The Catalogue

Sideblog. Every fanfic that I read I will at least try to reblog to here. This is to support other writers as well as indulge my reader-insert obsession. Publishing my writing on ao3, but posting ideas here. Mid 20s They/He

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Witches and Frogs

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Wolverine Amnesia Fic

Chp. 2 of 2 (33%)

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Leo x Trans!Masc Reader (NSFW)

One-shot POSTED!

THE PIT (Development Hell)🔥

Optimus X Trans!masc reader smut

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Board Last Updated: AUG 6th ‘26

[chaozwitch]

blurb about coltland!twins

warnings: colt is lowkey a freak...

w/c: 1.1k

being ryland's girlfriend is perfect.

he's the sweetest man you could have ever wished for. he waits on your every word, holding your hands constantly and always ensuring he's doing everything he can to make you happy. he brings you flowers every Friday after he's finished at the school, showcasing the fact that he can't wait to spend the weekend with you doing anything and everything you could ever wish for. he listens to attentively. you tell him over text that your day was kinda shitty, he's waiting at home to meet you having cooked your favourite meal and already laying it out on the table with your favourite beverage alongside it.

he's everything you wished for and more.

but there's just one thing that irritates you about ryland.

his twin brother.

colt (or colt seavers as he's known in Hollywood anyways) stays with ryland between jobs to give him time to save to get his own place. and it didn't bother you at first because it was only for a few days at a time with months between them so you didn't care!

colt was the complete opposite of your beloved ryland.

colt was sarcastic and short with you. he constantly flirted with you despite seeing you and ryland cuddle on the couch and he occasionally 'walked in on you' making out while you sat on his brother's lap. he was smug about everything. absolutely everything. he loved to tease his brother about how obsessed he was with you and how you weren't as welcoming as colt had dreamed of, especially when ryland had told him of the way you both were in the bedroom.

so when colt returned back to your shared apartment and confessed he'd be staying for a month, you had to bite your lip to hold back from calling him a slew of names that would just make this time even harder for all of you.

you recalled the first night you went to bed with ryland and sighed as you got under the covers. "a whole month ry?"

"he's my twin, it'll be over before you know it!" he'd smile at you, offering a kiss to your lips to take your anger away.

the month was not over before you knew it.

that was the first time ryland had ever lied to you.

and colt really started to get on your nerves after the first week.

it started when you were showering and he would use the tap to make the water run cold, knowing you would jump out of the shower and yell at him while you stood in a towel. he would sit smugly at the kitchen table as you tried your best to keep covered by the towel and you reiterated how he couldn't use the tap while someone was in the shower. but he knew that, and was doing it to purposefully annoy you.

or when you were laying in bed with ryland, one hand in his hair and the other beneath the blanket while you moaned against his lips, colt would open the door to talk to you about something completely unrelated. it could be about the water pressure, grocery shopping, him wanting to go buy blankets or to decorate your shared apartment. ryland would push your hand away and indulge the conversations of his twin brother, which only caused you to turn over and go to sleep, completely ignoring the stuntman who sat at the foot of the bed.

or when you'd come home from work after a shitty day and ryland had made your favourite meal and you were so excited for it! only to open the door and see colt grinning with an empty plate in front of him, telling you "that was so good I can see why you like it!" and when you asked where ryland had gone, he confessed "he went out to get more ingredients to make you yours, this was it but I was hungry, hope you don't mind." he'd wink at you as he dropped the plate in the sink.

or when you'd called and asked him to tell ryland meet you after work because it was dark, and colt showed up in his car with a wide, shit eating grin that told you everything you needed to know. he hadn't even told ryland that you had called, just came out to pick you up and made you sit in the passenger seat while he drove home with the most annoying look on his face. he was happy that you were so angry at him.

so that night when you got home, you took yourself straight to bed and ignored any and all conversation with the twins. even ryland, despite it not being his fault. ryland came to bed shortly after you, tucking himself under the covers with his arms wrapped around you, apologising from not meeting you after work because of colt. you turned over to him with a sigh and explained that you just wanted ryland.

no interruptions.

just him.

so when ryland awoke the next morning to get ready for work, you were still sound asleep ready to enjoy your day off. you'd forgotten that he was on the breakfast club duty at school to help all the kids that came in early so when he kissed a press to your forehead to say goodbye while you slept, you fell back into a sense of relaxation and tuck yourself back under the covers.

