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Me when I accidentaly catapulted myself into a situation where I have to write about the repair of an advanced spaceship engine (I know nothing about spaceships or engines):
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goldkirk · 2 months
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Patreon question
I'm focusing hard on budgeting, and one of the things I want to do more of in the coming year is support independent creators/small groups on Patreon and Substack, even if I can only do a little bit at a time. I have a few creators I already support on Patreon, and two on Substack, but I'd love to support more.
I know you've got creators that you love to support on these platforms! Tell me who you support and why you started supporting them if you have creators that are especially unique or near and dear to you. Anything and everything, across the board, I love supporting small business and I love finding new people and niches I never heard about before. There're no wrong answers here!
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firein-thesky · 1 year
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hello!!
👀 (if you're still accepting!)
i am!! just slow on the reply bc i’ve been a lil busy 💞💞
for you, i have a snippet of a gojo wip that is a grad school au! he is horribly annoyingly genius. he studies physics and the reader is in grad school for creative writing (specifically for sci-fi short stories)
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trigunwritings · 1 year
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Hello! As a long time Trigun fan, I'm so glad that Stampede has brought some talented writers like yourself into the fandom! Have you written any Independent plant/Knives or /Vash fics before? If so, do you have a tag I can search for, if you ever write any? Reader or self inserts that feature the reader as a plant seem to be rare, in my searches. Thanks again for writing and sharing your work!
Thank you so much!! It’s a fandom I had always wanted to explore, as my wife is a longtime fan of the original anime, but it’s pretty difficult for me to get into older stuff since I’m a creator that thrives on being part of an active fan community—though I’m certain I would have gotten into the fandom eventually, Stampede was a really great jumping-off point for me to explore everything else!
As for the question, I haven’t written any Plant!Reader/Vash or /Knives *yet*, but it’s definitely something I want to explore as a concept because that fuckin slaps. I love writing reader characters as unique or powerful in some way (be it literally powerful or through the Power of Friendship and Love) so like… plant!Reader is right up my lane as something to write about in extreme detail 👀
So like, if you or anyone else wants to toss any specific plant!reader ideas my way, my askbox is absolutely open for all of that 👌
(and when I do write it, the posts will be tagged #plant!reader among any other appropriate tags c: )
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mortola · 4 months
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much love rf kuang i love ur work i enjoyed babel a lot. ur selections for best american sci fi this year are bad!
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matryosika · 7 months
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The Look
Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader Wordcount: 2,159 words Genre: Smut (18+) Includes: Ex!hyunjin, mentions of break up and indications of an unhealthy relationship (nothing too detailed or specific). Possesiveness, a bit of angst if you squint. Infidelity? But not really? It's nothing too serious, anyway. Smut warnings under the cut. Author's Note: Wrote this TODAY. Everybody say congratulations on overcoming your writer's block Femme! It honestly has been a fucking while since I wrote anything, so this is news to me really. To be really honest I didn't want to get anywhere with this, I just felt like indulging myself with the "we shouldn't be doing this" kind of trope, so this is what it came out! Please remember that english is not my first language and this is not proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance. If you like this, please leave a comment/reblog/ask and let me know what you think! AND if you wish to support my work further, you can buy me a ko-fi! The link it's in my pinned post. I love you for even reading me.
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Smut warnings: Sex in a public place (club's restroom). Unprotected vaginal sex mentions of a condom but they ended up not using it anyways. Lots of dirty talking and physical touch. No kissing at all because they're exes and they don't go around kissing each other, apparently (but they do fuck so... ?). Jealous and possesive Hyunjin. Creampie. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of petnames (baby and pretty). Hyunjin is kind of controlling, not in a dom kind of way but in a "I know you better than you know yourself" kind of way.
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“He can’t make you feel like I do, can he?”
It's hard to think coherently and give him a proper answer when his cock is hitting the deepest spots within you. Repeatedly.
Not only that, but he's holding your hips in the angle he knows best. 
Hyunjin is right, no one can make you feel like he does. In every sense of the sentence. 
“He doesn’t know how to fuck you like this, right?” The queries continue, plump lips dragging along your jaw and chin with no other purpose than to feel your skin. Despite you two ending things, seemingly for good, you somehow always found yourself in the same situation: against him, or on top of him, or underneath him. “I know you don’t let him”. 
You're reminded of whatever he is talking about when you feel the rubber of the condom inside your hand, gripping it just as harshly as your walls clench around Hyunjin's dick.
He is right again, you don’t let your new conquer fuck you raw like he is doing right now. Shit, you haven't even let him fuck you at all.
That is not something your ex boyfriend should know about. 
“Baby,” the pet name slips off your lips and it sends shivers down Hyunjin's spine. It has been a while since he has heard you calling him that, but it still has the exact same effect.
Perhaps it's now boosted, considering neither of you should be fucking each other at this point. At least not now, that you've started dating men again. 
Nothing too serious, but you've tried to convince everyone that you're already over your ex boyfriend. And if by over you mean completely obsessed and desperate for the way only he knows how to fuck you, then yes: you are over him.
“Feels good?” Hyunjin asks through gritted teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel tears of his sweat mixing with yours, his fresh and minty breath fanning your cheeks and eyelashes. You nod desperately, swallowing thickly in hopes of being able to articulate a single, monosyllabic word. Yet the way he feels inside your pussy is too overwhelming to even let you form a coherent response. “Do you really think he could fuck you hard like this? Make you this wet?”
He could, but you're never going to know anyway. 
“That’s why you keep crawling back to me,” he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels your walls convulsing around him, “that's why you keep letting me fuck you”. 
It was for the best, you repeat yourself every time he thrusts his cock deeper inside you. It was for the best, but that doesn't necessarily mean it was what you wanted.
Ending things off with Hyunjin seemed like the only way to go —you two just didn't work out, no matter how hard each one of you tried. 
You loved each other, but it was kind of a sick love, a poisonous one. One would think they'll be able to live through it, but it eventually consumes you.
It ignites a fire that can never be put down. And living amongst flames it's not exactly what either of you were looking for. 
“Right there,” you cry out, the pathetic sounds being drowned by the music and party bustle happening outside the club's restroom where your date is patiently waiting for you.
Does he know Hyunjin is fucking you just meters away from him? Does he know you're going back home with a sore pussy and cum trailing down your legs?
Hyunjin’s cock twitches at the idea of him finding out you’re being dicked down by none other than your ex. 
The one you claim to be over with. 
The one whose memory, you assured, wasn't a threat to a new relationship.
“Yeah, right here?” Damned be him, who knows you maybe too well. You suppress a scream when his palm digs into the flesh of your lower tummy, pressing down hard where the tip of his cock is brushing the deepest spots within you, “can you feel me here? Can you feel how hard my dick is?”
You moan in response. 
You can feel him there, and everywhere. You can feel his slim fingers pressed against the flesh of your hips. You can feel the tip of his nose buried on your neck, and his lips leaving a wet trail everywhere they go. You can feel his pulse, his heavy breathing.
The despair of being without fucking you for so long.
“That’s it,” Hyunjin groans when he feels you grinding your hips against his, lifting them up ever so slightly over the restroom sink. When you start forcing yourself against him, to do anything to feel him closer, he knows you're close to cumming. “That’s it, pretty, come and get what you want from me like you always do”. 
