๐ฆน PAZ โโ twenty (she/her) แฏ writing blog catered to adult readers แฏ works may contain spoilers, nsfw + dark content -> read at your own discretion !
give me the freak shit. the mad scientist with his experimentee, the submissive assistant. i love a good roleplay scenario. but, i am not opposed to the happier works. you can follow my personal, main blog, where i get a little bit more crazy: pip. i also plan on doing art and commissioning, so that will most likely be on that page.
although, i am sad to say that i fail to upload very often. on occasion, i'll have sudden bouts of energy that makes me rapidly slam through chapters and respond to inboxes, but then i can so easily lose all of that motivation to begin with. hopefully those of you who enjoy my work could show me a little mercy, on that front. smiley face.
i love writing, but it seems i've done this for so long now that i've developed the writer curse: i am an unwell individual, and may be that one author who posts something you can never forget, only to never do so again.
I. NAVI
II. RULES
II. MASTERLIST
IV. REQUESTS
๐ฆน pwawr. โ please don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work.
๐ฃฒ so unfaithful to the life i thought i wanted.
Suguru's long hair draped over his shoulders, the dark tips tickling your collarbones. Every now and then, it would somehow end up between your lips, and you'd reach your hand up to pull the wet strand away. Not that it bothered you; that was the last thing you could find yourself thinking about.
How could this ever be wrong? You'd conjured up this thought, fantasized about it for nights on end when you couldn't manage anything healthier than obsession. Fingers peeling apart your pleasure in the darkness of your sheets until it was too much to bare, and you had to dial his number. Despite blocking him a week prior; oh god, you couldn't go a week. You couldn't even go two days.
All you ever wanted was to feel him. He drove to your apartment so quicky, you didn't have any time to prepare yourself for the sight of him coming through your front door. Loose clothes and the combat boots of an armed assassin. He barely made a sound when he locked it behind himself, and you launched from where you had been waiting anxiously on the living room sofa.
Eyes squint ever so soft as he put his keys on the kitchen island, looking at you directly.
"Miss me a bit too much, baby?"
Before you knew it, the walls that closed up every time you went a week without seeing him were torn down. Metaphorically, but you meant physically. He might've not been the greatest of all time in length, but he was thick, and you could feel your pelvis slowly open up every time he pushed into you. A long, quiet sigh from him, and a stuttering, pitiful whine from you.
The gentlemen he could be, when he benefited from it, gave you a couple seconds to readjust to him. Pressing his big hands on your lower belly, up and down in practiced fashion. It always felt so good, too. He probably convinced himself he could feel his dick through the layer of flesh and skin. And once you were all soft and relaxed, he didn't bother waiting. Not like you wanted him to, anyway.
You were crying in record speed, moaning like your neighbors weren't going to knock on your door again. Hell, they were gonna call the cops this time. Plap, plap, plap. With every thrust you tried to say his name, or say anything that might dignify you, but you don't why you even made the attempt. This was your drug. And he was your dealer, panting against your strained neck as he pounded in and out of you.
"Please- Please, ohmygod-" He slowly came to a faint laugh, his hot breath fanning down your chest as he lifted himself up onto his knees.
Wasn't like he was the sane one, either. He put his speedometer in the 90s on his way here, but at least he didn't try to deny what he knew he wanted. This was an exchange, he just didn't make it so fucking pathetically obvious. You were a wreckโa sad little car racking up his miles, and he was having an incredibly hard time throwing you to the scrapyard. Every glow on your skin, the vibration of your voice. He'd come and spend thousands to fix you, you just had to say please.
An end was building, and he was going to prolong it as long as he possibly could. Bruising your hips with his grasp, pulling out slowly just to slam right back in. "That's it... There you go. Stay just the way you are. Fuck..."
You tried to resist, but you couldn't ever change.
You couldn't crawl away if you tried to. You wanted to stay right here, on the edge of an orgasm he dragged you through for hours, putting you through ten different positions until he was satisfied with the look on your dumb face. And in the morning, when you were sore and gross with bodily fluids, he'd fuck you again. Put your head in the pillows and create a personal battle with your spines ability to stay at an angle. Right up until he left, before the morning doves sang.
Rolling your eyes around in the back of your head, you gathered all the strength you had to look at him. Hands wrapped around his wrists, mouth wide open for anything he wanted to give. "I-I love you... Love it so m-much."
He never said it back, but you knew he wouldn't.
this keeps getting flagged but ive seen way worse on this app.
๐ฆน pwawr. โ please don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work.
๐ฃฒ you're toji zenin's servant, and he is your master.
