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mashuheartwrites · 10 months
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Hiiii… Active writeblrs?
hi there. just curious about what u guys are writing about. u can link ur work here if u wanna. tell me about the new character, the plot, the vibes. go ahead :) reblog if u like (I also wanna follow some active writeblrs, go ahead and like this/reblog if ur doing ur thing)
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lgbtlunaverse · 2 months
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
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rubyleaf · 2 years
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You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…
…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.
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luvit · 4 months
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(gn!reader, mdni 18+)
könig who is very aware of his size. but also very aware of how to utilize it.
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könig who knows how intimidating he can be when standing next to you. but loves the way it turns into a fluster when he pushes himself against you. claims that he's leaning over to grab something or that there's no other room in the tiny space, so he just has to do. and it has you being able to feel the way his bulge rubs up against you and just how large that is too.
könig who likes to lean down and get in your space when talking to you. claims it's so he can hear you better. when it's actually so he can see the way you squirm beneath him, like how he imagines you in his head at night. doesn't miss the way your thighs might squeeze together. eventually he straightens back up so he can return to that amazing view that lets him peek down your shirt.
könig who knows that you haven't taken anyone close to his size before. knows the way it slaps against your tummy that he's going to reach there and beyond. how it'll stretch you out and leave you gaping. he knows he has to get you ready. but he just likes to tease you by rubbing his fat cock up and down your hole, dribbling it with his precum. sees the way you try to run away and how your eyes widen when you feel the tip of it prodding at your entrance.
"könig, it won't fit!"
"s'okay, maus. i'll just push harder."
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do not edit or reupload my works elsewhere (reblogs welcome!)
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ladybeug · 11 months
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I drew the same comic twice because I didn't think the first one was funny enough. I don't know if the second comic is funnier though??
Here's both of them
Side by side because i couldn't decide which one to put first - knowing the punchline changes the experience?? pick your adventure. read either one first.
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which ones funnier i honestly can't tell
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zipsunz · 9 months
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good morning kelsey nation ⛹️‍♂️🏳️‍🌈
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recurring-polynya · 5 months
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Me, writing the parts of my fanfic I want to write: Haha fuck yeah!!! Yes!! Me, trying to string those parts together into something that resembles a narrative: Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.
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ghastlybirdie · 3 months
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John Price is, of course, the husband that has a special whistle just for you
Did he lose you in a store or needs to get your attention? He whistles in the way meant for only you
Only needs to do it once till you’re bounding the corner seconds later and going straight to him, no detours, smiling at him just the way he likes
It’s worked on day one and knew from then that you were his
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sofiaruelle · 7 months
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Yes she does accidentally drink paint water when she’s in the Zone™️ 🍄 🍄 🍄
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shoulmate · 7 months
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"Hello there."
The voice, the face, that slides into view across the table from you is one you didn't expect to see. Grimacing you ask "...Miya Atsumu?"
"In the flesh," he says with a grin and a hooded gaze.
You look around for an explanation you don't find. "...Can I help you?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Nope. Just wanted ta say hi. Introduce myself, though that hardly seems necessary since ya already know who I am."
You stare back at him in disgust as he runs a hand through his blonde hair; you think you hear a stifled laugh but can't see anyone laughing. Everyone in this area of the library is unfalteringly focused on their work.
When you don't say anything and just stare at him with something akin to disgust he drops his voice in what you assume is an attempt to be seductive. "And...you are?"
"Uninterested." Your attention returns to the textbook in front of you but he doesn't leave. Doesn't move. He just says your name.
That gets you to look at him again.
"So it is you..." he smiles wryly and your intuition swells ominously. "I thought I recognized ya...We used ta live near each other."
"I'm aware," you reply unamused.
He puts a hand on his chest in mock horror. "An' here I thought ya'd be happy ta find out an old friend goes ta college with ya."
"Oh Atsumu..." you smile venomously with narrowed eyes, "there's only one Miya I'd be happy to go to college with and it's not you." You gesture at him dismissively. "So if you don't mind..." but your words trail off as he chuckles lowly.
Victoriously.
Irritation curdles your guts. Atsumu was a menace throughout your childhood; you used to say his twin was the only good thing about him but you're not sure how either of them matured and you're not sure you want to find out.
