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Stress and Relief
Bridget Von Ascheberg x Rhys Larsen
After attending many events, parties, weddings, even his own, Rhys Larsen was tired. Currently he was buried in paperwork, since becoming his wife's Prince Consort he hasn't had a break, Bridget intends to give him that.
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Bridget gives Rhys a blow-job for his hard work!
Word Count: 1.1k
On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51154276
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Rhys Larsen say at his desk, mounds of paper stacked upon the hard wood. He sighed, it's been so long since he has been able to relax, let alone properly fuck his wife—The Queen, Bridget Von Ascheberg.
His hands slam down on the desk, crumpling another useless piece of parchment before tossing it in the waste bin.
"Something wrong?" A voice chimes from the doorway, Rhys instantly snaps out of his anger and meets Bridget's eyes. A sight that lights up his world, one he couldn't live without.
"No." The new Prince Consort replies, his tone is still grumbly from the workload.
"Liar." Bridget walks over, her blonde hair tied back into a high ponytail, an elegant light yellow—near white—dress on, the trail drags behind her as she strides over. "What's wrong?" She places her hands on Rhys' cheeks, cupping his face in her delicate, soft fingers.
The former bodyguard sighs, he leans into his wife's touch. "I'm stressed... I know it is nothing compared to your work as a literal Queen-"
"Rhys Larsen!" Bridget interrupts. "Usually I am the one complaining, mister." She kisses his forehead, her lipstick leaving a slight smear, Bridget chuckles then wipes it away with her thumbs after licking them. "I know something that can always help..." The queen states suggestively.
"Princess." He warns, fuck, how Bridget loves that word, the same term he's called her since they first met, she more than loved it, Bridget adored it when he called her that. "We can't right now."
"I never said we had to go full on, god only knows how long you take." She winks.
Rhys smirks. "What? When I fuck you for so long you're limp? Perhaps even not walking at all?"
Bridget's cheeks flush a light hue of pink, she nods. "Yes, that." Her hands remain on her husband's face. "May I help you now, Mr. Larsen?"
"Of course, princess."
Bridget sinks to her knees, sliding under the desk Rhys was working at, she trails her hands from his cheeks to his thighs in the process.
The Prince Consort watches her every movement, from the twitch in her lips as a smirk forms to her fingers clenching around his legs, he loved it. Bridget spreads Rhys' legs before unbuckling the belt he wore, she unlocks it before moving to the button and zipper. Bridget quickly undoes both, Rhys lifts his hips slightly and the Queen quickly pulls his boxers down along with the black pants.
"Don't stop your work for me, Mr. Larsen. It is important after all."
Fucking tease.
But, Rhys complied, he picked up another piece of parchment and begins to scan the report. Bridget and the rest of the Royal Court—Only Bridget, Rhys didn't actually care for the Court's opinion, he was after all, a Prince Consort. He had more power—decided that he would take over resident issues. However, most of the recent issues have been nothing but unreasonable complaints.
'This restaurant is too expensive!' That isn't the Court's problem.
'The roads have too many pot holes.' The roads are made of gravel or are newly paved.
'There are too many-'
Rhys has to suck in a breath as Bridget took his cock into her mouth, she quickly sucked the tip, sucking the pre off of the head. He fees his cock twitch, it only grows more hard by the second.
Her tongue slips into the tiny slit before she circles around the tip with her tongue, Bridget then slides him further into her mouth, Rhys' cock now halfway in her throat.
"Fuck, Princess." Rhys moans, his free hand gripping her blonde hair. "You're always so good for me, well..." A small chuckle escapes his lips. "Almost always."
Bridget says something along the lines of 'Whatever' against his cock but it only came out as 'bmphf'. However, that very noise sent a shiver down his spine, his grip tightens on her scalp.
"More, Bridget." Rhys groans, he begins to buck his hips when Bridget removes her mouth from his cock, he sends a small glare his wife's way.
"You're suppose to be working, Mr. Larsen." She smirks, voice hoarse.
"And you're suppose to be sucking my cock, princess." He growls.
Bridget's smirk falls, her cheeks fade into a maroon color. "Then get back to work and I will do my job."
Rhys glares but nods, he brings his eyes back to the papers and Bridget begins to bob her head on his cock, pre was now pouring down her throat, Rhys was so close to cumming it was inevitable, he had to think of the weirdest things not to shoot his load.
Rotten tomatoes.
Grizzly bears.
Table cloths.
But the objects weren't enough, especially not when Bridget brought her hands to his balls and began to toy and play with them, squeezing and lightly tugging. A loud moan passed his lips.
"Bridge- Fuck, Princess. I'm going to cum and you are going to take it, do you understand?" Rhys looks down at his wife, Bridget on her knees was a sight to see.
She moans around his cock, a confirmation that she understood.
Within a second his load shoots down Bridget's throat, filling her esophagus with his cum. The blonde swallows every single drop, she then slides his cock out of her mouth, it causes a loud 'pop' sound. Bridget uses her index finger to swipe the release that slipped out of her mouth, she then sticks her finger into her mouth and then she finally, truly, swallowed every drop.
She stumbles a bit as she stands, knees red from the hard wooden floor. Rhys' hands instantly fly to her hips, stabilizing her balance.
"You're not hurt, are you?" Rhys blurts out, worry filling his tone.
Bridget only giggles. "No, my love, I am not." She straddles Rhys' lap, kissing his neck then jaw before kissing his mouth. Her tongue slips into his mouth and Rhys tastes himself on her tongue. They moan in unison.
"Thank you, Princess."
"Of course, Mr. Larsen, are you less stressed?" Bridget smiles, kissing his cheek.
