SoyBoi

Sawyer. He/Him Multi Fandom/Multi Ship Writer.

[osmo-sian]

A Wolf on The Path

Summary:  A reworking of Little Red Riding Hood written for Compendium: A FFXV fanzine, with our favourite slimy man as a predatory wolf. 

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16043651

If you’re interested in the zine, then feel free to buy it at: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/628379437/compendium-a-ffxv-charity-fanzine?ref=shop_home_active_1

All proceeds go to Cancer Research UK

The moon was high and it made Ardyn’s body ache.

The fresh scent of a new prey made Ardyn ache too. Each cell occupying his body felt electrified, poised for the game of cat and mouse– or, more specifically, wolf and mouse. Just the concept was enough to allow a small, humoured breath to fall from Ardyn’s mirthful mouth. The identical creatures beside him trembled too, as if the moon were full instead of waning. Ridiculous creatures. Ardyn struggled to hold back an eye-roll, pushing back annoyance in favour of the building excitement as his prey’s scent strengthened.

Ardyn watched the figure bustle through the forest, the hemline of their white coat raking across the underbrush below. This was almost perfect. His stomach clenched in anticipation of the hunt. He watched intently as the damp flecks of grass and mud travelled across the fabric, staining the otherwise pristine creature. A slow smile toyed along the edges of Ardyn’s lips, amber eyes burning– riveted– in the dimming light surrounding them.

Ravus lifted his gaze away from the beaten forest path, as if alerted to the still silent presence.

Barely able to suppress yet another humoured laugh, Ardyn pressed his body further against the rough bark of a tree, pushing himself deeper into the shadows of the overgrowth. After a pause, Ravus continued along the path, watching his feet as he moved, content in the false truth of solitude.

As the wind whistled its song against Ardyn’s ears, Ardyn allowed a slow growl to fall from his twitching lips. Ravus’ ears pricked as the soft sound was carried towards him by the thin air. He halted, feet kicking up brown and green flecks from the undergrowth, hand lifting to hover against the handle of his sabre.

“What a lonesome figure you cut.” Ardyn almost purred, his body still masked by the shadows of the tall trees surrounding the two. Narrowing his eyes, Ravus’ hand tightened around the sabre's hilt.

“Show yourself. Else admit your cowardice and continue to hide.”

“Oh my, such cutting words.” The fandango-haired man grinned, his sharpened teeth glinting in whatever moonlight they could find in the shadowy scene. He stepped out of the trees penumbra, allowing Ravus to peer through the gloom at him.

“What...what are you?” Ravus wasn't used to stammering, but the vision before him disturbed him. Ardyn seemed almost human, yet he had qualities about him which settled like a bad taste in Ravus’ mouth.

Ardyn watched with glee as Ravus’ lips slightly trembled around his words, filling the air with his stifled tension. “Your-...Why do your eyes glow, beast?”

“Isn't it better to see me, little creature, if my eyes glow like this? Surely,” Ardyn smiled, lifting his hat from his head, “these glowing eyes of mine could light your way, so to speak.” He took a large step forward, to which Ravus responded by narrowing his eyes warily, although he deigned not to back away.

“I already know my way.” Ardyn laughed; His laughter was unlike any that Ravus had heard before, It bounced around the trees as if it had no point of origin, although Ravus had watched it unfurl from the slender male’s lips.

“Oh, really?” Ardyn quirked a brow upwards inquisitively. “And where is it that you’re going?”

Ravus was silent for a moment. Ardyn almost beamed. No doubt Ravus was very aware of the trap that Ardyn was setting. Still, with an expression of surprise, as if the words fell unbidden, he answered with a quick “my sister’s,” before pulling his lips into a tight line.

“Your sister’s?” Ardyn’s tongue slithered across his lips, as if he were a snake tasting the air surrounding them. “I see.” Ravus didn’t notice Ardyn’s quick movement behind him. He shivered at the sensation of fabric being draped across his shoulders. His hand lifted, grasping at the corner of the red cloth.

“The darkest hour of night is almost here, little mouse.” Ardyn murmured against his ear, causing a shiver to press against the base of Ravus’ spine. “It will get much colder soon.”

Ravus attempted to turn towards the other, the sound of metal sliding as he pulled his saber from its sheath. However, the beast was no longer there, the only memory of his existence being the shifting of the leaves left in his wake.

Sure, the creature he had met was a beast, but he was no liar. Ravus was glad for the warmth that the scarf brought him as he progressed in his journey. Soon the moon was high, and the wind biting, and his hands were buried deep into the thick fabric as he stepped onto the path of his sister’s cottage.

The sight before him seemed to almost chill his blood in his veins. Ravus moved his tongue in his too-dry mouth as he studied the open door which was etched with deep welts on the wood. He stumbled forward, into the abode, and retched immediately as the stench of fetid flesh assaulted his senses. “L-Luna?”

Ravus’ cry elicited no response. Through the carmine coated furnishings Ravus’ eyes fell upon a yellowed gaze. He froze as the eyes moved, the beast that they belonged to stepping out of shadows.

“We meet again,” Ardyn purred, lips parting, allowing the top row of his red-tinted stalactites to gleam.

“My...sister?” Ravus’ voice was nothing more than a whisper, almost smothered by the howling of the gnashing wind from outside of the cottage.

“Your sister?” Ardyn smirked, his eyebrows lifting and disappearing beneath his hat. “Dear mouse, she was merely an entrée.” The beast took a step closer to its prey and it’s prey took a step back.

Ravus turned to dash out of the doorway, only to discover green-masked creatures barring his way. “Don’t run.” Ardyn’s teeth scraped against Ravus’ earlobe. “I don’t want to have to chase you.”

Ardyn grinned. Finally, he mused, finally– I can enjoy a filling meal.

[dovaldraws]

some more BKDK for y’all because I have an rp with @osmo-sian that’s literally just a hot neighbours au and gODAMN

[osmo-sian]

Honestly I never really talk much about being trans

And idk I guess it's because I don't feel trans enough a lot of the time. I hardly ever experience body dysmorphia, but experience social dysmorphia regularly. I think this is because I just have a huge disconnect with my body in general. It's never really been mine, and that's not just because I'm trans but because of blah blah abuse shit in the past.

But sometimes I watch men enjoy their body, be comfortable with it and enjoy their sexuality and it gets really difficult to feel comfortable with what I'm given.

I'm proud of being trans, I'm proud that I'm out and slowly transitioning, but if I could choose to be a cis man I would take that opportunity. Unfortunately I'll never be a cis man. I'm not planning on getting any bottom surgery because I feel like it won't be enough for me. I want a cis man's penis, not a trans man's penis. Yes, they are both men with a penis, but it doesn't feel enough for me and it's incredibly frustrating.

I don't know. I guess I'm just feeling dysphoric and want to enjoy my body at some point in my life instead of hating it.

[osmo-sian]

You! Yes, you!

You got an idea for a little fic but can't or won't write? Well, let me do it for you.

Give papa Sawyer your little thought noodles, lemme stir them in a pot, mix them with some tomato-flavoured creative juices, and make some hella good spaghetti.

Name a fandom, I'm probably into it yo.

I will also do NSFW 😮

[pftones3482]

It’s Not Fair

As someone pointed out to me tonight, and as something I have known for a long time and I know others know too, I’m just going to say it, even though it sounds childish:

It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that the creators of our favorite shows are allowed to hang and display fan art of their shows on the walls, but they can’t even touch fanfiction.

It’s not fair that fan artists can be hired by authors and content creators to design content for them, but writers can’t.

It’s not fair that fan art gets thousands of notes, but fanfiction rarely hits more than double digits (all likes, no reblogs).

It’s not fair that we have to beg for responses to our work.

It’s not fair that people demand us for new updates moments after we put out a new one.

It’s not fair that if we charge “too much” for a commission, we don’t eat dinner that night, but I’ve seen fan art sketches get sold for over sixty dollars.

It’s not fair that every time a writer makes a post about how much it SUCKS to be a fanfiction writer, we get people in the comments saying “artists work hard too!”

We know they do.

It’s not fair that I have to put a disclaimer in to every post like this saying that I recognize how hard artists work, that I appreciate and adore them.

