#chaosfic

[chaos-monkeyy]

Okay I never actually thought I'd write proper full-on smut for Aziraphale and Crowley but it's how I cope with Having Feelings, so here you go 😂

Take me to bed (full work on AO3)

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Crowley eased off on the spur-of-the-moment kiss he’d pressed to Aziraphale’s lips in a ridiculous fit of mortal-inspired romanticism, and… waited. 

Nervously. 

“Oh,” Aziraphale said, wide-eyed. He had turned a rather fetching shade of pink, brushing his fingertips lightly over his own mouth with an expression of pure wonder.  “Oh. I… I can… I think I see why the humans enjoy doing this so much. Oh, my.” 

Crowley cocked his head, genuinely surprised. “What, in all this time… Have you really never kissed anyone? Not even to see what all the fuss and bother was about?” 

Aziraphale shook his head in that familiar, innocently flustered gesture. “Well, no, I mean… I never thought it would… Do it again?” 

Teeth baring in a slow grin, Crowley took a moment to relish the hopeful look shining in Aziraphale’s eyes, and obligingly kissed him again. A little less of a desperate plunge, this time; a little gentler, and slower— and deeper. Aziraphale’s soft exclamation was lost in Crowley’s mouth as he parted the angel’s lips with a carefully insistent touch of his tongue. He couldn’t completely tamp down on his own hunger, though; not after millenia of unconsciously and consciously pent-up desire and need for this, this closeness. This feel of Aziraphale melting against his body, all while making those same quiet sounds of pure pleasure as he did when eating some particularly delectable human food concoction. 

Without really noticing he was doing it, Crowley walked Aziraphale slowly backwards until they came up against the wall, mouths still locked together and Aziraphale panting soft little perpetually-surprised moans into Crowley’s mouth with every breath. The angel didn’t even need to breathe, neither of them did; and yet he was, and breathing hard, no less, the very act bringing another toothy grin to Crowley’s face as he finally broke away just far enough to watch Aziraphale pout in confusion when he did. 

“I take it you’ve never done any of the other things humans do with one another either, then?”

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#good omens #good omens season two #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens spoilers #smut #chaosfic

[asknarashikari]

Tsukasa bringing weird shit from other dimensions strikes again!

Tsukasa and Daiki force the Build crew (and Shotaro and Philip, because why not?) to watch whatever it is that Acchan is doing now, and end up defeated by baby Yuki, Yumi and Tosuke.

#chaosfic

Considering that this is what Acchan is up to right now, I don't think it's entirely appropriate for Yuki and Yumi... especially if they're still kids...

Aka: Tsukasa dies by the hand of his very angry kouhai

"Tsukasa, what the hell were you thinking?!" Ryuuga screamed at his senpai, looking ready to punch him in the face. "My children are one year old babies! ONE! What the fuck made you think this was a good thing for them to watch?"

Tsukasa backed away, raising his hands in an attempt to placate the irate father. "I just thought it'd be funny for them to see their Papa be blond with a little ponytail! I didn't know it had gay shit in it!"

"Tsukasa, the two guys are holding hands in the poster," Philip replied. "Even barring the 'gay stuff', it doesn't look particularly appropriate for the twins, with them holding weapons in each other's faces and all."

"And now, they keep crying whenever they see me!" Sento complained. "They keep thinking I was going to go and kill someone if they let me out of their sight!"

"Well, they're smart kids, aren't they? Just explain to them that's it's just some guy who looks like you, and not actually you!" Tsukasa protested.

"Tsukasa. They. Are. BABIES." Shoutaro reiterated, looking rather cross. "You should've shut this thing down as soon as you realized it wasn't family-friendly! And now we have two traumatized BABIES!"

"Alright! I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think this one through." Tsukasa apologized.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, you idiot!" Ryuuga yelled in his face. "If we didn't need you to save the world sometimes I would've killed you already for what you did to my kids!"

