#psychedelic intox

[sapphire-kittytoy]

Hi! Welcome to my blog!

About Me 🌿

[This post will be updated periodically; last update 01/15/2025]

call me Rowan or Lark!

i'm 20, a pan & polyamorous transfem genderfluid stoner punk alterhuman girlthing, pre-E; she/they/ae > he. if you're on my blog, you're not straight, sorry :3c

i've got BPD and auDHD and use tonetags to clarify my tone for personal reasons.

i'm also an aceflux [borderline hypersexual?] verse switch with a slight sub lean! trying to explore my more dominant side as well tho

I'm taken & in a closed relationship but open to fwb's or exploring :3 anything more than casual requires an interview w/ my hubby, tho [/hj]

this blog is primarily NSFW/NSFT, as such, minors and ageless accounts please DNI. i am indiscriminate in what I reblog, so it might be wacky and wholesome fandom content one minute and a hard kink the next, so scroll with caution! i don't tag things efficiently, so don't expect that.

If you really wanna know more about me, take a peek below the cut :3 DMs are reserved for moots but asks are encouraged for all!

taken tags: 🦴, 🐶🕳, 🐾

My hobbies include but are not limited to:

reading, media consumption of all kinds [tv series, movies, anime, youtube, you name it], hiking and meandering, art / doodling & graphic design, music production, songwriting and poetry, thrifting and style, random crafts, video games [depending on my mood - Inscryption, Sonic, Celeste, Minecraft, COTL, FNAF, Fortnite or Roller Champions, racers, & more! just ask lmao], listening to music [i have an eclectic music taste! Music recs are welcome!], learning guitar

I'm plural and some posts might allude to that. I'm open to discussing it but most of my pluralblr related posts go elsewhere [if you want our handle, ask.]

I prefer feminine or gender neutral petnames [especially kitty!] but love being called a pretty boy :3 other than that just try stuff out on me.

I'm about 6' and naturally a ginger [i will fight the recolor war and dye on that hill tho]

I don't have any tattoos or piercings yet, but want to change that soon!

My likes and Special Likes, ranking out of 3 ☆'s: [hard kinks tw]

[I'm technically a virgin, still exploring, but i do a lot of reading lol]

Praise ☆☆☆, marking ☆☆, cnc & somno ☆☆☆, bondage ☆, roleplay, dacryphilia, petplay/pred/prey stuff ☆☆☆, light breath play, breeding, intox [weed or psychedelics]☆☆, cockwarming, sensation play, light blood, & more [im flexible]

Hard Limits:

scat, emeto, knives, [fourth thing here i dont remember]

Tags I Use: [may be revised]

# 🌿💙 - sfw reblogs

#shake shake temptations - dirty reblogs

#mroww-wow - dirty rambles

#lark rambles - original posts

#lark rants - self explanatory

#cat treats! :3 - asks

#lark pics :3 - my photos

#meow mixtape - music [original or playlists, depends]

#poems by lark - self explanatory, original poetry [nonsexual]

#lark vents - self explanatory, just in case i feel like it

#dark lark - heavier posts, mainly related to poems, vents, or personal thoughts

#notes for my hubby - self-explanatory, usually dirty

If you've made it this far, like this post & DM me!! I don't bite [hard-]

my cashapp is $LarkspurWoods if you feel like surprising me :3

other blog features coming soon potentially!

I'm in the pacific northwest & open to making friends should the vibes be right

[diamondnokouzai]

i grow weary of the bright lights and flashing colors. i desire amphetamines.

[menucalipackla]

Trankiz 2mg

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[corasexigence]

Intox Play Primer

Vet for high risk play. If you don't have the utmost trust in someone, control what you're putting in your own body and know where it all came from.

Check for interactions. Yes, this means sharing complete information about whatever medications the person getting drugged is on. No, the interactions are not always intuitive. Yes, this includes things like alcohol. Ideally, ask your doctor about interactions with whatever you're about to play with- they're trained in spotting interactions, you're probably not. (ETA- @vekarin-striae mentioned that pharmacists are often cheaper, more specialized, and less invasive to talk to about drug interactions.)

If you've checked the interactions yourself, assume you might have missed something. Even if you've gotten your doctor to check, be aware they might have missed something. I once caught a potassium deficiency issue in someone's existing medication that their doctor prescribed them.

ROUND 1- Use it for its own sake before you play with it. Spend the time together and set yourself up for success: easy access to food, water, comfort media, and comfortable places to sit and lie down. Know how long it should last. Get someone who's used it before to tripsit if you can. Don't give yourself any tasks that involve new skills. Be ready to offer yourself or your partner a redirect from negative or anxious trains of thought.

Know what a good time on your drug physically looks and feels like. This is crucial, because things might go sideways in a way you're not expecting. Don't just be watching for specific signs of an overdose (though those are worth keeping in mind too)- if something seems wrong, get help. Seconds matter and you're probably not a professional.

Similarly: if the drug is at all sedative, or a downer, or long-lasting, and they're unconscious before it's out of their system, check for breathing and check for pulse. Also, your risk profile is your own, but I don't fuck around with hard sedatives- there's too fine a line between which body systems they shut down.

Start with a low-to-standard dose, and adjust doses for any relevant interactions (e.g. estradiol approximately halves liver tolerance [alcohol, weed, diphenhydramine], SSRIs approximately double psychedelic tolerance).

In order to avoid dependence issues, I wait a default of two weeks between recreational uses of any drug. (I only count caffeine here if I'm having more than two cups of tea in a day.)

ROUND 2- Play with it scripted and above board before you play with it in an explicitly cnc way. Your communication and mental state will have shifted, and you'll need to learn to accommodate that; make sure you try things out without added communication barriers first. Also, make sure to talk about how everything went afterwards when you're both sober!

If you're going to adjust doses, do it slowly and carefully. Most easily accessible recreational drugs can be incremented by half the standard dose. Some drugs are incredibly sensitive to fine adjustments; this is why Fentanyl, for example, is so dangerous and not recommended to use.

ROUND 3- Don't get comfortable. Try to have as peaceful and relaxed an experience as you want, and keep an eye on things as you play with different emotional states- but DEFINITELY continue to keep an eye on safety. It doesn't stop being a concern because you've done it once and everything went fine.

ETA- Mind how drugs affect things like pain tolerance! You might miss important signals from your body. Also, pay attention to overlap with your neurotype when planning and risk profiling. You might desire or achieve different effects depending on your own specific brain.

[librababe99]

Healing Touch

cw: MDNI, 18+, Smut, Fluff, Young!Charles Xavier, Fem!Reader word count: 2.7K Summary: In the mid-1970s, Charles Xavier is a man haunted by loss and burdened by the weight of his own mind. When you, a fellow mutant, offer him not only companionship but a love he never expected, the walls he has built around his heart begin to crumble.

A/N: Since I wrote for Erik I felt that writing for Charles balances everything out <3 Forgive me if mentioning the cuban missile crisis at the beginning throws off the timeline in anyway, we don't have to jump into technicalities...lol! Anyways, please feel free to comment, reblog or like this <3 happy reading!

(Marvel Masterlist)

The 1970s had a way of weaving magic into the air—rife with a rebellious freedom, spinning off the back of a decade of upheaval. Amidst the intoxicating haze of civil rights movements, psychedelic music, and ever-changing fashion, there was something magnetic about this era, as if the world were in the throes of rediscovering itself. And in that same time, tucked away in the heart of Westchester County, Charles Xavier was a man rediscovering himself too—one who had seen the world both at its brightest and at its darkest.

