Ugh The Fics With The Visored/Ichigo Having Strong Hollow Instincts Are Fabulous. Also Kisuke Having

What if: the Gotei 13 offers Ichigo the creation and captaincy of the Fourteenth Division?

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Notes: Literally no plot happens here whoops.

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Just thinking about Dick freaking out over losing his title of best uncle to Jason.

Dick showing up to take Lian out and give Roy a break only to hear she's having a fun day with Jason

Dick walking into the room with the toy he knows Lian really wanted, only to find out Jason got it for her first.

Dick showing up to game night at Roy's only to find Jason already there.

Just Dick getting increasingly frustrated and his rival Jason having no clue well the the rest watch on in humor and exasperation. Roy finds the who thing hilarious.

Picturing it all coming to a head when Dick is babysitting Lian and she shows him a new photo they put up. Dick all dejectivly being like, "look, it's you and your favorite uncle."

The pure shock and joy he feels when Lian tells him he wrong and her favorite uncle is "you uncle Dickie, duh!"

The door opening and Lian shouting "Papa!" As dick turns to excitedly tell Roy what Lian said only to see it's Jason who's holding Lian.

Dick just bluescreening.

What if: Both Ichigo and Urahara were booted back in time in the Swinging Pendulum universe?

Notes: Idk if I’ll continue this later (once those later SP canon parts are written). But I was in an UraIchi mood, and I’ve been trying to write some more of SP so here’s hoping this helps me get past that writer’s block.

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for your SP au if u have time, how about a scene with injured/close to death!ichigo and kisuke losing it big time? idk i just feel like in this universe where even tho they're surrounded by people they know, theres also a sense of them only having each other, and after everything theyve been thru, one of them facing the possibility of losing the other could be rly trauamtizing.

Uhhhh… okay. Wow, alright, let’s see…

This takes place sometime far into the future. Well, not that far but like at least a couple years after the convo with Kaien and Shinji I guess?

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those pirates are doing anything except for going for one piece

Robin!Jason, who constantly references different books at random times by quoting them and joking about characters, except Bruce doesn't have much time to read everything that Jason goes through. Of course, he understands some nods towards classics, but Jason is an avid reader, so it is hard to keep up with him sometimes. Jason tries to drag him to watch some movie adaptations, but he falls asleep in the very beginning of it.

And then Jason dies.

Bruce goes through all his library obsessively to the point he remembers the page of every little bookmark Jason left, and he knows his little notes on the margins by the heart. He watches movie adaptations, too, even though Jason only ever watched it to hate on them. He finds new books, books he thinks Jason would like if he was alive, and reads them, imagining what kind of analysis would Jason finalise by the end of it; his opinion not always matches with Jason's, but that doesn't matter. Bruce just likes to imagine.

Years pass, and Jason returns to Gotham. Not as a boy Bruce missed so much. Or, at least, he thinks so.

But then Jason does some bitter, irritated reference, comparing them to characters of one of the books he had on his shelf, and Bruce catches himself thinking... well, they still think similarly, but the conclusion they drew had always differed from each other. It is a different situation, of course, but... but maybe he could try to make this work.

Because, if anything, Bruce is tired of imagining. Especially, not when he finally has a chance to get everything back.

On the next day after their fight, someone sends Jason a copy of a new book from his favourite author - the one that he still hadn't read - his old set of colourful bookmarks, and a little note.

Let me know what you think.

Bruce gets the book back in a week, full of frantic notes, a bunch of bookmarks, and a short note explaining what each colour means (a mystery he didn't resolve years ago, after he passed away).

And, oh, God. He completely forgot how fast Jason read sometimes.

Out of curiosity, and because you've mentioned it before: how do you think a friendship between ichigo and aizen would go down? *tosses in a time travel bit, just in case, because why not?*

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Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. In general, I’m not a huge fan of Ichigo & Aizen interaction unless Aizen’s just there to fill the enemy role. It’s not like I hate it, it’s just I’m usually not interested in it.

