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[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

I'm on a fanfic roll recently!!!

Go read transgender monkie kid

[demonzoro]

"Out of a pure, burning sort of desire, he drew his fingers through the air and whispered a spell. Crimson sparks issued from his skin, rising into the air before coalescing into the loose shape of a butterfly."

drew a small moment from more than a portion of night by @theroyalsavage that i could picture so vividly. the whole fic is a beautifully written fantasy prince sanji au that you should definitely check out!

[bruisedboys]

🍓 — send in a character + a dialogue prompt for a blurb!

“you can kiss me, you know” with lil baby eddie munson <33

summary: eddie kisses shy!you when he gets back from band practice

shy!gn!reader 0.7k words

Eddie comes home from band practice to find you fast asleep on his bed. Your hair is splayed out across his pillows, your shirt rides up your back, exposing a sliver of skin, and your arm dangles over the edge of the bed.

Eddie feels, for a moment, like all the breath has been knocked out of his chest. There you are, so pretty, so lovely, fast asleep on his bed in his room. He stands in the doorway and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.

When his heart’s stopped racing he moves to put his stuff down, hanging his guitar on the wall next to his mirror and shrugging out of his jacket, throwing it over his desk chair. He’s quiet with his movements but you stir anyway. Eddie freezes, but it’s too late, you’re already awake.

You lift your head off the pillows and blink blearily until your eyes land on Eddie.

“Eddie,” you say, voice raspy but no less sweet than usual.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, rushed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, if you want to.”

You shake your head and it’s maybe the cutest thing Eddie’s ever seen. Your hair is all rumpled and you’ve got a sleepy pout on your lips.

“No. It’s okay, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, anyway.” You sit up all the way and tuck your hair behind your ears, cross your legs underneath yourself and look at Eddie expectantly. “How was band?”

Eddie has to take a moment to compose himself, to force his breaths to stop coming in so fast. Something about you, all lovely and homey and adorable sitting in his bed, is really messing with his heart. In a good way.

“It was good,” he says, his voice comes out sounding strained. He clears his throat and tries again. “It was good, thanks for asking, lovely. What did you do while I was gone?”

You shrug. “Read my book. Fell asleep. It was boring without you.”

Eddie thinks his heart does a triple backflip. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at your words and your shy smile.

“Is that so?” He asks, trying to sound as cool and collected as he can when he’s the total opposite.

It works. You go all shy, dipping your head to stare at your knees. It’s adorable. Eddie can’t take it any longer, he strides across the room and closes the gap between you, his knees pressing into the edge of the bed.

He gets a hand under your chin and encourages your head up, lifting until you’re looking at him, your jaw cupped in his hand. You’re somehow even prettier up close. Eddie grins.

“I missed you,” he says, because he did, and if he doesn’t tell you he might burst.

You positively beam. Your cheeks go all plump and flushed and your eyes crinkle at the corners. Eddie thinks his heart misses a few crucial beats.

“I missed you too,” you say softly.

Eddie’s eyes are drawn to your lips. It was inevitable. Your mouth is moving around your words, so why shouldn’t he look? He thinks you’ve caught him looking because you flush all over again.

“Eddie,” you say, a little chiding, a lot fond. You look like you’re trying very hard not to smile. “You can kiss me, you know.”

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends at the waist to kiss you, his knees pressing into the bed and his free hand moving to brace himself on the mattress next to your hip. His mouth meets yours in a chaste kiss, one that has his heart pounding, though he’s not sure it’s going quite as fast as yours. His hand slips to your neck and his thumb brushes your pulse point. It’s racing.

He pulls back to spare both your hearts and you’re smiling when he does. Eddie moves back swiftly, lest he start kissing you until you can’t breathe. He can’t have that.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, because he’s feeling too much for you and it’s overwhelming. A distraction is very necessary. “We can go to McDonald’s, maybe?“

You smile and nod. “Okay,” you say, then, mischievously, “I’m paying.”

Eddie fakes a glare at you. You’re always offering to pay. He thought it was supposed to be the boyfriend’s job to pay for things. Then again, he’s not exactly in the habit of saying no to you. His glare turns into a fond smile very quickly.

“Whatever you want, angel.”

.

[faeriecinna]

I have been WRESTLING with writers block this past week. I mean, I must have stared blankly at my damn laptop screen for like 24 hours combined and wrote about 6 words. Today I thought "fuck it" and decided to try writing with pen and paper again like I'm sat at the back of my highschool geography class co-writing fanfic with my sister and I just WROTE THE WHOLE ASS CHAPTER THATS BEEN BOTHERING ME THIS ENTIRE TIME?????

Science side of Tumblr explain this sorcery

[mci-writing]

heyy~ may i habe, hcs nsfw of senku, tsukasa, and gen fucking their s/o in the kitchen? like senku you guys fucked up something and waiting on an order, tsukasa takes you while youre making breakfast or something, and gen uses cream from a pastry youre making to lick it off your body? thank you ily i hope i did this right lol.

