diodellet

[diodellet]

tackles u

small wips of a continuation to this btc (it won't be finished any time soon or Ever at all 🚶‍➡️):

[diodellet]

cleared out my queue, dont mind me, im gonna queue stuff up and resume it once ive got like 50ish posts in there

[diodellet]

This man has me giggling… I have to kill him

[diodellet]

Birdie Love

[diodellet]

maybe your fanfic doesn’t have to change someone’s life maybe it can just brighten someone’s day for a bit

[diodellet]

y'all REALLY gotta stop demanding advice and emotional labor from people who don’t even kno u like just because someone on here is popular and u look up to them or whatever doesn’t mean they’re obligated to be ur therapist like god evry1’s going thru shit so to demand that level of committment from a complete stranger is really….lol

[diodellet]

imagine if steampunk was “actually” punk and not just fucked up empire fetishism

[diodellet]

Periodic rent-lowering-gunshots:

Fiction is not reality.

You can enjoy things in fiction that would be awful in the real world. Like playing a murderhobo in a game! In the real world, being or supporting a murderer-thief would be pretty damn awful, while in the game it's just good fun. Same with anything else you choose to do with the pixels on the screen, like kinks that don't affect anyone real, so they're okay in fiction, but would be pretty damn bad in real life.

No one else is responsible for your online experience. They are required not to harass you, but they are not and never will be obligated to not post about ships, kinks, or tropes you dislike just to avoid you seeing them. It's up to you to blacklist words or phrases, block tags, or even block users as needed to avoid seeing content that upsets you.

No one can force you to read anything against your consent. Any content you don't like seeing can be instantly avoided by closing out of the offending post/fic.

You are not owed an online experience free of discomfort.

Nothing that happens in your imagination can ever make you a bad person. Words you write or read about fictional characters will never make you a bad person.

The claim that media consumption influences real-life behavior is intellectually dishonest and serves only to excuse the behavior of real offenders.

Fiction is a safe way to explore horrifying or confusing concepts. Therapists agree that fiction, even (or especially) about taboo topics is a good coping mechanism, especially, but not exclusively, for trauma survivors. Fiction is to adults what play therapy is to children. This doesn't stop being true if the work in question is of a sexual nature.

Sex isn't an inherently worse or better motivation than anything else. A work written to create feelings of arousal isn't dirty, shameful, or in any way less pure than works written to entertain, provoke moral questions, or for other reasons. And worth noting is that multiple purposes can exist in the same story, especially fanfiction.

You aren't entitled to an explanation for why someone reads, writes, or otherwise enjoys certain works, kinks, tropes, ships, etc.

[diodellet]

spitballing bcs im: emotionally ill

loujami's first actual date (bcs the first one was actually an off-campus study group, imma be real aint that how nerds get tgt) involved lou planning like 99% of everything. in her mind, letting him take the lead would be adding onto his plate so with much crying and plucking up her courage she intensely researches on what would be good date spots in town.

(obviously the more-romantic couple things she doesn't even let cross her mind becs hoo girlie's hyperconscious of nrc students needing to keep good reputations and jamil needing to keep a low profile)

eventually she decides on ol' reliable (watching a movie and eating at a cafe/some fastfood place*) of course the date goes successfully (she's very sleep deprived from spiraling over the possible catastrophes) but the important thing here is that before the date gets set, she lowkey grills him on what kind of movie he'd be set on watching under the guise of not knowing ~The Twisted Wonderland Classics~ and other categorizations of film.

*lou's working on less than a student budget here😭

and while jamil's humoring her questions, in his mind he's a little irked with how wishy-washy she is (obviously she doesn't want to watch that slasher) he learns that she doesn't say 'no' but her reactions (nor does she seem receptive to watching sequels/remakes/remasters) her hemming and hawing obviously spell out 'HELL NAH' in flashing lights to anyone with an eye for reading people but you know what having someone be this earnest and wholehearted in making a plan come to fruition is doing things to his heart this is entertaining to watch so he'll indulge.

lou in her mind: HE DIDN'T PICK THE HORROR MOVIES!!!

(she thought this was the hardest part of the date-planning, she was wrong.)

dont know who, but someone (maybe someone from the first yr squad) obviously wishes her luck on her date and she goes: CORRECTION! IT'S AN OUTING, A FRIEND OUTING! (and now she starts spiraling over the romantic what-ifs -> mishmashing into some weird stress-induced nightmare -> prime sleep deprivation on the day of 🤧)

[diodellet]

This is going to sound so "oldie yells at cloud" of me but the radicalisation of the young into black and white, zero shades of grey thinking, both in the media they consume and in real life situations, is genuinely terrifying.

