#trenchcoat-porn

[klapollo]

i feel so bad for goths imagine constructing a subculture where the fashion element is so rooted predominantly in ostentatious elaborate clothes like drapey dresses and cloaks and detailed makeup and teased hair and big hats and trenchcoats and the pop cultural regurgitation of it is softcore porn of cartoon girls with huge tits in black tube tops and some fishnets

[s0urte3th]

NOOOOOO BABE PLWASE

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Sex w/ Clingy!Kazutora

♡ NSFW but also fluffy, fem reader, possessive!Tora, lowkey chubby reader but anyone can read as always, praise, pet names (angel, pretty baby, mama), oral->fem receiving, basically porn with feelings lmao ♡

note: Okay so I had to follow up on this little idea with a little something something and you know I just had to do it with Tora 🤭 but ofc lemme know if I should write about a different character with this idea

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This happened every time you and Kazutora have sex, his face ends up buried in your neck, his lips trailing kisses over your soft skin. Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of his cock pummeling into your soaked cunt, the soft smack of his hips hitting yours, and his breathy whines.

"Fuck, I love you so much angel! Pussy so perfect~"

You were so fucked out that you could barely respond, his dick hitting all the spots that made you go dumb.

"Mama, I need to hear you say it back. Do you love me pretty baby?" He pants softly, practically crying against your shoulder as his grip on your plump thighs tighten.

"You know I do!" You gasped out, teetering on the edge of pleasure, simultaneously under and overstimulated.

"Of course I know, but I need to hear you say it." He pleads, his hips smacking harder and faster into yours. "Tell me you love me, tell me you're all mine, that I'm the only one for you.."

"I'm all yours... only yours.."

"Yeah? All mine and only mine?" He looks down at you with the softest of stares before planting kisses on your face, subtly slowing his thrusts down as he cums inside you. He whimpers as you tighten around him, soaking his dick and thighs with your cum.

"Fuck..so perfect angel. All mine." He mumbles, repeatedly kissing and nipping at your lips as he pulls out. He strings kisses down your jaw and neck before moving his way down and burying himself between your thighs.

"Lemme clean you up mama, okay?" He peppers kisses on your inner thighs before putting your legs on his shoulders and sliding his tongue between your puffy folds, licking the mixture of his and your cum out of you. You card your fingers through his long hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail and making brief eye contact with him as he eats you out, suddenly feeling twice as thankful for your needy, touch-starved boyfriend.

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[homunculus-argument]

The reason why so many writers fail to write those Tough Edgy Cool Dude Overpowered Badass Protagonists is that the key to writing them is that they aren't supposed to be actually cool. Sure, the character's design is badass, he's got awesome powers and and he manages to look cool in individual scenes taken out of context, but if you scrape off that thin veneer of "holy shit did you see that gun flip?" this guy is just a skittish, scrungly little loser full of false bravado.

Like yeah sure he could split a fucking planet in half and look cool doing so, but the reason he did that was in an attempt to try to get his ex back, but she's already moved on and is dating someone better who actually has a real job. And doesn't have an overwhelming porn addiction.

And a key element to making characters like this lovable is making a split between the characters who actually buy that bravado bullshit, and the ones who see right through it. You can't write a Cool Tragic Protagonist Who's Hated By Everyone For No Reason, that's not realistic and emotionally mature people don't relate to that, nor can you write a Cool Tragic Protagonist Who Is Adored And Admired By Everyone, that's just mortifying and cringe. But you can write one that can fool some people sometimes, but also makes someone else facepalm and go "I can't believe those people actually think that my loser brother is cool."

This divide also happens in the audience - splitting them into the adoring and naive who genuinely buy into the whole Thin Veneer Of Awesome Badass, and the ones who can see right through it and still love this unfathomably pathethic wretched little creature whose only tangible achievement is managing to look hot in a trenchcoat.

[nemaria]

the final chapter and epilogue have been posted and Touchstarved is now complete!!

Link to Chapter 1 for those who want to start at the beginning!

🌒 Touchstarved - Chapter 7 🌘

— Chapter 7: the cure, part 2 (10.8k)

— #fengqing post-canon

— mutual pining, idiots to lovers, sort of mission fic

— E rating for Ch 6-7

Summary:

Ever since Mount Tonglu, Feng Xin has been touching Mu Qing more often, and more softly, causing a swooping sensation in his stomach every time.

It’s not a bad feeling, necessarily, but Mu Qing can’t really tell if it’s good, either — not until a curse makes him unable to feel any touch at all, and he realizes just how much all those gentle touches have been affecting him.

