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pawdocss ˚.🦴 ᵎᵎ

hi !! i'm paw and i write :)

learn a bit abt me heeeeeere :3

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[pawdocss]

do we fuck with... dabi x oc yearning and tender healing... do we enjoy this... does my yumeship please you...

[pawdocss]

got a little silly and made a custom divider..

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taps mic, clears throat

do we fuck with oc x canon on the tl… i wanna finish a chapter of my shinsou pro hero au so badly… do people still hate pro hero aus or am i safe…

[pawdocss]

going back and changing all my tags from my old name… cathartsis methinks. i loved that name but oof owie. thanks redacted person for really taking that from me.

[setsunasnow]

live and let live. {grimsley x oc}

excerpt; work in progress.

" she was fun, inviting, the perfect host for every dainty little party, but grimsley knew better. knew her better. she was hollow, scraped from the inside out like expired honey from a jar. and yet, and yet. "

or, an idol takes a daytrip to her childhood friend's abode. cw for drinking.

"someone's excited to see little ol' me after all, hm? innocence like that… where have i heard this story before…" icy pink eyes met his own sly ones.

"yeah, yeah, when we were kids — whatever. enough reminiscing! you've got to think about the future at some point, weirdo."

"ah, ah, ah. au contraire," he tutted, sly and all cockiness, "win or lose, past or future, it doesn't matter which view is 'correct'. what matters is how you live your life."

"is that so?" she mused thoughtfully, as if reading a tragedy in the local newspaper. "then how should one's life be lived?" the man halted. an unexpected question from a person whose expectations coursed through her veins. he mulled over her words.

"free, and without retribution," the gambler traced a hand across the marble countertop as he moved to sit down. he gestured to the idol, encouraging her to approach. she followed suit. "could it be that you disagree?"

"not disagreeing, just…" she inhaled shakily, "what does it mean to be free? we all are bound to our duties, so what does freedom mean in a society like ours?"

"hah!" he barked a laugh, "are you getting philosophical on me, my dear?"

"i mean—" teeth dug into her lips as she averted her gaze. "sorry, i got too ahead of myself!"

the idol had always been a careful girl. he saw her true nature, the lala that came before, in reflections of water as she walked by. the girl who'd always hide her tears, shying away even as he reached out to hug her. the woman who never spoke too brashly, always a sweet decrescendo at the coda of her words. she was brazen, bold, yet entirely trapped in her own self-image.

grimsley shook his head. patience. "there is no reason to apologize, we are just having a discussion. besides…" blue eyes narrowed in on her visage, "you should relax, no? how about a glass of wine?"

"as an idol, i really shouldn't—"

"i'm not asking what the idol, lala, wants," grimsley clarified, dusting off his suit. the man stood upright, "i'm asking what my childhood friend, lala, wants."

silence enveloped the room. the ticking of grimsley's grandfather clock, a family heirloom, echoed in the tight space around them as intangible strings wrapped around his larynx, suffocating him, yet—

"give me some chardonnay."

[pawdocss]

If you add 3 sentences to one of your works in progress, I will add 3 sentences to 1 of mine.

ykw, i will do this :3 it’s currently Late O Clock where i am but i appreciate this exercise hehe

we’re writing in my oc x canon my hero fic that i’ve been losing it over for a week called sirinne !!

“no one ever said rinne was a smart girl. sure, book smart, absolutely, she could body a hundred words in a minute and be proud of it. but god, GOD ALMIGHTY when it came to talking to people and she didn’t have a good conversation starter… lord help shinsou hitoshi, he was in for the worst possible series of questions he’d ever been asked.”

[poorwhayfairingstranger]

["Helow?" Orwell asks IncreduLously.

Ango narrowed his eyes and pointed at the taller mans Equally sleep, deprived face. "What do you think your doing! "]

The girls are fighting but the author is afraid of conflict in general.

Pray for me. I'm trying things that I'm not good at and I'm going to keep doing them until I am finished anyway because I'll never get good at it if I don't try and practice.

