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Modern AU Linzin getting hot and heavy in his office.
Long and overdue spontaneous smut for you. Not really edited and it's imperfect.
Oh well lol
Bonus: Linzin Teacher AU
"I fucking hate you so much."
That's the last thing Lin remembers before the lock turned and her body slammed against the wall. Pure muscles and raw strength pinned her down, a smoky taste on his tongue swirling on hers. Her breasts expanded tightly against his chest. Hands slid underneath her skirt and hooked along the edge of her silk panties, and roughly forced them halfway down her knees. Out of instinct, Lin spread her legs further and gasped into his mouth when several fingers slid and stretched the soaking depths within her.
Warmth danced and curled as liquid desire coated his fingers and dripped slowly down her inner thighs. Lin hardened her resolve. There's no fucking way she would let him have all this power over her.
Not Tenzin Wang.
As he kept himself busy attempting to find her g-spot (while she tried to pretend he wasn't stroking it in that moment), Lin tugged at his belt and forced his pants to loosen under her command. His own pants slid down to his ankle and her hand dove beneath the cotton fabric, gripping the thick length of his cock. Tenzin's teeth bit down on her lip, a low groan and soft hiss clashing between warm breaths.
"Asshole," Lin muttered, firmly stroking the entire length of him from head to base. When her fingers crawled back to the tip, Lin rubbed circles along the edge of the head with her thumb and Tenzin thrusted into her touch.
"Bitch."
Lin growled and pushed him off of her, forcing him to fall back clumsily on the couch. He should be thankful that a comfortable couch was there to catch him, rather than the hard desk hurting his spine while she had her way with him.
Unzipping the back of the skirt, it pooled on the floor in one puddle besides her panties. Her thighs settled on both sides of his hips, locking him down before he could escape with his dick out in the middle of her office. Lin pushed his chest, fingers splayed out until Tenzin's complete weight was pressed into the couch.
Tightening a hand around his cock, a small whimper escaped his lips and a smug smile grew on her face.
"You need to use words to tell me what you want," she whispered in his ear, guiding the tip of his cock right in between slick folds. Tenzin squirmed and attempted to lift his hips upward to meet the heavenly heat. Lin granted an inch to enter her, eyelashes fluttering close at the familiar beginning of a filling sensation.
Tenzin moaned.
And she raised herself off of him.
"Use words, Wang." Her juices smeared along the base of him, the underside of his cock aligned perfectly between wet folds. Soft moans trickled from swollen lips with every subtle shift and grinding movement. She felt him harden even more, his skin reddening slightly with more heat. "I thought you were a smooth talker."
His fingers dug into her hips, nails scratching her sensitive skin. Tenzin locked her in place and palms caressed over her hips, and squeezed her ass. Lin bit her lip, a moan cascading out.
Smack!
"Show me how well you can ride me, Beifong."
"No protection?"
"I can pull out."
A smirk. "We'll see about that."
Hands massaged the supple flesh of her ass, refusing to let go. "You're the one who can't handle me."
"I won't make it easy for you."
"You could end up pregnant."
"Ha! Don't make me laugh, Wang." She leaned closer. "You wouldn't be able to get me pregnant."
Smack!
"Hurry up and ride me then. Show me what you can do, Beifong."
Fingers tightened around his cock and Tenzin's toes curled. "Don't tell me what to do."
Why is she challenging him? They should be using protection. He should have a rubber on. Why isn't she getting the fuck off him and demanding he retrieve on? But most importantly, why isn't she moving?
"You're not even—"
Tenzin's head tilted back, words dying in his throat and fingers flexing into Lin's hips.
Whimpers and high gasps stuttered out of Lin's lips as she slowly lowered herself on him. Lin rotated her hips in a small circle to help her body accept him more easily. Her hand gripped his shoulder, only relaxing when every inch of him disappeared.
Both stilled for a moment, allowing their bodies to process the union. Tenzin subtly raised his hips upwards into Lin. Her eyes clenched shut at the sensation of him tickling deep within her.
"Fuck, Wang," Lin moaned, peering down to see her success.
His hands slid underneath her blouse, trailing up her spine and pulling her lightly toward him. A trail of pleasurable shivers followed his fingers, igniting Lin's skin. Tenzin returned back to her waist.
"Ride me, baby," he breathed against her neck, tracing his tongue on her skin. Hints of perfume pricked his palette and he moved to another spot—below her collarbone.
Lin leaned further against him, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage. Her knees guided the movements. Her body bounced lightly up and down. Both attempted to keep their moans leashed to their small bubble to avoid any unwanted interruptions. Lin buried her moans near Tenzin's ears, and she swore she felt him grow more inside of her.
Tenzin's knees began to dance to the rhythm and tempo that Lin created. Somehow, that pulled Lin out of the trance she fell into. She was the one who was supposed to have the upper hand against him. Yet, he was the one taking charge because she could feel himself restraining himself from using full force to pound into her.
Her jaw clenched as another moan spilled out from her.
Oh, that won't do.
She would not let Tenzin Wang win at all costs.
She squeezed her inner muscles.
"Oh, fuck! Lin, what are you—?!" Tenzin stiffened immediately, body almost lurching forward out of instinct. His dominance melted in that moment as Lin's inner walls pulsed and squeezed evenly. Deep and guttural groans dissolved into weak whimpers and soft cries.
Lin shifted, all of her weight resting on her feet instead. She was still adjusting to his size, but the submissive moans dancing in her ears stroked her ego and desire for power. The vibrations of their coupling reverbrated into the pit of her stomach and below her heart. He was hitting deeper and stronger in this new angle, and also crumbling to the divine pleasure only she would allow.
"Oh, baby, please..." Tenzin whimpered, biting his lip. His head leaned back, eyes closed. Lin spotted his pulse and kissed it, tracing small circles with her tongue over the sensitive spot. More waves of moans and unrestrained whimpers flowed in tandem with her desire. "I'm about to cum..."
"You're about to cum?" She kissed his jaw and licked his ear.
Tenzin whimpered and nodded. "Mhm."
Her tempo slowed and a frustrated growl released.
"What are you doing?" Tenzin hissed, raising his hips to pound without abandon into her. But gasped when her inner walls clenched his dick intently. "Fuuuck, baby. Please..."
"I like when you beg," Lin chuckled darkly. "Keep doing it and I might let you cum."
"Lin, please."
She bounced on him harder, faster, and incomprehensible words bled out of Tenzin's mouth. Loud clapping of their bodies echoed into the room, bouncing off othe walls.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," his voice cracked.
"Are you gonna cum?"
"Uh-huh."
"Where?"
"I-I don't know. Baby, I just need you to let me cum."
"I won't let you make a mess in my office."
Tenzin's fingernails dug into her flesh. "Okay," he whispered, panting loudly and unevenly. Lin didn't stop nor slow down her speed and intensity. "Fuuuuck, baby," came the deep, guttural and raw groan the moment she squeezed Tenzin's cock within her.