The sun had long risen on the horizon, and Toji was sleeping in again.ย
The afternoon he'd been dealt prior was an exhausting one, and he pleaded not to be woken up earlier than necessary. He was snoring lightly, and a bit of drool pooled at the corner of his mouth as his covers barely draped across his bare chest. Well, that was until an abrupt light hit his eyes through his lids and woke him up. You had opened his shoji doors to wake him up. Growling lowly, he covered his head with the comforter, annoyed.
"The sun has awoken, my lord, and so should you." The sun came in, hitting the floor up to his futon as you stood beside it, smiling widely despite him not being able to see.ย
It had been a couple of months or so since you'd been hired to him, and every day like clockwork, you woke him with the sun. It was productive, and gave him enough hours within the day to do something worth his time. Although, he never really did; you were the one that'd begun making him. You were exactly like the sun he hated to see in the morning: bright, telling, and hard to look at some times.ย
Not because you appeared physically unpleasant, no, because you made Toji realize he wasn't living the way he probably should've been. He hated to love it, but he hated it even more.ย You sat collected on your knees beside his futon, his back to you on his side, still tucked underneath the covers like a child hiding away from a monster who'd come in the night.
"The sun doesn't get to dictate when I do anything." He muttered back, closing his eyes before sighing. He was a night owl, after all.ย
If left on his own, he would spend most of his day sleeping. And even then, he preferred to stay inside, tucked away in a dark room like a nocturnal animal; he had a natural disgust for anything bright. The world knew that much of him.
A nudge on his shoulder prompted his eyes to open, met with the dim light cast around his low-oxygen space in the covers. The hand that brought it started rubbing up and down his bicep soothingly, easing him into a wakeful state.ย
โIt's time to get up. We can face whatever will be ahead of us, I promise." Your voice came to him muffled from the inside of his nest of a blanket and pillow, sweet and encouraging.
We. Heat gathered in that spot on his arm, and his heart rate increased along with it simultaneously. He only grumbled, and shifted around, now lying flat on his stomach with his pillow above his head to block out any noise. Despite his refusal, he had no intention of fighting back much longer. You'd known it well enough from the time you spent in service to him.
After a beat passed, he felt the left end of his pillow rise in the air, and a presence behind his head as you spoke into his ear quietly. โThe day is ready for you, Master. The night will see you once youโve lived it.โย
Then, you dropped it, and awaited him patiently with your hands folded together on your lap.ย
When you stopped talking him awake, he felt more inclined to get up, cutting a straight line through the anticipation. If he was to admit it, he was more than a little spoiled. He swung the pillow off his head, and sat up with a low, deep groan. It took his eyes a bit to adjust to the light as he scratched under the right side of his jawline, and yawned.ย
โIโm up.โ His rasp nicked your ears, and he rubbed his face tiredly, feeling as a row of fingers reached into the air and ran through his disheveled hair, fixing and smoothing it out before returning to their designated spot in your personal space.
A shade of muted black met your own pools of sickly sweetened color, and you smiled upward at him before popping onto your feet, and gesturing toward the kimono you'd chosen for him to wear that day. Now, as that very familiar soft look flashed upon your face, he felt his own want to do the same, but it did not. He was never as angry as he felt he appeared. Not with you. The thought of that made him want to roll his eyes at himself.
He rose from the futon, and took the kimono in his arms. Slowly, he began to get changed, putting his arms through the sleeves and wrapping it snuggly around his torso with the obi. In the corner of his eye, he watched as you collected a dish at his bedside from the night before, and directed to the door. It slid open on your command, and you looked behind your shoulder, waiting for him to walk through first.
Toji ducked under the frame, and your feet pattered behind him to catch up, and make their way to the kitchen.
Your gentle and quiet nature bothered himโyour optimism and kindness irritated him. In every way, you were the complete opposite of him; in the back of his mind, there was no doubt his clan members had hired you on purpose. Peering down at you walking alongside, eyes wide open and taking the world in as you moved with it, he inwardly sighed.ย
You, the gift from heaven gates, didnโt think badly of him in any shape or form, and he was learning to reciprocate that. With time. Though, as you would probably tell him, grinning ear to ear โA start is as good as any! As long as youโre trying!โ
Ugh, he moaned in his mind.
gulp
๐ฆน please don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work
maybe i'm alone in this, but i tend to write a lot whenever i'm in the mood, and that usually puts me in front of a 16.1k fic. which makes me dwell on the small things, like: i'm putting the same word as the first word in too many paragraphs, i've used that synonym already, this term was already used. heartbreaking.
