#my fellow monsterfuckers I want you to think so hard

[leaderincrows]

I had a lore dump written out and then it was gone, so here’s attempt no2 + some shots of the other side of his face. This is trimmed down and not all my thoughts. I’ll stick most of it under a read more because it’s a smidge more body horror of the eldritch tentacle variety.

In canon I believe Sylus started out as something, had something else inflicted on him, and then the addition of the aether core changed him some more. My intent with this design is that you shouldn’t be able to tell exactly what his original state should be because we’ve gotten CRUMBS on this guy so far. Of the handful of little things he’s given us, my brain has latched so hard on to his promise card where he didn’t want you to watch him dig bullets out of his arm because he didn’t want you to think he’s a monster??? What’s going on under your skin my dude??? Serial killer talk but I wanna know. He’s so confident in every other aspect of his being but he feels some amount of shame for what he is, and I think it’s because he’s some twisted broken thing lacking identity or kinship.

Due to his business model of (crime) gambling and making deals, I think he’s lacking a life/heart/mortality to lose because of a deal he made. It’s unclear if this was bad or good for him. I like the fallen angel theory but I don’t think he fell for the same reasons as Lucifer, I think it’s far more in character for him to have made a deal with a demon/a devil figure because he did not like the high authority he was under and wanted out, and not because he wanted to be king of the world. He doesn’t like authority in general, and for being a bad guy he doesn’t seem to punch down. He said he doesn’t like or dislike animals but the Disney princessesque things that keep happening to him say otherwise, I think he respects them a little more than most of the people he deals with to be honest. While I was typing this out the first time I was reminded of Alucard from Hellsing, as this powerful immortal being who finds mortality and mortals beautiful. He especially liked the ones with strength in some form, physical or in their resolve, will to live etc but animals just sort of exist. They lack those human flaws that seem to annoy Sylus (incompetence, cowardice, disloyalty, to name a few I’ve noticed) and remember that he doesn’t think of Mephisto as a pet. The way that he can seem to get animals apart from cats to just listen to him is. Interesting. I can argue he’s got some bird traits but a lot of them actually overlap with the dragon association so I think you guys get it. My additions are a little obscure and largely opinion as someone who owns both reptiles and birds lol

But back to his inability to die, my theory is a Davy Jones situation where his life exists somewhere but he doesn’t have it. Maybe he gave it to mc, or gave it up for her, but whatever it is I think he at least knows where it is. I can’t imagine someone like Sylus would be content with someone else possessing something so important, unless it’s mc of course.

I am a pretty firm believer that eternal beings always end up jaded and miserable. Sylus has built himself a lifestyle where he can acquire any material thing he likes, so I think he might be in the early stages of chasing any and everything that makes him happy. He’s not desperate for the serotonin yet but it’s only a matter of time. The addition of mc is a refreshing breath of that life he’s lacking into his existence.

On that note, this monster form I made for him is damaged/incomplete, and it’s asymmetrical and imperfect. Without a driving life force he’s crumbling, but since he can’t die he’s stuck. Whatever he is, it’s unnatural, neither life or death want him so he’s some in between thing. Leaning a bit more into that horror his body is broken, haphazardly kept together by his evol. Outside the crystalline wanderer claws and ruby veining he’s very dull, no shine in his eyes as if he’s an empty husk. BUT he’s got something sloshing around inside him, I just don’t think it’s blood and organs. His ridiculous heart rate is probably something else, something that’s only kind of good at mimicking a heart beat.

PERHAAPPSSs is the gross bubbling of viscous eldritch void soup and tentacles helping keep him the motor running. Again it’s only kind of good at pretending to be alive. He’s already pretty broken so he breaks himself up sometimes, on purpose.

Like when he’s feeling bitey, or really wants someone to leave. Like for the few mentions of having a scarred past and being a monster I sure do hope he’s some genuinely beastly blighted looking thing. Maybe he really is a wanderer that caused the appearance of all the wanders in the world and that’s why he doesn’t want mc to know, but I’m not convinced. I feel like it’s gotta be worse than that. Infold can we have 1 memory that doesn’t take place in the present day

My take on whatever is going on with Sylus, combining the demon/fallen angel and wanderer theories.

[thegnomelord]

this isn’t a request but you’re the only writer i know who writes the monster!au so

dragon!reader and dragon!price are haunting my thoughts. dragons usually have to hold themselves back when sparring because they’re so much stronger than other monsters but with price & reader they don’t need to, to the point where the other members of the 141 are kinda wondering if they need to intervene.

what they do or don’t know is this is you and price courting, testing each other’s strength to assess whether you’re suitable mates. once you have decided you’re suitable it continues in the bedroom, fighting for dominance and testing each other’s stamina as price rides you or you pin price down and see if he can take all the strength behind your thrusts.

OH god I LOVE the way you think! I know @rodolfoparras also did a dragon price some time ago but I'm happy to let my monsterfucker out lol :D I'll consider this a spitball thingy but GOD DAMN did my hyperfixation hyperfixate on this :Ddd kinda rushed at the end but it's 3AM :/

CW:NSFW

What about if dragons measure not just raw strength, but all other aspects as well? They're prideful by nature and with so little of them remaining no self-respecting dragon will settle for a witless brute or a powerless scribe.

Price had lost hope in finding a mate centuries ago because he's even pickier than most of his kin; in his view, a proper one needs to be strong enough to completely pin him down, needs to be smart enough to see the insults in his honeyed words and give back as good as he does, needs to be clever enough to lead men as good as he does.

A proper mate needs to keep up with him on all levels.

And for a dragon of his age, that's an unachievable set of criteria. Oh sure, many of the dragons he's met over the years have tried to match him, but all fell short, leaving him lonely and unsatisfied.

Then he met you, a fellow Captain, a fellow dragon. Though only a few centuries younger than him, you're a wyrmling in his eyes, your scales like shining metal compared to his muddled gemstones. An arrogant wyrmling if the way you peacock for him the first time you enter the training room has anything to say about it— your wings spreading out and muscles rippling, back straightening out to make you taller, scales glinting in the artificial light; little details that anyone else can brush off as a simple stretch but to a dragon it screams of your interest in him.

His slitted eyes roam across your body, both equal parts disdain and curiosity. "Got somethin' ta say there boy?" His words are rough like sandpaper.

"No, no." You hum as you get into the ring, every little movement purposely done to showcase your hard earned musculature. "Just that you should skip out on this fight. Wouldn't want you to throw your back out old man."

"Old man huh?" His eyes blaze with the same fire at the end of his cigar, your words igniting something in his chest that had long been extinguished. "I'll show you old."

And suddenly he's in the ring, both of you trading blow for blow with the same savagery your progenitors had frightened mankind with for millennia, your claws leaving deep grooves in the concrete when you miss his side, his tail smashing a portion of the ground into dust when you avoid it, the ground between you cracking when you try to push the other away, loose scales and dust and debris littering the ground as you and Price wrestle on the ground.

Both of your teams watch from the sidelines, your team calming the other members of TF141 that this is just how dragons are, pointedly ignoring your victorious snarl when you pin Price down to the ground, your clawed hand harshly pushing his face into the concrete to the point you might break his nose as you bite the back of his neck, forcing him to submit. "I win,"

"Not fer long." He snarls back just as deep, feeling alive for the first time in who knows how long. "Best two out of three." And with that he jerks, remaining wing slamming into your side and knocking you off balance long enough for him to fling you into the wall opposite of him.

You don't know how many rounds you go before you're forced to stop by a very pissed off Laswell, who also pointedly ignores the obvious bulges in what remains of both of your pants, giving both of you a stern talking to about wrecking the damn training room.

You're ready to leave after being chastised like a child but Price is quicker, passing you with a "Good fight back there." rumbling in his throat, the soft scales of his wing brushing along your jaw. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you meet his gaze, and Price has a good poker face but the smoldering look in his eyes and the low grumble in his chest makes it's obvious you've peaked his curiosity.

But that's just the start, the hard part is keeping it. While regular dragons may spend time with a potential mate conversing on scholarly subjects or having philosophical debates, you and him have a more practical way of assessing the other's intellect — Battle plans.

To your teams it sounds like a harsh argument, ideas thrown around and sharp insults tacked on top, their heads ping ponging between you and Price as you look over maps, trying to one up the other. Eventually your teammates leave you to settle this on your own.

"And I'm telling you, old man," You growl, both of you so close there's barely any space between you as you point at the map. "We can push a smaller team through the forest while we lead the frontal assault, our wip's not going to have anywhere to go then." You huff, holding your head up high to make it obvious you're proud of your idea.

Price gives you the stink eye, before he scans the map again, humming to himself. After a few seconds he lets out a scoff. "We don't have enough men for that." He says, but the sharp edge in his tone is dulled. "But—" His tail moves to brush against your own, your rough scales brushing against his smoother ones. "—It has some merit."

Price doesn't draw attention to the way your tails intertwine, wrapping together like two snakes, and neither do you. But the short purr that bubbles out of your chest says everything he needs to know, growing louder when he answers with his own, your shoulders brushing together. "Aight, back to work." He cuts your purrs short, but you can't hide the pleased look on your face as your tails remain coiled together.

Then comes the actual courting dance.

One late evening spent looking over documents in the privacy of his office, your tails once again coiled beneath the desk after successfully having proved your wit to him again, absentmindedly telling embarrassing stories of your respective teams. . . Price has a revelation. You might be it. "Hey lad."

You look up, your full attention on him. "Yeah?"

With a mumbled grunt too quiet for you to hear Price slides a hand beneath his shirt and pulls a large green scale from the meat of his shoulder blade, the wound healing before it can even bleed.