But fandom, every single fandom, creators included, is not fair to its writers.

And it fucking sucks.

[anoceaninthesun]

Fanfic writers, what are your thoughts? 🤔 

[pftones3482]

I am a fanfic writer. These are my fucking thoughts.

[pan--demon--ium]

I mean, it’s true

[nick-ii]

@pftones3482

What can we do? I’m broke as hell, but is there something I can do aside from reading, liking, and sharing fanfics?

[pftones3482]

Fanfic writers recognize that not everyone can buy our writing, just like artists recognize that not everyone can afford their art! This post is not meant to make anyone feel pressured into spending money they don’t have.

You named them! Sharing fics is so so so important. They don’t get near the exposure that art does, because they do take longer to look at. If the fic made you laugh, if it made you gasp, cry, snort, groan, or cuss, share it, whether that be on social media or with friends in the same fandom.

Also, reviews. I know a lot of people don’t review fics after they’re a certain age (usually more than two weeks old) but let me tell you, some of my favorite fic reviews come from old old stories that I’ve nearly forgotten about.

If you can’t think of how to review, pick a line you liked, quote it back, and then add some form of gushing or reason you like it.

The only reviews that aren’t great are “when are you gonna update?” and things in that realm.

Tbh my favorite reviews are incoherent screaming.

But again, just sharing is usually enough! Throw some exclamation points in the tags, key smash like you mean it, and tag it as “fic rec.”

Support from readers means everything. I know fic is meant to be written for the self, but what good is a fic if it can’t make someone else happy?

[osmo-sian]

Honestly if you've reblogged my fic or ficlets you can be sure that I've looked at the tags and just gushed and it's made me think 'maybe I can actually do this writing thing'.

[rex-clypeus]

It’s a little sloppy, but I thought Hank needed a hug ;3; now I sleeep…

[carriepaws]

[rex-clypeus]

Bathtub boys~~

[osmo-sian]

can I pls have a little TodoDeku being cute!

(Caaaaan do!) 

When faced with a villain, Deku liked to believe that he was at least somewhat courageous. He was a hero afterall! It had, therefore, taken him by suprise how difficult it had been to invite Todoroki on a date. Deku cringed to remember the singular breath it had taken to shout “will-you-come-to-dinner-with-me” at the silently reading male. It was definitely a shock when Todoroki simply blinked, before nodding his head once and murmuring out a short “okay” in response.

The restaurant that Deku picked had been chosen specifically for his date’s comfort. While it was no burger joint, it also didn’t put on any of the airs and graces that an expensive place managed to portray.

Deku had been studying the only-slightly scratched wooden surface of the table intently, before the sound of Todoroki clearing his throat lifted his attention upwards.

“I didn’t know what to wear.” Todoroki shrugged, the shoulders of his white shirt shifting with the movement.

“No!” Deku’s reply came out more forceful than he had intended. He swallowed heavily before continuing. “You look great, uhm, good. You look really good.” His hand lifted to cover his face, attempting to hide the slight hint of pink that decorated his cheeks.

Todoroki took his seat opposite Deku, studying the other silently, before lifting the menu from the table. “Are the other’s not coming?”

“The others?” Deku repeated the words in confusion, before realisation hit. “Oh, right, the others.” He doesn’t think this is a date at all. Deku’s lips thinned in dissapointment. “The other’s can’t…make it.”

Todoroki watched Deku’s expression shift rapidly. He leant forward, resting his elbow on the table, eyelids lowering over his gaze. “Then I guess we should call this a date.”

Deku’s eyes widened in suprise, looking back towards the other. “A-a date?” His ears tinged red, fingers tapping the edge on the table.

“Oh. Uhless you don’t wa-”

“No!” Deku’s hand slid forward, pressing his fingertips against the hand that Todoroki was resting on the menu. “I, I really want it to be a date!”

“Good. Me too.” A small smile lifted the male’s lips. He moved his hand to allow his fingers to entwine between Deku’s. “I’d like to order now.”

The “yeah” that Deku responded with was muffled by the hand that he used to cover his grin.

[osmo-sian]

do you like hank/connor and could you do something cute

(Done! I love Connor so much, any time I get an excuse to write for him I take it! Let me know if you like it <3)The hug lasted for a lot longer than Connor had expected, not that he had expected a hug in the first place. Of course, neither had he expected the warmth that traveled through him. A while ago, the android mused, he would have ignored the feeling of warmth as an error in his software, and taken steps to correct the faulty code. Now, however, he ached to explore the sensation.

Reluctently, he parted from Hank, although maintained only a slither of space between them. Connor’s hand lifted, pressing his thumb against the corner of the detective’s mouth. For a moment he worried that the electricity he felt was actual electricity, and not just the silicone of his body reacting unconventionally to the touch. He calmed, however, when he saw that Hank was unarmed, although he was looking at him with an odd expression that Connor found difficult to place.

Connor frowned. “Hank, I...”

I don’t understand; That was what Connor was going to say before Hank’s lips found his own and Connor decided that understanding wasn’t important anymore.

[osmo-sian]

Send me some prompts for some short pieces of writing

I write for hella fandoms, so it can basically be anything that I know about. Currently I'm into Boku No Hero Acadamia, Marvel, the alienist, Detroit: Become Human and a bunch of other things. Ask me about something and I'll let you know if I know it well enough to write for it

[osmo-sian]

Have some of my terrible 2013 poetry. Hmu if you wanna read some more, I have pages of this old stuff.

[osmo-sian]

I’m not dead kids just DEPRESSED!

Aha, but no seriously, I haven’t been doing well lately but I still managed to get myself into a FFXV zine @compendiumzine

Here’s a little looksee, but you gotta be hush hush about it ;P

Honeslty please try to guess who I’m writing about in this.

[osmo-sian]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So about three years ago, myself and @dovalbun started this fanfic, and left it at chapter 11. Three years later and chapter 12 is up! 

Fandom: In The Flesh Pairings: Kieren/Simon, Amy/Phillip Rating: Teen for chapters up to 12, Mature for chapter 12 Student/Teacher!

[dovaldraws]

My girlfriend wrote a Life Is Strange AU which you can find here (http://ferreho-writes.tumblr.com/post/169193024874/apparently-i-write-nothing-then-do-like-4-things)

Here’s them getting high and listening to indie music and enjoying life before the storm

Also shoutout to @destiny-islanders for drawing a Life Is Strange AU!! Thnx for the inspiration my dude 😍

[osmo-sian]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ya’ll I put The Master’s Cat on Ao3 since it’s my only recent finished project. For a writer I ain’t writing much, and I’m so sorry about that. 

Hoping to remedy this. Considering posting a few of my unfinished pieces that I’ve started and been unable to finish as like previews. 

[osmo-sian]

The Master’s Cat

Okay so I wrote a fic based on Jumin’s ‘bad end’. Read as: Jumin’s hot as fuck daddy end. 

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Pairing: Jumin/MC Warning: Petplay, blowjob, adult content. 

“As long as you continue to feel this way, I will claim my ownership over you. Again and again, until you lose consciousness.”

She smiled. Afterall, wouldn’t it be nice to be completely entrapped by him? Elizabeth 3rd’s cage swings open, empty, just across the room. Mindlessly, she wondered how big her own cage will be, studying the form of her new Master. Jumin smiled down at her– a predator–  before bending and pressing his mouth to her lips, his own mouth quivering at the contact. She sighed into the kiss, eyes fluttering to a close. Now she is entirely his, she knows, and she is enthralled.

The next day passes in somewhat of a blur. She idled herself with mindless television while Jumin works, only half listening to the drone of news. The news doesn’t matter, Jumin will take care of her. The news was for somebody who lived outside of Jumin’s home.

Jumin returned late in the evening, while she dosed on the sofa. He watched her with fondness as her bare toes, propped up on the seat next to her, wriggled to keep warm. She raised her head when Jumin sat beside her, and watched him from behind sooty lashes as he tenderly lifted her petite foot and pressed the sole of it against his lips. A short breath of surprise tumbled from her softly painted lips.

“Jumin, you’re back.” A smile lifted her mouth, heat staining her cheeks.

“I am.” He rubbed his thumbs into the sole of her foot, massaging the flesh. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course. I felt lost without you.”