You're about to tell him off as he turns his head and, with surprising consideration for the people working, softly calls out "ya hear that?"
You feel your soul leave your body as Atsumu's almost-carbon-copy appears at the end of the nearest aisle and rests an arm on the shelves, flexing an unfortunately-muscular bicep.
The wry smile that looked haughty on Atsumu lifts Osamu's lips in a humble way that makes you feel like you're going to need resuscitation.
"Hi there."
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verdanthoney · 6 months
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microdosing on the pleasure of receiving ao3 comments by commenting on fics and hoping the author replies
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graveyardgremlins · 1 month
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WIP:
“You have a bat themed computer?! This is somehow worse than my dad naming everything after our family.” “Wait, does he actually do that?” “Yeah, dude. We have the Fenton Bazooka, the Fenton Boo-merang, the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, the Fenton Phones, Fenton Rocket, Fenton Skateboard…” “Wait, wait. You own an assault vehicle? A rocket?” “What? You're saying it as if you don't.” “Yeah, but my… He is Batman. Not exactly the poster boy for sanity, you know?” “Well, look at the bright side! You don't have to feel awkward about it anymore. If anyone gets it, it's me.” Jason smiled, a bit dizzy, and guided him. Jason had never brought anyone to the cave before. It felt oddly heavy in his chest. He had to resist the urge to keep turning around to check on Danny. He felt a bit like Orpheus in a way.
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ballwizard · 3 months
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can i be real with you guys i fucking hate the "HOW HIGH WERE U WRITING THIS XD CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR!!! LOL WHAT!! UR A CRAZY PSYCHO FOR WRITING YHIS" schtick that I've been seeing around recently . it's like. Not funny at best and really rude and annoying at worst
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seawaveleo · 10 months
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complimentary trash for the cleaning lady!
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l3viat8an · 8 months
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idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰
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I got like 9 asks about angry /  rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?
CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao
You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..
Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.
Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-
Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….
His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry
Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?
You both knew you’ll always end up like this-
Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.
You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-
Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-
His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~
Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.
Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.
Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….
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bruisedboys · 9 months
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miguel o’hara x fem!spidergirl!reader
I’m on my period so this is really just self indulgent but all I can think about is miguel being worried abt you when you’re on your period!!!!
first of all, you don’t show up for a briefing in his office, which is weird because you always show up, even if it’s just to see him. miguel shrugs it off, maybe you’re busy, maybe you’re with your friends, maybe you’ve decided you hate him. it’s only when it’s lunch time and he braves the cafeteria but can’t see you anywhere that he really starts to get worried. you unfortunately love the cafeteria food. miguel hates it but sits with you while you eat, anyway.
he decides he should probably call you, or ask lyla for your whereabouts. he goes with the latter because you never answer your phone. lyla reports that by the location of your multiverse watch, you’re in miguel’s quarters, which are really his and yours by now.
when miguel enters the room he finds you on his bed, half dead or maybe worse.
“cariño.” miguel drops to his knees at your side, all attempts to hide how much he cares for you forgotten. “I’ve been looking for you all day. what’s the matter? are you sick?”
you mumble something into the pillows that sounds vaguely like “m’cramping.” miguel clocks the painkillers on the bedside table, your hands clutching your stomach, remembers how you’d burst into tears over lunch two days ago for no apparent reason, and says, “oh.”
work goes on hold for the rest of the day. miguel spends it coaxing you out of bed, into the hot shower where he shuts his eyes while you get in, not because he hasn’t seen it before but because he knows you probably want privacy right now. then he gets you back into bed with comfy clothes and a glass of water. you’re grumpy and unwilling the whole time but miguel tries to make it better by giving you an abundance of kisses between each task. he supposes this is how it feels for you to take care of him normally, except he doesn’t get a period, he’s just grumpy by default. his fondness for you multiples tenfold.
once you’re back in bed it’s your turn to beg, though it doesn’t take much for him to climb in next to you, let you rest your head on his shoulder and guide his big hands to your aching stomach. he gets at least twenty incoming calls on his watch from multiple spider-people wondering where he is. he switches it off after the twentieth and decides he’ll deal with it all tomorrow. besides, you’ve fallen asleep on him, your face squished into his shoulder and your hands resting on top of his, and he really wouldn’t like to know what would happen if he woke you up.
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