Instinctively you know what this means, for knowing how a prospective mate treats an extension of you will show how they'll treat you. But you still speak up, needing proof for your own mind that you're not insane and haven't been burning the wrong tree. "What?"

Price glares at you, "Don't play dumb," He says as he slides the large scale across the table to you. "It doesn't suit you." There's an underlayer of heat in his words, blue slitted eyes looking you over in a much more appreciative light.

You can't control the big grin that spreads across your face, "Oh, then what does suit me?" You ask as you follow his lead, yanking out one of your larger scales from your own back and sliding it to him. It makes the difference between you two obvious, his green scale muddled with age compared to your shiny one.

"Arrogant muppet." The gentle way he picks up your scale clashes with his harsh words, cradling it in his hand like it'll crack at the slightest of touches, his face reflected in the surface.

You grin, "Just confident." You feel his sharp eyes judge every minute twitch of your fingers as you pick up his scale. Price's poker face hides the way his heart melts at the loving way you brush a thumb across the surface, how it throbs when you don't immediately attempt to make it shine like some whelps once did, accepting him for how he is by putting it in your breast pocket.

God, he doesn't even know how much he'd fantasized about something like this when he was still young, vestiges of a purr escaping his throat at the tender way you treat his scale. "Right." He shakes his head and places your scale in his own breast pocket, handing you another stack of papers. "Get back to work."

You grin and do as he says, wings twitching as a sign of joy, your tail squeezing down on his and receiving a squeeze in kind.

Price feels like a horny teen when he lays awake in bed late at night with your scale held between his claws. He feels stupid for feeling so giddy at the thought of having a mate, a proper mate, yet his body thinks differently. Just holding it in his hand is enough to make him grow hot, your scent still clings to the scale and Price finds himself holding it close to his nose to familiarize himself with it and Hell his body loves it, cocks growing hard in record time and his thighs wet with slick. The poor thing doesn't even know what to relieve first, his free hand constantly going between stroking his cocks and fingering himself, mind craving the heat of another dragon that he'd been deprived of.

What Price doesn't know is that you're in the same boat, biting your arm to silence yourself as you imagine it's Price you're breeding instead of a pillow, splintering the headboard from how hard you're gripping it in an attempt to not damage the scale.

Then shit hits the fan when during a routine mission you two are ambushed, and while two dragons are no easy prey for mankind, humans have long since gone from using rocks and sticks. You catch sight of a sniper's scope glint seconds before the bullet targets Price, and in only a few seconds to think you throw yourself in the way, Price's scale in your breast pocket puts enough resistance to make you survive the bullet, but you feel it crack, and that. . . that sets you off.

Price doesn't even have the time to lift his gun before you're tearing through the battlefield like a man possessed, anger burning like a volcano in your chest for trying to hurt him, elemental breath and draconic strength unleashed to it's fullest potential.

And Price? Price watches the show with that same heat burning in his belly, forced to bite his lip to silence the pleased purrs as he rubs his thighs together while you tear flesh from bone, mate flashing in his mind. Look how he protects you His mind purrs, Good mate. Perfect mate.

"I'm sorry." You whimper when you've finally calmed down, the battlefield nothing but a ruined crater and the shards of his scale held tenderly in your cupped hands. "I failed, I-"

"Come here." Price cuts you off quickly and pulls you down into a harsh and desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue and need. He parts just a fraction of an inch, "You passed." He growls and only then do you notice the sharp arousal in his scent, your animalistic hindbrain jumping for joy as you kiss back because holy shit he considers you worthy.

And now that he's found his mate? You best believe his body is going to make up for all the centuries he'd spent alone.

It doesn't even take a week for him to enter heat, waking in a daze with his twin cocks hard and his thighs glistening with slick, your scent lingering in the sheets and your side of the bed still warm. The walls almost shake from how deeply he growls when he registers that you're not next to him, just enough sense in his head to throw on a towel around his waist before angerly stomping through the halls to find you, sniffing you out like a bloodhoud.

"Bloody muppet." Price growls as he yanks you by the horns back to his room, the scent of his arousal so potent you're struck dumb, letting yourself be pushed down. Price's claws slice through your clothes, his hole so slick and eager for you he doesn't even need to stretch, just jumps onto your lap and in one fluid motion takes one of your cocks to the root. "Fuckin' finally." Price hisses, instantly setting a harsh pace of bouncing on your cock that would have had a lesser race end up with a crushed pelvis.

You grip his hips for dear life, surging up to mark his neck and shoulders with bites as he does the same, his ass clapping against your thighs. "Mate." Price moans, hole clenching around you, his cocks leaking against your stomach. "My mate." He grips your hair and pulls you into a bruising kiss, "Going to last long for me yeah?" He asks, a bit of mockery on his flushed face as he feels you cum inside him, riding you through your orgasm as the sudden onslaught of sensations frazzles the intelligent parts of your brain. "Not going to disappoint me now are you?"

Good thing dragons have really short refractory periods.

"Not a chance." You snarl and flip him over suddenly, rumbling purrs escaping your chest from the surprised sound he makes. You attempt to pin him down and he squirms out of your hold, another bout of wrestling breaking out between you that has you two tumbling off the bed and onto the ground.

"That so whelp?" Price breathes out when you manage to pin him down, your strong hand keeping his face flush with the floor. "Do you really think you can keep up?" A pleased thrill runs down his spine from the sensation of your weight bearing down on him, his knees automatically locking up to hike his ass up, tail flipping up to display his slick hole for you.

"Do you?" You counter, one hand on his head, the other pressing both of your dicks together, your two tips pressing against his ass. "You're so wet and desperate, should have just pinned you down the moment I saw you instead of courting you." With one sharp thrust you push in, a pained and elated moan tearing out of his throat at the sensation of your twin cocks spreading him wider than any toy ever could, scratching that itch he'd had for who knows how long.

The stretch and burn and pleasure muddles his mind, reduces him to low animalistic snarls and growls as he does his best to push his hips into yours. "Hurry the fuck up." Price orders, whole body shaking from the way you set a harsh pace, bashing on his prostate, your balls slapping against his own, each hard thrust pushing and pulling his face across the floor. "I'll- fuck- fall asleep."

"You sure about that?" You push your weight further on him, forcing his wing to spread out, your own partially wrapping around him, "Seems to me like-" A bit of elemental breath leaves your throat when one particularly strong thrust has his hole clamping down on you, his back arching to push his hips as close to yours as one of his cocks spews cum on the floor, "-like you're not in a place to order me around."

"You- ah-fuck-ah- wanker." His insult would be a lot more hurtful if he didn't whine like a bitch in heat, both of you devolving into primitive snarls and growls with the only thought on both of your minds being the need to fill Price with as much of your cum as you physically can.

[bettyfrommars]

hi loves

a wee announcement/bit of reflection below the cut

nothing heavy, just some thoughts & updates

First of all, I want to say I love this fandom so much. Truly I do. It has carried me though possibly the hardest, loneliest year of my life (and this ol' girl has been though some dark times). I've made friendships here that I hope to cherish for the rest of my life.

I came into fanfiction in October of last year, after not writing anything substantial for almost a decade. My dear friend at the time said she was looking for a specific Eddie Munson story, so I wrote it for her. I wrote it in first person because I didn't even understand how "reader perspective" was a thing, that's how wet behind the ears I was to this world. My friend, on the other hand, is a well-versed fic reader, and I distinctly remember messaging her like, "okay, what the hell is a Y/N??"

I spent that entire dark, cold winter writing and passing it to her in parts like notes in a classroom. The rush of getting back to something I loved so deeply after so much time away turned me into a monster. I lived and breathed that story. We sent endless messages back and forth every day about what each character would do next, imagining ourselves in that world, with Eddie. We made playlists, we cried. We screamed and giggled and kicked our feet when they finally kissed. We mourned the loss when it ended and moped around a bit before going back to read it all over again. Some 40k words and four months later I realized, holy shit, I think I write fanfiction now?

In a way, fanfiction saved my life. It brought me back to a part of myself I had buried, a part of me that worried it might never see the light of day again. It came crawling out of the ground, gasping for air like, "you better stretch your fingers bitch because I have a lot to say."

In April, I started posting here when the fandom was notably beginning to wane, but I was happy to see there were so many still going hard for our man. I kinda creeped in, like a little scuttling crab, and was grateful to find that a handful of you embraced me.

Long story short, I am NOT leaving, not at all. I know the tone is there, but that is not what this is, lmao. I will hopefully keep this blog for as long as you will have me. I plan to finish writing I'm on Fire and Death Becomes Us, as well as maybe another bit for gargoyle!Eddie, and nightmare!Eddie, but the other series I've started (or planned to start) will stay on hiatus for a while, possibly forever. I will continue to post blurbs and hc's and whatnot, but I won't be committing to any new series or long fics.

My masterlists will remain intact for the time being for those who want to enjoy what is there. That being said, The Nightmare Factory and Stop the World and Melt with You, might be taken down in the future only because I plan to re-work them into original stories. I have a second non-fandom blog in the works that is dedicated to monsters, nightmares, and magic realism, and I will let those who are interested know about it when the time comes.

Mostly, I wanted to let you know that, even if you notice some changes, I will continue to persist with "My 2 Joe's" delulu era, possibly until the earth swallows me up. I am no longer taking requests, but my asks will always be open for thots, blurbs, obsessions, etc. You know how much I love hearing from you.