She was telling the truth and he knew it. He smiled, watching her for a moment in a comfortable silence. “I was so irritated at work. I just wanted to come back to see my new pet, and to shower her with the presents that I got her.”

“Mhm…” Shifting, she lifted her foot away from Jumin and stretched her body. “I do love presents. But I like your company more.” She raised herself so that she was level with her owner’s face, and treated herself to a small lick of his cheek, as if she were a feline. Jumin caught her chin as she pulled away, eyes hooded, a small growling sound falling from his mouth.

“You are too beautiful, I just want to devour you right now.”

“Please,” She sounds desperate and Jumin’s stomach twists with animalistic desire. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day.”

A short, breathy laugh mists the air around them as Jumin smiles at her. “Soon, I promise. I can’t hold off too long. But first I want you to eat. And then I will show you what I got for you, little cat.”

“Meyow.” She smiles at him, moving her chin from his light grasp to once again lick him on his cheek. For a moment he watches her, before standing and holding his hand out for her to take.

“I already set up your food in the dining room.”

Taking his hand, she followed him into the the dining room, looking expectantly at the dining table. However, only one meal was set out. She frowned in confusion, looking up towards the dark-haired male. “Are...are you not eating with me?”

A nervous expression painted Jumin’s expression for only a moment, before it was softened with a smile. “No, that one is mine. I set your meal elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere?” The look of confusion cleared as Jumin led her to the end of the table, towards where his meal was set. On the floor, in a small silver bowl inscribed with her name, lay an exquisitely prepared meal. Beside it lay a smaller bowl filled with what could be assumed was milk.

“Jumin, you want me to eat on the floor.”

“Yes is…” He hesitated, watching her carefully. “If that would make you happy.”

“It would.”

“Good.” Jumin’s relief was audible. He fished in his blazer pocket for a moment, before pulling out a hair tie. “This is so I can see. So your hair doesn’t get in the way.” She nodded, taking the tie from him and styling her hair into a messy pony tail.

“I hope it doesn’t look too messy for you.”

He smiled at her, and she was relieved. Jumin took his seat at the table, angling his chair so that it was pointed towards the bowls and allowed him a better view point. For a moment she stood silently watching him, before sinking to the floor and resting on her hands and knees. Jumin inhaled shakily, watching her slowly crawl towards the bowls in front of him. She maintained eye contact as she edged closer to the food, smiling softly at him. After a moment of movement, she was kneeling in front of him, watching his already tight trousers constrict all the more in the crotch area. It excited her, and she felt her own body prickle with arousal.

She was about to lean her head down to eat, but he stopped her with a hand on her hair.

“Isn’t...it right that you thank me for the food?”

Her brows knitted together in even the thought that she had upset him. “Of course! I’m so sorry, I was just so excited to eat.”

“That’s okay. It’s only the first time, after all. Pets need to be well trained, and that takes time.”

Nuzzling her cheek into his thigh she maneuvered his legs open, pressing her nose against the bulge. Jumin shuddered at the light touch. Her lips parted, touching them to the definable shaft that she found, before she pulled her head away.

“Meow, thank you so much for the food, Master. I love that you take care of me. I want you to always take care of the person that you own.”

Jumin smiled at her, eyelids hooded. “You are such a good girl. You may eat now.”

She uttered another “thank you” before bending her head to devour the food before her, making sure to correct the angle and enabling Jumin to see the food entering her mouth and her large bites. Jumin ate too, although he watched her attentively throughout.

“Be sure to eat every last morsel,” he ordered. And she did. When she was finished the bowl looked as if it had never been filled, having been scraped of every conceivable food particle.

“Yum, thank you, for such a delicious meal.”

Jumin finished his own meal a before replying: “Make sure to drink all of your milk.”

“I didn’t forget,” She laughed softly, and he melted to hear her. “I just wanted to thank you first.”

Once again she bent her head, lapping at the milk as if she were really a cat. It was difficult to drink at first, but she soon learnt how to cup her tongue to deliver the liquid to her mouth. Jumin watched her in silence, the sound of her slurps humming in his ears melodiously. When done she looked to him from the floor, eyelids lowered in the satisfaction of a filling meal.

