hi! this is my official intro post <3 note that this blog is 18+ and contains NSFW content. if you are a minor, kindly block me and move on.
i'm Belle, i use she/they/chirp pronouns, and i am in my 20s!
this is my only tumblr blog, but you can also find me at my discord @/delbells. my ao3 account is delbells <3 :)
i am a fic writer, i don't usually have the time for longer fics but i do try to post oneshots when i can, and i take requests in my askbox! i only write about my interests -- at this time that is hermitcraft, the life series and QSMP!
feel free to drop ANY prompts or questions in my askbox. here's a quick list of things i will never write about:
Scat/omorashi
Incest
Pedophilia
Ageplay
Non-con/Consensual non-con
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
She snatched her hand away when he reached for it, curling her lip at him in distaste. âGo back to the cabin boys, Etho. We donât want you here. You got that? We donât want you.â
He shrunk back, hurt. Those soft vulpine ears pressed against his white hair, and his two-toned eyes met hers. Maybe he saw something there that contradicted the hateful words coming from her mouth. Maybe he was just stupid. Both were equally likely. âThereâs really nothing I can do to change your mind?â
âNo, Etho, I-â
âNothing at all?â
--
After Etho fails the Villain's loyalty test, he pleads for Gem's forgiveness.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Idk if you still take life series requests, but of you do:
Then I either ask for majorwood wild life, where Martyn apologises to Scott for killing him
Or Jimmy, Tango and Skizz beging in love
Okay, that's all, love your writing, bye
tysm!! i do still take life series reqs <3 i would love to write more majorwood, i love them soooo much. im kind of unfamiliar with jimmy/tango/skizz but im down to explore it! maybe as a drabble<3 tysm for the kind words and prompts!
She snatched her hand away when he reached for it, curling her lip at him in distaste. âGo back to the cabin boys, Etho. We donât want you here. You got that? We donât want you.â
He shrunk back, hurt. Those soft vulpine ears pressed against his white hair, and his two-toned eyes met hers. Maybe he saw something there that contradicted the hateful words coming from her mouth. Maybe he was just stupid. Both were equally likely. âThereâs really nothing I can do to change your mind?â
âNo, Etho, I-â
âNothing at all?â
--
After Etho fails the Villain's loyalty test, he pleads for Gem's forgiveness.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I'm cooking, I can't stop thinking about the three of them. I could keep going to be fair, I have about 600 more words written of this..
Tazercraft/Fit freaky link sex. Save me..save me.
If you asked Mike normally, heâd say that his link with Pac was the best thing thatâs ever happened to either of them. Hard to feel lonely when someoneâs thoughts, feelings, and sensations are just a thought away. Difficult to let anger simmer and burn away any feelings when itâs balanced by someone else's sadness and overflow of emotions.
Right now, though, Mike has never wished the link would go away more.
He takes off his glasses and runs his hand down his face, sighing softly and shivering yet again at the phantom feeling of hands on his body. He breathes slowly and tries his hardest to block out Pacâs physical feelings while still keeping a close eye on his emotions, ready to take over at the first sign of discomfort. Pacâs never been good at speaking up for himself, so Mike normally tries to stick around and make sure heâs okay. Especially now, especially with a new partner.
The difference between right now and every other time Pacâs had sex is that Pac is not trying at all to block the physical sensations leaking through. It actually seems like he's pushing them more onto Mike. Normally, his focus is split between keeping Mike away from that and enjoying the moment. Right now, though, it seems that he canât be bothered.
Pac
It feels good doesnât it Mikey?
Yes now can you please stop, Iâm trying to get things done
Pac doesnât respond, and the feelings donât lessen at all. Mike breathes sharply at the feeling of fingers clumsily exploring a cunt that Mike doesn't have. It's a weird feeling, a phantom wetness between his legs. He can feel Pacâs pleasure and smugness radiating off of him through their link. Mike pushes away from the table heâd been working at and lays his head over the backrest of the chair. He breathes slowly and his hands shake as the feeling of being stretched becomes more intense. Fucking Pac, fucking asshole.
Pac Iâm serious
Just enjoy it, feels so good
Mike rolls his eyes and pushes his displeasure through their link. Heâs hard in his boxers, an aching heat that he knows Pac can feel just as much as Mike can feel Fit pressing a third finger inside of him. It seems a little unnecessary to Mike, thereâs no way Fit is big enough to warrant such intense stretching.
He canât do anything but sit and deal with it so he might as well have some fun as well. It's far from the first time they've done something like this.
Mike closes his eyes and pushes himself more fully into Pacâs head, forcing his way into his consciousness. The feelings instantly become 100% more intense and he cusses softly, grappling for control of some sort. Pac makes space for him and Mike finds himself staring through Pacâs eyes. He glances down and heat curls in his stomach.
Jesus christ
Heâs so big right?
Pac groans out loud when Fit slowly starts to press in, Mikeâs hand flys to the tent in his boxers and presses down. The movement only intensifies the pleasure Pac feels in return. Fit looks up and meets their eyes finally and blinks slowly, before laughing a little as a smile spreads across his face.
âOi Mikeâ Fit greets like itâs nothing and Mike feels giddy excitement curl in his chest, courtesy of Pac. At the sound of his name on Fit's lips, Mike spits in his hand and wraps it around his cock. He squirms.
Idk if you are still accepting Drabble requests, if you are tho could I ask for detailed Fit creampie-ing PacđŠđ (preferably a pussy but you choose what heâs got down there lmao) thank u smđđ
ohoho you want detail? i will give you detail, anon :]
it's quiet in their room. there's no music, no show on in the background, no idle noise machine.
it's just the sound of their breathing, panting, the squelch of pac's pussy as fit presses in and out of him smoothly. pac is on his side, a leg propped up as fit has... about half of his cock in.
it's hard for pac to fit more of him. they have a method to it, and it takes a while, and with how sweetly tonight is going, he's not sure it's going to happen. fit usually has to get pac on his lap so gravity can handle the five inches that pac can't get in- fit doesn't fit was not a joke.
he's a good eleven inches long, and pac can barely figure out how thick- he'd compare it to a soda can, maybe? it's hard to get even half in, but fit is always gentle. he works him open on three or four fingers, taking his time and using plenty of lube. his head will press in slowly, and he has to slowly rock into pac.
pac is a size queen, though, so it is more than fine. besides- him and mike have been into fisting for forever, so it's not the worst. he's taken bigger toys- it's just different when it's attached to someone and rock hard.
fit's murmuring something to him he can't quite make out, and then he's on his back, legs up, fits legs moving to a squat, almost, and pac's eyes roll back in his head as the position immediately presses an extra inch into him.
fit has him in a fucking mating press.
it makes his legs ache, but it feels so, so wonderful, and he has to try so hard to relax as fit starts pressing more insistently, wanting to get more in him. as fit reaches for the lube for the rest of the way, pac is shivering, legs shaking the way they would if fit had a vibrator pressed to them.
he can feel every vein. he can feel how the skin on fit's cock is twitching. he can feel the head pulsing in him, drips of precum deep inside of him, fit's bright red and engorged tip rubbing up right against the deepest part of him- pac just hopes he doesn't start thrusting. that would hurt his cervix.
luckily, fit doesn't. he switches between the slow, insistent, press of his hips, forcing his way in, and little thrusts that rub up against pac's g-spot and slowly start to rock more of himself into pac.
it feels like ages, one of fit's hands keeping him in place, the other rubbing sweet circles on his t-dick, jerking it off a little between two fingers, but then fit is in. he's in.
he gives one harsher thrust, and he's seated, all eleven inches in pac as pac shouts, hands digging into fit's flesh, head dropping back against the bed and eyes rolling back in his head. his mouth is open, a little drool on the side, strained noises leaving him consistently as his chest heaves. when he feels sane enough, he glances down, and then his immediately thrown back.
he can see fit inside of him.
fit notices as well, hand moving from his t-dick to the bump on his stomach, rubbing in, moaning as he can feel his cock from the outside. his tip is pressed right into pac's cervix, and he doesn't dare thrust, just circles his hips, rubbing in. the hand travels upwards, flicking pac's nipple, and that's all it takes.
pac squeezes down on him, walls pulsing as he cums around fit's cock- it's not like he can squirt, with the dick so deep in him. there's nowhere for it to go.
the sensation makes fit cum, lifting pac's hips up as he doubles over, creaming deep in pac, right up against his deepest bits. only a little trickles out as he pumps his cum into his boyfriend, strings of cum pressed deep inside of him, making the bump in his stomach only swell more.
the cum feels so hot inside of pac, warm and right deep in him, and it makes him cum again, hips twitching, body twitching and jerking randomly from the overwhelm of pleasure of sensation.
fit waits in him for a while, hoping the seed will take as deep as it is, and then angles pac's hips way, way up. he takes both of pac's ankles and holds them up before sliding out- this way, the cum will stay in him, instead of gravity spilling all of his hard work.
even so, there's so, so much inside of pac and he's stretched so wide open that fit can see a bead of it in pac- he immediately fingers it deep back into him, where it belongs. he holds pac up like that for a good while, watching intently, pressing his cum back into pac's cunt whenever it tries to escape.
as writers/artists, can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE talk about how incredible it is to get comments on your work?
because sure a post with 90 notes is great, but a post with 2 notes and one of them is a reblog with twenty hashtags and someone yelling over what you made? or a reply on twt brainstorming with you? or a comment on an ao3 post?
magic. itâs literal magic.
sorry this isnât horny posting iâm just thinkin rn
I am here on my hands and knees begging for more puppy kink fitpac content đđđ
prison freaked pac out, made him dissociate and feel out of control, so he weasels fit into his cell just before lights out and nearly shoves him to his knees
he needs his dog. now more than ever he just needs fit to be his puppy so he can feel in control of something, can get in touch with the life he lives outside of prison
and honestly it probably comes out more as âneed you puppy- need youââ but fit gets it. its hard to subdrop or lean into that headspace when its. fucking prison? and they dont have any collars or anything, which usually sets it off
but pacs geared up enough that fit plummets. fit doesnt move, canât speak, doesnt fuckin Blink without pacs permission. he moves when pac bites out that he can move. he sits when pac says so, between his thighs when he sits on the bed.
for a long time, they just sit like that. fits resting his head on pacâs thigh while pac scratches at his nape and just- tries to relish in the feeling of knowing fits in his hands, he does what he wants and only what he wants.
then he tightens his grip on the back of fitâs shirt, tugging up to ghost some pressure near his throat, an echo of where his collar would be, âbark for me. a low bark, cachorrinho, bark low.â
fit can whine for maybe a second before pac doubles his grip with a hiss, âfit.â
and he barks, quiet, muted. pac can see his face red with embarrassment, worried someone mightve heard.
his head spins. âyouâre mine.â he says, and its supposed to be harsh but it comes out more dulcet and weak.
fit turns to press a kiss to his knee with eyes that say more than he needs to speak and pac starts shoving down his pants before he thinks about it any longer
always disappointed when i see someone bring up breeding and then they dont want to talk abt pregnancy even a little bit. only creampies and dirty talk? no big pregnancy belly? no hormonal outbursts? no waddling or panting and leaning on things cos theyre so heavy? no morning sickness or pregnancy cravings or labor pangs or painful births or
âAh-ah,â Roier tuts, shifting to take Cellbitâs place and grabbing Pacâs hips, forcing him to sit still on top of Fit. He ignores the way Pac cries out, just pressing himself close along Pacâs back, nibbling at his neck. âMe too, queridito.â
Pacâs still processing what Roierâs words mean when he feels a new pressure where his cunt parts around Fitâs dick. His eyes widen and he babbles, clawing his way upright - scratching Fit in the process - and trying to elbow Roier off him. The spider hybrid just catches his arms, hissing into his ear, and Pac stops dead, chest heaving.
AH good question. obviously pissa, i have been obsessed with them since the start.
i generally like all of the "big" canon ships, fitpac, bagina, fooligetta, spiderbit etc. i'm a huuuge starhalo enjoyer, and i really want to write something for them once i figure out how to write etoiles
there aren't a ton of ships i wouldn't at least try and get into. there are some that i haven't seen the light on because i haven't watched their pov but i'm always down to try and explore a ship if its suggested!