The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning had become more than just a school. With the Cuban Missile Crisis a decade behind them and the threat of mutants still very much real, Charles had been pulled into a storm that had rocked him to his core. The man who had once been so full of optimism and hope had become someone else—someone hardened by loss, crippled both physically and emotionally. He had found himself retreating from the world, isolating behind the walls of his mansion, letting the noise of the outside world fade into a dull, muted hum.

But then there was you.

You had come into Charles’s life by chance, a fellow mutant with abilities that he couldn’t help but be drawn to. He had noticed you first because of your power—something akin to empathy, the ability to feel and manipulate the emotions of others. It was subtle, nothing explosive like fire or ice, but it was potent in its own right. In some ways, Charles found it even more fascinating, for it spoke to the heart of what he had always believed—that mutants were more than just their powers; they were people with gifts, capable of great good or terrible destruction depending on how they wielded them.

But it wasn’t just your abilities that caught his attention. There was something about you that stirred something long-buried inside him. You were strong, yes, but kind too—empathetic not just because of your powers but because of who you were at your core. And in a world where Charles had grown tired of fighting, tired of losing, you had become a beacon of warmth in the cold. Your presence began to thaw the ice he had encased himself in, and though he resisted it at first, that pull between you was undeniable.

It was a Friday night, and the mansion was quiet, the students having all gone off for the weekend. The air outside was thick with the scent of rain, the clouds heavy and swollen, but inside, there was a warmth that clung to the air. You had found Charles in his study, a glass of scotch in hand, seated behind the large oak desk that had become almost a throne for him. He was disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hair slightly out of place in a way that made him seem more human, less like the esteemed Professor Xavier he had always tried to be.

You knocked softly on the doorframe, leaning against it with a playful smile. "You look like you could use a break."

Charles glanced up from his drink, his eyes settling on you in that way that always sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes—those sharp, piercing blue eyes—were tired, but they softened when they met yours. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "A break from what, exactly?"

You shrugged, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward him. "From thinking. From brooding. From being Charles Xavier, mutant extraordinaire." You reached his desk and perched yourself on the edge of it, your knee brushing his thigh as you did so. His eyes flickered down to the point of contact, and you saw the briefest hitch in his breath.

“I don’t brood,” he replied, though the smile that followed betrayed his words.

“Oh, you most certainly do.” You leaned forward, teasingly close, just enough that he could feel your presence in the air between you. “You sit in this big, empty mansion, all alone, with your thoughts and your scotch, and you brood.”

Charles chuckled softly, though there was something in the sound that was darker, more resigned. “Maybe I do.” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes distant for a moment. “There’s a lot to think about these days.”

You watched him for a moment, your gaze softening. Charles had always carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even before the accident that had left him in a wheelchair. But now, that weight seemed heavier, as though the world had taken too much from him.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his wrist, and the moment you touched him, you could feel it—a deep, aching sadness, buried beneath layers of composure and strength. It was like touching a wound that had never quite healed.

“I can feel it, you know,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles looked up at you, and for a moment, the walls he had built around himself seemed to crumble, leaving behind the man he had tried so hard to hide. “Feel what?” His voice was just as soft, but there was an edge to it, a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see.

You smiled gently, your fingers trailing up his arm, barely grazing his skin. “Everything. The pain, the loss, the weight of all of it. You’re carrying so much, Charles. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he did. “And what if I don’t want you to feel it?”

“Then I won’t,” you whispered, your hand now resting against his chest, right over his heart. “But I want to help you carry it. I want to be there for you.”

Charles’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with something deep inside him, as though he were warring with himself. Then, slowly, he reached up, his hand covering yours as it rested on his chest. His touch was warm, gentle, and yet there was a tension in the way he held you, as though he were afraid to let go.

“I don’t deserve that,” he said, his voice barely audible.

Your heart clenched at his words, and without thinking, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you until your lips were inches from his. “You deserve so much more than you think, Charles.”

And then you kissed him.

It was soft at first, tentative, as though you were testing the waters, waiting to see if he would pull away. But he didn’t. Instead, his hand tightened around yours, and you felt him respond, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that surprised you both.

The kiss deepened, the years of longing, pain, and desire pouring into it with a ferocity that neither of you had expected. You could feel the way his body tensed beneath you, the way his breathing quickened as he lost himself in the moment.

Before you knew it, you were climbing into his lap, straddling him as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. Charles groaned against your lips, his hands sliding up your thighs, gripping your hips as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against your mouth, his voice thick with desire and hesitation.

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your forehead resting against his as you smiled softly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

His response was a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill racing through you, and before you knew it, he was kissing you again, more desperate this time, as though he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, and Charles let out a breathless laugh, the sound vibrating against your lips as you finally managed to push the fabric aside, revealing the hard planes of his chest. You ran your hands over his skin, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Charles let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that broke your heart. “You’re the first person who’s ever said that to me.”

You smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his neck. “Then they’re all fools.”

His hands were everywhere, exploring your body as though he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His touch was gentle at first, almost reverent, but there was a fire behind it, a need that he had kept buried for far too long.

When you finally peeled off your shirt, you heard him suck in a breath, his eyes darkening with desire as he took you in. “God, you’re—” His voice broke off, as though he couldn’t quite find the words, but you didn’t need him to.

You kissed him again, your hands sliding down his chest, feeling the way his body responded to you, the way he trembled beneath your touch. You could feel the tension between you building, the air thick with anticipation.

And then, slowly, you began to move against him, your hips grinding against his in a rhythm that had both of you gasping for breath. Charles’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you, matching your movements with a desperate need.

“Please,” he breathed, his voice ragged.

You didn’t need to ask what he wanted. You could feel it, the desire, the longing, the need for release that had been building between you for so long. You reached between your bodies, your fingers making quick work of the zipper of his pants.

When he finally slid into you, the sensation was overwhelming—an electric jolt that sent shockwaves through your entire body. Charles let out a broken gasp, his hands gripping

as he pulled you closer, his body trembling beneath yours. You could feel the tension in him, every muscle wound tight, as if he were barely holding himself together.

You both paused for a moment, the sheer intensity of the connection stealing the breath from your lungs. You hadn’t expected it to feel like this, like every nerve in your body had come alive, attuned to him and only him. Charles's forehead pressed against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin as you both adjusted, savoring the feeling of being so intimately joined.

“God,” he whispered, almost reverently. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—for so long.”

Your fingers slid up into his hair, cradling his head, and you pressed a soft kiss to the top of it, your heart swelling at the vulnerability in his voice. “Then take me, Charles. I’m yours.”

That was all the permission he needed.

With a low, guttural sound, Charles’s grip on your hips tightened, and he began to move beneath you, slow at first, a steady rhythm that made you gasp with every roll of his hips. He filled you so perfectly, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body. You matched his pace, rocking against him, savoring the slow burn that built between you, the friction pulling you both closer to the edge with every passing second.

Charles’s hands roamed your body, sliding up your back, tracing the curve of your spine, then slipping lower, his fingers digging into your skin with barely restrained intensity. His lips found your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

“Charles…” you gasped, your head tilting back as you gave him more access.

His lips parted against your skin, and you could feel the groan that rumbled in his chest. “I can feel you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Every thought, every emotion—it’s overwhelming.”

You leaned back, meeting his gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with need, but there was something else there too—something raw, something so deep and primal that it made your heart race.

“Don’t hide from me,” you whispered, your hands cradling his face. “Feel me. All of me.”