"Mmmm."
His cock twitched and she slowed her tempo, stopping not longer after. Tenzin buried his face into her shoulder and Lin scratched his nails at the nape of his neck.
"Don't get too comfortable," Lin murmured. "You need to make me cum now."
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚🦋˚ ༘♡ ⋆。
guys tmi i'm ovulating i'm so sorry i gotta share my thoughts nsfw 18+ minors shoo, fem reader, thigh riding, regular riding, creampie (whoops), wrap it before you tap it guys pls, a little nipple play. steve is so handsy and so mouthy i'm sorry. fem nicknames like honey, pretty girl, good girl, baby ect. flustered fem reader (is that a warning? idk but i'll include it anyways), really just pure freaking filth tbh and it's probably a little inaccurate i am not a smut writer at all but i had to share okay enjoy pls
thinking about riding steve....it started as an innocent afternoon on the couch together. a rare day off of work for steve. there's a movie playing on the tv but you've since long forgotten about it, too focused on steve's hand that rests on your thigh. and then his hand had inched higher. and then before you knew it he had you in his lap, straddling one of his thighs as you ground against it. your head resting on his chest as you moved, his hands on your hips helping to guide you as he pressed soft kisses to your jaw. eventually the tent in his jeans is too much to ignore, and your undoing his button and pawing off his pants before he can even register it. he's slide his hands around to grab the front of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it on the other end of the couch. his hands softly trace up the curve of your tummy until he's cupping a boob in each hand, kneading them. your head tilts back in a moan, steve taking advantage to lean forward and kiss your throat, his lips moving down your chest.
his hand cups your left breast while he kisses the right one, his lips closing around your nipple as he takes it between his teeth, gently biting on the hardened bud. a gasp leaves you, causing steve to smirk as he pulls off and does the same to the other side. his hands eventually fall to your hips, glancing down at the space between your laps. "gonna ride me, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice a low hum as he speaks to you. you nod your head at him, reaching down between your bodies to grab his hard, leaking cock. he shakes his head at you. "words, honey."
"yes, stevie. wanna ride you, please?" you beg softly, your hand still wrapped around his cock. he smirks at you again, the tease that he is, and gives you a nod of approval. "there's my good girl. go ahead, honey. make yourself feel good" he tells you, his eyes lidded as he licks his lips and leans his head back against the couch, eyes staring down at you carefully. he watches as you hover above him, lining yourself up before you oh so slowly slide down on his cock. you both let out small breaths of relief, giggling at each other as steve leans forward to press a kiss to your lips. he hums contentedly as he rests his hands on your hips, his grip gentle for now.
you start slow, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing you closer to him. you press some light kisses to his jaw and neck, pulling more low moans out of him. eventually you move start to move faster, lifting yourself up and down. your walls feel delicious around his cock, warm and tight, gripping him the way you both enjoy. small pants escape youu as you work yourself up more and more. the wet sound of his cock slipping in and out of you filling the room. steve buries his face in your neck, small moans leaving him as you bounce on his cock. he pulls back slightly to look at you, captivated by your tits bouncing as you move.
steve leans forward again to bury his face in your neck, a low guttural groan leaving him as you work yourself closer and closer towards orgasm. he grips the fat of your hips roughly. "slow baby, slow...y'gonna kill me" he slurs against your neck. you whine at his words but do as he says, slowing your movements down to a soft roll of your hips again. "i was s'close" you pout, pulling yourself back until you can see his face again. he's got a lopsided smile on his face as he looks you up and down. "i know honey, i know" he sooths, his thumbs rubbing your hip. he leans forward again to press kisses to your chest, biting and kissing the skin until it turns that light purple color he loves to see. you moan out a whisper of his name, his cock twitching inside of you as he roughly kneads your hips. "don't wanna cum just yet" he mumbles against your chest, continuing to kiss across your chest, around your boobs, up to your shoulder, down your arm. you sigh and moan as he goes, it's music to steve's ears really. he loves pulling all those pretty little sounds out of you, making you feel good. he kisses his way back to the juncture of your neck, breathing in deeply before he starts rutting his hips upwards, a gasp turned moan falling from your lips. you grip his shoulders tightly, as he quickly picks up the pace, rutting up into you rough and fast. "steve....oh my god" you whine into his ear, he grips your hips hard. he lifts you up and down in time with his thrusts, making sure his cock is buried inside you deep before pulling out and slamming back in. his tip hits your cervix he's so deep.
"come on, honey. cum for me, yeah?" he begs right in your ear, his teeth gently nipping the lobe as he thrusts. "feel so good baby, christ" he whines, his pace frantic as he gets close himself, but he wants you to cum first. you pant and whine against his chest, feeling the coil in your lower stomach tightening. what throws you over the edge is one of steve's hands sliding down towards your cunt, the rough pads of his fingers finding your clit. your so sensitive and on the edge that it only takes another second after that for you to cum. steve slows as you cum, you can feel his smile against your neck as he helps you ride out your high. you involuntarily squeeze around him as you come down, the feeling surprising steve. he cums inside of you with a gasp of your name, his entire body going rigid as he softly ruts up into you to ride out his own high now. he presses kisses on your chest, kissing up your neck until he gets to your face. he presses three quick kisses to your lips, a fourth lingering kiss follows. he smiles against your lips and runs his hands up your sides, his touch featherlight and a complete contrast from the rough grip he had on your hips. "my beautiful girl, did so good for me" he praises quietly.
the rest of the night consists of actual cuddling and movie watching, snuggled up together on the couch under the same blanket, soft touches and shy smiles shared between the two of you until it's time to get ready for bed. of course, not without a second, proper round where steve can do all the work, letting his girl simply lay there and feel good.
#when i tell you i feel plagued by steve thoughts right now#i mean plagued dude#sorry if this is actually ass i'm freewriting all my thoughts down#completely unhinged 100% my thoughts#steve harrington x curvy reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x fem reader#steve harrington x plussizereader#steve harrington x plus size reader#how tf do people end fics like what#this kinda went further than i meant for it too cause i just didnt know how to end it LOL#kay writes
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Hii! I followed you from an old account that for some reason didn't let me make requests, but now I went back to my hawks era and with it came my obsession with his fics.
Aniwaaays, me and reverse comfort are one, so I was wondering if you could show how reader (s/o) comforts Hawks after suddenly reuniting with his father or just see a photo of him. like, idk brings back a lot of bad memories for him and I would like to see some of it if it's not too much trouble <3
I love You btw, and sorry if i bother u with this
content: mentions/implications of child abuse/trauma, reverse comfort, keigo has c-ptsd, him and reader are both trying their best
a/n: hiya anon! it’s no problem at all, i will always enjoy answering asks and writing for my darling kei<3 and thank you sm, that really makes me smile to know that people genuinely enjoy my work! ^^
Keigo saw so much flash before him every time he blinked.
