Hey, I'm Gigi, and I'm a (very) ameteur fanfic writer! I'm really new to posting on tumblr and I'm still trying to get the hang of this so my blog will probably be a bit messy :'D I'm constantly obsessing over fictional men/celebrities and I decided to start a blog to practice writing about them <3
I love, love, LOVE Star Wars, Chappell Roan, TLOU, and a million other things that I will definitely be obsessively posting about in the future.
I have a very disorganized life, so I won't have any specific posting schedule, and I'll probably just be posting whenever I have the time/mental capacity lol.
Just a disclaimer, I am NOT a professional writer at all, and a lot of my work is just for fun and mostly not proofread, so keep that in mind when going through my blog :'D
I will not write: fics about real people (I only write for characters, not celebrities) heavy non-con/rape, age play, scat, or watersports.
I will be writing a lot of NSFW content-in fact my blog is almost exclusively NSFW. It's rare that I'll write anything else, so if you are not comfortable with reading that, read the tags and don't interact. Your internet consumption is your responsibility, not mine!!
I'll be writing for any characters listed on my fandom/character list!
Hello everybody!! I just wanted to put out there that I set up a ko-fi for art and fanfic commissions as lately, I have been struggling to pay for my English degree and my cat's health bills :( I will still be writing fanfics for the love of the game of course, but the option to commission is there for anyone who wants it + they will get priority (and yes you can request smut/nsfw art-in fact i encourage it)! For reference, here is some art for anyone who may be interested:
Any commissions or donations would be greatly appreciated, but even just reblogging this would help sm! Thank you all!!
nnn is so fun when u have a boyfriend who insists he's making it the whole month and then at 12:07 am on november 1st he fails cuz u sent him a pic of yourself wearing his shirt and ONLY his shirt 🥰
Clark Kent who's so obsessed and in love with you that whenever he's around you he's constantly pressed against you to the point that it's almost suffocating. You'd be in bed together and he'd pull you so tight against him that you'd genuinely start to wonder if you were about to be crushed to death. And when you both get sleepy he'd clumsily shove down both your pants and slide his cock inside you, shushing you comfortingly as you whine at the stretch while placing a kiss to your forehead before telling you to go to sleep and inevitably falling asleep before you because your cunt hugging his cock is the closest he can get to the comfort of living inside your skin.
Clark Kent who’s so enamoured with the idea of making you squirt that he fills you up with water throughout the day, making sure your water bottle is always filled to the brim and reminding you to hydrate as he focuses his laser vision on your quickly filling bladder. He makes sure your bladder is nice and full before carrying your giggling form to your shared bed where he makes a quick work of your clothes and gently sinks two fingers into your already dripping cunt, the soft squelching of his fingers pushing through your slick filling the room alongside your needy pants and moans. The rough pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit and he debates making you squirt right then and there, but he decides he wants you to drench his cock. So when he figures he’s worked you open enough on his fingers, he gently bullies his thick cock into your clenching cunt, flushed red tip already painting your walls with precum at what he knows he’s gonna make you feel. He uses his laser vision to make sure his cock is drilling against the right spot—that spot has your back arching off the bed, eyes crossing as your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy. He pushes down on your tummy right over your bladder and—fuck Clark has given you many, many, orgasms but you’ve never felt like this before. It’s all too much and you feel like you’re gonna—
“S-stop! Fuck—Clark, stop! You’re gonna make me-ah-gonna make me pee-”
But he doesn’t stop. In fact, he picks up the pace, his eyes focused on where he can see his fat tip abusing that spongey spot inside of you, his hand pushing down harder. “It’s okay, baby. Let it all out f’me. C’mon, be a good girl and soak my cock…” he pants between thrusts. Your muscles contract at the soft purr in his voice, your cunt clenching around as you feel your rapidly approaching orgasm, and with just a few more thrusts your poor abused pussy is spasming and squirting, drenching his lower abdomen as he continues drilling into you at an unfathomable pace, his thrusts becoming frantic and sloppier as he bottoms out at the sight of your squirt coating him.
ellie's breathing hard, chest heaving, the base of her knuckles coated in a thick, milky ring while the length of her fingers shine with her own release. she's still shaking when it hits her — the obsession with putting a baby in you.
you're still twitching, body limp and splayed open for her, soft whines leaving your lips as your cunt clenches around nothing, purely soaked and needy.
"shh, baby," your girlfriend murmurs, catching your wrist and gently pulling your hand away from your pussy. you whine, broken and empty, hips rutting like you're chasing the edge she's already helped you fall over. "i know, i know," she coos, and then her milky, slick fingers are pushing into you — deep, slow, deliberate — pressing her cum into your velvet walls.
"gonna get you pregnant. fuck, you want that?" she whispers, lips brushing kisses along the shell of your ear while you mindlessly hump your puffy clit against the warm cradle of her palm. she pushes deeper, fingers curling just slightly, pulling a tender whimper from your raw throat.
"s'okay, baby," she mutters, settling her fingers snug inside your pulsing walls. your mind is foggy, everything is sticky and hot. "just gotta make sure it takes, yeah?" she's flushed and glazed over, staring down at you like she's never seen anything so perfect.
"okay," you answer, only caring about how good it feels to be right there under her. ellie leans in to press a damp kiss to your forehead, voice full of admiration. "i've got you, baby."
STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES
I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS LITERALLY ALLL OF LAST NIGHT, BUT U COULD PLEASE WRITE SMTH FOR SUB ANI USING A FLESHLIGHT OR FUCKING THE BEDSHEETS.. LIKE HES JUST SO PENT UP AND HE CANT HELP HIMSELF CAUSE U'VE BEEN OFF ON A MISSION FOR A WEEK AND HE JUST MISSES YOU TOO MUCH
Pillow Talk - Anakin Skywalker x AFAB!Reader
❥Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x AFAB!Reader
❥Summary: Anakin can't handle you being away on a work trip, so he fucks your pillow
❥CW: 18+, smut, pillow fucking, masturbation, sub ani my beloved <3
❥a/n: THIS SLUT IS BACKKKK with her first fic in months omg! ANON IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT <333 Just a short lil sub ani fic! pics from pinterest
This was a bad idea—a reckless, lust fueled, mess of an idea. But Anakin didn’t really care. It had been a week and a half since Anakin had last seen you, a terribly long and excruciating eleven days since he had last touched you, his skin flushed and sweaty beneath you as you rode him before saying your farewells and leaving him behind as you attended to business on some faraway planet.
Sure, Anakin called you every night and looked at pictures of you during the day when you were too busy with work to talk to him, and sure he touched himself, roughly palming his impressive erection while thinking of all the things you’d do to him when you returned, but it just wasn’t enough. Even if his hand got him off, it was a poor imitation of the real thing—of the way your walls clenched around him, slick and hot, dragging out those breathless little whimpers he could never keep in.
When Anakin had called you tonight, he could hear the exhaustion in your voice. It had been a long and stressful day, and despite the greedy voice in his head telling him to keep you awake and demand for your attention, he decided to call it a night and let you rest.
After you said your sleepy goodbyes, he tried to roll over and fall asleep—his face buried into the pillow where your head usually lay—but the bed still smelled of you, and no matter how hard he tried to push away the filthy thoughts of you, he just couldn't.
Anakin squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks flushed and brows furrowed with his sexual frustration. He knew his hand just wasn’t going to cut it tonight, and so his hand roughly fisted the pillow—your pillow—that lay next to him as he sat up, positioning himself so his knees dug into the plush mattress. He shoved his pajama pants down just enough to free his cock—hard, flushed, the tip red and leaking. Angry and desperate. In one swift motion, he folded your pillow in half and shoved his cock inside, throwing his head back as he began to slowly thrust.
Of course it wasn’t as good as the real thing, but stars, it did feel good. It still smelled like you, and when he shut his eyes and thought hard enough about how you would touch him, he could almost pretend it was you. Almost.
Anakin knew he wouldn’t last long. He never did when he was deprived of you for so long. His hips quickened their pace, his cock fucking in and out of your now precum-stained pillow as needy whimpers of your name fell from Anakin’s lips.
His grip on your pillow turned bruising, knuckles white. He rutted into it with erratic, frantic thrusts, chasing the high he knew would break him. Every inhale was ragged, every exhale a curse of your name.
A low, desperate whine clawed its way out of his mouth as he doubled over—almost as if he was in pain—and fucked his cum into your pillow.
Your name was a mantra, a prayer, a curse—Anakin sleepily mumbling it into the sheets, still trembling in the aftershocks. He knew you’d find out. He knew you’d punish him. Maybe you’d make him watch next time, hands tied behind his back, cock dripping with need. Maybe you’d make him beg. But stars, he’d do it all again. And he’d do worse. As long as you got back in his bed.
“tHiS ApP nOrMaLiZeS SmUt oF _” “ThAtS NoT A KiNk ThAtS nOrMaLiZiNg _”
SHUT UP.
ITS FANFICTION.
LITERALLY EVERY PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFESSIONAL OUT THERE DISAGREES WITH YOU.
OH NO FANDOM ACTS LIKE…LIKE…A FANDOM?!
There will be smut of everything. There will be fics with all sorts of kinks. Stop misusing terms like normalization and romanticization to describe FANFICTION. FANTASY. HARMLESS FICTION.
Don’t like something cuz you find it icky?
Filter it like a NORMAL PERSON.
Block it. Easy. Stop being a big baby. We will write about whatever we want with whatever character we want. Doesn’t matter how much y’all wine about it, it’s still gonna be there because that’s what a fandom does and if you don’t like it then put on your big boy pants and curate your own internet space. Go outside. Touch grass. Talk to a therapist cuz you clearly need it.
hey guys sorry i disappeared for a few months-life has been super busy + i've been having some minor health issues. i def wanna start posting more fics i just have a bunch i have to finish 🥲
I can't stop thinking about Mickey being an absolute munch, there's nowhere he feels more at home than in-between your legs. It doesn't matter where or when, if he can get down there's he's doing it! Before sex as foreplay, after sex when he's too tired to properly go for a second found, a treat in the morning after he knows you had a grueling shift the night before.... The list goes on.
But his favourite time to eat you out, or rather your favourite time to see him eat you out, is usually after he's been reprinted. He's always quiet then, trying to shake off that freshly printed funk and processing his death, it makes him long to be close to you. He always seeks you out after, coaxing you back to one of your bunks if you aren't there already, and it starts off innocently enough with him laying with you, needing to feel you close to him.
He loves your thighs, resting his head on them with his arms wrapped around your waist as you play with his hair. It doesn't take long until he's spicing things up though, giving kisses to your thighs and pulling at your waistband, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes in a silent 'please' you just can't say no to.
Fresh off the printer he's always desperate, like his sensations are dialled up to ten, and it shows in the way he eats you out like a man starved. He suckles at your clit, hands grasping your hips to keep you close like he's scared you'll run away, and constantly looking up at you for validation. It was difficult not to give him the praise he craved when he had you like this from just his tongue alone. More often than not, he can cum just from eating you out, he tries to hold himself back on regular occasions but he can't stop himself when he's newly printed like this grinding into the mattress as he eats you out, sure he'll cum before you do but they doesn't stop him. He whimpers and groans into your pussy, never one for being quiet, and its impossible not to soak those sounds up.
And, in the end, when you cum he always lifts his head and looks at you with that same glazed over look, his chin wet with your arousal as he breathes out a 'thank you'.
hey girls….. ik it’s been a while…. i hope you can forgive me with these drawings :P i trust no one will steal the art work cause i forgot to put my signature :(
i can’t get enough of @mistress-skywalker and @skywalkerslvt so this is for the ones who are just like me :3
