#Fic Writing

[jourquet]

give me one song, and trust me, i can have a 50 chapter fanfic idea by the end of it.

It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

[kimberbohwrites]

Almost finished with this fic. I can do this.

Don’t judge me for making this meme instead of just finishing it.

[bookie-bookdust]

How do you guys write so fast?!?!?!?!!? I can't even read that fast help😭

[cupidsnotesx]

“You’re mine. All mine.”

reader X crush

content warnings: nsfw

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The colorful city lights passed through the curtains, highlighting his shirtless body towering over you on the bed.

The dress and heels you had worn just hours before were scattered carelessly across the bedroom floor.

“You’re so pretty like this”, he whispered breathlessly letting his eyes wander across every inch of your exposed body underneath him.

“I see the way they look at you. The men at the bar. The hunger in their eyes. God, who wouldn’t?”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“But you’re mine”, he growled, squeezing your hips with his firm hands as he leaned in and left a soft kiss on your lips.

“This pretty mouth of yours”, he murmured, pulling away and placing his thumb in between your lips.

“Your neck”.

You felt his hot breath against your skin as he left trails of gentle, sloppy kisses all the way down your neck, moving his hand from your mouth and placing it around your throat. he squeezed. your eyes widened in pleasure from his touch.

“Your pretty stomach”, he continued down your belly and then your thighs.

“These pretty legs”, he muttered and placed them on his shoulders, kissing them.

“All mine”.

He held your gaze. Everything disappeared around you. The dark bedroom. The sound of the busy city and traffic outside.

He gently tugged at the lace of your underwear, still keeping his eyes on you. You nodded.

He inserted himself into you, and you gasped audibly at the sensation.

He hushed you in a low, soft voice letting you adjust to him. Then, slowly, he started moving. Then he sped up his pace, growling with every thrust.

“Mine”, he exited you.

Mine”, he repeated, as he slammed himself into you once more.

“Mine”.

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thank you so much for reading!!🎀 this is my first post. requests are always open xx

[dead-dolphins]

this me teaching you guys geology!

I love, love, LOVE it when I can tell a fic author has integrated their specialized knowledge in a fic. I was reading a fic that at some point included the character going to visit an art therapist, and it's so clear that the author is an art therapist themself, and the details included are just immaculate and I love it. I've previously read about a character doing fencing for no other reason than the author clearly wanting to write a sport they understood. A character being given a hyperfixation on bugs just so the author can infodump themselves.

I eat it up every time, it brings such a smile to my face

[we-are-inevitable]

hey. heyyy creators. stop knee-capping yourself. if you wrote something, you wrote something! be proud of that! if you drew something, be excited about it! saying things like “oh, this isn’t very good,” or “i don’t like how this looks but here it is i guess” is only going to hurt you in the long run. be proud of your creations!! stop being your loudest critic!!

and for writers specifically, this goes double for when you post on a site like ao3. if your summary is just “idk why i wrote this/i’m bad at tagging/this is bad but i’m posting anyway” or any other variation of putting yourself down, it hurts your engagement soooo much. if you think what you wrote is bad, why would anyone else read it? you just gave them a warning to stay away from your work. be unapologetic about what you’re creating and put enthusiasm into sharing it!!

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

no one told me that editing a cringey part of your fic means having to actually look at the cringey part of your fic. shocked and upset and actively retching

[theelizamanelli]

Tengoku

Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High. Tags: 18+, satoru gojo x female oc, boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, romance, smut, masturbation link to all chapters link to ao3

note from the author: so sorry for how long it has taken to update this fic, I appreciate the comments/asks - they all inspire me to continue writing. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Sixteen

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Warmth spread along Reina’s face as she gazed at the sky, the sun beaming down. The suitcase trailing behind her clanged against the uneven sidewalk. With an exaggerated huff she yanked it over the curb. 

Shielding her eyes from the light she drank in the sight of the tall building stretched in front of her. Striding through the door, Reina nodded politely at the attendant standing near the entrance - swiftly refusing his attempt to assist with her bag. 

Reina scanned the lobby, her eyes landing on a familiar sight - a handsome white haired man leaning against the front desk. 

Gojo tipped his glasses down to drag his stare along Reina’s body before piercing her with a smile. An unfamiliar sensation echoed through her stomach.

“Good morning, Iyashi.” he purred before handing over a card. Reina yanked it from his grasp, scowling. 

“Good morning, Gojo. Could you have picked a hotel further from the airport?” Reina bit out, pulling her battered suitcase to her side.

