#hope this is okay; i'm in that rut where i feel like everything i write is hot garbage lol

[earthshiiine]

|| @lifefcrged liked for a starter!

A low hum rang through the Gorinth canyon, a sharp wind that reverberated between her ear drums and the rock walls that trapped her. In the distance, hymns of metal, clanking and rusting and sweltering, reminded her of Balmorra’s place in the galaxy-- and her own. When the Sith Empire had claimed Moraine Territory, they had been swift, upheaving and decimating villages under the claim of uprooting resistance groups. Maybe-- Eleanor knew that an uprising had occurred, yet-- the Sith weren’t known for patience. 

Besides, the territory was beneficial, strategically speaking; she knew better than to mention that. 

Today, a trek out of the lab and into the smog-dimmed light of day. She’d ran low on supplies, and rather than trusting another intern with a sharp mouth and awful inability to dodge blaster bolts, it may as well have been her to carry the requisition slips. 

And, ah, there is something to be said about the scent of durasteel and smoke to whet one’s appetite for a shred of freedom.

     “Lovely weather we’re having,” accent dripped from her mouth like molasses, having learned a bit of sarcasm and just now trying to see how it tasted. Unaware of her companion, aside from a humanoid-shaped shadow in her peripheral. “The ash tastes better today.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 😘

I got a new request for you. A smutty one at that, if you're up for it!

Tangerine and the reader are having a nice night out, even though the reader is tired for work and mental load, she lets herself be pampered by our lovely Tan-Boy.

Back at home the pampering continues into nice and steamy sexytime 😏 but at one point reader being exhausted, tired and overstimulated she says their safeword. Tan spaced out doesn't hear her at first and so he askes again while pounding her. Tears streaming down her cheeks reader repeats herself again and Tan stops, immediately! Pulling out, talking to her calming her down, asking her what's wrong. Reader explains that Tangerine didn't do anything wrong its just her being too exhausted and overstimulated. So Tan comforts her, makes her a bath etc....

If you're up for writing this im ever as always thankful to you💕

If not that's okey as well🫶🏻

Love ya bye😘

hii honey!! idk why but I just love safeword fics😵 and I love love this! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

gif creds to @/peachyspaceslvt for the never ending supply of crazy hot tan gifs. ur our saviour🫡

RED.

tangerine x fem!reader — smut & angst? with comfort

word count. 537

warnings. 18+ only. pinv, doggy style, reader says safeword, comfort. minors dni

This week wasn't so forgiving and the days exhusted you. 

As a reward for your efforts, Tangerine took you to dinner at a fancy restaurant on the waterside - the evening filled with good food and wine, the company of him making it all so much better. It didn't end there - the date carrying on into the night when you both finally make it home.

You're on your knees - chest pushed into the mattress and arms stretched long in front of you, Tangerine behind, his cock rutting into you. One of his hands on the back of your neck, the other gripping a handful of ass. His pace is almost relentless, the splitting feel of his dick ramming into you incessantly. It was like he was trying to make you forget about your week, replace it all with something so much better.

And for the first thirty minutes of it all, that was true. But after a while, you started to reach that point where it felt like too much, the feel of his cock giving more pain than pleasure. Everything else from this week worming it's way in and taking its toll.

With your face buried in the mattress, you mutter your safeword, your voice barely audible - the slight force of his hand on the back of your head muffling your words. Your choked-out sobs go unnoticed, the sound much like those he pulls from you usually.

You say the word again, slightly louder this time. "Red," you murmur, your tears wetting the sheet. "Red."

Though he doesn't hear you, the sound of his cock fucking into the messy state of your cunt overlapping your non-blissed cries.

"Red, red, red, red," you ramble, voice wavering. "Red."

The second he hears the first 'red', he's dragging his cock from you, a warm hand resting on the middle of your back. "I didn't hear you. I'm so sorry," he pants, catching his breath. "Fuck— I'm sorry, love. You okay?" he continues, moving to sit beside you - his hand running up your spine, making you roll over to face him. "Was I hurtin' you?" he asks, thumbing away the wet under your eyes.

You don't reply. You only sit, scooching to lean into Tan's shoulder as you wipe away the residual tears.

He wraps an arm around the middle of your back, pulling you into his side at an angle. "Got carried away," he shakes his head, voice and face filled with guilt and shame. "Real sorry, darlin'."

You slip your hand into his and hold it to your chest, your other hand wrapping around his forearm, hugging it. "It's not your fault," you whisper, pressing a kiss into the back of his hand. "I'm just... I'm just too tired. You didn't do anything wrong," you try to comfort. 

You knew his brain was blowing this out of proportion, so you wanted to reassure him, even though you technically needed it more. You sit in comfortable silence, quietly consoling each other - his hand stroking up your back, your lips pressed into his other. The side of your head resting on his shoulder, his atop of yours.

“I’ll run us a bath when you’re ready.”

[sleepyboywrites]

Kinktober Day 3: Roleplay| Tickling| Pet Play - Brian/Hoodie xGN! Reader

Heyyy sorry I fell behind already I worked late these past two days and didn't have enough free time to write unfortunately ; - ;

But hey better late than never and it's still early enough for me to catch up! I have hope still lmao

Cw: daddy kink, infantilization, pet play, praise kink, corruption kink? If you squint

~1,032 words

Brian adores pretty innocent little things, little pups like you, in your colorful little cage filled with stuffed animals and pillows and blankets. All sweet and soft and well trained. Waiting so sweetly for him to return, relying on him for everything. You're just too innocent, just a little dumb puppy, you can't do anything for yourself. You're both quite happy with the little fantasy the two of you live in. Where he takes care of you and you take care of him. He acts as your master and owner and you as his sweet little pet, and of course at your core you both know that you're human, obviously or half your relationship would be nonexistent, and you can take care of yourself but you let him take care of you because it's nice to be so deeply cared for.

He dresses you and bathes you, brings you food and cuddles. Keeps your toys charged and your cage comfortable when he locks you up for the day while he's away. He grants your every wish and takes care of every need, whether that be needs or ‘needs’. With how he's clinging to you and venting about his day you can tell he'd appreciate a little extra helpings of affection, and like the sweet well trained pet, you'd be happy to provide it as you roll your position to lay on your back with him on top of you and kiss his cheek.

“Lover, you weren't listening, were you?” He growls playfully, gently nipping your neck as he tickles your sides, getting you to yelp and giggle, pressing yourself closer instead of pulling away despite the less than ideal course of actions taking place.

“I was! Promise! You had a rough day and and-” You were cut off by your own laughter as he continues to tickle your sides. “Stop! not there!”

“Would you prefer I tickle you from the inside, pup?” he'd retort teasingly against your neck. Fingers gently brushing against your sides. Ghosting kisses where he spoke and pressing himself to you slightly more firmly. “Hm?”

“mmmaybeee~” You’d reply sweetly pressing against him just as he did, wiggling a bit under him, and he shifts to pin you to the bed.

“Oh?” He asks, scanning your face and when you blush and nod, he'd smirk. “Oh. My puppy has an itch only daddy can scratch, hmm? As you wish, lover.” he'd reply, gently removing your clothes, trailing kisses wherever he went, and whispering praise against your skin about how sweet and good you are for him in every way. Admiring your body and kissing back up to your lips as you moan quietly beneath him in gasps and whimpers.

You'd whine as he pulled away and he hushed you softly. “Baby, I'm just taking off my clothes I'll be back in a second” he'd coo softly as he leans back and, far too slowly for your liking as you lay cold on the bed, he strips off his clothes. He then holds your body against his and kisses your lips. Softly sweet and full of love as you cling to him almost like you couldn't live without him. Like his warmth, love, and affection is all you've ever wanted.