[pawdocss]

be proud of yourself !! writing is a beautiful thing to be made by all walks of life and you are doing a great job :3 whoever said you’re not good at it is wrong bc everyone is good at the level they’re at!! never let someone tell you you aren’t good enough💖

[pawdocss]

If you add 3 sentences to one of your works in progress, I will add 3 sentences to 1 of mine.

ykw, i will do this :3 it’s currently Late O Clock where i am but i appreciate this exercise hehe

we’re writing in my oc x canon my hero fic that i’ve been losing it over for a week called sirinne !!

“no one ever said rinne was a smart girl. sure, book smart, absolutely, she could body a hundred words in a minute and be proud of it. but god, GOD ALMIGHTY when it came to talking to people and she didn’t have a good conversation starter… lord help shinsou hitoshi, he was in for the worst possible series of questions he’d ever been asked.”

[pawdocss]

revived myself from the dead. i wanna write more. i miss it.

[castielscaplan]

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[iamregulusblack632]

you are an absolute saint. 13 THOUSAND promptssss? ILY

[pawdocss]

minors learn where you belong please. i’m a nsfw blog? are you fucking stupid. lol.

[aventurineswife]

hellaur! i patiently waited to request (if still available) this bc its a thing that been simmering in my mind since like, forever

Any chara of choice from gemshim or hsr with a s/o who's super or hyper independent and is just so flabberghasted or weirded out bc they're not used to being doted on or spoiled (idk princess treatment? Is my english right?😭)

Thanks so much and have a good day👨‍🍼

The Art of Letting Someone In

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Romance, Slow Burn, Emotional Growth, Hurt/Comfort, Protective, Fluff, Self-Discovery, Emotional Intimacy, Non-Graphic Violence, Mild Angst.

Warnings: Mild Violence, Emotional Intensity, Implied Physical Intimacy, Psychological Sensitivity.

You had never been the type to lean on others. It wasn’t pride so much as necessity—life had taught you that survival depended on your own two hands, your own decisions, your own will. You fought, endured, and stood tall without expecting anyone else to carry you. So when you became involved with Mydei—the Last Prince, the undying warrior of Amphoreus—you assumed things would remain the same. Two strong people walking side by side, each carrying their own burdens.

Except Mydei refused to let you.

He wasn’t obvious about it at first. It was in the little things. The way his cape would drape around your shoulders during a night march through Ladon’s biting winds, though he claimed he felt no cold. The way he handed you his flask first during long travels, even when his lips were cracked from thirst. Or the way his piercing golden eyes softened when you insisted you could handle your wounds, only for his hands—scarred and steady—to clean and bind them before you could protest.

You weren’t used to it. The attention unsettled you. Mydei was a warrior-king forged in strife, destined for battles that shook empires. And yet, he treated you with the gentleness of a man who had everything to lose.

One evening in Okhema, after weeks of marching and skirmishes, you found yourself sitting with him on the high walls overlooking the sky. The horizon was painted gold and crimson, a reflection of his own eyes and hair, and the air smelled faintly of pomegranates from the market below.

He pressed a goblet into your hands. The liquid inside was a strange mix—pomegranate juice stirred with goat’s milk, topped with crumbles of sharp cheese. His favorite, though you’d wrinkled your nose at it the first time he’d offered. This time he simply smiled, the corners of his mouth curving in that rare, almost boyish way.

“Drink. You’ve gone the day with nothing but dried rations.”

You blinked. “You’ve gone the day with nothing but battles. You need it more than I do.”

He tilted his head, his braid glinting in the setting sun. “And yet I insist. You would deny me?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. You weren’t used to being spoiled—much less by someone like him. Your instinct was to shove it back into his hands and insist you weren’t fragile. But his gaze wasn’t commanding or mocking. It was quiet. Patient. Waiting.

