#writing block is real

[nondelphic]

the writing process is basically this:

think of a great idea.

convince yourself it’s terrible.

write it anyway because what else are you going to do with your life?

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Occasionally I find it mildly annoying when Palpatine is posited as the one Anakin had always trusted the most, tbh. There's a noticeable shift in how he interacts with Obi Wan and Palpatine in between aotc and rots, and there's an obvious reason why: the events of aotc themselves. He and Obi Wan had plenty of friction, but they were still close, and Anakin did in fact confide in him in his grumpy teenager way. About his feelings for Padme, about his worries for his mother. It's after his trip to Tatooine that he turns to Palpatine instead.

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

📉 The 5 Worst Writing Advice Bits You Might Still Believe

(Let’s Burn Them Together)

You’ve been lied to. Or at least, misled by well-meaning chaos goblins with strong opinions and a Twitter account.

Here’s a lovingly aggressive breakdown of writing “advice” you need to kick into a volcano immediately:

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“Write Every Day or You’re Not a Real Writer”

🗑️ Into the fire it goes.

This is advice built for guilt, not creativity. You’re a writer if you write. That includes:

Writing on weekends.

Writing in your Notes app once a week.

Writing one scene per month.

Thinking intensely about a story while doing literally anything else.

Consistency helps, sure. But daily output? Not the only path. And definitely not a moral obligation.

✨ Alternative: Write when you can, track what works, and let your process breathe.

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“If You’re Stuck, You Just Don’t Want It Bad Enough”

This is the kind of advice that sounds motivational until it destroys your relationship with writing.

Being stuck doesn’t mean you’re lazy or not passionate. It could mean: → You’re burnt out. → Your plot needs restructuring. → Your brain is full of static. → You’re scared to get it wrong.

✨ Alternative: Ask what your block is protecting you from. Then fix the problem, not your willpower.

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“Kill Your Darlings”

Yes, let’s just delete everything with emotional weight and pretend that makes it deep.

Look, editing matters. But this advice gets misused constantly. Killing your darlings doesn’t mean gutting every beautiful or weird or vulnerable thing in your prose. It means cutting what doesn’t serve the story.

✨ Alternative: Kill what doesn’t carry weight. Keep what resonates. Be ruthless with purpose, not performance.

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“Avoid Adverbs at All Costs”

This one was born in grammar hell.

Adverbs aren’t the enemy. Lazy adverbs are. But you know what else is lazy? Blanket bans. Adverbs can tighten a sentence, clarify emotion, or give rhythm when used intentionally.

✨ Alternative: Use adverbs when they do something specific. Don’t fear them, control them.

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“Your First Draft Has to Be Good or Don’t Bother”

This one? Evil.

It’s the fast track to perfectionism paralysis. First drafts aren’t supposed to be good. They’re supposed to exist. You can’t fix a blank page. You can fix a bad one.

✨ Alternative: Let your draft be messy. Be cringe. Be excessive. You’ll sculpt later. Right now? Just build the block of marble.

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Final thoughts from your local chaos scribe:

→ You don’t need to suffer to earn the title “writer.” → Your process is allowed to look different. → You are not broken because someone’s advice didn’t work for you. → Not everything that sounds “productive” is healthy. → Burn the rulebook. Build a toolkit instead.

—rin t. // writing advice that doesn’t suck™ // thewriteadviceforwriters

[somegurl8]

“People are writing this” “People are writing that” Actually let’s talk about what people AREN’T writing because we’re like 6 episodes into Judgement and I haven’t found a single fic for it on AO3. It’s been around since mid October and not a single fic. Why is there no love for Judgement

[elleldoe]

Writing is more than just stringing words together.

My writing is my blood, sweat, and tears. It's my desires, my interests, my fears. It's my dwindling sanity. It's sleepless nights, fueled by the need to get the words out. It's my heart pounding in my chest because of too much caffeine. It's typos because my shaky fingers miss the keys. It's doubt, uncertainty, as I give myself over to the process, wondering if I'll manage to live up to my own expectations. It's guilt, devastation, when I feel like I can't. It's strength, perseverance, when I continue regardless. It's accomplishment, pride, a rush, when I'm satisfied with the result. It's change because, just like the words, I, too, have changed, a part of me now inextricably tied to what I have created, forever left behind on the page, by the time I'm done.

