a lil weird

20/he

[heartstakes]

20 ☘︎ he ☘︎ AO3 | #lark's writing/#txt

MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. ai users (especially c.ai) will be blocked. any manner of bigot will be blocked.

i am a butch lesbian. majority of posts are written for a chubby/fat reader. i write transmasc and transfem readers too. any advice/constructive criticism is welcome, especially regarding transfem readers and anyone who has any concerns about the inclusivity in my writing.

things to expect -> INCEST/STEPCEST, crossdressing, breeding/pregnancy, and general dark content. anons -> 🐇 SFW is marked with ⋆˙⟡♡.

UNICORN AU . . . poly141/reader

GENERAL CONCEPT / ⋆˙⟡♡ - 141/gn!reader - no warnings (?)

MEETING GHOST - ghost/gn!reader - implied ghost/gaz/soap - description of corpses, stalking, drugging, kidnapping

OMEGAVERSE . . . poly141/reader

REACTIVE / ⋆˙⟡♡ - omega!soap/beta!reader/alpha!gaz - no warnings (?)

BRAVE LITTLE ALPHA / ⋆˙⟡♡ - alpha!ghost/alpha!reader - implied poly141 - no warnings (?) INCEST/STEPCEST . . . LIKE A FAMILY - poly141/fem!reader - dub-con

09 SOAP/2023 PRICE - fem!reader - dub-con/non-con - emotional manipulation

MISCELLANEOUS . . . DRUNK SEX W/ SOAP - soap/gn!reader - no warnings KISSING W/ GAZ / ⋆˙⟡♡ - gaz/gn!reader - no warnings

TRANS SOAP - soap/ghost - no warnings

PEGGING - roach/gn!reader - consensual to dubious - light choking and death threats

FEM!SOAP - concept LAZY SEX - soap/gn!reader - somno

CARDIOLOGIST - ghostgaz/fem!reader - dub-con/non-con - manipulation

PERIOD SEX - soap/gn!reader - no warnings (?)

[heartstakes]

might use this blog to post a few peacemaker related things or whatever

[djo]

PEACEMAKER 2.06: Ignorance Is Chris

[meirimerens]

you're telling me this guy's a bouncer? huh... and what does he bounce on, if you don't mind me asking...?

[quarterlifekitty]

When everyone sees you coming down the stairs, walking up to the poker table, rubbing your eyes and tugging on Nikolai’s sleeve, quietly asking “why aren’t you in bed, kolya?” They know to start getting their coats on because Nik is immediately going to kick everyone out so he can be his wife’s teddy bear like sorry everyone there’s a FUCKING emergency

[stellewriites]

i have nothing to contribute to the butch simon festivities today, i just wanna say that i love my girlfriend-husband

husband you say……..

as if he wouldn’t take that joking nickname to heart and pop out to the local jewellers ‘round the corner while you’re in the shower, rip open the flimsy curtain not even ten mins later and shush your surprised yelp with an impatient wave of his hand, the other outstretched towards you but just skimming the edge of the water spray,

“wanna make it official then?”

[ghouljams]

You walk past a man in a miniskirt standing in someone's front yard on your way to your usual coffee spot. You eye the fabric that barely covers his ass and wonder if he's keeping his dignity intact as well. He's holding a bundle of fabric and yelling up at one of the apartment building's balconies. You glance up to see a rather perturbed looking woman, pretty but angry, throw a leather belt down at him. It lands in the grass in front of him and... you should have looked away before the man bent down to pick it up, because you get an eyeful of heavy balls and a not quite soft cock as the miniskirt rides up his hips. He swears red-faced up at the woman and shakes the belt in her direction. You tug an earbud out to ask: "Hey man, are you, like, good?"

"Ahm no, some fuckin' witch is stealin' mah-" he turns to face you and immediately changes his tune, "oh aye, yah are a bonnie thing yerself, how about I-"

You plug your earbud back into your ear and hustle to continue your walk to the cafe praying they won't let in the dog that follows after you.

