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spicy-lefaiye · 11 months ago

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💖 What’s your favorite part about writing sex scenes?

🖤 What’s your favorite kink to write?

:Dc

TEEHEE thank u :3c

💖 What’s your favorite part about writing sex scenes?

okay i have two answers for this one.

answer one: i love love LOVE using sex scenes to show the audience something about the characters involved and their relationship. i think that sex scenes offer a unique look into the characters' dynamic that you can really have a lot of fun with. it's also a good way to examine characters themselves! salvatore is probably the best example of this--my internal essay about salvatore's relationship with sex grows every day.

(i think i've accidentally been writing him as asexual. still figuring that out tho)

as an example. an excerpt from one of many sex scenes i've written but not published with him, in which he sucks a dick for the first time:

"tell me-" sal clears his throat, hating how raspy his voice sounds. "tell me what you want, freckles. you want daddy to choke on your cock?" even like this, on his knees, sal refuses to let go of being the dominant one in this situation. bruno doesn't call him on it. "yes," he says, "p-please, oh god-" sal dives in once again, trying a second time to deep-throat bruno. it goes a bit better, sal relaxing his throat to take more in, but he still isn't used to the intrusion and ends up having to pull back very quickly. he takes another few seconds to catch his breath, wiping the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand. finally, bruno speaks again. "you don't have to-" bruno tries to say again, cutting himself off. "look, i-if you want, i don't mind, but you don't have t-" "i got it," sal says irritably. "just let me-" he sighs, thinking for a second.

something something salvatore forcing himself to deep-throat his bf way too fast and almost hurting himself in the process as a metaphor for sal rushing into intimacy to keep up his image as a big macho sexy tough guy.

and as for the second answer to this question: horny. i just like to write horny. because i'm horny.

🖤 What’s your favorite kink to write?

ASJDFKL;... BREEDING KINK............... listen i'm a simple man. i like this so so much. i haven't shared most of the breeding kink smut i've written b/c i'm embarrassed, but ohhh oh trust me. trust me. it exists. it's out there.

but yeah lol this is the One True Kink for me.

(another one i really like to write, though, is a very inexperienced bottom guiding a less experienced top on how to pleasure them. that's something i'm obsessed with ngl.)

#xavier answers #vacantgodling #ask game #xavier ocs (spicy edition)#xavier writing (spicy edition)

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abelladxnna · 1 year ago

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// I was gonna do some writing but then got distracted by Funger 2 and now it's past 4 AM asjdfkl

I will do the smash or pass asks when I come back so please send more :3

other things to do:

replies (x 4)

promo

interest checker

public & private knowledge (lol what public knowledge? there's only two things I have written down so far)

#【 👻 ❥❥ ooc post 】

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aitarose · 4 years ago

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YELLOW DAISIES (A. MIYA) pairing: miya atsumu x fem!reader

synopsis: atsumu miya, japan’s most entitled player, the person that strangers resented for unprecedented boasting and confidence—a facade as there was only one person who knew the real him.

word count: 1.6k

genre: established relationship, fluff, time skip

warnings: slight angst, asshole!atsumu?, hospital, mentions of death

notes: i’m only on episode two of season four so i’ve literally never heard this man speak a word, but i wrote this for some reason asjdfkl

↳ DIRECTORY

He was revolutionary—that was what flashed in bright lights in the media, magazines, and news when the name Miya Atsumu came into the picture. It was an honorable title, one that he’d earned from his years of experience, years of effort to become the best player he could possibly be.

Fans of the game couldn’t help but admire his ambition, his confidence when it came to setting—when it came to being on the court. There was nowhere else he seemed to fit, no where else that deemed worthy of a man like him.

He was simply made to play volleyball, he was put on the planet to coordinate the team and help lead them to their respective victories. The drive he had was envious, admirable even to professionals that were years ahead of him in experience.

But there was a catch, just as there always seemed to be a catch when things appear too perfect or other-worldly, as Miya Atsumu was considered the most egocentric man in all of Japan.

Yes, his talent was astonishing and his looks trumped some of the most handsome men in the world, but he was a complete and utter narcissist to the public eye. A complete asshole in all senses of empathy.

