spiritedKnight

you had lost count. no, scratch that, you'd gave up counting moments ago of how many times you’d come tonight.

you were utterly breathless: eyes blurry, mind hazy after another exceedingly euphoric release, yet valko seemed like he was far from done with you.

he eyes your nakedness, amusement evident on his lethal visage like you were the center of the universe — worshipping every curve of your body with his sharp, sinful gaze.

he’s catching his breath — ragged, shallow — as he took his time scanning how beautiful of a mess he'd gotten you into. your sprawled-out frame spasmed from overstimulation on his wrinkled sheets, babbling out sweet pleas as you convulsed from your high — an indecent spectacle that only further awakened his animalistic desire.

fuck. he can't help but curse on his mind, groaning as he feels his blood coursed down to where he throbs relentlessly for you.

“valko…”

you called, the tone coming out breathy, almost pleading, and tainting with pleasure. you could feel the radiating burn of his skin against you. it felt electrifying, delectably addicting even, you can't help but mewl at the sensation.

the golden hue of his gaze didn't leave the rawness of your form as you felt the warmth of his palm spreading your legs further, pumping the hardness of his cock with the other, readying for another round.

oh dear. he’s insatiable.

“oh, val—fuck.” you cried out, body shivering from oversensitivity from his small movement.

despite your glossy vision, you could tell he was…amused. his eyes glinted with a perfect combination of inextinguishable need and desire.

who wouldn't be? when he gets to see such a picturesque view beneath him for his eyes alone. with an exasperated sigh, he tapped his heaviness against your slick fold—a clear gesture of his impatience. and you moaned at the pressure, biting the flesh of your lip a little harder.

the warmth of his cock radiates deliciously onto your pooling cunt, and as if fuel to a flame, you burn with the desire for each other relentlessly.

“spread your legs wider for me.” he ordered brusquely, his voice tainting with an immense degree of greed, need — almost predatory — that only turned you on more. and you listened. you obliged like a reflex as you spread your legs exactly like he wants, pussy squelching lewdly as your folds open, beholding your glistening hole.

“fuck…” he licked his lips, attempting to swallow the sinful groan he might slip out.

“wider…”

dear god. you moaned at his needy request. and without hesitation, you obliged — a brazen act that snaps the last string of his restraints.

you're driving him insane.

“fuuck. you think you could take my cock with that gap?” his chuckle reverberates on his chest and god, the way he sounds, it was addictive.

you’re too lost from the hazy bliss of experience that you hadn't realized the sneaky deed he's orchestrating.

biting his lip, he pressed the fatness of his tip in you — splitting you open with a soppy squelch.

“ha—ah!” you gasped at the abrupt pressure, eyes rolling back from the familiar ecstatic stretch between your hips. god, he's that huge.

and with a devious smirk on his face, he leans closer until you could feel the warm fan of his breath against your ears, grazing the sharpness of his canines right there before growling impatiently. “wider.”

Also love the references to Pride and Prejudice movie like ohhhh😍😍😍😍

I’m so obsessed this is like crack cocaine to me AHHHHHHHGGDJSAHH😍😍😍

The monster I started last year is completed.

One hundred chapters.

Nearly half a million words.

Some tips and tricks I’ve seen on Tumblr, on Pinterest or have learned the hard way while writing. These are pretty basic but sometimes basic is good!

Realizing they can feel the person touching them. Maybe they’re not touching but they can feel the warmth.

Accidentally saying something flirty and both of you freeze. Or saying something flirty and the other person panicking and running away

Eyes dropping to lips. Eyes looking them up and down. Eyes unable to look away. Eyes unable to make contact without blushing. Eyes are you best friend.

Mirroring. When people have crushes or like someone (or want someone to like them) they do what is called mirroring. If character 1 crosses their arms and character 2 has a crush on them, have character 2 cross their arms too.

New Girl taught me about toes. If their feet are facing you, they want to stay. If their feet are pointed away, they want to leave. I’ve found its not always true but its something you can mention or use.

Unable to stop smiling. Unable to stop laughing.

Touching the other one when you laugh. Touching them to move them out of the way. Touching them and not moving your hand away

Hugging them when you see them. Sharing a bed. Trying to be near them at all moments.

Looking at their lips and fantasizing about kissing them.

⟡ Staring out a window for twenty minutes before a single word

⟡ Rereading the same paragraph six times before moving forward

⟡ Lying on the floor thinking about a scene that isn't written yet

⟡ Taking a walk with no phone just to let something untangle

⟡ Reading a book that has nothing to do with your current project

⟡ Sitting in a café doing nothing but absorbing the atmosphere

⟡ Daydreaming about characters like they're real people you know

⟡ Rewriting the first chapter for the fourth time instead of continuing

⟡ Listening to your playlist on repeat until the mood arrives

⟡ Journaling about why you can't write instead of writing

⟡ Reorganizing your notes, your files, your whole system

⟡ Reading your own old work looking for who you used to be

⟡ Researching something minor for three hours because accuracy matters to you

⟡ Sleeping on a problem and waking up with the answer

⟡ Having a full conversation in your head between two characters

⟡ Watching people in public and cataloguing everything

⟡ Cooking or cleaning while your brain quietly solves the plot problem

⟡ Writing the same scene in three different tones just to feel it out

⟡ Abandoning the document and writing by hand for a while

⟡ Reading poetry when prose feels impossible

⟡ Watching a film just to study how a scene transition works

⟡ Making a new playlist because the old one stopped working

⟡ Sitting with discomfort until the scene becomes clear

⟡ Rereading your favorite book and taking it apart sentence by sentence

⟡ Writing a scene you know won't make the final draft just to understand the character

⟡ Doing nothing and trusting that it's filling something up

BUT

I've found out one of my fics was getting raving reviews in one of the channels. Which is wonderful do not get me wrong! It made me feel fantastic!

That fic has barely any kudos/comments though. So... Had I never joined that server I would have never known, kwim?

So I asked them what's the proper Ao3 reader etiquette, y'know. Cause as much as I don't like to look at statistics, the responses from readers help me to keep going.

Do you kudos/comment? If not, even though you enjoyed the fic, why not?

the girls bath v the boys bath

Gideon would rather spend the whole day reading a book to his wife, who is absolutely NOT sleeping 🤭, than scythe weeds.