The world is complex. The world is grey. There is infinite nuance in everything. No amount of trying to shove it all into neatly labeled boxes is ever going to work.

[diodellet]

tie me to the bed with our red string of fate

[diodellet]

Jamil Viper: You Make Me So Happy

Please note that this is a repost from my previous blog (that no longer exists!)

This was originally posted March 1st, 2024 ♡

Enjoy! ☘︎

Subtle. A word that may not mean much, but spoke volumes when it came to your relationship with Jamil. The way he would show his affection, taking care of you and making it seem like it was nothing. The days when he would make you a lunch, handing it to you as he explains that he made too much. You would open it to find your favorite foods, with a little dessert for you for after. Or the times when he would text you, reminding you of things you had mentioned to him offhand, so that you wouldn’t forget. Taking the time to remind you in person too, depending on how important it was.

You could be at work, in the middle of your shift when Jamil would stop by, checking to see how you were. He would remind you of the thing you had mentioned, not wanting you to forget before asking when you were taking your lunch break. He didn’t want to disturb you while you were working, so if you had already taken it he would leave, giving you a quick kiss before saying he’ll see you later. If you hadn’t taken your lunch break yet and he had time, he would stay, joining you until it was over.

He paid attention to you. To your words, to your actions. Even the slightest change in your appearance, he would notice. He made you feel special and loved through all the little things he would do, things that could easily go unnoticed. The way he would give you a water bottle if he noticed you weren’t drinking enough, not wanting you to get dehydrated. The way he would leave one of his hoodies out for you, noticing you hadn’t brought a jacket when it was expected to be cold. The way he would notice something new you were wearing, no matter how small it was, telling you it looked nice while thinking you should wear it more often.

What he didn’t expect was for you to do the same, showing your love through gestures that he appreciated more than you know. How you would acknowledge his interests, supporting and encouraging him. How you would help him with his chores, even when he said he didn’t need it, wanting to spend time with him. How you were proud to be his, unafraid to say that he was your boyfriend. How you chose him over so many others, and continue to choose him, over anyone else.

The party was in full swing, sounds of music and laughter reaching where you were in the kitchen. Jamil stood at the sink, washing dishes while you stood beside him, drying them off as he passed them to you. He said you didn’t have to, telling you to join the others and enjoy the party. You insisted to stay, telling him you’d rather spend the party with him, no matter what you were doing. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling at your words, turning his attention back towards the sink. You both stood there, working in amicable silence as the other’s partied. You could hear Kalim shout as the music changed, turning to one of your favorite songs.

You couldn’t help as you began moving to the song, swaying to the beat. Jamil watched you, a small smile coming to his face while you stood there unaware. After a moment he takes his hands out of the water, waiting until yours were free before turning to you. He took your hand in his, lifting it above your head as he began to spin you around. You laughed as he spun you a few more times, pulling you close to him as you began to dance. It was slow and intimate, the two of you in your own little world as you danced around the kitchen.

“You make me so happy, Jamil” you say as he pulls you back in, resting your head against his shoulder as you sway together. He makes a noise, your words unexpected. He tightens his hold on you, pulling you closer as he buries his face in your neck. His face was warm as your words sunk in, replaying over and over in his mind. “Say it again” he mumbles out, squeezing you tighter as you repeat your words. The two of you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes, the party continuing in the background. After a moment Jamil moves, lifting your face so your eyes meet. He looks you in the eyes, almost making you feel like he’s looking through you before leaning down so your lips meet. The kiss was brief yet sweet, Jamil resting his forehead against yours, saying

“You make me happy too” ♡

Thank you! ♡

[diodellet]

yet another reason why queer romance in media that is very subtle or more queer-coding than actual explicit rep is so much more compelling than the wealth of straight stories that are out there is bc I think a lot of romance writers forget that you have to like. show not tell. and imply things. and if you hustle things along and put two characters together for the sake of it instead of really working to build their relationship and show how well they work with each other it's not really going to be as interesting to people. and for some reason, a staggering amount of people do not know how to write romance properly so you get a very bland forced dynamic that either feels like an afterthought (he's a boy and she's a girl, hey they could be together because that's what happens!) or the only thing that matters about their characters (see her? she's the Love Interest. that is all she's there for)

however if you're being censored and you literally can't make your characters say "I love you" or kiss or maybe even hold hands you're going to have to come up with more creative ways to tell your audience that they're in love and that usually results in the most poetic beautiful stuff you've ever seen that's SO much more interesting than two characters who make eye contact and go into the slow-mo rose petals scene that's basically screaming at you "hey look at these two. they're in love. you're supposed to be invested in their relationship now. do you get it?" eye contact held for slightly too long in an emotional scene is more compelling. a hand very lightly touching their back is WAY more compelling.