He was perhaps an enigma. A man that no one person could quite figure out. A total mystery to everyone but those close to him—to everyone but his twin-brother and the few teammates that he considered friends.

And it wasn’t that the public wanted to hate him, they wanted nothing more than to find a redeeming quality, something that would save his reputation—the ignorant reputation that he’d somehow managed to build himself over the course of his professional career.

Tabloids constantly had new headlines to publish, weekly reports on whatever star-born attitude Atsumu had acted on in public, during games, or even in the safety of the team’s after parties—parties that he’d rarely be found at.

The most common hate train would be the look he’d give the camera every time he so much as scored a point mid-match. The cocky, full of himself gaze to the viewers watching at home, as if to say that he was the real King of the Court.

Holding up his hands in the shape of a heart, Atsumu would smile with a smug grin, teeth flashing white and sticking his tongue out dramatically. He’d hold the position for a few seconds, making sure that the camera got a good take of his face, before returning to the adrenaline rush of the game.

It was as if he became an even better player after his boastful routine, focusing on the game as if it was life or death, as if he would be ruined if they were to lose a single point—frightening the other team with one glance, one look forcing them to crumble underneath their own dead weight.

With his rare intimidating attitude, the Black Jackals had little to nothing to worry about when it came to their setter. He was reliable, always there to pick up the slack when all odds seemed to be against them—when the books refused to read in their favor.

And his teammates absolutely loved him, they knew him better than nearly anyone other than Osamu. When microphones and interviewers shoved misguided questions in their faces, they’d always defend him, as they were more than just players on the same side of the court—they were practically brothers.

So, when it’d be time to stay after the game to greet the fans, give them kisses on the cheek while the camera cemented their meeting in history, his friends paid no mind to how quickly Atsumu would rush out of the building. They’d pay no attention to how he’d refuse to entertain his fans, only stopping for one girl—one girl who’d offered him a bouquet of bright yellow daisies.

“Thank you.” He’d mutter, nodding his head at the young girl before stalking off, ignoring how she fawned over the beauty of his facial features, obsessing over the way he’d just so much as acknowledged her existence.

Pulling out of the stadium’s parking lot was always a big hassle, with the media and paparazzi awaiting his exit, video cameras taping his every move and step he took. There was zero privacy for him, every one of his secrets always seeming to be on film.

But Atsumu didn’t care, he didn’t mind running over a few parking cones, forcing the photographers to jump out of his car’s way, back onto the sidewalk where they belonged. He had absolutely no disregard for their safety according to the new’s titles.

As well as no respect to traffic laws. Speeding limits was a thing of the past in his mind, always going about twenty miles over, whether that was on a highway or neighborhood street. His life ran on double time, needing to be in a rush, a rush away from his duties.

His sports car headed north on the daily, never straying from its path, in pursuit of the same destination every day—every time he had the chance to escape the responsibilities of being a world-known athlete.

And though the world liked to act as if they knew everything about him, as if he was an open book whose chapters were updated every week, no one knew why Atsumu would spend so much time at the international hospital. Why he’d enter the building in the evenings and leave at dawn.

Even today, after the loss of a championship match, he wore the brightest smile on his face while holding a massive bouquet of yellow daisies—the flower that’d always accompany him through the blank grey walls of the healing center.

The grin would stay plastered, the expression reading ingenuity as he’d walk through the automatic doors, taking a final glance back to make sure that no one had followed him, before letting the facade crumble—before he let it dissolve into a somber frown.

“Looking beautiful as always.” Atsumu laughed, waltzing up to the front desk, greeting his favorite worker as she rolled her eyes, passing him the check in sheet with a pointed look. “How’s my girl doing?”

The woman behind the counter took a deep breath, inspecting his signature to ensure that he hadn’t signed in the wrong place, before looking up to respond to his question—the same question that he asked her every day.

“Waiting for you.” She said, gesturing that everything was alright and he could proceed to the dual elevators that carried him to the top floor, the floor in which permanent residents stayed. “She’s up there waiting, just like she always is.”

Blowing the clerk a joking kiss, Atsumu carried on, holding the bouquet with a death grip, picking at the flowers to make sure that they looked their absolute best—that they deserved to be held in his favorite girl’s hands.