“You want me inside, don't you baby?” He asks against your lips and when you eagerly nod he begins to pull away again, just far enough to angle and slide himself inside, the two of you flush together, perfectly fitted like a puzzle piece. He presses deep leaving you feeling wonderfully full, his hips gently rutting into you at a pace and speed that makes the both of you feel nothing less than wonderful, to him it's like an art he's perfected, making the two of you melt together to his heart's content. “Can you keep count baby? Keep count for daddy?”

“Is it okay if I lose count?” You'd ask through pants and whines he presses your bodies together, hands combing through your hair as he continues grinding into you.

“Oh pup , you know as long as you do your best, I'm very proud of you. I love you, my precious little pet. You know that, don't you, sweetness? And Daddy's right here to help you baby~”

“Yes, daddy. I'll try, I love you too.” you writhe and moan beneath him the two of you melting together as he begins to paint your insides.

“Atta pet, one.” he purrs, burrowing as deep as he could and biting into your neck, grinding his hips so deliciously against your most sensitive spot, causing you to melt again almost instantaneously “Two? Already, baby?” He pants into your ear, another string escapes him to paint and fill you too, as you melt in pleasure again. “Poor thing, you missed me. I can tell, poor baby needs daddy so much, hmm. Let's see if daddy can make you all happy and satisfied and full.” Brian continues, breath hot against your neck, and voice gravelly. Grinding into you and thrusting at a pace that makes you nearly white out seeing stars. To make you moan yourself hoarse and a couple times after. Bringing you over the edge in pleasure over and over and over again until his own releases are dry, tears of pleasure have dried to your face, and he's dripping from you.

At this point he carries you to the bathroom, and begins to draw you both a bubble bath.

“You did so so well for me lover” he praises you as the two of you sit in the tub. Him gently washing your hair, massaging your scalp and kissing your shoulders with nothing but love and devotion. “I love you, pet”

“I love you too, daddy” You'd reply looking up at him oh-so sweetly.

“I love you more, more than anything” He replied softly as he rinses your hair and begins to wash your arms.

“I love you more than anything too, Daddy!” You retort playfully and he leans down to kiss your forehead

“Little one, I love you most, no doubts. No buts.” He playfully growls, pulling you to rest against his chest and kissing all over your face as you giggle.

[corybiit]

do you have any hcs about how everyone at the Academy reacted when they presented their secondary genders? Do you think Coryo was hoping he would be an alpha? Sejanus must have felt so hopeful when he discovered Coryo presented as a omega

Okay so, In my omegaverse fics I don't normally do presentations, they are born and the parents know already what they are. BUT if there was a parallel fic where I do write it that way then of course.

In my take on the capitol there isn't really shame about being an omega or any kind of subgender, but they are stereotypes. I would think the capitol citizens really aren't that sexist bc they think that is undignified and so it belongs in the districts.

Either way. Of course, Coryo would have expected or wanted to be an alpha, it would be maybe easier to take power as alphas are seen as more reliable, heats and ruts in cyanide dipped roses are mostly nonexistent, of course there's a period of time when they feel a little bit hotter and fertility goes up, but it's mostly treated as a slight inconvenient most of the time.

Saying that, Coriolanus would also want to be an alpha so the districts respect him more, bc they do think in the districts they don't respect omegas, so of course he would have wanted to be one. But when he presents as an omega he kind of has to deal with it.

He doesn't have the luxury of affording a tantrum about it, if anyone were to believe him dissatisfied or ashame that would be a weak point, and he was dammed before he would let anyone poke fun at him for something natural he couldnt control.

So Coryo rolls with the punches and makes a point of being proud of being an omega, just like his mother was. He makes comments about "always knowing" or "I'm happy to be this way" or some other bullshit.

He stomps on anyone trying to undermine him, and handles everything with such class everyone just kind of falls in love with him. The perfect omega, Coriolanus snow.

And so Sejanus comes along. I really dont know if Coryo is older, but sejanus birthday was in october so unless Coryo had a bitthday before that then Sejanus is older. So sejanus presents firsts, and everyone is kind of unamused bc of course the hot tempered guy who gets into soats with their history proffesor would be an alpha.

Still. I think that for Sejanus, his love for Coryo wasn't conditional, he didn't care about his second gender for a while, and he often fantasized about all possibilities. Of course, if Coryo was an omega then they would be able to have kids and on the days when he felt the most sorry for himself, he allowed his mind to wander through those dreams.

When Coryo presents as an omega months later Sejanus actually gets a thrill down his spine, bc if Coriolanus was an omega it meant his father couldn't reject the idea as it would have happened if he had been anything else. Also of course our lover boy thought about Coryo's possible new scent and when he got the first whiff of that perfect rose scent he had to go calm down somewhere else bc his heart was trying to rip itself from his chest and go to Coryo in front of everyone.

It's a bit like finding out a celebrity crush you have is the same sexual orientation as you, or that you are inside their preferences, like "Oh my god, I could have a chance." Even if it's impossible, that type of giddiness and complete love suckery

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi there! I'm currently writing my thesis and have a very tough time to motivate yourself to continue writing. Is there a chance you can share a few tips to overcome the writing block? If you are not to busy ofc (love your writing sm it makes my day evrytime I see you on my dash <3)

I think it's okay to admit that you're stuck in a rut. Don't kick yourself if you can't write no matter how hard you try to force it. Yes, the work has to get done when it's for school/work and not for leisure, but the fact is, if you kick yourself and try to hammer something into the dirt over and over again, you're just going to tire yourself out.

It's healthy to sit down and take some time to breathe and collect yourself before you sit back down to write.

Just like artists need to warm up, writers need to warm up. Don't put yourself into a tough spot where you're picking up the thing that's got you in a frenzy. Write something you small to help you get back into a solid groove. When I need to warm up, I use a prompt list and write a small scene of 100-200 words to help me feel prepared for the longer thing I want to write. It just helps my brain get the swing of things! It isn't something I time myself on, either. I just challenge myself with a prompt that I didn't come up with on the spot and see where that can take me.

This advice generally works better for fanfiction, but that doesn't mean we can't apply it to the writer's block you're dealing with over here. 

You can apply this to any kind of writing, not just fanfiction. If you're working on a thesis, that means you're working on something that has opinions and information you need to use to string everything together. Likely the best way to help yourself is to take some of the references you have, narrow it down to one or two, and write down why that particular resource is going to help you with your thesis.

Breaking things down to a smaller level can make it feel easier when you go to write the longer paper. Why do you need this? How does it benefit your argument? What does this do for you? Most of the time, we find ourselves struggling with educational papers because there is so much we need to argue for, against, and about, and piecing all that information together can make your brain feel like real alphabet soup. 

Breaking this down may make it easier for you to write the actual thesis, because now you have the bits and pieces coming together, and maybe as you're figuring out why this particular resource is useful, you will know what you need to write in the paper with more clarity. 

Hope this helps!

[daycourtofficial]

hey there, i'd be really interested in finding out more about your writing process. how do you start? how do you draft? where do you get ideas from? do you have any tips on how to stay focused on a story? i hope this isn't too much, i'm just curious!

Definitely not too much, don’t feel bad at all! Let me break down each question. Every writer has very different things that work for them, and it’s okay if whatever you do isn’t like what I do!

1. How do you start?

Usually one of two things will happen. I’ll either get an overarching idea and I will say “okay I need to write down these ideas”. I will then maybe write a quick summary of what I want. I did this with one of my recent fics, Domestic deceptions. I wrote down a bulleted list of what I wanted, so it looked similar to this:

Something else I do a lot is I create a conversation or a specific scene I want and I write that down. Usually when I write dialogue I write just the dialogue, with very minimal descriptions outside of that. Then I come back later and fill in gaps. After writing this scene, I will build everything else around it.

