#e-rated fics

[inevitably-johnlocked]

can someone please suggest me the dirtiest sherlock fanfic they’ve ever read ?? hahahaa thanks

Hey Nonny!

OH GOSH, let me direct you to my KINKS and SMUT list found on my Johnlock Fic Recs Permalist Page 1:

PWP / Smut (Sept 2016)

Toplock / Bottomlock (Sept 2016)

Johnlock Body Swap (Jan 2017)

Body Swap (Jun 2020)

Trapped and/or Dirty Talk

Sherlock’s Military Kink

Psychology or Classic Conditioning

Threesomes (updated May 12/22)

Morning Sex (Short Fics)

Rimming

Rimming Pt 2

Food Sex

Lingerie / Undergarments (Sexy Fics)

Bottomlock (April 2019)

Bottomlock Pt 2

Bottomlock Pt 2.5 (Thirsty Bottomlock)

Bottomlock Pt. 3

Toplock (Mar 2020)

Toplock Pt. 2

Praise Kink (Dec 2017)

Praise Kink (Aug 2019)

Fingering

Rough Sex

Dirty Talk

Hair Petting/Playing/Pulling

Butt Plugs and Dildos

Masturbation / Frottage

Other Kinks

Oral Sex / Blow Jobs

Comeplay

Short PWP Under 15K

Porn With Plot

Porn Without Plot

Medical Kink (June 2022)

If there's something specific you'd like, please let me know and I'll compile a new list! <3

And if anyone has something they want to suggest, please do!

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #fic masterlist #kink fics #smut fics #e-rated fics #kinks and smut

[bamsara]

"why would you read a fic with a scene or something you dont like in it" you see i have this ability called using my thumb to scroll down the phone screen really fast

#some of the fics i care for are rated E but i dont like hanky panky so i just scroll really fast and boom the rest of the plot is still ther #this goes for a lot of things also #remember you have the power to literally Ignore It and keep going #not everything is going to be perfect for you so take it like cupcake where you love the icing and not the cake #just eat the icing you dont have to eat the rest #sara shush

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 31

part 1 | part 30 | ao3

updating the rating to E. cw: recreational drug use/marijuana, foreplay, mild-to-moderate spit kink

“I feel like a water bottle,” Steve slurs. At some point he wiggled his way between Eddie’s legs to get a better look at his tattoos — starting at his ankles and working his way up, pointing at each piece and asking, "What's this? And what's that?"

Eddie explained each one in turn: the quotes, the lyrics, the silly art. "This one's the Elvish word for friend. That one's from an Iron Maiden song. Oh, the asterisk? It's supposed to be an asshole. No, I'm serious! That's how Vonnegut drew them in his books."

Now Steve’s lying flat on his back between Eddie’s splayed thighs, eyelids heavy, body warm. 'Go Your Own Way' plays softly on the stereo, and Eddie continues his tattoo tour, the fingers of his free hand weaving patterns through Steve's hair — lazy, twirling zig-zags that send skitters of sensation across his scalp and down his spine.

Steve feels like he could die right now. Happy. Held. Content.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

“This is fucking awesome,” he hums.

“Good,” Eddie grins at him, “I’m glad.” He scratches lightly at his scalp. “What were you, uh— what were you saying about a water bottle?”

Oh, right. Steve lifts a hand; pantomimes tilting a bottle back and forth. “Like, uh….. Sssloshy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie snorts. “You’re so high.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“And you look like you’re jerking off a ghost."

“I’ll jerk off your ghost,” Steve mutters petulantly.

"I’m sure my ghost would love that.”

Eddie reaches for the joint and takes another drag, and Steve tilts his neck, arching up to look at him. Bites his lip at the pretty picture Eddie makes: the sharp shadows and delicate lines, the shape of his full lips exhaling rings of smoke. Big for a guy's. He remembers thinking that a couple weeks ago. That they were big. That they looked soft.

And now he thinks: Kissable.

Steve licks his lips. “What about your, uh- not ghost?”

