#a request has been written!

[stuffeddeer]

DEEEER happy (late) new year 🎊

i been so busy with work 😭 hope you're resting well!

been thinking about dazai lately as i usually do, he would be such a fucking pain in the ass if you gave him a drawing (if you gave a mouse a cookie style LMFAO)

it doesn't even have to be anything good, just some stupid doodle of a cat, and then he pesters you every day for a new drawing just for him

oh GOD and if you actually draw as a hobby? INSUFFERABLE, he'd probably dig through the trash for your discarded drawings or smth (smfh this man) and then complain cause why didnt you show HIM first instead of wasting perfectly good paper!

lol this is so stupid 💀

anyway byee -🩵

I’M SO GLAD YOU MENTIONED IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE BC THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT.

Your face scrunches up as you stare down at the corner of your paper. Would it be weird to give this to him? The last thing you want is to be perceived as some weird stalker, and you know he'd find a way to tease you for this. But... is throwing it out worse?

"Hey, Yosano," you tapped her on the shoulder before taking a seat on one of the medical cots she was working near. "I have a question for you."

"Shoot," she speaks listlessly, continuing to clean up the many medical papers littering her desk. It's not that she's uninterested, just a little out of focus.

There's a clear hesitation, causing the doctor to spin and look at you. Fiddling with the torn paper in your hand, you sigh. "This is probably weird, but, I drew Dazai."

"Don't see how that's weird," she replies, an amused smile on her face at your awkwardness.

"Well, I doodled him, I should say. Just in the margins of my r-report— " that you tore up. Oops. " —because he was across from me. And I could just throw it away, but I could give it to him. Would he think I'm a total creep if I offered it up..?"

And after a pep talk from Yosano, you found yourself standing beside Dazai's desk. His eyes lit up, having already noticed long before you had even registered it that you were drawing him. Everyone at the Agency was aware of your hobby, a few members having taken small doodles in the past, and Dazai was excited it was finally his time.

— that, along with your continued glances between him and your page earlier made it obvious it was him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asks slyly, his tone higher pitched than normal and mischievous. "Are you visiting little ol' me just to say hi?"

"Not quite. I drew this, if you want it." Trying to swallow your awkwardness, you hold out the paper scrap to Dazai. For a small sketch, it was surprisingly detailed. So this is how you viewed him, hm? He'd always known he was pretty, but...

"Is it possible to fall in love with myself?"

You choke back a laugh. "Alright, Narcissus. I'll take that to mean you like it?"

Dazai nods happily, jumping from his chair to rest his body weight onto you. "More more more! Please? Next do us together! Or even us kissing," he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

The laugh finally bubbles over as your hands rest on Dazai's sides. "Get back to work! Or Kunikida will stop letting me draw at work, and then you'll have nothing."

"So that means if I stop, I'll have more?" He grins, his face close enough to yours to make you stumble back.

"Do you have to be so close? You're so clingy," you mutter, still holding his sides to keep him from coming closer. "If you get off, I'll consider supplying you with more doodles. Maybe."

And Dazai immediately jumps off of you and back to work.

#HAPPY NEW YEAR????? #this rq has been a long time coming IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭 #im still sick and haven't written in a while Sorry If This Is Bad! #🦌anon #🦌anon🩵 #🦌request #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai bsd #dazai imagines #dazai fluff #bsd fluff #my real return was gonna be this nikolai fic about biting but i just heard all the wilbur mcyt stuff so mayb we postpone that one !

[nomazee]

haii :3

could you write how shinsou would take care of a reader when they are sick :0

i’ve been a little sick this week so this would really cheer me up :D

<3

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

word count: ~800

content: sickfic AGUGHHH, friends-to-lovers slash unspecified relationship could be established could be not, cutesy, literally just fluff, vague mentions of puking etc typical sickness stuff

this was such a cute request omg thank you for sending it in! i hope u feel better much love! i decided to do this in bullet point format!

ALSO IM SO SORRY GUYSSS IM GETTING THROUGH REQUESTS SO SLOWLY <//3 i promise i will try to get as many of them done as i can but many of them are like long-fic format so they will take me a bit FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS IF U STILL WANT TO!!! rules are linked here!

OK SO

you're both in the gen ed department + living in the dorms

it's the middle of the week and you've been feeling ROUGH for the entire week but just haven't had the time to focus on yourself between studies and everything

shinsou and you are in your math class sitting together at a two-person desk while your teacher lectures

you're super dizzy even while sitting down, there's a sheen of sweat on your forehead and you feel way too hot overall, you're holding back a coughing fit because you know if you let it happen you're gonna end up puking everywhere

the bell finally rings signaling the end of class and the start of lunch and you can't bring yourself to stand up at all

shinsou is packing up next to you and doesn't really notice your unmoving form until he's slinging his backpack over his shoulder and looking down at you, expecting to see you packed and ready to go but you.... look like you're dying

"you good, man?"

"ghf.......gh...m......"

"alright"

he packs up your stuff for you because he's secretly a SWEETHEART and carries your bag and pulls you up by your elbow with a big sigh

"guess i gotta take you to recovery girl now"

"do NOT take me to recovery girl..."

it's not like you have anything against recovery girl but it's not like she would be able to help you with a sickness and she'd end up giving you a bed to sleep on or just send you to your dorm to rest anyways

you just want to sleep in the comfort of YOUR bed already

you tell that to shinsou and urge him to just walk you to your dorm before you throw up on his shoes

he tells you that the teachers will think you're skipping class but you flutter your lashes at him (it probably looks more like you're seizing with how sick you are) and say something like "you'll cover for me, right?"

he rolls his eyes but. yes. he will cover for you. (he's whipped)

walks you to your dorm with an arm around your shoulders and you try not to collapse from both ur fever and the feeling of him walking so close

your delusions are running rampant in this HEAT

walks you alllll the way to your room and helps you lay back in your bed, pulls the covers over you and everything and your hands are TWITCHING because you wanna kiss him so bad but you'd end up puking all over him in this state

leaves your room for a bit and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel to put on ur forehead and hot tea mixed w honey for when you're ready to drink something

puts the ice pack over ur forehead with a gentleness you've never seen from him before and you're like dying and clawing at the sheets trying not to scream with how in love u are with this guy

"you should go back to lunch man you're not gonna have enough time to eat"

"you're on the verge of death and that's what you're worried about"

"I'M NOT DYING"

stays with you until there's like 5 minutes left in the lunch period and he (unfortunately) HAS to leave

you're holding back a whine because yeah you feel guilty that he wasted his lunch time taking care of you but also... stay here forever?!?! duh?!?!

he notices the hesitant look in ur eyes while he stands up and takes his bag with him and sighs and rolls his eyes all fake-annoyed before leaning down and kissing your cheek and you hold back the urge to swing and punch him because he CAN'T JUST DO THAT AND THEN LEAVE???

"i know you can't stand a minute without me but i promise i'll be back the minute classes are over"

"i'm gonna set an alarm to make sure you're telling the truth about that"

"you can count on me"

you sleep for like the rest of the day and only wake up when you hear your door opening and smell soup and there's totally no way shinsou made that for you except he definitely did because when you ask about the soup his ears are flushed and you're literally gonna kiss him if he doesn't stop being so hot

overall shinsou would be so soft with you in his stupid sarcastic way and tease you about getting sick because he's a JERK but also a cutie so you let him get away with it

would definitely spend the rest of the day sleeping in your bed with you and then also get sick and force you to make him homemade soup (it's only fair, he argues)

#shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #shinsou fluff #shinsou fic #guys how lojng has it been since i've written hcs/bullet point stuff #im otu of my element #this was so cute and fun to write though omfg #maybe i love... bullet poitn format... #also i REALLY AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT GETTING TO REQUESTS i look like such a jerk for openign requests and then dipping but i am getting-- #--through them slowly but surely #like they have all been started in some capacity i just havent finished them all #a lot of them were unspecified formats so i went crazy and started writing and they ended up being FULL LENGTH one shots and i #i have... no self control

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Greetings, Villainous Kitty

I've come with an absurd writing request.

How about a hero (who used to be very idealistic) who violently murders the people who supposedly killed their lover, the villain (you said you didn't get enough characters going feral and murdering ppl n stuff so here we are)

Except the catch is, the hero discovers the villain is alive. You choose how they react.

No pressure at all and definitely no rush. I hope this wasn't too unoriginal, and it's completely fine if you don't want to write it. . .

Also you're very very talented and your writing slayssss 💙💙

In all honesty, the hero didn’t know they were this good with swords.

Usually, they didn’t use equipment for close combat and especially not those which were made to cut and tear. Protection was supposed to be their top priority. A commandment they obeyed like none other. After all, training had designed them this way: to protect.

“If you do this,” the superhero said, “you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Their heavy breathing broke their voice in many places. As well as the blood in their throat and the pain brewing in their shattered leg. But the hero had little sympathy, had little compassion to spare. Within hours, their entire world had been destroyed. Now they knew that they could destroy entire worlds within merely seconds.

“That’s what you want? Play god? Kill whatever you want?” The hero hadn’t realised, had never really recognised it but tears were running down their face, together with all their emotions.

“Jealous?” the hero asked. They weren’t ashamed of the tears, weren’t ashamed of the suffering and the sins they were committing. They had nothing to lose and they only killed those who deserved it. They felt like this was the first time in years in which they brought justice to the city.

“I remember when you were a child,” the superhero said. They smiled softly as they held a nasty wound on their side. “So scared but so bright. You always asked if you could give the rest of your food to the guard dogs.”

Yes, they supposed that had happened.