A good example of this is my fic ‘you’re losing me’. I knew I wanted to end it with that gut wrenching line from the song “I wouldn’t marry me either”. So from that I had to build and nestle the insecurities to get that punch. I wrote that fic around two things - that ending line and the knowledge that Azriel wants to feel like he belongs, like he’s accepted, and he doesn’t feel good enough for anything. So I wrote him getting lost in his work - missing dates, missing any info about what she’s been doing, neglecting her needs.

This is actually how I write most of my fics bc most of my fics don’t really have plot. It’s a lot of dialogue.

2. How do you draft?

This depends heavily on plot. If I’m doing something plot heavy and I know how I want it to flow, I usually make a numeric list of what I want to happen. I do this as I go too. Then I start writing from that list. I start filling in scenes from the list, and I focus on the things on that list. Then I look it over and think about how the flow - do I need to add more? I’m trying to convey something (e.g that a character is in love with another character) - do I have enough to convince someone else of this? Or would a small scene do well to connect and tell more about them?

Sometimes if the plot isn’t too intense or difficult I do just write from the beginning to the end and then I do edits to make sure it sounds good and flows well.

3. Where do you get ideas from?

Everywhere. I’ve gotten them from books, from tv shows, from driving my car and letting my mind wander. A lot of times I get ideas from what we know of the world of ACOTAR. For instance I’ve written at least two fics about the bond and how food plays a role in accepting it, so like what if one person knows about and the other doesn’t? I just like exploring possibilities in the world.

Sometimes my ideas come from thinking about the characters. A lot of my Eris fics come from thinking about his trauma. Like okay, yes he’s killed Beron. But he spent five centuries under him, he won’t just magically be accepting of himself and open and willing to share. What kind of situations does this put him in? What kind of problems can this cause when he does experience love?

4. Do you have any tips on how to stay focused on a story?

This one’s really difficult as I have a hard time focusing on one story. I think this just depends on how you write. I write like I read - I have 8 million drafts going at once, and I hardly am ever just reading less than 4 books at a time.

Something I do is float around a couple drafts for a bit, adding here and there to each of them, until one of them either is fleshed out enough for me to get super excited or one of them just grips me. I have plenty of fics that have just been dropped bc they just weren’t working or I got in a rut with it.

Sometimes I have to let fics sit on the backburner a bit. I did that with ‘his shadows know’, but I knew I wanted to come back to it eventually

Hope this settles your curiosity! If not feel free to ask more 🥰

[raccoonfallsharder]

I read recently that you answered a similar question, so I wanted to ask you for some advice with description in general, (character actions, description of environment or scenery, what is happening at that moment, etc) I have a lot of problems with this. If I want to describe the scenery, I don't know what else to say besides the color of the sky xD I've always had that problem and when I read what I write I feel it's very basic and childish.

For example, I wrote something like this, "The weather couldn't be more perfect, the sky was clear with not a single cloud obstructing that deep bright blue, the breeze was so soft it caressed my skin and the waves were gently lapping." So I read this and I say, how boring, I feel like I'm not connecting with this, and it happens to me mostly when I want to describe a person's actions, for example, if they are smiling and then someone says something to them that bothers them, how they react? I don't know how to describe it.

So I wanted to ask you for advice because since I read your first fic I thought "this is it, this is what I want to get to with my writing" I hope you don't mind my asking and I hope you're doing great, I always read all your fics even if I don't comment <3.

sweet little sugar snap pea. ♡ first of all, you are so lovely and kind. thank you for honoring me with this ask. it's a privilege and i am really grateful you think so well of my writing. truly, it means a lot. i took some time to think about this because it was important to me to give you a real answer. i'm also gonna come back and reblog this later with some thoughts on writing peoples reactions/perspectives? for now, i'm just going to focus on writing environments, if that's okay? sorry i just write too fucken much all the time ꃋᴖꃋ ♡♡

so as always, i'll preface this with the reminder that everyones' writing style is unique and brings something precious to the table, and while we can always grow and enrich our writing, what you create is wonderfully you. what we want is for you to figure out how to tap into your own style more fully, more authentically, and more clearly. i don't think there's anything wrong with the excerpt you shared, and i can also see where you might want to make it more identifiably you.

here are some things that have worked for me personally:

firstly: i take out my "telling not showing" sentences. i might draft it with the sky was perfect, but on revision, i usually remove it because it's too heavy. i don't want to tell my reader that the sky was perfect. i want them to interpret it from how i've described it. i don't want to say the kiss was good - i want them to know what it tasted like or the way it made their nerves pop and snap and sizzle. i don't want to say he had beautiful eyes - i want you to be able to see his eyes, like warm caramel or copper pennies. you don't even need to replace a sentence like the sky is perfect - you can just remove it entirely.

secondly, when i'm stuck in a rut, like, "oh, i've described a sky like this a hundred times", or even, "i've read skies like this described a hundred times," i honestly just do some writing exercises. the result is that i'll either find a description i like, or i'll create new material to use at a later date - or i'll just get practice thinking about things in different ways.

so let's take this sky example from your excerpt: the sky was clear with not a single cloud obstructing that deep bright blue.

i might ask, "what tangible thing is this sky like, and what would i want to do in it." then i try to reframe it so i don't use a direct simile.

the sky was an ocean

the sky was so deep and clear you could dive into it and not surface for days.

i might ask, "what other senses can i use to experience this sky, beyond sight." (taste, smell, sound, touch)

the sky was empty and clean

you could breathe that sky in, and your lungs would only feel crisp and bright, and everything would smell like water lilies for the rest of the week.

i might try to describe the sky from the perspective of something else in the scene.

this seems like maybe a beach because you'd mention waves so I''m gonna say there are seagulls

the seagulls wheeled in the sky, getting lost without any clouds to serve as landmarks.

i might say, what is the emotional quality of the scene? when the character looks at it, what do they feel? what does it make them want? i think you want this scene to be calming but we're gonna try a bunch of different emotional lenses:

calming: they could have wrapped themselves up in that infinite blue, and called it home.

harsh (angry/in shock): he stared at the sky. he'd never realized how severe and sharp it was, without any clouds to soften the edges.

grief: she wanted to lose herself in the cloudless blue. drown herself in it.

as a sidenote, i'm thinking of Wyndham; or, the Intergalactic Prometheus ♡ in which the thunderstorm sky is described as bruise-colored and rotten at various points when pearl-reader is miserable/afraid, and as rippling watercolor when she's feeling more relaxed. even the same sky takes on different qualities depending on the mood of the person experiencing it.

i might just say "fuck this sky; i'm gonna write a new one." sometimes this is fun because you get to see how the environmental/atmospheric tone changes the feeling of the scene.

it was storming: the purple clouds formed a quilt overhead, stitched through with lightning. the waves responded in kind: shattering softly on the shore, reflecting ribbons of swift-moving light.

jk it was foggy: the world was so misted over that he couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky began. the world was simply endless and dove-gray.

i also might just be like "i'm just gonna write something really weird and figure this out later." you've got a really rich scene here - gently lapping waves and a clear blue sky? you could do something weirdly symmetrical with them. like, between the sea and the sky, everything was so deep and blue that you couldn't tell if the soft hush of the waves was coming from above your head or at your feet. just play around with reality tbh

honestly i try to shy away from "advice" because everyone's approach needs to be tailored to them, but i would honestly say starting with some writing exercises is a great way to just explore your own style and how you want to think about things. other things you can do is literally go outside (or wherever) and close your eyes and really try to focus on every single sensation you're experiencing, and then write about it. fill pages. what did it remind you off? when you felt the breeze and it caressed your skin gently, did it also move the little hairs on your arms? did you feel it in places you don't normally pay attention to, like on your shoulders or the back of your neck? what did it smell like? what did it taste like? if it didn't have a taste, what would it taste like, if it did? do this whenever you can, in as many experiences as you can. sunrise at a beach. sunset on a mountaintop. golden hour in the deep woods. in front of a bonfire. at a park on the swings at midnight with friends. alone in a hot tub under a 2am snowfall. if you can't physically go there, imagine it. sink yourself into the daydream so deep you don't want to leave, and then just write. and write. and write. every sentence you put down, add one more. make it weirder, stranger, zoomed out, zoomed in, from a different perspective, a different sense, a different metaphor.

okay that's all for now and i know it's a lot and i'm sorry, but i hope it helps give you a place to start? and i will try to get back to you on writing reactions and facial expressions when i can parse through all my thoughts on those!

