#gurls writing

[szynkaaa]

Zhu Bajie: do you exercise Travel Companion: I like to run away from my problems and feelings

The dialogue is based off a scene from Doctor Who. I don't think that my OC would be going with Zhu Bajie and the Destined One into the rock for the final battle (probably cause she is not able to enter) so she has to sit outside and wait anxiously for them to return.

She is happy to see them return but then also immediately notices how the Destined One's whole demeanour and aura changed. She knew that this point was going to happen where he inherits everything and becomes the new Monkey King, but I also think that she has a hard time wrapping her head around the concept of reincarnation and struggles with accepting it.

So yeah, I imagine the moment after new Sun Wukong comes out of the rock, it's an angsty moment. He just wants to see his best friend and tell her what happened, and now that he is finally "whole" again be able to propely have conversations with her and ask her about all the weird things she says and does, but instead she looks at him like she is very unsure of everything.

Sun Wukong doesn't really have the temper imo or at least here things get a bit heated and he snaps and well, she does what she is best at in situations like this: fucking book it :)))))

Obviously SWK wants to chase after her but Zhu Bajie helds him back and says "ayo kiddo give the lassie some time to process everything, she will come around" he doesn't want to but he knows that is what she needs atm.

Where is Travel Companion hiding meanwhile? In the Zodiac village, the Yin Tiger offered her a spare bedroom, and in exchange she helps around, with the crops, bringing materials back and forth and also has some good times drinking and sharing stories with the villager. Maybe also crying about her woes, and I think that the villager sharing their stories about SWK and explain more about his backstory and stuff helps the her to come around more.

also SWK knows she is there and comes by every day to get his harvest and the free medicing from your local meth dealer Xu Dog. She is hiding in Yin Tiger's lil blacksmith hut everytime he is visiting, but she knows that he knows that she knows that he is there.

And then one day when he is visting Yin Tiger, SWK sighs and goes all "hey bud can you pass this message to Travel Companion," and inserts some very sweet and sappy stuff, knowing that she is there and can hear him. Just as he is about to leave she decides to come out of her hiding spot and go "Hey... let's go talk somewhere more private".

SWK is not showing any emotions but you can tell by the flicker of his tail that he is relieved to see her. Bit worried about the dark eye circle and how not well-rested she looks like, but he will make sure to fix that soon.

[takami-takami]

OMGSHHA I LOVE YOUR BLOG UGHHH this has been on my mind for a little while but keigo breeding reader like crazy because baby boy is in a rut and can’t keep his hands of them he just wants to breed them so good he can’t help itt 😣😣❤️

Can't Help Myself.

includes— hawks x gn!reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(

Your doting boyfriend has always been quite handsy, but lately Keigo's been... Excessive? Desperate, more like.

"Fuck— 'M sorry," he pants above you, eyes glazed over and bottom lip quivering as the tight vice of your body just won't let him go. His tongue feels too heavy for his cotton-dry mouth, his palms clammy as he paws at your chest, neck, hips— anywhere he can get his greedy hands on.

You both know exactly what he's apologizing for, though you don't think it's necessary. He doesn't want to be too rough with his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely darling; but how can he treat you with the tenderness you deserve when wrecking you feels so good? When every backstroke sucks him in like a vice, as if you're just begging to keep him inside and fill you to the brim? Just the thought of your body responding so earnestly, of it begging and ready to be bred, sends a sharp current down his spine. It's electric.

And it goes straight to his cock.

How would you look when he's filled you, he wonders? He can't stop his attention from drifting, can't stop himself from visualizing the look of your jaw slack, his name dripping from your lips as he pulls out and obscenely fucks his cum back into you.

The sounds it would make... The ring it would form around the base of his cock as he twitches and pumps load after load inside you...

He needs it. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.

It's quite the contrast to his typical giving nature. The thoughtful, attentive Keigo who's gentle fingers would bring you to orgasm at least twice before he even thought about undressing himself is long gone.

