#doing whatever the fuck I want anytime in my own pace

[arcvlies]

''well.. didn't know you were home.. now.''

cw: saturo gojo x reader. perverted gojo, pet names, masturbation, prasising, degradation, raw sex, creampie, mating press, daddy kink, mention on wanting discipline.

pent up! gojo who can't contain his lust once he comes home from his daily run. because he sees framed photo of you on the tv stand. gojo quickly made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom palming his cock that was begging to be taken out of his tight sweatpants.

he's been denying having sex with you because of his own protests about seeing how long he can go without having sex. before this you and gojo had intercourse anytime you both had nothing to do, which was nearly always. but, he couldn't take it any longer. it was only two days since he began his protests.

gojo's head was fogged with sexual images of you bent over the bed, on your knees in front of him, and whatever else his dirty mind could've thought of. he couldn't take it anymore. he would do this secretly and act like he was a big champ.

his cock was straining against his sweatpants before he pulled out his long veiny cock. he threw himself against the bed, his tip is slightly red, his veins pulsing in his cock as he pumped it.

his face now pink and his teeth tearing into his lip, pumping his cock faster imaging it was your pussy clentching around him. his chest rising up and down with every quick pump of his flushed cock. a whisper of curses is slipped out of his pretty mouth, throwing his head back against the newly covered pillows.

gojo looked down, letting go of his cock, letting spit dribble onto his hand before going right back to massage it in. he can’t help but feel like a filthy pervert thinking of you this way. ''oh please baby..'' he groaned lettin his mouth fall open. gojo was so so so close to cumming on himself.

''sat?'' you called out leaning against the bathroom doorway. you had always been there, just showering until then. all you were in was a small white towel that was wrapped around your abdomen up to your chest. your thigh was crossed over the other as you looked him in his diamond blue eyes.

gojo quickly stopped, body still as his wide eyes land on your figure standing in the bathroom. ''baby- haha,'' he nervously laughed unfreezing. ''oh, didn't know you were.. home.. now.'' he added his gaze adverting from yours. ''need some help?''

“gojo!...” you moaned out, feeling your hole stretch as gojo's tip entered you. “damnit…your tighter than before..” he bit into his blood red lip, pushing further, feeling your walls wrap around his pulsing cock. “good- damnit.. lookin' so gorgeous like this..” he leans down, burying his face into the creak of your neck. you run your hands through his messy white hair, brushing the hair strands off of his face.

“iv'e.. i've wanted,” he mumbled, “to fuck you all wee- fuck...” he chuckled. “i'm such a fucking idiot.. next time i do something stupid, disciple me..” he bit into your neck. “yes- daddy.” you let a light moan slip out of your wide open mouth, his quick strokes making your cunt twitch.

his hands glided all over your body, tracing your spine as he thrusts, making your arch your back. “you're so big.” your moan turned into a chuckle as you cup his cheek, he presses your hand futher into his face.

he found that spot that makes your mind all hazy, his hips thrusting in a quick pace. “that's it…take this dick, slut..” he fucked a bit harder with a large smile on his face. the face you had on currently hasn't been seen by anybody else before. .

“just like that baby, fuck–” you cried out, his relentless pounding sending shocks throughout your body from your toes up to your head. your abdomen started to tingle, feeling your stomach untie.

“yeah, like that, yeah?” he had a smug expression on his face, watching your legs shake. “go on, scream my name baby..” he rasped, “gojo! fuck!” you clawed into his back.

he pulled his head away from the creak of his neck, attacking your face with sloppy kisses. your lipstick was all smeared on your face and his. “c-cumming!” you squealed and he groans, pulling out and resting his heavy cock on your abdomen.

you looked, seeing his tip exposed, leaking a trail of pre cum all over your abdomen. “come on gojo, i have plan bs in my drawer.” you complained, your legs wrapping around his torso. “should've said that way earlier.” he groaned, going back into your sopping cunt once more.

“good girl.” he hissed. you could feel every thick vein rubbing against your walls, you were still sensitive, very overstimulated. you clenched around his thick cock, feeling another orgasm quickly building up. “p-please gojo!” you whimpered, your walls gripping and sucking him tightly, his grip made you whine, he pulls your hips closer to him.

“god..f-fuck..you like this spot?” he chuckled, grabbing your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. “shit.. gonna cum-” you moaned. his thrusts sloppy, reaching deep inside. “oh my god! gojo faster like that!- i want that load deep inside me.” you cried out.

“i know.”

#gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo headcanons #satoru gojo #gojo saturo

[reflectuions]

CAUGHT ; sub!ajax petropolus & bestfriend!reader

summary: catching your bestfriend in the act on your bed, oh he looked so pretty begging for you. you finally got what you wanted.

warnings: this is pretty tame, ajax being sub, mentions of bodily fluids, afab reader, reader is so inlove w pleasing him and making him feel good!!!

a/n: not proofread!! if there’s any mistakes lmk plzzz also im so sorry i didn’t get to release this sooner! ive been busy since it’s the holidays (MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE & MERRY CHRISTMAS IF U CELEBRATE ^o^) also i have press ons so its hard for me to write at my usual pace but i promise i’ll be writing more!

“didn’t expect you to be here. something up?” your gangly bestfriend stood in the frame of your dorm door. “no, no nothing’s wrong. xavier’s gone and i just came to hang out with you.. if that’s fine?”

“oh that’s fine ‘jaxy! m’ just about to shower though. you gonna stay?” your towel was wrapped against your body as you tried your best to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall. your tits were practically spilling out and it was even worse that the towel was a few inches too short.

the snake-haired boy nods quickly, swallowing- “yeah- i’ll just wait for you” god he thinks you don’t know. you watch his eyes scan down your body as he thinks you’re not looking. you’re fighting the smirk that pulls at your lips. you can sense how you make him feel, how your presence makes him nervous. it makes you feel excited, almost insatiable.

why couldn’t you take a fucking hint and see that he was suffering?

he was fed up with it, so fucking fed up. ever since he’s met you, couple months ago, he’d make up excuses to hang out with you, whether it be studying or wanting to get stoned, he’d find any reason to see you, be with you. anytime he was with you, you’d either be wearing the most tiniest skirts and shorts, thighs squeezing out the bottom and ass out, or your tits would be spilling out your top. he knew what these other guys thought and he didn’t like it. can’t you see he’s trying to be a good friend here?

of course you can. you’re just a fucking vixen who thinks it’s fun to tease him. he notices how you slightly grind against his thigh when you sit on his lap. he notices when you purposely wear the shortest skirts and shorts paired with the most sinful top when you both have “study sessions” together. he can’t help but jerk off to photos of you when you leave. it makes him dizzy just thinking about how pretty you are.

he’s only brought out of his own thoughts when he hears the sound of the shower starting. ajax’s mind began to race with thoughts of your body. his pretty cock had gotten erect and warmth took over his face. too much was taking over his head, poor baby.

ajax took out his aching cock and began to stroke it. he teased the slit of his tip, pretending as if you were the one who were doing it. his whines and whimpers were soft and quiet. he knew it wasn’t right to jerk off to his bestfriend knowing she’s in the shower and could come out any second but it felt so good, how could he not?

he breathes a quiet “fuck” into the empty room, strained and heartfelt and just for you. the snake-haired boy’s face was hot and flushed, eyebrows furrowed. his strokes had progressively gotten faster as he was getting close to cumming. little did he know, the shower had already stopped and you were standing there, waiting for your bestfriend to notice.

arousal pools between your legs as you watched for longer, hearing his soft voice speak of your name so shamelessly. you think it’s cute how stupid he must think you are. or maybe he doesn’t and he gets off on being known for being so pathetic. whatever it is, it makes you feel hot all over, like you’re doing something bad. ajax was too focused on his himself to even notice that the noise of the shower had stopped so you had decided to take matters into your own hands.

“look at you. pathetically calling out my name as you stroke your pretty cock,” his eyes shot open, humiliated that he was caught jerking off on his bestfriend’s bed. ajax stammered on his words, trying the best to explain himself as you walked towards him. how cute. “no need to explain ‘jaxy. i can help you if you need me that badly,” you giggled as you sat on his clothed lap, facing him. your arms were wrapped around his neck, towel barely holding together as if its life depended on it. “you looked so pretty with your eyes shut like that.”

ajax’s face had gotten even more hot and flushed if that were even possible. a small smile crept onto his face. “do you need help or not ‘jaxy?” he shamelessly nodded his head, eager to feel you on his cock.

you threw the towel, it landing someplace elsewhere in the dorm room. your tits were on display for your bestfriend. you smiled at how cute he looked. his pretty eyes had made contact with yours, you could’ve sworn you saw little hearts. his lips were then on yours, loving the feeling of your tongue dancing with his. your hands were wandering all over his chest, slowly moving closer to his cock. he would occasionally moan into the kiss the closer you got, sensitive as fuck. you needed some type of friction and began to grind against his thigh, beyond happy he still had his jeans on. as your hands were slowly stroking his cock, he needed more, craved for more. ajax began to buck his hips as his hands were sweetly caressing your cheek.

you pulled away, gasping for air. “you're so cute," you coo, running a hand through his hair. he's squirming underneath you, trying to bring his lips to yours once again, but instead your thumb presses against his parted lips. "poor baby, does ‘jaxy want a kiss?”

he nods desperately, groaning loudly as he pulls you closer. his hands are on your waist, hips wantonly bucking up into yours. he's pulling you closer, your tits pressed up against his chest, thoughts swimming as he begs pathetically for you. “think you deserve something a little more. what do you want me to do ‘jaxy?”