"Yes, you're magical, Bridget."
The blonde headed woman laughs, she smiles widely, a sight that makes Rhys' life worth while.
"Yes, I am."
"Thank you, truly, Bridget." Rhys adds. When she raises her eyebrow he continues. "For everything, for loving me for who I am, for... for being yourself around me, thank you, my love." He cups her cheeks before slamming their lips together.
She melts into the kiss and presses back, slipping her tongue back into his mouth to deepen the kiss. But this embrace was different from before, instead of hungry it was loving and sweet, every moment of the kiss was magical.
Rhys and Bridget truly were perfect for each other.
A/N: I realized that there are nearly zero Twisted Series fics, I plan to fix that! I hope you enjoyed this short one-shot! 💕
#bridget#bridget von ascheberg#rhys larsen#twisted lies#twisted love#twisted hate#twisted games#bridget x rhys#posted on ao3#posted on Wattpad
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Solarchanged || Book 1
A Solarballs AU || Chapter 5 || Mars Ain't the Kind of Place to Raise Your Kids
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James didn't know what was going on - he must be going insane. First all the moons and planets and even the Sun were talking and they wouldn't shut up. Now all the planets, the Sun, and Earth's moon are not responding to anything - they were just balls of rocks and gas floating in space. He really didn't know how to react, and now Mars's moons, Phobos and Deimos, were freaking out. It was getting annoying; He could feel a headache coming on.
A persistent ringing shook him out of his thoughts. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the caller ID, upon seeing it was his wife, he let out a sigh of relief. He assumed that this was about the children she took in during his absence.
"Hey, honey."
"Hey dear. How are you?"
"I'm good. The kids want to meet you."
"Really? Put them on the line, I'd love to meet them."
"Alright, I'll put Luna on the phone. I need to go get Terra from their room."
A rustling can be heard over the phone.
"Uh... Hi..?" A very familiar voice said over the phone.
"You're....Luna? Earth's moon?"
"Astrodude?!"
"How'd you become human? Are the others with you? Wait- Marie said she took in two children. Who is with you? Do you know where the others are?"
"It's just me and Earth here... Wait- THE OTHERS ARE ON EARTH TOO?!"
"Well, I'm not sure, but they're in the same state as you and Earth..."
"Well-" Luna started before pausing.
"Hold on, Mrs. Solar wants me to put the phone on speaker." Luna pauses, presumably turning the phone on speaker as he said he would. "Okay, it's on speaker now."
"We'll, uh. Hey everyone!"
"Astrodude...? Is that you?" Another familiar voice asked.
"Hello, Earth."
"Babe? What's going on? Why are they calling you Astrodude?"
James let out a loud groan. "This will be a long explanation. You might want to sit down." And with that, he started a long explanation of his experiences in space, Luna and Earth jumping in when their input is needed.
// 1 Hour Later //
The family sat there silently, the mother and youngest child processing the new information.
"That's.... a lot to take in.."
"Mhm... I understand if you want us to leave now-"
"Terra- Earth?- You can stay. I won't kick you out just because you're not originally human. Physically, you're a child, and I won't let a child be on the streets." Marie said, making James smile; his wife was so sweet.
"Thank you, Mrs. Solar."
"There's no need to thank me, Luna."
"But there is! I don't know how Earth would handle being kicked out- especially if we got separated because of that! He'd probably try to kill himself like he did when Venus and Mars stop talking to hi-" Luna rambled, taking a sharp gasp when he realized what he said, "I'm so sorry, Earth! I didn't mean too-"
All James could hear after that was static, realizing the implications of that.
("Hey, hey, Luna, it's okay! I'm not mad! They'd figure it out soon enough!"
"But-"
"Is that why we were heading onto the Sun a few months ago?"
"I'm sorry! I was just-"
"Terra you don't need to apologize!")
"You what?" Was James could say when he returned to his senses.
"I'm sorry!" Earth repeated, "I wasn't thinking right! It was just- Everything was just too much! It hurt! I'm sorry!"
"Hey! Hey, it's- Well it's not okay, but- ugh, I'm not good with words. Look, what you did was reckless and stupid, but I'm not mad at you. I know humans have not been treating you right. We've been harming you for centuries, and we've been toxic. I'm sorry for the way we've been treating you."
"It's okay! There's no need to apologize! I'm your planet. You just need to focus on living!"
"Earth! It's not okay!" Luna cried, "You- you're in constant pain and-"
"Shhh... Luna, it's okay! Look, I'm not in pain right now, see!"
"Oh, Terra..."
"I'm fine Mo- Mrs. Solar. Can we not talk about this?"
"Alright... This has been one crazy phone call.."
"That's for sure." The man concurred with his wife, "Hey, isn't it pretty late down there?"
"Yeah," the woman dryly chuckled as Luna and Earth yawned, "Let's get you two to sleep. We will discuss this tomorrow. You're still children, at least physically, and children need their sleep. Bye, honey."
"Bye." The man said, ending the call. After which, he went to his bed, deciding to try and sleep. This was not what he expected when he got a call from his wife.
Ugh, this will make things so much more complicated.
#solarballs#solarballs AU#Solarchanged#AU#fanfiction#posted on ao3#posted on wattpad#solarballs sun#solarballs mercury#solarballs venus#solarballs earth#solarballs moon#solarballs luna#solarballs mars#solarballs jupiter#solarballs saturn#solarballs uranus#solarballs neptune#solarballs astrodude#solarballs astroson#solarballs astrowife#OC
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Familiar (Dabi)
You looked at the dozens of photos scattered across your desk. The blurry ones were completely useless, but you had to keep them in the file for some reason—the others could lead to something, but nothing that could make a good case. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, your head was starting to hurt.
“Detective?” Your intern’s voice brought you back to reality. You looked at him. He had a worried look in his eyes.
“Yes, Kenzo?” You smiled at him. He had been working for you for about two months now, so he had grown accustomed to your reverie. Though, he never seemed to get used to it. You were older than him by a couple of years, but he still seemed more mature sometimes.
“It’s six o’clock. You usually leave at five, so I came to see if you were okay.��
“I’m alright,” you sighed, “go ahead and leave, I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Whatever you say, Detective.” His eyes told you he wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, he smoothed down his shirt and turned towards the elevators, throwing a “good night” over his shoulder as he did so.
You brought your attention to the pictures again. You knew exactly who was in the photos, a criminal named Dabi, but, conveniently, none of the photographs showed his whole face. None of them ever went past his nose.
You started to sort the pictures into two piles, ones where you could see him clearly and ones where you couldn’t. This would be your last task for the night. You could feel your headache coming back.
The photo at the bottom of the stack was the clearest one you had. A victim of Dabi had taken it on her phone, but her thumb was covering most of his face. He had a smirk on his face, proud of what he was doing.
When you finish placing the photos into piles, you put the file into your desk drawer. Maybe a weekend away from your stressful work is just what you need to refresh your mind and come back to work with a clear head. You could even go to that new spa in town. One of your co-workers said that a massage was her go-to stress reliever, so what’s the harm in trying?
You grabbed your bag and walked to the elevators. Pushing the “1” button, you started to scroll on your phone. You came across an article, the headline in big bold letters…
“Evasive Criminal Outsmarting the Police”
You didn’t click on it. You already knew it was about Dabi. The public was outraged that a dangerous criminal was running around and the police seemed to be doing nothing about it. The excuse “We don’t have enough evidence” was starting to sound like the police were lazy, and honestly, they were. You felt like you were the only one trying to find him. Kenzo was a big help, of course, but he can only do so much as an intern.
You put your phone back into your bag. You wanted a stress-free weekend and these articles weren’t helping.
***
As you walked out of the doors of the station, you could see the sun was already starting to set. It wasn’t dark yet, but it would be soon. You started your walk home.
Walking home was the best part of your day. It gave you time to decompress from work. You didn’t need to, but you always felt something was missing when you drove or took public transport.
You hadn’t been walking long before you began to sense someone behind you. It didn’t worry you at first, this was a public street after all. There were always pedestrians walking these streets, no matter the time. This shouldn’t bother you, but as you got farther away from when you originally noticed, you could tell they were still following you. You turned, but there was no one behind you.
You started walking forward again, a little faster this time. You dug around in your bag, pulling out a knife you carried as inconspicuously as you could. You could hear footsteps behind you, and they were getting closer.
You felt a hand on your shoulder, and at the same time, you turned, knife in hand. You stopped when the knife was pressed up against your assailant's neck. Their hand froze in the air.
“Easy, killer.” A gravelly voice said. There was a smirk on his face, matching the one in his picture, one you had been chasing for months. You knew exactly who you were looking at, the unfinished portrait in all the photographs.
Dabi. The Evasive Criminal.
“What the fuck do you want?” You asked, snapping you out of your surprise.
“Just to chat, Detective.”
He had some nerve. He’s been running from the cops, from you, just to show up, wanting to “chat”. You should be the one doing the talking, not him. You pressed the knife harder against his skin, not enough to break it, but enough to hurt. He winced slightly, but the smirk returned to his face just as quickly.
“You’re bold. Following a lead detective home. I saw two police officers on my way here, I could scream and they’ll come running.” You didn’t actually believe that. Those police officers were too busy gossiping to worry about public safety.
“You wouldn’t.” His tone made it sound like his statement was the most obvious thing in the world.
“How would you know?” You glared at him.
“Because you want to know what I have to say. You’re the curious type,” he paused, looking you in the eyes, “you always have been.”
What did he mean, you always had been? He doesn’t know the first thing about you. This was a stranger to you. This is the first time you're even seeing him in person, right?
Before you registered what he was doing, he already had your knife in his hand, the pointed end pressed against your neck, and his other hand was on your shoulder, keeping you from backing away. You cursed yourself for getting distracted. You went through years of training for this not to happen.
His smirk was gone, now being replaced by a nonchalant look, like he was bored.
“Can I talk now?”
You wanted to say no, to fight him off and yell for those officers, but you didn’t have your knife anymore. And the bastard was right too. You were curious. You nodded your head the best you could.
“Great,” he said, “How is it that you’ve been following me for a long time, and yet, you don’t know who I am?”
“I know who you are,” You huffed, “you’re Dabi.” Whatever game he was playing, you didn’t understand.
“Come on, Detective. Don’t be stupid.” He leaned closer.
You scoffed and slowly dragged your eyes across his face, studying him. Bits of black hair were falling onto his face, you could see a small amount of white near his scalp. He had three piercings on the side of his nose. His eyes were a bright shade of turquoise, and, thanks to how close he was, you could see small flecks of gray. They seemed to glow, despite the night growing dark.
The more you looked, the more you realized there was something familiar about him. His hair, his eyes, even the way he smirked. You racked your brain for where you could remember him from. There has to be something.
Then it hit you. Those eyes gave him away. You could remember seeing them years ago, though, then, they were more teary and sad. His hair was way lighter then, too.
Your old friend, Touya, who died when you were thirteen.
He must have seen the recognition on your face because his eyes softened. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but a voice interrupted you.
“Hey!”
