#New writing

[fodenswhore]

🪴Spin the bottle

{In which a game of spin the bottle causes feelings to stir.}

help i wrote this when i first started watching awae in 2021. found it in my drafts on wattpad and decided to post it on here.

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Billy Andrews was insufferable. He was rude, irritating and extremely cocky. You hated him, and every little thing he did annoyed you - whether it was him tugging on your hair as you hung your hat and coat in the cloak room at school, or whether it was him simply breathing to loud. You hated him, he hated you, and that was that.

And so, when it was your turn to spin the bottle in Josie's childish game, you were utterly furious when the glass bottle landed on Billy. “No. No way. Absolutely not. I’m not doing this." You protested, shaking your head.

"Awww come on now Y/N, rules are rules." Billy smirked at you and stood up in the middle of the circle your classmates had created.

"Such stupid rules." You mumbled to no-one in particular, glancing over at Diana and Anne - both of whom gave you sympathetic looks. You stood up hesitantly and glared at the bottle on the floor.

You whipped your head to face Josie and gave her a pleading look, however she only raised her eyebrows expectingly at you. Clenching your jaw, you turned to Billy and shuffled towards him.

Once you were close enough, Billy leant in and whispered in your ear, "Come on Y/N, what are you so afraid of? It's just a kiss."

You narrowed your eyes at him and whispered back angrily, "I'm not afraid of kissing. However I am afraid of kissing you. You probably have some kind of incurable disease. I wouldn't want to catch it. It may give me your huge ego, or worse, your attitude."

Billy scowled and was about to retaliate when Josie cleared her throat and said, "Can the two of you hurry up and get on with it?”

Charlie, one of Billy’s friends, gestured to the rest of your classmates, “Yeah, we’re all waiting for you guys.”

Rolling your eyes you leant in close to Billy who cupped your cheek with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath and glanced up to find Billy staring at you curiously, as if he was expecting you to back off and punch him in the gut. When you didn't back away, he allowed your mouths to brush ever so softly before capturing your lips with his.

As he kissed you, warmth filled you from head to toe, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, and your hand instinctively travelled to the back of his neck - thus pulling him closer to you.

The kiss was soft and sweet. And because it was your first kiss, it was everything you had dreamt it would be like. You felt torn and confused, you hated Billy! However you couldn't ignore the feeling of bliss that fell upon you when your lips met his.

And then, as quickly as the kiss had started, it was over. You pressed your palms against Billy's chest and softly pushed him away. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen ever so slightly - you could only assume you looked the same.

Diana coughed quietly and you shook your head lightly as if to shake yourself from your daze. You quickly sat back down in the circle next to Ruby and began brushing invisible dust off the skirt of your dress, whilst ignoring the snickers from your friends. Billy swallowed thickly and wiped his hands on his trousers before sitting back down. He snook a glance at you quickly before moving his gaze back to the bottle.

“Okay," Josie said, clasping her hands together and allowing her eyes to travel over the faces in the room almost like a lion scouring for prey. A small smirk graced her lips as her eyes locked on the next victim of the game. “Anne's next."

[iamnotthenewwriter]

Sirius Black is just average height

Remus Lupin is really tall

Sirius Black is slim

Remus Lupin is muscular

Sirius Black has delicate features

Remus Lupin has strong features

Sirius Black wears clothes that make him look bigger

Remus Lupin wears clothes that make him look softer

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Simplicity*

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, pregnancy sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Summary: Something as simple as Harry scrolling on his phone can send a pregnant Yn into a frenzy

okay so i actually ended up making another account recently and posted anonymously there but i’ll post the ones i wrote here LMFAOOOOO

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Yn steps out of the shower carefully, wrapping a fluffy towel around her as she makes her way to her bathroom sink and mirror, drying off and wrapping her bathrobe around her before she begins her after shower routine.

She smiles softly at her round belly, applying some cream to the forming stretch marks and just appreciating the growth. There were only three months left in her pregnancy, the time flying by and only making her and Harry unbelievably excited for their first child to come into the world.

When she’s all finished in there, she heads out to their bedroom to get dressed and sees Harry away and checking his phone. She takes in the sight of him just scrolling on his phone with barely any clothing, just some boxers. His hair is a bit messy from sleep and the stubble on his face is evident because of the early hours of the morning.