He remembered the way his teeth would grit when he squawked, spat; the way his hands looked before they came down crashing, a tsunami of scarred skin that would scar him just the same.
Be it physically, or mentally.
Keigo found himself paralysed by the picture, printed in black and white. It might as well have been blood soaked into the newspaper, crumbling in the hero’s faltering grip.
For a moment, the avian wasn’t sat at the table with a breakfast, made with love, laid out like a declaration. But for a second, he was a beaten fledgling who’d been plucked of his autonomy.
Keigo blinked. He was holding a newspaper, he was not there.
The poor baby bird on the floor had dared to get up, the one wing that still flapped crushed under the boot of his father.
He was eating breakfast, the sun was on his skin.
Keigo was not there, physically.
You were surfing some butter around a pan, ready to make some scrambled eggs for you and your boyfriend. Letting the butter melt for a moment, you smiled.
Turning around, you beamed, “I’m using butter for the eggs this time, not oil, just like Fuyumi told me!”
Mentally, Keigo was there.
Noticing the way your partner looked as though he had been turned to stone, your heart grew cold. You switched off the gas hob, almost gliding through the kitchen to the dining table where Keigo sat, paralysed.
“Baby?” You whispered, your words falling on death ears.
The newspaper shook in the avian’s hand, your eyes flicking to the front page. There he was, Keigo’s father; Takami The Thief.
When he was drowning under the surface of his anxiety, you knew better than to startle him. You pulled out a chair and sat beside him. Your hand gently covered his like unexpected snow. You felt how cold his skin was, be it from the morning breeze or the fear laced in his blood.
“You’re home, birdie,” you said, clearly. “He’s not here, he never will be.”
Your words were firm, and for a moment you swore you felt Keigo’s fingers twitch under the blanket of your hand.
“I- I feel like, like I can’t breathe,” was all Keigo could say.
You inched closer to Keigo, wrapping your arms around him. Careful not to touch his plumage, as to not trigger him further, you squeezed him in your embrace.
“Smell the flowers, spread the pollen,” you gently instructed, “just like the therapist taught you, yeah?”
Keigo inhaled sharply through his nose, a shaky breath leaving his open mouth soon after.
The two of you repeated these steps together, completely forgetting about your cold breakfast waiting for you on the stove.
“I promise you, Keigo,” you lifted up his bangs, kissing his forehead. “I’m not gonna let him get to you.”
#<3#this was a very fun freewrite#thank you for the ask!!#keigo takami#boku no hero academia#mha hawks#my hero academia hawks#takami keigo#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#hawks x y/n#mha comfort#bnha comfort#bnha angst#mha angst#hawks headcanons#hawks imagines#hawks my hero academia#hawks mha#keigo takami imagine#keigo takami fluff#keigo takami headcanons#bnha hawks#hawks#hawks smut#keigo tamaki#keigo x reader#keigo headcanons#mha takami keigo#keigo takami smut
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hi fellow yunho liker! this isn’t really a confession but i wanna start writing fanfiction on here and idk where to start :[ could you help me out maybe?
if you can’t, then don’t worry! lots of love btw, your stoner yunho fic had me clawing at the walls 🩵
Currently I am not actively writing but I've written tons of fics and smuts so maybe i can help with my own experience🥹
I feel like the best way to start writing is to open a sheet and literally start writing whatever comes to your mind in however ways. Don't try to make it make sense while you're starting out. In my experience, it helps you to solidify the scattered ideas, scenes, dialogues, senses or literally anything. So you're basically doing stream of consciousness and freewriting. Actually you can keep doing this even when you get better at writing because, in my opinion, constantly trying to construct a writing plan gets in the way of your creative abilities and states. After you're done, reread what youve written. You will see that even if it doesn't make any sense, there is still a plot and an idea. Now that you see what you wanted to really narrate more objectively, the plan and the structure becomes more clear to you. So now you can easily start planning what your plot will be, who your characters will be and how their personalities will be etc etc. And read as much as you can so that you become more familiar with different writing styles.
Overtime, trust me you will feel more confident in your writing. Don't expect to write like a classic novelist in your first tries. If you do, you will only be disappointed in yourself and lose your interest in writing.
I'm not sure if this was what you wanted but I hope I was able to help 🥹🫶🏻 I'd love to read your work so please just start writing, don't 'think'. I hope you will enjoy my future work too luv u take care 👩🏻❤️💋👩🏻
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freewriting smut and its turning angsty HELP
#just tryna get the creative juices flowing by writing a simple lil l*vemaking oneshot#but here we go#guess somebody's gotta cry huh#ironically hate 2 see ur heart break just started playing
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So, I’ve been working on a new OC and she’s the most developed OC I’ve worked on in years, but I don’t know what I’m gonna do with her yet.
I also happen to be hyperfixated on Metal Lords right now and I’ve been thinking about just putting her in a Metal Lords fic cuz I’ve already got a brief idea for that but I don’t know. The fandom’s kinda small and like, this wouldn’t be smut or even romance, I don’t think. I’d probably just drop her into the world and then just freewrite, basically. But I don’t feel like anyone would read it. A fic for a small-ish fandom that has an OC but no, like, active romance or anything? I feel like no one would care enough to read it.
And like, this would be the first time I’ve written anything in years so it’d really mess with me if I wrote something like that and didn’t get any sort of response or feedback at all so even if I do write it, I’m probably not gonna post it cuz I would literally rather get the worst of the worst of internet hate than work on something, working through the anxiety of posting it, then have it flop. It’s the anxiety thing that’s stopping me, tbh. Like, I have a lot of anxiety about posting online in general and it really sucks when I actually beat that anxiety and make a post only for no one to respond or interact with it in anyway? Like, if I wanted to scream into the void, I’d just write in my journal and skip the anxiety part all together. It’s part of the reason I just lurk and reblog and don’t make original posts. Like, I’d rather just skip the entire anxiety thing all together.
#personal#vent#rant#you can ignore this if you want#I know that kinda contradicts some things said in this post but like#I don't want anyone to feel obligated to interact with it because that's even worse!
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Freewriting Session 59
[forgot to note the time]
For a while I was so goddamn confident, so… full. So content. I know, in reality I wasn’t, in reality I was insecure and empty like a freaking bubble, probably more than I have ever been, or close to. I was reliant, no, dependent on a man’s affirmation and of his trust and affection. For a while I could count on it. For a while, he did all that was in his power to meet this need that I had built up and he did that job well.
I did everything that was in my power to be the best I could be for him; to be his Goddess. His Queen.
And what a Queen I was, for a few months. It was a short lived reign.
Such a shame.
I sigh.
I can’t… I can’t enjoy playing with myself any longer without thinking of him. I can’t enjoy my toys. I barely enjoy dressing up, making myself look pretty, because… if it’s just for me, then what’s the use? What’s the purpose?
