#���ᡣ𐭩 my writing

[lizdive]

more nameless sunday because people seem to like the concept ! — i.

⭑ I’d like to think SUNDAY is something of a musical instrument collector with the whole choir thing. Which is why I think he’d really enjoy admiring the traditional instruments of the various planets. Sometime’s he’ll indulge and buy the instruments, but it’s very rare. If you ever want to get him a gift, just get him an instrument native to one of the planets the express visits and he’ll be overjoyed.

⭑ also, probably does a lot of research on the express’ next destination. Sometimes he’ll use the data bank when he’s able to do so but if he can’t he’ll just use his phone. He wants to be prepared.

⭑ he’s so used to getting messaged by workers and informants and important people from penacony so it’s weird at first for him to not see the various messages flooding his messaging app. Just the astral express group chat, pompom’s solo contact, and your solo contact which he has pinned to the top.

⭑ tea time with pompom when he’s not out on a mission ! you’re always free to join. If you don’t like tea you can enjoy the sweets and if you don’t like sweets you can just sit and talk or relax.

⭑ doesn’t particularly enjoy going on missions during molting season. SUNDAY would prefer if he could stay on the express and deal with his wings. He’ll make up for his absence by going (or at least offering, he doesn’t want to intrude) on the next mission.

⭑ when there are visitors on the express, especially people from penacony, he’ll hide in his or your room. I doubt he’d make many friends from the various missions. Acquaintances at best, but never friends. He’ll leave that to march and the trailblazer — maybe even you if you’re a social butterfly but if not you both can just chill in the cart with the rooms.

⭑ will always grab the first thing next to him after the warp jump. He gets a bit dizzy from it and even after he’s been an astral express member for a while it doesn’t go away.

⭑ also, he’s not used to using the space anchors. If he falls or stumbles PLEASE do not laugh he will get embarrassed and hide his side view with his wings.

⭑ polishes his pass on the daily. SUNDAY’s very protective of it, too. You and pompom always reassure him that he can always get another one if he somehow lost it or if it was damaged during a mission, but he’s very attached to the one he currently has.

⭑ likes herta’s space station because he can watch all the researchers and learn a thing or two, but he also doesn’t like it because the researchers always want to experiment on him since he’s halovian. you’ll act like his personal shield there. how you deal with the bad kind of researchers is up to interpretation.

[sematarygirls]

 🌾 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── introducing marshgirl!reader

social recluse .ᐟ  morbid curiosity.  1212.  animal bones.  animal figurines.  porcelain dolls.  lace. cobwebs.  mud-stained boots.  crows.  rocking chairs.  vintage music boxes.  pressed flowers.

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who only rarely goes into town, only making the trip when it's absolutely necessary, which leads to a plethora of rumors and legends surrounding her and her home by the marsh. some say she's crazy, some say she's not human, some even speculate she kills people out there, the secluded nature of the marsh making it so no one can hear her victims scream.

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who has off-putting behavior that freaks people out. she has a tendency to stare unsettlingly long at people without blinking and is hyper aware of sounds. she tilts her head, listening to things no one else can seem to hear, which makes her seem paranoid and strange. she can also identify people by how they walk, saying she can hear the "true rhythm" of their footsteps.

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who offers gifts of small birds, animal bones, and small, hand-carved wooden sculptures as offers of friendship because she claims they're "good luck."

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who rarely speaks, especially when not spoken to first, but when she does, her voice is low and soft, almost a whisper, as if she’s afraid of being overheard. she says cryptic, unnerving things like, “the marsh knows secrets people forget," and "the whistling of the wind is the screams of the damned."

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who always smells faintly of wet moss, wood smoke, and something metallic, which lingers after she’s gone and makes people uneasy without knowing why. she often has sticks and leaves in her hair, a long skirt with mud caked onto the ends, and is always seen in the same pair of worn, dirty boots.

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who decorates her home with windchimes made of bones and bits of glass that create eerie sounds when the wind blows. she claims they protect her family and keep away unwelcome spirits.

