#stuffireadandenjoy

[ohbo-ohno]

dont have to answer but i'm fighting sleep right now to get a few more scenes done on fics

i'd love to hear more about this arch nemesis of yours the blue curtains?

oh LMAO i was talking about this old tumblr post that goes around and resparks discourse every once in a while!

it drives me craaaaazy bc i love love love to overanalyze things and pick apart every single line. also my mother is an english teacher so i grew up surrounded by literary analysis and things of the sort lol, i was learning about color symbolism from her in like early elementary school

also as a writer it's like. if the curtains are called out as specifically blue, that's for a reason. if they were just telling you the curtains are there, they'd say "the curtains were drawn" or smth. the fact that the color blue is specifically noted is intentional, and the author wouldn't have included it if there wasn't a purpose - especially when you're reading smth that's being analyzed in an english class, so it's usually some higher level stuff!! the curtains are never just blue!!!

anyways, people usually quote this post as a sort of "ugh you're looking into it too much" thing and i just think thats Boring

[sentientcave]

WIP Game - Impound

19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.

@stuffireadandenjoy From THIS post

This was what inspired the whole thing lmao

[dragonnarrative-writes]

I have not stopped grinning! These tags are life!

Darling, your place or mine?

Your place, then my place, and everywhere in between babe. We should have a big wedding and also elope to every country.

First Call of the Jurassic, and now this GEM??? My brain is being entirely rewired. New connections are being made, new synapses are firing. When did I stop imagining crossovers? I don't know, but I am falling back in love as I type this.

...oh no, The Mummy.

[gemmahale]

And id lick the plate of whatever idea/fic you showed us

Tats, this sorta jump scared me because I completely spaced on what I had posted to prompt this response.

It's this post, for anyone curious.

Also, same. I will devour just about anything you share because it's so so good.

[tinypandacakes]

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

i wish it was some cute aesthetic set up but the reality is i write best sitting cross legged in bed with my laptop, kids asleep. dark room with a strawberry dreams monster zero or iced coffee.

silence or maybe legend of zelda/nintendo/animal crossing lofi or some reality TV or gameshow idc about on quietly in the background if my tinnitus is bothering me. also hunched over my laptop like this

(my posture is terrible)

i write a lot on my phone too in random places out of necessity or if a random idea for a line or something strikes me

[mortuarywriting]

🎨 What inspires your fanfiction?

🏷️ Do you have specific tags/themes you like to write about?

⛔️ How do you handle writer's block or any kind of creative block when they come up?

Hello!! These are fun ones!!

🎨 What inspires your fanfiction?

So that can be so many things. Songs, pictures, the odd throwaway lines in discussion, other peoples fanworks- there's so much inspiration available out there!! Whether or not these projects make it to being posted or just sit in my dragon hoard of a google drive is a different thing ">>

🏷️ Do you have specific tags/themes you like to write about?

I. Love. Fantasy. Like it doesn't even have to be a huge swing of fantasy because I love Chronicles of Darkness and their level of Urban Horror is in its own way a type of fantasy!

⛔️ How do you handle writer's block or any kind of creative block when they come up?

I've already answered this but my other alternative? Just kinda going back and rereading what I've written. Remembering how I used to write and going "damn, I did this??? Shit" Also helps to go to my writing friends and my partners who've read my works and go "hey, if you could have me work on any of my projects which would you want" and go revisit that. Where was that one going, find the spark of love back for it, and see if I can't get something rolling. Generally resting and changing gears works better but eh

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Tags by @stuffireadandenjoy

I am frothing at the mouth. Please, this sounds so good and so fun.

men in black still holds up so well imo the jaded old man getting partnered with an insubordinate rookie (and it works bc they’re both fucking insane). the lore. the creepy cockroach alien wearing a human as a suit & planning world domination. the kitty and his lil necklace. the wazzzzzzzzup aliens & talking pug. the special effects and pre digital haze. the quote where k says “fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the earth was the center of the universe. five hundred years ago, everybody knew the earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. imagine what you'll know tomorrow”

[snootlestheangel]

We should do more gift giving

Like in general as a society

Especially with how fucking expensive things are these days, it's such a statement of how much you value/care about the other person.

Like today, my coworker got me a Dr. Pepper from the vending machine cause she knows our manager recently screwed me over, and she wanted to show she appreciates me. It was such a simple gesture but it meant so much to me.

But also I think everyone should always have a list of things they'd love to be gifted but would probably never be. Things they may be embarrassed to ask for (things they're told they shouldn't like for a variety of reasons), things that seem to serve no purpose, seemingly silly things that serve no purpose other than making the recipient giggle every time they see it.