“just.. fuck me, ruin me, use me all you want. wanna be in you so bad, baby.. please?” you giggle, finding his neediness cute. you rise from his lap, taking his throbbing cock and adjusting it to align between your folds. you hiss in pain as you sink down on his cock. “y’know, you’re so pretty when you look like this,” you sighed softly, taking in the view that lay right in front of you.

ajax’s small groans and whines had gotten louder once you had started bouncing all over him. each upsurge of your ass down on his thighs feels more potent than the last. he senses his mind on the verge of collapse every time your cunt swallows his cock. “‘m gonna-“ you cut the snake-haired boy off by pressing your lips against his, picking up your pace to make him cum. “keep going, sucha good boy huh,” you coo. his hands were on your hips, helping you slam yourself onto his cock. he was digging his fingers in your flesh, bound to leave bruises.

“mhm.. ‘m yours. yours-” he attempts to speak but you make it so difficult to even breathe, let alone refuse the ectasy you’re giving him. being straightforward, he wouldn’t trade this for anything else in the world. you feel absolutely seraphic on his pretty cock, so tight, and squeezing him for all he’s worth but it’s almost too much for poor ajax.

he slams you down on his cock one last time before painting your walls white, groaning and panting. “you did so good baby,” you cupped his face, kissing him everywhere.

#༺ ♱ sylvia’s work! #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus smut #ajax smut #ajax wednesday #ajax x reader #ajax x you #ajax petropolis x reader

[cybersp4c3]

Hi. Scara nsfw alphabet, this is surprisingly my first time doing this I think?? Crazy

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Scara just passes out immediately after sex but on the rare occasion he doesn’t, he’ll ask you for cuddles and kisses

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Scara loves his entire body!! He thinks he’s got the most fuckable body on earth and he’s right!! His favourite body part on readers would obviously be their massive dick, duh

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cum!! Scara will let you cum in him anytime, if you use a condom he’ll drink all the cum out of it! If he’s sucking you off make sure to cum down his throat! He’ll clean it all up for you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to be called princess, doll, dear, and he’ll even let you refer to him as a good girl!

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s 500 years old, he’s an experienced whore.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves any position that allows him to get absolutely dicked down like mating press and full-Nelson! He loves how deep your dick can go into his pussy and how he feels like he’s being bred

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He takes sex very seriously, like a job. Though, you could do whatever you want during sex he’s far too mindbroken to insult you for not taking sex seriously

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s a doll!! He doesn’t have body hair so he’s very well groomed!! But he does like seeing you with body hair (especially your cock)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not intimate unless you’re his husband or boyfriend.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Scara’s clit and nipples are so sensitive, he touches himself to the thought of getting impregnated and filled to the brim by a stronger man! Sometimes he’ll cry because his fingers aren’t big enough to replicate dick so he’d use multiple dildos at once…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scara has a lot! Breeding, degrading (receiving, giving), praising (receiving), noncon, etc. he’s into anything as long as it’s not scat…

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll do it anywhere with you! Just take him whenever and wherever you want! He’s just your obedient little sex doll. But his favourites are the bedroom or anywhere in front of a crowd

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing your big dick gets him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s up for anything,,, he wouldn’t do anything with a woman though or if he has to top/dom. If you even mention that to him you’re never going to see the light of day again

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving oral (especially to massive monster cocks) he’s really experienced so he can deepthroat and make you cum in an instant. He also likes receiving every now and then, he loves how people eat out his little pussy

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Scara likes it fast and rough!!! No stopping at all! Just fuck him hard, fast, and rough until he passes out

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Back in the fatui, all he could do was quickies. He’d let his subordinates and fellow harbingers take him anytime during, before, or after a mission! But he didn’t want to get caught so it had to be quick!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’ll risk anything if it means he can get dicked down by you!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last for a minimum of 20 rounds due to dottore’s tinkering…buttt hw can go for much longer if you want to

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has an entire collection of toys! Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, fuck machines, etc. anything you can think of, he has it!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease! If you want him to ride you, he’d tease you a little by rubbing his clit or ass on your cock for awhile before taking it…but he hates when you tease him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If he’s in the bedroom he won’t hold back any moans, if he’s out in public he’d try his best to be quiet

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Scara has spidey-sense for dick. He can tell your exact dick size just from seeing your bulge…

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Small but perky boobs, a small waist, some belly chub, wide hips, thick and plushy thighs, a fat ass, and ofc a plump pink pussy for you to destroy

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extremely high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how hard and rough the sex was

[demxnicprxncess]

hey can i suggest any nsfw headcanons for the evans?? i love those types of drabbles and i think i would thoroughly enjoy whatever you decide to do w this request, since your writing never fails to amaze me 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

havent done request in a while but sure love

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TW: NSFW, opinions, and kai anderson, Smut.

Tate Langdon:

He likes having a sense of control, but still he enjoys being babied, def a switch.

If you tease him enough he gets a little whiney or possibly aggressive.

He IS a teenager so... he'll fuck you anytime, anywhere.

Can be a selfish lover, but he doesnt intend to.

Sometimes, he wants nothing more than to please you. No doubt.

Praise Kink, pain kink, possible humiliation, possible mommy kink. Maybe a small daddy kink, just cause its what he would see in porn. He def would mark you with hickeys and bites. BDSM (mostly his suit ngl)

He bit into your neck over the hickey before licking it softly as his thrust picked up in pace. "Say it baby." She whined gripping on the desk in the empty classroom he had drug her into her hands tied behind her back with his belt. "It feels so good" She'd choke between moans before he laid a smack against her ass. Feeling her clench around him as she came led him to pull out a paint her back in his cum. "There we go baby. Quit talking to that asshole." She nodded softly still tired before she heard the bell ring. "Come on."

Kit Walker:

He LOVES having control, however sometimes he'll let you take control so you can take care of him.

He might whimper, but mostly groans.

He'd fuck you anywhere in your house, or in his car but thats about it i feel like.

he isnt a selfish lover, he wants you cum at least twice.

He'd place your pleasure first no doubt.

daddy kink, breeding kink, maybe just maybe hes into hair pulling.

He kept his thrust steady as she laid back on the bed arching into his touch, "Almost there pretty girl. Just a lil' bit more fa me doll." He groaned into her ear as she clung to him slightly pulling his hair. This prompted him to slip his fingers down to her clit, moving in a figure eight pattern with a steady speed to match his thrust as he kissed all along her neck. "You'll look so pretty with my child in you" With his other hand he placed it on her stomach, "You want me to give you one baby?" She eagerly nodded beneath him as she came undone, prompting him to release his seed deep into her womb. He stopped and laid there his face in her boobs for a minute, "Ya got one more fa me baby?" She whined softly and shook her head, "I dont like odd numbers though baby, and four is our lucky number."

James March:

Hes in control but lowkey wouldn't mind being dominated, he'd just say it was him getting some love in a way.

He grunts and groans no doubt. Sometimes he whimpers.

Anywhere in the hotel is great of course but like he loves laying you on the bed and watching the way you sink into his sheets.

He is never a selfish lover. Maybe a tease, but never selfish. he'd please you no doubt.

Okay so knife kink, master kink (idk i just like the sound of master march.) blood kink hes into marking, loves hearing you scream, loves your tears, hes into bondage.

"Scream my name darling." His thrust were harsh and planned to torture you, triggering your release while he kept going. He wanted to reach his own orgasm while she whined beneath him wanting to hold him but not able to because of the handcuffs keeping her arms above her head, "James, please? I want to touch you sir." He looked down at her before undoing the cuffs letting her wrap around him in a kiss as he filled her with his seed. "Darling, you truly are something wonderful."

Part one since this bullshit has been sitting in my drafts for the longest.

#evan peters #ahs fandom #american horror story #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #ahs cult #kai anderson smut #kai anderson #ahs hotel #evan peters smut

[nestaismommy]

https://at.tumblr.com/feyreselain/youre-not-happy-with-the-way-the-ic-handled/dlytzgax3tch

Have you seen ^ that load of bs lol?

It’s definitely bullshit.

Not because Nesta lived, doesn’t mean the inner circle cared.

Let’s see….

Feyre said carefully, “For what it’s worth, I was hoping you’d turn yourself around. I wanted to give you space to do it, since you seem to lash out at everyone who comes close enough, but you didn’t even try.”

I had someone close to me, tell me that I’m not trying to get over my trauma, and let me tell you something. It is so fucking insensitive. You can’t just get over it. It can take years to move past traumatic events and heal from them. It is a long journey. And it’s a process. Nesta was coping. It is so hard to even get out of bed when you’re suffering. You’re just trying to survive. And then someone tells you that you aren’t even trying. If Nesta told Feyre she wasn’t even “trying” when Feyre was still traumatized from under the mountain, Feyre would’ve cried or some shit.

“You spent five hundred gold marks last night!” Feyre exploded, shooting to her feet to pace in front of the hearth. “Do you know how much money that is? Do you know how embarrassed I was when we got the bill this morning and my friends—my family—had to hear all about it?”

That’s what you care about Feyre? The money that isn’t even yours? Don’t you live off his money too? You’re embarrassed?

Oh please, get over it. Go cry over your scrambled eggs or something. Last I checked, he didn’t even earn the money. He’s just rich and he could’ve easily cut her off.

“It is about how it reflects upon me, upon Rhys, and upon my court when my damned sister spends our money on wine and gambling and does nothing to contribute to this city! If my sister cannot be controlled, then why should we have the right to rule over anyone else?”

Does nothing to contribute to this city? Bitch she literally fought in the war ☠️

Clearly she’s more worried about her title, than Nesta’s trauma.

