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thetypingpup · 1 year

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Ten, with the jeweled claws, but he's EVEN MORE flexible and you bend him like a bow over that throne as you fuck him and he's moaning his heart out for you. No refractory period (because half-phantoms don't have one) and as soon as he cums he's begging you to keep going, grinding up into you and whining, claws dragging against your skin

omg this is super hot, like super hot. fuuuuck the way those jeweled claws would dig into the plush upholstery of his throne, completely shredding the material but he doesn't care. all he cares about is feeling more of that ecstasy that you're giving to him. his hips buck up into your tight, wet heat, eyes squeezing shut as the vice grip of your body overwhelms him. you're wrapped around him so perfectly, clenching and rippling around him in the most delectable way. he truly can't believe such pleasure exists, and yet here you are, opening yourself to him and submerging him in the most invigorating depths of bliss he's ever felt. you swear you hear the metal clamor of swords falling to the ground as he knocks them aside, but you can't tell. you're too focused on his expression, how he practically melts into his chair, how is otherwise cold body gains a sense of warmth and a sense of life the longer you ride him on his throne. for the first time in a long time, he truly feels alive, and it's all thanks to you.

for this, he doesn't care how shameless he's being. he pays no heed to the fact that someone of his stature is completely at your mercy, crying for you in a manner so wanton, he's no better than a common, depraved peasant. he happily surrenders his status, surrenders his disposition, all for you. he completely surrenders himself and submits to you, submits to the pleasure you grant him. if you weren't fucking himself into his own throne, he'd be bowing to you, thanking you for granting him access to the most intimate parts of him and indulging in the pleasure within.

as soon as he's close, his grip goes from the throne to your hips, letting you know how close his is to the edge. his claws dig into your skin, and you respond with a bit of pain of your own, tangling your fingers into his thick hair before tugging at the root. his eyes squeeze shut and he cries out, grabbing onto you for dear life, bucking his hips up as best you can at a stuttering pace. he cries out your name as he cums, his entire body writhing in waves beneath him. he calls your name, over and over again, his cries echoing in his throne room. his claws run down your back as he grips you for purchase, hoping that he doesn't slip away as pure bliss takes over. you work him through it with an effortlessness he's still in awe of. even though you've done this more times than he can count, he still can't believe how well you work him through it, almost as much as he can't believe how good your pussy feels.

#wayv smut #wayv ten smut #nct smut #nct ten smut #the pup actually types #holy shit look at me #actually typing #actually writing #2023 is looking good so far #supernatural!au

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okaywolf · 3 months

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Sheppard is holding his guts in when you meet him

Thanks to migraine-fuelled creativity, I offer some queer, extremely on my bullshit, weirdo fiction for you.

content notes: light body horror, 2nd person pov, extremely on my bullshit

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Sheppard is holding his guts in when you meet him. It's simultaneously the most impressive thing you've seen and the least. When you're done assisting the veterinarian in putting most of him back together, he asks you out for a drink. Without anesthetics, he genuinely soberly asks you out for a drink. You tell him it will be a while before he can drink, given the several layers of flesh stitched together that needs to heal. He smiles.

In two years someone will ask you a question that you don't expect to have an answer for, you realize that you know Sheppard.

[Continue reading on cohost]

#actually me #queer fiction #writing #actually writing #sheppard is gay for you #short fiction #original fiction

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king-plutos-typewriter · 8 months

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Some days I think I got this writing thing figured out. And then some days it's just like...

#writeblr #actually writing #storytelling #writing #writers #massive knife name #it was cleaver #i forgot the name for a cleaver

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multi-ulti · 1 year

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this is a queer man if ive ever seen one

oh btw ive got a series of going with this man and a boyfriend if anyones interested

#spencer reid my love #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #biromantic #asexual #demisexual #queer #fanfic #actually writing #only on ao3 #gave him a boyfriend #behavioral analysis unit

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as-they-say-in-nippon · 2 years

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thought that I’ve had for a while now:

It’s obvious that Stone and Robotnik are gay for each other but I don’t see Robotnik showing a whole lot of emotion towards it, y’know not being super mushy n stuff

but imagine, if you will…

It’s like the final battle and it’s heated—our heroes are giving their all, Robotnik’s not holding back, in fact he’s got that crazed grin on his face and Stone’s right beside him smiling too

And I don’t know how it happens, the big robot that Robotnik’s controlling crashes, a piece of shrapnel goes in the wrong direction, a spin dash, punch, Miles Prower invention attack, a makeshift weapon is poorly timed

No matter how it happens, Stone ends up on the ground. Everything around him is smoking, sparking, destroyed. The emotion from the battle still raging on is palpable, but for Robotnik—it stops.

He’s aware of his Agent at all times. Even in his most focused state, he knows Stone’s state of wellbeing because the control gloves Robotnik made for Stone report his vitals right to Robotnik’s own control gloves. He knows the agent’s position at all times. He knows the Agent like the back of his hand.

So he didn’t even need to turn to know that something was wrong.

The moment it happened, it felt like a sword went through his chest. He didn’t even need the faint beeping of his control gloves giving him report of Stone’s injuries to know that his love had been hurt.

Everything falls away from Robotnik as he drops down to cradle Stone.

He’s bleeding and unresponsive.

Robotnik leans over him, shielding him from the battle that is slowly coming to a stop as the heroes realize what’s going on.

“STOP,” Robotnik screams, desperate to keep Stone from further harm. He’s scared—he’s never worried about Stone like this because the Agent can take care of himself.

But now Stone was defenseless and battered, and Robotnik can��t handle all the emotion. He’s never loved something so fiercely that he’d abandoned reason. He should be getting up and killing that blue rat but Stone takes up all his focus. Here is the great Dr. Ivo Robotnik, reduced to begging.

“Stop! Please… please don’t hurt him.”

The wide, worried eyes of Sonic the Hedgehog appear closer and closer in his vision. How dare he.

“I can get him to a hospital quick!” Robotnik’s grip tightens.

“No! My lab has all the capabilities to heal him.” But the lab is 20 miles away. Stone doesn’t have that kind of time.

The woman, Maddie, he thinks, pipes up.

“He needs medical attention now, Ivo!”

“Don’t you think I know that?” he yells. He hoists Stone up into his arms, staggering.

“I have to get him to my lab.”

#uhhhhh this wasn’t supposed to be this long #I didn’t mean to start like #actually writing #I only had this little scene visulized but I could def write an ending for this #legit have not been able to stop thinking about this #sonic the hedgehog #ivo robotnik #agent stone #stobotnik #megan rambles

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moral-terpitude · 3 months

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Just trying to write a random throw away line cause I’ve been on a roll today and:

Hmm…

Hmmm…

HMMMM…..

That’s all. That’s the post.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #actually writing #secluded myself upstairs so I can be left alone

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goodluckclove · 1 month

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Hey you.

Yes, you.

What'd you write today? A paragraph? A chapter?

Send it to me.

My email is [email protected]

Send me what you wrote today and I'll read it tonight or tomorrow and we'll talk about it and I'll ask you questions and say what I liked about it.

This is a real thing that I've tried doing multiple times and no one's taken me up on it even though I am SO READY and desperate to get people wanting to write more.

#write #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing community #writing #on writing #authors of tumblr #actually writing #writers of tumblr #creative writing #this is not a joke #this is my real email #make me regret this i dare you

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mushroommanchanterelle · 3 days

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Chapter 1 for Fault Lines is officially done!!! I've never made it this far in a writing project. I'm so excited. 4,500 words in... This feels amazing. I can't wait to see where it goes

#fault lines #writing #creative writing #writeblr #actually writing #fiction #original character #oc

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valyalyon · 24 days

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April 3, 2027

Dolores goes into labor with her and Raphael's daughter! It is a happy ending <3 The next DIE post will have a time skip and smut. If you're looking for recent smut, read the last Red Highway post or check out more DIE through the links below. Previous Post | Next Post DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE DIVIDERS

Two days short of her due date, she came to me in a dream. In the dream, she smiled and had the cutest face...

CW: Descriptions of labor, mentions of blood, explicit language. MDNI. 1.8K words.

...She was so happy, she hugged my legs so tightly.

I remember lifting her and spinning her, getting her to laugh in the air as I caught her in my arms. I noticed, though, that I was pregnant again in the dream.

At first I didn’t notice it, but something like three years had passed on the face of my newest baby, and I was 40 weeks pregnant with another girl. How did I know it was a girl?