Standing in the elevator, his heart dropped at each ding. It was a sound that he had never gotten used to, one that haunted him as he slept, taunting him as if to say that the minutes were counting down—the minutes losing their value, the minutes he had left with her decreasing.

Despite how much he loathed the noise, how he wished he could shut it all off, make time stop just so he could have an infinite amount of moments by her side—he knew that life would come to the point in which he’d hear that sound one last time. A point in which he’d leave the building and never have a reason to return.

As he approached the room he knew all too well, Atsumu brought his hand up to a light knock on the door, giving her a little heads up that he was there, that he didn’t forget about her even though he’d maintained his constant routine for months now.

“Is that the famous Miya Atsumu I hear?” Y/N’s melodious voice called out, knowing all too well that her beloved boyfriend had arrived to harass her. Her already enlarged heart grew bigger at the sight of his brown eyes and golden hair that she’d always try to spot on the court.

While the world admired him for his physical beauty, she knew him for the beauty inside. The beauty that she was so blessed to see, the real personality that was reserved for her and her alone—not even Osamu had seen him so gentle, so caring.

“Yer favorites,” he held out the bouquet to her in a regal manner, presenting it as if she were a queen and it was her crown. His dramatics sent her into a fit of giggles, accepting the flowers with a scoff as he rose up to press a soft kiss on her awaiting lips.

“I saw you.” She whispered, pulling him down to meet her smile once more, relishing in the feeling of their love connecting. It was a feeling that she was addicted to, one that she longed for whenever he was away. “I saw you and the stupid little heart that you flash me on television.”

Atsumu helped her move over on the hospital bed, making enough room for him to lay down beside her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his head resting on top of hers. “Stupid? You sound like the rest of ‘em.”

“No one would be calling it stupid if they knew what it meant.” He pinched her cheeks, puckering her lips to a pout and kissing her over and over again. “If they knew I only do it because I want my girl to be proud of me.”

He sighed, holding her as if she would disappear if he let go, his fear of losing her of greater importance than any public opinion or false story. His fears being valid and reasonable as neither of them knew how much time they had left—how much time they had left to be totally and completely in love.

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raviposting · 3 years ago

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WWDITS and Our Flag Means Death

asjdfkl not all the wwdits

A crossover ship I’d dig: Literally any of them i'd be down lmao

A crossover BroTP I’d dig: Guillermo and Olu I think they'd be neat <3

A crossover Frenemies I think would be inevitable: Jim tries to stake Laszlo the first time they meet so it's just a smiiiidge of a rocky start

A crossover badass duo I think would be inevitable: Jim and Nadja, on the other hand, are PERFECTLY lovely together and have a grand old time fighting a bar of werewolves or whatever

A crossover animosity I think would be inevitable: Good god if Izzy hates the crew imagine him meeting literally any of the wwdits crew ;alksjfdj

Send me two fandoms

#janie gets asks #alexisrosemullens

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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AHH I JUST SAW THIS!! HAPPY FEBRUARY BABE! could i get one of those sexy haikyuu matchups? she/her, shipped with the boys pls. infj-t + words of affirmation. i need a good listener and caretaker, but also someone who can keep up with my energy and wit. i think you know my personality by now, i'm very sorry about that. writing, talking my friend's ears off, and shopping are my daily asjdfkl. I LOVE THIS TAKE YOUR TIME ILY

omg hey bae <33 sexc as always 😌💅 @aitarose

i said it before, ill say it again...

OIKAWA

ugh i cant he’s too pretty ✋😩 i know your husband is sugawara rn but i just had to go with our bae oikawa

how he asked you out

-> “Hey,” your boyfriend, Oikawa, stepped through the front door, kicking off his shoes. You perked up at his voice, smiling when you realized he was finally finished with his volleyball practice.

“Tooru,” you mumbled, getting up to give him a hug.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to spend time with you today, I missed you the entire time,” he said, returning the hug with his strong arms. You looked out the window, seeing that the sky was already dark.

“Did you have dinner?” You knew he had a tendency to skip meals when he focused on his volleyball.

“Can I have you for dinner?” he asked with a mischievous smile on his face. You rolled your eyes playfully, although the comment made you smile on the inside.

"Whatever," you shrugged off the comment, but his smile lingered.

