#my writings.

[misshuntereevee]

i'll do anything you say; if you say it with your hands; sylus likes when you maintain eye contact in the bedroom. this imagine is 100% inspired by this post. it made me have thoughts. so enjoy. .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.༄

content: smut ( mdni ) , title based off this song.

“Look at me.”

He grunts the words out, his hand reaching down to grab your chin. You’ve just woken up and the both of you are taking advantage of Sylus’ morning excitement.

However, when your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and then shut he gave a tsk, followed by that statement.: Look at me.

It takes you a second to register what he says. He pauses while waiting, before repeating it, emphasizing each world with a savage thrust: "Look at me. "

Your eyes fly open, and you whine at him. "Sy!"

“That’s a good girl. Your eyes are so pretty, so soft…” he rasps. His hands are now gripping you everywhere now as you find yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Sylus is like a beast, still rocking into you without mercy. His stamina and self control were amazing, and he often could fuck you through multiple orgasms. This morning seemed to be no different. He could feel you tightening around him.

"Good girl. Go ahead and come for me, alright? You've been so good, you deserve it." His mouth brushes over the shell of your ear as he rasps it to you. And just like that, you're clenching around him, a low pitched mewl coming out of your throat.

It makes him chuckle, but it's mixed with a groan. He always tells you that it's worth the self control to feel you tighten around him over and over again. As soon as he's fucked you through that orgasm, he flips you both over so that he's on his back.

"Ride me. And keep your eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see every reaction on that pretty little face. No matter how small." He smirks before playfully slapping your ass.

"I want you to take what you want," he says, "But if you close your eyes, I'll take over."

It's not a real threat, knowing that it'll still send you to the moon either way. But you nod at his demand, starting to rock your hips back and forth. He's already so big in general, but when you ride him, it makes him feel even bigger.

It's not long before you're working yourself to a frenzy on his cock. You notice a lot since he won't let you shut your eyes. It's almost infuriating how he seems almost unaffected. The key word, almost. There's little furrows of his brow, moments where his jaw twitches - struggling to remain a smirk... but he still manages to look coolly at you as you ride him.

"I'm so -- Sy," you whine, your hips whipping back and forth even faster now.

"Yes," he says, leaning up to suck at your nipples, even nipping gently at the underside of your breast. "Let me have it. Let me feel it... let go, take what you want. Take me."

His dirty commands send you over the edge. It's clear after your last orgasm that his restraint is holding on by a thread. Once you come down, he leans up to kiss you harshly.

"You like making me so lovesick, don't you?" He accuses in between words. It's teasing, along with nips and sucks along your neck. It's clear he's getting close, and the need to fuck you harder, rougher is setting in.

Once again, he flips you over, but this time, he withdraws from you. It's for the first time since you both woke up, and he tugs you so you're practically bending over the bed. "Want me to show you just how love sick you've made me, kitten?"

You nod, blissed out from your previous orgasms, and he growls, entering you to the hilt in one smooth motion. At this angle, he's pushing you up and down against the quilt. It''s rubbing against your clit as his cock pounds into you.

"Sylus!" You mewl, your hands looking for anything to hold onto. Instead of letting them find purchase, he takes them, pinning them behind your back as he continues to pound into you.

His thrusts are getting messy, and grunts are falling from his mouth in a symphony. You love the sounds he makes right before he finishes. It's enough to bring you to the brink of yet another orgasm.

"You're...you're so fucking impossible not to adore," he grunts, his thrusts speeding up even faster. Then, you feel him swell inside of you. You both come together, and he lets out a loud grunt as he pulls out, coming all over your stomach.

He collapses onto you for just a moment, and you both enjoy the intimacy before he's walking to the bathroom. He emerges with a washrag, cleaning up your backside. Once you're all taken care of, you both decide to spend the rest of the morning cuddling in bed. After all, after all that... who would want to leave the bed?

[iworshipsappho]

Dear diary

Dear diary,

I met a boy. It sounds rather insignificant, I’m aware, but he’s more than just any boy. He is the sun incarnate. With eyes so sharp and a smile so bright, I am nothing if not Icarus, willing my wings to stay strong just a little longer. I’ve truly never felt this way before, and the fact that I am writing in you, something I have never done despite Bea’s insistence all these years, is a testament to that very fact. I want to wax poetic about him; his curls, his arms, his wit. Oh where do I even begin? The words, they evade me. What once came so naturally, is now veiled by images of him. Inescapable, inevitable. Alex Claremont-Diaz, oh how you have captivated me. My heart is forever yours, even if yours is destined to never be mine.

In damnation, Henry.

[the-reverii]

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[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[super-ion]

Concept: cursed blade rehabilitation center. Destroying a sentient weapon is expensive and highly unethical, so adventurers bring them to the center where highly trained staff can care for them and eventually find them forever homes. It turns out most cursed weapons are products of trauma and are not strictly evil themselves. Some blades turn out to be fiercely protective companions. Others don't even want to be weapons at all, finding joy in simple work like blacksmithing or farming. Most blades just need to be loved.

[shyjusticewarrior]

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[write-on-world]

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

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[misshuntereevee]

in which sylus can't get enough of touching you with his fingers ... just a little bit of fluff after i read way too many headcanons about his claws.

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His breathing is harsh as he sits there with you. You don't understand how such a giant man can be so gentle with you, but there he is. His fingers trace the outline of your face. He seems to want to memorize every line, every plane.

Your hands reach forward, splaying out across his chest. His breath quickens every so slightly. Sylus leans even closer to you, his hand dipping to trace down your neckline.

"Your fingers are so gentle," you say to him.

In striking color, he remembers the first time he ever held you. Not in this life. No, back when you were his little sorceress and he was a dragon. He remembers wanting to do this -- but secretly terrified he'd mar you -- his treasure, his love -- with his claws.

With a gentle smile, your own hand comes out, tracing his own features. It seems to pull him out of his memories. His lips form a smile that matches your own.

"You're worth being gentle for."

[iworshipsappho]

calling in favours like i believe

He was doing an interview with Allure, where Alex was tasked with doing 9 things he had never attempted before in his life, and if he was being honest with himself, this was one of his more relaxing and casual PR requirements that he was more than happy to oblige with. His 5th activity of the day was, “Prank call a loved one after inhaling a balloon filled with helium,” Alex read outloud. He looked at the camera with a twinkle in his eye and an amused grin on his face. “Oh I know exactly whom to call,” he said.

(i saw an interview of tyla and just HAD to make it my own and make it firstprince. it was a visceral need actually)

@saturntheday

mutuals, do lmk if yall wanna be tagged x

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[charbroiledchicken]

if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

[smallestflowtree]

PSA for fanfic writers