That's all really. Perhaps this is simply one of those "end of year" thought dumps, but I also wanted to say a heartfelt Thank You to those who continue to support me, enjoy my work, and share it. My Ride or Die monsterfuckers and biker Eddie enthusiasts. My nightmare Eddie dreamers, my Twilight Zone Eddie pineapple heads. My gargoyle Eddie romantics who cheer on our Stone Boy, and my Hybrid Steve lovers who leave their windows open at night. My True Blood friends who appreciate a vampire Eddie who is nothing like Bill Compton. My darlings, my fellow rebel rousers and misfits, my friends.

This is a very symbiotic relationship, and I could not/would not do this without you ❤️

[secretkittywolf]

Zexal shipping Incorrect Quotes

Yuma: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Reginald: Anything, honestly, but idiots especially Yuma, desperately, as Reginald bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE! Reginald: Oh! B positive Yuma: DON'T TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE!!! Reginald:

Trey half asleep: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? Like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t notice it? Yuma, also half asleep: Stay woke monsterfuckers your love is out there!!!!! Trey: Y'know what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration

Yuma: You often use humor to deflect trauma Vector: Thank you Yuma: I didn't say that was a good thing Vector: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Reginald: I made tea Kite: I don’t want tea Reginald: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea Kite: Then why are you telling me? Reginald: It is a conversation starter Kite: That’s a lousy conversation starter Reginald: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate

Quattro: I turned out perfectly fine! Dextra: Honey, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Quattro: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Astral: How do I deal with my enemies? Reginald: Kill them Astral: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution Reginald: Kill them only a little?

*Yuma and Shark sitting in jail together* Reginald: So who should we call? Yuma: I’d call Kite, but I feel safer in jail

Yuma: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl! Reginald: Okay Yuma: And make out during the scary parts Reginald: Th- Reginald: The scary parts? Reginald: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Vector: Welcome, fellow idiots Yuma: Hello, Ray! Vector: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Yuma: You underestimate me

Reginald: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you Kite: 10 times 0 is still 0 though Reginald: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Dextra: I actually have a black belt Quattro: In what, karate? Dextra: No, from Gucci *shows off belt*

Reginald, pointing: May I sit there? Astral: That's my lap Reginald: That doesn't answer my question, Astral

Vector: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Yuma: Twelve people! Vector: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Yuma: Yours! Vector: That's right: no one's

Yuma: So that’s my plan Trey: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean Yuma: No, go ahead, I want to hear it Trey: It fucking sucks Yuma: That’s not constructive criticism

[primewritessmut]

hey i'm someone other than punch-love! 12, 13, 14

Hi! Although now I know that we are all distracting each other from writing and I somehow think that's worse...?

12. How Many Different Fandoms Have You Written For?

Oh, yikes. I'm going to just count posted works because if I tried to calculate all the fanfics that have flitted across my brain I'd probably die before I managed it.

I think I've posted fic for 8 fandoms: harlivy, good omens (crowley/aziraphale obs), malevolent (john/arthur), venom/symbrock, spideypool, harry potter (drarry), carry on (simon/baz mostly), and my current hyperfixation which is, as you know, lokius.

SOME of that work has since been deleted, for reasons, so there's only 6 fandoms on my AO3 dashboard.

13. What's Your Goal For Your Writing In The Future?

It's two-fold!

I want to finish an original novel. I usually stall out around 40k and then start something else. I actually got into fanfic just to see if I could finish something (surprise, I can) so that's still my goal in the future.

Keep writing! I went through a long, dark period of my life where I wrote next to nothing except what was required of my job. Which was just enough to keep the embers glowing, but that's it really. I genuinely plan to never let that happen again.

14. Favorite Works From A Fellow Writer?

The horrible secret is that I write a lot more fanfic than I read. I wish I could shout out a million fanfic authors here but I'm just not that widely read. Secondarily, a lot of my bookmarks are in a fandom that I just cannot participate in anymore so it's hard to say, "Oh yeah, these are great" because they give me hives now.

HOWEVER

THAT BEING SAID

Here's what I've got:

Black Ace by @punch-love (yes, spideypool makes me want to scream nowadays but 10/10 would come back for this space opera)

spirit box by @punch-love (another one that feels like it was specifically written FOR ME)

Both of your advent fics. (It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like %@$&*mas and The Time of Miracles again, 10/10 would return to Spideypool to see how the Die Hard fic ends)

Among the Stars by @mirilyawrites (super creative, cosmic monsterfucker vibes)

I wish I read more (and had a better memory) so I could shout out more authors but... alas.

x

[spaceofentropy]

20 questions for fic writers (and artists)

I was tagged by @dragonflylady77 and, why not? Why not procrastinate a bit? :P

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

14.

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

253,035 as of right the fuck now. Holy moly that's a lot.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for Why R U? and now for Stranger Things.

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of soulmates and colors (a chonky metalsandwich soulmates AU)

What happens in Vegas... (a WhyRU? canon divergence with Tor waking up in Vegas, married to his ex)

I just came to say... (modern era Harringrove meet cute)

Amok (modern era Harringrove thing about Billy meeting his mom by chance and being conflicted as fuck)

Like a curse (the WhyRU? heist AU nobody had asked for but they still had to face)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try. Sometimes I'm slow as fuck and sometimes I'm perched on my inbox like a starving hawk, but I always try.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably What doesn't kill you makes you a monster, which is an angst fest built around body horror and body mutation which ends with Steve having basically no hope about the future. But then, months after, I went and wrote a follow up fic where Steve gets to find another monster and fall in love with him and have a HEA, so I guess it only half-counts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh... I honestly don't know. I mean, I mostly write fics with a good ending or at worst a hopeful ending (like Come Close) and I honestly don't think I can't rank which of my HEA fics is the happiest, so, all the happy ones? I guess?

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

So far, never.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep, I do, even if it's hard as hell and I always feel like it sucks. As for what kind... uh... I don't know how to answer... The smutty kind? Sometimes it's soft. and sometimes it's hurried, and sometimes it's filthy monsterfucking because monsters, too, deserve to get laid.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

My heist AU is a crossover between one show, a different show, and an AU of the first show. Two actors from the first show play minor parts in the second show. It's a wild, wild thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Harringrove.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably that one Gallavich thing I wrote 90k words of because I had to put it out of my head and is close to the end but when I look at it makes me feel eh because Ian's part of the plot feels to passive and NOPE!, that's so fucking wrong, vade retro Satana!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plotting and dialogue. And wild ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. Smut.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

To quote Guin, "get it checked by a person who speaks that language before you post". Preferably a native speaker who can tell you if it sounds like your easy going teenager was possessed by the ghost of a stuffy academic from the 1820s. Also, it's a hard balance to make it not too distracting, to make sure it doesn't kill the pace of the story, so good luck in your endeavours, fellow writers!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Honestly no idea.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all, they are my self-indulgent nuggets of entertainment and I won't pit them one against the other trying to choose a favorite. I reject this question. U_U

I should tag people, theoretically, but honestly I don't have the brain power for it tonight. If you read this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged. Have fun! :3

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(n.sfw) one night with Kaido & Yamato's babysitter

a/n: this was a request by @nathscalet from back in January:

Só I’ll ask for our Dilf(Kaido) . It can be fluffy or nsfw, reader became Yamato’s babysitter and something happens between them. Thanks beforehand

i really didn't know which direction to go with this which is why the first third of it has been sitting in my drafts forever until i discovered it again this week and then... i just ran with the rest. xoxo to all my fellow Kaido fuckers, this one is for you. <3 the action starts around the second third if you're impatient (though there's some banter and touching before). congrats to me for my first 5k+ words fic, of course if had to be Kaido smut lmao.

contains: nsfw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitals), reader is about 450cm (14'9) because trust me, it wouldn't work any other way) so height difference (Kaido is 710 cm (23'4"), oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, breath play, anal play, penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregnancy implied), rough sex, light overstimulation, spitting in mouth, hints at monsterfucking at the very end but not descriptive, please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 5.3k

It was blood money. How hard could it be?

They had requested you in particular, mainly because of your above average height and your expertise in martial arts. You were still unsure why both of these things were of advantage for a simple babysitting job, but on the other hand you weren't keen on asking too many questions. The less you knew the better, as long as the money was right.

You knew the job description in and out by now. Looking for a full-time babysitter. Must be strong on every level and not fear drunk dragons. No board to pay, meals included. Cute baby, stressed but very wealthy single dad. Help us out!

Ignoring all warnings from your babysitting agency ("Half of the babysitters we sent there have never returned. Are you really sure you want to go there, y/n?"), you had packed your few belongings and set sail to the notorious island: Onigashima.

You were welcomed by a very tall man (if you had to take a wild guess you’d say that you’re reaching him to his nipples), dressed from head to toe in black leather, a mask covering his face, revealing only his blood red eyes. He didn't speak much, but introduced himself as King and gave you rough instructions on where everything was located, which names you have to know by heart and overall rules on how to behave on this island. You didn't really listen, you were too absorbed by your surroundings already. 

"Yeah, yeah. Alright. So... what kind of person is the dad?"

There was a long pause where King was probably gathering the right words that would not scare you off in an instant. Maybe he was thinking a little bit too long.

"He's... extraordinary. Future king of the pirates, if you ask me. The greatest of them all. Fun person to get drunk with... which you shouldn't, considering what you're employed for."

You imagine him raising an eyebrow at you under the mask and you nod, still having no clear picture of what kind of person to expect. But you'll probably find out sooner or later... for now you were curious. The island was different from what you imagined, much more peaceful and quiet. How odd. You were expecting torture implement everywhere, the hollow screams of the babysitters that came before you still echoing through the halls, maybe a bit more blood on the walls…

King stopped abruptly which caused you to bump into him, almost falling down flat on your ass. He ignored it, opening the sliding door in front of him and vaguely gesturing inside.