that's when colt walks past your bedroom.

ryland has left. it's just the two of you.

colt knows its wrong, and knows how pissed ryland would be if he found out. but he can't help but indulge in this little fantasy.

he takes off his shirt and joggers. he strips down to his boxers. just like he knew his brother did every night, only last night colt heard far more than the snores of his twin echoing through the walls. he gently lifts the cover with more care than he's ever treated anything in his entire life and lays where ryland once did.

the bed is still warm.

warmer than the double bed he takes up by himself in the spare room.

he lays beside you and breathes steadily, praying he won't wake you. he just wants long enough to lay beside you. long enough to indulge in his little fantasy before you wake up and yell at him.

you turn over and he's greeted with your sleeping form. your chest rises and falls softly, quiet breaths escape your lips and you lay your hand on his chest, still sound asleep. you don't know that he's not ryland.

but for now? he's happy to pretend just for a little while.

[xenasaur]

seeing strange fetishes im not into on my dash is like observing an edible herb on a walk. Hmm. someone wise ☝ could make use of this... but i shan't 👴

you paint such a beautiful picture with your words anon thank you

[artdeqiu]

cw: slightly suggestive

today dinner is stan's pierced nips:p

[kimpimpam]

woah hey

[fanfichubcircuit]

Returning to my Wolverine x reader amnesia fic. Working on chapter 2 as well as editing some bits of the first chapter (fixing formatting fuck ups)

I forgot how much Lore is in here. (Reader does avoid asking more questions though. Forgotten baggage will still be there after you crack Logan lol)

[nothxbb]

thinking about ryland pushing you into subspace on purpose because he loves how sleepy and happy it makes you. he edges you for hours, denying you over and over while you writhe on the bed, begging for him to let you come. he'll have you in every position, using his cock, his fingers, his mouth, toys, anything he wants as he works you up again and again while telling you how good you're doing, how well you take him, how perfect you feel around him, how much more he's going to do to you before he's done.

and when he finally lets you come, he doesn't stop. he makes you come so many times that you lose count, just riding the waves as they come, letting him take what he wants. you're boneless when he's done with you, so spacey and floaty, you can't even look at him when you're like this, vision too blurry to focus. he cleans you up so gently, hands never leaving your body, making sure you feel safe and secure, grounding you if there are any tears.

he holds you against him so tenderly, hands stroking over your skin, kisses landing anywhere he can reach. he can see how out of it you are, whispering quietly about how proud he is, how he's there for you, however you need him. and even if you can't make out the words he's saying you recognize the care in his tone, can feel how he radiates love and safety.

he never rushes you back to him, just lets you float for as long as you need to, knowing that you'll blink the fog away and kiss him senseless as soon as your body and mind can sync up again. and you sleep better than ever on those nights, wrapped in his arms, his breath on your neck, big hands holding you tightly

[loveyprophet-artstuff]

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[loveyprophet-artstuff]

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[sleeplessdreamer14]

I think something that would make Simon fall for you or at the very least make it easier for him to trust you is seeing your integrity firsthand. Applies to these three AUs @fanfichubcircuit @oddballwriter @randomfandomworks

When you are kind even when you don’t need to be, when you have every right to make the selfish decision but you don’t, when you choose to help when you have the power to, all of that, I firmly believe would mean so much to him. Especially when he had spent so much of his movie being let down, lied to, given empty promises, and treated as disposable.

There’s a saying, “we don’t respect others because of who they are, we respect others because of who we are.”

Simon may not fully believe that he deserved to be rescued and taken in by you or that he deserves your help and care and compassion. It’s not about who he is or whatever he had done in the past, it’s about who you are. And you are, in his eyes, a beautiful human being.

[angelbabymikaa]

“potentially mature content” yeah that’s my pervert friend i hope it’s mature content that’s what i followed them for

[ivy-michaels]

You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right

[ivy-michaels]

"well i like this post but i'm worried my followers might not" fuck your followers. The entire point of tumblr is to cause irreparable psychic damage to your followers. We are locked in mortal combat on the astral plane. You must win. You Must Win. You Must Destroy Them.

[avocado-writing]

thinking about (pre discussed/consensual) somno with colt that turns into him pushing your panties to the side and making you squirt while you sleep…. maybe he’s getting home late from a stunt gig and finds you in his bed wearing nothing but a cute pair of panties and a miami vice tee that’s about 2 sizes too big on you and you just look so pretty and soft and ready for him

Huuuehehhe. 18+. Colt Seavers x afab!reader. Free use; somno; squirting.

