#gonna reblog this from time to time when i’m in a rut LMAO

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[tbaluver]

Hi...I love your writing so much, Big Fan >_< ♡

Can I ask about what it's like to shower with LNDS men?

Thank U

Showering With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre/ tags: MDNI, 18+, suggestive content. short NSFW is right below the SFW ! (p.s sorry if this format was confusing ! just wanted to add both in this one) a/n: hihi anonnie! thank you for supporting my work i always appreciate it so much ! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ i hope this was okay and that you enjoy reading this and my other future works ! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ i dunno but i might make a shower smut after writing these LMAO anyways gonna post another headcanon in a few hours after this (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier: (SFW)

More of a shower person than a bath person because there were too many times to count on how many times you saw him asleep in the bathtub.

Almost falls asleep when you massage his scalp with soap as he wraps his hands on your waist to keep balanced. It just felt too relaxing and he couldn't help but flutter his eyes closed

Has a fair share of wash products but he ends up using yours because yours smell better and it smells like you.

He loves it when you clean him, it feels such a safe and intimate space between the two of you. You hum softly as you work gently against his scalp that you lathered. He felt so safe, so warm, in the space that you two created that he eases into the relaxation.

Loves the feeling of you every time he grazes his hands over your body. Obviously he’ll make sure to wash you as well. He’ll make sure that the soap doesn’t get in your eyes. Sometimes the two of you stand and hug, enjoying each other presence, while the water pours over the two of you-until the water gets cold.

Xavier: (NSFW)

He can't help it. You'll feel his hard-on when he's pressed up behind you. Ruts into you very slowly against your ass as he wraps around you while his hand is planted on your thigh to control the lazy pace. His moans would invade your ear as shaky breaths escape your lips.

Zayne: (SFW)

Another intimate time for the two of you.

When he’s coming home from work, he’s basically putty in your hands. You didn’t need to ask twice. He would barely have any energy to eat dinner or shower. He’s so touchy when you’re helping him wash him off while he lowly murmurs in your ear ‘thank you’s’

The type of man that would admire your body as he washes you with the body soap and shampoo. He has seen your body many times and has memorized every detail of you. But each time he sees you, it's like discovering you anew again. His eyes trail down as his hands lower, lower, and lower down your body as he washes you with the body soap.

Helps you wash your back and any hard places for you to reach and you do the same for him as well.

When you offer to help him wash his hair, he leans down, and you lather it with extra soap, laughing at how cute he looks. He doesn’t mind this at all, he finds your reaction to be adorable whenever you do this.

When he washes your hair, he is always so gentle. “Close your eyes for me, my love.” He’ll say softly as his hands carefully knead shampoo into your hair before washing it all away. He'll make sure none of it goes into your eyes.

Once you both finish washing, he turns off the shower and steps out to grab your towel. You both dry each other off, making sure every drop of moisture is gone and helps you put on your robe.

Zayne: (NSFW)

One finger would be rolling on your nipple while the other hand works through your folds. His mouth would be sucking and swirling on your breasts.

He'll use the shower bench to sit and to meet your height to suck on your breasts but will also use that opportunity to let you ride him.

Rafayel: (SFW)

Takes a long shower and I’m talking hours. He most definitely hogs the water and leaves you cold behind him. Has way too much showering products than you but he’ll definitely share them with you

Jokes aside, he would not stop caressing every inch and curve of your body when he sees you glistening with the water.

Loves to wrap his arms around you from behind. He’ll trail kisses on your shoulder to your ear while whispering how cute you look  before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Lets you try all his expensive washes and you two would experiment every shower on which is the best

Would tell you to wash him and he loves it when you wash his hair. The way your fingers scrub the shampoo and your nails massaging his scalp, felt like heaven to him. He’ll rest his head on your shoulder as you wash the suds out and he’ll have a content smile resting on his lips.

When the two of you are finished drying up, he'll make sure to pick the best moisturizer for the two of you before you both get dressed

Rafayel: (NSFW)

Round two. After you both finish having sex in bed or wherever, you’ll find him against you again all naked and wet. His arousal is more heightened in the water. He just needs his pretty girl again after the mess you made on his cock

Loves how the water slides and glistens down between your bodies

Sylus: (SFW)

The type to say, “Why waste water when we can just shower together.” And I fear he does have a point so that’s why you both shower together often.

He likes to stand behind you most of the time because this allows him to place his chin on your head as the water falls onto the both of you.

He is most definitely going to get handsy using the soapy water. He’ll moves his hand further down to rub your butt and give it a light squeeze

He loves to put the lather of soap on your nose or place a bunch on your hair just to see your reaction. He also finds it amusing to see you try to do the same with him but you can’t because of your height difference. It usually ends up in a bubble war between the two of you.

He helps dries you off first before you help him dry him off. He'll lower his head so you can ruffle the towel on his head.

