#this was really fun to write and I hope I get struck by more inspo soon

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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In a shocking turn of events, I actually started writing a bit for Lorna! No clue where it’s gonna go, but I’ve been inspired by my recent gameplay

Lorna laid her foot into the gas pedal and reveled in the purr of the engine on the open road. On a bright and sunny day like this, the black paint of her car would bake her from the inside out, but with all the windows rolled down and the wild wind in her dark, choppy hair, she wasn't bothered by it. Her favorite classics blasted through the stereo and she could almost pretend it was just a regular old Sunday afternoon. Almost. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Lorna noticed movement in the sky. She glanced out of the driver’s side and spotted one of the cult’s dogfighters circling in the distance. They were too far away to cause her any trouble, but she kept moving. She wasn’t in the mood to tempt fate with that thing.

Just as her anxiety began to fade from the looming threat, she turned her attention back to the road. She peaked over the crest of a hill and saw a thin column of black smoke next to a line of white trucks about a couple hundred yards out. Another goddamn barricade. 

“God forbid I drive a fuckin’ mile in this county,” Lorna grumbled to herself. She slammed on the brakes, turning the steering wheel with a screech of rubber on asphalt to place her vehicle perpendicular on the road. 

Lorna swung the car door open impatiently and walked around to retrieve her sniper rifle from the trunk. Picking the Peggies off from a distance always seemed the best strategy for her. Or maybe she just enjoyed watching them scurry for cover through her scope. 

The long barrel of her rifle rested on the roof of her beloved 1970 Kimberlite ZZT as she took aim. It had never been that pristine of a ride to begin with, but every bullet hole, dent, and scratch from the cult left her as furious as seeing her fellow deputies in peril. Add it to the list of things they’ll pay for, she silently vowed. I’ll sure as hell make ‘em feel it. 

Lorna’s bullets found the skulls of three Peggies before they even noticed what happened. Another man tripped over himself while he tried to scramble away. She put him down with a shot in the back. It might not have been the classiest kill, but she was too tired to fight honorably anymore. 

“Maybe don’t block the damn road, dumbass,” She said under her breath and aimed at the last man standing. Almost done. 

This Peggie had a handgun in his grip, but he didn’t aim it at Lorna. She saw his arm shoot upwards and they both pulled their triggers at the same exact time. His body went down. The flare went up. 

“Shit.”

Lorna’s head jerked behind her to where she saw the plane a few minutes earlier. The aircraft in the distance immediately changed course in her direction. Its chrome plating flashed so brightly in the sun that it made her squint. She had about fifteen seconds tops before it converged on her position. 

With the barricade opened, she might stand a chance to flee. There were enough pines to make it too difficult for the pilots to get a clear shot. But Lorna realized she didn’t want to run. If she wanted Eden’s Gate to take her seriously – to think twice about the power they held over Hope County – well, Lorna would have to continue pulling off extraordinary feats to keep their attention. 

“Oh, fuck it,” she groaned.

The deputy marched down the middle of the road. Away from her car. Away from any cover whatsoever. She wanted them to see her as clearly as she saw them. Then she knelt on one knee and hefted her rifle up, staring down the scope and watching the plane draw closer. In order to get the best opportunity, she would have to wait until the last possible second. 

They spotted her. Lorna saw the tip of the plane dip into an almost nosedive, their guns aligned and ready to fire. Her finger hovered over the trigger as the sensation of her heartbeat overtook her whole body like a heavy drum being struck inside a silent opera house. 

They got within range and Lorna heard the whirl of the plane’s weaponry. A few bullets peppered the road around her, but her coiled muscles kept her locked in place. The closer they got, the more accurate their aim was. She needed to see the shape of the pilot’s head at least. 

“Come on, come on,” she mumbled through clenched teeth.

Finally, she made out a silhouette in the cockpit and fired. With a small spark, she saw her bullet ricochet off the metal frame of the aircraft. Miss. It swerved left and circled for another attack. Lorna shifted her weight in frustration and leaned back into the stock of her rifle. She was determined, even if it took the entire magazine to take this damn plane down.

