#now with beta reader's edit

[hoshizor4a]

18+ MDNI | afab! reader | masterlist

virgin! gojo pt.2 | pt.1 here

virgin! gojo who will probably snap and give in over some stupid but oddly intimate thing, probably just you in one of his shirts, sleeping peacefully on his couch waiting for him to come back from a mission after not seeing each other for a couple of days, just the usual really, but for some reason this time was a bit different

while it's true that he had been a bit needier these last few days, especially after what had happened last time right before he had left for his mission, and what with the insistent thoughts of you (and the messages and pictures shared between you while he was on a mission away from you)

to be honest, part of him did also kind of feel like he was leading you on, promising you things he couldn't actually deliver

so it really didn't take much for him to finally convince himself that it was time (definitely did it for you and NOT bcs he's a horny idiot)

after gently waking you up on that exact same couch he had managed to cage you against it and himself, one leg over you while the other still supported him from the ground

he not so gently had shoved his over excited tongue between your sweet lips battling with your somewhat slower own, and while you couldn't be happier to be treated like this by him right after waking up it had seemed a bit unlike him so ofc you managed to tease the truth out of him

while he tried to play it off cool while it wasn't all that big of a deal but also subtly trying to apologize and make up for all the lies, you honestly couldn't care less, bcs what's better than an overly cocky gojo who thinks he's all that?

a gojo basically caught red handed, a gojo who is lightly blushing, a few drops of sweat coating his skin, those bright blue eyes of his that are looking anywhere but you, a gojo that is actually a virgin and so ready and willing to be destroyed by you

bcs let's be honest that's exactly what was going to happen no matter what

so when you ended up on his lap, his tongue once again in your mouth and his dick between your hands, it was game over for him

teasing him over that leaky tip of his that you had wanted to see, to touch, to taste – for months now, gojo a heaving twitching mess below you

sure you would make this – his first time, as enjoyable and memorable as you could, but that didn't mean you couldn't torture him a bit first

let's just say that edging him a few times was his punishment for all those months of lying to you (which you would have to reassure him once again that you actually didn't mind)

even after all that, the stamina monster that is (horny) gojo would still want to do things properly for you, too, so after switching your positions once again he would put that mouth to proper use instead of babbling abt random things like he had done in an attempt to keep his composure while you had jerked him off for what felt like forever in his opinion lol

while he would listen to your instructions on how to properly eat you out or finger you, he would eventually get fed up and just do it himself and ofc bcs this is gojo ofc he would be so unbelievably good at eating pussy

so messy and unforgiving (pay back to your pay back this bitch refuses to be the looser) he would try all kinds of things and find all the spots that did it for you basically instantly

with long fingers that reached to places you could never and a tongue that never stopped moving, either against you or to spill absolute filth abt how good you tasted, how he could and wanted to do this everyday from now on (that's a promise) how he couldn't wait to feel himself wrapped around you

and once he did, well not to anyone's surprise at all, he came right away

the feeling of your tight wet walls that had barely even wrapped around the tip of his cock had been all that was needed to make him tip over that edge you had brought him close to and then robbed him of so many times

and not even a few seconds, not even rly waiting to catch his breath, he would start thrusting against you again and again, rubbing his lithe fingers over your clit making as much a mess of you as he was

his whole body shaking, pleasured shivers running all over him, he couldn't understand why anybody wouldn't want to spend the rest of their lives like this

wrapped around you like this, he felt a different type of peace he couldn't find anywhere else, or with anyone else

so he really couldn't be happier to do this with you, and now virgin! gojo would be a thing of the past long forgotten considering all the sex he would have with you after this lol (or well at least until he gave you a reason to bring it up again oops)

[kris-mage-fics]

Wintersun

A short Shepherds of Haven fic that takes place on Wintersun. Some vague spoilers for Chapter 4 and Blade's 5th day off in the Alpha build. Also there's a reference to this bit of a fic I haven't finished, but it's not necessary to understand what's going on.

| Ao3 | rated G | 628 words | Blade/Kyrahlise | under the cut for very light spoilers mentioned above |

"Happy Wintersun," Kyrahlise said as she handed Blade a slim package not much larger than her hand. Neither of them acknowledged the momentary brush of their fingertips.