"...I guess that's fair." Tsukasa admitted.

"Don't think you're gonna get away with this unscathed, Tsukasa."

The hero who loves the color that doesn't exist looked up to see Sento, holding up the Genius Bottle, ready to equip it onto his Driver. Ryuuga, similarly, had the Magma Knuckle at the ready, and the Xtreme Memory was on tsandby, hovering between Shoutaro and Philip.

"If you know what's good for you... start running."

#kamen rider build #kiryuu sento #banjou ryuuga #otp: best match #kamen rider w #philip #hidari shoutaro #kamen rider decade #kadoya tsukasa #minific #springstarfangirl #tsukasa... you fucked up. big time.

[askrikkaiandhyotei]

Groupchat shenanigans request!

Emu gets seriously drunk for some mysterious reason, and Takeru walks in on Tsukasa trying to convince him to dye his hair blond. (The little shit has already done the same, after all.) Chaos ensues.

#chaosfic

Inspired by @narashikari 's recent post about Hiroki Ijima's newly blond hair.

Chapter up for you!

Also, feel free to comment on the fic if you have more requests 💖💖💖💖💖

#kamen rider #my writing #ask

[chaos-monkeyy]

bg3 has consumed my very being and I'm not even out of Act 1 yet help

Astarion/Gale smut: Just a Little Taste on AO3

Explicit, ~3k one-shot. Includes bickering, biting, and Gale's wonderfully ridiculous default lace-up underwear. Full work and tags on AO3, opening excerpt below 😏

“Writing in your little book again, I see.”

At the quiet, but entirely unexpected voice floating out from the darkness behind him, Gale very nearly jumped out of his own skin. The words of a spell leapt immediately to his lips; fiery intent coalesced in his mind— but before he found his tongue, a familiar pale figure in a half-laced, frilly shirt materialized from the nighttime shadows next to Gale’s tent.

Gale scowled at him, heart still pounding from the surprise. Stealthy, sneaky son of a—

“What is it that you’re always scribbling at in there lately, I wonder. Hmm?” Astarion continued, completely ignoring the glare. The vampire’s characteristic loftily-amused smirk twisted his mouth as he tilted his head to peer at the pages of Gale’s notebook in the light of the nearby torch. “Oh, I know. It’s about me, isn’t it?”

Gale slapped the notebook shut, feeling a touch of heat creeping into his cheeks. He knew that flush was, unfortunately, not nearly so subtle or unobtrusive as the way Astarion had snuck up on him in the otherwise quietly slumbering camp.

“Of course not,” he scoffed— not precisely lying; Astarion was merely one of many subjects in those pages. “Why would I write about you with everything else that’s going on lately?”

Astarion heaved a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Oh, don’t be so tedious, darling. I’m quite bored enough already. Now, don’t think I haven’t noticed all your innocuous little questions during our travels. Ever since you found out the truth about me…” Astarion prowled slowly closer to close the small gap between them as he spoke, his smirk widening far enough to bare perfect white fangs in the flickering firelight. “You simply haven’t been able to leave it alone, have you? The chance to get… up close and personal. See how we vampires behave, in the flesh.”

#bloodweave #astarion x gale #gale of waterdeep #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #chaosfic #smut #i love them

[chaos-monkeyy]

The inevitable baldur's gate piss fic from yours truly 💦

Gale/Halsin smut: Stealth, or a Lack Thereof on AO3

~2k, contains accidental/nonconsensual voyeurism but also porn logic (i.e. everyone is into it, it's fiiine). Full tags on AO3, short excerpt below!

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…Gale turned his head, raising a hand and blinking against the sudden bright flare of magic— and when he looked back… Sure enough, where the bear had been only a moment before, there now stood Halsin. 

In his human form, naked as the day he was born.