Anyways, I'm in kind of a weird mood and I'm curious what everyone's weird gift wish list would be. No pressure tagging some folks

@stuffireadandenjoy @eiraeths @deeptrashwitch @bringinsexybackk69

[ohbo-ohno]

ao3 wrapped

6. Favorite title you used

i haaate titles, mine are all just song lyrics from different songs i like but i always feel like they don't quite Fit right, yk?

that being said, my fave so far is probably i'll eat you whole! it was called "cold as ice" until literally an hour before i posted it, and i changed it bc i felt like it was a little corny for a polar bear fic :') but the lyric i used is from "Breezeblocks" by alt-J, and that entire song fits the vibe of that fic super well (in my humble opinion lol)

thanks for the ask!

[sentientcave]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

Hiiiii Tats Thank you for asking ! And Also @pricegouge who also asked but you were first so I will answer this one. (And thanks also to @dragonnarrative-writes and @syoddeye who asked me in the time it took for me to start and finish this ask)

Retirement Party - PricexOC (2nd pov)

Heavy Weighs the Crown - Poly141xOC (2nd pov) Fantasy AU

And They Were Roommates - Fem!SoapxReader

You Drive Me Wild - NikolaixOC (Hot older woman, young soldier Nik)

Two Graves - No pairings just sad white boy hours

[dragonnarrative-writes]

I want you to know that literally only made him their linguist bc he has to make to joke about being good with his tongue.

It’s just such a Soap joke lol

WHEEZE

[pfhwrittes]

title: (hunka hunka) burnin’ love

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x female reader

word count: 1.6k

tags/triggers: smut, oral sex (johnny receiving), semi-public sex, johnny’s POV, blink and you’ll miss it reference to past kyle “gaz” garrick x reader, humour, parental interference, pet names (“bonnie”, “hen”).

a/n: i’ve finally finished a fic. everyone send tats (@stuffireadandenjoy) some love for inspiring this one.

also regarding the parental interference tag, johnny’s dad walks in after the reader and johnny have finished. if that makes you cringe, feel free to skip from “christ, the fabric of his boxers chafes something fierce.” and pick back up at “back at the table johnny fidgets uncomfortably…”

as always my work is barely edited (i loathe re-reading my own words) so typos and grammatical goofs are likely. with that said, enjoy!

johnny’s breath hitches as you lick a (gratifyingly) long wet stripe up the underside of his cock. your tongue curling sweetly around the head as your fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, not taking your eyes off him for a second. 

christ, he’s a lucky man. a very lucky man. 

you’re always game for his particular brand of hijinks. when he’d dragged you unsubtly to the bathroom of the nice restaurant after watching you chew on the straw of your drink (for aeons!) with those plump lips of yours, he was sure you’d slap his hands away. chide him. remind him he was no better than a panting mutt. tell him to keep his hands to himself until after dinner at least. 

but you didn’t. 

and now here he was. and here you were. on your knees as his belt buckle clinks noisily in the locked toilet cubicle while the rest of the table (sorry maw) waited for the second course. 

“christ, bonnie.” johnny hisses through his teeth desperately as you lap leisurely at the droplet of precum beading at the slit. (and no, cupcakKe’s deepthroat does not start playing in the back of his mind. shut up.) 

you blink up at johnny in a catlike fashion. he preemptively bites down on his knuckles so he can’t make a stupid joke about the cat gettin’ the cream, eh hen? and be left, quite literally, cock in hand as you return to the table in a huff. (it’s one of the things he loves about you. you’re mercurial as sin and god knows he loves the chase.)

his heart stutters and it takes all his will power not to place his hand on the back of your head and thrust deep into the wet heat of your mouth as you slowly suck on the head of his cock. fuck, it’s not the first time you’ve dropped to your knees and sucked the soul out of him but it leaves him breathless each and every time. 

(has he mentioned he’s a very lucky man?)

“mphfuuuuckin’ hell!” he manages to swear around his fingers before remembering to pull them out of his mouth.

he doesn’t know what it is but this time something feels different. your clever tongue traces nonsensical patterns as you bob your head. it’s wet and messy, the soft skin under your lips prickling, almost as if his dick is more sensitive than usual. 

wait. 

prickling? 

“wait, bonnie - ohjesuswept - i think -” johnny swallows the low moan trying to crawl out of his chest as your head bobs lower, taking more of his cock in your mouth as you hollow your cheeks and suck. it’s a dirty trick, one that’s made him pull the trigger prematurely before. god he loves you for it, you filthy wee minx. 