“If you booked the travel arrangements, we would have ended up in entirely separate buildings.” he laughed, heading in the direction of the elevator.

Reina had offered to fly in separately, Gojo was requested at a meeting within the city a day prior. What would have delighted her mere months ago proved to be rather inconvenient. She hadn’t noticed the effort Gojo went through to ensure her life went smoothly. 

He held the door open for her as she sidled in next to him. 

“I am eager to see how you plan on making up for our last sleeping arrangements.” Reina rolled her eyes, warmth spreading on the back of her neck at the memory of waking up tangled on top of Gojo at the inn.

She reached back, placing her cool hand on the area - careful to avoid his gaze. 

“Oh, you’re going to like this one.” Gojo stepped out of the elevator, leading her down the hallway. 

He gestured towards one door at the end, “Yours.” Before his finger slowly moved to the one next to it, “Mine.”

“Good.” Reina pushed past him and entered her room. Her eyes darting to the side as she watched Gojo do the same. 

She sighed as she closed the door behind her, placing her back against the wood. There was a feeling threatening to spill through her body. One that felt surprisingly similar to disappointment.

Pushing her suitcase through the room, she placed it in the corner before throwing herself onto the king sized bed.

“See? I knew you would like it.” a voice sounded near the entrance of the room. Reina bolted upwards, her eyes connecting with Gojo’s.

Her brows furrowed as she realized he was leaning against the frame of an open door - one that led straight into his room.

A slow smile spread through his face as hers burned. 

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A hurried knock at the door shattered the tension in the room. Reina continued to scowl as the gloating Gojo strode over to let in the visitor.

Itadori burst into the space, excitedly exclaiming, “Did you show her the conjoined rooms?” 

“Did she hate it?” Fushiguro stood in the doorway, holding it open for Kugisaki before entering. 

“More importantly, did she beat you up?” she asked with a laugh, venturing over to where Reina sat. She plopped down next to her, running her hands along the comforter. “Her room is way nicer than ours, sensei!”

“That’s because I actually like her,” he replied. 

Itadori threw the patio door open, both of his hands wrapping the railing as he admired the water. Kugisaki muscled her way next to him, shielding her eyes from the sun as she mimicked his expression.

He pointed towards the beach enthusiastically, “Let’s go swimming!”

Kugisaki whipped around, looking at Gojo pleadingly. He pretended to consider whether they could, dramatically placing his hand on his chin.

“Get your swimsuit, Iyashi!” he exclaimed, the two raced past him and back towards the exit.

Gojo strode towards his room, he slowly inched the door closed - his face occupying the remaining space. 

“That cute pink one you packed,” he winked before it clicked shut. 

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The ocean glittered against the sky, appearing to extend endlessly along the sandy outline. The heat clung to Reina’s curves, sweat beginning to accumulate on the back of her neck. 

Repositioning underneath the umbrella, she looked on in amusement as Itadori attempted to push Fushiguro into the waves. He fought him off valiantly until Gojo snuck up behind, pulling him under with a hearty laugh. 

Kugisaki stretched alongside Reina, propping herself onto her elbows she yelled, “Don’t let him treat you like that, Megumi! Come on!”

Reina laughed as Kugisaki stood - brushing the sand from her body. She raced towards the water, Gojo prepared himself for an attack with a smile playing on his lips. 

Her eyes softened as he gently flipped Kugisaki into the water, careful to avoid her neck. The laughs echoing through the air were enough to warm Reina’s heart, a reminder of Gojo’s character.

She swallowed hard as he started towards her, the sunlight reflecting on his glasses and creating a sheen on his abs that forced Reina’s to tighten. 

He towered over her, she watched a droplet of water slide from his bellybutton to the edge of his swimsuit. Her eyes dragged along him until she met his gaze.

His glasses slipped onto the edge of his nose, his blue eyes trailing her swimsuit before smirking. Reina straightened, one of her hands smoothing the seams of the pink fabric.

He leaned down to grab a towel, his arm brushing hers.

“You’re so obedient sometimes, Iyashi,” he whispered.

He chuckled as he admired the slow build of warmth erupting through Reina’s body. Gojo dried off before collapsing in a dramatic heap next to her. She handed him a water bottle, careful to avoid his gaze. 

The sound of erratic splashing and squealing captured their attention. Sitting in silence, they were unable to do anything but admire the three. Reina stole a glance at Gojo, her smile faltering at the tinge of sadness in his eyes.

She reflexively reached for him, her hand resting on his knee - as if waking him from a dream he startled slightly at the contact. Gojo offered her a small reassuring smile, placing his hand on hers. 

“Your students are lucky to have you for a mentor. Whatever happens, remember that you have given them every tool necessary to survive,” Reina squeezed his knee before releasing her hold. “They aren’t them, stop torturing yourself.” 

Gojo leaned back, his gaze angled towards the sky. A long stretch of silence before he sighed, “You can’t be smart and hot, Iyashi. It’s not fair.”

Reina breathed out a laugh, shaking her head. Gojo stood up with a groan before turning towards her.

“Alright, your turn.” he brushed his hands off, extending one in her direction.

Reina furrowed her brows, “Oh, no.” 

“Oh, yes.” Gojo re-extended his hand dramatically.

“Seriously. I’m good.” she replied firmly.

“Stop torturing yourself and have some fun, Iyashi.” Gojo raised his eyebrows in her direction, he gave her a moment to surrender. When she made no sign of moving he darted out, pulling her quickly upwards by the arm.

Reina squealed at the sudden movement, Gojo managed to raise her into the air in one fell swoop and was now gleefully carrying her over his shoulder towards the ocean. 

Itadori laughed at the sight of Reina beating her fists against Gojo’s back, her legs kicking as the waves sprayed onto her back. 

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The steam curled through the air as Reina stepped onto the damp tile. A droplet of condensation rolling down the mirror as she wiped her hand over the surface, revealing her pink tinged face. 

Her eyes followed the trickle of the water, reminding her briefly of light skin covering a muscled torso. Reina’s imagination drifted to what could be underneath that swimsuit, how easily she could drop to her knees in front of him. How good he would taste. How sweet his moans would sound in her ear.

“Iyashi! I require a kiss goodnight, please!” yelled Gojo through the door, pulling her from the fantasy. Shaking her head softly she wrapped herself in the robe before turning the knob.

Gojo leaned against the bathroom door, a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips - Reina’s eyes darted to the edge of the fabric before quickly returning to his eyes. 

“In your dreams, Gojo.” she rolled her eyes, striding towards her suitcase. She found herself fighting the urge to turn in his direction if only to have the opportunity to admire his bare torso. 

He sighed dramatically before returning to his room, leaving a noticeable gap as he shut the door behind. She watched as the light dimmed on the other side.

Reina continued to settle down, drying her hair and sorting through her suitcase. Bending over the organized section of clothes she slowly lifted a familiar pink set of intimates. 

The image of Gojo’s outstretched, teasing hand dangling the lace flashed through her mind. Reina squeezed her thighs together unconsciously, biting her lip. Before she lost the courage, she stood abruptly - ripping the robe off and sliding the set on. 

She jumped into the bed and pulled the comforter to her chin. Breathing heavily, the silence filled the room before Reina nearly burst into a fit of giggles at her idiocy. 

She stared at the dark ceiling for what felt like hours - her imagination relentless and unforgiving. Memories turning over of her pushed against the wall of an alley or laid on top of a desk. 

Sliding her fingers along the undercurve of her breasts, Reina mindlessly trailed downwards. She closed her eyes and slowly filled her vision with large, soft hands. 

Tracing slow circles over the pink fabric, echoes of Gojo’s voice replayed softly in her ear. Reina could nearly feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, whispering words that she ached to hear. 

A shudder slid through her body as a finger slipped underneath the fabric, gathering the accumulated wetness before increasing the pace. A small, strangled moan slipped from her lips - Reina froze. 

“Don’t stop,” Gojo stood in the doorway, his hair tousled slightly - illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window.

Reina swallowed hard, heat spreading through her body. Gojo slowly walked to the edge of the bed, his eyes dark as he stared down at her.

“I said, don’t stop,” he repeated. 

She licked her lips, a small bit of hesitance before her fingers started to move again. Gojo reached out a hand, grabbing onto the edge of the comforter and sliding it onto the floor. 

Reina lay bare in front of him, unable to keep her eyes off of his chest as his breathing quickened. He drank in the sight of her, admiring the soft curve of her thighs. She longed for him to reach out - to run his hands along her but he stood still. 

“A little faster, Iyashi,” Gojo said firmly.

Reina hastened, her heart racing as she noted his growing hardness. There was a familiar tightening sensation beginning to build.

As if he could sense it, Gojo swallowed hard before he stated in a low tone, “Look what a good little girl you are.”

“A little faster now,” he slid his own hands along the edge of his sweatpants, “You’re such a good listener.”