In addition to being nude, though, he also looked… pained? Gale dragged his eyes off a rather enticing, broad expanse of bare, hairy, sun-dappled skin and felt his brow furrow in sudden concern. Though the bear hadn’t seemed injured in any way, Halsin had immediately curled forward on himself after transforming, dropping heavily down onto his hands and knees with a strained groan.

Gale was, once again, just about to push to his feet and call out— to offer help, this time— when the source of Halsin’s obvious discomfort became rather suddenly and very readily apparent.

While magic could account for a great many things— something Gale well knew— that did not, apparently, include handling a sudden and major change in a body’s bladder capacity…

#chaosfic #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin #gale of waterdeep #gale x halsin #smut #(kink) #p/iss

[chaos-monkeyy]

Finished that solo Captain Pike fic I've been poking at for awhile 😏

nice (mostly) wholesome PWP: With or Without Company

Explicit, full fic and tags on AO3, opening teaser below!

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“Captain! Gaming night is my pick this evening, you in? It’s gonna be a gooood one.”

Pike stopped and turned at Ortegas’s call to see his pilot grinning at him expectantly from down the corridor. It was… tempting, the idea of relaxing, sharing a few drinks and laughs with a decent-size chunk of the crew. And he was just coming off-duty. But… He already had other plans, in truth. 

Just not ones he was about to share with anyone.

“Appreciate the offer, Lieutenant,” Pike answered with a smile and nod of thanks. “But I think I’m gonna make it an early night. Catch up on some sleep.”

Ortegas shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said, with that little head tilt of polite disbelief.

“Kick some butt, Erica,” Pike said mock-solemnly and Ortegas laughed, her grin taking on a slightly alarming tinge of predatory glee.

“Oh, I plan to,” she answered. “Have a good night, sir!”

“Goodnight, Lieutenant.”

A few minutes later saw Pike finally entering his quarters and locking the door behind him with a sigh of relief. It had been a long day, wrapping up the end of a long mission, one that the Enterprise was now heading back from. None of it had gone badly, at least; though the boredom was, in some ways, more tiring than tense bouts of excitement or even danger.

But— though it was a little embarrassing to admit, even just in the privacy of his own head— Pike found the most difficult aspect of these long-haul missions, especially the quiet ones, was, well… Not getting laid for so long.

#chaosfic #smut #captain pike #christopher pike #star trek strange new worlds #star trek

[chaos-monkeyy]

My latest original smut work, and another one that I had a ton of fun with 😁 I'd love to know what you think!

Trans M / Cis M, Explicit (naturally), a little shy of 4.5k words. SciFi/Fantasy, age difference + military rank difference. Also posted here on AO3 with full tags; no archive warnings apply.

Opening teaser:

“This is callsign: Gremlin, I’m going down, repeat, I’m going down! Can anyone hear me? Need search and rescue, send help, I’m going d—”

His own panicked voice, nearly drowned out by the rattling of his ship as the raging storm tossed him around in the air like a child’s toy, was the last thing Kyl heard before everything cut off in a crunch and the world went black around him.

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The next thing he heard was a forlorn beeping. Blinking groggily as he came to, Kyl lifted his head and looked around.

The beeping was coming from the console of his one-person scout ship and the world was white now, instead of black. Wincing at the bright glare from the snowscape outside, he squinted through the half-crumpled, tilted canopy while the beeping finally warbled itself into silence.

There was nothing out there. Nothing to see but empty, windswept snow stretching to the horizon, the sun riding high in a pale aqua-blue clear sky. The last flickering lights on the ship’s console died a few seconds after the beeping did. Kyl groaned, the sound coming out as a faint croak.

Well, shit.

After a moment of sitting there with his eyes closed against the bright glare, Kyl took a deep breath and unbuckled his harness. He moved slowly, gingerly, certain he had to be injured and just wasn’t feeling it yet— but, to his surprise and relief, he seemed to be fine. Aside from a few strained muscles, some bruises from his seat harness, and just generally being shaken up by the crash landing, at least. 