[yeonzzzn]

You guys ( @emi-en @pockettwinzz @paralyzedparadiseonmytongue @alvojake @ja3yun @yeonzzzn ) are a perfect definition of PATHETIC bcoz, imagining enha members doing 18+ things and it's so weird. Why do u guys even write smuts? it's DISGUSTING okay? and wht will u feel when writing smuts? joy? happy? contented? wht will u get when u wrote it? NOTHING and u guys just freely asking for a SIN.

oh? it’s a sin? we feel nothing while writing smut? are you so sure?

because imagine church boy jake sitting beside you in the middle of service. his fingers are slowly tracing up and down your exposed thigh. each time his hand reaches the ends of your skirt his thumb stretches underneath it to slightly rub against your clothed cunt and biting at his lower lip at seeing you squirm out of the corner of his eyes. oh god did he wish he could bend you over this church pew bench and fuck you senseless. or having you on your knees in front of him, not to worship god, but to worship him with each movement of your mouth sliding up and down his cock until his cum was shooting down your throat.

you’d try to push his hand away but knowing you didn’t want him to actually stop because with each brush of your hand over his in attempt to move his hand only made him press his hand more towards your inner thigh and up higher and higher. rubbing his knuckles against your folds and feeling your slick coat his digits through your panties. “oh so wet for me baby, and in the middle of service? so so dirty for me.” he’d slip your panties to the side and push his fingers inside your tight pussy, reaching for your other hand and placing it on top of his clothed cock, squeezing the top of your hand which in turn had you squeezing him. you kept squeezing him in motion of his fingers fucking into you, slowly reaching your fingers up and unhooking his belt, his hand moving to help you unbutton his dress pants and zip them down, giving you the access to slide your hand right between his boxers to wrap your fingers completely around his dick.

jake quietly gasped at the feeling of your skin against his, slowly bucking his hips upwards to fuck himself in your hand. the both of you biting down onto your lips to suppress your moans and gasps from the other church goers from hearing. you’ve never been so happy to be in the last row of pews and in the far corner out of eyes reach. you squeezed his shaft tighter with each movement, spreading his precum with your thumb over the head each time you hit the top of of cock. jake pushed his fingers in knuckles deep in you, curling them up with every push, hitting your weak spot. both you and jake knew you wouldn’t last long. you clenched around his fingers and his cock twitched in your hold. both seeing stars as you both came together, making a mess in his nice church slacks and you soaking the cushions of the pew. god jake couldn’t wait until next sunday.

hope you enjoyed this anon <3 wrote it just for you pookie

[leons-art-pit]

honks at you!!!!

my favourite part about sky is just spam honking at my friends :3

get honked at <3

i'll throw the fit under the cut:

i hadnt decided if i wanted the season pass or not when a friend gifted it to me and i gotta say, i really do love this cape

it took a while to grow on me, but i love the colour blue, so it was an easy win once i actually unlocked it

i think the nine coloured deer horns would match the colour scheme better, but the orange works with the cold accents in the belt, mask, and shoes so i dont mind it <33

if i actually draw this fit as a chracter, with will be much more detailed, but this animation was done in like an hour or two and the colours were very much a last minute addition aldskfjaldskj

[vardapilled]

yikes. u wanna be oppressed so bad.

adding, “i’m proud of my skin color” in the same post and thinking it’s a brave statement when historically you’ve had next to zero push back for that. this isn’t the radical hot take you think it is. Screencaps of ​this post (even in excerpts) and these tags are heinous:

[nondelphic]

“i’ll just write one chapter” is a lie i tell myself before accidentally plotting an entire trilogy.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmore of that disciple shen yuan fic i've jumped into writing, because I thought this scene was funny and wanted to share.

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His features hint at a marble sharpness though, he twists his neck left to right, eyes locked on and zeroed in on the curve of his cheekbones, the angle of his brows, and the point of his nose. There’s a certain sort of— of regality, he thinks? The elegance of an imposing statue, the saints of Notre Dame looking down from their pedestals as if asking, ‘how dare you insult me with your presence’. Shen Qingqiu lets his face fall into a neutral expression, and all it does is highlight the subtle condescension and complete disinterest his face naturally wants to make. 