A raspy moan slipped from Reina’s mouth, “Oh, fuck.”

“Iyashi, please, I want to hear you,” Gojo cocked his head to the side. He was intent on keeping his hands to himself much to her dismay. 

“Gojo, please,” Reina moaned, the pleasure was riding a tight string - one that she could feel close to snapping.

“Cum for me,” demanded Gojo. 

In an instant, she came undone - writhing against her fingers as Gojo stood over her. 

Knock knock knock.

Reina jumped, her head whipping towards the door. Gojo groaned, extending his hand in her direction. He pulled her from the bed and slid the robe over her before answering the call.

“So help me God, if someone isn’t dying…”

“Too late for that,” Kugisaki stood in the hallway, Itadori behind her - noticeably out of breath. 

Fushiguro leaned against the wall, “How about a dead body in the hotel lobby?”

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chapter seventeen

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[kilikina34512]

I have so many of these! A few in particular where my still is a toddler’s tricycle instead. 😂

H...E...L...P!!! 😭😭

[sidegly]

i need more solangelo AUs where Will is ACTUALLY A NEPO BABY, like did we all just forget his mom is a singer and has been on tour and stuff??!

[taurasiscntybun]

Bite Bargains pt two

-DARK ROMANCE minors dni

-Vampire DT x femme reader

-Warnings: Dubious consent, blood kink (duh), oral, power dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, blood drinking, asphyxiation play 

-3.3k words

-literally AS ALWAYS thanks to my editor @taurasicomplex

Reader pov

The rum filled drink was making you less nervous but it wasn’t helping with your arousal, somehow basketball was doing more for you than most foreplay; and the thought of meeting Diana after the game. You glance to your right to the bench and startle to find Diana looking directly at you. When she notices you staring she doesn’t look away but instead meets your eyes, her gaze piercing and unmistakable. You look away first, turning your attention back to your glass but her brown eyes are seared in your mind, she had looked almost animalistic, like a panther ready to pounce. A thrill runs up your spine, you didn’t know what this meeting after the game would entail but based on her looks you were beginning to believe she’d be giving you a lot more than just her jersey.

The rest of the quarter goes by in a blur and every so often you find Diana looking at you. While you’re excited by the idea of her wanting you; it was the way she was looking at you, like she was stalking you down. Anxiety mingled with excitement when you caught her staring again. Finally the buzzer sounded and it was halftime; all the players started to head towards the tunnel except Diana. She stopped in front of you, looming over you with a grin on her face, the smile not quite meeting her eyes.

“Meet me over by the tunnel in three minutes.” Diana said softly and bent down next to you, she ran her cool lips against your neck and groaned.

“You smell so good angel, tunnel in three minutes, don’t disappoint me.” She straightened and ran towards the away tunnel. You watched her run away, your whole body buzzing with indecision, you stood up, realizing if you wanted to get to the tunnel in three minutes you needed to start moving now. You quickly sucked down the rest of your cocktail and grabbed your purse, starting to push through the crowd.

“I can’t not go like that would be crazy right?” You mutter to yourself and straighten your skirt as someone bumps into you, still slowly making your way towards the tunnel.

“I mean if she wants like a quickie that’s fine, obviously I want that duh, fuck chill.” You continue to mumble as you part the crowd, finally you reach the away tunnel. As you approach you're stopped by a security guard but Diana appears from seemingly nowhere to let you through.

”Fuck, took you long enough angel.” She says in a low tone and rolls her neck before motioning for you to follow her.

”That couldn’t have been more than three minutes, that’s how long it took me to walk from my seat.” You protest and hurry after her.

”Halftime is fifteen minutes, we’re down to ten now.” Diana states and ducks into the shower room.

“Uh ok?” You pick up the pace and slip into the room after her.

“Everyone is in the locker room, no one is here.” She motions around the room and points to a bench against the wall.

“Sit there and pull up your skirt.” Her tone is matter of fact, as if she already knows you will.

”I beg your pardon?”

“Don’t play dumb pet, why do you think I brought you here? Go sit on the fucking bench so I can eat your fucking cunt, now.” Her tone borders on a growl and there’s a moment of indecision, she notices.

”You can either walk over there or I will drag you over there, do you understand?”

You suck in a breath at her words and move across the room to the bench, already hiking your skirt up.

“You can’t just make me.” You huff and sit down on the bench, instantly she’s in front of you, her actions so quiet you didn't know she had moved.

