#don’t make me write the fanfic goddamnit

[gotmolokoplus]

Ugh it just occurred to me that if the Crows are chill in Veilguard it might be because Zevran and the Warden succeeded in killing enough guildmasters to completely overhaul how the Crows operated and that would mean Zevran did, in fact, have a meltdown over an earring for exactly this.

[angelboom]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁

Katsuki x nbytransmasc!reader

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When you come out to your boyfriend katsuki …and the next day he’s wearing a shirt that’s pretty..hilarious. (AN : this is my first fanfic and I’m not very good at writing so pls don’t hate)

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“Katsuki! Open up!” You yelled as katsuki was in the bathroom for way too long. He came home from work and had a box in his arms and went straight to the bathroom? What could he be hiding?

“goddamnit give me a second moron!” Katsuki said through the bathroom door as if he was struggling to put something on .

“You’ve been in there for like 35 minutes! What possibly could you be doing suki?” I laughed as I waited for him to come out “cmonnn suki hurry up !”

As he struggled to put the shirt on when he managed to put it on he flexed intimidatingly in the mirror by the bathroom sink “damn I look good” he thought to himself.



As katsuki opened the door you couldn’t believe your eyes “does that’s shirt say” “respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking threat?” You said as you laughed while holding your chest.

“And ? What the fuck about it moron? AND WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!!” He shouted as he towered over you while scrunching his face .

“Nothing nothing..I just love the shirt and I didn’t expect you to come out wearing that I actually really like you being appreciative about me being trans or whatever and I’ve-“ you rambled on talking about how much you appreciate him supporting you and your decisions .

Katsuki watched as you rambled a small smiley smirk popping up on his face “yeah yeah I know Y/N and I…love you no matter what you do to make yourself…comfortable in your own body” he muttered as he tapped his foot on the floor avoiding eye contact nervously cause he thought that you wouldn’t like the shirt .

Your eyes started to get watery as you heard him say that and you went to hug him .

“The hell are you doing?”

“I just love you so much suki” i murmured into his chest as I hugged him tightly while happily crying.

“I ..love you you to or whatever” he said as he hugged you back tightly while kissing your forehead.

“Now how about some dinner handsome?”

[therealvinelle]

Do you or muffin have any advice on starting a meta blog? I'd really like to post some of my analysis of midnight sun, but I am struggling to figure out what to start with

I’m not sure we’re really the people to ask since neither of us intended to. @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin had been forced to start a tumblr since someone was using the same pen name as her on here, and she wanted to avoid confusion. (This is why her main is “theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin” and not simply thecarnivorousmuffin, since that was taken already)

So now there she is, stuck with a tumblr and posting about writing things when anon out of the blue asks her thoughts about Jacob Potter. More anons came after that until she said “goddamnit I’m making a side blog for this - @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta .)

Me, I didn’t want to have a writing tumblr because I felt those were somehow presumptuous to have, “oh you have a writing tumblr for your fanfic, guess you think you’re big fish on Ao3 huh” - me, unable not to think this about myself even though I thought it about literally no writing tumblrs. However, my fic Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream wound up being full of barely disguised meta that readers would discuss with me in the comments, and when it got to the point that I was DM-ing with readers on my main and having multiple people ask the same question I finally decided to just make the damn writing tumblr.

Which has been a meta blog where anons every so often go “you write fanfiction?!” ever since.

All of this to say, just go for it anon, make the blog and start writing posts.

If you want tips, my best ones are these:

Have good grammar and easily digested posts (use headlines, be concise, don’t repeat yourself and try to have one point per meta. It’s better to have three post that reference each other than one fuckoff length meta)

Organize your blog (tag all metas so people can easily find them, tag characters that appear in the post so people can search by posts about Edward Cullen, and so on. A masterpost is a very good idea.)

When composing a meta: choose a point you're trying to make with the post, and make it as well as you can (perhaps a no-brainer, but it's still a good way of getting started.)

[madisonstarss]

Fanfiction Request

im going to start doing some fanfic prompts so please have the request rolling in. I will litteraly write for ANY fandom. also i only do x reader. you can also choose mutlitpe, as many as you want

lowercase intended

NSFW

1) "bite me."

2) "did i tell you to stop?"

3) "you've never touched yourself?"

4) "if you say one more fucking thing, i'm going to make you regret it."

5) "keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

6)"let me call you mine, just for tonight."

7)"say it again."

8)"you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong,"

9) "it's so nice to have a fan!"

10) "quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—"

11)  "your hands are so soft."

12) "could you maybe— help zip up my dress/shirt?"

13) "why’d you push me off the bed?!"

14)"why must I share a bed with them out of all people?!"

15) "let me just make this clear: I like you for what you do to me, not for you"

16) "how about we treat this like a one night stand?"

17) "friends don’t fucking do this."

18) "isn't it nice? we have privacy now."

19)"can you look away while I change?"

20)"don’t deny it. you were staring at my lips just then. you wanna kiss me that bad?"

SFW

1)“i know exactly how this ends.”

2) "oh, I was just another notch in your bedpost?”

3)"please just let me sleep one night without being disturbed by your antics."

4) "can we talk? what are we? what are we doing?"

5) "you look stupid as all hell right now."

6) "because I think I might like you and that thought in and of itself terrifies me."

7) "but I don't care about what anyone else thinks!"

8) "everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?"

9) "you are going out with them again, aren't you."

10) "i don't really know how to dance..."

11)"can you stay a little longer?"

12) "You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.”"

13)"relax, babe. It's just a cold."

14) "you take that back!"

15) "i wasn't sure how you felt. god, i didn't know how i felt."

16) "can you just hold me for a moment?"

17)"you... you really mean it, don't you?"

18) "why do you keep smiling at your phone?”"

19) "goddamnit, i love you! alright? happy now? you figured out the big secret."

20) "your feet are freezing holy shit!"

[vintagepresley]

I Love You Because.... PART 2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 4978

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Daddy kink, praise kink, dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, some rough sex, a bit of fluff, typical elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: I don’t know if this needed a part 2, but I couldn’t stop writing and this what we got, lol. So if you enjoyed the first part, you’ll love this! Again I’m new to writing fanfic. So I’m sorry if it’s not the best. Some spelling errors possibly.

PART ONE :))

“Just the thought of her lips sets me afire, I reminisce, and I’m filled with desire.”

Hours had gone by, and you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but it had to be sometime after Elvis, your head was tilted back against the headboard as you slept, Elvis was now waking up, rubbing his eyes as he got a glimpse of you because his head was still resting in your lap. A wide smile formed on his lips because you stayed the entire time he slept. Now with eyes fully open he glanced up to see you fast the sleep in the most uncomfortable position, he chuckled softly and carefully got up from the bed, leaning over to lift you up gently to not wake up and laying you down comfortably on the bed. He pulled the blankets up over you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He then grabbed his silk black robe with gold trim and slipped it on and tying the front. He slowly and quietly opened the bedroom door, shutting it lightly and making his way down to the kitchen to eat some of the food you prepared for him earlier.

He realized he was lost in his own world earlier today that he didn’t take the time to see the effort you put into his homecoming and the full spread of food you had when he made his way into the kitchen. Some of the guys were hanging out and playing cards and just chatting and they all greeted him as soon as he walked in the room. At this point the kitchen was a wreck and he shook his head as he spoke, “Goddamnit.. did y’all leave me anything to eat?” But the guys knew you’d be furious if they had eaten everything, and Joe immediately jumped from his seat. “Of course not, EP. You know N/A makes sure you’ve got something.” He says as he grabs a plate from the fridge and set it on the counter. The room silent before Elvis started laughing that hiccupping laugh of his and then everyone else began to laugh as well and says, “My boy, my boy… I thought I was gonna have hurt one of you sons of bitches.” He chuckled as one of the cooks entered the room offering to warm his food for him and he nodded with a smile as he took a seat at the kitchen table with the guys.

You finally awake from your long slumber, stretching out your arms and legs a soft groan escaping your lips and your hands rubbing over eyes almost in a daze, not realizing you fell asleep and when your eyes are finally fully open you notice that you’re tucked into the bed and you smile to yourself until you realize there’s no trace of Elvis and small pout now formed on your lips. You sat up in the bed looking around until you heard his contagious laughter echoing through the house and your pout turned into a smile. It was so nice to hear him laughing. You figured he must of finally went down to eat, so you got up and made your way over to the window because you weren’t sure what time it was and when you pulled the shades back you realized it was already nighttime.