"This will be your room for the time being. It's connected to the nursery so you can be available day and night."  Another break where he gathers his words carefully before he speaks up again. "The nursery is also connected to master Kaido's private rooms. Don't go in there, unless he invites you. And maybe even then..."

Now you were raising an eyebrow, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You've heard that name before, of course, you knew all wanted posters in and out. With every minute you became more curious, but for now you probably had to be content with knowing… well, nothing much, really.

King leaves you to let you unpack your belongings in the opulent furnished room. The four-poster bed looked soft and cozy, the closet was filled with many different, expensive kimonos, all in your size– your work uniform, you guessed? However the dress code on this island definitely seemed to have more of a leather vibe from what you saw so far. You open another door to find your private, spacious bathroom. How wealthy was Kaido actually? Maybe it was better not to know. Though you were very curious to meet him… 

You take a quick shower and slip into one of the kimonos, feeling good in your skin, ready to meet the dad and the baby, hearing their voices from the nursery next door already. Bracing yourself, you take a deep breath and announce in a clear voice that you‘re coming in now. The door slides open smoothly and then there he was in all his glory.

Why did no one from the agency warn you that he was this handsome? No way a man like him could just stand there in his black leather pants and an open white shirt that showed off his massive tattooed chest and not be the talk for months. His long dark hair was falling into his face as he looked up from the crib, a baby bottle in one of his massive hands and, well, the baby in question in his other. It was a cute child, white hair with turquoise tips and little horns on the side, babbling and laughing at its dad in a cheerful voice.

„I assume you‘re the new babysitter? Finally someone normal sized…“, he grunted. You bowed down a little, lowering your gaze to the floor but he didn‘t seem to care about formalities. He snapped with his fingers and gestured you to come closer, handing you over the kid and the bottle. „Meet Yamato. Stinking cute, isn‘t he?“

Got it from his dad, you thought but nod, trying to ignore the tight knot forming in your stomach and greet the child in your arms. You two warmed up instantly and you were able to feed him the bottle, something the dad obviously had failed before. Kaido sat crossed legged in front of you, watching you closely. From the way his eyes lingered on you, you can‘t help but feel a little bit nervous. Had he noticed how you were checking him out from head to toe earlier? 

You exchange a bit of smalltalk, he runs down a list of things you had to know about Yamato and Onigashima and you tell him more about your life and what led you to being a babysitter. You left out the part where you robbed the previous single dads you worked for off all their money and dignity, but hey, who doesn‘t love a good surprise?

You continue talking in hushed voices after you put Yamato to sleep, Kaido sitting across from you on the other side of the crib, his massive hand brushing the hair out of his child‘s face softly. None of the rumors you had heard about him appeared to be true so far. You had no doubts that he could smash people‘s skulls easily, but as long as you did as he said, you would be good, right? Also, you knew self-defense and you knew how to deal with drunks. You’ll be fine. And if you listened closely inside of you, you knew that you already had a massive crush on this beast…

You learn that they‘re hosting a big banquet tonight to welcome you and you‘re flattered, excited to meet everyone else living on this island. Also, there might be the chance that you get to spend some more time with him and your heart already jumps from the thought of it. Once Yamato is fast asleep, Kaido shows you how to use the baby phone tele snail so you could move around Onigashima and still be around once the kid wakes up. Your fingers brush his when you take it out of his big hand, lingering a second too long for it to be an accident.

„Thank you for the kind introduction. Let‘s work well together.“, you mumble and bow down again, unsure what else to do. He was still your boss and you had manners. To your surprise, Kaido reaches for your face, sliding his hand below your chin to lift it up with two fingers, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. He doesn‘t say anything but looks at you frowning for a few seconds before his facade breaks into a smug smile. 

„I took a liking to you already.“, he says and a warm shiver runs down your spine, your skin burning up from where he touched you. You can feel your cheeks heating up and sincerely hope that he won‘t notice it in the dim light. You fancied him, but you didn‘t want to give it right away. Where‘s the thrill in that? So you bat your eyelashes at him and give him the sweetest smile – you‘re a professional after all. 

He excuses himself to freshen up before the banquet and you also retreat to your chamber, taking the baby phone snail with you. The walls were thin, you hear the water of his shower running and can‘t help but imagine his toned body all wet, water flowing down his massive scars and his tattoos, his big hands wandering all over his body. You put on some light makeup to distract yourself from the filthy thoughts you were having, but it didn‘t help at all. Instead you muster yourself in the mirror, your lipstick lips begging for nothing but to wrap around his cock, sucking him dry. 

Your hands wander below your kimono and find your core dripping wet, as expected. Still a few good minutes left until the banquet started. No harm in using them wisely… 

Too lazy to use your hand, you get off on the edge of the table, your hips rocking sloppy back and forth while your mind wanders off, imagining it was his cock you were grinding on. Your orgasm came quick and dirty, leaving a damp spot on the wooden table. It wasn‘t enough to satisfy you, but it was something.

It was King again who picked you up for the banquet. You exchange a few words back and forth about you meeting Kaido and Yamato and what your first impression was of them. King gives you a look, you can‘t fully tell what kind of through his mask, but you assume it was mildly shocked. You just ignored all of his warnings and he seems to disapprove, but doesn’t say anything. The closer you get to the dining hall, the louder the voices and music filling the hallway are getting.

King opens the door wordlessly and you‘re both greeted by cheerful and loud voices, calling out both of your names. Hadn‘t this banquet only started like five minutes ago? The Beast Pirates really liked to party, you guessed. Kaido was sitting at the other end of the room, a big bottle of sake standing in front of him already. His face brightens up when he spots you and your companion, waving both of you to sit with him. Again you can‘t help but wonder why everyone described him as this dark and feral beast when in reality he was just a dad trying his best, getting occasionally drunk with his family?

You take a seat kneeling next to him, your bodies almost touching. Big plates of all kinds of food were brought to the table in front of you and someone was always close to refill Kaido‘s sake. You watch him amused, he was a whole different person now that he was around his crew mates and servants. The gentle dad persona was gone and he was slowly showing why exactly he was called the beast by so many. Your heart was beating in excitement and so was your cunt.

Duty calls when you could hear Yamato through the baby phone transponder snail slowly waking up and you excuse yourself to do your job, hurrying to make your way outside. You turn around in the door frame, noticing that Kaido‘s eyes were lingering on you and you give him a sly smile, then you‘re out of the door. You hush through the long hallways, making it in time to the nursery just when Yamato wakes up. You take the child in your arms, feed him the bottle and hum a little melody to help him fall asleep again, brushing his hair softly. You might be a scammer, but still you cared deeply about the children you looked after. Their dads were just a little treat on top.

You stay a little longer in the nursery to make sure Yamato is really fast asleep, listening to the steady sounds of his breaths in the dark. Only when you’re sure that he won’t wake up for a while, you sneak yourself out into the hallway again, breathing in the cool air coming through the open windows. Now that everyone was at the banquet, maybe you should have a look around the castle, see what you could rob them off? You knew better than to stick your nose into things you might be better off not knowing, but you were also a curious little cat…

Your thoughts get interrupted abruptly when you hear footsteps approaching from the end of the dark hallway, heavy ones. No one but you resided in this part of the castle… and Kaido.

“Started missing you at the banquet.”

Kaido’s voice is low and a little hoarse, the voice of a drunk who spoke nothing but the truth. His skin shimmers slightly in the moonlight, drawing harsh contours on his toned body, and there it was again, the throbbing inside your core, the hunger, the lust. There was something threatening about his whole appearance and it wasn’t the fact that he was 7 meters tall and standing close to you know, taking your face into his massive hand, his gaze lowered so he can look at you directly. It was something in his eyes, the eyes of a beast that you had awakened. 

You knew you were going to fuck.

He smells of booze when you pull him down by his long hair close to your face, placing your hands on his cheeks. His skin felt rough and hot under your touch and you could feel the sensation of danger rushing through your veins; knowing what you’re about to do could be the last thing you did. Unfortunately, the drill of this knowledge is also what kept you going.

“Rearrange my insides, babygirl.”

Kaido blinks at you slowly, his drunk mind trying to grasp what you just demanded from him. Only when you lean onto your tiptoes and press your lips on his, the realization seems to slowly sink in. He grunts and pulls you closer by your hips, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, drawing out a surprised gasp from you. His tongue finds its way inside your mouth and soon drool is running down the corner of your mouth as you're letting him devour you.

With bodies pressed against each other you keep on kissing, rough and hungry, nothing matters except his tongue circling yours – and his growing erection throbbing inside his leather pants which has you trembling in agitation from the outlines of it alone. His cock was even more massive than you had imagined.

You gasp when Kaido picks you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder, one hand on your ass as he carries you to the end of the hallway into his room. It has the same opulence as the one you got assigned, the only difference were the empty sake bottles that stood around and several children's toys scattered across the floor. 

He lets you down on the big dining table, making you spread your legs wide apart as he embraces you, kissing down the side of your neck, one hand fumbling with your obi as he leans over you, his growing bulge rubbing against your thighs. You felt hot, your whole body aching for some sweet relief, your skin burning up under his greedy kisses. You let your hands wander over his body, tracing every muscle of his toned torso. He was radiating a heat and a scent that made you feel dizzy, almost drunk on him. 

“Touch it”, he growls and takes your hands, placing them directly on his cock throbbing inside of his pants. He bucks his hips against your palms, drawing out shuddering breaths out of you both, before he spreads your legs even wider, revealing your soaked panties. You waste no time and unbutton his leather pants, your fingers brushing through his thick pubic hair until finally his cock is free, bouncing up in the air. You lick your lips from the sight of it, hungry to feel him inside of you, even if it meant you couldn’t walk for several days straight. Sometimes getting dicked down good came with a price.