The plane lined up once more and didn’t hesitate to begin firing on the lone deputy. Lorna wouldn’t wait either. Don’t think too hard or you’ll fuck up your aim, a familiar gravel-rough voice echoed in her head along with the memory of the comforting scent of tobacco. She didn’t really need to see the pilot to know where they were. All she had to do was fire into the cockpit and have faith. 

Her finger gently squeezed the trigger and the kickback punched into her shoulder. This time, there was no spark. Lorna blinked and the aircraft suddenly dipped downward and spiraled out of control. She tracked the plane’s descent all the way into the field to her left. A broad grin gradually came across her face as it tore up the soil and brush with a loud crash, the accompanying fireball more satisfying than the illegal mortars her father would buy for the Fourth of July. 

Lorna let out a sigh of relief and straightened, nodding at her own accomplishment. “That’s fucking right.”

One less buzzard off her back. Not a bad day’s work.

#my writing #oc insp: lorna holt #based on true events #aka when I don't suck at the viddy game #this was really fun to write and I hope I get struck by more inspo soon #especially when she finds her cousin #he's in the bliss rn and no one knows cause they thought he just ran away :/

[angelzai]

Hi! I love your writing sm!!🥰 can I request a jealous Nikolai or Fyodor (nsfw pls) it doesn’t matter either one 🙏

jealous – nikolai gogol + fyodor dostoevsky . . . .ᐟ

NSFW CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 1.5k

cw: explicit sexual content, gn!reader, language, dirty talk, brief mentions of ownership/belonging, toxic ass men. nikolai: mentions of injury/threats/murder, edging mention, oral (m!receiving), rough facefucking, wrist restraints, cum eating, nicknames (dovey, angel, sweetheart; kolya for him); fyodor: teasing, mild degradation, mild spanking, one religious reference, fingering, penetration, i love yous, nicknames (pretty, my love, whore, милашка/milashka=cutie; fedya, my only/everything for him)

reid: hey anon, thank you so much for the kind words uwu why not both?? inspo for this struck me as hcs/scenario format, hope that's okay <3 this is my first time ever writing for nikolai! he's so insane and he was actually a lot of fun to take a shot at. enjoy!

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i can see NIKOLAI being easily made jealous.

even if you don't mean to provoke it, he's got a screw or two loose enough that his paranoia will get the better of him

and in true nikolai nature, he'll do some unhinged shit in the name of protecting his relationship with you.

he definitely maimed, shot, and mutilated a couple innocent flirters before you could really sit down with him and express how much you...disliked that methodology.

he does not play about you.

he gets better about it further into your relationship - no more murder on your behalf, you tell him, and he can manage that much! with this man, however, the unfortunate soul who fucketh around shall still findeth out.

oh, how he enjoys the look on the handsy stranger's face when he slinks up behind you to curl around your waist and portal-hold the tip of a blade to their chin

likes your reaction even more!

the way you squeeze his arm when you realize it's just your beloved jester behind you -

the blush on your face as you explain to the scum that this is your dear boyfriend (and apologize for the knife pointed at their face) -

the smooch you whip around to press to nikolai's cheek while he withdraws the weapon but never breaks eye contact with the stranger as they back away -

it all works like a charm!

what he loves most, though, comes later...

He's been edging himself with your mouth for god knows how long.

"If other bitches get to hear you talk, it's gonna be with that pretty voice wrecked," Nikolai groans, out of breath. "Feels- ngh, s'fuckin' good."

You can barely take it anymore. The blood's rushing to your head, first of all - it's been hanging off the edge of the bed practically since the minute you got home. Your jaw aches as Nikolai continues to use your throat. Most frustrating, though, is the pulsing heat between your legs that you can't even sate because your lover has bound your wrists up near your chest - all you can do is arch when, off and on, Nikolai reaches down to play with you while he fucks your mouth.

But he's getting needy, you can tell, because he loses himself a bit - he hasn't touched you in a good few minutes and his thrusts are getting greedier. He's long quit letting you come up for air. You think you've run out of tears - all you can do is breathe furiosly through your nose as he holds each side of your head and grunts from his chest as he ruins you.

You claw at him. "So good, dovey," he tells you, "almost done. Keep bein' good f'me- yeah."