As if he was never there, Dabi (Touya?) disappeared into a nearby alleyway, and the knife dropped to the ground. You looked up at the person who yelled. She stood in front of you, a concerned look on her face.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“Um, yeah, I am.” You blinked, giving her an unconvincing smile. You could hear your voice shake.
“Are you sure? I can walk with you to the police-”
“No!” You said, probably a little too loudly. You cleared your throat. “I’m fine, really. I’ll handle it, thank you.”
“Ok…” She said, hesitantly turning to her friends. “Walk home safe, I guess.”
You watched as she walked. When she turned, you looked into the alleyway, but you could tell he was gone. He had gotten away from you again, but this time it was different.
You weren’t only looking for Dabi, the evasive criminal anymore.
You were looking for Touya, your best friend.
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bnha dabi#touya todoroki#touya x reader#Childhood Friends#one shot#posted on wattpad#posted on ao3#Detective Reader
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Oh my fucking god
This lil shit - THIS BEAST - took me four months to write, scratch that, the last scene took me four months to write but finally, FINALLY the writing block is over. OH my god. I am NEVER writing another emotionally charged scene with Zeref in it. That's a lie - Also, hello, I guess this tells you guys how far along in the entire rewrite - not far haha.
BUT it's movin along now!
#the dragon father#dragon contemplates life#and fanfic#Fairy Tail fanfiction#Posted on Wattpad#for now
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A tiny section from a story I'm cookin' up
This is, like, the middle section of a chapter I just finished writing. I might post a chapter on here, but I won't be the one this section's from
The story's called "A Light in the Darkness" and it's inspired by mistanfishu's animation on TikTok (i saw it on YouTube)
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The inside of Theodor’s home looks as fancy on the inside as it did the outside; Benjamin was almost scared to touch anything or sit on one of the plush couches in the living room. There’s not a lot of decorations in the spacious room, other than a few house plants and the fireplace with a large (flat screen) television hanging on the wall above it. The hero manager could feel loneliness dancing in the lightly scented air around him; the vibe of the house doesn’t match Theodor’s personality, or the amount of his personality Benjamin’s seen thus far.
The two text each other any and every chance they get, even if it’s just to check on one another.
Ben accepts the glass of iced fruit juice Theo offers him before the taller sits down next to him.
“Like I said outside, before I help you look into the Mocker of Heroes… there’s something I need to tell you.”
The shorter nods his head, remaining silent while he waits for the taller to continue. Theo, “I’m not a hero. I’m a vigilante; that’s the reason you and I have never run into each other at the Grand Hall.”
Benjamin hums, “Then… why were you there the other day?”
“I figured you’d be there,” Theodor teases kindly, “you’re always at your job, you workaholic.”
The smaller man pouts slightly with blush staining his cheeks, “I am not,” he huffs out, “technically speaking, being a hero is a twenty-four hour job!”
That flew right over Theo head while he laughs softly at Ben, “I didn’t mean for that to upset you, my dear; I was just trying to tell you what I’ve noticed about you. … I’ve noticed a lot of things actually.”
Benjamin tilts his head to show his curiosity. Theodor, “You work hard, and you seem to enjoy what you do to some extent. Otherwise, you’re just willing yourself to continue down your career path. You’ve probably held out a helping hand to the majority of the heroes’ managers when things got hectic for them.” He smiles softly, “You deserve every break you earn, and all the rest you can get.”
“Th-thank you,” the shorter mused softly, “I um… oh!” he lightly punches the taller’s firm arm, “We’re supposed to be talking about the Mocker of Heroes, not me! … but,” he averts his gaze while moving his hand back to his lap, closing his orbs while setting his drink on the coffee table in front of his shins.
“Since you told me what you actually are… I think it’s fair that I share with you what happened about five years ago; the reason why I’m so tired all the time. It relates to Doc, so I was going to bring it up anyway.”
This caught Theodor/Wraith’s full attention, his expression relaxing as he turns head and body a bit to sit facing Benjamin. Ben, “About five years ago, there was a villain with powers we’d never went up against before. Heroes and vigilantes teamed with the hopes of takin him down, but… nothing they did was enough. Our city would’ve been done for if Nightengalen hadn’t used his full power… Nightengalen: Overdrive.”
“Is that what he, himself, calls it?” the larger man asked with a curious eyebrow cocked. The smaller shakes his head, “Nah; he never came up with an official name for the form himself, and different people call it different things. Using his full power was more than enough to take that villain down, but… it came at a price.”
Theo, “Exhaution?”
“And limitation. The amount of energy he needs to replenish is… far beyond anything I could calculate off the top of my head. Being a hero who always needed gets in the way of that, and Sun Beam thinks we’ll need Doc’s full power soon.”
“Does she think that the False Hero’s going to make a move?”
“Yes… and if he knows about what happened to Doc then, that might confirm her suspicions.”
Theodor hums as he leans back into the cushion of his couch, “I think she’s worrying over the wrong villain.”
Benjamin tilts his head curiously, “What makes you say that?”
“I caught a glimpse of those notes before I left,” he stands up, “follow me.”
Ben stands up and then follows Theo out of the living room and down a long hallway, walking until they reach a specific door. The taller man opens it then allows the shorter to enter the room first before doing the same, closing the door behind him. Theodor approaches the table at the center of the room then taps something underneath the edge of it to turn it on, “Plug your phone into this please; there’s a cord that connected to the side you’re standing at.”