The greatest joys in life are supposed to be shared, right? How much joy is there to just… keep something for yourself, however… beautiful and sacred?
There’s no fun in just letting anyone, any old guy, use me and admire me… the fun in that was the knowledge that he’ll never truly have me, not like He has. Well, had. I’m not sure if I belong to anyone now, or if I’m left all alone.
It surely feels like I’ve been left alone, in the cold and dark. So what’s a girl to do?
Crawl into some… fantasy? It was a fantasy with him, some may say, since I never had him physically… I never truly had him… He seemed to be in my grasp, he seemed… he seemed to want me to truly be in his, too. I promise you, I gave him every piece of me that I could, without ever having his actual eyes or hands on me.
He saw… he saw sides of me, uniquely for his eyes only. Sides of me I’ve barely seen myself, literally.
It was all for him.
I recognize now how harmful that may have been, maybe still is.
It’s the undeniable power he has over me.
But the thing is: I want him to have it. I want to still feel that he has it. I want to be his. I want to be HIS. And I want him to want me to be his. I want him to… I want him to crave me, as much I crave to be his. Own me. Claim me. For however ill-fit we may be, I don’t believe other pieces out there fit any better. You and me, baby. You and me.
We are meant to be each other’s detriment in this chaotic world. Save me.
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I do freewriting sessions in 10-minute bursts. Once the 10 minutes are done, I will either go back and edit, or continue on another route depending on my flow of inspiration. If I happen to find it shareable, well, I will. Like this one. That said, I won’t be sharing every one.
I hope you enjoy reading these scattered thoughts of a young woman.
If you want to read more, here’s my Masterlist
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#getting some real august walker vibes on this one#or maybe the darkling#sciapod scribes#sciapod muses#august walker angst#darkling angst#traces of smut can be found#freewriting session 59#freewriting
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The green glassed boar
The wild boar that lives and was born inside a vastu shastra home fountain. My friends come to see him at my house and think it is not real, they think it is made of glass and they never really believe that it is always there breathing under water. The water is already completely green and full of moss, but the boar pig is always there living motionless, without any special apparent purpose. One winter evening my friend Bruno decided to approach the green boar pig in the moss up closer than it should, I warned him to back off.As no one expected, the boar swallowed Bruno, and soon after vomited a wild cheetah that was confused and running wildely around without even knowing where it came from, I instantly ran away from the wild animal and hid myself behind the yards gate. That afternoon we all discovered that the wild boar transformed people into another being after swallowing them, that was its purpose. Friend Bruno was now a wild cheetah with no destination.
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O javali que vive e nasceu dentro de uma fonte de água no quintal, os meus amigos vêm vê-lo cá a casa e fazem-se convencer de que não é verdadeiro, pensam que é de vidro e nunca se acreditaram que está ali sempre a respirar debaixo de água. A água já estaria completamente verde e cheia de musgo, ainda assim o porco javali está sempre imóvel a viver despreocupado. Uma tarde de inverno o amigo Bruno decidiu aproximar-se ainda mais e ver de perto o porco javali verde do musgo, eu alertei para se afastar. Tal como não seria esperado, o javali engoliu o Bruno, e logo depois vomitou uma chita selvagem que estava confusa e não sabia de onde vinha, desatei a fugir do animal selvagem e escondi-me atrás do portão da horta. Nessa tarde descobriu-se que o javali transformava as pessoas noutro ser qualquer depois de as engolir, era esse o seu propósito. O amigo Bruno era agora uma chita selvagem sem destino.
#freewritting#free write#free writing#write#writers on tumblr#text#animals#dreams#dream smut#dream journal
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Work from Home
Rating: M
(AU recently married Linzin)
Tenzin is being too serious about this budget. Lin gives him a distraction.
"What are you doing?"
"Work," he answered without peering up, scanning over the columns detailing next fiscal year's budget. If he didn't ensure these numbers were accurate, then it would just create more work for everyone. A headache began to sway in his temple after reviewing the numbers for the hundredth time.
"Hmmm..."
The door clicked and locked in place, slow footsteps approaching. Finally, Tenzin broke his attention from the stack of papers, jaw dropping and eyes widening. The sunlight peeked into his home office and traced along Lin's porcelain body, clad with only her bindings and the shortest skirt he'd ever seen on those perfect hips. Suddenly, he had a craving to trace his tongue from her calves up slender thighs. If she bent over an inch, he'd catch a glimpse of silk panties surely.
Lin took his silence and stunned silence to settle into his lap, swaying her hips against his groin. She stole the budget, skimming over the numbers with boredom and tossed it aside. Another sheet of paper carelessly discarded to the edge of his desk.
"Lin, I'll be done in twenty minutes." His hands grazed over her hips, digging gently into her flesh. He planted a kiss along her shoulder, fingers curiously danced beneath the hem of her skirt and rubbing small circles along her inner thigh. Without warning, Lin leaned forward against the desk, lifting her skirt up slightly. Tenzin's breath hitched in his throat as he noticed the lack of underwear.
"Well, don't let me get in the way," she purred, pushing back until her ass brushed against his hardening erection. Tenzin felt it twitch slightly within his pants, already seeking to be surrounded in the heat of her body. "I just came to check on you."
"Did you?" His teeth gently dug into her shoulder as he pulled her hips closer to him. He pressed into her and bit back a groan when Lin grinded back. Fingers slid beneath the skirt, trailing up smooth skin and meeting slick folds. A low moan slipped from Lin as two fingers slid inside slowly. "Can't you just wait another twenty minutes?"
Lin mewled, biting her lips. "You should be asking yourself that, Councilman."
"I can wait," he growled, tracing his teeth against her skin and gently rubbing against her clit. A sly grin curled on his face at the high squeak.
She grinded against him with more ardor, her own smile growing at the low growls echoing in her ears. "You don't even have to undress all the way. Just move your pants and I'll sit on you."
He wasn't sure what it was, but the moment she vocalizing her intent to accept all of him wholly in this very moment, emptied his mind. She was about to sit on him? That sounded really hot, especially when she says it and the way she says it. She's so sexy and this is his wife. And she was about to sit on his dick and ride him.
"That's what I thought," he heard her say in the midst of his own thoughts and felt deft hands sliding his pants off until his full erection was exposed.
Lin sat back so that his length was settled in between her legs, hands gripping him tightly. Tenzin hissed as they tightened around the base and slowly stroked all the way to the head, hips instinctively grinding up to meet the pleasure of her hand. He could feel drops of precum dripping and coating slender fingers, then he curved against Lin's back as he felt the familiar warm heat tracing the length of him. "Lin, please," he moaned, gripping her hips harder.
"You finally said the magic word," she moaned, rising up slightly and sitting on top of his dick fully. Synchronized moans of relief and pleasure resonated between the lovers. Lin leaned back as she rose up and down at a slow pace, then quickly picking up. She reached down to rub her clit, but Tenzin swat it away and massaged it with the pressures he knew would send her into pure bliss within minutes. Lin's head fell back into his shoulder, Tenzin's lips grazing the column of her neck.
He wished he could have a view of her face as those sensual and delicious moans echoed off the walls within his home-office. No one would ever have the pleasure of hearing their name on her tongue, except him. As her voice elevated a few octaves, he knew that her eyebrows were scrunched slightly, eyes closed as she grinded to find the right angle for his dick to stroke the right spots within.
Suddenly, she leaned forward again and his view of her ass expanded. A darkness glazed his eyes and his free hand pushed it up, so it wouldn't obstruct his view of her. In this angle, he could feel her tightening around him and he just stood a little, pounding into her faster and harder. Lin gripped his forearm, nails digging into his flesh as his hips slammed against hers.
"Tenzin!"
"Keep saying it," he growled, pushing into her deeper, faster, harder.
"Just like that, Tenzin...fuck...ah! Tenzin!" She began to tighten around him and his fingers rubbed harder against her clit. Lin bowed her head down, whimpers spilling endlessly. "Don't stop...! Ah, Tenzin!"
Although he couldn't see the pleasure flushed across her face, he drowned in the pleasure overwhelming her. As she began to relax from the intensity of her orgasm, Tenzin felt his own peak approaching and he slammed into her harder. "Get ready to take all of me, love."
"Give it to me," she commanded, pressing back into him.
At the sound of her submission, Tenzin pulled her back into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Without slowing down, he buried his face into her neck as he released into her, deep growls sinking into her skin. His grip on her tightened as the orgasm ebbed and flowed through him.
After a few minutes, Lin stood and turned around in his arms, providing him with a proper kiss. "I thought you said you could wait," she whispered, planting another soft kiss against his lips.
Tenzin palmed the back of her thighs, squeezing at her butt. "Well, it was hard to say no to you with this skirt."
She bit his lip and he flinched. "So it's just my skirt that got you distracted, not me. I see then..." Lin pulled away but was pulled flush against his chest.
"I didn't say that." Tenzin kissed her cheek. "You distracted me."
"Maybe I should do it some more."
"I think you should."
"Hmm, well wait for the next time. I won't give it to you so easily, Councilman."
#linzin#lin beifong#tenzin#15 min smut freewrites#this actually became more like a 30 min freewrite bc it turned out longer lol#writing#fanfic
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hi!! i have a question... i saw your reblog about freewriting and i wanted to try it myself cause i have a hard time with writing because of my anxiety but i'm not sure i understood 100%. what do you actually write while you freewrite? is it related to what you're working on at the moment, like do you freewrite a scene (kind of like sprinting in a way) or just random words/thoughts in your head?
hi <3 i understand you 100% because sometimes (most of the time) when i sit down with the intention to write, my brain subconsciously goes "okay, the pressure's ON, everything i write must be useful for the fic" (and then i go "wait, @ brain, what fic? i don't even know what fic i would write, i just want to write" and brain says "it must be useful for the fic" (which btw doesn't help, thanks @ brain but no thanks))
i will start by honestly saying that while I've been doing this for many years, I've never had a word for it. If my memory's right, then I've never heard the term "freewriting" before. I'd either call it stream of consciousness or messaging a friend or word vomit or scribbling
(i'm going to share some photos & screenshots as examples because i personally appreciate examples for things i don't know how to even start doing; i'll include content warnings above the photos wherever applicable. These things were not meant to be seen by other people, obviously, so not all of them are neat, not all of them are in English or spelled correctly, and not all of them make sense, some might not even be Socially Acceptable (i'm very anxious as well, you see, so I ask people to be kind if you do take a look at the examples and decipher what's written), but that's the whole point of these: you let your mind go without worrying about where it's going)
I'm sure every person who does freewriting does it differently but here are several ways i do it (under the cut because it got very long as i pretty much (ayyyy) freewrote it):
test a pen/pencil! you know when you get a new pen and write down the most random thing on a piece of paper to see what the ink looks like and how it feels to write using that pen? for me it's usually a single word or a phrase from a song (my go-tos are hello, wait, Beloved (my MC's name, shhh) and other fictional characters' names or Why you gotta be so mean? from Taylor Swift's song "Mean", don't ask me why because i have no answer)
writing down the lyrics to a song that's currently stuck in your mind and living there rent-free, and if you forget the next line or if something else pops into your head - let it take you over
write on random pieces of paper! the less it reminds you of a notebook/blank page, the better! sometimes that means what's left of printer paper or post-it notes. actually, most of the photos of paper pages in this post are from my poor quality notebooks - the paper is too thin or not smooth or the pages are yellowish, so i don't feel bad """wasting""" the notebook for doodles, random scribbles, etc.
a diary entry? a diary entry, except there doesn't have to be depth to it, no journaling type of reflection on your feelings, on your experiences, on the Daily Journaling Prompt necessary--unless you want to. in my case it's mostly complaining about the pen i decided to use or the quality of the paper but!!! because i let myself write anything and everything on one page, at one point it feels natural to write some random story sentences on the other page
CW: implied past physical abuse
brainstorming! here's where, for me, the "messaging a friend" name came from. i have a very vague idea for what i want to write or a very small detail i want to write about, but nothing else. i set up a timer and write everything down (the screenshot is taken from my very own personal discord server, it's just me and a writing bot. at one point i realised that whenever i was brainstorming or writing cheer up ficlets in my friends' discord DMs, writing went super easy because my brain didn't register it as writing, but as chatting. At first, I formatted a new google doc so it looked exactly like discord's dark theme, but ultimately decided that just creating a new server just for my writing process/practice/etc and stuff is easier)
CW: harmful & discouraging stuff asexual people face
"I don't know what to write, I don't even think I want to write an actual story, it's not going to stop me" kind of writing. Anything goes and I mean anything. The sentences aren't connected. There's no actual idea or story behind the sentences. You're just writing a word after a word after a word. Sometimes a question appears in your mind, so you write it down. The question leads to more questions, or maybe an answer, or maybe you realise you like the feel/sound of one word so you write it again and again. After you wrote the word three times, tiny ideas form in your mind, things you relate to that word. Then you lose track of the thought so you write "I lost track", then a piece of dialogue floats in your mind that's probably inspired or part of a song lyric you wrote earlier
CW: unconventional/controversial lovers
if your writing anxiety is caused by fandom wank regarding some topics, tropes, themes, or even genres, know that if you freestyle about the thing you're worried somebody would judge you for, nobody else will read it. you can delete the doc afterwards. you can password protect it. you can tear the page out of your notebook and shred it to pieces. i won't include a photo example of this one (anxious, remember? also, it's nsfw) but i did this with smut-specific words and phrases. i got a blank piece of paper and wrote--first, just words (nouns for genitalia, verbs for action, etc. let me tell you - i was alone in the room and even trying to write the first word was difficult, in my head i kept thinking back to people's conversations on how "problematic these words are" etc etc etc and that fed my anxiety even further because "oh god what if they knew i was about to write this, what would they think of me"), then the words combined into phrases, then common smexy phrases that characters in smut say, and so on and so on. no punctuation because it's not a story. you know what happened after i put that first word on the page? nothing. i felt silly, sure, but i repeated the word several more times and still no People From the Internet barged into my room to ridicule & judge me. during that session, freestyling for that genre got easier and easier with every word.