When it was his turn to wash his hair, he would lean down, a smile curling on his lips as he gazed at your face while you carefully shampoo into his hair

“Sy close your eyes”

“Why would I do that when I want to stare at my pretty girl?”

Sylus: (NSFW)

You turn him on easily so showering with him feels like he has a permanent hard on. Once you step in the shower, he’ll let you get warm and wet before he starts  rubbing up on you. He just loves the feeling of your bodies pressed against each other, especially since you both are wet.

Pins you against the glass door of the shower and takes you from behind. His right hand finds your breast, squeezing them and pinching your hardening buds in the warm water while his left hand is on the plush of your ass. Sometimes he'll press you up against the wall and have your legs wrapped around him so you don't slip, just let him do all the work as he ruts into you

[kiyoomisprincess]

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 - ℍℂ𝕤

Haikyuu

Fem!reader

Warnings : Fluff, Breeding kink, impregnation, domestic!bokuto , NSFW [MDNI or I’ll cry], Implied Fem!reader,

Part - 1

Includes: Bokuto Koutaro

REBLOGS ARE LOVED HERE ~

Scenario

This baby fever started when your friend had let you babysit their newborn daughter for a day, and [haikyuu character] had just then seemed to have a day off.

You were already up early and decided not to wake up your sweet husband since he had come home late from practice. Then, you had ran through your usual morning routine, making sure you were free before f/n came.

The doorbell then rang and you opened the door, only to be welcomed by a sweet hug from you friend. A while after catching up, they had then handed over the peacefully sleeping baby in a carry cot and said their goodbyes.

You looked down at the baby and decided that it was the best to leave her to sleep peacefully , but just as you set her down and turned away, meaning less babbles and giggles were heard from the now awake baby.

She was too cute to be let alone, and you decided to entertain her much more by picking her up and swirling her in the air, and then blowing raspberries, to which the baby giggled happily. You were too occupied in your play session with the baby, that you failed to notice your husband walk up to you.

What does he do?.......

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

Poor baby was confused when he saw you like that, and he prolly thought he teleported into the future lmao

After telling him about the baby and convincing him its not the future, you left the baby along with him to get him breakfast.

Quite hesitant to play with the baby cuz he thinks he's too strong and would hurt the baby akhadks- my heart, then slowly starts to get comfortable with the bub.

100% dad material

Gets so sad when the baby leaves that his hair droops down and he sulks in the couch.

This makes him realise how y'all have been married for quite a while now and how you guys haven't had a child of your own yet.

He then looks at you, imagining how good you'd look with his children. He knows for sure how good of a mother you'd be, and it just makes his heart erupt with love.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a volleyball team of his own?

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Not sure what got into him but you woke up something primal in him

His only goal is to have you pregnant by now. And by now i mean NOW.

Sweet boy gets so sad once he learns babies don't pop out just like that.

*swinging from a branch like tarzan*

BUT THAT DOES NOT STOP HIM FROM FUCKING YOU DUMB-

Never really knew he had a breeding kink until now, but god you're gonna look so pretty when he finally empties his balls in you.

His only motive now is 'Breed, Breed and Breed you until he can't anymore' , and you're surely going to say yes.

Your sweet master does so much to please your needs, how could you say no? You're his good little girl afterall...

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VISUAL

"There you go, little one~" Bokuto slurs, his cock throbbing when you clamped down tighter onto him, adrenalin rushing up his body. How long had it been since you started? Did you already cum so many times?... "K-Kou... 's too much-" you managed to say, voice rather a squeak. "But you take me so well baby, and you greedy pussy says it wants more of my cum~" He said, a teasing smile on his face while his hips rutted in you with an animalistic pace, a one that sent you straight to the seventh heaven.

His head hung low, gaze now averting towards your sweet cunt that’s being stretched out by him. He then pulled your legs apart, folding them over to your chest as his muscles flexed, skin glistening with sweat. You let out a whine, already sore and numb from the previous orgasms. “I-I’m cuming again!~” you moan out, the pleasure when his thick tip hammered over a particular spot over and over again. “‘M almost done pretty, just a little bit-“ he grunted above you, ripping animalistic groans from his throat when he felt you clamp down on him.

“That’s it, babygirl~” the words rolled of his tongue as his cock spurted strings of warm cum deep in you, a mixture of both your previous arousals overflowing out your now stretched cunny. You were physically unable to take any more of his cum, but Bokkun wasn’t pleased to see his fertile cum go to waste.

“Keep ‘em in pretty, don’t want them to go to waste~” he said, stuffing his cum back in your pussy with his cock. He had “accidentally” thrusted in your cunt, and there was no stopping now. “Oops~ guess I gotta fuck you once more then~” he said, a sly smile on his face when he watched your mouth hang low, your fucked out features so pretty.

When I tell you bokuto fucks you dumb, he does..

