but I can't cry and it felt shity and then I explained to someone why it was so sad and saying it outloud made me cry and it felt good to finally be able to cry for that song

Umm

You should listen to epic the musical

It's like

25 songs

15 more are on the way

Most of them don't make me cry

The fact that this is the first piece of media too make me cry should tell you a lot about it's quality.

Oh man. I just gave it a listen and holy moly. You’re right, might have to listen to the whole thing! It HIT right in the gut.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

One day I will cry long enough to make you feel so sorry for me you will write that meta about heteronormativity of marines

aw, you don’t have to cry! asking nicely is all it takes.

so, when i say the marines are a rigid, heteronormative institution, what do i mean by that?

they work in the service of a heteronormative government and society—the world government, and the world nobles, who consider themselves superior to the rest of the world because of their bloodlines

they have heteronormative values—among them strictly defined gender roles and prioritizing relationships based in blood/deprioritizing all others

they use those values to dictate how the ‘civilized’ world should behave and assume that everyone shares those values, marking those who do not as uncivilized, criminal, and rebellious

more details below the cut.

any kind of royalty or nobility that defines itself as superior to the masses because of their bloodline, ancestors, etc. is going to be particular about having proof of that blood connection. if you think your blood makes you better, you better have documentation of it, family trees going back eight hundred years so no latecomers can doubt your importance.

they’re also going to care deeply about the “sanctity of marriage”—not because it’s actually sacred, but because if wives are cheating on their husbands then you can’t trust your family tree. and if your family tree is a lie, then maybe you aren’t actually superior to all of those dirty, common masses. the horror!

lastly, they have to care deeply about children. because, until someone develops some kind of immortality elixir, the only way to keep your very important family going (and it has to keep going, or what’s the point of any of this?) is to have children. and you’re going to prioritize biological children over any other, because if the child doesn’t have your blood, they aren’t really superior to the masses.

(the exception: note that the child sabo’s parents adopt when he runs away is chosen for his aptitude in school and his higher status biological family. bringing fresh blood into your family that improves your status is always beneficial, whether it’s through marriage or adoption.)

so. special bloodlines, preserved by marriages that produce biological children. until someone develops alternate methods of reproduction—which is not out of the question in one piece—all of that requires heterosexual relationships. they have to be the priority, in order for the superior bloodlines to persist.

thus, the prioritization and normalization of heterosexuality by the world nobles—and therefore the world government that serves them—and therefore the marines that serve them.

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what about those heteronormative values?

well, look at female marines. there aren’t many of them; even if you’re only thinking about named marines, women are outnumbered nearly ten to one. and the unnamed background guys are always guys, so actually it’s an even greater disparity. why? because a woman’s place is in the home. she should be a homemaker and mother, because continuing the family line is the point of a woman, according to the nobility’s heteronormative view of the world. going against that is to set yourself up for a struggle. and a number of these ladies do struggle.

bell-mère had to leave the marines to keep her kids, taking on a job with a highly variable income that left her nearly starving at times; men in the marines have no such trouble, though whether that’s because of narratively invisible wives or these men not caring if they raise their children well is unclear.

tashigi has an enormous complex over being treated differently because she’s a woman, and it’s not a complex that comes out of nowhere—she is treated differently. most of her opponents beat her easily and then let her live for no good reason; as a captain she’s idolized, not respected, by her crew.

then there’s characters like hina and tsuru, whose presence high up in the military structure is acceptable because they have powers that put their opponents into submissive, humiliating positions. you don’t see a female marine with one of those elemental devil fruits; no, they have to have a fruit with a power play component to it. because god forbid women hold positions of power if they don’t have a bit of a dominatrix energy to them. (actually it’s because they’re being subversive in service to the state and the status quo, which makes them acceptably quirky rather than rebellious, not unlike members of SWORD, or our single female warlord.)

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and then there’s the prioritization of bloodlines.

we see that value most clearly in the paramount war, where ace is executed not because he’s the second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, not because of any crimes he’s committed, but because of who his father is. a man who died long before ace was born, a man ace hates because of the awful opinion the civilized world has of him (and therefore his kin), a man who had no influence on ace in any way but blood. that’s enough reason to kill a man, by the marines’ logic.

and the man ace does call father, who embraced ace and gave him a loving family? well, that man, as far as the marines are concerned, only took ace in to put him on the throne of the pirate king, making himself the power behind the throne. (because naturally a king’s son should inherit his throne! never mind that whitebeard’s power far outstrips ace’s—surely pirates would only bow down before their king’s rightful, blood heir—and the marines can’t allow for the pirates to unify under one man’s leadership like that.) to the marines, ace only has value as roger’s heir, and so they expect that to be all the value he has to anyone.

and this backfires on them. the betrayal from within the whitebeard fleet (which the marines orchestrated) operates on the assumption that whitebeard will prioritize ace over the rest of his fleet. but all of the whitebeard pirates are his children, and he makes that clear when he gives them an out, allowing them to abandon him to his death if they so choose. the marines wanted to show the world that even this benevolent father figure of a pirate captain was a monster deep down, but they couldn’t pull it off. they don’t believe whitebeard is sincere in his affections for his ‘sons,’ and that costs them the narrative they wanted for the paramount war.

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there’s also this one-off line that i rediscovered while rereading impel down/marineford to prep for this post, which in retrospect explains garp’s manic insistence on his grandson becoming a marine.

in chapter 530, hearing that luffy’s broken into impel down, sengoku shouts, “if you weren’t called ‘the navy’s hero,’ i’d make you pay for the sins of your entire family, garp!” as a counterpart to it being just and lawful to kill people for the crime of being related to a sufficiently dangerous criminal, garp and others like him believe that if you serve the state well enough, you can be forgiven for the crime of being related to a criminal.

if luffy (and ace) had just become a marine, garp thinks, then the identity of luffy’s father wouldn’t matter.

which strikes me as very naive. of course it would still matter; blood is the only thing that matters to these people.

[everythingsbetterunderthestars]

Help for some reason my brain decided to have tons of fanfiction ideas except I literally DO NOT HAVE THE TIME to write them at this point in my life so for now I’m just playing them out in my head 24/7 waiting for the holidays to come so I can start up on at least ONE project because I quite frankly CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE