#Skyee Writes

[kikohao]

hello mia! congrats on 100! here to participate in event 1 with seventeen. so im skye! i love to read, write and like doing creative things. i also like to occasionally bake/cook. im a quiet person, more introverted and a little shy. i'm more of a listener than a talker. i love and food and giving hugs to people i love (i think it's my second love language)

hope this was okay and enough 😭

i ship you with..

HOSHI!

with how you've described yourself, i ship you with hoshi! personally, i know you bias him, but he's just a great match 🤭

imagine; - having cute baking dates with hoshi omg, you'd attempt to follow a cookie/brownie recipe but hoshi ends up getting the both of you covered on flour or accidentally uses salt instead of sugar, bless him </3 - HUGS HUGS HUGS. - 3am convenience store runs with him - talker x listener, hoshi rambling about the most randomest of things that's been a minor inconvenience, gets even more hyped when he sees you nodding - game nights. TIGER HOSHI UNLEASHED.

tropes; introvert x extrovert, talker x listener, high school to college au where you meet each other in high school, but end up dating during college, friends to lovers

a/n ; thank you so muchh skyee <3

taglist ; @nonononranghaee @abodyhasbeenfound @staranghae @prpldahy @starshuas

send an ask to be added to my taglist!

100 event

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[lettersofsky]

Null

I like Horuss. He’s my favourite idiot mess.

He can have a bit of prose and musing about Void and what it means to have the entire basis of your existence destroyed. As a treat.

~

There was an odd kind of reassurance about Void.

It wanted Nothing and it wanted Everything. 

It wanted Everything to become Nothing. 

It wanted stagnation, unchanging stillness, and the unfaltering certainty that came with things hidden and kept in their quiet, ceaseless solitude.

Some found it overwhelming in its wants; in its desire for stillness and for things to hide away else they cause stirs in the tides, but Horuss found it relieving. Such large and absolute things could not be mistaken, could not be shifted and twisted into something completely different for him to struggle to understand. 

When Void requested his Everything in the tranquil darkness of the unmoving waters of the Land of Shores and Solitude, Horuss understood what it wanted, what it desired of him. 

He’d been so much once. So much potential, so much pride, so, so very much but now…

What good was a tool without purpose?

Without a task to complete, to be used for?

Was a tool anything if it wasn’t being used for what it had been designed for?

Was a ship truly a ship if it found itself stranded upon desert sands, no ocean, not even the hint of salt on the harsh, sun-heated winds to tell of waters nearby? Was it something else? Or was it nothing? Left to abandonment without a use to be put to?

What was Horuss without Beforus?

Did he still have a use, a purpose, to be put to?

Or was he nothing more than the sum of everything he’d been told was expected of him, left adrift with no real persona of his own to direct his life, now that the groundwork his existence had been based on was no more?

Beforus had had such strick commands for him, such rigid guidelines of what he should be doing to be useful to society else he risked being deemed a burden and in need of culling, a reality he had never wanted to come to pass, but one he had found himself in regardless.

Here in the Game, stuck alone on the LoSaS without a way off that he or his server player could find, he was listless. What good was anything he’d been encouraged to learn here? The skills and knowledge set required of a proper Beforus Indigo Blood Troll meant nothing here.

Poetry. Archery. Art of all kinds. Mechanics and engineering.

None of them mattered on LoSaS.

He didn’t matter on LoSaS, left alone to his own unshifting solitude.

There were times, few and far between when he was shaken from Void’s quiet, creeping grasp by one of the others wanting something of him. 

Rufioh wanting his attention as a distraction from the other’s expectations of him.

Kankri wanting to engage with someone willing to listen and speak with him instead of at him.

Or any of the others wanting him to create something to help them in their own quests.

At first, they’d been welcome distractions; tasks and things he’d jumped at the chance to be able to focus on, but as time dragged and he lost sense of its passing, Horuss only grew tired.

Things that had once captured his attention completely were now little more than drains on his existence, demanding his attention until they were done and the others no longer had any reason to interact with him again, leaving him to his seclusion.

Void had sapped him of his enjoyment, taken his joy for projects and working on making things and figuring out how they should work, and left him hollow without anything to fill the emptiness that had been left in its wake.

His love for his work wasn’t the only thing Void had slowly stripped from him, though how much of Horuss’ current struggles with Rufioh was because of the game they found themselves in, and how much was simply their own individual situations was up for debate.

Their… relationship had been nothing but trouble since its start, perhaps Rufioh’s distance was the Bronze finally realizing that he could do so much better than the sour, grumpy Indigo that barely knew how to communicate with anyone and only had his abilities to offer. Perhaps Rufioh had realized that his grievances with Megido were… no. 

No. Horuss may have been a number of things once, but someone that doubted everything Rufioh had ever told him was not one of them.

Besides, there were still times, as sparse and infrequent that they felt here, that Rufioh would message him, wanting to talk, to spend some kind of time together even if they hadn’t quite figured out how to see each other face to face yet.

Not that Horuss would ever want Rufioh to come here.

The Land of Shores and Solitude may have seemed kind, but they had a neutral malice about them; thieving, stealing lands that they were.

Horuss was still flushed for Rufioh, no matter how dulled and distant the emotions felt at times, he didn’t want the Bronze to have all he was, all he would ever be, gnawed away by the very Void that lurked beneath the still, fathomless depths of the waters, didn’t want to expose him to the secrets that would try to escape the waters only to wash up upon the shoreline; soaked but eager to share the knowledge that had been hidden for so long.

Kankri had suggested the washed-up items might have something to do with Horuss’ quests, the thing that was supposed to drive his progress through the game and hopefully deliver him a way to rejoin the others.

A sound deduction, Horuss had said as such when the other Troll had first stated it, contenting himself on the noticeable lift it had on Kankri’s word before that too was dulled by greys of every hue and saturation. 

He had hesitated to interact with them all the same.

They were things that belonged wholly and completely to the Void, the aching Nothingness that this planet was built on. To approach them, to touch them, and try to learn from them almost felt like trying to know the Void itself, inviting it to take more of his focus, his thoughts, his mind from him, and Horuss…

Some had theorized that it was in one’s understanding and perception of the world around them that consciousness was realized and fostered, that ego and persona rose into being and creation, that individuals truly came to exist.

What would Horuss be if he allowed the Void to have residence in his perception of the world?

If all his thoughts and knowledge revolved around things unknowable and unchanging? In stagnation and deep endless gray?

Would he even exist at all?

If he allowed Void to creep into what little parts of him still remained?

Or would it be as simple as taking a step off of the shore, returning the things steeped and drenched in Void back to the deep, crushing depths of Nothingness pushing in on all sides?

Would Horuss still be himself if he took the plunge?

Or would he be Void and Null?

…

There was only one way to find out.

The Void hardly released any knowledge that entered its grasp.

Why would this be different?

#Horuss Zahhak #Homestuck #Writing #Fanfic #Skyee Writes #Horuss

[laketaj24]

I kinda maybe have a lactation kink.... Could you do it with Henry Cavill please? I mean f you write for him.

Lactation Kink: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega! Reader

Authors Note: interestingly enough, this is a kink I’ve never written lol hope I done it some justice lol

Alpha!Henry x Omega!Reader

Alpha Henry’s entire goal was to get you pregnant with his pups, and now that the boy is here, he’s utterly fascinated with watching you with him

Henry particularly likes to see you doing the necessary mothering actions, breastfeeding included.

He’d stand at the door watching you sing to the little one, his eyes glowing amber as you continue with him. “Is he down?” He’d grumble, his voice low and primal.

“He is,” you smirk. You weren’t in heat just yet, you doubted you’d be for a few months with the boy around, but that didn’t stop Henry from wanting you. “You can’t wait a good hour, so we know he-.”

“No, I want you now.” And he did, his hard cock prods at you from the gym shorts while you can smell his arousal.

He’d be impatient, pulling you from the room into the quiet living room. He’d pull your shirt off first, loving the heaviness of your breast.

Henry swirls his tongue around your rigid nipple, teasing you by gently pulling his teeth over it, and then sucks. His warm lips latch on to you, and your body tenses only to bow away from him in pleasures

You moan his name while your fingers lace in his curls. “Hen-“ but that’s all you can get out before your hips start bucking on his thigh, wishing others was his dick

He has a goal, and greedily he sucks harder and harder until the warm milk hits his tongue and a carnal growl erupts from his chest.

You take it in, allowing him to suck for a minute until you pull away. “Calm down.” You’re winded, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Henry Cavill Short Taglist: (Sorry my phone won’t allow me to get the long one but I’m gonna work it out lol) @oddsnendsfanfics @my-rosegold-soul @taytayize123 @iloveyouyen @honeychicanawrites @thickemadame @fallslikefeather @blackmissfrizzle @isthat-tyra98 @titty-teetee @yeet-me-out-tonight @inforapound @supernaturalvikingwhore @l-auteuse @nina-skyee @october505 @boomhauer @sciapod @abrokencondomiswhyimalive @littlefreya @bianaguipa @therandomthoughtsofmsparker @therealcalicali @twistedcharismaaa @singeramg @angreav @magdelen69 @madbaddic7ed @pocimaginesaesthetics @ajspencer1892 @jovanaprime @zejess93

I’m up!!! Tired butttt up! Send me your kink (anonymously) and I’ll try to write a short Headcannon for a few characters! If y’all want!!

#laketa j writes #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #alpha!henry cavill x reader #Henry Cavill fandom

[fangirlovestuff]

October Reblog Challenge - Masterlist

this is my masterlist for this challenge, where i recommend fics i’m reading for spooky season / kinktober! enjoy <3

also, i kinda have a lot on my plate rn, so I did only half a month, but it’s the thought that counts??😅 i’m still gonna keep reading fics, obviously, i just need it to be at my own pace and probably not every day. love you!!

please check out all of the amazing fics under the cut!💞

October 1st - Edging w/ Ransom by @stargazingfangirl18 (Ransom x reader)

October 2nd - Halloween party w/ Chris by @ballyhoobarnes (CE x reader)

October 3rd - Captain America Saves Halloween by @theycallmebecca (CE x reader)

October 4th - Halloween Movie Night by @spidey-bats (Peter x MJ)

October 5th - Breeding Kind w/ Frank Adler by @stargazingfangirl18 (Frank x reader)

October 6th - My Favorite Pumpkin by @nina-skyee (CE x reader)

October 7th - Pumpkin Carving by @ozarkthedog (CE x reader)

October 8th - Turned Into a Cat by @marvelsdc22 (Natasha x reader)

October 9th - Fall Time Tattoos & Cuddles by @hannahshattuck  (CE x reader)  

October 10th - Pumpkin Spice by @sylvie-writes (CE x reader)

October 11th - Face Sitting w/ Andy Barber by @cloudystevie (Andy x reader)

October 13th -  Sweet, Spice and Hot Water Is Always Nice by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork (Me (Playing It Cool) x reader) 

& First Autumn by @smediumsmeatbae (CE x reader)

October 14th - Apple Picking w/ Nat by @redschillzone (Natasha x reader)

October 15th - Not Another Halloween Movie by @carpediemm-18 (CE x reader)

October 16th - Little Captains by @fallinfortom (CE x reader)

#leila's october reblog challenge #leila fic recs #chris evans x reader #chris evans #natasha romanoff x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #natahsa romanoff #natasha romanoff x female!reader #steve rogers x reader #peter x mj

[celestianstars]

Y’all I just think ransom would buy a really frickin massive antique mirror like one that’s so beautiful with like studded diamonds or some shit round the frame JUST so he can fuck you in front of it. Like ugh imagine being on your knees with him behind you holding you up so you can see how good he fucks you. « Look at yourself baby, look how beautiful you look when you make those sounds for me »

GIRL I’M BACK ON MY RANSOM BULLSHIT, NOT THAT I EVER STOPPED LMAO 🥵🥵

Omg being confused as to why he’s got a bunch of guys moving this giant ass mirror into his home because...

“Don’t you already have a ceiling to floor length mirror, Ransom?”

“Mhm but this is for a certain purpose, you’ll see.”

He’s smirking at you in that way he does when he’s up to something, plotting something

You don’t even wanna ask how much he bought it for

But then later that night he’s got you on all fours on the cushy bench that’s near the foot of his bed

Now you understood

Ransom takes your chin in his hand, the metal from his pinky ring making you shiver, and he turns your head to face the mirror

“Watch yourself while I fuck you, I don’t wanna see you looking anywhere else.”

And tonight he’s in that animalistic mood, where he grips your body hard, almost to the point of bruising and pounds into you

You can hear the sloppy, wet noises of his dick sliding in and out of you so much it makes your cheeks burn

And even more so when you find that you can’t stop whimpering and moaning “Daddy, oh daddy that feels so good.”

“I know it does. That’s it, be a good little slut for me and watch yourself take this dick.”

“See how pretty you look for me, such a pretty mess. Keep those eyes focused, baby.”

I mean your knees are jello now, you can’t hold yourself up

But Ransom is keeping you from slipping, his forearms and biceps tense and bulging at keeping you upright how he wanted

You could hear and feel his balls slapping against you as he fucked into you harder and you bit down on his forearm, it was all you could do to not scream

Watching your reflections in the mirror added an entirely different tension and heat to the entire thing

And Ransom? Well he’s enthralled with how you look from all angles, the way your body jerks and trembles, the way your face looks when he makes you cum for the seventh time

The custom made and thousands of dollars mirror was well worth it tonight

ByE Ransom owns my slutty ass thankS

@themyscxiras @crushed-pink-petals @write-fromthe-start @uhlxis @dc41896 @amelatonin @breddiefrooks @valkyriesnymph @felicity-x0 @captainsamwlsn @thorohdamnson @blowmymbackout @hushfakeomens @pastelsoulpunk @nina-skyee @islanddgal @bibicarson @fumbling-fanfics

#ransom drysdale headcanons #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #ransom thrombey #ransom thrombey x reader

[skyesins]

Hello skyee~~Your my fav writer and I just want to tell you that your work is so amazing 😍 I'm always amazed by your ideas and storylines LIKE GURL YOUR SO AMAZING 💝 I've read all your works and I still am reading em especially "Blind Spot" is so good.. keep writing and bringing smile to so many faces You never disappoint me and I'm your biggest fan 😢❤️I love you so much Take care and stay safe, love 💞And MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE🎄⛄ I wish you receive loads and loads of happiness ahead -J

Omg who is this? 🥺🥰 Thank you so much for the kind words!! This means a lot, and I hope you have a good holiday/Christmas as well!!!

#anon #sweet anon #skyesins ask #my heart is swelling

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Same anon earlier. I love DBTS so much!!! but Skyee what do you think of Oikawa/Omega/Ushi like what if instead of being Oikawa's little sis, she's Iwa and they're secretly in a relationship with each other then Ushi lays his claim on her but Oikawa's does not want to reveal their relationship because he is more afraid of losing Iwa's friendship? This is just a suggestion ofc. I'm just so addicted with alpha ushi and I also need alpha Oikawa 🥺

hi anon!! feel free to claim an emoji if you wanna keep popping into my inbox 🥰

i really like that idea!! if i’m being honest DBTS was actually supposed to be a one-shot that ended with chapter one, but i’m so glad that i extended it! 

that’s honestly a really good idea and is something i’ve considered since before writing DBTS. i might end up writing it, but i’m not planning on starting/posting any new series until i wrap up DBTS and Lockscreens

tbh i’m surprised i havent received more alpha Oikawa asks like Oikawa is lowkey one of my fav characters? LOL but if you’re into Alpha Oikawa, you should check out @alkhale story Instinct ! it features Alpha Oikawa, Beta Iwaizumi, and Omega Reader and just a ton of great omegaverse content overall

#skye's anons #skye's writing updates #skye's asks #haikyuu omegaverse #hq omegaverse

[ruthlesslistener]

what’s up I’m aren and I have literally the best lore takes ever and my writing is incredible and my art is top teir (and also I kin farquaad and summoned spiders to my house by writing fanfiction)

SKYEE IM WHEEZING

#AAAAAAAAAAA #I DONT KIN FAARQUAD AND IM AFRAID OF THE SPIDER CURSE BUT KJGHBKDFG THE FIRST PART #ty friendo #skyedragondraws #reply #ask game #ask meme

[lettersofsky]

Gamzee Week 2020 - Day Two - Angry/Sad Gamzee

Sometimes the journey towards getting yourself to a better mental space is hard, sometimes it’s the most difficult thing in the world and sometimes the day’s just against you from the start.

Aka I’m here with more of my ‘HEY SO GAMZEE GETS HELP POST-GAME YEAH? YEAH!’ headcanons for @gamzeeweek Day Two. Because I got two hands a lot of emotions and ya’ll just gotta deal with it >:U

~

Some days a motherfucker just woke up bad.

Weren’t nothing for it, weren’t nothing that lead up to it or caused it to happen, least not that Gamzee could put to thought or blame, it was just the motherfucked up will of a world that ain’t cared ‘bout no thing but the norm and those that went ‘bout all chill and good in life.

Gamzee wasn’t any of those things, not even motherfucking close, so they had days that were just bad.

Didn’t help that there were all different kinds a bad days and that more would just appear outtta motherfucking nowhere at times but there wasn’t for Gamzee to do ‘bout it but endure and wait for things to pass best they was able.

Today was one of the quiet bad days.

Weren’t no bubbling rage at everyone and every motherfuckin thing that got to live all normal and happy like while they struggled to make amends for things half out of their control half-not done by the them of now half unknown and all motherfucked up to the highest degree that had Gamzee wanting to tear the skin off their very bones.

No, today was all ‘bout that wicked distance and fuzz around every single motherfucking thing and a despair that sunk so deep into their bones there weren’t no way they’d ever get out. Days like today had them curling up for hours buried in a pile of soft things collected from around their home while they waited for either the drive to get up to do something, anything, or for their pumper to finally give out and for themselves to carc it.

Wasn’t like it was actually gonna happen none but that hardly mattered when that deep, aching sadness came to make itself apparent in them. They just needed to rest, to sleep off the bad day and wait for whatever was wrong in their brain to snap back into working and…

And…

And they didn’t know when that would happen. Didn’t know if it would happen either.

Gamzee just had to hope.

Even though they were well aware that hoping didn’t do anything at all, wouldn’t help, wouldn’t make them feel better, wouldn’t do anything but make them thing that if they just held out a little bit longer then maybe—

…

Maybe… things could be ok again. They could be ok again.

They knew better though.

Hoping was for motherfucking idiots.

#gamzee makara #gamzeeweek2020 #writing #homestuck #gamzee #Skyee Writes

[goldentsum]

i'm good! how are you, gorgeous? your latest fics rly scratched the gremlin part of my brain how do you never fail to blow me away with your writing

i been doing good as much as a college student is doing during their last weeks for finals HAHAHAHAHHA aww! D:< thank youu so much, skyee!! that’s so sweet D:< 

#honey notes #hoonie x skye #this means so much to me omg #thank you for that! <3 #you just made my day!! <3

[mauvecherie-writes]

34+35.

PAIRING: Victoria Monét x Reader

SUMMARY: When a chill session opens the door to something unexpected.

WARNING: NSFW**, oral, weed smoking.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

NOTE: I think the title gives it away. Fun fact: Victoria actually wrote the song with Ariana so I found this very fitting hehe.

You and Victoria had been friends for a couple of years. You didn’t hang out frequently due to her career but whenever you did, it was always a good time.

Not only was Victoria beautiful, she was intelligent, funny, kind and caring. You found yourself slowly growing a soft crush on the singer.

You kept it to yourself however. There was no reason to share your feelings as you suspected it would never work anyway. Victoria was far too busy for a relationship and you were a homebody.

Victoria called you and asked to hang out at your place. She just needed a break working in the studio non-stop and she wanted to see you.

You tried not to think too much about the tone of her voice but it sounded like she was longing for you but maybe you could have been projecting so you pushed it to the back of your mind.

When she showed up, she threw her arms around you and you held her body close. You inhaled her sweet scent and bit your lip as you felt her chest press into yours.

Victoria was stirring something deep within you and she didn’t even know it.

You both walked into your living room where you had set up a little station for them to lay down and enjoy each other’s company.

“You didn’t have to do all this YN. We could have just chilled in your room.”

“Before you called, I was rearranging my room.”