Yn gets a bit lost in thought, thinking about how he buried himself between her thighs when they got home last night, that same stubble leaving a delicious burn on her inner thighs. She clenches her thighs together unknowingly, and they’re getting a bit damp as she daydreams until she’s interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

She quickly snaps out of it, relaxing her legs as she looks to Harry who is now sitting up, his feet flat on the floor. Her heart speeds up when she sees the knowing smirk on his face, a glint in his eye as she gets a bit embarrassed that she’s been caught.

He’s just staring her down from his spot before reaching toward her. She steps closer so he can reach her and he pulls her to stand between his legs, leaning his neck up a bit to press a kiss to her lips. He moves her so she’s in his lap, her belly pressing against his a bit. His lips immediately trail down her jaw and to her neck, pressing chaste kisses to her collarbone.

Her lack of clothing beneath her robe becomes obvious the more he kisses her, a small wet patch starting to form at the spot she’s sitting. He chuckles when he feels the warmth, pulling away from her neck for a brief moment.

“Woke up needy f’me, hm?” he teases, softly nipping at a sensitive part of her neck. She hums at his question, reaching between them to his semi hard cock and palming it through his thin boxers.

“Seems like I’m not the only one needy,” she replies, quick to tease him the same way he did her.

“Guess you’re right,” he chuckles lightly, but his mood quickly shifts as he maneuvers her until she’s straddling his leg, “But we’re gonna get you taken care of first, how’s that sound?” he finishes, pulling away to look at her and make sure she wants this.

“Yes, please that’s okay,” she immediately replies, and he laughs softly at her excitement, making her pout and open her mouth to reply.

He beats her to it, rolling his eyes playfully. “Oh, shush. Just teasin’ you, baby,” he tsks, reaching to untie her robe and slip it down her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor carelessly. He wastes no more time, gripping her hips and helping her to move along his leg, right on his tiger tattoo.

The feeling shocks her for a moment, a small whine falling from her lips at the feeling of the muscle against her swollen clit. Her body bows a bit at the unexpected pleasure and her hand fly up to his shoulders to keep herself stable.

Harry just watches her intently, using her reactions to gauge whether or not he’s doing the right thing. His worries are gone within seconds, though, and he smiles in relief when she starts to work herself along his thigh, not leaving him to work as much while she chases her orgasm.

He knows she’s about to cum when her breath catches and her hips stutter, so he keeps his grip firm to not knock off her pace, knowing that her orgasm will go away if he doesn’t do the exact same thing he’s doing now. He goes the extra mile and starts to encourage her softly, praising her and the way she’s taking hold of her pleasure and showing him what she needs.

That sends her over the edge immediately, a loud and long moan leaving her lips as she cums hard on his thigh, her cum making the tiger glisten. “Just like that,” he praises, helping her come down. His lips are pressing soft kisses all over her to help ground her, sweet nothings falling from her lips. When she’s all recovered she sits up and presses her lips to his, shocking him with the intensity. He thought she’d be tapping out for the night but she has other plans, reaching into his boxers and taking his leaking cock into her hand.

He chokes on a surprised moan, bucking his hips into her hand as she starts to slowly stroke him, teasing him. She pulls away from his lips slowly, her chest heaving from the lack of air.

“Can I ride you?” she asks almost innocently, making Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. She hasn’t requested this position in quite a while, and understandably so. He takes one look at her and realizes just how much she wants this, but he always double checks to give her some time to back out.

“Yeah? Wanna be on top tonight?” he questions, his thumb rubbing circles on her hip. She nods enthusiastically, and he’s happy to meet her request, lifting his hips slightly to slip his boxers down enough to free his cock entirely. “Well, hop on then. Show me what y’got,” he teases, but he’s shutting up when she sinks down onto him, her swollen walls so tight around him he’s rendered speechless.

She sits with their hips pressed together until she gets used to the slight stretch, wasting no time in placing her hands on his hips and using them as leverage to move herself up and down along his throbbing cock. Each lift leaves his cock coated in her juices from her orgasm and arousal, some of the cream leaving a ring at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, feels s’good,” he whines placing his hands on her hips once more to keep her steady. His head is thrown back as she works herself on him, his mouth falling open in pleasure.

She goes on like this for about five minutes or so before she’s stopping her hips with an annoyed groan, making his head shoot up so he can see what’s wrong. Before he can ask, though, she’s explaining the reason for ceasing her actions.

“Hurts,” she whines, making him stop immediately and lift her up slightly to pull out of her carefully. He goes to speak up to ask what’s wrong but she speaks up first. “Gave me a cramp in my legs, can you try and spoon me, give it to me that way?” she questions, and he’s instantly obliging, helping her get into position.

