#drafts sorted i promise i'm going to sleep

[texas-bbq-pringles]

via told me to go to bed bc i was clearing put drafts while i'm in bed i'm gonna cry

[neil-gaiman]

Hey Neil, Could I ask for some words of encouragement and maybe advice? My first book is due to go to proofs in a month (non-fiction), and I've been writing my fingers off for the past several months, but at present it feels like I'm writing and writing and not making progress. There's a mountain-high list of technical edits (line edits, referencing, double-checking facts I put in early drafts, changes to fulfill spec requirements, etc, etc), possible changes in chapter order for flow reasons, and the last chapter has been through god knows how many drafts and is still being rewritten, and I can't see the cutting room floor because of the sheer amount of draft pages taken out and left for future books, and this is the absolutely final deadline. In a month, it goes to review, and needs to be 100% done by then; if review passes, we go to print. Do you have any words of wisdom on pacing oneself through this kind of crunch, and maybe how not to panic?

I don't think so. When I'd find myself in that sort of situation I'd normally have a crazy month finishing things and promise myself a lot of sleep or some days off when it was done. Make lists of things to finish then cross them off. Panicking is just fine as long as you don't freeze. Or worse, do something else.

[stesierra]

Writeblr ReIntro!

I'm posting a new intro because now that I've been on Writeblr a little while, I realize how much information I left out! Hi, I'm Stephanie, I live in the desert with my husband and baby and three cats, and I'm an ace, bipolar fantasy writer! When I was a kid, they said I had ADHD but then I got my Masters degree in biology, so they claim I can't have it. Online tests say I'm probably autistic.

I used to write sci fi twelve years ago but only low tech sci fi about weird aliens, which nobody likes. Now I write fantasy novels! Lots of fantasy novels! I am beginning to post them on my website so if you want to read them, please keep an eye on this post.

My books often but not always have some romance (either m/f or f/f because I prefer female protagonists.) Since I'm ace (and demiromantic), my interpretation of romance and attraction is not exactly what you'd expect from, say, a romance novel.

I am not going to tell you about all my books! I've written eighteen! Four of them are shelved forever! Here's some recent ones (written or revised since 2018) that I haven't given up on. Please ask me questions about them! I LOVE talking about my books! Also, if you want to be added to my taglist for writing samples let me know! Please also tell me if you're interested in alpha or beta reading and for which book! Mutuals only, please!

My books are beneath the cut! As I add WIP intros, I'll update this list with links.

Cast Out

YA fantasy! On her sixteenth birthday, Zisha is cast out of the Plenary Cities for the crime of being born deaf, like her grandmother before her. In the wastelands, she meets Thesil, a depressed and bitter young woman. Zisha wants nothing to do with her — until she sees Thesil's face in a vision. But before she can find out what the visions mean or reach her grandmother's holdings in the wastes, the plague returns to the Plenary Cities. If the disabled really caused the plague thirty years ago, and were cast out to stop the spread, how can it be back when all of them are outcast?

Status: Finished. Being serialized.

WIP intro here.

Now being serialized here. First five chapters up, one posted weekly.

The Bone Queen

This is my NA fantasy about the aftermath of freeing an undead queen and her skeleton army. They take over the kingdom, of course! The main character, Elise, is trapped in Bandrum palace by Aubrey, the ghost who tricked her into falling in love and freeing him (plus everyone else.) He's an animated skeleton now with plans to marry Elise and force her to carry his children. The bone queen has promised him she'll make it happen. Too bad no one cares what Elise wants. If only she had magic of her own...

Status: undergoing a rewrite after developmental edit. Was 109k before revisions. Not available for beta reading.

Draft number? Hahahaha. It has two complete sequels (The Spellbound King (106k) and The Matriarch's Daughter (96k)) I must also rewrite. This series is going to kill me but I love it. My mom, who loves everything I write, complained that it was weird. I'm very proud.

WIP intro here.

First chapter here.

School of Souls

This is my YA contemporary fantasy about a boarding school in the Bighorn Mountains! It's supposed to be a place parents can send "bad" teens to have their problems sorted out, but secretly the founder is using it to train the kids as sorcerers. Even more secretly, the school devours the souls of the students sent there, and the teenagers who graduate aren't the same as the ones who arrived... Warning: does include teenage addiction to sleeping pills and ghosts and and parental death. It's going to have sequels but I haven't written them yet.

Status: Complete first draft. 83k. Available for alpha reading.

WIP intro here.

First chapter here.

The Many-faced Princess

This is YA fantasy with a historical vibe but set in a made up world. Vaguely inspired by ancient Phoenicia. It's about Princess Ameryi, who was blessed by the genderless trickster god, Akihel, to be able to change her face. If her father the king ever found out, he'd have to execute her, of course. Akihel is just plain evil. All the other gods say so. A daughter who's their champion? Impossible. An abomination. So Ameryi will just have to make sure her father never finds out. That was easier to do before the Asirtinsa Empire threatened to invade and her father sent her to secure an alliance with a neighboring king. She's supposed to marry him. Not steal his face and frame him for murder. But sometimes plans just don't work out.

This book was supposed to be about two lesbian princesses who frame the king for murder so they can elope, but both princesses decided to be ace and there was nothing I could do.

Status: Complete first draft. 83k. It's going to have sequels but I haven't written them yet. Available for alpha reading.

First chapter here.

Map here.

Court Phoenix

This is my NA fantasy! Kerra is a blacksmith's apprentice. Not because she wants the job, but because her mother sold her future to him when she was still a toddler who crawled into live fires and giggled as the flames consumed her clothes. Now she's a woman, trapped by the expectations of her family and her village. Until one day, a phoenix crash-lands and dies in her arms. When it's reborn, it chooses Kerra as its keeper. Soon, her dreary future is swept away. A princess from Skyfire, the moving city, offers her a job in the royal court. How could Kerra refuse? Her family's claims that she'll die if she ever leaves the village are just manipulative lies. Aren't they?

Status: Complete third draft. 104k. Available for beta reading.

First chapter here.

The Revenant Trilogy

Adult fantasy. Solving a murder should bring good fortune, but all it brings Mindral Thideet is disaster. Her fame and peaceful life as head researcher at the city of knowledge end abruptly. In retaliation for her investigation into his crimes, Payar Cheref, the head of the powerful Cheref family, burns her beloved cousins alive and scars her face. The scar marks her as a revenant, a body possessed by a godkin, one of the gods' evil children. Her life as a researcher is over. All that's left is revenge.

No one believes her when she denies that godkins have any power over her. But godkins, real ones, are far closer than she realizes. Tearing down Payar Cheref could destroy Mindral, her family, and the nation itself.

-The Halfway Revenant (rewriting draft 4) 120k. Not available for beta reading.

-The Soul-Seer (draft 2) - 130k

-The Godkin's Gambit (draft 2) 121k

First chapter here.

As Immortality Fades

Adult fantasy. Five hundred years ago, one of the immortal and unpredictable Valteifur visited the kingdom of Kathild and granted the young queen Nelone immortality. But there was a catch. She'd live forever, youthful and strong, just so long as her subjects were happy. For centuries, she's met her part of the deal. But when the Valteifur returns to check on her progress, he grants her a new gift: the resurrection of every single person in Kathild who's died in the last two hundred years. Then he disappears.