Eddie laughs like he’s watching a newborn puppy try to walk. “You want to touch my dick so bad.”

“S’probably a good dick,” Steve shrugs, unashamed.

He probably should be — ashamed. Guilty for the feelings stirring deep inside his chest; feelings weed brings to the surface, sends southbound, turns to need. He can imagine how the good, god-fearing Catholics who raised him would react if they could see him now, how they'd foam and froth and rage, red-faced and covered in spittle as they shouted that he's condemning himself to Hell.

But the thing is, he's already in Hell. He's been here since July.

And anyway, Hell's kinda nice. Gentle and warm, surprisingly kind. Hell smells like leather and tobacco, like weed and aftershave, and it sounds like Lindsey Buckingham, and it likes to braid Steve's hair.

Hell has endless, inky eyes and probably kisses him with tongue.

Heat spreads through him like molten honey at the thought, spilling hot over the edges, curling in his core, and Steve turns his head to the side and drags his mouth over a tattoo on Eddie’s inner thigh — a cartoon cloud over a curled-up snoozing fox. He noses at the edge of Eddie's shorts; pushes them up.

Goosebumps pebble under the warm press of his lips. "What's this one?" Steve whispers, nudging the fabric further up.

Eddie’s laugh is quiet and strained. "Something I don't want to discuss with your mouth this close to my dick. Stevie," he warns, but it's breathless, full of want. There's a wet spot on his shorts.

Steve pushes onto his belly, blows hot breath over the spot, liquid fire coursing through him at he stares at the bulge in Eddie’s shorts. Blistering heat, the sweetness dense, rich and thick on his tongue; in his veins. He mouths at the crease of Eddie's thigh. Eddie smells so good, like skin and sweat and boy, and Steve wants this. Wants it so badly he feels the ache inside his teeth. I dreamed the goddess poured ambrosia...

Steve feels it drip from head to toe.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is sharp this time, commanding and firm as he fists a hand in Steve's hair — not hurting him; not letting him move. Keeping him from putting his mouth just where he wants.

Steve makes a desperate sound and rocks his hips against the bed.

"Steve, stop," Eddie scolds. Pulls his hair a little harder, like he’s tugging on a leash.

"Eddie, please.” Steve’s eyes roll back, and he shifts his hips again. Just once; just a bit. Not nearly hard enough.

"No. Behave. Be good."

Steve freezes — tenses every muscle, holds himself so still, his face flushing with shame, because he didn’t mean to not be good. Didn’t mean to do anything bad. He blinks at Eddie with watery eyes and says he’s sorry, his voice cracking around the word.

"God," Eddie groans. His fist tightens in Steve’s hair, and his hips twitch off the bed, the curve of his cock brushing the tip of Steve's nose. Fuck. "Holy shit. Roll over."

"What?"

"On your back, like you were before." He’s panting when he says it, and Steve does as he's told; flips over onto his back, face bracketed by Eddie's thighs, the tent in his own shorts embarrassingly big. Obvious.

"Good,” Eddie exhales. “That’s- Jesus. Yeah, that’s good." He sinks back against the wall with a winded sigh.

And then he doesn't say anything else.

Doesn’t even move, just slouches down to catch his breath.

Steve kind of wants to cry; feels chastised and stupid, because of course Eddie doesn't want this. He already said he didn't, didn't he? Not tonight, anyway. And now Steve’s ruined things by being high and dumb and selfish, getting himself worked up over nothing and making it Eddie’s problem, and he'll probably spend the rest of this night miserable and blue-balled because he's a horny idiot, but that's—

It’s fine, if Eddie wants to cool things off; if he doesn't want to— he's allowed to not want—

"Here's what's about to happen.”

Steve snaps his head up to listen. Twists his neck around, sees Eddie lounging against the wall like a bored king on a throne, one ringed hand cupping himself loosely through his shorts. He squeezes once, takes another deep breath; lets it out long and controlled. Steve’s gonna fucking drool. "You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”

Steve moans. Guttural and loud, the sound punched out of his lungs, because Eddie’s voice comes out like gravel — husky, deep, the words authoritative and slow; like Steve needs to be punished; like Eddie’s merciful.