You have no other choice but to arch your back, the overwhelming pleasure taking control not only of your limbs but your whole body. You wrap your arms around Hyunjin's neck and your legs around his hips  tightly, pulling him as close as humanly possible.
“Just like that,” he praises you, licking his lips when his eyes fall to where your bodies connect. 
Hyunjin feels like he could come with that sight alone, but he needs to elongate it. What if you go back home with the man you're supposed to be on a date with, and decide that you want something serious with him? What if it's the last time he ever gets to fuck you? 
Hyunjin can't just come like that. He can't come without engraving the way your body feels inside his brain.
He can't come without letting his mouth speak freely what his pride doesn't allow him to say on a regular day.
Hyunjin can't come just yet. He needs you a bit more. A little bit longer.
“C-coming,” you sob against his neck, feeling him holding you tightly when your body trembles almost aggressively, “don’t stop, Hyunjin. D-don’t fucking stop”.
Not that he intended to.
Instead, he pushes his hips harder. Deeper. His hands move from your hips to your ass, and he uses his grip as leverage to piston even rougher inside you. 
So much so, you wince in pain. You don't want him to stop, but you can feel the built up tension exploding little by little. 
Like fireworks, one after the other.
“See?” Hyunjin groans, taking it upon him to help you ride your high. He doesn't slow down, despite how your nails are digging into his hair and the flesh of his nape. “We've broken up but your body still remembers me. You’re still so weak for me”. 
You hate how right he is, but you can't argue back. 
After going without each other for so long, almost 4 months, you didn't expect your body to react like this to his touch.
But it appears as if it has a mind of its own, one to which you have no access to. 
“No,” you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. The waves of pleasure travel from your core to the tip of your toes, and from your erect nipples to the thin hairs on your arms. You’re covered in goosebumps and can barely even remember any other name that’s not Hyunjin’s. “I’m not- I’m just-”.
It’s pointless to try and say something back. You're making a fool of yourself and you know it, but it seems as if your dignity always appears right at the epitome of the post-nut clarity. 
With Hyunjin's dick still inside you, you know such clarity is not going to last long, but you're going to hold on to it for as good as it lasts. 
“You’re just what?” He taunts you, guiding one of your hands from your arse to your face. He takes your cheeks and cups them, forcing your lips into a pathetic pout. “Desperate for me? For my touch?”
You try to shake your head as a way of saying no because your mouth can only do so much, but Hyunjin keeps you in place.
“No?” He asks you, frustration lingering on his tone. “Wasn’t this what you wanted all night long?”
4 months ago, things seemingly followed the natural course of them.
After much fucking and bickering, even after having broken up, you two parted ways —Hyunjin immersed himself in his profession, and you did the same. The late night calls weren't taken as frequently, and the drunken messages stopped receiving any sort of response.
It seemed as if you were already over each other —not only over the relationship, but those strange encounters you kept on having too. 
That was, of course, way long before tonight's affair. 
“No,” you whine yet again, trying to convince yourself that all that is happening wasn’t provoked and invited by you. “I was just- with my date”. 
“And where is that date of yours right now, pretty?” His voice is trembling, but Hyunjin still manages to keep his composure. 
He has always been the one to have the last word in everything, that much you know. And how could he not, when his voice stands strong even at moments like this, when his mind is completely losing control.
“You don’t even know, right?” 
He teases you, mouth slightly agape while a series of grunts and gasps escape his lips.
Sadly, he is getting closer.
“You don’t even know where he is because you stopped caring about him the minute you saw me, right?” The cockiness in his voice is a painful reminder that you're not as strong-willed as you think you are. Not only that, but it also reminds you of how true Hyunjin is. “You’re so easy to read, so f-fucking easy”. 
You clench around him when you hear how he struggles to keep on talking. The way he runs out of breath, and each groan that follows every word is getting you going way more than it should. 
“That gaze of yours-” Hyunjin continues, nibbling at his plump bottom lip while his cat-like eyes find yours in the middle of the neon lights, “always tells me exactly what you want”. 
The look. The sight that will be forever imprinted in Hyunjin’s mind for good.
That look you used to give him when you were on your knees, with your hands wrapped around his length and the tip of his cock hitting the deepest part in your throat. 
That look you always gave him when the tip of his dick slid for the first time that night inside of you, along with that sigh of relief that escaped your lips every time it happened.
The look. 
When you saw him standing right across from you at the club, Hyunjin could decipher your gaze easily. 
After all, he is the one who knows you the most. 
“And I know this is what you want, right?” He asks you, increasing the speed of his thrusts. They get rougher as they get sloppier, completely losing the steady and sensual rhythm he set at first. 
You press your lips in a thin line, shutting your eyes close right after they threaten to start spilling tears from them. 
Hyunjin is always too much to take, and you're not sure if you love it or hate it. 
“I know you miss me just as much as I do,” Hyunjin gasps, salty drops of sweat traveling from his temples to your chest and tummy. “You can try to get over me, but I know you won't,” each word is accompanied by a harsh thrusts of his hips. 
It feels like a threat, but it's a fact.
“You don’t want to get over me, you just want to pretend,” he's fully aware of how loud he is being. How whiny his words are coming off, how desperate he sounds overall. But he can’t help himself, not when he is so close to tasting that sweet relief he has been craving for months now. “You can fuck- every man you want-, but it is always going to be me who you think about when you're coming around their cocks”. 
With that, he lets out a raspier, more primal grunt. One that’s explosive enough to stop him right on his tracks, breathing heavily while his head hangs low. 
You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, just right after you came around him for the third time tonight. 
Unexpected, without a warning. 
Your orgasm washed over you just as quickly as Hyunjin's did. With a dry throat and strangled breath you look at each other, feeling his hot arousal pumping inside you, painting your walls white. 
One would think that there's nothing left to say. Not when you're in this state of frenzy, completely unaware of your surroundings. 
But, as usual, Hyunjin has to have the last word.
“That is, if they can get you to come at all”. 
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rockstxr-x · 2 months
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Bragging Rights
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Synopsis: When the squad finds out about Bob's girlfriend, some are more skeptical than others. After an exciting beach day, it's clear to everyone that Bob's the real winner.
Pairing; Bob Floyd x reader
CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut(fingering, handjob, they get a little adventurous out in the water) Swearing, Lewis's hands-yes its a warning lol
WC: 3k
A/n: Okay this is my first time writing smut so take it easy. This is my participation in IBFFM by @attapullman. This is also my first Bob post, which I'm happy about, I love my little WSO.
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You’d been with Bob just over a year and a half, and back in Lemoore, before Bob was called back to Top Gun, you and him were thinking about moving in together. With the Dagger squad now permanently stationed in San Diego, Bob had found a beautiful modern farm style house, for the two of you, and within just a few short weeks you were fully moved in. 
Despite finally being settled in San Diego, you had yet to meet any of Bob’s squad mates. Bob was a very private person, usually taking longer to open up about his person life especially with people from work. 
It wasn’t until one Friday night at the Hard Deck where the squad landed on the topic of relationships where the truth came out. 
“What about you Bob? Got anyone special? Phoenix asked. 
Before he could speak Hangman interjected, “yeah right, baby on board? No way, he can barely speak to Penny without stuttering.” 
“Oh bite it bagman” Phoenix countered looking back at Bob for him to speak. 
“Well, yeah I-I have a girlfriend, a-actually we just moved in together.” He said quietly. 
The majority of the group was listening to him, however Hangman rolled his eyes, completely not believing his fellow pilot. “yeah right, then how come we’ve never met her? Or ever know her name?” Hangman asked. 
“Oh w-well, uhh she’s been kinda busy lately ya’ know with the move and stuff, but her name’s Y/N.” Bob replied. 
“Oh really” Jake states sarcastically, “how about you tell us a bit about her.” He demands narrowing his eyes at the WSO. 
“Well um, she’s a writer, thats actually kinda how we met. We both went to the same book store all the time, and we started talking. Although while I like history, and sci-fi she reads more mystery and romance,” Bob replies blushing slightly when thinking back to those days. 
“Wow good story, too bad its probably made up” Jake boasts. 
“Lay off him Hangman, seriously, just because you pick up badge bunnies every week doesn’t mean you have the right to judge someone else’s relationship” Phoenix argues back. 
“Yeah Hangman, just because Bob likes to keep his personal life private doesn’t mean that he’s lying, better that than listening to you brag about your dating life” Rooster states while sending glares Hangman’s way. 
“Listen all I’m saying is a man should be proud of his lady, ya know show her off a little” Jake justifies. 
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Bob arrives home and makes his way to your shared bedroom, and spotting you in the ensuite brushing your teeth. You look up at him in the mirror and smile as he walks towards you, his arms find there way around your waist, his lips softly brushing your neck. Soon enough you finish brushing your teeth and turn to your boyfriend giving him a chaste kiss. “Hey, did you have fun with your squad?” You ask.
“Yeah…I guess” Bob replies and he moves to begin brushing his teeth. 
“You guess? What happened?”
With a mouth full of toothpaste, Bob manages to to get a few words out “Hangman was annoying.” 
Pursing your lips you reply “well isn’t he always, at least that’s typically how you describe him.”
Spitting out his toothpaste and rinse his mouth, he turns giving you his full attention as he leans on the countertop, “yes, but he just kept bothering me.”
“About what?” You ask.
“About you”
“Me?”
“Yeah” he says moving to change out on his uniform, as you sit down on the bed. “We got on the topic of significant others and Phoenix asked if I had someone, and I said yes. They were all shocked that I did, but Hangman just didn’t believe me, and kept asking me questions all night about you to see if I was making it up, said that I should be showing you off.”  
“Ahh I see” you state as you pull back the covers and crawl into bed alongside Bob.
“Anyway, I kinda t-told them that you’d come with me to our beach day tomorrow, ya know to prove you actually exist” he explains. 
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry, I know I should have asked before and I know this was our first weekend that wasn’t going to be spent moving in and setting up the house, but I just wanted Hangman to quit bothering me” Bob rushed out apologetically.
Lifting you head off his bare chest, and looking at his face you reply “Honey it’s okay really. I’d love to meet your squad, especially to rub it in Hangman’s face.” 
“Really?”
“Yeah, don’t worry we’ll have plenty of weekends to ourselves in the future.” You say smiling before laying your head back down. 
Kissing your hair, Bob mumbles a quiet “thank you honey.” And with that you two fall asleep 
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The next morning you wake up and have a full breakfast with Bob before getting ready to head to the beach. You guys get there just pasted 11, most of the squad has already arrived, and have set up their towels, coolers and other beach essentials for the day. Getting out of the car you and Bob gather your bags from the backseat and head towards the group in the distance. You’re wearing a woven coverup over your swimsuit which really help accentuates your figure. 
“Well would you look at that.” Payback states, as the group continues to set up there stuff. Beside him Mickey looks up in the same direction, spotting Bob making his way over with you beside him. Finally Phoenix and Rooster turn and look, the later letting out a low whistle as they take you in. Hangman and Coyote haven’t noticed you yet as they set up their volleyball net down the beach. 
Finally reaching the rest of the group, Bob and you drop your gear before saying hello to the group of aviators in front of you. 
“Hey guys, um this is my girlfriend Y/N” Bob states. 
“Hi” you reply waving bashfully to the group.
Phoenix is the first to speak, introducing herself to you, “Hi I’m Natasha or Phoenix if you want, I’m Bob’s front seater.”
“Oh I’ve heard so much about you!” You reply excitedly. “It great to finally meet the woman whose keeping him safe in the air.”
“I love her already” Phoenix states giving you a brief hug. 
The rest of the group introduces themselves as you and Bob set up your towels and beach day gear. Once you’re all settled you decide to ask the big question, “So where is this Hangman I’ve heard so much about?”
Rooster chuckles before replying, “Bagman’s over there with Javy setting up the volleyball net.” He says while hooking his thumb over his shoulder to where the two were just about finished setting up. 
Squinting to try and see better, you spot the two figures as they begin to head back towards the group. Bob shifts nervously as they approach, already knowing whats coming. Taking notice of Bob’s uneasiness, you give him a reassuring kiss, as you continue setting up. 
Finally arriving back to the group Hangman loudly asks “Alright, whose ready to get their asses kicked in volleyball?” Looking up at the obnoxious aviator giving him a look of distaste, he finally takes notice of your presence. 
“Well what do we have here” Hangman asks while slowly making his way closer to you “Well hiya darlin’ name’s Hangman but you can call me Jake, pretty thing.” Flashing his signature smirk and sending you a wink. 
Scoffing and practically laughing in his face, you introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N, you know Bob’s girlfriend you didn’t believe existed” cocking you head to the side, smile etched on your face. 
Hangman’s smile drops, as he nervously swallows, unsure of what to say. Clearly he’s not used to having a woman call him out on his bullshit before, especially when meeting him for the first time. 
“Wow I’ve never seen someone put him in is place so fast before” Bradley states. 
Hangman sends a quick glare at Rooster before returning his attention to you. “Umm I’m sorry” he admits sheepishly. 
“Uh huh, you should be” you state, “but I think that apology should be directed to someone else don’t you think?”
Glancing up at you, Jake turns his attention to Bob whose standing briefly behind your shoulder his jaw set tight, “I’m sorry Bob” Hangman says. 
“Thanks man, I appreciate it” Bob replies, “Now if we can put this behind us, and try and enjoy the day, I think that would be best” Bob states.
Hangman nods, before moving to his setup and taking a drink, all while trying to avoid offending you even more. 
Deciding to be a bit bolder you shed you coverup as Bob and the rest of the squad get a better look at your swimsuit, hugging your body perfectly. You can tell the others are staring, even Phoenix, but you don’t care, its all for Bob at the end of the day. Gently placing you hand on Bob’s chest, his hands immediately going to your hips. Looking up at him with doe eyes you speak. 
“Hey bubs, can you help put some sunscreen on me, I don’t wanna burn,” you ask Bob, an all knowing smirk on your face, as you look up at him. You see his eyes darken, ever so slightly before he replies “Sure honey.” 
