#really need a hit of “writing motivation juice”

[thecodeveronica]

So I'm in the unfamiliar position of having multiple WIP ideas right now (usually I'm lucky to have even one), and I'm at a standstill on what to be working on. And because I love to yap even if only to myself, I'm gonna post them here to make myself feel accountable in some way lol. My current ideas/WIPs (under the cut) are:

Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia fic -Multi-chapter fic set after the game ends, revolves around Shanoa and Albus, the latter of whom is found under mysterious circumstances that end up setting other events into motion + is tied to the increasing numbers of monsters and other unnatural phenomenon.

-The most "serious" of my fic ideas, and the one I have the most notes for. This one also is one of the few ideas I've had where I have a clear "antagonist" in mind, and I think a twist about them is actually pretty cool if I could execute it well. Big "IF" there lol, but yeah.

-Themed around the ideas of trust and family primarily, trust being the "big" one in my mind, with both Shanoa and Albus wanting what's best for the other, but how to achieve that might not be what the other would want.

-Actually have some progress on this one, though scene transitions are my mortal enemy and the cause of a current standstill :x But I reaaaaaaly want to get to the next part for a scene that has been in my nightly SFW btw!!!! before-bed fantasies for, like, months now haha have i mentioned again recently that i'm unwell about albus, because i am, oh god am i ever

Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow fic -One-shot fic set after the game ends; more of a melancholic tone but with a warm ending than anything too serious. Would focus on Arikado, who is —bear with me here, I know this sounds dumb in a vacuum without context lmao— roped into attending a fancy dance/ball while kinda chaperoning Soma and Mina... but Soma accidentally let the event slip to others, so pretty much the entire AoS/DoS crew attends, too.

-Arikado ends up reflecting on his past and Yoko forces him to try to live in the moment, even if someone like him lives a much less fleeting existence than her or the others. and Hammer doesn't like that haha

-I have some notes on this one, too. Not super in-depth, but this isn't exactly plot-heavy, so I could probably knock this one-shot out fairly quick (by my standards) if I sat my fidgety ass down and focused. But on the other hand, because this one doesn't involve my FAVE fave characters, that might make it harder to motivate me, even if I like the concept. Alucard, Soma, Yoko, etc are cool, but they're not Albus-level to me by any means, or Jonathan-level either haha

Ace Attorney fic -Multi-chapter fic (but almost certainly shorter than the Order of Ecclesia one), intended to be tonally consistent with the writing of the series. So sometimes serious, but also a bit silly. Would start off "normal," thinking it starts in media res sorta mid-trial. Maybe after a recess? But it shifts into a zombie story and all hell breaks loose, but like... in a funny way? Mostly? This is still very much an idea in its infancy and was mostly born out of a few bits of dialogue I thought of that I got attached to lol, so still working out details.

-...if you're wondering "Haley, did this all start just because you thought of something with Blackquill and now you're trying to haphazardly form a plot around it" the answer is... I plead the fifth 😎

-Main viewpoint character would probably be Phoenix, though. I think he'd make the most sense and also be the easiest to write with his inner thoughts. And the most fun to write. I dunno. Like I said, this whole idea needs to stew a little more, though I have a tiny bit of notes jotted down.

-I think the biggest issue with this one is that I'm not sure what the "end goal" is. Does it all culminate in figuring out why a zombie outbreak happened at all? Maybe tying it into whatever case the fic starts with in media res? Who knows!!! One of my greatest weaknesses as a writer is that I only think of scattered scenes that are loosely connected but with no beginning or end for a cohesive work in mind. And that happens with literally everything I write lmaoooo but it's worked out fine so far, so I'm sure I could figure it out here. ...I hope.

Resident Evil fic -one-shot fic (I still want to write a long Resi one someday😭), something for a Resident Evil rarepair event for New Year's. Some of those prompts are veeeeery appealing and cute fluff nonsense is kind of my comfort zone tbh. Really want to do another Burnfield fic and some kind of friendly snowball fight is the first thing that come to mind? Sherry being there too might be kinda cute? But this is the idea that is the absolute fuzziest so I DUNNO

SOOOOO anyway I hope I get a sudden surge of motivation to work on one of these! Guess we'll see!!

[babbymochiiii]

⊹₊ ⋆ᯓ★ street racer mark lee

❤︎ ໋𓈒 street racer!mark x afab!reader; you can ride me...or you can ride with me.

ʚ warnings: not proof read, ngl i'm pretty lazy with the smut here...so bare with me cause i was losing the creative juice for it 💀, some boob loving, oral/fingering (f), p in v, unprotected sex (pls...use a condom), mark is drunk on pussy 🤷🏽, creampie x2, possessive mark, dub con, backseat sex, johnny being an asshole of not respecting your space, screaming match between mark and reader, and lots of curse words being thrown around one another. won't lie the second smut scene might make some of my readers uncomfortable due to the content it has and how mark just handles the situation, so i will be putting a little warning sign between the dialogue so if you wish to skip it you can, i don't think you need to have full context of what happens as i feel like the dialogue that comes after explains itself. 

ʚ to hear that songs that lowkey had some inspiration to this fic, here is the link to the spotify playlist i made; click here for street racer! mark playlist!

ʚ author’s note: yes this is me adding more about street racer mark from my first ever post here…but with a bit more fun >:) enjoy! originally, i did want to get this out before mark’s b-day, but my bf was in town from school and we’ll all writing plans went out the window and i had to take advantage of my time with him 😩🫶🏼 other than that note, i have been writing here and there for this post as much as i could or really come up with on the spot cause my brain is in a little :P mood for a while now so… ✨motivation is fast and furious ✨

ʚ word count: 7.4k words

❤︎ ໋𓈒 if you haven't read the past parts to this series, here is the series m.list!

street racer!mark who loves the adrenaline rush he gets every time he races.

street racer! mark who is honestly pretty cold and straight forward with people but is a honestly a golden retriever with his tight circle. (He’s a Doberman basically)

street racer! mark from the first moment he saw you, he knew you were his.

street racer! mark who was ready to bash his opponents head into his steering wheel for even looking at you the way he did when you were set up as their flag girl (though he knew he couldn’t but that wouldn’t stop him)

street racer! mark who honestly catches johnny off guard when he acts all sweet and nice to you after you helped start the race he just finished (and won)

street racer! mark who realized he lowkey made a fool of himself when he asked you to be his sugar mama, but couldn’t help but feel his soul sore when he heard you laugh at his rambling

street racer! mark who knew the moment that you agreed to hanging out with him after his two races, you were meant to be his

street racer! mark who honestly cornered your friend into a corner and convinced her to give him your number after not seeing you for a month (he’s quite convincing without doing much)

street racer! mark who feels like a hormonal teenage boy feeling extremely nervous when texting you due to the fact that he wasn’t sure how your relationship with him stood

street racer! mark who the moments he sends the first text he throws his phone onto his bed before shoving his face between his hands because he knows that you have him whipped after one interaction

street racer! mark who jumps at the sound of his phone signaling that he had a new text message, and with a racing heart, grabs his phone and instantly felt his face heat up in ecstasy and a small laugh of embarrassment for not explaining that it was him in the first place when you asked who was texting you

street racer! mark who invites you out to the races tonight, shooting a blank bullet knowing it was hit or miss if you came out tonight or not; but to his delight you ended up saying yes causing him to jump up and let out a “HELL YEAH!” in the process while gaining a weird look from haechan as he walked passed his door

street racer! mark who watches your interaction with johnny from afar, his jaw set as he tries not to storm over. but the moment he sees johnny reach towards your hair and pull it out of the make-shift low bun you had something within him set ablaze and he started to make his way towards you.

“y/n! there you are!” he called out as he was close enough to be in your ear shot. “mark, hey!” you said as you turned and looked at him with a wide smile. “so I was thinking, do you possibly want to get in the car with me for my next race?” he asked you as he looked at you with a look that he knew you couldn’t refuse his offer. you have a look of hesitance. “i mean is that allowed? like dude, I’m not trying to break any rules that says I’m not supposed to do this so like—“ you rambled as you looked between mark and johnny for reassurance (it bothered him you looked at johnny with that look on your face and not just him…) “nah bro, you good. besides it’s sort of really freaking rare if someone sat in the passenger seat with the driver unless that person is on their team.” he made sure to reassure you as he placed his arm around your shoulders and bringing you to his side. you looked up at mark and gave him a wide smile of excitement, that to him, makes your eyes sparkle with said emotion. “then, yeah I’ll go ride with you.”

street racer! mark who can’t stop laughing at the way you scream his name out as he speeds down the roads. several squeals leave your lips as you also laughed out as he could tell was your adrenaline causing you to react in that way.

street racer! mark who can’t help but feel the pride swell in his chest as you cheer him on for winning the race.

street racer! mark who can’t help but hold in his laugh knowing that he caught you off guard with his slight flirt comment.

“all thanks to you.” “dude, you’re flirting.” you said as mark watched your jaw drop slightly in shock. with the small silence that falls between the two of you, makes you both laugh out over the moment.

street racer! mark who doesn’t think twice about leaning in (nor did he care) as he watched you lean in as well with hooded eyes.

street racer!mark who was ready to end johnny’s life as he knew he purposely slammed the car’s hood and squeezed in between the two of you for conversation.

street racer! mark who was trying his best to keep his cool in front of you as he continued the conversation.

“you should’ve heard how she was screaming at the top of her lungs.” mark said as he laughs about your reaction. “yeah i bet she was pretty loud.” johnny said with a cocky smirk while looking down at you.

street racer! mark who was picturing 1,000 ways of his killing his so called friend after the comment he made, but of course that didn’t stop for either of their slip up in front of you as they glared at one another with a knowing look.

street racer! mark who despite the fact he said goodbye to you with glee, he turned around back towards johnny, who he too was turning towards mark, losing the smile on his face as an intense silence falls before them.

"what are you getting at Suh?" mark said getting straight to the point. "don't know what you mean, Lee." johnny said with a smirk as the situation wasn't obvious. "you know i'm going after her." mark said as he felt his anger starting to take over him. johnny scoffs. "it's not like you laid a claim on her just yet mark. she's free game."

street racer! mark who knew with the way johnny smiled at him meant nothing good, and knew that if he wanted you to be his and only his, he had to find ways (and he always found a way)

street racer! mark who coincidentally bumped into you on college campus and somehow convinced you to hang out with him outside of the car meet (anything to get the upper hand)

street racer! mark who couldn't stop staring at you when he took you to a diner that is a couple miles out of town; you were scared of course, but mark reassured you that everything was going to be okay with him beside you (and dude has a gun with him so really yall are fine-)

street racer! mark who somehow convinced you to go with him to a tattoo/piercing shop with him.

"you're getting your eyebrow pierced?" you asked with an intrigued tone lacing around your question. "yeah, i mean, why not? been wanting to get one honestly." mark said as he gave you a quick glance as he continued to drive down the road towards the shop. "i think you'll look good with it." you said softly as you felt yourself blush at the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing. suddenly, the thought was more than just innocent thought. mark is a very good looking man, you couldn't deny it as you felt yourself attracted, but for some reason the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing....it makes you squeeze your thighs together. you tried to be discreet about it, as said man you're fantasizing about it right next to you.

street racer! mark who doesn't miss the way you clench your thighs together as you continue savoring the thought of mark having an eyebrow piercing. his free hand runs along the bottom of his bottom lip as a smirk stretches on his face at the thought of you getting turned on. the hand on steering wheel tightens slightly at the thought of you in such a way for him to the point that his knuckles turn white, before he let's go of his grip to calm himself down as you both have arrived to the shop.

"ready?" you asked mark as you both walked towards the front door of said shop. "ready than never, baby." mark said lowly in such a sultry tone, that it visible made chills run down your spine and for a slight blush dust on your face and neck, as you tried to look away from him, but he could read your body language by now and it only made him chuckle to himself.

street racer! mark who sits down on the chair the body piercer has in their room as they prep everything for the procedure.

when mark look's toward you he swears you're more nervous for him that he is for himself. "you okay, baby?" he asked as he couldn't help but smirk at you, but still took hold of your hand in his in a gentle hold. "y-yeah, just...you know. it's a big needle." you mumbled as you look down to where his thumb was rubbing gentle circles on your knuckles to distract you from your own nerves. "i'll be okay, don't worry too much for me baby." mark said as he gave you a small squeeze of reassurance.

street racer! mark who couldn’t help but feel his ego swell due to the fact that you couldn’t stop looking at him with his new piercing.