“I don’t have to make you, pet, look at you on the bench with your skirt up and pussy dripping like a good little girl.” Diana’s finger traces your jaw before she drops to her knees in front of you, harshly parting your thighs.

“No wait Diana.” You fight against her grip to close your legs and she growls.

“What? What do you want?” She asks through clenched teeth, letting her grip on your thighs go slack.

“I can’t…you can’t…no I” You stutter and try to stand up, you glance down and see her large hand sprawled over your torso, she pushes you back on the bench; the move powerful but seemingly easy for her, her arm barely twitching.

“You can, and you will, now shut up, we have nine minutes now.” Diana keeps one hand on your torso, pressing you into the bench, her fingers flexing in the scratchy polyester jersey. She roughly parts your thighs with her other hand and her body.

“Mmm fuck, you smell so fucking good, I couldn’t think on the court, I needed you in my mouth, Im so hungry.” Diana groaned and kissed up your thigh, her hand now searching your torso for the end of the jersey. You lift up from the bench and untuck the large jersey from your skirt, pulling it up a bit more in the process. Instantly after you're done she’s pressing you into the bench again, her hand wandering under your jersey now. Her mouth finds your pantie covered core and you moan at her surprisingly cool breath against you. You start to lift up to let her pull your panties down but she firmly pressed you back down. You feel a sharp tug and hear a rip then gasp at the cool air on your exposed cunt.

”Fuck how did you?” You gasp as her tongue runs up your slit.

“Flimsy things, I guess I have sharp teeth.” Diana says against your cunt and you can feel the chilled huff of her laugh on your heated skin. Her hand under your shirt reaches your bra, she lifts the underwire, lifting the garment off your tits to settle around your neck. She quickly covers one of your exposed breast with her hand, her large palm scraping across your nipple.

”Oh god!” You exclaim as her mouth finds you again, her tongue ravishing your clit.

“So good pet, so pretty writhing under me, so needy even though you said no. If we had more time I’d punish you for lying.” She groans against your cunt, the vibrations of her words sending sparks of pleasure through you.

“W…why?” You stutter and rock your hips against her face.

“I’m hungry and you are delicious, I knew you would be, I could smell your sweet arousal pet.” She sucks at your entrance eliciting a moan from you.

“Fuck, seven minutes, you’re going to cum in the next minute.” Diana pulls your legs over her arms and reaches her hands up to grope your tits. The full weight of your legs on her arms not even bothering her. The new angle lifts your hips and Diana eagerly takes advantage of you spread wider. She laps at your pussy, alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting her tongue in your core.

“Oh fuck! Diana!” You moan and grind against her face, your orgasm fast approaching. She moans and focuses all her attention on your clit, sucking and licking.

“Six minutes, cum on my face pet.” Diana orders, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, her brown irises almost seeming to glow in dim lights of the empty shower room. Your breath hitches as you reach your peak and you feel a sudden sharp pain.

“What the fu-“ You start to protest but it turns into a moan; a fire spreading through your body. You could feel pleasure everywhere, your head clouded with lust. Your impending orgasm only seemed to grow, Diana’s sucking on your clit relentless. Finally you break, your hips jerk and your pussy spasms as your orgasm slams through you. Your whole body is aflame, your whole being throbbing with need.

“Diana.” You whine and she just groans in response, her breath slow and irregular as she continues to feast on you, her eyes rolling back in her head. You tremble as the torturous pleasure continues. Diana stops for a moment and locks eyes with you again. Her hand leaves your breast to grip your chin, forcing you to look at the top half of her face peaking from between your thighs.

“We have four minutes, you’re going to cum in under two, do you understand me pet?” Her grip on your chin turns painful and you whimper in response.

“We don’t have time for this! I asked you a fucking question, you’re going to cum in the next two minutes right pet?” She shakes your head side to side slowly as she speaks. You let out a whimper, accepting the nickname.

“Y…yes I’m going to cum in the next two minutes.” You pant out and she releases your chin. Before you can relax she smacks your cheek hard enough to leave a mark then turns her attention back to your tits.

“My…god… fuck!” You cry out.

Diana’s pov

“Mmm fuck, you smell so fucking good, I couldn’t think on the court, I needed you in my mouth, Im so hungry.” Diana moaned against her newest pet, she was the sweetest she’d tasted, indescribably addictive.

“Fuck, seven minutes, you’re going to cum in the next minute.” Diana maneuvers her around. She was still struggling a little bit. That was no good, Diana needed her at the height of pleasure, putty in her arms. She reaches up to grab her little pet’s tits, the warm tender flesh under Diana’s hands making her own core ache.