Gone is the man who'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he rocked careful thrusts to the rhythm of the kisses he'd plant on your collarbone, gone is the man who took his time in breaking you down into fits of pleasure only he could provide.

He wants to be that for you right now. Honest. He is trying, you know.

His restraint doesn't go unnoticed. There's a pause in his thrusts, a pained look in his eyes as he tries so desperately to take it slow. Each time his hips cant forward, a breathy "hah" escapes his lips and his brow furrows just a bit deeper. He can't push his baby too much, no, but fuck this isn't enough. Tears of frustration burn at his eyes as he holds every cell in his body back from what his instincts scream and beckon him to do.

God help him, he just needs to breed you for all you're worth, just needs a couple loads stuffing you to make him normal. He needs to fuck you like rabbits, sweet and slow be damned.

Little does he know, you've caught on to his predicament.

His breath catches in the cutest squeak when you fist the roots of his hair and yank his head to the side to meet your heated gaze.

"You want to be a good boy, don't you?"

Eyes impossibly wide, full of fearful adoration and eager to please, Keigo nods sharply.

"Yeah, I—" he fucking whines, leaning his head into the grip you have on his scalp. "Wanna be good." He blinks away the tears sticking to his dark lashes before looking to you for orders.

Pretty little puppy, you swear to god.

"My pretty boy," you coo. He shudders in response, melting and gooey in your grasp. Pliable. "C'mon, Kei', let go for me?"

He winces, shaking his head to free himself from the places his mind is going. He begins to rock his hips again, feathers trembling with barely concealed restraint. He tries to ground himself by mouthing at your exposed chest. It doesn't work.

You roll your eyes. Of course he'd be stubborn; but you know exactly what will bring him to his knees.

Leaning into the crook of his neck, you let out an unabashed moan directly into his ear. He goes rigid.

"Keigo, breed me?" His eyes open wide, breath stopping completely, as if he doesn't want a single sound blocking his focus from your words. "I need you, please— has to be you. No one else." You run your fingers up the expanse of his back, digging your nails into the tender skin. "Fuck me, breed me, do whatever you want to me—"

He can't take any more. He plants a palm over the headrest with a firm thud and fucks you with the speed and fervor of a man possessed, a man obsessed.

"Whatever I want, huh?" The far-gone way he slurs the words out has you shivering. You grip his shoulders for dear life, high pitched, pretty little moans settling in his bones. With each punishing thrust, they seem to get louder and louder. Music to his fucking ears, he thinks.

You're close. He can feel it in the way you're squeezing the life out of his cock— greedy for it. You're the perfect little outlet for all his rutting frustrations, and he just wants to take.

When it hits you, you feel the air leave your lungs. You hook your trembling legs across the small of his back, back bowing as you wring and milk his cock for all it's worth. "That's it, dove— oh, fuck me," his harsh pace never slows, even as you squirm and hiccup beneath his grasp. The fact that your orgasm is pulling him in, like your body itself knows that he's aching to fill you breaks what little restraint he has left.

"Take it baby, need to breed you— inside, inside," he practically babbles into your shoulder, his hips losing focus. He can feel himself throbbing inside you, pumping his hips as he chases his own climax.

When he finally finishes, he can't stop shivering and snarling into the skin he's latched onto, the very skin he's sunk his teeth into.

He does good on his promise, indulgently toying with the mess he's created inside you. Mesmerized, he doesn't let you waste a drop, pushing it deeper inside.

You let out a sigh of complete satisfaction, prompting a dazed chuckle from above.

"Oh, no. We're not done here, sweetheart. What was it you said? 'Whatever I want', yeah?"

[kori-senpai]

Fanart for @honeydots Fire Emblem fanfic. I've been using it as a reason to fluke out of social interactions for the last two weeks and boy oh boy I will continue to do so >:)

[lil-cute-shinigami-comic]

"...okay, I am a better writer now..."

-Vivienne"Vivziepop"Medrano

Girl,wha??

Whhaaa??? Better writer? Gurl.

(Insert DASHIEGAMING voice)

Your writing is sucha a HELLUVA MESS.

Heheh,get it,OKAY, I'll STAP.

[botanicalnightmare]

Listen I hate chemistry and needed a break, so here’s my face again.

Here’s to hoping I move up the social caste in 10 years

[suntwrr]

girl need some fun!! Life it's so boring lately.

[famouscyclenerd]

Antis: "Lucien can't be with Elain because he called Nesta a viper and is lowkey scared of her. I would dump my spouse if he was rude to my sister."

Meanwhile Rhysand: "I wanna kill Nesta :D"

[wexhappyxfew]

Paulina and Hambone 😭🙌

I need them 🙏

PAULI AND HAMBONE ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME!!!!!!! (you don't understand ive been itching to write them and just haven't had time and now i feel the need to write them so HERE IS A SNIPPET!!!!!!)

(i think we all need a little more howard 'hambone' hamilton in our lives, right?)

"What's that?" Hambone asked, nodding to the letter in her hand. Albeit, the letter was in fact more of a statement - a broad generalization, a solid 'goodbye', a 'no longer want to be seen with you', a rather heartfelt and truthful 'we're through'. She didn't know how else to put it, but it certainly was something she felt ready to discuss with someone quite yet - even the Silver Bullets crew - especially someone, like Hambone, that she'd just met. It was humiliating enough that she still was holding onto this letter like she was going back to home, to him, after all this. "Uh…." Paulina started, staring at the letter 'Dear Pauli' - still with that stupid nickname she'd asked him to quit calling her. That was reserved for her parents - not him. Especially not him. Especially now, after wanting to break this off. After everything. "A letter." she supplemented, folding it quickly between her calloused fingers, ignoring the bubble of emotion inside her as she looked upwards at Hambone again, sticking the crumpled letter in her pocket and smiling. Picking up her drink she nodded, took back a sip and sighed. "Not the best type of letter." she offered, watching his gaze as he carefully seemed to watch her back, "But. A letter. Can't complain." Hambone continued to sit there quietly for a moment, the ruckus and loud-mouthed cackles behind them mixing with the hum of music and glass clinks. It almost felt comical. None of the men owed the women anything - Birdie had told them she'd learned that the hard way. But going out of their way to bridge the gap? Paulina looked at Hambone again - perfectly gelled and styled hair (enough to match that of Douglass), those golden teeth, that….squirrel on his upper lip he called a mustache. Paulina stopped her train of thought. She'd just met the guy - he was that one Lieutenant's bombardier right? Brady? "I'm sorry," Hambone said quickly with a nod, fingers nervously tapping on the beer glass as he shook his head, shooting a smile on his face, "I shouldn't have asked. First impressions, amiright?" Paulina watched him, the corner of her lip perking upward. Emotion swelled in her thoughts, throughout her mind as she thought of first impressions. Meeting Dean, that first night together, all those promises, those broken words. Sitting in front of a bombardier from the Midwest with whom she'd just met, but almost felt more respected by than the person who had said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Swallowing she looked to Hambone again. "No, no, don't worry," she said, waving him off, offering a smile and twiddling her fingers together in her lap, "If you don't mind distracting me, I'd love to hear why you're called Hambone and not Handsome, huh?" Alright, that was pretty bad, but he had a face, that's all she could think. A chuckle escaped Hambone's lips as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he sipped his drink, a grin riding his lips as she sat there, smirking. A little bold, a little punchy - if Dean were here she'd rub it in his face - look, a guy can talk to me without sounding like an asshole, is that so hard? "So curious to know, huh?" he asked her, before nodding, "Gotta name?" Paulina watched him, her eyes softening - she felt them soften - and nodded. "Paulina Stagliano. From Philly." she offered, "But my friends call me Pauli."

[historias-multorum]

Ino turns on her megaphone

"YOU ARE ALL WORTH OF LOVE! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IS WORTH OF LOVE! THERE IS A SPECIAL SOMEONE FOR EVERYONE! IF ANYONE DISAGREES, I WILL FIND THEM AND PUNCH THEM! NEVER LET OTHERS TELL YOU, THAT YOU AREN'T WORTH OF LOVE!"

