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my world and mind turned into a blog.

[eudaimaniacs]

𑣲┆𝚎𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚜' 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ˚.⋆ֹ

ᯓ𑣲 a compilation of my writings for easier navigation.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: november 26, 2024.𖥔 ݁ ˖

⋆˚꩜｡𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

ᯓ𑣲 universe/s included: jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia

⋆˚꩜｡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

ᯓ𑣲 a compilation of fanfiction about celebrities and their fictional roles.

[tragicbutpretty]

At the same damn time

[eudaimaniacs]

so... the philippines banned tumblr because they thought it was a gambling site. help us tumblr and tumblr users. tons of filipino users are in tumblr for their creative pursuits. please help us unban the app/site.

(did a hack to access tumblr here)

[eudaimaniacs]

⟢ ˚.  𝚕𝚊𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 - 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊  ⊹   ❜ .ᐟ

୨୧﹒ ﹒art credit to hunnismoker on twt﹒꒱ྀི

ꫂ❁ Imagining Hiromi Higuruma, your law professor, fucking you senseless in his office, thinking that you may have failed his subject. No, he just needs to let out that frustration hiding behind his black blazer, tight white-button up, and green tie, which is now cuffing your hands. Your lace panties don’t hide the beautiful moans of Hiromi’s name as he thrusts you on top of the mahogany table, messing up the countless papers he has to check later. He tells you to be quiet, but how can you? Whenever he’s teaching and taking a peek at your panties, you know another office visit will happen.❁ꫂ

✎ᝰ eudaimaniacs

[maxieurekaevermore]

Ya'll don't know what type of slut I will become once this panels get animated

[eudaimaniacs]

🗒 an important note from the blog's author .ᐟ

it's been a year since i have updated and written new material in this blog. it feels weird to come back after inactivity, and i apologize for that.

life happened, and i lost motivation writing fanfiction. i am studying creative writing, which requires a lot of writing, as you can tell by the name. my creative juices were drained after the finals, but i am still sad that i couldn't write new fanfic for this blog.

to add, i grew out of my interests and whenever i write, i need to have that inspiration. i am sorry, but i can't write fanfiction if the character/s isn't my hyperfixation. if you're expecting me to write about this certain character or universe, i could try, but it would take a lot of effort from me.

i am trying to revive this blog and exercise my fiction writing. i have and will always love fanfiction. i grew up on it and would like to attempt it once more step-by-step.

i know no one will ever read this, but if you're curious as to why i suddenly posted, this will be an important read.

thank you for reading my works and to more writing!

[rokusasuxiii]

anyway. i’m being completely serious when i say that so many of you should be writing and publishing your own stories. if two mediocre white men can write a half assed story and get critical acclaim, just imagine what you can do

[digitalnaya]

[oldhollywoodniall]

is it too late for gregory peck to become pope

[subtextsays]

New none pizza left beef just dropped

[artificialvirgin-deactivated202]

[eudaimaniacs]

Imagine fucking Old Man! Logan on his rocking chair.

Only wearing your flannel and socks, your loud pants drive the cowboy hat-wearing man crazy. Logan grips your hips as you rock him harder and faster. You don’t care if the wooden porch crashes from the impact. The rocking chair swings quicker, and you don’t know if it’s Logan’s dick making you dizzy or the chair. Either way, it makes your stomach bloom because of how great he’s making you feel.

“Gosh, honey. You feel so fucking good,” Logan grunts and praises the feeling of your tight pussy hugging his cock. Your dumb self cannot form words, and the older man takes notice, smirking and laughing at your messy face. Your eyebrows scrunching, hair sticking to your forehead, and your mouth singing sweet melodies; it was a sight to behold. You grind harder and grab Logan’s massive shoulders. He assists your new quickened pace by wrapping his hands around your waist. You close the distance and give him Logan a show with your bouncing tits. He nuzzles his face as you continue humping on his cock.

You feel your stomach generating that familiar feeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the bliss continues to build up. Logan sees the immense pleasure painted on your face and encourages you to cum. You faintly hear his praises of how good you feel, how you’re taking the old man’s massive length well, and how he was lucky to be with a girl like you. Your loud moans overtook Logan’s words of encouragement and maybe even the creatures of the vast forest hearing them.

“Oh, g-god! L-Logan, I’m c-close!” You scream and begin to bounce on his dick at an abnormally fast pace. Logan chuckles and grabs your hips to help the two of you cum. Your back bends, and the animalistic moan you let out makes him growl and massage your breast. On the side of the rocking chair, your legs were shaking at the immense pleasure you were going to receive. Logan grunts as he focuses on how well your tiny cunt swallows his giant cock. One thrust and you were undone; you moan his name and feel his warm cum filling your pussy and painting its walls white. Logan made sure that every drop of his seed went inside of you before pulling out. You put your head against his broad chest as Logan wraps you with the discarded blanket laid on the floor. Your eyes flutter, and the older man strokes your hair, comforting you after many rounds of fucking on his rocking chair. The forest breeze, the slow swaying of the rocking chair, and the warmth of Logan’s cum guiding you to sleep.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[eudaimaniacs]

trying for one (hugh jackman x female reader)

summary: babysitting and playing with your niece made your husband, Hugh, think about starting a family. however, the conversation and idea of it makes you nervous, but Hugh's there to soothe your worries.

word count: 1.5k words

notes: i've been in a fluff and soft mood since the upcoming workload for my finals will definitely make me burnt out. so, don't expect some smut coming (unless inspiration strikes). enjoy!

“Can I play with you again, aunt [Y/N]?”

The joyful giggles of the little girl jumping on the carpet filled Hugh’s apartment. You get infected and chuckle at the wondrous excitement of your niece, Penelope. Her adorable plush, a brown teddy bear holding a heart, gets dragged on the ground by its feet. You playfully run after her as Penelope runs to the kitchen, still giggling.

“Uncle Hugh, Aunt [Y/N] is chasing me!” Penelope takes a glimpse behind and sees you slowly running towards her. She comes into contact with Hugh, who’s cooking dinner and baking some chocolate chip cookies for your niece to snack on later. Hugh laughs at Penelope’s energy and attempts to hide from you by holding onto his leg.

You tease Penelope and shriek, “You can’t hide away from me, Penny! I can still see you.” The little girl hugs Hugh’s leg tightly, with the teddy bear joining in. She playfully rubs her face as she closes her eyes. Hugh stops stirring the soup and looks down at the young girl.

“Don’t worry, Penny. You’re safe with me,” Hugh joins the game as he laughs at you, defeated that you can’t quickly grab your niece. Penelope’s grip on her uncle’s leg was firm and Hugh was equally too. You sit down on the floor and give a fake pout, signaling defeat. Hugh and Penelope burst out laughing at your expression. You put your hands up and sigh to your niece that you give up on chasing her. Also, dinner was starting soon, and you didn’t want a hyper child bothering you and Hugh.

You stand up and grab Penelope, who has now stopped hugging Hugh’s leg. Carrying her to the living room, you caress her hair and tell your niece how tired you are already. Her giggles filled the apartment again as she poked your cheek, teasing how you had given up already because of her uncle. Hugh’s eyes softened, and the sides of his lips creased as he saw the two of you cleaning up Penelope’s toys sprawled on the carpet. He admired how comfortable you were at babysitting your niece. It didn’t feel like a chore but, instead, an opportunity for the two of you to connect more. Having Hugh as Penelope’s uncle was an added benefit, as the three of you would roleplay as the X-Men. Your niece loved that the Wolverine was her uncle and was often excited when your older brother would ask you to take care of her.

The topic of starting a family with Hugh has come up several times; however, the schedules clashed, and there was no time to get pregnant without a film shooting, press tour, awarding, and any event getting in the way. In spite of that, you and Hugh wanted to raise children, and with you babysitting Penelope occasionally, your husband was more than eager to start it as soon as possible.

After a wondrous dinner with Penelope mimicking Hugh’s character by growling and her countless tales of boasting that her uncle is Wolverine and her aunt is a famous actress, you were glad that her eyes began fluttering. You dressed her in comfortable pajamas and waited for her to sleep soundly in the guest bedroom. The peaceful sight of your niece dreaming while hugging her teddy bear made your heartstrings tug. You wanted to start a life, a new chapter where you and Hugh would have some little mini me’s running and playing around the house.

You close the lights and the door, then make your way to the kitchen, where Hugh’s cleaning the dishes. The look of domestic life on your husband produced butterflies in your stomach. He was tender and hugged you every day, and your heart became warmer. Hugh was a complete package—he could cook and clean, had a great sense of humor, was a gentleman, and many more qualities that you couldn’t list off in a day. Having him as your husband was great, but him being the father of your children was beyond that.

You embrace Hugh from behind and kiss his shoulders, eliciting a surprised hum from him. You swayed and lightly sang some sweet-nothing as your husband washed the dishes. The lights of New York City sparkled in the dark blue sky; it looked like stars twinkling for the two of you. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against Hugh’s broad back. You sighed and hugged him tighter, trying to find the words to start the conversation.

Hugh’s profound yet silky soft voice broke the silence, “Got something on your mind, darling?” Your throat seizes up as you are still nervous to bring up the topic. But what were you scared of? Hugh was comfortable with starting a family, and so were you, but the current schedules and the combined fame of the two of you could be the downfall of the marriage. You saw some of your famous friends getting divorced after having children, and the media dragged the story until they found a new one. You know your marriage with Hugh won’t end up like that; however, time can deteriorate the relationship and you don’t want your future children to be affected.

“A lot, actually, but don’t mind me, Hugh,” you whisper and lightly rub your face against his wool sweater. Hugh hummed at your answer as he took the towel to dry his arms. He turned around to see you looking down and lightly playing with your fingers. Hugh knew what you were precisely thinking, so he grabbed your hand and guided you to the living room. You rest your head on his shoulder, fussing with the blanket. Hugh wrapped his arm around your waist, smelling the floral scent of your hair.

