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wanderingblindly · 18 hours
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i absolutely ADORED “wedding bells, wedding kisses” and saw that you had kissing prompts open. if they still are/you have interest i would LOVE to see “you’re going to get lipstick all over me” for lestappen. thank you!!! 🫶
we don't need to talk about the fact that this took [redacted] weeks, right? the human mind is a mystery and mine is full of holes. anyways, i hope you enjoy!! i was loosely going for model!charles and photographer!max
kiss prompts here xx
Red, Red, Red All Over (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 674 words)
They both excuse themselves the minute the shoot wraps, indiscreetly storming in the same direction, basically oozing fervor. Heat.
They're getting worse at hiding it.
Their hands are on each other before the dressing room door closes; Max hardly has half a mind to lock it, career safety secondary, tertiary, to getting his hands under Charles's shirt.
"Max," Charles breathes, more like a groan, before falling back against the vanity. He perches himself there, instinctively arching his back, tilting his head — some subconscious part of his mind still searching for the light, for Max's camera.
And he looks it. Red lipstick a mess from Max's mouth, he's no less beautiful, no less perfect, than he was just moments ago: magazine cover ready, Italian Vogue destined.
The lock clicks into place. "Impatient as always," Max tries to chastise him, but he can't muster any bite. His eyes are glued to the broad expanse of Charles's chest, highlighted in the mesh shirt he'd been modeling.
Charles spreads his knees, bracing his hands on the vanity to give him leverage. He commands, "Come over here."
Max does, because of course he does. He crosses the room in an instant, slotting himself between Charles's parted legs and tangling his fingers in his hair; it's grown out nicely, his agency slowly styling it into a trendy mullet, hoping to balance out his classic features.
It feels like silk in his hands, feels like a gift when he tugs on it.
Charles groans against his mouth, desperately trying to press all of himself against Max, dig his nails into his back. "Let me…" He sighs, lips sliding away from Max's, catching the sharp cut of his jaw.
"You're gonna get your lipstick everywhere," Max protests weakly, pulse jumping when Charles drags his mouth along his jawline, teeth gently grazing in his wake. He doesn't respond, busy sucking on Max's earlobe, sliding a hand up his shirt, making quick work of teasing his chest.
He lets go with a bite, pulling the soft flesh for a moment — earning a hiss. "That's the point, chéri," Charles whispers, breath hot on Max's ear, teasing. "You look so good in red."
Max can see himself in the vanity mirror, painted by Charles's curious mouth, his possessive smile. Red bleeds from his mouth to his chin, dances boldly against his jaw, highlights the flush on his cheeks.
He looks ragged, pupils blown and flesh claimed and lips parted, slick.
"Keep going," His voice mimics his appearance: rough around the edges, desperate.
"Yeah?" Charles latches onto his neck, right above his Adam's apple. He can hear his smile, feel its predatory curve against the his skin. "Wanna show everyone that you're mine?"
Max's knees feel weak, eyes glued on the remnants of Charles's mouth on his — somehow so much more infatuating than a hickey, a bruise.
"Please,"
Charles slides his nails down his chest, no doubt leaving red in his wake. Max's hips buck weakly when he catches his nipple; the vanity shakes, Charles giggles against his neck.
"Who is impatient now?" His mouth slides down, resting on the hollow of his throat with hot, exaggerated breaths. Slowly, lasciviously, he presses the flat of his tongue against the ball of Max's collarbone, feeling his pulse, his labored breaths.
He's all but frozen, hands stuck in Charles's hair and eyes stuck on the mirror, stuck on the crimson blooming on his skin.
"Shirt off." Charles demands, sitting up and tugging at the hem, eyes focused intensely on Max's.
He look like sin: lipstick smeared across his lips, his chin, eyes bright and lashes dark. He looks like he wants to drag Max to hell by means of heaven, with teeth and nails and ecstasy.
Charles raises a brow, pink tongue sweeping across his beautiful lips — expectant.
Snapped into motion, Max slides off his shirt, tossing it somewhere into the void of the dressing room. Charles smiles brightly, hands immediately latching onto his exposed sides, splaying against his ribs. "Let's see where else the lipstick can go, yes?"
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bourneblack · 2 years
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i’d rather have rainbow capitalism then living in constant fear of discovery. the woman in the pride flag disney t-shirt might be missing the nuance, but at least i know i can be myself. a street full of rainbow flags makes me more comfortable holding a mans hand. look. corporations aren’t your friend. they will sell to whoever will buy. but kids seeing gay everything every year is only ever a good thing, and a massive improvement in history
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bengallemon · 2 months
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FINALLY..... ITS REAL. The kagerou daze piece exists. Now I have to make actual sketches and figure out what I want. And also a name.
