Flying And Simping

Terra/24 Minors DNI / No Open Requests Just traumatizing yall with my tho(ts)ughts

[simpingforheros]

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Author’s Information:

Preferred name: Terra (The Terror)

Age: 24

Pronouns: She/ Her

Horoscope: Leo

Race: White with Spaghetti Sauced Influence

Note about me: I write silly fanfics casually because I need certain itches scratched. I hope to make some friends on here.

This is an account that I use to write fanfics on a casual setting. I’m establishing my boundaries here:

Boundaries:

🤍 I currently will NOT be taking any requests for full fanfics. I’m open to making little shit posts just talking or just talking ideas/ imagines but I probably won’t write full fics if you send them in my inbox.

🤍 Minors Do Not Interact with Me!! This is a big one because I’m an adult woman who’s writing fanfics with adult themes. While I obviously can’t age verify anyone, I do not want minors to comment or message me about my fanfics or anything.

🤍 I do not fuck with MAPS/Proshipping/Zoophiles/ Creeps/Pedo shit. I will actually cyberbully you if I catch this shit. I do occasionally write about dark and unhealthy relationships but I will not dive in or entertain these ideologies because that’s weird. If you come on my page with these views obviously on your page, it’s an automatic block for me.

🤍 I only write with female pronouns or gender neutral pronouns. It’s just because imma cisgender woman that I don’t feel qualified to write for any other gender experience. I do not intend to offend anyone with my posts so I’m just closing the door for that to happen before it’s starts.

🤍 I write WFM or WFW relationships. Just like the pronoun one. I don’t have any experience our side of these two types of relationships and I don’t want to open the door to offend anyone. I don’t romanticize or fetishize lgbtqia+ relationships because we are all human and not every relationship is happy clouds and rainbows. I have been in relationships with men and women so I’m writing based off experience in those categories.

🤍Obviously don’t be a dick. Racism, Sexism, Homophobia/Transphobia, and just being an angry weirdo is not very hot of you. You should seek help, not fanfics.

Fandoms

🤍 DC comics (especially Batman)

🤍 Marvel (not as much as I used to)

🤍 Invincible (not writing fanfics about this since they all babies rn and I ain’t a baby sitter)

🤍 Devil may Cry

🤍 Mortal Kombat

🤍etc, more to be added

Topics I write about:

🤍 Fluff

🤍Comfort/Angst

🤍 Dark Content ( these will be heavily marked and tried to kept separate from other works; I no way shape or form support the actions in dark fanfics, but I understand why people read them)

[gravelocked]

he’s mean when he’s fucking you.

deep thrusts which have you clawing the sheets, lewd sounds of his cock pistoning out of your clutching heat, dragging against your most sensitive places, the practiced rolls of his hips. everything.

he doesn’t like hearing you whine and beg him to slow down, or stop. he knows you don’t actually mean that so he clamps a tight palm over your mouth and continues shifting your organs around so good.

he pulls your hair, chokes you, grips your hips so tight they might bruise. he cums inside of you not once, not twice but as many times as he’d like because he just has so much.

he’s sweet when he’s caring for you.

he kisses your wet, messy face and soothes you. apologizing for how hard he went on you. he rubs the places where he marked you lovingly, giving you a warm bath and apologizing all the way for the number he had done to you.

but when he tucks you into bed, your body nestled against his larger one, he doesn’t feel a single ounce of guilt. watching your adorable face drift into sleep, he knows he would fuck you up again, and again, and again.

[simpingforheros]

Imagine it.

You, the reader, are a figure skating prodigy. You’ve trained your entire life to the art. Thousands of dollars spent on coaches, competitions, costumes, gear, etc.

You’ve worked your whole life to achieve one dream,

To be an Olympian.

Then one day when you go to practice your routine on the ice a day before competition. You know you don’t have a lot of time to practice the choreography you’ve done a million times, even when you were suppose to eat or sleep. But you had to get one more practice in before the competition tomorrow and before tonight.

Tonight was a hockey game. The Gotham Gophers vs. Metropolis Giants. The stadium was going to be packed for this big rivalry game.