“you okay baby?” mark asked as he gave you a quick glance in the car before looking back towards the road. “huh? oh— uh yeah, i’m fine!” you squeaked out embarrassed as you looked at your hands resting at your lap. your nails are looking really interesting right now. mark smirked at your reaction before he continued to drive to your dorm complex.

street racer! mark who makes sure that everyone knows that you are his. does not give a flying fuck honestly at how people react when you’re with him, he knows has to stop it and doesn’t care how he’s gotta get them to shut up. but of course, there is johnny…who doesn’t know what isn’t yours, you shouldn’t touch.

street racer! mark who is fed up with johnny’s bs of blatantly flirting with you in front of him. to which he takes measures into his own hand and asks you out on an official date with him tomorrow night.

“on—on a date?” you asked him as he saw the way your face and neck started to flush in a delicate red shade. “yes, thought i’d make it official.” mark said as he leaned in slightly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “i— yeah i would love to.” you mumbled softly to him as he let his hand linger softly on your cheek, causing you to flush deeper. “great i’ll pick you up, baby.” mark said as he placed a quick, tender kiss on your forehead. when mark stood straight, he looked behind you and saw the way johnny was sending him glares towards him, that mark couldn’t help but smirk at him before he took your hand and brought you to his car.

street racer! mark who goes all out for your first date with him. he was honestly a nervous wreck, but was pulling though seeing how brightly you were smiling at him, and just how your eyes caught the light just right...it made his heart go into overdrive at the sight before him.

street racer! mark who is such a gentleman throughout the whole date that you honestly can't help but make the first move on him when he dropped you off at your dorm room's door.

"i had a good night tonight." you said softly as you looked up towards mark with a small smile on your face and with a knowing blush resting on your face. "i'm glad you enjoyed it baby. anything for you." mark said as he looked down at you with a boyish smile playing on his face. something about the way mark looked in front of you had you in a daze. his black hair in a messy slicked back hairstyle with some strands of hair falling in his face. the classic leather black jacket he wore, this time with a white shirt underneath the jacket, black belt wrapped around blue jeans, as he wore black boots with his whole outfit. your mouth was honestly watering at the sight in front of you. "do you want to go on a da—" mark started but was cut off with the feeling of you taking hold of his shirt in your hand and pulling him down to your level. "—date?" "shut up and kiss me mark." you commanded softly as you eyed the way he licked his lips. without saying a word, mark leaned in and delivered one hell of a bruising kiss. nothing about the kiss was delicate like he was treating you all night. the kiss was straight passion that was breaking through the restraints that held around mark as all he's been wanting to do was devour you whole. there was some teeth clash, but neither of you cared as all you both wanted was to get closer to the other as you tried to fight for dominance in the kiss. you instantly gave up in trying to win for dominance when mark's tongue grazed along yours, causing you to whimper in the kiss as you felt yourself melting at the taste and feeling of him.

street racer! mark who was trying to be a complete and utter gentleman when it came to wanting to take things further with you, but didn't want to push things further if you weren't willing to push at the boundaries as well.

"baby." mark mumbled in the kiss before pulling himself apart, as much to both of yours protest. "i don't want to do anything you don't want to do." mark said as he felt your hands wrap themselves around his neck and find the length of his hair and pull at it, causing for a groan to escape his lips. mark felt himself twitch in his jeans as tugged again at his roots, causing him to bite his bottom lip and look down at you. "mark please...i need you" you muttered your plea as you looked up at him with such doe eyes and a small pout that mark knew that he was completely at your mercy.

street racer! mark who the moment you opened your door and walked inside, he had you pinned against the closed door.

"are you sure you want to do this?" mark said as he looked down at you where you were caged between his arms. "yes." you breathlessly moaned out as you arched your back where your chest grazed his, just to show him how willing you are. "fuck..." mark mumbled before he placed his had at the back of your neck and pulled you into another throb-inducing-kiss. clothes started to come off between the two of you as you walked towards your bed, where mark wanted everything to be comfortable, mostly for you. you were only left in your underwear as you laid so pretty under the dim lighting of your bedroom. mark swore under his breath as he watched the way your chest rises and falls in quick breathes. his eyes travel over the expense of your exposed skin. it didn't take long for mark to find himself between your thighs. he captured your lips into a gentle kiss, completely different from before. inviting as the kiss was, it quickly turned harsh and hot when you bit mark's bottom lip. mark led his kisses down your neck in open mouth kisses, leaving blossoming bruises on the juncture that was between your neck and shoulder. as mark's lips traveled down your sternum, you started to release more breathy moans as the ticklish sensations over your flushed skin. mark took hold of your plumped breasts into each of his hand and gave them a slight squeeze, earning a delicious moan from you. encouraged, he takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth and suck on them lightly while tracing the tip of his tongue over it. you started to mumble curses as mark began to stimulate your neglected nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. he pulled on the nipple as he simultaneously bit down softly and tug on the nipple in his mouth causing for you to arch your back off of your bed and moan out loudly. with a lewd pop, mark started to kiss down your navel leaving slight nips in his path. once he reached down your clothed cunt, he started to place small, quick pecks where your clit lays. seeing the way you reacted. without wanting to wait to devour you any longer, mark rips your underwear in half with a rasped promise; "i'll buy you a new one baby, don't worry." was the last you heard before a moan rips through you as he placed a hard press of his tongue between your wet folds. mark starts to eat you out in a rhythm-ed pace that his tongue and fingers followed as they went inside of you, curling the front of the digits against your gummy walls. as mark continued, he felt you clench around his fingers and tongue. with one last push and curl, he had you arching your back off of your bed with a loud moan as you came. mark helped you ride out your orgasm with slow thrusts of his fingers. as you came calmed down from the intensity of the orgasm, you failed to notice mark pulling down his pants freeing his hard, aching length from it's death trap. mark gave himself a few pumps before he leaned above you. he lined himself up to your gaping entrance, but wanted to distract you due to the fact he feels like he didn't stretch you out enough with his fingers.

mark placed his lips on yours in a searing kiss, that made you fully pull your focus into the kiss. as he continued to kiss you, mark pushed himself into your first ring of resistance. you whimpered at the sensation of the stretch, while mark moaned at how tight you felt around him. mark slowly pumped himself in and out, slowly, resting the waters a bit to see how you would react to his movements. as mark started to pick up his pace, you both completely lose yourselves to the sensation you were feeling. mark was completely weak in the knees as he felt the way your gummy walls milked him with each stroke. not realizing how lost he was in the feeling, mark speed up to such a delicious pace it had you rolling your eyes back and curling your toes. you could hear mark mumbling incoherent sentences, but you were able to catch some of the words that slipped out of his mouth; “so fucking tight.”; “she’s sucking me in so good— fuck.” ; “that’s it baby, take me just like that…”;“listen to her, she’s fucking talking to me.” with each sentence that you could catch beyond your moans and his grunts, caused you to clench around him uncontrollably, that only causes mark to keep losing the little resolve he had left. "baby, if you keep clenching me like that...i'm not going to last long." mark said as he felt himself just continuing his brutal pace that had him grazing against your cervix in such a delicious way, that you swore you would give this man whatever he wanted if it meant that he could keep making you feel the way you do right now. "mark, please...please i'm so close! i—" you choked out a moan as he started to go in such a much faster pace than he was before (that was surprising you in all honestly) that your legs were practically on his shoulders at this point for the way he kept leaning against you to kiss between the valley of your breasts, along the juncture of your neck and jaw. you could feel the long, burning tell-tale of your orgasm fast approaching, especially if mark kept up with the fast pace that his hips where sending against yours. making your entire body jump up against his thrusts. "fuck, baby you're so beautiful taking me the way you are and how you're looking at me." mark grunted out as he whipped a strand of hair that was clinging to your sweaty forehead. "so beautiful — shit — and all mine." mark said, and in that moment it was as if something officially snapped within his mind because if he was going fast now, he was going in faster (that you swore wasn't humanly possible but he was proving you wrong.) "say it." he said as his hand went down your navel, and pressed his thumb down hard onto your throbbing clit, causing you to arch your back at the sensation mixing in with his ruthless thrusts. "say it for me baby, please i need to hear it." mark moaned out, that sounded like an a whimper by the end. you knew then and there that he was close to his orgasm as much as you are as he wanted that one finally push and his hips started to stutter. "m-mark, i'm all yours!" you squealed out as mark started to rub his fingers in a messy side-to-side matter against your clit that without warning you came loud and hard. mark swore he was in heaven the moment he felt you clench his cock in such a vice grip that it was almost impossible to continue thrusting himself into you. but along with you, mark groaned as he let out his load inside of you (not really thinking of the consequences it could bring of course.) mark rode out his orgasm, while helping you through yours.

street racer! mark who watches you with such tender expression that it hurts his heart knowing how quickly you came into his world and took him off of the course he was on. (he's in love with you)

street racer! mark who slowly removes himself from inside of you with a groan, before quietly leaving your side to go to your bathroom to grab a soft towel to clean you up with.

you felt something gently graze over your sensitive entrance that caused you to let out a small whimper at the sensation. "hey...sorry i don't mean to hurt you baby. just trying to clean you up so we can go shower and sleep for the night." mark said gently as he lifted himself up and started to place sweet, gentle kisses on your face as he watched you slowly lift up your hooded eyelids that were heavy with sleep. "okay..." you said softly as you gave mark a small smile. you and mark looked at one another with such tenderness that you honestly felt like you were gonna go into some sort of cardiac arrest at the way your heart was beating out of it's normal pace. "hi." you said shyly as you didn't know what to say to him. mark chuckled as he saw the shy blush carry itself across your face and chest. "hi, baby." he said softly as he placed a kiss onto your forehead. "come on, lemme help you into the shower." he said as he placed his arms around your neck and the back of your knees.

street racer! mark who was absolutely incredible at aftercare that honestly made you want to cry due to the fact he paid such attention on your needs, that you just felt so loved.

street racer! mark who after your shower, gives you a shirt he found in your closet and brings you to bed. makes sure you drink your water, and that you get all the cuddles in as you both get some much needed sleep.

street racer! mark who hasn't seen you in a while due to you become busy with schoolwork as it became one of the busiest week of the school year.

street racer! mark who is excited when he steps out of his car in front of your school campus as he goes to the other side of his car to lean against it, to surprise you with a pick up ride from him, when the smile he had on his face falls as he sees you walking out with some guy at your side.

street racer! mark who can see the way you're smiling at him and tilted your head back in laughter, by the way your shoulders shook up and down, from what he said. whatever he could've said, couldn't be that funny.

street racer! mark who watches the way your eyes lit up at the exact moment that you looked forward again, that he couldn't help but feel reassured in himself when you left with a quick goodbye to the guy behind you and made a full sprint towards mark.

"mark!" you squealed out in happiness as you opened your arms open as you jumped into mark's waiting arms for you. mark spun the two of you around quickly as he held you in a tight hug that he wasn't quite ready to let go of you. "hey baby." he greeted you before he placed a kiss onto your lips. "what are you doing here?" you said as you looked up at him with such an infectious smile that he couldn't help the way his smile grew wider. "wanted to surprise you baby." he said as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "ooh! a surprise, are we going somewhere?" you asked as you bit your bottom lip in excitement. "you could say something like that." mark teased you as he opened your door for you.

street racer! mark who lowkey disassociates as he drives on your way to your shared dorm room. he couldn't help but think about what he saw when he picked you up. something possessive paced within his chest, that honestly was slightly unsettling to him but he couldn't help but let the feeling grow and manifest inside of him.

street racer! mark who takes a detour from the original route that he usually takes to your place. he tried not to pay attention to the look you gave him from his peripheral vision.