So you took a sip. The tartness of the fruit mixed strangely with the creamy tang of cheese, but warmth spread through you all the same. Mydei’s smile deepened as if he’d won a battle without lifting his sword.

“You look at me as though I’ve grown two heads,” he said softly, leaning back against the stone battlement.

You scowled. “I’m not… used to this. To someone hovering over me. It feels like—like you think I can’t handle myself.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, broken only by the crash of metal against metal below. Then Mydei turned toward you fully, his expression serious.

“I know you can handle yourself,” he said. “I’ve seen you carve through foes twice your size, stand unshaken when armies broke around us. But strength is not lessened by being cared for. You carry burdens alone because you must. With me, you need not.”

Your breath caught. His words struck deeper than any blade. Because wasn’t that the truth? You had built your independence like armor, but armor grew heavy after a while. You just didn’t know how to set it down.

He reached over, brushing a thumb against your cheekbone, calloused yet gentle. “Allow me this much. Not as a prince. Not as Amphoreus’s guardian. But as a man who…” He paused, searching your eyes with a weight that made your chest ache. “…as a man who loves you.”

The words nearly undid you. You wanted to argue, to remind him that destiny pressed heavily upon him, that he couldn’t afford distractions. But his eyes—burning gold tinged with firelight—held yours without flinching.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, letting his warmth seep into you. Perhaps you didn’t need to answer. Mydei seemed content, pulling you closer so his cape enveloped you both.

For once, you allowed yourself to rest. For once, you let someone else bear the weight with you. And though it frightened you, it also felt like salvation.

Independence was your second skin. It wasn’t a choice so much as survival—life had demanded you fend for yourself, make do with little, and expect even less from others. You wore your resilience like armor, sharp-edged and impenetrable. Which was why your relationship with Aventurine was… confusing, to say the least.

Because Aventurine did not understand the concept of restraint when it came to doting.

At first, you thought it was another one of his games. He was, after all, the IPC’s master gambler, a man whose very presence screamed ostentation. The peacock feather earring, the roulette wheel embroidery on his blazer, the glint of his gold rings—he lived to dazzle. But when it came to you, there was something different.

He spoiled you mercilessly.

A venture into glimmering arcades became an excuse for him to flood you with tokens, laughing as you insisted you didn’t need them. An idle remark about being hungry turned into him ordering half the menu at an upscale lounge, sliding the finest dishes your way with that ever-present grin. He even replaced your worn shoes without asking, leaving a sleek, custom-made pair waiting in your quarters like some fairy tale twist.

And it made you… uncomfortable. Not because you didn’t appreciate it, but because you didn’t know how to accept it. Being cared for felt like weakness, and you had no idea what to do with the vulnerability it stirred.

One evening, after a particularly extravagant “celebration dinner” that you hadn’t agreed to, you finally snapped. The two of you sat in a private booth, Aventurine’s glasses pushed up into his hair as he toyed with a glass of sparkling wine. His eyes fixed on you, too perceptive for your liking.

“Aventurine,” you muttered, folding your arms. “You don’t have to keep buying me things. Or… treating me like some sort of—” You hesitated, flushing. “—royalty.”

For a moment, silence. Then, to your horror, Aventurine laughed. A rich, musical laugh that drew the attention of even the servers outside the booth.

“Oh, darling,” he drawled, leaning forward on his elbows. “Do you know how fascinating you are right now? Most people beg for scraps of my attention, and here you are, scandalized because I want to spoil you.”

“I’m not scandalized,” you shot back, defensive. “I’m just not used to it. I’ve always taken care of myself. I don’t need—”

His gaze sharpened, cutting through your words like a blade concealed beneath velvet. “Need has nothing to do with it. I know you can survive on your own. I know you don’t rely on anyone. That’s part of what drew me to you. But has it ever occurred to you that you might deserve more than survival?”

The words hung between you, heavy and undeniable. You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Aventurine watched your struggle with an unnervingly gentle smile, softer than his usual flamboyant mask.

