#iwrite

[artificialstardustgaea]

Tim: I'm 'Eagle One'.

Tim: Steph, your codename is 'Been There Done That'.

Tim: Jason, 'Currently Doing That'.

Tim: Dick, 'It Happened Once In A Dream'.

Tim: Damian, 'If I Had No Other Choices'.

Tim: Duke, your codename is, 'Eagle Two.'

Duke: Thank God.

BONUS

Tim: *as Bruce is settling in* 'I'd be Lying if I Hadn't Thought About It' is in position.

[rottenrottweiler]

what are your thoughts on innocent and/or oblivious Peter? Tony's dirty brain just constantly going ineedtofuckhimineedtofuckhimineedtofuckhim. meanwhile Peter is just chilling. Tony standing too close behind him, touching his leg oddly high in a "friendly" gesture, smelling him, wrapping his arm around his waist. Tony is practically edging himself with all the almost erotic touching and is so close to snapping but Peter doesn't even register it as sexual or weird for his boss who's 30 years older than him to be so close all the time. Tony with a raging boner while Peter just does math homework

I looove a naive Peter, especially if yes 14. As a complete virgin that has never dated anyone or even had anyone actively pursue him, he has no idea how to read any of the sign that someone is sexually attracted to him. Especially if it's Mr. Stark. He would never in a million years think that Mr. Stark would be looking at like that.

But he gets all warm and fuzzy when Mr. Stark is close to him and he likes it. Mr. Stark makes him feel safe and comfortable and he's so grateful that the man even wants to be around him and invites him over to his lab all the time.

Tony completely takes advantage of Peter's innocence and trust, getting closer and touching more and more, noticing that Peter never pulls away or looks uncomfortable, noticing the way Peter gets flustered but he doesn't shy away and soon Peter is so comfortable that he unconsciously starts to stand close to Tony and touching him too. Tony's got the best jack off material now. Peter brushes up against him so often in the lab, and even in the car he sits right up against him, Tony doesn't even have to be that subtle anymore. He just wraps his arm around him and they keep talking casually, or puts a hand on his waist or on his thigh, squeezing and rubbing circles with his thumb, runs his hand through the boys hair and tugs it playfully, soon he goes further and smacks his ass. If anything, Peter feels like he's being treated like one of the guys, ya know. He's being treated like an adult! He's so happy Mr. Stark treats him like an equal, like a friend. Hahahah

[cosmic-blogs]

THE NEVERNESS OF HEALING.

.

In the heart break

Of petals,dropping

To the ground,

On the first day of

A jolly spring.

In the sounds of broken sighs,

Between jokes told by a friend.

In the breathlessness of pain

Behind a deep inhale

Of a perfume.

In the beating of two heart

Tied in an embrace.

In the stare of vacant eyes

Looking for a face.

In the abject absence of company,

Even when surrounded by smiles.

In the solo ness of grief

That sits like a cawing crow

Upon a hill.

In the basking of heat,

On a scorching summer day

In the barrenness of desert

Wishing for a tree.

Sits silently

The maze of healing

Waiting in the forest of pines.

I miss it

And so do you.

In the rush of every day

Sentences and crimes.

No one taught us,

The answer was

hidden between the

Unsaid lines.

.

.

..

.

[ipawzinhe]

The joys of hypnosis, making me go from flustered and flirty, to an obedient sub in love with your skin, obeying every and all commands, taking off my clothes, climbing on top of you and kissing you and hugging you and needing you and "wanna see me being mean to you?" yes yes yes yes y-

I hear a loud snapping sound, my lover had made a loud sound, I am here with her, my mind felt clear again "Look at yourself..." she said, and I didn't understand. Before I could share a funny response she clarified "Look at what I did to you! The state you're in" she smiled, that gorgeous grin of hers so full of love and mischief, I was completely naked on top of her, despite the very cold weather. So typical of her to want to rub it in, I started to laugh at the situation and-

Melting brain melting heart, she laughs at me while I'm falling apart, need her taste, need her face "is that how desperate you are? do you want me to fuck your brains into a fine paste?" I want it all, nodding turns to wobbling to bed, trapped underneath her its impossible to pretend, I cry and whimper and beg and beg and beg, I'm her favorite so of course she gives in, merciless inside of me. Her doll, her toy, her precious plaything, perfect for fucking, brainless and shiny and always available for the taking and forcing to take it, we could stay like this forever and I wouldn't even notice.

...Until we have to stop of course, and she gently brings me back to reality, giggling, she is soaked in sweat and I am full of her cum. Oh! To be two exhausted transgender lesbians, resting easy now, knowing that tomorrow it'll be even more fun.

[rrrawrf-writes]

whatever you want

“Just when you think you’d hit rock bottom.”

Winn flinched at Rembrandt’s voice, turning to glare at him over his shoulder. His eyes were overbright with tears, and he blinked, hard, to bring Rembrandt into focus.

He leaned against the door with a smirk, electric baton hanging from his wrist. Winn’s power latched onto it instinctively, tracking every slight movement that came from how Rembrandt adjusted himself.

“What do you want?” Winn demanded, his voice hoarse. Even though Rembrandt was a full six meters away, Winn still found himself taking a step back, unconsciously searching for a way out and away.