But.

Let’s say Yhwach wins. Soul Society is destroyed. Most people are dead. All that good-bad stuff. Ichigo gets sent back. Along with Aizen. They’re basically the only two powerhouses left, and SK figures if anyone can stop his son, it’s these two with all the knowledge and experience they have against Yhwach. And also if anyone can keep Aizen in check without literally locking him up, it would be Ichigo.

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Hello, I just discovered your blog and I wanted to say I love your writing!! I was wondering if you have any sub!steve headcanons you would like to share? :D

i'm not always great at thinking up cohesive headcanons, so take a little fic where bucky fucks steve straight into subspace!

NSFW 18+

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“Oh, fu-uck…”

Bucky’s tongue is rough against Steve as he grips the sheets hard beneath him, ass canted up and cheek pressed into the soft linen pillows. His cock is curving up towards his belly, red and straining and spent, leaking with the remnants of his last release. He isn’t sure how long they’ve been at this-- Bucky taking him apart with his tongue and fingers, drawing pleasure out of his very core and guiding him to a comforting, suspended place he can’t seem to find anywhere else. There aren’t many places that are quiet for him these days, but underneath Bucky’s gentle touch, the world dampens out.

Bucky hums and the vibrations send a jolt through Steve, gasping as his tongue curves and digs deeper into him.

“Christ, Buck, I--” he cuts off with a strangled groan as one of Bucky’s fingers slip in alongside his tongue, crooking outwards and spreading him open as he pulls away.

Bucky hushes him when he whines at the loss, a gentle hand resting between his shoulder blades.

“I’m going to fuck you now, alright?” Bucky asks, his voice low even though he sounds just as wrecked as Steve feels.

Desperate, Steve nods. “How d’you want me?”

There’s a moment of silence as Bucky seems to think, then the hand between his shoulder blades dips to his waist.

“On your back,” Bucky says, then he’s urging him to roll over and Steve is pliant under his touch.

His legs spread automatically, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches Bucky drink him in hungrily.

“So pretty,” Bucky murmurs, reaching out to brush some of Steve’s sweaty hair off his forehead. His fingers trail down over his temples, across his cheek, making Steve shiver as he latches onto his gaze. Commanding and gentle in equal measure. A thumb brushes over his lips-- metal-- and he nips softly. “Good boy.”

The praise goes straight to Steve’s core and-- oh. They don’t always do this. It feels sacred, still. New territory. Slipping into these roles where Steve lets go of the wheel for a few wonderful moments. But Bucky’s words are already seeping into the crevices of his mind, drawing out any residual stress and pushing him towards the edge.

Bucky’s hand is still moving, down his jaw and across his collarbone, before coming to a stop on his neck. Steve’s eyes widen, lips parting, and Bucky’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky asks. “I was wondering if you’d like this.” He increases the pressure of his hold marginally and Steve whines, head tilting back and hips canting up. It’s exhilarating-- dangerous. His heart pounds and he wants. He wants so goddamn bad.

“Please,” he whimpers, and Bucky lets go, soothing his disappointment with a kiss.

“Just gotta get myself ready,” Bucky mutters against his lips. “Won’t be a minute.”

It’s almost Pavlovian the way the cap of the lube opening makes Steve’s legs spread wider, hole fluttering around nothing. He whines a little more insistently, and Bucky hushes him again, slicking up his cock and reaching down to finish prepping Steve as well. A moment later, he’s hitching Steve’s legs over his shoulders, taking his strong thighs around his neck and pushing in.

Bucky’s fingers are incredible-- his tongue even better. But Steve is certain there’s nothing as fulfilling as his cock, thick and heavy as it pushes past that tight ring of muscle. They’re both breathing heavily, soft whines sounding adjacent to Bucky’s low grunts as he bottoms out. There’s a moment of stillness as they adjust to the sensation, as familiar as it is.