He reached across the table, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand. Normally, you would have pulled away. But his touch was light, reverent almost, and something in your chest ached.

“You think my games are about winning,” he murmured. “But with you, the gamble is different. I risk spoiling you not to cage you, but to see what you’ll do when someone refuses to let you carry the world alone.”

Your throat tightened. “I… don’t know how to handle it.”

“Then let me teach you,” he said simply. His smile curved, playful again, but the edge of sincerity remained. “Start small. Take the shoes I gave you, for instance. Humor me. Wear them. Curse me if you like them, but let me give you something without the weight of debt attached.”

You stared at him, at the ridiculous mix of flamboyance and fragility wrapped up in one man. He hid behind luck, behind laughter, behind the mask of a gambler who never lost. But right now, you saw the survivor underneath—the boy from Sigonia who had lost everything and still chose to give.

Slowly, hesitantly, you turned your hand to lace your fingers with his. His grin widened, triumphant yet oddly tender.

“Careful,” you muttered, trying to mask your own fluster. “You’re making me think you actually mean it.”

Aventurine chuckled, eyes glinting like dice caught mid-roll. “Oh, sweetheart, with you? I always mean it. That’s the real gamble.”

And though every instinct screamed to retreat into independence, you found yourself leaning in when he lifted your knuckles to his lips. Maybe, just maybe, you could learn to accept being spoiled—not as weakness, but as proof that someone saw you as worth more than just survival.

For Aventurine, you realized, this wasn’t just a game. And for once, you were willing to play.

[pawdocss]

ohhhh bitch this GOT MEEEEEE im so attached ugh the way you wrote them is so gorgeous i loooove it

[pawdocss]

"you couldn't love me back, right?"

modern au again bc im a sucker for it . t4t (in spirit, the reader is trans bc i said so and i am trans) bc i THINK SUNDAY IS VERY TRANSGENDER . im projecting so hard . this one is just fluff . my poor religious trauma babygirl . let a pretty boy love u . TW FOR VERY BRIEF CULT MENTIONS AND SUNDAY BEING A VERY TRAUMATIZED SWEETHEART !!

to sunday oak, the world was a place he had no idea how to navigate. after breaking free of the cult his family had him in, and realizing he was very much not the daughter the uncle who raised him had wanted him to be, he had floundered through life, tied to his baby sister robin. figures the two kids that left the lifestyle were incredibly queer, traumatized, and codependent.

robin had made her way to the stage once again, reclaiming the voice her church had made to steal. she'd found a sweet girlfriend, and they'd settled into an apartment uptown.

sunday, however, wasn't as fortunate. he'd fallen into a bit of disarray, not really knowing how to acclimate into society after losing the idea of his "power". he never wanted it, but he had no idea how to live without it. so, he found himself fixated on learning.

sitting in the back of your comparative religion lecture, the first thing you'd noticed about the gorgeous man who was struggling to figure out where to sit was the aura of a lost animal. primally scared, fundamentally distrusting. and your heart ached for him, that poor wet cat of a man who was so obviously afraid to ask to sit with anyone.

"hey, need a seat?"

before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you'd spoken, and he startled slightly, turning round gold eyes to you. your mouth dried up a little, taking in just how pretty he was. he flushed slightly, smiling nervously and nodding as he made his way towards your table.

"thank you, i'm new here and it's been a bit difficult to acclimate," he murmured, sliding gracefully into the seat next to you, and you noted absently that he smelled amazing. "i'm sunday, it's nice to meet you...?"

"ah!" you told him your name in kind, and returned the smile he'd beamed at you. "it's nice to meet you as well, i'm not new but i remember being new."

he hummed, opening his mouth to respond before the professor walked in, the idle chatter closing off and attention turning to the head of the room. sunday sent you a sheepish look, and you grinned, turning to the front.

and in the next class, next week, he'd made sure to snag the seat next to you.

this became a consistent, and soon, after the lecture your fourth week into the semester, you'd quietly asked him if he'd like to grab a drink. when he sputtered a bit, you smiled softly, amending it to coffee, and he deflated, mumbling a soft, sheepish "yes".

over that coffee, you got to talking, and the first thing you learned about sunday oak was his family name. and you'd recognized it, having heard of the arrest of his grandfather, father, and uncle, and having heard of his sister, which was a much kinder topic.