There aren't enough houses for them all. There's not enough food. And winter is here.

Status: Complete first draft. 98k. Available for alpha reading.

Bi MC, enemies to lovers.

First chapter here.

Stitches and Memories

This one's adult fantasy. Antea's father ripped her mind apart, left her for dead, and vanished twelve years ago, and she's going to find out why. But when constables try to kill her and strange truth magic grows inside of her, hunting her father starts to look like suicide. Too bad going home isn't an option.

Status: I exchanged this with a critique partner and now it embarrasses me. Fourth draft. 122k. Available for beta reading.

Trigger warning: magic seizures

First chapter here.

WIP intro here.

Triangle Park

Contemporary Fantasy. I have no idea who it's for. An elf exiled to the middle of nowhere ends up stuck with an unexpected child. It's about reluctant parenting and protecting the needy. And elves and faeries slumming it in a mobile home.

Status: Complete first draft. 86k. Available for alpha reading.

First chapter here.

Mud-Child

Adult fantasy. Rebeka has always heard that a woman who goes through menopause loses her spark (the magic that lets her create children). If she's had children, it just makes the neighbors a little more fertile. But Rebeka never wanted a man, and she never wanted to raise a child. Not since her twin sister died and her beloved Suza left her for a man. The problem is, the spark leaves a childless woman differently, everyone says. A bitter hag? She'll curse her neighbors. A sweet dim biddie? She'll give her spark to inanimate objects and create a monster. Rebeka doesn't know which she is, but she believes it's a myth.

That was before the clay in her clay pit woke up and called her mother.

Status: Third draft. 109k. Needs a rewrite! Not available for beta reading.

First chapter here.

WIP intro here.

I GUESS I'M WRITING A NEW BOOK

The Giant's Gamble

First chapter here.

I started writing this on Friday the 13th, 2023. LET'S SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES TO WRITE WITH A BABY.

Short stories

The Unfamous Dead

VERY OLD CRAP

The Scribe and the Sphinx

Adult historical fantasy

Status: second draft. Shelved for good. 85k.

The Adrift series

The River's Drift. 100k.

The Waking Mountain. 106k.

Low-tech alien sci fi. Shelved for good.

My first book whose name I forget. About 50k. Exists only as a hard copy in my parents' house.

Taglist so far (tell me if you want to be added or removed)

Tag list for everything

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@anonymousfoz

@moremysteriesthantragedies

@elizababie

@sm-writes-chaos

@bellascarousel

@the-dragon-chronicler

@teacupsandstarlight

@vorskra

@wrenofthewords

@amostdelectablescribbler

@mysticstarlightduck

@phantommill

@gracewritesbooks

@aziz-reads

@owlsandwich

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@koala2all

@rmgrey-author

@atomatowriter

@cheerfulmelancholies

@delusionisaplace

@janec23

@writing-is-a-martial-art

@authortango

Just chapters and snippets

@da-na-hae

For The Many-faced Princess

@deadlyessencewhispers

@serenanymph

The Halfway Revenant

@acertainmoshke

For Stitches and Memories

@space-writes

@acertainmoshke

The Bone Queen

@janec23

@holdmyteaplease

@digital-chance

@thecrookedwriterspath

@tea-and-mercury

@coven-archives

I love you all!

[mystra-midnight]

I Declare a Tug-of-war

summery: after a three day hunt you finally had the chance to have a good nights sleep, and a sleep in. except you had the share the bed with dean, a known blanket hog.

warnings: swearing. little bit of fluff. little bit of smut. ooc dean.

words: 1.6k

a/n: this was originally meant to be written as part of another writers challenge but then i disappeared and sort of never came back. after two years in my drafts i finally found the muse to finish it. now i'm reposting it because i was dumb and deleted it by mistake.

It was the biting cold that woke you after only a few hours of sleep. You and the Winchester brothers had been in Kansas hunting a siren, which had been an utter pain in the ass. It took three days to track it down and kill it, and now that the deed was done, you could finally sleep. Except the room was a fucking icebox, and you were turning into an ice cube.

Your skin was prickled with goosebumps, your nipples hardened peaks that were straining against your sleep shirt, and your teeth were clattering. Groaning softly, you peeled an eye open to look at the rickety A/C on the wall and balked when you saw it was set to sixteen degrees. You fumbled blindly for the covers, only to be met with resistance when you tried to draw them up to your neck.

You fought down the urge to flail angrily and instead opted to roll over and glare at the man beside you, who was snuggled comfortably beneath your share of the blanket; you were going to beat him black and blue. Dean had always been a blanket hog, which, combined with being a restless sleeper, meant you often ended up without anything to snuggle beneath.

"Dean," you whined and shoved his shoulder, but the elder brother didn’t rouse. He groaned softly and rolled away from you. This time, you punched him hard enough to wake him before dragging the blanket off him.

"What the hell?" His voice was husky, thick with exhaustion, surprise, and irritation, as well as a bundle of other emotions you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He propped himself up on an elbow and glared down at you, the dull yellow glow of the morning sun seeping through the window, illuminating the room and your huddled form.

He grabbed a fistful of the blanket and your shirt and attempted to cover himself, but you fought him. "You were hogging the blanket again!" You snapped irritably. It was a game of push-me-shove-you that was threatening to rip the blanket down the middle. "Stop hogging all the blanket!"

"Oh," he said, his tone oozing sarcasm. "Would you like to be the pot or the kettle, Y/N? I think I’d rather be the kettle. Or maybe the pot. I guess it doesn’t matter since they’re both black." Across the room, Sam groaned in annoyance when your childish argument woke him. You saw his eyes open to glare at you both before he rolled over and buried his head under his pillow.

Lucky bastard. Sam had won roshambo, which meant he got a bed to himself, and no amount of pleading, puppy dog eyes, or promises of cooking for the next month had been able to convince him to switch.

"Knock it off." Dean snarled. His gaze had darkened, and his tone was beginning to sound like that of a petulant child that couldn’t get his way. It was only natural that you refused. Instead, you rolled away, pulling the blanket with you and untucking them on his side.

"Dammit, Y/N!"

His large hand grabbed your shoulder, his fingertips digging in hard enough to bruise you as he hauled you back to face him. He was sitting up now and was glaring down at you with a hot gaze that didn’t soften when you looked at him with the same puppy-dog pout that failed to win his brother over.

His gaze narrowed slightly, making the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes more prominent. Your own stare roamed over his naked chest, noticing the way his skin was riddled with goosebumps and scars, making you bite the corner of your mouth. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen him shirtless, or naked, for that matter.

But each time you had to beat down the urge to map the canvass of his body, to spend hours tracing each scar, every harsh line, and every blurred edge, committing the details to memory, and kissing them until his own bad memories were replaced with ones of you. Yeah, okay, you were kind of in love with Dean Winchester. But the smug asshole didn’t need to know that.

It was a good old-fashioned Mexican standoff.

That was until he made a move for the blanket again, and you had to fling yourself away, almost falling out of bed in the process. It was his hand catching you by the arm and flinging you onto your back that prevented you from sprawling on the floor.