Two posts that helped me realise that warming up for writing (and anything creative) is a good idea:
Writers need warm up sketches too (my way of warm up is usually either freewriting or using a typing speed website)
The anatomy of a pen/pencil etc
...and I think that's all from me 💕 apologies for how long this is but I hope it helps you in some way *hugs*
#shhh B#B replies#Anonymous#...aaa i don't want this to show up in the general tags but i want to find it later#you feel me?#writing#anyway i really hope it helps and if anything's too confusing please let me know and I'll try to explain better alter#*later
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For the writer asks: 4, 12, 16 (Neon Lights), 36, 48, & 50
4) What is your favourite genre to write for?
I think that I’m the best at straight up drama and realistic fiction. There’s been nothing in any of my stories that has tested me too much; I need to change that. (And I have something planned that will do just that.) I wish I could write horror/thriller type stories, because it’s my favorite genre to read,but I’m afraid that I’d be bad at it.
12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?
I really, really like writing for Logan - but slightly divergent from canon Logan, because I like giving him the opportunity to succeed and overcome his struggles - which the writers never did. Logan’s personality is (to me) a lot different than what people think it is. I also enjoy writing for Caspian a LOT more than I imagined I would, because it’s a lot of fun to change up his story and see what happens when I present him with difficult situations that don’t involve children or outright fantasy situations like he dealt with in the movies.
16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?
Neon Lights
This one is all on @its-my-little-dumpster-fire. She sent me a prompt for Ryan Brenner and a song by Robert Johnson. It was initially meant to be a one shot for my 500 followers event, and when I finished it, I realized that their entire story wasn’t told. Part 1 was posted on March 9, and part 11 was posted March 15 - with the epilogue DONE on March 21… so that story literally would not stop flowing once it started - 60,000 words in like 2 weeks, and it’s all thanks to her for believing that I could write Ryan and do him justice. I didn’t plan ANYTHING, it was all freewriting. (Except we brainstormed ‘authentic’ songs for Ryan to sing for like three hours one night)
36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?
Hm. Ok, I can give you a few.
In ‘Ink’, the appointment that reader is going to is a tattoo appointment. Logan already planned to go with her… but now, he’ll be getting a tattoo, too.
There’s a connection between Logan and a certain Host that has nothing to do with any of my current pieces - he’s an entirely new Logan.
Here’s a bonus: In ‘Just A Place’, you can’t stay away from Utah forever… and you know what that means.
48) What’s your favourite trope to write?
I try to stay away from the obvious - only one bed, arranged relationships/fake dating … but I think that one thing that I really enjoy is writing friends to lovers because that’s the most important foundation for a relationship… and if you’re writing for characters like Billy or Logan - or even to a degree, Ryan - you’ve gotta have some sort of REASON for these people to want to form a relationship in the first place. (Canon Logan might be the exception). I like creating these friendships for my characters rather than just having them jump into bed with each other, because it makes a more compelling story.
50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?
It certainly wouldn’t be fluff. I have nothing against straight fluff when it’s done well, but it gets incredibly cheesy incredibly fast when it’s not. Smut… gets old after a while. If you’re a talented writer, you don’t need to include fully fleshed out smut in order to write a good story, and though I enjoy writing it, there are only so many ways you can write it and keep it compelling. So… angst. I pick angst, because again, it’s realistic. There’s always going to be conflict between characters - and there needs to be.
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last updated 09222022
akutagawa
jealousy hcs ;; request in bulk
atsushi
five am ;; aesthetic prompt
chuuya
product of our nightmares ;; fluffy angst idk
i’m fine ;; reader, angst
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nightmare ;; request, angst prompt
a death in the family hc ;; request
insomnia hc ;; request
confess ;; kissing prompt request
executive s/o hc ;; request
scars ;; introspective fluff
dazai
(i)mortality ;; port mafia
jealousy hcs ;; request in bulk
yesterday ;; songfic
a death in the family hc ;; request
siren song ;; request
insomnia hc ;; request
executive s/o hc ;; request
longing ;; kissing prompt request
fitz
paint ;; smut-ish fluff idk scrap
jouno
run from your life ;; request, hc
kunikida
just in time ;; first meeting, fluff
fear ;; request
uninhibited ;; request
mori
the dancer ;; wartime
undisclosed desires ;; request
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break ;; request
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twain
relationship hcs ;; request
yosano
justify ;; freewrite
three am ;; aesthetic prompt
yukito
relationship hcs ;; request
morning ;; request
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Get to Know the Author
Tagged by @eastofthemoon. Thank you!
1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?
“Maychoria” was the name of the main country in the fantasy novel I wrote when I was thirteen and fourteen. It means “happy land,” based on two words I found in a Greek dictionary we had in the house. So “Maychorian” basically means “inhabitant of the happy land.”
2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos).
On AO3, A Split-Second of Violence still has the most views and kudos and bookmarks, over 46k hits and almost 2500 kudos and 762 bookmarks. The first and second Boom Crash stories combined beat it, though, and Sell Me Your Nightmares beats it for comment threads. Over all platforms, I’m pretty sure my most famous fic ever is still Entertaining Angels, a deaged Castiel fic I wrote at the cusp of Supernatural fandom, just as Castiel was starting to get popular. I happened to write that story at the exact right time, in the mid-season break when everyone was hungry for more of the intriguing character we’d just been introduced to, and cute deaged angel boy trying to help Sam and Dean with their respective traumas was bound to be a hit no matter who wrote it. Plus I gave him pneumonia. It’s a thing I do.
3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?
Same as my current tumblr icon. Cuz Lance has the best expressions and he’s the cutest and the best.
4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?
I do, and I love them and appreciate them so, so much. If you comment on a lot of my fics and/or chapters, you’d better believe I notice, and I love you, even if I don’t respond.
5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?
Basically anything in this tag: https://maychorianrecs.tumblr.com/tagged/personal-favorite.
6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?
Oh, golly. My work subscriptions at AO3 is currently at fifteen pages. A lot of those are completed or abandoned, though. No idea how many fics and authors I’m still subscribed to on ff.n, mostly in dead fandoms. I have 80 bookmarks on AO3 at the moment, but that is not an accurate representation of the fics I like and recommend others read. That would be @maychorianrecs, which currently has 681 posts and isn’t even complete even for the Voltron fandom, let alone the other fandoms I read now or have read in the past.
7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?