You start stroking him with both hands, your fingertips barely meeting as you cup him, precum leaking from the tip. It doesn’t take long until you two find a steady rhythm with Kaido leaning his head against your shoulders as he rolls his hips and you whispering all the dirty things you want to do with him into his ears, your hands gripping his cock firmly. You loved the feeling of power that came with it, how he melted under your touch, how he adored you.

“Gorgeous. Now cum for me, will you?”

Thrown off guard by your sudden praise, Kaido sobs and grunts when he does as you say, cumming violently under your touch, his thick load covering your hands and running down your wrists. You draw out a few more groans from him when you gently rub his overly sensitive tip with your thumb, the sounds he makes sending shock waves straight to your core. Both of you take a few heartbeats to catch your breaths again where he kisses the side of your neck down to your collarbone, the already loose kimono sliding off your shoulders.

You bring your fingers to your lips and have a taste of him, all under his lingering gaze. It was hard to tell what was going on inside his head, if it was the alcohol that made his cheeks flush or if it was you, licking off his cum of your fingers with delight. All you know for sure was that you were about to have the ride of your life as he picks you up once again and carries you over to the bed, laying you down on your back as if you were barely a doll, undressing you with callused hands. Your heart drums loudly in your ears when he tears apart your panties, his face stern. You almost didn’t dare to breathe. 

“We need to prepare you first or else you’ll break”, he mumbles and lets his knuckles slide up and down your folds, making you whimper in excitement. You can’t hide your surprise, somehow you would have expected him to make you struggle under his cock, getting off of your pitiful wails while you fall apart; but instead he gets on his fours, kissing down the insides of your thighs while his thumb draws small circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. His beard tickles but he is surprisingly gentle when he spreads your legs wide open and gives the arousal between your thighs a slow, long lick, not breaking eye contact.

“Fuck… yes…”, you pant, grabbing him by one of his horns as you guide him to your sweet spots, his tongue stroking and circling the delicate bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long until you sink back into the pillows again, arching your back underneath him as he eats you out with such a devotion as if your pussy was a sake fountain. While one hand holds you down on your hips, the fingers of the other start sliding inside of you. One at first that you take with ease, then quickly a second one, the third when you begged him to with a whiny voice and the fourth when your walls were already clenching around him, riding on a high you never wanted to get off. 

Kaido wasn’t exactly tender but you didn’t want him to be; he made you a dripping mess and you loved it, whining out his name with every circle his tongue was drawing on you, your constant praise only motivating him to give his all. Whenever he spread apart his fingers wider you clawed into the sheets, bucking your hips against him, begging him to finally fill you up. Fingers only were never enough to satisfy you off fully, what you craved was his throbbing cock – now.

You try to wiggle free from his grip but Kaido holds you back down, shaking his head slightly. He wasn’t done with his meal yet. You mewl when he slides his fingers out to give your cunt a few slaps, the wet sounds of each one making you flinch with pleasure. He drags his tongue across your entrance, licking all the way up to your clit to give it the treatment of your dreams, only to shove it deep inside your hole, drinking up your juices with sloppy sounds.

When he pulls back his beard is glistening from you and you can feel your cunt throbbing when he licks his lips, thinking this was finally the moment you get to feel his cock. What you did not expect was him lowering himself down again, glaring at you from between your thighs as he places his thumb on your anus, his tongue flickering over your clit a few times before he asks in a low voice: “Should we prep you here, too?”

Your eyes rolling back inside your head are an answer enough as he starts rubbing there in small circles, his drool and your juices mixing on your sensitive skin. You can feel an orgasm building up within you and you cry out loud when he pushes his thumb in, your ring of muscles clenching around him violently as he continues sucking on your clit. It only takes a few seconds until you cum with your whole body trembling underneath him. Your hands claw into his arm which is holding you down, then you slump down weakly into the pillows, trying to catch your breath.

Kaido sits back up with a satisfied smile on his lips, admiring the view in front of him. There was a small puddle from your wetness on the sheets and you look at him with pleading eyes, chest heaving heavily as you touch yourself, desperate to keep the high going. You couldn’t imagine what his cock felt like when even his tongue and a thumb alone could make you cum this messy, but you were eager to find out. You watch him as he strips off his remaining clothes and bite your lip from the sight of his hard cock bouncing in the air. He reaches for lube on the nightstands and pumps it generously in his palms before he starts stroking himself, eyes fixated on you. Only when he positions himself between your spread legs again do you gently place a hand on his beefy chest, stopping him from lowering himself any further on you.

“I’m on top”, you demand and smirk when he grabs you by the waist, flipping you both around. He places one arm behind his head while giving his cock a few lazy pumps with his other as he watches you grinding on his thick thigh; your head still a bit dizzy from your orgasm, but nothing could stop you now. You lean forwards and wrap your arms around his neck, getting comfortable in his lap and pulling him in for a hungry kiss again, your eyelids fluttering when he starts rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds, mixing lube and your juices into a wet symphony.

Kaido takes a sharp breath through his gritted teeth when you start lowering yourself onto his cock, stretching your tight entrance wide open little by little. You rest your forehead against his, trying to breathe through the sensation as you sink down deeper, mulling about how easily he could split you in half, only getting wetter from the thought of it. You can feel tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, biting down hard your bottom lip as you take him inch by inch, your knees trembling. 

“Fuck… you feel incredible…”, Kaido grunts, eyes fixiated on his cock disappearing slowly inside of you. You wonder how much willpower it takes him to not slam you down onto his length and use you like a little doll. Maybe once you were fully stretched out for him… the thought keeps you pushing, your nails digging into his chest, filthy moans escaping your throat.

And then he’s all in. Your eyes widen in surprise and then you start laughing, almost in disbelief that you could really take him. Kaido smirks too, brushing your cheek with his massive hand as you roll your hips slowly, feeling drunk from the sensation of being stretched wide open by him. You didn't expect to feel this good…

You feel confident on his cock, powerful almost, admiring the feeling of his hand squeezing your ass every time you sink down onto him again, his nails leaving red trails on your skin while you suck on the fingers of his other hand, your eyes locked on his. Both of you could easily cum again a second time if only the build up wasn’t so good, neither of you wanted it to end just yet. When you guide his hand to your neck you can feel your walls squeezing even harder around him; and when he wraps his fingers around you like you show him to and he finally starts pounding on his own into your poor hole, you let out a giggle, overwhelmed by how incredible he makes you feel. 

He chokes you as if he loves you, letting you catch your breath only to rob it from you again when he thrusts inside of you, making you hiss and whimper, giving you a small glimpse of the beast that he was. Only when your grip around his arms starts to weaken, your vision getting blurry, he loosens his grasp around your delicate neck again, tiny stars dancing in front of your eyes while you continue riding him, both of your moans and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust filling the room. 

“Hng… I’m close…”, you gasp, sticking out your tongue, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck me harder, Kaido…” 

He kisses you sloppy, some raspy growls leaving his throat. You can feel him twitching inside of you when he wraps an arm around your hips and takes the lead, pushing you back down on the mattress without pulling out. You glare at him from underneath, his big stature hovering over you. He still has one hand around your neck when he leans down to kiss you again, rolling his hips as he fucks you into the mattress. You have one hand on his lower stomach, feeling his muscles contract with every thrust; your other hand playing with your clit, fingertips pressing down on it, drawing big slow circles around it, all under Kaido’s grim eyes.

You try not to pout when he lets go of your neck but don’t dare to object, considering the position you were in just now. It felt amazing, being at his mercy with his cock buried so deep inside of you, every inch of his body lusting for you. He tilts your face up with two fingers, his thumb on your bottom lip, demanding you to show your cheeky tongue. You obey and open up wide, sucking greedily on his fingers before he leans down to spit in your mouth, making you swallow before he does it a second time, a smug grin on his lips as he watches.

“Worororo… where do you want me to cum, little one? You seem quite hungry…”, he growls. You wrap your legs around him for an answer, making sure he won’t pull out. “Fill me up…”, you whine, rubbing yourself harder under his eyes, your other hand wandering down to his shaft.

What you do not expect is Kaido shaking your legs off with ease and sliding out of you, leaving you once again hollow and whimpering, moaning the loss of a great cock. He seems unbothered by your needy sounds as he grabs you and flips you on your stomach, his hand slamming down on each of your ass cheeks, your skin burning up underneath it. You cry out loud into a pillow, muffling your mewls within them, only to arch your back more, demanding another spank. His calloused hands show no mercy, grabbing your flesh with so much greed as if you were his and his only, his fingernails leaving red trails on your back.

Just when your hand is about to wander to the aching arousal between your thighs again, Kaido grabs both of your wrists and pins you down above your head, shoving himself inside of you without a warning until his balls slap against your sensitive skin, making you cry out loud in pleasure. He brings one hand forward and flicks your bundle of nerves just the way you did, drawing out sweet moans of your mouth while sliding deeper and harder inside of you than before. You were barely able to withstand his thrusts, the edge between pain and pleasure blurry, a tight knot forming in your stomach area that was about to erupt any second. 

“So fucking filthy–”

Kaido presses his thumb into a familiar hole again and that’s when your soft walls tighten around him violently as you cum hard on his cock, your juices running down the insides of your thighs as you tremble and sob, crying out his name. Unable to resist any longer, Kaido does another few sloppy thrusts into your delicate core before he pumps his load inside of you, pulling out halfway, only to shove himself back in, admiring the white mess dripping out of your cunt. He rubs his cock a few times between your folds, teasingly brushing your asshole with his tip, humming to the sound of your whiny voice.

