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ANNOUNCEMENT

Okay so yes I am doing a kinktober

HOWEVER

I'm gonna do many 10 fics, so two a week, and they're gonna be SHORT like less than 3k usually.

This is my first attempt at a kinktober and I'm gonna TRY but I dunno... I don't feel super like into it I guess I dunno But here it is!!

This might change but here's the list of what I PLAN on doing but it might change.

Day 1: omega/omega, Lestappen

Day 2: Closet/Public, Jayvik

Day 3: Breaking The Bed, Royjamie

Day 4: Suit/lingerie, geraskier

Day 5: Clones, Maxiel + Franz Hermann

Day 6: Nude Photography, Destiel

Day 7: Crossdressing, Johnlock

Day 8: Massage, Geraskier (surprise I know)

Day 9: Hate Sex, russtappen (idk that ship name that good yet tbh)

Day 10: In The Dirt, Hannigram

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Anyone else fuck with individual songs? Who is the artist? I dunno. What album is it from? Shut up. What year was it released? *tim allen grunt* What's the title of the track? Fuck you. But it goes like this: *poorly memorized chorus*

I love that song. Do not ask me anything about it.

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when fanfic authors say that they don’t decide what happens in the story that the characters make the decisions i imagine it like this:

writer: *sitting down* type type type type *squinting at the screen* type type type

writer: *gasp* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT…… type type type

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Unfortunately reblogs were turned off but that post is important for people in fandoms to see

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comment which fic if you have!! or the ship lolz!! I really wanna know!!

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GAY SEX

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the term “ai fanfiction/fanart” is such an oxymoron because AI cannot be a fan. it’s not involved in fandom spaces, it has no passion nor sentimental preference, it doesn’t dream about its beloved blorbo, nor can it be horny for their fave. it’s just a button click for fake creators that’ll steal stuff. hence “ai fan-xyz” and ai `art´ do not exist

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Me reading another person's writing: Oh they missed a period there, no worries mistakes happen :) Three adjectives in a sentence? Adverbs for days? No worries I love descriptions and this story is fire.

Me seeing the same thing in my work: Wow am I illiterate? Am I actually ok? Who the actual fuck told me I can write so I can go and curse their entire family for the time it took for me to carefully craft this GARBAGE.

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

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"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?

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Mungrove except

Billy wasn’t gay. He was just into looking good.

For the ladies.

Of course.

And sometimes he liked looking at other dudes because they looked good. All strong and muscular and he liked guys with big hands and nice arms and- he appreciated them. Knowing the work it took to look good. For the ladies. Only.

He didn’t hate his job at the pool. Girls in bikinis, moms who got more and more risky, guys all wet and bare and- and he could look at the girls while having his sunglasses on so no one could tell.

But then school let out and that fucking freak, Munson, started showing up with the gaggle of kids who followed him around. And Billy hated it.

Because why was that- that dweeb so fucking hot. It pissed Billy off to no extent. Eddie was not hot. But when he had that monstrosity that he called hair all tied up in a bun, a few strands loose around his face, framing it perfectly, his paper pale skin on display, tattoos drawing the eye down to the waistband of his black swim trunks that stuck to his skin when he got wet, showing off the supple swell of his ass, when he had that stupid water gun held up ready to dose one of the kids and his muscular arms were up and his broad shoulders where catching the sun just right, water like diamonds on his skin that Billy just wanted to taste-

Billy fell off the lifeguard tower trying to get away from it. He smacked away the hands that came to offer him help, hand coming to his bleeding nose as he hid away in the employee changing room.

He started glaring at Eddie, hoping it would scare him off. But that backfired on him horribly. Because then he was just watching Eddie, his slim waist, his big hands, that stupid happy laughing with those big stupid soft lips pulled into a smile that didn’t make his heart race. And Eddie was deterred at all. No. No Eddie started teasing him.

“Aye aye, Captain, keep your drawers on.” Eddie quipped back when Billy barked for the millionth time to stop running. Then Billy was stuck because Eddie needed to shut up. And then the kisses started.

Eddie started blowing him kisses when Billy yelled at him. Loud ones that everyone saw. And Billy just had to start ignoring him completely. Not because his heart would race and the days Eddie didn’t come during his shift he felt sad. Not because of that.

Billy hated his summer job.

He hated it more when he started working at the record shop at the mall. Because why did no one tell him the night manager was fucking Eddie Munson.

It took three months before they were grinding and moaning among the shelving, doors locked, lights off, dirty and rough, just enough.

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non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc

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How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

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Here's the server I run!! It's little and it's only 18+ but I'm here!!! You guys can always come bother me about stuff! Just ask because my discord is different username. <3<3<3