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

Here🫵 have some Giyuu smut 🤲

Mmmmbut a crumb of Premonition of Love

“You’re so beautiful… do you know that?” He leans down, one hand stays on you the fat of your hip while the other sneaks up your stomach to grab at your breast. His lips trailing kisses up your spine and to your shoulder blades. His hands giving you a firm squeeze as his lips reach your neck. His breath hot on the shell of your ear,

“You ready, darling? You can take all of me again, can’t you?”

You shudder, nodding again. Giyuu gives your ass a light slap and you whine out,

“Y-yes.”

“That’s my good girl, I knew you could.”

[ebodebo]

hey <3 yk i don’t know much about cod, so take as many liberties with this as you need to 🙏🏽

Ghost is about to go on what he believes is a suicide mission. The chance of survival is slim, so he wants to tell the reader how he feels about her in case he never gets another chance to. The reader is distressed by the prospect of ghost dying and Ghosts’s rare show of vulnerability.

It’s up to you whether they’re in an established relationship or if Ghost’s confessing his feelings for the first time

xoxo love you

The Hardest Goodbye

—simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

—830

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You were currently in the medbay chatting with another medic while putting away a variety of loose bandages and medications.

“No, seriously. Something was up with Price today.” The other medic continued.

“Price always has a stick up his ass.” You laughed out as she placed some gauze in a cabinet.

The other medic lightly laughed. “But, more than usual. It didn’t seem like anger. I don’t know. It was weird, though.” The medic said.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused them to pause their conversation.

You stuck her head out and peered around the corner to see Ghost. “Hi.” She smiled as he walked closer.

It was not unusual to find Ghost in the medbay since he was always getting himself injured, and he enjoyed seeing you, as they were in a relationship.

“Come for a sucker?” She smirked, reaching her hand in a small bowl full of green apple lollipops she individually separated from the others because they were his favorite.

“Uh...not today.” He replied in a monotone voice. “Oh,” Y/N whispered. “Is everything okay?” She stated in a concerned voice.

“We need to talk.” He stated, walking over to a table off to the side.

You stared at him briefly before asking the other medic if she could give her and Ghost a second alone.

“Thanks.” You slowly made her way over to where Ghost was seated. “What’s going on?”

Ghost hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I have to go on a mission.” He shifted in his seat.

“Ok,” You answered with a confused expression. “You always go on missions?”

He brought his hands up on the table and intertwined his fingers. “It’s not a regular mission.” He paused. “There’s a high chance I won’t be coming back.”

Ghost continued telling her the mission details, but her mind continued repeating the bombshell he had just dropped. “Won’t be coming back.” Meaning, he thinks he is going to... “You think you are gonna die?” She said abruptly.

Ghost shifted uncomfortably. “Yes. It's a big possibility.” He confessed in a faint whisper. He wiped his hand across his face. “It was assigned to me. I can’t do anything.”

You stared at him. Her face became paler by the second. “No..no. That’s a mistake. You..you can’t..die.” She breathed out. “It’s a mistake. I’ll go talk to Price right now.” She quickly scrambled out of her seat.

“Y/N.” Ghost gently said, getting up out of his seat to grab her wrist.

“No. No. Simon..this is not happening. You can’t die.” Her eyes were brimming with hot tears. “I don’t have anyone else.” She choked out.

Ghost knew all too well what it felt like to have no one. “Y/N.” He pulled her into a tight hug.

“I need you. Don’t leave me.” She sobbed into his shoulder. “There is no me without you. You give me a reason to keep going, and I just..”

“I love you.” Ghost suddenly said, making you stop talking. “What?” She pulled her head up to look Ghost in the eyes. Her face was red and wet.

“I love you. More than anything.” He brought his hand up to cup her face.

You felt more hot tears slip down her cheek. Ghost wiped them as they slid down. “You do?”

“Of course I do.” He replied, shocked. “I don’t tell you as much as I should, but I love you, even if you say sucker instead of lolly.”