“Oh fuck! Diana!” She cries, Diana is greeted with another flood of arousal from her throbbing pussy. Diana focuses all her attention on her clit, making sure it is nice and swollen, flushed with arousal for when she bites.

“Six minutes, cum on my face pet.” Diana orders, her own body trembling with need and hunger. Her eyes shined with an unnatural glow. She looks up at her human, letting her see the predator in her as she devours her. Diana hears her breath hitch and she knows it’s her time to strike. Diana sucks her clit into her mouth and sinks her fangs into the engorged folds around it. The first taste of blood hits Diana’s tongue and she’s in ecstasy. The flavors of arousal and blood mixing on her taste buds. It was everything she needed.

“What the fu-“ Her pet started to protest, no doubt questioning the pain but she quickly succumbs to pleasure. Diana sucks harder, her tongue darting down to lap up her release. She groans low in her throat at the mingling tastes. Diana didn’t know if all vampires enjoyed the taste of cum as much as she did but to her it was nearly as good as blood; and mixed with blood was the flavor Diana was always craving. She knows her venom is coursing through her sweet little human right now, pure orgasmic bliss would be spreading like wildfire.

“Diana” She whines and Diana groans at the little noises she makes. Diana dips her head down a bit to gather more of her release then sucks a mouthful of blood. She can feel it in her very bones and her eyes roll back in her head. She struggles to remember to breath, she still needed to appear human to her little pet but she was so lost in her feast she forgot. Diana feels her start to tremble and pull away and she grabs her chin, forcing her to look in her ethereal eyes. She kept the lower half of her face covered, not sure if there was blood. She was pressed for time but she couldn’t get enough, and another orgasm wouldn’t take that long.

“We have four minutes, you’re going to cum in under two, do you understand me pet?” Diana squeezes her chin harder, her cold fingers digging into her soft cheeks. She needed another orgasm, she needed to taste her sweet little human again.

“We don’t have time for this! I asked you a fucking question, you’re going to cum in the next two minutes right pet?” Diana shook her head side to side and snarled, she wanted her submission.

“Y…yes I’m going to cum in the next two minutes.” Diana all at once releases her face, she gives her a smack as a reminder. She fondles her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers and tugging gently. Her pet is close again, Diana can feel her quivering on her tongue. She elongates her fangs waiting for the precipice.

“My…god… fuck!” She cries out, dangerously loud. Diana strikes, sinking her fangs in her sweet human’s pussy. She maneuvers her legs back over her shoulders and moves her hands from her tits to the bra; yanked up in disarray and settled against her pets neck. Diana grabs the fabric and pulls it, causing the fabric to cut off her airways, her little whimpering noises sending shivers down her spine.

“Such a good girl for me, you taste so good.” Diana coos as she sucks in another mouthful of blood. Her pet looks down at her wide eyed, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to draw air. She stared for a moment, how easy it would be, pull the bra a little tighter, so fragile. She releases her grip on the bra and she gasps beneath her. Diana takes one last long draw of blood, the slight pang of fear mixing with the heady arousal.

“I think our times up for now Angel, meet me after the game; I haven’t forgotten about your jersey.” She says, trying to compose herself. The taste of blood has soothed the gnawing hunger but now there was something almost as bad. She wanted this girl, her blood was intoxicating.

She’s thankful for the black warm up shirt and she wipes her face on the sleeve before looking up at her sweet little pet.

“Now hurry back to your seat, the second half is about to start.” Diana drolled, standing up from the floor and stretching a few times, she felt better than she had in a long time.

Reader pov

You watch baffled as Diana easily composes herself, and leans against the wall.

“Oh uh yeah is there a bathroom I can check in real quick?” You stand up on unstable legs, before you can fall Diana has wrapped her hand around your arm, you look down at her hand in disbelief, she’d moved so silently and quickly, she’d been by the door moments ago.

“This is the shower room, there’s probably a mirror angel. I have to get back. Remember after the game though.” She pulls you against her and buries her face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a groan; then hurries from the room.

“What the fuck?” You mutter and wander over to a vanity to stare at your reflection. Your makeup is ruined and hair is mussed but a little soap and water will fix it. You feel bad about going through anyone’s shower bag but surely one of the girls had makeup remover. You picked the girliest looking bag and your assumption was correct as you pull out a pack of makeup wipes. You make quick work of your clean up, cleaning your face and between your thighs. Your underwear was ruined however, now you’d have to be even more careful in your skirt. Satisfied with your appearance you slip out of the room and search for a security guard. The second half of the game is already underway, you can hear the cheers and rumblings of the crowd as you walk through the player hallway, finally you spot a security guard. You suck in a breath and roll your shoulders, ready to act.

