#writing this to pin

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

We’re fanfiction writers, of course:

We’re going to use song lyrics as titles.

We’re going to check for comments 30 seconds after we post something.

We’re going to have more WIPs than days of the month.

We’re going to use any excuse to post snippets.

We’re going to use ask box games to procrastinate.

We’re going to hype up our writer friends.

We’re going to scream, cry and throw up reading our friends’ work.

[xandrikart]

[needycatboy]

nooo please don't give me a wicked little look before wrestling me onto the bed 😖

it would be so unfair if you pinned me down and bit me until i stopped squirming underneath you. more so if you started whispering all the ways you're going to ruin me, laughing while you watch my thoughts leave my head and leak down my thighs.

[sukunasteeth]

Wrestle Me

Tokyo had reached record temperatures that day. The sun was roasting the city, every street was a mirage from the bending light of its shine. The weather recently had been sending everyone either inside or to the nearest water source.

Yuji had gone to the beach with Megumi and Nobara in a futile attempt to escape the heat that had Japan in the sweaty palm of its hand. They had offered you and Sukuna a spot on the railway car there, but you knew that Sukuna was too exhausted from his recent missions to do any sort of going out. Not to mention the draining effect of the heat stacked on top of that. You were in the mood to just enjoy each other's presence.

The two of you were sheltered away in the darkness of his bedroom, lying sprawled out across the floor in front of his small rotating fan. Sukuna and Yuji never turned the A/C on. Since they had moved into their own apartment, the brothers had become rather stingy when it came to the bills. The air didn't start up until the room felt like a sauna, and it turned off much too soon to give relief.

Sweat continued to drip down the both of your spines, but Sukuna didn't seem to mind it. He was enjoying the peace of his day off, dressed against the heat in nothing but his boxer briefs and a tank top. He had his head resting in the cushion of your lap, his eyes were transfixed on an old leather notebook that he had stolen from one of the professors a few days ago. It was in a language you hadn't taken at the academy yet, but Sukuna tells you it was early notes on jujutsu from the old world.

You had been scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something you found amusing or anything that reminded you of him. He only gave you a reaction to maybe 10% of the material, but it was fun to see him roll his eyes, or scoff and wave your phone away.

The longer you remained in the same spot,however, the sweatier you felt and the more frustrated with the heat. You tried not to squirm under Sukuna's head, remaining as still as possible as though he were a sleeping animal taking refuge on your lap. Boredom, however, eventually pulls the last straw that has you stirring.

An idea comes to mind.

Sukuna glances up at you, as though he expects you to show him something else on your phone, but instead his attention is caught by the mischievous glint you feel twinkling in your eye.

"Wrestle me." You beam at him.

It was somewhat of a joke.

Compared to your boyfriend, it was clear who would win in a pinning tournament between the two of you.

 Sukuna, who enjoys kickboxing in his spare time. Sukuna, who has never missed an opportunity for a fight in the decade that you've known him, who could dead-lift your torso with ease if he so desired.

Sukuna, who has never touched you with anything but heart wrenching gentleness.

His eyes widen at your command, the notebook he had previously found so interesting has been completely forgotten. He seems to catch the drift of your lack of entertainment, and quickly plays along. His surprise melts into an amused little smile.

"Oh yeah? Think you got a chance, kid?" He taunts, placing the book beside him. His attention now fully focused on you.

You snort, you were only a year younger than he was, but he loved to emphasize it when he could. Sukuna mistakes your noise as a scoff and cocks a daring brow at you.

You love when he’s in a playful mood.

"I could take you any day." You tease. Part of you is running for the hills inside, but another part is having fun with the big bad wolf. That was the constant state you were in with him. Sukuna didn't even have to try and he always had your heart racing.

Sukuna makes an impressed noise, "That, I'm well aware of. I don't know about in a fight, though."

You groan at his joke, shaking your head in disappointment, but Sukuna grabs onto your chin before you can get even one turn of your head out.

"Let's find out."  

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Ten minutes later, you're drenched in twice the amount of sweat as you were before, but Sukuna has barely lost a drop. He's got you twisted like a pretzel beneath him, holding your limbs in just the right way so that you're completely incapacitated in his hands.