You made your way over to your closet and slipped out of your dress and removed your bra and decided to keep your lace white panties on, you walked over to Elvis’ closet looking for a shirt of his to wear because it was more comfortable even though he’s told you to stop if you aren’t going to give them back. But you couldn’t help yourself and grabbed one a black button up shirt, slipping it on and leaving two of the buttons undone. His shirts were always oversized on you, and it hit just slightly above your knees. You then went and made yourself comfortable again on the bed and decided just to wait for him to come back up, bringing your knees up to your chest as you reached for the remote, flipping through the tv channels until you stopped at one of your favorite shows you and Elvis watched together, “The Dating Game.” It was a rerun, but you didn’t mind. The volume wasn’t too loud so every now and then you heard echoes of Elvis’ voice along with the guys talking about the wild things they got up to on the tour. You hoped he’d be back up soon because you were wanting him in all sorts of ways now that he was back. It had been two months since you saw him, and your body desperately ached for his return in those months.

Elvis had finished eating and decided in case you wake up he’d make you a small plate of food and grabbed you a glass of water and placed both on a tray. He said his goodbyes to the guys before he started making his way upstairs to your bedroom. You turned your attention to the door when you heard footsteps and you got excited because it may be Elvis. He fumbles with the door a bit with the tray now in his left hand and you see him walk through in that robe that you always loved on him and tray of food, a smile dancing on your lips. He’s surprised to see you awake, “Little one, I wasn’t expectin’ ya to be awake! But I brought you up some food case you were hungry.” He says happily, walking over to the set the tray down on your bedside table. You sit up on your knees now leaning toward him as he stood in front of you and planting a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, baby.” You mumbled as you settled back on the bed, biting down on your bottom lip with a smile as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you.

You couldn’t help but eye him up and down when he sat in front of you, he looked so handsome and seemed to be in better spirits now which made you happy. You noticed him eyeing you and realizing he wasn’t gonna be so happy about you stealing another one of his shirts. “Wearin’ my clothes again, darlin’?” He said in that sultry deep voice of his. You couldn’t help but giggle and nodded at his words. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself! They’re more comfortable to sleep in.” You say with a small laugh as you reached over to pick at the food a bit, taking a few bites. He chuckled as he placed a hand on your thigh and keeping it there.  You felt like you could just melt from his touch, his hands were always so soft and coldness from his rings drove you crazy. “You look better in them anyway…” He says as he stands up to remove his robe setting it on the chair that sat near the bed before sitting back down and leaning toward you, kissing your lips softly and his hand that was on your thigh moved up a little more toward your waist under his shirt you were wearing and his rings against your skin caused goosebumps to form, he whispers against your lips after kissing you once more. “Thank you for earlier, baby. I’m sorry if I ruined any of your plans you had.”

You shushed him before he could get another word out, you desperately wanted him, craved him, desired him and you lifted your arms up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “You’re feeling better and that’s what matters.” You whisper. He smirked a bit and nodded in agreement. “Much better.” He mumbles before crashing his lips against yours, his other hand on your waist now and lifting you up slightly from the bed onto his lap. You let out a small gasp from the sudden movement and your knees were settled on either side of him on the bed. Your hands tangled in his hair as he traced kisses down from your lips to your chin, down toward your neck and kissing there for bit. You tilted your head back slightly, another small gasp escaping you. He’s hardly touched you and you were already in heat and felt the fire that was building within you. He continued to kiss along your neck down toward the open part of his shirt that you left undone, kissing the exposed skin of your chest. Your right hand in his hair grip onto to it a bit as your other hand rubbed against the fabric of his shirt against his chest.

You could feel the heat already gathering between your legs as you brushed up against the growing bulged in Elvis’ pajamas, smirking to yourself because he was already hard for you. You pulled back from him and he looked confused until you pressed your hand against his chest and pushing him back roughly, so he was lying against the bed. He let out a chuckle as a sly smirk formed on his lips. “Damn, little one…. You really missed me, huh?” he said playfully, his hands resting on your thighs. You nodded biting down on your bottom lip, you wanted to tear his clothes off now, but you knew what he liked and what got him going. So, you played with him a bit. Leaning down toward him and kissing his lips, nipping lightly at his bottom lip with your teeth as you spoke softly, “I’m gonna show you how much I missed you, daddy.” You pulled back keeping your hands now against his chest, so he was pinned to the bed, he obviously was much stronger than you, but he loved when you took control, so he didn’t even bother to fight you. He looked beautiful laying there with a seductive smirk on his lips and those fuck me eyes staring up at you full of lust.

You moved your hands up now to unbutton his shirt you were wearing revealing your breasts and the lace white panties you kept on that were now obviously soaked with your juices already. You remove the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. The cold air hitting your nipples instantly causing them to get hard. “Goddamn, baby…” You hear Elvis say under his breath as he stared at your naked body and those white panties he loved so much, he tried to reach his hands up to touch you, but you slapped them away. “No, daddy…” you hummed softly. He let out a frustrated groan and even though his pajama pants were still on you could feel his hard cock pulsing up against your pussy. Which made a devilish smirk form on your lips as you spread your legs a bit wider to sit a bit more comfortably on him, grinding yourself against his hard member slowly, you could feel him twitching beneath you as a gasp left his lips and his eyes now rolling back a bit. You knew his favorite thing to do was dry humping and how that turned him on more than anything. He loved being teased.

You could hear him mumbling something under his breath as he tilted his head back toward you and his eyes staring daggers at your panties. “Hm? What’s that daddy?” You say teasingly. He lets out another groan and now in a demanding tone his accent thick, “I said…. Take those fuckin’ panties off, N/A” he hissed. You did as you were told and stood up now above him, smirking and putting on a little show as you hooked your thumbs between the hem of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs and stepping out of them and before you could toss them to the ground, you felt his hand reach over and snatch them from you. “Mine.” He said lowly and a smirk formed on his lips when he felt how wet they were, and it made you blush a bit because now he can also see how wet you were for him, and you watched him hold onto your panties.

You lowered yourself back down on him your bare pussy now up against the fabric of his pajamas feeling that hard pulsing cock of his begging to be free. That only made you even more wet for him. You could feel the slick between your legs dripping onto his pajamas as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth against him. The noises escaping his lips only turned you on more because you loved that you made him feel this way. You brought your hands down to the bottom of his shirt and you started to pull it up to get it off him and he helped you quickly yanking it off and tossing it to the side. Your panties still in his right hand of course. You leaned down pressing your chest against the hairs from his chest tickling your nipples. Your hips were starting to rock a bit faster against him, humping that pulsing bulge in his pants hungrily as your lips met his and you kissed passionately, small moans escaping your lips vibrating against his and his soft groans vibrating against yours, his hands found their way onto your hips and now guiding you and having you ride his cock through his pants, the friction from his pants against your throbbing wet heat driving you to the edge and you could feel the fire building within you becoming more intense. Your kisses becoming sloppy as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. Your moans coming out muffled against his lips and you tried to form words but couldn’t find any as he was pushing you deeper into the throws of passion. His fingertips digging into the side of your hips his rings making it a bit painful, but you didn’t care, he held onto you tighter, your panties still in his hand and he moved you a bit quicker, you managed to blurt out on his lips in an airy breath, “I-I want your cock…. P-Please, daddy.” He smirked as he brought your hips to a halt and he sat up, lifting you off him, placing your panties in the pocket of his pajamas and sliding his pants down his slender legs, tossing them over with the rest of the pile of clothes now gathered on the floor.

You were biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him remove his pants and watching his cock spring out and your eyes widen at the sight, you were always caught by surprise with the length of him and as you watched him closely, he raised his hand a bit and gestured to you with two fingers. “C’mere, little one.” He said in a low voice. Just him doing that made you weak in the knees and wetter than ever. If that was even possible at this point. You moved to stand between his legs with an innocent look on your face as your eyes met his and he gestured for you to get on your knees with his left hand as he grabbed his cock in his right and began to pump it slowly. You sank down to your knees his cock now in your direct line of sight and you watched the precum that coated the tip drip slowly from it. Licking your lips as your eyes darted up at him through your long lashes, waiting for him to tell you what to do next even though you already knew what he wanted. But you wanted to hear him say it. No… Demand it.