Benjamin pulls up the picture he took of Sun Beam’s corkboard before connecting his phone to the projector table, blinking twice when a holographic version of a picture appears before his eyes. Theodor moves to stand (close) behind Ben the lifts one of his hands to unstack the holographic sticky notes to make it look neater, fully aware of the blush that’s taking over the smaller male’s features. It’s starting to creep down Benjamin’s neck.
“This note,” the larger says while enlarging it, “this note is the reason why I said what I did in the living room. The Mocker of Heroes likes to do as he pleases, and it looks like it mostly involves sparring against people who pique his interest.”
Ben shifts timidly, “Ni-Nightengalen has um… super strength and super speed, along with his powerful healing abilities, s-so I guess I have a better understanding of why he’s being targeted. I-if true.”
Theodor hums with his eyebrows raised in amusement, his gaze moving to the pen across the table. He doesn’t need it, but he could pretend that he could to make Benjamin bend over in front of him. With how close he is to the shorter, his crotch will be pressed firmly against Ben’s clothed ass.
“Excuse me,” the taller chimes before leaning forward to grab the pen with his other hand gently gripping the shorter’s waist to keep him in place. Blush takes over Benjamin’s entire body as his frame quivers underneath Theodor, his hand gripping the edge of the table for support.
“Fuck,” Theo/Wraith cursed mentally with his hungry gaze on the back of Ben’s neck. He the desire to leave a mark there is tempting, and the villain subconsciously sharpens his canine teeth into fangs the longer he stares. It didn’t help that the smaller’s plump rump rubbed against his rising erection with each little shift and tiny sway of the hips he does, sweat beginning to show on his reddened skin.
“Ah… are you going to um… grab it?”
“Hm?” Theo hummed as he snapped back to reality.
“The pen.” Benjamin timidly turns his head to look over his shoulder, “You could’ve let me move out of the way for you, or you could’ve just gone to the other side of the table to get it.”
“Ah… the pen….” Theodor moves off of the smaller with his hands raised and an innocent smile on his face, “I completely forgot what I needed it for!” his smile softens as his hands lower to the pockets of his sweatpants, “Why don’t we call it here for the day, and come back tomorrow to make a plan? The table’s already memorized the photo, so you don’t have to worry about reconnecting your phone.”
Ben shyly averts his gaze after turning to face Theo, “N-not tomorrow… the next time I’m free, I’ll let you know.”
The two blink twice when the shorter man’s phone began to ring, both knowing where the call’s coming from.
“Until next time then,” the taller sighs, “be sure to text me when you get home.”
#villain x civilian#villain x hero#original story#man x man#posted on wattpad#wattpad#judge me kindly#my writing isn't the best#i tried#no beta we die like men#no beta read#bad grammar#size difference
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"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."
#wattpad#love#love quotes#lovers#i love him#enemies to lovers#relatable#relatable quotes#life#relationship#friendship#mental health#feelings#life quotes#daily quotes#thoughts#lines#literature#writing inspiration#writers on tumblr#qoutes#quotes#post on tumblr#beautiful words#quote
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free resources to write a novel in 2024
hello hello! it's me, rach!
as the new year approaches, many of us set goals and resolutions - myself included. one of my goals for 2024 is to write a novel (I've been procrastinating on this for quite a long time now). i assume that some of you might have the same goal, that's why I'm writing this post today.
over 2023 i've been releasing some freebies for authors just like me, so I thought I could compile my favorites in this post. hope you find this useful :)
1) the writer's workbook
this workbook has over 60 exercises to help you develop characters, scenarios, etc. if you're ever stuck, I'm pretty sure this workbook will be your best friend.
2) author's corner (notion template)
this is the most downloaded freebie in my shop! it is a notion dashboard with everything you need to organize your writing and has some templates included (like scrivener)!!
3) another notion template
this one has two themes you can choose from: cottage-core and dark academia. they're very similar to the previous template, but this one is more recent and I added some new features. feel free to explore both and pick the one you like the most.
4) the author's journal
this is a cute printable with 20 pages that will help you stay on track and manage your social media accounts as a writer who shares their work online. you can also register what you're currently writing and your personal research and resources.
5) plan your book printable
this is a 6-page printable for you to fill out and plan your book easily and effectively.
6) excel sheet to organize tasks & word-count
this is a simple excel sheet, but it is very effective for keeping track of your tasks & word-count of your novels. also, it is 100% customizable to your liking!
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ngl but if i were a boy i would have been the best boyfriend
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Master-List of Active Detroit: Become Human Writers On Tumblr
(Updated November 22, 2024)
[Update includes the addition of some new names & AO3 but unfortunately the hyperlink is capped, so I still dropped their pseuds and regular links in the list!]
[Colors to indicate my reader checklist have been scrapped; Tumblr tag colors do not show up on mobile, so I have highlighted the AO3 names with the applicable colors.]
New to writing fiction for the fandom, or your name isn't on the list? Comment/Reblog and I will add your name to this post! Note that I am adding writers with fics already up on AO3/Wattpad only, but I will continue to add more as we grow!
Apologies for mass tagging people, but I wanted there to be a list of active DBH Fanfiction writers to make it easier to find each other on here! LINKS TO fanfic source and Tumblr are included!
I also would like readers to take note that EVERY WRITER that I post here will appreciate positive comments on their fic! Even if it's just a heart, emoji, "I enjoyed it", or "Second Kudos", it will MAKE THEIR DAY! Please comment on fics that you enjoyed no matter hold old they are!
Also stats such as Hits, Kudos, or the fact that I have read the fic is in no way a reflection of the quality of the fic! I will put the writers in alphabetical order based on their Tumblr name for organizational purposes!