“You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to, and only how I tell you to. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you speed up. If it's too much—" His hand moves to Steve’s cheek, slapping lightly against the bone. “—you tap out, or you tell me.”

Steve nods his head, entranced. Eddie’s thumb moves to his mouth. “And if you’re very, very good…” He tugs his bottom lip; presses in; lets him suck. “…then I’ll let you watch me come. How does that sound?”

Steve whines; hollows his cheeks, sucking harder, flicking his tongue. Eddie’s thighs clamp down around him, and when he pulls his hand away the spit clings to his thumb, a delicate string connecting them before it breaks. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.” He smears the spit over Steve’s chin. “Does that sound good?”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue.

—

part 32

tag list in separate reblogs under '#trailer park steve au taglist' if you'd like to filter that content. if you want to be added tomorrow please comment and let me know (must be over 21; please either verify in the comment or have your age visible on your blog)

#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #rated e #my writing #my fic

[pearltiddys]

catra as a sexy fanny pack

fanart for my fic years in

#i stand by that line #catradora #she ra #suggestive #fic is rated e

[bon-sides-sw]

I've been obsessed with Blasphemous (E), Fic written by @tatooinetourism

I'm doing another thing inspired on the Fic, but here's a lil redraw from a screenshot meanwhile :3c

#dinluke #implied #read the fic really #is rated e tho #bons art #my art #luke skywalker #star wars #fic inspired #redraw #go read the damn fic please #it changed my brain chemistry

[magecrafts]

MENACE

natasha romanoff x reader ; you've never been more helpless. nat likes you best like that.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, cnc, unsafe bdsm practices, no aftercare, somnophilia, heavy choking, one single mention of medical kink

RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT ; 18+

a/n: i think i remember how to do this. cheers.

Natasha Romanoff is grumpy when you meet her (and sporting a week’s worth of insomnia under her eyes and wearing a tee that’s a little too tight, too, but as appealing as both of those are neither endears you as much as her furrowed brow and little frown).

Two weeks later you’re on recon with her, some assignment dropped into your lap an hour before wheels were expected to be up.

“You’re going into the field, rookie,” Stark told you, and, “Romanoff will babysit you, but if you’re as good as your resume claims you shouldn’t need her.”

Recon only. No engagement unless necessary.

The two of you post up in a slimy cave high in the mountains, half a mile above the entrance to a long forgotten mine that may or may not be the newest hideout of one of Stark’s most-wanted. It’s a stupid assignment, Stark could have sent drones, but you reckon he just wants to see how well you do with bullshit assignments, last minute takeoffs, and taking orders.

“Could be fun,” Natasha says, dangling a flask in front of your face.

“Is this a test?”

She smiles.

An hour later you’re tipsy and breaking a protein bar in half to split for dinner.

“I know this is bullshit,” she says, and to her credit she does sound apologetic, “but Tony likes to test people. He wants to see you prove yourself, you know, make it known that you’re as competent as you are on paper.”

You can’t say that’s not fair. This is, after all, no nine-to-five, but, “How am I supposed to prove myself when there’s fuck-all to do?”

Natasha laughs.

An hour later Natasha’s her own stoic version of piss drunk, you’re far worse off, and you’re staring at each other with a vigor that would scare the hell out of you even if she weren’t your immediate supervisor.

But you’ve always liked fear.

You make the first move: you crawl onto her lap, sink down against toned thighs, and tuck in. Her lips are warm, softer than you’re used to, and she doesn’t protest. She licks into your mouth and clamps her hands around your thighs and though you’ve never crossed a boundary like this before, you can’t see yourself ever going back.

Natasha makes the first move next time.

When she asks you out for drinks the week after you return you assume the address she sends you will be a bar.

It’s her apartment.

Bold.