He starts on your legs, slowly workings way up, trying to discreetly grab at your ass. Eventually he continues upward, making sure to spend extra time on you waist, and back, you feel his hands flexing every now and then. God how you loved his hands, and right now they are driving you crazy, but it was all apart of your plan. 
All too soon he had finished applying your sunscreen, placing a brief kiss to your forehead before applying some to himself. 
Staring at Bob over your sunglasses, you could already tell this was take a little bit more effort. 
The boys decide to play volleyball down the beach, occasionally coming back to their stuff for waters’s and to take breaks. You’re lounging reading your latest book, and basking in the beautiful San Diego sunshine, getting a good tan going. The boys come back after another game, to hydrate and rest.
“How was the game guys?” Phoenix asked. 
“Oh it was great Bob and I won again” Rooster boasts as he takes a drink and sits down. 
“Yeah well Bob was the one carrying your team anyway Bradshaw” Javy drawled. “Bob always wins.” 
“Oh really?” You ask looking at Bob now sitting beside you “and what do you win?” 
Before he could answer you, Mickey chimes in “Oh just bragging rights mostly, we used to put money on games but that got out of hand quickly with this bunch.”
Leaning across Bob’s lap, you place a sweet kiss on his cheek, “well congratulations,” you state in a whisper. Bob notices a mischievous glint your eyes as you pull back, gently rubbing your hand down his chest and stomach before briefly applying pressure along the waistband of his swim trunks as you pull back and return to your towel. 
Sitting back on your hands, you tip your head to the sky, Bob watches as a bead of sweat dips down your neck, continuing to fall between the valley of your breasts. Licking his lips, desperately wanting to devour the open skin of you neck. 
Carefully getting up, you announce that you’re gonna take a dip, sending Bob a wink as you turn away from the group, heading towards the water, you put a little extra sway in your hips as you near the waters edge. 
“Honey wait up” Bob calls out, jogging slightly to catch up with you. Turning towards him, your pleased to know he is the only one joining you in the water. Holding your hand, you and him walk into the water going so deep that the water resting peacefully under your boobs. 
You take this as an opportunity to wrap your arms around Bob and try and drag him underwater, laughter pouring from both of your lips. 
“Aw look at them, they look so cute” Phoenix points out to the group, causing the rest of them to look at you and Bob in the water messing around, placing a sweet kiss on Bob’s lips as you come up from underwater. Eventually returning to their conversations, there attention no longer on you and Bob.
Little did they know what was actually happening in the deeper water. Your legs wrapped around Bobs waist as he holds you up, his big hands kneeling your ass as you grind against him. 
“Fuck you look so beautiful honey” Bob grunts, into your neck, already knowing you’re gonna have marks from his mouth later. 
You can feel him getting harder every time you grind against him, letting out soft whimpers as you get a delicious amount of friction on your clit. 
Holding you tighter, Bob grunts, whisper sweet nothings into your ear “that’s it honey, cmon,” “know you can get there," "be a good girl for me.” 
You could practically cum at his voice alone, loving it when he takes charge.
This is something new for you both, never really experimenting with sex outside of the bedroom, let alone on a public beach, but you don’t care, Bob is making you feel so good, causing you to throw caution to the wind. 
You can tell Bob enjoys this too, the thought of getting caught, but he enjoys seeing you fall apart just for him even more. 
Grinding faster now, as your hips seem to have a mind of there own, Bob moves one of his hands from your ass, his fingers teasing your core over your swimsuit. 
Your grip on Bob shoulders gets impossibly tighter as you let out an absolutely sinful moan. Not too loud of course, but if Bob keeps teasing you like this, you’ll have no choice to get louder. 
Letting out a low grunt Bob speaks “can I honey?” He ask condescendingly. All you can do is nod. Soon enough his fingers push aside the fabric of your swimsuit finally letting two fingers sink into your waiting heat. 
“Fuck sweetheart this all for me?” Bob asks.
Panting you try and reply “yes, yes all for you Robby” you mewl.
Robby. 
He loved when you called him that. 
Picking up the speed of his fingers adjusting you slightly so his thumb could rub against your clit, his arms still strongly wrapped around you holding you up against him. God he was so strong, you would happily let him pin you to any wall in your house and let him have his way with you. 
He could tell you were getting close with the way your walls were clenching around his fingers, he spoke “that’s its sweetheart, you gonna cum for me?”
Once again you find it difficult to speak, nodding into his shoulder letting out desperate whines.
Soon enough you’re cumming hard, clenching around his fingers as he begins to slow down his pace, while talking you through it, “there you go,” “ you’re so beautiful honey,” “my good girl.”
You’re coming down from your high, feeling weightless in Bobs embrace. He removes his fingers and readjusts your swimsuit bottoms giving you a light pat on the butt as your legs untangle themselves from his waist, carefully standing back on your own feet. 
“You did so good honey,” Bob states as he presses a kiss to your temple. You can still feel how hard he is, wordlessly you begin untying the string on his trunks
“Wanna make you feel good too” you state, and who is Bob to deny you, briefly looking over his should to make sure none of his coworkers are making there way into the water. 
Dipping your hand into his trunks, free his aching cock, you slowly jerk him off under the water. Bob’s trying not moan as he bites into his bottom lip, breathing heavily through his nose. Eventually Bob couldn’t take it anymore
“Fuck baby, I-I’m close” Bob stutters out, his hips working in tandem jerking up into your hand. 
Tightening your grip around him, he cums with a low groan, whispering you name as he tilts he’s head towards the sky. 
“Thank you baby” he states as he comes down “thank you so much.” 
After tucking himself back into his trunks and regaining his composure he takes in the the smirk on your face. Narrowing his eyes at you he realizes that you wanted this to happen. 
“You little minx, this was all apart of your plan, wasn’t it?”
“Well yes and no” you reply smugly “I wanted to rub it in Hangman’s face that you’re a much better man than him, no matter what he says, and this little excursion was only an added bonus” you reply laughing. 
Chuckling drying Bob responds “yeah well, I’m sure they’ll all notice the marks I left.” 
“Robby!” You gasp slapping his chest. 
“Don’t worry honey, just claiming what’s mine” Bob states causing you to blush. 
You simply reply by pressing a light kiss to his lips. 
“Come on honey, we should get back before they think we’re up to something” Bob says as his arm wraps around your waist pinching at the flesh there. 
You two begin to make you way back through the water and up along the beach, you legs still a little weak from your water activities. 
Finally making you way back to the group, expertly using your hair to cover your neck, while the two of you dry off. 
“Man you guys were out there a while, water must be nice” Payback states.
Looking at Bob with wide eyes you quickly recover “um yeah, something like that.”
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It isn’t until later that night at The Hard Deck, when Hangman notices the marks on your neck, having bruised over the past few hours. Bob admires his handiwork from the afternoon. 
Bob, ever so observant had noticed when Hangman saw them too, strolling over to his fellow aviator who is staring at his girl, he quietly asks “Whatta ya looking at Hangman?”
Shaking his head and dropping his eyes to the ground, he mumbles out “nothin.” 
Getting closer Bob replies, “don’t worry Hangman I get it. Just remember, I’ve got the bragging rights.” 
And with that, Bob let alone the squad doesn’t have to listen to Jakes obnoxious dating stories again. 