“Short break, please…”, you gasp and try to crawl away from him, only to slump down on the sheets, your whole body trembling at the end of your strength. Your chest is heaving, covered with a thin sheen of sweat as you glance up to him. You desperately want to go for another round, but you know you would fall apart under his cock… and you still had a mission to fulfill (rob him off his blood money, kiss baby Yamato goodbye, leave without a trace). You pat down on the sheet next to you, humming when he does as you demand and lays down on his side, one hand caressing your curves gently.

“I’ll make you mine”, he says and you’re not sure if it’s a threat or a fateful wish, but either way you curl up against him, letting him brush the hair out of your face and kiss the side of your neck where he had left red marks, your naked bodies pressed against each other as you both come down from your high. Your skin feels electrified underneath his fingertips, soft moans leaving your open mouth, you felt so drunk on him. Carefully you trace his tattoo and his scars, drawing small circles on his warm skin, sinking deeper into his embrace. 

This felt nice. Fuck. Since you were about to fall anyway – why not go all in?

“Wanna show me your dragon form the next round…?”

[riotwritesthings]

Sleeping In

WinterIron, E, 3.7k - PWP, consensual somnophilia

I did have a fic planned for every day of this month, but then LIFE and at this point I’m just happy to have finished more than one ahaha. Sorry it’s a little rushed plzenjoy!

(And to my fellow monsterfuckers HAVE NO FEAR, there will be halloween monsterfucking fic…. eventually….)

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“How long until you get home?” Tony demands, even though he has to know that they’ve both been anxiously counting down the days.

“Three weeks,” Bucky says dryly, and then laughs when Tony lets out a loud huff.

“Don’t even joke,” Tony says and even over the phone Bucky can easily hear the exaggerated pout on his face, “I will leave your ass that is way too long.”

“No you won’t,” Bucky says confidently.

“No, I won’t,” Tony says with a rueful sigh and then pauses just long enough for Bucky to dare to think he’s won before adding, “but only because you’ll be home in two days. And listen to me carefully, okay, because I am dead serious; I want your dick in me as soon as you get home.”

Bucky can’t deny he likes the idea of that, likes it a lot, but they don’t even know what time of day he’s going to be home and Tony doesn’t exactly have an empty schedule, oh, ever. “What if—“

“No no, there is no caveat to that statement,” Tony interrupts, and he certainly sounds dead serious, even if he does also sound like he’s smirking wickedly. “Drag me out of a board meeting, bend me over a worktable, pin me up against the fridge, whatever you have to do, just fuck me.”

“‘M gonna hold you to that,” Bucky says and he’s not joking at all anymore, can already feel arousal threatening to twist him up tight and he still has two more days.

“You fucking better,” Tony says back and there’s not a hint of teasing in his voice, just heat and promise and fuck Bucky can’t wait to get home.

But two days turns into three, and then four, and by the time Bucky finally makes it home he’s more than ready to follow through on that promise of fucking Tony wherever he finds him, public decency be damned.

Luckily, Tony is in their room, already stripped down to his boxers in their bed and Bucky doesn’t actually have to traumatize any of his friends. Unluckily, Tony is also passed the hell out and doesn’t so much as twitch when Bucky gently shakes him, or when Bucky not-so-gently shakes him. Or when Bucky just can’t resist dragging his hands down Tony’s chest, all golden skin and muscle under his palms, and even pausing to tweak Tony’s nipples gets him only the barest hitch in Tony’s breathing.

Bucky is just starting to get concerned when FRIDAY speaks up to let him know that Tony stayed up the past two days waiting for him, that he hasn’t been sleeping much or well while Bucky was gone anyways.

As much as it makes something in Bucky’s chest go warm and soft at the proof that Tony missed him, that these days Tony doesn’t sleep alone any better than Bucky does, he still feels more than a little guilty that Tony was staying up waiting for him. Bucky does consider just leaving Tony be, but fuck he’s been half-hard for most of the flight home, fueled by adrenaline and the thought of finally getting his hands on Tony again, seeing his smile in person, and he still has Tony’s demand ringing in his ears.

‘Whatever you have to do,’ Tony had said, so Bucky helps himself.

Tony’s first thought when he wakes up is that dammit he hadn’t meant to fall asleep. At least he can tell from the lack of human space heater in the bed next to him that Bucky didn’t get home while he was passed out, like a weakling.

It also means, however, that Bucky still isn’t home yet.

He’s two days late at this point and Tony is about ready to threaten to take over the world himself if that’s what it takes to get his goddamn boyfriend back in the goddamn state.

Tony flails the sheets off of him with an unhappy groan, and that’s when he notices the ache, settled low in his core, warm and familiar. God he burns, Tony isn’t sure how the sweat coating his skin wasn’t the first thing he noticed when he woke up, the sheets beneath him clinging to his flushed skin as he pushes himself upright. And that’s about when Tony’s still-waking-up brain identifies the unmistakable itchy, flaky feeling on his stomach and the insides of his thighs as dried cum.

He sucks in a sharp breath, wondering if he’d had the first wet dream he’s had in decades, and if that’s the case why is he still hard, and that’s when Tony finally notices the heavy scent of fresh coffee and all the pieces snap into place.

Apparently, Bucky is home.

And apparently he took Tony’s instruction to fuck him as soon as he was entirely seriously, and damn Tony loves him so much. He also needs Bucky to get back here and finish the job, because while he apparently got Tony off in his sleep at some point (and Tony’s stomach gives another hard clench at that thought), there’s still a demanding knot of arousal in his gut, twisted so tightly it’s almost painful and damnit he needs Bucky to fuck him while he’s awake, too.

Tony opens his mouth to call out and demand that very thing, but all that comes out is a weak groan, his throat rough and dry and it seems like he’s going to have to go with plan B) going after Bucky himself.

Actually dragging himself out of bed is a little more difficult, his thighs aching and his breath coming in uneven gasps, pure need roaring through his veins so hard that it leaves him lightheaded. The movement makes it much more difficult to ignore the demanding throb of his cock, fuck he can feel his pulse, and Tony doesn’t even bother pulling back on the underwear Bucky must have stripped off of him some point, just stumbles out of the bedroom completely naked.

At least he doesn’t have far to go, following the familiar sounds of Bucky moving around in the kitchen and the heated throb of arousal in Tony’s core spikes higher as he feels more cum begin to slide down the insides of his thighs. By the time he rounds the corner, pure stubbornness is the only thing keeping him moving forward, keeping Tony from just taking his cock in hand and finishing the job himself. He’s so close though, and Tony barely even registers the plates of food on the counter, no matter how amazing they smell, his eyes only linger briefly on the steaming mug of coffee waiting for him.

All of his attention is on locating Bucky, that's all that really matters, and the only thing Tony cares about right now is that when he spots Bucky standing by the sink Bucky is already watching him right back with a wide smile. He's dressed in his favorite pajamas, his hair pulled up in a messy little bun, and it’s so familiar, feels so much like home, that for a second it almost makes Tony forget that he’s burning.

Bucky’s eyes are already on him, as heavy as a physical touch, and Tony is pretty sure Bucky’s attention had snapped up the second he stumbled into the room. Tony opens his mouth to demand Bucky abandon those dishes and get over here and touch him, or plead for it, or beg, but all that comes out is a rough, breathless sound.

“You need somethin’, sugar?” Bucky asks with a shit-eating grin, but the way his dark eyes immediately track down Tony’s body kind of ruins his attempts to sound innocent. Tony’s cock gives a hard, obvious twitch under Bucky’s lingering stare, and Bucky’s smirk pulls a little wider.

“You,” Tony finally manages to croak after another second of struggling to force the sound out, already stumbling forward and reaching for Bucky with both hands, but Bucky is quicker and he presses a glass of water into Tony’s hand instead. “What- I don’t-” Tony splutters out, and then huffs when Bucky continues pressing the glass into his palm rather than letting Tony immediately set it back down on the counter.

“Drink that first,” Bucky says sternly and then his voice drops a little, goes deep and warm, as he adds “I can hear how rough your throat is.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Tony grumbles, but he chugs down the water without further complaint because Bucky isn’t wrong, trying to speak is actually a little painful and the water does help. Plus it’s generally easier to make his point when he can actually get a word out without his voice cracking halfway through.

As soon as the glass is empty Tony goes to set it on the counter with a shaking hand, already reaching out for Bucky again with the other and opening his mouth to finally demand Bucky get over here and kiss him already. Bucky beats him to it though, stepping in close and stealing the words out of Tony’s mouth with a fierce, hungry kiss.

Now that he’s starting to fully wake up Tony can’t deny the breakfast Bucky has made does smell amazing, but none of it is nearly as tempting as Bucky. Kissing him is so familiar, but it’s been too long and the way he tastes and smells and feels takes Tony’s breath away all over again, the way his hands drag strong and demanding down Tony’s back, pulling him in closer like Bucky could possibly be as worked up as he is. No amount of coffee or fresh-cooked waffles are going to keep Tony from melting into the solid weight of Bucky against him, from rocking his hips forward to grind his throbbing cock against Buck’s thigh.

Bucky makes a low sound deep in his chest and kisses Tony harder, fingers digging into the curve of his ass as Bucky yanks him in and presses his leg a little further between Tony’s. Eventually Tony has to pull away to breathe, his lungs burning almost enough to compete with the fire spreading from his core and raging through the rest of his body.