"Can I have you for Valentine's day?" he asked. To this, you could agree too.

how you spent the day together

-> Oikawa softly hummed the tune on the radio as the two of you drove over to the mall. Shopping together was one of your favorite pastimes, and since it was Valentine’s Day, you were shopping for gifts together.

He parked the car as carefully as he could in a parking spot close to the mall you planned to go to.

Helping you out of the car as soon as the two of you arrived, he grabbed your hand. He hugged you from behind once you stepped out.

"Let me spoil you, babe," he whispered into your ear, turning his head past your shoulder to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“If you insist,” you sang, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Hours later, he proved he was a man of his words.

The two of you struggled to hold up the bags of clothes, stuffed animals, chocolates, and jewelry he bought for you. Just getting to the car was a struggle in itself; all of your arms were full.

In addition, you both held ice cream of your favorite flavor in your hands that he had insisted on buying. He added excessive sweet toppings, just for you, saying that "your ice cream reflects how sweet you are on the inside." It was already starting to melt, dripping down the side of your waffle cone.

“Just getting you what you deserve,” he smiled.

#morosis's valentine's day event 💖#morosis matchups #haikyuu!#oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu fluff

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rainecloud020604 · 5 years ago

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🏡 Milo, Rainecloud, and Zap

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

Milo: *he pauses a moment, trying to think before shrugging a bit*

in all honesty Milo is happy in the home he lives in now, if anything its basically his ideal home. no garden because he absolutely lacks a green thumb asjdfkl, he lives alone at the moment but the home is a three bedroom house, has a medium sized kitchen which is right off from the living room and the dinning room connects off to the side, which you can enter it by either through the kitchen or through the living room. there is a small side room which he’s turned into an office/ library, which one of the bookshelves (if the right trigger is pulled) leads to his room, which is surprisingly...bland in a way, a desk by the window and the bed located against the center wall with a nightstand nest to it that his grandfather built. its located in the city but more closer to the edge of it than the center, where he can walk to work and still be involved in the city buuut also close to where he can get a cab to visit his parents who live more out in the countryside.

Rainecloud: oh please where i live is already ideal, no need to go into that anymore, a nice place. enough bedrooms for all of us. i aint givin away any more info

Zap: well... honestly me and Zee would rather live in a nicer home than the apartment but that will do for now. at least a three bedroom, one story please i cant do two story homes. no, no garden, bedroom set up to the way me and Zee have it, dresser by the door, bed over towards the opposite corner. kitchen would be small, we dont need a large one. just enough room for me, Zee, and our expected child is all

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jeonqkooks · 2 years ago

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Does jk only has two settings when it comes to social media? He either spams you the whole day with 248 stuff or he ghosts you for 2 months 😂 not that I blame him since I do the same sometimes.. it's just funny for some reasons.. why do i find it funny? In any other situation i'd probably be annoyed 🥲

Also you completely losing it over his tats in those photos lmdxbuiq same 🫣

LET'S BE STRONG *muah* byeee

- 🎃

not to be controversial but i prefer it when he ghosts us ngl bc i'm definitely not strong enough to handle his attacks 😳 every time he posts smth or whenever bighit uploads a bangtan bomb of him i need at least 6 months to recover. and the tags asjdfkl 😭 you see how completely normal i am about this man

#🎃 anon #answered

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neonvvaves · 1 month ago

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[ ✉ sending : ]

─ ajsdkfl ─ fuck. ─ when you say things like that, it really gets to me. thank you for telling me what i need to hear, even when i don't know it. or feel like i deserve it ─ fuck the universe ─ seriously, i'll throw down hands w/ the universe if it dares ever tell me that i can't choose you. ─ no, it wasn't stupid. like. i get it. all of us grow up hearing about soulmates, since we're kids. i understand how it's something you would've thought a lot about ─ and idk what your expectations for discovering your soulmate was─ but i'm sorry it's been so messy and hurtful like this ─ that's the last thing i ever wanted for you ─ even before the confession and soulmate stuff─ like all i wanted was to make you feel safe ─ you're lovely, kieran. i adore the way you look at the world, and i loved hearing you talk about anything, because it gave me the chance to see through your eyes. world felt brighter. ─ . . . relaly? ─ *really? ─ you want to try again w/ me? ─ maybe we can try going slow? like go on a date or something like that ─ i really miss you too