[ramble-writes]

Hola <3 I love your work!! I would love to see your take on Danny Johnson (ghostface) with a Gn or male S/O who is also a slasher! I hope you have a good day! <333

What's funny is that you caught me at a good time of a dream I had I was a killer. Couldn't speak for shit but I had a scythe :v And you kinda strike me as a duel wilder so das what u gonna get gods i need to write more Anyway enjoy this tiktok too lol. Also from now on any sort of Entity mentioned is Sock nao LMAO unless otherwise. And Imma go for a male reader here.

A Killer for a Killer

TW: blood, mention of attempt of r*pe, minor gore

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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It was a gift you were given from the Entity. A gift of a single mori. That sausage bodied lizard had dragged you a charm of a green head for whenever you feel the need to use it... Which you did upon the next trial you went into.

It was in Coldwind Farm: Torment Creek. The artificial sunset lighting honestly felt warm on your face before you tugged up your scarf to focus on the task at hand. Moving forward, you progressed into the cornfield where you hoped to catch sight of a survivor so you know who you’re going up against. The sound of a gen being worked on caught your attention that you got low into a crouch, then lept up and crashed down onto not one, but three survivors. Bill, Felix, and your least favorite: David.

You hit someone, hearing one of them cry out and feeling the warmth of blood on your hands. Looking up you spotted Bill hobbling away in a hurry with his hand holding his now injured arm where you see the damage you caused. A gash from his bicep that spans to the back of his shoulder. 

You didn’t give chase, instead you went and chased after Felix. The more injured, the more harder it is for them to heal each other to survive. Catching up with the German man, you brought your blades down to create an X gash on his back, smiling at the way he cries out . He stumbled over his own feet from how blinding the pain was and landed on his back that he yelped. With a grunt, you flip him over to grab him and slung him over your shoulder to make your way to the nearest hook.

A gen went off which drew your attention and you made your way over. You saw a flash of blond and heard the familiar sound of legs flopping around in boots. Looking over, Kate was running off with a toolbox in hand. You went to go chase after her, that was till a bright blinding light went off that you couldn’t see. You took the time to furiously rub your eyes before looking around to see David. Great. You remember vividly that the last time you had an interaction with him that he socked you in the face hard. And some... “attempts” were made had you not grabbed his throat and ripped it out with your bare hands.

A growl rose in your throat that you lost track of the others. Th others noticed and did their best to hurry along to not witness the oncoming slaughter. Dwight can vouch for it when he saw how you had ripped into the brute and shoved his heart into his mouth. He only had gotten as far as removing your pants and grabbing at your dick, but you had reacted fast upon realization and a knife to the shoulder had got him to get off. End result was blood that coated your arms up to your elbows.

You couldn’t kill him yet, so you were stuck with hooking him for now. Felix, the ever observant, slowly made his way over while taking glances at David and carefully got your attention. The way your head snapped to glare at him made him jump a bit before clearing his throat.

“Would... Would you like for me to unhook him?”

You realized what he was going to do and the tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit before nodding. The German went over and unhooked the Brit who had started to struggle when he noticed the sudden alliance. Blondy made a run for it from the other’s wrath, but he didn’t get far as you brought one of your knives down hard on his back which knocked him flat on his face. His scream broke out when that dirty, bloody hook slipped back through the hole in his shoulder, but it tore open more that he tearing of muscle was audible.

Once again, Felix approached and looked to you as David started to struggle from having to keep those horrid claws of the Entity. It’s strange how such a small lizard is also an old eldritch being that feeds of the suffering of others, when the reptile likes any kind of bugs or veggies in his little gullet. But you didn’t question it. Sock is fun to keep on your shoulders and watch struggle having to get over small ledges.

David was off the hook again, but he wasn’t safe from you. Felix made a run for it the moment you advanced forward. Mind you, he went off on the brute when Dwight told the others what happened. His words were met with retaliation and slurs like calling him a “Nazi” due to Felix’s German roots.

Along with Felix, Bill and Kate had escaped thanks to the luck of a key being found. That left you with David, which you took your sweet, sweet, sweet time to make an example of him. You may have gotten some “inspiration” from a certain killer with how you made his still living body a display. Gut torn open, intestines pulled out and formed to make the Star of David to mock his name despite it being a common name. As a last show, you had cut off his dick (which you cringed after realization) and stuck it in his mouth as the very life faded from his eyes.

Trial over, back wandering a sort of forest that serves as an in-between for those without realms, you felt satisfied. You felt eyes on you, watching your movements even though that’s common in this hell. A shift of wind, a soft whisper of words that sounded amused graced your ears.

“That was quite the show that was put on, my dear~” The voice purred. Strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around your waist to pull your form close to a more sturdy one.

“My pretty boy all gory and satisfied I bet~”

This made you chuckle as you turned your head to see the familiar mask of the Ghostface pushed off to the side to show one half of his face.

“And I’d do it a thousand times over. Didn’t know you were watching, Danny.”