First things first, then. Take stock. Forcibly pushing away the anxious worry tickling in the back of his mind— why had base gone radio silent on him like that? Had they even heard his call for help? And what the hell was he going to do if they hadn’t?— Kyl wiggled out of his seat and started rummaging through the interior wreckage of his ship.

There wasn’t all that much to search through; he’d headed out on what was supposed to be a routine one-day scouting mission, back by suppertime. He had maybe a day’s worth of water and rations. Two days if he made the supplies stretch. Nowhere near enough to try hiking back to base from this far out, though. Especially not without proper cold weather gear. He didn’t even have a jacket. And where one unexpected, unprecedented, furious storm had hit… Who knew what could come next.

Aside from the food and water, he also had a first aid kit he luckily didn’t need, save for the metallic emergency blanket folded up in the bottom of the kit. Kyl shivered as he repacked the kit minus the blanket, squinting out through the canopy again. Another howling gust of wind buffeted past, swirling up the snow and rocking the downed space craft with ominous creaking sounds. The wind whistled into the cockpit as well, Kyl noted uneasily, cold drafts coming in through the cracked plastiglass canopy and the buckled metal alike.

Well, first rule of survival: stay put if you can. Even if his mayday hadn’t gotten through to base, they had his planned flight path. Someone would find him soon, surely— hopefully— and from what his scans had been showing before the sudden and violent storm had swatted him out of the sky, from what he could see outside… his wrecked ship was probably the only shelter he’d have for kilometers around anyway.

So Kyl found the least drafty corner of the cockpit, wrapped himself tightly up in the emergency blanket, and settled in for what he hoped to hell would be a short wait.

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It wasn’t exactly short, but it wasn’t too long either, all things considered, before someone did find him.

A little under a day and half after the crash at his best guess, Kyl was jolted out of fitful sleep by a loud banging sound on the outside of his crashed ship. He froze, relief and alarm warring foggily in his brain— what if it wasn’t his people; what if it was someone, or something, else who had found him? They were still exploring this planet, after all— but then a muffled voice called his name.

“Gremlin? Pilot! Answer me, Kyl, burn you!”

Kyl nearly fainted with giddy relief. He’d recognize that voice anywhere.…

#chaosfic #original fiction #smut

[chaos-monkeyy]

The constant quiet sounds from Ed's goddamn kitty collar every time he MOVES fucking ended me, so I wrote a thing about it instead of sleeping last night

Sweet Silence

Ed/Stede, Pete/Lucius, silliness and implied sexual content. Rated T+. Preview below, full work on AO3!

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jingle-

jingle-jingle-

jingle- “Ah, shit yeah… Stede…” jingle-

jingle-

Lucius blinked blearily up at the night sky, trying to place what had woken him up. All was silent, save for the usual sounds of the ship creaking with the motion of the waves… Pete’s soft snores on his chest… Frenchie muttering in his sleep across the deck, and— 

jingle- “Yeah— yeah, right there, man.” jingle- “Uh huh— uh huh, fuck, just like that.” jingle- 

Lucius froze, suddenly far, far more awake than he’d ever wanted to be in his life. 

“Is that— No,” he whispered, pleading with the stars; the ship; the universe in general. “Oh, god, no.” 

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd2 #ofmd spoilers #blackbonnet #ed teach #stede bonnet #black pete #lucius spriggs #chaosfic

[chaos-monkeyy]

Short sleepy Veddie smut: Ease the Need

mini preview below, full ficlet on AO3!

Eddie’s not quite awake and not quite asleep.

He’s just awake enough to know that he’s horny as fuck; his dick’s hard and straining against his boxers and aimless need is hot and tight in his groin. But he’s too sleepy to do anything about it except roll half over onto his stomach and clumsily shove the front of his shorts down, pressing his freed cock into the bunched up covers while a slushy groan rises in his throat.