[hyper-girlcrush]

2024 retrospective below thanks!

Around June, I started drawing consistently again. Something I haven’t done in years. I want to claim university took away my drawing life, but that’s not entirely true. I’ve been in an art rut for a few years now even before I decided to go back to school.

I could write, in detail, the chronological timeline of my drawing journey from Summer until now, but I’m not real interested in that.

I’m interested in how a pencil feels like my best friend whose been with me since grade school. I’m interested in learning that the 6B pencil is my favorite type. I keep purchasing from the brand Faber Castell because that’s the one I picked up in college when I was forced to take the course “DRAWING I-INTRO INTO DRAWING,” and I’m too scared I’ll be disappointed if I were to try another brand.

I’m interested in knowing that my line work is clean. It’s a habit, a skill, that I choose to perfect over the other elements of art because I wanted to be like my idols, and it’s okay to be like my idols. It’s okay that the only reason I took drawing seriously was because a childhood friend told me I was good, and I wanted to draw hair better like in the show Sailor Moon. To this day, hair remains one of my single, most favorite part about drawing.

I’m interested in how an unusual anime series got me drawing like a mad woman. It began over the Summer, in June. I picked up my favorite 6B Faber Castell pencil and jot down a simple comic. The simple comic turned into a longer comic which turned into me Googling “how to comic speech bubble” because honestly, I didn’t read enough comics/manga to know what speech bubbles looked like, let alone know how to use them. I found myself learning a new art form. It solidified the idea that I can never learn enough.

I’ve always been that weirdo that just can’t “leave something alone.” I think about things critically. I think about things a lot. I feel too much. I used to be ashamed about it, about all of it. I’ve drawn fan art, made playlist for my favorite characters, video games, and series. There’s no way a normal person would fixate on something this much, I thought.

I started drawing again in June.

This time, I let myself explore my interest. I let myself remember the comforting experience of holding a pencil in my hand. I’ve accepted that I’m not the best painter, yet my line art can communicate and execute everything that I need it to. Yeah, I might be hyper fixated on that one anime, Golden Kamuy, but it’s gotten me to draw again, and for that reason alone, I feel like I owe it a few fan comics.

I've stated it before on this blog, and I'll say it again. I've thought about deleting this space multiple times over the past decade. The stuff I have made, I left it on internet thinking it’ll eventually die through entropy. Against my best knowledge, I'm glad this Tumblr's still here. It's one of the few spaces on the internet where I feel comfortable sharing my drawings publically (and writing I guess).

I mainly post this stuff for my own self-reflection, yet if you've read this far then thanks. Its been tough. Art's tough. Drawing isn't easy. If you used to create, but stopped, I hope you find your way back to it.

[aaronstveit]

Do you ever feel like you’re avoiding writing even though you know you’d have a good time doing it? I’m having this awful problem lately where I avoid things I like doing, I postpone doing them and go on brainstorming scenes instead of working on what I already have. It’s been bringing me down and making me anxious, like I’m incapable of finishing my fic.

oh i feel like this all the time, anon. especially with long-form fic. i love writing, i know that i love writing, i'm excited for the scenes that i know i'm going to write eventually, but getting myself to do it is like pulling teeth.

for me, i know a big part of this is a fear of failure. i'm always afraid that what i write is going to suck, so i just. don't write it. because then it CAN'T be bad. but of course this is a self-fulfilling prophecy because it also can't be GOOD if it doesn't exist. i reallyyyyy have to push through on the whole "do it bad" thing and remind myself with every word that i type that first things first, i have to make it exist. then i can make it good. but i can't make it good until i make it.

i can't speak to what works for everyone to get out of this sort of rut but for me, the thing that works best is to force myself through the opening drag. i know a lot of people say not to force it but i have to, or else i'll never get going. so what i do when i get into this rut (like today) is i'll do a little opening sprint. i just set a timer, somewhere between 10-30 minutes, and i make myself close everything except the document where i'm writing. i tell myself, okay, ten minutes, i'm not going to do anything except write. now i spend a lot of this time staring at the screen hating everything, but i also do get a few sentences out at least, and that helps. i never go for a longer time than half an hour though because that's pretty much the longest i can go without getting bored or pissed off or something. and i don't sprint every time i write, just when i really need to kick off before i can get going.

if it makes you feel any better, i am literally avoiding writing right now, even though i know i enjoy it and i know that when i finish this scene i get to start on a chapter that really excites me. sometimes you've gotta walk away and sometimes you've gotta push through it. i don't always know which times are which until it's too late, but i've still gotta try.

i hope something i've said here helps you or at least makes you feel like you're not alone. you're always welcome to come talk about writing, avoiding writing, or anything else in my asks or dms <3

[clawbehavior]

Hi ♥

I hope you are doing well ♡

For the ask game: 23,49 and 50

hi friend! i hope this weekend is good to you, that you rest and nourish well and get bright sunlight! i had a blast with these questions and 49 in particular, so thank you so much for playing anon ❤️❤️

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

an au based in 'his dark materials' where gaon and yohan's souls are personified as animals and how the four of them interact. can you imagine gaon touching yohan's soul with his bare hands and how that makes the older man feel???

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

here's an excerpt from 'enantiomers', my twins isaac and gaon fic:

‘elijah,’ yohan says, nudging her so she looks at him. he swallows hard around the sudden lump in his throat. she’s a sure weight in his arms and the most precious thing he's ever held. ‘do you know how happy you make me? gaon says i'm overflowing with love, but you made me this way.’

she coos when he rubs her back, soothing himself with the motion. 

‘samcheon has to go away for a while, elijah. i don't know for how long --’ he halts because his throat hurts something awful. she pulls her fist out of her gummy mouth and stares. ‘i won't be here to help, so you have to be good for eomma and appa, okay?’ her dark eyes roam over his face worriedly. 

he rubs their cheeks together, breathing in her soft baby smell. he loves her so, so much. with everything he has. 'don't forget me, okay,' he pleads in a whisper.

‘yohan.’

he whirls around so fast that his backpack knocks the baby monitor off the nightstand and to the carpeted floor. heejin, hair in a messy bun and in sleep attire, doesn't startle. 

‘nuna, i -- i'm not stealing her,’ he says defensively, feeling like an interloper. what if she finds him strange? what if she doesn't want him around elijah anymore?

heejin snorts. ‘is it kidnapping if it's voluntary?’ she asks, shutting the door behind her and coming over. she surprises him by wrapping her arms around them. 

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

whenever i fall into a rut in writing, i think to myself, 'i will try x y z strategy. if those don't work, i'll go on Tumblr to do an ask me game (like this one) because getting curious readers in my inbox resets my brain like nothing else.' and it works. so thank you, my anons and my moots for helping a writer along their way.