⚠️CAN SKIP SCENE IF YOU WISH⚠️

"mark? why are we going this way?" you questioned quietly as you looked around the trees that were starting to surround you and the car. you were met with silence as you looked at the far out expression on his face. the silence felt so loud for you as you waited for mark to react to your question. as you opened your mouth to say something, mark suddenly breaks his car in the middle of the off-the-beaten road. silence once again takes over the two of you, creating a suffocating atmosphere in the car. you were about to speak up, but mark beat you to it. "surprise." he said in a mono toned voice. you felt a shiver run up your spine at the way he spoke to you. you've never heard him use this tone to you nor around you. it felt like a completely different person beside you. "surprise?" you questioned, afraid to add more to your question not knowing how his response is. "this is the surprise i have for you baby." mark said in a tone that was too overly sweet and it was starting to make you feel uneasy. "mark..." "who was that guy baby?" mark asked you as he tilted his head to the side, trying to seem innocent and curious. you studied mark's expression as much as you can as you tried to find some slip up on his end. seeing that he was being consistent with the front he is having, you sighed. "he's in a class of mine." mark hummed out as he looked past your shoulder with a small nod. "a guy from your class..." he mumbled out, still having that far out look on his face. when mark looked back at you, the look in his eyes almost made you flinch if he didn't reach over to you grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you forward. "why were you all smiles with him? don't you know you're mine? i don't get it." mark said as he looked down briefly before looking back at you. "why were you smiling at him?" he asked as he pouted at you. you honestly felt like you were gonna get whiplash. "i was being polite?" you questioned yourself at this point cause you didn't know how to approach it. mark just stared at you as the grip on the back of your neck tightened slightly as he adjusted his fingers. he reaches over with his free hand and grabs hold of you face, squishing your cheeks together to create an embarrassing pout on your lips. "get in the back seat." mark said with a side gesture of his head. you looked towards the small section of mark's car that he called his backseat. you didn't know what to make head or tail of. one part of you wanted to go cry about this cause you weren't sure where to put your emotions in, but the other part of you...she couldn't help but feel turned on by the situation you were in with mark. the way he let his possessive side show in such a raw way, made something primal rise within you. seeing that you weren't moving fast enough for him, mark repeated his command. "get in the back seat, baby." with a small gulp of uncertainty and of anticipation, you started to head towards the backseat. once situated in the backseat, you couldn't help but feel the tension rise as you saw the way mark was looking at you. a predator looking at it's prey. mark looked at you with such a predatory look in his eyes, pupils completely darken over with lust, it made you shudder and clamp your thighs together. he soon hoped over to the back seat with you and without missing a beat, he took hold of your ankle and yanked you down the seat to where he was above of you. a gasp leaves your lips as you looked up towards mark with wide eyes. without saying anything to you, mark takes holds of your hips and turns you around; ass up and face down. “mark can we please talk properly!?” you cried out as you tried to push his hands away from your hips as they tried to hook around the waist band of your skirt. "shh s'okay baby, i'm going to make you forget completely about your classmate." "mark! please..." you moaned out as you started to feel him play with your sensitive nub. "we're talking baby." mark said as he preoccupied himself with taking his half harden length out of the confines of his jeans.

“this isn’t how it’s supposed to be mark!” you cried out as you felt him push your panties to the side and start to rub himself against your slightly glistening folds. "i'd say this talk to going the way it's supposed to baby." was all he said as he continued to rub himself against your folds to the point where it was fully hard and dying to get inside of you. "besides you want me just as much as i want you. can't you feel how wet you are for me baby?" mark questions as he starts to tease your entrance with his swollen tip. you were completely torn. you didn't know what to do considering mark was not going to have an actual conversation regarding the situation the two of you are in. he just wanted to fuck this whole argument out of your system to get it over with and it just isn't supposed to be like that...you know this. but why was he making you feel so good about it. mentally you knew this whole ordeal was wrong but...physically you wanted him. you wanted to cry as you felt such intense and confused emotions, you just didn't know what to place what to what anymore. you truly couldn't find your voice in this situation, and it frustrated you to no end that you felt tears starting to sting your eyes. "please mark..." you whimpered out as you felt yourself starting to dissociate. "fuck baby, anything for you." mark said as he started to insert his length inside of you. as mark fully inserted himself inside of you he let out a pleasured moan, while you let out a whimpered cry. nothing that was happening to you felt real. absolutely nothing. mark continued pleasuring himself and you were completely disconnected. you weren't even sure if you actually came or you just faked it so it could be all over with. all you knew is that mark came inside of you, pulled out and covered you once again with your panties. letting his come ooze out of you and fall onto your panties, creating an uncomfortable feeling. "you're so good for me baby." mark whispered into your ear as he pushed your hair behind your ear and placed a chaste kiss on your temple. tears fell from your eyes as utter disgust consumed your entire being.

street racer! mark who has been noticing things have been rocky between the two of you since he picked you up from your class two weeks ago. but still has high hopes for the two of you as he sees that you are still reaching out to him in the best way you can.

street racer! mark who brings you to the car meets after the two weeks of rocky tension, to which he is completely happy and his "normal self" around you while he goes and does his races. and completely misses the way johnny watches your every move so he can have a chance to talk to you.

you were standing off to the side of the crowd in your own world as you waited for mark to finish his set races today. you were in your own world for so long, that you didn't notice that johnny has approached you until he waves his hand in your face. "oh..." you said softly as you blinked your eyes before looking up at johnny with a awkward smile. "hi, johnny." "hey sweetheart, you alright? i'm seeing you all alone and wanted to see how you're doing?" johnny says as he looked at you with a concerned look on his face. "oh i'm fine. just a bit tired from school and all." you said softly trying to shrug johnny off of you. "and mark's got you out here late? he should've just let you rest at your apartment." johnny said as he frowned his eyebrows. "yeah he wanted me to stay home and get some rest but i wanted to come out and support him since i know he has quite of few races set out for him tonight." you lied through your teeth as you gave johnny a smile. "you know..." johnny trials off as he rubs his hand on his chin before his gaze turned up on you. "...if you were my girl this wouldn't be happening to you." "excuse me?" you questioned as you felt a scoff leaves your lips as you looked at him in disbelief of what he just said to you. "i could be a better boyfriend than mark can be to you sweetheart." he said a he went to go and graze his hand on your face. you gently swatted johnny's hand away from your face before it made contact. "mark's not my boyfriend johnny." "oh really? he never made it official. this whole time i thought he has for the way he acts around you." johnny says as he rolls his eyes at the mere thought that mark has been with you for two months and hasn't grown the balls to make it official with you yet. "well...i'm not rushing him for making it official, johnny." you said as you took a step so you could create a space between yourself and johnny. "why are you even waiting when he's clearly comfortable in the position you guys are in." johnny says as he takes a step towards you, closing the space between the two of you. you rolled your eyes at him as you took a step backwards still trying to keep a good distant between him. not liking the fact that you keep distancing yourself from him, johnny takes hold of your wrist. "i could be a better boyfriend than him, angel." he whispers into your ear. "let me go!"

street racer! mark who finishes the first half of his races and looks for you the moment he parked his car. as he looked for you amongst the crowd, finally landed his eyes onto your figure. but what he saw was making him see red.

street racer! mark who sees the way you and johnny are both cozy against the other, as johnny holds you close to his form. even though he fails to see the obvious discomfort on your face, mark comes up with 1 to 1 million ways that this is you moving on from him and he just couldn't have it that way what's so ever.

street racer! mark who races towards the two of you. pushes johnny off of you and taking hold of your wrist in his hand and dragging you behind him to his car. damn the rest of the races he had planned out for the rest of the night...he wanted to deal with you.

"mark! slow down!" you cried out behind him as you stumbled on your steps as he was moving too fast for you to catch up to him. you were met with silence from him as he continued to drag you behind him. the only response you got from him was the hold on your wrist tightening to the point where it started to pinch your skin in between his fingers. the sensation causes you to wince. mark slightly faltered at the sound of your pained grunt, but continued pushing through the crowd towards his car. one you both made it to his car, mark opened the passenger's door and pushed you inside before he slammed the door shut. this causes you to flinch at the sound and the sudden jerked motion the car had due to the force of the car door slamming shut in your face. you honestly didn't know what was going to happen to you right now. you've never seen mark this mad before. yes...there was the instance with your classmate but this...this was a different mark. this wasn't the mark that you got to know. mark got into his side of the car with slam of his car door as well. without saying anything to you, he starts the car and has the car moving faster before you could get something into the tense air between the two of you. "mark—" "why do you do this!?" mark yells out as he starts to speed down the dirt road that leads out of the car meet. "do what mark!? what did i do?" you cried out as you felt tears sting the corner of your eyes as you felt yourself get frustrated as you knew where this was going to go now. "why the fuck were you so close to johnny? of all fucking people, him! you know how he makes me feel!" mark yells out as he slams one hand on the steering wheel. "mark...johnny was trying his usual shit on me yes! i was trying to get out of the situation but he wasn't letting me!" you said as tears started to fall down your face. "i don't fucking believe you." mark said with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. you felt your heart sink at the declaration he made about you. "are—" you cut yourself off as you felt a laugh bubble in your throat, letting yourself know that you are starting to fall into some sort of shock. "—are you fucking serious right now mark lee? do you FUCKING HEAR YOURSELF!?" you screamed out as more tears started to fall down your face in pure blistering anger. "i wouldn't be surprised if you've thrown yourself at him. i've seen the way you look at that motherfucker." mark says as he presses down on the gas peddle causing the car to jerk faster down the road. you looked towards the car's speedometer and was met with '100 mph' in bold, bright lettering. "mark slow down." you said as you stared at the speedometer and towards the outside of your window to see the dark sky and trees in a complete blur of speed. "mark slow down!" you cried out again. "just SHUT UP!" mark screamed out as he looked towards you with such intense anger in his eyes that you swore this man hates you from the way he is just treating you. you opened your mouth to say something but the next thing that you remember hearing was the sound of shattering glass and a gasp leave your lips, before your world goes completely black.

street racer! mark who groggily wakes up to intense bright lighting in his eyes, and he thinks that he simply left the lights on of his room again, until he starts to hear the slow beeping sounds around him.

street racer! mark who fully opens his eyes and takes in his surrounding to see that he is laying in a hospital bed, and his right arm is in a cast and a sling. he starts to wonder what happened, but all he can remember was the argument in the car with you and then everything went blank from there.

street racer! mark who gasps finally realizing that you were in the accident too and started to feel himself panic seeing that you weren't near him nor in the same room as him.

"you're finally awake." mark heard a voice say at the foot of his bed. mark looked towards the standing figure of his bed and recognized your best friend. he noticed the blood shot and puffy eyes she adored and couldn't help but assume the worst. "is she...is she—" "she's fine and thankfully very much alive, no thanks to you." she snaps as she gave him a look of pure disgust. mark rolls his eyes at her tone, but continues the conversation as if she never even spoke. "i want to go see her." he said as he tried to sit up but winces due to the sharp pain at his side. "you have bruised ribs, so i would lay down if i were you." she muttered as she sent daggers towards mark. "besides, i'm not letting you seeing her." she said as she crossed her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow towards him as if daring him to challenge her. "the fuck? i can see her if i want. you don't get a say in that!" mark said as he started to feel his anger get the best of him. "you are the reason she is in a hospital bed right now! you are the reason she has a fucking coma!" your best friend yelled out as she pointed an accusing finger towards him as she tried to hold back the tears that are stinging her eyes due to the pure anger she was feeling. "a c-coma?" mark said as he looked at her with wide eyes. "yeah, a coma. the doctors don't know when she will wake up...the chances are low."

street racer! mark who felt his entire self being shatter at the thought of you not remembering anything that has happened.

"a coma..." mark muttered to himself as he felt himself start to zone out due to the shock the news brought him.

ʚ a/n: to be completely honest with you, i wasn't really expecting to take it this way but i honestly like how it turned out because it adds a bit of drama to this fic and truly shows the persona i created for mark in this au. just wanted yall to go through what the reader goes through in seeing his true persona! lemme know your thoughts!!  

⭑𓂃taglist: @hyuckshinee @yesohhsehun @sfsrm-blog @rockstarhaechan

[star-suh]

Motivation

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

cw: college au, top doyoung, bratty-ish reader, public sex, breeding, spanking, choking, sweet guy being rough in bed trope, rimjob, fingering, restraints, exhibitionism(?), degradation, hole slapping, feminization.

“so which one of you is going to participate in the college annual event?” doyoung asked in front of the whole class, some of them raised their hands. “nice, now we're gonna take some data from you all and that's all”, seeing as how yn was just standing there and doing nothing doyoung touched him with his elbow telling yn to go write the data they needed.