“I am not a thing to be controlled by you,” Nesta said icily. Everything in her life, from the moment she was born, had been controlled by other people. Things happened to her; anytime she tried to exert control, she’d been thwarted at every turn—and she hated that even more than the King of Hybern.

Do you know how fucking sad this is? She’s always been controlled. Imagine how triggering this is considering her mother and grandmother did the same thing. They controlled her too. Now it’s her sister.

“That’s why you’re going to train at Windhaven. You will learn to control yourself.”

“I won’t go.”

“You’re going, even if you have to be tied up and hauled there.”

Is this what you call helping? Making Nesta train in Windhaven with Illyrians who literally hate women and SA them.

Not as her sister said, “I’m having that entire building condemned.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s done. Rhys already visited the landlord. It will be torn down and rebuilt as a shelter for families still displaced by the war.”

Nesta tried to master her uneven breathing. One of the few choices she’d made for herself, stripped away. Feyre didn’t seem to care. Feyre had always been her own master. Always got whatever she wished. And now, it seemed, Feyre would be granted this wish, too.

Destroying Nesta’s home. One of the few chooses she’d made for herself, stripped away.

Feyre didn’t seem to care. Always got whatever she wished.

“You go back to the human lands.”

Amren had suggested a few days in a dungeon in the Hewn City, but Feyre had simply said that the human world would be more than enough of a prison for someone like Nesta.

This?? What the fuck? Dungeon? There’s no way you’re gonna sit there and tell me these people care for her. Care my ass.

The fact that Feyre said the human world because it would be a prison to Nesta.

Yeah as I said, they weren’t trying to help her and they never cared. Think what you want to think but I’m just stating the obvious.

#acotar #acosf #nesta archeron #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #pro nesta #pro nesta archeron #a court of silver flames #nesta deserves better #high queen nesta #anti feyre #anti feyre archeron #anti feysand #anti rhysand #anti amren #anti inner circle #anti ic

[mini-kunoichi]

One Chance, pt.2

I wanted to add a little more to this before posting it, but I'll be busy for the next few weeks and I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. One of these days, I'll come up with my own header/line breaks. Just not anytime soon.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon x OC

Summary: What happens when you put Daemon and Addie together? Peak Youngest Sibling Energy, apparently.

Warning: swearing, hints at parental abuse, Daemon being a menace.

Many thanks to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for beta reading and translating the High Valerian for my lazy ass.

Part 1 Here; Read on AO3

Daemon waited a few days before bringing up the idea of Adelayde staying at the Red Keep for the duration of their courtship. He would stroll the gardens with her every afternoon, and it quickly became the highlight of his days. Despite her family being only slightly above Small Folk, the lady proved herself to be intelligent and quick-witted. Once Daemon was sure he wanted to continue the courtship, it was time to put his plan into motion.

It didn’t take much to convince Adelayde’s parents to have her stay. Her father was too ambitious to decline and her mother seemed intent on pushing her daughter on him. His brother was harder, but not by much. Once he was able to speak to Viserys privately (and therefore openly) about his reasoning, his brother did not put up too much of a fuss. In fact, he seemed to think it was a lovely idea. Though he did make Daemon promise to “do things properly.” The Queen and her cunt of a father objected on behalf of “propriety” or whatever-the-fuck, but Daemon didn’t really care about them. 

The hardest person to convince was, surprisingly, Adelayde herself. When Daemon brought it up to her, she suddenly became agitated. 

He was leaning against a wall in the garden, arms crossed, watching her pace and wring her hands.

“I don’t see the issue,” he said eventually. “You will have a much more comfortable life here. You can have a life away from your parents.”

Daemon really didn’t like Lord and Lady Mullendore. They were both overbearing, though in very different ways. He had already suffered through a handful of dinners with them. Adelayde was such a different person when her parents were around; meek, quiet, and submissive. Everything he didn’t want in a wife. He would have thought she would want to be away from her parents.

“Daemon, I don’t know anyone here,” Adelayde replied.

“You know me. And Rhaenyra.”

“That’s not . . . that’s two people out of hundreds.” The hand-wringing got worse, and Daemon pushed himself off of the wall to take her hands in his own. She started to shift from foot to foot instead. It was annoying, but not as self-destructive.

“You will flourish here. I know you will. Especially without your family holding you back.” He had learned early on that honesty fostered honesty with Adelayde. Though how she always knew whether or not he was being honest was currently lost on him. 

“My family doesn’t hold me back,” she replied with a frown.

“Well, your parents sure as fuck do.” Her frown deepened, but she didn’t reply. She knew he was right.

“Does not knowing anyone in King’s Landing really bother you that much?” he asked.

Adelayde let out a resigned sigh before saying, “I suppose I should be used to solitude by now.”

“So there should be no problem, then.”

“The place was familiar, though. I had my brothers. And a cousin.”

“I will keep you company,” Daemon said confidently. 

It wouldn’t be too much trouble, he figured. They’d had interesting conversations thus far, and she’d even asked him to teach her High Valyrian. Lessons would surely take up much of her time. But instead of happily agreeing (as most maidens would), Adelayde’s nose scrunched in distaste.

“Surely we would get sick of each other.”

Nonsense. No one ever got sick of Daemon Targaryen. Though, he supposed he might become sick of seeing her. Right now, Addie was like a shiny new toy, and he did have a habit of tiring of his paramours rather quickly.

“Well, I’m sure you can find a way to occupy yourself,” he replied eventually.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I suppose I can spend time in the library when you become boring.”

The nerve of this woman. 

– – – – – – – – 

In the end, it was agreed that Addie would stay at the Red Keep for the duration of their three-month courtship. After that period, her return to the Uplands would be decided based on if and when a wedding would take place.

She was moved to more permanent (and lavish) quarters and assigned handmaids who tended to everything from dressing her to serving her meals and preparing baths. She found it discomfiting. 

Being from a minor house, Addie was not used to having such attention. Sure, her father employed cooks, housekeepers, and the like, but nothing as elaborate as handmaids. They were surprisingly understanding, however, and mostly kept to themselves when not performing their duties. One of them even took it upon herself to acquire thread, cloth, and needles so that Addie could work on embroidery.

The little bluejay visited a few more times. No one ever acknowledged the bird and it never sang, so she ignored it each time.

Now that she had been moved to a new room, her father insisted that they break their fast as a family every morning. He always insisted she dismiss her handmaids so that they could “talk as a family.” It was the worst part of the day.

“You will not fuck this up for me,” her father growled, the same as every other morning.

“I won’t, Father,” Addie replied the same as every other morning.

“You’d better not,” he continued. “My place at court depends on this match. If he finds out you’re fucked in the head, he’ll reject you and it’ll all go to shit.”

I am not ‘fucked in the head’, she thought to herself bitterly, though she didn’t dare say anything out loud. Such defiance had major consequences. 

She was saved from having to respond when her mother spoke up.

“Addie is a clever girl. She has navigated court politics quite well thus far. And the Prince seems taken with her.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion,” he spat. “Speak out of turn again and there will be consequences.”

The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence.

— — — — — —

Addie was uncharacteristically reserved in the days leading up to her parent’s departure. Daemon still had certain duties with the city watch and Rhaenyra had taken it upon herself to entertain her, which he appreciated. 

It was kind of the Princess, but the two did not really have much in common. Rhaenyra enjoyed the many forms of hunting; and while Addie was perfectly happy to visit the hawks, hounds, and horses used in such activities, she disliked the killing of animals. Rhaenyra’s assurance that the meat would be used in the kitchens made her feel only slightly better.

— — — — — — — 

Daemon took it upon himself to tutor his potential bride in High Valyrian. Partly because the palace tutor had decided she was “too simple for such a task,” (where he’d gotten such an idea was beyond Daemon’s comprehension) but mostly because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Adelayde was a surprisingly quick study. And Daemon was a surprisingly good teacher. The only problem was their motivations; Addie intended to learn and Daemon intended to flirt.

This led to the woman’s never-ending frustrations and the prince’s never-ending amusement. 

“Would you get your hand off my leg?” she hissed through her teeth.

“Whatever for?” Daemon asked innocently.

“I am trying to learn.” She smacked his hand off of her thigh, but he quickly replaced it.

“Say it in High Valyrian and I’ll consider it,” he replied with a smirk.

 “Aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore ondurās.”

“Close. Kirimvose, aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore nādīnās. Manners go a long way, you know.”

Addie’s eyebrows pinched slightly as she processed the sentence. It’s rather cute. Not that he’d admit that out loud.

“What does ‘kirimvose’ mean again?” she asked eventually.

He answered with a smirk and she smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. Addie had taken to delivering light swats or kicks when provoked—as long as they were alone, that is. Daemon understood the importance of appearance within the court and society, but he appreciated that she had become comfortable enough to treat him as an equal. He once asked her if she treated her own brothers with “such brutality” and she replied that she did not. She hit them harder.

“I’m not saying please when I’ve already asked you several times,” she stated primly.

Daemon compromised by scooting his chair closer to hers and draped his arm over the back of her chair. Addie shot him an annoyed look that made her look a little bit like her mother. She opened her mouth to make a smart retort when they were interrupted.

“I believe the lady has asked to not be touched,” came the cold voice of Criston Cole, their assigned chaperone for the afternoon. He had been the one to chaperone them a lot lately, probably instructed to spy on them by either the Queen or the Hand.

Addie turned to look at him, gave him one of the most judgemental and condescending once-overs that Daemon had ever seen, and replied, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself, Ser Criston.”