"Get off me!" You squealed with laughter as he used his weight to pin you to the mattress. His hips were nestled between your thighs, which you had clamped tightly around him to stop him from getting any closer. One of his hands was on your hip, burning through your clothing until you felt the heat of his palm right down to your bones, and he was pushing you into the mattress as he tried to free the blanket from your grasp.

"Give it to me!" He snapped loudly.

Any other time you would have done exactly that or made some witty retort, but right this very moment you were feeling bratty, so you just held it further away from him. Dean reacted aggressively, digging his fingers into your skin so that you whimpered, the sound tinged with pain and excitement. You were going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers, and that thought lit fires in your belly.

You pulled it to your chest and held it there. Your breasts bounced from the erratic movements, threatening to spill free from the thin shirt concealing them. Your nipples were hard, and your skin chilled from the frigid air. It didn’t escape his notice, and you felt his cock twitching to life against your thigh.

"Give it to you, huh?" You teased.

"You wouldn’t know what to do with me."

Dean sneered down at you and then hauled the blanket away with a huff. He held it over his head, out of your reach, and tried to twist his body away from you. You tightened your thighs around his hips and pulled him closer, so that you felt him through your panties and he felt the damp between your legs against his cock.

And in the split second when his guard was down, when he was staring at you with lust-red eyes and beating down the urge to strip you naked and plunge his cock into your hot snatch, you took advantage. With both hands, you grabbed the blanket and yanked it back, only to be met with resistance once again.

It was a childish game of tug-of-war; it was ridiculous and asinine, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Even Dean cracked a weary grin as you wriggled beneath him, rubbing your clothed cunt against the morning tent he was starting to pitch.

And then it happened.

You wished you could say it was Dean burying his rigid cock inside of you, and you feeling the delicious stretch of your pussy wrapping around him, the length of him stimulating each and every one of your internal sweet spots.

Except it wasn’t.

The sound that broke through the room was like a gunshot shattering the night, and it left both you and Dean in stunned silence. There in your hands was the blanket, and there in his hands was the second half.

"Dean!" You yelled.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped back.

Your reaction was to throw it in his face. Fucking asshole. There you were beneath him, freezing to death and horny as hell, and now your blanket was ruined. You silently cursed every god whose name you remembered, condemning them for having forced you to share a bed with a known blanket hog.

You shoved at the wall of his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he slammed a fist into the pillow beside your head in a fit of sleep-deprived irritability. Really, you couldn’t blame him. That damn siren had kicked your asses up and down the street for days before Sam managed the kill shot.

All three of you were sore, tired, and in a foul mood.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t pissed.

"You guys are actually ridiculous. You know that, right? Fucking ridiculous." Sam groaned from his bed, his back toward you, though there was no mistake about what had happened just now. "You better sort yourselves out right quick because I’m not sharing with either of you idiots."

You barely had time to whine and beg for Sam to reconsider before the air was forced out of your lungs by the delicious weight of Dean Winchester atop of you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath a gentle caress against your skin, and it stunned you into an awkward silence.

This was definitely not how you expected your day off to go.

But you weren’t in a position to complain. The man burned like a furnace even on the bitterest of winter nights, and it didn’t take long for the warmth of him to penetrate you, right down to the bone. You weren’t shivering now; in fact, you were quite content.

It was comfortable. His arms felt like home; he held you like a promise, and Dean Winchester never broke his promises.

And okay, yeah, maybe it wasn’t the same as having his cock buried in your cunt or his tongue in your mouth, but it was a pretty close second. And as you wrapped your arms around him and listened to the soft sound of his breathing as he dozed off, you decided that you could get used to this.

[xinnabon]

he's the type to...!!!

#kazuha & albedo x gn!reader

note; "he's the type to" edition!!! but these are basically just wholesome, on crack, short, and definitely hcs that don't make sense at all.

requests are allowed to be sent but do take in mind that i will take longer than expected since i would require your patience over this. also no nsfw, i'm a minor.

i don't think this is proof read since i just wanted to post after months.

+KAZUHA

he's the type to dance like old married couples with you. life awaits him and now that you're here, many outcomes behold in the future to the two of you as time comes, as he wants you to be a part of it.

he's the type to wait for you. if you're going to be gone long, he'll support you and still stay loyal. why is that?

he's the type to sing for you. the questionable thing is, its like he's alluring you to sleep after a hard day. he has some poems he made and just make it in song form to just make you more sleepier just trying to understand what it means. i do wonder if it does matter.

he's the type to be like a knight. even though he is a noble himself, it is never a burden to sweep you up your feet. saving you and saving himself.

he's the type to lift your stuff. maybe when you try moving in with him, he'd do all sorts of things just to make you feel welcomed enough, or its just simply carrying certain grocery. who knows.

he's the type to write about you ACCIDENTALLY. maybe he'd reflect it over something he foresaw or just something he takes value of and inspired him. as he progresses, it eventually turns about you.

(previous bullet extended) "a promise is made out of true loyalty and devotion in committing to someone. either you spouse, friend, family, or even to someone as hard as rock to figure out, it is still a must to be able to harnest your ability and fulfil it. someday, somewhere, somehow, i'll have the will to promise to my own spouse. to make due with at the end of " he scraps it off. (bonus if he just keeps it somewhere instead)

he's the type to save drafts from his writing. he probably has a lot and likes looking at it since it sounds so direct and a few mistakes... just often poorly written or not understandable enough to comprehend.

he's the type to be caught rambling too much about a certain topic or interest by "reflection". he'd go all out and get sympathetic, just by thinking as well what other people would think about it. you sometimes tell him over and over again but maybe he can't stop because it may take advantage of him.

+ALBEDO

he's the type to never judge. even at times of being reckless, he wouldn't bother to pressure you further. he is someone to trust whenever you fear of one's opinion or possible judgement that can lead as an offense. no. he would never.

he's the type to doodle. whenever you come by while he is working or watching him work, he does horrible but cute doodles of the both of you while writing specific formulas or other materials he does. he thinks that it serves as entertainment for you.

he's the type to ramble and fidget around. again, working. you can hear him spitting out certain hypothesis, possibilities, formulas, or literally... anything. he likes it just because he thinks that it can help progress his mind more.

he's the type to be clueless. maybe the first time you were trying to court him, he thought you were just trying to hell regardless of the weird pick up lines you did to get his attention. you literally told him off that you liked him and the fact he only knew now at that moment.

he's the type to accidentally baby you. he's pretty much used to being with klee all the time to the point he is overly protective even if you doubt it. as in, he would ask if you are comfortable with him or not. maybe he does need a break.

he's the type to generally not know how to cook. he'd kept asking you how to just to spend some time and improve. all he probably knows is just to make daily every morning coffee.

he's the type to be less self-conscious around you. people are horribly terrifying to be with because it's either they'd want to test you or even aggravate you to your limit. not you. no. you'd never do that to him. he did thought about it but as timed leaned and further passed, with you, nothing will interfere.

he's the type to be your tutor. history or chemistry, he'd know. instant head aches just hearing him teach you but he doesn't bother to make an issue out of it. but of course, he'll be cut out in trying to go a more simpler level for you. (not an insult...)

he's the type to do crossword puzzles or just puzzles in general. he can be bored or just in a burnt out, and you know all about the cerebrum and testing your brain to become more knowledgeable per puzzle or anything. he liked asking you if you ever want to do some with him but maybe that's your fault for the lack of capacity you contain in your head that you refuse to at times.

[dumbassprompts]

Catradora Baseball AU

Modern AU where women’s Major League Baseball actually exists and is popular! Catra and Adora grew up playing on the same little league team – Catra’s foster mom was obsessed with the idea of the kids she took in becoming professional athletes – but went their separate ways when Adora’s parents died, and her older sister Mara moved them out of town.

10 years later, Adora has been drafted by the Brightmoon Mets and is due to start playing for their Triple-A team, the Moonstone Mets as First Basewoman/Designated Hitter. Her first game is a home game against the Black Garnet Giants (their division rivals), and there is buzz among the crowd and the players because the Giants have a new star pitcher fresh up from Double-A. When Adora steps up to the plate, she is beyond shocked to see her former teammate Catra Alvarez atop the pitcher’s mound.

The story follows the two women’s interactions as new rivals throughout the first half of the regular season as they vie for promotion to the majors, complete with confrontations, hit-by-pitches, injury scares and eventual reconciliation, all leading up to the trade deadline where Adora is called up to Brightmoon’s major league roster, and Catra is traded to the Moonstone Mets with the promise that she’ll be given a shot to pitch in the majors in the next season.

The Teams

Here's where things get nerdy and granular. If you couldn't tell by my choice of team names, I'm a big New York Mets fan, so I've used the players on that team as a bit of a guide for which character types should be playing which position. I'll explain:

The Moonstone Mets

Adora (1st Base/Designated Hitter)

I've essentially based Adora's baseball profile on Pete Alonso, the 1st baseman of the NY Mets. The vibes are Blonde Power Hitter, hyper serious on the field, labrador off the field. Adora reads to me as the type of player who would rise to stardom quickly by hitting a lot of big home runs, but could just as easily fall apart if she gets in her head.

Glimmer (Catcher)

Glimmer is kind of a mix between Kevin Costner's character from Bull Durham (snarky, but secretly kinda wise leader type) and Mets catcher Francisco Alvarez (life of the party vibes). Also catchers tend to be on the shorter side.

Mermista (Short Stop)

Short stop is just a really technically demanding role that requires all sorts of different skill sets. Mermista reads as hyper-competent, but super nonchalant about it.

Frosta (2nd Base)

Also a position more suited to shorter players, but I mainly put Frosta here because she has Jeff McNeil vibes, i.e. angry as hell when things aren't going her way, and extatic when they are.

Perfuma (Starting Pitcher)

Pitchers are often tall and lanky, but more than anything else, good pitching often boils down to an ability to stay out of your own head and not let the pressure get to you. I thought of Yusei Kikuchi as inspiration for perfuma - the man has talked about sleeping and reading an absolutely ungodly amount for a working athlete - a truly zen pitcher would be dangerous.

Netossa (Designated Hitter/1st Base)

For Netossa I thought of J.D. Martinez, an older, more experienced player who essentially doubles as part of the coaching staff.

Spinnerella (3rd Base)

Honestly, I just needed somone recogniseable to play at 3rd... no shade to Spinny.

Juliet (Centre Field)

Starla (Right Field)

Tallstar (Left Field)

Bow (Batting Coach)

Seeing as this is women's baseball, Bow couldn't be a player, but I do really like the idea of him in a teaching role. Bow has a level head and technical expertise, so having him giving Adora technical (and, let's be real, emotional) guidance made a lotta sense to me.

Micah (Manager)

Can't have a SPOP modern AU without a bit of Brightmoon family nepotism.

Angella (Brightmoon Mets General Manager)

The Black Garnet Giants

Catra (Starting Pitcher)

Obviously Catra is a volatile character, and totally the opposite of how I described Perfuma as a pitcher, but she reads to me as someone with insane technical ability who could be let down by a tendancy to lose control. Unbeatable when she's in the zone, and calamitous when she isn't.

Lonnie (Catcher)

I liked the idea of having someone at catcher who can work well with Catra, but wouldn't be afraid to give her shit when she isn't in the zone, hence Lonnie.

Scorpia (Designated Hitter)

Scorpia seems the type to be able to hit hard and often, but is clumsy enough that she might have trouble with defence. No fielding for Scorpia.

Octavia (Short Stop)

Huntara (1st Base)

Huntara makes sense at first base in the same way Adora does to me - someone who can hit well, and stay steady on their feet to catch out a runner.

Emily (2nd Base - okay, I was reaching with this one)

Flutterina (Centre Field - ... this one too)

DT (Pitching Coach)

Obviously I wanted DT in a position where they can mess with Catra's head. It's what they're best at!

Hordak (Manager)

Prime (Garnet City Giants General Manager)

Clearly this prompt is heavily inspired by A League of Their Own, one of the all-time great sports movies. But, I like the idea of making it more career/goal driven, and having Adora and Catra be on opposing teams from the get go. Having them end up playing for the same franchise after making eachother better by playing against eachother, and growing closer in the process, feels like a particularly satisfying end point.

[hotnsweetnprimrose]

Who am I? Well,

I'm part boy part girl, boygirl, the protector and mayor of transgenders! Well. Not that last one, that's not an official position nor would I claim it in a non-joking manner. I'm just a silly t4t slut :P

If you see this blog in sfw areas or engaging with sfw blogs, I’m just there to shitpost and I cannot be bothered to do a main blog switch thing lmao. But if it makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay too! I will also probably reblog sfw memes and such too. A laugh is a powerful thing.

Last Updated: Nov 14 2024

My name is Prim or Clark (switch 'em up when it's been a while). I'm 22, I am trans, non-binary, and bigender (androgyne flavor), and I'm here to fuck and get fucked, at least in what ways are possible over the internet. I'm interested in all genders, but have far more fondness in my heart for my fellow trans folk. :P

I'm a HUGE switch and vers! I am 5'1" and a tad fragile. This makes me better at domming too as well as subbing, I promise.

I prefer they/them pronouns from people who aren't close to me, but once you get to know me, we'll figure it out further :P. I might use it/its for myself while in subspace being a toy, don’t change any of your language in response unless I ask, please!

I strongly believe in trans joy and t4t joy. Transmasc transfem transneutral trans [fill in the blank] we are all so hot and cool. <3 It brings me joy to lend aid whenever and wherever I can. This blog is focused on trans 4 trans first and foremost. Cis people are an afterthought, almost always.

Send me asks if you want! DMs even! I love meeting people! Don't be shy! Unless you're cis, then I have high standards so yes do be shy. And if you’re cis and heterosexual? …. Sorry, if you’re attracted to me, you absolutely cannot be both of those things! I have a discord available after I get dm'd because tumblr dms my behated.

Please don't interact if you're a minor or don't have your age in your bio. I will block you. Immediately. Be patient and you'll have a chance to explore when it doesn't endanger yourself or others.

I also just block liberally if you aren't firmly on the side of t4t solidarity and mutual support. We're all having a hard time out here. (I also will not hesitate break mutuals if you post content that damages my mental health that I can't filter for. This is my safe haven.)