"my pride and joy," he'd described her, a fond smile on his face. "my actual best friend, the person i can't imagine life without. robin is my anchor. she was the first person i came out to, far before we left."

your heart ached.

"you love her so much," you breathed, and he smiled brightly, making your heart squeeze dangerously.

"of course i do! that's my baby sister!" his pride was tangible, and he traced a small shape into the table, looking down momentarily. "i've never.. really had friends of my own before. i'm glad my first was you."

you almost kicked yourself, willing your traitorous blush to abate. this was not the time to ruin things with a crush! he deserved a real friend, not a friend that fell for him.

"i'm glad to be your friend, sun," you breathed, and his blinding smile was worth the ache in your chest.

two months later, you weren't faring as well.

you'd noticed it, a few weeks ago, that you were dreaming of him. nothing obscene, unlike many of your other interests, but just... yearning. world-warping levels of want. and you thought maybe, just possibly, a little, that sunday may be reciprocal.

it started innocuous, small brushes up against you when you weren't thinking about it too heavily. ordering your favorite coffee to have ready for classes, doodles on the margins of his pages that you weren't sure you were meant to see of hearts with tiny illegible letters in them like a kid in love. it was endearing and you were all for it.

today, however, felt different.

sunday oak, ever eloquent and beautifully spoken, was stuttering over himself when you walked in, wearing a crop top for the heat of late spring. your heart stuttered when he breathed out a "hi", and you honest to god giggled.

"hey, sun, how you?" you grinned, and he flushed further, blinking a few times before he breathed out harshly.

"i like you," he blurted, and immediately looked like he wanted to be swallowed up into the earth. "ah, sorry i-"

your massive smile, almost painful, must have shocked him, and you sat down next to him like always and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"me too," you whispered, and his shoulders relaxed, his head tentatively coming to rest on yours, and his hand coming to rest over yours, fingers lacing through.

and in the warmth of that spring, you thought it'd be nice to watch him grow into this.

hi :) i am sob abt sunday. i just want to hold his pretty face. good morning chat. i fear this is rushed as hell but i need to leave in like 35 minutes so i have to goooooo ;w;

[pawdocss]

"you're drunk, gambler"

AFAB transmasc reader . fluff and smut . alcohol use . idiots to lovers . i can't write aven as anything but a freaky little gay person . have fun and drink safely . based on a prompt . don't actually get drunk before you pipe someone you love dude . its not smart . we treat this as full consent in this story though . nsfw below the cut . i always write creampies . sue me . reblogs appreciated .

"another, on the rocks please. and a vodka lemonade for him, with that watermelon basil one you keep on the top shelf."

the smooth, slight nasal tone of the voice gave away the warmth pressed close to your arm at the bar. you sighed, stiffening as his weight leaned into you slightly more than usual. "aventurine. what a surprise."

he laughed sharply, shaking his shoulders, and his gloved fingers rested on your arm gently. "you're never surprised to see me, darling boy, and i know what you're thinking."

you rolled your eyes, a fondness gripping you viscerally try as you might to fight it back. "you're certainly having fun, aren't you, gambler?"

aventurine's hum settled low in your sternum, cloying heat surrounding your heart and bleeding outwards. "never as much as when you're around, sweetheart." the drinks placed in front of you, presumably on his tab, quickly became your fixation. you weren't nearly confident enough for this yet.

a thick gulp of your drink revealed a gorgeous floral and fruity taste, and you made a noise in surprise at how delicious it was. you couldn't afford this in a million years. what the fuck?