So you sway along the ice as your muscles flow rhythmically to the music in your ear buds. The routine like a second impulse as you spin and fly through the chill. When you are finished, a voice catches your attention.

“Pretty sweet moves,”

Jason Peter Todd. The captain of the Gotham Gophers. A bad boy on the ice. His body wrapped in sweats as he lazily smirks at you.

“For a dancer. Make room on the ice for a real sport.”

With that, you shoot up a middle finger at him.

And he just smiles.

[chars4u]

I MISS FLUFFY FICS EVERYTHINGS SMUT NOW💔

[tojisteddy]

Y’all say this but don’t support fluff nor angsty fics if it doesn’t have smut attached to it. You can’t have both. And then y’all don’t reblog or comment on your favs works so they go back to the smut. In the words of Kendrick Lamar, it’s not enough.

on top of this, the month/year just started, let ppl breath

[kill3ill]

ive said this and i agree with it wholeheartedly. this, along with the constant complaints flooding the x reader tags. "i hate the ___ pet name. i hate the ____ kink. i hate this, i hate that." it is sooooo discouraging and not only does it overshadow actual works that are posted under the tag its incredibly rude and annoying to have the entire hashtag flooded with hate and complaints.

in conclusion engage with the fics you like so you encourage writers to put out more of that. like and reblog and comment on the fluff fics you want so bad instead of clogging the tags.

[too-many-blorbos]

Soulmates as a horror concept.

You WILL love this person. It doesn't matter who you loved before; any feelings you had, any promises you made, they will become inconsequential as soon as you lock eyes with the stranger Fate has picked for you.

There's no way to stop it.

There's no way to say "no."

You will meet someone and with a single glance, both of you will become someone new, someone who's now bound to this stranger whether you like it or not, want it or not.

Trapped in a dance together until the day you die.

[simpingforheros]

Hehehe

[crown-princess-carrion]

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[simpingforheros]

This with a pucci fanfic? Nasty. 😝🤪😭🩷

[pluvoia]

— ‘TIS THE SEASON WHEN::

.⋆♱ batboys && mark grayson x fem!reader

JASON TODD appears at your doorstep, cheeks pink with a knitted sweater bound to his neck— yielding a box of movies from your childhoods, and a singular box of purdy’s chocolate.

“i hope m’not derailing any plans you might have,” he blushes, fingers tightening around the box.

you grin, bottom lip getting stuck between your teeth. cold air swirls and whisks into your heated apartment, past jason’s frame— but you can’t seem to find any resolve to care; “‘course not,” stepping aside to let jason in, one of your hands plants itself on your hip. “especially not when you come bearing gifts.”

emerald irises roll, and jason toes off his beat up sneakers. “i’d barely call these gifts,”

“please,” leaning forward, you press a chaste kiss to jason’s cheek. well, you intend to— but jason catches your jaw, and tilts your head juuust enough to slot his lips against yours. wrapping your arms around his neck, you mumble into the kiss: “your presence is gift enough.”

DICK GRAYSON surprises you with his kitchen table adorned in a myriad of gingerbread house decorations— ranging from icings of all colours, to gum drops dusted with powdered sugar.

dick’s hands fall from your face, allowing you to take in the scene. dimpled cheeks swell when he watches your reaction— one of complete awe.

“dick!” you gasp, steadying yourself by placing your hands on one of the kitchen chairs, “this is so sweet,”

“i know,” he feigns nonchalance, “wanted to go all out for my pretty girl.”

heat rises to your cheeks as you whirl around to face your boyfriend. “you outdid yourself,” your lips purse incredulously, “should i be suspicious?”

lifting a hand, his index finger darts out to flick the tip of your nose. “i’m just buttering you up, ‘cause i’m gonna kick your ass,”

“since when was christmas gingerbread house decorating a competition?” you ask, one of your eyebrows arching upwards.