(Reference frame under readmore and some notes)
I tried to mostly follow the composition of this frame, it's actually quite nice
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Considering isat is a game in almost complete greyscale I didn't want to add too much colour to any designs, so I really just only added colour to odile's skin and shirt, which is a purple because it felt right.
Also fun thing: when it comes to blacks and whites, I can't add complimentary colours for shading, so I go with either blue or red! Since red is closely associated with siffrin thanks to the horrors, I added shading in red for them, and any complimentary shading for odile's black and white elements are done with blues and purples, with some orange.
All in all, this is pretty good considering its my first illustration since I think december?? I'm gonna go start some concept stuff because I want to get the dynamics and mysteries down before I seriously write anything.
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bugsbenefit · 6 months
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it's admittedly really funny to see the primary content of st day be miniature builds of sets or edits of the show (aside from the play teaser they dropped first thing in the morning). it's expected obviously, but still really interesting to see in comparison to how they usually get to market the show with bts or actor interviews. I really hope some investors are seeing the drop in engagement to previous years because if the studios had resolved the strikes before they happened and were reasonable earlier, they could have been months into s5 production and could have sold out today
like this st day could have been such a pull for the show from a marketing perspective if they were 5+ months into filming the final season. they could have had so much bts and things they could hint and tease at. because even if they started filming by next month, the next st day is a whole year off and by then they're already so close to/in the actual s5 marketing campaign that it won't serve as a "keep the fandom engaged" event anymore the same way it would now. from a logistical pov they could have used today as a such a good pull through day but because of studio greed they fumbled their major opportunity and all they can present is a teaser for the play 99% of their audience won't be able to watch in person and arts and crafts, maybe a second episode title if they're generous/scrambling for crumbs. like it's dire out there
and st is obviously not the only show where it's already super evident how the strike is negatively impacting marketing, but I think its one of the biggest promo events targeted at fandom engagement that's this obviously struggling. yeah sure, its just a matter of time until investors and the studios have to face that "waiting it out" doesn't work, the same way it didn't for the writers. but it IS quite satisfying to see the strike actually be so obvious today
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arolesbianism · 3 months
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You see Jackie is great because she has a similar appeal to me as Maxwell but she's a lesbian and also not british so she's automatically a billion times better and more interesting
#rat rambles#oni posting#starve posting#theyre very different people fundementally but the core appeal of watching a shitty guy dig themselves into deeper and deeper holes remains#bro if they met itd make maxwell so pissy he would not be ok with having someone talk down at him like jackie would#bro jackie would at best be patronizing as hell she would see him as the dirt beneath her shoes#she would not be impressed by his magic tricks at best shed be intrigued by the science behind it but she would not think hes special#now to be clear. jackie is just as pathetic as he is and would 100% die so fast in the constant#like shed get attacked by nightmare creatures so fast and if she survived that a hound would probably maul her#I do hc that at least in the past jackie was decently physically fit but even back then she was like ripped and I think if she tried to#punch something shed miss pathetically and fall over and break all of her bones#olivia is a similar case but shes more fit and probably could barely brute force her way through a few hound waves#the real difference is that olivia would be quicker to adapt and would put up a much better effort at preparing the essentials#now. she would get side tracked as hell by the wildlife. I think if you showed her a carat shed stare at it forever.#but jackie would struggle so hard to adapt and I think the isolation would get to her hard#if you put them together itd just be olivia hard carrying while jackie trips and eats shit every 10 steps#now putting them with the rest of the survivors would be interesting given that I think the two would hate most of them dhdkhdj#like I have no proof that olivia wouldnt like most of them but idk man I dont trust her to not be quietly judging them all#and jackie would probably explode if she was forced to interact with other human beings in a non boss-employee setting#olivia would start calling her jackie again and the others would start calling her that too and shed light herself on fire#wilson would start trying to be buddy buddy with the two and theyd both hate him so fucking much lol#the two would start trying to blueprint machines they could build with what they have and winona would enter frame about to ruin their day#you see winona is like their dark reflection shes like if you took a lesbian and made her the worst but not a bad person this time#shed start critiquing their work for being to fancy and theyd want to strangle her#and god knows how theyd handle the kids I think jackie would have a panic attack and olivia would go smash her head into a tree#and by the kids I mostly mean walter he was hand made to annoy them specifically#oh no wait hypothetical crossover cancelled I forgot abt wanda dont Ever let jackie and olivia meet wanda
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robo-dino-puppy · 1 year
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Now I can finally lay down and die
Guess who just realised they've been drawing Zoro's scar on the wrong eye for like a month now-
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snickerdoodlles · 9 months
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*sees this post pop up in my notes*
*twitches*
I’d made some generalizations in that (which I standby, they’re just coming from an opposite direction) but had to break out the sources and numbers when someone told me I was making generalizations in the same way as the people who “””uncovered””” that AO3 was scraped for AI (no) did and anyways I get tempted to post those notes here sometimes before I have to bonk myself on the head and remind myself no one cares
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i hope i die before my father bc i want him to be pall bearer at my funeral so he can let me down one last time 😩
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drewsaturday · 2 years
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imagine how desperate doc and drew must've been to bone if they let beeman babysit zak
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abba-enthusiast · 2 years
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And is the female pleasure seen in queer films in the room with us right now
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fallenneziah · 6 months
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is it too much if i ask you to do a part two of alpha!ghost and omega!reader 🥹
Ah, don't worry @dragonstoneshortcake I will feed you more.