(if he didn’t have a little box in his jacket pocket waiting for him back at the table he swears hand tae god that he’d propose right here right now in this tiny cubicle with the toilet paper dispenser as his witness.)

you pull off with a slick pop and wipe at your messy mouth, smearing the gloss on your lips as you do. 

“what?” you arch a brow as you fist his cock with the same hand. you know him well enough that unless he calls his safeword (children’s feet, if you’re curious) he always wants you to continue somehow. he loves riding that edge of ohgodyes and ohgodtoomuchtoomuch. 

johnny hisses as you do that clever little twist of the wrist and his dick throbs. no, not throbs, burns. (oh great, now he sounds like one of those wankers from that fucking show you like, the one with the period dresses and shagging. not that he watched it and heckled lord whatshisface’s technique as you battered him with a throw cushion.)

“seriously johnny, what?” you squeeze the base of his cock a little meanly (in his opinion) and pout. “do you want me to stop or -” 

“no, no, no. keep goin’ bonnie, please.” johnny cuts you off to beg. fuck it, he’s had worse in the field (and god knows he’s twisted enough that the whole burnin’ boaby situation is actually getting his motor running more).

you squint up at him suspiciously before shuffling on your knees slightly, getting as comfortable as you possibly can on the uneven tiled surface.

“fine, but be quick. i’m positive your mum knows what we’re up to in here.” 

johnny is pretty sure he looks like a stupid bobble head with how fervently he’s nodding but he couldn’t give a single solitary shit as you lean forward and swallow him down. (he’s not ashamed that he has to squeeze his eyes closed to stop himself from going off like a rocket. you’d given him permission to be quick but he’s still got to have a measure of pride.)

the filthy wet sounds of you gagging on his cock makes johnny’s toes curl in his shoes and he swears his hands move on their own to cup the back of your head to hold you in place. (just for a moment, he’s no’ a monster. it just feels so good.)

he feels you swallow and hears you whine through your nose. chancing a glance down, johnny groans loudly as he meets your teary eyes before he guides you off his cock so that you can suck in a grateful breath of air or two. (okay so maybe the moment was slightly longer than a moment but he challenges any man to resist.) 

you cough and splutter before you squirm in his grip. johnny loosens his hold on your head and moves one of his hands to pump his cock furiously, the ruddy tip resting on your plump (seriously, he swears it’s plumper than usual) bottom lip. 

fuck, his dick is so sensitive, burning hot under his hand – even with the rapidly cooling saliva, precum, and gloss still slicking the length of it. johnny fists his cock and shudders out a long moan as you open your mouth and stretch your tongue out to lick at him. (another dirty trick, and not one he’s shown you. he’d send flowers to the person or persons who’d taught you to flick your tongue along his frenulum if it wouldn’t be weird. ah well, maybe he’ll buy gaz a pint the next time he sees him.)

johnny knows he’s babbling utter bollocks through gritted teeth and gasping like a fish out of water as sweat beads along his hairline. he’s so fucking close to coming his brains out in this little cubicle as he gazes down at you.

you’re a fucking vision on your knees. it’s not the way you fidget slightly, pressing your thighs together hoping for friction, or even the way your mouth looks swollen and spit-and-precum-slicked that causes johnny to come with a harsh grunt onto your waiting tongue. (he’ll never admit it out loud but it’s your eyes. it’s the mischievous twinkle in your dilated pupils that tells him that you’re loving this as much as he is. his partner in crime.)

“fuckin’ hell hen, yer gonny kill me.” johnny pants as his knees wobble like a newborn foal, phosphenes blurring the self-satisfied smirk on your shiny lips when he’s finally able to focus on you. 

you lick your lips and johnny grunts as his cock gives a feeble twitch even as it softens in his grasp. hells bloody bells, his dick is still throbbing and he muffles a whimper when you lean forward to blow cool air on it. 

“jesus christ!” 

“sensitive?” you ask as you get to your feet, moving to tuck johnny back into his trousers. 

christ, the fabric of his boxers chafes something fierce. johnny’s so distracted by adjusting the front of his underwear that he almost misses the loud bangs on the cubicle door. 

“john! fer god’s sake get back oot here! yer maw’s got intae the red wine!”

johnny shoots you a panicked look and reaches over to clap his sticky palm over your mouth seconds before you burst into inappropriate laughter. your eyes light up and johnny schools his face into the one his maw used to give him when he’d tromp through the house in his mucky boots (and god isn’t that a horrible thought? he always thought when he’d get older he’d become like his auld da), a slow stern shake as you waggle your eyebrows. 