"you're not paying for it, so just enjoy it," aventurine sighed, and a warm arm wrapped around you, steering you from the crowded bar to a booth behind a velvet cord. "and stop trying to act like you aren't allowed this, i said personally you're allowed this. and you have to listen to me, you owe me."

you grumbled, flushing as he pulled you to sit with him, conveniently on the inside of the booth so you couldn't escape easily. "what do you want?" you sighed, locking eyes behind his sunglasses. "you know i don't have the power to say no so you trap me in your booth. what do you want?"

a slight moment of hurt flashed through his gemlike eyes, but he played it off as he shook his head and smiled at you. "what, can't i just want to spend some time with you?" he asked, the tease falling flatter than usual.

okay, that was strange.

your brows furrowed, and you sat up straighter, cocking your head at him. "then we drink, yes?"

his eyes traced your face, lazy and slow as he smiled at you- not smirked, not grinned, smiled. "yeah, pretty boy, we drink."

your heart rate skyrocketed, and your eyebrows shot up. "you really just need to stop calling me pet names."

he grinned now, flushing slightly himself. "what, if i call you your name you'd ask me 'who are you and what have you done with my gambler' and then we'd have to face that."

you grumbled into a sip of your drink, and he laughed, shaking his head. the two of you managed your way through a few more drinks, and you'd become pleasantly tipsy. stumbling slightly, you both traversed the bar back to the entrance. your feet caught on the carpet, and you barely registered yourself tripping as you did. for the second time that night, a warm arm trapped you to his chest, and your heart kicked into action.

"aven..." you breathed, and his face dipped, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "what are you doing?"

"what i've wanted to do all night," he whispered into your skin, and you shivered, heat flooding you.

"you're drunk, you don't know what you're doing," you mumbled, struggling to try and free yourself. "you'd regret this in the morning."

"sober enough to know i don't ever regret you. sober enough to know i love you."

your futile struggles stopped short, like you were unplugged. a wave of cold, then a wave of heat. "that's a big word, aventurine."

"and i know that, i'm saying it."

you wriggled enough to turn to him, looking up at him. "and you know i'm..."

"you are a man. and you are the man i've been trying to convince i love him for months now." his eyes were dead serious, pleading almost, as they locked to yours. "so let me love you, yes?"

it wasn't long until you'd stumbled heavily into his lavish room, kicking the door closed and tugging clothes off between heady kisses full of teeth and desperation. your heart was fit to burst out of your chest as he squeezed you close, licking his way into your mouth and skimming his hands up your sides under your shirt. he thumbed gently at the scars under your chest, humming into your mouth as you outright whimpered at the sensation.

breaking from the kiss to rip your shirt over your head, he gave up on unbuttoning his own and simply ripped it open. "i can buy more, i just need you," he gasped, kissing you again and pressing you back until your back hit the wall, fumbling with your belt. you batted his hands away, unbuckling it quickly and letting him take care of your button and zipper as you worked on his.

he let out a hiss as your hand wrapped around his shaft, his hips absently thrusting into your grip. "fuck, that feels-" he breathed, open mouthed into the air between you. "please-"

you rubbed a finger over his slit, and he keened, moving to bite and suck at your neck. "there we go, ven," you gasped, tilting your head to the side as he shakily slipped a hand into your pants and tapped a finger over your slit. he circled your cunt, gathering slick on his gloved fingers before trapping your cock between them, rubbing firmly and chuckling at your whine.

"there we are, such a good boy," he murmured, kissing the slope of your neck as you both stood in the hallway jacking each other off. "wanted my hands on you for MONTHS, sweetheart, been dreaming of this."

you gasped, eyes rolling back slightly as he put a delicious amount of pressure on the sensitive bundle. "please- please more i need you too-" you whined, and he laughed softly, pulling his hand back and moving your own from himself so he could scoop you up. "aven?!"