“why have you been so lazy lately yn?”, doyoung asked “you're being a pain in my ass, do your job properly please”, yn smirked one of his eyebrows arched “am i mr. perfect president?”. one thing about yn is that he always likes to provoke doyoung, there's something so sexy about him being mad. “don't start now please, i know what you're thinking, i can see right through that pervy skull of you” he said tapping his index finger on yn's forehead, “you know you want it too” yn whispers grazing his hand on doyoung's bulge.

“you're like a bitch in heat yn” doyoung was riled up, the veins being visible in his forehead.

doyoung slammed himself inside yn, going in and out of that tight hole, the bottom's moans being muffled with doyoung's tie. he always knew that when yn started to act like a brat, like not doing his job properly, is because he wants something, that something being his dick. since the first time they fucked yn got hooked to the other's charms specially the way he looks like a sweet caring guy but it's a complete beast in the bed.

doyoung pulled the tie gagging yn, that was wrapped around his head, and use it to thrust even harder not caring about others hearing the loud skin slapping sound “do you like this? being treated like the dirty slut you are” he said between thrusts and spanks.

“next time have some shame and wait till we are out of college.. or maybe that's what you want, that everyone finds out who's the one pounding and creaming this used pussy”.

yn shook his head in a no motion, his red-tinted face covered in sweat, tears and some drool.

doyoung pulls out and then stares at the other's hole appreciating his work “look at this gaping pussy” he spits on it and starts fingering at a fast pace, filthy wet sounds along with yn's pleas filling the classroom.

after some minutes he stops and starts eating him out, his tongue circling around the tight ring of muscles and then going in and out. yn rolled back his eyes, as always doyoung knew how to pleasure him and send him into cloud 9.

doyoung buried himself deep on yn's ass wanting to go as deep as he can with his tongue, yn tasted so good that he wanted more, he was becoming obsessed with it.

“can't wait to fill this pussy up” doyoung stands up with the surroundings of his mouth soaked in saliva and the juices of the bottom's ass, “ready for round two?” he starts to slap the hole “...right you can't talk” he smirk lowering the tie to yn's neck. “you fucking beast.. give me some rest” the other speaks; “you knew who you were fucking with, don't start to cry now” yn looks at him with lusty eyes and a smile “you're unbelivabl-” he couldn't finish his sentence because doyoung started to pound him again.

yn was in a doggy style position in the teacher's desk with doyoung pulling the tie around his neck forcing the bottom to take all his dick.

having sex with doyoung was like a drug for him, the way his cock hits the right spots giving him a feeling of ecstasy that yn has become addicted to at this point, "fuck me harder doyoung, destroy me, make me your fucking toy" the boy exclaimed with a smile, "i’m just a hole for you”...

time passed and doyoung kept railing that hole until his balls were completely dry, all his loads were either smeared deep inside yn or dripping down his hole and the top's shaft. “you milked me dry this time” he sighed “you really behave like a bitch in heat today, that pussy was desperately asking for cock... when was the last time you had sex?", he asked.

“the last time we fucked" answered a yn, his voice a bit hoarse for all the moaning.

“you mean i’m the only one you're fucking?"

"yes, you're the only one who knows how to fuck me real good" yn tells him as he starts to get dressed, "plus it's a good motivator to do my job properly and help you with the class presidency”, he zips up his pants and put on his shoes, “i hope i can have this motivation every day" the bottom says cockily grabbing doyoung by the cheeks with one hand making him poute, giving him a kiss "see you tomorrow dear school president”.

doyoung was stunned, touching his lips while watching how yn leaves the room, "cocky slut" he mutters with a smile on his lips.

[erinwantstowrite]

hey how does it feel to have such a popular fic that gets hundreds of thousands of hits and people making fanart and sending asks and stuff? is it scary to know so many people are looking at your work? do you ever feel like you need to hold yourself to a certain standard so you dont disappoint people? or feel burnt out? (sorry if this is a weird ask, i love your work and was just wondering <3)

actually, it kind of is scary!

i'm not a stranger to a popular fic (...wattpad days are behind me) but now that i'm older i feel different about it? i guess? like as a kid, i didn't fully understand what it meant to have a lot of people looking at my stuff. but now i'm an adult and i'm like "oh!" it's scary but in a fun way?

i never expected for LoF or Home to get so popular, i've always just wrote for fun and practice. (i have a couple of original works that i've been working on as well, and fanfic is a great way to get creative juices flowing, etc.) seeing how far it's come in such a short amount of time is incredible, and i hope i can continue to inspire people like this with my other works. one day, maybe people will read my original works and feel the same they do about LoF :)

seeing all of the amazing artwork, tiktoks, and clothing!!! that people made!! of my designs!! (with permission lol) is so so so awesome. everyone is so talented, and i'm really grateful for it. it makes my day to see something that i wrote or drew has an impact on people enough to inspire them. when i first started writing, i was on the other side of that. now being the one who gets sent the asks and gets comments and love and stuff, it's so much fun!

i think it gets overwhelming only because i'm constantly aware that i'm just a person, at the end of the day. and that the bigger i get, the more responsibility that comes with it. my platform might be relatively small, but it's important that i use it in a good way.

it's why i don't make promises unless i know i can keep them. i don't keep an update schedule so i don't put pressure on myself, and i don't lose momentum or motivation. inspiration comes in waves, and i am at the mercy of that. keeping up with myself is the best way to ensure i can still create and have fun with it. the last thing i want is to disappoint anyone by making a promise and then having to take it back.

[mstarcreates]

I’ve had this idea for a Homicide Detective/Shifter AU for COD forever. I have several snippets written but I’ve really stalled out on it.

Trying to find the motivation and drive to get back to past ideas is like pulling teeth for me. I’m hoping writing down the lore and sharing it with others might get the brain juices going again.

So the name of the AU is Modus Operandi (MO). This is a Latin term that essentially means someone’s mode of behavior I.e. how they operate. It’s most commonly referred to in serial killer cases.

In this AU Shifters are pretty recent and there was a long draw out war between Shifters and humans that resulted in too many casualties on both sides. Eventually, leaders came together and Shifter rights became law. This meant they would be treated the same as humans, however not everyone is so progressive or open to change.

In this story Simon Riley is a Lieutenant in the MPD’s Special Task force built specifically to handle Shifter cases. With the development of this task force it was decided they would need a shifter on the team, so John MacTavish (the first Shifter to ever be promoted to Sergeant in the MPD) was brought on.

John and Simon do not hit it off. Simon has a bad history with Shifters, in fact his own family was murdered by one on Christmas Eve so he’s got no reason to trust the new Sergeant. And John? He’s not only been rejected by his own human father but has also been treated as less than for most of his life.

They have a rocky start to say the least but the idea is that they eventually have to come together and solve a string of homicide cases where their unsub is potentially a Shifter Serial Killer. These cases challenge the two men to look at their views of the world and each other and after some near death experiences (where one saves the other or vice versa) they forge a bond that cannot be broken and take out the bad guy.

[orcelito]

So im at 724,637 words posted to ao3 now. Which means I've got another 275k words before I hit a million posted.

I wonder how long it'll take for me to get there... if I manage to tap into some good writing motivation juice again, I could definitely do that within a year. It'll probably be more than just ITNL, but I have a feeling that ITNL will be a good chunk of it...

Just need to get back into the swing of things. ITNL could certainly be well over 400k words once I actually really get into it

[lord-squiggletits]

4, 13, 23, 26, 47, 65 :)

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

The first story idea I ever came up with for Transformers/IDW MegOP is a novel idea named "The Blade Called Trust", I literally thought it was going to be my first Transformers fic until the initial concept of Pay Unto Evil came to mind and supplanted it (as I had more/better plot ideas to make an outline).

The main reason I haven't worked on it is because TBCT is intended to be (even when I first conceived it) a magnum opus of IDW MegOP as well as possibly even IDW1 as a whole. It's not just gonna be megop-centric, but it's also going to be me picking and choosing my favorite parts of IDW1 and remixing them into my own fic that's basically an "alternate continuity" of sorts. Though not a fix-it fic so much as as it is a love letter to IDW1, making my own version of it but also paying homage to all of the coolest parts of it IMO.

As such, it's a super mega intense project that I need to do another read of IDW1 so that I can refresh myself on the lore, favorite characters, plotlines/themes I would've liked to see more of, etc. And THEN I can make a proper outline for it, and once that happens I'm home free to actually start writing.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

idk how to answer this one so I'm just gonna say N/A lkdsfklds

23. how do you deal with writers block?

Cry into my friends' DMs lamenting the limitations of my mortal form and why it is I can't be 100% creative and energized all of the time (not joking, my hubris is real bad). Suffer and wait for it to be over. Get really depressed about it. Usually focus on my other hobbies (gardening, sewing) while I wait for the writing juice to come back.

26. do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

I don't have a preference. If an idea is meant to be a one-shot, I'm happy to write it as a one-shot. If it's meant to be a series/multichapter, likewise. I think being able to write a one-off piece that scratches some brain itch idea I had in my mind is just as good as an idea that takes multiple chapters/pieces to fully realize.

47. what story are you most proud of?

NOOOOO DON'T ASK ME TO BE PROUD OF MYSELF NOOOOO

Somewhat surprisingly I think it's actually An Endless Form Most Beautiful. I reread that fic somewhat recently trying to motivate myself to finish chapter 10, and holy absolute fuck. Past me was a genius writing it. The pacing is perfect. The slow tension and reveal of OP's backstory is also perfect. The romance between OP and Megatron feels natural and develops in a very deep way throughout the fic, centered on them developing trust and sharing their deepest thoughts/fears/goals/affirmations to each other. Impactor is an amazing secondary protagonist whose platonic love for Megatron hits just as hard as the main romantic plot between Orion and Megatron. The recurring themes of community, friendship, love, and collective support are CONSTANT and reinforced by basically everything that happens in the plot. Past me was a genius. I don't understand why I was so worried about the romance feeling unnatural/rushed or the themes being poorly represented.

I don't really like to compare my longfics to each other since I think each is different, but I think the entirety of AEFMB has thematic strength comparable to the epilogue chapters of Pay Unto Evil. Everything is so tightly knit together, but instead of PUE where the themes of mercy/restorative justice were basically an emotional payoff for a long story of suffering and hard choices, AEFMB's themes are a long, slow burn that keep the reader warm throughout the length of the fic, giving it a much more optimistic feeling.

That being said I'm also really proud of Pay Unto Evil for being the first novel-length story I've ever completed. And also for the fact that people keep leaving me comments saying how deeply the story impacted them or made them cry or gave them hope in happy endings.

65. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? 

Pay Unto Evil is probably my favorite, given how succinctly it summarizes the theme of the entire fic. When you first pick it up, I imagine some readers might take "pay unto evil" to be phrased as a sort of declarative statement, an implication that this fic is going to be about karma and people getting what they deserve based on their past actions. But then you read on through the fic all the way to the end (or you already recognize/know the Bible verse the title is stolen from) and realize the actual plot/theme is quite the opposite.

It's a short, catchy, clever, deceptive (if you don't know the original quote it came from), insightful (if you do know the original quote) and meaningful title all in one. Technically a fic title only needs to make some kind of sense to be "good," but it's always nice as a writer when you find that title that's a real ZINGER, as clever and profound as something that would be published as an actual great work of literature.

But also, shout out to one of my Tarnma one-shots little death because even though it's quite a generic/cheesy title (everyone knows that "little death" is based on a French euphemism for orgasming sdlfdjlsk), it feels really fitting for how cheesy and romantic Pharma and Tarn are for each other in that fic, as well as the fact that Pharma having sparkplay done on him via Tarn's voice literally is flirting with death in a way. Thus, little death.

Other shout-outs: Love's Harvest, Of Tides Inevitable, and the joke titles of the one-shot Not According to Plan leading to a sequel fic called Exactly According to Plan. Besides that I literally get most of my fic titles from stealing song lyrics and/or lines of poetry so lmao 😂😂😂

[doublegoblin]

Writer positivity tag

Thanks @lola-theshowgrl for the tag, thinkin we could all do with a little more positivity!

1. What motivates you to write?

Well you've got the good of fulfilling a creative need/want. The sense of "oh man I wish I could do that" and then just actually doing it. And adding something to the world that maybe somebody else might enjoy.