The Dream Seam ‘verse is definitely the one that owns the largest part of my brain right now, but I’m also looking forward to getting back to my DnD AU once I finish my current big projects. I tend to write more canon-divergence AUs than alternate realities, in most cases. I like exploring how things can differ across time if one small (or large) change is made in the setting we know and love. Like what if Castiel went back in time and ended up as Sam and Dean’s older brother? Love that one.
8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)
User Subscriptions: 617 Kudos: 27064 Comment Threads: 5019 Bookmarks: 5631 Subscriptions: 2713 Word Count: 1169905 Hits: 325489
That’s insane, and it’s only in the last three or four years, since I didn’t really start using AO3 until mid-2014. I have a lot more before that on ff.n and other sites.
9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)
If there’s something I want to write and share, I will find a way.
10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.
I wish I was better at action. It always takes me a lot time to sort of choreograph it in my head and then describe it in a way that makes sense. I also need to work on writing believable romance, since I want to eventually write more mainstream fiction, and it’s pretty normal for characters to have romances. I can’t just write everyone as being aro/ace or siblings, though I kind of want to. I wish I wasn’t such a procrastinator and had more energy to spare on responding to comments, because I really do love them and appreciate them.
11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?
Only if you count gen as a rarepair, which it kind of is. Otherwise, no ships for me, ever. I tried it. Didn’t much like it.
12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?
70. Some of them are reposts. Eventually I need to get all of my fics over to AO3. It’s definitely the superior platform nowadays.
13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?
Unposted? Mm, more than five, less than a dozen. I tend to post things as soon as I’m halfway satisfied, because I crave that sweet, sweet feedback.
14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?
They’re mostly up in my head. If it changes by the time I start to write it, that’s fine. And if I forget an idea, a new one will come along sooner or later. I write in the now.
15. Have you ever co-authored a story?
Yes, a few times, most recently with ardett for Sewing Patches. It was a great experience.
16. How did you discover AO3?
Back when it was just getting started, I got an invite to the beta from an LJ friend. It wasn’t until years later that I got into sports anime fandom and decided I wanted to start using it, so I searched my email to find that years-old invite and used it.
17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?
I’m well-known in the gen corner of my fandom, which is not the same thing as being a BNF in the fandom as a whole. I have no doubt that 99% of Klance fans have no idea who I am, and Klance basically IS the Voltron fandom, much to my annoyance. But I’m fine with the way things are. I interact with cool people all the time and get to show them awesome stuff and get nice feedback when I post fics, and that’s what I want.
18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?
Nah. That seems kind of pretentious and arrogant.
19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?
I’ve wanted to write since before I knew how to read, as far back as I can remember. As soon as I understand that those scribbles on a page meant something and told stories, I wanted to tell my own. Certainly in my teenage years I was very inspired by the fantasy and science fiction authors I adored, like Tolkien, Lewis, MacDonald, Orson Scott Card, Stephen King, Tamora Pierce, etc. I have been encouraged along the way by many, many fellow writers, as well. But as far as an instigating person at the very beginning, I can’t think of one. I just always knew that this was what I wanted to do with my life.
20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?
Just do it. Post it if you’re brave, keep it to yourself if you’re not. Make yourself happy first. Find one person who will read and enjoy your stuff, otherwise it will get stale writing only for yourself. But first and foremost, stoke the fire in your own belly until you have no choice but to use it, to let it fly from your fingers in words and paragraphs. Once you start, keep going, even when the fire burns low. Discipline is more important than inspiration in the long term, but inspiration is how you start.
21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?
Mostly the latter. I’ve written from outlines in the past, and I sometimes do extensive freewriting before I start something to give myself some semblance of structure, but working from a strict outline isn’t really fun for me. I’d much rather discover the story as I go. I subscribe to the Stephen King school of writing, the idea that a story is a boulder you dig up with a lot of hard work and exploring. Granted, that doesn’t always work perfectly, and it can lead to stories that are overlong and oddly structured or dissatisfying, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take in order to enjoy the process as much as possible.
22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?
Occasionally, mostly not on AO3. My feedback there is by and large very kind and enthusiastic. Every once in a while I’ll get a weird comment on ff.n complaining about some choice I made or chastising me for not doing what they wanted or expected with the story. Mostly I just laugh and let them go, though they used to bother me a lot. Once in a while they’ll make a solid point, and I’ll think about it, and maybe change the story a bit to satisfy the issue that’s bothering me, not for their satisfaction but for my own. That’s exceedingly rare, though. I think I’ve done it twice.
23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)
Action is hard, yes. Dialogue and emotional scenes come easily, so naturally that’s the bulk of my stuff.
24. What story(s) are you working on now?
My ongoing series and stories are all currently in posting. I have some ideas on the backburner that I haven’t started working on yet, but I’m not the kind of writer who finishes a project before posting, so there’s nothing going on that my readers don’t already know about.
25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?
Often as I’m finishing up a long project my mind will already be working on what’s next, yes. Not really planning so much as just daydreaming and working out scenarios in my head, but I do like that I never run out of things to do.
26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?
I try to write at least 750 words every day. Not always fiction, though, sometimes it’s freewriting or a diary entry. This post will probably be my writing for today.
27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?
Indubitably, since for the very first story I wrote I asked my mom how to spell the word “fan.” I was five.
28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?
Oof, that’s hard. In Voltron, probably Bury the Sun. I keep going back and re-reading that one. It just…hits my buttons. On purpose. I did that. In all of my fandoms ever, probably Coming Down on a Sunny Day. It came together in an extremely satisfying way, and I’m very proud of it, even though the last part never got very much feedback since the fandom had moved on by the time I wrote and posted it.
29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?
I started writing an original fantasy fiction called Cat by Night with the idea of posting it on Amazon and making money with it. But I started it out in very YA fashion with an incipient romance, and it just bored me to tears. I hated it. I couldn’t do it. Romance is not for me.
30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?
I would love to develop my original fiction and discipline myself enough to actually start publishing stuff on Amazon and eventually make enough money to live on, maybe with the help of Patreon. RIght now, though, fanfiction takes up all my creative energy, and I don’t know how I would justify making a living off that.
31. What is the easiest thing about writing?
Making characters cuddle.
32. What is the hardest thing about writing?
Getting characters to the point where the cuddling makes sense and feels in character.
33. Why do you write?
For the sake of the cuddles, mostly. Also because I can’t imagine not writing.
No tagging today because I’m exhausted, but feel free if you want to do this.
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Freewriting, Session 42
[Contains a trace of smut. 18+ below the cut]
18:18
I am crazy hungry and horny, but I haven't written in ages and I miss it.
I was reminded recently that it is, indeed, one of the things that I feel that I have somewhat of a talent for and yes, indeed, also energy to do. It suits my … temper, as I like to say. I like to describe things that suit me with “it fits my temper”. It’s a funny thing?
My initial thought, when opening this document, was to write some smut or imagine my future in my new home.