Tags:

Canon Universe, but I took some liberties with the timeline/worldbuilding again, Post-Canon, POV Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Touch-Starved Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Pining, Romance, Misunderstandings, Mild Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Bickering, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Massage, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Coming Untouched, Coming Fast, Kissing, Love Confessions, Grinding, Rimming, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, this is just a ton of tropes and smut and mildly unpopular headcanons in a trenchcoat

[sunwarmed-ash]

Heyyyooo! Another huge milestone for me, I finally fucking finished The Eden Club! Clocking in at 95,652 words, I have officially finished my 3rd novel length fanfic!! phew! If you haven't checked it out yet and want to get sucked into some slow burn, drama, and smut between our fav Detroit PD members, click below 😈😘

The Eden Club

Fandom: Detroit Become Human Ships: Hankconvin, hankvin, hankcon, convin, Connor/V, Connor/Multiple OC's Tags: Post-Android Revolution-Negative Public Opinion, Slow Burn, Consensual Sex Worker Connor, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Porn With Plot

Don't forget to leave a comment, and if you feel inclined to tip me you can do so on my kofi! My next goal is getting speechify for another year because it has been helping DRAMATICALLY with my editing -> post speed!

and if you've already read this one, *opens trenchcoat full of fanfic* I got more over here and @tentoriumcerebelli drew this delicious piece of fanart for TEC

[suzukiblu]

Heyyyyy, who wants the expanded excerpt of that one WIP of mine with transfemme!Kon, two glorious and terrible Amazons, and familial soulmates that's behind this here read-more?? (( tw: internalized misgendering, unintentional misgendering ))

Kon just saved Lex Luthor's life, so that's kind of weird and unfortunate. Like, he's perfectly aware that Kal would've wanted him to do that and would've done it himself if he hadn't been too busy bashing on the robot minions of the latest morally dubious AI to need dropkicked out of Metropolis, but also now the whole stupid world is gonna know he's the kind of dumbass who wastes time saving Lex Luthor. 

Specifically, wastes time saving Lex Luthor in the middle of a situation that has at least an eighty-five percent chance of being Lex Luthor's own goddamn fault, just to really rub it in.  

Look, somebody had to have programmed that morally dubious AI. 

Kon can't even enjoy the fact that Luthor's currently knocked out on the ground and both of the dude's super-hot and allegedly Amazonian bodyguards are on top of him. And considering that the one's all buttoned up in a sexy chauffeur uniform with semi-sheer stockings and the other's wearing a black minidress and strappy gold stilettos under a trenchcoat, and that they're both at least six feet tall and built like, again, actual Amazons, that is a lot to not be enjoying. 

. . . although actually, he can't help but notice, they're weirdly not his type despite the fact that they're both absolutely gorgeous and also the fact that he pretty much just described the stars of at least the last three pornos he watched. 

Very weird, Kon thinks, then attempts to get out from underneath said porn star bodyguards. The chauffeur-looking one–Mercy, he thinks her name is–cuffs him upside the head, then pulls out a gun that he cannot even imagine where she was hiding and takes aim at the nearest robot. 

"Quit wriggling, brat, you'll throw off my aim," she orders, and then starts firing. 

"Aren't you supposed to be a fucking Amazon?" Kon demands incredulously. Since when the fuck do Amazons use guns? Since when is that a thing? 

"I am also not too stupid to see the benefits of high-velocity rounds," Mercy replies dryly without missing a shot. Every robot she hits immediately explodes. There is literally no reason a normal handgun should be causing that reaction, so Kon's just gonna assume that's not actually a normal handgun. 

"Always with the high-velocity rounds," the other bodyguard–Hope, Kon's pretty sure?–snorts as she strips off her trenchcoat and reveals a truly improbable amount of absolutely flawless muscle packed into that skintight minidress that Kon, again, finds bizarrely just . . . not hot, somehow? And neither is Mercy's narrow-eyed look of concentration or the fact that they're both still on top of him. 

Maybe he's coming down with something. 

Admittedly, he's pretty sure they're only on top of him to keep him pinned down to be a useful meat-shield for their currently unconscious boss's much less invulnerable body, but Kon has found people who were repeatedly bashing him in the face with an I-beam or just straight-up about to murder him hot, so . . . yeah, definitely coming down with something. There's really no other explanation. 

"Hmmm," Mercy says, eyeing the swarming robots that are very aggressively beelining for their position. Like, these robots are way too interested in their position for this whole stupid situation to not in some way be Luthor's fault, in Kon's opinion. "We need to clear some space." 

"Then you should've packed a bigger gun," Hope says dubiously, dropping her trenchcoat on Kon's head. 

"Fuck's sake," Kon mutters, then flattens his hands against the pavement, grabs every robot he can reach at once with his TTK, and rips them all to pieces in one burst. 

It's not easy, but he at least nails a pretty respectable amount of them, so he's got that much. And also, like, about a hundred-yard radius without anything that's trying to murder them in it. So that's nice. 

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head. 

"You're welcome," Kon snipes. "Can I get up now?" 

"No," Hope says as a fresh wave of robots rushes them. "Do it again." 

"Whatever," Kon mutters, but he does. He's got better shit to do right now than argue with alleged Amazons of unexplained origins. Taking out as many damn robots as possible, specifically. 

"That's convenient," Hope observes, inexplicably dropping a hand onto the back of Kon's neck and squeezing . . . approvingly, actually? "Good job, kid." 

And that, bafflingly, still doesn't do anything to his dick. 

Okay, so he's probably actively dying of radiation poisoning from, like, some kind of new stealth kryptonite that Luthor has in his pocket or whatever. Luthor would absolutely be the asshole to have stealth kryptonite in his pocket right now, ungrateful prick that he is. 

Kon really doesn't have time to be worrying about that right now, though, so he just grabs another group of robots with his TTK and does what comes naturally as Mercy keeps firing at the ones in the air overhead and Hope keeps her hand on the back of his neck. It . . . still isn't doing anything to him? 

Except it sort of is, just . . . not in a way that makes sense. 

Kon really doesn't have time for this. 

Mercy reloads her handgun. Hope squeezes the back of Kon's neck again. Rubs the pad of her thumb across his pulse, the gesture more absentminded than anything else. 

Kon feels weird. 

Then he rips apart every single fucking robot left on the ground. 

Which is . . . a lot of robots. 

Like. Way, way more robots than he actually should've been able to get a grip on. Or even reach. 

"Uh," Kon says, blinking stupidly. 

"Damn convenient," Hope says, then gives his neck a neat little pat of appreciation before dropping her hand away. Kon does not examine the part of himself that misses it, mostly because said part has literally nothing to do with his libido and he just can't make that fact make sense. "Mr. Luthor? You with us?" 

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?" 

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots. 

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses. 

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?" 

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough." 

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly. 

"Oh, that hit was a slight improvement," Luthor says musingly as he gets to his own feet and finishes dusting himself off, clearly far more interested in watching Kal get knocked around by the aerial robots than anything else. Kon flips him off on principle. Mercy pistol-whips him for it. It doesn't really hurt, which bemuses him enough to lay off the rude hand gestures. She's an Amazon, probably. Almost definitely. Either way, she definitely could've made that actually hurt. 

So that's weird. 

Actually a lot of weird has been happening in this whole stupid interaction, really, which is what Kon gets for saving fucking Lex Luthor's life. 

Something explodes really loudly in the distance, which is probably the command center that Steel was supposed to be dealing with because all the remaining robots jerk violently and then drop out of the sky like rocks all at once and crash into the ground. Which–thank fuck. 

"Hm," Mercy says, holstering her gun as she glances around the smashed-up street and finally gets off Kon. "We might actually make your three o'clock, Mr. Luthor." 

"Unfortunate, given that I'm fairly certain my three o'clock is good ol' Brucie Wayne," Luthor says dryly. Hope gets up too and, absolutely inexplicably, offers Kon a hand up. He's so fucking bemused that he actually takes it, and she pulls him to his feet. "That man is absolutely unbearable." 

"Mmm, I don't know, Hope and I usually find Mr. Wayne good for a bit of afternoon delight," Mercy drawls, sounding amused. 

"Ew," Kon mutters reflexively as he lets go of Hope's hand and makes a face. Then he wonders what the fuck kind of kryptonite that stealth kryptonite is, because picturing two dangerous and gorgeous Amazons making a sandwich out of a slutty Gothamite playboy shouldn't be making him say "ew". Like, that is very literally the last thing that should ever be making him say "ew". Ever. 

Seriously, what the fuck. 

Luthor looks back over at them. 

And then he frowns. 

"Hope," he says. "Mercy." 

"Yes, sir?" Hope asks. 

"What the hell are those?" Luthor says. 

Hope and Mercy frown too. Then they look at each other. Look each other over. And . . . pause. 

"Oh," Hope says. 

"What the fuck," Mercy says. 

Kon has no idea what they're all frowning about, but whatever. An annoyed supervillain and his annoyed bodyguards are not his also-annoyed problem, at least not as long as they're not actively trying to murder Kal or blow up Metropolis or whatever. He's just gonna go make sure everybody he actually gives a shit about is okay, and then get back to–

Hope and Mercy's frowns deepen, and then they both flick their eyes towards him. 

