#✧ — writing

[kupakaa]

A Stupid-Ass Dream

A drabble/retelling based on a lucid-dream I had. Vi x... uh, me, I guess. Or masc/butch reader, if you're fine with first person. Only specific things mentioned is having a happy trail + pubes.

So because I’m suffering from pathetic yearning I’ve been having a few dreams about Vi. Thankfully, I have a really good memory when it comes to dreams (unless they're lame ones.) Had a funny one about two nights ago where I was laying in my bed and staring at the wall when all of a sudden she just burst into my room, holding my phone in her hand with the screen toward me. I sat up. I could see the layout of my Ao3 bookmarks tab.

“What is this?” she asked me, scrolling through quickly, stopping frequently to land and point at the Cait/Vi fics I had saved. 

For some reason I didn’t become lucid, so I was genuinely confused about why she was angry (though I still somewhat acknowledged that she was a fictional character.) I just told her that they were stories that I was reading. She tossed the phone by my side and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Jesus, well, can’t you just do something else?” she said. 

I asked her what else. Her face softened. There was a look in her half-lidded eyes. She walked toward me, kneeling down before holding my chin in calloused fingers and kissing me deeply. She slowly pushed me back until I was splayed out on the bed with her on top. 

She pulled back to let me breathe. A smirk pulled at her scarred lips. Her hands continued to trace my face, reaching up to ruffle my hair and scratch gently at my scalp. She spoke to me so sweetly, teasing me as her hands trailed down the back of my neck and curved up to my jaw. She gently scritched my chin and neck with her short nails. My head leaned back to give her more room. I don’t know why it turned me on so much to be scratched and pet like this. My thighs squeezed together to ease the tension in my hardening clit and loosening walls. I know she would have laughed if she saw how wet I was getting just from this. 

Something told me she could feel my growing impatience as she ran down my chest. She pulled up my tank top, gently squeezing my exposed breasts while rubbing my nipples with a rough thumb. She looked down to see me bucking my hips beneath her in an attempt to rub my clit against my boxers. 

She scoffed and shook her head. “Thought you wanted this slow,” she taunted. She pressed her weight against me, keeping my pelvis down on the mattress. A pathetic whimper came from my throat, which I tried and failed to turn into a frustrated growl. I gave a half-hearted push against her wrists, trying to make her move down from my tits. She raised a brow at my boldness. The glance she shot me made my heart flutter. 

“Oh,” she gasped. “Shit, sorry. You want me here, yeah?” Her fingers ran across my nipples one last time, making me shudder before coming down to my stomach. She stopped on the upper curve of pudge and continued her light scratches. I bit my lip, keeping in my laughter while pushing harder against her wrists.

She lifted her hands and shrugged. “What?”

“Quit teasing me,” I said.

Vi sighed. “Fine,” she huffed. And so she went down… Only to stop at my happy trail.

I couldn’t hold in my laughter anymore. I nearly yelled; “Dude, holy shit.” I reached out to grab her wrists and lead her hands for her. Instead, the tables were turned with her rough, bandaged hands wrapping around and holding my wrists together. My breath hitched. My chest tightened at the sight of her staring into my eyes. She wouldn’t free me from the tundra that was her glare. I could’ve pushed back. I could’ve tried to buck her off my body. But I was at the point that I wouldn't dare try to resist. I needed her to ease this ache, no matter how she made me submit.

After what felt like a year of eye contact, she tossed my hands to the side. Her eyes trailed down my body until it stopped at the hem of my sweatpants. Her fingers hooked into them. I could feel them curl into my boxers. She looked up at me. My cheeks were so warm. I almost broke the skin with how hard I was biting my lip. 

“So this is what you want,” Vi said. She got off my pelvis, grabbing my ass to lift my hips. She pulled down my pants and boxers; the room temperature hit my cunt like howling winds. My hand went over my mouth, my excited breathing tickling my fingers. Vi let my trousers rest at my ankles as she looked at my crotch, running her fingers through the trimmed hairs and seeing how my clit and entrance was slick with arousal.

“Fuck,” she hissed. Her thumb stroked my clit. I groaned as it throbbed beneath her. The wet rubbing of fluid against flesh tingled in my sensitive ears. “You could’ve told me you were this fucking desperate.”