”Excuse me, excuse sir please” You called, pitching your voice a little higher and making it a little slower. The guard turned around, obviously shocked to see you.

”Maam this area is off limits Im going to have to ask you to leave.” He says and takes a step towards you.

”Ugh I figured that out, Im trying to figure out how to leave! I was trying to get to the bathroom and there was this long line and then some girl said she knew another bathroom and then we walked down all these hallways; I come out of the bathroom and she’s gone! Now I’m missing the game, wandering around these stupid tunnels.” You walk towards him and look up at him with puppy dog eyes, your voice purposefully needy.

“Oh Im so sorry that happened to you maam, of course, do you know your seat number?” He asks and lightly touches your arm, men loved playing a white knight, he’d walk you right to your seat if you acted distressed enough.

“Oh the seats! I paid an arm and a leg for them, they’re court side, I saved up for months and now I’m missing the game.” You whine and pull out your phone to look at your ticket. You flip it around to show him.

”Im between the visitors bench and the scorers table.” You add helpfully and he nods.

”Of course, Ill get you back there in just a second. We’re gonna take the employee route since its faster and the game is going on so uh watch your step please cause I don’t want to get in trouble.” His too big ears redden at his words and you take a moment to study him, his too tall, all gangly limbs. He clearly got the security job because he was so tall; he was young too, probably only right out of high school with his dorky glasses and big ears.

“I promise I’ll be extra careful. Thank you again.” You gush and follow him.

”Of course, I know what it’s like to save up money for something, I dont want you to miss it.” He leads you through some tunnels under the court and end up by the vip bar on the floor.

“Wow I think I got it from here thank you so much?…”

”Peter, uh my names peter.” He says shyly and you pat his arm.

”Well thank you Peter.” You say and watch him walk back to the tunnels. Deciding to take advantage of the vip area you accidentally wound up in, you head to the bar.

The bartender looks at you and smiles.

“Things on that menu are complimentary and things on this menu are an up charge, I just need to see your ID sweetheart.” She says in a warm tone. You dig through your purse and produce your wallet handing your id over to her.

”Complimentary as in like free?” You ask and try to cover your shock, you knew vip was fancy but damn. The bartender just nods and hands your id back to you.

“Uh I’ll have two Bahama Mamas please.” You tell her and pull out a five for the tip jar. Behind you you heard the crowd roaring and knew someone from phoenix was shooting a free throw. You were almost nervous to watch the game; to see Diana out there playing with traces of you in her mouth, on her skin. To return to your seat and watch basketball like everything was normal and she didn't just make you cum twice in ten minutes was impossible to you. After a few moments the bartender sits your drinks on the counter. You pull out another five for the tip jar.

”Listen Im gonna slip out of vip and please don’t say anything, its a really long story.” You drop the money in the jar and grab the drinks, hoisting your pocketbook further up your shoulder so you can double fist the cocktails. As you slip by the ropes you look back and the bartender gives you a wink.

[erisenyo]

A late entry for @dilf-cember, but it's still technically the same week as the last set of prompts "take inspiration from another fanwork", even if it's not December anymore, so here is the product of all the inspiration the lovely @bismuthii gave me with their amazing, stunning, wonderful art!

[Ember and ash, how’s a man supposed to work like this? Especially with the little shit still here. Still sitting on his desk. Still with both feet on his chair. Still half-dressed and breathing heavy with frustrated anger, glower unrelenting and fingers tweaking at his own nipples. Wait. Tweaking at— “Your report, Lieutenant,” Prince Zuko says evilly, looking nearly feral with victory as he shoves a hand down to cup his dick through his uniform. Jee fumbles to understand why the brat looks so pleased, staring as Zuko shapes the fabric like he’s showing off every inch of himself.] OR, Lieutenant Jee has had it up to here with the stupid brat being so stupidly distracting when Jee has to do his stupid paperwork. Zuko is pretty sure Jee can have it up a bit more, if he applies himself.

Featuring unintentionally (intentionally) erotic firebending, squabbling as foreplay, Jee definitely not at all totally not having a thing for Zuko's feet, and creative incentives to get your paperwork done, and some gorgeous art!!

[ellie-writes-games]

Reposting, because I know a LOT of folks asked for more Spite content, and this post may have gotten missed in the holiday shuffle.