"Bullshit," Mercy says, her eyes narrowing. 

"What, do you think it was one of the drones?" Hope asks dubiously, raising an eyebrow. 

"He's a damn man," Mercy says accusingly. "Worse, a damn boy!" 

"Excuse you?" Kon says, bristling reflexively. He's technically eighteen, okay? Or at least the rough equivalent of eighteen, whatever. 

"I will say, not quite what I pictured for either of your types," Luthor says, looking Kon over with an unimpressed expression. 

Oh, gross. 

"Annnnnd I'm out," Kon says firmly as he lifts off the ground, because Lex Luthor just checked him out and he needs to go gag now. And like, scrub the entire memory from his brain. 

Hope grabs his shoulder and shoves him back down onto his feet. 

"You're our soulmate, kid," she says matter-of-factly. Kon . . . blinks. 

"The fuck?" he says, and Hope points down at herself. He looks. There's a soulmark wrapped halfway around her right thigh, which is . . . weird, actually, because he doesn't remember her having a soulmark there earlier, especially not such a big and flashy one, and . . . 

What the fuck, Kon thinks. He looks over at Mercy and sees the exact same soulmark showing through her stockings in the exact same place on her own thigh. He doesn't remember seeing it there before either. 

It's . . . well, it's a soulmark, he guesses. It's gold–like, several different shades of gold, but all of them metallic and gleaming. He can see the shine of the mark even through Mercy's stockings. It looks like a mosaic of a stylized sun, all intricate rays and bright circles and interlocking shapes, and it takes up a hell of a lot of real estate, going all the way from just above their knees to who knows how high up under their skirts. It's . . . well, it's pretty. 

Actually, it's beautiful, and Kon kind of wants to touch it. To touch both of them, more specifically, ideally at the same time. 

And still not in the pervy way. 

So that's a bad sign, definitely. 

"Take your pants off," Mercy orders impatiently. 

"How about 'hell no'?" Kon says, because yeah he has literally no sense of shame or self-consciousness but Luthor was just eyeballing him like a weirdo and he very much does still want to go make sure nobody he gives a shit about got fucked up by a morally dubious robot or anything. And like–okay, fine, apparently he has soulmates and apparently those soulmates are both drop-dead gorgeous Amazons, but like . . . he doesn't actually give a fuck right now, and also they both work for Lex Luthor, so that kinda doesn't bode well for any kind of long-term relationship or whatever anyway? Like, this is very much about to be another Knockout scenario. Knockout in stereo, even. 

Ugh.

"I said take your pants off," Mercy repeats in annoyance. 

"Again, hell no," Kon tells her. 

Mercy grabs for his belts. Kon dodges her. 

"Hey!" he says. Mercy glowers at him. Hope folds her arms. 

"It's obviously him, Mercy," she says with a sigh. "We haven't touched anyone else but each other and Lex in at least an hour, and any of us would've triggered a mark long before now." 

"He's a child," Mercy bites off. 

"I'm eighteen, kind of!" Kon protests indignantly. If he had to forcibly lose sixteen-odd years of his natural lifespan, at least people could fucking acknowledge him as a fucking adult. Like, is that too much to ask?

"You're two," Luthor says dryly. "'Kind of'." 

"Oh, fuck you," Kon snaps, scowling at him and also not sure how he feels about the fact that the fucking weirdo actually knows how old he is. Like, why the fuck does he know that? 

"A literal child," Mercy says witheringly. "A literal child is our literal soulmate. In a V-shaped triad, of all things!" 

Honestly, if somebody'd told Kon half an hour ago that he had two soulmates and said soulmates were a pair of smoking hot older women dressed like professional escorts who could both kick his ass due to being unconfirmed Amazons, and he was the focal point of their V-shaped triad? He would have very literally needed to go have a lie-down until he recovered enough to get some bloodflow back to his brain. And it would've had to be a very, very long lie-down. 

Right now, though, it's just like . . . a thing, he guesses. A very weird thing that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, as far as he's concerned. 

"Well, he'll mature," Hope says resignedly. "Theoretically." 

"Oh, that's a turn-on," Mercy snorts. 

"Look, whatever, I'm not into you two either but I'm not being a prick about it, am I?" Kon says in exasperation, folding his arms. 

The other three all pause. Then they all turn their heads to look at him. 

"You're not?" Luthor says, sounding mystified. "What, neither of them?" 

"Not that it's any of your damn business, but no," Kon says, wondering what his life has come to that he's actually answering the asshole supervillain right now. 