The knight hung his head and mumbled an apology, thoroughly humbled. Once Addie’s attention was back on the books, Daemon shot the knight a haughty smirk.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon x oc #daemon targareyn x oc #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[paper-lilypie]

Hi hello hi could you give some writing tips/advice? (If it's not too much to ask of course ^_^) Especially with multi chaptered story planning? I'm in awe of your skills I'd love to learn how you do it :O

ooooh sure Monnie :)

uh I’m not really the best at planning multi-chaptered junk. I try my best lol, so I can only offer what works for me, somewhat.

Advice? Umm

Write down any idea you get IMMEDIATELY. You think you’ll remember later. You won’t. Get that Notes app out and WRITE. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to do this while walking to class, grocery shopping or hanging out with family. (If you’re driving, try to associate your idea with a key word, then don’t forget the key word. When you bring it up again, you should be able to remember your earlier thoughts.)

Jot down plot beats aka What You Want to Happen. I like to write down the things I’d love to see happen in the story before any kind of planning. For example, I always knew I wanted Y/N to find Sun and Moon at the junkyard. It was the first thing i ever wrote down, and I wrote the story around that. :) The list doesn’t have to be eloquent, it just has to be readable and easy to understand so you know what to interpret later.

Outlines aren’t supposed to be pretty and neat. They’re there to help put things in a cohesive narrative. The order of events, if you will. If your outline is simply:

- Wake up

- Meet friends at bus station.

- Cute new guy at school.

- Partners in project. Shock!! Chapter Ends.

Then that’s fine. It’s supposed to serve you and you alone. The rest will come when writing your draft.

Feel free to change your story anytime you want. It guarantees a final story you’re most satisfied with. I’m currently on CCRT’s fifth outline. There’s some stuff I’m good with and others I KNOW i want to go back to and re-workshop. Don’t stress, that’s the fun of it: getting to ask “but what if…?” Again and again until you’re happy with the results. Your readers will appreciate it tenfold. As an example, here’s the outline for Chapter Three: (you’ll see some details crossed out or that didn’t make it in)

The published result is much more detailed, right? Feel free to prepare as messy as you want. I promise y’all the first outline looked NOTHING like this sbshshs

Write at your pace. The world can wait. Writing the story is a treat you gift yourself and allow others to enjoy. Don’t let anything deprave you of the joy of the meticulous process. If they can’t wait, they’ll learn to or walk away, and in the end, who’s really losing here?

Go crazy, go stupid, go batshit. WRITE WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!! SELF INDULGE!! ITS YOUR STORY!! AT YOUR PACE!! IN YOUR STYLE!! YOUR WAY!! OWN IT AND LET GO!!

and yeah these are the things I can think off the top of my head lol. repeating these in my head like a mantra help.

Multi-chaptered stories may seem too Big or Ambitious to tackle and it can intimidate sometimes. Take it one step at a time. You’ll get to where you want eventually. Enjoy it.

ending this a bit abruptly but uh

Hope this helped? Feel free to ask for anything else!

#uhhh tada! #writing advice #ask lily

[tsaritsa]

Congratulations on winning Nano!!! Any hot takes or unconventional tips on how to achieve a huuuge milestone like that in so little time?

Also, if you'd like to share, I'd love to hear more about the piece(s) you worked on during this year's event! Big yay if you want to tease us with a sneak peek as well. 🙂

Congratsss again!!!

ty!!!! i am afraid my tips might seem kind of obvious and not that much of a hot take but here's what worked for me:

writing sprints. do 10 min. do 17 min. do 30 min. whatever it is, just get words down on the page. after each sprint was finished i'd look at what i wrote, fix up the most glaring mistakes (espe if the words looked terrible. i've learned to live with a lot of spelling errors bc otherwise u waste too much time. during nano each day i'd prolly manage between 2-3 sprints -- usually enough to net me between 1000-1500 words each day. i wouldn't stop if i hit the daily total, i'd stop when i could feel the motivation waning. my lowest day was under 300 words, my biggest was just over 4000.

get a community. writing sucks alone. i feel very grateful that i've made some friends on here who were also trying to write regularly, so now there's 5 of us in a little discord i've made. we do sprints with each other and share lots of snippets, memes, pretty pictures etc. it keeps us excited about our own projects, but also allows us to cheerlead each other on.

get used to placeholders. i use TK. anytime there's a word i need but it's not on the tip of my tongue? TK my beloved. sometimes i'd write like she sighed in a TK kind of way, or like harry opens his mouth to argue about TK TK some work thing he's doing TK TK. it just keeps u in the pace of writing ur in, but allows for a few words to be spent writing down a piece that needs further expansion.

establish habits and goals. for me, it's stuff like trying to write the bulk of my writing with a nice candle lit, but also the silly stuff like putting on lippy so I feel like. Ready to do shit. have a few drinks avail. one to hydrate (ice cold) one to caffeinate (also ice cold). play music or sounds that will help u get into the zone without overly distracting. now that i've won it i'm gonna treat myself to some silly purchases as well bc i should reward myself for such hard work and dedication. i'm thinking a v comfy hoodie.

overall if i didn't have the community i had this month i think my external motivation would've been lost quickly, so find friends to yell at about ur project. watch yt videos about ppl doing writing! make posts and don't give a flying fuck about being cringe or not suiting ut 'aesthetic'. this is u. do it for U.

in terms of this project: the short version is hermione goes back to hogwarts post book 7 and has to slowly begin to recover from/learn to live with the PTSD she's gained. alas, draco is also back and she's gotta learn to make peace with the fact that he's allowed to want to change and that he's making small steps to become a better person than who he was. they're gonna kiss and be disgusting with each other. ultimately this is a story about hermione's journey, as the whole thing is written from her perspective, so although the dhr aspect is there, there are also other important relationships i want to focus on -- especially her and harry.

i'm ignoring/expanding on a lot of canon, and using some details from the movies i prefer over the books (namely her mudblood scar bc mmmmm parallels). i don't really know if anybody is in character but i don't care! this is my story and i'll do it how i see fit haha.

the following excerpt comes from late sept in the current draft. at this point dhr has been forced together a few times already. draco has surreptitiously managed to drug slughorn with a potion of his (slughorn's) own making during their potions class bc the potions professor was spending an entire lesson just showing off instead of. u know. teaching.

#ask #live by the cringe die by the cringe #i'm seriously thinking about starting a little vlog journey for this so i can just keep myself even more motivated haha #ty for the ask!!!! basically u just gotta write. doesn't matter how bad it is. it counts!

[basils-pot]

Perks of Friendship

Another self indulgent fic, motivated by monster energy and the fact college starts back up this week. (i know the image is the snake planet but its space and its pretty)

❁Prompt(s)❁ - “I’m on my way, don’t move.”, Holding onto them/them holding you through a crowd, “...Please stop looking at me like that.”/“Like what?”.

⚠︎Warnings⚠︎ - Minor warning for implied alcohol/generally not being sober

⇨Content⇦ - Angst(if you squint), Fluff(for mentally ill people) (gender neutral)(no pronouns)(no physical description of reader)

You weren't built for it. Not that it was a big deal, after all who was built for it, the lifestyle of space travel. Especially the kind of experience you get when you're traveling space with Rick. But you could adapt. You have and would continue to adapt so that you didn't have to let the best years of your life come to an end. Being friends with Rick, if you could call it friendship, was an adventure that you weren't going to bail on anytime soon.

However, that didn't mean you couldn't use a break. Which is why you're in an alien club, by yourself, in a not so hard to find corner of the universe. Not that you regret coming, but this wasn't the change of pace most people would look for in a vacation. The never ending party that had been your last few earth days, only interrupted by occasional naps in undisturbed corner booths of the club, was all to reminiscent of your time spent with Rick. The constant noise, action, and periodic failing of your body, that is.

As you looked down as your drink, examining the melted ombré of the varying liquids in the glass, you couldn't help but feel like maybe you were being unfair. You couldn't boil down your time with Rick like that. It was more. It would be ignorant to describe it as only ever action and noise. You could recall countless trips in his ship, seeing the universe and all the sights it had to give. Seeing the space outside and seeing it's merits reflected back at you when you looked at Rick, and all the time spent in alien arcades, foreign festivals, and clubs like this one with him. Looking around at the place, between the dance floors and the bars, you felt an overwhelming urge to go home, or well, wherever Rick was.

You stood up, which was no easy feat, and excused yourself from the table where you'd been buried in conversation with strangers. Intending to make it out the door, you began to try and force your way through the dance floor, being pushed and pulled, only to find yourself on the outside of the crowd again, with no progress forward. You were pretty sure there was a seat behind you, which you were thankful for as your legs gave up and you fell back. Landing in the seat which happened to be at an empty table, your head fell forward and into your arms on the table top. After a moment, you leaned over to the side to loosen one of your arms, and patted your pocket to find your phone. Space phone? Whatever, all you knew is that Rick had made it capable of use all over the universe, despite you never actually needing to call him before. The thought of which now made you hesitant. Rick had countless walls put up and if you called you couldn't help but wonder if you'd be crossing a boundary. You didn't have time to figure it out before you were calling and the phone was ringing in your ear. It was three rings before someone picked up,

"R-Rick someone called your ph-"

"What the fuck Morty, don't answer my fucking calls, do you know the countless things you could've just roped me into?"

"Jesus Rick, s-sue me for helping."

Morty's voice got quieter and you could hear the phone being handed over. Rick answered with his usual level of courtesy which was oddly relaxing to you at the moment,

"What do you want?"

"Hey um..."

The music of the club was all to noticeably blaring now and you couldn't hear your own thoughts.

"...Sorry for calling, but do you think you could do me a solid?"

It was a moment before he responded,

"Where are you?"

You laughed a little out loud,

"Three days deep into my bender at that club we went to once after a fiber trade with those Gazorpazorp ladies......can you just, just come get me maybe?"

You felt odd asking and you could feel the acidy shame crawling up your throat. Rick replied,

"What am I, your glorified uber?...

...

...Are you outside?"

You smiled,

"N-no I'm inside. I tried to get out but I couldn't make it through the crowd."

He groaned in response,

"Really making this convenient aren't you. Stay where you are, I'll be there in a minute."

The shuffling of his coat and the squeak of a chair were heard before he ended the call. And with that, you passed out face down on the table.

.........

You came to after feeling someone flick your forehead. Lifting your head and raising your hand to sooth the small pain, you turned to see the offender but smiled widely when you saw Rick.

"Took you long enough, huh?"

He glared lightly,

"Like you would know, passed out like a true drunk."

He grinned at the obvious irony of his own joke. You laughed and grabbed onto his coat sleeve while you slid off the chair onto your feet. None of your body was to terribly happy with you right now, and your face fell into one of dread looking at the crowd you were about to try and navigate for the second time.

Not even a moment later, Rick disappeared from your peripherals and you felt a pair of hands settle on your waist. Your head fell back against someone's chest and you looked up to see Rick, who was looking towards one of the club entrances. Your hips moved in front of you and your back fell against his chest as he guided you forward. You looked down and found yourself not sober enough to ignore the warm tingle that started from under his hands and moved to your brain. By the time you looked back up you were at the door and re-entering the outside world for the first time in days. You froze at the sudden change in environment and Rick moved to your side but kept a hand on you, now at your hip. Within a minute you were at his ship and put out a hand against it to steady yourself as you did your best not to fall into the passengers side. You felt a little pathetic like this and curled yourself up sideways in the seat, so your body was facing the drivers side but you were still looking out the front of the ship. You felt the shake of the car and heard Rick open his door and get in. Before your brain could catch up, you were already out of the planets atmosphere and on the way back to Earth. Your eyes were open but you couldn't focus on any single given point. Any star or planet in the reach of your vision melted past you.

It was beautiful. You were thankful for this. For being one of the people able to see the universe from this angle and now that you thought about it, thankful that Rick came to get you. Returning your attention to Rick, you turned you head to align with your body, facing him. He was relatively relaxed, scooched ever so slightly forward in his seat, one hand on the wheel. He sighed and his head relaxed against his seat. You watched the lights of the universe float past in the reflection of his eyes. In that moment, you wondered if you'd really taken a break from Rick, or if you only meant to take a break from the adventures. No part of this, right now, exhausted you. He didn't take anything from you. If anything, his presence fed you. Soothed the low ache in your bones and made you just a bit less tired. Even inspecting the way his hair fell made your eyes sting less than they had. He took a deep breath through his nose and sighed, turning his head towards you.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Your face fell into confusion as you continued to take a visual tour of his features, leaning the side of your head against your seat.

"Like what?"

"Like you're developing a terrible habit."

"And what habit would that be?"

He turn his head back to face forward before replying,

"Thinking we're friends."

You stopped your exploration of his facial features and look at his eyes again. You let out a small sigh through your nose. Rick always did this. You didn't hold it against him but it didn't make it less strange to you. If you weren't friends, what were you? Because it didn't take an intergalactic genius to see you were something. You extended your arm out and rested your hand on the center console, open and asking. You found your voice after a moment,

"I don't care if we're friends, Rick. I just care that we are."

He didn't say anything, nor did he take your hand. You did your best not to take it personally and curled up a bit more into the seat. You closed your eyes and listened to the humming of the ship as if it was music.

Ten seconds later, he moved his hand into yours, intertwining his fingers, and you did the same.

You didn't open your eyes. You didn't want anything to take away from memorizing this feeling. You didn't care when you got back to Earth.

Right now, you had home in the palm of your hand.

AN: lollll this is so sappy but it feeds my soul, kicking my feet in the air n' everythinggggg. ty 4 reading! -xo Basil

#fanfic #x reader #rick x reader #rick sanchez #rick and morty #happy ending #slight angst #gender neutral fanfic #no pronouns #twirling my hair #kicking my feet

[ilaiyayaya]

It's crazy how enjoyable writing is when you're doing it of your own volition, about a subject you enjoy, at your own pace, with no actual obligations associated with it. I've always heard people that do creative writing regularly as a hobby say this, but it really is true how much schools absolutely fail at both teaching writing skills, but also giving kids the motivation to actually want to write. Like turns out writing is actually really fun and creatively satisfying when you're not required to write a long essay about a topic that you could not care less about. Like I've known this for a while, for a couple years now I've made it a habit to write down notes when I'm experiencing some kind of media that I really enjoy and then I usually write down a short little review or just my thoughts about it afterwards, but recently it's become like, extremely obvious how much I enjoy the process and how much I fucking hated writing in school. I remember anytime I had to write any kind of opinion piece I felt like I just had to write the most basic thing imaginable, following whatever stance had the most solid evidence, even if I didn't actually agree with it at all, and to get a good grade that literally was what I needed to do. Now tho, now I can just write 5 paragraphs about how I think Shinki is the objective best Touhou character despite having barely any existing solid personality or information about them, and like actually enjoy writing those 5 paragraphs that are really just me repeating "I like her :)" with different vocabulary over and over. And the best part is like, who's gonna judge me? the random guy on the internet? I'll fight that guy, and I'll win, and then they'll have to say sorry and then sign my petition to get a Shinki fumo made. This applies to all artforms btw, they're all fun and cool when you're not being graded/paid based on it's "objective" quality and aren't making them for something/someone else that you do not give a fuck about at all.

#hi there would you like to sign my petition :) #top 10 touhou shinki moments #number 1: that time when I beat her up and then she took a selfie with me #number 2: I like her :) #Joon is also the number 1 best Toehoe but right now I'm in Shinki brainrot mode

[saeyoungchoismaid]

F J Z from nsft alphabet event with Beel? 🥺 I hope in hell I requested well this time istg

You did!! And HEHEHEHE MY FAV A N D Z MY FAV PROMPT LETS GOOOO 

f - foreplay (what do they prefer to do? how long does it last?)

I know for a FACT that Beel is the type to do whatever it takes to please his partner first and foremost. So, it’s really up to you what y’all do and how long it lasts. If it were his choice though, he’d love love love to just kiss you slow and sensual, letting his tongue wander any and everywhere. He would let his hands wander your body at his own leisure, playing with your chest and gently gripping your thighs. He’s a man of stamina, so he could last all day if he really wanted to. Depending on his mood or where you two are, I think he’d be down to just makeout with you and do foreplay for hours, though the main meal is always so much better than the entree ;)

j - just for fun (free card)

Beel has a breeding kink because he wants a big family, change my mind you literally can’t I’m dying on this hill. His favorite position to fuck make love to you in is the mating press. Loves gripping your thighs in his big hands and just hammering away at your insides for hours in that position. Likes to switch up the pace, go from slow and sensual to fast and desperate. Will cum inside multiple times, needs at least three loads inside of you before feeling satisfied. 

z -zelophilia (arousal due to jealousy) (are they the jealous type? what makes them the most jealous? are they interested in jealous/angry sex?)

This is a toughie. On one hand, I want to say no, he’s not the jealous type. He knows you love him and he loves you. He knows he can trust you and you him. On the other hand, something about seeing other people, especially his brothers or friends, touch or flirt with what’s his just rubs him the wrong way. He’d, of course, go about addressing it in the sweetest and gentlest way possible. He’s great at communication, so anytime something bothers him or he just has the need to tell you something, he does. So, he’ll simply come up to you and say he feels bad for feeling this way, but he didn’t like you talking to so-and-so or how so-and-so acted towards you. Treat this man with care and just reassure him that he’s the only one for you. Let him pound that little hole and let him push as many loads of cum inside of you as he pleases until he feels secure again ;)

NSFT Alphabet

#beel smut #obey me smut #beel x reader smut #obey me x reader smut #obey me beel #abc2022 #beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd beel #swd beelzebub #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x reader smut #beel x reader #beel x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #beel hcs #beel headcanons #beelzebub hcs #beelzebub headcanons #smut #nsft #nsft beel #nsft obey me

[earthphoenixstories]

Let’s talk Every Season After, Depression, and Not Writing

I’m forever grateful for my writing buddies. Anytime they feel some kinda way about their abilities, or the craft in general I always want to lift them up and support them and in doing so, I unlock my own issues and why they’re happening. Giving advice is always easier than taking your own I guess.

As anyone who reads my blog may know by now, November is a rough month for me. On top of the Big Sadness there’s birthdays (mine and an aunt I was close to who has sadly passed) and then it’s the usual Christmas rush. Maybe starting an upload schedule in November was a bad idea.

I still have a good 30k words written for the fic, but there in lies the problem. While I was writing I kept pushing away a question. “Is this alright to do? Retelling the main story like this?”

The answer, I think, it’s yes. Obviously it’s ok. No one is going to turn up and tell me to stop. But still, the doubt lingered and then while working on the ‘Baxter chapters’ I came to a grinding halt. Writing was difficult. Playing the game for inspiration wasn’t helping.

And then the excuses to not write started and now it’s the middle of January and I’ve written less than 500 words all month.

That is wildly off my normal pace. Even though I told myself I wasn’t going to focus on the word count as much this year, I still find myself worrying about it. I haven’t made much progress in my original writing either. Lots of ideas and backstories but nothing of substance.

I have a half written, mildly alright opening chapter. That’s not all that impressive for a little over 2 weeks work.

Taking a break hasn’t helped. Instead of writing I’ve been playing Stardew Valley. Yes, it’s fun, but I could also spend that time being productive.

Whatever this current mindset is, it’s time to snap the fuck out if it and start writing. Properly.

Writing is haaard man.

#writing with depression #original writing #writing #writerslife #writing is hard #writing is my therapy #our life baxter #our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #fanfiction #our life beginnings & always #ao3

[wickedlittleoz]

Heya!!!!!! Your fics and writing are amazing!!!!!

On AO3 it says to send prompts anytime, so if it's okay, I have a req/kinda a question Hanzo is so conflicted and torn in your fics and Genji is dtf, so would there be a situation in your universe where they would have a role reversal and Hanzo is super horny and ready and randy but Genji is nervous and conflicted for some reason?

If reqs are closed though no worries, I just really wanted to say thanks for writing!!!!!!!! You're amazing!!!!!!!

hello!!!!!! yes please do send your prompts and ideas and hcs and whatever any time <333 thank you for the message & the prompt, i hope this is kinda what you had in mind!!! ily!!

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Hanzo wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with a painful boner.

Actually painful.

And no matter how many deep breaths he takes or cringey mental images he attempts to summon, it just won’t go away. After what feels like hours he has to give in and touch himself; two orgasms later, he collapses and the exhaustion quickly sends him back to sleep.

Later, when the alarm goes off and he has to get out of bed, kind of groggy because he didn't get enough rest, he's feeling a little sheepish and he's feeling a little ashamed of himself.

And he's still. So. Fucking. Horny.

The thing is that most of the time he's so collected and serious, and put-together and cold (frigid, some have gone as far as saying), that eventually he needs to just let it out. So it's perfectly normal.

But he still hates having no control over his dick, for instance, which keeps insisting on perking up.

He's always been all about control, after all.

He takes a cold and long shower, trying to wash off the impure thoughts and the restlessness that crawls under his skin, and it almost works out.

Until.

Longer shower means he's late for breakfast, and being late for breakfast means Genji strolls in, sleep-marked and all tousled, and sits by his side, so close he can feel the warmth emanating from his skin.

And it's always been Genji, hasn't it, that awakens the worst of his instincts.

A few tense minutes later he's counting his breaths and he's being so loud about it that Genji turns and asks, "You feeling alright?", and he shakes his head and whispers, come to my room in five.

Shaking in anticipation as he paces the bedroom up and down, until Genji slips inside, and he's in the process of asking what the fuck is wrong with Hanzo when he's interrupted with a kiss.

It's absolute madness.

Mid morning, when everyone's home, when anyone could come looking for either of them. But he's aching, burning–maybe they can get away with it, maybe, if they're quick–

Genji pushes him away, "What are you doing, you're gonna get us killed!"

Behind him, Hanzo turns the lock, "It'll be fine," he says more to himself. "Everyone's busy, we have some time."

There's something of a smile tugging at the corners of Genji's mouth that's just delicious, but his eyes are still cloudy with concern, which is quite the role reversal, he suddenly realizes.

"Bro, listen, as lovely as this sounds, I just don't think your timing–"

"Genji, I can't believe I'm gonna say this–" He really can't believe he's gonna say, "–You're overthinking this. It's just a quick–" Hanzo winces at himself, "–fuck."

There's a second of pause and a warm hand slides over the front of his pants, feeling him, tracing Hanzo's hard cock with tentative fingers. He sucks in breath, shivering, shaking. His own hand goes to Genji's throat to shove him down to his knees; he goes easily.

"Shit, Hanzo," Genji's saying as he undoes Hanzo's buckle. "What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing... Yet."

Genji tries to retort, but Hanzo's already thrusting into his mouth.

In Genji's defense, even though his eyes keep fleeting from Hanzo's face to the floor-length window in front of which this whole exchange is taking place, he takes it well and proudly. Laps it up, hollows his cheeks exactly how he knows Hanzo likes.

It takes pretty much all of Hanzo's self-control to keep the moans from slipping out of him. They don't want to attract any attention, they can't be seen like this.

But sometimes... Fuck him, sometimes he wishes the whole world could see Genji's pretty little face as he deep-throats Hanzo's cock.

The orgasm takes him by surprise; he doesn't realize it's coming until it's too late to warn Genji. His little brother chokes on it, pulls back to breathe and some of it gets on his face, across the bridge of his nose, his lips.

It's good, it's delicious.

Hanzo needs more.

As Genji pushes up to his feet, wiping cum off his face and licking his fingers clean, Hanzo's already stepping into his space. Genji's arms wrap around Hanzo's shoulders for balance at the same time that he lets out a little gasp of surprise.

Hanzo's hand is already snaking into Genji's shorts. He did say this had to be quick.

"Fucking hell–" Genji tries to push him away, but his heart isn't in it. "Haven't you had enough?"

"I'm only returning the favor," Hanzo says as his hand wraps around Genji's erection. And just the feel of him is enough to send another wave of desire down every single nerve in Hanzo's body; his own cock twitches in response, already beginning to fill up again.

"Brother, please," Genji sounds just on the verge of desperate, trying to keep a clear head.

Hanzo never responds to his sexual invitations with such enthusiasm, let alone start them. He wishes he could take advantage of whatever planet positioning is influencing his brother's behavior, but it's just too dangerous – even for him – with the house full.

"Let's at least," he has to stop as a shiver rakes through him, "shut the curtains, maybe?"

Then there are lips on Genji's and he accepts the kiss, but pulls back quickly to check the window again. Hanzo steps away a second later to go do as he asked.

On his way back to his brother, he's already unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off. Maybe a little comforted by the darkened room, Genji too concedes and starts dressing down. They meet on the bed and Hanzo quickly pulls him into another kiss.

His blood is still boiling with need, a haze in his mind. For once he can't be bothered thinking about the what-ifs. They've kept their relationship a well-guarded secret for years now; even father never suspected a thing. They've gotten good at hiding.

So when Genji starts going on about not taking too long, he just shuts him up by saying, "I want you to take me."

There's a pause. Genji's eyes are so torn it's almost cute.

"Take you?" He stutters.

"Yes, brother," Hanzo purrs; he's never let Genji fuck him before, they always do it the other way around.

But today...

He wants to be ripped apart and put back together, he wants to be so full he can hardly breathe – he wants all the things he always wants and never indulges in.

Just thinking about it has his mouth watering enough to dribble down his chin.

"Come on," he insists and shuffles around on the bed to get down on all fours.

Again, there's a second of pause before Genji manages a reaction. He climbs off the bed to search the little table for lube, but Hanzo says, "No condoms," and he stops again.

"Are you sure?" With his eyes all wide.

"Have you been with anyone else lately?" Hanzo asks with an arch of his brow, though he knows full well the answer. And sure enough Genji shakes his head, no. "Then no condoms."

I need to feel all of you, is what he doesn't say out loud because Genji already looks shocked enough.

At first he's so gentle, one finger at a time slowly pushing into Hanzo, just testing the waters. But Hanzo pushes back against his hand, says, "Weren't you in a hurry?", and Genji gets the message – either that or he remembers all his reasons to concern.

The next minute he's wraping both hands on Hanzo's hips, lining up, finally going in. And yeah, they're going to be doing this a lot more often – Genji feels so good inside Hanzo that he laughs feverishly into the pillow, waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body.

"Can I–"

"Go."

It's not a request, suddenly. It's an order.

Genji follows.

They should've put music on, Hanzo suddenly realizes, because he is not gonna be able to keep from moaning. Genji's ruthless, probably in a hurry to finish, to give Hanzo what he wants – needs – so they can go back to being discreet about this whole thing.

Hanzo loves him a little bit more, both for taking on the responsible role in his place, but also for still being here.

Then – Genji's hands go cold against Hanzo's skin – there are knocks on the door.

His thoughts clear a little bit, the thrum of blood rushing in his ears dims down. Hanzo breathes to stabilize his voice before responding, "Yes?"

The voice comes muffled from the other side of the door, "Master Hanzo, sir, would you like your bedroom cleaned today?"

"Not now." Genji is literally shaking, he can feel it, and reaches back to take one of his hands. "And will you please call the office and tell them I'll be a bit late today?"

"Yes, sir," says the omnic butler. He seems to hesitate for a second, but decides to ask: "Are you feeling alright, sir? I couldn't help but notice you were also late for breakfast."

"I'm fine, don't you worry about it," Hanzo says, thinking the poor creature has no idea just how fine he is right now, with Genji's dick inside him. "I couldn't sleep last night, is all."

All truth.

"Yes, sir. Excuse me." And they can hear as the butler walks away from the door. Hanzo sighs in relief, grateful that he remembered the lock earlier.

With a shuddery breath, Genji slips out of him. When Hanzo turns around, he's sat down, visibly shaken.

"It's fine," Hanzo says. "He's gone."

Genji nods, attempts a smile. "My heart's fucking racing."

"Lie down, let me do the work now," Hanzo suggests, tugging at Genji's wrist, and Genji looks at him like he's mad.

"You want to keep going!?"

"No one will come knocking again." With enough coaxing, Genji lets himself be laid on his back and Hanzo quickly throws a leg over his middle, straddling him.

"What on Earth has gotten into you?" Genji asks and in response Hanzo just locks eyes with him as he slowly, inch by inch, sinks onto his dick.

It's only after both of them come again that he feels totally spent, satisfied, the fire at last put out. Genji is already going around collecting his things while Hanzo lies on the bed with cum leaking out of his ass, and he thinks he's finally found paradise.

"Brother," Hanzo calls when Genji makes it for the door.

He turns around, "What?"

There's a smile playing in his lips when he teases with, "Try not to look so suspicious, will you?"

Genji flips him off before he leaves.

#asks #shimadacest #genzo #hanzo x genji #hanzo/genji #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #my fics #it's alright han we all have our days

[dreadsuitsamus]

fuck it just gonna write a little bit about my selfship family with kensei under the cut bc i want to 🤷‍♀️

we end up having four kids, three sons and a daughter. the boys are close in age, with our oldest (dominic) being only three years older than the twins (beck and phoenix). mila came around when the twins were ten, and it was entirely unplanned and unexpected but not unwelcome at all! kensei loves the boys very much, but when our last baby was revealed to be a girl he was happy to have a change of pace. boys are messy 🫠 he spent so long being a boy dad though, that he had no clue how to parent a little girl lol so our little mila has grown up in a very rough and tumble lifestyle, with the boys being rowdy and playful and her father often joining in or even straight up just starting the chaos himself. there are plenty of times where we sit on the couch while kensei and the boys wrestle, but as the energetic little bug she is, she can't help but join in eventually in a vain attempt to save one of her brother's from daddy's clutches. my bastard husband likes to drag me into it too, literally 😵‍💫 fucker will grab my ankle and pull me off the couch, literally no one is safe in our house except for our orange cat julian, though even he usually ends up jumping on top of the pile.

our kids are well behaved and respectful, though rambunctious as all hell. it can be troublesome for me to get them to calm down on my own, though The Look™ usually chills them out. when all else fails, though, kensei's drill sergeant voice booming will get them to pipe down and relax.

dominic, our first born, looks just like kensei, but younger and with freckles. he's tall, has fluffy white/silver hair, though he has heterochromia! one eye is brown, just like kensei's, and the other is blue, like mine. when he was little he had the cutest chubby cheeks, though they quickly went away as he started growing up. he's a spitting image of his father, and i always joke that the one blue eye is just about the only proof i have that he came from me. i'm his favorite parent 🤭 he says that my cuddles are better than his dad's, since kensei is all muscle and i'm like a pillow and blanket combined, since i'm so warm.

beck and phoenix are identical twins, and kensei's genes have once again absolutely steamrolled my own, though mine did fight back more than with dominic. the twins are blond, and that is a win in my eyes!! their eyes are brown and they also end up being quite tall, as kensei is 5'10 and a half (he insists on the half) while i am 5'10 myself. my favorite part about them is just how funny they are. they make kensei laugh so hard he turns red and has to excuse himself to go wipe away his tears 💀 he has never gotten through a parent-teacher conference without laughing at whatever prank they pulled on the class, and the only reason i bring him along to those meetings anymore is so i won't do the laughing myself. kensei can stand their energy more than me, and so they tend to gravitate towards him a little more than me.

mila, my precious, sweet baby girl, is really just all me with her father's hair color and eye shape. and attitude. kensei insists she gets that from me too but i disagree. she has kensei and her brothers wrapped around her finger and i find it quite amusing watching her play them for fools. and that she did get from me. she's her brother's broke best friend, as anytime they go anywhere all she has to do is ask in that sweet little baby voice of hers if she can go too and that's it. they're gone, and so is their allowance and paychecks when they get old enough to work. she's decided when she grows up, she wants to be a lawyer and when she told kensei, he thought about how expensive college would be and asked her why she couldn't be a dumbass like the twins 🤦‍♀️ mila's favorite place to be is between me and kensei, and even at twelve years old she hasn't grown out of that yet, which is perfectly fine with us!

the boys found julian in the backyard one day after kensei had kicked them out of the house so baby mila and i could get some much-needed sleep. he was a small little kitten and when kensei looked into those little dark eyes he was hooked. i'm his favorite and sometimes, he's my favorite too lmao he's not very bright sometimes and is a crazy thing, but the muguruma family is batshit insane so he fits right in.

kensei and i are as close as ever, even with four kids, a cat, and full time jobs for the both of us. we've been through a lot during our marriage, some times darker than others, but the love has never wavered once. we're thick as thieves and it's us against the world, always. we go on two dates a week, and one of our favorite spots is a drive-in movie theater and all we do is makeout in the bed of his truck lmao we haven't actually watched a movie in years. he's got my name tattooed in beautiful cursive on his right hand, but i couldn't tell you the last time he referred to me by my name rather than 'babe', 'babygirl', or 'beautiful'. i just call him ken 💀

#ellie.talks #selfship #kensei selfship

[valleyrunearchives]

Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapters 1/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn't give up. He can't give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He'll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he'll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won't be so bad!

After all, it's not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn't even have a quirk, right?

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Izuku grins as he leaps off the ledge of a roof, feeling his stomach swoop in that familiar way that comes with jumping. If he could have chosen his quirk, he definitely would've picked something that would've allowed him to fly. The thrill that comes with it is addicting. Sadly, quirks don't get picked. And he is the unluckiest of souls.

His feet slam into the roof of the building next to the one he leapt from. He recalls some of the first times he was learning to roof hop. How the impact of his feet could cause him to grunt or wince at the rattling pain it sent through his legs. Now it's just second nature to him. No pain, no fear. Just the feeling of weightlessness.

Just as he's about to leap to another rooftop, a scream nearby catches his attention. It causes Izuku to whip his head around towards the sound. He moves to the edge of the rooftop and peers over it. He watches as a woman is pinned to the wall by a man much larger than her. 

The woman seems to flash tiny pinpoints of light from her body anytime she moves. Izuku squints and realizes it's the street light reflecting off the iridescent scales that line her face and body. A mutant type quirk then, either reptilian or ichthyic in nature. He doesn't immediately notice anything on the surface about the man. Probably has an Emitter or Transformation. He doesn't seem to be trying to use it so Izuku will have to be careful. He's going into a fight practically blind.

He'll find out in a minute anyway. He pulls the black mask out of his pocket and puts it on. After a quick mental calculation, he leaps off the building with his knees locked. He's free falling at a rapid pace towards the woman's attacker.

"Quit fighting me, bitch! Just give me what I wa-OOF!" 

The guy goes down hard as soon as his feet make contact with his shoulder. Bullseye , he thinks. He groans in immense pain as Izuku hops off his back. The woman looks at him in startled awe. He stares back at her, keeping his voice a bit on the lower side, "You should go before he manages to get back up."

She blinks for a second before nodding, "Yes… thank you… thank you so much!"

He nods back and watches as she takes off down the alleyway as fast as her heels will allow her. He turns back to watch the idiot of the hour who finally gets his feet under him again. The guy winces and holds his shoulder before looking at him in shock, "What the fuck…? You're just a stupid kid!"

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, congrats you have eyes. And you're just a dumbass who thinks that a flashy quirk gives you the ability to do whatever the hell you want."

"Shut up!" After that oh so intelligent statement, the crook's hands inflate to be three times the size they were. 

Transformation quirk, his analytical mind supplies, More than likely changes the cell structure of his hands to have more muscle, fat, and skin cells than normal. Useful in a fight and picking large things up. Loses its advantage with tighter spaces or small objects. Luckily, I've got both right now. I should rile him up. It'll get him to make more mistakes when trying to hit me.

"Seriously?" He taunts with a laugh, "Does that quirk work on your brain too? You kind of need a couple more cells up there to be smarter."

The guy growls angrily at the jab, "I said shut up! I'm gonna pound your face in for that!"

"Ooooh I'm sooo scaaared!" He fake whines, hands resting on his cheeks like a trembling maiden from old history videos. He then scoffs, "You really think I'm that worried considering I jumped down on you in the first place? If you want a fight," he smirks beneath his mask and drops into a defensive position, "I'll be happy to give you one."

An angry roar is his response. The thug lunges for him but, just as he thought, the tight space of the alley doesn't give him much room to maneuver. Izuku easily ducks under the swinging fist. It crashes into the wall with a loud shudder. He throws a quick punch at the guy's side, just under his ribs. He knows it won't hurt much but it will wind him. He ducks away again just as a large hand reaches for him. 

He giggles under his breath at the amount of trouble the guy's having. These guys are all the same. They think they can win everything just because they've got a quirk that normally makes people afraid. They continue their dance. Izuku keeps just far enough out of reach to really piss the guy off then having him punch the walls around them instead. He even makes the mistake of making his hands bigger. Izuku has to laugh out loud at that. You'd think he would learn that that wasn't working out as well as he had hoped. Oh well, no accounting for intelligence.

He leans back against the brick wall of one of the buildings, waiting for the guy to swing again. When he does he quickly ducks out of the way. The resulting slam of skin meeting brick wasn't as loud as the others. The guy also gives a shout of extreme pain. When he whips around to check, the guy's bent over clutching at his wrist. His hands are back to normal size and the one that just punched the wall is now bloody with the pinky and ring finger bent awkwardly out to the side. Yeah, those are definitely broken…

His quirk had been stopped someone. Izuku squints. He only knows one hero who can do that. 

"You… you brat…" the guy pants out, still clearly in pain, "What'd you do to me?!"

"Me? Nothing," he catches sight of floating hair at the mouth of the alley. He motions to the figure with his chin, "Might want to ask him though."

The guy looks over with a snarl before his eyes widen in shock. Izuku shifts to cross one leg over the other and lean against the wall as pro underground hero Eraserhead steps further into the alley. His goggles are resting on his face, hiding his eyes. "What's with this commotion? Some people are trying to work and sleep in peace."

"Nothin'," the guy huffs.

"Would the girl you were trying to attack earlier agree with you?" Izuku asks condescendingly.

"Oh? So you’ve tried to attack not one but two civilians tonight then? Not to mention the clear signs of destruction of public property," An eyebrow raises over those golden goggles, "Sounds interesting. And like something my good friend at the police station would like to hear. Doesn't it?"

"Like hell I'm going with you for any reason! Ain't no reason to take me in! This kid started it anyway!"