.ᐟ    marshgirl!reader who has been sheltered by her father since she was born, so she doesn't understand "normal" social cues. she doesn't realize when people are mocking her, and in turn, believes rafe is genuine when he shows up to her home, showing interest in her.

           ୭ৎ marshgirl!reader works below .ᐟ

    00. marshgirl!reader playlist.

    01. rafe makes a bet regarding marshgirl!reader.

    02. rafe shows up at your house.

 

[pomegranatears]

I don't want anything unreasonable. I just need to sit on my sweet boy's lap, drape one arm around your neck, move my other hand down your torso, and make you cum in your pants 🥺

I want to see the way your lips part and a low gasp escapes when you feel my fingers against the bulge in your pants. I know you want them out, puppy, but mommy doesn't want to move away, so I guess they're staying. I'm not telling you to cum, why are you worried about that, baby? I'm just touching you, have you got no self-control?

Squirming and panting under my touch would just lead to me grabbing your hair to pull your head back to expose your neck. Mommy would kiss the soft skin while rubbing your clothed cock and keeping your head in place ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

I can only wonder how long it would take for you to make a mess

[casiia]

bubble bath with simon 🙏🏽😫

— ༉‧₊˚. simon 'GHOST' riley; rainy days.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, afab ! reader, choking, kinda pervy simon, heavily unedited.

.: masterlist.

when simon opens the door alarm bells run through his head. the first thing he sees is you; standing in front of him with mascara running down your blushed cheeks. you’ve been crying? he’s trying to think about what he could’ve done to make you this upset, normally you’d just call him and give him a piece of your mind — but never show up at his front door.

that’s when he takes in the rest of your appearance, damp hair, and a white top that’s clinging to your chest. he swallows and follows the curve of your breast, the material had turned translucent and he can see your hard nipples.

it takes every bone in his body to tear his eyes away and look back up to your face, and immediately he’s relived. although he’s been caught in his pervy stare, you’re not mad at him. a smirk grows on your puffy lips as you push past him, getting out of the rain that patters at his windows. you rub your hands up and down your arms hoping that it’d soothe the cold that’s washed over you — but you’re only squeezing your breast together, and simon kisses his teeth.

you had woken him up from a nap with your obnoxious knocks, so he was well aware of the ‘morning wood’ that you were glancing down at. simon’s brain was still all fuzzy, he couldn’t decipher if he was still dreaming or if you were actually standing in his living room. fully dressed but completely exposed to him.

he watched as you kick your shoes off, and dramatically flopping down onto his leather couch. panic surges through him again; did he forget about plans you made?

your outfit was anything but fancy, so nothing too important. his tight shoulders ease when he finally hears your voice. “i missed you.”

he’s not in trouble. simon rubs his eyes and almost sighs in relief. his gaze catches onto your cheeks, the smudged mascara making his brain go wild. he knows it was from the rain, but he wants to imagine that it was from his dick.

stuffing your mouth full of his cock, tears brimming your eyes as you gag on it. he has a fist full of your hair, watching the mascara run down your cheeks as he fucks your face.

his balls tighten and he can’t look at you anymore. not when you’re lying on his couch and leaving little to the imagination — your knees knocked apart, and your arms stretched above your head.

simon's been standing in the same spot since he opened the door. he hasn't said a word, you'd think he hasn't acknowledged you or your abrupt presence. but that is far from the opposite — simon's been admiring you from the moment he saw you standing in the rain. his mind clouded with lust and love; how effortlessly beautiful you are, how your eyes gleam in the dimly lit sky. with droplets of water running down your forehead, and makeup smudged on your skin, he can't believe you're his. and he wants you.

"simon?"

he blinks, and you're standing in front of him with your head tilted to the side. your cold fingers sliding under his wife beater, he shivers and rolls his shoulders back.

you can feel the goosebumps on his skin as you continue to trace along his defined muscles, your lips turn up when you feel him flex under your touch. he still hasn't said a word to you, just staring at you with his jaw clenched.