[allsassnoclass]

okay this is the last vent-y post i’m going to put here for a while but

i am so so so so so frustrated with my inability to write right now.  i wrote almost every day for the past few months but for the past two weeks i haven’t been able to successfully write anything and i’m getting very upset about it! i have over 70 ideas on my list and none of them look appealing, the prompt i’ve been trying to write has been fighting me every step of the way, i’ve even considered trying to switch to one of my wips in a different fandom with no success right now.  this was one of the main ways that i spend my time my life has nothing going on right now and it’s super boring and i want my hobby back!!! i hate that i can’t default to this when i’m bored now and i hate that this thing that i love and that has become such a huge part of me this past year is inaccessible to me right now!!! and i don’t know why! and i don’t know how to fix it!!!

idk i’m just kind of going through it in general so this really hasn’t been helping and it’s upsetting and i’m just straight up not having a good time right now lol

[rosethornxs]

Rose!! I'm so happy for you! This is a huge milestone and it is completely well-deserved because you are incredible. Here's to 500 more! 💋

For the prompt request can I get some Din Djarin and a female reader with "Try to stay quiet, understand?" Oof. The things you could do with this... Can be smutty or not! Dealer's choice. 😘

Shawna! You are incredible! Thank you so much! I LOVED this prompt, and definitely made it spicy, but also a lil soft because I physically cannot write my men without making them care so deeply it hurts. I changed up the wording of the prompt a tiny bit, to fit the situation better. I hope you enjoy, my love!

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected PiV, tiny bit of exhibitionism, hand over mouth, tiny bit of degradation (one use of 'slut,' but in a sweet way? if that makes senes, lol), I think that's it but lemme know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 643

A thin wall and a stack of crates is all that separates you from the others. Anyone could walk around the corner and see you in this compromising position — pressed against the cold durasteel with your trousers bunched around your thighs and your shirt pulled up to reveal your soft breasts.

You scramble for purchase against the wall, nails catching on the panelling as he ruts into you from behind. He’s still completely covered — armoured head to toe, except for his cock, which is buried between your thighs.

“Din—” you squeak, when he grinds against you, hitting that dizzying spot inside you.

“Shhh, sweet girl,” he whispers, barely keeping himself together.

This had started innocently enough, with a comment on how good you looked fighting imps and a playful shove — but it devolved quickly into suggestive touches, and a burning desire, and Din all but dragging you away to the barely secret place he has you now.

His helmet falls into the crook of your neck, cool against your flushed skin as he continues his quick thrusts, methodically pulling you apart with each stroke. He shifts, moving back slightly and guiding your hips with those big, gloved hands of his. Then he shoves into you again and the subtle change of position turns out to be devastating.

The head of his cock strikes something so deep inside you it numbs your mind to everything but pleasure and the feeling of him, only him.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fu—”

He cuts you off with his hand, pressing his gloved palm over your mouth to silence you.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, mesh’la. Okay?” he whispers. The metallic edge of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

But he doesn’t slow down, no, it’s his goal to ruin you — to make you cry on his cock while mere paces away from a, hopefully unsuspecting, crowd. Part of you thinks he must get off on the risk — of being heard, of being seen. It’s exciting for a man who is constantly hidden — never seen by anyone but himself.

“Don’t want them to know what a perfect little slut you are, do you, cyare?” he grunts softly. For the filthy phrases coming out of his mouth, his tone is surprisingly sweet — words dipped in honey as they fall from his lips in this situation that is anything but sweet.

He lowers his hand to give you a chance to answer and a stuttered “n-no” bursts from your throat in a gasp.

“Good.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keeps your whines from slipping out as he speeds up, pinning you against the wall with each heavy thrust. He wishes he could kiss you now — remove his helmet and taste your sweet lips, drink your whimpers and moans. When you’re both safely back on the Crest he’ll do it — he’ll fuck you properly, all sweet and slow like you deserve, in the dark where he can use his tongue and teeth without consequence.

“Din…” you whisper, voice frantic, “Din, m’gonna cum.”

“Do it, sweet girl, lemme feel you cum on my cock.”

He reaches up to cover your mouth again and you sink your teeth into the worn leather of his gloves as he works you over the edge. Your choked whimper as your cunt spasms around him is enough to make him spill — hurriedly pumping into you until you’re both sated and panting.

When he steps back you can feel the mess he’s left between your thighs. He helps you fix your clothes, pulling up your trousers and smoothing out the wrinkles in your shirt before gently pressing his helmet to your forehead. The simple gesture is filled with meaning, it tells you just how much he cares for you and acts a a promise, that he’ll take his time with you later.

[0rchard]

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🍎 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Yamaguchi x f!reader

🍏 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: stepcest, femdom, masturbation, footjob, degradation/humiliation(if you squints)

🍎 𝓐/𝓝: So 👉👈 It's my first time writing dark content/smut scenario i only do hcs usually, it's also my first time writing for the haikyuu fandom. And I do that for my first hq crush 🥺 Anyways! This scenario is a part of the hqcest collab made by the amazing @dilfsuna ! Thank you Mabel to let your 😌💅 anon take part of it!

Yamaguchi didn’t know when everything went that wrong. Was it when he started to have a wet dream about you? Or maybe when he started to jerk off at the thought of you? Or has everything always been wrong since the first time you were introduced as his step-sister?

Probably all of the above… And things surely took another turn when both of you had to live together once you got into college, financially not able to pay for two different flats.

It was probably at that moment that everything started. He thought you would never notice how he always insisted on doing the laundry. He thought you would never notice how at least one of your panties was missing and magically was back again the next laundry. He thought you would never notice how he was looking at you when you bent in front of him to grab something. He thought you would never notice how painfully hard it makes him. He thought you would never notice how he quickly excused himself to his room. He thought you would never hear his voice moaning your name as the moon was rising high in the sky.

He thought he could do abstraction of his feelings because it was wrong. You were his step-sister and he shouldn’t feel like that toward you. And yet, was knowing that it was wrong preventing him to do what he was about to do? No, it didn’t. 

Your flat was silent, only the light buzzing noise of the fridge could be heard in the living room, as he crossed it to go into your room, his heart beating fast, so fast that it was almost painful. Each beat was making his body shake a bit more as his trembling hands quietly turned the door handle of your room. You were out, needing to grab something at the grocery store near your flat.

He knows he didn’t have a lot of time, that it was risqué, that he had to be quick. But he couldn’t help it. He needed to know if they were there. The black panties you’ve been chilling in yesterday, only wearing them and a loose shirt. They were his favorite ones, he thought they were the ones sublimating the curves of your ass the most. So when he noticed they weren’t in the basket laundry today, he was pretty sure that you left them somewhere in your room. It's not his fault if you left them there… As a good step-brother in charge of the laundry, he should be sure that no dirty clothes should be left behind right? 

Even he knew it was just because he wanted to smell it. To smell you. To get off at your scent again and again…

His heart stopped to beat ofr a moment as he op, noticing them innocentlyheart stopped for a second as he opened your door, spotting the precious panties, standing there, on the ground, innocently. 

He could already feel his cock twitch into his pants, as he could smell your sweet scent surrounding the room. He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, that he should be quick, just taking the panties and leaving would be the less risqué thing to do, but something about getting off in your room sent shivers of excitement down his spine. It's not like he would last long anyway, he never did when he got off with your panties.

He brought the dirty panty to his face as he took a deep breath in, his nose against where your core was supposed to be, freeing his hard cock from his sweatpants. 

"F-fuck… You smell so good…" a small whine escaped his lips as he sat down on the ground, one hand brushing against his cock, but not totally stroking himself yet. 

He shyly tugs out his tongue to give a quick lap to the crotch of your underwear, hoping it could give him a light idea about how divine his step-sister was tasting like. 

Another whine left his lips as he felt the sweet taste spreading in his mouth. 

"So good… you taste so good…" 

He was now sucking on it without a shame, high-pitched noise of pleasure leaving his mouth, redness of his cheeks covering a bit his freckle. He was already panting, his eyes closed as he hoped he was licking your wet pussy instead.