“I never had a kid. To have you was enough.” Ashamed, the hero realised that they’d let their guard down. So, they pressed their blade into one of the superhero’s wounds and watched as their superior twisted in pain, screaming when the hero turned the sword a bit.

“And look at us now,” the hero said. “Look at what you did.”

And the superhero did. They looked at the building the hero had wrecked, the wires hanging from the ceiling and the destroyed furniture. At the dead guards and the glass. A calamity.

“You killed them. You killed the villain,” the hero said as they pulled the sword out of the superhero’s body. “You slaughtered them like an animal.”

“It had to be done—” the superhero wheezed in response. They took in greedy gasps of air but it wasn’t enough. Blood was in their lungs and they would die soon.

“I loved them.”

“And I loved you. I loved you like my own child.” The superhero stretched out their arm, probably so they could touch them. But the hero just looked at them, two lines of tears drawing into the dirt on their cheeks. “I couldn’t let them destroy you.”

For a long time, the hero watched them. How they fought for air and how they tried so desperately to survive their injury. But then, they made up their mind.

“Forgive me, then,” the hero said.

“I always will,” echoed the answer and that was all the hero needed. With a horrible crunch were they able to put the blade through their mentor’s chest as tears dropped down onto their hands. There were little noises of protest but soon enough, they died when the blood came.

They sat there for minutes, watching the lifeless body of the superhero being completely motionless, unresponsive. And the hero cried, couldn’t do anything but cry into their own hands.

They were a failure. Doomed to shatter. They couldn’t believe how many people they had killed and how many of those were close to them. What had they become? What was wrong with them?

After half an hour, they could barely move. Their whole body was shaking and they were too tired to use their muscles. They just sat there, watching the cold body.

But, then.

“My love.” The hero turned around, thinking this was a cruel trick. “Do you want me to take you home?”

They weren’t quite sure if the hand on their shoulder was real. They didn’t know if they only imagined their lover.

#what I’ve written makes no sense sorry been thinking about link #link link link thinking about link #like link just killing to get to Zelda?? #I know link is supposed to be stoic that’s why is quiet in botw because he has his duties and he has to be an example #but stoic link losing his composure completely?? like in the totk trailer he drops the mastersword to get to Zelda like my dude #MY DUDE WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING #how is his only happy expression in botw when he cooks LIKE LMFAO WHAT #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #whump

[cerise-on-top]

hi I saw you did a fluff alphabet already for captain Price for some one else but Can I request more letters? you Can pick! sorry for the Bad English and stuff by the way, Its not my first language :)

Hey there! Don't worry, your English is fine! And sure I can :>

Fluff Alphabet for Price 2

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Price is definitely the more dominant person in your relationship. Sure, he could always just sit back and let you do things, but he’s just so used to taking the wheel at his job that he just subconsciously does it at home and with you as well. Will always choose where to go to eat, will always help you in the bath with washing your back and whatnot, will often tell you what he wants you to do. In his case, though, he will reward you for listening to him. For example, he’ll give you a kiss on your forehead, cuddle with you on the couch or try to make your favorite food. He actually does enjoy being the more dominant person in your relationship.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Kind of? He trusts you enough to know that you mean no harm when you’re getting friendly with someone else, most of the time you’re just being polite. So, usually he has no problem ignoring it. But if he’s had a bad day and just wants to have you around him, with your attention solely on him, then he’ll get jealous very easily. Price will become a bit more touchy with you then, putting his arm around your waist, maybe even trying to scare the other person off. Once you’re home you’ll have enough time to get changed into some more comfortable clothes before he just plops down on top of you. Demands you pay attention to him. Scratch his scalp and he’ll calm down more quickly, though.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He’s not too bad at kissing. There have been plenty of people who have wanted to be with him since he’s a good man. A handsome one too. He’s had a few flings here and there as well, so he’s had his fair share of practice before. Although he’s usually composed when it comes to things like this, he was pretty nervous during your first kiss together. He made it quite obvious that he wanted to kiss you by putting his forehead against yours at first and asking you if you were okay with it. The kiss didn’t last too long, nor was it too intense. It was pleasant and just right. It was the confidence boost he needed to continue kissing you.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He wouldn’t really beat around the bush too much. If he really likes you then he’ll just make it known. If you reciprocate or just say yes, then that’s great. If you don’t then he’ll just move on. He’s got better things to do than be a lovesick fool, after all. Would ask you to meet up with him at a nice place, maybe even the place you first met if it wasn’t on a mission, and confess to you there. He may know that he shouldn’t really “purchase” you with gifts, but he’ll get you a small gift anyway. Nothing too big, just something small that you can remember him by.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s kind of obvious, actually. Especially to the people, who know him well enough. He becomes touchy with you. It’s not too much, and you could always just ask him to either tone it down or downright stop, but for the time being he will touch you. Just his hand on your arm, on your shoulder or your back. He is a bit touchy with his soldiers too, yes, but just a tad bit more with you. That’s why he doesn’t even notice it until someone points it out to him. His tone is also much gentler with you than it is with others. Plus he’s also more prone to praising you. It’s kind of embarrassing once he notices, but he can’t really correct that behavior either.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Once you’ve been together for some time, he knows you pretty well. He, too, is a pretty observant man. Plus he loves you, so why wouldn’t he want to watch you like a hawk? Is also pretty good at remembering things, so if you’ve mentioned something a few months, or even years, ago, then he’ll remember. This is a good and bad thing because he sometimes will tease you about it when he feels playful. Price can be a pretty empathetic man, especially towards his loved ones. Sure, he can turn that empathy off if he needs to, but he prefers to feel what you’re feeling so he can help you better.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

If you complain about the stench of him smoking then he’ll actually try to tone it down a little bit. Sure, he likely won’t ever be able to stop entirely, but he’ll smoke a little bit less for you. You expressing concern for his health because of it would actually be a motivator for him to stop entirely. But he really needs it since his job is very demanding and stressful. However, you’re pretty much the only person who gets away with hiding his cigars. Everyone else will get an earful or punished, but not you. You will get an exasperated sigh and a “Love, where did you put them this time?” He will complain to you about how expensive his cigars are and how you shouldn’t waste them like that.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes, Price is a cuddler at heart. I know I said he’s the dominant person in your relationship, but he really doesn’t mind being cuddled either. In fact, he loves it. Doesn’t matter who’s cuddling who, doesn’t matter what position you’re in, he’s at ease as long as he gets to touch you somehow. However, if you’re not into it, then he can tone it down a little bit, he’s a mature adult, after all. Will still want to hold your hand from time to time, though. And he does love kisses as well. Loves to tease you by kissing the corner of your mouth, just so you’ll pout and ask him to kiss you properly. Whenever he feels like sleeping in you can actually get him to get up by promising him kisses. Tell him that sleepyheads get no kissies and he’ll be up fairly quickly.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #Price is a good lad he'd take good care of his partner #I feel like he'd be especially good for someone shy and withdrawn. someone who won't cause too much trouble #Am I projecting? Maybe I'm not sure I'm more of a Ghost and Gaz kind of person #But I'd be lying if I said being in a poly relationship with the entirety of the 141 isn't on my mind on the daily #I have so many HCs about that but I've never gotten around to writing more HCs for it even if I'd love to #but maybe now that I'm on my break I might write some things I've been meaning to write #among those things was actually a little something for Price #I've also been thinking about writing a little something for an anime I've been watching as of late #I don't wanna tag it so I'm not gonna write the name here. but it has to do with dungeons and food #the elf girl is my favorite and I love the chimera girl too #Poly time maybe? maybe. I have yet to continue reading the manga though #isn't it funny? I'm on break but I still feel this duty to write #it's horrible. I've written three requests today

[forevercloudnine]

The more things change.... (The Brave and the Bold #183 vs. Detective Comics #822)

#riddlebat #riddler #edward nygma #bruce wayne #i was leafing through the brave and the bold issue and was immediately reminded of this scene #now THERE is a comic issue i will never need to look up to remember #having written 60k+ words of a fanfic based on it #anyway i've been meaning to start a folder of batman villains complimenting to batmobile since forever #and now i finally have #although i don't know if i want it to be JUST batman villains #like for some reason j'onn saying 'nice car' in the 2004 show falls in the same category for me #but open request to anyone still reading these tags: #if you or a loved one has a panel or screenshot of literally any dc character being into the batmobile #(that isn't either of these or kings of fear or fear state omega because i already have those) #PLEASE send them in my direction

[averlym]

May I please request some soft parrlyn please

morning vs night gfs

#(it is just past midnight here as i post this) (which means in the us it's like noon. and in the uk like?? evening or late afternoon. #timings which make me giggle (oh what a word. stole it from e into my vocab) bc they don't fit hehe #anyways. coffee vibes bc the colour sprites make a reappearance (drew on phone and was lazy to properly colour) but i didn't want it to be #obviously green and blue. like elphaba and a smurf. so like. undersaturatef and wrapped in coffee coloured warmth. #today is a tuesday and because of schedules tuesday is my socialish day which means that i #(main lovelang irl is obviously physical touch people don't even have to guess anymore they just Know) go about hugging my friends. #one of the favourite most comfy stuff is this??? did this to like three people today bare minimum! #so like maybe me and friends are the insp behind some of the fluffy ship poses ig you're welcome #anon did you know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and you were the first out of Four Requests for parrlyn #latest one being a very recent one that appeared in my notes as blank and then opened to bolder large font parrlyn written out #which was lowkey a driving force in remembering that this blog exists. #have sorted out the emotional stuff? romance rn remains a slightly sore spot but it's more or less scabbed over and i guess sometimes i like #to poke at it a bit because i won't feel the same way for a while may as well check out the novelty. anyway lots of complicated feelings #but shipping urge still strong. soft wlw for the win! yay #lately dealing w everything i feel like ocs more. but ah well? bit of fanart in the midst of everything #six the musical #six the musical fanart #catherine parr #anne boleyn #parrlyn #parrleyn