It’s enough to ease the need a little, and Eddie drifts on the hot, pulsing, slowly-building pleasure, his eyes shut and mouth open. He doesn’t even really notice he’s drooling into the pillow while softly grunted breaths spill from his lips, his hips rocking to rub his aching cock back and forth in the little divot of warm blankets and sheets he’s made for himself.

In the back of his mind, something stirs.

#venom #veddie #eddie brock #venom x eddie #mcu #chaosfic #smut

[chaos-monkeyy]

A perfect match...

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In all the jobs you’ve taken over the millennia, this is definitely among the stranger requests.

But you have always relished a challenge.

“Very well,” you answer. It’s a mere moment or two of concentration for one so experienced as yourself to reshape your features to mimic the man in front of you— raised eyebrow, wry smirk, and ever-so-faint facial flush included— and Hoid’s eyebrows climb further.

You copy that, too, and he grins. Admittedly, it’s not perfect, you would need his skull to precisely imitate his rather intriguing bone structure... But he does, unfortunately, seem rather attached to it still.

“If you want the hair to match, I’ll need to go and change,” you tell him, glancing meaningfully up at his pure white head of hair. Yours in contrast is shimmering jet black, also straight but a touch shorter than his. And far better styled, frankly.

Hoid merely grins more widely, as though amused by a joke you don’t know the context for, and shakes his head. “No, this is perfect, actually.”

“Are there any other... liberties you’d like me to take?” You’re still absentmindedly tweaking the form while you ask, eyeing Hoid up and down with a practiced gaze to get the build and proportions right. The ones you can see while he remains fully-clothed, at least.

“Mm…” Hoid cocks his head in thought, and that same smirk twists his lips. “Actually, darken the skin a few shades, if you don’t mind. Wit always has been one of my best features.”

✨ Full ficlet and tags here on AO3 ✨

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Amazing hoidcest art credit to @cosmereplay , and many thanks to everyone who egged me on with this one 😆💖

#chaosfic #hoid #hoidcest #cosmere #smut #(kink) #hoid x wit #hoid x kandra #hoid x you #flashing gif

[chaos-monkeyy]

I wrote a Star Trek thing! And had an inordinate amount of fun with it! 😂

Strange New Worlds - The Kingdom of Elysian: The Taste of My Blade on AO3

It's Sir Adya/Sir Rauth, so kinda Ortegas/Pike except not actually. It's also very silly, and (I think, anyway) pretty funny, and I'm quite proud of this one 😁

Rated M, everything is innuendo and implied. Awkward 'real world' aftermath included. Full work and tags on AO3!

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“Move not a muscle lest you feel the kiss of my blade, thief,” spoke the bold Sir Adya. “Oracle: Lights!” 

At the firmly voiced command, hidden lanterns around the room sprang to life. Their steady, magical light, brought forth by the unseen hands of the Oracle, illuminated a tense scene: a hunched and hooded figure knelt by Adya’s bed, cloaked in shimmering darkness and caught red-handed in the dastardly act of rummaging through the brave knight’s belongings. 

Sir Adya’s bright and unfailing sword, Starfall, wavered not in the slightest at the back of the intruder’s neck; the knight’s dark eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who are you, thief? Stand, and face me!” 

“Um, well… You did say to ‘move not a muscle’, so…?” 

The kneeling, hooded figure shrugged helplessly, and Adya relaxed slightly, eyes rolling heavenward. 

“Oh for… Get up, Rauth,” said Sir Adya, re-sheathing Starfall with a sigh. “And what the hell are you doing in my chambers? Seems a surprisingly bold move for one so craven as you, chamberlain.” 

Identity so adroitly revealed, Sir Amand Rauth rose to his feet and turned, features arranged into what was— he hoped— a dauntingly petulant sulk. “Do your worst, Sir Adya,” spoke the chamberlain, lifting his chin in defiance. “I’ll never talk.” 