You smiled briefly before more tears came rolling down her face. “Shut up.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him tight. He returned the sentiment. Holding her tighter than he ever had.

As they embraced each other for what was most likely going to be the last time, they heard a voice in the room.

“Ghost.” The man continued. “It’s time.”

Ghost nodded to him, and the man walked out.

One of his hands grip loosened around your waist. That hand slowly moved to grip the base of his mask. He hesitated only for a second before pulling it completely off.

Your mouth widened slightly, as he had never taken his mask off in front of her before.

“Not what you were expecting?” He tilted his head.

She smiled a little. “Just as handsome as I imagined.” He dipped his head down and brushed her lips.

It was a soft, tender kiss. It was a goodbye and an I love you tied into five measly seconds.

“You should..” You started. “Ya.” Ghost quipped.

You wrapped her arms around his waist again as he did the same. “I’m gonna miss you.” She cried. “So much.”

“Me too.”

They both let go, and Ghost bent down to kiss her forehead. “Goodbye.” Ghost said as he walked out.

You whispered a faint goodbye as she saw the last person she had left walk away before her eyes.

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[allastoredeer]

Hey! I just want to say, you are my gateway into Radioapple and Hazbin fics as a whole, and boy did you set an expectation for me!! I'm always afraid of coming across OOC fics, and I'm especially picky with what I choose to read at first when I'm still so new to fandom portrayals of characters. When I read the summary and tags of Just Kiss Already, I couldn't believe my eyes because it had everything I was looking for?!? Post season 1, Alastor whump (I squealed at the concept of the angelic wound), Luci having to face the public and his lack of knowledge regarding politics, jealous Vox, Overlord meetings, and! Fake/pretend relationship!! With the sprinkle of rumors and speculation from the public (Idk what it is with me and loving this trope). You delivered a full course meal! The characterization was so so amazing, I love the banter, and I just adore the concept of Alastor being vulnerable in front of someone stronger than him (that someone being Lucifer, who despite being the king of hell, doesn't use his powers to take advantage of Alastor's vulnerable state is ahhhhhh so good). The pacing is incredible, the interactions are golden, and I applaud you for writing POVs that feel real and authentic to canon!

One major thing that made me extremely picky about choosing and reading fics in the fandom was my fear of authors not being able to handle Alastor's Asexuality well. Thank you for doing Alastor justice, I'm so amazed at how well you wrote him in this regard. Like when Vox yelled at him "What does Lucifer have that I don't?", it didn't even cross Alastor's mind that this is a confession of sorts, and instead he thought Vox was talking about power. I love the subtleness of this so much!! The last chapter you posted was amazing in this regard, with Alastor's thoughts about relationships in general. Just, thank you for sharing your work with us, I enjoyed all of it, and I'm so excited to see where the story goes <3333

Another thing I'm still skeptical about is reading explicit fics, because... well, I'm not sure if they will handle Alastor's Ace identity well. Do you happen to have a recommendation for someone like me who's never read Radioapple smut before? And I would also love to know your overall favorite Radioapple fics as well, I've bookmarked some stuff and I don't know where to begin haha. Again thank you, and your blog and asks are so interesting to read!!

HI! HELLO! So this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and its not because I was ignoring it, its because I have come back to read it over and over and over again as I've been writing the next chapter to "Chaggie's Dating 101," and I didn't want to lose it in the void of my blog.

Thank you for this 🥺 not only is it cool being your introduction to Radiapple/HH fics, but I'm so glad you've been enjoying it too!! Hahaha I'm definitely having a lot of fun with "Just Kiss Already" and all the shenangians that are already happening, and knowing that other people are having just as much fun makes me just dlkfnvsdkgjslkgj 😭❤️

I totally get it about being picky. I'm a very picky reader too 😅 Alastor's aceness is definitely something that I can get picky about. Like, it doesn't have to be the focal point every time I read a smut fic--or any fic in general--but when it feels like its either brushed aside altogether or there's underlying aphobia (unintentionally, I'm sure), I nope out real quick. I base a lot of my own ace experiences, thoughts, and emotions on how I write Alastor, and it is so, so validating to see so many other people feeling the same way.