Your first mistake was thinking Sukuna knew how to play-fight. The only person he had been remotely close with in your childhood was his twin brother, and the two of them had often "wrestled", but it only ended when one of them had blood dripping out of their noses. You learned early on not to question it. Having two boys as your childhood best friends had you turning your gaze from a lot of things, in fact.

The only thing you questioned now, was how you were going to get out of your current predicament. You were sure Sukuna was having a blast practically hogtying you with his hands, and now he knew how easy it was to get you in this position. It was a double whammy that would surely effect you in the future. 

"Did you really think I'd go easy on you?" The weight of his chest presses into your back as he leans over you, sending hot breath over your neck. "How cute."

"Okay, okay! I give!" You whine, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. You had to admit that it was getting slightly painful, but Sukuna was well aware of your pressure points and where to stay away from. You still had one last trick up your sleeve, however.

Satisfied with your surrender, he nips at your ear with his teeth before he slides off of you and relinquishes his effortless grip. Before he can fully turn away, however, you're leaping onto his back like a monkey and tackling him into his mattress. It was a dirty tactic, but you had been wrestling your childhood best friend Yuji since the two of you were in elementary school, so you were no stranger to tricks of the trade. Especially the feign defeat card.

He blinks up at you. It was a difficult task to take Sukuna off guard, but you had accomplished it.

"Sucker." You playfully stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Inside your chest, your heart is racing like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s almost like Sukuna knows this, because even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s still looking at you with an amused grin- unaffected by your change of position. 

"You have a higher pain tolerance than I thought you did." He notes, tilting his head to the side like he's considering something. "What can we do with that new information, I wonder?" 

It was another intimidation tactic. A good one. It had chills running down your spine. But, you weren’t going to let him win so easily this time. Suddenly, you were interested in how far you could push him, as well. 

"Come on 'Kuna," You chide, your nose is practically touching his- a rabbit pressing against the snout of a hungry wolf. "Can't take defeat, my love?"

"Oh doll," His voice is a husky drawl, rough hands slide their way from their resting places on your hips to slip under the hem of your shirt and brush the skin of your waist. You try to contain your shiver. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

One last wave of confidence sweeps through you as you lean down, just like he always did, to murmur lowly into his ear. "And you're losing."

That did it.

Sukuna grabs onto your waist so quickly, you barely have time to register it before he loops his leg around your knee and easily flips the two of you back to your original position. You're giggling beneath him as he gathers your face into his hands, pressing calloused fingers into your cheeks. You've gotten under his impenetrable skin. You didn't know it, but you always did.

No matter how strong a man is, he will always lose to the woman he loves.

Sukuna was slowly starting to accept that.

[ink-the-artist]

I made a golem :)

[whump-in-the-closet]

when whumpee is pinned against the wall. by their hands, by their throat, shoved against it by their shirt collar. Just…the choking, the clawing hands, the suffocated begging. and whumper leaning in too close for comfort. the terror, the sudden shot of panic in whumpee’s veins and the floor-dropping sensation of being trapped. when they feel more like an insect pinned to the wall than a human with whumper’s eyes studying them as if they were under a microscope. just…caught. not even like an animal in snare, just caught off guard and disoriented and wide eyed.

[hobies-princealbert]

"you wanna guess the colour of my underwear?"~✿

logan "wolverine" howlett x black!reader

there's something about a hairy man with a bad attitude that i can't resist

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"the fuck are you on about?"

"oh come on lo, just play along. i'd make me really happy if you did. com' on bubby."

dear god. logan couldn't even begin to understand why you choose NOW to play games with him.

you couldn't possibly be serious. especially now after the way you spent the entire day staring at him like a piece of meat. every glance, stare or shy little gestures, he caught. he knew you were worked up as hell.

it's not like he can't smell the arousal on you either. he's been drowning in that scent all damn day.

he smelt it peak, when he caught you staring at him during his workout. and he offered his arm, which you held onto the entire walk home.

and you were damn near suffocating him when you were sat on his lap watching some b-movie, like the rest of the couch wasn't an option. you thought you were slick with the squirms. and on top of it you had the nerve to give half ass, whispered apologies whenever he grunts cause your ass nudged his crotch.

soon logan decided it was time to put an end to your little charades. he's giving you what you want. he touched you just how you liked it; traced kisses along your jaw, hands firm on your ass, with little praises here and there. so now that he's propped up against the headboard and your straddling his waist, why the fuck do you want him to guess the underwear you got on?