“You couldn’t tell?” I teased. Another weak whimper escaped me as she pressed harder against my bud. I could hardly speak. I wasn’t much of a moaner but my god I was whining like a sad dog. My nails hooked into the bed sheets as she switched from her thumb to her middle and index fingertips. She stroked down my clitoral hood, lightly squeezing as she pumped slowly. She ran her digits down my vulva, spreading my wetness and teasing my entrance while understanding that I didn’t want to be penetrated. A haze fogged over my mind, making her speech nearly incomprehensible.

“You were bucking over fucking chin rubbing, how could I not tell?” Vi said. She gave my cunt a light pat, pushing down on my lips and pressing her middle finger against my clit. “But you being this wet? This fucking hard? I mean, not that I wouldn’t have teased you as much, but, y’know. Might’ve sped up a little.”

Vi shifted, moving my hips and backing up so her head could be between my legs. She sighed, her warm breath making my nerves flutter as she bathed in the scent of my arousal. She tapped my thigh, signalling me to look down at her. 

“How about this,” she said. “You keep still, keep your voice down, and I’ll let you cum. No edging, none of that. Got it?”

“Vi…” I whimpered. Her thumb went back to rubbing circles on my clit. My head fell back as a wave of pleasure went up my belly. “Got it,” I said with a flustered giggle.

She laughed softly. I felt her wet lips kiss just above my cunt. “Good.”

(I never got to cum, because I lost focus and the dream turned into an adventure through the woods and into Ikea. Also I turned into a manticore and ate popcorn.)

[lesbinewren]

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[write-on-world]

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[arson-jellyfish69]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[pierog]

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

[derrypubliclibrary]

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

[animentality]

[helpful-writing-tips]

if you're trying to get into the head of your story's antagonist, try writing an "Am I the Asshole" reddit post from their perspective, explaining their problems and their plans for solving them. Let the voice and logic come through.

[kupakaa]

✧ Vi + Switch + Trying to overstimulate = fun !

So first things first: I am not good with overstim. Like at all. I will become a scrabbly wet cat and you will get scratched and I will slip out of your arms !

Imagining a short drabble thingy with Vi and the reader (which is totally not a thinly-veiled self-insert) where she's fingering you, her palm rubbing against your clit. Her fingers curl juuust right inside you to hit your sweet spot. Your heart pounds harder until you can't hold on any longer and you clench around her, clit throbbing against her palm. When your initial spike of pleasure begins to subside you expect her to lay off and stop pumping her fingers. But alas, she keeps going. And the sensation becomes less pleasurable and more overwhelming, inching towards aggravating.

“Ffff… Wait, wait, wait,” you groan, trying to catch your breath. 

“Relax,” she says. She rubs your thigh with her other arm. “Just one more, yeah?”

A tightness grows in your stomach. Your clit, uncomfortably sensitive, is still dragging against her calloused hand. It feels like a match against strike paper, rubbing again and again in hopes of starting a fire. But you can’t; you physically cannot. Not yet, not until she at least lets the hot bundle cool.

You can see the mischief in her eyes. Your toes curl. You try to close your thighs, but her hand forces them open. Stubborn. Always so damn stubborn, she was. A need to wipe that cheeky smirk off her face runs through your veins, almost overpowering the pleasure of your orgasm.

When she’s distracted by the sight of your glistening pussy, you rush forward. She gasps, finally pulling her hand back and out of you. You wince at the sudden movement but you try not to let it distract you. You grab the wrist of her offending hand and hold it tight, threatening it with your nails. One of your knees presses her thigh against the bed while the other presses against her crotch. You can feel a quick throb beneath the fabric of her trousers. Her other arm is free, but you let her know with a stare that you won’t hesitate to try and stop it if she tries anything funny.

“I say wait, you wait, got it?” you say between your panting. You can feel your slick and cum flowing down your thigh. While you weren’t yet ready for a second round, you couldn’t deny how arousing it was to have her beneath you. The mighty pink-haired brawler, staring up at you with flushed cheeks and a small tinge of embarrassment. 

Sure, she could flip the tables with a little effort. But that silent glee behind your eyes… Who is she to take that away from you?

She swallows, then nods. “Uh, mhm.”

[sleeplessv0id]

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.