But, there's also the reasoning of helping me work through some stuff and keeping me grounded when the brain juice machine breaks. I picked writing up more consistently when I was between jobs and in a pretty dark place. Also when I am feeling overstimulated or just there is just T O O M U C H going on, I can slip away and guide that energy towards something rather than letting it sit and cause my atoms to vibrate out of existence.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

So this is from the second story with Hank and Mikey, idk, when I was writing it out I couldn't help but giggle. I did change it a little as the flow wasn't quite right before.

~

As the man’s head slowly loomed down into view his expression changed from a confident sneer to a confused frown. Pointed right between his eyes was the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun. His eyes traced it up to the hand holding it, up the arm, then all the way to Hanks beet red face and burning eyes. 

“I-” the man started to say.

“Merry Christmas, get the fuck out.”

~

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Hank/Mikey. I don't write too much about them, as they are pretty recent. But, they are just a couple of dudes who love each other and weird shit just keeps happening to them. They occupy a place in my writing brain when I want to write something spooky but silly, where the victim ends up being the monster causing the problem.

They aren't monster hunters or anything, they just get out of dodge by pure dumb-shit luck. Like hitting a monstrous deer with a baseball bat.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Starting with an idea and then just having the characters take it over and watching where it all goes from there. Also, making accidental metaphors, there have been a couple of times I've gotten done writing and had a lightbulb moment of "oh I did something there without thinking"

An example: When Alex goes to see Dave they transmute their body into a porcelain like material. I had originally thought of it like a doll and doll master thing, but Dave is a being or more order and regulations and the porcelain could represent the outwardly beautiful but ultimately very fragile nature of order and laws.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I think I write pretty decent dialogue. Maybe not the most profound but I feel like I get the timing and flow of a natural conversation pretty well. If anything else I let the character of the, well, character come through in their words.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly I really like these tag games, they keep me on my toes and actually writing. That and it gives me a chance to put little tidbits out there for people to see and maybe come check me out.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Bruh I just use google docs so lol idk. If I had to answer, laptop. It frees up a lot of space and ability to do my own thing when my partner wants to use the computer.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

It is super simple but how is Rituals and Red Tape, the eldritch cults/nature of the The Board is only comprehensible to those under them as a big ass office culture. They are not your master but your Boss and you aren't a cult member you are an employee. I don't think I'll end up going into too great of detail in the writing but this is based on a misunderstanding between The Board and their first batch of Dreamers, and it just kind of has continued on like that because it works for everyone.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Write slop. Write actual garbage. It doesn't ever have to see the light of day or even the next automatic saving. But, if you are trying to commit to working on a project, the moment you start to lose that drive to write, STOP. I've often closed the document mid sentence or even mid word. Just save it, and close it, don't debate, just close.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@asterhaze @dragonscantbetamed @monstrousfreedom @tailoroffates @toribookworm22 - and as always anyone else who wants to added some positivity into their world.

[cobaltcarbonpotassium420]

spring cleaning - chainsaw man

synopsis: it's time for spring cleaning, but a certain someone's inability to read might just be the death of aki, denji, and power.

author's note: figured I'd give dialogue a shot! i'm not the best at it though, so forgive me!! i decided i'd clean today, and i got the idea to write this about the little hayakawa family (found family trope will forever be my fave). anyway, check what cleaning products you're using! and don't mix them together! (those vids on TikTok where they put shit loads of product in the toilet bowl always piss me off)

"spring cleaning used to be so easy" aki thinks to himself. of course it was, until a few months ago he was living alone, but now he is reluctantly living with power and denji - two people who had spent so long living on the streets that they didn't truly know what it felt like to have a roof over their heads.

"i'm gonna clean aki's room! i bet he's got tonnes of dirty mags hidden somewhere!" denji's excitement is soon shut down by aki hitting him over the head with the mop he had in hand.

"firstly, i keep my room clean anyway. there's no need for it to be cleaned today, and even if there was, i'm capable of doing it myself. i don't need your help." aki chastises denji for his underestimating of aki's cleanliness and organisation. truthfully, spring cleaning used to be a simple affair that only really involved aki beating the rugs to get rid of the dust that settled in them (though he did that every few months anyway) and taking everything out of every cupboard to wipe all of the shelves down.

"secondly, i haven't the time nor desire to buy shit like dirty magazines.". aki was right. being a devil hunter meant he was constantly on the verge of death, but while some people believed that meant indulging in every worldly desire at all times, aki took it as a motivator to stay on the right track. he had goals which required him to be focused at all times, though his tunnel vision was sometimes criticised by other devil hunters on account of how blunt he was with anything regarding his job.

denji sulks for a moment, he struggles to understand how someone could go through life without wanting to touch or look at or even just think about boobs. suddenly, cleaning the apartment seemed much more boring, and denji decided to take as long as possible doing everything he possibly could in an attempt to get revenge on aki for taking away the one thing he was looking forward to.

aki looks up from the floor to see power cuddling meowy and nuzzling her face against the cat's soft fur. "power, you go clean the bathroom. you're the one who always makes a mess of it."

"huh? humans are so fragile, they can't handle a little messiness. you wouldn't last a day in the wild! but i, the great power, lived like that for years! admit your inferiority!" much like denji, power had been desensitised to uncleanliness. unlike denji, she didn't grasp why people cared about living in clean environments.

"clean the bathroom, or i'm buying meowy the cheap cat food."

"absolutely not! meowy doesn't deserve that crap! she's done nothing wrong!"

power reluctantly places meowy on the floor, grabs a rag and a sponge, and goes to clean the bathroom. aki was thinking about how to try to instil in power a sense of hygiene while scrubbing a stain on the rug, no doubt left there by some orange juice either denji or power spilled during a fight. they might have had somewhat similar backgrounds, but their ways of thinking were entirely different. denji might have had silly dreams, ones that aki felt were too simple and weak to keep him interested in devil hunting, but at least he had goals he wanted to achieve. power on the other hand never had any dreams that she wanted to achieve, at least not that aki could recall her talking about.

"can i put this in the toilet?" power shouts across the apartment, with her hand stuck past the door of the bathroom holding a bottle of toilet cleaner.

"of course. that's it's purpose." aki is exasperated. he realises he'll have to teach power and denji what products to use if he ever wants his apartment to maintain even half of the cleanliness it had before the two not entirely welcome intruders came to live with him.

"what about this?" in power's hand is another miscellaneous bottle of cleaning product from the small collection aki keeps in the bathroom cupboard beside the sink.

aki looks up from the floor but doesn't pay much attention to what was written on the bottle, every cleaning product in the bathroom was intended to be used there.

"yes, that's fine." he sighs, and laments the days when he lived alone. perhaps spring cleaning would have been easier if he had just sent power and denji on some mission and he cleaned the apartment alone. at least it would be a less stress-inducing situation.

wait. aki didn't look at what power held up properly, but he could've sworn he just saw a big, bold letter 'B' on the bottle.

"power, hold that up again quickly."

"why? you said it was fine to use so i've already add-"

"show me what you used and i'll buy you a chocolate bar later."

power complies, and holds the bottle out past the bathroom door. aki moves closer to inspect the bottle. his fears were confirmed, it was bleach.

"everybody out! the ammonia in the toilet cleaner and this bleach could kill us!" panic sets in as he watches the toilet bowl, hoping that power didn't use enough to accidentlly kill them all. sure, her and denji might have been able to survive, but aki was unfortunately a human with only one life, and he wasn't about to waste that on being killed by a gas made unintentionally by mixing some toilet cleaning products.

"foolish human! this is why you shouldn't clean! all of those chemicals are clearly dangerous and-" power can't finish her sentence; aki has already shoved meowy into her arms, and is pushing power and denji out past the front door. he runs back into the apartment, sleeve covering his mouth and nose to open the balcony door and as many windows as he can to let the fumes out. he's running out of breath, but the last window he wants to open is jammed shut. "fuck.". he abandons the pointless struggle, and runs to rejoin denji and power outside his apartment door, which he slams shut behind him.

he leans his back against the cold door, and exhales deeply, slowly sinking down to sit on the floor. he reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter, only to realise that they had been left on the coffee table in the apartment which he now feared would be toxic for any human to enter. another wave of stress washes over him, and aki looks up to see denji and power arguing about who's fault it was. denji accuses power of attempting murder, but power looks at aki and claims denji was the one handing her the products despite him being sat on the couch near aki.

aki rests his head on his knees, and decides then and there that denji and power are never helping him with cleaning again.

[likegemstone]

I HAD AN IDEA

Context: Last week I had the worst depressive episode I've had in years, and I was feeling incredibly discouraged and unmotivated to work on HBM and/or do any art. I traced the source of my lack of motivation back to the fact that my ADHD needs a new shiny-challenge to interest it because "just write/edit HBM and do art" is not giving it the good brain juice. I talked to friends and also my therapist and realized that 1. setting clear goals and 2. making those goals shiny-new-gameified would help a lot.

AND I THINK I HAVE FOUND THE SOLUTION. It took lots of pondering and list-making (list making gives the good brain juice, for me) and also realizing that my new goal deadline is going to have to be before Tears of the Kingdom comes out because that's definitely going to take over my whole life for 1-2 months, but here's what I came up with:

I get a jar and fill it with scraps of paper. Each scrap has a Task on it--and a reward. We're going Real Life video game side quests here. When I have the time-energy-motivation to Do a Thing, I pull a scrap of paper. The goal might be like "edit Ep. 2 for one hour" or something and the reward might be like "go get some ice cream" or "watch an ep of X show". I still need to come up with a varied list of rewards so it will stay new-fresh-shiny until the things get done.

And if I'm really not feeling whatever the Task is, I can just replace it in the jar and pick a new one. If I go through all the scraps before the deadline/before the goals are complete, I just come up with new tasks and rewards. This continues until my ADHD gets bored of this too and I have to find a new way to entice it once again.

I'm also telling y'all because accountability and such. So--

The deadline: May 12

The goals:

Finish editing Episode 2

Finish writing Episode 6

Make a new cover for Episode 2

Considering how long episodes of HBM are, that's a lot to do in just a little over a month, so it's not a big deal if I don't hit all three. As long as I get one done and make some headway on the others, that's a-okay. I will keep y'all updated on how this goes.

[torschlusspanikattack]

so in contrast to the for the most part comforting ease of challengers, i saw the tv glow was a pretty viciously painful watch

bummer. definition of

I don’t remember exactly when, but a couple years ago I think I became kind of a weepy bitch when it comes to media—before didn’t really get crying to media but now / since it’s not that uncommon, even to something simple like a line describing an event in history

Recently thought I emotionally stabilised in some regards but watching ISTTG (at least in the exact moment as I write this), i don’t feel that stabilised—it’s not quite where the conclusions I reached aren’t still there as the clear and best outcome and still standing, as sometimes happens, but just a dull aching where I decided to make my commitments—ig the best analogy is like scar tissue pain but not a reopening up of the stitches, which recently I’ve been more convinced than ever of the necessity of

And this is all before the half way mark

Just a bit past the half way point and it’s hitting way less hard—the specificity and explicit notions are much less affecting than the earlier half and even the momentaries at the half way turn were more meaningful than the parts that I assume will come later

The reality consensus stuff wasn’t fun to watch, but not the same way—there wasn’t the same bite to it, it was just your usual unease during a portion of a film that evokes it, maybe a little stronger bc of lingering earlier sentiments

Already as the first half fades and I continue to the final third of the film, I feel the emotional impact of the first half dwindling away and it becomes a little odd I was ever so affected

I say that, but the rejection elements an hour and twenty minutes still has at least a portion of impact, but I think much like I described broadly the reality consensus portions, I think this is lingering influence, not really a repeat effect

Got to the the chalk and I get why people are the way they are about this film. It still has juice at the end (twenty minutes til i suppose).

The suburban sickness (ennui seems to give it too much credit, idk) at the end didn’t really do anything to me bc im already aware that the suburbs (and American suburbs at that) are a wasteland that needs to be eradicated. I will be dead before they could pin me down there for twenty years (but it won’t come to that, not like that’s the only way out of something like that, there’s so many ways out, though they’re not all pleasant).

I was tempted to watch (war) footage just to idk, balance out—no idea really the motivation driving the impulse that made it seem so easy obvious a follow up—but I didn’t have good internet connection (the two films were downloaded as I write this on notes app to post later).