๐ฆน โโโ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
๐ฆน โโโ JUJUTSU KAISEN
๐ฆน โโโ KIBESTU NO YAIBA
๐ฆน โโโ FAIRY TAIL
๐ฆน โโโ NARUTO
๐ฆน โโโ HAIKYUU
๐ฆน โโโ RANDOM TEXT POSTS
MORE COMING SOON . . .
in the future . . .
i plan to open up another blog for non-anime work. my favorite game of all time is RDR2 but i haven't played it for a while. and, i had a love for television like: the walking dead, or the vampire diaries. also, film. i'm a big film lover, some of my favorites being: dracula, nosferatu, frankenstein, etc. so... here's fxxez.
๐ฆน pwawr. โ please don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work.
hello, kings, queens, and beings. here on my page, you will see random series', and small form contentโlike head-cannons, short prompts about characters or self-insert characters, etc. these of which will mostly be written and sent out of my own personal liking, put aside from asks. as for those, i will be trying to accept requests for specific characters and prompts, unless they might be too specific. may depend on how i feel that day, especially when i comes to word count. leave me alone, i get stressed out easy.
in the future, i feel that i would be more than willing to do paid commissions for longer forms of content with those specific details that a lot of you guys would prefer. feel free to ask me about it in my dms, and i'll do my best to accommodate.
before you continue . . .
i am a woman. my preferences and style of writing may not be for you, and there's nothing wrong with that. there's tons of wonderful writers on this app, i'm sure you could find what you want wherever you go. with that being said, while i am not going to immediately claim that i won't answer to a masc!canon/masc!reader, it's not something i've ever found myself doing. only recently, since my best friend asked me to, have i gotten into writing MLM's for the first time. dabi/hawks, because i managed to come up with a plotline the both of us really enjoyed. you can find that: within these words.
i wouldn't want to write about a gender or sexuality experience that is not my own, nor one i wouldn't feel completely confident in writing, because all of you are real individuals with your own real lives. i wouldn't want to make any mistakes or step on any toes if i do. and, i am still learning when it comes to canon/canon, as well. which, i don't even know if i'll ever really pursue, because it's not my strong suit.
as of right now, i am comfortable writing feminine pronouns and descriptions. even though i've never done it much on my own, i am more than willing to do gender-neutral, if that is asked of me.
i am a white girl. although, i hope that would not discourage you from sending in a request that details a poc reader, because i would be totally fine writing such. this also isn't to say that my un-requested, occasional self put out work won't be inclusive, because with those, i will definitely leave the color of skin, hair texture, or anything else that's necessary up to interpretation.
while it is quite literally impossible to control teenagers on the internet, god knows, i can at least make an effort to say that i would strongly prefer if minors didn't interact with my page.
from a fellow human being.
i write for . . .
anything i want to write. my blog will be primarily focused on characters i personally favorite, or anime's i've watched all the way through. i won't write about character's i barely know, because then i would be claiming to, and i don't. but, at some point in time, i may or may not return to those previous characters i wasn't educated on, because i finally sucked it up and finished Gachiakuta instead of sleeping for thirteen hours a day.
this is an 18+ page, if that isn't already clear enough, that mostly focuses on the heavier subjects, like drug usage, obsession, and tragedy among romance. it seems that no matter what i do, something always goes somewhat wrong in my storylines, but it provides a sense of reality that i really enjoy.
nonetheless, i know a lot of you don't exactly use fanfiction as a source of "reality" and more of a way to build your imagination, so i'm willing to accommodate. not all of my content will be dark or sexual, so feel free to ask me for anything sweeter you may have an craving for.
๐ฆน as for those animes:
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . dabi, toya todoroki. hawks, keigo takami. tomura shigaraki. overhaul, kai chisaki. pro-hero katsuki bakugou. pro-hero izuku midoriya. pro-hero shoto todoroki. shota aizawa. any male 18+
JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . toji fushiguro. choso kamo. hiromi higuruma. gojo satoru. geto suguru. shiu kong. namai kento. sukuna ryomen. any male 18+.
NARUTO . . . sasuke uchiha. itachi uchiha. kakashi hatake. naruto uzumaki. shikamaru nara. jiraiya. gaara of the sand. neij hyuga. sai yamanaka. deidera. hidan.