This has been years in the making, huh?

Sexy Kitchen Times (w/ Senku Ishigami, Tsukasa Shishiou, and Gen Asagiri):

TW: smut, modern/no petrification/post petrification au, small bit of bondage in Gen's part (he ties reader's wrists to the bedpost), no beta whoops, overstim in Senku's part, Tsukasa fucks his s/o next to a still hot stove 🤷🏾‍♀️

Ishigami Senku:

You had tried warning him from the get-go that substituting the recipe's ingredients with chemicals from his lab would be a horrible idea (esp when he pulled his Bunsen Burner seemingly out of thin air), but nooo he wanted you to trust the science process bc he was more than 1 billion percent sure it would work

Now you were standing in the middle of a nearly destroyed kitchen while ordering from the noodle place down the block, sending your lover a glare he knows a little too well when science experiments that involve you go horribly wrong

He hugs you from behind after cleaning up most of the mess, burying his face in your neck as he pulls you closer to him

This was what your friends deemed the affection maneuver, a move Senku only makes when he knows he might be sleeping on the couch for the night

"Y'know, it's so sexy when you get mad like this, dragonfruit" He'll teasingly whisper along the shell of your ear, pressing soft kisses into your skin while his fingers rub sensual circles into your hips

And for the moment, you completely forget about the kitchen debacle when his lips meet yours, turning you in his hold and helping you settle on the counter. He tugs your top off between kisses, nipping at whatever skin he can reach while his one of his hands happily move to fondle your chest

And, like always, it ends with you riding his cock (bc his stamina maxed out smh), your hands gripping onto his thighs for dear life as his tip nudges at a certain sensitive spot while he times the delivery guy through calculating the speed of your rocking and the pitch of your moans, who is definitely 10 minutes late this time

Your brain is mush by the time the food does get there, Senku happily coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you with a sweet "Just one more? So I can make it up to you?". It's the closest he can get to you forgetting the whole conundrum and he gets to watch your face shift in overstimulated pleasure

He does still sleep on the couch later that night, but it's only for a couple minutes before you cave and make him eat you out as payback (which you both know is just going to lead to a round of competitive sex, but I'll mind my best)

Asagiri Gen:

You'd already had an idea this would happen when Gen kept making innuendos about the glaze you'd made for your donuts earlier in the day, but a part of you wasn't really taking his words seriously until he'd told you to wait on the bed

I mean, you couldn't really go anywhere with your wrists tied to the bedpost, but you could hear the small happy pep in his step as he made his way back to you with the icing bag nuzzled snuggly in his hold

"Baby, look what I've got," He eagerly coos as he towers over your body, setting his knee beside you as he slides in closer on the bed. He holds the tip over your lips, squeezing enough for a little bit of the sweet concoction to spill out.

After your tongue swipes the small bit away, he gets to work setting a small dollop on each of your sensitive parts, stopping to admire his work once he finishes

He ensures that you've been licked clean of any stick sweet residue by the time he's finished, keeping track that you're thoroughly prepped before nestling into your welcoming heat

And he happily covers certain areas of your body with the cream again before fully allowing himself to go to town, enjoying the way his cum mixes with the sugary substance on your skin

Shishio Tsukasa:

"Ts-Tsukasa..." You manage out in an airy tone, tightly gripping the counter as the head of his cock nudges at your entrance. The small sounds you make as he pushes the head all the way in only make him smirk

He leans forward as he pushes fully inside, taking the time to cut the stove off before his hand softly grips your hips and drags you back against him.

"You shouldn't have teased me so much," He softly states into your ear, tugging on the lower back tie of your apron so it hangs freely from your body by the tie around your neck. His right-hand moves to grab at the plush fat of your ass, a smack sounding as he brings his heavy palm down and squeezes as soon as he gets a good grip on it

He easily slides in and out from the perfect combination of spit and lube, the tight hold on your hip allowing him to push and pull against you as he pleases

Each spill of his name from your lips only encourages him to go faster, the breakfast you'd been hard at work creating forgotten with each deep thrust he made inside, stars clouding your mind

[needle-noggins]

Where do your roots start

And where do your roots end?

Something about seeing only the worst of yourself in the mirror. Something violent and terrifying, but knowing you only grew that violence in response to violence against you. Knowing your power comes from a place of trauma, something you don’t remember but wish had never happened. But it did, and here you are. There’s something new in you that isn’t the you that you understand and you wish it wasn’t but it is. Violence begets violence and you are unable to control what grows from the seeds that were planted. So you have to live with it and try not to let that violence spread.

You’ve already failed once.

And you see it every time you look in the damn mirror.

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For Body Horror Week’s final day, prompt: Roots by In This Moment

[thefirstknife]

Got the first two little grimoires that you can collect in the Hall of Champions. It's a lore book called "To Old Friends." First two pages:

Feelings about these old Titan dads. Man.

Hello. Sav writing to Eris?

[cowboybrunch]

"would you peel an orange for me" and "would you still love me if i was a worm" are the same question

would you love me needy? would you love me helpless? would you be kind to me and expect nothing in return? if i couldn't speak or hold your hand or do the dishes, would you still be gentle with me? would you wash my hair? would you resent me? would i be a burden to you? am i a burden to you now? and if i am, are you willing to shoulder it? can i rely on you? do you love me? do you love me?

[savage-scarcity]

Personal head cannon that Konohamaru is kinda what kakashi was to Kushina. Like you can’t tell me Naruto doesn’t send him OFTEN to go check up on Hinata “discretely” when she’s pregnant and she OFC knows he’s there so after a while she just starts to acknowledge him more and more. Pretty soon konohamaru is looking forward to his time spent with Hinata because she’s just so goddamn sweet and kind.

[purplecarseat]

So on the one hand I know nonhumans are not the most ideal aro/ace representation (when they count at all) because historically that’s all the representation we’ve gotten and we need more regular humans and not just Data etc etc. I know that. But.

every time I see a guy that is

- from space

- a robot

- mysterious third thing

I immediately go oh!! They are like me!

[binbrick]

accidentally remembered "niall loved declan, and declan loved ronan. so ronan lived." and started sobbing in the shower

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Greet The New Day

Billy cleared his throat, clicking on the camera. It took him so long to work up the courage to even pull out the camera. He'd bought one, when he'd gotten the new lair, to do blogs with, but…

"So, it's been a while." He stared at the camera, letting out a long sigh through his nose.

Jeez, Billy, get it together!

He cleared his throat again, "As you all must know, I've been inducted into the ELE for… two years now. Time sure does fly when you're… being evil."

"Whatever," he pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, like how he used to wear them, before. Before the end of the earth. "More importantly, I have something to show you. The only reason I'm picking up the camera again, really."

"My house has been invaded." He leaned into the camera, "I was on my way home after one of my most successful heists, I'm sure you all know about the recent robbery of every major bank in the US at once! Some of my best work, really, it took weeks to set up- but that's not what this is about."

"As I said, I was on my walk home-"

There was a snuffling from the door to his lab. Billy paused.

"I was using one of the main gaits of terrestrial locomotion among legged animals to get home after a most successful heist! When something hijacked my way home. It wouldn't leave me alone all the way up to my lab- the fancy new one the ELE gave me, yeah- on the note of that, some of you may know but I've perfected the laugh! The only reason you'd know is if you got to see me in person or because of videos on YouTube- which is so disrespectful, by the way! I'm doing an art when I'm doing a heist, and if you're just sitting there taking a video and not appreciating it? Like, I'm working for social change and you're on your phone!"

"But whatevs, I guess. Anyway, the laugh:"

He swallowed, taking a breath before letting out an evil cackle fitting of a member of the Evil League of Evil: "MWUH-HA-HAHA-HAHAHA!"

and then the door to his lab burst open with an excited Bark! Bark! Bark!

Billy didn't get a chance to react before he was being pushed to the side and a black, white, and brown blur was jumping up onto his table and licking his face with a big blue tongue.

"Haha- Wait! Nickel- Nickel, down-" Billy protested in vain, getting a face full of excited dog. He couldn't stop the peals of laughter as Nickel jumped into his lap to get a better vantage point. Nickel's tail was wagging so hard it knocked over the unfinished rays on his desk.

"Nickel! Down!" Billy finally managed to pry off the dog, getting a clumsy boof sound in response.

"Meet my home invader." Billy rubbed his face on his sleeve, trying to get rid of the dog spit, "He's made himself a home here, the fiend, and so I have decided to call upon my watchers to help me give him an alias! I can't be calling him his name in front of heroes, after all."

"I'll be checking my emails again after this goes up, but only for an hour. Don't waste my time."

"Peace! But, not literally." He gave the camera his lopsided peace sign around Nickel, who wagged his tail at the movement.

[savnofilter]

you and touya todoroki's marriage was starting to slip off the deep end and it wasnt until you decided that things werent working out for you. he had been more distant and busy, and at first you understand. it wasnt easy being an heir but that doesnt mean that forgetting your existence was on the table. when he's finally sent the papers, he feels blindsided.

that night he comes home and wakes you up from your sleep just to remind you how much he loves you. promises that he'll never forget an anniversary or a birthday again. the way he touches you like he never forgot a spot on your body, effortlessly evoking arousal into your body, and how much you missed his presence and scent overwhelming you again. you try your best not to fall into his charms but that's how you got into this marriage, no?

[scarletfish]

the first chapter of my andreil time-travel au is up on ao3!

it's vaguely Life is Strange-inspired (but will still make sense if you've never played the game!). Also featuring Jean/Nathaniel, Raven!Renee, and a few other surprises to come :)

link below (and maybe hit me up if you're down to beta read?) you'll echo down the hallways, 4.6k words, summary:

“Give him back,” the man growls. For all intents and purposes, Nathaniel is looking at himself. It’s like looking in a mirror if your reflection was trying to kill you. This is what he gets for messing around with time. "What?" he stalls. “You know what I’m talking about.” Other Nathaniel jabs a finger at his temple. “I remember you. Whatever you did, undo it. Give Andrew back,” he snarls, adding, “And Renee too, while you’re fucking at it.”

[faeriecinna]

And so it has begun....

Research: Initiated

Search History: Questionable

New WIP: Officially underway

Project.Claw, please be kind to me lmao

[patchworkgargoyle]

Editor Eddie

Did I write this solely because of the pun? Yes. It was, however, inspired by me wearing my Hellfire shirt and getting ready to sit down and beta a Steddie fic, as well as @inairbinad's Petals in a Storm (which people should go read).

Anyway, here's some extremely fluffy and domestic older!Steddie, with Eddie as a genre fiction/horror editor, in 735 words! Extremely brief and vague mention of a monster eating something's guts.

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Red-marked pages lay scattered everywhere, solely illuminated by the hulking, faintly buzzing computer monitor that took up a good half of Eddie’s desk. Lips pursed and eyes narrowed, he held up a sheaf of papers with one hand, the other holding his pen to his mouth while he gnawed on the end. He distantly thought that if he kept chewing the pen might break and he’d look much like the monster currently being described in the chapter before him, red dripping down its chin. It was the third time the author had used the word ‘viscera’ in the same paragraph, and while pens didn’t have guts he knew that the ink would probably taste just as bad as that would. But as the monster was, apparently, ‘gleefully gorging’ on the aforementioned viscera, it probably wouldn’t agree.

He put the pages back down on the pile in front of him and scribbled out a few notes – “less viscera, more… entrails, gore, innards perhaps!” – then hunched over the words to continue reading about how the creature turned its horrifying visage towards the protagonist.

Editing was, mostly, the best job Eddie's ever had. Sure, it could be a slog to wade through a sea of purple literary prose or a desert of adjective-less, action-less nonfiction. Those were part of the job (though he’d grown enough to admit that sometimes he found gems even outside his beloved genre fiction tastes), and something he had to endure before he could climb his way to the fiction department. This, though, a carnage-filled horror romp? This was his bread and butter, his home away from home, his shit. Hell, it had been his life once upon a time. Getting to help up-and-coming authors improve their craft with his own love of storytelling and his lived, horrific experiences was awesome. It was one of the things that made March of ‘86 worth the terror and pain and scars.

Eddie was still slouched over the chapter, making note of a few misspellings, and so fully absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear the door to the office creak open. Hadn’t even heard the knock that preceded it. What he did notice was the plate being slid directly on top of the paper, a flaky croissant placed right in the centre, and Eddie suddenly realised he was really fucking hungry.

“How’s my favourite Eddie-tor doing?” Steve asked.

Eddie’s head fell back with the weight of the agony the pun caused and heard a few vertebrae pop. Glaring, he said, “That pun wasn’t funny the first fifty times you said it, sweetheart.”

“I haven’t said it that much.” Despite his defensiveness, Steve still looked entirely too amused at himself, smirking down at Eddie. The hallway light backlit him, casting him in a near halo of soft warmth, contrasted by the pale glare of the computer screen that highlighted his face and caught on the few grey hairs beginning to show. 

Steve was gorgeous still, maybe even more so after over two decades together. Worry lines and laugh lines alike brought a kind of charm and dignity to his face, and just the sight of those silvery strands in his hair always got Eddie feeling emotional. They were proof they’d survived. That it was over. That they could grow old, safely and with each other. He called them mithril just to see Steve’s nose scrunch and eyes roll at his references. 

“Okay,” Eddie conceded, “maybe just forty times.”

Though he scoffed, Steve stepped closer and wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You’ve been locked away in here for five hours, babe, you should get up and stretch. Or at least turn on the light.”

“But overhead lights are the work of the devil, Steve, you know this. I can’t work under those conditions.” Eddie gave a shit-eating grin as Steve, with a deadpan expression, flicked on his desk lamp. “Oh yeah. Forgot that was there.” He had. Really.

“You’re so annoying,” Steve sighed, but Eddie saw the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You love it.”

The smile spread like the affection in Eddie’s chest at the sight. Steve bent down again, this time capturing Eddie’s lips in a sweet, slow, familiar kiss that made his toes curl just as much as any hungry, needy kiss would. Barely pulling back, Steve whispered, “Yeah. I do.”