🎱 🪐🕯️!
(Writer ask game!)
🎱 (post your AO3 total stats)
User subscriptions: 5 (5 of you want to read all my stuff??? What??? Thank you!)
Kudos: 437
Comment threads: 85
Bookmarks: 72
Subscriptions: 34 (the vast majority of these are on HIWB)
Word count: 228,319 (~31,000 of these are hidden but yeehaw!)
Hits: 6,068
🪐 (name three good things going on in your life right now)
I tend to be a somewhat pessimistic person but I did my best.
I got the best tip I've ever gotten at work today (perhaps shallow, but tips are a fairly important part of my income).
After I finish answering this ask I'm heading out to see my friend's band perform.
Work this coming week is much quieter, so I'll finally have time to get an overpriced chai latte at my neighborhood coffee shop and write.
🕯 (on a scale from 1-10, how much do you enjoy editing? Why is that?)
I used to probably be at a 10 when my ex and I were dating, since he'd always do final read-throughs with me and help me figure out upcoming plot points (I did some edits and rewrites on my own, but that was a less formal process). He still is proofreading the Bachelorette AU, but my enjoyment of that is lower now.
2 notes
·
View notes
Facts about your body after you turn 25, AKA things I wish someone had told me:
you will get hair in fun new places. this is normal and fine.
these places include (but are not limited to) if you don't already have them: your asscrack, your back, your ears, and moles. it's fine.
some of you, dick or not, will also lose hair. this is normal, but also if you have ovaries maybe get this checked out for PCOS.
your acne will probably change. some people get better. some people get worse. it's fine.
your nails will probably get an infection or a fungus at least once in your life. this is fine. (but also let your doc know).
how you gain and lose fat and where you do so will change. this is fine.
how you smell will change. this is fine. (fishy or rotten smells mean doctor time though)
if you have a prostate: it gets harder to pee. prostates enlarge as you age (get this checked regularly). this is fine.
if you do not have a prostate: it gets easier to pee but not in a good way. as in as you get older, your pelvic floor muscles tend to lose some of their strength. this makes it harder to keep pee in. this is fine.
all breasts and pectorals eventually sag, with the rest of your body. this is fine.
a decent percent of the population will experience a cyst at least once. some of you will make up for the rest with multiple. this is fine, but keep them checked out by a doctor. (sometimes this is a condition! get checked for that too!)
almost half of everyone gets hemorrhoids. it's a good idea to just expect them since your chances of getting them get higher the older you are. your toilet will look like a murder scene. definitely get your booty checked out BUT this is almost always perfectly normal. just eat more fiber. "but I already-" eat more fiber. and maybe suck it up and buy some hemorrhoid cream, you'll thank me later.
yes, this means you will probably need to make an appointment for a doctor to see your butthole. it's okay. not only do they really not care but 1. they've seen weirder that day and 2. they'd far rather you see them now than later when it's been going on for forty years and now it might be colon cancer. it's okay. consider it a rite of passage.
adults need more sleep than children. don't believe the myth that you need less than they do. that is capitalist propaganda to make you give up more of your life to the work grind, comrade.
vitamins and medicine, something you are more likely to take as you get older, sometimes make the toilet turn weird colors. it's okay.
if you still have your tonsils and get those little stones and get sore throats more than once a year you should plan on getting those suckers out before the tonsils cause an infection and go septic. if you're getting stones at all you should get those reevaluated every year, especially if the stones are bigger than a needlehead (or get bigger over time). it's gross and yucky. I don't care. get them looked at before you end up in the hospital.
you'll probably need to add foot support to your shoes if you don't already do. this is fine.
your body changes. sometimes it can feel sorta weird and upsetting that it isn't what it used to be. that is okay, and it is okay to be upset. just know that this is normal, it's normal to be upset or not upset, but don't let it hinder your quality of life. trans or cis, there is a certain level of acceptance you just gotta give your body and forgive your body for as you get older. it's okay.
it's okay. I promise.
59K notes
·
View notes
satoru wasn't a fan of lingerie, he hated the fabric and hated the fact that he had to be delicate when stripping it off of you. of course, he's all for making love, satoru was the king of making love, but he also likes when you can be comfortable before the both of you start fucking.
the thing that turned satoru on the most and had his dick standing at attention for you was some shorts and a tank. when it looks like you just got out of the shower and settling into bed, that's what got him going.
everyone else can keep the lingerie, the only thing he wanted to see from you was no bra and your shorts riding up on you so that he has an excuse to get them off.
“fuck, you look so good.” whispering in your ear how good you look while his hands jointly slide down into your shorts. there was no need for you to dress up for him, especially when it came to panties and a bra.
natrually he loved how everything fit and looked on you, there was no doubting that, but he didn't want you to get into a frenzy about what new set to get to please him and him only.
“hey… don't even worry about it, just throw those shorts on hm?” and you'll smile at hus reassurance, because he loved the basic shit and there was no need to get riled up over not knowing which color bra to get.
satoru loves to get down and rough with things, it was in his nature too, he just can't help it. the feeling of the thin fabric on your skin got him aroused, it's like your tank top was telling him to rip it out of you and to not hold back.
those tiny shorts that you wore that didn't even go mid-thigh brought out a side of him that by the end of the night he couldn't even recognize. his mouth gets dry at the sight, and his dick gets harder when he sees your nipples poking through the shirt.
“that's something i wouldn't be able to see if you had a bra on.” he joked while rubbing over your inflamed nipple he was playing with as he rubbed over your aching core.
whenever he comes home to you wearing that tank top and shorts combo, he will bend you over and pick you up and put you on the counter and gets to work. that was his favorite thing ever, seeing you in comfort with that pretty face of yours made him cum in 0.5 seconds, there was no denial there.
he wouldn't even bother taking them off, he just slides your shorts to the side and does what he needs to do. satoru knew what he liked and was a man of his word when he says that he needs no impressing from someone as beautiful as you.
7K notes
·
View notes
࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 02:33 P.M 」
based on this video. this idea has been rotting in my brain for some while :') dad gojo will always have a soft spot in my heart <3
a part of gojo's love entries
your baby’s first trip to aquarium was such a cute affair you were sure you wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
“waaa~” your baby’s eyes were gleaming with wonder as he gazed at the diverse array of colorful fishes above him, completely captivated by the view.
and your husband...
“aren’t they pretty, hmm?” satoru asked his adorable son with a grin, pecking his cheek and holding him snugly in the baby carrier against his chest, with a backpack of baby essentials strapped on his back.
he was the very vision of a domestic dad, and along with your son, who was dressed in a bear onesie, complete with two little ears, they made a really irresistible pair. even you couldn’t fault the crowd for staring at them.
“fwaa! waa~” your munchkin was squirming with joy, his tiny fingers stretching out towards the sight before him. satoru giggled, moving closer to the glass to give his baby a better view.
“look! that’s clownfish! and those wiggly flowers are anemone! and that is—”
he faltered at a fish passing in his view before deciding, “this— i don’t know, but it’s the clownfish’s friend!”
they are basically the same. your little boy and your husband, both of them clearly shared a brain cell as they happily pointed out different fishes.
“meh! hehe!” your baby babbled away, excited and incredibly happy in his father’s hold, and satoru too seemed to feel the same, as his eyes beyond that sunglasses crinkled.
“damn, my kid is so cute.”
suddenly he dived down and pretended to chew his pumpkin’s chubby cheeks, effectively making him squeal in glee.
and oh lord, the way your heart skipped a beat seeing that. it was so clear how much satoru adored your baby, and it made overwhelming warmth rush to your chest.
“he’s a good man,” an elderly lady beside you suddenly remarked, making you turn to her. “not many men do that for their kids.”
“he is…” you agreed with a shy smile.
“it’s a shame that you only have one baby,” the elderly man beside her—possibly her husband—added. “you’re still young and he is so good with them too.”
your heart swelled and would’ve already burst if it was possible. bashfully, you thanked the elderly pair as they went on their way.
and along the way, you received similar hushed comments and adoring looks—
“oh my! their baby is so cute!”
“how can such family exists?! the dad, mom, baby… all three of them are so good-looking!”
“such a hot dilf! can’t he divorce his wife and marry me instead? i’ll be his kid’s stepmother gladly!”
satoru pretended not to hear, but he clearly held back his laugh. you threw the school girl who carelessly blurted that a pointed look, making her scurry away.
and after the three of you were done walking around the aquarium and you stopped by the gift shop to get your baby his first fish pet.
your son suddenly became fussy, and satoru unclasped him from the carrier. “hmm? do you want mama?” he handed him over to you. “here, here~ mama wants to hold you too~”
as soon as your son was settled in your embrace, he giggled, and you couldn’t help but bounce him and coo. “do you have fun? you do, don’t you?”
it might not visible to others, but now satoru was staring at both of his reasons of being with literal stars in his eyes.
several years ago, he thought his life had stopped when his best friend negated his beliefs entirely, but you were there, holding his hand throughout it all. and then you married him— and then, you gave him a son to dote on.
you keep giving his life a new meaning. and he was thankful for that.
. . . meanwhile, you kept hearing whispers from a gaggle of girls in the next aisle, about how much of a dreamboat your husband in his blue shirt was and it was grating at your nerves so much that you pursed your lips into a total pout.
satoru thought you were the cutest, not even second to his baby, and he decided he wasn’t known for public decency anyway so he dived in and pecked your lips—dispelling any stray thoughts and making you flush in an instant.
“sato—!”
and before you could rebuke him, he whispered in your ear:
“so... baby number two, when?”
4K notes
·
View notes
ps!simon suddenly starts taking too long to cum in his videos. you find it strange, the man's incredibly virile.
his usual 20 minutes start turning into 40 minutes, 50. the palpable desire in his eyes that made you his fan in the first place is gone. it's replaced by a blank look, almost like he's receding into his head while getting things done. it isn't about his pleasure anymore, it's about his co-stars. the way he pinches a nipple with his thumb and index. the way he pistons into them instead of the slower, intimate pace he sets. even the movement of his hips is different; a straight in and out instead of that undulation, that rock back and forth that always has his cock grinding against a sweet spot.
it's all different, you'd think he was being forced to record those videos. he's stopped kissing too and even pulls out, tugging his cock to completion over the person's stomach.
it's embarrassing you know this, but you're his number one fan goddamnit. if he got a new tattoo, you'd hear about it first before even seeing it.
you tell your friend that and she just deems you crazy. you're seeing things, darling. he's as delicious as he was before, if not even more so. he's giving the person he's fucking so much more attention.
and yeah, that's the problem. he always took as good as he gave. he doesn't do anything by halves.
the co-star he's drilling into cradles his trim hips with her legs and her brightly colored nails bite into his biceps as she comes. he lowers his head, pressing the barest of kisses on her neck before whispering something to her that has her hands going slack.
you're not insane. you're not crazy. something's off. something's so off.
(it is. he's been watching you for weeks, his official favorite of creator and he feels blue-balled. no shame to his co-stars, they're all fantastic but they aren't you. and that's who he wants. you. but you're not answering his emails. that's probably because he's using an alias.)
time to change that, he doesn't know how much more he can take of pining after you like some love sick pussy sick puppy. just a taste and if he's that dissatisfactory, he'll disappear forever. no he won't. once he takes you as his you're staying his.
5K notes
·
View notes