Charles’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if letting go of the barriers he had so carefully constructed. And then, all at once, it hit you—the full weight of his mind brushing against yours, the flood of emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave.

It wasn’t just desire you felt—though that was certainly there, sharp and electric, searing through your veins. It was everything. His longing, his fear, the deep well of sadness that had haunted him for so long, and underneath it all, a love so profound it left you breathless.

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation of his mind intertwining with yours sent a jolt of pleasure through you, heightening everything. The room around you seemed to fade, the only thing that existed in that moment was him—his body, his mind, and the way he was utterly consuming you.

Charles groaned, his hips bucking up into you with a sudden intensity that made you cry out. “I’ve never felt anything like this,” he panted, his voice strained, as though he were on the edge of losing control.

You could barely form words, the pleasure building inside you almost unbearable. “Charles, please…”

He understood without needing to ask. His hands slid down to your hips again, guiding you faster now, his movements more urgent, more desperate. You could feel the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring wound too far, ready to snap.

And then, with one hard thrust, you shattered.

A wave of ecstasy washed over you, white-hot and all-consuming, leaving you trembling in its wake. You cried out his name, your body arching against his, and you could feel him lose himself in the moment too, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurt as he followed you over the edge.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths and the thrum of your racing heartbeat. You slumped against Charles, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you both came down from the high.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as though afraid to let go. You could still feel the echo of his mind against yours, the connection between you not quite severed, and it brought a sense of intimacy that was unlike anything you had ever known.

After a long moment, Charles broke the silence, his voice soft and hoarse. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Neither did I.”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were still dark, but there was a softness to them now, a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You frowned slightly. “For what?”

“For reminding me what it’s like to feel something other than pain.” His voice was filled with a quiet reverence, as though he couldn’t quite believe it himself.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a slow, tender kiss. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore, Charles. I’m here.”

He smiled, a real, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “I know.”

You shifted slightly, still straddling his lap, and Charles let out a soft groan. The movement stirred something in you both, a flicker of desire reigniting as your bodies remained entwined.

“You know,” you said playfully, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest, “we’ve got the whole mansion to ourselves tonight.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, his smile turning into something more mischievous. “Is that so?”

You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Maybe we should take advantage of that.”

His breath hitched, and you felt his hands tighten on your hips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “Then I’ll make it a night you won’t forget.”

With that, you began to move again, slow and teasing, savoring every moment of the night ahead.

[phoenixrisingastro]

Astrological Addictions: How Your Zodiac Sign Influences Substance Preferences

"Every sign has a craving, a darkness. What's yours?"

(Not a promotion for drug use. For entertainment purposes only)

Astrology is more than your daily horoscope. It’s a map to your deepest desires, darkest urges, and yes—your vices. Let’s unravel the intoxicating connection between your zodiac sign and your addictive tendencies. Are you ready to look in the mirror, or will you keep lying to yourself?

♈ Aries: The Adrenaline Addict

Ruled by fiery Mars, Aries craves the thrill of the chase. You’re not one for passive indulgence—you need something that ignites your spirit and sets your veins on fire. Your addiction? Energy drinks, stimulants, or risky behaviors that push you to the brink. You’re not just chasing the high; you’re chasing your limits.

♉ Taurus: The Sensual Escape

Earthy Taurus, ruled by Venus, you’re all about comfort and pleasure. You lean into indulgence because it feels good, not because it’s destructive. Your addiction? Food, fine wine, or weed—anything that stimulates your senses and keeps you grounded in bliss. But beware, Taurus: too much of a good thing can rot you from the inside.

♊ Gemini: The Mental High

Ruled by Mercury, Gemini, your addiction is the buzz of your own mind. You can’t sit still, and your craving for novelty can lead you to dangerous places. Your addiction? Nicotine, party drugs, or even social media binges. You’re not addicted to substances—you’re addicted to stimulation.

♋ Cancer: The Emotional Escape

Moon-ruled Cancer, your vices are tied to your emotions. When the waves crash too hard, you seek solace in things that numb or soothe. Your addiction? Alcohol, emotional eating, or even codependency. Be careful, Cancer. You think you’re protecting yourself, but you’re really drowning in your own waters.

♌ Leo: The Spotlight Fix

Bold and dramatic, Leo craves validation like oxygen. Ruled by the Sun, you want to shine brighter than anyone else. Your addiction? Designer drugs, luxury indulgences, or the high of constant attention. Leo, don’t let your desire for recognition burn you out—your inner light is enough.

♍ Virgo: The Quiet Obsession

Virgo, your addiction hides behind your perfectionist façade. Ruled by Mercury, you crave control, even in chaos. Your addiction? Pills, overworking, or obsessive self-improvement. You won’t admit it, but your need for order often leads to destruction behind closed doors.

♎ Libra: The Lover's Drug

Venus-ruled Libra, your addiction is romance—or the illusion of it. You get high on the idea of love, even when it’s toxic. Your addiction? Love, sex, or anything that distracts you from your inner imbalance. Be careful not to lose yourself while chasing connection.

♏ Scorpio: The Dark Fixation

Ruled by Pluto and Mars, Scorpio, you’re no stranger to obsession. You’re drawn to the extremes, the taboos, the things that make others flinch. Your addiction? Hard drugs, sexual escapism, or psychological manipulation. You don’t just crave the high—you crave the abyss.

♐ Sagittarius: The Wanderlust Drunk

Jupiter-ruled Sagittarius, you’re addicted to freedom and expansion. But sometimes, the need to escape can take a dangerous turn. Your addiction? Alcohol, psychedelics, or reckless adventures. Your thirst for life is unmatched, but don’t let it destroy you in the process.

♑ Capricorn: The Ruthless Fixer

Capricorn, ruled by Saturn, your addiction is your relentless climb to the top. You’re not one for reckless indulgence—but you will sacrifice your well-being for success. Your addiction? Workaholism, caffeine, or suppressing emotions. Remember, Capricorn: even you can break under too much pressure.

♒ Aquarius: The Rebel's Poison

Ruled by Uranus and Saturn, Aquarius thrives on being unconventional. You’ll try anything once, and sometimes, that’s the problem. Your addiction? Psychedelics, tech obsessions, or radical ideologies. You think you’re above addiction, but rebellion is its own dangerous drug.

♓ Pisces: The Escapist's Dream

Neptune-ruled Pisces, you’re the master of slipping into another reality. Your addiction? Alcohol, opiates, or daydreaming. You crave an escape from this harsh world, but be careful—your ability to dissolve into fantasy can cost you everything.

Closing Thoughts

Addiction doesn’t discriminate—it touches every sign, every life. Your zodiac chart may hint at your tendencies, but you have the power to rise above them. Awareness is the first step. So, which of your cravings will you conquer?

“Don’t be afraid of your shadow—it holds the key to your liberation.”

[eupheme]

PPCU - 2024 FIC RECS

a rec list to share and support all the gorgeous fics I read this year. please check these out and support these writers, they are all incredible! 💖

COMANDANTE VERACRUX X READER

— the bet by @/flightlessangelwings

DAVE YORK X READER

— sweet dreams by @toomanystoriessolittletime

For you it was just a very intense wet dream, clearly never thinking a candle you bought at an occult store would give you the best orgasm you had ever experienced. For Dave York, cursed to fuck whoever lit said candle, you were a willing virgin waiting for him to take you.