In short, Shen Qingqiu has the meanest resting bitch face he’s ever seen on a thirteen year old. 

Even one who looks pointedly exhausted and like he went camping without a tent. His messy hair and the thin streaks of blood he hadn’t managed to crust off earlier does nothing to even dissuade such a look; it’s as if they weren’t even there. 

Experimentally, Shen Qingqiu scrunches his nose up, and his face reflects back at him as if he’d smelt something foul. Weird, he thinks, and keeps the expression still as he traces his fingers across the faint grooves of his skin. After a moment, he drops the look, and shifts his mouth into a scowl, just to see what it would look like. 

It’s about as vicious and as menacing as he was expecting. 

Then he smiles, and it looks painful. It looks, well, blatantly forced. The lips pulled too far back, his teeth showing too much, and his eyes squinted slightly and cold. As if someone had stuck their fingers into the corners of his mouth and forced him to smile rather than him doing it of his own free will.  

Immediately, he drops the smile and it folds back into its disinterested neutral look. I look like I’m going to eat a child, he thinks, probably for the best that I don’t smile. 

[rottingmaggols]

I'm gonna explode into pieces I wanna write something short full of emotion but I have no clue what to write 😭 I want to write analog horror , I feel like it would be bad too, my phone poor phone is dying too and I use grammarly ik it's bad but I'm a first time author, I use it for help and to expand my vocabulary.

[batcavescolony]

I hate AI. You wanna see your favorite character say something? Here

Dick Grayson: Hi, Don't use AI to make me say things. I'm literally a fictional character, just think.

Look at that Nightwing himself told you not to! Want another?

Dean Winchester: AI is fuckin' stupid, nothing can fake being a human on my watch.

Wow, amazing!

Support the actual humans in your fandom.

[asterwild]

The Tasmanian Devil (Sarcophilus harrisii) is a small marsupial with a big reputation. They have one of the highest bite forces relative to body size of any mammal. Though they're primarily scavengers they will also hunt fresh meat, and often consume the entirety of their prey, bones and all.

Tasmanian devils are considered endangered. The biggest current threat is Devil Facial Tumor Disease, a contagious cancer first identified in 1996. Vehicular strikes, dogs, and hunting and trapping have also played a role in depleting devil populations.

Beginning in 2020, Tasmanian devil reintroduction has begun in mainland Australia, where they had been absent for over 3,000 years.

[diovolica]

A Midsummer Night’s Wet Dream

[Author’s Note: I didn’t proofread this, it’s been sitting in the drafts for literal ages LOL. Writer’s block is real… Anyways, can’t say I’m too proud of this one but here’s the fic I promised! <3]

🔞 NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!🔞

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Dio Brando x female reader

Synopsis: Unable to sleep, the reader finds a rather daring way to entertain herself.

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“Are you sure

That we are awake? It seems to me

That yet we sleep, we dream.”

-William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

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June, 1986

Cairo, Egypt

The once arid desert heat had significantly cooled within the evening hours, leaving behind it small clusters of stars to litter the ever darkening sky.

The remainder of the day was coming to a close, with the various hues of dusk colliding together amongst the harsh undertones of the night.

It had been fairly quiet out; a stark contrast in comparison to the hustle and bustle of what night life in Cairo was presumed to be.

With a full moon shining brightly on this very night, you almost had the urge to go stargazing— an intrusive thought you knew all too well would land you in trouble given that you were imprisoned within the walls of a cold and unfeeling mansion.

You let out a tired sigh.

Hours had passed quickly as though time had meant nothing, and after a small period of tossing and turning amongst the linen sheets, you finally came to the conclusion that you simply couldn’t sleep.

Just when you were about to rouse from what should’ve been a peaceful slumber, however, a faint noise coming from across the room suddenly caught your attention.

Perplexed, you blinked a few times amidst the darkness; eyes scanning every shadowy crevice even despite knowing well within your heart that you were the only one in the small bedroom.

Or… were you?

It were as though it suddenly began to dawn on you, a sheer realization that started to make you question why you’d ever even thought you were alone in the first place.