His left hand reaching down to you and placed his index finger just beneath your chin, his thumb brushing gently against your plump lips as he continued to pump his cock in his hand, his groans coming out softly. You began to breath heavily desperately waiting for his next move. “Open that pretty mouth for me, baby.” He said lowly. “I want you to show me just how much you missed me.” He smirked as he left hand reached up to grab a handful of your hair and you opened your mouth for him and he began to guide his cock into your mouth, a loud groan escaping him. You whimpered softly against his cock tasting the saltiness of his precum, he now rested his free hand on the bed. You rested your left hand on his right thigh as your other hand grabbed the base of his cock, pumping it in tune with your mouth as you began to bob your head slowly. Your tongue gliding along the base of his cock and swirling around it. His groans now echoing within the room as they grew louder, he didn’t take his eyes off you. He reached over with the hand that was resting on the bed and pulling your hand off his cock and he shook his head. “I want you to use just your mouth, baby.” he hummed softly.

You obeyed and now both of your hands were resting on either of his thighs, squeezing them lightly as you felt him push your head down so that you could take his cock deeper into your mouth. Your eyes watering as you feel him hit the back of your throat and you whimper and moan all at the same time, your pussy dripping wet, feeling your slick against your thighs as you squeezed your legs together trying to get friction. “Fuck…” Elvis says under his breath. Pulling his cock out of your mouth and grabbing your face with his hands roughly, the coldness of his rings hitting your skin as he leaned down toward you. “I want ya lookin’ at me while my cock is in your mouth. Ya hear me?” he said in a demanding tone. You didn’t even know what the noises were at this point that left your mouth. You wanted him so bad… All of him. He was the only man to ever make you feel this way. Your morals gone. Ready to fully submit to him and only him.

You nodded slowly and tried to speak as his hand was still gripping your face, but it came out all mumbled. “Y-yes, daddy.” He smirked. “Good girl.” He whispered as he sat up straight again and let go of your face, guiding his cock back into your mouth, your eyes staring up at him and without warning, tugging at your hair tightly that was still in his grasp and he plunged deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You weren’t prepared for such force, and you began to gag around his cock and tears forming in your eyes, your hands gripping harder at his thighs. He moans, continuing to force himself deeper. You try your best to keep looking at him as your eyes were now filled with tears. You loved every minute of it. He pulled himself out to let you catch your breath for a moment and without a word, he forced your face forward and forced his cock in deep again, now his hips were starting to move at a steady pace. You moaned against him as your throat was starting to relax around his large member, this pleased him when he felt how relaxed you were becoming and he now his head was tilted back, his moans low and through your watery eyes you look up at him and see how much you are pleasing him. He began to fuck your throat relentlessly. Your moans growing as loud as his. You had tears streaming down your face, salvia dripping out of the sides of your mouth and the noises escaping your mouth were so obscene now. “Goddamn… Such a good girl…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence and he quickly pulled your head back his cock popping out of your mouth, strings of salvia hanging from it. Your face was a mess now. Mascara now running down your face mixed your tears and spit.

“Fuck… You were gonna make me cum, little one.” He chuckled softly as he tried to catch his breath, reaching his hands down to pull you up off the floor. You couldn’t help but giggle softly and you leaned forward your messy lips lingering over his and you whisper softly, “You better fuck me then so I can make you cum.” He was in awe of you, he reached his hand up and grabbed your face again, crashing his lips against yours before pulling away. “Get your ass on the bed.” He hissed as his hand reached down to slap your ass, you yelped softly from sting and the metal of his rings hitting your skin. You climbed into the bed knowing his eyes were watching you closely. You could feel it.

You turned around now so you were laying on your back your legs spread wide open for him and there was no hiding now how much you wanted him because it was all exposed between your legs, your sex dripping out of you. He climbed into bed moving in between your legs, admiring your pussy and how wet you were for him. He never failed to get you this way. He didn’t have to do much, and you were soaking for him at any given time. He leaned down toward you trailing kisses along your chest, his lips making their way to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it before taking the sensitive bud between his teeth and teasing it gently. Your body shuddered at his touch you were so sensitive already from all his teasing, your head tilted back ecstasy, soft moans leaving you, your hands tangled in his hair. He then moved over to the left nipple taking it between his teeth and tugging gently, glancing up at you between those long dark lashes of his. He started trailing his kisses down lower now against your stomach and you lifted your head up now watching him with lust in your eyes, your tongue gliding over your bottom lip. His head was between your legs now, pressing kisses against your left inner thigh and he would get close to the area you wanted him most before switching to kiss your right inner thigh. You wanted him to stop teasing you. You wanted him to have his way with you. Give you what you ached for. Yearned for. Begged for.

You let out a high-pitched moan when you felt his lips against your wet core, your breathing heavy, tugging at his hair, watching him. He dragged his tongue up and down between your folds, your hips bucked against him, squirming as you whimpered loudly, and he wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you still. “Shhh… Be a good girl for daddy.” His words alone could’ve made you cum right then and there. His tongue dragging back up between your wet folds finding your clit and circling around it before lapping his tongue against it. “E-Elvis...” you cried out. “Please….”  You say in a breathy tone. He glanced up at you with a smirk on his lips, licking your slick off his lips and taking two of his ringless fingers and slowly guiding them into you, they slipped in a bit easy because of how wet you were, and he could feel you tightening around his long fingers, and he began to pump them slowly into you. You began to moan his name like that was your mantra, clawing at the bed sheets with one hand, while the other stayed tangled in his hair. He loved every minute of it. “You’re such a good girl getting this wet for me.” He said softly. He pushed those long fingers deeper into you. His name escaping louder from your lips. His fingers were completely covered in your slick that it started to drip down his hand. “Look at ya, makin’ a mess on my fingers, little one.” His accent becoming thicker the lower his voice got.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you cried out, “D-Daddy, fuck me… PLEASE.” He chuckled as he bit down on his bottom lip, removing his fingers from your dripping pussy bringing himself back up to you forcing those same fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them hungrily tasting yourself on him. Before you knew what was happening, Elvis grabbed a hold of your right thigh and placing it around his waist as he lined himself up with your pussy, dragging the tip of his cock up and down between your lips, giving your clit extra attention. You squirmed beneath him, whimpering, and tightening the grip your leg had around his waist, pulling him closer and he smirked dragging his cock back down your lips and plunging deep into your pussy. You gasped softly, your mouth forming an O shape, your eyes closed as your hands reached up brushing against the hair on his chest as they wrapped around him, your nails dug into his skin of his back. His moans low and long and he can feel you tightening around him as he inched his cock in deeper. This time your gasp was louder, and a loud moan followed it. “Fuckkk…” he yelled out between his moans. “So fuckin’ tight for me, baby.” He hissed. Your other leg wrapping around his waist now. His left hand reaching up to wrap around your throat as he squeezed, while his other hand rested beside your head. His rings rough on your skin as you felt the coldness on your neck as he choked you. He knew how much you loved that and the bruises that were soon to follow the next day. But you didn’t care at all. It had been two long months without him. This moment right here, right now was everything you needed. You opened your eyes to meet his own. They were bluer than before.

Once you adjusted to the size of his length, he began to slam his hips into you now. You couldn’t hold back the loud moans that escaped you, his name escaping your lips like it was the only word you knew echoing throughout the room in each shaky breath you took. “E-Elvis, E-Elvis…” You knew this was everything he had been wanting too because the sounds escaping his lips were almost as loud as yours, his hand tightening around your throat with each thrust he made. His lips crashing against yours, kissing them hungrily as the vibration of both of your moans bounced off each other’s lips. You didn’t want him to stop making love to you like this, but you could already feel the heat building up inside of you coming to the surface with each of his movements, hitting all the right spots just the way you liked. You knew he was close to his climax too. Staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

Without hesitation your nails dug deeper into his back practically piercing the skin as you clawed at him. You cried out loudly against his lips, “Baby, I’m c-close…. I’m gonna cum….” His hand tightening more around your throat that you’re almost breathless. His teeth grazing your bottom lip as his hips began to buck and he moaned out against your lips in a shaky breath, “Cum for me, darlin’.” Hearing those four words was all you needed to hear when you finally reached that euphoric feeling, your head tilting back as you cried out in ecstasy. You both cumming at the same time, the warmth of his seed filling you. His hand loosening around your neck as his face rested against it, groaning low and long as his movements came to a slow stop as you both rode out your orgasms. You whimpered softly as your body twitched beneath him, your body feeling weak. He lifted his head up to look at you, your eyes meeting his, his eyes were as blue as ever now as you stared at him with a loving look, and he pressed a soft kiss against your lips a smile forming on them. He then pulled himself out of you and lifted himself up to crash right beside you on the bed breathless.

