#The original stuff is all lying in a metaphorical drawer

[michaelmilligan]

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27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Hmmm. I'd say the most stressful characters to write are the ones I personally dislike. As in, not necessarily the ones who are bad/mean people, because they can be great characters. (Looking at you, Michael!) But the ones I'd want to remove from the narrative with a flame-thrower. So I'd say John Winchester is definitely up there, but I also have a WIP with AU!Michael in the Dean vessel and yeah... That guy always makes me want to get out a baseball bat whenever he's on screen in the show, and I'm trying to accurately portray him in the WIP, so he makes my blood pressure go up, lol.

Generally, I'd say writing people who have a calm demeanour and smile a lot but will absolutely kill your family without a second thought is stressful. Unless those characters are also cool and I like them. Hope this helps. <3

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

Ah. Very little. I constantly have to google things like 'How do grades work in high schools in Minnesota' or 'Supermarkets in the US' to make sure I don't embarrass myself too much. But okay, that's because I don't live in the US and can only pick up so much from media.

On a less geographically specific note, I always fear my insight into and understanding of people, their motivations and thoughts, is lacking. Especially when the people I write about have different opinions and life experiences from me.

Wait, this was about what I DO know. Okay. So:

1. Bert and Ernie are gay...

2. There's a difference between the median and the average of things, and you should always differentiate which one is used (if any of the two - there are also other measurements) and be critical about what that number actually means. Especially in statistics, when conclusions are drawn from certain figures in a study and stuff like that. Just. Be aware. (Also be aware of percentages. A 50% rise in probability sounds like a lot and possibly alarming until you look at the actual numbers and realize the probability has gone up from 1% to 1.5%.)

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

This is a difficult question. There have been times in my life where I've barely written (if at all), but it was more that I had other things going on rather than me giving up. I mostly write for myself, and have only recently started sharing the fanfics part online. (It's been a little more than a year.)

Before that, only my closest friends and family got so much as glimpses of my writing (mostly original stuff). Writing is almost automatic for me - the ideas are there, anyway, and I spend a lot of time in my own head thinking about them. Writing them down is just a way to retain the ideas, to bring them in a form that I can enjoy again later on. (Yes, I read my own stuff. No, I don't always like it. But some of it is entertaining.)

So writing is more an outlet so that the stories don't get lost in my brain. And even when the writing is bad, the idea is still preserved, and I could always re-write it to salvage the story.

As for specific stories... Sometimes it's hard to get myself to write, but it's mostly because I get hung up on a certain scene and don't know how to get to a part that's more fun. This can keep a story in limbo for a long time. But what usually helps is to - once again - spend some time in my own head thinking of that scene, getting myself motivated for it again. And then forcing myself to put sentences into my Open Office Doc, even if they're not great. I can always fix them later. As long as there's a basis I can go back and re-do it.

So tl;dr: I don't really ever think about stopping to write. If anything, I would stop sharing my writing. Because the stories are a part of my life and I don't want to lose any of them (Shout out to my fifty billion WIPs). I'd still write if I thought I was terrible (which I do sometimes) and if I lost motivation I'd just take a break (on a specific story or just in general) and then come back later more refreshed.

[thediamondgirl17]

Alpha! Goshiki x Omega! Reader: That Day In The Gym (NSFW) Part 5

I know, I know. I haven’t written another part to this in a long while. But I have another part for you right here! I guess I kept putting it off because its 18+ and I’m not the best at writing this kinda stuff...But we are gonna see how it goes! As always I hope you enjoy, and if you want another part, or you have a request, feel free to ask! 

Warnings: Rated R, 18+

    Your cheeks were red and you felt like every breath to enter your lungs was weighing you down. That feeling stirring inside your stomach at the moment was not all puppy love and innocence now. You were in the arms of an Alpha who treated you so right and smelled like warm lavender, while also standing in his room filled with his scent, and had just stopped quiet the make out session. No wonder you had been hurled into your heat without warning. Your burning forehead rested against his chest for a moment and your chest heaved up and down. 

    “Wh-what?” The purple haired boy asked. However, he really didn’t need to ask at all. He could smell it, clear as day. He convinced himself that the question was for your own comfort and not his, he was lying. “D-do you...want to leave?” He asked with his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. He didn’t want you to leave, especially like this, and all the other Alpha’s on campus. It already made his blood boil with just the thought. But then again, if you stayed here it was fairly obvious of what was about to happen. 

    “Y-yes...,” You whispered. And that had set the spiker’s inner Alpha ablaze. His own pupils dilated and he leaned down getting so close to your face that your noses brushed up against one another’s. 

    “You’re sure?” He questioned with his breath brushing against your lips. Just from the tone of his voice anyone would be able to tell that he was hanging on your next words. Either the ones that would have him push you out of his dorm to control himself, or the ones that would allow him to ravish you and cure the aching that resided between your legs. 

    “...Yes. I-I am..,” You said softly. And with that his lips smashed against yours in a way that they never had before. Before the two of you would share sweet innocent and loving kisses. Ones so sweet that they would rot the teeth of those around you, metaphorically of course. But now, it was completely different. His hands gripped harshly on your waist to the point where you felt the skin under his fingertips start to bruise. You knew he wasn’t trying to be rough with you, if anything he was holding himself back from doing just that. So you had forgiven him mentally for the bruises, hickies, and whatever else he wanted to leave you with that night. 

    Your lips were moving together in a messy but fluid motion. The heat of lust taking over the both of you as you allowed your instincts to go on from this point. His hands on your hips, lips crashing together, tongues dancing in sync with one another. It was as if, even with the close proximity, the two of you weren’t able to get enough of each other. 

    The only time you were really brought back to the reality of this whole situation was when you were shoved down onto the bed under you. Your back bounced a bit off the springy mattress and you found yourself surrounded, and drowning, in the scent of warm lavender. You reached up to the purple haired Alpha as he climbed above you, and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down for another ferocious kiss. 

    It wasn’t exactly a secret that the both of you were...well...the best way to describe it is ‘hot and horny.’ But the moment you had actually realized what was about to happen, was when you felt right what was in his pants brush against your leg as you kissed. Your cheeks heated up. Two parts of your mind were very active at this time. One part of you was dyeing to get undressed and start this whole process to sooth your aching desires. Yet the other part of you realized that you had never actually done this before and nervousness was setting in. However the other side of you was much more powerful. It made sense though, during your heat your true omega did fully come out. 

    Goshiki’s hands slid up under your shirt and pushed up the fabric with his wrists as he let his hands explore your body. HIs own cheeks were flushed a fiery red, but his pupils were blown out as every single inch of his being was taking in every single inch of your own being. His hands groped at your breasts that hid behind your bra. You whimpered and looked off to the side. Normally your breasts weren’t this sensitive, but then again...you were in heat. You sat up a bit and slipped off your shirt for him and he did the same. This gave your eyes plenty of time to gaze over his well built body. His muscles were there, very evident, yet subtle. 

    As you were looking him over his lips connected with your neck and he started to nip, kiss, lick, and suck wherever he was able to. He nuzzled his face against your scent glands, and that drove you crazy. His soft breath and sweet hungry kisses peppered all around the area, and it made your back arch ever so slightly off of the bed below you. You couldn’t see him, but you knew just from the way he kissed you that he had a grin plastered across his lips. That little fact made you feel a bit more comfortable. 

    His fingers looped under the rim of your school skirt and he tugged them down and off your body, leaving you in only your undergarments. Which by the way did not match. But it wasn’t like at this point the either of you cared. The only thing on your mind was the Alpha climbing between your legs. And the only thing he was thinking about were the soaked panties that blocked his view and touch to your entrance. 

    “...I’m gonna ask one more time.” He said, almost like a growl. His nose brushed against your clothes clit and it made you gasp for air. “Are you okay with this-?” 

    “Yes! Yes!” You yelped and grabbed the bedsheets under you. “Yes! Please Tomu! Please!” You cried. You had silently swore to yourself that if this had lasted any longer then you would go clinically insane from him not touching you in the areas that you needed it. 

    “Alright.” He said softly. And though he sounded confident a million things ran through his overactive mind. Goshiki was the kind of Alpha who wanted everything to be perfect. His spikes, blocks, serves, everything was practiced to perfection. This was the one thing that he had never practiced, and all he knew was that he wanted to master it. And fast. 

    He hooked his hands around the band of your panties and pulled down the half soaked cloth. He tossed it aside and let his eyes gaze over what was in front of him. His staring made you so embarrassed, yet needy. You reached your hand down and whined softly as your fingers ran through his hair. You gulped and watched him lick his lips. 

    Within seconds of that whine, his mouth pressed against your lips in a sloppy way. You gasped and felt your eyes roll back as his tongue found that sweet little nub that he searched for. He hummed onto you and gripped your plush thighs beside his face and pulled you closer to him. He was acting as if you were the best tasting thing in the world, and to him you were. He harshly suckled around the spots that you would squeal and whine and moan or thrash. He made sure to drag out the feeling nice and long. 