You were living in his mansion after all, and given that you were one of Lord Dio’s favorite ‘toys’ to play with, you’d known all too well that if you were left by yourself—it wouldn’t be for too long.

Finally, after lingering around the room for a bit, your gaze landed upon the source of the sound;

There, reclined on an elegant purple lounge, was your master.

It appeared as though he had somehow fallen asleep, something you found to be rather peculiar given his unmistakable vampiric nature.

Despite knowing that your lord was technically part of the undead however, you’d admittedly been with him long enough to know that even creatures of the night such as he needed sleep, albeit; even at unorthodox times of the day (or in this particular case, night).

Although, it still came as quite the surprise to find that he’d willingly fallen asleep in your presence.

Even more so once you’d come to the realization that he’d somehow crept silently into your room while you were tossing around in bed.

Awake.

Disregarding this eerie factor however, you slowly climbed out of bed and tip-toed as quietly as you could towards the sleeping vampire.

By this point your eyes had finally adjusted to the otherwise quiet darkness surrounding you, and you were able to study your lord more carefully.

An old book lay sprawled across his lap; half open, with one of his large hands resting lightly upon its worn pages.

He appeared to be dozing peacefully, and a small sliver of moonlight coming from one of the windows nearby seemed to caress his form in elegance- bathing the contours of his muscles in a gentle luminescent light.

With his torso laid bare and free from any restrictive clothing, you were able to catch more than a glimpse of his beautifully toned body without much interruption.

After a few moments of what you could only assume was mindless staring, you found that your gaze couldn’t refrain from traveling down his deliciously sculpted abs.

You followed each and every curve of his muscles as though you were admiring their finest details in silence, all while pondering to yourself how it was even possible for someone to be this attractive.

Your eyes started to fall upon his carved v-line, which seemed to accentuate his trim waist in such a way that you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to graze against it softly.

Almost instantly Dio’s body started to tense, and much to your surprise you felt him buck his hips ever so slightly into your touch.

Given that you weren’t exactly expecting this kind of a reaction from him, you quickly pulled your hand away and glanced up to study his face.

You were quite taken aback to find that he still looked to be asleep; surely he was playing a little game on you, wasn’t he?

You never figured Dio would be the kind to sleep so soundly, nevertheless in the company of another person.

Your eyes narrowed at the thought, and you leaned in closer in order to inspect his face.

His amazingly handsome, gorgeous face.

His features— as always, were incredibly well-defined; with perfect high cheekbones, a pointed nose, and a sharp jawline that could honestly go on for days.

With his eyes closed, you noticed the way his dark blonde lashes seemed to kiss the skin on his cheeks; so delicate, and so serene.

His plush lips were pursed into a soft line, and escaping from them every now and then were occasional light snores.

Overall you could tell your lord must’ve been in somewhat of a deep sleep given the evidence you had gathered, and once your gaze lingered downwards once more- it wasn’t long until you figured out why.

He was aroused.

Perplexed, you raised an eyebrow upon your discovery and a few thoughts crept into your mind.

What kind of dream was he having?

Was he dreaming?

Could he even… dream?

Despite the many questions swirling about your conscience, you knew undoubtedly that one thing was for certain; you had to find out.

No, you needed to.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, and in this scenario there was no exception.

Whilst gathering all of the inner strength you could possibly muster within yourself, you carefully reached forward to grab the old book still resting upon your lord’s lap.

Your fingertips had barely managed to graze the surface of it when suddenly in the blink of an eye, you felt one of his large clawed hands wrap tightly around your wrist.

Much to your dismay, the realization began to dawn on you that your master, Lord Dio, must have awoken-and you squeezed your eyes shut, fear racking your body as you waited silently for your inevitable punishment to come.

Oddly enough however, nothing came; not even a single sound.

You slowly opened one of your eyes in hesitance, only then noticing that unbelievably, hardly anything had changed in those few spare moments.

In the midst of Dio’s insane cat-like reflexes and your absolute panic, you noticed that the book that had once been resting on his lap had fallen onto the floor with a loud thud.

Surprisingly though, your master remained asleep.

Surely he was pulling some kind of prank on you, right?

Right?

Then again, you knew Dio to be very serious man.

He didn’t pull ‘pranks’ given that he saw them as nothing more than little childish stunts.

With a carefully drawn in breath and your heart beating rapidly in your ears, you make an attempt to pull away from the iron vice-like grip he had on your wrist; only to no avail.

Even whilst asleep Lord Dio was still incredibly strong; the vampire overlord truly had no limits when it came to the strength and power to conquer thousands— however, would this also hold true with what you were about to do? There was only one way to find out.

Leaning forward with your free hand, you watch as your trembling fingertips graze gently against the outline of his large cock, which in turn earns you a small grunt from him.

It was indeed rather daring to tease Lord Dio like this, however you couldn’t refrain from doing so.

It was the way his erect member had strained so deliciously against the fabric of his pants that spurred you on further, coupled with the occasional noise or two that you’d managed to elicit from him by that point.

Noticing these subtle reactions only seemed to drive you to continue to tease him, even if it may end up coming at the expense of your own safety.

Your hand leaves a trail of featherlight caresses alongside what you presume to be his thick length as you go on to admire his girth in an almost longing manner.

Seeing your lord so “vulnerable” like this and in this state was causing heat to pool in between your thighs, which you found yourself squeezing together tightly.

You could practically envision yourself sitting upon his lap like this, with his clawed nails digging into the supple flesh of your hips.

Bodies pressed against one another and glistening with a sweaty sheen while he bounces you rhythmically on his taut, muscular thighs.

“Y/N.”

The feeling of his large, gargantuan cock slamming through your gummy walls over and over again as he pounds into you with relentless intensity; threatening to split your cervix in two and bring you closer to orgasm while he fucks the literal sense out of you.

“Y/N. Answer me.”

The sound of your lord’s voice reverberating throughout the cold darkness rings in your ears, causing you to instantly snap out of your lust-fueled haze.

It is only then that you feel the smoldering gaze of Lord Dio upon you, drinking in the mere sight of you in your nightdress.

The way in which his stare seemed to devour your small form entranced you, with those amber eyes threatening to swallow you whole like they themselves were made of fiery pools of lava.

“M-My lord..!”

Nails that were darker than the blackest night begin to rake slowly along your jawline, and you feel a cold undead hand grip your chin firmly.

The myriad of sensations you felt just then seemed to overwhelm your senses and cause you to uncontrollably shiver, while eyes the color of a raging inferno hold your visage within them.

You can feel his talon-like nails dig deeper into your delicate skin; full, plush lips pulling back to reveal perfectly white fangs that shine with an eerily pearlescent glow.

It was then that you realized you were entirely at the mercy of this enigmatic vampire overlord, and given that he’d caught you red handed there was no telling what kind of punishment would await you now.

“Tell me, little dove— Do you know what happens when a bird loses its ability to fly?”

There is a brief pause as the vampire’s gaze fixates thoroughly on your form, eyes having narrowed into nothing more than snake-like slits.

Your lips instinctively part as though you are going to speak, but all you manage to do is stammer.

“N-No… Lord Dio, I…”

Without warning, the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a wicked grin; a vague reminder of the fact that your life would always remain within his solid grasp.

You were nothing more than a mere servant; a tool with which Dio could use as he so pleased.

A mere insignificant life buried within the vast network of souls that comprised of humanity.

Had he decided to dispose of you right then and there on the spot, there would be nothing that you could do about it.

Your heart continues to thump wildly against your chest in a manner so fierce that you almost feel as though you can’t breathe, and an unbearable silence fills the room while you squirm beneath Dio’s intense scrutiny.

“Some learn to adapt. Others, however… risk becoming a predator’s next meal.”

Full lips twist into a faint smirk upon his chiseled face in such a way that leaves you breathless; although you couldn’t tell whether this time it was out of fear or intrigue.

“Tell me, Y/N, which one are you?”

You watch in a helpless stupor as Dio slowly arose from his chair, and the hand that was on your chin slides up your face to caress your cheek; sharp nails once more grazing against your pale flesh.

The sinister smile that had seemed to continuously linger upon your lord’s face never falters, even despite the threatening way his words loom over you.

“On your knees.”

The unwelcome feeling of dread sends small tingles down your spine, but nonetheless you do as you are told.

