☁️🩵☁️ Cee ☁️🩵☁️

✨️GUEST SPOTLIGHT✨️

Our next guest may be an Alpha, but when @cloudsu.bsky.social cooks, they definitely serve. 😏 Read their fics to know how it taste.

Got a plate? Ready to serve? Apply now! 💚🧡

What if, instead of trying to have a productive writing day, you aimed for a satisfying one instead?

Maybe we need an introductory post:

Hi my name is Cee, I am DekuBaku born and raised but I do a lot of bottom bakubowl & top dekubowl with special starring roles in SeroBaku, DekuShin, and Iida ships like IidaSero & IidaKami 🩵

AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/Cloudsu

Maybe this account can be more directly writing centric. I could never convince myself to charge anyone on Patreon, but perhaps you guys would like a bit of the process here… some wips and sneak peeks

Moral of the story is, I should have kept myself in a vacuum, it would have been more peaceful, for sure. Even though I adore the people who adore everything I write.

It isn’t my most popular fic by a longshot, but “Black Sheep” will always be my springboard. But even my first fic, as bad as the grammar was, had the kind of heart that I have since lost since I started caring how my writing looked.

I was trying too hard to write like other people when I should have been stoking my own fire. Now I have to strip it and go back to where I was a year ago, and figure out what was so good about that… mostly I think I lost my heart

Once everyone started telling me this, I knew I had gone too far. I always wanted a purple blend—something that was pretty but also sardonic in a way. Like you’d smirk and snicker while you read but you’d also be overcome by the prose

I’ve written more today than I have in two whole months. It feels good to be back in the kitchen. Though, I fear I completely broke my style in my attempts to get better. My flow is complete asshole right now, wayyy too snappy.

I don’t know. I’m going back and forth, like the sentiment of my Twitter account versus the ad revenue the app will get off me when I scroll my feed… ugh.

Like he isn’t even redeemable, he’s just fully evil. And I’d never thought that we would be blatantly shown that billionaires control the world—at least the old billionaires pretended like that’s not what they were doing.

Honestly, I think this is a pretty common sentiment but given that Twit is run by someone who will basically be backseat driving the US government, I’m not entirely sure I can continue to support the platform.

It just feels icky, y’know?

I would like to unread this post

I’m still around, btw. I know some of you may have seen that I deleted my Twitter. I’ll come back eventually, just taking a break!

damn forgot abt this a little bit 🤤🔥vamp shouto #seroroki and ghostface!hanta exclusive from '23 🦇🩸🔪✨

HELL I HAVENT YET

T4T dkbk with deku trying to breed katsuki with a strap-on… ON MY MIND HEAVY!!!!

The yarn is so cute

I need someone to tell me to apply to this zine even tho Im scared I will get rejected and also have other projects

I read something I wouldnt normally read strictly because subtop puppy Eiji was involved and it was like a smooth drag off a cigarette… i NEEDED it

#dkbk 🔞

I’m sure someone’s already considered this, but just imagine that first night when Katsuki sees Izuku in that new suit and he can’t fucking help himself, he’s so hard because all his hard work really paid off and Izuku looks *so* good in it

#夏五 #gego

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He’ll remember it forever—that day, this moment, and when Izuku huffs a breath and tugs Katsuki up for a kiss tingling with his own salt and submerged in their love.

He lets Izuku take him apart after that, all night, giving into
his need to thank and *be* thanked.

He gives him his throat until Izuku finally comes, until he’s bowing off the bed with a grinding thrust and Katsuki’s choking down the cum that he doesn’t allow to trickle down his chin.

He’s good about it—tasting it all, committing the flavor and image to his long term.

falling into pleasure. Not when he thinks about Izuku’s face from earlier, caught between blubbering like a child and a cracked star realizing just how much its loved.

Maybe that’s why Katsuki keeps on: Izuku needs to know he means it seriously.

It’s adoring—the way he cards his fingers through Katsuki’s hair and lets him take control. Yet Katsuki sucks him nastily, hollowing his cheeks, bobbing with the intensity of a worshipping man.

He can’t help his quick movements, not when he looks at Izuku

The blowjob isn’t like other ones, at least, they both think—Katsuki’s never taken him that far and Izuku’s always stopped himself from fucking into his throat.

He hits the soft parts of Katsuki’s mouth and he lets out something that’s a mixture of a whimper and an exclamation of love.

The unwrapping was for Katsuki, but the exploration is for Izuku—a careful trail of kisses down Izuku’s sternum into the hair dusting his lower abdomen, fingertips forcing his underwear down so he springs free hot and heavy in Katsuki’s hand.