(but feel free to ask if something you like is not listed.)
i do not write for . . .
anything i don't want to write. it's as simple as that. some things may not look of interest to me, and even if the request isn't very detailed, i may just not want to. whether it's because i don't believe in my ability to properly write about that character or theme, who knows. but that is just a warning. doesn't mean i'll always be like that, cause it's not about being able to, it's if i want to. laugh my ass off. but please, don't let that make you afraid of putting something in my inbox.
nonetheless... as far as i am aware of, there isn't a lot i would turn down and not feel comfortable writing. pleasure is pleasure, and the way that i see it, i don't kink shame. as long as it consists of two or more consisting adults in the privacy of their own homeโhowever, something along the lines of public sex in a fictional setting can be differentโi don't exactly care about what you do or what you're into.
there are obviously some thing's that would go without saying, morally and just universally, but i'll go ahead and list some things i wonโt write, anyway. here they are:
step-cest. pseudo-incest.
rape. sexual assault.
domestic violence.
infidelity.
religion.
underage.
do not ask me to write about a minor in any kind of sexual situation. not megumi fushiguro or yuji itadori, not pre-hero bakugou katsuki or deku, none of it. i'd prefer if you do not bring that sort of thing to my page, please and thank you.
some things i've never personally cared to writeโlike omegaverseโi won't straight up decline, but feel warned of my slight ignorance to certain tags.
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๐ฆน pwawr. โ please don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work.
๐ฃฒ toya has a fetish for pretty, lazy, mentally unwell bitches.
When he finally walked in the room, he looked serious.
One hand naturally tensing at his side like he was ready to reach for a loaded gun at any time, and the other resting on the frame of the door, near his headโstaring into his shared bedroom and hard observing the display he found his girl in. You were wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of dark panties just peeking from underneath the hem as you laid sprawled on your back, hair a mess in the pillows.
Toya had only gotten home a minute ago, and the second he walked into the apartment, he was hit with a wave of weed smoke and something he had never let himself fully acknowledge; the feeling he experienced every chance he got to spoil and do things for you. You immediately called his name, whining for the food and soda you begged him to pick up on his way.ย
Of course, he had. How could he refuse when you ask so kindly? At least he knew the intentions were good and grateful, even when you spam texted and acted like you would die horrifically if you didnโt get what you wanted in a certain amount of time.
There was nothing quite like it. Being with you, watching the way you lived, and turning into this submissive sugar daddy who enjoyed detangling your hair when you didnโt feel like brushing it that day, cooking for you every night, and fucking you deep in the matress without ever making you do anything you didnโt want to.ย
Hell, you probably havenโt rubbed your own clit in weeks, let alone months.
Sometimes you did, but most of time, you just knew he would bow at your feet. So you rarely did more than scream his name, claw his back, gnaw viciously on the fleshy part of his shoulder, and occasionally shift your hips back when he was giving it to you from behind.
He wanted to do it all. My girl.
And tonight, as he nearly foamed at the mouth from the sight you blessed him, he had no idea what to do with himself once he walked down the hall. The picture perfect vision of gross royalty. A depressed, messy princess who struggled standing up for long periods of time because of low blood pressure, and stayed up late at night watching movies, playing video games.
All he could think about was tearing you apart. Kissing you softly but slipping off your clothes so he could show you just how much he missed you, even though heโd only been gone since that morning. Imagination and random entertainments could keep you company, but it wasnโt Toya.
It wasnโt his cock dragging along your insides, repeatedly abusing your sweet spot and holding his hand down, deep in your lower stomach so you could feel every inch of it. Gripping your neck while he said every single word that would send him straight to Danteโs seventh circle, if such a thing existed.
Slamming into your cervix. โYou can take it, I know you can.โ
Pressing his thumb on your jaw. โThatโs all you have to do.โ
Pushing one of your knees up. โDonโt think. Donโt do nothing else.โ
Breathing against your mouth. โJust feel me, baby.โ
Carefully, you blinked. This was a expression on his face that you had seen before. Still, lips parted like he was calmly thinking, but there was an intensity in his eyes that made him look coked out of his mind.ย
There was a moment where you were about to speak, wondering what exactly was going on, but your eyes trailed down when his hand moved across his belt, and adjusted the bulge that was growing in his pants.
He exhaled heavily. โI can make you feel better.โ
No denying. Although, youโre kinda tired.
Then again, you know heโll do it all. For you.
it be like that.
๐ฆน please don't copy, steal, or translate any of my work
dude i actually can't think about suguru geto without getting violently upset. like grief. i saw an edit of him with waco, texas by ethel cain playing over it, and the first lyric was: "yeah you've changed, but did i ever know you?"
wait a minute cause now i'm curiousโdo you guys be writing all of this fanfiction on your phones or on a computer? cause after getting a desktop, i cannot imagine sitting there typing up 5k+ words on a handheld device. i would rather watch paint dry, i don't know how some of you do it.
