X.O LN4

~ Metamorphosis

/ inner battle /

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How to Write __:

How to Write Nightmares and Sleep Paralysis

How to Write a Monster

How to Write a Good Villain

How to Write a Panic Attack

How to Write Dialogue for a Stuttering Character

How to Write a Character with an Eating Disorder

How to Write a Character with a Prosthetic

How to Write a Character that has been Poisoned

How to Write an Unreliable Narrator

How to Describe __:

Different Ways to Describe Fear

How to Describe Facial Expressions

How to Describe a Character's Speech

How to Describe Emotionally Distant Parents

Other:

What to Do With Too Much Dialogue

Ways for Characters to Get to Know Each Other

nsfw 18+

note: had this in the drafts though it was time to post it

Imagine you're above him moving your hips. Grinding. Wet on wet, pooling from you. A creamy ring of juices that made the squelching sounds cover the entirety of the room.

Rutting on him while he's keeping his hands on your hips, easing you up and down. Back and forth. You look down and his mouth is opened forming a 'o' shape. His hair stick on his wet forehead while his eyes roll to the back of his head and he talks to you for the first time after many grunts and breathy moans.

"I'm coming, you need to get off".

You smile at how cutely he looks at you, almost pleadingly. Your buttcheeks can feel his balls have drawn in, tighter together so you know he's honestly close to cum. But you shake your head, a gesture he initially doesn't see cause he's concentrating on not to flood your insides with his spent.

"Cum inside me" you lean to whisper him, momentarily your tits brush against his face before you pick up your pace again and they start to bounce. He's so utterly fucked that his hands come to squeeze the supple skin harshly holding onto something while the most intense orgasm in a while approaches.

He thinks his ears are deceiving him, his brows furrows. "Get off" he says again.

"No, do it inside me. Give me your cum."

Now that he knows you to be serious, telling him to cum, he's even more determined to get you off. It could bring many complications and he's not entirely sure you're able to understand what it would mean on the long run, but god your body seems to know. Your body is luring him in and telling him not to worry.

"Oh, fuck, baby...fuck your cum in me".

He feels your moist walls squeezing him so tightly, greedily sucking him.

"I— please" he's about to tell you 'no' again but he feels your insides pulsating and then dropping around him and as he pushes his hips instinctively up. You take hold of his knees, leaning back, giving him a full view of your hole stretched opened around his dick; while he's restraint snaps and he plants his cum deep inside you, legs shaking and all.

X.O LN4

song: diet pepsi by addison rae

software: capcut

disclaimer: i do not own the song (but i did edit this) or any of the clips used. this is an original edit.

KATHRYN NEWTON as Jessica "Sammy" Hurney ABIGAIL (2024) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

[ 18+ ] is this what love supposed to be?

anastasia steele x christian grey

(divorce au)

if this is us, what then?

we're good, we're okay. it's okay at first, we're happy, we get along, we drown on what we want, what we desire. but as time goes on in this.. whatever you call this, whatever this is, i don't even know anymore. is this marriage? is this what marriage supposed to be? is this just it? high and low, sleeping and getting up, submission and domination? i don't even like you anymore. i don't even know you anymore. why are we even still together?

"consequences, christian!" anastasia shouted, her voice is sharp, slicing through the silence of their cold home. but there was something else underneath. something raw, something cracking in the inside that made her face scrunch a little and made her hold back, as if that could even stop the sob that spilled out along her words.

"that is what this is."

song: do i wanna know by hozier

movie/show: a lot

ending scene ㅡ dazai osamu

➤ Pairing: Mafia Boss! Dazai x Reader

➤ Genre: angst, Beast! AU

➤ Warnings: suicide, major character death

➤ Word count: 654

➤ Summary: Death comes in so many forms; accidents, poisoning, naturally. But Dazai's death came in the shape of you. 

➤ Note: haven't been feeling too well and this is the result. if you liked it, please praise me. 

Raindrops, so unusually warm, welcomed Dazai's cooling body as he laid on the wet concrete, waiting for death to finally hug him after so many failed attempts, after so many days of suffering, after making sure that Odasaku could live the life he was once denied of experiencing by a cruel lady called fate. Yes, it was worth it, Dazai thought. 

His dear friend ended up hating him, but Odasaku could finally write his novel and spend his days with the people of the Agency ㅡ a place which once welcomed, a place where Odasaku would be appreciated and safe unlike in the mafia. 

If Dazai's death meant Odasaku's happiness, Dazai gladly paid the price. 

Drowning in thoughts, Dazai barely took notice of the many pedestrians passing by his dying body like a ghost, like he was no one, like he was finally ceasing to exist. The brunette couldn't recognize anyone's face, it seemed like distinct features were crossed out, erased and a mere blank canvas. Maybe this was how these pedestrians perceived Dazai; a plain individual who was dying at their feet. 

Eyes fluttered shut for a moment, Dazai was content in embracing death at last if it weren't for the pair of shoes standing in front of him. 

Gradually, Dazai's eyes widened in shock as the recognized you hovering above him with Yokohama's lights casting a faux halo around your petite silhouette. Why were you there? Dazai was sure that he had erased you from this world, so that his heart wouldn't get into conflict with his plan. He knew that if he had seen you, his feelings would've made turned him into a selfish, greedy man, once again. 

Why were you there, smiling and holding a bouquet of red spider lilies in those soft hands he had liked to hold? 

"It's been a while, Osamu." You spoke softly, gaze glimmering with the reflection of neon and traffic signs. The coat you wore was damp around your shoulders, hair curled at the tips from the rain and a pitch black umbrella in your other hand. His heart ached as he scrutinized your delicate features. 

You kneeled down and gently placed the bouquet on Dazai's chest which was gradually ceasing to rise and fall. With your lips sadly tugged upwards, you brushed straying strands of hair from Dazai's face, fingers carefully tugging at the bandages covering his eye. They came undone. 

"You've suffered a lot, haven't you?" Dazai's voice had long since left him, all he could do was weakly nod as he let you touch him. Damn him ㅡ even in death, he was selfish, craving and leaning into your touch he did not deserve. No matter how much Dazai had suffered, those around him were made to suffer even more. 

You saw the agony in his eyes, the agony of seeing you again. "Worry not, Osamu. You'll be able to sleep well like you did before." How often had he longed to hear your voice and linger in your sweet words that soothed even the deepest of wounds? Dazai always said your voice reminded him of honey. For some reason, he trusted your words, because you always trusted his. 

Dazai could feel his limbs going numb, his heart beat heavily in his chest and breathing became more difficult with each second you were in his presence to tenderly torment him. If there was a God, Dazai figured that you were his divine punishment for all the wrongs he committed. It was only fair, he supposed. 

"This is goodbye, my love." You spoke, thumb lovingly caressing the skin underneath Dazai's eye as you pressed your soft lips to his to give him the last kiss he should never get. As his brown orbs fluttered shut and his heart nearly gave in, Dazai realized one thing which had slipped his rotting mind. 

It wasn't his suicide that was killing him. 

It was you.

Source: “ 刀鍛冶の里その後。 恋柱と霞柱に遊ばれる玄弥。” After the Swordsmith’s village. The Love and Mist Pillar plays around with Genya. (https://twitter.com/meka_susi/status/1192362302370017280) Artist: でんめか原稿 @meka_susi