You sit in silence for a moment as you both try to catch your breath. A smile forming happily on your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip, reaching hand up to touch your now sore neck. You knew the bruises would be something serious come tomorrow morning. But you couldn’t help but think of them as him leaving his mark on you. Reminding you that you were his and only his. You turned over to your side to face Elvis now who was already staring at you with those deep blue eyes. You couldn’t help but blush with the way he looked at you. You moved closer to him resting your head against his chest and wrapping an arm around his abdomen. Placing small kisses against his chest. He reached over to gently to cover you both up with the blankets and then wrapping his arm around your waist, his thumb brushes up against your skin lightly as his other arm was rested behind his head.

You peered up at him watching him closely his eyes slowly closing. Your eyes just admiring his beauty and how happy he looks. Your fingers playing with the hairs on his chest. No words needed to be spoken in this moment because you both said it all when he made love to you. You nuzzled your face into his chest as you held onto him tighter, cuddling into him like he was a big teddy bear, and you slowly drifted off to sleep with him.

“Gave my heart to her in sweet surrender.”

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@erutluve @idk3453 @natipooxx another one for my elvis besties!!!!

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

So we all know Katya, yes?

Her? Yes? And if you don’t recognize that, you may remember…

Fanfic girl!

Well, I have a theory about her. See, it seems to me like writing fanfiction about food isn’t enough to get her put in jail. I know, I know, Warden Wrath is unfair. But he doesn’t make the arrests, remember? So it doesn’t really make sense that Katya, who’s actions were neither disturbing the public (Eyeball guy), breaking the law (Luz + King), or (at the time) starting any kind of dissent, like conspiracy theorist Tinella Nosa, would be tossed in jail.

Unless. Unless her writing was doing one of these things.

So, hear me out. Option 1 (and probably the most reasonable) is that Katya was using her stories as propaganda. Think thinly veiled metaphors, obvious character comparisons, that kind of thing. Have you ever read the Crucible? If you went to American public schools, you probably have. Think something like that. Just blatant political commentary.

And honestly, I LOVE this for her. She’s always been portrayed as a rebellious character. I especially love the idea of Raine looking for like-minded witches, reading a report about a rebellious and outspoken young bard whose prison sentence mysteriously ended early a few months ago and tracking her down, and Katya getting ready to go on the defense only to have them extend the offer to join them.

But I have a second theory. See, Katya’s a bard, right? She uses bard magic.

And traditionally, bards in fantasy tales are storytellers.

So what if Katya’s magic extended to her stories? How powerful would she be? Picture a witch who can bring words to life, a witch who can shape the very reality around her with a pen and paper, or a passionate performed ballad. Maybe for now, she’s only writing about food. But how powerful could she be if she truly tried?

Of course, Belos tries to control her. He does. He sends witches to coax her into his coven and they try everything from trickery to bribery, but she refuses and he eventually has her imprisoned. And later, when she’s freed, she meets the head of the bard coven, and they’re the first person not to treat her like a freak or a weapon.

And so she chooses to fight with them.

Is it realistic? Nah. I don’t care! JUST LET ME LOVE FANFICTION GIRL, GODDAMNIT.

[kalopsicceraunophile]

Liquid, Oil and Cream pt.1

Summary: Reader starts her natural hair journey after a hair appointment gone wrong and has to reconcile with past trauma surrounding her hair

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Black!Fem!Reader 

Content: Angst w/t fluff, trauma surrounding black hair, bullying, comedic ending??

Notes: First time writing a fanfic, so please be gentle with me!! Multipart series

Word Count: 1K+ (1149) words

Part 2. Wash Day

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Part One: Big Chop

Length: 0 inches

Curl defining cream, holding gel, mousse, pomade, heat protectant, jellies, lotions, hair food, sheen; the names were swirling in your head.

All these damn products—no wonder it’s hard to go natural. You thought.

You decided to go natural after a particularly traumatic relaxer appointment. Let’s just say that the cosmetologist was new. Coming back home from that appointment, scalping throbbing and nostrils engulfed with that awful rotten egg smell, you sheared the destroyed hair in a sort of detox ritual. While staring at your new reality, a certain lanky fellow cruised into your room. Peter had insisted on having a movie marathon, which had completely slipped your mind.

“Fuck.” You muttered, trying to clean the hair from your sink. You grabbed the wig you bought along with your hair products and quickly slipped it onto your head. Before exiting your bathroom you uttered a quick prayer, praying that the wig strap would keep it in place, and walked out. 

“ Hey Pete, who let you in?” You asked from a distance. You started to stroke your hair, trying to make sure any fly-aways were quickly suppressed.

“ Umm your mom. She said to hurry in because you needed some support/ Is everything okay?” He approached slowly, looking for injuries. (238)

Goddamnit mom

“Yeah, everything’s fine. She was probably playing with you.” You said in an unnatural tone. You just hoped what you said would kill this topic.

“Well then—I got the entire Harry Potter series and Star Wars, which one do you—” His voice trailed off as he looked at you. His eyes squinted and focused on the hair on your head. You quickly snatched Star Wars out of his hands to get out of his gaze.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” You were taunted. You dropped down to the dvd player and popped A New Hope in

“You’re one to talk. You’re the one who snatched the box out of my hands.” He replied,  eyebrows cocked with a smirk plastered on his face. “By the way, something about you is…different.”

“ I didn’t change anything.” You said as you plopped down next to him. He could tell you were nervous, his spidey senses picked up on your increased heart rate and by your dewyer skin. He could also tell something about your hair was off; it was dull and didn’t have your scent on it.

He didn’t want to probe you about your hair. He knew about your love/hate relationship with it. He remembered how Flash would stick his fingers in it and pull on your coils. He remembered how the girls would talk about how “dirty” your hair was. He remembered how celebrated you were when you straightened it; how you were finally treated with respect. He knew you relaxed your hair not because you liked it, but because it was one less thing to pick on. 

He had known he liked-no- loved you for two years now. He loved how intelligent you were, always tied with him in class and how you could hold your own with him in friendly debate. He loved how you defended others, often standing up to Flash when he bullied an underclassmen. He loved your steadfastness to your family and friends. He hated how you didn’t allow yourself the same kindness you gave others. It pained him when you would call yourself stupid when you didn’t understand an assignment right away, or would never talk pictures with him.

He snapped back to his current reality. Empire Strikes back was on and the sun was disappearing into the horizon. You were so concentrated on the movie that you didn’t notice the wig slipping off. You turned to Peter, just to see him looking up at your head.

You ran into your bathroom, locking the door behind you. The door vibrating on your back as Peter knocked on the door.

“Peter, please leave me alone. I’m already embarrassed.” You looked into the mirror, tear welling. You removed your wig slowly.

“(Y/N), please I just want to see you. I want to know if you’re okay.”

“ How can I feel okay? I feel so ugly all the time. No one takes me seriously unless I look the way they like. I’m harassed for the way my hair grows out of my head.” You rubbed your head, feeling the short follicles sway with the motion of your hand.

Peter had been your best friend since kindergarten, and through all those years you knew that Peter was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You could never tell this to him because, in your eyes, he was too good for you. You had all these problems, all these faults, within you, that there was no way Peter would ever want to be with someone like you.

Something about this brought comfort to you at this moment. Why do you care what others think about you? Look at where it got you, bald and crying in your own bathroom, scared that your best friend and crush would look at you differently now. You decided then on that you would stop hiding yourself, and if people didn’t like you because of it, then fuck them.

Fuck it, he never did like me in that way, you thought as you unlocked the door.

You opened the door, your hair in all its glory out in the open. Peter looked at you with a look you couldn’t discern. 

“Peter, I have liked you for God knows how long and if you don’t want to be around me, I und—”

You were interrupted by his lips against yours, his hands on your cheeks with affection. He broke off from you, love glazed his eyes as he held your head.

“I have never been more in love with you than at this moment. (Y/N), since kindergarten I’ve been by your side. And two years ago, I finally realized that I wanted you to be mine, solely mine. I hate when you say shit like that because you are too good. You are too smart, too kind, too gorgeous for that!” He held your shoulders as he crouched down to your level. He pulled you into a hug, much to your surprise. 

“Please believe me when I say that you had my heart then and especially now. That is, if you’ll have me.” you loosened his grip on you to look into your eyes.

“Peter, did you not listen to my bathroom confession or do we have to rewind?” You deadpanned

“Oh—right.”

“Come on, white boy. Let’s go and finish this marathon.” You grabbed his hand

He kissed your hand and quickly snatched the wig and threw it out your open window. Your mouth was agape while he sat you down on the couch.

“Yes. Let’s”

FIN

[rushipedia]

Thoma Birthday Headcanons

A/N: This song reminds me of Thoma…love that boy so much. It also makes me very sad bc THIMA WHY ARENT YOU REAL GODDAMNIT. Also I’m literally writing these on my way to work help.

Edit: I highly doubt Ayaka would forget his birthday but for the sake of the fanfic…she is a ditzy little cutie. Also ganyu bday hcs next (maybe zhongli) bc I missed them

Also my excuse for not having this up yesterday is that I fell asleep literally as I was trying to cue it then I forgot about it I swear

Gn!Reader. ALWAYSSUAYAA

You wake up and he’s already gone.

What is he doing?

Chores. Helping around the Tenryou commission.

Do any of them even know it’s his birthday?

You ask Ayaka if today he might have the day off but was too stubborn to actually take the break, she says no.

You’re confused.

You find him eating under a tree around lunch time.

“Thoma…” You say, coming up from behind him.

“Oh, Y/N! I didn’t hear you coming, what is it?” He asks in his sweet fucking voice holy shit do you deserve this man…

“Well, I was wondering if you knew what day it was?” You asked.

You sit down next to him in the grass.

“Um.. Tuesday…” He sounds a little (a lot) unsure.

“Idiot. It’s your birthday.”

He looks a little surprised. He pats himself down like he’s looking for something and then looks around.

“Really? I guess I’m a little out of sorts today… I hope I didn’t forget anything else important.���

Why is he thinking about work again.

You grab his arm as he tries to get up.

“Thoma, no more working.”

“I’m sorry darling, but I already promised a lot of people if help them today.”

He lifts his hand in apology.

“There’s plenty of other people who could help in the Tenryou Commission. You don’t have to do everything.”

You literally had to drag him back to the Kamisato estate after notifying the Tenryou commission he’d be taking the rest of the day off.

“I can’t believe you were working so much you forgot about your own birthday.” You huffed, pulling him inside. He looks rather troubled

“Please don’t feel bad. You can work all you want tomorrow.” You say, patting his lower back so he’d get inside quicker. “Today is your birthday, everybody will understand you taking some time off.”

“I guess you’re right, I just hope nobody’s let down after I promised I’d help.” He whined.

“Like I said, you can help them tomorrow.” You say before giving him a quick kiss. “I got you a present.”

He seems to light up.

“What is it?”

You tell him to to wait a minute while you go and get it. You didn’t wrap it since he’d open it anyway and that would just be more mess that he would take upon himself to clean up, so you hid it behind your back instead.

It was a little windwheel aster pendant strung into a chain. Carefully made by you, and the product of many nights of struggle. It wasn’t perfect, but you’d rather give him something handmade than an expensive gift made by someone else.

He definitely cried a little bit as he put it on.

“Are you planning on making our wedding rings by hand to?” He says, pulling you down to hug you.

“Maybe.” You say and kiss him again.

rushipedia ☆ 2022

[stonedregulus]

what fanfics are you currently reading and do you recommend them?

popular question the past few days. :)

what i’m currently reading/recently finished in the last day & love:

1) finally found my hallelujah

okay this was fucking cute. it’s one shot set after hogwarts. slytherin sirius goes to wedding planner remus to have him plan his expensive ass pureblood wedding. you get some background jily and toddler harry in this one. there’s also come smart ass regulus which makes me happy. angst, fluff, smut! (rating: E)

2) primaverse

let’s be real, i love anything lunchbucket (@quoththethestral) writes. it’s all outstanding, okay? this is a series and look, you don’t have to read it all at once but you definitely should, all together it’s only 12 chapters (around 100,000 words) so a fairly quick read. modern, non magical au in which remus is an art history professor that sirius meets while backpacking through europe. there is fluff, and ANGST (because you know i can’t live with out it), and smut of course. make sure you read the tws there's some medical stuff in part 2. i cried multiple times reading this. SO GOOD.  (rating: E)

3) the last great american dynasty

eve (@evermoreremus) is a fucking amazing writer. this is a modern, non magical au where sirius is running for office and asks his ex(remus) to join his campaign as a speech writer. the whole time i read this i was thinking “fucking goddamnit, peter” which i love thinking anytime i read with the marauders because honestly, peter sucks. also if you’ve been here before you know i’m a regulus simp and he is written so well! (i actually screamed out loud at him at one point and my hubs thought i was losing it so...) you also get background jily and background dorlene in this one. angst and fluff! (rating: M)

4) finest in fairford 

if you’re in need for a cute fluffy one shot here you go! sirius is an australian writer who frequents the coffee shop remus works at. (rating: G)

5) teach me how to love

OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING BECAUSE I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT ASHDBDIFKEL!!!!!!!!!!!! modern non magical au where sirius goes on a blind date with remus... who ends up being harry’s english teacher. i love any wolfstar with harry, it makes me so happy! this is from @wplfstar and is still in-progress and if it wasn't clear I AM OBSESSED and will be staring very impatiently at my inbox for updates. (rating: M)

6) reeled

this one is a cute one shot (also from lunchbucket) nonmagical au where remus comes home for the summer after not seeing sirius for 3 years. fluffy with a little bit of smut! (rating: M)

thanks for the asks! :)

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

oh good god im in tears. thank you thank you thank you so much for taking time to make video of signing for me. wow, i— im not sure what to say. im- you have no idea how much that extra little step means to me. you are a gift to the world. an absolute treasure. i had to think hard about what i would like to see. never really asked from someone, when it comes to stuff like this, before and im worried of asking too much.

our boys are walking through a crowded market place when geralt looks to make sure jaskier is still behind him but out witcher turns around and his bard is just... gone. maybe angst, hurt/comfort, with a soft ending? I love the "Character A and character C must tend to Character B no matter how much it hurts B. A & C must ignore the screaming, the begging, how painful it must be, etc.. because B's life is on the life." trope 😅 and i feel like jaskier being deaf would make it all the more harder. It's a situation I've been in myself before, too.

1) I am so glad that my short little video could make your day. If you ever want some signed encouragement/answers, I’d be happy to record myself! I’m proficient in ASL but not fluent.

2) Writing this is fun and the hurt/comfort element really butters my eggroll.

3) Most of the sounds Jaskier makes in this fic, including the screams, are based on my coworker, who is considered “big D deaf” (with his consent)

tw: blood mention, minor injury, symptoms of panic, spitting the venom out (doesn’t work in real life, but this is fanfic)

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Geralt hated the sound of screaming. It was shrill and high and it almost always led to something shitty. Whether that shitty thing was a village maiden trying to frame him for her lover’s offense, a child in danger whose parents would find a way to blame him for the incident, or some absolute fool in need of an urgent rescuing, Geralt found that screams were the worst kind of portent. 

They were even worse when they came from his bard. 

Jaskier’s screams were inhuman, partly because Geralt knew he was terrified and partly because the bard had no reference for the sound of ‘normal’ screams. Geralt knew from his witchery experience that people had all kinds of cries. There were high pitched wails of terror and curated yelps of pain; fuck, there were even flirtatious shrieks that came with giggles and squeals tacked on. Jaskier had never learned those. He was working with instinct alone, and instinct had told him to yell his fucking lungs out. 

Jaskier’s high keens were heart-stopping. The sound couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than the bard’s bright tenor, but it was twisted and frightened, loud and long and high. It urged Geralt to run even faster, push himself even harder as he flew through the underbrush and between tree trunks to reach his friend in time. 

He hadn’t even heard the monster sneak up on them. He hadn’t seen the creature snatch Jaskier away into the woods; he’d only heard Jaskier’s panicked noises and followed them as quickly as possible. 

When he skidded into view of Jaskier and his captor at last, his heart plummeted into his boots. The bard was laying limp, his eyes closed, his chest barely rising and falling with shallow breaths. The Forktail that held him to the ground beneath one massive claw was missing a wing. Apparently it had adapted by hunting what it could find on the ground; this would be a fast fight.

Without missing a beat, Geralt swirled forward in a blur of movement. A few dodges and well-placed slashes later and the monster fell to the ground. Geralt, covered in the Forktail’s sticky blood but otherwise unharmed, collapsed beside his companion and shook Jaskier’s shoulders.

There was no use screaming for him to wake up, Jaskier couldn’t hear him, but Geralt did it anyway. “Come on, Jaskier! Wake up for me, please! Open those pretty blue eyes of yours and fucking look at me, goddamnit!”

Nothing.

The witcher registered the red mark near the bard’s collarbone and tipped into a full-blown panic: it had stung him. He lowered his lips to the over-hot skin and sucked hard, the bile-adjacent flavor of the Forktail’s venom burning beneath the coppery tang of Jaskier’s blood. He spat it out into the grass and leaned down again, pulling the danger out of the bard’s body one breath at a time.

When he couldn’t taste the venom anymore, Geralt wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and gathered Jaskier into his lap. He tucked the bard’s sweat-damp face against the cool skin of his throat and murmured anxiously, “Fuck, Jask, please. Wake up for me, yeah? Don’t die on me yet. You can’t. You’re too... you have too much music to write, still. You can’t die.”

He wasn’t sure what he would do if those blue eyes never opened again. 

But they did. By all of Melitele’s finery, they did. 

Geralt clung tightly to his exhausted companion, pressing their foreheads together tenderly as the younger man’s eyes blinked slowly open. The witcher’s calloused hands formed the signs before he could stop them, eager to reveal the secret that had weighed on him for months. Maybe years. I love you. I love you so much.

Really? Jaskier gaped. He stayed stock-still, his weight shifting like a scared rabbit’s in Geralt’s lap. His usually steady musician’s hands shook as he asked again, Really?

Geralt nodded as tears sprang, impossible and unbidden, to the corners of his golden eyes. Always, Jaskier, always. I will protect you. I love you. I promise.

Not lying?

Never lying. Not to you.

Good.

The witcher pulled him somehow closer and pressed a shower of kisses to the bard’s smiling face. Jaskier giggled and wiped a bit of blood away from the corner of Geralt’s eyebrow. He let the witcher paw at him and check him over for any further harm, his hands comfortably situated in his lap where he signed to no one in particular: Fucking finally.

[essayofthoughts]

I was tagged last year by @tobermoriansass (here) and @cosmonauthill (here).

Sorry guys.

Name: Aich Essay 

Fandoms: Critical Role at present.

Two-Shot: Not entirely sure what is meant by this? But generally I write oneshots, three-chapter short things, or outright multichapters. Simple two-parters always feel weird to me, probably because I lean hard into rule-of-three in writing.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter: A Whisper On My Shoulder aka the first arc of Ghost Cass. Which is good, because it’s something I’m very pleased with.

Actual Worst Part Of Writing: When I’m so close to finishing and my brain goes “Ooh shiny!” at another idea. Also the point at which no music gets my brain in gear anymore.

How You Choose Your Titles: Lines of poetry, song lyrics, quotes from the fic itself, evocative descriptions - whatever works really. Sometimes I come up with the title partway through, sometimes I get to the end and find one.

Do You Outline: I mean... I know the story I want to tell. I know the arc and I usually have a reasonable idea of the ending point - indeed, often I write the ending first. But I don’t really plan? If you asked me to tell you the plot I would happily tell you the story outline loudly and at length in messages, but most of it just swims in brain soup and I only write down a proper outline when I’m having to cope with a timeline or when I’m making divergences I need to account for carefully.

Ideas I Probably Won’t Get Around To But Wouldn’t It Be Nice: I really do want to play with that Perc’ahlia Twilight AU in my WIPs list. Otherwise - I’ve got some old HP fic ideas I’ll get to one day maybe possibly who knows.

Callouts @ Me: Your angst is very predictable and also GODDAMNIT STOP OVERUSING COMMAS.

Best Writing Traits: I have been informed I am good at evocative writing to cause pain, which is good because my niche is angst.

Spicy Tangential Opinion: The number of people who don’t write fanfic so much as their favourite plot with the thin puppet-veneer of fandom and characters slapped on is growing and it sucks. Also, so many people in fandom seem to take rape as the ultimate worst thing someone can do to another, and thereby dismissing torture, manipulation, gaslighting and other just as fucked up, traumatising things. It’s very... simplistic, and also very frustrating.

Tagging: No one, for I am where tag games go to die.

[eitelle]

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#5

— seeing black when you stand up

↳ with rei (hehe), haru, and makoto

heres my first free! iwatobi swim club fic sjshusdh i hope yall enjoy!! (yes this is based iff myself and yes this is purely selfish.)

genre: (bit of hurt)comfort n crack, established relationshups n concerned boyfies 🥺

pairing(s): rei ryūgazaki x gn!reader, makoto tachibana x gn!reader, and haruka nanase x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of like losing vision, feeling dizzy, headaches, and falling in makotos! pls let me know if im missing one :)

wc: 1134

a/n: lets see how badly i can screw this up besties🥵🥵

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#4

Pretty setter squad hcs pt 2

Includes: akaashi, atsumu Miya, and suga

Warnings: none just fluff

Note: idrk atsumu that much but I think I’ve read enough fanfics to get a good enough idea. Pls reblog and comment and like it rly helps me out :)

Pairings (sorta): TIMESKIP akaashi keji x Gn!reader, atsumu Miya x gn!reader, and sugawara koushi x gn!reader

A/n: sorry for the accidental hiatus I just like completely forgot I had to do this 💀💀 anyways can someone explain how to use tags 😀😀😀 ALSO WTF IS WRONG W ME IM WILLINGLY BY CHOICE LEARNING INTRO TO BIO ON KHAN ACADEMY AND IM LOWKEY LIKING IT????? 😀🧍🏻‍♀️ I- anyways on w the headcanons. Oh also idk why but I cant/don’t know how to make like a separation photo thingy but I’ll figure it out ig

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#3

streamer kenma hours 😄

prompt (??): kenma (@/kodzuken) is a popular streamer (ur his s/o 😏) and you do the TikTok trend where you make him cuddle you while he’s playing games

pairings: kenma kozume x gn!reader (gender neutral) but put in any of your preferred pronouns as well if you’d like

TW: a bit of cursing but for the most part none. this is pretty much fluff of a dream I had 💀

ayo this is my first (fanfic?) checkk ‼️😤

A/N: how do I use this app 😀 ok so like idk how tumblr works bc I’m not smart enough so imma treat it like wattpad only I get to shitpost. Wait fuck am I allowed to curse. Fuck. Damn. Wait shit. I mean- ok never mind. Um anyways... this is like a dream I had and I wanted to put it into words ig? Idk 😭 but anyways yeah. oh also put in requests if u want bc I have like no creativity 😔

After a long hard day at your job, a few minutes before you were done for the day a customer at the store you worked at decided to spill coffee all over you. Now of course this wasn’t their fault in the slightest but on top of the stress from your job it was too much and you let yourself off of work a few minutes early. You checked your notifications and realized your boyfriend, kenma kozume (@/kodzuken) and popular game streamer was streaming and wouldn’t be able to hold you when you got home.

You screamed in frustration in your car as you drove away, angry at the bad luck you’ve been facing today. You check to see if kenma maybe got off stream early and give him a call, but it rings a couple times and goes straight to voicemail. You accept defeat and continue driving, until out of nowhere it starts pouring rain outside.