“aye, aye ‘m comin’, keep yer hair oan!” johnny calls through the door. 

“now, john!” 

you wriggle your tongue in between johnny’s fingers (gross!) and flip the lock on the cubicle door, pushing it open to saunter past his auld da with a cheerful “he’ll just be a minute!” leaving johnny to face his da with his belt still hanging loose around his hips. 

“yer flying a wee bit low there son.” johnny’s da clears his throat uncomfortably and unsubtly waves his hand towards johnny’s groin. 

“aye, cheers.” johnny mutters as his ears turn red, fumbling to zip up his flies and buckle his belt.

–

back at the table johnny fidgets uncomfortably, discreetly adjusting himself under the cloth napkin on his lap. seriously, what the fuck is going on with his dick? it feels exactly like the time he pinched his sister’s original source shower gel. or like how his lips felt after he stolen your lip gl–

johnny turns his head and squints at your lips. they’re shiny again with a fresh application of gloss. oh you wee terror. so that was the reason you didn’t argue about joining him in the toilets this time. 

johnny leans over to nuzzle at your cheek, taking a moment to murmur in your ear. 

“i ken about the gloss.” 

you pull back, those gorgeous lips of yours twitching to stop from grinning at his predicament before leaning back so that you can murmur your reply, your breath tickling the shell of his ear.

“good. oh and johnny?” 

“mm?” 

“i found the ring.” 

johnny grins so wide that his cheeks hurt. 

aye, he’s a very lucky man.

[gemmahale]

What would be your ideal vacation? No time or money limits. Everything would be taken care of and no worries.

I'd *really* like to go on a trip to a national park that has cabins/housing/glamping options and just unplug for a few days. Go hiking, knit, relax, just exist.

I did something like that with a few friends in grad school when we were working on our dissertations, and it was some of the best memories of grad school for me. I want to do that again with a group of friends.

Something low pressure, no timeframes, just relaxing.

[deeptrashwitch]

Picrew time!

I found this picrew along with a small tag game! Let's make our blogs as a person! So, ta-da, this is mine:

Tagging (no pressure): @snootlestheangel @islandtarochips @stuffireadandenjoy @imagoddamnonionmason @alypink

@justasmolbard @midnight193 @mutantthedark @buckaroovice @raresvtm

@catterdraws @efingart @dirtfullofwork

[cod-dump]

@stuffireadandenjoy Now you got me thinking back to my cat shifter au

———

141 agreeing to work with Shadow Company, knowing their shifters would make a damn good team. Moose doesn’t shift at all during the mission and everyone assumes he isn’t a shifter. But then something happens, they’re surrounded by the enemy. Panic takes over and Moose shifts, a massive kodiak grizzly. And he goes feral.

In the midst of the chaos, Ghost also shifts. Now a prehistoric beast and a massive bear are tearing up the enemy and allowing everyone else to get out and to safety. Graves comes not long after Ghost shifts with a pack of wolves and helps clean up the mess. Moose is still shifted and is feral. He won’t calm down, he can’t think straight.

Then Graves starts talking to him, soft and sweet. And Moose collapses, Graves now pinned by a shaking bear and the only thing he can do is hug him and tell him everything is alright and the fight is over.

[snootlestheangel]

A couple little things for the cryptid hunter au with cryptid!ghost @@stuffireadandenjoy

Soap: *a researcher who basically grew up in a forest and spends every free moment in the woods*

Ghost: *the literal cryptid that is tied to the woods*

Gaz, struggling to keep up with them: Fucking slow down! Some of us are fucking normal!!

Gaz is the one to notice Ghost isn't quite human. Everyone else thinks Ghost is just autistic but Gaz is like "nah he's something pretending to be human and doing a rather awful job at it"

Ghost's full cryptid form has more animalistic personality traits. He still remembers everything in both forms. Because of this, his cryptid form recognizes Soap as Johnny! but forgets it's a massive scary ass creature that isn't supposed to be showing itself to people. So now Soap has to convince everyone that he's not crazy, that the forest guardian is actually very friendly and loves Doritos.

Which this also means Soap is feeding the weird cryptid all sorts of snacks as a part of "research".

Now picture big scary skull face black leathery skinned deer spitting out a sour gummy worm Soap fed him and hissing because BAD

John "I'm nae leaving yeh behind" MacTavish and Simon "Go, I will follow" Riley