She answers the door in black fatigues and a tank top and takes you right to her bedroom, sinks down on the edge of the California king, and puts you on her lap. She likes you there, where she can reach all of you, where your chest presses up against hers, and your mouth is right there for the taking. She’s gentle until you push your hands through her hair and tell her, “You don’t have to be so nice, you know.”

She’s never gentle after that.

She likes throwing you around, and likes that you can take it, knows it makes your heart flutter and your cheeks flush when she reminds you time and again how much stronger than you she is. On your back is how she likes you best, with your legs spread open and your knees pushed back as close to your chest as they’ll go.

Sometimes she’ll clamp a hand around your throat and dig her nails into the soft skin beneath your jaw until you can’t breath and you’re clawing at her arm and your vision’s starting to go. Sometimes she won’t let go at all, not until you slip away and your body slackens and she’s left fucking a fake cock into your helpless cunt.

You don’t know what she does to you when you’re out cold until she starts to film it.

Filthy fucking videos, those are, full of her laughter and your inability to protest while she does things like stuff her fist into your sloppy hole or perform a full pelvic exam wherein she dons rubber gloves and leaves you gaping around a speculum far longer than any licensed practitioner ever would.

“Look at you,” she’ll say later after she slaps you back to consciousness and queues up her newest video, “you’re so easy to break.”

It’s easier when you come back to with your mouth empty; when she brings you back and you’ve still got your own panties stuffed into your mouth she never lets you pull them out to catch your breath until she’s had her fun holding you down while you struggle to regain your hold on the world.

Sometimes you wake back up on your own while she’s in the middle of things. You either love or hate those times the most, but you’re never sure which.

“...doesn’t matter if you don’t want it,” she’s saying this time, and she’s blurry above you (and there are three of her and three sets of nails carving jagged red lines down your torso, but you know there will only be one of each in a minute or two), “gonna fuck your whore pussy anyway and you’re going—to—take—it.”

“—Nat—”

“Look who’s awake.”

You can hear the smirk in her voice, can see the bright white glare of her cell camera, and you’re sure you look like hell and that she’s going to give you shit for that later, but that’s the least of your worries.

“Stark should fire you,” she says. “Maybe he will once he finds out you’ve been getting your stupid hole stuffed on camera for months. Or maybe he’d like your little videos. Maybe he’d even want a turn with you, huh? Would you like that?”

No, but only because by her rules you're not allowed to think about anyone else like that.

But you can't say that, not unless you want her to go and make it happen. You learned long ago that Natasha Romanoff is nothing if not genuine in her threats.

“Maybe I would,” you say, low and hoarse, and it almost sounds like a growl.

She finds a pressure point and digs in, and, “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me,” she says, and you’re out again.

The next morning you wake up to the sun cutting through the window and warming your bare back, waking with you the memories of the night before and bringing it all to a boil in your belly. You want to relive them. You want her to fuck you again, to stuff you full and flood you with desperation and desire.

She pulls the sheets from your body and flips you onto your back, coasting a hand up your shin as she settles at the foot of the bed.

“Show me your pussy,” she says, soft, mocking, like she’s requesting the easiest thing in the world from the dumbest little thing she’s ever met.

Your knees part, legs falling open without thought, and you can tell the slick between your thighs from the night before is still there.

She lifts her brows and looks.

“You look sloppy,” she says, pulling your lips apart and dragging a nail over your clit. “Let me make it worse.” She slaps you before you have time to think and though it hurts it’s the lingering sting that pulls a cry from your throat. It’s been a while since she’s hit you like this, between the thighs, where the shame hurts worse than anything else.

The next time you see it coming, but you don’t stop her. You don’t even bother to keep your legs from trying to clamp shut when she slaps your cunt for the second time, you just screw your eyes shut and force your legs open again because for that you know she won’t stop until you’re crying and begging her to do something—anything—to get you off.

It takes you a minute to focus up when she’s done, to familiarize yourself with the steady throb between your legs and the warm pressure of Natasha pushing something into you.