"your legs are shaking, sweet boy, i'm going to take you to my bedroom," he hummed as he kicked a door open and deposited you on soft silk sheets, pressing himself over top and capturing you in another desperate kiss. you could absently feel him removing his rings, and you whined as he pulled back, watching him bite the tip of his glove and drag it off sensually. heat swooped low into your stomach, and you reached out to skim your hand over his abdomen.

"please," you breathed, and he nodded, stepping back to strip you both of your pants. he slipped back atop you, kissing you softly as he guided your legs to bracket his waist. "love you."

his heart physically stuttered, enough that you felt it from where he pressed to you. "fuck," he whispered, guiding himself to press into you. "god fuck, i love you."

you threw your head back, moaning shamelessly as he bottomed out. "fuck, AEONS that's good," you whined, locking your legs around him. "please, ven, please."

he rolled his hips back, then forwards, groaning as well as he dropped his head back to your neck and collarbone, biting and sucking at your skin as he started fucking into you slowly and reverently. your nails clung to his back, drawing lines in his skin as he growled slightly and sped the pace up.

"you feel so fucking good, pretty boy," he moaned into you, one hand lacing with yours and the other squeezing into the softness of your hip, denting it with his nails. "been dreaming of you for so long, so fucking lucky i get to do this. my best gamble yet."

you laughed slightly, then choked on a scream as he angled your hips up and started fucking into your heat in earnest. "FUCK!" you cried, head tipping back into the pillow under you as he groaned lowly and dragged your hips onto him in time with his thrusts. "OH FUCK-"

"gonna cum love?" he crooned, and you could feel more than see his smile. "cum all over me, baby boy, i got you, feel so fuckin good.."

"AVEN!" you sobbed, tears breaking the dam and rolling down your face into your hairline as you came hard around him, your vision sparking behind your eyelids. "OH FUCK!"

"oh fuck- FUCK!" he groaned, hilting himself fully and spilling hot into you. your name rang in your ears as he sobbed it into your neck, and you moved your hands to run through his sweaty hair. closing your eyes and basking in the afterglow, you felt yourself smiling.

best gamble yet, huh? you could work with that.

i just really like aventurine :) and i am definitely not writing this about wishing i could give him a little tender love im so normal abt him :) i think he deserves a lot of gentleness and i think he's a beautiful character and i want to do a true character study on him and not just base him off the blorbo i rotate in my head LMAO. i hope this is as well received as my phaifuckers was,, i'm nervous i don't usually write this often but my brainworms are ravenous.

[pawdocss]

gluten morgen my dearest freaks daddy is cookijg (it’s 7:10 am)

[pawdocss]

omg new fic tomorrow.. im so excited!! cant wait

also stares at you too with my equally wet autistic eyes. im so down to infodump if you want i have so many thoughts about aventurine (and also an hsr oc that i have a lot of thoughts about too but. ik ocs arent everyones thing)

im absolutely down to ramble in your ask box or. alternatively i could dm you or something if you dont want me clogging up your blog space. up to you!

also sleep well! since im sending this after you logged off for the night

YOU ARE SOOOO WELCOME TO DM ME !! dude pls talk to me abt ur oc ill talk to u abt mine >:) i am sooooooo interested in this

[pawdocss]

omg please dont blow up!! though i do adore you too youre a phenomenal writer and i hope that you keep writing (when you have the motivation to ofc)

also woah aven alter in your system.. uh tell him i said hi if that isnt strange to say? and thank him over and over on my behalf for helping you write that incredible fic. its rotating around in my head as if its in a microwave

ahh the urge i have to infodump to you as a fellow transmasc aventurine enjoyer.. but i will refrain, unless you want me to! just know that im sending you endless amounts of love you genuinely made my week (at minimum) with that fic

anon i am BEGGING YOU TO INFODUMP please. please. looking at you with my big watery autistic eyes.

i have another ficcie planned for tomorrow morning est,,, ehe :3

(also he’s said hello back from where he’s half asleep LMAO not at all strange!! we just vibe in here, very much a long term very stable system)