"you sore, baby?" you asks, removing your hands from under his tank and rubbing up and down his biceps. you squeeze his arms lightly and flutter your eyes up to meet his. a dazed glare.

you can only scoff light heartedly when he still doesn't open his mouth to reply. you know he knows what you're doing, you just can't tell if it's going in your favor or not.

technically you didn't lie. you did miss him, but you couldn't stop thinking about his throbbing cock and how much you missed being stuffed full of him. he'd been working so much recently, only meeting you at your place for dinner or a quick conversation. simon had been neglecting you, whether he knew it or not. so it'd be dumb of you to not come over on his only day off.

you pinch him lightly, with a pout. "earth to simon, are you even listening to me?"

simon only swallows when he looks down at you, your arms crossed over your chest. a cute little frown playing on your lips, he wants nothing more than to shove his fingers or his aching cock into that bratty mouth of yours.

"you're going to get a cold." he finally says. motioning towards your soaked clothes, and he bites the inside of his cheek when he sees your almost bare breast. they're teasing him in the worst way possible, he wants to rip that sheer shirt off and suck on your taut nipples. but he can't.

"take a bath with me, then?" you asks, chewing on your bottom lip. you're dragging him through the house by the hem of his shirt. and he before he knows it, you're stripping in front of him.

he must still be dreaming, he doesn't want to look away — afraid that if he even blinks he'll wake from what surely must be a dream.

you are bent over the tub and squeezing a bottle of one of your soaps into the running bath. you squeeze your thighs together, and look back at him from over your shoulder. "y'just gonna stand there?" you're teasing him, and normally he would do something about that, but he's confused. did you come over in the rain to fuck?

his question is answered when you tug his boxers down, your thumb brushing the precum that dribbles from his slit. simon hisses before grabbing your wrist, squeezing it lightly. you only roll your eyes and shake his grip off, pulling his wife beater off and nudging him towards the bubble filled tub.

simon sinks into the large bath, his arms hanging over the rim as he waits for you to join him. water spills over the edges as you sit in front of him, but he doesn't care. not when your ass is pressing into his throbbing cock.

you moan softly, leaning back into his chest. you rest your head on his shoulder and turn to kiss his collarbone. shifting in his lap, you nonchalantly grind against him.

"you're a naughty lil' thing," simon grunts. his hands sink under the water and squeeze your hips roughly, stilling your movement. he kisses the shell of your ear before letting one of his hands travel between your thighs.

you inch your hips forward, grabbing his hand and guiding it to your clenching cunt. "i don't know what you're talking about." you mumble, grunting when he squeezes your inner thigh.

"i don't like liars." simon tuts in your ear, and his other hand sneaks towards your front. wrapping his fingers around your throat, he squeezes lightly and taps your jugular with his index finger. "you missed me?"

a whimper slips from your parted lips, and you're suddenly very aware of his large erection that presses into the small of your back. "i missed you, needed you." you mutter, your words are raspy from his his hand around your neck.

"needed me," simon repeats. and as much as he wants to tease you —to break you, he needs you just as much.

under the water, he slips his fingers between your fold. at your sharp gasp, he continues; rubbing your clit with his thumb, he presses his middle finger against your hole.

"p-please." you plead, your back arching off of his chest causing water to splash around in the tub. bubbles cover your breasts and collarbone.

simon only hums, he slips two fingers into your clenching cunt. removing his hand from around your neck, he trails it down to your chest and rolls your nipple between his index and thumb.

burying your face into the crook of simon's neck, you whine when he curls his fingers inside of you. squeezing your thighs together around his forearm, you babble incoherently into his damp skin. his pace is slow and controlled, just how you like it. his thumb is firm as he rubs slow circles and patterns along your puffy clit.

your orgasm comes much too quickly, and you're slouched against his chest. your breath is shaky and when he begins to move from behind you your eyes widen, "w-wait, give me a second." you say, and you can feel simon tugging you up from the warm water.

"enjoy your break, 'cause you're not gettin' any sleep t'night."