[anto-pops]

Gonna dabble with both for the time being but ultimately it's Ominis' time to shine

#Ominis hand kink was heavily requested after I posted the Sebastian one and I got some solid ideas for it #BUT that hide and seek fic has been collecting dust for just as long as the hand kink fic and it's almost half written #either choice will be fine in the end cause I want to write them both but catering to the masses always helps my decision making process #ominis gaunt #a.txt

[windywooshes]

Kaveh x Reader

Trigger and content warning: mention of metaphorical death; burn out and hints of depression

It's a bit self-indulgent and a downer, so I apologise if it’s not that fun to read. I still want to write a more cute Ayato fic which is carrying dust in my folder. Gender neutral pronouns are used.

„I died.“

„I am long dead.“

Was the first thing that ringed through that tired individual in front of him. Their eyes empty, eyebags heavy, shoulders slumped.

As if the world was carried on them. As if breathing without purpose, standing without stable grounding. Choking on water while on plain road, bubbles rising and plopping one after the other to create a shower of despair one could only drown in.

His lover died; quiet recently much in contrast to what they believed in. Kaveh saw it with his own rubellite gems, orbs dimming with each new return home, with each new arrival into their shared chambers. His beloved hollow, much like him. Yet he was still hanging in, he was still holding up while his loved one snapped from the rope which was securing their wobbling feet on the trapeze of life. Falling. Swallowed. Whole.

They have died that day when the burden was too much of the talent which they were gifted with, which brought them misery over the years. Constant disappointment and fighting for survival. The passion which once rung through them and lighted their path, deminished with the flick of the first words of their professor. The hopes and dreams slowly pulled apart once the feet started to stray from a concrete path to take, no idea where to go, what to do with that love they once held for the hobby they polished so tenderly at their budding time as a flower.

This flower did not survive long. Destroyed by the harsh winter of critique and self doubt. Burried under the snow of helplessness. Lost in the white storm called life and adulthood. The competition leaving it freezing to a breaking point.

Kaveh saw them die recently as they broke down one evening, not able to explain; not needing to explain. But he caught them as they had caught him before at his lowest. At his days when he was dying out of thirst in the savana of life. In the dunes which scorched his heart to crisp by loneliness. The harsh sumeran summer which almost devoured him whole when everything he had left was stripped from him.

Their cold hands already reaching out to cool his head full of hatred for himself, to swell the burning in his heart. Balancing. Tending. Cooling.

So it was. So it will. Kaveh was the summer to their winter. And as he was saved and resurrected a phoenix by their hands, he was now as well tending back the liege of ice back onto their feet so they could dance around the campfire once more as in the fairytales described.

They have started a new life; quiet recently in fact.

And he would do anything to cling onto it this time, with them. Both healing. It was a painful time to see your passion diminish before you but it was not a lonely one. Both, rising back to glory and humble life as they were reborn once more to walk their new life together with entwined fates and hands.

#tw death #cw death #kaveh x reader #kaveh genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gi x reader #I've been missing writing but knowing that I have like what…3 requests waiting for years now to be written really put a dump on the lid #life has been exhausting as well #maybe I can get back into writing #since I lately remembered that I made this account for self indulging fun writing instead of binding myself onto something #I grew so tired about social media but I really want to write and do art for myself at least again and share it for whoever feels #like looking on it #anw kaveh reminds me of a phoenix a lot #he is probably someone one could sympathise the most to for some reason #he is more human than being just a cartoon 🧍 #someone poured their heart into that guy

[becca-e-barnes]

Imagine riding subby nomad Steve like this big hunk of pure muscle and strength but your riding him making him cum so much that your overstimulating him and he’s just begging “mommy please fuck, please cum for me mommy can’t take it anymore” and you lean towards his ear and choke him saying “be a good boy for mommy and take it, cum inside mommy again, I know you want to you fucking slut” as he lets out wimpiers and whines crying from overstimulation but he can’t stop cumming in your tight hole because “mommy feels to good around my cock”

Subby. Fucking. Men. What a dream. But like, overstimulated subby men?? Beautiful.

I feel like Steve would fucking adore repeating all the filthy little things you say to degrade him though. He'd call himself names and fuck himself half stupid, then let you fuck him until he's babbling and begging. He absolutely loves it.

He can hardly think straight, he's cum so many times. All he knows is that he doesn't have much energy left. He's exhausted and overworked but still rock fucking hard. His stamina is a curse sometimes and even then, he struggles to keep up with you.

"Mommy please. I can't cum anymore. It's too much. Feels too good." He knows you won't want to stop yet. You've gotten off plenty already, trying to hide your pleasure from him each time but he doesn't miss those telltale flutters of your body. Knowing you get off on using him just makes him cum harder because he's nothing if not a good little slut for you.

"You don't think you can cum anymore? Are you serious Stevie? You're such a little slut I bet you wouldn't be able to stop. You know as well as I do that you can't help yourself. You just live to keep your mommy stuffed full." He knows you're right. In fact, he almost thinks that if you ordered him to cum then and there, he could probably manage it just by getting lost in how your body feels around his.

"Be a good boy, Stevie. Cum for me again. Cum in me like it's all you're good for. Just a dirty slut who can't help himself." Steve's moans sound so broken, grinding himself against you because you sound so slick and messy it makes his mouth water.

"I'm a filthy slut for you, mommy. So p-pussy whipped. I'm a slut. Oh God, I'm a slut." He's whimpering, lost in the way his own voice sounds as he degrades himself.

Your hand clamps around his neck, your fingers flexing and oh God, he's gone. His cheeks are blazing, his muscles tense and strained.

"I can't cum, mommy. I can't cum. Please don't fucking make me cum." He sounds distraught as his head falls forward onto your shoulder.

"Colour, Steve." You demand and it almost takes him by surprise because he's shocked you can't see how much he's loving every second of this.

"Green. So fucking green." He pants. His head is empty, his body almost feeling like he's floating.

"Oh, you're sluttier than I thought. You almost had me fooled but I should've known better. Little whores like you love to be treated like this, huh? Love to be used." He's nodding in agreement because that's all he's got. Your body is still rocking back and forth on his length, a little faster than before but with the way you're squeezing his throat, he knows he can't last.

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum. Oh f-fuck, I need it. N-need to feel you cum first mommy, please." He begs but you can't give him the satisfaction, no matter how badly you need to.

"Do as I tell you, baby boy." You whisper, nibbling his ear before choking him just a little harder. "Cum inside mommy and don't fucking stop." Despite the fact he really can't handle it, he does. It seems like he's cumming for minutes on end, letting his sticky mess drip from you as he just pumps you full of more.

"I'm such a slut." He whines, seemingly cumming harder after admitting it and it's such a beautiful sight, you don't think you're close to being done with him yet.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #subby!steve #my head hurts #I have so many requests for stuff like this rn #and I love it #bc this is one of my favourites to write rn #I've been working in the coffee shop all week because I have holidays to use #and we have this one lil regular #who's 87 #and he's not great with names because there's so many of us #He calls me 'Saturday' because he says he only knows it's Saturday if he sees me in work #given that I usually only work Saturdays in there #He's the sweetest lil man I adore him #and then he gets out his notebook and checks it because he has all our names written down and after a minute or two I hear 'REBECCA!' #bc he remembered #he says this week must just be a week of Saturdays because I'm in all week 🥺 #idk he's just been on my mind tonight #he's the sweetest little man #we talked for ages yesterday because it was so quiet #I got so much of his life story it was actually really nice to just chat to someone like that #he's likes to sit at the table by the window because he likes to watch the trees 🥺

[youremyonlyhope]

Every day I am more and more upset I didn’t write that research paper on parasocial relationships in social media a whole decade ago.

#possibly my biggest regret in life #the writing was on the wall. but no one has started researching it #*HAD started #twitter was only a couple years old. same with instagram. but I saw it. it was there #i needed proper scholarly sources so I switched topics #but god the world is in worse shape than I had predicted in 2013 #yes this is partially prompted by the whole watcher thing where people seem far too heartbroken #for it to truly be a healthy fan reaction. but also I was just in some tarot tags #and I'm always so confused by the popularity of celebrity tarot. where people request readings on celebs relationships and stuff #especially in kpop there's an entire active 'kpop tarot' tag #now that's something I definitely did not see coming a decade ago. but it's still part of the larger symptom #god if only I could have been at the forefront of research and be a prominent sociologist of this field #in an alternate universe that paper would have been written and maybe I'd have revisited it doing a phd or something #I still remember my teacher asking if parasocial was a real term and that the topic was too niche #it was. it definitely was. I'd have been miserable writing 20 pages on it. but still. I knew what was on the horizon #it's just that what I thought was a wave is actually a tsunami

[landinrris]

And what we're not gonna do when I go back to school next week is tell my advisor I wrote ~10k in fic instead of catching up on research obligations

#listen y'all.... the semester has been weird and motivation has been on the floor partly because of departmental issues but still #productive week in other facets of life though 😅 #hopefully i will have something to share soon for both ship fixations #anon who requested four lando/martin prompts...if you're a regular follower and you're out there... they're written but not proofed ❤️ #also carlos/lando witch fic up to 46k. things i did not anticipate #taylor talks

[pa-pa-plasma]

I think I asked before, but I know fotpod is your crow/corvid Danny fic, but what’s the full name? Thanks. ❤️

honestly I'm so used to calling it FOtPoD I sometimes forget that's not an actual word & that. a lot of people probably have no idea what I'm talking about xD

it stands for Flying Over the Pit of Death & Danny's actually a black-billed magpie in it, though he does have crow friends (pics for birb reference)

one sec I wrote a whole thing on my DP side blog, daddyplasmius. okay it's here> [LINK] if you wanted to read my rambling about this project (& my FOtPoD memes)