Then, Bucky growls, and Steve’s eyes roll back as he starts to thrust into him.

He lets himself go, the world around him going wholly mute as everything zeroes into the place where he and Bucky are joined together. He scrabbles for purchase on Bucky’s biceps, shoulders, back-- but it’s no use as Bucky takes his hands and pins them over his head.

“Stay still,” he says, and Steve is helpless but to listen, going limp as Bucky fucks him harder, his other hand going back to his neck and--

Oh god. Oh god. It’s so much more thrilling in the moment. Held down where Bucky’s pinning him, knowing that his safety is quite literally in his hands, but trusting him with the very bones of his being. Bucky won’t hurt him. Bucky has control.

And it’s that notion alone that has Steve stepping off the ledge, his body free falling into open air before drifting higher, higher, higher--

He comes with a cry, thighs tensing around Bucky’s neck as his release paints his chest. It isn’t long before Bucky follows, groaning low and long as his cock pumps inside Steve. There’s a distant sensation of come seeping out of his ass, but Steve could care less. He feels like he could live inside Bucky-- take refuge in his very soul.

Static fills his mind, and it takes a few minutes for the world to come into focus as Bucky pulls out, catching his release with a towel they keep on hand and gently cleaning them up. The care only does more to push Steve further out of his mind. Higher. Lighter. He could be floating, he thinks. He could be floating over his goddamn body and it feels so good.

He blinks and Bucky is hovering over him, eyes soft and concerned.

“You with me?” he asks. It sounds like his voice is being fed through a shoddy speaker.

Steve smiles, reaching for him. Bucky obliges, taking him into his arms and rolling them over. Pillowing his head on Bucky’s chest, Steve hums in content.

“Are you feeling floaty?” Bucky asks, lips brushing Steve’s ear. It was the way Steve had described the feeling the first time they’d found this space between them and he nods. “Mmm, fucked you straight into subspace, didn’t I?”

“You knew what you were doing,” Steve slurs. “Jerk.”

Bucky laughs, his chest shaking against Steve’s ear. It makes Steve smile wider.

“What,” Bucky teases. “Can’t enjoy my fella when he’s all soft for me?”

Steve scowls. “Never said that.”

Bucky snugs him closer, browsing his nose over his brow.

“That’s what I thought,” he pauses, kissing his temple. “Mine.”

Steve lets his eyes drift shut, hand resting over Bucky’s heart. Instinctively, he listens for his heartbeat. It’s strong. Steady. Sure.

“Yours.”

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thanks for reading, y'all!

hey i’m the a/b/o nonnie from the first two posts about your amazing works❤️ and i gotta say again your virgin!omega!Steve and alpha!Bucky ficlet gave me life! and bc you wrote it❤️ it’s probably my fave trope now😉 and if you could do a continuation from that first hot ficlet🥵🥵👌 that would be great!

Hello again! I know this ask is pretty old but it’s been sitting in my drafts and I did want to answer it!

So I’ve mentioned in the past that neither @howdoyousleep3 or I would be writing any continuations of that ‘verse (if we ever decide to, which I don’t think we will) until after we take care of some of our WIPs. However, I have thought about how the rest of that heat might go! (Spoilers: it’s a Trope Bomb just like everything else about this pairing, lol).

It lasts about 3 or 4 days total (shorter than Steve’s usual heats because he’s finally got a partner to sate them), and I think they’re both disappointed when it’s over. 

But man, is it something else while it’s happening. Hormonally speaking, that first time they fuck in ‘Take You With Me’ is obviously really early in Steve’s heat and while it’s definitely wonderful and pleasurable and emotional, I think that it isn’t even half of the feral-brained intensity that comes later...

Steve becomes less and less coherent as his heat reaches its peak. It worries Bucky at first because it’s been a long time since he’s been with an omega in heat and he’s never been with Steve when he’s in heat at all, but his most basic alpha instincts tell him that this is okay and that he already knows how to best take care of Steve. So he does.