Actually finished it and I think the chalk really is the real ending, the rest doesn’t really go anywhere meaningfully further.

Tbh, should have watched this one first and fujoshi tennis after, would have been way more stabilising. Allow me to put thoughts of death cultism behind me back where they were for the most part.

I will say, this was not really a good segue into the newly declined quality of life. Before almost wouldn’t have resonated, too easily drowned out, at bare minimum could just throw myself off the rocks into the sea below over and over until was free again, but now there’s something there, it’s not nothing, only way out is through I suppose. Won’t be twenty years.

There’s a plan, well actually, there’s two plans, one near and one farther with absolute certainty I’ll get there but nothing actually linking them together. And the plan, especially the farther one is really more of a roughly sketched outline on the back of a bedrock conviction that I’m going to fix everything and then everything behind me will be remade in my new image. It’ll all be funny anecdotes of the inevitable journey up or remolded to be totally aligned with the new truth.

reaffirmation was good but then it got excessive and it’s like, who you trying to convince— if I can figure it out, this’ll all be in the read more, editing doesn’t really seem fair to the stream of consciousness this has devolved (degenerated???) into

Watched challengers and i saw the tv glow and while you could say both of them smack of gender, have to say the fujo flick didn’t inflict the same grinding nausea / 4th of shit as the other film.

tbh didn’t get the character motivations for swaths of challengers but the competitive tennis backdrop was so personally familiar really smoothed other any concerns

One of my friends a while ago said challengers was the most degenerate cultural product they’ve ever seen (having not seen the film itself), which is crazy bc they’re usually a libertarian and not a cultural degeneracy type and i think if they watched it, it would barely be objectionable

actually, i think it would actually go over fine with my homophobic russian friends if you could get them to watch it, the only people to compete in fujo spirit with the people here are homosocial guys and the competing for the same fujoshi angle of the film renders it totally palatable to homosocial heterosexual men

[hyufucks]

𓆩♡𓆪 pillow princess ` w/taehyun !

c. warning(s) — softdom!taehyun, piv, unprotected sex, praise, creampie.

w. count — 3,6k

✦ minors do not interact.

🏷 tag list: @rencarnationofangel (thank u for the request, sweetheart <3)

[🧴] nique's note: i'm really not very good at writing pillow princess reader. this is the first time i've done this and i'm very sorry if you don't like it! at least i tried 🫶🏻.

taehyun has a issue with being "in charge" of the relationship.

he likes to be the one who takes care of you in every aspect of your life, and of course his behavior is also included in the bedroom.

usually taehyun is the soft dom type but if you ask him he can be a real motherfucker with you.

he loves to take care of your pleasure at all times, to be aware of fulfilling your desires and satisfying your needs, allowing him to take full responsibility for you to spend a good night with him.

one of the things he likes is to fuck you half naked. he loves that you wear makeup when they have sex, he loves that you wear light colored and very feminine dresses.

taehyun really doesn't need to have sex with you to cum, since your own pleasure is his pleasure too. he is the type of person who cums in his pants when he is fingering you or when he is giving you an oral.

but come on, seeing you totally at his mercy, receiving what he gives you, practically slamming you into the mattress is literally his most favorite thing in the world.

his poisonous hands caressing every part of your body, sucking the skin of your neck and hearing your low moans motivate him to keep going, pushing himself deep inside you.

"you looked so pretty with this makeup today, you know that? too bad i ruined it" he whispered against your lips before placing a chaste kiss on them.

he spread little wet kisses all over your previously marked face and neck, still caressing the sides of your body, squeezing from time to time.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him tenderly, moaning against his lips at the wonderful sensation of him hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

one of his hands went to your swollen center, making slow circular movements and then using one of his fingers, moving it up and down.

"do you like this, baby?" he smiled when he separated from you to see how your body rose. you nodded repeatedly, tears welling up in your eyes "my pretty princess, you are so good at taking what i give you"

his other hand took one of your legs and rested it on his shoulder, leaning down to press kisses on the inside of your thighs and at the same time pushing even further into a new and satisfying position, continuing to work with his other hand.

you were so close that it was impossible for you to stifle a whimper of emotion, trying to move to seek your own release.

taehyun realized that and automatically held you tight, preventing you from moving "no, princess. stay still, will you? let me take care of you"

you squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip when you literally felt the familiar pressure in your lower belly, driving you crazy not being able to move as you want.

you hugged him with your walls, sucking him painfully as your orgasm finally came after what seemed like hours of torture and denial after denial.

you heard him growl, clenching his jaw at how tight you finally became.

you sighed at the sudden warm sensation of his cum inside you, moving slowly to keep as much as he could inside you.

you opened your eyes and found yourself with the hottest sight you've ever seen: wet skin, heavy breathing and dark gaze that gave into the mess of juices that dripped down your thighs and stained the sheets.

he glanced at you quickly and smiled at you, leaning awkwardly to kiss you lovingly.

"did you enjoy it, princess?" he asked curiously, but knowing the answer. you smiled at him and hugged him as a way of answer, returning your hug immediately.

he tenderly kissed your forehead before leaving you, careful not to hurt you "let's take a shower and then go to sleep, ok?"

© hyufucks, 2022.

[stylessupremacy]

Prompt: Request that @vrittivsanghavisent to me privately. "Would it be possible for you to write something really fluffy? About Y/n having a bad week and Harry's on tour?" Okay so I hope this is up to your standards haha! I also added some smut in here as well! 👀

Word Count: 3k +

Warnings: Language, period talk, sickness, smut

If you liked this piece please reblog, recommend, like, and talk to me about this piece! This is what motivates and makes me want to write! :)

Authors Note: Please go easy on me, this is my first time ever writing smut! Would love to hear your thoughts on this! Thank you!

-

It was a chilly November day in New York City. Harry had just got done performing back-to-back nights at Madison Square Garden for his special 'Harryween' concert nights.

He and Y/n had a few days' breaks between his New York shows and his upcoming Milwaukee show. Harry thought it would be nice to spend his day off in New York City rather than traveling to Milwaukee and spending the day there. At least in New York, he had his apartment where he could sleep in his own bed and not some uncomfortable hotel bed or the travel bus bed.

Y/n was having a rough start to her week. She got her period a few days early, one of her luggage bags managed to get lost, and she's coming down with a cold.

Y/n did have to admit having her period come early was a bit of a relief because she missed a day when she didn't take her pill and that was the one day her and Harry had time to have sex.

-

Harry and Y/n just got back from having dinner with the band. They just got done with the show in Cleveland, Ohio and instead of leaving that night Harry and his team decided to have them stay there for the night and they would leave later the next day.

Y/n didn't think too much into not taking her pill since her and Harry had barely been having sex, but she thought wrong when her boyfriend was horny that night.

"Harry, we shouldn't do this," Y/n moaned as Harry left wet kisses on her hot skin.

Harry slowly started to pull her top up and over her head so he could have better access to her chest, "And why not? Where not leavin' till tomorrow afternoon."

Y/n didn't protest after that, all Harry heard were pleasurable moans coming from her mouth due to the pleasing sensation he was leaving behind.

Y/n nudged Harry and lifted his shirt over his head so she could leave some love marked on him as well, plus she wanted the fans to know who he belonged to.

Slowly all their articles of clothing were scattered across the hotel room. The couple managed to make their way over to the bed.

Harry swipes his fingers across Y/n's clit and felt her juices, "You're s'wet for me, pretty girl. Your cunt is just aching for my cock huh?"

"Ye- yeah I've missed it so bad," Y/n tried to get out clearly but struggled since Harry kept teasing her with his fingers.

He would slowly move them up and down her folds and suddenly plunge right into her without warning and tease her for a little bit. he would slowly take them out again and repeat the teasing process.

"Har- Harry, please stop teasing. I- I need you in me," Y/n stuttered out still not getting over the euphoric feeling just by her boyfriend's fingers.

Harry slowly stopped teasing her and instead left little kisses along her mound and thighs. Y/n's back kept arching, aching for Harry to be inside of her already, "Don't be s'greedy brat."

Harry had stopped kissing Y/n and she couldn't feel his hot breath on her anymore. Sure enough, she felt his erection rubbing against her folds collecting her arousal before thrusting in.

Y/n is tearfully moaning as Harry hits her spot almost every time. "Such a good girl f'me. Always patiently waiting for my cock even though I know you want it every day."

Y/n's moans get louder as the ball in her stomach starts to become unbearable. Harry notices that she's close and takes his finger and starts rubbing her clit to help her climax.

"Oh, oh right there Harry," Y/n moans with pleasure as the ball in her stomach explodes and she's coming down with heavy breathing and high-pitched moans.

Soon enough, Harry is picking up speed with his thrusts and before he knows it, he's coming with deep low moans and heavy breathing.

Once Harry cleans up both himself and Y/n, they're both spooning in the hotel bed together. Harry's gently rubbing Y/n's back as they both drift off to sleep.

Y/n is on the brink of sleep till she has a sudden thought, 'I never took my pill today,' she suddenly panics. She quickly jumped out of bed without waking up Harry.

She quickly guzzled some water, took the pill, and went to the bathroom. She did her business and prayed that her mistake of not taking the pill would come but her in the ass.

-

So that's why Y/n was actually happy about her period coming early. She just wasn't happy with the terrible cramps that were coming along with it.

Y/n usually never gets cramps, if she does they're only the first two days and not too terribly bad. But the cramps she's experiencing right now are by far the worst ones yet.

She's been taking medicine religiously to try and help calm down her cramps. The medicine was also an acting agent for the cold she's coming down with. With all the traveling and changes in weather, she's coming down with a cold.

Having her period come was one thing, especially with the cramps, but to have a cold as well. Not fun.

-

Y/n and Harry had just landed in New York and were being escorted to the car. Harry had the day off for traveling and him and Y/n were going to use it to the fullest and enjoy it.

The sleek, black Range Rover pulled up outside the building entrance where Harry owned an apartment in the heart of New York.

Both Harry and Y/n got out, grabbed their bags, and headed inside towards the awaiting apartment. When they got inside they both dropped their bags in the living room and headed straight for the bedroom, considering that it was almost three in the morning.

They would have gotten there sooner if the crew didn't somehow manage to "lose" one of Y/n's bags. It didn't contain anything too terribly sentimental or valuable, but still, it contained her favorite make-up products that Y/n loved to use.

The couple crawled into the bed, enjoying how their muscles instantly relaxed at the touch of the soft and luxurious bed. Both the adults sighed in contentment considering they had been either sleeping on a tour bus or in a hotel bed, this was much better no matter how much the hotel room cost.

-

Harry and Y/n did not have any intentions of getting up early, but when Y/n did wake up at eleven the next morning with a pounding headache she did get annoyed.

Y/n has been a really good traveler, especially since this is her second tour with her famous rockstar boyfriend. But not once has she gotten a headache from traveling since her first go around.

Nonetheless, Y/n got up and took some aspirin, and laid back down. Both her and Harry ended up sleeping till one in the afternoon.

When Y/n woke up her headache had just dulled but it was still there - much to her displeasure. But she sucked it up still thinking it was from traveling.

She knew Harry would want to go walk around to get his exercise in, plus they have no food in the apartment and Y/n was starting to get hungry.

Y/n got dressed into a pair of comfy black leggings, and a washed plain green shirt, and finished her look off with some black vans.

Harry wore some gray shorts and paired them with a maroon hoodie, a blue baseball hat, and his white Adidas shoes. Y/n couldn’t help the wetness that formed between her legs by how hot she thought Harry looked.

Harry and Y/n headed out and took to the streets. Harry wanted to go to his favorite juice press shop that he always goes to when he’s in New York.

“Y’okay baby?” Harry asked as him and Y/n waited at the crosswalk.

“Ye-yeah I’m fine, just have a dull headache,” Y/n said as she adjusted her purse that was on her shoulder.

“Is it from traveling? Y’could of told me and stayed back and rest, maybe tha’ would help?” Harry asked worriedly, making sure she didn’t feel forced to come with Harry.

“No, I’m okay Harry. Besides it’s good for me to get out and walk, I need the exercise anyway, ” Y/n joked as she grabbed his hand and crossed the street.

Harry accepted her answer - even though he didn’t believe her fully.

They both got their drinks and continued with their day. The more the day went on the worst Y/n started to feel.

She noticed that she had a fever, even if she was covered with one of her boyfriend's sweatshirts along with tons of blankets - she still felt cold while they watched tv.

