What do you mean you don’t know what my WIP is about purely from the bizzare posts I have tagged with the blorbos from my WIPs.
Does this story need to be written down? Is it not enough to have it simply live in my head?
you heathens will reblog day specific posts any day of the week. i woke up thinking it was wednesday
happy wake up thinking it was wednesday sunday
it's fucking friday
happy woke up thinking it was wednesday sunday but it was actually fucking friday tuesday
*Disappears for months*
woops. anyway i’m going to convert my tumblr into me talking about my novel for a while but if you’re here for Myc x Andre smut there’s probably some in the near future whenever i get bored and edit what i’ve written.
Yes
Writing suggestions/prompts and questions are very welcome!
Blood loss? No I know exactly where it is
@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?
actually writing the fic down
Inside Job Myc x Andre
//smutty Inside Job fic between Myc and Andre. I definitely used banned words so we will see if it lasts. //
Andre had been clean for 24 hours. Not a hit of anything: no pot, no cocaine, not even chemtrails. He could feel the pressure building in him, an itch he wasn’t allowed to scratch. He had tried distracting himself but nothing was working. He knew that if he was alone for a moment longer he was going to find something to get him high and break his streak. It wasn’t his first time trying to sober up, he knew how easy it was to fall back in.
They say that putting an addict back into the environment in which they did drugs is one of the most common triggers for relapse. Andre laughed darkly to himself, trying to think of a single place he hadn’t done drugs. His home, his work, the middle of the ocean, even the moon landing set was filled with memories that tasted of chemicals and smoke. The only place he could think of was Reagan’s office, but that was purely because it was the one place he wasn’t allowed to go. Surely she wouldn’t mind, though, if it was for a good cause? Andre convinced himself that the stubborn, territorial, and deeply private Reagan would forgive him for the intrusion. It wasn’t hard to convince himself of anything in the state he was in. Andre was desperate to keep his sobriety.
The doorway to Reagan’s lab was usually heavily secured, but today the door was wide open. Andre hesitated for just a breath, then pressed forward. Robot arms and 3-D printers lined the wall, completing automated experiments and piecing together inventions from Reagan’s blueprints. Andre steps forward to touch one of the mechanical arms, but his attention is stolen by the moving figure at the back of the room.
“Reagan? Look, I’m sorry about coming in but the door was open and-”
The figure steps into the light and Andre sees it isn’t Reagan, but Myc. A faint blue glow radiates from the mushroom alien, illuminating the confused look on Andre’s face. Myc hisses, “Will you shut the fuck up, asshole? You’re going to get me caught.”
“What are you-”
“What am I doing in Reagan’s lab? I could ask you the same thing. Now be quiet and get out of my way. I spiked her orange juice with sedatives this morning but I have no idea how long she will be out. You better leave before she comes back, and you had better not tell her I was here. Got it?” Myc peers over Andre’s shoulder and surveys the hallway. All clear.
“Got it. But why-”
“I’m not telling you why I’m here, okay? Better for you not to know.”
“But I deserve to know the tru-”
“Seriously, dipshit, it’s better if you-”
“Will you please stop interrupting me!” Andre bursts, shoving Myc. “I won’t tell Reagan shit, I’d get in trouble for being here, too. I just want to know why you are keeping secrets from me all of the sudden.”
“I’m not keeping secrets from you because I want to. I’m doing it to protect you, to protect the team. Reagan is up to something and I want to make sure she has our best interests in mind.” Myc raises a tentacle and slides Andre’s hand off his shoulder. He squeezes Andre’s hand, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but why are you here?”
Andre scratches the back of his neck, debating with himself whether or not to tell the truth. “I… I needed a place to go that wouldn’t make me want to get high. Everything triggers me and makes me want a hit but… I don’t want to be so dependent on it anymore.” Andre looks at Myc, waiting for his colleague to mock him. Instead, a tentacle reaches out and rubs his arm.
“Look, I know I’m a jackass and am always giving you shit, but I’m proud of you for wanting to get clean,” Myc says.
“Thanks, Myc. I haven’t told anyone else that I am trying. I’ve barely made it 24 hours and I’m already close to giving up. I guess I just didn’t want everyone to know I failed.”
Myc’s tentacle caresses Andre’s arm comfortingly. Myc extends another appendage and pushes the hair from Andre’s face. Without the shadows of his hair, it is clear how sunken Andre’s eyes are and how gaunt his cheeks have become. Myc thinks he looks fragile, but he would never tell Andre that. Besides, being fragile isn’t a bad thing. It is beautiful in a way. Myc breaks the silence to clear his throat, “Hey, so, uh… about the Reagan thing? She’s planning on killing her dad. Which is understandable, he’s a douche and is going to run this company into the ground. I guess it doesn’t hurt to tell you. Especially since you’ve been open with me about, well, this and everything else.”
“Thanks for trusting me, Myc.” Andre smiles at his companion. The silence in the room grows with meaning. “Hey, Myc…” Andre starts.
“Yeah?”
“Could you… stay with me for a while? I don’t think I should be alone right now. I need someone to take my mind off of the urges.” Andre looks up at Myc to see his color slowly pulsating, like the steady thump of a heart picking up pace. The blue glow in the room tints purple then red as Andre runs his hands slowly and intentionally up and down Myc’s tentacle.
“Andre?” Myc says bluntly.
“Yeah?”
“You know that’s my dick, right? They all are.”
Andre smiles and keeps his hand moving slowly up and down the length of the tentacle. “Do you want me to stop?”
Myc fakes a dramatic sigh, “Oh, well I guess you’ve twisted my arm. I suppose I can let this happen. You do need a distraction, after all.” Myc takes a second tentacle and slips it under the hem of Andre’s shirt, in part to take off the barrier between them, but mostly because he wanted to feel Andre’s abs. For such an unhealthy person, Andre is extremely cut. The shirt gets thrown unceremoniously across the room, landing on one of the robotic arms. With one tentacle, Myc holds Andre’s wrists above his head, pressing him against the wall. Myc curls his tentacles around Andre’s nipples, squeezing and lightly pinching.
“Will you stop teasing me and fuck me already?” Andre begs.
“But it’s so fun to watch you squirm. I know you want me now, but it is so much better if I make you wait.” Myc runs a tentacle down Andre’s chest and stomach, hesitating on his waistband. “Are you sure you want to do this? It is definitely an HR violation to fuck a coworker in a forbidden lab.”
“Do you think that mothy bitch can stop us?” Andre pulls Myc closer to him. “Please, Myc. I need this. I want you to take full command of me and fuck me, is that too much to ask?”
Myc mutters a soft no before letting himself go. He plunges his arm into Andre’s pants and rubs his hard cock over his boxers. Andre twitches, begging Myc to take him. Myc quickly pulls off the pants and underwear, dropping them to the floor. For what feels like an eternity, Myc just stares at Andre’s body and soaks it in. Myc had secretly wanted to do this for a long time but had never felt it was the right time. Now that Andre was all his, he was going to savor every minute. Myc’s tentacles start to ooze a slippery liquid, coating his appendages with a natural lube. Carefully, Myc wraps his tentacle around Andre’s penis, coiling into a cock sleeve filled with nerve endings headed straight to Myc’s pleasure center. He pulls up on the cock, feeling its length and girth press against him. He strokes firmly and evenly, refusing to speed up despite Andre’s begging.
“Not yet, be patient. Be a good boy and wait for it. Don’t stop begging, I want you to know who made you cum.” Myc increases his speed and pressure only slightly, and raises his free tentacles. One slips around Andre’s neck, another caresses his chest, and a third rubs its length against Andre’s ass. “Can I choke you? I won’t be too rough, I promise.”
“Myc,” Andre groans, holding in the moans that Myc is drawing, “If you don’t start fucking me within an inch of my life right now I will never forgive you. I’ll say, fucking, I don’t know, ‘Reagan’ if I want you to stop. Otherwise, I want you to make me forget my name.”
“Deal.” Myc slowly inserts his tentacle into Andre’s tight ass, taking his time as to not hurt him.
“Within an inch of my life,” Andre begs, “Please, Myc, more.”
Myc picks up the pace, thrusting into Andre, stroking his penis, and squeezing his neck. As Myc thrusts and strokes he starts to forget himself, going faster and harder for his own pleasure. Andre moans louder, begging for Myc to keep going, telling him where to put his tentacles.
Finally, Andre feels the pit of fire behind his hips grow, the pressure mounting. “Myc, Myc I’m gonna-”
“Not yet, you cum when I tell you to.” Myc moves his tentacle down Andre’s cock and gently plays with his balls, teasing him. His tentacle moves slower in Andre’s ass. Myc leans in and whispers into Andre’s neck, “I’m about to fuck you within an inch of your life, are you ready?”
“Yes,” Andre moans.