#currently still writing this thing. started on Control Freaks. also brainstorming for Memory Blank & My Brother's Keeper #you'd think it'd be easy to make an AU as simple as ''no one knows bird au'' but it really isnt. Danny is bird. how he use thermos?? #don't ask me cuz i've been winging it the whole time lol #pun intended #idk when FOtPoD is getting finished but I'll probs start posting before that happens anyways just cause #my writing has been postponed though due to. uh. finding a kitten in the woods in September. & family issues as well #getting back on track but like. this fic is gonna be Large. multi multi multi chapter. 60 of em. this is gonna be Shadow of a Doubt big #I have lots of big scenes done i just need to connect them & also write the scenes i have planned but havent written #also writing a meme murder mystery fic i was paid the equivalent of 1 (one) cornchip for (as I requested) so am also working on that too #also (& this one is the most important) i need to play (& for once in my life finish) spore. right now.

[waugh-bao]

Because you don’t have enough fics going on, I’m going to request another one. I saw Charlie’s quote: “Mick's not good on his own problems, but he's very good at other people's. He's been wonderful over the years. I don't mean I ring him up every week and say 'the tap doesn't work', but he's fantastic."

I’d like to request a fic where Charlie does call up Mick because the tap doesn’t work. I think the idea of Charlie turning to Mick for plumbing help is very funny and cute.

#you’re totally free to ask for fics whenever you like! #it just may take me a while to get to them #because PhD programs are perpetual hell #i hope this is okay! #the rolling stones #charlie watts #mick jagger #dave green #shirley watts #old married band #fanfic #fanfiction #my stuff #(also. for the person who requested the Mick/Charlie story this summer. I promise I’m still working on it. normally I can get fics done in #one draft. but that one has been fighting me/re-written like 6 times. less b/c I don’t like the idea than b/c I like it so much I want #it to live up to the prompt)

[nimblermortal]

Fic Request

Written-for-podding Welcome to Night Vale sketch about Take Your Child to Work day at the radio station, which is a real thing, listeners, and not because the daycare closed due to unscheduled alien abduction while your husband is doing time-sensitive experiments.

Listeners, you may not have nunus.

Listeners, you may not have crackers.

Listeners, you may not - all right, fine. And now: the Weather.

#fic request #it's written for Tea to record with all of BabyTea's interactions not written in #but absolutely appropriate in context #any time she says his name it is scrubbed over with Ominous Static #possibly the static gets more and more ominous until it is clear that the Ominous Static is the reason for the close of the recording #but the key point is: something a mother of a young child can pod while their child interrupts constantly #possible B plot - for voice reasons - where Cecil has been sex changed and does not find this worth remarking on worrying about or changing #possibly Carlos was working on a way to change him back for sex purposes but got distracted measuring the viscosity of gender fluid #have we not all been there at one point in our life listeners? Cecil remarks with obvious fondness in his tone

[sorcerous-caress]

Astarion is like everywhere in this fandom - Shadowheart anon

He really is. I usually have to wait an hour or two before a new post gets even one note.

But the single time I add him in a piece, it soars through the sky. Literally immediate notes and reblogs, his fanbase doesn't fuck around in refreshing his tag.

#♡Astarion #even when I try to write something about it it's discouraging since there isn't anything left to explore #there are so many beautiful and amazing works out there about him #it's like everything has already been done written #every idea pushed to the limit #which is why I prefer writing for the niche characters #if someone requests him tho I'll still oblige even if it's something someone else wrote before #but if left up to my own writing then I'd only post something about him when I have a truly unique idea that hasn't been explored before #the only idea I have so far is an AU where you investigate the Cazador household as a detective before the whole Mindflayer thing #you let Astarion seduce you on purpose to gain acess inside OR let petra do it since he is dumb #then because neither of them want to get punished by Cazador They need to search for you through the palace without alerting anyone #♡Shadowheart anon

[helianskies]

@pirates-and-posies it would be my absolute pleasure! happy holidays! 💙

Invitation

Portugal is surprised when, on Christmas Eve Eve Eve, the knocking on his front door turns out to not be a delivery driver, but, in fact, Spain. His neighbour. His friend. His sometimes-something-more. 

Why he is there, João has absolutely no idea. Antonio had not told him he would be coming by—he hadn’t even so much as hinted at a visit this month—so when João opens the door to him, he has no words, he has no thoughts. He simply stares at him, astonished, and inadvertently starts to let the cold into his Baixo Alentejo home.

And then, at last, the ability to speak returns to him. 

"What the heck are you doing here?" he asks the other, though, before Antonio can give him an answer, he skips over that entirely, slams a hand down on his shoulder, and encourages him inside: "You should come in before you catch a cold. Why aren't you wearing a jacket?"

