I use they/them pronouns!
The closest label I have is genderqueer. I feel both all of the gender and none of the gender. (Listen, I wish it made sense as well)
I'm a multifandom fanfic writer!
I have ADHD, so usually the fics I write are connected to my current hyperfixation. I really only write x reader fanfics. If I do any character x character fics's it usually because I've made the ship polly >:)
I'm also dyslexic!
Which makes writing as my main hobby just so much fun... I am having fun, but jesus christ, I wish the English languge made any sense to me. In reality, it just means that my editing isn't always the best, but I do try to proofread the best I can :p
My blog is 18+
While I personally don't write smut, I do reblog smut!
Reblogs and likes are always appreciated!
I don't have any friends who are in the online fandom space. So posting my writing is really the only place I get to talk about my interests freely. In turn, any interactions with my posts always feels super cool. I'm so grateful for all the interaction my blog gets.
My blog has some old writing.
I've had this blog since high school (which is crazy to think about). So I have a fair amount of writing that I wouldn't call great posted, but I don't feel the need to delete any of it. If you see a fic I've written but it's not on my masterlist, it's just because it's old and I don't want to actively point people towards it.
Thank you for reading <3 and I hope to see you around!
I just want the nerdy wolf boooooooooy ;-;
He's going to fit perfectly next to my other blorbos ( •̀ ᴖ •́ )
Also congrats to the big TV man for winning Tumblr sexyman 2026
Sans took him out for ketchup shots to celebrate, trust (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡
Drunk!ghost who slurs on and on about being married when gaz drops him off to you. He makes a big deal of not touching you when you try to guide him upstairs, tells you "m' lovie 's gorgeous. Never need anything else so fock off–"
And of course he refuses to let you sleep in the same bed as him, he's married, got it? So you sleep on the couch after watching a movie, awfully endeared by your husband.
Only to wake up to him standing over you at 3am with the saddest puppy dog eyes asking "why're you out here, love? Did I do something wrong? :(" and bodily hauling you to bed so he can smother you in slightly more sober cuddles.
Valko likes to act like he’s got his shit together.
He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even
But his tail is a fucking snitch.
The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.
He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.
Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.
It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.
You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).
“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”
He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.
He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…
Pope Cody would wrangle you into bed and then distract you enough to get your phone from your hands.
Pope Cody would cuddle in odd positions to prevent either of you from getting too hot, but also put just enough of his weight on you for your body to get the memo that its chill time.
Pope Cody would eat a few fruit gummies and then when you ask for one would gives you a melatonin gummy. If you say anything about the flavor, he just shrugs and says, "bag must be getting old." (He hates the texture of gummies btw)
Pope Cody would listen to you babble about anything and everything to let your brain tire itself out before saying, "it's okay, you can sleep now," when you can't keep your eyes open anymore.
Pope Cody would do all this just to then stay awake all night and watch you sleep. Maybe getting an hour here and there when he manages to feel at peace enough with you safe in his arms.
... Long story short, I need a Pope Cody to get me to go to sleep when my body is sending every signal it can that I'm exhausted, but ADHD keeps my brain on and hunting for dopamine.
Not all of the people reading your x reader fics have white skin
Just a gentle reminder before you write characteristics that assume whiteness and exclude your black/indigenous/poc supporters-specifically in 'x reader' works.
I love and appreciate writers, but this is a recurring avoidable issue (going on for decades now).
"your dusky pink nipples" "your face turned just as red as his" "he could see the blush on your face" “your cheeks furiously blushed” “your ears burn bright red” “The look in your reddened face” “your knuckles white with effort” “bruised purple against your light skin”
Describing the physical feeling instead of the visual change helps include your readers while also elevating your writing IMO.
Anyone can say "Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment" or "Your face flushed" but wouldn't you rather say "A burning heat rushed across your face, from your neck to the tip of your nose, prickling right underneath the surface. You look anywhere but him, hoping your newfound interest in the buildings ceiling tiles will ease the fire tightening beneath your skin" And instead of the other character pointing out that the readers face is red, they can point out the obvious flustered facial expression/body language.
If you want your reader insert to have white/fairskin, then just label them white!reader or put the mention in the warnings/summary.