You move your tongue how you can, hum around him when you can - eventually your dedication is rewarded when he pulls all the way out and strokes himself frantically over your tongue - and you cough a little, curling up into yourself.

You can hardly help your open-mouthed smile, however, when Nikolai releases the rough grip on your jaw to caress your cheek as he cums in thick spurts across your face. Your lashes flutter, he's moaning - "fuck, angel- angh!" - and you let out the garbled beginnings of a giggle as you lap up what makes it in your mouth.

You feel him scoop his load off your skin before his finger's in your mouth. Immediatley after you suck the rest of him down, he's bending down to kiss you sloppily and uncuff your wrists.

"That's my dovey," he affirms (more to himself than you). He peppers your face with kisses, his messy, snowy bangs brushing your face. "C'mere."

He works you upright just to lay you back down, more comfortably this time, finally and with fervor circling his fingers around your clenching hole.

"Kolya-" you rasp, sore.

"Took me so good, sweetheart," Nikolai shushes you, eyes alight with mania as he starts trailing kisses from your neck to your stomach. "Now that you remember who owns you, 'm gonna show you none of those motherfuckers could make you feel as good as I can."

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oh, demon FYODOR.

i think he's less jealous than he is simply possessive.

he's not super concerned about people flirting with you, doing things for you, checking you out...in fact, he kind of likes watching those things happen! not that he doesn't expect it, you're perfect after all <3

because he knows, as you settle in his arms to whisper about the compliment you received or giggle at the person who offered to pay for your coffee, none of it will ever compare to the sweet words and pure love he showers you with, and he relishes in that fact. they can try anything they want, but you will never belong to anyone but him.

doesn't go needlessly far with expressing his jealousy when it does crop up - he's a tactful man, and he's not going to act out in a way that might put you off like nikolai will

he's patient, too. he's so composed around others. no one expects it - anyone who doesn't know better would assume the idiot who makes a pass at the demon king's beloved would get the whole room aired out in a matter of seconds

on the contrary, fyodor will sit with the closest he can get to a humorous grin on his face while he waits for you to make your way over and kiss him or sit on his lap or hook your arms around his waist

he'll tease you a little about it. "getting some attention?"

if you smile at him reassuringly, lean in, and tell him, "none that truly concerns me," all will be peaceful.

if you tease him back, however - maybe cross your legs away from him and shoot him a smirk and a quick "maybe so" - oh yeah, you're in for it.

He works you up, makes you a mess - then he throws it in your face.

"My gosh, милашка-" He doesn't take the Lord's name in vain even while he's drawing downright sinful noises from your body. "-listen to yourself. Shameless."

Fyodor's a patient man, as mentioned before; he uses it to his advantage in situations like this. He's stretching you out on his lithe fingers, slowly, almost painfully - his other hand traverses your thigh, landing a hard spank to the side of your ass each time you roll your hips unwillingly. You really can't help it either way - you have to watch and feel his pretty, pale fingers disappear into your hole, so it's either squirm and get smacked or whine and get mocked.

You're in a lose-lose situation, it seems. It felt amazing at first, the slow curl of his knuckles inside you, the gentle circling of his wrist, the concentrated sighs that left his rosy lips as he watched you relax into his touch, but now it's just torture. Now, you can only clench furiously and cry out please, please, just a little faster, Fedya, please!

Your eyes water when he finally gives in a little, moving fractionally faster.

"Do you deserve it, my love?" He cocks his head, looking at you as if he really values your opinion on the matter. "Or, my whore - since you're comfortable entertaining the advances of strangers."

You weren't, you must've sworn up and down ten times by now. You were being polite, you promise, but he shakes his head, his soft black locks waving as if mocking you too.

"Polite? You're lucky I haven't forced that filthy mouth shut. That's what got you here, after all," Fyodor explains excruciatingly. Sure, you got a little sassy with him after he accused you of being just that, a whore, after you'd flashed a humble smile toward the fellow restaurant patron who'd sent you a drink. And sure, that was tone deaf of them, considering Fyodor was very clearly holding your hand across the table and sporting your love bites on his neck, but you just couldn't be rude.

His eyes soften when a fat tear rolls down your cheek.

"Oh, pretty, don't cry." He shifts his legs beneath himself; his pace stays the same, but he reaches deeper inside you. "You remember who you're talking to, yes? You learn your lesson?"

You nod frantically. You whimper. "Of course, of course, Fedya, my only, ‘m sorry..."

You yelp like you've been burnt when he pulls his fingers out of you, but soon enough his hand is gripping your waist, his tip is teasing your entrance, and he's cooing into your ear, "Your only. You only love me, right? Say it."

You cup his face, grab at his shoulders, grind into him as you tearily reply, "Only love you, Fedya. I love you. You're my everything, please. My everything. I love you."

He knows you do. He just has to make you say it - make sure you know you do.

Fyodor's tongue finds yours as he thrusts into you - you're his everything, too, and he won't admit that, but he'll fuck you so good you know it's true.

"Relax, my love. Let me make you cum."

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd nikolai x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #nikolai smut #fyodor smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #angelzai original.ᐟ #devilzai hours.ᐟ

[koostarcandy]

I saw ppl loving and finding my asks interesting. ALSO you are sososos fkn beautiful .I wanna squish my honelyloopsss... I wanna make love with y'all TT. sorry I better stop my flirty ass here. I LOVE YOU BAE

1- which one of your work is your Fav?

2- Which idol occupies your thoughts when you think of something now kink/story/plot ...

3- Ever went through writers block? how often?

4- when you have writers block, what do you look up for? prompts/songs/or_____?

5- Ever wanted to name your ___ or y/n ? If yes, what would you name?

6 Ever wanted to write on one idol and end up writing another idol fic?

7- On which idol you always want to give a best try ?

8- which work of yours received unexpected love?

9- which is your one story that makes you always feel to write endlessly?

10- What can you write that no one else can?

this is the most detailed ask I've ever gotten in my inbox ㅠㅠ more under the cut !!

my favourite work(s) so far has been the delicate series and gravity. I love love love comfort fics and I always sincerely hope that anyone reading them also gets the same comfort as I do.

since I'm yoonkook biased, it's either one of the two. recently, koo has been on my mind alot for goodness knows whut reason but I'm not complaining ^^ it's not like he doesn't live rent free in my head with 6 other men either way T-T

I've experienced writer's block way too often, more than I can count. it doesn't even need to be for pieces on tumblr, it could even be for articles I used to write for my school magazine !! now that I've passed out, the only thing occupying my mind nowadays is writing, since I have nothing much better to do.

songs, always. with or without writer's block, I'm always looking for inspiration in songs. prompts sometimes do find their way in my pieces but that's just because I found a way to fit them in ^^

my ocs will always remain nameless unless it is very much needed for a story. it is for myself that I write for and then for everyone else who reads it. tho I do try to write gender neutral fics, since I identify as female, I always end up writing from the fem!pov.

when I listen to a song or think of an idea, a few ppl do stand out and I end up choosing one. for instance, for my first fic, when I listened to litn by seori, taehyung immediately popped into my head. when I started writing more, yoonie and koo were more prominent whenever I was struck with inspo. but to answer your question, no ^^ I end up writing with the person I had in mind.

I give my best try to everyone, for whoever I'm writing with ^-^

i.n.v.u fs 🤧 i never expected so many ppl to like it when I had written that in under 45 mins, which was hurriedly proof read and then posted. I'm glad it has reached alot of ppl and receiving alot of love :D

I cannot write a series for the life of me. I either cannot keep up or go ahead and write everything down. the one "series" i've stuck to has to be the delicate!family. it's the cutest story i've written so far and I always hope to write the best pieces for that au.

🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ i write what anyone else can, really. the general fluff and angst ^^

I had fun answering this, thanks for this one luv !!!

#kooluver #lets chat !!! #chae chats

[bunchofdoodlesinspace]

Year-End Thanks/Appreciation Hour

Seeing everyone else’s year-end posts is making me incredibly soft so I’m gonna make one of my own.  This past year has been hectic for me (like they always are), but knowing and meeting a bunch of you guys is probably one of my favourite parts. I have some specific things to say to specific people but know that if you’re here, reading this, wether we’ve talked or not, I love you a whole heckin ton. You’ve all made this a pretty great year despite the pit falls. If I had the time I would say something about each of you but there’s way too many of you to do that. Just...I love you guys. So much. Hope the new year treats you all well.

Specific messages to people/groups of people under the cut so this isn’t nearly as long:

@dusty-but-soft​ Ily so much my dude. You and your art and ocs and story ideas. I really wanna do more stuff with our characters in the future and only hope that I won’t be nearly as busy some time so we can really do some stuff together. You’re wonderful and sweet and adorable, and you really are the best younger sibling. @isa-ghost​ I wanna take this moment to say I never thought I’d get to talk to you as much as I do now when I first met you. I admired you from afar for like a solid month before I joined the JDC and assumed you’d be one of those people I’d always admire but never really be friends with, and bOY WAS I MISTAKEN. I love talking with you, you make me laugh even when my day isn’t going well. Your bunker au and ego hcs are really cool, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t taken inspiration from a lot of it. Ily, you chainsaw wielding maniac.

@lostinegomayhem​ Tbh you’re another person I never really expected to be friends with and i’m not sure why. Nonetheless I’m glad I was wrong again because you’re such a wonderful human. You make me laugh and smile and your humour is such a blessing. You’ve always struck me as having a really calming presence and idk why, but talking to you is just a nice experience all around. Thanks for yelling at me to self-care and do shit when needed, because it has definitely helped.

@egopocalypse​ Fun fact I followed you bc I saw your writing and was like “I need more of this” and didn’t realize you and River on the JDC were the same person for like a solid week afterwards. Anyway I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, your writing is beautiful and amazing and I definitely take a lot of inspo from it, especially my more cryptic stuff. You’ve probably helped in corrupting me but I’m not really mad about that. Cryptic shit aside, your just such a sweet person and I love you a lot. Hope the next phase treats you well ;)

@basicflavortext Dude, I love talking to you so much, wether it be in vc or otherwise. You’re just fun to be around, and I will admit, it’s very fun to mess with you. On top of that, you adopting Lizzie after knowing her for 30 seconds has probably been one of my favourite moments ever. You’re awesome, and a bean don’t deny it. Love you.

@here-be-becquerel You and your puns give me life, seriously, I love your sense of humour. You’ve also been one of the most encouraging people I’ve met when it comes to my writing and stuff, which has helped me keep making stuff. You always give such nice feedback and comments on mine and others’ works ad i love that so much. Not to mention the fact that you’re one of a small group that really loves the Superhero AU and that just warms my heart and I’m still yelling that you wrote me something within its context. Hope your 2019 is puntastic.

@rogue-of-broken-time Yet another human I didn’t expect to befriend when I did! Rogue, you are such a sweet person. You come up with really cool theories and ideas that have influenced and inspired some of my own stuff before. And I have to thank you, since you’re the maker of the JDC discord, for making the place where I met and got talking with all of these people. I know this was a hectic year for you, and I hope 2019 treats you well.

@deaths-presence I’ve only known you for like 4 months but you’re basically my mom. You’re honestly such a sweetheart and I love how you always call me “you’re Maple”. It’s so cute. Please never stop doing that. And that’s not even mentioning your amazing artworks! You’re amazing, I love you.

@samexists You’re such a great friend. I’ve known you for...several years now and I still love talking to you and everyone else at school and otherwise. Even though a lot of our interests don’t line up, save for writing, It’s still great to talk and yell about our respective fandoms together. Stay cool, friend.

@nikkirandomix You’re such a bean and you give really great hugs. I love being in band with you, even though we sit on opposite ends of the room. I love memeing out with you and the rest of the WSRC, even though I don’t hang with you guys that much. You’re all cursed, and I love it. Stay awesome.

Finally, because this is so long and I don’t have enough words to thank you individually, let me just-

@jdc-discord @jse-writing-community

Because all the members in these servers (as well as the Cryptic Cryptids server and a bunch of others) are all wonderful, amazing people and I couldn’t ask for a better, albeit slightly insane, group of friends. You have all made this 2018 amazing and I love you all to pieces. 

#cupcake rambles #i am #soft #and emotional #ily guys sm #goodbye2018