“I didn’t disturb you did I? I can always come back another day and you can finish what you were doing.”

“No it’s okay. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

You sat beside each other on the blankets, eating snacks, catching up on each other’s lives and watching tv. Somewhere along the line, you pulled out your weed stash and began to roll up some blunts.

As the two of you smoked, the conversation began to dive into sexual territory. You knew that Victoria was bisexual. She was open and candid about her sexuality. All you needed was to listen to her music.

You were both lying on the blankets looking up at her ceiling as the mood lights continuously changed colours. The drugs were taking over your system and making you relaxed.

“What is the freakiest thing you’ve done with a girl.” Victoria asked you which caused a chuckle to escape your lips.

“Ummm.” You licked your lips and frowned softly as you thought about it. You had only been with a couple of women and they had been your girlfriends but you had still been exploring what you were comfortable with.

“I had a girl ride my face before.” You finally answered. The response eliciting a gasp from Victoria. She turned to look at the side of your face but you refused to meet her eyes.

“How was it?” She curiously asked as she turned to her side and leaned her head onto her hand and looked down at you.

You groaned in embarrassment as you covered your face. “I can’t say.”

“Why not? It’s just me.”

You sighed and took your hands away from your face. “That’s the problem.”

Victoria frowned softly. “What do you mean?”

You shook your head and mumbled “forget it” but Victoria couldn’t drop it. Her heart was beating faster at the anticipation of what you could have meant and she needed to know.

To your complete surprise, she straddled you and placed her hands on either side of your head and looked down at you.

“Tell me please.” She whispered as she subconsciously pressed her core into yours and you brought your hands to her waist to stop her movements.

“I like you.” You softly uttered your confession. “So it’s hard to talk about sexual stuff with you when all I think about is you ..”

“... and doing those things to me.”

“Yeah ...”

Victoria bit her lip as she tried to not grin. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’re Victoria Monét. You can have anyone that you want.”

“I want you.”

Next thing you know, you’re making out on the floor. Her hands are in your hair and yours are on her ass as the kiss deepens.

It’s getting harder for you to keep your moans down as Victoria’s hands make you feel good. Clothes were quickly discarded and you were now skin to skin.

She kissed down your body and got in between your legs and did not give you time before she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked it into her mouth.

“Fuck!” You gasped as you softly arched off the floor and pushed your hips into her mouth. You looked down at her and moved her hair out of her face.

“You taste so good.” She mumbled softly as her tongue licked you up and down and caused you to shudder. Victoria pushed your legs further wide apart and pushed her face deeper into your pussy.

Her bold movements caused you to whimper and cry out in pleasure. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Victoria pushed her fingers into you.

The fucking of her fingers, stretching you and her tongue and lips stimulating your clit, it was all too much for you. You came into her mouth with a gasp. Victoria hummed into you as she cleaned you up before kissing her way up to your lips.

You moaned into her mouth, taking control of the kiss as you became more bold. As your tongues battled, your hand came in between your bodies and you dipped your fingers into her heat.

“Uuhhh.” Victoria moaned softly as you pushed your fingers deeper into her. This was beyond your wildest dreams. Having Victoria moan your name as she rode your fingers.

You looked up at her face and bit your lip as you watched the faces she made. “Come sit on my face.”

Victoria opened her eyes with a smile on her lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She did as you asked but turned her body to face the rest of yours and laid down. She looked back to you with a smirk.

You moaned softly as you took her into your mouth. She tasted so sweet. You swirled your tongue around her clit before pulling it into your mouth. You let her clit pop out of your mouth before licking around her core.

“That feels so good.” Victoria moaned as she rubbed on your clit with her fingers.

You marvelled in her essence. You loved the way she felt on your tongue, around your fingers. You loved the way she pushed her pussy into your face as she silently pleaded for more.

As you made her feel good, she made you feel good too. With her hands on your thighs, she used her tongue on your clit before letting it slip inside of you.

Your moans vibrated into her causing her hips to move against your face.

So lost were you in the pleasure. It had taken over you and you felt like you were about to project out of your body. Victoria screamed that she was coming and with little warning, creamed onto your tongue.

It was as she circled her fingers faster on your clit and softly bit onto your thigh did you come again.

You tried to open your eyes but all you could see were seeing stars. Victoria shifted her body but her face was closer to yours and she was still laying on top of you.

“We skipped a lot of steps here.” You said which caused her to laugh.

“I like you, you like me. We’re adults, why wait?”

“I want more than just sex with you. I wanna take you out, treat you to things and just take care of you.”

Victoria grinned and then placed a kiss onto the underside of your chin. “I’d really like that.”

I wanted to do something a little different hehe.

@beautifullmelodyxx @queenshikongo3 @royallyprincesslilly @bigsisbria @felicity-x0 @my-rosegold-soul @blackmissfrizzle @night-of-the-living-shred @nina-skyee @write-fromthe-start @brownsugarcoffy @chaneajoyyy @cavillaryz @caramara3

#munteanhore writes #victoria monet x black reader #victoria monét x you #victoria monét x reader insert #victoria monet fanfiction #victoria monet smut #victoria monet one shot #black author #black lgbt

[fumbling-fanfics]

someone pls anyone write a cute ass tooth rotting blurb about Casey/reader with that arm tucking god omg my heart exploded 😫💖💖

How's this...