↪I have reached out to writers I favored/supported before and sometimes I have been met with severe hostility and defensiveness. I often wonder if people are doing this purposefully or for some reason think only white people read their fanfics (?)-if that's the case then be upfront and label your reader inserts as white!reader or something PLEASE. It’s gotten to the point where I feel like black women and other POC aren’t wanted or considered in these fandoms because it comes off like that in your writing. If you need a different motivation, just know you're missing out on more interactions, reblogs, and a bigger reader base. I don’t know why white is the default for so many writers in unspecified x reader/reader insert fics-the people on your blog following, reading, and supporting you aren’t all white and fair-skinned.
I am not talking about OC fics or fics where race/skintone is x specified in summary or warnings. This is specifically about unspecified "x reader" where whiteness is assumed as the default
Put in the comments good replacements for writers to use!
andrew cody, even at his most dominant with you, hates hearing you beg. with every past girlfriend he'd loved it. wanted to make them squirm and cry and wait. but as soon as you say "please" for anything, it makes his gut twist around itself like a knife. the idea of his pretty girl being denied anything, ever, makes him fucking sick. he never allows you to doubt if you're going to get what you want, whether it's his cock or something from a high shelf or a new tennis bracelet. he borderline growls when you have to ask one of his brothers for something twice in a row because they didn't hear or ignored you the first time.
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
And you really thought Simon would be a little mean during sex. He had to be a sadist after everything he’s been through.
So, when he’s between your parted thighs, you’re shocked when he speaks to you so softly. Quietly begging in your ear, cock pressed to the hilt, for you to be good for him.
And everytime you let out a whine, fingers tightening at his shoulders because he’s massive and you feel like you’re splitting in two with every thrust; he shushes you. ‘You can take it. Yes—yes you can.’
And when you clench tighter around him because the cadence of his voice licks warmth in your core, he smiles. ‘There you go, baby. Just like that.’
Y'all the Love and Deepspace drama has me so fucked up I'm thinking about redownload Mystic Messenger.
If Infold won't give me a red-headed nerdy sweetheart then I'll return to my roots and go back to waking up at 2 am for a fictional chat room ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
Rommy, I beg!! The boys!! What weird ways do they court their omega?? Mostly Ghost because I think he’d be the most odd.
Ohhhh ghost courting his omega is....a danger to anyone involved.... <:0
Others give favourite snacks or drinks as courting gifts. Something small to show they can feed you and know you well enough to follow your preferences.
The first courting gift ghost gives you is multiple coolers full of deer meat. That he personally hunted and butchered, of course. The heart, you notice, already has a bite taken from it...
Others try to show-off to gain affection, usually in competition with others. Arm wrestling is popular, but on base sparring is a go-to. That, or drinking games.
Ghost....isn't allowed to do that after he "accidentally" put that one lieutenant trying to court you in the hospital. Now? You get USB drives full of his favourite bodycam clips from ops. Usually of his brutal hand-to-hand combat and guerilla warfare, but he once got you a 13 hour video of him sniping for you to "fall asleep to, lovie."
All that is to say, anytime you express dislike towards someone you need to quietly assure ghost you don't want them hurt in any way.
I lowkey hate when programs talk to me in a friendly way. "don't worry, nearly there!" Shut up. It should say "loading 64.3% completed. Do not turn off device" and absolutely nothing else. You arent my friend you are computer. Act like it
Word count: 1k ⚝ Fluff ⚝ No Warnings ⚝ poor editing as per usual
“And then we could hit the Ferris wheel and see the sunset!” Cassie explained, skipping ahead of the group slightly, the map of the theme park gripped tightly in her hands. Tim rolls his eyes affectionately picking up his pace to keep up with her.
It was nice to see both of them so relaxed.
With Tim’s identity exposed to the team, Cassie got to enjoy being in public with her boyfriend more often, and the rest of the team gets to enjoy the benefits of being friends with a Wayne child. Benefits like going to theme parks with everything paid for under the guise of ‘team building’ (Bruce knows you all get a long great, but he needs to at lest trick himself into thinking he’s not getting swindled).
Though the relaxation falters with a small gust of wind.