DIETER BRAVO X READER

— i'll try anything once by @murder-wife

When you make a joke to your boyfriend about pegging him, he takes you up on it

FRANKIE MORALES X READER

— do me yourself by @/jolapeno

a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

— seasons of you by @kedsandtubesocks

your first winter in the valley brings in a frosty breeze & a push towards a certain blacksmith

— wet 'n wild by @/jolapeno

“This what you wanted?” His breath fans across your cheek, your neck—teeth all but gliding over your hammering pulse. “You just wanted me to touch you, querida?”

JACK DANIELS X READER

—trussed up by @wannab-urs

The stress of being a Statesman Agent, especially one in charge of the entire New York operation, gets to Jack sometimes. When he needs release, he comes to you.

JAVIER PEÑA X READER

— bite me nicely by @jolapeno

Javier Peña, a guilt-ridden vampire, struggles with the growing intimacy between him and Bones, the woman who willingly offers her blood to keep him alive.

JOEL MILLER X READER

— a happy man by @/psychedelic-ink

when your friend sets you up on a blind date, you had no idea how impactful it would be.

— anywhere but here by @pedgito

A poor damsel in distress, saved by the most unlikely of man.

— as it was by @/psychedelic-ink

you decide to host a New Year’s party and when Joel shows up soaked to the bone thanks to the rain, you lead him to the bathroom to dry him up.

— could i have this kiss forever? by @flightlessangelwings

— don't move, honey by @jolapeno

joel doesn’t want you to move or touch until he comes back to bed.

— eleven stitches by @/almostfoxglove

After Joel comes back from patrol injured, he wakes up restrained to a bed in Jackson's clinic where you've been tasked with patching him up.

— flowering by @tinycozycomfort

Always itching to be blamed for something, just so he can try and redeem himself; some kind of penance has sunk its teeth into the soft belly of his desire, staking its hold.

— first love in the late spring air by @moonlight-prose

in the late spring air with summer setting like the sun, life with joel suddenly becomes clear.

— get you alone by @5oh5

joel wants you, but you aren't his to have.

— half asleep, half awake by @morning-star-joy

Every time Joel Miller realizes he loves you. Every time he wants to tell you, and the time he does.

— handyman by @/mrsmando

it’s the worst time of the month for you, and you’re in pain. joel hates to see it, and will do whatever he can to make you feel better.

— him. he. joel. by @/jolapeno

you don't know his name. he doesn't know yours. yet.

— hiraeth by @honeyedmiller

the most invigorating and intoxicating drug you’ve had in your life is completely forbidden… and then there’s weed.

— his sweet secret by @ozarkthedog

joel fucks you over the kitchen sink.

— how do you sleep? @thriftedtchotchkes

joel's always there to comfort you with his words and a warm bed after a nightmare, but tonight, you need a little more

— is it that sweet? by @joelscruff

you probably shouldn't let some random middle aged man on the beach take nude photos of you, right? right?

— it’s different in the sun, in the day by @/jolapeno

— juno by @lotusbxtch

Your honeymoon with Joel is off to a bang.

— knuckles deep by @/ozarkthedog

 joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

— mornings like these by @pedrospatch

There’s a reason you’re always late to morning patrol. That reason’s name is Joel Miller.

— night breeze by @hier--soir

joel comes home to find you sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes.

— no one can hurt you now by @guiltyasdave

You’ve been traveling through the country with Joel and Ellie. After finally arriving in the safety of Jackson, you realize how much Joel means to you.

— pretty baby by @mrsmando

working as a nanny for joel miller is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

— phonophilia by @ozarkthedog

Joel Miller loves how responsive you are.

— put your sweet lips on my lips by @/thetriumphantpanda

He won’t ever kiss you, those are the rules, but you fall in love with him anyway.

— real love, baby by @/honeyedmiller

joel has a bad day at work, but seeing you dancing in the kitchen makes it all better.

— red light by @kiwisbell

The men you keep bringing home are no good for you. It's up to your landlord Joel to protect you from heartbreak. 

— ripe by @/hier--soir

a night out with old friends helps you and joel realise what’s been missing in your relationship.

— road trip by @elflutter

car sex with joel on the way home from a weekend trip ;)

— say yes to heaven by @/psychedelic-ink

joel finally allows you to pamper him.

— seasons of you by @kedsandtubesocks

it’s your very first spring living in the valley & you’re very sure Joel Miller already wants you to leave

— so much goddamn talkin’ by @stargirlfics

Sometimes Joel has to quiet the noise in your head. Luckily he’s quite good at that.

— sundown by @bageldaddy

you're used to being alone. that changes when joel moves into the trailer across from yours.

— sweet days of summer by @ozarkthedog

you and joel sneak away for a quick fuck during a family outing.

— sweet release by @/cavillscurls

the aftermath of finishing without joel’s permission.

— take care of you by @theidiotwhowritesthings

You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

— that pretty girlfriend by @psychedelic-ink

When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.

— the checklist by @thetriumphantpanda

Your new boyfriend Joel finds your hidden stash of porn, full of pages with their corners folded over, marking the things you like the most. Expecting him to feel bad about finding things you’re into, things you haven’t asked for from him, you’re surprised when he offers to help you tick them off.

— the duke's illicit affair by @hellishjoel

You want to tame the wild stallion that is ‘the Duke’, Joel Miller. Even if you have to lose your virtue in the process.

— the last day by @elflutter

It was the morning of his thirty-sixth birthday the last time he saw you.

— the older one by @frannyzooey

Best friends with younger one, you’ve known the Miller brothers since forever — you’ve wanted the older one for just as long.

— the way he was by @/cavillscurls

a recollection of joel miller and the man he was for you.

— trouble by @/mrsmando

joel miller hasn’t seen you for years, and what a goddamn surprise you turn out to be.

— you all the way down by @covetyou

You have a rare moment of privacy, a chance to luxuriate in bringing yourself closer and closer to a peak you’ve been teasing yourself with for hours…. Until a knock at your door snatches it all away.

— walking through fire by @macfrog

you’re neck-deep in a bout of seasonal depression. your boyfriend suggests an autumnal walk.

— what happens here, stays here by @fettuccin-e

— when his eyes open by @/jolapeno

joel wakes and admires you and the morning.

— wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls

Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

JOEL MILLER X READER X TESS SERVOPOULOS

— between two lungs by @/ozarkthedog

you join Joel and Tess mid fuck.

— july by @psychedelic-ink

you’re new to town and tess invites you to go camping with her and joel.

— three's a party by @/studioghibelli

joel knows you, his pretty little girlfriend, has always harbored sexual feelings for tess. he can’t help but oblige you on your birthday.

JOEL MILLER X TESS SERVOPOULOS

— wish you were here... by @always-andromeda

Joel mourns a life he wishes he could've had.

MARCUS ACACIUS X READER

— broken vows by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

When Acacius receives word that he is to be sent to the arena, he must decide where his true loyalties lie.

— prima nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Tomorrow, you will marry your husband-to-be. But tonight - it belongs to his father.

MARCUS PIKE X READER

— give and take by @agentmarcuspike

marcus asks you for something he's wanted for some time...

MAXWELL LORD X READER

— stiff by @idolatrybarbie

Blackjack has the best odds of winning in any casino game. All you have to do is beat the dealer. Still, the notion doesn’t comfort Maxwell Lord. He likes to be certain. He likes to win.