". . . you know, you could just come out to Superman, it's not actually necessary to so aggressively pretend to be straight," Luthor says dryly, raising an eyebrow at him. Kon, again, wonders how and why this weirdo knows anything about him, much less enough to have an opinion about his sexual orientation and the way he expresses it. "I mean, you'll have to put up with him 'validating your identity' every five minutes, I'm sure, but he isn't going to disown you or whatever nonsense you're expecting." 

"I'm bi, asshole, and I am out to Superman," Kon says in exasperation. Who, admittedly, did kind of spend a couple months validating his identity every five minutes after he came out to him, but that's neither here nor there. "It's possible to just not be into someone." 

"But you're not into either of them," Luthor says, eyes narrowing in consideration. "And they're your soulmates." 

". . . oh gods," Mercy says in horrified realization, putting her hands over her face and staring at Kon through her splayed fingers. "Hope. Hope, are we fucking parents?!" 

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head. 

Kon blinks at both of them. Then stares at both of them. 

"Are you high?" he says incredulously. "There is literally no damn way!" 

"Really? Because it'd be one thing if you weren't sexually attractive to either of them yet," Luthor says, still eyeing him assessingly. "You're barely past jailbait, physiologically speaking, and that's frankly being generous. But neither of them is sexually attractive to you?" 

"It's possible to just not be into someone!" Kon protests again. "That doesn't mean they're my moms, for fuck's sake! It could just be, I don't know, platonic or something! Or a sibling bond!" 

Not that those options aren't just as weird and doomed as a romantic bond would be, obviously, but at least they'd make more sense than a parental one would. 

"Amazons only get sister bonds, brat," Mercy says dubiously, which Kon guesses makes sense but also makes him feel a little–never mind. Never mind how it makes him feel. 

He doesn't like how it makes him feel, though. For reasons that he's just . . . not ever gonna examine. 

Ever. 

"Yeah, well, last I heard nobody ever proved you two were real Amazons anyway," he snaps back defensively, clenching his fists at his sides. 

"It's adorable that you think we care what anyone else thinks," Mercy snorts, rolling her eyes. 

Kon very literally cannot imagine just not caring what anyone else thinks to that degree. Like–not ever. 

Must be nice, though.

[emerald-onion]

Things Dr. Ink Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation, by Dr. Dream (WIP)

Stop teaching Agent Blue swear words.

Not even in different languages.

Spike the coffee machine with laxatives is not only gross but also immoral.

Don't the SCP file as your personal notebook. How many times do I have to say this?

Try to convince everyone that SCP-404 is 'a big softie inside' is just plain suicidal.

Answer "What the fuck do you want?!" with "Your SOUL" is right out.

Stop telling everyone your paintbrush is secretly a staff member.

Stop telling a staff member they are secretly a paintbrush.

"I forgot!" is not and will never be an excuse for nearly killing all of your co-workers.

And neither is "They didn't pass the vibe check".

Nor "They shouldn't have eaten the last muffin".

Rolling up to someone with a trenchcoat and saying "I have brought the goods" isn't as hilarious as you may think.

Don't tell the new recruits that SCP-99 will adopt them if they call it 'Nootmare'.

Don't tell people that your medicine is drug.

Don't hide drugs in your medicine. Trust me, I'll know.

Showing SCP-404's shitty Undernovela's knock-off was fun one time and one time only, and that was before it destroyed our entire west wing.

Don't give Agent Blue candies.

Don't give Agent Blue honey.

Don't give Agent Blue cake-pop.

Don't give Agent Blue any kind of sugar, period.

No, "What have you done?" is a desperate plea for you to stop, not "Please continue".

There is not any SCP Dating Simulator. There has never been a SCP Dating Simulator.

Not even in Japan.

And no, this isn't a suggestion to make one.

Dr. Ink is not the God of Creation. Not even if your cult says so. Since when did you have a cult in the first place?

Stop submitting your paperwork in the back of a Kung Fu Panda DVD.

Stop stealing SCP-404's chocolate.

Stop hiding SCP-404's remote control.

Stop rearranging everything in SCP-404's containment cell by one inch to drive it insane.

Stop messing with SCP-404, I beg of you.

Drawing SCP porn on the Foundation walls is strictly forbidden.

Don't tell Agent Red this world is a shitty crossover fanfiction and everything he knows is fake.

Don't tell Agent Red that he and Agent Blue are the clones of Dr. Sans.

Yes, I know that it's possible, Agent Cross is standing right there, but stop giving him an existential crisis, please.

Don't tell Agent Blue his action figures are alive and they're silently screaming for him to break them from their inanimate prison.

