#Riley Writes

[rileyisclass]

It's not like From fans are more transmisogynistic than other fandoms. It's basically the same. So society at large.

But man can you see the contrast between Gywndolin trap jokes and vitriol at any trans reading of Miquella.

They'd fuck us, but we aren't people to empathise with.

I find Miquella super relatable. I too was a boy who wanted to grow to womanhood. I know how discarding the part of yourself that's a girl, numbs you to yourself and the world. But you feel you should do it, out of shame or the expectations of society.

It's deeply sad and speaks to my own life. St. Trina is part of Miquella and he needs to accept her.

But if you don't feel any of that, If Miquella just makes you think of abandoning other hopes or things that brought joy, for a job or out of fear of shame from family or friends, then okay.

But you should go "Maybe our experiences aren't irreconcilably different. I sorta see how that feels." And not "Damn transses, pushing their agenda on everything."

[wheresmycontent]

Pieces [Windbreaker]

Wooin x Reader [afab]

Note: random hcs that came to mind about this boy.

C|TW: mention of dub-con, nsfw,

★ Nobody knows you and he’d like to keep it that way! You’re his! He’s not going to flaunt you around like a trophy. The less eyes on you, the better. Sure, Wooin wants you all to himself but he does this since people would love a chance to humble him. It’d really suck if you got caught up in his mess. The thought alone makes him want to eat glass!

That doesn’t stop Wooin from taking you out though. He’ll just take you to places away from his usual scene. Your dates can be more private that way.

★ As much as he loves a good rush of adrenaline he isn’t too eager to put you in danger. Yet he can’t seem to stop with the public quickies. The thought of someone seeing you indecent excites him. He genuinely tries not to ruin your image with his reputation. So it’s funny to think it could all go to waste because of a quick fuck in an empty stall.

The way you fidget and jump at every little sound makes it even better. You can hardly appreciate the way he rolls your clit between his forked tongue, too scared to relax. But you have no choice but to loosen up since Wooin isn’t stopping until you cum twice on his tongue.

★ Don’t ever bring Wooin into those jealous boyfriend trends. Any joke about you cheating or flirting with other guys is enough to fuck up his whole mood. It’s the best way to get him to disappear for a couple of days without a word. It’s not funny to him and never will be since he’s very possessive and just hates the thought of you being with someone else.

★ Have your friends, have your family, be social, be merry! Do whatever you want! Just don’t forget who you belong to and what he’d do if you ignore him for too long. He’s never been the clingy type but there’s something about you that has him in a chokehold. He can’t go more than two days without you. When you’re apart he’s texting you often and if you don’t respond he’s going to blow up your phone.

★ Sends nudes and videos of him masturbating to the thought of you. You’ve made the mistake of opening the messages around people, his obnoxious groaning filling the room the minute you clicked on his name. You don’t have to send them but he does love taking pictures of you. Some are off guard and unflattering, few are heavily suggestive, and a handful are videos of him playing with your pussy.

Just to have when he’s not around.

★ He loves thighs. He smacks them any time he passes you and usually bites them when he’s laying in your lap. He has plenty of pictures of your thighs covered in hickeys and or cum. They’re so soft and warm, he can’t get enough. You could make his day by walking around in nothing but a shirt and panties. Even better when you sit on his face and smother him between those luscious thighs.

★ Wooin never becomes less annoying. He teases you a lot and is quick to bother you when the opportunity comes. It’s lighthearted and sickeningly domestic though. Not meant to really upset you so if you hate something he does let him know. Don’t expect him to read your mind then blow up on him months later when you finally reach your breaking point.

Note: I’ve never read windbreaker, I don’t plan to. So I’m sure this is ooc, but then again most -if not all- hcs are.