MAX PHILLIPS X READER

— the prettiest by @almostfoxglove

After a restructuring at the company, Max finds himself dead—this time for good—and haunting his old duplex. Lucky for him, you move in. Now he'll do anything it takes to have you.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[softtaemu]

To All the Fics I love(d) Before

Links to fics, blurbs and others for my own (and maybe, others) enjoyment | don't be afraid to message me if you want something taken down or if i typed something wrong !!

i love all the authors here pls make more content especially my dick, jason, poe and pines author pls pls

some of these i don't really remember but i made a rule to myself where if i truely enjoy a fic it goes into my liked folder

so what if they're mostly smut,,,

🍄 for my favs hehe

Poe Dameron

I. Mercy, Sabotage, And Dead Space 🍄

II. Rumors, Freebies, And a Race for Last Place - @no-droids 🍄

Give Me My Sin Again - @brandyllyn

Feels Right - @jake-g-lockley

The Hating Game - @light-yaers 🍄

The Heart of a Ship - @im-poe-dameron

Seeds of Love - @moonlight-prose

Aphelion Duology - @oscarseyebrow

Running to You - @dailyreverie

Deft Hands - @eyelessfaces

Better Safe Than Sorry Series - @eyelessfaces

Favor - @eyelessfaces

Stripper!Poe - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Directions - @zinzinina

Got it Bad - @sinisterexaggerator

The Idea of You - @st4rymoon

Sex pollen - @eyelessfaces

For Your Entertainment - @melodygatesauthor

Miguel O'Hara

Pequeña - @that-sokovian-bastardkovian 🍄

The Ideal Gaze - @bluesidez

Starved - @honestsycrets 🍄

Back Massages - @wyvernest

Love Drunk - @bruisedboys

Baker!reader x miguel fluff - @bruisedboys (untitled)

Love Bite - @madschiavelique

Touch - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄

College roommated Miguel - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄 (i'd put all their miguel fics but im too lazy)

Once Upon a December - @mrs-lockley

Churn - @luvrxbunny

Nerds During Exams ?? - @obxsprincess (untitled)

Dad bod!Miguel - @cupcakeinat0r

Miguel going beastmode in bed - @tired-biscuit

Honey-Sweet - @fettuccin-e 🍄

Next Door - @cherryredstars

Insoportable - @ovaryacted

Between Your Thighs - @intoxicated-chan

Miguel Love Strong Women - @sillysillygoofygoose

Take My Breath - @whatthefishh

Shower Sex - @miguel-ohara-lover

Let Me Wrap My Teeth - @psychedelic-ink

Tired Miguel eats you out - @dilfartist

Breeding kink - @buryustogether

Amazing Head - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄

This Series - @devilfic

Convergence & Webs of Opacity- @runa-falls (to read)

Dick Grayson

Help Me, Help You - @tetzoro

Written All Over Your Face - @roturo

A very freaky blurb - @hanasnx (untitled)

Freaky bfb! grayson - @killakalx (untitled)

Shameless smut grayson - @liciaarchives (untitled)

Squirting (as a friend) bsf!dick - @killakalx (untitled)

Sex Pollen Dick - @uc1wa (untitled)

Sex Pollen Dick again - @martiniluvr (untitled)

Jason Todd

Dick Pic! Jason - @dxckgrxsonx (this isn't finished idk if it'll get continued pls do ella pls pls) 🍄

Big eyes Big dick blurb - @dxckgrxsonx

Jason's in charge - @martiniluvr (untitled)

Restroom Attendant - @sanguineterrain

My Lady, Oh Sorceress - @e-nonsense

Jason overstims himself - @dxckgrxsonx

I'll Prove It - @dxckgrxsonx

Bruce Wayne

Right Place, Right Time Series - @devilfic

Honeymoon Series - @devilfic

Sugar on the Rim - @mostly-imagines

Cape stealer fluff - @devilfic (untitled)

Bruce Being Cockblocked- @c-nstantine

Nocturnal Animal - @devilfic

Joel Miller

You Owe Me Series - @tofics 🍄

Texas Sweet - @coquettepascal (if i had a nickel for every back massage smut i had in this list i'd have two nickels) 🍄

Wild Like the West - @hellishjoel

Heavenly Bound - @ozarkthedog

Head Lightning - @shellshocklove

Honey-Do - @kiwisbell

A Matter of Time - @thriftedtchotchkes

Pretty in Pink - @lincolndjarin

Javier Pena

Whatever My Wife Wants - @javierpena-inatacvest

Not so Secret Santa - @lincolndjarin

Plans - @wayfaringhoax

Have You Ever Seen the Rain - @psychedelic-ink

Tu Sonrisa - @tokkiwrites 🍄

Constructive Critisism - @lincolndjarin

Moonknight Boys

What You Like - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (marc backseating steven so) Hand Covers Mouth - @juneknight

Steven Grant

Dry Humping - @eyelessfaces

Marc Spector (i ong love love me some dorm!marc content)

Precum Dorm! Marc - @juneknight

Dorm!Marc drabble - @juneknight

Obsessed - @juneknight 🍄

Accidental Stimulation - @spicyllewyn

Beneath His Breath - @juneknight

Jake Lockley

Stan Pines

Snapshots Series - @moonieandi 🍄

SPECIAL MENTIONS (RANDOM EDITION)

Mixed p eating (gotham ppl) - @killakalx

I'd watch him lick it off - @killakalx

@Cherryredstars' whole ass masterlist (bookedmarked cause i wanna read more)

The Legend of Mar'sol Series - @sirowsky Mandalorian x reader

Free use Miguel - @runa-falls

The Inn (witcher) - ao3

Sirowsky's masterlist

Siren - @chvoswxtch

[djarinxore]

my fav fics/fic recs

Joel Miller

Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin

I’m Starving, Darlin’ by @me-and-my-bullet-journal

Cowboy Take Me Away by @alt-verara

Elementary by @guess-i-have-to-go-model-now

Joel masterlist by @toxicanonymity(TW)

Joel masterlist by @chaotic-mystery

Breaking the Girl by @cinematicgf

how to treat a girl by @whrsmym1nd

Jealousy, Jealousy by @atinylittlepain

frisk-y by @bits-and-babs

birthday gift by @adelliet

one day ill feel alright by @joelscruff

one bed by @frannyzooey

friendly neighborhood handyman by @juletheghoul

youre my sunshine by littlelou22

My haven could be you pt1 and 2 by @pascalisbaby

this series by @pascalisbaby

Javier Peña

Perfectly Intoxicating by @gracieispunk

Es Tarde Y Te Nesecito by @gar6agef1r3

Bambi by @mendessi

swipe his nose like a credit card by @tightjeansjavi

say my name by @palioom

all work no play by @loquaciousferret

mi luz series by @pedrostylez

separation by @lokischocolatefountain

just a little game by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Din Djarin

I Only See Daylight by @millersdjarin

A Fresh Start by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Nightmare by @sofasoap

Unexpected Visitor by @livyjh

Javi Gutierrez

we reached the moon by @jazzelsaur

beautiful boy by @psychedelic-ink

not bored by @radiowallet

villa with a view by @starlightmornings

on the right flight by @prolix-yuy

Frankie Morales

homecoming series by @astroboots (when i tell you i am OBSESSED with this whole series. i have literally themed my whole phone around this series and even made a Pinterest board dedicated to it.. im another level of delusional rn and its all this series fault. thank you.)

[esote-rika]

Once Upon a Dream | Spencer Reid

iii. seeing visions am i bad, or mad, or wise? | prev chapter | next chapter | series masterlist

content: some bad attempts at cozy magical realism, but that's really it

Jet never should have indulged. 

Not in a shopping spree, or alcohol, or the psychedelics the couple from downstairs occasionally like to offer her. No, she had sought company in her dreams.

