vasoula
@frazzledfishnun.bsky.social
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a writer, weeping bitterly over wips • rotting_goddess on ao3 • occasionally nsfw • minors dni 🔞 • the dove is a dish best served dead 🪦🕊️
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echofarandfaint.bsky.social
a little Edwardian au ficlet for today's #reyloween prompt
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tyblack.bsky.social
Thanks to everyone who contributed to the zine! I had such a great time putting it together.

Check out the amazing talent in The Acolyte fandom in the link below✨

The Power of Many: The Acolyte Digital Fanzine
Cover of The Power of Many: The Acolyte Fanzine. There are images of Osha and Mae from the series as well as moons and stars.
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thehoneydoll.bsky.social
BOUND
#reylo . e . chapter 3
Realization hits her with stunning clarity and a misery so deep it overshadows his own unhappiness through the bond they now share: your Alpha doesn’t want you.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/723542...
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milliedonut.bsky.social
Sharing this in hopes of people validating that my writing’s not bad 🫣

#altfran #nsfw
Screenshot of an excerpt from Milliedonut’s latest NSFW WIP:

Fran’s thigh twitches as Phillip firmly pushes the purple silicone dildo into her pussy another inch.

”Unh uh, Frannie, stay still.” He tuts from between her legs. She’s splayed wide on their large bed, her limbs cuffed to each corner.

Fran rolls her lips, trying her best to swallow her whimper.

”I promise I’m trying,” she tells him.

Her eyes follow Phillip as he reaches for something from the bowl on the side table.

Fran’s breathing quickens with nervousness when she sees the small ice cube held between Phillip’s large fingers.

”Fran,” he leans in to grab her attention, “deep breaths. It’s going to be ok. We can stop at any time, remember? What’s your safe word?”

“Moss.”

”Good. Do you want to keep going?”

Fran takes a calming breath. “Yes.”
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peppersweet.bsky.social
tava ren lit up the toxic femmeslash part of my brain like christmas and compelled me to work on this fic, in which tava sees the weird games kylo & rey are playing and decides she wants to teach him a lesson in prisoner handling. or: in which kylo ren gets cucked over a space zoom call
Rey forced herself to look Tava in the eye again. Nobody besides Kylo knew the extent of her relationship with him, and, even then, she suspected that neither of them really understood it either. Could she freely admit to knowing what he was like? Did she know, really? 

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said.

Tava spread her hands wide. ‘I’m under orders to capture you. As are my men. The whole fleet has a standing order to abandon all current mission objectives and divert all resources to your capture if you’re located. And they do capture you! They’re good at it! Funny, then, that you seem to be so good at running away as soon as they turn you over to him. And that you never yield any useful intel despite all those hours in the interrogation chair. Tell me, how many times have you been on his flagship? And does it do something for you too, knowing an entire fleet is at your beck and call for the sake of some sort of sex game?’

White-hot anger flashed inside Rey, like she’d been shocked by a live wire. She hadn’t even called it that to herself. 

‘It’s not like that,’ she growled.

‘Oh, I’m sure it isn’t, sweetheart,’ Tava said. The husky rasp of her voice—the way she’d put emphasis on sweetheart—did something to Rey that made her stomach feel tight. ‘But you realise it’s inefficient, don’t you? That it’s a waste of your time? Does he even touch you? It doesn’t seem like his thing. Does he just make you watch while he touches himself?’
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echofarandfaint.bsky.social
NEW little ficlet: "forest"

- a Russian fairytale au for a cold night
frazzledfishnun.bsky.social
writing to hydras dream ~ the little match girl
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blanchebees.bsky.social
Day 14 - Possessive sex
#kinktober #ghostface
Digital art of Ghostface fucking a woman from behind, laying sideways on a bed. He's rubbing while doing so, gripping her belly and leaning onto her face. Her hair is messed up by the intense fucking and she looks overwhelmed by the slasher. On the bed in front of them, the killer's knife lays still.
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frazzledfishnun.bsky.social
adding daddy issues to virgin boi!ben who accidentally calls rey daddy 🤭
frazzledfishnun.bsky.social
thoughts are being thunk 👀
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buriedbloom.bsky.social
ofcourse they're just sleeping, why what happened #reylo
frazzledfishnun.bsky.social
m/m reylo ~ younger virgin boi!ben so eager to please x older man “it’s wrong we can’t im too old for you”!rey :)
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queerbluefae.bsky.social
To quote a legend: "REMEMBER, PORNOGRAPHERS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ON OUR SIDE. BRAVE, READY TO FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHTS. SMUT IS OUR FRIEND."
-John Waters
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butnotome.bsky.social
“you remember more than you say. oh, you do”
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mynqzo.bsky.social
she's struggling but its worth it
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janejanajuno.bsky.social
NEW #reylofic #reyloween

'a haunted heart', for @punkymacc.bsky.social

rated e, 1/3, 2.4k

👻 you best start believing in ghost stories, ben solo...you're in one!
👻 amnesiac spirit rey
👻 mutual, transparent pining
👻 haunted new england farmhouses

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/72357216
moodie for 'a haunted heart' that is a photo of a house—a very stereotypical farmhouse you would find in New England with aged cream paint over two stories and a partial wraparound porch—is laid over a larger picture that is the exact same picture. The house seems lonely—partially due to it being all alone on a relatively big lot and partially due to the lighting. It appears to be autumn at dusk. Unsure what else to do with his life in the wake of his mother's death and the loss of his job, Ben retreats to a remote Vermont farmhouse. Almost immediately, he begins to see...things.

“You see me,” she breathed out, voice husky and—was that an English accent? Why did he have an English ghost in his Vermont farmhouse? “You truly see me.”

“I think,” Ben slowly replied, recalling that first day in the cellar, the crystallizing shadow and the fall that didn’t hurt, “that I always have.”