#in such a writing mood

[faithful-freak]

spooky corn maze Fuck..,,;

you feel the panic begin to settle in as the laughs of your friends in the haunted corn maze grow distant. hurrying down what you assume is the correct path, the maze has only grown darker and darker. the quiet wind rustling the crops leaves throughout the field is an eerie change compared to the prior screams and music.

the crunching of soil under your feet stops as you suddenly feel it. eyes, and they’re on you, watching. a chill shakes down your spine as the cold air bites. breathing quietly in fear quickly turns to not breathing at all as your body goes rigid. a huff of hot air, muffled by what sounds like a mask, smothers the side of your face and down your neck.

next thing you know you’re basically being dragged, forced to keep up with their pace. what is presumed to be an actor from the event has a strong grip on your arm as they take you further into the maze…

“..away from where they can hear..” is all you can make out from their mumble under your own sounds of struggle. without warning you’re thrown down in the middle of a small clearing. now finally, a good look at who has kidnapped you. a particularly terrifying masked scare actor is lingering over you looking down with a pitchfork in hand that you had failed to notice. you don’t need to see their face to see their intention, the curious lean in their stance says it all.

in a flash the tines of the pitchfork are staked into the soft ground next to your head. after a miniature heart attack and gasp of shock, they speak up above you..

“it’s okay to scream, but movement isn’t allowed. make this easy for yourself.” … with swift hands, a makeshift spreader bar attached to your ankles by rope is created out of their “prop” pitchfork. but not before you’ve been delicately stripped nude… not before your wrists are bound with that same tight knot..

but it is right before they dip their head down, pull their mask off just enough and lick the full length of exposure between your legs, tasting what you have to offer them… you cough out an exhale as they push your knees to your chest while eagerly unbuckling their belt. at the sight of overwhelming length and width, you begin to choke out pleas and cries, but it falls on deaf ears as they growl and forcefully slide their entire stretch into the deepest part of you. the perverted shaking moan that escapes you makes them laugh.

“i knew i made the right choice,” is all they say before the feral grunting and unstoppable groaning begins. skin hitting skin, they drill and fuck you senseless at an abnormal pace. the sting of the rope, the bodily ache of being stretched so far, and even the worry of personal safety long gone once your mind slips into bliss. their heavy weight and build over top of you shielding you from the cold. as your tear filled eyes roll back.. their previous words ring in your head, your kidnapper had been planning this, and you were their number one choice.

[oatmilk-vampire]

Always the writer, never the reader.

[char-writes]

Daydreaming about my book:

Writing my book:

[neo--queen--serenity]

the man with a plan

[morbidmiracle]

ao3 writers are either *90% of works are short oneshots* or *physically incapable of writing a oneshot, everything must be expanded upon*

[selenekallanwriter]

Person: What's your book about?

Writers:

I'm both somehow 🙃

[writing-ro]

No plan (fic outline) ever survives contact with the enemy (the word doc page).

[khajiithaswitchywares]

Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.

[sunsburns]

imagine asking wade if he still likes you when he’s literally inside you LMAOOO I just know he’d be so flabbergasted

i know a normal people fan when i see one (18+, fluff)

but jokes aside, and dicks inside, wade would likely get whiplash; his head turning so fast he can hear a crack in his neck, staring at you like you're crazy because just seconds ago you'd been running your gentle hands over his skin. your fingers brush against the divots of his scarred skin, your cheek pressed to his chest, humming softly, close enough that your lashes tickle whenever you blink.

wade's a little out of breath, sticky with sweat, and miraculously, rendered speechless. to others, a rarity, but with you, while still rare, is more frequent, especially after sex.

sure, he drops a joke or two, but there is a window where wade likes to sit there, holding you, skin against skin, in silence; listening to the sounds of your shaky breaths as you come down from your high, the sounds of the bedsheets ruffling with slow movements from the both of you, even the sounds of the old crackly fan on his ceiling.

and so, in that small window of silence, the two of you lay there in a warm embrace, listening to each other's heartbeats as wade's dick slowly softens inside you.

but then that small window starts to close, the silence breaking with you. you shift, turning to press your chin against wade's chest while looking up at him, "hey," you whisper, a smile growing against your lips.