Izuku sniffs as the man tries to justify anything that he did that night. He's getting really tired of his mouth though. He should fix that. He does a quick angle check before pushing off the nearby wall high enough to deliver a swift yet harsh kick to the side of the thug's head. He crumpled with a moan of agony and didn't get back up. Izuku watches him for a moment before turning back to the pro, feigning nonchalance, "Well this has been fun! Bye now!"

He gets to the other end of the alley just as the gruff voice calls out, "Hold it."

He does stop but tenses up to be ready to bolt if Eraserhead makes a grab for him. A lowlife like the one he just knocked out has nothing on him. But pro hero Eraserhead with his capture weapon? He wouldn't stand a chance. Better to rely on the element of surprise. He glances over his shoulder as the man approaches. He sees just in the very corner of his vision that the crook is now in quirk suppression cuffs. 

Eraser's quick, that's for sure. 

It's quiet for a moment before the pro asks, "What's your name?"

"Gyokuto," he says easily. It’s the name he’s come to adopt when meeting anyone who asks for it during his nighttime escapades. It’s fitting it matches his mental image of himself so well. A little jade bunny who flees quickly and kicks even harder when he needs to. 

Even though he's still wearing his goggles, Izuku can almost feel the way his eyes narrow at him, "That's not your real name, is it?"

"You want a prize or something?" He shrugs snarkily, "You can call me Gyokuto… or Jade Rabbit, if that’s easier; Means the same thing after all. But that's all I'm going to give you."

"Sassy little problem child, aren't you? You know I could bring you down to the station, too, right? It's pretty illegal to be a Vigilante, in case you weren’t aware," he warns.

Izuku laughs sarcastically at that, "Please. You have no leg to stand on with that. I know the rules."

"Yet you claim I don't have a leg to stand on when you illegally stopped a crime with no hero license given that you are clearly a minor."

“Yeah, because the law says that ‘no use of quirks in heroic situations without a license, otherwise it’s counted as vigilantism and anyone is able to be charged by law.’ I didn’t use a quirk to take that guy down. As far as any police officer would be concerned, it would be justifiable self-defense without quirk usage. Ergo, no leg to stand on if you manage to bring me in and no charge of vigilantism against me,” he smirks again under his mask. He used to be nervous about doing what he did but when he remembered that little loophole, he knew he could use it to his advantage. He’s only had to about two times before now but it still gives him the same thrill when the heroes stare back in hopeless shock. He knows that Eraser finally understands his point too.

Eraserhead sighs deep and long as if he’s just been told the store was out of his favorite brand of coffee. Izuku scuffs his foot against the ground in boredom, “Look, Eraserhead, clearly you’re not going to get any info that you want out of me and you can’t take me in because, by technicality, I haven’t done anything wrong. Can I go now? It’s super late.”

The pro jolts at his words and stares at him for a long moment. Izuku’s a bit worried that he’s found a different reason to also slap him in cuffs. Instead, the man just questions, “How did you know who I am? I didn’t tell you my hero name nor is it publicized.”

Izuku feels sweat spring up on the back of his neck. Shit. He forgot about that. Hmm… he wonders if he can get away with a lie by reverting back to his younger fanboy self. No need to tell him that he’s been studying his movements as well as his techniques and tracking his patrol routes to avoid running into him as much as possible.

“I discovered you on an underground pro hero forum,” he lies easily, “I recognized you when you showed up by your capture scarf and distinctly colored goggles. They’re the only things that’s really noticeable and recognizable about your hero costume. Also because your hair floats when using your Erasure quirk. You’re honestly one of my favorite underground heroes.”

That last part wasn’t a lie actually. Of everyone on the underground scene that he knows about, Eraserhead is the one that he trusts the most to uphold what it means to be a hero. He doesn’t fight for status or money. He fights for those who can’t fight for themselves. The homeless, the hurting, the missing without a trace. Each one Eraserhead pays attention to because all the heroes in the limelight don’t for one reason or another. It almost makes him believe in heroes again.

Almost.

Eraser seems to accept that well enough; Shrugging it off nonchalantly. Movement behind the pro pulls Izuku’s attention. He discreetly checks around him towards it to see what’s going on. It seems their friend was finally awake and trying to take advantage of the lapse in people paying attention to him to slip away. “Uh… Eraserhead?” He says, “The guy? He’s uh… trying to get away.”

“What?!” The older man turns sharply. The crook freezes up as he realizes he’s been noticed. Eraser throws out his capture scarf to try and snag him but the man ducks out of the alley just as the scarf reaches him. “Dammit! Stay here kid!” 

The scarf is rewound around his neck as the pro takes off after the criminal. Izuku blinks a few times at where Eraser was standing before his face takes on a more deadpan look, mumbling to himself, “Does he really think I’m just going to stand here and wait for him to come back? Is he really that naïve?”

No one responds to him, as expected. He entertains the thought of actually waiting for the pro to come back. If only just to see what would happen. Fuck it, he thinks and turns to walk out of the alley from the other end of it to throw the hero off if he does come back, I’m a stupid kid but not that stupid. Top favorite underground hero or no, who knows what would happen if I stayed? Not like he could help me with anything anyway.

#izuku midoryia #aizawa shouta #vigilante izuku #bamf izuku midoriya #genius izuku midoriya #homeless izuku midoriya #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic

[blondrichclosetwitch]

But her friend is nowhere to be seen, and she's hooked to the silver screen, but the film is a saddening bore for she's lived it ten times or more

“ …cause I wrote it ten times or more.”

I hate to inform you but I have my own fucking plan

I went home with the waitress, just like I always do

Send lawyers, guns and money

The shit has hit the fan

Lately, I've not slept a wink since this half-pint imitation put me on the blink

“I don’t know if you’ve seen that film, or remember seeing it, but I’ll tell you……..I had a good time.”

I'm not sleeping

There's something about you, girl, that makes me sweat

I can't talk about anything else instead of you

I'm trying to

You better catch me or I'll kill you

And why can't you look me in the face?

But I shouldn't put any questions to you that I don't really want the answers to

Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness

Y'all want us dead

just 'cause the skin is the black type (ah)

I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it

we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig

engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (skrrt)

Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit

Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina

So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds and fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down

We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now

'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the fuck now?"

They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim

We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need

We done with pain and the grievin, but put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott

I want you so bad, Babe

It's driving me mad, it's driving me mad

Don't look at the carpet, I drew something awful on it. Can’t you see?

“No touch!”

I'll never touch you

Bring your alibis*

We are programmed to receive*

It’s not easy for me to talk about

You should've known better than to have let her get you under her spell of the weather

I got you where I want you, you're deader than ever and falling for forever

I'm playing head games with you

If you should ask, then maybe they’d tell me what I would say

Let it go

Because of you I need to rest, oh yes*

Because it's you that sets the test

And the road is coming to its end

Now the damned have no time to make amends

Neptune City

…and no one will help us

Oh, watch out, watch out I'm cheating on you

My hands are red

My hands are red from sealing your red lips

Neptune City (if you have three planets in pisces, this is your jam)

You starve and near exhaust me

Stalked in the forest, too close to hide

“I said that lie already.”

By blood we're bound

Honestly I kinda always trance out on the married song, so I dunno

Don't ask me what I think of you

Might not give the answer that you want me to

Lauren: There's a voice I always trust; it’s friendly helping hand tells me leave, I must

“Baby, forgive me.”

And the world's got me dizzy again

You'd think after 22, I'd be used to the spin

And it only feels worse when I stay in one place

So I'm always pacing around or walking away

But it all boils down to one quotable phrase

“If you love something give it away”

You may be offended and you may be afraid, but don't walk away, don't walk away

It's four o'clock, it's got to stop

Tell him, "Take no more"

Apologies to future me's and you's

I'm not gonna end up a nervous wreck like the people I know who are nervous wrecks

Though I'm not gonna name names

(Yours was an exception)

We gotta go back

You know I love your art

The ocean washed over your grave

And when the mirror breaks I wouldn't miss it for the world

Call it blackstar, call it painstar

Or stare into the face of whatever it is that's facing you

Did they tell you...

Did they tell me...

What happened to you?

(It'll take some time

But somewhere down the line

We won't be)

Love never fails

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast-

Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres-

You set me free, I set you free

(Life is sad and so is love)

Worth noting not the news is :51, starting to track that number: a fortune teller, a sea bird feather

(Also worth noting that when I asked Steel in 2020 if the Tarot Reader had anything to do with his death, he told me to hit shuffle and not the news started to play. I still remember the gasp coming out of my mouth. That was probably the beginning of clarity.)

4:59 pink rabbits which is so fucking loaded I can’t even

Years in the makin, and don't y'all mistake it

You know careers take off, just gotta be patient

Most of y'all gon' squeal

Most of y'all just envy, but jealousy get you killed

Most of y'all throw rocks and try to hide your hand

Because it's all in your eyes, most of y'all tell lies

Something happens when everybody finds out

You don't know me, -, I done changed

Now I am older, I'm getting so much bolder with my head up high(I was half a second late)

I'm stalkin' and walkin' you're my movie star

What you think of this idea:

You and me and no-one else

Your friends at work will disappear

And that guy you're with he was never there

Every night rewind the dream

Tv static sex in flame

Its comin' down real fast in my mind I will not live without you you you

(This playlist has been going since 10:58 am)

Oh, William

If you have to go, I will get by

I will follow you and see you on the Other Side

(might as well add that when this would play in 2017, it would accompany a scene of fake Stella convincing Psychic Jakk to kill himself (to join her on the other side), so it’s not my favorite memory)

I fear the whole world is starting to believe you

#today is a 22/04