A flurry of motion from Adya, a yelp of pained alarm from Rauth, and the cowardly chamberlain found himself inescapably pinned to the wall with the knight’s dagger glinting dangerously sharp at his throat. 

“I was looking for evidence, please don’t hurt me!” exclaimed Sir Rauth, trembling at the prospect of such violent bodily harm being visited upon his person. 

“Evidence of what?” snapped Sir Adya. “Speak plainly, for I grow tired of your schemes and plots and- and flowery words, chamberlain! And… what the devil are you wearing, anyway?” 

“Oh,” said Rauth, brightening. “Do you like it? I thought it suitably sneaky for…” He waggled his fingers in the air. “You know. This sort of thing.”

#star trek strange new worlds #sir adya #amand rauth #erica ortegas #christopher pike #the kingdom of elysian #chaosfic #star trek #star trek snw

[chaos-monkeyy]

Had to get Pike laid after that season 1 finale, but I still don't ship him suuuper hard with anyone in the show yet, so... it's OC time 😎

Pike x Kedan: Catching Up (on AO3)

Just some good ol' long-time-friends with benefits M/M smut! Preview below, full fic and tags on AO3

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“Captain Pike, you look stressed,” Kedan said, raising an eyebrow. “What have they got you doing out there now?”

Framed in the doorway of Kedan’s apartment and just about filling it with those damn shoulders of his, Christopher Pike— Starfleet-issue overnight bag in hand— smiled wearily and huffed a wry laugh. “Nothing I can talk about, unfortunately.”

“Mm.” Kedan watched his old friend thoughtfully for a moment while Pike tiredly dropped the bag and slipped out of boots and jacket both; then he headed for the kitchen, calling back over his shoulder, “Go sit down before you fall down, Chris. You didn’t actually have to come by just because you were in the area, you know,” Kedan continued as he snagged Pike’s favourite whiskey from the back of the cupboard, “I was only joking. Honestly, you look like you ought to be spending every minute of your shore leave catching up on some rest.”

Sprawled back in the deep cushions of the living room couch— and looking like it was the first time he’d relaxed in weeks— Pike shrugged and watched through half-lidded eyes as Kedan walked over to sit with him.

“I know,” Pike said, accepting the glass Kedan handed over. He took a sip, sighed in contentment, and slouched down even further. “But I wanted to come,” he added sleepily, giving Kedan’s knee a warm squeeze. “It’s been too long, Kade.”

“It really has, hasn’t it?… Well, I had planned to ask what you’re cooking for dinner tonight, but I think I’ll save it for ‘what’s for breakfast, darling?’ instead,” Kedan said, twisting on the couch to face Pike, who breathed another soft, slightly rueful laugh. Before he could argue the point, though— and Pike would still try and cook supper in this state if he wasn’t held in check— Kedan continued, “So the real question now, is… Did you want to come, or come by? Because that’s looking like a rather important distinction tonight, I think.”

“Need to know if you’re taking me to bed or putting me to bed, is that it?” Pike asked with a crooked grin.

#christopher pike #star trek strange new worlds #star trek #strange new worlds #st snw #chris pike #captain pike #chaosfic #smut

[chaos-monkeyy]

yippee my latest original smut work finally went live on medium 🎉 (though I did already post it to AO3 here in Dec)

I wrote this one based off a prompt and I am exceedingly chuffed by how it turned out. It's got post-apocalypse worldbuilding, it's got "Grumpy & Stoically Irritable" being grudgingly won over by "Determinedly Cheerful & Chipper", and it's got smut!

Opening teaser:

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just fucking shoot you.”

Trevor cocked his hunting rifle as he snapped the words, the metallic sound sharp and menacingly loud in the entryway of his — he’d thought — hidden shelter. He still didn’t think of it as home. Home was where he’d lived, while this… This was merely survival.