After her break up with Lucas, she’d begun dreaming of a man. It had been frivolous and harmless at first, vague images of mismatched socks, a purple scarf. Slowly, it had morphed into a man. Having just been betrayed by one in real life, Jet should have put a stop to it then and there. But after the initial anger, Lucas’ betrayal brought upon her a sense of loneliness. With that loneliness came vulnerability, and thus she had let herself succumb to her dreams.

They are harmless, after all, so long as she isn’t sleep talking, and she made sure to take the concoction every night just to be certain. Worst comes to worst, it’s a skilled lucid dreamer who’s also feeling incredibly lonely in real life.

He would not have any way of contacting her, since her inherited protection keeps her safe from being found without her knowledge or consent, so Jet had let her defenses down.

Thus, she dreamed. Often, she could hear him calling out for her, but his voice was distant, the words indecipherable. But Jet knew he was calling for her. And with every night, with every dream, he grew clearer, sharper; the timbre of his voice echoed even while she’s awake and trying to work. 

One night, she dreamt she’s at a park, and he was there, waiting by a bench. There, sitting, his long legs stretched out before him, his socks mismatched and suddenly he was no longer a vague entity. He took the form of a tall man with tousled brown hair. Handsome and statuesque, Jet had expected him to glide, as ghosts and apparitions do, drifting in and out of one’s vision, elegant in his amorphous mystery. 

But he moved with awkwardness, like he felt his limbs were too long, or he’s unsure of how to conduct himself in this hazy landscape. He walked slouching forward, and when he smiled, Jet could make out dimples on each cheek, a surprising softness against the sharp angles of his face. He had held her hand that night, and his touch seemed so solid, so warm, that Jet let him.

That should have been her first warning. His movements are too weighted, too real, to have simply been a figment in her dream. 

But escapism was a hell of a drug, his touch was intoxicating, and her bed felt so damn cold after the abrupt break up with Lucas. Jet had been growing used to the feeling of being loved only for it to be violently ripped from under her, betrayed by someone she had trusted. 

So sue her for indulging in what she had thought was a silly little dream.

The problem was, once they’d made physical contact, it seemed as though a gateway had opened, allowing room for other things. More touches. Words, conversations. He likes to fidget with his hands, and gesticulate when he speaks. His voice is soft, a little high pitched, but with a lilting quality to it, dipping up and down whenever their conversations venture to a topic he enjoys.

He liked to read, he said, and enjoyed Tolstoy. He quoted several passages of War and Peace from memory, spoke with so much confidence that Jet was inclined to believe him even though she had no idea if what he’s even reciting is correct. But the fact that he’d recited such a long text seemed so outrageous, so fantastical, that Jet chalked it up to dream magic. Of course he quotes classic Russian literature, it’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream. 

They talked, and while Jet can’t remember much of what they were talking about, she remembers the feeling of knowing him, of peering into his soul as he bares himself in front of her, this phantom of a man who seems all too real, yet only appears in her dreams.

That was her second warning. The conversations were too specific, the dreams too vivid, too consistent – nearly every night, if she’s asleep by eleven in the evening. 

And because she is a witch, she knew better than to let it get to a third. 

Thus her spells began. Regular salt is usually enough, but it isn’t working with this man, so she crushed up some charcoal, blessed it with moon water, and mixed it with salt. This she put in a jar, filled with basil, and sage, then sealed it with her favorite candle. Kept it on the windowsill to guard her. She stopped sleeping at eleven, staying awake until past midnight. She wasn't sure if the time played a part in it, but she wasn't about to take any chances.

Somehow, she still dreams of him. But the dreams are softer after that, and when he speaks, he sounds as if he’s far away.

“Maeve?” he had asked one night. 

Jet knew she shouldn’t have answered, but she laughed and told him, “No, who is that?”

The look on his face had been so distressed she almost wished she could take it back.

“I’m —” she almost gave her name, but she caught herself just in time, stopping just as her lips form the syllable of her name, “I’m not Maeve.” she says instead. 

She squeezed his hand, and he didn’t return the action. Oddly, it sent a pang in her chest.

The next morning, she made even more black salt and made a circle of it around her bed. Enough, Jet thinks as she carefully tipped more black salt over her window sill, this is getting too far. Get out of my head. 

She never should have indulged in the first place. But here she is, desperately trying to block out whoever this man is because it’s completely ridiculous to be getting cozy with someone in a goddamn dream. She should know better than that. It’s weird and cliche and she’s not going to use some apparition of her dreams as a rebound for her failed relationship. 

Jet groans. That’s it. She’s sad over her relationship ending, and now her dreams are growing weirder, more vivid, a reflection of her baser desires. 

Unfortunately for her, the protection can only go so far, especially since the man from her dreamland rendezvous holds no ill intentions.

When the scent of honey began to permeate her apartment, Jet had smiled. Honey meant Leni. Again, it was something that just was, this instant association between her sister and the citric, sweet scent. She called Leni that night, with the intention of telling her about what happened with Lucas.

“The bastard made me the other woman. I can't believe I was fooled for six fucking months,” Jet grumbled, a little tipsy off the mulled wine she made. She hadn't meant to make this conversation all about her, not really, but once she heard Leni's familiar voice, it felt like a dam had broken, and the words all came spilling out.

Leni laughed. “Please tell me you kept a lock of his hair. We can do some really fun things to him.”

“I already did,” Jet said, “I made sure his socks will always be mismatched when he most needs them to match. He was always so particular about those fucking socks, god, I can't believe I didn't catch that he was living a double life.”

“You were always a bit of a fool when it came to love.���

“Bitch. You're supposed to be on my side.”

Another laugh from Leni, tinkling through the phone, and Jet's apartment is flooded by the scent of honey. So warm and sweet, it was almost sickening. If she had been in better spirits, she would have noticed right there that the smell was beginning to cloy. That Leni's answers, despite being characteristically witty, were short and quick.

“I’m always on your side Jet, but that doesn't mean I can't call you out. Listen, I have to go, okay? It's getting late and I have an early morning tomorrow.”

“You have the opening shift again?”

A pause, and then a hasty, “Right, yeah. I do.”

“Mm, thought you hated being the one to open the cafe.” Jet mumbled, downing the rest of her wine. The fragrance of her room was almost heady, saccharine honey mixed with tart wine and the bag of potpourri.

“Just some things I have to take care of,” Leni replies quickly, “Take care of yourself Jet. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

The smell of honey doesn't let up. Even the man in her dreams noticed it.

“Did you know that an average hive has about 50 000 to 60 000 worker bees populating it?” He told her that night, his voice hazy and distant, “And each bee has 5 eyes. So that's roughly 250 000 eyes in one hive!”

He’s barely corporeal now. Jet imagined she appears just as ghostlike in his dreams as well, which means her spells are working. Despite the muffled quality, Jet could still hear his excitement when he shared the fact. It made her laugh, but she's too distracted to continue the conversation. 

Did she miss home so much that it has begun to seep into her dreams? Is this some sort of cry for help? Spiraling after being scorned? 

Maybe she needed a break. Maybe she should see Leni.

“I have to go home.” she announced, and before the man could respond, she woke up to the nauseating smell of spoiled honey. Stuffy from contamination. It filled her lungs so deeply she shot out of bed with a coughing fit. She opened her phone. 

3:12 in the morning. 

And then, a message from Melissa, the co-owner of the cafe that Leni manages. For some reason, dread fills her chest and stomach, coiling like a snake about to rest after a meal. Jet opens the message. It's a link to some news article, with the words “We're safe, but I thought you should know.”