“Course, mama,” he nods firmly. Slipping behind her and rubbing on her belly for a brief moment. “However you need it. Ready f’me again?” he questions once they’re all settled and he’s lined up at her entrance, her puffy folds snug around him.

As soon as he has her verbal consent he is slipping back into her in one smooth thrust, the angle pressing him against her g spot immediately. She moans out loud at the pressure, her hand reaching down to grip the sheet below her.

“Ah, that’s the spot, hm?” he grunts, starting to push himself in and out of her at a steady pace. She nods absentmindedly with a deep groan as she realizes she’s already close and this won’t last if she holds it.

It’s like Harry can read her mind, reaching forward and lifting her leg up at an angle, making him get impossibiy deeper. “Don’t y’dare fuckin’ hold back. Don’t have t’wait for me,” he grunts his words pushing her closer and closer combined with the angle. “You can let it go,” he coos, keeping his pace even so he doesn’t ruin this for her. “Cum for me, cum all over your husband’s cock,” he finishes, and that’s all it takes for her upper body to give out, her head falling against the pillow while her hips buck against his, her hole clenching so tight around him that he cums as well, thick ropes of cum coating her twitching walls.

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[nowthisis-dark]

I crack his skull open, and there I am,my face engraved on his brain, staring back at me. The familiarity is haunting. I reach for the fractured pieces of him, trying to rinse away my reflection, scrubbing until my fingers are raw. But the stain is adamant. No matter how hard I try, I cannot erase myself from him.

I mash what remains, feeling the soft, fragile tissue turn to pulp beneath my hands. These are the pieces of a future I've shredded. My fingers tremble, and a memory flickers a time he was whole, laughter in his eyes, his hand brushing against mine with warmth. The echo of it stabs through my chest.

I stare at the mess I’ve created, the blood smeared across the floor like paint splatters in a sick art piece, and a gush of disgust washes over me. I’m drenched in his blood, his life force clinging to my skin. The metallic tang floods my senses, stinging my nose, coating my throat until I taste it on my tongue. The smell is overwhelming, suffocating. My tears mix with the river of blood, trickling down in thin, salty streams.

I kneel down, forcing my cold, red hands to reach out, to caress his face. My hand hovers inches from his cheek, but I can’t bring myself to close the gap. I want to weep, to scream, to purge this horror from my soul but my voice is frozen, paralyzed in the back of my throat, trapped as if by chains.

"He was weak." The voice slithers through my mind, dark and scornful, dripping with satisfaction. "We did him a mercy." It's her the other one. She has no regret, no disgust, only pride, as if she’s surveying a masterpiece. The feeling of her satisfaction coils in my chest, foreign yet familiar, a vile pleasure that makes me shudder.

“No,” I whisper, barely recognizing the voice as my own. I shake my head, willing her away. She’s gone now, I tell myself, trying to believe it, trying to feel the relief that never comes. I look around for something to cling to, something real. My eyes land on a delicate silver locket around my neck a gift from my mother. A symbol of who I am. Of who I was. But as I touch it, even this feels tainted, stained beyond redemption.

My knees give way, and I collapse onto the floor, pressing my forehead into the sticky mess, my hands digging into the splinters of his shattered skull. And in that moment, I realize that no matter how many times I scrub, no matter how hard I try to erase her, she will always be a part of me, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for her chance to take control.

I don’t know how long I stay there, lost in the horror of my own creation. My voice finally escapes me, a low, broken wail that echoes through the silence. But even as I scream, there’s a sliver of doubt lodged in my mind a cold, sinking realization.

Maybe… I don’t want her gone. Maybe… I need her.

~K

[icaruswithwingsofwater]

Deadass 😌🫡

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Check out The Locked Door on AO3 👀

Username is: icaruswithwingsofwater 🪼

Here’s the link (just in case ✌🏻): https://archiveofourown.org/works/54353242/chapters/137667130

[eywaseclipse]

You speak to Olo’eyktan

Time jump Neteyam edited by me

Please do not repost my edits elsewhere!

[inopinatus-ea]

WELCOME

Welcome to the Kingdom of Annisgwyl ruled by King Branoc, father of Crowne Prince Emery

and Prince Raiden

The kingdom in embattled in an internal civil war and an additional war from a neighboring kingdom that wants to steal part of their land. To try and shore up their forces, King Branoc makes a deal with the Lord of another neighboring kingdom, Uchelgais, King Mavros. If Mavros will marry his only daughter, Princess Adelia

to Crowne Prince Emery and provide soldiers, then Branoc will promise mineral and ore rights to Mavros. However, things go bad from the time that Adelia and her guard, Drach

are introduced to the princes. Things only go downhill from there, leading to the possibility of Emery being replaced as heir. Will the contract and treaty fall through? Has Raiden got ulterior motives? What exactly does Drach know, and who about? And is anyone safe in the house of Branoc when the lights go out?