[ 📨 sending ... ]

— stop. just… stop — you've never been not enough, iris — i don’t know how to make you believe me but that’s the truth — the only reason i held back was because i didn’t want to mess up your chance at whoever the universe thought was better for you — and maybe that was stupid. maybe i let myself get too caught up in the idea of fate and soulmates and all of that but it was never because you weren’t enough — i loved you so much back then. i still do — you made me feel like i wasn’t as much of a misfit as i thought i was. like i belonged somewhere, you know? if i’m being honest, i’ve spent my whole life trying to find that kind of belonging — you have this way about you that’s so bold. i’ve always admired that about you, even when i didn’t have the words to say it — so yeah. i love you. soulmate or not — i’m sorry i didn’t say it back then when you told me you loved me — i should’ve said it. but i didn't and i can't take it back — i know it doesn't guarantee anything but i want to try again. fr this time — if you're willing, that is…? — we can start over… or pick up where we left off — honestly i don't care which — i just really really miss you

#peculiarplace #: 👀 would you like a fluffy starter? maybe for these two pre-soulmate discovery #: when everything is ok and they're happy asjdfkl #: omg same to kier/an's notifs bc iri/s sends just as many msgs

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25ticupsinacupboard · 4 years ago

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TEN MINUTES- okay, fine, I will watch that season two update video, asjdfkl.

BROOO I LOOKS SO COOLLLLLLL

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rainecloud020604 · 5 years ago

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(RAINE I SAW MEME-MEEMEE-FLUFF-and bit of angst too uwu) 🌼☕💐🥀 Univero,Artsy,Drippsy,Two!QuQ

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

Universo - oh god Rose this was so long ago, all i remember is that is wasnt pretty, ended up with anthony getting punched in the face at some point. he still feels horrible about that you know!

Artsy - they just,,,,met- Troy and her just talking, ended up with her finding out about magic, and getting some as well.

Drippsy - random as hell and you know this!! just a simple kiss! i remember Julie getting flustered, mad and confused about it all

Two - meeting, her, they met her actually when they were kids in school, same class and everything! when the class would do things together they were always the last two to get partnered, which ended up being both of them together.

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

Universo - he hates and wishes he couldnt hurt others, its rare he’s fine with is but normally he feels horrible about it. sometimes he hates being this way because he seems to end up making the situation worse

Artsy - she, honest to god, considers herself a deserter. she keeps it to herself, she doesnt want others to know, its kiinda why she doesnt think she could be considered a hero to anyone.

Drippsy - when she isnt insane as can be, she doesnt like how her insanity hurts others, she isnt aware all the time but she will rarely snap out of being her crazy self and be sane for a moment or two so she can fix what she just messed up.

Two - they, they dont wanna be where they are, they wanna be anywhere else but home, there is no point in being there anymore, no one respects them, everything is going to hell...

💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)

Universo - yes, he likes all sorts of flowers, personal favorites being....daisies...he does not keep a garden, dont think he would be able to keep up with it tbh. buttercups, daisies, roses (white and yellow ones) and some lavender.

Artsy - she loves them, magnolia being her favorite. she doesnt keep a garden. any flower she can find to be honest, they are all pretty.

Drippsy - flowers, she’d like them, hard to choose a favorite, she does not keep a garden, and really, she might end up using grass instead of flowers asjdfkl

Two- they like forget me nots. they used to keep a garden until they couldnt any longer. they would make a crown out of pansies, poppies, bluebells and forget-me nots.

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

Universo - aaaaaaaaaaaaaa- there is so much for this fucking bean!! i dont think there is a loved one who hasnt accidentally or unintentionally hurt him, there is too much to explain!!

Artsy - her adoptive family kinda just betrayed her, let her get taken and never bothered with her again. i do recall, since it was his body i could count it, Troy when he was possessed by Tod hurt her pretty badly several times.

Drippsy - the gal doesnt remember but her parents abused her, starved her, didnt take care of her and drove her to the point of insanity.

Two - they were never really hurt by any of their loved ones, the part that hurt them was when they were gone...forever...

Anthony, Troy, Tod and Julie belong to @flowerrose14 uwu

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