[basementcoffee]

you've never been good with turbulence.

it's not the easy sway of a wide-body jet, but the vicious kicks of something this small—this rattling wasp of a plane, where you swear you feel the wind leaking in and the engines whining. every drop is a trapdoor opening under your stomach, yanking it up into your throat, and you press yourself against the window as if you could weld yourself to it. your jaw tight, teeth harsh on your tongue to strangle the pathetic little noises threatening to escape. no way you're going to make a fool of yourself in front of your fellow passengers, oblivious to your struggle.

least of all the man next to you.

not that he's paying attention. he fell asleep the second the wheels left the runway. slouched deep, knees spread wide, eyelids shut tight above his mask. his breathing and posture don't change when the plane lurches.

another big dip, and your nails bite half-moons into your palms. you shut your eyes. a second later, something taps your knee.

you jolt and look over. his hand is there, palm up, waiting. his eyes are still closed, his body still slightly slumped. the skin is rough, somewhat sun-damaged. tiny scars scatter across the back of it. another bump and you latch on before you can think, and the warmth of his palm and fingers automatically lacing with yours surprises you.

it feels childish. needy.

but his thumb strokes once, twice, over and over again slow across your knuckles, and you let yourself breathe.

you come uncoiled bit by bit, shoulders sinking, peeling from the window. his leg shifts, spreads even wider, knee pressed firm against yours. what would've felt invasive five minutes ago now feels like a brace holding you together.

the plane lands clean, smooth, the kind of landing that deserves applause. (no one does, thank god.)

and he doesn't let go.

you wiggle your hand, try for polite, no-pressure withdrawal. murmur a thank you with a nervous laugh. his grip tightens. just a hair.

a quick glance to the front—only one flight attendant on this tiny puddle-jumper, but she's swallowed by the churn of passengers fighting to get off. you part your lips to say something—anything—but the words stick to the roof of your mouth.

he rouses, straightening up in his seat and cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders like a bear coming out of hibernation. his eyes blink open, dark brown, and settle on you, crinkling at the corners as he squeezes.

with his free hand, he draws your hood back behind your ear and leans in. the mask brushes your ear.

"in a rush? didn't feel a ring on that finger."

[heartstakes]

oh shit 100 followers hello

[infectiouspiss]

owww your problematic fetish just bit me dude now i'm gonna be into it

[natequarter]

sorry, i thought we all liked that fictional woman because she sucks

[mizushibart]

I Love Your Art. Please Draw Price Fatter.

you ask and you shall receive anon

[ghouljams]

Werewolve!Soap...

*evil laugh*

(tw noncon) you kick and scream against the clawed hand that cages you against the ground. twigs and pebbles dig into your knees, dirt presses its pattern into your cheek, your tears wet it cake mud to your face, you don't care. your legs ache with the exhaustion of running, you don't care. your throat hurts from screaming for help and you don't care.

because the big wolfish mass that had chased you down is pressing its snout to your cunt and sniffing you through your clothes, and suddenly being eaten feels like the least of your problems. so you kick in a desperate attempt to hit something you can't see and nearly shatter your ankle when it does actually hit something. the pain shoots up your leg like hot pokers, arcing through your knee and fizzling out when it reaches your thigh. it's a small distraction from the pointed tips of claws that dig into your ass and rip. blood dribbles warm from where they skate your skin and the sound of fabric ripping deafens you.

you just wanted to take a nice hike through the mountains with your friends, you weren't supposed to get separated, you weren't supposed to run into a monster.

"fuck me," the beast growls behind you, "been wantin' tae lick ya all day."

"what?" you sob. you don't know what its saying --didn't know monsters could talk-- and you're still trying to parse it when you feel the wet drag of its tongue over your exposed cunt.

its tongue is so long, big and flat and wet. it covers you in spit, slicking you from front to back in one agonizing motion. the wet drag of its nose makes you shiver, makes more tears tremble on your lashes. its maw opens wide against your cunt, teeth settling precariously above your clit as its tongue forces its way into you. you clench around the intrusion, a new heat pouring thick through your veins. your eyes roll, lips parting. the air is wet with the noise of your cunt when the beast finally rolls its tongue over your clit.

the soft moan that leaves you is laced with shame.

the best laughs. "aye, ah'll make it good fer ya, hen, dunna worry."

[yaoibattlepass]

A fetish can build character and morale

[553580]

i know in my heart that back at his manchester flophouse that ghost has a very very powerful sniper scope squirrelled away so he can peep on the soft, round girl who lives halfway across town in a fifteenth floor apartment, who thinks she's too high up to have to worry about closing her blinds

[his therapist had suggested taking up a hobby that he could pursue while on leave. ghost told him he's taken up 'birdwatching'.]

[heartstakes]

sorry i've been so inactive 😭 work and university have been kicking my ass

[heartstakes]

ill be honest i've also lost some interest in CoD and plan to write for other things

[heartstakes]

sorry i've been so inactive 😭 work and university have been kicking my ass

[heartstakes]

ill be honest i've also lost some interest in CoD and plan to write for other things