The taller man let out a low breathy laugh before tilting your head up more with rough leather gloves holding your jaw to then grace your smiling lips with his. The kiss was deepened when you managed to loop an arm around his neck, a hum rumbling in his chest that you snickered a bit and broke from the kiss.

“I may have drawn some inspiration from you on leaving a lasting impression on people~

“I’m touched~ And honestly, I think a sort of prize is deserved.”

You arched a brow, only to let out a yelp when Danny picked you up and peppered your face and jaw in kisses and nips to your neck. You didn’t need to question what the prize was. With Danny, it’s obvious since the sight of blood and dead gazes get a rise out of him and drive him mad like a male rabbit in a rut. But hey, you never minded a single bit.

[izzy-b-hands]

My Hand's On Your Grease Gun

Synopsis: Set sometime in 1984. You and Roger in a car, on a day trip to Hull (insert Douglas Reynholm: “That’s right; we’re going to Hull!), plus smut, plus Emotions because apparently I can’t just write pwp, I gotta make it all lovey dovey lmao. 

A note that I do not endorse any mucking about like this while driving. Is it hot as fuck? Yeah. Is it also dangerous? Yup! For the sake of fiction, a bit of foreplay with a car in motion is no problem here, but in actual life, cars are dangerous! If you’re gonna do anything smutty in a car, at least have the damn thing parked somewhere safe lmao. 

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“You’re a little shit, you know that?” 

Roger’s tone is playful, but his voice shakes slightly.

That lets you know you’re on the right track.

The right track in this case being convincing him to finally pull over and fuck you in the backseat of the car he’s currently driving. He’d spent all of the day prior to the trip (just a day trip to Hull, since you’d never been and as Roger put it, there was ‘fuck all else to do at home’ for the moment) teasing you, insinuating you might not make it to Hull without several stops in secluded areas if he had his way.

Yet once you’d actually gotten into the car, he’d been all focus. Which was fine, but you wanted your fun too.

“I have been told so,” you reply, not moving your hand from where it taps at his inner thigh, teasing at the seam of his jeans. “But I don’t think I’m all that bad, do you?”

He smiles and shakes his head, eyes on the road, but you can tell he wants to be looking elsewhere. “I suppose not. But you’re still something else.”

“Me? No!” you feign shock and awe as your fingers traipse further upwards, lingering but not rubbing or playing with the edge of his hard cock. “I’m an angel, an absolute delight, or so I’ve heard.”

He swallows hard, but it’s a testament to him that he doesn’t waver in his control of the car. This still isn’t exactly safe, and you know better than to push too far while the car is in motion, but all the same you feel safe doing what you are with Rog at the wheel.

“You’ll have to prove that to me later,” he finally smirks. “Angels are breathtaking, aren’t they?”

“I think I can take your breath away, if you give me five minutes,” you joke.

“Only five minutes?” Roger scoffs playfully. “I can’t tell if that’s more insulting to you or to me!”

“Call it even and consider that after that initial five minutes, you could drive us to the hotel and we can repeat any experimenting there, and take all the time we like,” you say, moving just one finger along the line of his cock.

“We could just go straight to the hotel,” he suggests.

“Could, but I’m impatient,” you admit, then lean over so you can whisper in his ear. “And honestly? I’ve dreamed of fucking you in this car until both of us are too out of breath to do anything more than lay there. Surely the hotel and Hull can wait until we’ve done that...”

You settle back into your seat, only your hand staying put in Roger’s lap.

He blushes, and slaps a hand gently on the steering wheel. “Alright. But I’ve got to find us somewhere out of the way. Not going to fuck you with someone’s fucking cows watching from the next field over or something.”

“Fair enough,” you agree, and lean over again, this time to rest your head against his shoulder.

Even without the promise of sex and the teasing, you simply enjoying driving with him. You’ve never felt so safe in a car as you do with him, and there’s a joy in knowing that he’s sharing something he enjoys with you. You only have to ask, and he’ll happily go on at length about the repairs he’s done to the car you’re in, or tell you stories about driving around the country on tour in years past.

Which is why you can’t help but fall asleep for a bit, only waking up at the feeling of his hand in between your legs, and his lips on yours.

“Sorry to wake you,” he smiles. “If you’d rather I get us back on the road,  I can. It won’t hurt me to wait.”

“You found a place?”

He nods, and points out the window to the empty driveway in front of what looks to be an abandoned house, with boarded over windows. “Might be haunted, but you don’t mind if a ghost watches us fuck, right? If you had to choose, cow versus a ghost as a voyeur?”

You break into giggles and move away from him to stretch as best you can. “I suppose I’d choose a ghost. But no one’s here, right?”

Roger shrugs. “Far as I can tell. Drove us all the way down this driveway and onto some of the roads into the back fields, and didn’t see anyone. Not any other vehicles, nothing.”