The gift was neatly wrapped in paper she'd painted with winter berries and small swirls of gold. All tied off with a thin green ribbon salvaged from one of her old dresses. The design was overly flashy for his taste, but she had been too focused on making it pretty and was short on time to repaint something more austere.

Blade raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "You didn't need to," he said, yet she could've sworn his face softened as his eyes traced the designs on the paper.

Kyrah smiled having anticipated he'd say something along those lines. "I'm aware. But I wanted to and thought you might enjoy it."

He looked up from the gift to meet her eyes. "Did you paint this?" Of course he remembered she painted. While in The Reach he'd fussed at her plenty to not paint outside. He trusted her judgment enough to promote her to Captain after a month, yet the cold was somehow too much. He made absolutely no sense.

"Yes," she said in a light tone.

"It's nice." Did Blade's compliment make her feel happy in a way it probably shouldn't? Yes. But she'd take that to her grave before admitting it to anyone.

"Thank you, though I hope you like what's inside more."

Blade's eyes went back to the present he held delicately. She ignored the strange little feeling in her chest when he untied the ribbon and slipped it into a pocket before carefully unfolding the paper. Underneath was a small book of poetry. "You remembered, thank you."

An unusual wave of nerves washed over Kyrahlise. What if he'd read this collection before and hated it? Well, there was no use worrying about it now that the book was in his hands. "Yes, by one of my favorite contemporary poets. Are you familiar with her work?"

"I'm not."

Her smile was tinted with relief. "I hope you find her poetry to your taste."

There was a upward tilt to his lips as he nodded. Kyrah gathered he was thanking her again, but reading his subtle expressions was like cracking a code.

Not that she needed to decipher anything to understand Blade's kindness. He'd always been considerate and respectful towards her. A sharp contrast to how many Norms treated her after she left the Circle. Like when he'd been livid because of what happened in that damned cave, it had filled her with so much warmth. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have anyone care about her well-being. It was the catalyst for certain feelings towards him being stirred up. Feelings she accepted existed then politely ignored.

Though a recent incident in his room made her question if Blade was really as indifferent to her as he so often appeared.

When Kyrahlise glanced back up at Blade, his eyes were so gentle as they met hers it brought an instinctive smile to her lips. The first time he looked at her like that was when she learned black was the warmest color of all. The way his gaze slowly traced over her face almost felt like a sweet caress that seemed to stop briefly at her lips. But she was likely imagining things again.

A slight frown passed over his face as his free hand twitched, then clenched against his side. He looked at her another moment, gave a hint of a nod and another quick 'thank you' before turning and walking away. When he was out of earshot she sighed. Maybe one day she'd figure out what was really going on inside that inscrutable head of his.

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

fourth teaser for chapter nine of my itafushi fic and i’ve been tryin’ not to feel it

[thealmostthursday]

trying to cope so hard and tell myself it’s okay if the rough draft of what i’m writing reads like poop from a butt

[should1st4yz]

Just submitted my manuscript to a publisher after working on my short novel for so long ... THE JITTERS will eat me alive.

[paper-lilypie]

Pssst

Ccrt word count check

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[checks chap. 4 doc]

21.7k words, 83 pages!

[yesandpeeps]

Birthday Kiss 🎂💋🦇

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 1146.

Pairing: Swiss/Aeon.

Summary: Aeon’s curiosity for his new life on the surface leaves him excited for any type of celebration. He overhears it’s a certain ghouls birthday, and can’t help himself. Kissing and petting.

Read below or on AO3.

New summons often had difficulty adjusting to the surface’s day and night cycle. It’s a struggle to learn how to initially regulate their energy. New ghouls tend to be keen on long naps, that is, if they even wake up in the morning.

Aeon was no different, granted slack due to his “new summon” status. Snoozing long after the sun had risen above his window. As long as he gets his chores done and gets to practice on time, Papa doesn’t seem to mind. The crisp air of autumn doesn’t help persuade him out of his warm bed, but the ache of an empty stomach sure does.