Top Surgery (No Nips!!!! Wahoo!!): 10/16/2024 [if you're seeing this in less than 3 weeks after that date, know my sleep is probably still in disarray and my ability to reply/exist is impaired.]

Anatomical Terms:

clit, tdick, tcock, cunt, pussy = GOOD!

boygirl + any term that's deemed good already= GREAT!!

hole = fine. a bit boring

vagina = BAD! too technical

If I'm dominant in your scenario, call me mastress, mixtress, or captain. Sir is on the table for those who earn it. If I'm submissive in your scenario, call me toy, pet, diminuitive names, or kitten (but only if you make jokes about it :P).

I tag my original things "Prim/Clark~" + [type of post] (space in the middle). My reblogs are tagged by kink/focus when I remember and rambling/my thoughts no matter what. [for specific tags I use for post types/original content, check under the cut for the list] I tag reblogs "primclark rbs" so I can sort them.

More stuff under the readmore including limits, kinks, and other tidbits.

Due to me being bigender (androgyne edition), I try not to reblog posts with "men dni" or "women dni" on them as I feel like that's denying part of my identity. Also out of principle so maybe people will be less broad with those kinds of statements OR remember multigender folks like myself exist. Please don't binarize me, that sucks.

I call the rp/kink fiction/pretend element "kayfabe" because wrestling is y'know. somewhat analogous to kink in some ways!

Setting up my queue to post all the reblogs I drafted then forgot about!!!! Please be patient!!

Not Planning on Going On T Please Don't Act Like I Am [I use tcock and tdick with the t meaning trans or t4t, not testosterone <3]

List time!!!!

g = giving, r = receiving

BIG YESES!!

body worship [g+r]

praise [g+r]

tentacles & monsters [...g+r] (used to be this blog's main theme, but I'm revamping! might still post/rb it though)

bondage & restraint & shibari [g+r]

hypnosis [g+r]

bimbofication & dumbification genre [g+r]

creampies [r+g but that requires a strap and/or imagination]

overstim [g+r]

edging [g+r]

Objectification in the sense of being a toy, a tool, something with a function that does a job [r, unsure about g]

petplay [g+r I am a kitten thank you not a puppy sadly]

gentle gender affirming genderplay/forcemasc/forcefem!!!!!! [g+r]

size kink [I'm so damn short I gotta sexualize it]

DEFINITELY MORE I DON'T REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD

CONTEXT DEPENDENT (not always a big yes but the version eithout context is a no)

anal [giving ONLY, and only with gloves or a strap]

intox [giving/domming ONLY]

Consensual non-consent but ONLY if it's clearly established as such with the post/fiction (I know I'm rare in that I find the prep and negotiation hot but hey, I love communication and trust!)

Painplay [giving/domming ONLY]

Breathplay [giving/domming ONLY] (picky about this one because safety but also I got asthma so I need to breathe normally)

NOS!!!!

Any kind of pregnancy or pregnancy focused kink

Any sort of inflation (cumflation is case by case)

Breeding with the INTENT of pregnancy (see creampies above, I do love the raw sex and being cum in but pregnancy still makes me dysphoric)

Nipple/breast focused content and/or kink (don't have those anymore and they gave me dysphoria) [except if you want to do like. breast theft. then we can talk about it but I'm super picky it's basically a no] {okay I’m cool doing it for others tits but not Mine}

Detrans kink and misgendering kink (I respect you but not my thing and usually makes me dysphoric. More power to ya though!)

Kinks involving urine, scat [shit], or filth [literal] in any large capacity

Consensual Non-Consent when it's in-universe just non-con

I respect y’all but no f4uxc3st and please tag it!!!! I have it blocked because my brain goes “you want ocd symptoms abt this? Okay!” I don’t even have full ocd just traits n trauma 😔

Nudes. Not without my express and enthusiastic agreement (rare)

[all of this is subject to changes and updates when I remember things not listed here or I learn more about my tastes!]

Original Writing/Pictures Tags:

#Prim/Clark~ Says = non-horny posts/writing/updates (that's what this is tagged as)

#Prim/Clark~ Whimpers = horny writing (submissive focus)

#Prim/Clark~ Smirks = horny writing (dominant focus)

#Prim/Clark~ Moans = horny writing (generally)

#Prim/Clark~ Reveals = if I ever do post suggestive pics (probably no actual pussy in it, tasteful museum style) this is the tag for that. we'll see how I feel.

There are two sideblogs off this blog but they’re both secret. Thank you <3

[helpmeimblorboing]

Epic the Musical's portrayal of Odysseus' meeting with his mother actually made me start ugly-crying so have this rough draft of what the scene would look like in a potential sequel to Silvertongue (warning : I wrote this while sleep deprived and crying so its pretty shit)

It reached me all at once – the low strain of the ghostly wails, the cries of the damned. They raked across my mind, screaming in my ears like a thousand overlapping voices. They raked across my mind, and I feel a prickling at the corners of my eyes, like the points of a thousand piercing ears. There is a pain in my heart I cannot explain. There is a grief that wells in my throat – one I cannot speak aloud. My men mill about me, and then it comes

“Waiting”

My eyes widen. I had heard that voice before. It whispered sweet nothings into my ear as a child, the breath of its speaker rustling the hair on my infant head, tickling my ears, making my laugh (that breath was gone, now. I would never feel its touch again) . The floor falls out from under me. I cannot breathe. No. No. It couldn’t…. no !!

The ghosts shifted out of the way in a singular wailing mass, the faces of those I had failed shifting like a curtain of shifting mist, and then I saw her

Her hair was greyed, her unseeing eyes gazing out into the nothingness of the Underworld, but I recognized her – how could I not ? Those lips, rendered translucent and paper-white in the ghost-pale light of the dead had once pressed against my brow

My lips parted, and the years melted away. I was no longer Odysseus of a Thousand Tricks, of a Thousand Plans. I was Odysseus, who destroyed everything he touched. Odysseus, who failed everyone he loved

“Mama ?”

Her head seems to shift almost imperceptibly in my direction. When I was a child, I used to enjoy hiding amidst the barrenness of Ithaca. Every time, my mother would come after me, invariably find me – how could I not ? I birthed you. She used to smile at me then, a fond, curving thing, dripping with that special, fond, love that only a mother can hold for her child

“I’ll find you, Odysseus. No matter where you go. My sunshine.”

Fool that I was, I used to retort defiantly, cheeks puffed up in a childish pique, “Then… I’ll hide so far away that you’ll never be able to find me again !! You’ll see !!”

She had laughed – she would never laugh again, thanks to me – a high, clear sound, and had pressed her lips – cold, frozen, dead – to my forehead, tilting up my head slightly to look me in the eyes. Her bright eyes – now dead and dimmed and broken, thanks to her failure of a son – windows to a heart that had suffered so much, and yet loved so deeply

“Then I’ll wait for you to come back. You’ll return to me, won’t you ? My Odysseus”

“Mom”, I gasp, breathlessly, as she seems to turn to look at me – but she wasn’t, and she never would again, “You promised… you promised you’d wait”

Her ghostly visage, blank in a way it had never been in life, tilted, her glassy, pale eyes piercing through to my very soul like arrows, where once their gaze had been a balm to my wounds. They carried an unspoken accusation - I did

Her lips part in a mournful wail, "Waiting. Odysseus, when you come home, I'll be waiting"

I couldn't. My tongue, so famed for its sharpness, was thick in my mouth, an unfeeling lump of broken flesh, "Mom", I plead, "Can't you see me ? I'm right here... Mom... Mama, please"

She couldn't. She never would again. Because I took too long. In my pride, I killed her. I killed my own mother, all because I was too proud to not take credit for that fucking Cyclops

I collapsed to my knees. The hard, weathered wood of the deck bit at my bare, scraped knees, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. My fingernails dug into the soft wood, splinters piercing skin, blood flowing freely, but I didn’t care. I deserved it

What sort of a son murders his own mother ?