[l13]

i love all the writing you’ve done on jonathan ohnn/the spot ITS AMAZING

but i just know that pre-collider spot is such a pervert towards reader like stalking her on social media legit screenshotting her posts and saving them to his phone… you post one picture of you in a bikini AND HES CUMMING IN HIS PANTS that man would do anything for you just to go out on one date with him or even notice him. (which i mean reader can clearly notice him by the way he always stares at her while at work, she just knows him as the “weird guy” at alchemax)

i'm gonna lose my miiiiiiiind

tw: LAZY WRITINGGG, f!reader, pervert!jonathan, m!masturbation, not proofread (it's 2am pls)

Not only is he stalking your socials daily, he's surprised when you greet him one day at work. He waves at you, but it's so awkward that he cringes.

He only goes at work outings just to see you all dressed up. He's glad that the places they go to are always packed, and that his blatant staring isn't obvious. He's literally sitting at the bar, alone, watching as you dance- a shy grin on his face as he sees you laugh with your head thrown back. Fuck, you were gorgeous.

If you guys ever worked on the same project while at the lab, he'd absolutely be losing his shit internally. He's seriously PANICKING.

Keeps side eyeing you as he pretends to work, but he really can't concentrate with you being in arms-reach at all times. Your perfume is clouding his brain, and he thinks that he needs to find out what brand it is and buy it, IMMEDIATELY. You say his name suddenly and his head snaps up to you as you start talking to him about smth work-related. Jonathan is nodding along to your words even though he's not hearing a single thing that's coming out of your mouth. He's too busy staring at the way your lips move as you talk.

"-but I don't know if that would be a good idea. What do you think?"

"Huh- 'm sorry what?" he's swallowing around nothing as he watches you chuckle softly, shaking your head, and he's scrambling to find something to say- throwing up a lame excuse of having a headache, anything to justify him acting like a caveman.

Literally replays the whole 3 second of this interaction in his head when he's home, and curses himself for being so pathetic.

The next day when he's still stuck working alongside you, (not that he minds in the slightest, it's just really, really hard for him to get any work done) you're invading his personal space, wanting to grab some papers that were left on his desk, and instead of going around him, you stretch and grab them from right next to him, and he swears he felt your tits brush against his arm-

that night he, once again, replays that day's interaction in his head, but this time he's whimpering while thinking about it, trying to remember the way you felt pressed against his arm even if it was for mere seconds.

He can't help but lower his briefs guiltily, biting his lip at the sight of his painfully hard cock. He wraps a hand around himself, closing his eyes shut, his mind immediately conjuring an image of you naked and panting for him-

"Fuh-fuck. Please fuck me, baby. Want y'so bad, shit-"

❥ weeks later ->

this might sound dumb BUT what if he's showing you smth on his phone and he goes to close the app, but when he does his social media is pulled up right next to that, your profile on display. Cold dread washes over him in a MILLISECOND, and he's yanking his hand back and away from you, closing all apps in lightning speed.

You're stunned, obviously. You wouldn't have thought anything of it, i mean checking someone's social media is not weird after all- but the way he reacted? That spoke volumes. And satisfaction pulls at your belly when you watch this man literally fight for his life. He's stuttering, readjusting his glasses constantly, even when he doesn't need to. And you're just sitting there watching him, trying to hide your smile by biting your lip softly.

"Jonathan.. d'you have anything to say to me?"

"What? N-no! Why would I?"

you shrug, "I dunno. You tell me,"

"Just, y'know.. I thought about following you since we work together 'n all..."

you hum, looking at him through your eyelashes, not believing him for a second, "Did you like my pictures?"

"What?!"

"You heard me,"

"Uh.. y-yeah. They were really nice."

Jonathan freezes when you scoot closer to him, one hand falling to his thigh "Yeah? S that what you do for fun, Jonathan? Stalk my profile?"

"No!-"

you click your tongue, leaning in to graze his ear with your teeth and he's shivering "Tell me the truth."