"hi," he whispers back to you, but he continues to stare at the window, watching the soft light of the rising sun peeking in through the white lace curtains you picked out, a part of you in the dingy apartment he shared with blind al.

"we've officially gone at it all night. fucking like rabbits. and i can't believe i'm saying this but, i'm fucking spent. i might need a few weeks to recover. i asked for a bone and you threw a whole skeleton at me, peanut."

you snort, rolling your eyes, "yeah, right."

"okay, fine, a week is too long." wade hums, he finds your hair and runs his hand over it, twirling a strand around his finger, "i'll be good as new by tonight or at least by the time you scroll to read another fic of me, of course."

you're still staring at him, and wade, ever the observant, notices. he shifts, sits up, holds onto your waist, and brings you up with him. you have to bite your tongue to hold back a moan, sensitive to the way he's touching you, the way his dick keeps you full.

wade raises his brows (or at least, where his brows would be), "what? is there something on my face? i know i'm ugly but i thought we were past that. your staring is making me a little self conscious, sweetbuns."

"wade?"

"yes, cupcake?"

"do you like me?"

"what-?" he stares at you, eyes wide and nearly popping out of his head. "do i- what? what the fuck kind of stupid ass fuck ass question is that? you think i don't like you? we literally fucked all night. literally did every position in the book. i let you peg me! you might be the only person on earth that matches my freak-"

"yeah, i know but-"

"bitch, i'm literally still inside you."

that's when you can't help but laugh, grinning against his neck when he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. you love the way his body emits warmth, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer like you want to live inside his skin.

wade holds you, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. and he groans loudly when you say, "you never answered my question."

"oh my god," he huffs dramatically, "of course i fucking like you. like no shit."

"okay, great. i was just making sure."

[dxckgrxsonx]

mhm. thinking of you having eyes too big for your cunt.

meeting jason as a one off little hook up because you’re bored and want a decent fuck for once and him immediately warning you that he’s big. bigger than he thinks you can handle and you taking it as an immediate challenge. all cocky and adamant than you can take him, “im a big girl, hood. ill be able to fuck myself on your cock for fun.” and “just because others can’t take your dick doesn’t mean i can’t. you can’t be that fucking big.”

being forced to eat your own stupid words when he barely sinks the tip into your soft little pussy and you start fucking whining, gasping little breaths as he stretches you open. face scrunched up in a wince, teeth pressed together as your pussy tries to force him out.

jason’s voice knocking up a pitch in response, a knowing drawl making his mouth start watering. tone all mocking and condescending, “poor baby, can’t even take the tip before tapping out.” and “what happened to you? why’re you crying? i thought you said you could take me?”

sniffling and trying to control your tears as he keeps sinking more and more into your cunt, the stretch hurting so bad your legs tremble. jason cooing, kissing you so deeply it’s dizzying and leaving you half in love. all whilst telling you how good you’re being for him and holding you open by the backs of your knees so you can’t close your legs, all to watch your poor pussy weep and struggle to swallow him up.

it turns him on so bad to feel you clench so goddamn tightly around his cock he can hardly move. your voice wobbling and hitching when he pulls back only to push back forward and nudge himself that little bit deeper.

you cry and cry but you’re so wet it’s almost disgusting and jason decides there and then that he’s never letting you go.

[reactionimagesdaily]

[saduboiss]

sometimes I just get so sick and tired of fighting just to survive.

[mournfulroses]

D.H. Lawrence, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of D. H. Lawrence wr. in November 1923

[erraticprocrastinator]

A reminder to all my lovely fellow writers: progress is progress, even when it isn't. Writing four thousand words in a session is progress. Writing a hundred words in a session is progress. Removing an entire scene because it doesn't flow well is progress. Rethinking your plan for the plot in order to get unstuck is progress. Development looks different for every writer and every story.

[multimemes]

[morbidmiracle]

me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims

me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive