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Synopsis: Jake get’s jealous of the young warriors gifting you at the clan celebration…obviously he has to remind you who you belong to.
Warnings: p n v, choking, overstim, hints of subspace(If you squint),!mean Jake!, degrading,praise, use of “daddy”, semi-public, bruising
“A-ahh!” you sob as Jake thrusts into you. “ Shut up and take it.” He grunts as he continues to piston into you roughly grabbing your hips. “ You think you're so sly, huh? Letting those warriors give you all those gifts knowing how they feel. Ignoring me?” He seethes, as You cry out as his pace somehow gets even rougher. You truly didn’t mean to make him this mad. I mean sure you were ignoring him a little but you were enjoying the celebration and as tshaik you were over-seeing everyone's well being & the ceremony. But the gifts? You didn’t think much of it, just as a kind gesture. What you hadn’t noticed however was the ever growing scowl on jake's face as he watched one by one and how they held giant grins on there faces you would have never thought that they would hold a sort of romance.You never thought he would see someone else as a threat to your marriage. You thought that nothing got under Jake's skin. Apparently… something did. “ I’m s-sorry I thought it was harmless conversation & gifts.” You hiccup surprised you can even form a thought. “Harmless” my ass I saw the way they looked at you. The way their hungry eyes raced over your figure” He accentuates each thing he says with a hard thrust making you fall apart under him more. Suddenly he flips you on your back, folding your le*s as he push*s back into you. “O-oh~ mmm-m~, daddy!” You say as you c*y out at the new position. Suddenly he slows his pace and you whine until he says “whaddya say?” looking down at you with a proud smirk. You whine in embarrassment as he now just sits in you. “C’mon say it again, I wanna hear how dumb this cock makes you.” He says grinning as he watches you try to hide. He suddenly grabs your face as he brings you closer,patients thinning. “C’mon don’t get all shy or daddy won’t give you whatcha want.” He says his grin widening. “P-please daddy~.” you moan out in desperation. “ good girl~” He says as he starts again. The harder he went the more you felt yourself fall into that familiar spiral of pleasure. The way the lines between your mind and reality blurred. Unable to focus on anything other than Jake and the delicious feeling he was feeding you.The harder he went the further you fell into bliss. You felt yourself clench at a particularly hard thrust and scream as he digs deeper in you. "Ah-ah~ keep quiet you don't wanna let everyone hear what a slut you are do you?" He says as he covers your mouth and continues fucking you into oblivion....
(SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS BAD)
Решил написать новеллу,посмотрим что с этого получится,вот первая часть.)
-Ложись спать,сказал я себе,ведь уже начало второго,посмотрев на настенные часы,я удостоверился,что и вправду уже поздние время,но мысли не дают мне заснуть,ведь так много проблем,нерешённых. Но ведь,ночь...И ты сидишь один,за своим стареньким компьютером,который тебе заменяет весь мир,и проблемы канут в небытие,потому что время летит очень быстро,через маленькое мгновенье,ты ведь снова посмотришь на свои часы и поймёшь,что скоро будет рассвет,но ты так его и не увидишь,даже если сильно захочешь... Погода как обычно будет мешать,она не даст тебе этого сделать,как бы ты не пытался. Сидел я так долго,прям наверно до самого утра,размышляя.Наступила очередная пятница,пора собираться как обычно на работу,но ведь не спал всю ночь. А может никуда не идти? Спросил я себя,но это ведь мне нужно,не кому-то ещё. Но так хочется спать. Открыв занавеску,увидел свой любимый город,покрытый в тумане,как обычно солнца не видать,и уже так почти вторую неделю,о господи,как же хочу увидеть хоть лучик. Все дела бы пошли по другому. Но затяжные сумерки плохо влияют на людей,на их состояние,те же мысли. Вот и на такую погоду ничего не хочется. Позавтракав,посмотрев снова на те же часы,они вдруг встали на месте. -"Плохой знак"- прошептал внутренний голос. Взяв в руки телефон,посмотрел время,было пол девятого,за пару минут,обулся,оделся и в путь. Выйдя из дома,как обычно по пути на работу,закурил, одел наушники,включил свою любимую песню,шёл как обычно,погода не предвещала беды,пасмурно ну и пасмурно. Начал моросить дождик,я тем временем ускорил свой шаг,что бы добраться до пункта назначения,торопясь даже не оглядывался по сторонам,дождь всё усиливался,сильнее и сильнее. Видимости почти на улице не было,туман,ливень,вроде бы казалось дождь должен был рассеять туман,но он был очень густой,местами казалось ему нет конца. Всё таки такая погода это не случайность,что-то тревожило меня с самого утра,и часы встали,и эта погода,как буд-то меня кто-то не хотел отпускать из дому. Добравшись до места работы,я уже был промокший до нитки,но это не беда,путь пройден. Зайдя в здание,взяв ключ от своего кабинета,нажав кнопку вызова лифта,в ту же секунду пропал свет,хорошо,что в лифт был пуст,эх,пришлось подниматься пешком,этаж за этажом,дойдя до кабинета,как только вставил ключик в замок,как в друг включился свет,у меня сложилось впечатление,что вселенная начала издеваться надомной. Через некоторое время,когда уже выпил кофе и сделал пару отчётов,меня вызвали к начальству,понимаю,что всё может плачевно кончиться,собрал за пару минут свои вещи и двинулся в сторону кабинета моего начальника,строго босса, и вообще страшного человека,он считал себя пупком земли. Постучав,я зашёл в к начальнику,и сразу раздался хохот со словами "Ты чего это с вещами? Или тебе уже доложили?" - на что я ответил ему "Что доложили? О чём вы?" - я ждал одного,что бы меня повысили,но увы,услышав что меня уволили,да и ещё принудили написать заяву по собственному,день катился на дно,вернувшись домой,просто лёг на кровать,и детально проанализировал,что бы я хотел изменить в своей жизни,так задумался что заснул....to be continued.
Layers
(Art is by my friend soap)
Chapter 1: The Waterfall
Warnings: None
Genre: Fantasy/Short Story
The limestone rocks dig into my already peeling fingers as I grasp another hold, hauling myself up to the edge of the cliff. I’m greeted by the sight of lush green trees looming over me, shielding me from the sun’s rays. I look behind me, reveling in the view of the sparkling blue ocean.
“I’ll explore up here and abseil down in a bit!” I shout down at the person belaying me, taking a few steps into the cluster of trees before untying the rope from my harness.
I set my bag down next to a tree, collapsing down onto a soft bed of leaves, inhaling that sweet familiar forest smell I recognise from home. I sigh as I lean back against the tree, staring out at the islands clustered together around the one I’m at. It’s so much better than being in the city. There, the constant need for caution strangles me, but here, the freedom comforts me.
It’s been 10 years since my parents divorced. I think I’m coping well. At least, I hope so. Climbing’s the only thing that makes me feel alive.
I wish I could stay here forever.
I stuff my water bottle back into my bag, zipping it up and throwing it over my shoulders, before standing up and walking into the maze of trees that stands in front of me.
For a cliff, there’s a hefty number of trees up here. I keep walking for a few minutes, the thick canopy blocking most sunlight. Tree roots litter the ground, threatening to trip me every few steps.
I hear birds singing. Perhaps there’s a nest nearby, with eggs inside. I wonder if they’d taste good.
As I continue walking on, the singing of the birds starts to get drowned out by what sounds like a…waterfall? I don’t recall ever seeing a waterfall on the map. The leaves crunch under my footsteps. Until I realise they aren’t leaves anymore. They’re bones. Not human bones, but eerily similar.
I should probably head back.
I turn around to walk back to the cliff, but a little voice in my head tells me to keep going.
What do you have to lose anyways?