[serenanymph]

wip intro - beast, witch's book

Five long, excruciating seconds pass. Bit by bit, Icarus pulls Crys up, till they’re both collapsed and wheezing in the snow, safe on the clifftop, the Witchrisen far below them. “Well,” Icarus says, still out of breath, and he eyes the last of the rope as it goes over the side, eliciting an angry shriek a moment later when the Witchrisen finds no prey on the other end. “That was not fun. Thanks for the save, though, uh…” He turns towards the hooded figure, packing away the short length of rope they’d manage to hack off and salvage into a small satchel sitting in the snow. “Oh, don’t thank me,” they grouse, “ruined my day and my rope. What I want to know” – they whirl, finally tugging down their hood to reveal the freckled, scowling face of a young girl – “is just what the fuck did you do to piss of a Witchrisen that size?”

GENRE: YA high fantasy

POV: third person, multiple, present tense

STATUS: ongoing (first draft)

FEATURES:

flashbacks. tragedy. tragedy flashbacks

we got snow. we got mountains. we got more snow

secrets!!!

more magic, shapeshifting, undead creatures

the Journey continues

mine tunnels, mysterious underground labs, auctions

basically ten thousand different things because I'm overambitious but it's going to look cool. promise

(synopsis, characters and other stuff under cut. it's a lil long)

SYNOPSIS:

The Khujsa Mountains. Cold, unforgiving, and housing one of the Anti-Magic Army's biggest strongholds, it might also just be the most dangerous place anywhere in the country, especially for Beasts.

After a week of travelling, Crys and Icarus have finally reached the Elai Pass. From there, they're supposed to pass through to Riel, and then it's (mostly) smooth sailing all the way to Tel, where Icarus's contact resides.

But upon arrival, they find that things may not be as easy as they seem.

A Beast rebellion group. A Halfling in the AMA. And a young, brash girl who seems to hate the AMA just as much as she hates Beasts, and who certainly has something of her own to hide. Throw that onto the fact that Elai is an AMA stronghold, add in a Knight Captain from the Order of Klysmos, plus sprinkle in the hint of a conspiracy…well, they've certainly got their work cut out for them.

On the other end, after an equally stressful two weeks, Beatriz Das-Reille has finally reached Crys's village… just to find out Icarus is already long gone. However, she soon gets her own set of problems to worry about - joining up with Dahlia Reistveil brings to light that a certain poacher group has come back to town, and that this entire operation may run deeper than she's ever imagined. Does she go after Ink, now that she knows where he is? Or does she pursue this deeper and unearth what's going on, despite the risk it brings and the fact that she'll have to abandon her original goal?

Crys had picked to save someone in the face of an impossible choice. Icarus just wants to get home. Beatriz had never asked for any of this, and Dahlia only wants to do the right thing, but  one thing is true for all of them.

No matter their intentions at first, they've just been pulled into something that might be far bigger than them - and if they aren't careful, that something will swallow them whole. No country is without its secrets, after all, and Kosei has quite the number of skeletons in her closet…

POV CHARACTERS

Crys Averwell - 16, human, archer. sharp tongue and even sharper wit. walking personification of "I'm fine", needs sleep and therapy but is getting neither because I keep putting him in Situations

Icarus "Ink" Kal-Nira - 17, Beast (Crow), dual-wielder. ray of sunshine and genuinely the nicest person to ever exist. giant golden retriever energy. Trying His Best

Dahlia Reistveil - 17, human, daughter of a tavern-owner. Crys's childhood friend. often seen as the Mature One, but underneath all that she has a boatload of her own Issues

Beatriz Das-Reille - 16, Beast (Crow), Icarus's sort-of-but-not-really-little-sister. fast flier, wields a rapier, and is made up of only anxiety and more anxiety.

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Rhyme - 14, human (???), apothecary from the mountains with a lot to hide. picks all her herbs and medicines directly from the wild so she knows her way around. extremely angry. will make your ears bleed

Carrick "Sol" Solder - 15, Halfling (Wolf), soldier in the AMA. commonly known as the Witchhunter's Mutt. often addressed as either "Sol" or "soldier". anger issues 2.0, never stops arguing with Rhyme the instant he meets her

taglist: @sapphos-scientist, @allianaavelinjackson

gen tag, wip tag

okay so my wip intros are kind of a mess right now, and I still haven't made a page for beast, but since I'm working on book 2 right now and there are a lot more new characters, I figured I should at least attempt to clear up some of the future confusion.

anyway, this is the wip intro for book 2, and there's another one here that's more a mashup intro between the overall series and book 1...? yeah I'm gonna remake that. just bear with me here I don't really know what I'm doing. also!!! there is a taglist now!!! let me know if you want to be added, not like I'm really sure how it should work.

[mistytpednaem]

as promised, a Different sort of corpsefriend therapy liveblog post. will this even be entertaining?? i don't know but i am Committed to it

there shall be NO serious discussion of vampire lore here. unless there is. who knows, I still have a few hours of game left

whoa that's a bold statement--

oh right nvm we're learning CBT again

as a bat or on a horse...

BUT WHO TAUGHT THAT TO SAM

this is just how people in europe talk about football tbqh

i wonder how andromachos would feel about hetalia...

I can't recall if Andy outright confirmed he was from Greece before or if I was just getting it from his name but a) it's nice to see it reconfirmed and b) this made me go on a brief tangent @ Alex about how it makes sense u see because Andromachos is an ancient vampire, and some of the oldest legends on record that feature creatures somewhat similar to vampires come from Greece, and--

me when I'm enjoying this game and it makes me point out something that seems frankly unnecessary to point out

you know sometimes I'm like "yeah I was raised Catholic but it's not really part of my IDENTITY like sure I had some very particular experiences and I struggle with guilt but I'm functionally agnostic now" but when andromachos came out swinging with this i was unable to progress for a solid 5 minutes

no one talks about jesus christ's career 😔

ANOTHER strong line for a social media bio tbqh

see I feel like this is a strong case for giving this distortion a funny vampire name too, but then again i feel like they should all have funny names, so

sam said "ok boomer" and i was so stunned i didn't even think to screenshot it

PREACH IT ANDROMACHOS!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh right i grabbed this with like a note to myself to look up this guy. let's see

oh. oh there is immediately so much to reflect on here

huh. i mean it kind of sounds like he didn't get what he WANTED-- right ok vampires

don't let him hear you say that, you'll make him WORSE

looks like there's still room to learn a couple more distortions... strangely comforting. despite all my reservations i have been enjoying myself for the most part

man's still BEGGING us to cure his drug addiction even though he literally won't sleep without it

just because i'm avoiding posting overt spoilers doesn't mean i can't feature poetry out of context

STEREOTYPE??