Next, she noticed that the headache she had was slowly becoming a sinus infection. Her nose become runny and she still had that dull ache around her eyes and her head.

Last but not least was the soreness in the back of her throat. When she slowly developed all these symptoms she realized she was coming down with a cold.

Harry picked up on how Y/n was coming down with all these symptoms. So he made Y/n some tea and headed out. He went and got some dinner for the both of them, including some soup for Y/n and Harry ended up getting a salad with a wrap. He also stopped and got some medicine for Y/n as well.

-

Today’s Harry and Y/n’s day off before taking tomorrow and using it for traveling. Harry got up fairly early, considering he had the option to sleep in.

He didn’t want to sleep in though. He wanted to treat Y/n due to her not feeling well, but still pulling through for him and coming and supporting him at his shows.

Much to Harry’s relief, he's noticed a big difference in how Y/n is feeling since Harry provided the medicine for her. She definitely looked a lot better compared to when she looked before the medicine.

So Harry, as the early bird he is, got up and got ready for the day. He was going to go for his ritual walk and buy some things for her.

Before he left he gave Y/n a light peck to the check. He left a note just in case she woke up before he got back and he also texted her as well.

The first thing Harry was going to do was stop and get Y/n some new make-up since the airport crew managed to lose it. So he found the closest convenience store - since Y/n hated when Harry would buy such luxurious makeup because she felt like it was a waste when she could buy it cheaper and it would get the job done.

So Harry bought her a little bit of everything. From foundation to concealer to mascara, you name it he bought it. He didn’t spend too terribly much - nothing that put a dent in his bank account - or that Y/n would be mad at him, even though she knew he meant well by it.

While at the convenience store he bought her some more medicine, especially since tomorrow was a travel day. He just wanted to make sure she had enough. He also bought her some of her favorite candy. Yes, she didn’t feel good, but since it was her period and all he just wanted to treat his girl.

Harry stopped by a cafe to get himself a coffee and got her a tea for her throat. Once he had everything he could think of, he made his way back to their apartment.

-

Walking into the apartment, he was expecting to see her still in bed. But what he didn’t expect was to see her up and moving like she wasn’t even sick. She was in the kitchen cooking herself some breakfast while - from the looks of it - was letting her hair dry from the shower she took.

The opening of the door caught Y/n’s attention, looking up as she saw Harry. ‘Hi, baby. How was your walk?” He shut the door and made his way over setting down the bags and cup carrier, “It was good. Stopped and got y’some makeup since the stupid airport people lost yours.”

Y/n chuckled slightly, “Harry you didn’t have to. I hope you didn’t spend too much money,” she gave him a pointed look. Harry wrangled out the receipt from his pocket and handed it to her, “I actually didn’t for your information,” giving her a smug smirk.

“I’m impressed,” she joked while looking through the bags, curious as to what Harry got you. When she came across a certain bag that contained her favorite chocolate-covered peanuts, her eyes started to water. “These are my favorite,” voice wavering from the tears threatening to spill over. “I know, that's why I got them,” He wrapped his warm hands around her and hugged her, “There’s no need to cry, darling.” “No, I know, it just made me happy.” That was the thing about periods Harry hated the most, the mood swings because they could go either way - she could be happy one minute but angry or sad the next.

Harry continued to comfort her through her mood swing, “How are y’feeling darling?” “I’m feeling a lot better, thank you,” she said as she came out of the hiding spot she created and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Y’up to some cuddles and movies?”

Y/n gave Harry a cheeky grin, “Is that even a question?” Harry grabbed the tv remote and switched Netflix on. He pressed play on Y/n’s movie request and got comfortable cuddling Y/n again while the movie played.

-

Y/n and Harry ended up watching movies for six hours. Now that it was nearing dinner time, they both decided it was best to get some dinner. Harry ended up ordering some soup and sandwiches again figuring the soup would go down the easiest with Y/n considering her sore throat still.

Once the pair was done eating and pleasantly full - they were still cuddling on the couch together. Well, Y/n was sitting in Harry’s lap - which is usually normal - but to say the least, Y/n was horny. She’s been missing action due to her period and being sick, but now that she’s feeling better she wants some action from the sex god himself.

Y/n turned in Harry's lap so she was facing him. She slowly started leaving kisses on Harry’s neck trailing to the collar of his t-shirt. “Y/n wh-what are you doing?” Harry stuttered out due to the sensation he was feeling from his girlfriend - she wasn’t the only one who was missing action too due to her period and sickness.

“Just showing some love to my boyfriend,” Y/n said nonchalantly and kept kissing along his neck, knowing this was riling him up just as much as it was for her. Harry moaned, loving the sensation her kisses were leaving him.

Y/n stopped kissing Harry, moved to the floor, and made a b-line for his sweatpants. She quickly tugged down his sweatpants and briefs - making Harry’s erect cock spring out from the confinement.

Y/n slowly took his cock and gave it a few pumps - riling him up even further, “Y/n st- stop teasing.” So at her boyfriend's command, she quickly took him to her mouth.

She started by giving him a few slow licks at the tip - collecting his precum. Once she swallowed the salty but sweet substance she took him fully in her mouth. “Y/- Y/n feels s- so good,” Harry moaned while making his grip in her hair significantly tighter.

She kept pleasuring him till his breaths were uneven and the knot in his stomach needed to be released. “I’m go- going to cum,” Harry let out one last shaky breath and disposed of his release in Y/n’s mouth - which she gladly swallowed all. She even went back for seconds and cleaned his throbbing but still sensitive cock for him.

Now it was time for the roles to reverse. Harry couldn’t eat her out as he wished but he was still able to touch her to let her feel some pleasure as well. So Y/n hopped back onto the couch and sat next to Harry - who got on top of her in return.

He started by showing love to her neck and marking his territory. While he showed love to her neck he moved his one hand down and under her shirt to massage her boobs. He slowly managed to get her shirt and bra off completely while still kissing her.

He made his way down where he massaged one boob but kissed and bit the other, “Fe- feels so good H.” He would give her a little surprise and pinch her nipples just to rile her up as she did to him. He continued the assault on her boobs for a little bit then he slowly worked his way down her stomach until he reached her mound.

He gave some love to her mound with kisses, “Gonna switch darling.” He gently left one last kiss on her covered mound and ran his fingers over her folds. “So wet f’me darling. This all f’me?” Y/n moaned in response, “I’m one lucky guy,” Harry lightly chuckled.

He rubbed up and down her underwear-covered clit rubbing circles on one particular area that made Y/n moan louder and her breathing hitched. “H I- I’m close,” Y/n moaned and curled her toes into Harry's back. Harry just kept rubbing the one spot and used his other hand to rub her clit again. “You're doing s’good f’me darling. Almost there,” Harry spoke in the most comforting voice he could.

Finally, once the knot in Y/n stomach burst she came down from her high with uneven breaths and loud moans. Harry helped Y/n finish and kept rubbing till she finally came down from her high.

“Y’must be feeling better love,” Harry joked as you both got up from the couch to collect your articles of clothing and head to the bedroom to get cleaned up and ready for bed. “Haha your real funny H,” Y/n replied with a small smile at his joke.

Harry helped Y/n get cleaned up and Y/n helped him get cleaned up. They both got situated in bed ready to fall asleep in one another's arms ready for the adventures of tomorrow's traveling.

“Good night Harry. Thank you for everything. I love you,” Y/n said in her sleepy voice that was slightly muffled by Harry’s chest. “Of course love, anything for you. Good night and I love you too,” Harry said with sleep laced in his voice but still kissed Y/n on the head. Afterward, the two lovebirds were asleep with a day full of traveling ahead of them tomorrow.

[youcouldmakealife]

Status Update

I have an update! A solid update! With a date and everything!

(that date is June 21st and it will be when I am officially back! But Jared may appear…a little before that. Like a harbinger.)

I also have a veritable essay below the cut, and I am going to TL;DR right here and now: there are going to be fewer stories of the week going forward. For reasons. Further details (and reasons!) are said essay below.

I wasn’t just resting and…getting COVID…while I was away. I’ve used the time I’ve had for introspection (I know) and self-reflection (I KNOW) and watching the NHL playoffs (I am still me). Because what is almost completely malfunctioning if not a ‘maybe these are not optimal conditions for you’ wake up call.

So here’s what I introspected (actually a word! horrible word, really): I suck at deadlines, particularly for long-term projects. This likely isn’t news to you if you’ve been around here for awhile. It isn’t news to me either, nor would it be news to any teacher I had from elementary school on. Not really very introspection-y thus far. There are a few reasons my series are released part by part, but the number one reason by far is because otherwise I would likely never finish anything at all.

But: I really suck at deadlines, and despite knowing this about myself, I don’t make it any easier when it comes to publication by creating workarounds and keeping myself motivated by posting as I go like I do with series. Not that I really can in the same way -- hey everyone, who wants version 3.02 of page 36, I removed three commas, cut down a wordy sentence, and split one long paragraph into two shorter ones!.

But I do need to get better at breaking big scary projects into itty bitty pieces and setting deadlines for those and then actually abiding by those deadlines, rather than sitting paralysed with indecision (when I’m not industriously doing something else to productively procrastinate) and internally panicking and feeling overwhelmed and deciding that I, in fact, hate everything I have ever written and will ever write and — oh shit, I have a story of the week due tomorrow, better get on that instead. (So industrious with my productive procrastination.)

Which leads me to the next thing! I also have confused ‘what I am capable of doing’ with ‘what I am capable of doing indefinitely’ (they are not the same thing, sadly), and the general writing output I’ve been hitting (approximately 270-300,000 words annually, not including edits and rewrites and everything else) is — likely not a sustainable pace for my long-term health and longevity as a writer? And that’s not even my goal! My goal is 365,000 a year, and I never hit it, because that goal is ridiculous! And yet I keep on setting it!

It’s also an example of me getting in my own way. I have a bad habit of letting smaller, more time-sensitive pieces of writing (the stories of the week and month) get in the way of ongoing series and, much more often, in the way of behind the scenes work like editing and publication prep, because I constantly mistake how soon something is due for how high it should be on my priority list.

And there are…a lot of time-sensitive pieces of writing. Between the stories of the week on Patreon and Kickstarter, the stories of the month for Patreon, and the extras, we’re talking 15-18 stories a month, every month. That’s…a lot? That seems like a lot!

Maybe…too many?

This is not a ‘no more stories of the week’ announcement. First off — we made a deal! Second of all, I really enjoy writing them, and I think they’re actually one of the key things that keep me as productive as I am. Writing those prompts keeps the creative juices flowing when my active series aren’t cooperating, and the characters alive in my head even after I’ve finished their series. The outtakes mean that even when I’m not writing my Main Things, I’m writing something in the ‘verse. Also you may have noticed I am not very good at doing only one thing at a time. The variety’s part of what makes my job so fun.

But this is a ‘fewer stories of the week’ announcement. I’ll be writing about the specifics for each for patrons through Kickstarter (in the next email update) and Patreon (via an update there), but I’m cutting them down by about half. Bi-weekly stories. Stories of the bi-week. Odd week and even week stories?

The tumblr stories of the week are, at least for the time being, going to go on hiatus. This may be something I re-examine when I’m not juggling publication with ongoing output, but right now, that’s one of the things I’m going to be cutting down on. The story of the month on tumblr will continue though!

Kickstarter and Patreon stuff indented here!

The Kickstarter stories of the week are going to be bi-weekly, and the Weekly Update will remain half a lie, because it will no longer be weekly, but it will have an update included every time! A for real update! With the things I did…and stuff! 

The Patreon stories of the week are also going to be bi-weekly. I’ll be moving those to Sundays just so I don’t fuck up constantly re: remembering which week is a posting week.

I’ll be getting more into the stories of the week and month on with a post on Patreon, with the full awareness that people may feel like it’s me changing the deal (it is! I am changing the deal!), and wanting to amend or remove their pledges. This is fine! I understand, just like I hope you understand that this isn’t a decision I’m making lightly, and is, I think, better for the sustainability of my long term writing career and my writing in the YCMAL ‘verse specifically. I am doing a short term pain for long term gain thing here. It sucks and I hate it because I want to do all the things but I know it’s for the best.