Also if you wish to be taken off this list, just shoot me a DM and I will do so. It is so awesome that there are not only so many active DBH writers but also - if you made it to this list, that means you haven't blocked me yet, so Kudos to you for that! :D
[Update pending: Will add relationship/family/character tags in a future update on December 5th, 2024. (You can also feel free to comment your fave ship to write about in the replies) Sorry this is just a list of names with any distinguishing of category, but this already took so long, you will just have to try your luck! Please notify if one of or more of the links is wrong/broken; Tumblr has a limit on hyperlinks unfortunately, so for some I had to just drop their pseuds.
Color coding:
Recent - Updated within the past 3 months
Active - Writing for the Fandom (Updated within the last 13 months)
Hiatus - Updated over 13 months ago/Leaving Fandom
??? - 2+ Years Since Last Update/ No Longer Writing for the Fandom, but still replies to comments!!!
[Sometimes I'll mix colors 'cause they wrote recently but are leaving the fandom or something]
[Example of my color system would be:
@kissoflightning because this writer has posted a DBH fic in November, 2024]
Okay, brace yourself for a LONG LIST below the cut!
# - C
Tumblr: @8-rae-rae-8
AO3: emogoose
Tumblr: @a-feral-coffee-enthusiast AO3: Unfortunately_sentient
Tumblr: @aghostinmyownmachine @scribeofred @thewritinggrindstone
AO3: scribeOfRED
Tumblr: @alecthewreck AO3: AlecTheWreck
Tumblr: @andthekitchensinkao3 AO3: andthekitchensink
Tumblr: @angelgirl768 AO3: angelgirl768
Tumblr: @anonymousedward AO3: anonymousEDward
Tumblr: @autiacorart AO3: Autiacora
Tumblr: @archadianskies
AO3: Archaidian_Skies
Tumblr: @astrahannah AO3: AstraHannah
Tumblr: @average-mako-enjoyer
AO3: AverageMakoEnjoyer
Tumblr: @aydaptic AO3: Aydaptic (Fic & Webcomic)
Tumblr: @brokskar AO3: brokskar
Tumblr: @calamity-jc AO3: Calamity_JC
Tumblr: @chaos-thirium AO3: chaos_thirium
Tumblr: @connor-rk800 AO3: thespacebetweenstars
Tumblr: @connor-sent-by-cyberlife @timebird84
AO3: Connor sent by Cyberlife (Timebird84)
Tumblr: @connorboyyy AO3: hereforthegayy
Tumblr: @connorsjorts AO3: connorsjorts
Tumblr: @cptjh-arts (Fic Art) AO3: cptJH
Tumblr: @cryptidblossomd AO3: C0nt0l_cha0s
Tumblr: @changethecircumstances AO3: ChangeTheCircumstances
D-K
Tumblr: @detroitbecomeonline
AO3: TrinityOnline
Tumblr: @discodeviant AO3: DiscoDeviant
Tumblr: @einradi AO3: Einradi
Tumblr: @illegalvampire Wattpad: vampyrl0ser AO3: vampyrl0ser (TBD)
Tumblr: @incomprehensible-phasmid AO3: IncomprehensiblePhasmid
Tumblr: @insignova AO3: Insignova
Tumblr: @fadedflame
AO3: FadedFlame
Tumblr: @fizzlefudge AO3: FizzleFudge
Tumblr: @fumikosushi AO3: FumikoSushi
Tumblr: @gauzyfruitcake AO3: beeayy
Tumblr: @gavinisqueer @listeningboy AO3: ListeningBoy
Tumblr: @gildedfrost-ao3 AO3: GildedFrost
Tumblr: @glxyqst AO3: GLXYQST
Tumblr: @hauntedoneao3 AO3: HauntedOne
Tumblr: @headfulloffantasy
AO3: HeadFullOfFantasy
Tumblr: @hemlockdumpling AO3: Hemlock_Dumpling
Tumblr: @hothotpot
AO3: hothotpot (https://archiveofourown.org/users/hothotpot/pseuds/hothotpot/works?fandom_id=23172234)
Tumblr: @katlakitty AO3: katlakitty
Tumblr: @kamari2038 AO3: kamari2038
Tumblr: @karasgotagun @jazzmckay AO3: karasgotagun (jazzmckay)
Tumblr: @kissoflightning AO3: KissOfLightning
Tumblr: @konami-code-ao3 @alcatrazoutpatient AO3: AlcatrazOutpatient
L-N
Tumblr: @l1av AO3: L1av
Tumblr: @ladydrace
AO3: LadyDrace
Tumblr: @leelany-world AO3: Leelany
Tumblr: @lethotep
AO3: Lethotep
Tumblr: @lilaccadenza AO3: LilacCadenza
Tumblr: @littlehaize AO3: haize
Tumblr: @litoperezito (Webcomic) AO3: LitoPerezito
Tumblr: @lugiadepression
AO3: LugiaDepression
Tumblr: @mangabirdao3 AO3: Manga_bird Wattpad: Manga_bird
Tumblr: @mercilessflowchart AO3: Mercilessflowchart
Tumblr: @moonlitmilo AO3: MoonlitMilo
Tumblr: @mnictasbcl
AO3: mnictasbcl
Tumblr: @my-name-is-markus-with-a-k @unlisshed AO3: Unlisshed
Tumblr: @nartes
AO3: nartes
Tumblr: @negative-citadel AO3: Negative_Citadel
Tumblr: @nock-and-bolt
AO3: Nock_and_Bolt
Tumblr: @nothinggathers AO3: AtropaAzraelle (Polyoxyethylene)
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Tumblr: @peachymilkshakes
AO3: peachienne
Tumblr: @peskellence AO3: peskellence
Tumblr: @r-ate-9
AO3: Kangarooney
Tumblr: @qrjung AO3 : qrjung
Tumblr: @ranunculus-bloom
AO3: Queerapika
Tumblr: @pseudonymmcwriter AO3: PseudonymMcWriter
Tumblr: @rking200
AO3: rking200 (Mawific)
Tumblr: @rk800-is-hot-change-my-mind @spensual AO3: Spensual
Tumblr: @sevdrag
AO3: sevdrag (seventhe)
Tumblr: @shinyportalsandthings AO3: FancyPantsu
Tumblr: @simping-for-kamski AO3: TranscientNight
Tumblr: @sunwarmed-ash AO3: sunwarmed_ash
Tumblr: @sweeteatercat AO3: SweetEaterCat
Tumblr: @systemic-dreams AO3: systemic_dreams
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Tumblr: @temporary-enthusiasm AO3: TemporaryEnthusiasm
Tumblr: @the-ineffable-wanderer
AO3: KetchupOnToast
Tumblr: @thenookienostradamus AO3: nookienostradamus (https://archiveofourown.org/users/nookienostradamus/pseuds/nookienostradamus/works?fandom_id=23172234)
Tumblr: @titaniumpsychologist
AO3: TitaniumPsychologist (https://archiveofourown.org/users/TitaniumPsychologist )
Tumblr: @veilder AO3: Veilder