Antonio fumbles and defends himself. "I'm only parked around the corner, I-I didn't see a need!" 

João isn't convinced that's wise, all the same, but then… he supposes that Antonio is not always the most logical person he knows. Especially if he is following an impulse; then, all reason and sense cease to exist. Today, it seems, that is very much the case.

As João closes his front door, he reiterates his earlier question: "What are you doing here, Antonio? And I mean in, what are you doing here, in Portugal, let alone standing outside my door?"

The other blinks. "Aren't I allowed to see you…?"

"Well—" He's stunned. "Well, yes," João replies, "but generally people tend to let someone know if they're planning a visit. They don't just pounce."

"Sorry, I just… I guess it was urgent," Antonio says sheepishly.

But that in itself is not really an answer, and João is just as confused as he was ten seconds ago. 

As far as recent memory goes, this is the first time in a long time that Antonio has wandered (meaning, driven several hours) to see him in person. It isn’t that he isn’t touched or flattered by the unusual gesture—he actually really is, underneath his stone-faced bewilderment—it’s just that… he’s still absolutely, totally, completely lost as to what Antonio is doing in his house so soon before Chr—

“Can I ask you something?” Antonio blurts—a question in itself, João wants to quip, but he decides to bite his tongue for once.

“Sure, go ahead,” he invites instead.

Antonio, rejuvenated, smiles at him. It’s almost enough to fight off the cold, fight off winter, fight off all of the negativity in their shared corner of the continent (though, that’s just a normal Thursday for Antonio, he's sure). It’s like a golden glow is emanating from his very being. And, on cue, the other says, “Spend Christmas with me this year.”

The golden glow dissipates. 

“That… isn’t really a question,” João remarks. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”

The other’s smile turns nervous. “Asking,” he replies. And before João can even consider his answer, Antonio continues, a rolling wave: “I just… I remember you said the other week on the phone that you had no plans for the holidays, and I thought back then that maybe that would change, but, I, uhh— I called around, and when even Arthur said he wasn’t seeing you, I… Well, it got to a point this morning where I just didn’t like the thought of you being on your own!”

João pauses. He reflects, for a moment. And then, his face softens, and he says, “You came all this way… to ask me to spend Christmas with you?”

“Yeah…?”

“And you couldn’t have called me to ask me something like that?”

Antonio gives him The Look, stern, serious. “Some things are too important to ask over the phone.”

“But you drove all this way,” the other presses, still puzzled by his behaviour—his persistence. “You… You didn’t have to do that, Anto. You really didn’t.”

“I did. I did, though,” Antonio says, shaking his head in defiance. “Because if you did want to spend Christmas with me, then I wanted to give you a lift. I was going to drive us both back to Granada.”

João, incredulous, can’t help but smile feebly at the thought. Antonio’s place in Granada so happens to be João’s favourite of his neighbour’s quaint properties—rural, quiet, homely—but it also happens to be some six hours away, and the night is already creeping up on them. He couldn’t expect Antonio to drive that far again so soon, and, in the same breath, João himself is on the verge of a tiredness that means he should avoid sitting behind a wheel.

He realises, though, that… that he isn’t actually opposed to this idea of a Christmas spent with Antonio. It surprises him for all of a few seconds, before his eyes drift back to a waiting and seemingly anxious Spaniard, who, upon meeting his gaze, brings only warmth back to the room—to João.

“How about,” he begins slowly, cautiously, “rather than you driving all the way back to Granada tonight, like a madman, you stay here for the night instead.”

“But—”

“No, no ‘but’s. I’d feel a lot better if you got some rest before getting back in a car,” João urges, however, silencing the other with both words and a finger. "You can always borrow some clothes if you need to. Just… Stay. For now."

Antonio yields. "Alright," he says, "if that's what you want…"

"Perfe—"

"But you still haven't given me an answer," the Spaniard insists, his hand having stopped João from wandering off and changing the conversation (a hobby of his). "So, will you?" Antonio repeats. "Will you spend Christmas with me this year?"

João turns back to face Antonio—his neighbour, his friend, his sometimes-something-more—and he gives him that smile. That smile that holds his answer is a gentle curve, a fleeting gaze, a rushed heartbeat.

"You know, Anto," he responds all the while, "you do ask me some really stupid questions, sometimes."

Because the truth of the matter is that there is no one else João would rather spend this Christmas with. And he can only hope that the lengths Antonio has gone to mean that Antonio feels the same way about him. Now that… That would be perfect…

[ final wordcount, 1060 words! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws portugal #hws spain #portspa #spaport #i sincerely apologise i accidently hit post instead of save draft when writing on my laptop earlier so the og ask had to perish :') #but. it's here! #to think that once upon a time i would never have written these two together tch #we call this character development #anywho thanks to anyone who has requested a fic or read along! this is the end of my holiday saga! it's been fun! <3