He doesn’t detangle his fingers from where they’ve wound their way into Bucky’s hair though, keeping Bucky close as he sighs out “Honey, please—“

“You need somethin’, baby?” Bucky asks again and Tony can feel the edge of Bucky’s smug grin so he doesn’t bother with words, because dammit Bucky knows what he needs, so instead Tony just bites at his lower lip in retaliation. Bucky laughs softly against the corner of his mouth and his grip on Tony tightens, trying to pull him impossibly closer as Bucky’s voice dips low and hungry as he grows “knew it would drive you fuckin’ crazy t’ wake up like this, used and leakin’ and burnin’ with it.”

The words drag a shaking groan out of Tony because it’s true, he is fucking crazy, the thought that Bucky thoroughly fucked him without even waking him up, just using him, enough to leave Tony aching and then leaving him sprawled out and sloppy. Before Tony can voice any of that, or make any perfectly reasonable demands that Bucky do it again, Bucky is moving him and Tony’s stomach swoops hard.

Bucky easily boosts him up onto the counter, apparently still aware of their surroundings enough that nothing goes clattering to the ground and Tony doesn’t end up sitting bare-assed in any food. After a second of adjusting to the shock of cold marble against his flushed skin Tony lets himself flop back to lay across the counter, groaning in complaint when it forces him to break the kiss. He’s having trouble thinking past the pure need racing under his skin, but Bucky wastes no time tugging Tony forward until he’s hanging off the edge of the counter just enough that Bucky can press three fingers against his loose hole.

Tony lets out a loud, shameless moan as he drops his head back against the counter and rocks his hips down against the pressure of Bucky’s fingers sinking into him easily, highlighting just how loose and used he is. He can feel more cum bubbling out around Bucky’s fingers as they press deeper, sliding down his skin and making an even bigger mess of him, hell probably the counter and maybe even the floor too and Tony doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything but the feeling of Bucky's fingers pressing and curling deep inside him.

“You were supposed to wake me up,” Tony complains half-heartedly, torn between the urge to just melt into the pleasure racing through him, to just let it overwhelm him, and the undeniable need to continue rolling his hips, trying to get more.

“I did try,” Bucky says with a soft, gravely laugh, “you’re th' one who stayed up for days an’ then slept through the good stuff. An' trust me sweet thing, I was not gentle with you.” As if to prove his point he thrusts his fingers in harder, pushing the burning ache that’s settled in Tony’s hips higher, and Tony's fingers scramble at the edge of the counter just for something to hold onto as he lets out a sound that he would probably be embarrassed by if he had any blood left in his brain at all.

“Fuck me,” Tony sobs out as soon as he can get enough air to actually string the words together, and once he’s started Tony finds that the rest flows easily. “God please fuck me, need to actually feel you," Tony moans, squeezing his eyes shut as his gut gives another hard twist-and-jump at the filthy sounds of Bucky's fingers twisting inside him, spreading him wider, "want you to make an even bigger mess of me, missed you so goddamn bad want you to make me fucking ache- Bucky—“

Bucky makes a sound that can really only be described as a snarl, pulling away and ignoring both Tony's groan of complaint and his shaking, grasping hands. Tony's eyes fly open as Bucky's fingers slip free and leave him empty, a protest on his lips that is almost immediately smothered by Bucky leaning down to kiss him and Tony gets only a split-second's view of Bucky's eyes gone wild and dark before his own are falling closed again.

Bucky presses in closer and Tony wastes no time wrapping all of his limbs around him, struggling to continue kissing Bucky between panting breaths. He’s so lost in the feeling of Bucky's tongue tracing teasingly along his lips that the first nudge of Bucky’s warm cock against his hole drags a loud cry out of Tony’s chest, wavering and desperate. He claws at Bucky’s shoulders, digs his heels into the small of Bucky’s back, and then finally, finally the thick head of Bucky's cock is pressing into him, sinking deeper, slick and easy and Tony moans brokenly through the entire amazing aching burn of it, until Bucky is pressed against him entirely.

“Oh- fuck that’s so perfect,” Tony sighs as Bucky’s hips press tight to his own, clenching around the wide stretch of Bucky’s cock and then gasping when it throbs directly against his prostate.

“Mm, that what you wanted sweetheart?” Bucky teases, his lips dragging over Tony’s jaw. His hands move restlessly along Tony's sides, from his chest to his waist and back again, despite the fact that Bucky's hips stay pressed snugly against Tony's with no apparent intention to move, to give Tony anything more than the weight and stretch of Bucky's cock buried inside him.

Tony hums, happy and needy and more than a little dazed, and shoves his fingers into Bucky's hair again so he can pull him up into a kiss. “Perfect,” he says again when he pulls away, rocking his hips against Bucky’s in barely-there motions and dragging his teeth sharply over Bucky’s lower lip before adding, “now fuck me.”

Bucky makes a sound caught somewhere between a laugh and a growl, but finally withdraws just a little and then snaps his hips forward again, driving his cock in hard and Tony nearly sobs at the slick, messy feeling of it. "You want me t' fuck you, baby?" Bucky demands, his grip tightening on Tony's hips to hold him in place as Bucky thrusts into him again, "really make you feel it? Stuff you even more full until 'til you jus' can't take anymore?"

“Yes, yes- fuck I missed you so much,” Tony gasps out as Bucky starts up a quick, desperate rhythm, completely at odds with the air of nonchalance he’d been trying to put on when Tony first walked into the kitchen and it immediately has Tony rocketing towards the edge. “So good, god you feel so fucking good please—"

It doesn’t matter that he’s already been worked open and well-fucked, every deep thrust of Bucky’s cock has him aching in the best possible way and Tony is reduced to breathy sounds of pleasure as he lets himself drown in it. Bucky continues fucking into him with steady, inescapable rolls of his hips and Tony had thought he woke up already on the edge but Bucky just keeps pushing him higher, until Tony’s sure every thrust is either going to break him or drive him out of his mind.

Bucky curls in around him tighter, metal fingers digging into Tony’s thigh and hitching it up higher as his other arm wraps around Tony’s shoulders, yanking him back into every thrust. “Couldn’t fuckin’ wait to get inside you again,” Bucky growls, his lips pressed to the shell of Tony’s ear and his voice a low rumble that Tony can feel all through his chest. "Couldn' wait to feel you clenchin’ around me again, so tight an' perfect, an’ even in your sleep you make that gorgeous little noise when I press so deep-“ Bucky pauses to snap his hips forward again hard, driving his cock so deep that Tony swears he can feel it everywhere and it forces a broken, hiccuping moan out of his chest. “Yeah, jus’ like that," Bucky says smugly, tightening his hold on Tony’s hips and holding him in place as Bucky rolls his hips and presses impossibly deeper, deeper, until Tony’s breath comes out as a wail, and then resumes his quick, brutal thrusts.

Tony is reduced to moans and mindless pleading noises, tightening his grip on Bucky’s hair as the knot of tension in his gut winds tighter, almost painful. He’s so close, his orgasm building so intently that he can feel it through his entire body, almost too much, but try as he might Tony can’t form the actual words to beg for what he needs. Bucky understands him anyways though, and leans back just enough that he can slide his hand down Tony’s chest to wrap around his cock.

“Yes,” Tony finally finds the air to sob as Bucky works him with quick, tight strokes, perfectly in time with the steady thrust of his hips and Tony is burning, “so good, that’s- just like- fuck, Bucky—“

Tony's pretty sure the sound that escapes him when he comes isn’t even human, his head snapping back so hard that it thumps against the counter and Tony can’t even feel it past the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through him, over him, carrying him away. All Tony can do is cling for all he's worth and gasp out broken, pleading moans as Bucky continues thrusting into him hard and deep, wringing every last drop of cum from Tony's cock, every last spark of pleasure from his body.

"Fuck," Bucky growls and slams into him again, grinding as deeply as he can until Tony can't even breathe past the feeling of fullness, "so fuckin' perfect baby, Tony—“ Bucky ducks his head with a loud groan as he comes, his teeth sinking into the meat of Tony's shoulder, and Tony kind of loses track of everything that's not the throb and swell of Bucky's cook against his every nerve and the warm, messy feeling of it as Bucky spills inside him.

They take their time catching their breath, still clinging to each other, and if it takes a little longer than usual as they just breathe each other in Tony is sure Bucky doesn't mind any more than he does. Eventually Bucky starts dotting kisses along Tony's shoulder and up the line of his throat, and Tony lets out a happy sigh as he tips his chin up to give Bucky more access to his neck. Otherwise though he doesn’t move at all except to hug Bucky a little harder, tightening his legs around Bucky's waist just in case he was planning on pulling away.

“Okay," Tony says once his heart rate has at least mostly returned to normal, not counting the occasional jump when Bucky's teeth drag over his skin, "coffee time.” He finally untangles one hand from Bucky's hair to start blindly feeling around on the counter for the mug that he knows must be somewhere around here. It would probably be easier to find anything if Bucky wasn't taking up most of his line of sight, but after not seeing him for weeks like hell is Tony going to complain.

Bucky laughs softly when Tony huffs in frustration and pushes himself upright just enough to reach over and pull the mug into Tony's reach. It doesn't take Tony long to realize he won't actually be able to drink it without sitting upright, which would involve Bucky pulling away entirely, which is just unacceptable. So Tony sets the coffee back down with a regretful sigh and returns Bucky's fond grin with a wide smile of his own, pulling him down for another kiss.

There's still a lot of things Tony wants to say, like that this is now officially his favorite way to wake up, how goddamn badly he missed Bucky while he was gone and that Bucky is never allowed to leave again, but he figures that can wait until they eventually get around to eating the waffles that are slowly going cold on the island. For now Tony has Bucky's arms wrapped around him, Bucky's lips against his own, and nothing is more important than that.

