#morty writes

[fairy-dander]

hey chat. now accepting username ideas for my hypothetical writing blog because idfk what to use as my url.

also. fair warning if I do start a writing blog it'll probably just be smut ngl but. good smut surely. surely.

[dovemortician]

So, I’m currently working on some pure Jilco filth.  Like I need to cleanse my brain, heart, and search history before even making a dent kind of filth.  Please, fellow shippers, give me strength.

And I apologize in advance for what I plan to inflict on you with my debut fic on this new account (and AO3).

[dovemortician]

Hello Jilco Tumblr Community~

Last night in a fit of Jilco feelings I banged this out. Should I expand and write the full thing? Series: Arcane Ship: Jilco, Silco/Jinx Rating: M (Likely to become E if I expand on the work) TW/CW: Age gap, power imbalance, tinge of daddy kink, shame.

Silco tried to do right by Jinx, despite what the members of his crew and others in the Undercity whispered when they thought he couldn’t hear.  He gave her a place to live, to belong, to thrive, and to put her brilliance to use.  He endeavoured to watch and guide her to meet the great potential that had gone so unappreciated by her former family.  He comforted her when the memories of her past came screaming back to her.  He worked hard to be the kind of man that deserved Jinx as his ward.

However, Silco was just a man.

A man with needs.

Needs that he found difficult to ignore when she straddled his lap to deliver his medication.  Or when she sarcastically (or, lord help him, affectionately) called him “Daddy”.  Or when she would find any excuse to drape herself across his desk.  Over his shoulders.  In his chair when he left it empty for even a moment.  Across his lap with her backside inches away from where a dark part of him wanted it.  He didn’t want to want her so much.

But he was just a man.

A man with needs.

[dovemortician]

WIP Snippet

Happy Six Sentence Sunday! This spawned in my brain because every threat Terrorblade makes is dripping with the promise of a different kind of violence.

Series: DOTA: Dragon’s Blood Ship: Terrorblade/Selemene Rating: E TW/CW: Violence, choking, allusion to upcoming noncon

A feral grin spread across Terrorblade’s face, and Selemene felt ice in her veins despite the burn from his hold. Before she had a chance to scream, his grip on her shifted and she was cut off from drawing air. Terrorblade had her by the throat, holding her tightly enough to still her breath; while he trailed a claw down her chest, along the centre of her ribs, and between her ample breasts.

Once he reached the base of the deep cut of her dress, something in his eyes changed. He still eyed her as prey, but something shifted.

“Although, with my fleeting time in the flesh illusion,” Terrorblade mused, “I believe I will sate another hunger.”

[sappho-rodeo]

Sleepover au where abi and Sam are right

sleepover au where it's abi and sam having a sleepover and they did everything they're saying we did

[fairy-dander]

thinking about making a writing blog....at 1am in the morning....shall keep you guys (the three people seeing this shit) updated

[dovemortician]

The first original project I'm writing since I finished school is in the works (has been for a while) and I'm honestly really jazzed about it.

It's also the horniest thing I've ever written.

And my first time writing horror.

Also queer af but it's me that's a given

I'm about to learn a whole fucking lot about old-ass houses.

[dovemortician]

That video of Con O’Neill whispering “Happy Holidays” grabbed me by the dick and inspired an unholy creation.  I’m hoping to have this up before New Years so TECHNICALLY it will still be the holidays.  Wish me luck y’all.  Also some of the things warned for below won’t come up until later but still mentioning them now.

Title: The Camera Loves You (placeholder title) Rating: E Ships: Steddyhands, Cjizzy TW/CW: Coercion, dubcon, infidelity, cuckoldry, netorare, misgendering language in line with misgendering kink, under-negotiated kink, horrible photographer etiquette, Calico Jack being a creep. Summary: Modern AU.  Izzy wants to do a special festive boudoir shoot for his partners.  Despite his better judgement, he hires the best boudoir photographer he knows, an old friend by the name of Jack Rackham.  Jack, it seems, has other plans for their shoot.

“Look at the camera.  That’s it!” Jack cooed as he snapped picture after picture of the vision before him, “Good, just like that, Babygirl.” That vision just happened to be Israel Hands, draped over the gold and cream coloured chaise lounge in the living room of the apartment he shared with his partners.  A soft red throw blanket strategically covered most of him, leaving only his shoulders bare and some peeks of his white semi-sheer stockings.  His neck was covered too, though, with the slightly-too-large white turtleneck that was holding up part of the festive getup he wore. “Now, let’s see those bedroom eyes you think I don’t notice you giving me all the time.” “You’re not funny, Jack, shut the fuck up,” Izzy rolled his eyes as Jack chuckled. “Oh come on, Princess, don’t play hard to get,” Jack lowered the camera from his face and gave him a playful wink, “But seriously, let’s change poses here.”  With that, Jack set his camera down on a small table beside an overly plush armchair — no doubt Stede made most of the furniture choices, as they were all gaudy and clearly expensive — as he made his way over to help arrange Izzy the way he wanted him.  When Izzy sat up and took the blanket away, revealing the full outfit, Jack didn’t even bother hiding the way he looked Izzy up and down slowly, drinking it all in.Those stockings, which dug into Izzy’s thighs deliciously, were held up by white garters accented on the outside with fake red poinsettias and frosted evergreen sprigs.  Moving up his body, Izzy was devastating in a white Virgin Killer number that managed to be even more scandalous than the original, with lace-up panels on each side and the back.  Through those panels came a peek of white lace panties.