Alpha!Ghost and Omega!Reader pt2
If you haven't you can go back and read part 1 and 3
Your first heat with Alpha!Ghost was one that would stick with you. Ghost all the same. After that first heat, watching his seed slowly dripping from your fluttering hole. He wanted to do it all over again.
Alpha!Ghost who let's you keep his shirt, telling you, "you might need it sweetheart," with a wink and starts to pack himself up.
Omega!Reader who does in fact need that shirt. Who has unexplainable want to burrow into it. Whimpering at night and holding it tight to suffocate you like a pillow.
Like a rabbit kicking it's back legs from excitement or anxiousness.
Omega!Reader who hasn't experienced anything like Ghost's thick cock deep inside them. Who moan loudly as they think about his knot stuck inside your sweet hole.
Alpha!Ghost who gets in teasing touches during practice. Hand gliding down reader's ass or over their shoulder. Warm breath fanning to their ear, tumbling deeply when he sees the sore bite marks that still remain seared on their skin.
Alpha!Ghost who ruts his cock between his pillow, trying to get friction like that little omega, the chemical reaction of your heat burned into his mind.
Omega!Reader who breaks the cycle and heads to Ghost's office, tenacious and eager. The smell of your delicious pheromones tell him all he needs to know before he's sliding you closer, hands on your hips, guiding you along.
Omega!Reader who takes Ghost's cock in their mouth, sweat tears rolling as Ghost's hips cant up, his voice vibrating in their stomach.
"Oh such a good fuckin' angel... So fuckin' pretty on my cock, so fuckin' pretty..." He groans, stroking your cheek as saliva drips down your chin and you choke down his length.
Alpha!Ghost who plays into and teases reader for being so needy. Spanking their ass as he takes down their pants, bending them over the desk and growling in their ear as his fingers work their hole.
Omega!Reader who whines in reply, bringing this interaction down simply to submit, and submitted. The animal in desperation and the animal willing to give. Basic instincts imbedded in your genes telling you to take him. And take him all.
Alpha!Ghost who doesn't care that your pheromones spread. Others will know it's him taking you. His cock sinking into your hole, pushing you against the desk, nails digging in.
"Look at you- oh fuckin' 'ell sweetheart-" He growls.
Alpha!Ghost who doesn't spare you anymore than last time. He knows you're out of heat and just want his cock, and he'll give it to you. Rearranging your insides and keeping you completely pinned under him. Seeing you squirm and arch before giving up makes him feel so good.
Alpha!Ghost who gets you on his knot, slamming deep inside of you, feeling how far he's pushed, that slight swell in your belly from how deep his cock is seated inside you.
"You look so good on my knot..." He admires his work, he admires your body.
Sitting in his chair and caressing your body. Making you whimper and shiver. His lips and tongue tasting every little bit of you. Your sweet scent just leaking off you.
Alpha!Ghost who hadn't talked with you about what you actually were. You'd fucked twice and he didn't really know If you'd want it further.
Did that stop him from protecting you? No.
Alpha!Ghost who is so protective over you more now than ever. If you're sparring with someone else and they remotely touch you wrong Ghost is up in their face with a nasty snarl.
That's his. You back away. Back the fuck away.