[dutifulriley]

Excerpt from current wip:

“What did she want to see you about?” Ballister asked, and Ambrosius’s heart went from golden and buoyant to heavy as stone in the space of a breath.  “Nothing much,” he said, and it came out so easily it didn’t even feel like lying. Hardly anything did, anymore. “Some papers she wants me to sign after the joust tomorrow.” “Actually read them, this time,” Ballister said, and Ambrosius rolled his eyes at him, coming to sit on the bed.  “Yes, father,” he said, and Ballister grimaced.  “Don’t call me that when I’m about to kiss you.” Ambrosius laughed. “Yes, my beloved, cynical, and not at all related to me Sir Ballister Surname Undetermined As Of Yet who only sometimes fusses over me like I assume a parent does.” “They really don’t,” Ballister said, smiling ruefully. “This is all for you, lover.”

[rileysletters]

Frozen in Time (Forever and Always)

You told me "forever" that's not what you meant. You used to say "always", but that was another lie.

It was only three years; A short time to spend. Blinked away in an instant; Discarded like trash. Rejected. Replaced.

I don't remember much, but you gave me my name. I can remember the stories, the sound of your voice. I remember your nicknames, the jokes, all your favorite things. After all this time, I doubt they're still the same.

You used to be so shy, afraid to speak up. You've blossomed and bloomed, and grown so much.

I've watched from afar, sending a "heart" or a "like". Just another asshole, anonymous in a sea of names.

Sometimes I wonder, if you ever think of me. If I ever cross your mind. If the times we shared ever come up. I can't believe they would. I never mattered that much.

Still I stay, frozen in time. Reliving the past. Replaying the conversations, laughing at old jokes.

It's been over ten years since you left; tore a hole in my life. I've built and rebuilt. Expanded. Rebranded. Moved along.

But the truth is evident, this much I know: you may not think about me, but I can't seem to forget you.

[roktavor]

Rating: T Words: 9.5k Pairing: Cheongsan/Gwinam Summary: [zombie-free AU] Cheongsan finds Gwinam injured and freezing on the street. Unfortunately, leaving him there would be a death sentence -

So Cheongsan drags that volatile asshole home.

[raging-violets]

Kiley thing I’m working on

@partiallypearl @witchofinterest @mystic-scripture​

Haven’t written anything Kiley related in a while, got some inspiration. And I also have an idea of a fic of them doing long-distance and then seeing each other for the first time in months  like all those TikTok compilation vids on Yt

[thefirsthogokage]

Completed a first draft of another pilot.

Also on a fifth draft of the first pilot.

[the-bluejay-system7]

i'm now taking writing comissions if anyone's interested!

[sanelogic]

who would hold me when i die. even in death, I'll be untouched. they'll find my corpse, frozen and cold. they won't stop to think why she has done this. the first thing that would enter their mind is how to remove the putrid scent of decay in the room. they'll miss the suicide letters, and even it they find it, will be promptly ignored. they'll blame my only friend because i learned not to take accountability from who else but my mother. and they'll be relieved. the relief of ending it all, even if it's all darkness on the other side.

[quarterlifekitty]

Lately I’ve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). She’s comfortable enough with Simon that she’ll talk to him when they’re alone, but she won’t say a word to Soap (she doesn’t talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).

The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and she’ll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. It’s like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And it’s so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.

“Ain’t you looking a right picture, bonnie— that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.”

You tug on Simon’s sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. He’s down so bad, he doesn’t even care that he’ll hear it from Simon’s lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.

“She says thanks.”

“God damn, L.T.— you know she fuckin’ ‘ad to ‘ave said more than that!” He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when you’re ready.

This goes on and on for months on end— and you know what? It’s hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.

“G’night, L.T. Night, hen.” Soap’s almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

Now that’s gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.

[the-raindeer-king]

You're in bed with Simon, who's on leave after some long, exhausting mission. It's your day off, and you've finally gotten home after running errands. You barely get the groceries into the fridge before Simon's dragging you to the bedroom, insisting it's time for a nap.

Both of you are asleep in record time, snuggled up together.

It's sometime later, that you're somewhere between awake and asleep, aware that there's no longer sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. You're ready to drift off back to sleep, and then something hard hits you in the mouth.

You've just barely registered that Simon elbowed you in the face, when he's pulling you closer, his hands cupping your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. 'm sorry. 'm sorry," he rushes out.

"You hit me," you whine in response.

"I know, love. 'm so sorry."