Don't call Agent Blue Berrybaby specifically to piss him off.

Don't convince Agent Blue Santa Clause is real and he just needs to go to Antarctica to find him.

Seriously, leave the poor guy alone.

No spilling melted chocolate on someone and telling them it's SCP-99's goop.

Stop trying to wear high heels to make yourself taller. You broke your fucking leg, Dr. Ink.

Didn't I order you to stop messing with SCP-404? Why do I see a giant graffiti of SCP-404 in a cat hoodie in front of its containment cell?

SCP-404's dolls are not made of the remains of its dead victims. It has already been terrifying enough already, stop fanning the flame even more.

Yes, you have a bad memory. No, even that won't make you forget the large fire you start in the cafeteria 10 seconds ago.

The Foundation exists to protect the people, not a big conspiracy to control everyone's mind.

There is no such thing as a Reset button. Stop saying that every time you mess something up.

SCP-99 cannot be pacified with a lullaby. Don't tell the other scientists that. We're short on staff already.

Playing your flute at three in the morning is just plain creepy.

The Foundation does not have a dress code. Especially not 'Maid uniform'.

I know you still meet up with SCP-90 sometimes. I don't know how, but I know. For God's sake, Ink! He's a freaking body-snatching parasite!

You're absolutely not allowed to knock on the D-personals' door and tell them "It is coming. There's nothing you can do to stop it."

[spnbangbang]

Title: Trick Shot

Author: tiamatv

Artist: keziahrain

Primary Ship: Dean/Castiel

Other Ships: N/A

Length: 18000

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: AU - Modern, Billiards and Pool, Strip Games, Strangers to Lovers, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Identity Porn, Bisexual Dean Winchester

Posting Date: September 11, 2023

Summary:

So here's the thing. Dean can put on a show like no one's damned business--mug for the cameras set up around the underground club, wink and smile and wave at the people putting up stupidly high bets as he sets himself into position behind the cue ball.

That's why this whole business of strip billiards works, obviously, and why Dean gets the big bucks for it. Who doesn't like watching a pretty girl taking off a piece of clothing for every ball Dean pockets? Especially when their job is to distract him from pocketing the next one. By any means necessary.

Except today?

Today, there's a dude staring at Dean from across the meeting room.

Excerpt:

Tall, Dark and Trenchcoated doesn’t smile back at Dean. He doesn’t stop examining Dean, either, though—those tired blue eyes boring hard into Dean’s, sweeping down his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, flicking down to his hands. Dark eyebrows bunch into a slight frown as he studies Dean’s cue stick, still disassembled in its beat-up plastic case.

It’s kind of intimidating, actually, the intensity of the stare, the focus: he’s stern, that’s what he is. Like someone who’s here to play, not to *play.*

Dean’s not used to seeing that directed at anything but a billiards table, even with some of the eager ball bunnies they’ve brought in to feel up Dean on camera on light weeks (most of them hold the cue, all right, but playing billiards isn’t exactly what they’re doing with it).

It's been a while—it’s been a long while—since someone came in here just planning to win, and Dean’ll put money on that being this guy’s deal. No distractions, no games, no waggling titties or surprise sex toys or leaning on Dean’s back and rubbing the front of Dean’s thighs when he’s bent over and addressing the ball, his cue stick lined up.

Then, almost imperceptibly, those intense, narrowed eyes tick downwards again—towards Dean’s mouth. And stay there for a beat of one. Two. The tip of the dude's tongue wets a plush bottom lip and then darts back in.

Then the blue eyes jerk back upwards, the expression turning frowny and stern again so quickly that Dean almost misses it.

Huh.

Well.

[mvdeanw]

hello! what's the last book you read that you'd recommend to others? have a great day! :)

Hello!

Thank you for your ask,and apologies for my late response. it's just that I'm all over the place regarding my taste in books, films, music, or anything for that matter, lol. It was hard to answer as much as possible shortly and on point. I hope I managed somehow.

I love reading. From a young age I've come to love reading dark, horror, taboo, supernatural, erotic novels. Books about serial killers, psychopaths .. It fascinates me how their brain works. So I read a lot about psychology and antisocial behavior.

I grew up in Russia, so some of my favourite books are “Heart of a dog” and “ The Master and Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakov and "Lolita " by Vladimir Nabokov. I also love ” Emmanuelle” by Emmanulle Arsan. “Hideaway” by Dean Koontz. “The doors of perception” by Aldous Huxley

I love romance, of course. And non conventional perception of heaven and hell, which is why I love Supernatural lol.