I don’t know. I just remember the weight of my first daughter and saying, “she’s going to be just as beautiful as you.”

“Well yeah, mama!”

But then the cycle started again… the fear, the anxiety…

The dark clouds, they’re coming in.

Raphael strikes me, Julius kisses me, the world spins out below my feet and I’m floating again.

My kids are gone, everyone is gone, I’m here alone.

Is that what the Big Bang was like? Will I be so overwhelmed by the pressure of space…

I can’t tell which way is home, I’ve been gone for so long its an empty world up here.

… That I myself implode? Will I, a Leo woman, die the death of a star? Out here in this abyss, abysmal days fleeting beyond my reach. I’m lost, and I just…

I can’t leave my kids.

My body slams through space, I crash land on Earth, it’s desolate and dead, and not the same, but it’s home. Then, I notice I’m still pregnant.

Then a sharp pain and my water breaks on the dirty streets. I cry out and clutch my stomach, just as I hear a familiar voice calling out from beyond the dream.

“Dolores, are you okay?”

I’m pulled out of the dream violently only to wake into a sharp pain, “ohh… Oh, oh, Raphael…”

“Hospital bag?” Raphael confirmed, getting out of bed and dressing himself as I tried to sit up.

My water had broken in the bed and the contraction pain I was having subsided. I stood from the bed and sighed, “ughh… Take off the bed sheets, I’m going to have to throw these out and make sure I didn’t ruin the mattress.”

He typically didn’t argue about cleaning things, but his eyebrow twitched and he said, “are you serious? You’re in labor.”

“All of my labors have taken hours, and my last one nearly killed me, so forgive me if I want to leave you with a clean house,” I hissed most of what I said to him, tearing the sheets off the bed with as much aggression as my pregnant self had.

Raphael helped me get the sheets off as I scanned over the mattress. Somehow it hadn’t gotten to the mattress, just a little wet on the surface. As I scrutinized the bed, I started into another contraction, and let out a pained moan.

I held onto my belly and let my head hang as I tried breathing exercises for the pain.

Raphael came to my side, he rubbed my back, giving me much needed warmth and comfort. Then, he wrapped his arms around me in a second of desperation, squeezing me and beginning to choke up, “I can’t lose you, Dolores, you’re my everything.”

I don’t know what made me angry, but I pulled away, my eyebrow twitching, “I’m having contractions right now because you so desperately wanted another child.”

“I love our children, I would have as many of them as I could, but you rushing me to having her was the cruelest thing you’ve ever done to me. You acted as if I didn’t imagine my sons growing up without their mother.”

His face was pained, but of course it was he was stone cold sober.

Love me like you used to and I’ll praise you like I should.

My body settled at the end of my second contraction, and I stood up and let out a deep breath, “you better say something.”

“I fucked up, I know I did. I can’t lose you, Dolores, you know that,” Raphael’s voice was desperate, his eyes searching to meet mine.

I was busy trying to stretch my back, “You were different at one point. Whatever, if you still want me to be your wife you better step up.”

“Don’t threaten me with that. You know I can’t lose you,” his voice was low, grumbling, and his eyes were slightly angry when we made eye contact.

I opened my mouth to respond to him, but instead my third contraction started. They were essentially back to back and I wasn’t even realizing it.

I held onto him, he gave me support and made sure I didn’t hurt myself or fall over. His eyes were full of concern, and it was real, his fear was seeping through him, “let’s stop talking okay? We can keep fighting in the car, we can argue every day, but I need to get you to the hospital.”

This third contraction kept getting worse, and I nodded my head, as I started to cry out in pain. Soon, my hormones had me shedding tears, as Raphael picked me up off the ground.

He grabbed the hospital bag in his other arm, already had his phone in the pocket. I grabbed the key off the hook at the front door and he walked me to the car, setting me in the passenger seat.

Then, he set the hospital bag and car seat in the back seat, walking around the car quickly and entering the driver’s side, “I have your phone, do you need anything else?”

“You have my wallet?” I asked, rubbing my belly as my head fell back on the headrest.

“Yeah. Anything else?” He asked, simultaneously dialing his mom on the car speaker.

“Mom, we need you over at the house right now. Dolores is in labor and her contractions are extremely close together, we’re going to the hospital, can you watch the boys? They’re still sleeping right now.”

“Congrats! Okay, I’m putting on my slippers right now, I’ve got a key, GO, I’ll be there in two minutes,” his mom said, sending me good luck and then hanging up in a rush.

“Nothing else,” I confirmed, and turned to make sure I saw his mom approaching the house as Raphael drove away. Sure enough she was.

My heart settled for a second that my boys would be okay while I was in the hospital, but then I worried about how long I’d be in labor, and if I’d ever come back…

My heart raced inside my chest and I found it hard to breathe, another contraction started.

The closer we got to the hospital, the louder my pained cries got. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside, and it was not fun.

In between contractions, Raphael would make me laugh, “The boys are probably going to be unsatisfied when they see their grandmother is waking them up.”

I let out a giggle and rubbed my belly, “they’ll be happy to see their sister though.”

“And their mom,” Raphael reassured me or himself, who knows.

But, the contractions would start, and I was full of rage, so his jokes would fall flat.

“Imagine if I forgot to pack something in the hospital bag,” he said, chuckling.

My skin was burning, and I yelled at him, “what did you forget? I NEEDED THOSE THINGS FOR A REASON!”

“I didn’t forget anything! I was trying to make you laugh!” Raphael tried desperately to defend himself, winding in and out of traffic easily on his drive.

“You liar! You forgot something! Just tell me what it is,” I was growling, but then the contraction finally passed.

I took a deep breath, paused, and then said, “I’m sorry, Raphael, that was really unfair and cruel of me.”

“I promise I got everything on your list and I got you extra stuff like cozy hospital slippers…”

“I appreciate you,” I told him, and took his free arm, hugging it tightly, “please, Raphael, do better… Let me love you forever.”

He was about to respond, when my grip tightened and I cried out in pain, “fuck… fuck… Ow…” I was yelping, the contractions just kept getting worse.

“Scream, do whatever you have to do, I’m here for you,” Raphael promised.

Maybe because of the pain, I didn’t realize how fast the time was going and how quickly everything was actually happening.

We arrived at the hospital, and I was in max pain, with contractions intensifying, no break in between them at all.

I was rushed to a labor and delivery ward immediately, and not even 5 minutes after arriving in the hospital, while sitting in the hospital bed, I turned my eyes to Raphael, “she’s coming now.”

“Now? Are you sure?” Raphael pressed the button for the nurses but also rushed to the door to ensure they were coming, then quickly came back to my hand.

The nurses were there immediately, checking all vitals and checking to see if the baby was even crowning.

Sure enough though, she was. The nurses and doctors quickly sprang into action, but I was digging my fingers into Raphael’s hand, crying and pushing.

I was shaking really badly from all the adrenaline, but in just a few minutes of pushing, our daughter was born at 6:05am on April 3, 2027.

As soon as she cried, she was placed on my chest, and her body immediately curled close, her cries stilling into baby white noise, then sleepy silence.

My labor with her hadn’t even been an hour, my active labor with her was only a few minutes. It was painful, yeah, but I had only lost a little bit of blood and didn’t even notice the lack.

Raphael gazed at her from my side, his hand still holding mine, “you did so good, Dolores… She’s beautiful…”

“What should we name her?” I asked him curiously. Her hair was a brown shade, and she had a little tuft of it on her head. She had the sweetest face, and I couldn’t wait to see her eyes.

“When you made that list for her, my favorite name was Eden, I just didn’t know if the baby would fit that but… I think she definitely fits Eden, doesn’t she?” His eyes were so proud, even though he had yet to hold her.

“Eden,” I repeated the name, looking at my sleeping daughter and smiling, “that’s a perfect name for her, Raphael.”

Turning my attention up to my husband, I met his eyes, “take your pretty baby.”

Raphael chuckled and turned his nervous attention to Eden, then his eyes just filled with overwhelming joy and he took her into his arms. He glanced down at her, and she just cooed in her sleep.

“She’s so small,” he said, touching his index lightly to her nose, just to tickle her soft skin.

SONG REFERENCES Run Away to Mars by TALK Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron

#cw labor #cw blood #tw body horror #cw hospital #first person #writeblr #lyondie #bluestlyon #creative writing #writing #actually writing

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