    Your body felt white hot and you needed him to let you cum, and you needed it now. You gently bucked your hips against his lips and he happily obliged by licking and sucking harsher on your sensitive little bud. Almost in an instant you felt a ripple of burning hot pleasure originating from your core rip up through your spine. Your back arched off the bed a bit and you let out a pornographic moan as your orgasm tore through you. The purple haired Alpha released his mouth from you and licked his lips as he looked down at your twitching figure, still calming down. 

    “I can’t wait anymore.” He said quietly. You heard the buckle of his belt being undone and your cheeks heated up, even in your post orgasmic state. You gulped as you watched him pull off his pants and shake them off his legs. And next came his boxers. Your eyes widened a bit. For a man of his size, he was blessed pretty well. Just from looking at him you estimated at least 7 inches. You gulped and looked up at him. He himself was just leaning over you and lining himself up. “I would have prepped you better...But I think I’m gonna explode.” He whispered into your ear. 

    “W-wait!” You cried. And he looked down at you. It had taken everything in him to stop what he was doing. He looked worried that he had done something wrong. “C-condom...,” You mumbled and looked off the the side. The purple haired boy blinked and his cheeks heated up. 

    “Y-you’re right. I got ahead of myself little Omega.” He said and moved the to side to grab a condom from his drawer. “Good girl for reminding me.” He slid it onto himself and shuddered at the feeling of himself practically fisting his own cock. You however had cheeks extremely red from the praise and how he said it. 

    Then you were back in the same position as you were before. You grasped onto his shoulder and he leaned down so that his face was right by your ear. And soon you felt his foreign tip gently press against your entrance. You gasped and held him tightly. And he began to whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushed himself in. 

    “Your such a good little Omega...Your doing so well...I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He whispered and nipped at your ear. The new stretch was...interesting to say the least. It was painful because you weren’t used to something so big, and yet it felt so good when his length dragged along the inside of your walls. You grabbed at his shoulders more, gently scratching them and leaving a few marks. You panted and whined at the feeling. And when he finally bottomed out you let your body relax a little bit. “I’m going to start moving...Hold still little one...,” He whispered. 

    The pace he set was unforgiving. Almost immediately he grabbed your hips with an iron clad grip and pounded his hips against yours. The both of you were in fucked out heaven. Groans and grunts leaving his lips, and loud squealing moans leaving your own. It was so amazing how almost after a few thrusts he had found just the right position inside you to make you cry out louder and scratch harsher at his back. 

    “H-harder...F-faster...P-please!” You cried. All your demands were met by the Alpha as he groaned. The pleasure shooting through you with each thrust was almost unimaginable. It was heaven, and your Alpha was your angel. Your nails dug deeper into his shoulders and you cried out softly. Every little grunt and moan bounced off the walls and echoed back into both of your heads. Soon enough you had felt yourself tighten around him, either it was that or he himself had gotten bigger, and you whined and whimpered against him. 

    “G-go ahead little Omega.” He mumbled. “I know you want to.” His voice at this point was raspy and breathy. It rumbled through your core just enough to mix with the feeling shooting up from your core and you felt yourself cumming. The poor Alpha himself couldn’t exactly handle the feeling and hit his climax as well. 

    There was a few moments of silence and heavy breathing between the two of you. The room was warm and smelled like a nice mixture of both of your scents. He collapsed down beside you and pulled you close to him, not like you could really move away from the position you were in. Both your lustful eyes calmed down a bit and you panted. 

    “Th-this won’t exactly be a one and done thing...,” You panted in a voice barely above a whisper. 

    “Don’t worry...I’ll take care of you.” He said with his voice low. He smiled softly and pushed some hair behind your ear. “Because your mine.” He added. 

    That made your heart swell and your cheeks heat up. You pressed your chest against his and leaned up to give him a sweet loving kiss. Almost payment for what he was going to be doing to you for the rest of the week. 

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[thatlesbiannudistcult-stories]

Finding Goddess (Chapter 22)

Carol's mind was in a haze. So much that she couldn't even recall making the trip back to her room. One moment, she was naked, alone, and on the verge of tears in her daughters' shared closet. The next, she was lying facedown in her bed, sobbing into her pillow.

She wanted to be a Zenrist. She wanted to be a Zenrist so much it hurt. She wanted to live naked and carefree until the end of her days, never having to worry about the clothes she hated so much. She wanted to live a sexually-liberated life, where she could make love to whatever girl she wanted wherever she wanted. She wanted...she wanted the Goddess! But she couldn't...she couldn't have any of those things. Her daughters couldn't stand them, and by extension, they wouldn't be able to stand her. They'd be ashamed and uncomfortable living with an eternally nude parent, and the sight of all her private parts would sicken them. They wouldn't look at her, they wouldn't even talk to her. In time, they'd grow distant, and before she would realize it, she would be completely estranged from her own daughters.