The hand that had been resting along your cheek suddenly drifts upwards, and large cold fingers intertwine themselves in your hair as he grabs you by your scalp.

“I can smell your fear, my darling. It suites you quite well.”

With a fistful of hair in his hand, Dio yanks your head upwards so that you are forced to look at him. Though the action alone doesn’t cause any real damage, the strength with which he did it was still enough to cause you to wince.

He watches you intently for a moment, although to you it probably felt like an eternity.

A dark shadow obscured the upper portions of his face, preventing you from seeing his handsome features to their fullest extent as eyes reminiscent of molten lava continue to bear into your small, shivering form.

You can hear a sinister chuckle rumble throughout his muscular chest, and he runs his tongue smoothly along one of his pointed fangs.

“Undress me, now.”

Having no room for hesitation—especially beneath Dio’s watchful gaze—you carefully reach out, the tips of your fingers brushing lightly against the smooth fabric of his pants.

It is only then that you notice that the large bulge he’d had before had only grown more prominent; and this was amplified by the way it continued to strain so delightfully against the restrictive clothing clinging to his hips.

Your breath hitches, and with trembling hands you slide your fingers into the waistband of his pants.

All it takes is for one gentle tug until his massive cock springs forth, and a small hiss could be heard coming from above you as Dio inhales sharply.

“That’s it, good girl.”

Without warning, the large hands that had been entangled in your hair suddenly yank you forward, forcing your face closer to his groin as though urging you on in the most tantalizing way.

Your wide eyes land upon his cock; you can practically feel the heat nestled in between your thighs begin to pool as you take a moment to admire the vampire’s impressive length.

Small white beads of precum had already begun to trickle down the bulbous head of his thick member, which was in turn a stark contrast to the flush of his otherwise pale skin.

The temporary moment of admiration you’d felt for the man hovering above you is quickly shattered however, once you hear him speak.

“It would be a shame for me to have to fuck that pretty little face of yours.”

Dio’s voice comes out in the form of a low yet threatening purr, and you know there is room for hesitation no longer.

Your lips find their way to the head of his cock, and you part them so that you can take him into your mouth.

The vampire watches you closely, eyes ever slightly narrowed almost as though he were studying your every move in great detail.

Your own face is flushed crimson, with thick lashes kissing the delicate skin of your cheeks as they flutter closed ever so gently.

Messy and tangled locks of hair fell down upon your round face, which in itself held an innocent doe-like expression; something that vaguely reminded him of a deer caught in headlights.

For Dio it was quite the sight to behold, especially given that you were at the mercy of his every whim; that fact alone was almost enough to make his balls tighten.

“Look at me.”

A searing pain begins to burn at the top of your scalp as the hand that had remained nestled within your hair suddenly gives it another pull, causing your eyes to immediately fly open.

As they get lost in the depths of his fiery gaze, Dio can’t help but smirk at the mere sight of you— face so full and stuffed to the absolute brim with his gigantic cock.

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes while you continue to take more of him in, threatening to spill forth like a dam waiting to break apart.

It isn’t long until the massive head of his cock starts to tickle the back of your throat, and the vampire towering over you groans softly at the feeling.

With his grip on you remaining firm, Dio tugs on your hair to yank your head forward again— only this time he doesn’t stop.

Lean herculean hips snap forward as the man pummels his girth into your face with such intensity that it was enough to leave bruises beneath its wake, and you gag at the force with which his cock repeatedly slams into the back of your throat.

Over, and over, and over again.

Tears begin to trickle down your reddened cheeks as you practically choke on the cock that threatened to suffocate you, all while knowing full well that the best you can do is to just sit there and take it as best you could.

Feral grunts and groans leave your lord’s lips as he fucks into your face at a merciless speed, with his clawed nails digging into the sides of your head so deeply that it was sure to leave a few dark welts if you were ever lucky enough to make it out of this afterwards.

“You want to be fucked that badly, do you?”

His words come out in the form of a low growl, and with every forceful thrust of his hips you can feel your head start to spin all the more.

“Fine, I’ll give you what you want.”

Your body shudders helplessly once you feel the swell of his cock begin to twitch sporadically from within the back of your throat, and you push what little air that remained in your lungs out of your nose in an attempt to breathe.