Bart, who couldn’t control his impulse to run ahead, is now stood next to you holding a small basket of French fries. A half smirk came to his face as your eyes met. His expression is slightly sheepish as he realizes he’s been caught.
You simply shake your head before returning your attention back to the group. Fighting the impulse to put a leash on him.
~~~
Despite the bright colors and fast rides, amusement parks are always oddly slow. Long lines, waiting to ensure you're buckled correctly, waiting for the ride to start, trying to walk through crowds, the list goes on. A surprising amount of waiting for something supposed to be exciting… Far too long a wait for a hyperactive speedster.
The worst line so far had been the Ferris wheel. The ride, Cassie was adamant that everyone was going on… yay!
You and Bart are stood at the end of the area of the line the team was taking up. Everyone is talking among themselves, deciding who should get on first.
You turned with a shy smile, about to ask if Bart wanted to ride with you (PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE) or if he wanted to swap. Bart, however, isn’t paying much attention to the conversation.
His voice is soft and mumbled as he talks to himself. His fingers twitch at his sides, playing with a loose thread from his jeans in an attempt to keep busy. You can tell he’s flickering his eyes with his speed based on the way they’re vibrating slightly. Then they pause on something in the distance, his browns twitch together like they always do just before he-
“Nope!” Reflex kicking in as you reached out, grabbing the collar of his shirt. Giving you the once-in-a-lifetime accomplishment of beating him at something speed-related, “We’ve been in this line for almost 20 minutes, I’m not going to the back just because you jet off at the last minute.” Though your tone is teasing, the stiff laugh at the end lets him know you're being serious.
Bart’s focus had shifted completely to you after the slight clotheslining. His brows pulled raised in both suppise and nerves. His eyes flicker again as he half steps closer to you, almost like he’s encouraging your touch instead of running from it. The thought makes your face heat up slightly.
“I’ll be quick! Fast as the Flash ha- ha-!”
“Bart.” His nervous laughter softened with your expression hardening. “What’s going on?”
“Ahhh, I just-” His head flickered between you and the slow-moving ride a few times. Trying to get his mouth to catch up with his thoughts. “This ride does not look crash. We’ve been sitting and waiting ALL day, and this ride is literally about sitting and waiting to get to the top!” He whispers yells, closing the distance between you more, “I don’t know if I can do this one, I’m toooootally going to crash the mode.”
You couldn’t hold in the giggle that bubbled up, your expression soft once again with a loving smile. Loosening your hold on his collar to let your hand rest over his heart. The hyped up organ creates more of a vibration than a beat.
“Big deep breath speedy… I’m not just going to leave you to crash,” You can feel his heart pick up slightly before slowing with his breath, “If you really don’t think you can get on, then I’ll let you run off some steam and cover for you, but it would be really lonely to get to the top without you~”
The corners of Bart’s lips had twitched up slightly, seemingly a little dazed as he listened to you before snapping back in as his cheeks flushed a few shades deeper.
“O-oh, we’re riding together?” His head tilted, but it was hard to tell if it was out of innocence or in teasing. One of his hands comes up to cover yours lightly, wanting to keep your touch but not if you didn’t want to give it.
“Well, only if you want to. I’m sure Gar will switch if you wanna ride with Jaime?” You're barely halfway through giving him an out before his grip on your hand tightens. Intertwining your fingers against his chest, making the position slightly awkward, but the jester still sweet. His smile grows as his mind slows enough to let him enjoy this moment with you.
The line shuffled ahead of you as staff began to load people onto the ride. The rest of the team wooing and laughing in the excitement of finally getting on the ride.
Bart shifts your intertwined hands into a more comfortable position between the two of you. His palm is warm, you can feel the calouses between his fingers from where the gloves of his suit dig in.
Your hands stay locked as the two of you are let onto the ride. The soft clicks of the lap bar are the last interaction you have on the ground before the ride begins to move.
Your stomach drops as the enclosed metal bench rises up, letting you look over the rest of the theme park. Over the building and rides the sun falls into the horizon. Warm hues of orange and pink are beginning to take over the sky.
“The sun does look really pretty. Maybe Cassie was onto something.” You hum, looking to Bart only to find he was already looking at you. His eyes twitched over to the view of the horizon momentarily before returning to yours.
“Eh, I prefer looking at you.”