I'll admit, I can be a little more slack with smut fics so long as the smut itself is fantastic, but yeah, there are certain pairings or dynamics I don't stray into because I hate how Alastor is typically depicted, especially in smut fics.

I've slowly been going through all my Hazbin 'marked for later' fics, but here's some radioapple smut fics I have bookmarked (Warning: I enjoy dark and very explicit fics so be sure to read the tags when you look through these):

Bayou in the Mountain by lelepandewritium

With a Coffee and a Caress by winterveritas (<- my current fav radioapple smut fic)

Together In My Pocket by keelywolfe

Unhealthy Attachments by keelywolfe

And, of course, I always recommend checking out keelywolfe's Lucifer's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Relationship radioapple series! I haven't had time to finish it, but I think I'm up to fic 9 or 10 and I'm been loving it so much! It's so much fun! And I love the radioapple smut :3

I'm...just now realizing this is all the Radioapple smut I have in my bookmarks.

Wow.

I've been reading a LOT of smut recently, but looking back, I think it's all been RadioStatic 😂 if ya'll want any RadioStatic smut fic recs, let me know, I have a lot of those.

BUT ALSO! If anyone's read to this point! Here's an update on the chapter 3 of "Chaggie's Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course" :

The chapter is officially written and is being looked over by my beta's! I'm hoping to have it posted by Saturday or Sunday, so be on the look out for an update 😉 because it's happening very soon!

[autumnapricot]

| will o‘ the wisps

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

[finished work, 17 chapters, 165k]

>>„Don‘t do this.“ Charles hisses and pleads all the same. „You can‘t do this. Please. Max trusted me.“

Seb cocks his head.

„Yes,“ he slowly says, quiet but haunting. „And that was the plan, Charles.“<<

[OR: Max Verstappen is an Omega in a world where his designation is seen as nothing but an item to be possessed, an object to be bought and used as pleased.

Charles Leclerc is an officer gone off duty, taking on the task of housing an Omega whose trust in good things is shattered, and whose secrets go deeper than anticipated.

Charles never expects things to go as far down south as they do.]

ao3 link

playlist: songs that have inspired or followed along the creation of this fic

[emeraldotter]

doodle pages

[i-like-anything-water]

I love the fics where Chloe can control bees because she's so dramatic and over the top it'd be canon to have her bees hold a sign that says 'Marinette will you BEE my Valentine?' While she's decked up in her suit and there's sparkles in the background (courtesy of Rena who's filming the whole thing, laughing) and she's holding flowers that her bees told her (yes, told) are good for courtship. Bonus if Marinette can speak to ladybugs and they snitched on her so she's both endeared, amused and excited for her date with her rival turned friend and possibly girlfriend.

[queenofbaws]

Another lyric prompt from little old me again! One that I hope you'll have extra fun filling out if all goes well 💖

'Inked in our flesh forever

A day to dismember'

It wasn't until he left that she found the strength to look again.

She hadn't lied about being tired, about feeling miserable, about needing to lie down until the worst of it passed...but she had lied about how it had started, and James was already concerned enough about what it meant, his coming here to find his dead wife, that she didn't want to go troubling him with her own fears.

And that's what it was, wasn't it? Fear?

Maria slowly stood, slowly walked to the sink in the corner of the dingy little hospital room; she set her hands on the basin, feeling its coolness, its slickness, against her skin, and then, fighting against the invisible weight pressing downdowndown on her head, forced herself to look up into the mirror.

Through its spiderweb of cracks, she saw herself (whoever she was), saw her hair (the wrong color, she thought), saw her eyes (somehow worse), her skin (clearer than it should've been), her necklace (was it?), and finally let her gaze rest on the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone...and felt herself begin to spiral again when the thought occurred to her louder than it had the first time: Hadn't that been on her hip, the last time she'd checked?

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!