"come on bubby, what do you think? is it that pretty and pink one? or that see-through one? or that thong that shows my little bunny tatt?"

"why the hell i gotta guess for bub? they'll be on the floor in a min or two." logan really didn't want to entertain this, but he knows how sulky you get when he doesn't humor you, so why not? what does he have to lose?

a lot. he had a lot to lose actually. his patience. his humor. and soon his boner, if you stopped grinding against his dick to add to the frustration, and your amusement.

why was this so hard to guess? sure, he's seen your underwear before, but he only thought of it as something to rid of. and the only ones he did remember, weren't the right damn answer. the purple one with little frills? the white lacey one? the orange one with that stupid cat doodle?

thank god you had some mercy on him and gave some hints here and there. "come on baby, i know you can do it. think tokyo." the flash of realization across logan's face had you squirming with delight.

"that black pair with the bow, huh? good choice bub. very fuckin' good choice"

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #127

Clockwork knew it was getting dangerous for Danny in his dimension. His parents were getting dangerously close to finding out his secret and unfortunately this timeline they were leaning towards not accepting him. He decided to step in before things got out of hand and sends Danny to another dimension. He sends Danny to live with his granddaughter, Diana, and gives her a cryptic message.

Diana is unsure about the teen that was dropped off seemingly randomly by her grandfather. It takes her quite a while to decipher as she had to return home to decipher the last part of it. When she’s done she’s slightly horrified to find the kid that’s been staying with her for months is a baby ancient. Specifically the ancient of space. She vows to protect him at all costs.

[mando-din-lorian]

✨ Manifesting Bobadin for the finale ✨

[infernal-lamb]

more doodles, since I've been so busy! Sketched out Shamura finally....along with exploring the idea that Shamura's prophecies also appeared in abstract webs they've weaved along the years....I think its just Neat(tm)

also: when ur vessel keeps dying just to stare at you with unyielding saucer-like eyes filled with an indescribable bloodlust silently. just fucked up lamb things

[ivynightshade]

a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him.

all hunger is, is love.

[excerpts from fatima aamer bilal’s moony moonless sky.]

[thevoidstaredback]

Storyboard

I've decided to dump some stories here. Some will be crossposted to Ao3 at some point, and some won't. Regardless, I like writing and sharing my stories, so here's this, I guess.

Ao3

Crossovers:

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant (DC x DP)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Ao3

Side Story

Morally Grey in a World of Black and White (BSD x BNHA/MHA)

Part 1 Part 2

Be Thou For The People (HP x FMA/B)

Part 1

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have (DC x DP)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Take Back Your Minx

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Reunion of Brothers

Part 1 Part 2

Single Fandom:

Bruce Wayne is Batman's Biggest Hater

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Cryptid Rules

Part 1

Random Shit:

DC Comics x Marvel Comics Writing Prompt

Unconventional Summoning

Movie Thought Processes

Secret Identities Writing Prompt (DCU)

Leave Your Fics Here

Superhero Hide 'N Seek Writing Prompt

Ignore this for now

Writing Prompts

Defiled Memories (named by @rin1sakami )

No Hospitals

Asks:

The Outlier

Jack Fenton's Obsession

[jackhues]

YOU SUCK AT UNO - PADDOCK PASS, BABY [ PART THREE ]

in which y/n plays the part of best friend and professional gaslighter for the weekend (saudi arabia 24)

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y/nhamilton

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc, kimi.antonelli & others

y/nhamilton: death, taxes, and doriane (MY BESTIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD) winning races

tagged: lewishamilton, doriane_pin, georgerussel63

pinned y/nhamilton: also, shoutout susie for being the best in the whole world and letting me sit in the car !!!! -> username: susie supremacy

doriane_pin: i love you 🤍 -> y/nhamilton: love you more 💜 -> username: my roman empire i love this duo -> username: my roman empire is how good these two could've been in the f1 academy together -> username: OMG I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED THAT -> username: y/n doesn't race? -> username: no, she started karting but apparently she was never insanely interested in it. so lewis told her she didn't have to do it anymore and they stopped

doriane_pin: THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND -> y/nhamilton: stopppp, you got me blushing and shii

mercedesamgf1: woo go doriane!!!

f1: congrats doriane!!