Rembrandt gave him a sly smile. “I just wanted to come see it for myself,” he said airily. “Come see all the hope disappear from your life.”

Winn blinked again, then gave in, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve. “Fuck off.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Rembrandt said. He tilted his head, watching Winn. “No one from the police, no one from the Liberty Guard, not even MI?”

Winn’s shoulders hunched up. Of everyone, he’d thought that at least Eli - but Winn had burned that bridge. He’d burned every bridge, turned every friend he’d ever had into an enemy, and now he had no one to help when he needed it most.

“Did you do this?” he asked Rembrandt. Winn glanced towards the window where Scorch had disappeared from, the fire escape probably still warm from his passing by. “Did you take her?”

“Miss Griffith? No.” Rembrandt shook his head, enjoying the dull look of defeat on Winn’s face. He wasn’t leaving, despite the fire escape being the easiest exit in the world for the thief. That only meant that Rembrandt had judged right. “Though if I’d known that was the surest way to get you to cooperate, I certainly would have considered it.”

“You’re an asshole,” Winn muttered, but for once, there was no bite to the words. 

“Maybe, but I’m the only asshole here with resources.” Rembrandt straightened up from the wall, prowling closer. Winn took half a step towards the open window, but nothing more than that, staring bleakly at the ground. “And not only resources, but contacts. Alliances. With the people that took her.” He stopped, within reach, and for once, Winn wasn’t running. He wasn’t fighting, or yelling, or taking a swing. He just stood there, eyes on the ground, shoulders slumped, the inevitability settling on him with the weight of certainty.

Rembrandt had him, and he hadn’t even needed to do anything.

“I can get her back, Winn,” Rembrandt said quietly. He tilted his head to one side, trying to get a better look at Winn’s face, at the tears on his cheeks that glinted in the night lights of the city that shone through the window. “But then she will be with me. She will still be in danger. She always will be, won’t she?”

Winn bit his tongue until he tasted blood. He didn’t reply, because they both knew what the answer was. Rhiannon would always be in danger, as long as she was here. As long as Winn was here. 

Rembrandt glanced out the window, enjoying the view for a while. For once, it was silent, and it was refreshing. No cursing, no demands, no crying or screaming or gunshots. “I wish you were like this more often,” Rembrandt remarked idly. He gave Winn a knife’s edge of a smile, and reached over. Winn tensed, but didn’t move, except for a flinch when Rembrandt settled his hand on Winn’s shoulder.

He only had to press down a little, and Winn’s knees hit the floor. Rembrant could have sung.

“This is the end of her year studying abroad, isn’t it?” Rembrandt asked conversationally, still watching the Boston nightlife. Winn nodded, numb as he stared at Rembrandt’s polished shoes. “When she goes home, she’ll be safe. I can make sure she’ll get there, and I can make sure she’ll stay safe. But that, of course, will take a trade.”

He looked down at Winn, unable to stop a smirk. Rembrandt stooped, just so he could curl his fingers around Winn’s jaw, forcing him to look up. His eyes were damp with tears. “What will you trade me, Winn?”

Winn stared at him, chest tight. He had a knife in his pocket. This close, he could probably slit Rembrandt’s throat before the other man had a chance. But then - Rhiannon would be gone. 

Forever.

His shoulders dropped. His hands curled in on themselves, and numbly, Winn said, “Whatever you want.”

Rembrandt smiled. Finally, he had him.

Whatever you want.

[icanbeyourero]

OK, tumblr I am back lol

It's been a while since I last opened this account and I posted something here.

This is the most recent poem I have written. If anyone happen to come across my account or this post, I hope you'll give it a like or a comment.

I wish to be active again in this account.

[interstellarmoons]

My Perfect Hologram (Not Meant To Be, But Thank You)

Recently hurt, lost, and afraid

I saw you standing over there

Appearing to come to my aid

Though seemingly part of a pair

“Just friends” I hoped to myself

So easy to talk and relate to

Like a rare read on a bookshelf

Perusing veins of each other’s bamboo

I though that you could be it

The other part of my cracked half

It was indeed her that you were with

But thank you, my perfect hologram

[al-ma-48]

Story in caption. Week 4 - Saci Perere (#creatuanary2023 day 27)

This week I report on another fascinating R&D project by the leading supplier to all the nastiest dungeon keepers in Almaos. This one actually had made it to some test market dungeons! Market research had forecast a vast market for a mischievous but not too aggressive creature for entry-level dungeons. By magically hybridizing a dark gnome, a garden gnome and the infamous one-legged flamingo, R&D created the saci perere, adorable small creatures with one leg, never to be seen without their pipe and a magical red cap. Yet, these annoying tricksters manifested an unrestrained appetite for mischief! Saci would miss no opportunity to play a nasty trick. Initial feedback from the test dungeons promised a huge success - dungeon keepers loved them! That intellectual inhibitions did not restrain their passion for playing tricks was by design and key to their success. Yet, it also proved their undoing as heroes learned to flood the dungeon with cheap, knotted strings. The saci’s craving for pranks compelled to them undo any knot, keeping them too busy to upset the heroes anymore. R&D tried to salvage the project by creating a string devouring slug, but they also ate essential parts of the dungeon infrastructure. In the end, the project had to be abandoned.

For more images and stories see @al-ma-48

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