“Good,” you smile and reach to open your door, but he stops you.

“I don’t know that we need the backseat,” he says, and leans back as he moves the driver’s seat as far back as it can go.

Even more tempting than the backseat is his lap, and you kick off your shoes, slip out of your trousers and pants as quickly as you can manage, watching as he undoes the button of his jeans and moves them down enough to free his cock and balls.

There are condoms in the glove compartment, and you pass one over to him, waiting until it’s on and he’s nodded for you to climb onto him.

You aren’t wet enough to slip him inside yet, but you know it won’t be long with your smaller cock rubbing up against his. His lips are soft and warm against yours, and even with heat behind them, he still makes each kiss feel like the sweetest thing.

His hands travel, finally settling on your ass, helping you settle into a comfortable rhythm with your hips rocking against him.

“What if someone was watching?” he murmurs in between kisses. “What would you think of that, just out of curiosity?”

“If I knew there would somehow be no consequences for it?” you reply. “Then it would be hot as fuck. Bonus points if it’s someone we’d want to be watching.”

He smiles against your lips in another kiss, moving into a whine as you grind down slightly harder on his cock.

Time fades away for awhile, and there’s only you and him. It comes back when your knees start to ache some, and you both quickly move out of the car, only to climb into the backseat instead. You on your back, Roger gently laying on top of you, his cock finally slipping inside.

Immediately, his head drops to your shoulder, and he groans.

“I did say five minutes,” you joke. “And if you count all the making out, then we’re well past that.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “But I didn’t really want to come right away. Give me a moment.”

“Of course,” you smile and hug him close.

For the first few moments, it’s fine. You like the feeling of him inside of you, and it’s all delightfully warm and comfortable.

He picks his head up and gives you a shit-eating grin as you squirm underneath him. “Not yet.”

“You ass.”

He kisses you gently. “Yeah. But you love the anticipation, don’t you?”

You do, truthfully. It’s been a game before; sitting in Roger’s lap in bed, his cock hard inside of you, but no movement. Not right away, at least. On the days there’s decent time, you both prolong it as long as possible, with Roger occasionally reading from whatever book he’s on to keep you both restrained.

But you’ve been teased for essentially two days, and waiting isn’t the name of the game anymore.

“Please,” you beg with a smile, and focusing on tightening yourself around him.

He smirks and finally moves his hips.

If there was anyone watching, they’d certainly be able to hear you now as well.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” he laughs and kisses you in between your moans and whines. “That’s adorable.”

“Don’t tease,” you sigh and reach your hands down to his hips, letting them rest there as he thrusts.

“I mean it,” he replies, sighing happily himself as you move your hips to meet his. “I always like seeing you happy, you know? But moments like this...you aren’t holding anything back. You’re gorgeous.”

He leans down to kiss you again, and you feel tears hit your face as he does.

“Don’t you start,” you say, tears already prickling at your eyes. “Or I’ll start.”

“Can you blame me?” Roger’s hips are moving slightly more erratically now, you know he’s close, but you aren’t far off yourself. “I’ve got the most handsome, kindest, dearest man in the world, and he’s all mine. If I can’t cry happy tears over that, then I don’t know when I’m allowed to cry.”

“I can’t,” you reply, looping your legs around him, wanting him as close as humanly possible. “But then you can’t blame me for crying over the same.”

There’s no more talking after that, only the two of you, and the last few movements of your hips against each other. You try to hold off, to wait for him, but after a particularly deep kiss that leaves him moaning into your mouth, you’re gone. 

You don’t intend on pulling his hair or scratching down his (thankfully covered by his shirt and jacket) back, but in the moment, you can’t help it. 

That’s all it takes to set him off, murmuring your name in your ear, rutting against you roughly as he comes. 

“Fucking hell,” he mutters a few minutes later, breathing hard, his cock softening inside of you. “I get it now. The appeal of fucking in the car, why you wanted this so badly. Shall we start scheduling this regularly? I think we ought to.” 

You giggle and press soft kisses to the side of his face. “Sure. We can start with another stop on the way back home from Hull.” 

“We still have to make it to Hull!” 

“Which is what, another two hours away? And they do recommend we stop after each hour of the trip for a break; don’t the experts say that?” you tease. 

“That they do.” 

He smiles and eases up off and out of you, quickly disposing of the condom into an extra empty bag on the floor of the backseat and tucking himself back into his pants. After his jeans are sitting back on his hips and buttoned, he retrieves your pants and trousers from the front seat and tosses them back to you. 

“Mind if I lean on you again?” you ask as you climb over into the passenger seat again. He’s already back in the driver’s seat, sunglasses snagged from the center console and covering his pretty blue eyes. 

“’Course not,” he smiles and pats his shoulder. 

He doesn’t start the car until you’re comfortable against him, and even then, he’s careful as he slowly backs the car out and down the long gravel driveway. 