Besides my life and my money?
Could be fun. Don’t be a wimp.
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I continue walking ahead. The bones staring from the ground sending shivers down my spine. The sound of the waterfall keeps getting louder. A few moments later, I stop in my tracks.
I’m greeted with a black frame with its interior glowing a dull blue. The waterfall sounds seem to be coming from inside. The frame is covered with vines which hang over the blue light of the portal. The pulsing portal seemed to emit a mysterious yet inviting aura, and I can’t help but unconsciously drift towards it.
Excuse me, what?! Um…I should probably go now before I get sucked in and die.
As I turn around and take my first step away from the portal, I feel a sharp tug at my core and I find myself plummeting down a waterfall, water splashing into my eyes and mouth and nose, barely any time to scream as I hit a pool of water feet-first, plunging into the dark depths. Yet it’s surprisingly warm.
I quickly swim up, hanging onto my bag as I break the surface, taking a gasp of air.
It smells sweet. Like rainwater. Glowing blue flowers float on the surface of the pool, seemingly undisturbed by the cascade of water just a few meters away. In fact, the whole pool seems undisturbed. Bag in hand, I swim over to land and haul myself up, scanning my surroundings, still shaken from the fall.
What…was that…?
The terrain is vibrant. Too vibrant. Layers of red and white and teal and blue form the cliffside that the waterfall flows down from.
Am I dreaming?
I pinch myself to check, my heart rate skyrocketing as I feel the pain.
No no no... This isn’t good. I need to get back.
I run a few steps backwards, hoping to get a good view of whatever I just feel through, but all I see is an empty black frame. It would be too risky to free climb back up, especially since this is unknown territory.
The ground looks a somewhat like a staircase. Layer after layer of vibrant-coloured rocks lead down to a little village in the distance. Trying to calm my nerves and failing miserably, I sling my bag over my shoulders and head down the “stairs”, towards the village.
The sky is painted yellow and orange and red, as if the sun is setting. But I see no sun. It will probably get dark soon. I start to pick up the pace as I worry about what may come out in the night, despite the seemingly peaceful surroundings.
The colourful gravel crunches beneath my feet. But soon, the ground starts to even out. The layers start to disappear, leaving flat ground for me to walk smoothly on. Night has fallen, the sky now a dark blue spreading as far as I can see.
The gravel slowly starts to turn into a tiled path. There are houses on both sides of the path, their lights giving off a warm yellow glow. I smell sugar donuts coming from a short building that has the words “Baked Stuff” on it.
My stomach growls.
I want donuts.
I head into the building, a little golden bell that’s connected to the door ringing as I walk in.
“Welcome!” a…human-shaped mass of stone says. Its arms and legs look exactly like the cliff with the waterfall. I blink, pinching myself again to make sure I’m not dreaming.
“Um…hi,” I wave awkwardly at the stone person.
“Prices are stated here,” the stone person says, pointing to the little pieces of paper with a number written on them.
“I’m sorry…but what is the currency here, and how do I get some?” I ask.
The stone person narrows its eyes. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”
It knows?!
I stand still, my eyes scanning the stone person up and down, looking out for any threats, body tensing up.
“...Yes…” I say with a strained voice.
The stone person bursts out laughing. “Look at your face!” It doubles over, clutching its abdomen, before regaining its composure and standing up straight. It’s slightly shorter than me with its short, stubby legs. It passes me a donut with some blue glowing cookie crumbs on it.
“Here. It’s on the house. Made from Waterfall Flowers,” it says, and I take the donut, hesitantly taking a bite.
The sweet yet sour flavour explodes on my tongue, and it reminds me of lemon sorbet.
“Good, isn’t it?” the stone person asks, the rocks on its face moving to form something resembling a smile. I nod, my mouth full.
“If you’re looking for a place to stay for the night, there’s an inn a few houses down. Tell the receptionist that you’re my friend and you should get a free room. Have a good night!” the stone person calls as I walk out of the shop, waving goodbye. “Thank you!”