No, she wouldn't allow that! She had come this far raising her girls all by herself. She wouldn't dare traumatize them with the constant sight of her nude body, nor would she tarnish her relationship with them when they were this close to adulthood. She would continue to be a normal mother, or at least as normal a mother as she had been for this past decade. A normal mother who wore clothes and only made love in private. Not one who would have anything to do with a lesbian nudist cult.

Wiping her eyes dry, the nudist pushed herself up to her dresser, where her clothing awaited, ready to cover her every inch of beautiful, bare, glistening flesh. But as Carol opened the drawer, she couldn't help but flinch as her eyes fell upon the piles and piles of folded...things before her, each one ragged to the touch and designed to hide her perfect, sacred Goddess-sculpted body. The fact that she actually had to have those things on her was enough to make her want to cry again.

***

After a few minutes, Carol finally exited her room wearing a simple yellow sundress. Held up by a pair of spaghetti straps and boasting a knee-length skirt that flowed loosely around her legs, it was inarguably the most tolerable article of clothing in her wardrobe. With her shoulders bare, her cleavage displayed, and her legs constrained by absolutely nothing, it was as close to being naked as she was willing to get around her girls.

Naked, she sighed sadly. She wanted so desperately to get naked, to tear this infernal thing off her body and frolic around just as the Goddess made her. But no, she couldn't do that, not as long as her daughters were around. Speaking of which...

"Oh, hi Mom," said Mindy, who was sitting at the kitchen table munching on an apple.

"H-hi...sweetie," Carol stammered, curving her lips into a forceful smile, making her look happier to see her girl than she actually was. "I didn't...know you'd get home so soon."

"Neither did I," said Mindy. "The plan originally was we'd stay for a couple more days, but our driver remembered she had a doctor's appointment on Thursday, so we had to cut it short."

"Oh, I see. Did you...have a good trip at l-least?" said Carol, more out of obligation than anything. She already knew the answer to that question.

"Um, you could say that," said Mindy as a faint blush started to appear on her cheeks. "I had fun there...I guess."

"You don't sound too...enthused," said Carol with absolutely no surprise. She overheard her daughters, she knew something had spoiled the trip for both of them.

"Yeah, well, the thing is, it was...kind of embarrassing," said Mindy, her blush deepening and she eyes shifting back and forth uncomfortably.

"Okay then. You...you don't need to tell me," said Carol.

"No, no, it wasn't a big deal or anything. And in retrospect, it was kind of funny. It's just...Erin's friend, Megan, she kind of pulled a fast one on all of us. You see, she plotted to bring us all to this one beach in Duny, right?"

"Yes?"

"Yeah, so on our first day, we were all driven there. We brought everything we needed, bathing suits, suntan lotion, towels, drinks, snacks, umbrellas, all that stuff. And our driver, Nancy, she just took off to supposedly run some errand that would separate us from her and more importantly, the car for at least four hours."

"Go on."

Mindy blushed even redder and starting giggling nervously. "So we're effectively stranded there, that's the important thing, though we didn't really know that at the time. So we're walking along the sand, and next thing we know, Megan is stripping off her bikini and getting naked!"

"N-naked?" said Carol. She felt her dress suddenly tighten all around her. It hugged against her hips, seemed to sliver around her legs, even pushed against her breasts. Her nipples throbbed against the fabric.

"Y-yeah," chuckled Mindy. "We're all freaking out, Erin is covering her boyfriend's eyes telling him not to look and yelling at her to put her suit back on, when all of a sudden we start seeing naked people all around us. Then we see this sign that says 'Nude Beachgoers Ahead,' and...Megan, she starts laughing like a madwoman and it turns out...she, she brought us to a nude beach! Without telling us!"

"Oh...I...see," said Carol who started to rub her thighs together at the mention of the nude beach. So they did go to one after all. It was just as Harold said. This must be what troubled Erin so much.

"So...what happened then?" the mother asked. She knew it was against her better judgment, she knew she had to avoid the topic of nudity, but she wanted, needed to know what happened next.

"Well, we didn't have a choice. Clothing was prohibited, none of us could turn back with our ride being gone and all, so we had to...we had to strip down." Mindy was now red as a tomato, and she now seemed to be looking at everything but her mother.

"I...see," said Carol. "You must have been...you must have been furious." It hurt to say it. It hurt to think it. But she had to face up to it. Nudism was just not something her daughters would ever approve of. She suppressed a wince as she felt the cloth of her dress ooze against her hip like an especially viscous glob of mucus. Goddess, my body isn't making this easy.