His cock twitched, the tip as red as his cheeks, asking for more attention. 

One hand stroking his dick, the other playing with his nipple, as the panties were stuffed in his mouth, his tongue licking its crotch, eyes closed, he could already feel his end coming. 

He was moaning again and again, and if it wasn't for the piece of clothing in his mouth preventing him to talk, he would probably moan obscene things like "Please, let me taste you", "I beg you sis' you smell so good", "I'm sure your wet pussy taste even better..." or even worst "I love you so much, sis…"

His hand was stroking him faster, without any regular rhythm, as continued to whine. He pinched his nipple, making himself arch his back a bit more and his legs shook under the overwhelming pleasure. Your panties were now soaked in his drool, letting some escape, rolling down his chin. 

He was so lost in pleasure, so lost in his own fantasy, imagining that he wasn't sucking your panties but that you were sat on his face instead like he always dreamt about.

He wanted to feel your thighs squeezing his head between them. He wanted to make his hands run on them, feel your soft skin. He would kiss them, again and again, leaving small marks on them if you allowed him to do so. And as he would come closer and closer to your crotch, he would be able to see how wet you already are, how wet his affection made you go. He would be a bit hesitant at first, giving quick laps on your panties to hear you moan, before putting them aside and finally… finally tasting you… 

Maybe if he wasn't that lost into his mind, he would have heard the door of your flat open. And maybe he would have also heard your footsteps going toward your room. He would probably have heard too that you shouted that you had forgotten your wallet in your room. But he didn't.

Neither did he hear the door of your room open… And he barely registered your voice calling his name. 

"Tadashi? What are you-"

He froze up, his eyes widened, looking at you terrorized. What were you going to do? How would you react to see your step-brother jerking in your room, your dirty panty stuffed in his mouth? 

And yet, he couldn't explain why but the shame, the humiliation provoked by being caught by you doing something so dirty, so forbidden… It excited him, it was such a delight that he almost came from that only, or maybe that was because of the sight of your bare thighs that he just fantasmed about. 

"I-i could explain!" he quickly said, taking off the panty from his mouth, whipping his drool away, trying to hide his hard cock the best he could.

What could he explain exactly? How much did you turn him on? How perverted he was? How the scent of your dirty panties sent him to heaven? That he always dreamed to be between your thighs to taste his sweet sister? That he always wanted to suck on your nipples? That he always hoped to one day fuck you slowly on the couch, to prove to you how much he actually cared about you? To prove to you how much he loved you? How did he want to kiss you, to hug you, to be there for you in another way than your step-brother?

He gulped as you silently walked toward him, not saying a word, nor showing any emotion. You were thinking he was a dirty pervert, he was sure about that. He was also sure you will tell everything to your parents and that he would be disinherited, that you will expose him on every social media, telling everyone how dirty he was… He was screwed. His whole life was screwed. 

He was surely not excepting the sudden pressure of your bare feet on his cock, which made him moan in a loud way. 

"So like that you jerk off by using your step-sister panties? You're such a naughty boy Ta-da-shi~"

His eyes widened, as he could feel excitement running in his blood. The way you were looking at him… The way your eyes were clouded by the same lust than him… It made his cock twitch under your feet.

"I said I could explain I- Ah!"

He could feel your foot putting more pressure on his cock as a pitiful and ridiculously loud whine left his lips. 

"Shhh~ Keep quiet Tadashi, the walls are thin, you wouldn't want the neighbor to hear you, or… would you?"

He shook his head from right to left, unable to say a word that would turn into a moan. He was heavily panting, his heart pounding in his chest. Never in the best scenarios, he made by his imagination did such a thing happen… And deep down he wished for that to not be another of his wet dreams about you.

“Look at you Tadashi~ All worked up from your sister's dirty panties scent~” Another loud whine escaped from him. He already felt so pitiful, so horrible to act like that. It wasn't good, it was not okay to feel like that… They were step-sister and brother, what was wrong with him? He wishes he could go back in time to prevent himself from feeling like that but… Now that it was happening… He couldn't deny how good it felt. How much he loved that. How much he loved her. 

"You're a loud one huh? It's not like it really surprises me, you're always so noisy when you get off in your room… Moaning my name~" you teased him as your feet came up and down on his dick, already leaking in precum

He felt shame burn his chest. So you know how he felt since the beginning? You were acting like that on purpose, knowing how it affected him? 

"What a shame, I would love to hear you moan my name again and again as you rut against my feet, but I can't take the risk for the neighbors to know what's going between us, right Tadashi?"

He nodded again, as he opened his mouth when you presented to him the panties that were already stuffed in his mouth some minutes earlier.

"You're such a good boy Tadashi~ Knowing how to act to please me…" 

Was it the way his name sounded awfully sexy when you were the one saying it or the way you called him a good boy that made him arch his back a bit more and bucking his hips for more friction?

He could feel his arousal already building up in his stomach, and his cheeks turning into a darker shade of red as muffled whine escaped him again and again.

"That's it Tadashi, be a little good boy for your sister" you whispered at the ear, nibbling on the lobe of his ear. He bucked his hips, even more, as his moan became a bit louder, but overall, needier. 

He was looking at you with so much love… so much adoration… so much lust… it was such a beautiful face, the same as you ever imagined when hearing him reaching his end and moaning your name out loud in his room. 

"You want to cum for your sister Tadashi?~" 

He nodded quickly, his heart beating faster and faster, sweat starting to pearl on his freckled skin.

"Then cum for your sister, pretty boy~" you whispered before softly kissing his cheek, lifting his face with your hand, to be sure to not miss anything about the beautiful expression you could see on his face.

His back arched, head thrown back, as his whole body was shaken by a powerful orgasm, his loud moaning that even the wet piece of clothes in his mouth couldn’t stop echoing in the room, while the white loads of his cums were staining both his stomach and your feet.

With a devilish smile, you looked down at him again, whipping out the cum of your feet on his pants, down his ankles, as if it was nothing more than a doormat.

Picking up your wallet on your nightstand, you looked at him again. He was a mess, panting, legs spread, wide open, as his cum was slowly dripping down his belly.

“Since I got what I’ve forgotten home, I can finally go to the grocery store now. You better be rock hard again when I will be back, understand Tadashi? I’m sure you wouldn’t lose an occasion to feel your dear sister’s pussy around your cock just because you didn’t behave well, right?” 

He eagerly nodded as he gulped. 

"You're such a good boy Tadashi…" you softly kissed him on the lips, after taking out the "gag" out of his mouth, vaguely able to taste yourself, before finally leaving the room.

The panties you were wearing were soaked in your excitement… Maybe that you should lend it to him as a reward tonight? He surely would be the happiest. 

[hoe-doroki]

Can I request some tender loving from soft dom deku and female reader?

Very swnsual

Just you've been together forever and waking up from an afternoon nap together

You're feeling particularly loving. Like you have so much love to give that your hearts just gonna burst if you dont show it to him.

I'm just in a soft Feku mood, let him run his fingers through my hair and tell me im his sweetheart, im his girl.

Thank you!

Hi, dear! You wanted a loving Deku to top you, well you came to the right place. Not quite dom/sub, but I think I squeezed in some of the things you wanted. Hope you like it! ;)

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warnings: 18+, mild breeding, mild praise kink; everything’s mild, lol

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.1k

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

The sunlight was bright in your eyes before they were even open. You scrunched your face to fight off that red glare behind your lids and turned away into a mess of soft curls.

That you could wake up looking at.

When you opened your eyes, your husband’s face was aglow with the high midday light. His jaw was slack, mouth partially open—he was still well asleep. Izuku was always so tired from work that he could sleep through anything, cheeky sunlight included. Of course, this was only when he was feeling safe, which usually meant with you. With you he could sleep undisturbed, at peace.