“Yes, what?” Myc prompts.
“Yes, please.”
“Good boy.” Myc quickly picks up his pace again, making sure to give attention to all of Andre with his free tentacles. Every inch of Myc is electrified with pleasure. He kisses Andre’s neck and holds him tight as he pumps into him, thrusting deeply. He whispers to Andre, “now.”
Andre had barely contained himself to that point. He burst, making a mess he was sure Reagan would notice. It made him giggle, clinging to Myc while Myc caressed him.
“Now let me help you,” Andre puts Myc’s tentacle in his mouth and starts to bob his head, sucking and rubbing with his tongue.
Myc moans then remembers himself. “No, come on man. I’m a magic mushroom. My jizz gets people high, remember? I don’t want you to fall off the wagon because of me.”
“What if you pull out? I just want it to be fair, I mean I just had the best sex of my life I want you to cum too.” Andre keeps rubbing Myc’s tentacle.
“Baby, it was good for me too. Every appendage is a penis, remember? I just don’t want you to get high. You want to get me off? Do it, then wash your hands. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Andre cups his hands on one of Myc’s tentacles and sets to work, rubbing firmly and steadily. Slowly he sped up, encouraged by Myc’s moans.
Suddenly, Myc shudders, releasing a glimmering goo. Andre puts a hand on Myc’s chest and grins. “Hope you aren’t too sensitive after all this because you have a few more tentacles for me to jerk off.
Myc smiles in a daze and leans back, letting his partner pleasure him. Then, he shouts, “Reagan!”
“Reagan? Oh, the safe word. Am I overstimulating you? I’m sorry, I’ll stop, I just-”
“No, look!” Myc points down the hallway to Reagan quickly approaching.
Before they can scramble to clean up and leave, she is standing before them.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU GUYS?!”
I have started writing a part two to this. Be on the lookout within the next few weeks!
*learns basic social skills well into my 20s that most people know by the time theyre like 11*
having strict parents will do that to you
Having autism will do that
Having ADHD will do that to you
Being LGBT will do that to you
On top of the Yankees field cat there was a praying mantis on top of the nationals players hat tonight. Huge night in baseball
He was keeping the mantis updated on the number of outs, too
Ratatouille
Me thinking I can keep up with writing every day when I have so many classes that I have missing scores in is the definition of insanity. I haven’t written anything for my wip much less do little side projects like adding to Myc x Andre or doing the Camp Camp AU fic I promised Sunflower
LOUDER FOR THE BIGOTED ASSHOLES IN THE BACK
can y'all reccomend some good video essays abt internet drama or subcultures or stuff like that? i've gotten rly into them lately and they're nice 2 listen to at work
my favorite channels for stuff like this are izzzyzzz, dangelowallace, jenny nicholson, sarah z, and strange aeons!!! here are some specific ones i love
The Last Bronycon: a fandom autopsy - jenny nicholson
A History Of Neopets Controversies - izzzyzzz
A Deep Dive Into The Warrior Cats Fandom - izzzyzzz
this is my favorite like subgenre of video essay so allow me to add:
ones with a + i highly recommend watching together
- Msscribe: The Harry Potter Fandom’s Greatest Con-Artist by Eldena Doubleca5t
- A Deep Dive Into Animal Jam by Izzzyzzz
- Millions of Dead Genders: A Mogai Retrospective by Lily Alexandre
- Into The Omegaverse: How a Fanfic Trope Landed in Federal Court by Lindsay Ellis
- The Rise and Fall of Gaia Online by Red Bard
- Demystifying My Immortal by Red Bard
- How Endless Eight Became one of the Most Hated Arcs in Anime History by Red Bard
- The Rise and Fall of the Yaoi Paddle by Red Bard
- A Brief History of Homestuck + Homestuck Sent Me A Legal Threat, And Then It Got Worse by Sarah Z
- Tumblr’s Failed Convention: The Story of Dashcon by Sarah Z
- Fandom’s Biggest Controversy: The Story of Proshippers vs Antis by Sarah Z
- I’m Tired of Isekai by Noralities
- How Coded Character Design Works (Dragon Maid Blew up on Twitter and Everyone Has a Hot Take) + I’m Worried About Cancel Culture by Noralities
- Rise and Fall of SMPEarth by Zyphon
- Unsolved Mystery of Minecraft Monday by Dream + The Rise, Fall and End of Minecraft Monday by Zyphon
- Line Goes Up - The Problem With NFTs by Folding Ideas
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