You always spend a large portion of your time with Casey laughing. Whether it's because he's randomly thrown your over his shoulder while crossing the road. It's really late so the road is empty, so no one sees your mock kidnapping as Casey runs down the block with you on his shoulder. Your laughter echoing around you both.

Or when he decided to non stop tickle your as you walked home another night. You laughed so much you couldn't breathe, and had to sit on the floor. "Get up, the floor is freezing" Casey scolds, picking you up by your arms. He has to hold you while you try to catch your breath so you can walk home. "I'll carry you" he offers. Your protest, still taking deep breaths. "Give. Me. Five" you laugh, clutching your chest with one hand.

But the laughing isn't the best part. It gets better. When you curse yourself for wearing a small leather jacket, rather than a proper coat and the night air is cold. Casey offers his jacket, but all he wears is a thin plaid shirt and you'd rather he didn't die of hypothermia on the way back to yours. So when you decline he tucks you under his arm, tighter against his body. You feel warmer instantly.

And he smells so good, you plan on steeling that shirt...even if he has to go home topless. Or maybe he just won't go home ever.

And then he pulls you closer to his chest and buries half his face into the top of your head as he kisses the top of your head. You tighten your grip around his waist.

And when it feels like he's going to remove his arm from around your neck, you grab onto his arm, keeping it in place. But really all he's doing is showing you his new ring. "I thought you were going to let go of me" you mumble with a laugh. "Never" he grins.

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I'm not even going to risk this getting flagged by adding on the gifs, but I'll link them here

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#casey deidrick #Casey deidrick fluff

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I feel like Henry is normally a really really lenient daddy until you push him in public or something and ooooo boy

I feel this also!!

Goddd just imagine being a brat out in public, deliberately trying to push his buttons and you can see him getting more and more frustrated with your behavior i-🥵

That’s him trying to keep his cool with you cause he can’t drag you home right away

“I’m only going to say this once and you better listen very carefully, fix the attitude. You’re already in trouble when we get home, don’t make it worse.”

He pulls you close to him so it looks like he’s being affectionate but really is giving you a very clear warning

He knows your little game, he knows why you’re being a brat and he enjoys putting you in your place just as much as you get off on it too

Henry’s been working a lot recently and he can sense you’ve been missing his dominance in the realtionship lately

But that doesn’t give you a free pass to push his buttons, especially in public, rolling your eyes and dragging your feet and huffing and puffing about not getting your way

If you wanted him to fuck you into the floor and make you scream for hours all you had to do was ask nicely

His warning doesn’t stop you from acting up tho, brat life is the only life!

Mannnn when you finally get back home and you set down all your shopping bags and groceries, he’s on you in seconds

Henry has you bent over the back of the couch, legs spread, back arched how he likes

“Count them out, nice and clear love. And don’t you dare move. You’re gonna take this like the little brat you are and maybe I’ll let you touch me later.”

Henry’s an expert with the belt and you know this is about to huRT

But you were dripping for it, craving it

You loved when he showed you who was in control here, loved it when he made you count and gave you specific instructions

It was torture but in the best way

And you knew a spanking wasn’t gonna be the end of it no

Henry always dragged out punishments to last hours, or staggered them so you wouldn’t get too comfortable after one

“I better start hearing apologies too. Disrespectful girls don’t get what they want without apologizing.”

Oof imagine him saying that with his voice all in your ear, really deep and assertive fuCk

Be prepared to be shook!

And when your legs are shaking and you’re crying out and squirming from how hard the belt is coming down on your ass, he’ll just click his tongue

“Should have thought about this before you decided to mess with me. Are you sorry? Can you show me how sorry you are.”

You whimper and nod because yes yes you’ll do anything

“Get on your knees then. Crawl to me.”

That goes straight to your pussy

You do as he says, legs still shaky as you get on all fours and follow him

You didn’t even notice he’d taken himself out of his pants and was jerking himself off while he watched you crawl to his movements

Where he went, you went. When he stopped, you stopped

You were drooling, hungry to have him in your mouth already

“Aww look at you making such a mess on my floors. So hungry for my dick aren’t you, I bet you’d let me shove this all the way down that pretty mouth of yours.”

You would, you absolutely would and you don’t have to nod or respond for him to know it

“If you want it, keep crawling. You need to learn how to behave orders.”

Whew excuse me while I go get some cold water because wow 💦

Henry can fuck me up any day idc, just dominate me daddy!

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#henry cavill headcanons #henry cavill x black reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill blurb

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Gamzee Week 2020 - Day One - Happy Gamzee

Attempt two at having my months and days right >:U

Day One of @gamzeeweek​ with me coming in with my self-indulgent Gamzee Headcanons that you’ll all have to deal with.

~

“How have you been since our last appointment?”

Gamzee jumped, startled at the question despite hearing it each time they came to their mind healer’s (Rose sis called ‘em something else but that word had a number too many letters for Gamzee to be repeating) office. It was expected, regular, familiar.

Almost like their beach had been years before everything happened, just… without the sad loneliness of it.

It was nice in its own way.