Eyes barely open, Aeon dresses himself and exits his room, guided towards the common area by smell alone. Whatever had been prepared for their midday meal was already put away, cold and stiffened in the fridge. It’ll do. Had the bright, cold light not clicked on upon opening the door, he would’ve never noticed the white cardboard box that nearly took up a full shelf. Aeon blinked at it for a moment, noticing a plastic viewing slot on the top of the box. Too curious for his own good, he slid the box halfway off the shelf and tilted it, peering in on a white sheet of. Something. Fancy curling letters decorated the surface. After a couple more dumb blinks, Aeon’s finally able to register what he’s seeing.

A sheet cake, elegantly piped with the words, “Happy Birthday Swiss!” Aeon’s jaw might as well have hit the floor. He took a glance around the room, empty except for him, and oh, so carefully slid the cake back onto its shelf. Why had nobody told him? He grabbed another boxed container, a portion of left overs saved for him, and closed the fridge door. He mustn’t waste any time, barely grabbing a utensil to scarf down his first meal of the day. The dish was cleared in what felt like seconds. Aeon had something more important to focus on: finding Swiss.

Thankfully, the rotation of chores was listed on a white board in the common area. Swiss was stationed on laundry duty, so he’d better check there first. Aeon bounded off down the corridor, hard to believe he was out cold barely ten minutes prior.

A little out of breath and sluggish from his hurried meal, Aeon pushes the door open to the laundry room as quietly as he can manage. He pokes his head in, and just like he’d hoped, there was his target with his back to him. Unaware. Alone. Perfect.

Swiss continued the steady pattern of folding towels out in front of himself, using his chin to assist, and tossing them into a basket. Mumbling and nodding along to whatever song was playing in his earbuds, blissfully ignorant to what lurked behind him. While Aeon stalked, the muscles shifting in Swiss’s back caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but admire his arms as he worked. The song must’ve gotten good, because Swiss began a little dance, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet and rolling his body. Aeon felt his cheeks grow warm.

Against better judgment, Aeon believed this was the perfect time to launch his attack. Holding his breath, he crept up behind his victim. He trembled in anticipation before launching his hands forward and grabbing Swiss’s sides, yanking him back against his body. The poor multi ghoul probably would’ve shot through the ceiling with how hard he jumped if he’d not been held down. Off balance and dazed, Swiss grabs at whoever’s arms were squeezing him and whips his head around. His breathless laugh sent a swoop through Aeon’s stomach. Swiss takes a step back to right himself again, letting his head roll back to rest against the quintessence ghouls shoulder.

“That’s a way to greet someone,” Swiss breathes, removing his ear buds.

“You didn’t tell me it was your birthday,” Aeon pouts, tucking his chin over Swiss’s shoulder.

Swiss turns his head, enough to brush his nose against Aeon’s hair. Talk right into his ear. “No?”

“No,” He chuffed, reveling in the way Swiss’s warm breath passed across his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Wasn’t on purpose, just never came up. Sorry bug,” Swiss shrugged, patting his hands over the limbs wrapped around his middle.

Reluctantly, Aeon let his arms fall to his sides, letting Swiss step out of his range to retrieve a towel that got dropped during the ambush. “So?”

“So what?” The multi ghoul tossed over his shoulder as he refolded the fabric.

Aeon rolled up onto the balls of his feet. “How old are you?” He prodded.

The beat of silence made him drop back onto flat feet, suddenly uncertain. Was that not an appropriate thing to ask?

“Well,” Swiss starts, “I’ve been topside since the reign was shifted to our Papa-“

“Not what I meant,” the other interrupts.

The taller ghoul hums for a moment before giving his answer. Aeon nods slowly before stepping back into Swiss’s space again, this time wearing a grin. Too innocent for the way he crowds Swiss back against the table.

“Well,” Aeon huffs, “I may not have known it was your birthday, but I do have a present for you. Maybe a bit of an apology, too.”

“Is that so?” Swiss tilts his head, unable to stop the smile that splits across his face.