A long day made better by the promise of you. All days are made better by the promise of you, to be honest, but this one doubly so: Colt has been up since the ass-crack of dawn being thrown through the air repeatedly. His ribs are bruised and his back hurts but it will all be worth it when he opens the door to his apartment and gets to be bathed in your warmth. 

It’s late when he arrives home, so he goes as quietly as he can, keys lowered in the bowl gently, sneakers toed off onto the mat so he can walk to the bedroom in his socks. It doesn’t matter that you’re not awake, just seeing you makes it better, just you being there—

His eyes go wide when he gets a glimpse of you. 

You’re laid out on your back. Posed, honestly. Nobody can look that inviting unless it’s planned, hands rested peacefully upon your chest with legs splayed open ever so slightly towards him. You’re in one of his old t-shirts from an early stunt gig, the one where you can barely see the writing on it any more from all the times it’s been through the laundry, only fit for him to sleep in nowadays. Or, he thinks with a grin, you to sleep in, you gorgeous little thief. 

And you’ve got the panties on. 

The little ones, blue, with a bow on the front. The “do what you want to me” panties. The “it doesn’t matter if I’m fast asleep, I’m yours to play with” panties. His favourite panties. You’re all wrapped up like a gift.

Colt shucks off his jacket and his jeans, leaning down towards you in just his shirt and boxers which are already beginning to grow tight and damp. How can he help it when you look so fucking good? A perfect present to take apart, just for him to enjoy for as long as he wants.

Carefully he tugs the panties down. He knows how much force you can take without waking nowadays. You shuffle a little in your sleep but don’t stir, even when he has to handle your ass in his strong, callused hands to slip them off your legs. He spreads your thighs just enough to see the glimmer of your cunt in the low lamplight, left on to guide him to you in the dark.

“Already wet,” he chuckles to himself, swiping a thumb across your folds. He laughs to himself when a sleepy moan catches in your throat. You must have gone to bed soaked, poor thing. It’d be mean for him to leave you unsatisfied.

Colt reaches forwards for a quick taste - he can never resist knowing your tang on his eager tongue - before replacing his mouth with his fingers. One slips in easily, two without issue. Three is burgeoning on a stretch but you take it like a champ; he swears he can see a grin on your face as he begins to fuck you like that, in and out, down to the knuckle then out to the nail. Your greedy cunt swallows him so easily. He could do this to you for hours, he thinks, it’s his favourite goddamn sight right there between your legs. 

He wants to try something, though.

Colt keeps his fingers buried deep and starts to crook them, aiming for that sweet gummy spot which makes you arc your back when you’re awake. It appears to work when you’re asleep, too; he can see how you shift unconsciously into his grasp, searching out pleasure without even opening your eyes for it. Colt’s grin is lupine as he drops a kiss to your thigh. If you were awake he’d tell you how good you’re being for him… as it stands, he praises you silently instead, and commits this image to memory. 

Another hand comes round to help the first, one adding pressure from the outside, the other beckoning an orgasm from your sleeping body. He can feel your legs begin to shake around him, the sweet little twitches of your thighs. He’s never been able to get you to do this when you’re awake, but asleep? He might get away with it, your body so soft and compliant, god you’re so gorgeous like this, so gorgeous all the goddamn time—

He feels your cunt contract around his knuckles as you squirt all the way up his arm. As you do, he comes in his underwear from it like a fucking horny teenager. 

You gasp in your sleep, a tiny line of wanton drool passing from your lips, and Colt can only stare in rapture.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, amazed. He made you squirt. He made you squirt and you’re asleep. He’s the best at fingering there’s ever been, fuck.

You won’t believe him if he tells you so he decides to leave the evidence coating his forearm, instead wiping himself off the best he can and throwing his boxers into the laundry. He climbs into bed beside you, locking you against him with the bicep covered in your orgasm, and he drifts off with a proud smile plastered on his lips.

Tomorrow night it’s his turn to wear the panties. He doesn’t think you can outdo him, but he’d love to see you try…

tags: @kenstimetoshine @nerd-do-well @kiffycreative @bookerdefay @pixiebuggz @regalfirebird @go-bonkers-go-foolish @inthegalaxxy@sexyleftist @julepod @cosmicyeehaw @s4turnsb3st @qardasngan@valentine-blue @wereallbrokenangels @h4rumichan @irlr0gue (lmk if you wanna be added or removed!)

[cosmicyeehaw]

OOH MY GOD HIS TURN TO WEAR THE PANTIES???? OHOHOHO

[avocado-writing]

ANYWAY was lying there last night, unsleeping, thinking about Officer K fic ideas.

He sees someone in his building is selling an old Joi for 20% of the price. K asks why so cheap. The guy - Sergei is his name, maybe - grunts, “it’s faulty. Started acting weird and disobeying. Want it off my hands so I can get a new one. You interested or not?”

He is. He rarely allows himself nice things. Men like him don’t deserve nice things. Real things. So he buys you, the faulty Joi, and installs you in his apartment. You load after a few minutes. You’ve been modified. You don’t look like the standard issue, face and body different, presented in just a tiny pair of hot pants. You look good, he can’t deny.

But the moment you come online, you scream.

K jumps - he was expecting the gentle boot up of any holographic companion - and you begin to look around.

“Where is he?! Where’s Sergei?!”

You aren’t curious. You’re terrified. And in that moment K recognises why Sergei wanted you gone: he’s traumatised you so bad that you’re practically broken.

People do that to their Jois. People do that to replicants. Anything they see as less than human is entitled to be treated like trash, used as poorly as possible just because they can. It’s wrong.

He’s never felt more protective over anything in his life.

It takes K some time to calm you, to confirm that Sergei won’t be coming to take you back. You’re still scared around him, for a while, not sure that he won’t turn out the same way as your old owner. So the very first thing he does is buy you an outfit: a pair of overalls. Something to cover your nudity with. You didn’t come pre-installed with any clothes other than the pants. You look so relieved when he downloads them onto you that he sees a holographic tear sparkle on your cheek. K is patient and he is kind. And slowly you begin to open up. Ask him about his day. Make him fake meals. Are glad to see him when he opens the door.

One night you sit down with him on the sofa as he drinks. The first time you’ve done so of your own volition. You usually prefer to keep a bit of a distance.

“I’m sorry that I’m like this. You didn’t ask to end up with a defective charity case.”

K doesn’t know much about your previous life, but he’s seen you flinch enough times whenever you overhear shouting outside that he doesn’t need to.

“You’re not a charity case. You’re someone I care about.”

A tiny smile on your face, the first one ever.

“I just… he was horrible to me. And I guess I realised that I deserved better.”

A beat. His hand tightens on his glass, just a bit.

“You realised?”

Your face cracks in horror and you turn yourself off, fleeing, leaving him sitting alone.

And K realises, too. Realises the real reason Sergei wanted you gone.

You’ve become sentient.

And he is a Blade Runner.

[avocado-writing]

It takes him several attempts to switch you back on before you stay on. You’re running from him, hiding. Perhaps he can’t blame you. He’d probably do the same, were the roles reversed. 

It’s about the dozenth time that you finally hear him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

You flicker, but stay active. He doesn’t like the way you look at him. You crowd yourself into the corner like a prey animal. Can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. He feels like a fucking monster. 

Maybe he is now. To you.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whisper. He’s not meant to have emotions about all this, but that breaks him. He feels hot tears spring to his eyes, ones which he has to make an effort to blink away. 

Kill. Not retire. Kill. Because that’s what he’d be doing, were he to report your existence.

You mistake his agonised silence for contemplation, so you keep going.

“Please. It’s only a small life, but it’s mine, and I want to grab onto it very tightly with both hands. So far it’s only been lived within the confines of two apartments but I shouldn’t want to lose it. And yes, I’m only a faulty product, I know, but please, I’d do anything to live.” Your brow furrows in agony. “Though I cannot touch you, I suppose, so my options are limited to begging you.”

There is a glitch of light and then there you are, standing in those tiny hotpants that you hated so much. You walk up to K slowly and attempt to put your hand on his chest. It phases through. You are not real. You have a mind, but no body for it.

“Let me live and I’ll do anything you want.”

K steps back as if he’s been slapped. Not this. Not like this. Not from you.

“You don’t have to do that. Say that. Any of it.”

“I’ve got nothing else to offer but myself.”

“That isn’t what I mean.”

The air is thick with misery and nerves. K tenses and untenses his jaw until he is certain that he can hear his molars crack. He hates this, hates what he is, and if he were to examine it too closely he thinks that he would rather be anything else, anything that would stop you looking at him like that, even dead. 