Once you’re back on paved road, a hand wanders again. This time, to hold one of yours. 

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this just in: ru is gay and I love her HHDGSHHDDL THAnk u sm homie I cri,,, ❤️❤️

1) of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?Hmm… probably all my colors? Like, there’s a lot I’d like to go back and change, but at the end of the day it was my baby for a good two plus years and there’s a lot of personal stuff sprinkled in there. It kinda shows my emotional progression throughout high school in the story, and while that’s def not why I wrote it, it’s cool to go back and look at it sometimes to see the things I used to say/think about. Plus it’s one of the only massive projects of mine that I’ve actually completed, lol.

Also I have a lot of love for amc just bc it’s so… different, I guess? Like, I’ve never really seen something like it fleshed out into a full-length story, especially not with silver and blaze. And the fact that it rlly touched several ppl and got them rlly into it… that makes me feel kinda accomplished when I’m not being a self-deprecating prick lmao. I rlly rlly wanted it to be my first fic to get to 100 reviews for a reason!

2) favorite tense (past/present/future)Definitely past, I tried present with the unforgiven and it just made it frustrating to write, lmao.

3) favorite POV (first/second/third/etc)I prefer writing in first person, actually. I think it simplifies things for both the writer and reader, and I’ve always found a lot more freedom to be creative when I write in first person.

4) what are some themes you love writing about?Lmao well, obviously romance is priority one for me, so most of my themes stem from that. I rlly love writing about class struggle tho, whether it’s someone low who’s aiming high or a noble who isn’t satisfied with such a high class. Morality also comes up a lot in my writing, I guess; tryna figure out what the right thing to do is, tryna figure out if this character actually did the best thing, all that good stuff!

5) what inspires you to write?Definitely music… sometimes I’ll stray from it and pick up some inspo from movies/stories/etc, but 99% of the time I’ll be listening to a song and suddenly come up w a fic idea from it lmao.

6) thoughts on critiqueI encourage it!! bc I think it’s the only real way to improve. Sometimes it can make me feel bad if I’m in one of those rlly shitty self-deprecation ruts, but still I usually get over it soon even when I’m like that. I know it’s for the better, and I appreciate everyone who’s ever been kind enough, and cared enough abt my writing to give me critique!

7) create a character on the spot…. NOW!UMMMM OKIE,,, what abt a snow leopard named Kyra… she likes to sit around n read n eat noodles… her main hobby other than reading is dancing. she’s v shy but she loves her close friends n BAM I just made her gay. She’s a lesbian, harold.

8) is there a character you love writing for the most? the least? why?Most - probably silver… his personality is always one I’ve gotten a lot of joy out of writing. He’s basically a walking contradiction, lmfao. He’s also pretty easy for me to self-project onto, idk why. Least - I’m gonna say amy for this one, just because it’s been hard for me to focus on more than one aspect of her personality and flesh all of it out. Plus amy is a somewhat overused character lol, I get a lot more fun out of writing blaze/tikal/others when I need a female role, even if it’s something simple

9) a passage from a WIPOh u kno I gotta dip into royalty au for this one 👀

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It was nearly a fortnight before any word was received from King Pyrus. It came in the form of a small parcel addressed to Blaze, which held a note inside for her. The young princess jumped at the feet of the servant who had brought it in, and once it was lowered into her hands, she hurried to her chamber. Once there, she closed the door behind her and jumped on her bed, unable to contain her excitement. With a careful claw and an eager expression, she tore the parcel’s paper away. Before looking at what it contained, she snatched the note from her father, and brought it to her face. It read:

My Little Flame,

I am sorry I could not write to you sooner. I remain busy, but I finally began exploring, and I found something I think you will simply adore. It is a traditional robe (I believe it is called a kimono) from here in the Eastern Isles. It is just as beautiful as the land, and just as special as you are to I, my dear. We must make plans to bring you here one day, it astounds me each time.

Do not fret about the ongoings in the world, how ever much you have heard. Kiniti watches over us at all times, and she will ensure peace among all kinetics. Hopefully, I will depart in the coming few days, and we will see one another soon.

With love,Father Flame

Blaze, of course, merely skimmed over the second half of the note as a formality. She laid the message aside, and her jaw dropped once she held the kimono out. It was a beautiful shade of dark purple, with an equally enchanting design. Trails of dainty cherry blossoms sat on rugged branches, which climbed up either side of the robe. The silk seemed to melt between Blaze’s fingers; it was the softest material she had ever felt. She rubbed one of the sleeves against her cheek, and purred into it. When she turned the robe over, she gasped. A large, pink bow was already tied at the back, as if it had been made just for her. She slipped the kimono over her shoulders, and although the sleeves hung low over her arms, the length was just right. Blaze tied the pieces of ribbon at her waist, just as Pyrus had taught her, and words could never express how delighted she was with the gift. She could not wait to show her father once he returned.