“since the second you started dating me, sweets,”

TIM DRAKE grasps your palm tightly within his own, leading you to the manor’s outdoors— only to weigh you downwards into gotham’s pillowy snow, making shapes and images of all sorts.

the thick winter coat your boyfriend had wrapped you within only barely keeps you safe from the chilling snow beneath your feet; especially as you (gently) meet the ground, the outline of your body creating a crisp starfish.

tim’s name flies from your lips in a yelp, “what the heck!”

the boy grins, his face already turning a pretty shade of pink from the cold. “we’re making snow angels,” he offers, as if it was obvious.

tim plops down beside you, onto his back, and begins to move his arms and legs in an effort to create a snow angel.

“c’mon baby,” he whispers, breath curling off of his lips in a wispy fog, “jus’ copy me.”

despite the ridiculousness of the entire situation, your body seems to move on its own— your snow angel becoming permanent right beside tim’s.

BRUCE WAYNE gives up the cowl for a singular, chilling night; and surprises you in more ways than one.

you had thought your husband had outdone himself after taking you out for an unforgettable christmas dinner— but little had you known he’d bless you with the best gifts yet, only thereafter your meal.

“you’re telling me,” you snicker, hand gripping onto the ice rink’s railing tightly to steady yourself, “you can do a million and one things— except ice skate?”

bruce’s body wobbles— much to his dismay— as he attempts to skate towards you. the scowl on his face may have been off-putting, once upon a time, but the red in his cheeks and on the tips of his ears wash him over with a sense of gentleness. “god forbid i’m not wonderful at everything.”

“yes!” you laugh fully, causing some bystanders to throw you and your husband looks of disapproval, “god forbid.”

blue irises narrow in your direction, but there’s little heat behind his gaze. with a push off of his left foot, bruce tries again…

only to trip forward and onto his hands.

your laughter only hinders your ability to ask bruce if he’s okay— and the man decides to speak before you get a chance: “you’re lucky i love you, dear.”

MARK GRAYSON begs his mother to find his childhood sled— wishing nothing more than to take his beloved sledding.

you both know you’re going far too fast for either of you to control the sled; but mark remains persistent, a wicked grin slapped across his face, as he grips the cherry red sled closely.

your arms tighten around mark’s torso, adrenaline coursing through your veins. “mark,” you gasp, “when you said sledding, i thought you meant the hill by our high-school,”

your boyfriend tilts his head behind himself ever so slightly, throwing you a glance. “where all the six year olds go? no way, dude,”

the sled lurches sideways, snow fanning upwards messily in your wake. trees whizz past you both at a speed you’d wish you could ignore— though you can’t help the smile beginning to form on your face.

“i didn’t think mount everest was the next best option!”

“babe!” mark cries out, steering you both narrowly out of the way from a rock. “i flew here in less than four minutes— of course this was the next best thing,”

screwing your eyes shut, you silently resort to gripping mark’s waist far too tightly.

what a way to spend christmas, you think; not regretting a singular thing.

© PLUVOiA 2025.

[theobservatory]

A lot of people think that Jason is this suave ladies man, and headcanon Tim is an anxious failboy loser (he is), but so is Jason! That man has NO game. NONE. Yes he is tall, and muscular, and has a chiseled jaw, but that's all he's got.

He flusters when you flirt when him, and stutters when he flirts back! He cries when you walk out after an argument!

Jason is the type to get hit on by a 10/10 baddie and just,,, completely not notice. Unless you tell him to his face that you want to fuck, he has zero clue that's what you want. In turn, he's also shit at initiating physical intimacy, and the absolute worst at one night stands. The type to roll over and ask "what are we".

In bed, if you ask him to be rough he can ABSOLUTELY comply. He wants to put it down on you anyway you ask, but he totally cries during sex btw. That's exactly how you can tell how close he is, as soon as that first tear hits your shoulder you know.

He babbles into your skin, and kisses your neck, and all those low grunts from before turn into nagging little whines. Yeah, he's still using his big ass hands to pin you down, and he's pounding deep enough in you to make your vision white out, but he's still being really sweet while doing it.

He's mumbling desperate little words in between kisses; "I love yous" and "thank yous" and "kiss me?" all in between long huffy groans. It might be a little embarrassing later, but in the moment all he can think about is how good you feel around him.

For all that Jason comes off as masculine and macho, he's really emotional. He's normally pretty good at seeming unbothered, but sex is already so intimate, and he loves you so damn much... It's just hard for him to keep it all contained okay?? Make fun of him if you want to, but it's his truth.

Happy new years sluts. My resolutions are to get sexier, write more, and fuck nasty (<- lie, I am voluntarily celibate, but I would like to post some smut)

[tinysunshine-deactivated2026020]

just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement…why would anyone want to write anything?

people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.

at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.

i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.

#maketumblrfunagain

[blkkizzat]

fight back. do not take hate or disrespect lightly. draw your boundaries and use your block button. stand your ground.

one of my dear mooties once told me i come across really confident on the tl. she is so sweet but imma be the first to say in reality, not at all. as a neurodivergent nerd with anxiety/depression struggles i have a mountain of insecurities and i am not confident. however i am very protective of my space and happiness. everyone deserves to have fun in their fandoms and everyone should be free to be themselves openly.

also as someone whose been around the block a few times, pays rent, has worked, etc. idgaf about anyone's opinion of me who does not pay a bill. people who harass and care more about fictional characters than actual people is peak jobless child-like behavior and their opinions should not be taken seriously at all.

we can't control trolls and we are always going to get haters. but we can choose how we let them affect us and what power we give them. we can support and stand up for each other as well and drown out any hate someone may receive. love bomb your favorite writers and mooties if you see them struggling. or dealing with a hater.

to my writers: thank you for your contributions to the community. please keep your heads up and most importantly? do not be afraid to check a bitch if needed.

[simpingforheros]

Oh it’s you!

His presence was something unexpected.

The meeting was by chance. New York’s scarred but healing sidewalk home to the woman as she bumped into the tall young man. His muscles a solid wall and large hands catching her before she tumbled back.

His warm brown eyes rippling with an awkward smile and stuttering apologizes as she responds reassuringly.

His boyish demeanor winning her over for a walk towards their college campus. He just moved here from Chicago for school after loosing his dad. Words that ringed kinship in her as she befriended him.

Her eyes missing longing glances and twitches in his bones when she brushed against him.

There wasn’t anything startling about him at first glance. His nose looked little crooked from previous brakes. His hands were scarred around his knuckles. A small scar through his eye brow that disconnected to the one barely noticeable in his hair line.

His bright smile disguised it. Disguised the discomfort he showed over taking pictures for social media or attending very public events.

His laughter hiding the tightness in his grip when he keeps her away from the street or when someone appears to close to her. How he accidentally breaks things when he’s secretly jealous of her boyfriend.

It’s okay, he’s usually the one on her couch when they see the live fight between Invincible and the large behemoth of a man with the gold arm.

“Hey, Invincible kinda looks like you, Mark.” She teases to hide her nervousness about the brutal mauling of Invincible.

“Oh, I never noticed that.” He says nonchalantly as he wraps an arm around her to soothe her.

Just like he used to in his timeline.

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A/N: should I write more?

@simpingforheros FANFICTION. I DONT APPROVE MY WORK BEING COPIED, PLAGIARIZED, REBLOGGED, OR TRANSLATED ON OTHER BLOGS AND WEBSITES.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you’re a sick fuck

[zaharatide]

Fanfics with shitty English are valuable.

Fanfics with the weirdest tropes or pairings are valuable.

"No beta" fanfics are valuable.

Artistic outlets save lives.

Never stop writting.

[simpingforheros]

Why am I seeing Jeff the Killer fanfics in 2025.

I’m getting PTSD from my Quotev days.

No hate to the Jeff the Killer lovers🩷

[stealingpotatoes]

wishing all christmas-celebrating cat owners a very Good Luck with keeping your tree upright <3

[gumdrops-stuff]

[simpingforheros]

When you’re writing another Dilfson Todd fanfic and all your progress gets deleted😭😭😭

[unintentionalseductress]

THIS WASN'T ON MY BINGO CARD INFOLD

He's being so naughty here like help. And MC can't keep her hands to herself.

[simpingforheros]

Caleb is for the feral bitches and you can’t convince me otherwise.

((I wanna write about him))