Biting her lower lip, Jet clicked on the link. 

Oh shit, she thought. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. It comes out overwhelmingly sweet -  honey.

Fuck. Lenore, why didn't you tell me?

The bus ride back to Massachusetts is relatively stress free. Jet had taken a quick leave from her job, which earned her some side eyed looks as she took the rest of the week off on such short notice. But she didn't care. 

She needed to get back home. Needed to see her sister. She read through the news article again, gnawing on her lower lip. A series of murders, all connected to the cafe.

Melissa had assured her that Leni was safe, but it didn't stop Jet from worrying. Murders. Plural. And her sister hadn't told her, even during their phone call.

Pettiness had won out, and as soon as her leave was arranged, Jet had hopped on a bus back to her home state without telling her sister. Let her be surprised, Jet thought, her nose flooded with the scent of honey. It followed her everywhere now.

She stared at the news article on the phone, committing every word to her memory. Pretty soon, the smooth pace of the bus pulled her to sleep, her head resting against the window in a position that was bound to leave her with a crick in her neck when she woke up. 

She had been in such a hurry that she forgot all her protective salts and crystals in her apartment. As sleep takes her, she's seized by a vision of the man she’s been meeting in her dreams. 

In sharp, crystal clear focus.

[exilynn]

Modern Eddie! (All edits are mine, please don't repost in other social network

CORRODED COFFIN DELUXE ALBUM (2023)— Au ECHOES NOCTERIS WRITTEN: MunsonMuse

Corroded Coffin releases its first deluxe album in 2023, featuring the explosive single "Love On Fire." When asked about the influences behind the record, the band cites a mix of classic rock and heavy metal, namin: Yes, The Beatles, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, and Styx as major inspirations.

In an interview for magazine, Rolling Stone, Eddie Munson opened up about the band’s artistic journey and how each member poured their personality into the music. "We were simply born to play and honor rock ‘n’ roll together. Nothing could stop us. In the beginning, forming the band felt like a poison – it intoxicated our friendship in the best way possible. And I knew our destiny was to resurrect revolutionary hearts with our sound."

Never one to hold back, Munson also stated: "The world is a giant ball of shit when music doesn’t challenge moral norms. There are too many people painting the town with empty promises. We’ve never been, and will never be, puppets of these false leaders."

Featured Tracks

"Love On Fire" The chart-topping single that dominated Howling’s rock charts, selling over 100 million copies in 2023. The song blends progressive rock with heavy metal elements, creating a psychedelic atmosphere that captures the essence of an all-consuming love, overwhelming and inescapable, even when everything around you is falling apart.

"Sold for Hell" A raw account of Eddie Munson’s youth, detailing his struggle with drugs and the torment he faced at school from bullies. This track is followed by "The Outsiders Fight," a direct response to oppression and forced conformity.

"Coffin Memories," "A Place to Be," and "No More Corroded" A trilogy of songs exploring themes of nostalgia, longing, and the search for lost fragments of oneself.

"Watermelon Sigh" A provocative track that plays with sensual symbolism, celebrating femininity as a divine force.

"Vlad’s Plays" Inspired by Eddie’s love for classic horror films, this track blends themes of lust and religion into a dark, immersive soundscape.

"Barrel of Love," "Guns and Bombs," and "Fairytopia" A three-part sequence that explores love as a battlefield, dissociation, and self-reconciliation until one finally reaches a mythical realm where hope is reborn.

"Diabolic Woman" A sharp critique of misogyny, told from the perspective of a seductive and rebellious woman, demonized through the male gaze. The song balances sensuality and irony, turning its protagonist into a true diabolical goddess.

From ostracized nerds to wild rockstars, Corroded Coffin proves that they are here to challenge the system, break the rules, and reclaim the rebellious spirit of rock ‘n’ roll.

The Beginning of Corroded Coffin ( Source: The Rolling Stone)

[thats-evil-do-it-again]

Afterglow

-content warnings-

Ex-boyfriend, intox(lsd), noncon, manipulation, anal, dp, object insertion (glowsticks), biting

Genders: m/f Perspective: f, bottom

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"Do you want to trip with me?"

I'd always had a 'try anything once' mindset about that kind of thing. So when my ex suggested it while we were hanging out I was intrigued. Our break up hadn't been good and it had been a few years since we'd seen each other, so the energy had been a bit uncomfortable so far. I'd never done psychedelics before, but I liked to smoke weed while getting to know people and figured that it would work just as well.

Since it was my first time he said it would be best if he was in charge of the dosing, he didn't want me to take too much. He wanted me to have a good time of course.

It took a while for the first dose to start working, but once it did the effects hit fast. My skin started to tingle and the colorful lights flashing on his living room walls were so pretty. When he told me that my phone screen would start to hurt my eyes soon, that I should turn it off so I wouldn't be tempted to look at it, I didn't question it.

Tabs 2 and 3 hit gently. He had started playing his crap edm music and I was having fun dancing. The beats made it so easy to shake my hips, and every now and then I was sure I caught his eyes lingering.

This song was slow and I was really feeling it. I didn't hear him approach, but as I spun myself around he was there behind me holding the little box that he kept his stash in. He had a goofy little smile on his face, his skin and hair were glistening in the blacklights. "Open up", I didn't even think about it. My mouth just opened and he put another tab on my tongue, or is that two?

My body is so sensitive now, and my memory is starting to have gaps. I'm not sure when he stopped dancing next to me and instead started to dance with me, pressed up against my back. I'm also not sure when we started looking through the box of glowsticks. He told me to crack as many as I wanted. I didn't know they came in so many shapes and sizes, and was having a lot of fun seeing the color differences between the different brands in his collection.

It's hot in here. I'm starting to regret wearing sweat pants, my sweater had come off a long time ago but I just kept getting warmer. "Do whatever you need to be comfortable," he said "I won't judge you." So off they came.

I've been too tired to dance for a while now. He's rubbing my thigh while I lay on his floor watching the lights slowly change colors. I whine in complaint, just a little, when he gets up. But, his offer of another dose makes me more agreeable. "If you want one, then come here" he points at the floor in front of him. I didn't bother getting up, just crawled over and opened my mouth eagerly. There was a dark flash in his eyes before he smiled gently and stroked my cheek. "Good girl" he whispered, happily feeding me more.

Thinking is hard. I barely even notice it when his hands start moving further and further up my thighs, when his fingers start to trace the edges of my panties. When did my bra come off? I'm not sure, but the way he's pulling at my nipples is making my brain fuzzy and I decide it doesn't matter.

There's moaning, oh god am I making that noise? I'd promised myself that this was just going to be a friendly hang out, so why was I in his bed now? Why was I letting him pound into me? I try to pull myself away but he grabs my hips and pulls me back, burying himself fully inside. It hurts. My whining and squealing is only making him go harder. Gripping roughly into my skin, hard enough to bruise. I have a passing thought about my best friend, "Just give me a call if you get uncomfortable and I'll come get you." Then I remember my phone, off and forgotten in the other room. Even if I could get out of his arms there is no way I could turn it on, or get out of his house without him intervening. I let myself go limp, just letting him take what he wanted without a struggle.

Eventually he slows down. My body is practically numb and my mind is spinning. I feel relief that the end is in sight, maybe now I can sleep and he'll let me go home.