After joining the fandom, I've read many, many fanfics. I still have preferences for slash and dark stories. I can read (almost) any story as long as the plot ( or the porn 😉 ) is written well. Don't care much if it's shipping or not. Can tell the difference between fantasy and reality so nothing can change my personal perception of the show or the characters as they are canonically written. I also have some heavy kinks and am so happy when I find a story that fulfils my dark desires.

I also have a soft spot for fluff or good angst. Would highly recommend @deanwinchesterswitch @waywardbaby @deanwanddamons @luci-in-trenchcoats they have amazing stories worth reading.

I'm also a fan of world mythologies. But my favourite is Greek mythology. So the last book I've read is "Mythos: the Greek myths retold " by Stephen Fry

In the end, I would recommend “Jacintha” by Kathleen Winsor. 

Thank you again for your ask 🤗

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Think It Do It

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9JWyvGS by bajuwa Bruce stood by the kitchen island, scanning the suit schematics in front of him while listening to Alfred’s assessment on its potential performance. They still had a long way to go before finalizing the new design, but as it stands, these plans showed promise. As they wrapped up their conversation, they slipped into their usual routine of Alfred urging Bruce to rest and Bruce politely but thoroughly ignoring him. The back and forth continued until a gust of wind announced a very unexpected, but recognizable guest. “Clark.” Bruce shut his eyes, took a deep calming breath, and opened them directly into a glare at his friend. “What are you doing here?” Words: 8275, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Zatanna Zatara (mentioned), Alfred Pennyworth (minor) Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Magic, Truth Spells, Confessions, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, if you consider magic truth spells to be close enough to drunkness, Mildly Dubious Consent, there's actually a lot of fairly explicit consent but Bruce isn't ready to admit that yet, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Clark Kent is also bad at feelings but boy does he have a lot of them, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Bruce Wayne is an Emotionally Stunted Bat in a Trenchcoat, Bruce Wayne's training never prepared him for this, Voice Kink, masturbation (mentioned), Dom/sub Undertones, Service Top Clark Kent, Switch Clark Kent, Switch Bruce Wayne, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Bruce's brain is a part of his body, Meditative Breathing Exercises, are wholly ineffective againt's Clark's, Dirty Talk, Teasing, thigh fucking, Orgasm Denial, Happy Ending, double entendre intended ;), Idiots in Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9JWyvGS

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hcs for anal with Hanma

Anal w/ Hanma

♡ NSFW, fem reader, mention of porn but like who cares lol, anal sex obvi, anal fingering, oral->fem receiving, lil bit of spanking ♡

note: anooon stooop! he's such an ass man, y'all already know how I feel about this mf 🙄 lanky ass grim reaper (affectionately)

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🏵️ Hanma who suggests anal sex on a whim and pouts like a brat when you tell him no

🏵️ Hanma who'll send you amateur porn videos of couples having anal sex followed by a text that says "this could be us rn 😔♥️"

🏵️ Hanma who damn near jumps out of his skin when you finally agree to let him tap that

🏵️ Hanma who gets an egregious amount of lube on your bedsheets while he's trying to prep you

🏵️ Hanma whose tongue laps at your pussy as he pumps his fingers in and out of your ass

🏵️ Hanma whose hands gently knead your cheeks before teasingly spanking them

🏵️ Hanma who has to bite down on your shoulder just to muffle his moans as he finally gets to fuck your ass

🏵️ Hanma who cums fast because you're clenching around him too good, but don't worry, he can and will be going all night long until he's fully satisfied

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe @southside-otaku @xxchthonicreaturexx @evergreen-endo @hanmaslilslut @dystop4in14nd @mysouleaten @mdsbabygirl

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25, 26, 28, 30 for Monet

This got long

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc

There's quite a few moments and cameos that just feel like a completely different person, and a few more that feel bland and character-less. Shout out to that thankless appearance in uncanny x-men 410-12 comic shortly after gen-x finished where she slut-shames stacy x and the writer forgot she could fly.

But if I were to nominate a bigger thing, it's obviously uncanny xmen (2016), where she's ooc the entire time in my opinion. She's framed as morally dubious, excessively sexualised and just generally urgh. Consider the following:

i. Greg Land - specifically that same face greg land gives all women

ii. The white woman + paint bucket tool off it all*

iii. The plastic sculpted mannequin tits.. with nipples!

iv. The way she is talking to sabretooth. what is this dialogue? this commanding dominatrix thing? I could imagine something like this from, like, selene? or maybe emma but if she was talking to somebody else? This just doesn't feel like her it reads like bad porn dialogue

*incidently, there's this kinda weird thing about this series that because it was the first time monet was drawn with consistently darker skin since gen x, a lot of people use the art from it as indicative of how she should be drawn. And, like, i'm sorry but Land drew a white lady and coloured her skin darker. And the series itself has a weird relationship with both her race and her background. Let's not settle for this. Come on.