Steve is sweaty and wet between his thighs pretty much constantly but there’s nothing Bucky can do about the mess other than carry him into the bath, soak there with him and shampoo his hair and fuck Steve to orgasm underwater with his fingers when Steve’s whines get too needy, whispering into his ear about how perfect he is, how “pretty you’re gonna be with my babies in you, gonna look so sweet.” 

He tries one (1) time to change the sheets but Steve all but growls at him, so he doesn’t do that after all. They writhe and fuck and sleep in their own scents and come for four days because that’s what Steve wants, what makes Steve feel right. It’s perfect.

Sometimes it’s difficult to make sure Steve is getting enough food and hydration but Bucky makes it a priority. He has to bribe Steve sometimes. Steve will wake up from a short nap (he can never sleep for very long before he needs it again) and crawl onto Bucky, try to sit on his cock and ride him and coax another knot out of him but Bucky will have to stop him, keep his hips still and hold his jaw and push their foreheads together and tell him, “yeah, sweetheart, yeah you can have it, know you need it-- but you need to give me somethin’ else too, first, yeah? Will you do that? Will you let me take you into the kitchen and show me how good you are, eat somethin’ for your alpha?” and it takes a good three or four minutes of that kind of sweet talk and sometimes Bucky has to take a cheap shot with “might be eating for two already, right sugar?” but it always ends in Steve ready to please Bucky how ever he can, even if it’s by eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

Bucky knows he’s going to wait until Steve’s next heat to bite him and bond him but it is sweet torture to keep himself from doing that every time his face is pressed into Steve’s neck while he knots him, while he fills him up. He compromises with himself by sucking and biting stark purple marks into the crook of Steve’s neck and shoulder. It makes Steve just as happy as Bucky to see them there, and even though they don’t last long because of the serum Steve is always running back to Bucky a little bit extra distressed whenever he sees them fading in the mirror, and Bucky knows what the problem is every time even though Steve can’t always get words out. He gets Steve on his back on the bed and cages him in with his body and shushes him, coos into his ear, tells him he’s “gonna knot you again, mark you up even better this time, make it darker, bigger, make it so everyone knows what I did to my omega.”

He can tell it’s almost over when Steve starts sleeping longer, his scent starting to mellow out a little. He still wakes up whimpering and wanting it, nosing into Bucky’s armpit and seeking out where his scent is strongest, but he’s not as crazy with need when Bucky starts touching him so that means that Bucky can take things more slowly again. Steve doesn’t really need opening up anymore-- his wet hole easily giving to Bucky’s cock from his heat and from days of getting fucked-- but Bucky savors the opportunity to finger him anyways. On the last day Steve is calm enough that he can focus on the other things he wants and not just a knot, like getting his mouth around Bucky’s cock again. 

Right before they fall asleep the final night of the heat Steve convinces Bucky to come in his mouth. Bucky teaches Steve how to tighten his fist around Bucky’s knot he comes and Steve does a perfect job, but Bucky doesn’t expect it when Steve purposely pulls off halfway through his orgasm to let the jets of white land all over his face and neck, and Bucky fucking howls at the sight of it. 

God himself couldn’t stop Bucky from pinning Steve to the bed afterwards and rubbing his come into every pore of Steve’s flushed skin.

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Could you do KoyoIchi (Swinging Pendulum), please? C: I have fallen in love with this ship ever since you posted those short one-shots (or whatever they are called) a while ago.

Hmm you didn’t include an AU and I’ve already done a KoyoIchi SP AU in the last batch, there’s not much else I can write for that I think. So how about KoyoIchi post-canon AU instead, where Ichigo’s human body gives out after the Quincy War, so he ends up splitting his time between SS and the Human world afterwards.

Edit: omg wtf did i do i went off i’m sorry this ended up semi-background pre-relationship KoyoIchi + like a dozen unrelated headcanons thrown in it’s a mess fml

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