“Mhmm,” hums the agreement. Finally, Aeon reaches to cup Swiss’s face in his hands, letting his fingers lightly scratch over the stubble on his cheeks. Before he can react, Aeon leans forward and places a quick peck to Swiss’s mouth, mostly kissing his teeth.

“Yeah?” Swiss barks a laugh, his head tilting the other way.

“One,” Aeon smiles.

“Just one? That’s it-“

The multi ghoul is cut off by another quick kiss.

“Two.”

Finally catching on, Swiss begins to melt into chuckles. He wraps his strong arms around Aeon, able to reciprocate the kisses now that he sees the game he’s started.

After the tenth kiss, Aeon’s not counting them out loud anymore. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t care, or maybe it’s because the kisses barely break enough for him to say anything. The kisses turn deeper, hotter, wetter. He’s letting his excitement wander, dropping a hand from Swiss’s face to pet at his chest. A shudder runs through him when he feels a wide palm slide up his back and rest on the crook of his neck, huddling Aeon closer. The quintessence ghoul indulges in Swiss’s form, allowing himself to trace the fat padded muscle going down his chest, his ribs, his stomach-

“Y’know,” Swiss mutters between soft licks and sharp fangs biting at his lips, “Plenty of other places could be getting this treatment, too.”

“Is that so?” Aeon chuffs, his fingers tracing the hem of the other's shirt.

“Mhmm,” hums the agreement.

[cowboybrunch]

draft 1 of The Lesser Key of Callan episode 1 is done !! sitting around 39k words (and only one major injury, imagine that)

still have some tinkering to do before it’s ready for other eyes but. the story is out of my head and on the page. yippee!!!!

[raineandsky]

hey y'all! so if you've been reading the tags on my posts you know i've been writing a novel - and it's done (again)!! hurray!!! which means i'm now on the lookout for beta readers :D (again)

(if you've seen me make this post before, no you haven't)

A Dance With Death is a 83k word portal fantasy about demons, the afterlife, and what it means to be a victim of fate.

A blurb and a quick summary of what i'm hoping for is under the read more for anyone interested:

"Demons are generally expected to go undiscovered in the living world.

Azazel is not one to hit general expectations.

Mia, though, a weathered pizzeria worker and now accidental-demon-finder, has seen worse. A mutual agreement flourishes from her discovery – Mia doesn’t see Hell, and Azazel stays in the living world in return. It seems simple enough at first, but the tiny kitchens of the pizzeria prove an unfortunately intimate place if you don’t want to make friends with your demonic coworkers.

Then Mia introduces her boyfriend, Jake, and suddenly their blooming friendship feels a lot more dangerous. He’s six feet of jealousy and rage, and he doesn’t like how close Azazel’s secret has made them. They’re not sure how far he’s willing to go to keep them away from her.

After all, the Harbinger of Death is only willing to wait so long."

Since this is my second round of betas, this is more focused on the parts i've changed. general story flow is my main concern, as well as thoughts on the ending. i'm not too worried about a deadline on this since i'll be busy myself, but around a month or so would be nice if possible.

If you've read this far - thank you! If this is something that takes your interest, please leave a comment on this post or drop me a message and we can talk about it in a little more detail :)

[headfullof-ideas]

Some more rough sketches of scenes, most if not all from within the first few chapters. Not in order of when they happen like the last set because I don’t wanna deal with that. The only context I’ll give is that the first one is Dagur and Eret both realizing they know the riders, and the third one contains a sneak peak of Kari’s dragon, Ardyn

[strawbubbysugar]

YIPPEEE FINISHED THE SECOND PASS EDIT!!

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

teaser 3 for chapter 8 of my itafushi fic and i’ve been tryin’ not to feel it

[sympathytea]

my ass is NOT writing. two of these are literally blank documents. writers block fucking go away !!! augh

[ifmywishescametrue]

me: i will take one week off to celebrate finishing my book's first draft before I jump into editing

the demons who control the creative process: here are 17 ideas for various scenes in the sequel

[haleynwriter]

yawns and closes google docs, falls into bed after a 2.8k word sprint

[melandrops]

me, starting to write a fic: oh, if i keep it around 1k words per scene i should end up with around 7k words

me, finishing the fic: oh no