By this point already it seemed as though Dio’s orgasm was imminent, with every thrust of his hips growing more and more erratic by the second.

Despite being fucked into a senseless stupor—though not in the way you’d imagined— one of your hands finds its way in between your thighs, and your fingers spread apart your netherlips so that you can rub your achingly swollen clit.

Soft moans escape you, or atleast probably would have had it not been for your lord’s giant cock stuffed down your throat.

The mere feeling alone is almost enough to send Dio over the edge, and his thrusting becomes more desperate as the feeling of his impending climax approaches.

You continue to rub at your clit vigorously, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you continuously hump your hand to the steadiest rhythm you could muster.

It almost felt as though you were getting closer and closer to losing it too, however that was cruelly cut short when Dio— being the man that he was— takes that little piece of respite away from you.

“Did I say that you could touch yourself?”

Large clawed hands grab you by the thick locks of hair on your head, and they yank you upwards so viciously that your whole body jolts.

Pain blossoms onto your scalp, and you let out a loud yelp as the unwelcome sensation causes your face to contort along with it.

His words strike another bout of fear into your heart, and try as you might you knew that there was no defying him.

The frustration you felt once you moved your hand away from your clit was intense, though deep down you knew your life was not worth losing by trying to chase that final high.

No, not when you had so much more to offer to Lord Dio.

In the end you resort to humping the air in desperation, and this only intensifies the more Dio continues to fuck your face.

“Not to worry—I will fuck the disobedience right out of you, little dove.”

The vampire hovering above your small form stares down at you; fangs gleaming in the moonlight while his lips twist into what could only be described as a deprecating smirk.

Contrary to how it might have seemed though, it delighted him watching you act on your own volition.

After all— it was just another excuse for him to punish you, and that was something he deeply relished in.

It was the way your hair, now matted and clumpy, stuck to the sides of your bruised and battered face, and those same doe-like eyes rolling back into your skull each time he fucked that pretty little mouth of yours.

The various whines that would’ve left you had his cock not been so wholly stuffed down the back of your throat, and the mixture of terror and desperation written all over your beautiful face.

It was enough to send Dio spiraling into an ecstasy-induced madness, and vile curses begin to spew forth from his lips.

The hips that had once smacked repeatedly into your delicate face stutter, and all at once a white hot liquid rushes down the back of your throat- painting it in the colors of his orgasm.

“Fuck!”

Midway through Dio slides his cock out of your mouth, and it twitches sporadically within his grasp as he lets go of your head to pump the remainder of his load onto your face.

You hardly have time to close your eyes once his seed coats you, splattering onto your flushed skin.

Heavy pants can be heard echoing throughout the small bedroom and through the haze of cum staining your face, you carefully pry open one of your eyes to catch a glimpse of the sight before you.

A large muscular chest heaves with every breath that your lord takes, his shoulders slack as small droplets of sweat glisten against pale ivory skin.

Dio tilts his head to one side, and eyes that had been briefly staring up at the ceiling above trail down to study your face.

Slowly his lips curl upwards into a devilish smirk, and he lets out a pleased hum in response to the sight of you; battered, disheveled, and covered with his seed.

“Look at you. Such a filthy little whore.”

He pauses as though in contemplation, and a dark chuckle resonates throughout his burly chest.

“I like that.”

[ynbabe]

TELL ME WHYYY WHEN I WAS ON MY HOURLY AO3 SCROLL- DID I SEE NOT ONE- NOT TWO BUT ATLEAST HALF A DOZEN WEIRD ROOKIE FICS??? WHY TF ARE KIMI AND GEORGE BEING SHIPPED??? WHY TF ARE KIMI AND TOTO BEING SHIPPED? TOTO? THE GROWN ASS MAN???WHO HAS GROWN ASS CHILDREN OLDER THAN KIMI???? AND LASTLY BUT CERTAINLY NOT THE FUCKING LEAST WHY ARE PEOPLE SHIPPING OLLIE AND ESTIE???? WHY WHY WHY DID WE LEARN NOTHING FROM WINCEST??? STOP BEING FUCKING PEDOS THESE ARE REAL PEOPLE OMFG