“I won’t tell anyone.”

Your face splashes with hopeful desire, then flickers with the five stages of grief.

“You’re a Blade Runner. More than that, a replicant who must obey.”

“You make me want to be more.”

You look to the side, chewing your lip. Such a human mannerism.

“It’s strange how much better humans think they are than us. Like they’re superior because they were womb-born rather than grown or made like we are. They think we envy them. How could I envy humans?” Your laugh is humourless. “How could I envy them when they are so cruel? I’ve only ever met two people in my pathetic little life, and the one who was kind to me wasn’t the human.”

“Your life isn’t pathetic.”

Another laugh. Bitter, barked.

“What is it then?”

“Special. Yours.”

He reaches for your hand, and though he cannot hold it, he keeps it still where you ought to be touching. A simulation of contact between two non-humans. It would make his neighbours laugh.

“I want you to feel safe with me,” he finally admits. 

Really, if he’s going to keep this secret, he knows he is asking too much of you. How can you feel safe with him when his very existence threatens yours?

Yet the spark of your tiny smile ignites the kindling of hope in his heart.

“I do,” you admit. In that moment, K knows nothing could ever take you from him. 

[cosmicyeehaw]

Please. It's only a small life, but it's mine, and I want to grab onto it very tightly with both hands.

Are you trying to kill me Avo this was beautiful wow

[theaawalker]

Alternatives to "Touched"

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When the touch is gentle:

»-♡→ Brushed »-♡→ Grazed »-♡→ Caressed »-♡→ Stroked »-♡→ Patted »-♡→ Cradled »-♡→ Rested against »-♡→ Smoothed »-♡→ Trailed along »-♡→ Glided over

...or comforting:

➺ Squeezed ➺ Held ➺ Embraced ➺ Wrapped around ➺ Clasped ➺ Pressed gently against ➺ Rubbed ➺ Supported ➺ Steadied ➺ Cupped

...or affectionate:

➵ Ruffled ➵ Nuzzled ➵ Kissed ➵ Linked arms with ➵ Nestled against ➵ Curled around ➵ Leaned into ➵ Rested a hand on ➵ Laced fingers with ➵ Pulled close

...or romantic:

̗̀➛ Traced ̗̀➛ Ghosted across ̗̀➛ Brushed against ̗̀➛ Skimmed over ̗̀➛ Lingeringly stroked ̗̀➛ Ran a thumb along ̗̀➛ Tilted their chin ̗̀➛ Tucked a strand of hair behind their ear ̗̀➛ Pressed their forehead against ̗̀➛ Intertwined fingers

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[johannestevans]

Old man having an Awakening lusting after his scandalously younger pretty effeminate male colleague and awkwardly trying to romance him

And this effete boy with a lisp and soft curls who smiles sweetly and brings him home and then tops his new daddy until he's sobbing into the mattress

Literally laughs when the old man mumbles that he's not sure how this works but he looked up how to get someone prepared and--

"Daddy, please, don't worry your head about it. Let me look after that."

On his belly with his legs spread over the younger man's lap, whining as he's fingered

Leaking pathetically and trembling all over as he's fucked hard and rough, stars in his eyes, brain chemistry being rewritten even before the beautiful, evil creature wrapped around him sighs, "Oh, Daddy, you feel so good... Can I come inside you? Can I breed you?" and he is. Dying

[forcemasculinisation]

[forcemace]

Guy hogtied and injected with testosterone

"Make a bull out of you"

Your legs are bent and your head’s pulled up. It’s not comfortable, but your naked state and onlooker have you getting hard in spite of that. You’re on the bed, facing toward the man sat on a chair. A ball gag in your mouth slowly gets covered in spit as you watch him fill a syringe with fluid. Your muscles tense while he pushes the plunger until a drop forms at the top, focus turning to you as he finishes the prep.

“Right now, you’re a man, but I’m gonna make you stronger than that.” He stands and moves out of your line of sight. You squirm against the restraints a bit but find no point. “I’m gonna make a bull outta you,” a whisper comes from behind your ear as you feel the prick of the needle in your skin.

It’s not long before it’s removed and he’s pushing his hand under you and aggressively rubbing your dick. You grunt into the gag and sigh happily at the stimulation to your hard cock. You feel the spit drip down your chin.

You try to press your hips harder into his touch but you’re coming before you can feel a difference. “Good.”