"Fuck... I.." his pretty lashes flutter when you squeeze his plush thigh, your hand inching dangerously close to his bulge-

You wait four more seconds, and when he still doesn't answer, your hand falls on the outline of his cock, and you're squeezing him over his pants. He moans, and you have to clamp a hand over his mouth to silence him bc of how loud he was. You were still at work, after all.

"Answer me, baby." you mutter against his jaw, and his eyes roll back as he whimpers, the sound muffled by your palm.

"Mffyesh- I do, fuck, I look at you all the damn time-"

You coo at that, starting to rub him over his pants "Yeah? I bet you touch yourself to my pictures too.. God, you're disgusting."

he nearly sobs, "I am, I am-! M sorry, just want you so bad- Please, I'm sorry- You're perfect, I couldn't help it,"

[cubtales]

dash is silent... argenxi sketch to close out the night ૮ ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

[osarina]

im honestly shocked ur not pursuing a career in writing/literature in the first place bc the civzai series is just absolutely insane?!?! like hands down the best bsd series fic I've read on this app,, ur writing just sounds so well thought out and educated like wowww id buy a book from you if you ever wrote one 😭😭

YOU ARE SO SWEET I WILL CRY <333 my dream is to pursue a career in writing but unfortunately i had to put it to the side bc its just not a stable enough income unless you get very lucky and my parents really pushed me into the field that im in hahah. in an ideal word </3 i would be pursuing a career in writing </3 but thank you nonnie, you warm my lil heart i love u so much

[toruland]

man..

fics just don’t hit me like they used to

[sirenedeslily]

Imagine you find out your not lesban💀💀how embarrassing would it be lol

call me crazy but i don’t remember ever coming out on here in the first place?? not only are you making assumptions about me but you’re being disrespectful about it.. what’s embarrassing is coming at me for simply having a multi blog and using it as such x_X let’s get off anon and THEN you can talk all ur shit..

[solvisun]

Just wanted to let you know that you’re the only one I trust when it comes to writing for accurate, scrumptious, soul-defining Tsukishima works, Solvia. It’s just so life-changing in all positive ways possible !! 🫶

eumy stopp im 🥹 gonna cry. i actually think i’m making him too soft & uncharacteristic for his canon nature but then i always recall that scene where yamaguchi confronts kei & how he grew to respect him deeper for it, their backstory and how they met, and realize THIS MAN IS SOFT and i want to write him that way regardless of how others perceive/write for him. my fics are purely self-indulgent anyway 🥰

[bluemerakis]

So does anybody perhaps have advice on how to write a gender neutral character? I’ve only ever written for a female character due to it being what I’m familiar with, but I’d love to expand and make my writing more inclusive. I really strive to create an immersive experience for my readers and I want that to include a gender neutral aspect as well. All tips are really appreciated!! :)

[sematarygirls]

 🦢 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── introducing swan!reader

hopeless romantic .ᐟ  kook princess.  444.  pearls. classical music.  vintage postcards.  porcelain figurines.  satin sheets.  fine china.  pink &&. white. vanilla lip gloss.  sugar cookies.  dior.  vw bugs. ribbons &&. bows.  forget-me-nots.  soft candlelight.

              ୭ৎ swan!reader works below .ᐟ

꒰ swan!reader &&. rafe first meeting ꒱

꒰ swan!reader's favorite music ꒱

[tetzoro]

hehe its me again miss aims!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ i just had a quick q since i’ve been gone so long….but who is this handsome mihawk fellow i see on your arm around town!! eeeeep!! i need to know EVERYTH ab you two!!! ꒰ ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ ilysm sweetness MWAH!!

chlobun !! picking you up and twirling you all around hehehe oh my gosh … so mihawk .. flops on the bed and kicks my feet up in the air !i’ve liked him for awhile but this last week or so .. oof . something fundamentally changed! putting it under the cut bc. it’s a lot :(

i’m going to ramble about him im so sorry. he’s a one piece character and he’s lowkey zoro’s rival but also mentor .. it’s complicated >_< so of course i’m going to throw myself in the middle of all that !!