That's when I feel it, something thin and plastic slowly sliding into my ass. He slowly pumps it in and out. After how rough he had just been, the gentle touch he'd switched to felt so good. It wasn't until another, equally small item was being pushed in next to the first that I even thought to worry about what he was putting inside me. "Don't worry, I just want to see how many of these I can fit in you" his voice was sickly sweet as he waved a glowstick in my face. "I'm thinking all the ones that you lit up earlier, what do you think?" I start to panic as the memories swirl through my mind. I'd lit up dozens, he'd been encouraging me, saying he liked the way they lit up the room.

One by one he started pressing them in next to eachother, slowly stretching me wider. My whimpering switching to loud moans once he'd inserted a decent handful and started to slowly pump them in and out again. As my body started to move without my permission, fucking myself onto them harder, he let out a groan. "Fuck, that's hot" and I feel him pressing into my ravaged cunt again. I've never felt so full and all of the sensations are so intense, feeling him sliding everything in and out of me at mismatched tempos. As it gets faster and harder my mind goes blank. I feel that burning in my stomach that means I'm about to cum, and hard. "P-please.." is all I say, I'm trying to beg him to stop but the words aren't coming out. "You know you're still mine, and always will be" he growls into my ear, before roughly tearing into my shoulder with his teeth. My body shudders as I feel myself clench down around him, all I can think to say is a whimpering "yes Sir" as I feel him release into me. He slowly pulls everything out and rolls off of me, finally giving me my freedom. But my head is still spinning, it's going to take hours for the drugs to wear off and I know I couldn't stand if I tried. So, I just lay there. Body aching, feeling his seed drip out onto my thighs. As I feel myself slowly drifting into sleep, I have a thought about what will happen if he wakes up before me.

But that's a problem for future me.

[striderisms]

I'd like to introduce you to DRUGZ STRIDER, my beloved Homestuck OC. He's part of a larger narrative roleplay story led by my bestie @thelezzer

He is an alternate universe Strider; a total elusive cool-guy.

His introduction is as follows:

Your name is DRUG STRIDER, but you go by “Drugz,” because Zs make everything better. As your namesake suggests, you have a knack for partaking in ILLICIT SUBSTANCES. Most of your days are spent GREENING OUT off a huge BLINKER or talking to strangers on online forums about your ABSURDLY HIGH TOLERANCE LEVEL. You source your poisons of choice internationally, because that’s where THE BEST SHIT is from of course, and because you can’t exactly shop local when you live in THE MIDDLE OF GODDAMN NOWHERE. Besides being in a state of CONSTANT INTOXICATION, you have a few other hobbies that tend to occupy your time. You’ve accrued exactly 420,000 subscribers for posting several 10 HOURS OF SICK PHONK BEATS FOR STUDYING AND CRASHING YOUR CAR TO themed videos. The success of such compilations have inspired you to try your hand at making your own SICK PHONK BEATS, which you believe is going fairly well. Another thing you’re notorious for is BEING HATED BY WIKIPEDIA MODERATORS. You regularly get away with making subtle alterations to articles about various SCI-FI FRANCHISES by using alternate SOCK PUPPET ACCOUNTS to avoid suspicion. They despise you for your GENIUS and DEDICATION; They hate all the BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS you pour into your COMMITMENT TO THE BIT. Lastly, you have a BORDERLINE PSYCHEDELIC interest in all things dubious and uncanny. Obscure subcultures, folk stories, cryptids, freaks, clowns, puppets, cults, and kinks REALLY GET YOU GOING. Such fringe interests almost make you want to claim MAGIC IS REAL, but you know better than to entertain such fleets of fancy.

Check out my Artfight if you want to attack me / draw him B)

[flowing-between-space]

53!

53. Do you like to be intoxicated during sex? How? Why?

Yes, yes, YES. Mainly weed and psychedelics. Ugh it's my fucking favorite. Feels SOOO good and you just feel everything more and can get really lost in it. Sober sex is fun too though!

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Literally nobody asked, but I’m here to terrorize all my followers with the drugs I think Boyd Holbrook’s characters would do!! As always, feel free to emphatically disagree with me!!

Ty Shaw: Baby had some MDMA once and felt absolutely incandescent. He made out with like fifty people at that concert, and he never had more fun dancing and listening to music. He’s been begging Sancholo to get him some more ever since.

The Corinthian: He actually really, really loves heroin.

Cap: He and Jim like to chew on opium gum sometimes, but it’s pretty low potency. He’s not huge into being intoxicated, he doesn’t even like to get that drunk!

Klaber: LSD. It’s the time period for it! He loves all the pretty patterns and sparkly colors. He can honestly have the best time just stretching out on his rug and gawking at the water stains on his ceiling. He does not get introspective on psychedelics.

Clement Mansell: Look, it’s cocaine, but it’s some pretty stepped-on coke. It’s laced with *something*. Maybe meth.

Quinn McKenna: He says he doesn’t do drugs, but he also believes prescription pills don’t count. Even if they aren’t his. Sometimes when his insomnia hits him hard enough he’s popping a benzo to fall asleep. He won’t do cocaine, but sure, if you’re already gonna grind up some Ritalin, he’ll do a line of that, whatever.

Donald Pierce: Oh ho ho, this boy is only functional thanks to a steady supply of nicotine and caffeine. He shouldn’t be allowed around anything else, though. Weed makes him paranoid and introspective, and alcohol makes him weepy.

Steve Murphy: The easy answer is nicotine and alcohol, since canonically he does rely on both of these, but you know, I bet he secretly really likes weed. He’s embarrassed about it since it’s illegal and he’s DEA, and he hasn’t had any since college, but he remembers really liking it and liking how loose and relaxed it made him. Javi shows up at his door with a confiscated joint one day, and they smoke it and both get *so* giggly.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in May, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (yes i am reccing this again. i will be reccing this until it's finished, dill with it)

Running to You, This Feels Like Good News, & Maybe I'll Get Drunk Again (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Deft Hands (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Offer (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

The Two Faces of January

🔥Oxford Comma, Boyfriend, Girlfriend, & Arty Boy (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Triple Frontier

🔥Worth the Risk (bfd!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor (second part)

🔥Family Vacation (bfd!Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥A Brilliant Idea (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Distractions (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @princessxkenobi

🔥Relief (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @princessxkenobi

🔥Dusk Till Dawn (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @be-the-spark-flyboy

🔥Belonging (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Moon Knight

🔥Steven's First (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Gone Soft: Marc Spector Edition (Marc Spector x Reader) - @romanarose

Merry, Happy III (Jake Lockley x Muslim!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Neck Kisses (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥C*ck Therapy (Therapist!Steven Grant x Patient!Camgirl!Reader) - @whatthefishh

Bordeaux (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Dirty Driving (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Drinking with Cupid (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @moonknightly

🔥Making Trouble (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Colorblind (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @astroboots

In the Eyes (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

All That Matters (Jake Lockley x Reader, references to Marc Spector x Reader) - @midgardian-witch

The Dress (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥The Pavlovian Response (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Extra Credit (Professor!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Pillow Talk (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Just Happy Accidents (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @romanarose

The Last of Us

🔥Old Soul (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Falling into Place (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @jake-g-lockley

🔥Games (Bodyguard!Joel x Actress!Reader) & 🔥High Enough (Ft. Dieter Bravo) - @psychedelic-ink

Waffle House Confessions (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Lost in the Darkness (Joel Miller x F!Reader - Mafia AU) - @softlyspector

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Darklight (Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

Inside Llewyn Davis

Intoxicated (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Sucker Punch

🔥A Long Night (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Narcos

🔥Just Friends (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @pedgeitopascal

The Sun Also Rises (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (second part)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know