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y/nhamilton

liked by alex_albon, carlossainz55, mercedesamgf1 & others

y/nhamilton: signing out from saudi arabia 💜

tagged: lewishamilton, ollibearman, charles_leclerc, pierregasly

pinned y/nhamilton: also shoutout to ollie for absolutely crushing it!! pierre, you need to get better at uno asap. and @/carlossainz55 ⭐⭐ -> carlossainz55: 🌟🌟

olliebearman: thanks y/n!!

username: i love how the entire grid is just praising ollie this weekend

pierregasly: you play uno wrong -> y/nhamilton: no. you're just bad -> lewishamilton: i should've warned you about this -> pierregasly: yeah you should've -> username: all hail our gaslighting queen y/n hamilton liked by y/nhamilton

charles_leclerc: where are my flowers? -> lewishamilton: you're not my daughter -> charles_leclerc: which means i didn't force you to wear clip on earrings after races when i was a kid. i think i deserve some flowers -> y/nhamilton: seb your kid is trying to steal my dad again -> username: i love everything about this

logansargeant: 🌴🌴

maxverstappen1: no podium picture? -> y/nhamilton: no.

oscarpiastri: can i have my cap back? -> y/nhamilton: tell lando to give me my bracelet back -> landonorris: it's my bracelet now -> y/nhamilton: noooooooooooo -> oscarpiastri: i literally just wanted my hat back guys -> username: poor oscar getting caught in the crossfire

f1: we'll be back in two weeks!!

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NOTE: third part out! if you guys want to see something that already happened in prev seasons, send in an ask/comment! don't forget to like + reblog <3

[righthandarm-man]

tasteful underboob for those interested

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

"Mary, bless her, had rightly guessed where I had been and with whom. Yet she had no more than to accuse me of marrying her under the false pretense that while all the world believed she held my heart, in reality, it belonged to Holmes."

– Sherlock Holmes BBC Audio Dramas, The Red-headed League (1990)

[starryeyesmasc]

tonight I’m thinking about getting on a girl’s nerves so much she shuts me gladly tf up by sitting on my face

Maybe I’ve been teasing her too long about something and she’s had enough, maybe she just needs to take out some frustrations from her long day. Either way as soon as her hand’s around my throat I know exactly how this is going to go. And I can’t help but smile for it.

She pushes me onto my back and straddles my face and as soon as she starts grinding her cunt into my mouth it feels like heaven. She’s already so fucking wet, already dripping down my chin, and like she senses I’m about to tease her for it she doubles down and huffs don’t you fucking dare or I won’t let you cum for a month.

I give her a little salute and anchor my hands on her ass—any other day that normally drives her wild—but she grabs my hands and pins them above my head.

Stay still or I stop and neither of us gets what we want. You’re not even going to move a pretty finger to touch yourself either, okay?

I can’t really nod, so I do the next best thing and hum my agreement against her cunt. The vibrations make her squirm and I smirk at seeing her fight a moan in favour of keeping the stern tone we both love. She continues rutting into my mouth, drawing every ounce of pleasure she can from me. Every angle, every slow grind, every frantic thrust. From my vantage point I get to see all of her expressions in ecstasy as she works herself to the edge.

When she cums it’s with a broken moan that’s loud enough I know we’ll be getting some neighbour complaints again. As she twitches I pull a hand free and stroke her hip bone with my thumb. The touch is grounding, I know, and as she rides out her orgasm she doubles and threads her fingers through my hair in a mirrored gesture. She hauls herself off my face and I take a moment to catch my breath. Her eyes flick to me and I grin breathlessly. I have to look a sight—naked from the waist up and shining with her cum and there’s probably a tomato stain on my boxers from the shrek pizza we made last night—but she stares like I’m something wondrous. Then her eyebrows furrow and I get a millisecond to think fuck I’m in trouble before she has me face down in the duvet with my boxers out of the picture. I’m completely bare to her, and she trails her fingers around my cunt, chuckling at the state she’s reduced me to.

A calculating fingertip circles my clit and her voice reaches me as her other hand squeezes at my ass. Payback, bitch. You like running that mouth so much I’m going to make you scream yourself hoarse.