Anyway, it's my all time nomination for worst monet writing. But dishonourable mentions to the latter half of xfi, weapon x-force and whatever the fuck duggan was going for with the whole groping thing.

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

Ooh so writing wise, she's the most in character in Gen X, the first half of X-Factor Investigations, and in a few more cameo appearances (like that hellfire gala run of the infinity comic where she's a main, giant size storm). She's pretty much there in x-men 2013 and x-corp.

In universe though.. because she's literally not been herself a few times. Firstly, there's being literally two kids in a trenchcoat, and the time spent fused with Marius (M-Plate 2.0) and there's the (presumed) upcoming horseman thing. On top of this there's just a lot of her being miserable and off-kilter, not really living her life for herself as herself.

I think that even though she's not really happy at the massachusetts academy, or at xfi, she does seem to exist as herself here. This is how she is when navigates the world, whereas when she's living in the mansion or in the savage land it's very much her trying to escape her trauma and feels unstable in that way. I also feel like she never really felt comfortable with Krakoa - which is not text but entirely vibes. I just feel like she couldn't just be there.

But the point is that, if we follow the metaphor of penance as she appears in Gen X, being trapped in that form is not a external force pushing her into a role she doesn't belong to. Instead it eminates out of her. It is a reflection of something very true to herself. And that's interesting, right?

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

She did not need to interrupt that whole massive fight thing with the death gods in XFI just to yell at Lorna but also I am so on her side in that. It was a massive liability and could have got everyone killed... BUT she had every right to be mad, and the whole thing is framed as like "why is she making such a fuss" despite also spelling out how right she is.. weird series.

Off topic, but there was a post the other day being like "wouldn't it be fun to see lorna react to pietro and monet dating? she'll be mad about it in a funny way." and, like, to me the most in character thing for Monet to do would be to never acknowledge Lorna's presence and never speak to her outside of necessary x-men stuff. Because, even though i don't think lorna is like evil or anything, mocking someone and talking down to them while they relieve the worst trauma of their life while laughing off the fact that they were literally just sexually assaulted is a pretty bad first meeting, even though she apologised. Monet was what like 20? at the time, I don't think she'd shake that negative first impression.

30. The funniest scene they had?

Sorry but that bit with her and 'star sitting on the roof talking about rictor is genuinely very funny to me

There's actually a lot of good little jokes in xfi, especially earlier on. And x-corp is very funny, hell even the opening "we're simply superior" got me good, and her ignoring the message from shaw is very funny.

But the funniest scene she's ever been involved in is this:

[nemaria]

posted Chapter 6! by itself I think it's probably M rated - next chapter will be firmly in E territory!

🌒 Touchstarved - Chapter 6 🌘

— Chapter 6: the cure, part 1 (11.4k)

— #fengqing post-canon

— mutual pining, idiots to lovers, sort of mission fic

— complete (other than editing), will be 50k-ish total and 7 chapters with an epilogue, hopefully posted weekly!

— E rating for Ch 6-7

Summary:

Ever since Mount Tonglu, Feng Xin has been touching Mu Qing more often, and more softly, causing a swooping sensation in his stomach every time.

It’s not a bad feeling, necessarily, but Mu Qing can’t really tell if it’s good, either — not until a curse makes him unable to feel any touch at all, and he realizes just how much all those gentle touches have been affecting him.

Tags:

Canon Universe, but I took some liberties with the timeline/worldbuilding again, Post-Canon, POV Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Touch-Starved Mu Qing (Tian Guan Ci Fu), Pining, Romance, Misunderstandings, Mild Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Bickering, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Massage, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Coming Untouched, Coming Fast, Kissing, Love Confessions, Grinding, Rimming, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, this is just a ton of tropes and smut and mildly unpopular headcanons in a trenchcoat

[iwilltrytobereasonable]

@javiddenkins

[moonsfavoritedaughter]

yknow what? im getting bored of the same opening!!!!

heres some more postal dudette cuz... i like doing her!!!

original pic incoming!!!

just lemme search through my galery....

damn, i have so much porn....

@gloriousvermin @h0ly-tea @3-kids-in-a-trenchcoat @geeker231354 @space-rocc

for those that have noticed, yes i gave her bigger bewbs this time cuz i realized drawing smaller ones is hard as hell, i always make them look like deflated balloons!!! so i made them bigger, to make it simpler and easier :3