Lucanis Lunchboxes: Shoelace Bolognese

What if Lucanis packed Rook lunchboxes with little notes in them throughout the main story?

On the map, a "!" icon appears in the hallway just outside Rook's room in the Lighthouse. A temporary chest here holds a one-of-a-kind Valuable and a letter from Lucanis that is added to the Codex. Triggers after the Act 1 pantry scene, Lucanis romance only.

[SPOILERS] Read the letter from Spite (& Lucanis) below the line:

Something fun I've been playing with is comparing the different versions of Spite we meet in Veilguard:

There's the chaotic, petulant Spite we see talking to Lucanis.

And the stilted, impulsive outbursts we hear when Spite takes him over.

And the ruminative beat poetry Spite leaves behind in Lucanis' logbooks.

Like Lucanis, Spite has distinctive facets to how he talks depending on the subject and audience. Neither of them write quite like they speak, and I found these styles to be too consistent to consider it an accident. So I think it's a neat quirk and a worthy challenge to play with. Because it should sound like him, but not at the cost to losing those traits he leaves in his writing. Sorry, I ramble. Words are neat.

***Also, Spite has some markers in his canonical writing that can be misread as grammatical or spelling mistakes. For the love of the Maker -- it's done on purpose. :P

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Part of an on-going series of fan-writings. See the full Masterlist here.

This is fanfiction written by me, @ellie-writes-games. These are NOT actual screenshots from the game. Peace, love, and mad props to the DA writers.

[ofcrowsanddragons]

The specific type of obsession with a character that leads to you writing a lot of fanfiction and stopping every few hundred words to exclaim, "Why are you like this?"

[xyywrites]

Subtle Foreshadowing: Leaving Breadcrumbs

Foreshadowing is like seasoning—too much, and it overpowers the dish; too little, and the story feels bland. When done subtly, it’s a literary breadcrumb trail that readers can follow and later admire when they realize everything was right under their noses.

1. Use Everyday Details

The best foreshadowing hides in plain sight. Something that seems unimportant now can hold major significance later.

Example: A character mentions that they always lock their bedroom door at night. Later, it becomes crucial when someone tries to break in but fails.

2. Leverage Symbolism

Objects, colors, or recurring imagery can subtly point to future events.

Example: A withering plant in the protagonist’s room mirrors their deteriorating mental state, foreshadowing a breakdown.

3. Play With Dialogue

A seemingly casual line can become significant in hindsight.

Early in the story: “You’d have to be crazy to hike that trail alone.” Later: The protagonist ventures down the same trail, setting up a tense, isolated confrontation.

4. Introduce Red Herrings

Foreshadowing doesn’t mean making the ending obvious. Throw in details that distract or mislead while keeping the real clues subtle.

A character keeps looking at their phone nervously, making readers suspect they’re hiding something. The twist? They’re planning a surprise party, not plotting betrayal.

5. Use Minor Characters

Minor characters can be the perfect vessels for foreshadowing. Their insights or actions may seem trivial but later connect to the main plot.

A street vendor tells the protagonist, “Storm’s coming,” as they pass by. Later, this line doubles as both literal and metaphorical foreshadowing for the chaos ahead.

6. Drop Inconsistencies

Small contradictions in a character’s story or behavior can hint at hidden truths.

A character says they’ve never been to a certain city, yet they recognize its landmarks in a photo. This inconsistency later ties into their secret past.

7. Use Setting Details

The environment can hint at future events.

A creaky floorboard that annoys the protagonist early in the story becomes critical later when they use it to detect an intruder.

8. Plant Emotional Seeds

Foreshadow not just plot twists but emotional arcs as well.

A character who lashes out at small inconveniences foreshadows a larger anger issue that causes them to make a catastrophic decision later.

9. Utilize Themes

Tie foreshadowing into the story’s overarching themes for subtle yet powerful hints.

In a story about trust, repeated mentions of locked doors, broken promises, and hidden diaries all build to the climax where a betrayal occurs.

10. Trust Your Readers

The key to subtle foreshadowing is restraint. Trust your readers to connect the dots without spelling it out for them.

Instead of saying, “The cracked photo frame symbolized their fractured relationship,” simply describe the frame and let readers infer the connection.

Foreshadowing is an art of balance. It should enrich your story without pulling readers out of the narrative. Think of it as a game with your audience—leave just enough breadcrumbs so that when the twist hits, they’ll gasp and say, “Of course!”