“Been… alright,” Gamzee was surprised to find that they actually meant the words they said. “Ain’t real got no things to complain about, yeah?”

“Nothing?” Their mind healer sounds equal parts surprised and pleased by the answer, which was something Gamzee was pleased to hear, the old trollian ping that broke the silence of waves against the shoreline but more tangible and actually good for them. “That’s certainly an improvement over our last appointment, I’m happy to hear that.”

“Yeah,” it really had been a better time since the last time they’d sat in the chair across from their mind healer; their work had been good since the last visit, they hadn’t had any run-ins with anyone they didn’t want to see, even the sad loneliness that usually sat heavy and ever-present in the hollow of their chest.

It had been a genuinely fine passage of time.

“Yeah I… it’s been real good, got an uh… gots me a few more things they’re all up and lettin’ me to be doin’ for work, some of the other work guys asked a motherfu… asked me ta hang out with ‘em later in the week comin’ and…” they paused, unsure if they really wanted to say the words that had come to mind. They’re gestured on gently from their mind healer though and they take a steadying breath before continuing on. “Saw Sollux few days back, didn’t talk at them and I ain’t thinkin’ they noticed me but… it was good ta see them, even iffin I didn’t feel the need ta get my chat on at them.”

“And has your medication been working alright? Side Effects? Anything out of the ordinary?”

Gamzee felt tension leak from their shoulders at the bypass of the small piece of information they’d been worrying over since they’d seen their former ‘friend’ on the street. It their mind healer didn’t think too much on it then there was nothing for Gamzee themselves to stress over.

“Nah ain’t no odd things ta be sayin’,” Gamzee hummed, thinking over the past few weeks since their last appointment and dosage change. “Least no thing ya was up and warnin’ me ‘bout, think we mighta got things good for now, yeah?”

“Wonderful, I’m glad to hear that,” Gamzee still wasn’t able to believe just how genuine their mind healer sounded to their ears, it was still a new thing after their prior experiences. “I’m looking forward to hearing how things go with your co-workers next time we meet. It’s been a while since you went on a social outing, do you remember your techniques?”

“For stayin’ chill?” The question’s an unnecessary one, both Gamzee and their mind healer were aware of that but still they’re answered with a nod all the same. A sharp-tipped claw rises to ruffle wild curls and they continue. “Yeah… yeah I be rememberin’ ‘em all like I’m supposed to. Doubt anything too awful’s gonna happen, hopin’ it’ll all be good.”

Gamzee doesn’t use the ‘hope’ word too often, it reminded them too much of a game they’d never really wanted to play and someone they’d stopped talking to make things easier for the both of them.

But they’d been learning, amongst tips and ways to make things easier and more manageable for the rotted mess that was their mind post-sopor-addiction, that it was ok to hope sometimes, to wish and believe that things could be fine, could be good, as long as they also helped things along where they could. Long gone were the days of Gamzee just hoping that things would get better, that they’d be less lonely if they only held out and kept the belief in their heart that it would, now they were starting to take an active step in their own life and…

And things were unlikely to be really good for a long time coming, after everything they’d done and the bridges they’d burnt to cinders without thought in the midst of their worse days it was doubtful hey would ever get there. But little by little, day by day…

Gamzee felt they were growing more ok with being themselves, sins, stains, rot and all.

Maybe one day they’d be happy in their life, they were on the right path towards it.

#gamzee makara #gamzee #gamzeeweek2020 #homestuck #writing #story #Skyee Writes

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Gamzee Week 2020 - Day Three - Ships

Day Three for @gamzeeweek and it’s Ships day >:3c

I have very specific feelings about what dynamic I like for Gamzee ships and they’re probably awful but they’re mine. Such dynamics including: Gamzee and Tavros who used to date but decided they both wanted to work on self-improvement before relationships and later on just said ‘yeah nah’ to trying to date again but stayed really good friends. There’s also my other favourite Gamzee relationship type in here, the “Gamzee wants more out of the relationship but isn’t going to say that because they don’t want to push for more than they think they deserve and they think voicing their wants and/or needs will cause whoever they’re seeing to leave them”. Because I’m just like that.

~

“How have you been? Since we last talked that is.”

Tavros’ voice sounded the same as it always did, kind and soft but where once there’d been a timidness that Gamzee couldn’t understand now there was a self-assured confidence that suited him so much better in Gamzee’s opinion. 

“Been on that up-and-up, ya’know? Things been going all kinds a well for me lately.”

“That’s good to hear.” And bless his pumper if Tavros didn’t sound ever bit as genuine as he could saying that as he did anything. 

That was one of their favourite parts about Tavros, Gamzee would easily admit that. It had been for that brief period they’d tried out a flushed relationship and it was now years down the track after they’d called it off. 

It just hadn’t been what either of them had needed at that moment, juggling a flushed relationship on top of everything else. 

Tavros has been struggling with his confidence and how difficult it was to stand up for himself and the things he wanted in life, on top of needing to change his entire outlook on life with the removal of his certain death from his future. 

While Gamzee had been in and out of rehab, relapsing and relapsing until they were able to get themselves together and free of addiction for a year running now. Add onto that the issues that came with trying to sober up and they just hadn’t been ready for a relationship. 

