Me Eyeballing That Tenth Enemies To Lovers Carrot Cake

The WIP when you read some of your own work for inspo

Kick-Ass himself? If you're fr message me with details and I'll whip something up!

Come to me (smut writer) those who are weak and weary (people who never see their favorite characters in things) and I shall give you rest (write about said character pounding you stupid)

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my heart goes out to the people who feel like they will forever be the friend who walks on the grass. the people who believe they will never be part of the main group. the people who think they live in the background and can come out of the shade into the sun only when there's room which there often is not. I am reaching out my hand and taking you with me away from people who don't appreciate you and we will walk under the sun together with us both on the sidewalk

When you leave work and drop your functional member of society persona so you can enjoy the freaky fic you've been reading

When I don't have time to write my fics so I gotta store all my ideas in the ol' noggin

"Why do you have so much trouble making friends? Why do you say things that way? Why don't you know how to talk to people? Why do you have these mannerisms?"

"Well I have ADHD and Autism,"

"That doesn't make sense, you're not running around and you made eye contact with me!"

🤡

People: "You're so weird!"

People: *find out I'm autistic*

People: "No way. You're like, so normal."

Tryna keep myself from crawling through this screen and devouring him got damn

the first time you sit on shigaraki tomura’s lap, he freezes. muscles tensing up, hands held rigid at his sides. don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch on a chant in his head.

you crane your neck to look back at him, beaming that loose, easy smile that makes him want to burn the whole world down just to keep you safe.

"just gettin’ comfy, tomu!" before you’re leaning back against his chest, the warmth of your body sinking into his bones.

it becomes routine to have you there, a comforting weight that buzzes through his head and zaps out thought. he dares himself to touch you, to drag his thumb over the soft skin of your hip. he doesn’t realize that he might have an effect on you too until you’re spinning on his lap and hugging his thigh between your legs, breath shaky against his ear.

"tomu—" you whine into the skin of his neck. he can already feel the heat of your pussy through your cute little pajama shorts.

"needy?" he scoffs, mostly to hide the disbelief, the joy—you’re needy for him. you’re fumbling for his cock, his hands, trying to find yourself relief that only he can bring you. his dick pulses against his stomach. "if you need it that badly, you can get yourself off like this, can’t you?"

you press kisses to his throat, and he practically short-circuits.

"yeah, but it’s better if you help me move."

the fact that it’s him you’re craving—shit, he's losing his damn mind.

he’s careful with his grip but that doesn’t mean it isn’t punishing, firm. he locks you in, dragging your slippery folds back and forth, watching the way your eyes flutter when you bump up against that bundle of nerves at the top.

"you like this," he breathes against you, something like a smile on his face. "you really like this?"

cums literally seconds later when he hears you say, “I love this”

BREAKING NEWS

Local shithead outraged upon realizing hobbies have no age limit.

More at eleven.

how are you gonna be 31 and posting fandom content bro leave it to the teenagers

People 10 and 20 years older than me are writing your favorite fanfics, and drawing your favorite characters. You'd have no fandom without the people you think are 'too old' to have hobbies.

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like