She’s kneeling between your legs, hands clamped around your thighs to keep them apart as she lazily fucks into you with a cock as thick as your forearm.

“Look at that,” she says with a little laugh. “Even when you’re looser than a ten-cent hooker I can still find something to stretch you out with.”

And you know she can feel you clenching as she tries to ease out, like you’re pulling her in, and if she were any man she’d be spent in sixty seconds or less, but her stamina knows no bounds and even as your hole gushes with relief she’s still driving into you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagines #marvel imagines #rated: e #natasha #!fic #!darkfic

[remyfire]

What we as a fandom do not discuss or incorporate enough into our work is that Margaret canonically loves to be thrown around, pinned down, and just generally wrecked in bed. This is a terrible missed opportunity and I believe that if we band together, we can give Margaret all the passionate feral rough sex that she craves.

#two lines have never haunted me more in my entire life than these btw #this would require her to have more than like 40 e-rated fics that she's the center of on ao3 so we have a lot of work to do #but i believe in all of us and our love of giving women what they are demanding #it is impossible to get a clear cap of this moment btw forgive me #one day someone will gif it just for me and i'll weep #margaret houlihan #bj hunnicutt #m*a*s*h #mashposting #mashblogging #an eye for a tooth #s7e14 #margbeej

[rexwrendraws]

Sandcastles: Year One, A Sandman Fan-Fic Anthology ⏳

To celebrate The Sandman's one year anniversary this past weekend (how has it been a year already!?), I started a self-indulgent project and decided I wanted to take a crack at typesetting for the very first time.

So, I'm very proud to present: Sandcastles, an 180-page digital anthology that celebrates some of my favorite Sandman fics from the past year! Sandcastle collects shorter fics ranging from gen to mature, and is print-ready and available to be downloaded for free. Through this anthology, I hope others can get the same joy from these fics the same way I did over the past year (think of it as a glorified fic rec list)! (And, if anyone's interested, the print-ready files are available for download as well, if anyone wanted to print their own copy of Sandcastles!)

✨ Download Sandcastles here!

Thank you to all the authors for giving me permission to include their work in this anthology! This is my love letter to all of your work! Please check them out and leave a kind word or two!

The fics included in Sandcastles, in order of the Table of Contents, are the following:

Companions - Picture_Yourself (@anthrossandman)

Fridays - hardly_an_escape (@hardly-an-escape)

Warning Sign - issylra (@issylra)

Snacktime - fishydwarrows (@fishfingersandscarves)

Stray - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

Aulon Raid - moorishflower (@moorishflower)

Unbidden Miracles - mostlybuddingthoughts (@mostlybuddingthoughts)

Available - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

Points of View - cuubism (@cuubism)

Fern-Fevered - notallsandmen (notallmaenads) (@notallsandmen)

The Last - secondjulia (@secondjulia)

Scratch a Little Itch - sanyumi (@valeriianz)

Simple Dreams of Comfort - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

The Apocalypse is Nigh! - cuubism (@cuubism)

To Those Who Dare Wonder - Astrophel_Hireath (@mentallyinvernation)

The Perils of Inebriation - Lilibet (@the-slow-arrow)

Touch - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

Passing the Time - Anonymous

I'm Stuck on You (I'm Mighty Glad You Stayed) - hardly_an_escape (@hardly-an-escape)

Hob Gadling vs. The British Museum (Unknown Artist, c. 2022, Oil on Canvas) - TheAllKnowingOwl (@theallknowingowl)

This also counts as my submission for Day 1 of @mr-sadman 's Sandmanniversary 2023 prompts (Collection) :)

_ _ _ _ _ (Post & files updated — 29.08.2023)

#Sandmanniversary #Sandmanniversary2023 #the sandman #dreamling #dc #typesetting #fic rec #rex typesetting #sandcastles anthology #not my fic #no E rated fics bc i keep picturing my roommate stumbling on it if i print it lmao those are between me and my ao3 bookmarks #i also cannot stress enough that this was my first time typesetting anything ever so if there are little formatting or spelling errors -- #-- im sorry!! but thank you for letting me experiment with your fics! #please dm me if any links on this post stops working/needs to be fixed