“You have spilt some of the milk.”

Her eyes widened, studying the small puddles of white on the floor. “The amount of milk you were given was measured precisely to suit your nutritional needs. You need to drink every drop to stay healthy.

Lifting her gaze, she met his eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yes, Master.”

His groin twitched, and he groaned softly. She noticed, and took that as encouragement, as she licked the pools directly from the floor, taking her time. When finished the tiled floor gleamed with her spit, but there were no longer any traces of milk.

“That’s good. You did very well.”

She nodded, licking the remainder of liquid from her lips. “Thank you so much. I’m so full.”

For a moment he remained silent, before breathing out heavily. “Not too full I hope.”

She watched him quizzically before understanding painted her expression as he widened his legs, undoing the top button and zip of his trousers.

“I could always eat more. It’s good to have a balanced diet.” Her eyelashes lowered in a sultry, wanton expression as she lightly pushed the bowls aside, leaning closer to him. She worked with the thin material of his grey underwear, running her nails softly across the shaft. He shuddered underneath her touch, watching her– eyes darkened with lust.

Pushing the material down, she freed the erection, and devoured the sight of it. Jumin watched her carefully as she leant forward, covering the heated flesh with small feline-like licks. He shuddered, but otherwise remained silently watching her. Perhaps this was a test, she considered. She wanted to please him. The heat between her own legs ached and dripped, likely staining the expensive underwear that Jumin had brought for her.

Finally, after deciding that she had been toying with him too much, she pressed the head of Jumin’s member into her parted mouth, running her tongue against the tender tip of it. A deep breath fell from Jumin’s mouth, and his hand lifted to press against her hair. She pulled her head away slightly, meeting Jumin’s gaze, her cheeks heated with pleasure. Idly, she rubbed her legs together as best as she could from a kneeling position to create the small pleasure that friction can bring.

“Please Jumin, use my mouth however you want.”

He smirked at her, suddenly a predator, before moving his hand from her tied hair and pressing it to her chin, pushing a thumb past her lips and into her mouth. He tongue danced against his thumb, tasting his flesh as if she were starved for it.

After a moment of toying with her mouth he gripped her hair again, the grip tighter than before, pushing her mouth onto his heated member. She gasped, the member hitting the back of her throat and forcing a gag from her; she hadn’t been ready for his intrusive length. Using her hair, Jumin raised her head, frowning at her. Smiling, she nodded, eager to taste him once again.

He pushed her onto his member again, but this time she opened her throat for him, gagging only minimally. A small groan fell from his lips. This was encouragement enough and she pushed his member deeper into her mouth in an attempt to take the whole length. She struggled at the last inch and lifted her head, her drool decorating her chin, her breathing ragged.

Jumin muttered her name, eyes distant as she continued her onslaught, listening to her small gags and gasps as she attempted to take his whole length again and again, watching her drool pool around her mouth and on his trousers.

For ten minutes he survived her enthusiastic mouth fuck, before his fingers curled into her messy hair, a long groan curling from his mouth. She kept her head still, unwilling to waste any drop of her Master’s precious seed.

“Don’t...don’t swallow yet…” Jumin’s breathing was laboured as he finished his orgasm and pulled his member from her mouth. He watched her cheeks bulge with him and a small droplet of milky liquid cling to the corner of her mouth. “Lean your head back and open your mouth.”

Forever a good pet, she did as she was told, her mouth opening to show him the precious liquid. “Mhm...Make sure you drink every drop now. It’s important.”

She nodded, closing her mouth and swallowing the sticky substance, and then licking at the corners of her mouth. Leaning forward once again, she sucked the last remaining drops from Jumin’s member, suckling as if her life depended on the ingestion of it. He winced at the sudden onslaught of sensitivity, before tucking himself away when she was done.

“Please…” She almost whimpered, looking up at her Master. “Please tell me if I pleased you. I want nothing else than to please you and to be yours.”

He leant forward, raising her chin and forcing her up onto her knees properly. “You pleased me very much, my beautiful cat.” Pressing his lips to hers, he tasted the salt of himself. It was different, but it felt good to be sharing it with his pet. She mewled into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to remain with her Master forever.