Tumblr: @wamblings AO3: ambling
Tumblr: @wyntereyez @wynterscribbles @wyntergamez AO3: wyntereyez
Tumblr: @yayen-chan AO3: yayenchan
Tumblr (Inactive) : @zeliannetascho (Will actively discuss HCs with you in the breakroomDMs Discord server) AO3: ZeliaTascho
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picking up where we left off...
#she was nervous and he couldn't#as much as i make fun of don he's a good boy afterall#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ft. don by okruee#sim: cassandra goth#context; they were both hot and steamy from prev post <- both consenting but cassie is nervous bcs its her first time#donnie choosing not to treat cass like his other situationships#a wattpad story in simblr form
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I figured I'd share the cover art I made for Solarchanged! Hope you like it!
#Solarballs#Solarballs AU#Solarchanged#AU#Fanfiction#posted on ao3#posted on wattpad#Solarballs Earth#Earth
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Two's Silent Company (Tomioka Giyuu)
Tomioka could hear the loud bangs from the fireworks and the muffled sounds coming from the party he’d run away from. What seemed like hundreds of new adults crowded into an apartment for New Year’s sounded like a disaster to him, but his friend dragged him here so he wasn’t alone tonight. Being alone sounded like heaven to him right now.
He decided to go to the roof of the apartment building. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed, but he didn’t care. He climbed the stairs, debating whether or not to text his friend, just to let him know. He shook his head. When they walked through the door, his friend brought him here and left him, so he didn’t want to talk to him right now.
When he got to the entrance to the roof, he pushed the door, expecting it to be locked. But it swung open easily. He was confused, of course, but didn’t think much of it. Maybe the building managers just forgot to lock it. He felt the cold air lifting his hair as he stepped onto the roof. Finally, he can be alone.
“Oh.” A voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear it. He looked up at the owner of the soft tone, to see you. He’s seen you around campus, so he knows of you, but you’ve never spoken more than two words with each other. Maybe a hello here and there, but never enough to count as a conversation.
You just looked at each other for a moment, not saying anything. Then, slowly, you moved your jacket from where it rested and gestured for him to sit down. He thought for a minute and walked forward, swinging his legs over the ledge, being extra careful. He saw an untouched bottle in between them. He wasn’t quite sure what, but it was probably wine if he had to guess.
Nothing else was said. The only sounds were the occasional fireworks and the sounds of the party, which were louder thanks to the open balcony door of the apartment. He pulled out his phone and checked the time.
11:59
He’d made it to the roof just in time. Just one more minute and he could leave this party. You were silent next to him, looking at the stars and fireworks that began to wind down with the night. Your face was unreadable to him, it always was. That stoic look must’ve taken years to perfect.
After the last firework, Tomioka knew the night was ending. He could hear the patrons of the party counting down on the TV, their voices carrying even though they were a few floors down from the roof. The owner of the apartment was definitely going to have some noise complaints in the morning. He assumed you heard them as well. You were counting down with your fingers. He quietly counted down, as well.
5
He never would’ve guessed this would happen. You and him, sitting here, watching fireworks but not speaking a word to each other. Just enjoying the company, as if you’d been friends for years.
4
You were looking at him, he could see you out of his peripheral. When he turned to face you as well, he could see you were playing with a piece of your hair, rolling it between your fingers. A habit you had when you were thinking of something, he’s seen you do it before. He wondered what you were thinking.
3
You continued to stare at each other, still not saying anything. Have you always been this close? He leaned closer without thinking. He just knew he wanted to be close to you. You didn’t back away.
2
He could feel your breath on his cheek. If either of you leaned even just a little bit forward, you would be touching.
1
A crash interrupted the two of you. You both jumped backward and looked towards the noise. The unopened bottle of wine had fallen onto the roof and broke. One of you must’ve hit it while you were distracted. Tomioka looked at you and opened his mouth to say something, but his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw his friend was calling him. He shot you an apologetic look, though, you most likely hadn’t seen it since you were facing forward again.
“Hello?”
“Yo, man, where are you?” His friend slurred. How much has he had to drink since Tomioka left?
“I’m on the roof.”
“The roof? Why are you up there?”
Before he could answer, there was another voice on the other side of the phone. The other voice sounded equally as drunk as his friend.