[soulvee-animationz]

Queens of Caninia as incorrect quotes!!

@f-p-studios

Jenn: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Indy, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball! Katherina: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Moon: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Moon: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Amber: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Fiona: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Jenn: I prevented a murder today. Katherina: Really? How’d you do that? Jenn: self control.

Jenn, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Katherina. Katherina: How did you do that without turning around? Jenn: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Jenn: I'm incredibly fast at math. Katherina: Alright, what's 30x17? Jenn: 47 Katherina: That's not even close. Jenn: But it was fast.

Indy: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.  Fiona: You're like 15 years old  Indy: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Indy: Here's some advice Fiona: I didn't ask for any Indy: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Indy: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Fiona: What's that?  Indy: You've never had leftovers???  Fiona: No, because I'm not a quitter.

Amber: This is a mistake  Fiona, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!  Amber: But not today  Fiona, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Moon: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Amber: You need to stop.

Moon: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Amber: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Moon: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Fiona: Welcome, fellow idiots  Amber: Hello, Fiona  Fiona: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot  Amber: You underestimate me

Fiona: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It? Amber: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!! Fiona: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

Fiona: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao  Amber: What did you do Fiona?  Fiona: A MISTAKE

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*  Moon: Thanks fam!  Jenn: oh no  Amber: *cries* I love you too  Katherina: Sounds fake but okay  Fiona: *A flustered mess*  Indy: can i get a refund

Moon: Hewwo.  Amber: Hihiiiiii!  Jenn: Greetings, Humans.  Katherina: Three kinds of people.  Fiona: I want pudding.  Moon: Four kinds of people.  Indy: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?  Katherina: Five kinds of people.

Moon: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.  Amber: What if it bites me and it dies!?  Jenn: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Amber, learn to listen.  Fiona: What if it bites itself and I die?  Indy: That’s voodoo.  Katherina: What if it bites me and someone else dies?  Amber: That’s correlation, not causation.  Fiona: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?  Indy: That’s kinky.  Moon: Oh my God.

[featherquillpen]

Reclist: Eldritch/Inhuman Castiel

My interest in Supernatural, such as it is, begins and ends with Castiel, a gay angel who is portrayed by known human being Misha Collins, but is shown by visual storytelling (shattering glass, fallen trees, dramatic lightning flashes) and in dialogue ("I am a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent", "my true body is the size of the Chrysler Building") to be an incorporeal nightmare monster who just so happens to have possessed a suburban dad. I am a monsterfucker who absolutely wanted to read about a terrifying eldritch gay angel, but I discovered to my great disappointment that most SPN fanwork portrays him as a quirky human man lightly dusted with halo spice.

However, I have managed to find some fanwork that gave me the many-eyed, mind-breaking, dorky gay possession spirit that I crave, and I thought I would share my finds with all my fellow alienfuckers. Also, for those alienfuckers who are not in this fandom (excellent life choice, by the way) I have marked with an asterisk (*) those fanworks that I think work well without any knowledge of SPN.

Fanart

Contra's trueform!Cas art

Contra's take on Cas's trueform is inspired and incredibly cute. I love how he draws Cas as his usual nearly expressionless human vessel, but then has a very expressive trueform expanding like a giant cloud of wings and eyes around him.

Carolina's trueform!Cas art

Carolina's take on Cas's trueform is very abstract and intriguing. In the example I linked, the blue and tan and white of Jimmy Novak's iconic outfit spill out in a chaos of triangles and wings and animal heads from Jimmy's body as Cas possesses him, as well as the red burn of Cas's handprint on Dean.

Friendly Pigeon's Giant Castiel series*

Friendly Pigeon heard Castiel say that his true form was the size of the Chrysler Building and decided to take that to its logical fanart conclusion. This art beautifully communicates the awe-inspiring scale of a cosmic being like Cas.

angel-derangement's trueform!Cas art*

This fanartist draws Cas so different every time, and so WEIRD that I am honestly inspired. These trueforms are inspired by everything from the lighting aisle at a hardware store to Lisa Frank. Feast your eyes.

Long Fanfic (>50k)

Cruel Angels* by orphan (107k)

The ultimate in eldritch!Cas. This author delivered to me everything I wanted: Cas walking the earth in a giant, freaky, many-headed form that sends everybody but Dean screaming for the hills. The sheer power, scale, and alienness of Castiel in this fic is unparalleled, and yet he always tries so hard to do the right thing, in his endearing way.

Cinderwings* by bendingsignpost (182k)

The Cas in this Cinderella-ish AU is technically not as alien as in most of the fics on this list, in that he is a corporeal humanoid being who just happens to have ginormous wings, but the fic does a great job of portraying Cas and angels in general as very culturally distinct from humans - a lot of the drama of this fic comes from Cas operating from totally different first principles than humans do.

So Says the Sword* by komodobits (85k)

An AU(-ish? it's complicated) where Dean says yes to being Michael's vessel, and Castiel is assigned to guard him. Castiel and Dean are basically locked in a holodeck together, under terrible circumstances, and bond with each other while they wait for the apocalypse. The Castiel POV is beautiful, his true form scene is awe-inspiring, and the fic is so poetically written in general.

Medium Fanfic (10 - 50k)

Broadway Musical* by Griftings

An exceedingly silly AU that includes references to Jewish angel lore, angels having three animal heads as per the Book of Revelation, and Cas having previously possessed a dinosaur as a vessel. I love that Cas has an internal conversation going with Jimmy throughout the fic, a stream of petty arguments and useful tips for playing human, which emphasizes how Cas is not his vessel.

closer (isn't close enough) by fleeceframe

A finale fix-it in which Cas is now an archangel. While Cas is roughly humanoid in this fic, you still get the immensity and power of his true nature. In this fic, he heals trauma damage directly from Dean and Sam's brains, and designs a heaven for bees, which is just... such wholesome weird angel content.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day by awed_frog (31k)

The description of Cas's true form in this story was so poetic and beautiful I actually cried. This fic captures the concept of the sublime: the feeling you get in prayer or in contemplation of nature that you are very small and the universe is vast and frightening and breathtaking.

Short Fanfic (<10k)

Fata morgana. by orange_crushed (7k)

Castiel in hell, searching for Dean, from demon!Bela's point of view. I love how Bela's demon senses can see Cas's Grace fading and warping in hell. Cas is also just so hopelessly sweet amidst the bleakness of this story.

diamond star halo by jad (5k)

Castiel possessing Dean, from Sam POV. I love fic where Cas possesses other vessels than Jimmy, because it emphasizes that Cas is not his vessel - he is an incorporeal entity who needs help from humans to interact in the human world. Castiel!Dean in this story is just so weird and I love it.

Everyone is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12 (8k)

A very weird eldritch Cas made of blade-feathers and spinning wheels and tentacles, AND it's hurt/comfort! I'm such a sucker for fic where a monstrous/alien character is hurt and receives comfort, because monsters deserve love and care, too.

[littlesilverdiary]

This blog is an experiment. I haven't entirely decided on specific details, but I wanted to get the blog started anyway so I can start playing the game, taking notes, and writing. The gist is this:

- can't decide whether I want this to be in a diary format or another perspective, so I'm gonna play with both and see which I like best!

- I'm going to be playing pokemon soul silver, silver has always been one of my favorites, so why not write smut about it!* not sure if I wanna play by any special rules, but I'm always open to suggestion and am considering some loose nuzlocke rules to make things interesting. Oh, of note! I'm playing soul silver*, and writing shit about said gameplay, but I'm not writing about Lyra*! She's a child, and that's gross. Maybe I'm a certain kind of gross, writing about pokefucking and being a monsterfucker at all, but I'm not a pedophile, lmao. Please just go away if you're looking for that. I'm writing my own character who is well into her adulthood, a researcher who never did the gym challenge as a youth, too focused on being a bookworm, and decided to partake of the challenge since she decided to start catching Pokemon as well as studying them. I probably won't go too into the story, unless any readers super want that.

*uhhh I'm not playing soul silver, I'm at a point, with certain Pokemon that I don't want to erase, but I'm far enough that I can't exactly remember and I do want this story to be a certain way. lmao... So... I'm gonna be playing something else. I looked through the games I have and I think I have to restart let's go eevee anyways so probably that! If not.... Well, then I'm gonna beat one I'm almost done with and play that one. I'll figure something else out lmao. If it's gonna take a while I might write some smut as a warm up, but we shall seeeeeee

- yes, this will be smut! primarily pokephilia. pokefucking? new to participating in fandom, and new to writing a smut series, especially like this... please be kind in your constructive criticism? but it's absolutely welcome, I'll never get better at writing if I don't learn what I've done wrong! That being said, this still is a just a smutty, highly self indulgent fanfic. This lady is going to fuck some pokemon, maybe gonna even romance some who knows! She might even fuck some of her fellow trainers, but I imagine that will be rare. NO-NON CON! I'm going to do my best to do some general content tags at the start so you know what to expect, especially because sometimes I do like to be other kinds of gross. Don't be afraid to ask for me to tag things, sometimes I forget or it just doesn't occur to me. Don't be afraid to send me requests too, if you wanna see me write a certain kink. ;) At some point I'm going to get a list of stuff I will and won't write.

- please be kind about my timing. I'm a thirsty pervert, but I'm also fighting those mental health demons and sometimes writing is hard. I will do my best!

Uhh I think that's it's for now. I'll add more as I think of it, reformat this, what have you. If you're still sticking around to the end of this, thank you! Hope you enjoy whatever I manage to write. Feel free to make suggestions for which game I should tackle next, if I manage to beat SS!