As Blaze was fitting her tail through the bow on her back, Baxton entered the room. Whenever Pyrus was absent, it was usually Baxton who took up the king’s general duties. He signed letters, addressed the people, attended court; it kept him quite busy. The only responsibility he didn’t inherit was any control of he army - the sole post he would be familiar with. Quite the chore it was, but Baxton was always fond of his temporary sovereign role. At least in terms of the power he held, that is. In fact, Blaze assumed that he had been yelling at some servants not too long ago, judging by his flushed face.

The elder cat scratched his head. “Princess, did the king leave a letter?”

Blaze pointed to the note on her bed. Baxton scurried to it, and frowned as he glanced over the elegant handwriting. “Is this it?” he quizzed.

The princess nodded, and held her arms out with a smile. “Look, Baxi! Look at what father sent me!”

Blaze couldn’t quite tell what Baxton’s expression conveyed, but it was something between a smile and a scowl. The note crumpled in a quick motion from Baxton’s fist, and was thrown back onto the bed cover. Blaze didn’t think much of this as Baxton hurried out, and she walked to her mirror to admire the kimono again.

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10) what are your strengths wrt writing?Hmm… I get a lot of ppl saying that I’m pretty eloquent when it comes to phrasing/word choices? I’m constantly tinkering with how things are said, even up until like 30 seconds before I publish smth lmao. I also like to think I never just string sentences together and leave it at that when I’m narrating, I pay a lot of attention to how different sentences/phrases flow together.

11) what are your weaknesses wrt writing?My main weakness would probably be going overboard on all the little things, like how a sentence sounds or flows and stuff like that. I end up being a perfectionist with it, and sometimes when I’m crafting/changing phrases around, I end up with a sentence that kinda drags on or tries to do too much.

12) what’s your favorite place for writing resources?Tumblr’s pretty good for me, actually. I rarely ever seek out resources, but I do reblog a lot of them that come to me here and they’ve been very useful to me in the past.

13) who are your favorite writers?Ok first off binch u@aurora-boring-alis (FF: aurora-boring-alis) Then my other peeps who also make the quality goodness™™ I can’t get enough of (some fanfic accounts more active than others)@maliwarm (FF: biteworsethanbark) @lordoftheghostking28 (FF: lordoftheghostking28) @weezernaut (FF: space mercutio)@ebachan (wattpad: witto150)

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Paralysis

A note that the very beginning of this, the sleep paralysis episode is based on one I had myself this week, that I’m hoping writing out here via Snafu will help me work past. But it is a TW for something like sexual violence, I guess? It was a weird thing and it’s hard to explain. If anything like that isn’t your jam, I’d say skip this one. If you do read it and have ideas for any other tw I should mark on this fic as a result, please let me know. I’m too close to the experience to figure it out myself, I guess lmao. I tried to make clear how it feels during and after, at least for me. We’ll see how well I did at that. The only big difference is I don’t have a cute boy to help me deal with an episode of it lol. 

This is also combined with the idea I mentioned briefly in that other post today. I still didn’t like how the original idea didn’t vibe with the boys exactly, so I sort of redid it so it works for them, and I think I’ll have to do a reader insert fic for the full original idea later. 

But hopefully this version of it gets across the main thread of the original idea, and y’all like it. It isn’t particularly long, but I’ve been struggling to finish fic rn, so gotta take what I can make happen lol.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

He could usually shake out of it, after a bit. Even when it felt this real. 

Eugene at his side in the bed (but hadn’t he fallen asleep in the living room, on the couch? Never mind it now) hands everywhere, lips at his neck. He didn’t remember coming to bed, or when he’d woken Eugene, or when it had turned from sweet sleepy affection to rough sex, but rough it was. And it was good, even so, he was so close, but-

“Gene, little slower.” 

Nothing except lips back at his neck, bruising hard now, enough to make him wince. 

“Eugene, baby. Calm down a little, okay?” 

Still nothing, but the nip of teeth at his neck and shoulders, harder than Eugene had ever done it before, and his orgasm slipped away at the pain of it.

And then it dawned. 

This wasn’t Eugene, and suddenly the little voice that had been fighting to scream, Eugene’s voice, came through: “That isn’t me! That isn’t me, Snaf!” 

And he turned back to look to what had been Eugene, and the face was close but the jaw was too extended, like a wolf, and that jaw opened and he could feel it clamp down, all the while he begged for it all to slow, to stop, to be able to move at least-

He was completely awake then, in the living room, on the couch, not moved an inch since he’d first laid down. Eugene was nowhere in sight, and the house was dark. 

He couldn’t explain why he went outside then, forewent his shoes and keys, across the lawn and out onto the gravel road. He didn’t know where he was going, but the house didn’t feel safe, nowhere felt safe, surely it had been fake, but those teeth had felt so real and his body ached and if he hurt then maybe, just maybe-

“Snaf?” 