The butterflies in your stomach quivered as you rolled to one side to fully face out of the sun and towards him. The back of his hair was still dark, damp from the shower he’d taken before you’d convinced him to crawl back into bed. Even the number one hero should sleep in on a Saturday off from work.

Of course, he hadn’t. So after he’d returned from an early run to the gym, you’d managed to pull him back in for the rest that you knew he needed. His eyelids had still been just a pinch too heavy, his smile a tad too slow—though no less genuine.

You pressed your nose against the freckles on his cheek, warmed by the sun. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had awoken in such glorious sunlight. All the skyscrapers in the city made true beams of sun rare in your apartment. But today, it seemed, you’d gotten lucky.

“Honey?”

Your eyes had fluttered closed again against Izuku’s soft cheek, so you opened them to see the light twitches of Izuku’s cracking open.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, your mouth millimeters away from his jawline, tantalizingly close.

“Mm, that’s okay.” Izuku rolled over so that he was facing you, a smile spreading across his face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you returned, your teeth just barely showing in a grin as Izuku found your hand beneath the blanket and intertwined your fingers with his. He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed right below where your wedding band was, the scratches on the white gold glinting in the bright sun.

Izuku’s eyes were a wide meadow of grassy green in that moment as the sun glinted off of them. His pupils were shrunk to pinpricks, totally focused on you and a little cross-eyed as you lay nose to nose. “That was a good nap.”

“Mm, yeah.”

Your feet were rubbing together lightly, knees knocking as you both slowly surfaced from the haze that sleeping in the middle of the day always painted over you. It only felt natural that, as you did, the crown of your head tilted a little further into the pillow and your chin angled a little closer to your husband. Your noses shifted from rubbing affectionately to slotting together as you exchanged soft kisses. After a moment, Izuku pulled apart, lips curling up, brows raised under his curls that were flat from the pillow.

“Very energizing nap too, right?”

A smirk pulled at half your face. “Something like that.”

You met back again with a little more gusto, Izuku’s hand pulling from yours in order to cup your chin while you brought your hand to his shirtless back, pressing him closer to you. You raised your left leg up underneath the blanket and hooked it over Izuku’s thigh, and you could quickly feel his need growing beneath the boxers he’d thrown on out of the shower.

Izuku’s tongue just tasted like Izuku—familiar from whenever he had time for morning kisses before duty called. But the rest of him was nothing but clean: fruity shampoo from the shower, the slight musk of his aftershave and deodorant, the very light pine from his bodywash. It all was soft but not trying too hard.

“God, I wish I had more days off,” Izuku groaned as he naturally started pushing you onto your back, the hand that had been on your jaw now down to the fleshy part of your shoulder as his torso fell over yours.

“You don’t,” you said, almost giggling at what a lie that had been. “You just wish that you had more time.”

His eyes were soft as he pulled back to look at you. You could see in flecks of dark jade the hints of regret that Izuku always held. There was never enough time to be a hero. Never enough time to be a husband. Even if he spurned one and took on the other exclusively, it would never be enough. So he made do with what he had and, over the years, had put every effort into making time for both, doing everything with that inimitable Deku ardor.

“I do,” he said. “God, I do.”

You were completely on your back now as he pressed between your legs, which came up to hook around his hips. He leaned into you heavily, against your mouth, against your core. His intent had grown quickly, as it always did, and yours was rising to meet him.

The tee you’d thrown on had ridden far higher than your panties and Izuku had one hand creeping under it, cupping one of your breasts as he ground against you. A few moans escaped you as he kissed you passionately, just as he had when your relationship had been new. But now the passion was matched with experience; he knew your every spot, every desire almost better than you did. Soon he was rising off of you, the hem of the shirt clenched in his hand. You arched up for him to pull it off of you and then relaxed back down.

You expected Izuku to follow you immediately, but instead one hand passed over your hair and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated. “Just, like…really, really amazing.”

You preened at the praise and it compelled you to hook both hands around Izuku’s neck and pull him back down to you. You met no resistance as his mouth fell back against yours, his hands pressed on either side of your hips as he began rutting against you through your undergarments.

“God, Izu,” you breathed as, even through his boxers, the head of his cock managed to meet your clit. Your panties were clinging to the slick that had already formed, and his thick shaft was keeping them stuck while you just wanted them off, sooner rather than later.

“I know, honey,” Izuku groaned, grasping the elastic of your panties in both hands. “God, I always need you so much.”

“Me too,” you said, bringing your legs together so that Izuku could pull your panties down and throw them to the ground.

His boxers were next, not getting the delicate treatment that your underwear had gotten. He tore them off, betraying his eagerness as he immediately went to the bedside drawer for your half-empty bottle of lube, squirting some generously in his hand. He fisted it over his cock before taking his slick hand and pressing it against your pussy, rubbing four fingers up and down over the breadth of your sex. You gasped, arching against the bed at the direct contact, suddenly so much warmer than you had been a moment ago, from your cunt to your breasts now bathed in sun.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Izuku mumbled against your mouth as his body came close and his hand, the one puckered with scars, rubbed against the roundness of your hip.

“Please—need you,” you said, practically quivering for him as his wet dick slid over top of your needy hole.

“Okay, gonna take you so high,” Izuku said as he grabbed his cock and readied it against your entrance and you felt the hot stretch of him pressing into you.

“Yes,” you whispered as he sunk in, the perfect shape and contours of his cock brushing all the familiar spots inside of you until he bottomed out. Then he took your hand in his again, forehead pressed against yours and began long, deep thrusts.

“God, I love you, honey,” Izuku said as the pace slowly increased, his pelvis slapping into yours with a wet clap at every full thrust. “You feel so good for me. So hot and tight.”

You just whined in response as you lifted your hips to his. Maintaining his pounding, Izuku reached for one of your pillows and, without prompting, you raised up enough for him to slide it under you so he could hit all your secret places with every thrust.

All you could do was grip him tightly as he had his way with you. Your fingers clenched around his, your legs around his waist, and—most of all—your throbbing cunny around his hard cock.

God, he was right. You didn’t get to have him like this enough. He was so good—so strong and kind—and you loved him so much that it was never enough.

“Close, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you cried as one hand crept down to your clit and started rubbing a slick pattern on it. “Fuck, fill me up, Izuku.”

Izuku grunted as your walls squeezed around him a little tighter. “Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t get my cum until you finish.”

Everything got hazier as you closed your eyes to the sunlight, overcome by the sensations on your clit and in your cunt—even more so when Izuku bent his head and began suckling on your neck. All you could focus on were those three points, each becoming stronger and stronger in your brain until you suddenly gasped, legs shaking around your husband as he pulled your orgasm out of you, stoking it as he kept thrusting into you.

“There it is, honey,” Izuku said, and you could feel him smiling against his neck. “Now do you want my cum?”

You could do little more than whine for it as you came down from your orgasm, desiring to make Izuku feel as good as you did, for you to give him a shred of the pleasure that he did you. So you squeezed him tighter around the waist and drew him into you, wanting nothing more than his cum deep inside of you the moment he finished.

“Please, Zuku,” you breathed. “I love you.”

His brows screwed together, tight with concentration as his pace sped up to full speed—the tell tale sign that he was reaching his end.

“Uh—Oh god,” Izuku grunted as he began to spurt inside of you, painting your insides with liquid heat. “Fuck, I’m cumming. Gonna fill you so good.”

He was already making good on his word. Some of his essence squeezed out as his thrusts continued, making a mess of you both. You just held him as he slowed down, his heavy breaths pushing his stomach into yours until finally stuttering to a stop. Just before he fell boneless, he wrapped both arms around you and flipped you onto his stomach where he could hold you close.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” Izuku said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and running his hands up and down your bare back.