“Why goddamnit! Of all days I had to not bring an umbrella today was the day,” you mutter as you put up your windshield wipers, hoping the rain would go away by the time you got home. It didn’t. After you finally pull up to your flat in Tokyo, you run, taking all of your stuff through the pouring rain making sure to lock your car. Once you hop into the elevator and wait until it stops at your level (sry if this isn’t accurate lmao I’m not rich 💀) you try to pat yourself dry.

“Y/n, get it together,” you say shivering, hoping that kenmas stream wouldn’t see you as you haven’t been shown on camera yet. Not that your boyfriend is ashamed of you, no, quite the opposite. He knows that some of his fans can be a little, overwhelming to say the least, and would rather keep you away from death threats and bullying online. The elevator finally dings and stops at your flat where you collect your stuff and get into the place you call home. Unable to tell kenma you’re home like you normally do you shoot him a quick text:

To: future husband ‼️😏

hey bub im home... just thought I should let you know. love you <//3

delivered at 21:17pm

After heading over to your shared bedroom and changing into one of his hoodies and sweats, you plop down on the couch and check your phone, seeing a video on TikTok. Apparently it’s a trend to go over and cuddle your s/o while they’re gaming and your bf is a streamer/gamer so you think you should try it on him. Remembering that he has a copy of his stream and you can ask for the footage later, you decide to act now, think later. Surges of adrenaline hitting you in waves, your legs decide to have a mind of their own as you make your way to his gaming room.

Doing a quick knock so that he isn’t so suprised and so you won’t chicken out, you tell him, “bub, I’m coming in ok?” in the most innocent tone you can muster, and open his door, finding him staring at you. No, gaping at you as you make your way over to him looking at his paused video game and the stream chat moving so fast you can only make out a couple words. Some of which being “s/o, lying, sibling, and banana.” Wait maybe that last one wasn’t quite right but you get the point and are shocked at the effect you have. He moved his microphone away from his mouth although its a futile attempt as the high quality technology of his headset picks up the conversation just as easily.

“Kitten what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be home for a couple more minutes and you know how I feel about your face being shown on cams,” the last part sounding very possesive but protective on your end.

Realizing that although you tell yourself it’s just for a TikTok, you didn’t need to lie when giving him a reason and you really do want cuddles. “I’m sorry bub I was just having a bad day at work so I came home a little early and I wanted cuddles. You didn’t respond to my text and I didn’t know you were streaming,” you tell him giving him a look that you know he can’t refuse. As he stares at you dumbfounded, you can’t help laugh a little at the in shock way he looks.

“Fine,” he grits out with no malice and you can tell it didn’t take much to get him to agree. As he moves his microphone back to where it was, you climb onto his lap, straddling his waist, as you wrap your arms around the nape of his neck. “Everyone, meet my... s/o y/n,” he tells the stream while chat goes crazy and you start to get comfy. “We’ve been dating for 3 years now and I haven’t shown their face or revealed I had a s/o because I didn’t want them to receive hate. That being said, now that you all know who they are, please treat them with respect and kindness. They make me really happy,” he says looking at you lovingly as you turn your head to meet his gaze at his words. You blush and turn away, busying yourself with putting his hair back up into a low bun and familiarizing yourself with his steady heartbeat as you cuddle him, slowly falling asleep in his lap.

Kenmas pov: (ahaha bet you weren’t expecting that one)

Now that the stream had ended and I finished my game, winning of course, I was getting sleepy as well, y/n already fast asleep in my lap before I even got 15 kills.

I pick her up watching her snore slightly and drool a little thinking they were the most precious thing ever. As I walk over to our room, careful not to wake them, I murmur subconsciously, “I love you so much baby” not expecting them to repeat the same thing to me in their sleep. When I finally reach our room I lay them down carefully, making sure they wouldn’t wake up as I went to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

After I finished with hygiene (that’s important kids 😀) and changed into pajamas, I tiptoed back to our bed tucking us both in and cuddling with them, already half asleep.

Fan watching the stream pov: (why am I making so many povs? The world will never know.)

OMG. OMG. THE KODZUKEN JUST ANNOUNCED TO ME AND THE OTHER 2.5 MILLION PEOPLE ON HIS STREAM THAT HE HAS A S/O. Theyre gorgeous of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less, and the way they look at each other- wow. I quickly open Twitter and not to my suprise everyone is freaking out over kodzukens ethereal s/o (thats you babe 😉).

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PICKLES

— now working at a sandwich shop, you think an old love that you cant stop thinking about is finally slipping your mind, until he walks right in your shops door. old flames resurfacing and new sparks forming, the million dollar question is will he give you his side pickles?

pairing(s): iwaoi, matsukawa issei x fem sandwich shop worker!reader, kiyotana

genre: crack, fluff, childhood!friends to lovers

warnings: haikyuu timeskip spoilers and some photos will be used, but yn is still you, just pretend youre inserting yourself in the photo!

status: discontinued :(

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276 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 06:06:39 GMT

#1

dadzawa 🥺

this is so self indulgent im sorry 😭

ALSO YALL CAN MF SEND IN REQUESTS GRR BARK BARK YOU HAVE TO STOP MY SELF INDULGENCY HELP-

this is like a fic but headcanon format???? idk???? i just??? wrote??????? help???????

secret relationship w ur hr teacher prohero dad check 😊🔫

pairings: dad!aizawa x daughter!reader

warnings: overprotective dad 🤨🤨 and strong language

bte the bullets are really irrelevent i just thought itd be nice to know for refrence for future fics since its what my quirk is in my shifting script and its also a go to superpower of mine

so background on you: ur his love child but the mom ✨ a b a n d o n e d ✨ you

yall habe a great relationship,,, very open

u got into UA as top of recomemdations

no one knows you and mr. aizawa (who is ur hr teacher) are actually related

he doesnt go easy on you (thats prob why they cant tell dumb fuck) in class

ur quirk is that based off how happy or sad/strong your emotions are mean how much you can control light or darkness (its soley based off emotions, not like how much light is where you are)

you can make weapons of light and dark from your quirk or pull a tokoyami and have light or dark surround you, making you have basically armour which elevates yiur strength

if someone gets hit by ur quirk they become paralyzed w too many emotions

ur go to weapon is either balls of light/dark or light/dark whips

sad emotions=dark, happy emotions=light

you have ur dads hair and his eye bags skjsjd

ur hero name is eclipse and ur light whip is named solar, while ur dark whip is named lunar

ur hero suit is like this (ac: ON-K on deviantart) but black and white 😩

yes most of the guys are attracted to you, yes you are friends w everyone, yes mr. aizawa hates the first part

SJJSDH SORRY THIS WAS LONG BUT THIS IS JUST AN IDEA IVE HAD FOR THE LONGEST MF TIME EVER

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[glowingbadger]

hi sorry to bug you! but in regards to ur upcoming lumine x kaeya fanfic, I'm not sure if its 100% true but f! & m! travellers are underage ;;

I love ur other headcanons tho!

Hey anon! I totally appreciate folks chatting with me about this stuff- here's my take, because I do consider this kinda thing super seriously:

- the travelers appear to be semi-ageless world hopping magical fuckery of some kind. (Google says "around 2000 years old," for all the good that does us). We don't have a ton of info on this yet, but it's really the only reference to a life pre-canon that we get.

However! Those who know me will know that this alone wouldn't be enough to make me feel comfortable writing them. For instance, I don't buy the classic "this loli is secretly a 1000 y/o dragon so it's okay that I wanna smash" - so I feel obligated to look into it more.

- the only other reference to age we get for the Traveller is that they're apparently not old enough to drink in Mondstadt. This is SUPER complicated for a lot of reasons. One is that some people have argued that the Traveller tends to appear irritated by this like they're being teased, so some argue that they are of drinking age, but just look young. That's very shaky justification though. The only thing that makes me consider this even a little valid is that Venti is an absolute fetus and no one seems to bat an eye at his alcohol intake.

- The MORE complicated issue is that of cultural context and how much we simply don't know. What is the drinking age in Mondstadt? Their culture and economy is so alcohol dependent that a high drinking age seems unlikely. But that's assuming that the writing, world building and translations in this game were always ironclad- which they patently are not.