So yes. That is where we stand when I return! Which I am doing soon! But not yet, because right now I’m still working on getting back up to speed in a way that’s healthy and not liable to send me right back into the land of burnout because frankly I don’t much like it there.  

Thank you all for being so patient with me as I’ve wrestled with this, you’re the best. <3

[mclwcc]

new article written by lando for the telegraph dropped! this time about golfing (embarrassing. embarrassing that i’ve even read it but way more embarrassing for him). AND this time it’s actually paywalled, not like the other times. so please please don’t pay money to the telegraph - i will literally 100% always be posting these articles in full with a day or two delay at most. anyways, article under the cut as always, enjoy the read

I cannot wait to get back in the car this weekend. Spa is one of my favourite circuits and it’s always a thrill to race there. I’m also feeling particularly refreshed right now – both mentally and physically – after a brilliant holiday out in Spain and Portugal during F1’s summer break. I spent the first week in Ibiza and Formentera with friends and family, travelling between the islands and generally chilling out. Then in the second I went on a bit of a road trip with my buddies Max Fewtrell and Tom Bale, who are old karting team-mates from back in the day.

I say road trip but the truth is it was a golf trip. We played every morning and then travelled on to our next destination later in the day, going from Alicante to Marbella, Sotogrande to the Algarve, and ending up in Porto. It was utterly glorious. 

Yes, my name is Lando Norris. And yes, I am a golf addict.

I thought I would use my column this week to write a little bit about my relationship with golf, as it seems to have become a thing. I'm always getting asked about it in interviews.

Believe me, no one is more surprised than I am that a game I had never really played until three years ago has become such a big part of my life but somehow it has. I probably have Carlos Sainz to thank for that. 

[picture of lando’s car at spa last year, i assume during quali but it’s just him spraying rain everywhere. fun times last year eh]

It was Carlos who introduced me to golf when we were team-mates at McLaren in 2019. We started at Topgolf in Surrey, near the team’s headquarters in Woking. Then he suggested I have a go out on the course. I was hooked from the word go.

It helped that Max and Tom took it up at the same time. We’re all pretty competitive so that helped to get the juices flowing. And slowly, over time, it’s just become part of my routine. I now play almost every day that I’m able to.

Am I obsessed? Yes, a little. I use an App called TheGrint, which keeps track of every shot. But don’t think it’s an unhealthy obsession (of course, you can become a golf bore but I try very hard not to be one, although I am attempting to get my girlfriend into it, so far unsuccessfully!) It’s my relaxation away from the paddock. A place where I can go to clear my head and forget about apexes and braking points.

For me, that is my primary motivation for doing it: clearing my head. I know there’s always talk of ‘cross-pollination’ when sportspeople take up other sports. There’s a long list of sportsmen and women who have taken up golf, from Gareth Bale to Steph Curry to Michael Jordan. And I guess there are potential benefits in terms of concentration, focus, and ability to deal with adversity. I probably get more frustrated out on the course than I do in the car.

But essentially I do it because I enjoy it. Which is ironic considering the pain it causes me. Right now I’m pretty frustrated with my game. I’m probably not doing enough lessons and I’m not seeing the progress I want to see. The driver is a particular issue (ironically). I don’t think I took it out of the bag for the last three days of the road trip. I do that classic thing of trying to hit it 100 times harder than the rest of my clubs, with predictable results! But I also have a few gremlins going on in my short game.

I actually need to get it a bit under control as I’m playing in the Pro-Am at Wentworth in a couple of weeks – in between the Dutch and Italian races – which is pretty nerve racking. I’ll probably be more nervous doing that than driving in an F1 race. I’ve played in a Pro-Am before, at the Dubai Desert Classic, when I was paired with Bernd Wiesberger. But there will be so many more people at Wentworth, and obviously on home soil a lot of them will know me. I don’t want to embarrass myself, especially as everyone knows how much I love golf!

[lando in dubai on the golf course with like some guy named bernd but not the safety car guy. i’m guessing a golfer? i assume the ppl who r actually into golf r also subscribed to the telegraph and can go there to check, venn diagram just a circle and all that]

I’m not yet sure who I’ll be paired with but there’s plenty of potential for embarrassment. But I’m looking forward to it. It will be an experience, with the crowds lining the fairways and galleries around the greens. 

Maybe I’ll get a few tips off Carlos. I reckon he’s probably the best golfer among us F1 drivers. Him or Lance Stroll. I think they must be off six or seven whereas I’m currently off 14.5, having been down at 12 or 13. Alex Albon is another I’ve played with in Monaco. It’s definitely a growing thing in F1, although I haven’t been able to tempt George Russell yet. 

Going into this weekend I’m comfortable with my fitness, and with how hard I’ve been working this year. For me, it felt important to relax and clear my head over the summer break. Golf helps me to do that. I’ll arrive in Spa fit, ready and re-energised, if a little sunburnt after my golfing road trip in 39C heat.

[funkymbtifiction]

hi! i had a few questions based on an ask you had today -

1. how to tell the difference between sx and soc motivations when it comes to “using” sp as a tool to fulfill your primary motivation? like how you said a focus on fitness could be for yourself (sp), to be appealing to others (soc), or to beat your sexual competition (sx). how can you tell the difference between someone using sp related things to be attractive/liked vs to beat out sexual competition? both are trying to be healthy and fit bc they want to be attractive (more so than for their own health), both may want to specifically attract a sexual partner. so how can you know? is soc more easily satisfied just by looking GOOD in a room of hot people whereas sx wants to look THE BEST and/or stand out more to attract some and also repulse others in a room full of hot people? will sx be more jealous of someone who’s more attractive than them and have a harder time being friends with someone just as hot as them whereas soc won’t and will just be happy as long as they look good too?

2. what if someone who does use sx already has a partner and isn’t looking to attract anyone else. how will caring about the sexual competition/noticing chemistry between them and others/using sp as a tool to serve sx manifest for them? for instance i know bella swan in twilight is typed as an sx/sp but i don’t see her caring much about the sexual competition or noticing chemistry with other ppl once she has edward - she’s just all wrapped up in him.

3. how does an sp blind try to be attractive to others? will there be less of a focus on looks and body type than sx+sp or so+sp?

4. someone who just wants to be really hot and have people desire them, lust after them, even adore them BUT doesn’t have much interest in actually consummating relationships, being desired and lusted after is enough and in their actual relationships they care more about platonic intimacy and closeness than sex - is that more the realm of sx or soc (assuming the person also uses sp so it wouldn’t be both)

5. becoming intense and obsessive about your own personal projects (fashion, writing, art or some kind of transformative personal goal for instance) and feeling inspired, almost high while in the process of creating but then suffering and feeling lost, listless and uninspired once you have finished and are no longer in that process with nothing immediately lined up - in the realm of sp or sx? it feels sp in the sense you’re shutting out the world to focus on This One Thing but sx in the sense you’re wrapped up in creation and transformation and suffering without it.

thank u!

1. how to tell the difference between sx and soc motivations when it comes to “using” sp as a tool to fulfill your primary motivation? like how you said a focus on fitness could be for yourself (sp), to be appealing to others (soc), or to beat your sexual competition (sx). how can you tell the difference between someone using sp related things to be attractive/liked vs to beat out sexual competition?

Sx motivation -- to hook people to get the juice I need. Without being able to plug into someone feels like being dead inside. I need a "hit" off another person, to know how I am affecting them and being affected, to get "soul-naked" with them. If my sexual display (whether that is to look like Barbie or go the other route and not shave my armpits) repulses the boring people with whom I have no chemistry or intense allure, good.

Soc motivation -- I want to be seen as attractive to a lot of people, to be desired, and I will attempt to fit into whatever is perceived as sexy.

Sp motivation -- sex is a biological need and it feels good, and I want lots of it, so I will work out or be attractive so as to attract sex.

is soc more easily satisfied just by looking GOOD in a room of hot people whereas sx wants to look THE BEST and/or stand out more to attract some and also repulse others in a room full of hot people?

The entire mindset of sx is "how can I stand out in a way that will draw the kinds of people to me that I want or find exciting? How can I make myself sexually exciting and raw so as to get what I want?"

Look at Amanda Palmer. There's photos of her online when she was dressed more conservatively for some function -- she did her hair like other people, she had her eyebrows grown out, she wore conventional makeup. That's social presentation built to suit a particular event. But most of the time, as an sx/so, she's way more comfortable showing up to an event in a ratty ripped bra, without her pits shaved, or getting naked in front of a crowd, in shaving off her eyebrows and not wearing makeup, or in wearing a sheer dress to the Oscars. It's not because she forgot to do her makeup, or forgot to wear a top, or forgot her underwear. She's doing sx. This is me, I am provocative, and this is going to appeal to certain kinds of people whose attention I want, and it's going to repulse others, and that's exciting! The entire point is that some people go "wow, that's really brave and sexy!" and others go "eww, that's disgusting to me!" Sx is very good at alluring and alienating. People are never lukewarm about an sx. Now compare her to Marilyn Monroe, another sx/so, and there's a huge difference. Marilyn's sx strategy was sex kitten. Hot blonde bombshell. No two sx's create the same display, that would defeat the purpose of being sx. But both of them attract/repulse people -- there are still people who love/hate Marilyn Monroe.

will sx be more jealous of someone who’s more attractive than them and have a harder time being friends with someone just as hot as them whereas soc won’t and will just be happy as long as they look good too?

Sx is doing its own sexual strategy and it doesn't involve what others are doing. But they can get very pissy if the object of their desire is not appearing to be ALL ABOUT them.

2. what if someone who does use sx already has a partner and isn’t looking to attract anyone else. how will caring about the sexual competition/noticing chemistry between them and others/using sp as a tool to serve sx manifest for them?

A 2 I know with sx says she's constantly obsessing over how close she is to her significant other. Like, she has to make sure that hook, that fascination, that high level of intensity, never drops. A lot of sx's when bored will cause trouble within a relationship, so that the hot sparks come back and there's something to react against. I only have known one sx/sp, and she pretty much just wanted to find her soul mate and then go live deep in the woods alone with them, so she would never have to deal with or think about anybody else.

for instance i know bella swan in twilight is typed as an sx/sp but i don’t see her caring much about the sexual competition or noticing chemistry with other ppl once she has edward - she’s just all wrapped up in him.

That's how it works. Sx/sp is "I have my person, everyone else can eff off." It's the same with Spike in the Buffy series -- first he's all about Drucilla and fanatical about caring for her needs and being close to her, and then all he cares and thinks about is Buffy.

3. how does an sp blind try to be attractive to others? will there be less of a focus on looks and body type than sx+sp or so+sp?

Like I said, various strategies. Amanda and Marilyn were both sp-blind. SP blind leads to being naive on some level about good people, bad people, and their intentions. It also has a lack of boundaries. And no, their body is their asset. They just won't think about self-care, or whether this might be dangerous, or "boring shit" like paying bills.

4. someone who just wants to be really hot and have people desire them, lust after them, even adore them BUT doesn’t have much interest in actually consummating relationships, being desired and lusted after is enough and in their actual relationships they care more about platonic intimacy and closeness than sex - is that more the realm of sx or soc (assuming the person also uses sp so it wouldn’t be both)

That sounds like so/sp or sp/so. Look how hot I am, but you can't have it. You can look but not touch, cuz I ain't interested in having my boundaries be penetrated (penetration is everything that sx wants -- come into me, tear down my boundaries, make me vulnerable, give me all of yourself!).

5. becoming intense and obsessive about your own personal projects (fashion, writing, art or some kind of transformative personal goal for instance) and feeling inspired, almost high while in the process of creating but then suffering and feeling lost, listless and uninspired once you have finished and are no longer in that process with nothing immediately lined up - in the realm of sp or sx? it feels sp in the sense you’re shutting out the world to focus on This One Thing but sx in the sense you’re wrapped up in creation and transformation and suffering without it. thank u!

I honestly don't think it's either one, since I am sx-blind and that's how I feel without a creative project. Creative people who are artists NEED to be creative, or they feel hollow and depressed. I am single-minded, get totally wrapped up in writing one book at a time, and then when it's done, until I find a new book to work on, I am easily despondent, frustrated, grouchy, and inclined to lash out at people.

Sx isn't my strong suit in talking about it, so I recommend listening to BHE's podcasts about the sexual instinct or getting John Lucovich's book. He explains it better than I ever could, as an sx-dom himself.