“Mm,” you hummed, eyes closing against Izuku’s chest as you felt him slip out of you and your combined fluids begin to dribble out. “Making a mess.”

“That’s okay,” Izuku said, one hand moving up to the base of your hairline and playing with the tiniest strands that lived there. “I’ll get you cleaned up in a minute. I’m just not done holding you yet.”

You weren’t done yet either, so you made sure to hold him everywhere you could. You straightened your legs a bit, tangling them with Izuku’s and kept your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. His body was so warm, so strong. He held you like this often enough that you knew that you weren’t too heavy on top of him—he’d proven you wrong too many times when you’d tried to argue with him.

His chest had broadened with age and was just perfect to lie against, whether with just a head and a hand or with your whole body like now. And he’d only gotten stronger in his years as the number one hero. In a few minutes’ time, he’d lift up the both of you and carry you to the bath, despite having taken a shower himself just before your nap. His gnarled hands would pass softly over your skin, cleaning you up and loving you well.

But, for now, you lay as the day’s sun traveled over your interlaced bodies. You lay until it passed your toes, until it left the room. Even without it, you were still warm.

[floosies]

The Professor and I

pairing: professor!Tom x poc!oc!fem

summary: A conversation can lead into a million things. These things can turn into the best decisions ever made.

warnings: age gap (character 25, Tom 39) , smut, cursing, fluff

taglist: @honeychicana @lex-the-flex @ronimina

A/N: just wanna say I had a blast on this small project and revisiting my first mcu crush as well as releasing some fic ideas I had in mind while the loki show ran. Thank you guys so much for the love and I hope you really enjoy this final chapter. xo.

Carpe Diem

She started work in late October and he was well into beginning a script for an english film. Did that stop them from having plans for themselves underway? No, and just like that they had prepped a day to elope.

They didn't want the whole fuss of wedding day plans and schedules for everyone. They just wanted each other and nothing more. City hall was only some miles away. It rained on the day, but for some reason it felt perfect. Once everything was signed and the pair had left the building the laughter and smiles on their faces were impossible to get rid of.

In an interesting turn of events her husband had made a change for the evening. As they ate their celebratory dinner at the Michelin star restaurant he'd read about, Tom suggested, "we should go explore the night life...what would you say to going to a night club?" Sonya raised an eyebrow, "really? Filled with people much younger than you?" He shrugged, "why not?" She giggled, "okay then." He reached for his glass of wine and lifted it, she returned the gesture and they toasted to the wild idea.

Arriving to a rooftop club they'd heard about from one of her old friends, they saw the rain had ended and the place was busy. She'd never taken him for a dancer or someone who would enjoy those types of spaces. However, he proved her wrong as he led her into the dance floor. The music was booming and laser lights hit everywhere making the atmosphere around them feel so alive.

Drinks started making rounds and the more they downed, the more provocative it all became. She'd worn a silk dress for the night and the smoothness of fabric allowed for his hands to roam everywhere. All the while she danced against. They had some kisses which tasted of fruity liquor and their eyes were full blown with lust.

Luckily for them there was no security to guard the washrooms. Escaping into a stall the married pair began to somewhat undress each other. She couldn't help but giggle as she undid the zipper of trousers, "I never took you as the type to do dirty things in a night club." He turned around hiking up her dress and moving her panties to the side, "my wife is a temptress and I cant get enough of her." His voice somewhat muffled lowly into her skin as he began entering her while placing sloppy kisses over her shoulder.

Her head rolling back onto his shoulder as he began to thrust into her. They were practically deviants, but it felt too good and too fun for her to say anything. His hands found their way to her breasts. Her quiet whimpers and moans kept him going. He could feel her tightening around him. With a desperate need for release she weakly whispered to him, "harder. I'm almost there." With another rut of his hips he grunted, "almost there too dove." Then it happened, his mouth letting out a broken cry all the while her legs quivered.

They dressed as quickly as possible in hopes of not getting caught. Thankfully the music was still booming and the people were still locked onto the dancefloor. Fleeing the scene they laughed like schoolchildren about what they'd just done.

-

It'd been well into December, months later after their little mischief. Though she never finished her mastery, she was becoming a prodigy under her new boss in the MET. Tom already having made a name of himself in the writing business was now taking on new ventures into producing and directing.

Behind their successes though was an interesting and mostly quiet love story. People sometimes raised an eyebrow, but around their scene it was usually taken well. Many of Sonya's friends and family were actually quite pleased with the man she chose. Tom's kin were quite happy that'd he found someone who he could actually smile with.

New York had also become their safe haven and escape. It was a mix of their old homes respectively. They planned to move into a bigger place the following year. The pictures of them and their friends all around their current flat, began to fill certain rooms.

At times, they still think back to the odd way they finally had a proper chat. They even wonder what happened to poor George and if he ever graduated. She jokes he probably whined his way to his mastery. Still, they're continuing to know each other more than the day before.

The flame never dies, they go on dates and sometimes think about possibly having a family. On other days when its all too overwhelming he recites his favorite soliloquies or poems to her before bed. She'll sit and listen to him go on and on when he's either upset or fully entranced on a subject or work. It never gets easier, but it's never hard work either. They love each other, they found each other, they made happiness where they might have otherwise only ever been academic achievements.

Fin.

[fuwushiguro]

Throw me away absolutely crushes my soul, how dare you?!?!?!!? But it's so well written and it makes me wonder in what kind of state of mind are you in to think of that plot and write all the details that you did? Also will you please write a part 3 where the mc finally leaves him and goes to Nanami? Please 🥺

I'M SORRY AGKFSGKSH

tw virginity mention, pregnancy, toxic relationships etc..

I actually at the time think I was in a good state of mind?? I think when I wrote part one I was trying to come up with plots for each day of DILF week but I instantly knew I wanted Gojo's to be like that so part one was very easy for me to write and I love it a lot. That interation of Gojo is so damaged and complex and I love his messed up relationship with the reader.

I had a lot of requests for a part two after I wrote it but obviously there's been quite a big gap between the first and second part because I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue it or leave it. But then kinktober came up and I thought now is as good a time as any. I think most people were hoping for the reader to leave Gojo for someone else but I just didn't think that would be realistic. She's very very attached to Gojo even though she can see how horribly he treats her. It's easy for him to manipulate her too because he knows how attached she is to him from the bond of their unborn child alone. But the fact that she lost her virginity to him and basically rushed into an engagement with him for the sake of her child has really messed with her judgement.

She doesn't want to be with anyone else but Gojo. She loves him so much and she wants him so badly to love her back just as much. She knows he won't change but she's desperately hoping he will. And he does love her back but there is such an insecurity within him to feel like he can't not sleep around and get validation from all kinds of women. But his favourite validation is the reader. The one with the ring on her finger and the one who is carrying his baby.

Nanami, to her, is hope. In the brief few minutes they interacted she could see how different he is to Gojo. He is upstanding, he's polite and he's proper and clearly has respect for people deserving of it. He is someone that Gojo has known for so many years so she wonders if one day Gojo will turn out just like his friend. But instead of her actually wondering that, what she thinks about instead is just being with Nanami. What would her life be like with Nanami instead of Gojo.

Both of the characters are very complex and don't understand themselves or their situations so they're kind of just stuck in a rut. She can't do anything to change him so she doesn't. She's just waiting, hoping and praying. And Gojo wants to be committed to her to make her happy (because I promise he does love her!!) but he just can't. He craves the validation from others and he adores how devoted the reader is to him in spite of everything. It's a very toxic entanglement that he can't seem to shake away. It's literally like a vice for him to cope with whatever his issues may be!

Sorry I RAMBLED here but I hope this is okay!! I've had a lot of requests for a third part too so it's definitely something I'll consider... maybe I will incorporate it into my next milestone (which is very soon) 😋