BANNED! THIS GAME IS BANNED!!! I NO LONGER ACCEPT THIS PORTRAYAL OF VAMPIRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stares at the camera. sure thing buddy

ONLY 30 IMAGES ALLOWED PER POST SO. PART 2 INCOMING??? wait i can save this as a draft and post one right after the other. hohoho. delightfully devilish, naem

[mmriesoftvat]

mild update under the cut

sleep issues aren't getting any better for the moment. i'm sleeping, but nowhere near as much as i'd like, and unfortunately i still wake up every few hours and immediately get grumpy as hell.

this, on top of my hyperfixation on bal.dur's gate 3, as well as creating an in depth bio for my tav, remeria. they will be over on @marchingasone for anyone who wants some good and fun oc b.g3 content!

i also fell down a cri.tical r.ole rabbit hole and have been binging (sort of binging, the eps are long af) the series! i think it's safe to say i just have a need to poke my head into anything and everything d&.d related and consume it like the dragon i am.

ALL THAT SAID

i am going to slowly get back to replies. i can't promise a whole lot until my sleeping schedule is fixed, but i can promise at least 1-2 drafts/asks a day until i feel better. cause you know. lack of sleep is really exhausting. badum-tss.

anyway. rolls away

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Hi! Did you get my last request? It was a question about the ethics and demons. How unethical do you think demons are?

Yup. I'm currently swamped with work & trying my best to answer 5-10 asks per day & queing 'em up while also making time to write fics and finish the lesson summaries - so yeah it'll take a bit to answer most asks, specially because I'm sort of eenie-meenie-miney-moing which asks I answer first

Anyway here's a pole

[anoutletmaybe]

I am so tired. My feet hurt. My back hurts. My head hurts. I don't feel well. I want to go home and smoke a few js and go to fuckin sleep.

But I need to draft that rejoinder, do the certificates.

I am not going to shop anymore. Im done.

I think I'll go sleep early today. Sleep by 10:30-11.

I don't know what is it. I am not healthy rn, I know that. With my veins popping out and shit. But it's not that I need holidays. I just had the weekend but I'm as tired. Maybe it's that my periods are delayed - it does get difficult when that happens.

It really makes me question if I want to continue in this profession. But it's alright. Going to Delhi will sort out a lot of things, answer a lot of questions.

Update - I got down.

I will give my notice in November. Leave by December. And start work in February in Delhi.

I want that confidence back that no matter what I know I will do well in life. I don't want to be sad anymore or feel like I'm having to hide and shit. I deserve to feel free, manage my own time and life.

Abhi I saw this video where TN (would rather not write the name here) did something on this show. She's a doctor ok and now she's debuting in a tv show! I am inspired. To be truthful to my truth. To be myself. The only person I need to be like it myself! And I really want to be able to do that.

I know right now it's like I don't know where to even start. How do I access my creative side? My best side? My best me? Here's a pathway. Focus on health, getting back in shape and building a wardrobe again. And slowly and slowly it'll happen. Promise. We'll do it. Law karna hai karenge, nai karna nai karenge. Jo hoga dekha jayega. Bindaas reh!

[suengmi]

where did you go 😭

hi my love, sorry, i've been focusing on myself/sorting my personal stuff out and trying to get better sleep so i haven't had time to write, but i promise i have like 3 nearly finished fics in my drafts!! i'll be finishing them soon c: just haven't had time, plus we're down a manager at work so i'm doing all night closes/10 hour shifts rip end me lucky i lov my job im sorry!!!! :((( once we get another manager i'll be back hehe

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Okay, so I didn’t quite catch this from people’s liveblog posts last night, but I saw something that said that Clarke couldn’t transcend, because she’d done too much bad stuff? Is that... is that actually what happened? Are they going to try to convince me after how violent this entire show is that Clarke doesn’t deserve it, but the rest of them do? No offense, because I love him, but MURPHY gets to transcend, and Clarke doesn’t deserve to??? Also, Octavia and Hope? No questions about them?! ECHO?! Any of them?!

Listen. I’m sure they pulled some weird move where, once again, Clarke bears it so they don’t have to, but what kind of horrible excuse did they pull to try and convince me that Clarke deserves transcendence less than everyone else in this show when she’s given up everything for them?

[prettyboykatsuki]

I’m gonna need Atsumu to “what? You’ve never had a guy go down on you before??” His way into my pants like immediately

best friend baby | m. atsumu

✫ cw ;; afab!reader but no pronouns, oral (f!recieving), cumming untouched on atsumu's part, best friend atsumu, 18+

✫ wc ;; 2k

✫ a/n ;; this has been in my drafts since OCTOBER. so sorry. also sorry abt the shitty banner quality i got lazy lol

✫ synposis ;; atsumu learns you've never had someone go down on you, much to his dismay.

"Yerr kiddin' me."

You tug the hood of your hooded sweatshirt over your eyes, drawing the strings together dramatically until the fabric curls over your face. Through the little gap, you peek at Atsumu - who's staring at you in utter disbelief. You wince.

"Y/N. There's no fuckin' way. Say yerr pullin' my leg right now 'fore I really get pissed."

You let out a pathetic noise, deflating. You rub your feet together as you lean over your legs, burying your face in your knees. Your arms curl around your calves, before you prop your chin up to look at him.

"I regret telling you." you say. Atsumu stares into the void of your tattered floral bedsheets. He cups a hand over his mouth, flabbergasted.

"No, no fuck that. Yerr serious? You've dated, what, like 3 guys? For fuckin' years with some of 'em.." ― He pinches the bridge of his nose in utter disbelief ― "And not a single one of those fuckin' bastards went down on ya? Not one?"

You nod in confirmation and Atsumu swears under his breath.

"If I find out you went down on 'em, I'm gonna lose it."

Your expression twists into guilt and Atsumu gapes at you. A vein in his neck threatens to pop as he puts his face in his hands. He runs one through his hair, silent for a beat or two. You groan uncomfortably.

"It's fine, 'tsumu.."

"The hell it is! What kinda shit-heads don't return to the favor?"

"I have bad taste." You say, light-heartedly. Atsumu cracks a strained smile at your joke but it's still clearly upsetting him.

You didn't intend to upset him. The conversation just sort of came up. You always go to Atsumu with this kind of shit, he's your best friend. And despite how much he makes fun of you, he always comes through for you in the end. It's a small price to pay. This time Atsumu had made a joke that you needed to get laid, maybe some head would fix your shit attitude.

And now you're here and Atsumu has an unreadable expression. It's nice that he's upset on your behalf, but you'd rather move past it. There's not really any good reason to dwell.

You ready yourself to do just that before Atsumu sits up and looks at you seriously.

"I'll go down on ya." He says conclusively. You choke on your spit, sitting up a little straighter and staring him in the face. You search desperately for any sign of sarcasm but find none.

"Atsumu you can't be serious."

"Dead serious." He confirms.

"I don't want you to sleep with me out of pity." You say. You hope insecurity doesn't seep through your words.

"Who said I was doin' that? I'm yerr best friend, and I think you deserve the best. Cross my heart, I think yerr damn fine too." He says, affirmative and somewhat shameless.