He was maybe a hundred feet from the house, and there was Gene, running after him, robe fluttering in the breeze. 

“What are doing out here? I heard the door open...” 

He fought for words, for something, but had nothing. It all felt too real, too fake, all at once. If he moved too fast, he might shimmer right through the road, through the world, to where, he didn’t know. Was he even awake, really? How could he know?

“Another episode? You wanna talk about it?” 

This was Eugene. He was real. He had to be. His face was fine, normal, no distended, extended jaw, with teeth that pierced and ripped and burned as they bit and-

“Let me help you back inside,” and Eugene’s hand was solid, and real, and warm on his arm and had it been this cold outside the whole time? “Come on. Your feet are filthy, why didn’t you grab your shoes?” 

He let Eugene lead him back, slow, over the gravel and then the grass, onto the mat inside just in front of their front door. 

“Stupid question, right? I know you don’t really think about that stuff, right afterwards. You probably don’t even feel awake yet, huh?”

He managed a nod.

“That’s okay. You stay there, I’m gonna go grab something to clean you up. Can’t have you dragging dirt all over the house.” 

And he stood in the darkened house, and he considered shutting the door behind him since he could move now, and he found he couldn’t bring himself to make a single move. Just in case. Just in case the feeling of eyes on him constantly, since he’d apparently woken was real, and it knew where he was, but maybe in the dark it couldn’t find him, and-

“Shit, this one hit you hard, didn’t it? You look...gone. Spaced out. You okay?” 

“No,” and his voice shuddered, but it sounded like him at least, that’s reassuring enough. “Don’t feel real yet.” 

Eugene nodded. “We’ll get you cleaned up. That’ll help.” 

He forgot how light he was to Eugene, until moments like this. Eugene picked up in one fell swoop, moved him over to the couch, laid out a towel on the carpet so he could set down his feet. One small washbasin full of warm water at his knees as Eugene knelt down, another empty to hold the used rags. 

Or usually, it would have been rags. Eugene, for whatever reason, had grabbed the nicer washcloths this time. 

Maybe it was just the oddness of it all, the struggle to feel truly awake and real and like he was really himself, and Eugene was really himself, but each motion was the softest tension. 

The warmth of the water helped, it couldn’t feel that good if it wasn’t real. So did Eugene’s hands, the gentle way he moved the cloth over his feet, washing away dirt and the smaller bits of gravel that had tried to worm their way into his skin. The pain of that came through now, slight though it was, and Eugene stopped when he winced. 

“You’re okay,” he murmured, getting up just enough so he could kiss Snafu gently. 

It made him shiver, but it was another moment of reassurance. No roughness. No sharpened teeth. No whatever that thing in his head had been.

Just Eugene.

With his careful hands, and soft hair that brushed up against Snafu’s torso as he moved closer, settling each of Snafu’s feet into his lap in turns as he scrubbed away the last of the most stubborn bits of gravel. 

He wasn’t a religious man, not really, but when Eugene looked up at him then, drying his feet with another washcloth, he thought he just might understand truly, fully, what ‘holy’ meant. 

It was in Eugene’s eyes, in the way he wrapped an arm around Snafu after putting away the cloths and washbasins, and led him upstairs. 

It was in the fingers that plucked at the buttons of his shirt, that ran across his chest once said shirt was on the floor, that pulled open the button of his trousers. 

It was in his lips that made their way up from Snafu’s chest and neck to his face, in the way his legs intertwined with Snafu’s. In the way he didn’t have to tell Eugene all of it right away, yet Eugene somehow knew not to take it further than the roaming hands, the rutting hips. Even when it grew more urgent, when it was hard to keep the pace, not to move faster, harsher, Eugene was still so careful, so gentle, sweet like summer rain. 

It wasn’t anything ground-shaking, but it was warm and comfortable and a breaking of it, whatever had kept him from feeling properly awake, when he came, and Eugene right after him, both of them marked across their stomachs by it. 

“You tired again?” Eugene asked. 

Snafu tried and failed to fight back a yawn. This was how it always was after, once he finally broke the odd unreal sensation after an episode, finally the exhaustion would descend back on him as if he hadn’t slept that night at all. 

Eugene just giggled. “You stay put. I’ll clean us up. You sleep.” 

“No, I can help,” Snafu started, but another yawn interrupted him.

“Sleep,” Eugene instructed with a smile and a kiss as he climbed over Snafu and out of the bed. “I’ll be right back. No more episodes tonight, okay? No more fear. You’re safe.” 

And he was, and the sensation of it was such a sharp contrast to how he’d felt earlier in the night that it made it all the more easy to fall asleep, like a lullaby that didn’t need to be sung, but just floated on the air whenever Eugene was around. 

Which made him perfectly happy not to move too much, once Eugene had cleaned them up and was back in bed beside him, curled against his side. His man (truly his man, for sure this time) slept contently in his arms, and he could finally sleep again.