and might I add this is not even impossible to achieve with uncensored straight romances at all like Pride & Prejudice is wildly popular for this exact reason. how many times have I seen people going insane over the hand flex scene. they didn't even kiss in that movie unless you count the extended ending. and everyone loves it. because it's done RIGHT.

tldr; romance is hard to write and you have to put in the effort if you want people to care about your ship. now go forth and imply something

QUICK EDIT TO ADD ALSO when things are more subtle that gives people more space to interpret the dynamic as whatever they want. something might be subtle because that's all they're allowed to show, but something might be subtle because that literally what it's supposed to be. as an aroace person I personally see a LOT of queerplatonic vibes from more subtly played relationships and it's so incredibly exciting and heartwarming for me. and that's a whole new realm of relationship that I think should also be given more attention

[diodellet]

Reblog to hug prev

Please

[diodellet]

oh no, i have made a mistake

[diodellet]

Hiii, i love ur writing sm! I just read ur tongue ring fic and i loved it sfm

If you u do a NSFW continuation, can u add the reaction of the same characters finding out that their s/o doesn't just have a tongue ring but and have their nipples pierced aswell? If u can't or r uncomfortable that's totally fine tho!

Hope u have a great day/night!

જ⁀➴ Twisted Wonderland x m!reader

🔞 NSFW Warning – 18+ ONLY

Content includes: • Male reader • Bottom!Reader • Nipple piercings (reader) • Oral fixation • Explicit sexual scenes (detailed penetration). •❗Reader discretion is advised ❗

featuring — Riddle : Leona : Jamil : Floyd : Cater. cw: NSFW!

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was usually so careful, so by-the-book when it came to intimacy — at least at first. But tonight, something in him snapped. You’d moaned so sweetly when he gripped your hips, so delicately when he rolled his tongue over your throat, that he lost the restraint he clung to like law. When he unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it aside, his breath hitched as he caught the gleam of metal. "Y-You’re pierced… here?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, crimson eyes fixed on your chest. Your nipples, adorned with twin silver barbells, stood sensitive and flushed. His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed one.

He was clearly flustered, but his arousal overtook his nervousness fast. Slowly, Riddle leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl over the barbell, dragging it deliberately back and forth while keeping his eyes locked on your expression. When your back arched and you whimpered, his cheeks burned red — but he did it again, then again, each flick followed by a gentle suck. One hand reached between your legs to stroke you languidly while the other rolled the second piercing between his fingers, fascinated by how responsive you were. “You’re reacting like I’ve cast a spell on you…”

Then he pulled away and pushed your legs up, kneeling between them with his cock flushed and twitching. "You’re so shameless... letting me find this out like this." His voice cracked between authority and desperation. As he slid into you slowly, deeply, his hands never left your chest — pinching, tugging, and circling the piercings with reverent obsession. “I can’t focus… when you look like this,” he groaned, thrusts getting sharper with every mewl that escaped you. "You look indecent—perfect—with those... I'm going to ruin you tonight."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had you already half-naked and spread out under him when your shirt finally got peeled up past your chest — and that’s when he saw them. His eyes caught the metal glint immediately, and his brows lifted with amused surprise. “Tch… seriously? What the hell is this, herbivore?” he growled, but it wasn’t a complaint. It was desire. He leaned down without waiting, lips wrapping around one pierced nipple as he gave it a hungry suck, tongue curling around the barbell. Your moan was music to his ears. “Shit. You really do have some filthy secrets…”

He didn’t give you time to answer. His hand gripped your hip roughly while his teeth scraped gently at the metal, tugging before soothing it with a slow, wet lick. The way your thighs trembled beneath him only made him hungrier. He rolled your other nipple between his fingers, watching you fall apart from just that stimulation. “Sensitive aren’t you?” he muttered, voice thick with arousal. He pressed his cock against your ass, already hard and leaking. "Bet you kept these hidden on purpose. Wanted me to find them like this."

