#need a fanfic

[jay-wasstuff]

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Bonus: the old man (+insp)

[just-french-me-up]

the urge to write is like a cat meowing for dear life for someone to open the goddamn door, who then shows utter disinterest in said open door

[sirtouchstarved]

nonononononnononononononon- PLEASE NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASPELPSALSLEPLAPSLEPALPPLEASPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

PLEASE NO NOT NOW NOT LIKE THIS, BELOVED PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

[empresskylo]

price getting hurt on a mission and you have to help bandage him up as he tries not to lose consciousness. he gets so loopy from the blood loss he starts to expose his inner thoughts, calling you pretty and how often he thinks about you. “mmm y’smell s’good, love,” he mumbles aimlessly, slurring his words slightly. his fingers running through your hair as you work on his bullet wound, his voice barely a whisper “fuckin’ torturing me.” and you’re not sure if he means because you're hurting him physically or something else entirely.

[lady-of-the-spirit]

It's fanfiction it doesn't have to be perfect it doesn't have to be accurate this is a hobby you're doing this for fun it's okay if it isn't perfect and polished you're doing it for fun [talking to myself in the mirror]

[monster-mash-m]

What if dilf orc has a young child, the bearer of his child unfortunately passed away. Then he sees you. A plump soft human, a bit softer than the usual orc parent, but in his eyes your tenderness would be perfect for his youngling.

He begins to court you immediately. Always brushing past you to subtly scent you, bringing his sweet baby with him to try and sway your choices. Of course the little orc toddler immediately makes your heart melt, the way they waddle over to you curiously, the orc child despite being extremely young was already up to your waist.

If you give into his courting? Be prepared for princess treatment. Being carried everywhere by him as the new parent of his child. Of course you’d naturally gain a lot of muscle from being with him, due to an orcs typical rugged lifestyle and the fact that your new adopted orc toddler likes to be carried and coddled! How could you say no to such a chubby cute face? You’ll be carrying them a lot, and orc babies are HEAVY so yeah, prepare to get swoll.

But to compensate I can definitely see your orc dilf spouse making sure you get more than enough food, after all you’re burning way too many calories carrying his youngling around, and plus he needs to keep you squishy for optimal cuddles.

DILF orc always brings you home gifts from fights or battles, mainly skulls of his enemies (how charming 🥰) or maybe a whole deer, already cut up and prepared for you to cook, he’s very doting.

[jellyfishhutcherson]

#NEEDTHAT

[paperclipninja]

I swear trying to write smut feels like:

His hands were hands and then the fingers were in the hand and the hand was with the fingers and the fingers had the hand in the other hand then the fingers dragged to the hand with the fingers and it was hot

[actualaster]

Everybody always talks about "oops the fic was longer than it was meant to be"

But shoutout to my fellow "can't/can rarely write a multichap/anything longer than 5k or so max, often way less" writers who just can't seen to stop their fic from being shorter than intended.

Anyway longform and shortform writing are different skillsets and while fandom often only cares about, appreciates, and praises the former, I always love you, fellow shorter fic writers. A drabble is a challenge, and not every story needs to be 30k+. Shorter fics are amazing.

[bobateababe]

Sukuna purposely lets you win in board games. He pretends to be all ancient and dumb about the modern world, but in reality he's smarter than he appears.

He loves seeing the prideful look on your face when you insert a chip into the slot of connect 4. The way you pump your fist in the air and get cocky whenever he loses has his dick standing straight up. He just loves seeing his baby win.

"Ha!" you shout. "I win again! see that? 4-0. See Suku?" You stop and look at Sukuna, expecting to see an expression of disappointment on his face. Instead, he sits there cross legged on the floor, with his chin resting in his hand as he love sickly smirks at you, looking deep in your eyes and admiring the way your features tighten and become fiery the heat of your little victory.

"I suppose you did win my goddess"

[somethingsketchy3]

right, so im combing through the series to get references for my animatic only to make a discovery that’s making me go insane.

It’s the pattern of Anthony’s vests.

These are from season 2:

AND THIS, is from season 3:

we all know about them matching colors, BUT HIM ADOPTING INDIAN PATTERNS???

he is not longer “Viscount Anthony Bridgerton”

he wants everybody to know, without a shadow of doubt, that he is now, in fact, “Anthony, Husband to Viscountess Kathani Bridgerton”

that is the only title he cares about at this point and i 100% support him on that.

[zhukzucraft]

nuclear family as described by Iskall

[3amfanfiction]

You call husband!price from the nail salon. Your toes were already done and you had just moved over to the tables to start on your nails.

I’m starving, can you bring me something to eat? You ask in a pretty voice, pouring on the sweetness as if he could ever say no to you.

Within 10 minutes he’s walking into the salon, food and drink in hand. You smile as he looks around the open room, searching for you with a stern look on his face. His mouth is a harsh line under his mustache and his eyebrows are furrowed into a slight frown of concentration.

That look breaks into a warm smile as he locks eyes with you across the room. His face softens as he gazes at you, your hands outstretched while your nails were being worked on. He takes steady steps towards you, moving through the bustle of customers and technicians with confidence.

Love. John greets with a kiss, bending down to press his lips to yours.

He sits in the open chair beside you before pulling items out of the bag he brought with him

Within moments you were happily munching away, pausing every so often as John brings your drink up to your face, holding the straw steady for you before dipping another chicken nugget in sauce and bringing it to your mouth. His palm cupped underneath to stop any splatters from dripping while you sit there looking pretty for him, getting your nails done 💅

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[simply-ewok]

simon riley loves taking pov videos of you in the dirty moments you share.

he loves holding the camera while you’re on your knees ass up in front of him so that he has the perfect view of your puffy wet pussy, his hard cock throbbing in the frame while his callused fingers grip the meat of your ass. he spanks it leaving a pretty red handprint on your skin, leaving you whimpering “please, i need it simon…”

him groaning as he pans the camera closer to your holes. you hear him let out a gruff “fuck, love…” his thick digits taking the slick from your entrance to rub against your tight little ass, sending shivers down your spine with more pleading moans escaping your lips.

he loves keeping the flashlight on while he records. letting his pink tip glisten in the light, just before he pushes it against your pussy, camera picking up how he twitches as it slides inside you. your walls grip every vein causing you to squelch around him once your ass hits the base of his dick. it’s followed quickly by his throaty groans. his fingers spread your cheeks apart for a better view for the camera. “tha’s it, take it all f’me love…”

it turns you on to perform for him. you give him more of a show as your dripping cunt slides up and down his shaft, moaning all the pretty little things he wants to hear. “jus’ like that baby… god, you’re so big…” his fingers dig into your hips, the frame of focus occasionally drifting upward to better see all of you as you bounce on him.

you spend hours in bed together just to build his personal collection, just so that when he’s gone on mission, he’ll always have every view of you he needs to tug his cock to.

[briefkittenearthquake]

I like my men smart

[brw]

My least favourite type of internet person is the person who claims fanfic is over thousands of years old or whatever. I understand we like to joke but fanfiction is fundamentally tied to fandom culture and is a very specific way of engaging with media. Religious texts based off other religious texts is not fanfiction and it is worrying the only way you can justify your interest is by comparing the two. I promise you you don't have to reinvent the wheel to write fanfic you can just do that but we don't have to say "Shakespeare wrote fanfiction about Richard III", there was not a Richard III fandom in 1592, that was called the divine right of kings.