Coming soon to a blog near you.....

[cljordan-imperium]

I FINALLY POSTED

*sighs*

Okay, I've scheduled the last chapter of each storyline except @theimperiumchronicles to post about every two hours for the next day or so. Just so everyone can get caught up.

I posted the newest chapter of @whileyouwait-dm TODAY.

Tomorrow I'm going to post something from @theimperiumchronicles. I'm not sure if it's going to be from @amayadartan or @graeadalicia. It will most likely be one of those two, although I have a chapter for Amon visiting Abriella and one for Jasper almost ready as well. I may have to create new side blogs for them as well. *gets out the flowcharts and spreadsheets cuz...*

I have been writing while feeling like crap, just being online required too many spoons. After a couple of infusions and some steroids, and treatments, I am doing better. Thank you for those who have checked on me and supported. It means more than you know. *huggles*

Stories coming...and...I have a new story coming...I know...I know...shut up...This is what happens when I'm bed bound...

@pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @dreaminggoblin @watermeezer

@saltysupercomputer @toribookworm22 @frostedlemonwriter @mama-ivy

@crowandmoonwriting @jadeglas @blind-the-winds @abalonetea

[gentle-author]

Όταν βοηθάς κάποιον σε ανάγκη, όταν είσαι ερωτευμένος, όταν πιάνεις την ζωή από τα μαλλιά και την κυνηγάς μέχρι τέλους, όταν νιώθεις βαθιά, όταν επιμένεις στους στόχους σου, όταν δεν τα παρατάς, όταν κάνεις τους δίπλα σου να χαμογελούν, όταν έχεις αυτογνωσία, όταν αγαπάς.

Μόνο τότε μπορείς να λέγεσαι άνθρωπος πραγματικά.

Copyright © 2024 Christine Aggeli. All rights reserved.

[wordherders-hat]

Patreon Launched: Queer Novel released

Hello everyone! I am pleased to say my patreon is now live (click here to visit and have a look around). Clicking on the 'About' tab will bring further instructions on how best to navigate the page if you're new to Patreon.

The prologue of my new queer fantasy novel, Hymn of Sand and Stars, is now available to all members for free along with some previously published complete stories. Chapter one will release tomorrow 9th August at 11:00 PDT and will be accessible to all paid members at the minimum amount. Further chapters will drop on a monthly basis.

The dedicated Discord server is now also live and you can get an invite link by signing up on Patreon at the Apprentice tier or higher. For those of you who feel able to contribute at higher tiers, artwork will also drop tomorrow 9th August and BTS content will release throughout the month.

Whether you already know my writing or are just willing to signal boost a new queer story, please reblog and help spread the word on any platform you can. It would mean the world to me if you'd come on this wander through words with me!

[iamnotthenewwriter]

Cold

Prompt suggested by @abbystromboli

Warning! Smut ⚠️

One shot

Draco was waiting for Harry at the top of the astronomy tower, he had an awful day and just wanted to see Harry and feel better thanks to him.

Harry walked up the stairs, taking the invisibly cloak off when he reached the top of the tower and seeing Draco there waiting for him.

“Hey.” Harry almost whispered as he walked up to Draco who was sitting down onto the rather cold ground, he leaned down and placed a soft tender kiss on the male’s forehead before sitting down next to him.

“I missed you.” Draco mumbled quietly as he rested his head against Harry’s shoulder, the blonde looked sad and Harry wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulders as his thumb slowly rubbed against the soft, yet way too thin for that cold night, fabric of Draco’s white crisp shirt.

Harry brushed his nose against Draco’s hair, he took in his scent of fresh expensive leather, something woody and something sweet. “I missed you too.” The shorter male replied softly.

“It’s cold.” Draco whined as he shuffled closer to Harry’s body, the green eyed male pulled Draco into a hug as he made him sit in his lap.

“Better?” Harry asked as he wrapped his arms about Draco, the blonde wrapped his own arms around Harry’s neck as he straddled the male’s hips.

Draco nodded as he looked down at Harry and when their eyes met he leaned down to kiss the other, the tender kiss quickly deepened as Draco pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth exploring it once again.

