i really want an “i accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and i was in the area, drunk, and i thought i was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch (and i did wonder when my friend got two cats but i didn’t question it) so now i’m hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi howya doin” au
it’s a beautiful night for a writing stream.
Shoutout to my bro forgetleighnot, who has graduated - with honors! - and is going into college for aerospace-mechanical engineering.
This chick busted her fuckin’ ass in school, and her hard work has paid off.
Good job, Ash. I’m hella proud.
my daughter slipped and used ‘she’ to describe my AFAB boyfriend and immediately corrected herself and if a seven year old can remember to respect someone’s pronoun choices then what the fuck is your excuse
Title: Dirty Little Strider (Dancing with Dave)
Pairing: Dave Strider/John Egbert
Notes: WOW how long has it been since I’ve updated this? Oh, whatever.
Ch. 2 is actually pretty close to done and it’s gonna involve a lot of sad. I’m really sorry for that. This ended where it did so you wouldn’t have sad SUDDENLY OUT OF NOWHERE in the middle of your sex.
Now it’ll be at the beginning of your sex, and that should be super duper okay. =3
This isn’t how you imagined it’d go, but you can’t find any fault in it, because John sounds really fucking good when you’re on your knees in front of him. He’s damn near whimpering at the moment, and the way he’s bucking his hips against your mouth is actually a lot more attractive than you expected it to be. Still, you don’t relish the idea of getting caught where you are, and you take a break from sucking his cock to shoot him the sternest glare you can muster.
“Be fucking quiet,” you mutter, trying to regain some composure. The full weight of the glower you’re bestowing on him must be lost behind your mirrored shades, because all he manages a breathless little sort of giggle and a smile that’d be cute if you weren’t so irritated with how fucking noisy he’s being. “We’re gonna get caught, and I’m not really looking forward to explaining to Bro why I was under the bleachers and sucking my best friend’s dick when I was supposed to be in class.”
“Well, I didn’t know you were s-s-serious! I didn’t—haaa—expect you to actu— fuck, Dave!” His voice rises in pitch when you wrap your lips around his shaft once more, and it’s hard not to snicker at the way he stiffens. He’s got one hand balled in the top of his shirt and at least now he’s trying to muffle the sounds escaping him.
It stops being cute and starts being hot when his other hand—finally!—finds your head, and you purr your approval around his organ when his fingers curl into a fist in your hair, because you like that (you decide, on the spur of the moment), and you redouble your efforts, damn near slurping at his cock.
It isn’t as hard as you thought it would be (ha fucking ha) to make him shudder, not with your tongue squirming against the underside of his dick and your mouth working him with overeager thrusts.
And then they didn’t frick because high schoolers don’t frick but Dave did go to class with the taste of John’s spunk in his mouth and John had to take a good five minutes to rediscover how legs work before he managed to escape from under the bleachers.
they didn’t talk about it until they were in college, except for in the moments when their friends brought up sex, at which point Dave would smirk at John and John would turn bright red and nobody really understood why.
(and second spilled her tea and everyone was sad about it.)
noooooo not the tea
Title: Between the Lines
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Dirk Strider/Jake English
Prompt: Dirk/Jake, sickfic or hurt/comfort, sick/hurt!Jake.
Anonymous said: fuck, you're amazing at writing. shit. I would give anything to be half as good as you.
All you have to do is practice! And do it. And not stop doing it. I’ve been writing daily since I was about twelve? Just sit down and put words out. Never give up! =3