“Hey, Tomioka, a buddy of mine wants to go to another party down the road, you coming?”
“Uh, no, I’m ok. I think I’m just going to go home.”
“Your loss, man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Tomioka said his goodbyes and put his phone back into his pocket. Not knowing what to do, he started to pick up the broken pieces of glass. You glanced at him. When he saw what he was doing, you started cleaning as well. He held his hands out to you, so you put the pieces you had picked up into his hands, careful not to cut him.
He looked around and spotted an ashtray near the door. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for now. He dumped the glass into the tray, carefully brushing his hands together to get all the glass off.
He turned and saw you standing, throwing your jacket over your shoulders. The silence you two had shared now became awkward. Should he say something? What would he even say? Apologize, maybe? What would he even apologize for? Would that just make it more awkward? Instead of saying anything, he gestured towards the door exiting the roof.
“Um, I’m gonna-”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll,” he paused to take a breath, “I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, Tomioka, I’ll see you later.” You played with the hem of your shirt, not meeting his eyes.
He didn’t move. He wanted to say something else, anything else. He knew he didn’t want to leave yet. By the looks of it, you didn’t want to either. But, you had the whole night, you both said nothing.
“Bye.” He opened the door and started down the steps. He could hear you exhale from behind him, but he didn’t turn around. He knew his face was bright red and looking at you would make it worse.
When did he start looking at you like this? He couldn’t recall. He’s never felt like this with anyone before, so why you? Someone he has barely interacted with? His brain had to be fooling him. You were pretty, sure, but was he really that shallow to fall in love with looks alone?
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. No, he wasn’t shallow. He knew he couldn’t just fall for looks. Shinobu was pretty, but he never felt any kind of attraction with her. So why you?
He was so confused.
#creative writing#demon slayer#kny#giyuu tomioka#One shot#xreader#first post#He's a loser I love him#Feelings are confusing#posted on ao3#Posted on Wattpad
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req. by melxiqz on wattpad . . . can i get a uh... dazai x gn reader reader....nsfw...reader has spine... tattoo..
! short nsfw drabble . . . dazai osamu . . . >> includes thigh-fucking [char. giving], begging [char. giving], hickeys [char. giving], dazai is very touch-starved, he really likes your tattoo, like he licks it and shit, he's just a wet cat </3, reader sleeps shirtless and pantless (still wearing shorts/boxers),n dazai is sleeping nude, lowercase intended >> sorry thigh-fucking was literally the only way i could think of where he sees your tattoo. also "laurel" refers to the poisonous laurel flower. i was a little tired of dazai calling reader belladonna every story and the laurel flower is really pretty
"it's late, 'samu." he hears you attempt to reason with him as he presses his chest against your back, his slender hands already pressing against your chest.
"pleasee? jus' for a little bit, jus' tonight.." he whines as he presses his bulge against your legs, dick already hard and weeping pathetically as he pressed his cheek against your back.
"just for tonight," you relent eventually, knowing that you'd both do this another night again anyway. he lets out a happy sound before one of his hands fall from your chest and down to your thigh as he carefully slips his cock between your thighs, letting out a quiet huff as he slowly begins to move.
he keeps his eyes shut for a moment before he looks at the back of your head, then his gaze traces down to your tattoo. his eyes traces each inch of the ink-stained skin on your back, hand on your thigh tightening as he speed his thrusts up a bit more.
his mouth lets out another moan or two before he latched onto your shoulder blade with it, teeth gently pressing against your skin before your hand moved to gently swat him off. "don't do that. i can't hear you, then."
he huffs as he lets go before a whine interrupts him, your hand having retreated and gently prodded at his tip between your thighs with each of his thrusts. his fingers are basically clawing at you, even though his nails were much too short and blunt to reach your skin, anyway. he pants, tounge lolling out like a dog before he glanced back at the tattoo.
deciding that, in his fuzzy mind, licking your inked skin was the second best thing he could do if he couldn't suck, he dragged his tounge across your tattoo with whines escaping hing him as his thrusts between your thighs grew faster yet sloppier, mewling whenever the palm of your hand met the sensitive tip of his dick.
"i love you, i lov-e y-youu, soo muc-- ah, ah..!- so much," he whines out, repeating the words like a broken record on repeat, nearing his climax as his fingers dragged across your chest pathetically and his hand tightened and shook against your thigh, leaving behind red marks in their wake.
"i love you too, osamu. won't you cum for me?" and that's what sends him over the edge, loud mix of a mewl and a moan escaping him as he came all over your thighs and the bedsheets, head buried in your back.
"looks like you had fun," you mused as your hand moved away from his spent tip before gently intertwining with his hand on your chest still, but now much weaker.
"i love you, my laurel," he mumbled softly, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily before kissing your back rather gently.
"i love you too, 'samu. go to sleep, unless you wanna clean up now?"
"noooo..."
#evil-drabbles#evil-lovergirl#dom reader#sub character#bsd x reader#sub bsd#sub dazai#dazai x reader#bsd dazai#cross posted on wattpad#@lovers-quarrel
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i yearn for the wattpad experience aka graphics for every fic and insane character lore
#wattpad and me are a love trope all on its own#my first love#i think i need to start adding a lot of graphics and art to my posts#bc it makes me more excited to write
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"i never craved attention until i tasted yours."
#wattpad#love#love quotes#lovers#i love him#enemies to lovers#relatable#relatable quotes#life#relationship#friendship#mental health#feelings#life quotes#daily quotes#thoughts#lines#literature#writing inspiration#writers on tumblr#qoutes#quotes#post on tumblr#beautiful words#quote
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