“Is it about Penelope?” Hugh gently pressed the question, starting the family conversation. You look up, and your gaze softens as your eyes begin to water. Hugh softly grabbed your face and passionately kissed you. The taste of his lips and the way your tongues danced assured you that Hugh would listen and understand you. You broke the kiss and gently tickled his chin. Hugh’s arms were now rubbing your back, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Well, it’s almost about her. I just had a thought, and I hope you won’t be—”

“Is it about starting a family?” Hugh’s eyebrows raised as he finally asked the central question of the night. You nervously chuckle and avert your gaze away.

Hugh ran his fingers through your hair and softly whispered, “Don’t be scared of that, [Y/N]. I’ve always wanted to have children with you, and seeing you taking care of Penelope made me want it to happen faster.” You sighed and finally told your husband how scared you were to start a family with your careers and the fame that could kill your marriage. Your voice trembled at the thought of having a broken family, and the media and internet won’t ever let the two of you forget it.

Hugh waited for you to let out all of your emotions, and when you cried on his chest, he silenced and massaged your back. He made sure that all of your worries faded into the night. While he didn’t want the conversation about starting a family to make you cry, Hugh was happy that you brought up your fears instead of hiding them from him.

“We haven’t tried yet, [Y/N]. You don’t have to be scared. I’m always here for you, no matter what,” Hugh soothingly reassures you that his love for you won’t go away. You hugged him tighter as if he was going to be taken away from you. Hugh gently sang your favorite song as he kissed every spot that would cure your fears. Your heart followed the soft melodies he was singing and felt every light in the city guiding you to Hugh’s light again.

You looked up at your husband and wiped your tears with your shirt. Your tear-stricken face displays little hope as you ask, “Are we going to try right now?”

Hugh lightly chuckled and answered, “Of course, my darling. I want to start a family with you. However, I want you to be relaxed. I don’t want you to be scared and worried. Always remember that I will be here when we have our first child.”

You crack a little smile as Hugh continues to soothe every worried area of your body and soul. You sleep on his chest and dream of the day when the two of you finally tried having a child that would blossom into a beautiful family. Hugh carried you to the bedroom, akin to how you took Penelope’s sleeping figure, covered you with blankets, and hugged you tighter. His eyes softly gazed and prayed that your anxieties would be gone by the morning. The night sky took your darkest thoughts of starting a new chapter with Hugh, and as the sun broke, the hopeful idea of trying for one finally filled your heart.

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[eudaimaniacs]

Imagine Hugh hard-launching you by bringing you as his date on the movie premiere.

The camera flashes were blinding, and the shouts of the paparazzi almost made it worse. However, Hugh’s hand on your waist and your head meeting his broad chest calmed you down. The crowd and attention were more energized than the ones you attended before. You, too, were a famous actress and garnered tons of blinding camera flashes even when you were not attending an event like a premiere.

Your alleged relationship with Hugh was a prevailing rumor that, on red carpets, some interviewers would rudely ask about it. The two of you dodged the questions since you didn’t want to launch the relationship immediately. With the rising interest of the internet on Hugh and your busy schedule, the two of you decided to attend together at his latest movie’s premiere.

You wore a subtle, lacy black dress to not overshow and Hugh is in his sleek black suit. The two of you walked with confidence and shared some laughs as the crowd and paparazzi shouted your names. Hugh noticed that you were agitated at the flashes and loud noises. He kissed your forehead and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, even joking to make you feel more relaxed. Thankfully, the two of you avoided rude interviewers who were more interested in asking invasive questions about the relationship.

Hugh’s freaky side couldn’t be contained as he squeezed your ass, remarking how the tight black dress hugged every curve. You giggle and kiss his cheek as you hold his hand at your waist tighter. The crowd went wild then Hugh jokingly asked if he could kiss you, calling it the best shot of the night. You agreed, and your lips crashed with his soft ones. Even with your eyes closed, the blinding flashes of the cameras increased as the two of you launched the relationship and gave the crowd what they wanted.

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[cheriepepsi]

starting at 12am

[eudaimaniacs]

Imagine running away with old man Logan…

Logan is waiting outside in his worn-down car. You try not to make a noise when exiting through your bedroom window and slowly going down the roof. Logan catches you as you quietly step on the rocky pavement. You giggle and kiss him, knowing that no neighbor was peeping and sabotaging this plan. You lean on his shoulder and sleep with Logan’s hand on your thighs and the other driving the two of you away.

You don’t know where Logan’s going to take you. You only command him to drive you far away from this town. As you lay down on his lap, the dusty scent of the old car fills the air. You tell Logan about your dreams that you can’t wait to fulfill. He can’t help but chuckle and assure you can be who you are with him. You scratch his chin, kiss him and get tickled by his salt-and-pepper beard, and stop in the middle of the road to fuck. Sometimes, Logan gets risky and bends you over the hood of the car or fucks you in the field.

You rent a couple of motels to take a rest and continue having sex there. It’s sketchy but provides the necessary privacy you asked Logan for. You and Logan sleep soundly and continue to drive anywhere the road takes you. Even with all the worn-down and dilapidated rooms you sleep in and the hot summer air, having Logan next to you as you embark on a new journey is the best.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[cheriepepsi]

He wouldn’t even need to ask twice to come in