he’s the strongest swordsman in the world and he’s just sooo sassy yet aloof. he is definitely a more stoic character but i know he’s got the most beautiful heart T^T deep down . but we do see rare glimpses of it every once in awhile (in his own way … ) he gives off a lone wolf vibe but also lowkey vampire vibes hehe.

mihawk loves to read the newspaper, drink his wine, train and tend to his garden (he’s restoring the land he lives on). and i just !!!!! want to live with him in his great big house and run around in my little see through nightgowns and and and ( ྀི o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ) !!!

some could say the selfship has elements of darker romance that i am slowly talking more about teehee but we love each other very much T^T too much. 😏 he sort of rescued me from the marines (i wanted out and saw an opportunity which he reluctantly had to go along with) but ofc overtime he warms up to me and finds that he doesn’t mind the companionship ^_^ things blossom from there and well . . . things very much escalate from there !!!

[bakery-anon]

Well…I certainly got an idea for the essay- a much more depressing one 🧍🏻‍♀️

[gynaiko]

❝ I want the truth. Am I a mistake to you? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤThe truth? Wha-?ㅤOctavia’s question strikes her like a landing blow, catching her in a stupor that is unheard for Stella. All she can do in that moment is stare at her daughter, teacup poised comically in the air by her delicate talons; emerald orbs widened, processing the weight of the unspoken implications… ones she has to clarifyㅤ[ a… mistake? How could she even think that Stella would— ]ㅤbut the tragedy in them stirs something defensive in her. But her observations, no matter how astute, aren’t always preciseㅤ( she’s a lot less smart than she’d like to be, a fact that she’d take to her deathbed )

ㅤㅤㅤHer exhale is a deliberate & delicate movement; a routine from start to finish, with Octavia’s soft & pleading gaze being the only thing that tempers her ( in anger? Annoyance? Incredulity? ) shock,ㅤ❛ Dear, is that how you believe your mother thinks of you? ❜ㅤnot the most sugar-coated words, but Stella knows nothing of kindness or delicacy towards offspring; but where lacked in her youth, she tries a little more in that regard…ㅤ❛ No, Octavia; you’re not a mistake, ❜ㅤ( she swallows thickly, mourning for the comfort she never received; no, her daughter isn’t a mistake, not like Stella is )ㅤdespite her best efforts, her words are brutally precise; clinical & direct, for these are untreaded waters,

ㅤㅤㅤTo soften her gaze is to display weakness, & it’s not something Stella even knows how to do despite her best efforts; her expression remains guarded, but there’s something in the eyesㅤ( remember:ㅤthe eyes give it away, always )ㅤ❛ Hear me now: I may not always… I’m not—ㅤthe best at expressing in a way you’d like, ❜ㅤhow you need,ㅤ❛ But that doesn’t mean I think you’re a mistake; you’re my daughter, & you carry the family name. That alone makes you important, worthy, ❜ㅤFor Stella, to be wrong & not fit the mold of what your purpose—ㅤNo, her daughter is no such thing; she is perfect…ㅤ❛ Mistakes are… regrets, Octavia. While there are certainly things in my own life I’d rather have done differently, you, love, are not one of them. Do your best to remember that, ❜ㅤher voice sharpens slightly, almost as though daring her to challenge her sincerity…

ㅤㅤㅤShe pauses, taking the time to adjust her posture & smoothing down her feathers, before meeting Octavia’s gaze directly. Her expression is ice but… not devoid of maternal softness,ㅤ❛ Don’t ask foolish questions like that again; you’re stronger than that; don’t let anyone, even me, make you doubt your worth. Who put such nonsense in your head? Was it your father? I’m going to have a talk with him, ❜ㅤbah, no matter… Stella has better things to do than ponder that mess;ㅤStella’s fingers twitch, & for a moment it almost looks like she wants to reach out to physically comfort Octavia… but thinks better on it, turning her attention to drinking her tea,

[osarina]

YOU RUINED ME!!! I CANNOT READ ANY OTHER FANFIC BECAUSE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!!! I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS

HELPPPPPP HAHAHAHH IM GIGGLING MY MOST SINCERE APOLOGIES <33333