And now we get into the weirdest part, which is the enormous cultural gap that Genshin as a whole suffers from. In China, where the game originates, the age of consent is 14 (ew) and the drinking age is 18- meanwhile here in the US of A, we've got an age of consent of 18 (usually) and a drinking age of 21- so already we're dealing with very different developmental stages and a cultural gap that makes me feel icky. But lastly, consider that the US is extremely prudish about references to alcohol compared to most countries, especially East Asian cultures. The video game rating system is a fuck, and I would put money on the idea that the translators were told to specify that NO, NO, OUR YOUNG LOOKING PROTAG DEFINITELY ISN'T DRINKING WE SWEAR- regardless of any original intended indicator of age

So here's what it comes down to for me:

- this game refuses to make actual sense of the traveler's age

- everyone in this game has round baby faces so the visuals really don't help

- translation is a fuck (need I remind us of the charming kea-luc sworn brothers vs. brothers debate)

- the game constantly and actively encourages you to ship its characters, primarily with your Traveller

- I need a reader insert for a fairly involved Kaeya fic

- goddamnit fine I'll just use Lumine unless Mihoyo wants to give me an actual canon age.

- I am gonna write this goddamn character as an adult so there's no question about my personal intent.

Phew, sorry for the rant lol, but I really want to impress on folks that I don't take this sort of thing lightly and I do seriously consider things like this! I'm really, genuinely open to hearing other people's thoughts on this, and other characters. ❤️

[softpshycopath]

WELCOME!

Hi, welcome to my page :) I write fanfics and create vibes!

Fanfics:

I really want to write fanfics for Marvel, Harry Potter and Stranger Things so feel free to send requests! I’ve added a promt list to make it easier but don’t hesitate to request things you come up with yourself! My masterlist will be on the bottom of this post.

Important: 

- I will try to be as genderneutral as possible, but by default will tend to use she/her pronouns for reader if they are necessary. If you want any others, please mention them in your request!

- I don’t write smut sorry.

Prompts: 

‘Come over here and make me.’

‘Have you lost your mind?’

‘Please, don’t leave.’

‘Wait a minute, are you jealous?’

‘I almost lost you.’

‘Wanna bet?’

‘Do not ever do that again?’

‘Teach me how to play?’

‘Don’t you dare throw that snowba- goddamnit!’

‘I think we need to talk.’

‘Kiss me.’

‘Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.’

‘So, I found this waterfall…’

‘It could be worse.’

‘Looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while.’

‘This is, without doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course, I’m in’

‘You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.’

‘I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I won’t notice.’

‘Just once.’

‘Please, stay.’

‘Well? Say something. Scream, yell, anything!’

‘You can’t keep pretending like it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!’

‘Why are you so nice to me?’

‘Well, this is awkward.’

‘Are you scared?’

Masterlist:

Marvel:

Druig:

Dance with me?

Shut up, for me?

Prompt 4: ‘Wait a minute, are you jealous?’

Prompt 21: "Well? Say something. Scream, yell, anything!'

Prompt 24: "Well, this is awkward."

Harry Potter:

Feel free to request :)

Stranger Things:

Feel free to request :)

Vibes:

Basically, I make moodboards. Feel free to send me some words, texts or pictures if you want me to make you a moodboard, and hopefully I can inspire you <3

Library Ghost (dark academia, academic vibes)

[ms-demeanor]

I wouldn't be so annoyed with the "Cpt Marvel was an ad for the air Force" if I had seen more "Captain America was totally cool with letting the Army experiment on him as a recruitment tool". I don't say this to ask you to 'prove' that you said the same about Steve, and as I generally agree with your stances I'm not trying to start a fight, but that's a peeve of mine and I'd like to air it

I’ve heard people say this a few times - “Captain Marvel is only getting criticized like this because it’s a movie about a woman; why didn’t the Captain America movies get treated like this” (not that I think that’s what you’re saying specifically and I get that this is a personal pet peeve of yours but I’m jumping off of it to ramble a bit) and I think that’s a false equivalence.

The Captain America movies are positive about the Army but there wasn’t a direct ad created by the army to recruit chronically ill people to get experimented on - there *WAS* an ad created by the air force to run before showings of Captain Marvel to recruit women. When I’m saying “the US air force used Captain Marvel as a vehicle for recruitment advertising” I’m being very literal.

Captain America did NOT have a custom ad that ran before screenings featuring men bulking up to join the army. The US air force made an ad showing women who DID parallel Captain Marvel’s story.

That and military publications don’t write glowing articles about how amazing Captain America was as a recruitment tool - they definitely do about Captain Marvel

And, FUCK, I want to quote this ENTIRE FUCKING ARTICLE to show exactly how much the military views Captain Marvel as a recruiting tool, but here’s the last paragraph:

The lesson service branches must learn from Captain Marvel is not that there is an unbridgeable disconnect between modern youth and military service, nor that they must lean-in to the soft-power missions. The women of Generation Z and members of the military may share a fierce selflessness and commitment to bettering our nation, and it is in this space that military branches can speak to women as the bad asses they already are.

Girl Boss!

It’s also got a bit about Captain America -

In this cultural moment, what set Captain America, the character, apart was that his allegiance was not to America: the nation, but to America: the idea. Captain America demonstrated American exceptionalism, but it framed it in a way that could make sense to youth of the time: you can be proud to be an American because Americans as a people are good and want the world to be better. America stands for change and hope.

In this way, Captain America is both a wry critique of old patriotism and a glimpse of how millennials were starting to see their role as Americans.

But we’re not recruiting millennials anymore. We’re recruiting the subsequent generation, one so new that there isn’t a name for them yet. They are our current high school and college students, and there is one thing about them we know to be true: They’re like millennials, but worse.

Feel free to call the Captain America movies recruitment tools. They are. So are the Iron Man movies. But they are recruiting tools in the general sense that all movies featuring the military are recruiting tools - Wow, Explosion Good; Military Tough; Much Patriotism; Many War.

Captain Marvel is much more pointed in the way that it features a specific role in a specific branch AND was paired with a commercial that said “here’s how you can be exactly like Captain Marvel and these other very cool Lady Fighter pilots.”

Actually you know what I have to quote the above article one more time:

It is also for this reason that the acknowledgement of sexism described in PART I is important—it is a reality, and it is harmful to pretend it isn’t when very real women can raise their hand and speak from their experiences. But the movie is also very clever in how they portray the systemic and institutional sexism—the culprits are peers, bad apples, not institutional leaders, and that is what is going to help reframe the history of systemic sexism in the military as an opportunity for the future force.

That is. That is a hell of a thing. It’s not a recruiting thing, per se, but it is a thing.

BY THE WAY Jack Saint has a REALLY GOOD video about Great Man Theory and the Ideology of the MCU:

The MCU has shit on a lot of what I like about Marvel Comics and I particularly dislike that they landed on the moral of “I have successfully privatized world peace” and “surveillance by a technocratic elite is a good thing, actually;” I think that Steve serves as a foil to that in the films while Carol is on the sidelines of that issue.

To be fair, Carol has only had one movie so far while Steve has had three and the “I’m going to do a treason” didn’t REALLY become a theme for him until his third movie.

Again, don’t get me wrong, Captain America is totally a recruiting tool - it’s why when Steve goes Nomad we don’t get the whole “I renounce my country” speech from the comics - but Captain America didn’t get anywhere near the support, access, and customized synergistic recruiting ads that Captain Marvel did.

I don’t think it’s helpful to look at a custom-made ad featuring people who look like the main character of a film doing the thing that the main character of the film does that ran before showings of the film and compare that to a movie in which a dude joins the military by letting them make him superhuman and say “these are the same.” The military isn’t trying to get people to sign up to get experimented on, they are very much trying to get people to sign up to fly fighter jets and drones.

Also just for the record all of these characters are a million times cooler and more interesting in the comics and goddamnit I *like* seeing superheros struggling with addiction and failed relationships and being petty and human and the MCU as a whole, is bad and you shouldn’t spend money on it.

(Take all of this with a grain of “I haven’t voluntarily watched a movie from the MCU since 2010 and I don’t plan to start now.” I like reading MCU meta and fanfic but the movies look fucking *terrible*)

[speedystarshine]

Hello everyone!!! :D

This is just a generic about me page, so that I can properly introduce myself. I hope you enjoy yourselves here! <3

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