#✧ WRITING

[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.”

[lesbinewren]

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

[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.

[animentality]

[derrypubliclibrary]

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

[blueboxbeagle]

By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

[sourdough-seal]

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[i-used-to-be-a-spy]

"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[kupakaa]

Today is my do-nothing-but-eat-a-lot-and-sleep day. And I’ve been thinking a lot about getting head from Vi while I fall asleep because it is also one of those days.

Her saliva and my arousal soak my inner thighs. The lapping of her tongue and the pounding of my heart is all I can hear. She’s messy, but preciseness isn’t what I need right now. Laying on my stomach, I only have enough energy to lift up my ass to let her pull down my boyshorts and give her easy access to my cunt. My mouth is pressed against the crook of my arm and my nails stab into the fabric of the pillowcase. I’m bordering on sleep and wakefulness. Her rough licks in and out of my core soothed me while the suckles on my clit jolted me awake. 

I don’t moan. Not usually. But the way she groans at my flavour gets me damn close to it. My breathing is laboured; I was left panting through my nose into my arm with the occasional soft grunt whenever she latched onto my bud. Her cruel chuckles whenever she got a whimper out of me sent another wave of pleasure throughout my body. 

I’m too subdued and exhausted to tell her to shut up. All I can do is take it and feel the bind within grow tighter and tighter, oh so slowly.

[ad-wills]

[spider-artdump]

[write-on-world]

[alexanderwales]

There was a reviewer or commenter who said "I always keep track of how many mistakes the protagonist makes and after three, I stop reading the story and never look back".

I think about that person pretty frequently. We read for our own enjoyment, and therefore there's no wrong way to read a book so long as you're enjoying yourself, but ... maybe I don't actually believe that. Maybe there are wrong ways to read a book, and this guy found one.