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Okay this was my first time ever writing smut so hopefully it wasn't terrible :)
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drdemonprince · 3 months
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When other people say that they do not have enough time to get something done, they (often, if they're quite healthy) mean they are taking into account the time it takes to do the laundry and arrange new pieces of furniture and cook dinner and meet up with friends to see a movie and run to the post office or the hair dresser and take the dog for walks and do the dishes and paint their nails and drive to the store and go to their cousin's wedding and go to the barbecue their friend is throwing on the weekend
they don't winnow their life down to just spending time at the computer, working from when they wake up until they cannot focus their eyes anymore, granola bars, coffee, and bottles of water all around them because of course they did not take time to have lunch or breakfast, only dragging themselves away from work when they are truly too exhausted to do any of it anymore, and then lacking the energy to do much of anything that remains of life but to eat a tiny bit more, sponge themselves off, and go to sleep.
i just saw a video of a fursuiter on their bed, legs kicked back, head propped on their hands, delightedly announcing that after many years of hard work they had finally finished their Master's degree. And some part of me, some sick withered part, thought really? you had time to do a Master's degree while also getting a fursuit done? and going to conventions, presumably? you had time in the day to research fursuit makers, have a sona designed and drawn by someone else (or to draw it yourself), to contact a maker to make a duck tape dummy of yourself, and to have a friend over to help you make it and to cut it off of you, to send it in the mail to the maker, to then get it and make videos? you had time to set up this beautiful bedroom that i see in your video, with a soft pink sham on the bed and LED lights behind your bookshelf and lamps and all kinds of stuffed toys? you had a life? you were out playing, and dancing, and pursuing your hobbies, and you did a master's degree?
because when i was working on my doctorate, there was nothing. three layers of foam on the floor with a fitted sheet over it. a folding card table from aldi that had cost $40 that my grandparents got me. no food in the fridge. no time to even get the internet installed, just stolen wi-fi when my laptop could pick it up. i woke up, got dressed, and slunk into the office. i sat alone in the dark working until my hunger made me furious and i could not write another word. and then i walked to the grocery store, got something to subsist on, went home, ate, kickboxing video, went to sleep. every day. with almost nothing breaking the routine.
and ive gotten better, so much better, but my brain still kind of works that way. i feel like i have to quit my job and stop being a writer if i want to have hobbies. to paint my bedroom. to marinate a meat for longer than fifteen minutes. to get a driver's license again. to take a trip. but i dont want to be like that any more. how do people know when to stop? i feel like i have to give everything my absolute all until there is nothing left or else i have done nothing. i feel that i would have to treat a hobby like a job to get it done. I feel that anything that takes more than two minutes is a huge waste of time i must feel guilty for. i am working on all these things. jesus i have been working on them for years at this point. but because i have been so successful at telling people to do less, i get pulled in. interview. workshop invitation. email. urgent in the subject line. call from my agent. meeting request from my boss. new book idea, better sell it now while my sales figures still look good. recording studio session. deadline. writing. can you talk about this. can you talk about that. tag. email. book idea. deadline. long heartfelt email. still so often i have to take my own damn advice.
and this is why i am getting a fursuit made!! and going to cons! and going to leather and latex events! and making socials that are separate for these things!! i am going to let myself be silly and soft and do frivolous things. i am so sick of what i do to myself, all the pursuit of seeming like a strong mature adult.
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disillusioneddanny · 11 months
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Hey you! Yeah you. Don’t do this shit. It’s rude.
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If you like an authors work and want them to tag you do more than this. All this does is make me roll my eyes and ignore you. Tell me what you like about the fic, reblog it with some tags do something. I’m not a machine who’s sole purpose is to write. I’m also not expected to tag anyone in my fics and demanding it like some of these users have is RUDE. if you like my work and you want to see more of it, help me get exposure, reblog it, instead of just saying tag me, tell me you liked it or what you liked about it. Fuck my ko-fi is in my pinned post. Buy me a coffee and I’ll write whatever the fuck you want. But don’t do this. It’s just rude and disrespectful.
If you do want to see more of a particular piece of work do the following:
- instead of saying “tag me” say something like “I really enjoyed this one shot and I liked this about it. If you continue will you tag me?”
-reblog and say something in the tags
-send me an ask anon or otherwise and I’ll drop everything to write something as soon as I see it lol
- buy me a coffee and it’ll be the exact same way :)
- literally interact with the post in some way aside from telling me to tag you and you’ll actually get tagged in future works.
-subscribe to my ao3 everything is posted there. I only post on work on tumblr if I’m responding to a prompt and I want the prompt writer to see it.
Remember authors aren’t machines. We write this stuff for free and exposure means a lot to us. Just saying tag me does nothing.
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indydonuts · 4 months
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Two Against One - I Like Those Odds* (Zosan x fem!reader)
*Work has been retitled because I was too panicked about posting smut to think of something decent the first time ha
Every fic writer has two universes. There’s the canon one with the character development, intricate backstory and detailed storylines, then there’s the other one, which exists solely to fulfill whatever filthy fantasies you can think of, plot and characters be damned. (18+, MDNI)
So yeah, this is from that second one. Enjoy!
Summary: While enjoying a night off the Sunny, Zoro and Sanji agree to fulfill a certain fantasy of yours.
Notes: Zosan x fem!reader, established friends with benefits, poly/threesome
CW: Smut, PWP, fingering, lots of dirty talk, verbal humiliation, (18+ MDNI)
(Please let me know if I need to add anything!)
You fall back onto the bed with a soft thud. The linens are soft and plush, while the mattress itself is big enough to fit half of the Straw Hat Crew. 
"Last chance, Lovely," a male voice calls from the doorway.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" asks a second.
You look over at your two shipmates, Zoro and Sanji, as they enter the hotel room, both wearing matching expressions of seriousness.
You’d talked about this night weeks ago, proposing the idea over a few rounds of drinks. When the buzz faded but the interest remained, that’s when you started discussing the details. What was wanted from the experience, what the expectations were, do’s and do not’s, hard limits and boundaries — these were the things that made your arrangement work.
"Yes," you say softly, looking each of them in the eyes.
Zoro shakes his head. "Not good enough," he says, closing the few steps toward the bed. He cups your cheek and gently angles your face to look up at him. We've gotta hear you say it, Anata. Tell us what you want."
You shiver slightly and try to turn away, but Zoro holds your chin firmly, but gently, in place.
"We're not going one step further until you say it with your own words," he says flatly.
Scrunching your eyes shut, you lean into his touch and take a deep breath, digging deep down for some courage.
"I...I want you and Sanji to...bully me...in bed," you say softly, but loud enough to be heard.
Sanji casually walks over to stand beside Zoro.
"You know I'm never one to deny a lady what she wants," he says with a wolfish grin.
Zoro matches it with one of his own, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb. 
"I needed to hear it, because I'm not sure I'm gonna wanna stop once we start," he replies.
You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Goosebumps race across your skin in anticipation. There had to be something wrong with you for wanting this, right? You shouldn’t want to be at someone else’s mercy. You shouldn’t want to be used or played with like some kind of object. By all accounts, those are things you should avoid at any cost. 
Sanji sits down on your right as Zoro takes the place on your left. 
But something about this, about them having control, makes you feel safe while sending a thrill between your legs that you can’t explain. 
Your gaze darts between them, as if trying to figure out who will strike first.
Sanji snorts a laugh. "You look so cute, Lovely," he says, pulling you in for a soft kiss that tastes of smoke and spices. 
Strong arms wrap around you from behind, as Zoro leaves a trail of kisses across your neck. Sanji kisses you again, nipping at your bottom lip, as his hand slides slowly up your thigh. Zoro bites the crux of your shoulder, pulling a soft moan from your lips. 
"We even got the fancy room so no one would complain about all the screaming you're about to do," he growls in your ear.
You let out a soft whimper, feeling the heat of a blush wash across your face as you melt at the words. Sanji gives a low chuckle before kissing you again. 
"You're so damn cute, I can't wait to taste every inch of you," he murmurs between kisses.
Zoro's hands slide lazily up your shirt to your breasts, his callused fingers finding your hardened nipples. You gasp as you arch into his touch. Sanji moves to suck on your neck, mixing in quick bites between licks and kisses. His hand traces aimless shapes along your thighs as it climbs higher, sliding beneath the hem of your skirt. You shift slightly, their touches both too much and not enough all at once.
Sensing your impatience, Zoro gives your nipples a sharp twist. You cry out his name and before you can even orient yourself, Sanji's fingers are rubbing against the damp fabric of your panties. 
You moan, your body writhing and twisting in both directions, pulled by each man's touch.
"Look how wet you are already, Lovely," Sanji breathes, pulling his hand away to reveal glistening fingers. "You're going to make such a mess."
Zoro leans over and puts Sanji's fingers in his mouth, slowly licking each digit. 
"Hey!" Sanji snaps.
"Why don't you come get a taste then, shitty cook?" Zoro challenges with a wicked grin.
"Fucker," Sanji mutters with half a smile before meeting Zoro in a deep kiss, savoring the taste of one lover on the mouth of the other.
You don't think it’s possible to blush any harder as the intimate moment unfolds inches in front of you. Was this how Sanji felt right before a nosebleed? 
When the two break apart, they take notice of your staring.
"Is someone getting jealous?" Zoro teases, nipping at your ear lobe.
"N-no!" you protest weakly, words deteriorating into moans as he moves to suck on a sensitive spot just below it. 
"We're sorry, Lovely," Sanji purrs, gently spreading your thighs a bit as he hikes up your skirt to slip a hand down your underwear. "We promise all the attention will remain on you tonight."
You let out a sound that’s caught between a sob and a moan as the blonde cook slowly rubs his fingers up and down your slit.
Zoro guides you gently onto your back.
"How the fuck are you still dressed?" he asks, before yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. "We want to see everything."
The cool night air rushes over your skin, but you can't tell if it’s the chill or the lusty stares of the two men that make you tremble.
Your nipples harden in the exposed air.
"That looks painful," Zoro says, giving one a rough flick, causing you to flinch. "Let me warm it up for you."
He shifts down the bed to cup one of your breasts. He gives it a teasing lick before pulling it in his mouth and beginning to suck. 
"Well, we can't leave the other one neglected, can we?" Sanji teases, taking the opposite one in his mouth before sinking two fingers inside you.
You can't even form words, you just make sounds — pure, animalistic noise that begs for your partners to continue. 
Zoro adds his hand between your legs, his fingers making swift circles around your clit as Sanji thrusts in and out of you at a matching pace. You writhe beneath the two of them, hopelessly pinned. 
"You look so cute when you're about to cum," Zoro says gruffly. He's shifted to his side, weight braced on his forearm so he can get a better look at you. 
Sanji scrapes his teeth along your nipple before letting go with a wet pop.
"Look at you, enjoying two different hands," he teases. "We're gonna spoil you at this rate."
Their words send shocks of shame and excitement down your spine. You whimper and try to hide your face by turning towards the sheets.
"Hey now, don't hide," Zoro says, licking the exposed side of your neck. "We wanna watch the show."
You feel like you’re about to burst into flames. Between their wicked words and their hands, you’re almost at your limit.
"Come for us, Lovely," Sanji murmurs.
As if on command you come undone, moaning and screaming as the two men work every drop of ecstasy from you. 
Zoro plants a kiss on your temple. "That's one," he says with a smirk.
You’re still catching your breath. You’re not sure you'll survive a second one, but you were certainly willing to try.
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Thank you very much for reading! This is my first time posting smut in a long while and I'm kind of terrified. If it goes well and I can find the courage, there are parts 2 and 3 as well.
Okay byyyeeeee.
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thelargefrye · 2 months
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🌷 SMALLS’ FIC RECOMMENDATION LIST.
i've seen a lot of fic rec lists circulating in the community recently and so i felt like i should also make one to support fellow writers who i think really deserve that extra love and attention.
so this is also an appreciation post because i have quite a few things to say. these are mainly writers that i enjoy reading and think need a lot more love and attention because let's be honest, they have amazing ideas and people are just sleeping on them.
so, i'll just jump right into it! make sure to send these writers love and reblog their works!!!
my best friend and person i share a braincell with : @sanjoongie
check out her master list.
like you want to talk about talent? topaz is the one who breathes talent and ideas that literally no one else is coming up with. like if i had to read only one person for the rest of my life, it would be topaz because her writing is just amazing. her moodboards that she makes for her works, perfect. everything topaz does when it comes to writing is amazing, and i'm so glad that she's my best friend and braincell.
and not only that, but topaz is just nice to be talk to! like she makes you want to repeatedly talk to her and she is so good at helping flesh out my own ideas. i wouldn't have written half the things i did last year if it wasn't for her.
anyways, i'm so grateful and proud to call topaz my braincell because she's so amazing, talented, and nice. it breaks my heart that more people don't talk about HER. like you want to read something different and so well written then you need to read literally ANY work topaz has written.
topaz, my lovely braincell, thank you for putting up with me and my shit 24/7. if it wasn't for you i probably wouldn't have gotten out of my writer's block. and just now that i love you and thank you for being an amazing friend and writer.
and if you've gotten this far, i'll just straight up tell you that this is topaz appreciation post. so now i'll link some of my favorite works by her and tell you why i love them:
twilight academy ( all parts ) ( rated : mature )
wizard professor!seonghwa x wizard professor!f!reader ft. ateez
this currently has four parts and is still ongoing and is literally SO good. like who else is writing about a professor au WHERE THEY ARE ALL WIZARDS. and not to mention the worldbuilding and history that is all mentioned and talked about. its so so so good and the smut in it is absolutely to die for. and the chemistry between seonghwa and mc is so good, i love when they go back and forth.
breed ( part one ) ( rated : mature )
ateez x f!reader ( most of the members are aliens with san and another member being human )
now THIS is an alien au done right and different and basically sum it up with one sentence its "alien!teez doing sexual experiments" (from @/morethingsfandom). like its just so good and the SMUT! THE SMUT IS WHY WE ARE HERE PEOPLE!! THIS IS WHAT SCI-FI SMUT IS ABOUT!!! like this is honestly pure pwp and a nice switch up if maybe twilight academy isn't your thing.
see? topaz does everything!
dragon oracle ( here ) ( rated : mature )
dragon!ateez x dragon!f!reader ( based off of my own dragon au )
THIS!! in my opinion is one of topaz's best works (i may be biased lol) and def my favorite from all time. topaz took my au and did her own spin on it and made it her own. she cared about the source material, asked questions, let me ramble, and then boom! a masterpiece was made. if you like my dragon au, then i highly, HIGHLY recommend you read this. and if you've already read... then read it again.
i wish it was me ( here ) ( rated : 18+ )
water bender!san x avatar!hongjoong x water bender!f!reader x water tribe warrior!yunho ( implied ot8 )
again another fic that is based off of mine but literally made it her own because topaz is just that talented. a "what-if" au for my alta series where mc is a water bender and with san and yunho. absolutely amazing and does so well with writing all the characters and their dynamics. a def read if you love atla!
sweet sorrow of evil ( master list ) ( rated : mature )
ateez x evil queen!f!reader ( members have different roles within the story )
this is a collab story between topaz and me and i couldn't make this post and NOT include this series that we are working on together. this really just shows what two authors can make when they come together. we co-wrote the prologue and are currently writing the first chapter. this world is our baby and i love and it has the both of us in a chokehold, i'm so proud of the world me and here built and i want everyone to see it.
and honestly, that's just the tip of the iceberg cause topaz has SO MANY more but these are just the ones that i always think about. like, i really suggest you all check out topaz's works. i have more of her fics on my fic rec blog (@comicsan) so if you want to see more of her and other fics that i have enjoyed then i would check that blog out.
please go show my bestie support, it would mean the world to me!
thank you 🩷
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cupids-chamber · 4 months
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— THE CONCUBINE GAME EVENT !! ♡. Event info ; Before the release of the series in it's self, we will be holding an event in which YOU can send any requests for this series, and the characters in this au. (Certain character descriptions have yet to be made, will be out in a week or so)
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Includes Yuuka + Yuuken and RSA characthers.
You may send romantic/polyamorous requests.
You may send suggestive requests.
You cannot send yandere requests. (As the characters are written in a certain way for the plot, this does not include possessive behavior.)
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specialagentartemis · 10 months
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Black Women writing SFF
The post about Octavia Butler also made me think about the injustice we do both Butler, SFF readers, and Black women SFF writers by holding her up as the one Black Woman Writing Sci-Fi. She occupies an important place in the genre, for her creativity, the beauty and impact of her writing, and her prolific work... but she's still just one writer, and no one writer works for everybody.
So whether you liked Octavia Butler's books or didn't, here are some of the (many!!! this list is just the authors I've read and liked, or been recommended and been wanting to read) other Black women writing speculative fiction aimed at adults, who might be writing something within your interest:
N. K. Jemisin - a prolific powerhouse of modern sff. Will probably have something you'll like. Won three Hugo awards in a row for her Broken Earth trilogy. I’ve only read her book of short stories, How Long ‘Til Black Future Month? and it is absolutely story after story of bangers. Creative, chilling, beautifully written, make you think. They’re so good and I highly recommend the collection. Several of her novels have spun out of premises she first explored through these short stories, most recently “The City Born Great” giving rise to her novel The City We Became. Leans more fantasy than sci-fi, but has a lot of both, in various permutations. 
Nisi Shawl - EDIT: I have been informed that Nisi Shawl identifies as genderfluid, not as a woman. They primarily write short stories that lean literary. Their one novel that I’ve read, Everfair, is an alternate-history 19th century that asks, what if the Congo had fought off European colonization and became a free and independent African state? Told in vignettes spanning decades of political organization, political movements, war tactics, and social development, among an ensemble of local African people, Black Americans coming to the new country, white and mixed-race Brits, and Chinese immigrants who came as British laborers.
Nnedi Okorafor - American-Nigerian writer of Africanfuturism, sci-fi stories emphasizing life in present, future, and alternate-magical Africa. She has range! From Binti, a trilogy of novellas about a teenage girl in Namibia encountering aliens and balancing her newfound connection to space with expectations of her family; to Akata Witch, a middle-grade series about a Nigerian-American girl moving to Nigeria and learning to use magic powers she didn’t know she had; to Who Fears Death, a brutal depiction of magical-realism in a futuristic, post-war Sudan; to short stories like "Africanfuturism 419", about that poor Nigerian prince who’s desperately sending out those emails looking for help (but with a sci-fi twist), and "Mother of Invention" about a smart house taking care of its human and her baby… she’s done a little bit of everything, but always emphasizes the future, the science, and the magic of (usually western) Africa.
Karen Lord - an Afro-Caribbean author.  I actually didn’t particularly like the one novel by her I’ve read, The Best of All Possible Worlds, but Martha Wells did, so. Lord has more novels set in this world—a Star Trek-esque multicultural, multispecies spacefuture set on a planet that has welcomed immigrants and refugees for a long time, and become a vibrant multicultural planet. I find her stories rooted in near-future Caribbean socio-climatic concerns like "Haven" and "Cities of the Sun" and her folktale-fantasy style Redemption in Indigo more compelling.  And more short stories here.
Bethany C. Morrow - only has one novella (short novel?) for adults, Mem, but it was creative and fascinating and good and I’d be remiss not to shout it out. In an alternate-history 1920s Toronto, scientists have discovered how to extract specific memories from a person—but then those memories are embodied as physical, cloned manifestations of the person at the moment the memory was made. The main character is one such “Mem,” struggling to determine who she is if she was created from and defined by one single traumatic memory that her original-self wanted to remove. It’s mostly quiet, contemplative, and very interesting.  (Morrow has some YA novels too. I read one of them and thought it was okay.)
Rebecca Roanhorse - Afro-Indigenous, Black and "Spanish Indian" and married into Diné (Navajo). I’ve read her ongoing post-apocalyptic fantasy series starting with Trail of Lightning, and am liking it a lot; after a climate catastrophe, the spirits and magic of the Diné awakened to protect Dinetah (the Navajo Nation) from the onslaught; and now magic and monsters are part of life in this fundamentally changed world. Coyote is there and he is only sometimes helpful. She also has a more traditional second-world epic high fantasy, Black Sun, an elaborate fantasy world with quests and prophecies and seafaring adventure that draws inspiration from Indigenous cultures of the US and Mexico rather than Europe. She also has bitingly satirical and very incisive short stories like “Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience” about virtual reality and cultural tourism, and the fantasy-horror "Harvest."
Micaiah Johnson - her multiverse-hopping novel The Space Between Worlds plays with alternate universes and alternate selves in a continuously creative and interesting way! The setup doesn’t take the easy premise that one universe is our own recognizable one that opens up onto strange alternate universes—even the main character’s home universe is wildly different in speculative ways, with the MC coming from a Mad Max-esque desert community abandoned to the elements, while working for the universe-travel company within the climate-controlled walled city where the rich and well-connected live and work. Also, it’s unabashedly gay. 