"I'm not doin' it out of pity. Shit, 's more for me than it is for you. I'm.. righting a wrong. That's all."

You stare at him a few times, heat pooling in your lower gut. You can help but be conscious of him. You look wildly unsexy right now, barely showered and in pajamas and a loose t-shirt but Atsumu shows no signs of hesitance or resistance.

"Are you really serious?"

"What the hell did I just say? Swear on bein' a setter."

You think on it for a while. The idea of it is enough to make you feel hot. Atsumu may be your best friend but you've always considered him beyond attractive. He still is. He's got a handsome face and likeable albeit annoying disposition. And the idea of him between your legs makes your stomach clench.

"Fine. But if you make fun of me for this, I'll never speak to you again."

"Promise I won't. Go get comfortable."

You can't believe yourself. That you're going through with this. But you listen to what Atsumu says and crawls towards the headboard. You lie down in your pillows, making sure you're comfortable. You feel Atsumu crawl over you, the weight of his body as he shadows you. You look up at him, and think to yourself that he's so pretty it's sick.

"Stop staring at me." You mutter. Atsumu doesn't say anything back to you, but he knows he is staring. At your chest and your flushed face and thinking about so many things. About him being your first something. He chuckles.

"I'm used to ya being all calm and cool," He hovers over you, propped up over you. His lips are soft and supple "Yerr kinda cute like this."

"Asshole." You retaliate, just barely. Atsumu nods.

"Yeah, yeah. Now kiss me."

"Why do I have to kiss you?"

"Cause I said so. Ya need to relax. C'mere."

Atsumu presses his mouth to yours softly. It's nice. Too nice. The kind of kiss you have that makes you feel like you've never kissed anyone before. You know you have, and that Atsumu isn't any different. But when he slips his tongue into your mouth and kisses you so eagerly - you start to wonder just how many things you'd been missing out on. Your mind feels hazy, and your arms go around his neck. Atsumu moans when he feels your fingers in his scalp, tongue on his.

You kiss until your lips are a little swollen and red, and Atsumu has a pretty flush on his features. He presses his forehead to yours, and you close your eyes.

"Yerr makin' this hard." He says, but doesn't explain. Before you can ask what he means - his mouth is moving. His teeth nipping at your jaw, all the way down your neck. Atsumu wastes no time, and you relish in his movements. It's still more care than anyone has ever treated you with. The way he licks over the hickies like a wound.

You want to stop him but you can't - too addicted to the way his teeth sink into your flesh. Atsumu kisses down your whole body. From your neck down to your sternum, smoothing over the skin like he wants to taste all of you. And your face goes flushed, looking at him through your lidded eyes to see what he's doing.

His hands go under your tshirt, and he slips the material right over your chest. You can't help but notice the way he ogles them, his hands sliding over your waist - long index fingers pressing onto your hardened nipples through the material of your sports bra. He takes that off too, just tugs the fabric down.

You moan softly and it catches you off guard. You try and suppress it as Atsumu gropes and squeezes - pushes your soft tits together before licking them. Latching his mouth to your nipples with no hesitation of shame. You can't help but let your eyes roll back.

"I-is this necessary?"

Not really.

"Course it is. It's called foreplay, dummy."

"I k-know what foreplay is, idiot but this -" Your cut off by the feeling of Atsumu sucking harshly "But still."

It's not like Atsumu is gonna tell you that this is more for him than it is for you. He'll stop if you ask, he resides himself to that. But none-the-less, he continues. Licks and sucks and bites until he can't be patient any longer. He moves onto trailing pecks onto your belly and towards your navel, his light brown eyes piercing.

"Who's the expert here? You or me?"

"Y-you are, but -"

"Right. So lemme work my magic. Just relax, yeah?"

You nod, closing your mouth. Atsumu fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts. You move to shimmy them off, but Atsumu is quicker. He holds your legs together and slides them off in one motion - leaving you in your panties before tossing your pants to the floor. You want to scold him for being so tactless, but he keeps getting closer.

His hands come around over your thighs, dragging you down after he places kisses along the inside of them. Only after that, after everything - does his mouth ghost over your clit. Suddenly, you're nervous. Atsumu must feel you tense, because his hands reach up to hold yours.

This is too intimate for two best friends, this you know certainly - but still, you feel something warm in your gut when Atsumu squeezes your hands. You shiver, it wracks through you. Atsumu's lips press a kiss to your clothed cunt before he so carefully move the rest of the material with his teeth.

The sight is too much for you but you can't close your eyes either.

"Your pussy is so pretty." He muses. You whine, will weakened by Atsumu's mouth. You watch carefully, burn the sight of Atsumu's soft brown eyes and blonde hairs sticking his face between your legs.

His tongue is confident. The hot drags of it against your sticky folds makes your mouth drop open in a soft moan. Atsumu's hands tighten in yours as you watch him give you what you need. His mouth is so hot against your clit, tongue carefully going over everything until he's tasting all of you.

You're soaking and all he can taste is you. It's syrupy and burning, molten like sugar as he snakes his tongue against your clit. Your body trembles as he slowly finds his rhythm. It's so messy. Spit and drool collecting on your clit and pooling onto your bedsheets below. Your head feels to heavy for your shoulders as you sink into your bed.

He watches for your movements, and listens carefully. He's more in tune with your body than you are, finds the right pressure and the right pace and right angle. He does all of it until he's pulling the most sound from you. Until your soft moans start to turn into raspy and needy whines of want, your mind going almost numb with desire. The threat of an orgasm looms just barely starts to loom over you.

And then Atsumu hits his stride - and everything aligns. It goes from feeling good, to feeling fucking incredible. You've never felt anything like it, like someone's sucking your soul out of you. The euphoria is unlike anything else - not just pleasant but deliciously hot. You want more and Atsumu gives it to you. His nose bumps slightly against your navel until he's deep in it. Not breathing or taking breaks, tunnel vision taking over.

You feel it then - your hoarse voice crying out as you squeeze Atsumu's hands so tight you nearly crush his fingers. Your spine arching, and your voice giving out - you peer down at him.

Then the tension snaps, and you reel. You choke out a quiet "o-oh fuuck," that tapers out into a groan before ending up in a half sob. When you cum, you cum hard. Your whole body seizes, core tense and thighs closing around Atsumu's face who insists on taking you through all of it. He only stops when you let go of his hand - practically pushing him off.

Your breathing is ragged, body completely exhausted when you manage a slow blink. You look at Atsumu who looks debauched in his own right, hair astrew and chin slick with your cum. You stare at him, dumbstruck for a while until you wipe your face with your entire hand.

You blink at him.

"T-thanks for that.." you mutter. Atsumu lets out a breathy laugh before planting his cheek into your thigh, cuddling against it. Your heart hammers slightly.

"I should be thankin' you." He says easily. You flush, coughing behind your hand.

"I should return the favor." You say. Atsumu freezes before looking away from you entirely.

"Ah.. ya don't have to actually. Kinda took care of myself."

When you look at Atsumu from where he's lying on his side - you can see exactly what he means. A wet stain in the front of his light pants obvious to you, he must've cum from rutting into the sheets. You swallow something in your throat.

"O-oh."

"Told ya I wanted to."