[summerroseart]

When your hyperfixation's fandom dies down because it's been months since the last bit of content was released

I'm not used to small fandoms someone help me

#scu found family my beloved #I've read every fic that has nothing to do with ships bc... not for me #also #not trying to pick on anyone or invalidate this #but the number of E rated st*b*tnik fics on ao3 is... something #yall must really like mentally unhinged gays #but for me it gets even weirder when they're portrayed as a very soft/lovey-dovey couple. idgi. #anyhow. I'm gonna go back to making doodles for my underground/boom au #computer show me fortnite milfs meme #added an ID bc a few people pointed out that it didn't have one oops

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Johnlock Fic Req: Sherlock's Kinky US Roadtrip?

@13monkton asked: Okay, I thought I already asked this once, but I can't find the ask and I can't find the fic. John tells Sherlock he loves him, but Sherlock lists all the sacrifices he's made for John, and ends up leaving angrily. Then Sherlock takes a road trip through the US filled with sexual experimentation. He meets an awesome black athlete through Irene, gets stuck in a snowstorm, experiments with bondage in San Francisco, and so on. I can't find it!!! There is one deleted fic in my history, and I really hope it's not that one! Can you help me remember? Thanks!!!

Hey Lovely!!!

Sadly I don't recall this ask ever coming in, nor do I know which fic this is (I only know of a handful of US-Road-Trip Fics)!!

Anyone able to help us out?????

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #13monkton #road trip fics #e-rated fics

[yaoigoddess9158]

I think this fic portrays their characters perfectly and Idk why but I can’t find any more of them 😭😭 (this scene in particular gets me)

And also this one:

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/55034254)

(Sorry it’s not orv, I’m going through smth rn)

#alien stage #alnst till #alnst ivan #alnst #ivantill #alnst mizi #alnst sua #mizisua #ao3 #ao3 fic #I’m running out of orv fics to read too #might resort to reading the rated E fics soon #alnst fanfic

[t3chborb]

It be Ramattra's birthday today (the first one since the cast's bdays were revealed), so obviously I had to make something special for such a monumental occasion~

The art may appear a little strange, given the pic's purpose. Shouldn't it be a bit more obvious that it's a birthday celebration? What's going on here?

Well...

Let's just say this art is indeed special. If you want the context, you'll have to read @korpuskat's "Date of Manufacture" (Tumblr / AO3) ;)

#Borb's Scribbles #Overwatch #Ramattra #did i really show up unannounced in someone's DMs over the birthday of a set of pixels? yes i did- #my apologies kat for not being able to shut up in your DMs lmao #anyway you should all go read the fic bc good lord kat C O O K E D #just mind the rating :P #i was hoping i'd get to shading each cable individually but after the what? #26 hours i spent on it already? i had enough of this art lol it's good enough as is

[cemeterything]

Hello tumblr used mangwinged. I have been rewatching the terror because of you, and I see you on here talking about terror fics. So I am here humbly requesting to drop some recs? I trust your judgement on these weirdo sailors implicitly <3

okay ummmm i've tried to sort them into some rough categories. also these are mostly fitzier because i can't get enough of whatever they put in the water with that one.

fics that i read when i want to feel better: an unexpected gift by aes3plex (very enjoyable "meeting your significant other's family" fic), shall warmer, sweeter be by bastaerd (one of the best fics i've ever read that explores gender and coming out to your partner while remaining faithful and realistic to the attitudes of the period), Aukkanik by Ias (Goodsir/Silna, stargazing, learning more about your friend's language and culture, very lovely), oh you pretty things by wildcard_47 (heartfelt and heartwarming post-canon survival au fic where Francis buys James a dress), Swallow by Daucus (healing, survival and intimacy), The Great Peril of Her Existence by scioscribe (Silna-centric, no romantic relationships, an exploration of how her story might have continued post-canon),

fics that i read when i want to feel worse (/complimentary): burnt-out match in a dark room by deadgreeks (a wedding and a funeral), no glimpse of a further shore by bastaerd (deathswap au, Crozier/Fitzjames and Bridgens/Peglar), steady, boys, steady by scioscribe (episode 8 canon divergence au where only Fitzjames and Hickey survive Tuunbaq's rampage through Terror Camp and Hickey is, well, Hickey about it. scratches my itch to see these two interact more.)