And if you like audiobooks and audio fiction (I listened to The Space Between Worlds as an audiobook, it’s good), then Jordan Cobb is someone you should check out. She does sci-fi/horror/thriller audio drama. Her works include Janus Descending, a lyrical and eerie sci-fi horror about a small research expedition to a distant planet and how it went so, so wrong; and Descendants, the sequel about its aftermath. She also has Primordial Deep, about a research expedition to the deep undersea, to investigate the apparent re-emergence of a lot of extinct prehistoric sea creatures. She’s a writer/producer I like, and always follow her new releases. Her detailed prose, minimal casts  (especially in Janus Descending), good audio quality, and full-series supercuts make these welcoming to audiobook fans. 
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Nalo Hopkinson - a writer who should be considered nearly as foundational as Octavia Butler, honestly. A novelist and short story writer with a wide variety of sci-fi, dystopian futures, fairy-tale horror, gods and epics, and space Carnival, drawing heavily from her Caribbean experiences and aesthetics.
Tananarive Due - fantastical/horror. Immortals, vampires, curses, altered reality, unnerving mystery. Also has written a lot of books.
Andrea Hairston - creative and otherworldly, weird and bisexual, with mindscapes and magic and aliens. 
Helen Oyeyemi - I haven’t read her work but she comes highly recommended by a friend. A novelist and short story writer, most of her work leans fairytale fantastical-horror. What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours is a collection of short fiction and recc’ed to me as her best work. White is for Witching is a well-regarded haunted house novel. 
Ashia Monet - indie author, writer of The Black Veins, pitched as “the no-love-interest, found family adventure you’ve been searching for.” Magic road trip! Possibly YA? I’m not positive. 
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This also doesn’t include Black non-binary sff authors I’ve read and liked like An Owomoyela, C. L. Polk, and Rivers Solomon. And this is specifically about adult sff books, so I didn’t include Black women YA sff authors like Kalynn Bayron, Tomi Adeyemi, Tracy Deonn, Justina Ireland, or Alechia Dow, though they’re writing fantasy and sci-fi in the YA world too.
And a lot of short stories are out there in the online magazine world, where so many up and coming authors get their start, and established ones explore offbeat and new ideas.  Pick up an issue (or a subscription!) of FIYAH magazine for the most current Black speculative writing.
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kristengish · 1 year
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Hey! Do you like indie animation and supporting indie artists? Check out the trailer Kelly and the Kung Fu Gators! It's an independent animated pilot that a parodies Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but from the perspective of April O'Neil. 
LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOnBN74CgYA&t=8s
For those of you that don’t know me (or forgot who I was because I stopped posting on tumblr lol) I’m a writer, director and storyboard artist working in the animation industry. I’ve worked on Star vs the Forces of Evil, Ducktales, Tuca and Bertie, and currently The Great North! The past year has been pretty rough for original animated shows. Currently, the industry seems to love corporate mergers more than they love animation. 
If supporting indie animation is something you love and care about, literally all you have to do is watch my pilot when it premieres on youtube March 16th! Subscribe to the youtube channel for more updates, or follow me here on tumblr! Other social media:
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If you want to send any financial support, you can donate via Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/kristengish
But honestly, the best thing you can do to support is subscribe to the youtube channel, comment, like, all that good youtube stuff. And watch KELLY AND THE KUNG FU GATORS MARCH 16TH WHOOO!!!!
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luvit · 5 months
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☆ about elli + blog guidelines (18+ ONLY | minors will be blocked) ☆
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i'm elli and i used to search for fanfics in the google search bar and my first smut experience was a jack frost lemon on wattpad and i didn't even know what that meant
other random bits abt me: i use she/her pronouns, i'm a gemini sun/aries moon/aries rising, slytherin, infj. i am also asian and live in the u.s.
i was on and off writing over the years but recently decided to get back into it lolol. my writing hiatus lasted for 3 years (since summerr 2020) and i haven't written anything since... now i'm breaking it to write whatever!
if you'd like to support me and give a tip, please use my ko-fi! if you'd like a more personalized request, please check out some commission info :D
i am moonsgf on ao3 !!
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GUIDELINES!!!
☆ looking for my masterlist? @luvit-masterlist
☆ i write primarily smut on this blog. so that means minors do not interact! this is an 18+ ONLY blog, so anybody under that age will be blocked. i do not undo this even after you turn 18 lol (i do not make exceptions, looking at you 17yos)
☆ what i will write: smut/dark content, au's, thirsts, anything suggestive bahaha. additionally, there is no guarantee that your request will be fulfilled, so sorry! i can be selective about them! i'm sorry in advance, i don't really take fluff or angst requests!
☆ but a HARD NO to the following: rape, incest, scat, watersports/piss, anything involving waste/wasteplay, fart kinks, beastiality, cheating (it makes me sad), gore, pedophilia, anything that has to do with minors in a sexual context - this includes them walking in/catching reader and character in the act, age regression/ageplay (i'm sorry i also do not rlly like the stuffie thing 😭), fisting, raceplay, emergency fics - if you send me a request that's obviously trolling and weird then i'm blocking you lmfao (also see below)
☆ do not send in the same request to me as you did other authors. i get that seeing the same prompt answered by different creators can be interesting, but it actually demeans the value of our work and the value of us. we are not content creating machines for you. do not go writer shopping.
☆ a personal preference for requests, please don't write out the entire scene for me! it gives me so little to go off of without basically rewriting what you put down. if needed, check in with me to see what's good and what's too much
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You do not have my permission to repost, translate, copy, or upload my works to a different account or site. This is the only account I am posting on. (reblogging is okay!)
You do not have permission to make AI bots with my works or to feed my works into AI. and to be quite honest, nothing is going to do it better than me. an ai cannot recreate my personally created pieces.
I am a long time writer and user of these platforms and apps, as well as an avid enjoyer of others' works. Please do not let me stumble across my own works attached to a different name that is not my own.
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* REMINDER - if you are under 18 then i will be blocking you, my content is not for those under that age.
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grievenotthespirit · 5 months
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sooooo,,,,, u mentioned u've read lawlu fics that felt like literature,,,,, can you maybe share the best ones? pretty please? i'm starving🤲
(preferably longer stuff but anything works atp)
thxx
hey omg ofc !!!! i’m always looking for good lawlu fics too i feel your pain. i’m more into shorter fics as i don’t have attention span for longreads. but i tried to have a mix here !
Broken Heart Syndrome by Callunar - only long read I’m up to date with. has cats in it. and some action too
These Things Happen by Trixree - so so good best modern au!! strawhats are shitty anarchopunks and it’s so funny. but do not be deceived it’s very soft and atmospheric and honestly one of my fave fics.
Life Is For People Who Give A Shit by orphan_account - about Law and his vices has a tag #coping and i agree
careful fear & dead devotion by trell - absolute classic. read this 20 times possibly. THE lawlu fic. masterpiece
science and the human heart by trell - more of a longread! sci-fi au. luffy is a small god. was written before gear 5 debut but was so ahead of it’s time!!!
that we shouldn’t doubt by trell - another sci-fi au. was crying and throwing up.
actually just anything by trell!!! my favorite lawlu writer ever they write them so so well. thank god they have like 20 one piece fics
Sympathy Fuck by Big_Rock - it is in the name but also i was in Pain. this one hurts
always too much (never enough) by Jien_O - last but not least its basically just porn but this one is so FUNNY TO ME but also hot
i read a lot of angst as you can see . i like to suffer. hope you enjoy! actually if you have longread recs send them my way hahaha
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