Harry needed so desperately to feel Draco’s skin against his, he was quick to unbutton and toss the blonde’s shirt onto the floor while Draco did the same with his shirt.

“Harry…” Draco whispered as Harry kissed the other’s chest, brushing his tongue against his pale pink nipples.

Harry gently pushed Draco down onto the cold floor, the blonde arched his back as the other started taking his pants off and before he could realize Harry was already freeing the male’s hard boner from his underwear.

“Please…” Draco moaned when Harry lowered his head to lick the male’s tip, swirling his tongue around it before taking it into his mouth.

Draco bit his bottom lip as he tried to keep quiet, it was late and everyone was sleeping already but they still needed to keep quiet and hopefully no one would find them.

Harry bobbed his head up and down Draco’s cock, the blonde reached down and grabbed Harry’s dark hair into his clenched fists and gently pulled on it.

A handful of minutes later Harry pulled away from Draco, his lips wet and red as he caught his breath. “Turn around for me.” He told Draco and he was quick to do as he had been told while Harry took his own pants and underwear off finally.

Draco looked back to see Harry on his knees behind him, the dark haired male leaned down and spread the blonde’s cheeks apart. He admired the pink ring of muscles before he slowly ran his tongue against it, the hole twitched and clenched around the air as Draco covered his mouth with his pale hand as he tried to keep quiet.

“I’m ready, please Harry…” Draco said as he tried to hold back his moans, he could hear Harry shift behind his before aligning his cock with Draco’s hole.

Harry pushed his tip in and his hold tightened as his fingers clenched on Draco’s hips, probably leaving marks there, and the blonde couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Harry, Harry…” he moaned out the other’s name loudly as Harry slowly pushed his whole length into the male, be felt so tight and warm it was hard to keep his movements slow at first.

Unfortunately someone was walking near the tower and heard their loud moans, the older male walked up the stairs quickly and his facial expressions was disgusted and horrified when he reached the top of the tower.

“Potter!” Severus Snape was standing there in his black robes, Harry was quick to pull out of Draco in shock. The blonde widened his eyes and tried to get dressed, blushing as he was so embarrassed they had been caught and by none other than Snape.

“This is unacceptable, you are going to be expelled!” The man said as he looked at Harry.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Me: Okay, I think this one shot will be about 3,500 words! It's just fluff, so shouldn't get too long.

Also me, checking the word count: Oh. Word count: 4,906 (This is my way of announcing that a new long fluffy one shot will be out very soon—hopefully tomorrow!)

[nowthisis-dark]

Death is my neighbour, arriving each evening to sit with me over a cup of coffee. He is a silent guest, yet when he speaks, his words are forged in brutality and laced with sin.

The world trembles before him, and I see the ache in his gaze each time he meets their fearful eyes. His own eyes are endless, an onyx abyss where I find my strange and chaotic peace.

Rarely does he laugh, and now I understand why his laughter is a venom, luring you into oblivion.

He watches me with a hunger that scorches, a longing that both entices and consumes.

His hand rises, gentle yet scorching, as he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, leaving his warmth seared into my skin.

In his presence, I feel wanted, cherished in a way that only the damned can understand. He beckons me, urging me closer, towards his Home the sanctuary of the Afterlife, a dwelling wrapped in eternal night.

I abandon every voice but his, for he is my quiet amidst the storm, my final reprieve. To him, I am the shadowed depths, and he is the solitary star I reach for, the only light that breaks through my endless darkness.

~K

[icaruswithwingsofwater]

In lieu of . . . the news, I wanted to share something soft and happy from my private life after taking a day to relax and reflect. ✨

This is from my personal art journal, which I’ve been working on this year. I used to have an art journal during the ‘art hoe’ movement of my high school years, but I went through a sad, depressed, and angry phase where I thought my art sucked and threw it away regrettably (along with several of my previous sketchbooks and other things I deeply miss). But now I have a new one that I started a few months ago and have been using it as an outlet for my mental health and creativity. It’s been so freeing and good for me. My therapist and fiancé love it! And I love it, too. I hope you can as well 💕

Speaking of updating, The Locked Door chapter 20 will be updated on November 16th at 11 AM EST time. Be there to see if Kiara comes back LMAO 😩

Until then, I’m sorry, guys . . . But tomorrow will always come, so hold your heads high, and we can do it. 🫰🏻

Fuck’em,

Kate 💙

[eywaseclipse]

Neytiri aesthetic by me