Without warning, Leona flipped you over onto your knees, dragging your chest down into the mattress so your ass stayed high. He spat in his hand, stroked himself twice, then sank into you with a rough groan. His fingers hooked under your chest, tugging at both piercings as he fucked into you deep, raw. “You’re gonna clench every time I pull, huh?” he growled, grinning wide as your body obeyed. “So easy to ruin. I’m gonna fuck you stupid while you cry from your pretty tits being played with.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil didn’t rush. He never did. His hands roamed your body slowly, deliberately, like he was memorizing each inch of your skin. But the second your shirt was peeled off and his fingers brushed against the cold, hard metal of your nipple piercings, something shifted in him. His eyes widened faintly — then narrowed with sharp interest. "You didn't tell me about these," he murmured, trailing one fingertip along the silver barbell. "How long have you had them… and why haven’t I been allowed to see?"

He leaned in, kissing the metal first, then circling the tip of his tongue around it slowly. The wet heat made you gasp, and that was all he needed. He closed his mouth around it, sucking slow and deep, while his free hand slipped under your waistband to palm your growing arousal. "You’re really sensitive here," he whispered, pulling back with a pop. “Let’s see how long you last.” His touch was measured, teasing — alternating soft flicks with hard tugs, licking the metal until your hips bucked up and your cock twitched desperately against his hand.

Then, with your legs parted and your hole already slick from his earlier attention, Jamil slid in to the hilt — all while keeping his mouth latched to your chest. His rhythm was deep, intense, but never sloppy — each roll of his hips perfectly timed with the tugs on your piercings. He made you feel every inch of him. "You're more beautiful than you know," he whispered against your skin. "But with these? You’re fucking addictive." And the way he growled, the way he fucked you deeper each time your nipples were pulled — he wasn’t going to stop until you were crying from overstimulation.

Floyd Leech

“Eeeeh?” Before you could protest or explain, his mouth was already on your chest, tongue lapping over the barbell with a gleeful, wet slurp. “They jingle~! Hehe, you’re like a little toy for me now!”

Floyd’s lips didn’t stop moving — from one nipple to the other, flicking and sucking while his fingers pinched and tugged the metal with wild, unrestrained curiosity. Every little sound you made, every squirm or moan, made him grind harder into you with his hard-on pressing eagerly against your backside. “Aw, you’re twitching already~ Look at this,” he giggled, pressing the barbell side to side as you whimpered. “So cute when you can’t handle it!”

When he finally pushed into you, it was fast and deep — no warning, just a sharp stretch and his length bottoming out. But even as he fucked you hard from behind, his hands snaked under you to keep playing with your chest, fingers tugging your piercings with each thrust. “You’re squeezing me so tight every time I pull these~! Shit, this is the best!” he laughed, breathless. “Next time, I’m putting bells on them. Gotta hear you jingle while I wreck you.”

Cater Diamond

Cater let out a soft gasp as he undid your shirt, pulling it open with practiced fingers — but stopped dead when the light caught on your pierced nipples. His jaw dropped, and then his face lit up in wicked delight. “No. Way. Baby, you’ve been hiding these? These are, like, a total fantasy unlocked,” he laughed, voice breathy as his hands came up to cup your chest, fingers delicately brushing over the barbells. “You're literally trying to break me, huh?”

He leaned down, lips sealing over one pierced nipple, tongue swirling and flicking the metal with practiced ease. You moaned, chest rising into his mouth — and Cater grinned against your skin. “So responsive~ I love it,” he cooed, switching to the other nipple, giving it a slow, teasing suck. His fingers danced lower, stroking your cock as he played with both piercings, watching your face twist with pleasure. “You’ve got the whole package, babe — I’m obsessed.”

When he bent you over and slid into you, it was with loving care — but his hands didn’t stay on your hips. No, they returned to your chest, rolling and tugging the metal as he pushed in deep. “You're so hot like this… fuck, the way your back arches when I play with these? You’re gonna make me come just watching you,” he panted, biting your shoulder as his pace quickened. “Gonna snap some pics next time so I can remember how good you look falling apart for me.”

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

sooooo… this isn’t my first rodeo writing nsfw fic (shoutout to my ongoing Twisted Wonderland x male story on Quotev 👀) and i thought i was done but… it’s hitting me.

maybe it’s finally time to bless y’all with some bunch of nsfw one-shots?

don’t judge me, i’m just out here trying to manifest some extra heat. open for requests 💌