Let that, this, be a segway to that.
I, as said, am –and have been all day– incredibly horny. Tempted, I can say, to just … flirt with anything and anyone, which is inconvenient.
But mostly, I assure you, one individual. A woman. I am, how shall I say, not thrilled, not exhausted –these are the words coming to mind– I am scared, that I will flirt too strongly. Put her off. Be too … drastic, too direct, too … much.
This is a constant pain, a constant worry. Too little of something, too much of something else. What am I to do with it, do about it? I don’t know. I really don’t know. I don’t want to push anyone’s, anybody's boundaries, without them being … prepared for it.
I could, which I have considered, ask, when ‘too much’ is ‘too much’. But that also seems like a bit much, you know?
I could … take a chance, say what I think, no fingers between … but I want to … I want to … I want to put my fingers between her legs. Between her lips. Though her hair. Kiss her eyelids. Tell her, her cooking is delicious. Her height is perfect. Her smile. Her body. The smell of her hair, her skin … The magnificent gown she wears in her dreams, which are now becoming my dreams.
See, now I’ve gotten onto something. Into something. And I’ve only got two minutes left. Two minutes to go. To minutes to persist … Two minutes to resist the temptation of attacking her with my love. I am afraid I will get to her with a vengeance, a means to … shove my love down her throat, lovingly. Kindly. With passion. Compassion. Kiss her lips and cheeks and eyes and hair and fingertips and belly and … ass and butt cheeks and wherever I can manage to place my lips. Where she’ll have me.
My time is up.
[buys more time]
But I’m a hungry bastard and this is what I want, what I feel, what I yearn for, yearn to do, aspire to achieve…
The love of my life, it seems, this woman … a kindred spirit, a spirit that rekindles my mind, matter, heart … Intellectual property, intellectual mind, intellectual, sentient being that I want to be mine. Can I? Have you? Please?
Take my hand and let us run away. A run-down cabin on a hillside. A minimalistic apartment in the city center. The rustle of leaves or bustle of traffic outside, fresh brewed coffee. Your hair, your sweet face on a pillow, smiling, as I open a window to let in some air. We hear the sounds, the birds chirping, you and I. People are all around, perhaps, I don’t notice. When you are near, you are all, all there is for my eyes to see. All I want to taste. Your fragrance. Your bliss. Infinitely mine, I hope, I yearn. I wonder, are you mine?
If I open the windows wider, will you fly away or will you stay in my arms? I hope my arms are not a cage for you, but oh, I so want to hold you, hold you tight, but I also want to see you roam free, explore. Will you bring me on your journey? Let me explore with you? Or without? Without…
Without you in my eyes, I feel blind. There is nothing more, nothing worth seeing. Nothing worse than not seeing you. My dear, my precious, mine.
I wish … oh, how I wish … you would, you could, be mine and I wouldn’t have to worry when I’ll see you again. I wouldn’t have to worry why I may not see you again. My heart aches, you know, it hurts for you.
But it is a sweet bliss, one I would not do without, it is precious to me. You own my heart. Hurting as it does, I could not, would not, do without.
So I offer you my hand, having opened the window wide. I incline for you to rise, stand beside me, let me smother you in kisses, but also allow you to roam free. Thus, I will see. Or maybe I won’t, if you leave me. But first, kisses, my sweet. Kisses for you, my dear.
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I have taken up freewriting in sessions of 10-minute bursts. Once the 10 minutes are done, I will either go back and edit, or continue on another route depending on my flow of inspiration. If I happen to find it sharable, well, I will. Like this one. That said, I won’t be sharing every one.
I hope you enjoy reading these scattered thoughts of a young woman.
If you want to read more, here’s my Masterlist.
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Writing Questions
wooowww sorry this took so long! tagged by @gsut
1) How many works in progress do you currently have?
*Wheezes* a lot. like....reallly a lot. At least 8 that have taken shape and some little snippets
2) Do you/would you write fanfiction?
lol fanfic is most of what I write
3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?
Audiobooks actually. Read anywhere, read everywhere. Plus it keeps me going to the gym cause that’s when I listen to them...that and in the car.
4) When did you start writing?
Idk...quite young...I think i’ve written poetry as long as I can remember.
5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?
Yep! I gave everything to @the-mysterious-redfox when she was more active (come back to us soon) and I trust all manner of advice and criticism from @xambedo. Generally @bluuesparrow gets to be the person I annoy with my fics. Up side you get the preview...downside you must answer ALL of my writer questions. @theolddarkmachine and a few others know this well. I like giving a soft preview to one of my peeps to get an idea of everything before I post, and the person rotates a bit. I’m hypercritical of my own work, so it’s good to see how someone else views it before I publish.
6) Where is your favorite place to write?
My beanbag-eque chair! Nice and soft and cozy. I’ll write in my desk chair or a pull out chair in my room sometimes...occasionally I’ll write on the couch in the living room...but that is not a good place to be writing any of the smut pieces
7) Favorite childhood book?
I had sooo many books I loved growing up, but the Alanna the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce and all of her books set in Tortall really resonated with me. I listened to them all over again over the last couple of years and I was just as entertained as I was....gosh....13 or so years ago
8) Writing for fun or publication?
Fun first and foremost. I don’t feel like I have publication quality work currently.
9) Pen and paper or computer?
Computer for sure! I love the editing power it gives me. Though freewriting with pen and paper is wonderful. I’m all about that efficiency that electronics provide.
10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?
Yep! I had at least two years of creative writing when I was younger and I wrote for my school’s literary magazine for a couple years before I graduated. It’s been a long time since then though.
11) What inspires you to write?
I get inspired by life experiences and just how much I love certain characters. Writing helps release strong emotions, so I guess that too. All of yall when I see comments and cute tags and reviews...they inspire me to write. Artists inspire me to love characters and write for them, and other writers flourishing and taking the emotional risk to share their writing...they inspire me to write too.
I’ll tag: idk who has already been tagged...but if ya wanna do it go for it!
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Where Hearts Cross
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Jt526s
by JadeLoverXD
All in the tags... This is my freewriting work so I have no idea what I'm doing.
Words: 1821, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Fallout 4, Fallout (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M
Characters: Female Sole Survivor, Male Sole Survivor, Dogmeat (Fallout), Paladin Danse (Fallout), Arthur Maxson, Strong (Fallout), Preston Garvey, Robert Joseph MacCready, Duncan MacCready, Curie (Fallout), Father | Shaun (Fallout), Synth Shaun (Fallout), John Hancock (Fallout), Cait (Fallout), Institute Character(s), Brotherhood of Steel Character(s), Railroad Character(s), Minutemen Character(s)
Relationships: Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor, Male Sole Survivor/Piper Wright, Arthur Maxson/Female Sole Survivor
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Porn With Plot, Plot Twists, Weird Plot Shit, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Smut, Humor, I'm Bad At Summaries, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Titles
read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Jt526s
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