Alpha!Ghost who as far as he's concerned, mated or not, you're his. His seed stains your insides, he's been closest to your smell than anyone in base, he's seen you in heat. He's pounded your brains out.
You. Are. His.
Omega!Reader who finds themselves at Ghost's door often after nightmares. When they'd opt to be alone mostly, they can't help wanting his scent. Hearing him hum as he let's you in, smelling him everywhere.
Omega!Reader burrowing into Ghost's side and his blankets, unable to help being completely consumed by the scent. It's not bad, they sniff him, paw at him, shifting through the night.
Alpha!Ghost who finds it... Rather adorable that you want more of him. Shifting a little so you can press your face up to his chest, inhaling deeply and whimpering into his arms.
Omega!Reader who completely melts when his arms wrap around them, feeling very comforted and safe with him.
Omega!Reader whose nightly occurrences in Ghost's room because frequent. Every other night the two share a bed, sometimes leading to his cock down your throat as you slowly or desperately suck him off.
Or other times it ends with his knot deep inside you, whispering about how he'll get you pregnant. He'll knock you up so good with his pups.
Omega!Reader whose fantasies are all Ghost. Him pounding them full of pups and making them leak. Back arched and crying out his name like it's the only word they know.
Omega!Reader knowing they want so much more with Ghost. Knowing they want off their pills, to let his seed get them pregnant. Who wants to be called his mate. Who wants that so so badly.
Omega!Reader who will notice how Ghost gets flirted with by betas around the base and will end up whining. Like a neglected puppy.
"What's wrong love? Someone step on your tail?" Ghost will tease, unaware the other officers flirting has severely ticked you off.
Omega!Reader who tries to pull Ghost to their whim once, getting so far as a utility closet before Ghost shoves them in, pressing his chest to their back, hearing them whimper desperately for something.
"Shh, think you get to do that sweetheart? No, no angel." He whispers, kissing your cheek and rutting against your ass.
I'm sure you'll work it out together somehow 😉
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sooniebby · 3 months
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Don’t ask how I thought of this… it’s trans male reader, no set character—imagine whoever you want. Bottom reader. Use of pussy, and other “feminine” words. This lowkey just self indulgent, so the reader isn’t fully transitioned 🫶🏼 don’t read if you get dysphoric easily.
You knew your friend did “sex work” on the side. And the reason why it wasn’t true “sex work” was because it was just him and his girlfriend recording themselves having sex and posting it onto Twitter.
It was just a kink for them, really, he never said anything about getting paid for it. But you remember them thinking about putting a paywall to see the full videos.
More power to them, or whatever. When you became roommates with said friend, him and his girlfriend made sure to record any videos when you were gone. Which was great.
It wasn’t until the two broke up, amicably actually, she just found out she was a lesbian—you thought his Twitter porn days were over now he didn’t have a partner. Since he didn’t like doing solo content
What you didn’t think was that he’d ask you to do something with him
“It’s just until I find someone else,” he said, nonchalantly.
“But it doesn’t give you money.”
“Oh we did make money off it. Not a lot, but decent money. Julie was gonna keep doing it with me just to keep some money but now she’s making lesbian content.”
“But girls! Wasn’t it straight porn?”
He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m straight… the viewers won’t care, pussy’s pussy!” He laughed until he saw your face. “Oh well if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t gotta do it. It is a strange request.” He moved to get up until you grabbed his hand.
“How much?”
“Huh?”
“How much do you earn from the videos?”
“Depends. The viewers love oral sex and teasing videos. Those usually get over… 2k—”
“—I’m in.”
“Seriously?”
“Cash is cash. They won’t be seeing my face right?”
“No. The focus,” he kneeled down close to you, “will be on down here.” His hand trailed against your crotch. “You just gotta lay there and be pretty, baby.”
No wonder the girls who ever dated him cried when they broke up. Who would willingly leave someone with a tongue like this?
You had told him there was no way you’d allow him to call you baby girl or anything of the sort which he happily agreed.
“Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”
“Wouldn’t want it to.” You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed to be nude from the waist down in front of your friend. He smirked slightly grabbed his phone as he aimed it to film your crotch area.
“Don’t say that—not when you’ll end up begging for more.”
You didn’t even get to retort that as you felt his finger rub against your clit. Your breathing hitched as he was slow with his touch, teasing your outer lips. Down and up, small strokes, and a light push.
You could see why these videos got viewers—it was driving you crazy each time he teased your clit before pulling away. Your hips began flinching slightly, subconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the palm of his hand.
“Did I say you could do that?”
You instantly froze, dropping your hips right back down on the bed.
“Good boy.” He whispered, making sure the phone didn’t pick it up.
What the fuck?! That… that was for you alone, right? While you were reeling at how easily he could command you, you cried out feeling two fingers shove itself inside your hole.
His fingers moved fast, spreading you open. You didn’t even realize you weren’t hiding your whimpers as you tried to calm down from the sudden pleasure. Your legs twitched and spasmed, fingers digging into the bedsheets for some sort of stability.
But then he stopped. Just as fast as he started.
He ended the video and wiped his fingers against your thigh, smirking. “Alright, last video, then that’s it. You doing alright?”
“H…huh…?” You could only sputter out, reeling in shock.
“Starting video now.”
You glanced down, watching as he pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. Oh, he was.. a bit big. His cock flopped right against your pussy, causing you to shudder in response.
It wasn’t that you were a virgin… but fuck, you were embarrassingly excited to have his cock so close, just inches away from your hole.
“Condom?” You whispered
He didn’t answer, subtly shaking his head. You watched as he started the new video and placed his cock right against your pussy. You couldn’t look away, wanting to see if you could really take in something so thick and long.
But he didn’t.. push in?
With his free hand gripped tightly on your hips, he began rubbing his cock right against your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip to try and keep your voice down.
You tried to rub against him but he held you down easily with his hand on your hips. It surprised you that he could do that with just one hand but you weren’t complaining.
“You want it, huh? Just look at it,” he moved the phone down to get a good look at your soaked pussy. “Never seen someone this wet for me. I’m flattered, baby.”
His hand released your hips and he suddenly stopped moving. You looked over to him, wondering why in god’s name he would stop. But all you saw was a shit eating grin. He wanted you to do the rest.
Any sort of self respect you had was gone. You just wanted to cum already.
You began to move your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock. A few times, by pure luck, his cock threatened to push inside—but each time he’d fix his cock. Why would he let you get fucked?!
No matter, you reached down to begin rubbing your clit, needing some form of stimulation when he grabbed your wrist.
“I thought you were a good boy?” He asked, a false sense of sadness in his tone. “C’mon, be good for the camera.”
Once again, he made sure only you heard that. Why’d he keep doing? To rile you up? You’re already close anyway.
But then he stopped…? Again?!
“All done. Thanks again, man.” He patted your tummy and got up, pulling his pants over his cock. You wouldn’t deny that you felt your word shatter seeing it being covered by those stupid excuse of pants.
“That’s…?”
“I’ll send you your cut by the end of the week!”
He was leaving? After all that? He was just going to leave without fucking you? You quickly sat up on the bed and grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. He didn’t turn over to face you, keeping his gaze on his phone.
“Wait… that’s it..? N..nothing else?” You whispered breathlessly, needing release, quickly. And you didn’t want to rely on some plastic dildo when there was a real thing just a few inches away.
“Yeah. I just needed two videos for this month. Why?”
“I… I…”
“Begging for me?” He asked, cheekily, looking up to finally look at you. “C’mon, use your words. What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
“Do I? Because if you don’t say it, I’ll do what I want with you.”
It didn’t take long for him to make you cum. As soon as his cock entered your pussy, you came. And then he really did what he wanted with you. You were too far gone to really think as it happened, but you were sure he took many pictures after, enjoying the sight of your cream filled pussy.
You certainly helped him again, and a few times after that…
Though… you’re starting to wonder…
You can’t find his and Julie’s twitter account…
And when you, embarrassingly, asked Julie—
She said they deleted the account when they broke up
Ooh. Spooky lol, what can I say? I love manipulative men…
Tag list: @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life69 @remdayz @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @iwishtobeacrow @smellwell @tomoeroi @tehyunnie @love-kha1 @star-3214 @rhetorical-conscience
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moonlit-solace · 2 years
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rings of power is nonsensical I just could not with this episode
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A Word of Advice About Critique Groups, Beta Readers, and Other Peer-Based Feedback on Your Writing
In my time as a professional editor, I've had many writers come to me with stories they've been trying to improve based on suggestions from critique groups, beta readers, or other non-professional feedback sources (friends, family, etc.). The writers are often frustrated because they don't agree with the feedback, they can't make sense of the comments they've gotten, or they've tried their best to implement the suggestions but now they've made a big mess of things and don't know where to go from here.
If this happens to you, you're not alone. Here's the deal.
Readers and beginning writers are great at sniffing out problems, but they can be terrible at recommending solutions. For that reason, critique groups can be a disastrous place for beginning writers to get advice.
Here's a good metaphor. Imagine you don’t know the first thing about cars. Someone tells you, “There’s oil leaking onto the driveway. You should cover the car with a giant garbage bag.” Alarmed, you oblige, only to be told the next day that “now the car smells like burning plastic and I can’t see out the windows.”
A mechanic would’ve listened to the critic’s complaint and come up with their own solution to the leaking oil, ignoring the amateur’s ridiculous idea, because they know how to fix cars and can use their skills to investigate symptoms and find the correct solution.
Critique groups actually aren’t bad places for experienced writers, because they can listen to the criticism, interpret it, and come up with their own remedies to the problems readers are complaining about. Beginning writers, on the other hand, can end up digging themselves into a deeper hole.
There's a great Neil Gaiman quote about this very conundrum:
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.
So what to do?
First, try to investigate the reader's complaint and come up with your own solution, instead of taking their solution to the problem. Sometimes, in the end, the reader's solution was exactly right, which is lovely, but don't count on it. Do your own detective work.
Second, take everything you hear with a huge grain of salt, and run the numbers. Are 9 out of 10 readers complaining about your rushed ending? It's probably worth investigating. Does nobody have an issue with your abrasive antagonist except your cozy mystery-loving uncle? Then you might not need to worry about it.
Third, give everything you hear a gut check. Does the criticism, while painful, ring true? Or does it seem really off-base to you? Let the feedback sit for a week or so while you chill out. You might find you're less sensitive and open to what's been said after a little more time has passed.
Lastly, consider getting professional feedback on your writing. Part of my job as an editor is to listen to previous feedback the writer has gotten, figure out whether the readers were tracking the scent of legitimate problems, and offer the writer more coherent solutions. Of course, some professional editors aren't very good at this, just like some non-professional readers are amazing at it, so hiring someone isn't a guarantee. But editors usually have more experience taking a look under the hood and giving writers sound mechanical advice about their work, rather than spouting ideas off the top of their head that only add to the writer's confusion.
Hope this helps!
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hiimnothere1 · 20 days
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The thought of coming home a long day to a sub and using them is cool, but I prefer the idea of a sub coming home to me instead.
"Welcome home, puppy. Was work stressful?"
Hugging you tight, giving little kisses as a reward for working so hard. Kissing your neck while you vent to me about your day. Your voice would be a pitch higher as I start giving you small hickeys on your lower neck and collar bone.
"W-Well work was alright. Nothing b-bad happened~"
You'd put your hand with a bracelet with "Daddy's Pet" written under it on my hair, pulling me in while the other wraps around my waist.
"Is there anything I can do to help you unwind?"
"You" you mumble under your breath
"What was that, darling?"
I'd put my ear close to your mouth while you get flustered, not wanting to repeat it
"Please, puppy. Anything"
"Y-You, daddy"
Upon your admittance, I'd sweep you off your feet and bring you to the bedroom and slam you onto the bed.
"Do you need me to wash your stress away"
"M-Mhmm~"
My lips would plant themselves onto you as my hand would work its way down from your stomach to your pants.
Your embarrassing little moans that you try to hold back would fill me with encouragement to touch you more until you can't hold back anymore.
"M-More~" you'd whimper
"I want more of you, daddy~"
My fingers would feel how wet you are and slip into your underwear. You'd wrap your hands around my back, gripping onto me for dear life, leaving scratch marks as I finger you faster to hear more of your moans and bringing you closer to cumming"
"I-Im gonna cuuuum~"
"Come on, you worked hard for your job. Now work hard for me. Hold it"
Your grip on my back would get tighter as you dig your nails in.
"You're doing so good. You can cum in 5"
"4."
"3."
"2."
"1."
Your body would start twitching as you start cumming all over my finger. Screaming as you hug me tight and dig your nails even deeper into my back, leaving marks.
"That's my baby. You did so good~"
You'd close your eyes while breathing heavily trying to recover before you feel your pants being pulled off, and something pressing against your underwear.
"You still seem stressed. Let's change that"
Even though you can't take anymore, you're too tired to argue as you feel your panties get pushed to the side and the tip press against your hole, slowly pushing deeper.
"You feel so good, darling"
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you hug your pillow, muffling your moans by biting it.
The feeling would slide out of you before slamming back in, each thrust sending a jolt through your body.
"God your hole is so fucking tight"
The sound of your muffled moans fill the room each time I thrust into you as you slowly pass out from the pleasure
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