I walk down the path, devouring the donut in a few bites, before reaching the inn. Another stone person stands at the reception, little blue glowing rocks embedded in its body.
“Hi…uh…I'm friends with the person at the bakery…she said I could get a free room here?” I walk up to the counter, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh? Sure! Yours is room 130,” the receptionist says, passing me a glowing blue flower.
I take the flower, unsure of what to do with it, but not daring to question the receptionist. Something feels off about these people. It probably doesn’t help that they’re made out of literal stone.
Soon, I reach room 130, finding a flower-shaped lock on the door. I press the flower into the lock, causing it to glow before the door swings open in front of me.
The room is carpeted, a single bed in the middle and a toilet near the entrance. Without hesitation, I throw my bag to the floor and fall onto the bed, letting the softness hug me to sleep.
When I wake up, I’m no longer in the room. Layers of rock press against my back. Glowing blue vines immobilise me. I hear the waterfall.
What’s going on?!
I struggle futilely against the vines. It smells sweet. Almost too sweet. Panic starts to set deep in my gut, rendering me frozen.
Some of the rocks on the walls slide down next to me, clinging to the vines almost as if trying not to fall. A few move to box me in against the cliff, forming a large humanoid shape. Little blue lights decorate its surface.
A collection of voices ring out simultaneously. I hear the shop owner and receptionist’s voice, along with a few others I don’t recognise.
“Hehe. You really are like the others.”
I hate the culture of trying to be a "successful" self-published author. I'm a part of a lot of writers groups and so many want to over-stress marketing: Do you have a marketing plan? Do you have a blog? Do you have followers? Are you on booktok?
That's great and all, but have you finished your book? Have you gotten it edited? Is your book even worth reading? Like, how do you have time to actually write if you're spending all this time being a social media personality? I barely have enough time to come home from my day job to write, let alone try to market as an introvert who is used to the internet being a lovely anonymous space.
World Building 101
World building! How many other hobbies or careers involve creating an entire world all your own? Not many.
There’s nothing quite like setting out to create your fictional world. Drawing maps, deciding which civilizations live where, throwing in crazy kinds of solar systems and vegetation if you’re really going all out… it can be a ton of fun.
However, one of the writer’s most exciting tasks is also one of their most intimidating.
On one hand: you get to build your own world. On the other hand… you have to build your own whole entire WORLD?! Where do you even start??
Well, you can start right here. Today I’m going to walk you through some basic pointers to get your world up and running.
World Building and World Building
Right off the bat, you should be aware that there are two kinds of world building. There’s the large-scale fantasy world building which I will be talking about today, and there is also world building that goes into other story genres.
Every writer is going to do some level of world-building, whether you’re painting a verbal picture of the lake your character goes to to get some peace of mind, pulling a reader into an important event and making them feel like they’re actually attending, or creating a whole new planet for your space pirate to fly to.
The Top 6
When you have a massive task ahead of you it’s always best to start by breaking it down. So, let’s take a look at the top 6 features you’re going to be focusing on when building your world.
WHO
Ask yourself: who lives in your world?Most likely there is a variety of species and races. Or, you could decide on a world where every creature is exactly alike — it is of course, your world.
Do the creatures of your planet have different cultures or are these homogeneous?
It will be easiest to start off with your main characters and work out from there. What is their species and race, and what does their culture look like?
For each species in your world, jot down the following:
Species name
Race names
Physical description
Language
Cultural notes
Special abilities
WHAT
Ask yourself: what social structures exist in your society? Again, start with your main characters and work out from there. For each species within your world, you’re going to need to determine how they manage their society.
What beliefs do they have? Are they religious, or more philosophical? Is there a divide between the two? What do their political structures look like? How strict are their laws?
You’ll want to consider trade and economy as well. Do they have a money system? A barter system?