Neither of them had been. 

So a month or two after they started they called it off, mutually agreeing they needed to look after themselves first. 

That hadn’t stopped them from being friends though, Gamzee doubted anything would stop Tavros from being their best friend. 

Which was why they were both able to bring up the idea of trying to date again, after they’d both gotten to where they wanted to be in life, and shake their heads. 

They were better as friends, that’s all there was to it. And that didn’t mean they didn’t care about each other it was just they both wanted different things now and they weren’t compatible flushed wise. 

Not to mention Tavros had himself a fine piece of flushed partner in one Jake English, a fact Gamzee never failed to tease him about when he saw the human on his silly little show, talking about the adventures he’d had with Aradia and Tavros. 

Tavros would always grin, head ducking in an old habit to hide his bronze-dusted cheeks and run his hand over the shaved hair at the back of his skull. 

Gamzee was glad to see it; Tavros was their best friend and deserved someone who loved him as much as Jake did, deserved someone that would believe in him and would pay proper attention to his interests and the like. He deserved it. 

“Are you still working at the bakery?” Gamzee blinked, realising they must have zoned out and shook their head slightly before answering. 

“Yeah, yeah still workin’.” They hummed, wrapping their hands around the warmth of their mug. They liked tea, not so much to drink it but to let the warmth of it radiate in their hands, the smell was also nice most of the time. “Got a promotion to being head decorator with is pretty motherfuckin’ cool. I get to be doing most of the cakes now.”

“That’s great!” Tavros grinned and Gamzee returned it, doing their best to keep it up when Tavros asked his next question. “What about your quad-life? Any changes there?”

They mustn’t have tried hard enough because Tavros’ expression dropped soon after he finished speaking. 

“I’m sorry, if you don’t—“

“Nah, you’re all kinds a good bro.” Gamzee promised waving their hand before setting it on the table so they could prompt their chin on it, looking out at the world passing. “S’just the same as it was last time. Got some casual date mates but neither of ‘em real wanna be attached like that.”

He doesn’t see Tavros’ brow furrows but he knows it’s happening. 

“Isn’t—?”

“That’s different,” Gamzee said before Tavros could fully voice his skepticism that mirrored Gamzee’s own. “‘Sides, ain’t like I real mind yeah? I ain’t gonna be askin’ for things motherfuckers ain’t ready for.”

“But you can ask for things you want.” Tavros said, sounding too sure for Gamzee to do anything but shrug at.

“S’fine.”

It sounds weak to their own ears but thankfully Tavros doesn’t comment on it and instead starts to talk about the latest venture he, Jake and Aradia has just come back from. 

Gamzee listened as well as they could, forcing themselves to hear their best friend talking about trips to far-off dangerous places instead of focusing on the fact that their date mates were both more than happy to have defined quadrants with other trolls, just not with him. 

It was fine though. 

They didn’t mind. 

They knew better than to expect anything else. Knew better than to ask for anything else. 

It was all kinds of fine.

#gamzee makara #gamzeeweek2020 #hs #writing #tavros nitram #Skyee Writes #There's also an uncurrent of #But Gamzee... those people have people in their other quadrants they date openly? How are you handling that? Not well :o)

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hey skye!! could i request “I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.” with Vincent and Tifa?

Hello! You certainly can team friendship is the good friendship!

~

Vincent paused, unsure if he had heard the woman correctly or if he truly was losing his mind and hearing things that had never held a place in reality. He turned to Tifa, incling his head ever so slightly as he addressed her. “Pardon?”

Tifa’s response is to roll her eyes at him, one of her hands buried in her pack as her other held it in place. “I said,” she started, words slow and drawn out like she was talking to someone particularly slow. “That I’m going to brush your hair. Because it’s a mess.”

“No one’s brushed my hair since I was a child.” The statement was met with Tifa’s raising her brow at him. “I don’t need your help with that.”

She scoffs and it’s Vincent’s turn to narrow his gaze at her.

“I don’t.”

She stops her search momentarily to level him with a look that reminded him too much of days long past and rotted, of leaning on others and assistance being readily available should he ever need it. 

All in a moment it’s too much to continue looking at her and Vincent has to drop his gaze, a singular heartbeat of composure broken, before he firms himself and focuses back on her.

It’s enough for her to catch it. She’s used to catching Cloud and at the end of the day the two results of Shinra’s inhumane atrocities faltered in so many similar ways.

Her face softens and her voice is more fondly exasperated than anything else. “Your hair looks like it hasn’t seen a brush in two decades, you’ve got knots the size of the continents. You’re going to need help.”

Ah. She was quite correct on that front. Personal care and the upkeep of grooming hadn’t been high on his list of priorities in decades, he was sure to have a gnarled mess of matted clumps and knots to deal with.

Perhaps the assistance was required afterall.

“You make a sound argument,” it’s as close to a clear agreement and back down from the argument as he’s able to give just yet and they’re both aware of it. “Though I would reuest that you not put anything that smells too strongly in it.”

“Like my Wildberry Blast would do a thing to ruin your brooding asethetic.”

#requests #Skyee Writes #FF7 #Tifa Lockhart #Vincent Valentine #TEAM FRENDSHIPS YES #katiekaboom713