Unfortunately, his intruder, despite being armed with nothing but a beat-up looking metal baseball bat and a way-too-cheerful grin, didn’t seem to be feeling the slightest bit menaced.

“I can give you three, actually,” he said brightly. Trevor blinked uncertainly. It had been a rhetorical question more than anything, but the stranger was going ahead and answering anyway. “One, noisy. I’m betting that thing is mostly for show and the occasional last-ditch escape. Or maybe you’re good enough to have not needed it for that yet. Either way, you’re smart enough to know you don’t want to use it where you live… Especially when you don’t know if I’ve actually secured the hatch behind me properly.”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed, and the intruder winked at him, cheerful smile taking on a slight, self-satisfied smirk.

“Two, curiosity. You are dying to know how I got in, and past your traps before that, and even found this place before that. Shoot me; you’ll never know. And third,” the stranger continued while Trevor ground his teeth and slowly, reluctantly edged his thumb towards the currently-disengaged safety, “I am great company. How long’s it been since you had any of that, honestly?”

#chaosfic #original fiction #smut

[chaos-monkeyy]

Caught up on Loki season 2 last night (*minor spoilers ahead*) and I'm still not normal about Mobius

even if his name is Don asjkhsgdf

Anyway, have a slightly fucked up Lokius-adjacent smutlet set in episode 5!

Don jerkin' it in the bathroom: Kept Waiting (on AO3)

CW for rape fantasy; but with no actual non-con and it's... not like, actually dark or anything. Excerpt below!

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The wait seems endless. 

Ironic, probably, considering this whole thing apparently had something to do with time-travel or… Well, something like that, anyway. Don still isn’t too clear on what exactly is going on. What he does know is he’s been stuck in this warehouse-slash-mad scientist’s lair-slash-personal bookshop for what seems like forever, waiting for that Loki guy to come back already and tell him, and the rest of the random people waiting in there with him, how it is that they’re all supposed to save the universe together. Or whatever.

He wants the guy to hurry the heck up and come back because he’s bored, and he wants to get this thing over with and go home, and he’s already talked to everyone about what they could be looking for in a personal recreational watercraft twice. Even he knows when people have probably heard enough about jetskis for one day.

He also… doesn’t want that Loki guy to come back yet, because he’s still trying to stop thinking about things he probably shouldn’t really be thinking about.

He’s been trying to stop, and it’s just not working. And now he’s reduced to lurking in the back of the huge room— building— whatever it is, pacing restlessly, trying to get himself under control and hoping nobody noticed he’s had half a boner for almost the entire time they’ve all been waiting together. Sure, he’d managed to distract himself with conversation for a little while… But now that he’s not talking anymore, all Don’s got to occupy him are his own thoughts.

Thoughts about how else things could have gone down with the tall, dark-haired, slightly creepy but sexy stranger just… showing up at his house like that.

#lokius #loki series #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #chaosfic #smut #(kink) #mcu #mobius m mobius #still mad about it

[chaos-monkeyy]

Last line game

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you for the tag @chaniis-atlantis ! 😁 I was working on a nicely depraved stormlight fic last night so...

It was not as easy going now as it had been under the influence of those strange vine flowers… But Elhokar managed it.

I haven't played these in awhile and can't remember who all enjoys them so no-pressure tagging @trainofcommand @cosmereplay @knight-of-skyloft @might-be-a-lynx @dd (I can't find you as taggable?? 😭) and I know I'm missing people, so anyone else who wants to share what you've been working on 💖

#tag games #wips #chaosfic #stormlight archive

[chaos-monkeyy]

Alright so I know I said I had seven Pike-centered fluff fics on the way... Turns out it's eight now, whoops 😇 Here's the first one!

M'Benga & Pike: Just the Thing on AO3

Rated Gen, 300 words Prompts: Goose down + Blankets against the cold

Summary: After their tour of the Mojave, Joseph and Chris spend the night at the Pike homestead in Montana. Joseph’s a little cold.

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