You may not need to go too in depth with every single species in your world, but you’ll want a basic note or two about each in case it comes up in your writing.
For each species in your world, decide at least one point about each of the following:
Religion
Philosophies
Politics and laws
Economy
WHERE
Ask yourself: where does your species exist?Finally, we get to the physical world of your world building. What is the geography like? The biomes? Is your world bountiful with resources or is it a dying planet with species’ in desperate search of new sustenance?
For some writers, they will take years fleshing out the ‘where’ of their world, including the cosmos surrounding it. For others, a map with the basic locations of the story will suffice. It is up to you how in-depth you would like to go.
At the very least, you should outline one or two notes about each of the following:
Solar system (does your world exist near ours or is it completely fabricated?)
Geography (this one can be split per species — forest elves live in the woods, nymphs live near the sea, etc.)
Biomes (split by species region)
Resources (split by species region)
WHEN
Ask yourself: when do the events of your story occur?The story you are telling may be the main focus of your book, but what happened to lead up to it? What has your main character’s species and world been through that is causing the story to occur? Even if the events of the world do not impact your story much, they will have had at least some level of ripple effect that reflects on your characters’ day-to-day. Was this civilization a warring one and the story takes place in a broken society? Or, has their society reached its peak of enterprise?
For each region in your world, establish the following:
Founding events
Defining events
Recent events
(if relevant) Future events
WHY
Ask yourself: why do the species in your world behave as they do?The why of your story will tie in with many of the previous points you’ve outlined, but it gets more to the point in a way that can directly apply to your story and characters. Why are things happening as they are today? What evolution did this society go through? Do they share common goals now or are your characters going against the grain of their people? What conflicts exist in this world, and is your main character involved in those conflicts or attempting to avoid involvement?
A few pertinent notes to take per species would be:
Social evolution
Societal goals
Societal conflicts
HOW
Ask yourself: how do the species in your world solve problems? In the category of ‘who’, you will have outlined your main characters’ abilities. These could be magical or technological or maybe they are super strong, or super smart. Now, you can get deeper into the magical or technological systems of your world. Start with your main characters and work outwards. Is everyone magical here? Do different species and races have different abilities? Is there a human or human-related race, and at what point are they at with their technology?
Figure out the following (for each species and race if applicable):
Magic abilities
Technological advancements
Scientific knowledge
Militaristic power
The World is yours: Command it
An author with a strong command of the world they are writing within will have at their fingertips an endless landscape of possibility. Look to authors such as J.R.R. Tokien or George R.R. Martin — it’s no wonder their works are so successful. They perfectly encapsulate what fantasy readers are looking for in a novel: escapism. The worlds don’t need to be pretty, they need to be fully formed; realistic in their mysticism.
World-building can seem like a lot of work, and it is. But do it bit by bit, and try to keep it fun. Don’t sit down in one day expecting to create your whole world. It’ll take time. But that time spent will be well worth it in the end!
I wrote a poetry book!!
all of you, my followers, are probably familiar with my writing about astrology and all that and I'm grateful for all of you and all the new people coming every day! it makes me so happy to see people liking my posts and finding them insightful 🥺
I got into creative writing a few years back and I needed a safe space to share my thoughts, some of you might know that I used to also post poetry/notes on here alongside astrology stuff, which is why I'm here writing this right now; I have published a poetry book and I want to share it with all of you! I've been working on this project for 2 slow years now and I'm very happy with how everything turned out; it consists of 134 pages worth of 224 "notes" (aka poems) and some random extras including "suggestions" (suggestive poems) and short stories. the style of writing I would say is avant-garde with a lot of say on identity, expansion, space, nature, and metaphysics, so it's not for everyone, but I have put all of my heart into every piece and I hope anyone who finds this checks it out and supports me and other small authors :)))
book title: "The earth, the stars, and me in between. by Nujm"
ISBN for hardcover: 9781738848003
ISBN for Ebook: 9781738848010