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head tucked underneath his. It's not like you were really upset to begin with, but it's hard to even pretend to be, with the way he's holding you. And you happily let yourself drift back to sleep.

[rileyisclass]

Mirri Maz Duur did nothing wrong.

As in, she literally didn't murder Drogo and Rhaego.

Drogo took off the poultice she applied to treat his infection, then died of the infection.

She advised against doing a scary blood magic ritual to save him, informing Dany only death can pay for life and it might be kinder not to try. She was very clear not to enter the tent when Dany insisted upon the ritual. It's not her fault Dany was carried into the tent.

You don't have to despise Dany, plenty of likeable characters have done bad things sometimes. But maybe the poor slave isn't a wicked witch and didn't deserve to be burned alive in a blood sacrifice to awaken dragons.

[wheresmycontent]

Slow & Steady [Castlevania]

Alucard x Reader [Gender Neutral]

C|TW: none

At the start of your relationship, Alucard isn’t big on physical intimacy and asks that you don’t go touching or draping yourself over him. After his encounter with Taka and Sumi, he’s more cautious about doing anything cuddly or close that involves his vulnerability. He just needs some time before getting into that. You could be dating for weeks but he still wouldn’t go further than lacing your fingers in his as you’re strolling through the woods. By the time he is open to accepting physical affection, it takes you by surprise.

As the rain pelts the windows and creates a lovely tune, you’re both lounging around the empty fireplace talking about nothing. While you’re going on and on, you notice Alucard placing his head in your lap. You don’t mention it but as you’re still talking Alucard moves your hand to his head, silently asking you to run your fingers over his scalp. It was the first time he relaxed into your touch before, so you watched as he melted at the soothing gesture.

That evening, while intimate and emotional, wasn’t the start of anything more. Even though it was clear that Alucard enjoyed being close and pampered with affection he was still not fully there. That was okay. So you didn’t bring it up, but you did let him know that his hair was exceptionally soft. His smile didn’t leave for hours, it was nice knowing you didn’t mind his pacing. He thought you’d be gone by now since he wasn’t able to indulge in physical affection at the moment. Yet, you’re still here granting him patience and support. It may be the bare minimum but he still appreciated it nonetheless.

[dutifulriley]

Tomorrow, Ambrosius has to win the joust. He has to. Tonight, he indulges in his lover’s company. Everything will be fine in the end, right?

3.5k, explicit, comic universe Goldenheart. Some unholy chimera between dramatic irony, angst, and sappy smut.

[moldycigarette]

this x simon “ghost” riley

cw!: praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, bulge, simon’s a nasty dog (and i tried to warn ya)

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simon never fails to remind you how much bigger he is than you.

you’re short? no problem, all those missing inches go to simon. oh wait you’re tall? whatever, he still towers over you.

are you chubby by society’s standards? just means there’s more for him to love. skinny? that’s okay too, he’s always down to eat whatever you can’t finish.

no matter what size or shape you are, it’s a guarantee that simon is still bigger than you. and he always manages to remind you of that in the bedroom.

his large hands around your waist, pounding into you with his thick cock. he obsesses over the bulge in your cute tummy from his size, practically drooling over the fact that he can’t even fit inside you’re pretty pussy all the way.

whether he’s fucking you doggy style or in a mating press, he will always tower over you. he makes sure you’re cum is on his fingers and his tongue alone before he shoves his meaty dick inside you; this man has the libido and stamina of a god.

“g’nna fuck this p’ssy so good, love. fill ya’ up to the brim,” he moans, his thrusts growing more erratic as he feels that familiar heat in his stomach.

you’re coming right along with him, seeing stars while he peppers kisses in your neck. “such a good girl f’r me, g’nna make the best mama.”

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um sorry didn’t mean to let out my inner whore

[roktavor]

Written for the 'lifted by the neck' square on my @badthingshappenbingo card.

Rating: T Words: 4.9k Pairing: Batarou Summary: (AU) After an especially violent, disappointing bout in the fighting ring, Badd goes home to Garou - who offers more comfort than expected.

[card progress under the cut]