fics containing explicit content: twin high maintenance machines by veganthranduil, Unbecoming by wildcard_47, magneticisque corporibus by MasterOfAllImagination, To Make Gold From Straw by clockheartedcrocodile, Through by robokittens

#fair warning the E rated fics tend to cater to my personal preferences. some of which are a bit niche.

[desceros]

jazz hands happy spring everyone!! it's march 1 for me and you know what thaaaat means :D #tmntspringshellebration

ataraxia (link to ao3 here) 12k

It feels different this year, he thinks, looking down at his scarred hands as they tremble.

f!reader, rated e. mating season, smut, turtle anatomy, feelings realization, established relationship, bit of breeding kink, touch of yandere tendencies. part of my villain donnie au!

#TRYING OUT THE WHOLE. TELLING PEOPLE ON TUMBLR IM POSTING ON AO3 THING. WORKING ON IT. #tmntspringshellebration #tmnt #rise #villain donnie au #my fic #rating: e #donatello/reader

[lazycranberrydoodles]

mxtxtober day 2: rain

@vampirefaun’s fic Thousand Gold Come-And-Go Stew is the canonical Hua Cheng memory loss extra to me so go read it if you haven’t already! I’ve wanted to make fanart of it for a while, and even did a sketch in August (below the cut) but finally got around to it because of today’s prompt :)

the sketch i made in august ↓. the colors on this were already pretty harmonized so i colormapped them a little bit more to use as a palette for my final drawing.

#i am excited for a translation of the new hua cheng amnesia extra but this fic is excellent!! #to paraphrase the ghost king’s birthday extra: #when it comes to the person you love #you naturally want to give them the best. but you cant help but think that sometimes you’re not good enough #this fic has a similar theme to that extra! ^^ #besides the heartbreak its also hilarious and it earns its E rating spectacularly so i highly recommend it #i really enjoyed drawing them as wet rats 😭 #they are literally and metaphorically sopping wet in this scene #sometimes youve gotta drop your blorbo into the dunk tank #tgcf #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #art #tian guan ci fu #mxtx #my art #hob #heaven official's blessing #fic fanart #comic #mxtxtober #mxtxtober2023

[steddieunderdogfics]

Boltedfruit's "Simple Biology" is another favorite steddie omegaverse fic of mine and it has the cutest premise of Steve and Eddie raising a flour sack baby together for heath class and falling in love over it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50188126/chapters/126752176

Simple Biology by boltedfruit

@boltedfruit

Rating: Explicit

28,467 words, 8/8 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - College/University, flour bag baby, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Rituals, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Breeding Kink, Falling In Love, Scenting, Scent Kink, Scent Marking, more tags to be added with each chapter, growling/purring/trilling, Dominance, lightly - Freeform, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, also roommates, Steve Harrington-centric, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Is a Mess, Period-Typical Sexism, Virgin Eddie Munson, Alpha/Omega

Summary:

Steve's first real college assignment is to take care of a flour bag baby. With his class partner Eddie Munson, who happens to be an alpha. - Then Eddie snaps his jaw at the other alpha, the sound of teeth hitting teeth ringing between Steve’s ears. And from his vantage point, he swears he sees Eddie’s eyes flash red. The other alpha's hands slowly unwind from Eddie’s vest. Eddie bears down until the other cowers. It's subtle. A tilt of his head in deference. Eddie’s won. Steve’s mouth waters.

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