"Yeah, I guess I was, a little bit," said Mindy. "Not as much as Erin, though; I swear, she looked like she was going to throttle Megan! But I think, overall, she handled it a whole lot better."

Carol stiffened. She hadn't expected to hear that. "Handled it a whole lot better? What do you mean?"

"Oh, she sulked for about the first hour or so, refused to talk to anyone, tried to murder the whole beach with her angry eyes. But after that, I guess she just got sick of being a sourpuss and decided to just roll with it. So she laid back to work on her tan without having to worry about getting any lines, did a little naked seaside jogging, took in some of the goods that were flopping and bouncing all around her, you know the drill. By the end, she was playing volleyball with total strangers, and by all accounts was having a real ball of it. Metaphorically speaking of course."

"Huh," Carol murmured, furrowing her brow in thought. She...didn't mind it? Really?

"Yeah, she'd probably deny it if you asked her," continued Mindy, "and it'd probably be better right now if you didn't ask her...but I think she enjoyed her time there overall. More than I did, anyway; I spent most of the day huddled in the water. Definitely not my kind of thing. It was really more Erin's kind of thing. And probably yours."

Yes, of course you did, Carol thought despondently, casting her eyes down at the table. Then she caught that last thing her daughter said.

"Wait, what do you mean 'my thing?'" she asked.

Mindy just seemed to turn her head to the side, her smile widening, becoming almost frog-like. "Ohhhh...nnnnnothiiiinnggg, heh-heh-heh!

She must be remembering seeing me naked in my room last week. At least she's taking it in good hu—

"Ughnnn!"

Carol groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut, and she buckled from where she sat, nearly curling up into a fetal ball. Her dress was really starting to constrict around her now, crushing her body like a dozen hungry pythons. Her legs squeezed together, her breasts flattened painfully into her chest, and everywhere the cloth made contact with her skin brought a feeling of pins and needles with it.

"Mom! What's happening? Are you okay?"

Carol gritted her teeth. It's not real...none of it is real. It's all in my head. Fight through it, girl, just fight through it!

"I...have been a bit feverish lately," said Carol as she tugged idly at the sides of her dress to keep it away from her skin. That seemed to help give her some relief. "Truth be told, I...was supposed to be at work today, but I had to call in sick."

"Do you need help with anything?" said Mindy.

"You could take off my dress," is what Carol wanted to tell her. But she couldn't say such a thing to her daughter. So all she let out was a simple: "No. I just...I just need to rest a little."

"If...if you say so," said Mindy, though she didn't look so sure. "Uh, what are we going to do about dinner then? Should we order out? How does Chinese sound?"

"No, no Chinese!" Carol cried. She couldn't have Chinese now. It would just remind her of the experience she had yesterday with her two lovers by the lake. The magical experience she would never get to have again. "Er, I mean...I ate Chinese yesterday, so I...could use something else entirely."

"Um, okay," said Mindy. "I guess I'll talk to Erin about it then. You go get well, Mom."

***

Mindy watched as her mother retreated back to her room, stumbling almost like a drunk the whole way through as she leaned on the wall for support and periodically tugged at her dress. The teen couldn't help but feel concerned for her, but decided it was best not to push the issue just yet. God only knew she had enough on her plate with Erin.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do, Mindy tossed her apple core in the trash and made her way to her own room, deciding to fire up a video game for the time being. It had been a week since she got to sate her taste for some digital action, and she was feeling a little starved for it. A few minutes after turning the console on, Erin came in as well, having finally finished up her shower.

Sure did last a while though, she mused as she played, her gaze glued to the TV screen as Erin wordlessly trotted past her, opening up this drawer and that drawer before settling down at her desk and turning her computer on.

"Did Mom come back while I was gone?" she asked.

"Yeah. We were talking while you were in the...shower," Mindy said, verbally stumbling and doing a double-take as she turned to address her sister. "Um...she's...a little sick right now though, so you should probably leave her alone for the time being."

"What did you talk about?" Erin inquired, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at her sister.

"Just small talk about some of the less...interesting things to happen at Duny Beach," said Mindy, who was finding it harder to keep a straight face as she looked at her sister. The fact that she had to be so evasive with her answer also had something to do with it, though she knew she was technically being honest with Erin. From a certain point of view of course. "Nothing to get your...heh, panties in a bunch over."

"You better not've," said Erin, who turned back to her computer.

Mindy shrugged and returned to her game. She supposed she should tell her sister to put some clothes on, considering she was wearing nothing but a towel around her head. But why embarrass Erin and get another earful out of her when they could both just relax after getting home from such a strenuous trip? Besides, Erin would eventually figure out her mistake, one way or another.