Dancerofmidnightstorm - Death's Midnight Storm

No fucking way I found my little rubber fetus

Nightly Rituals (18+)

Warnings: SMUT, ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING LEVELS OF HORNINESS, romance and everything that comes with it

Notes: as seen above, the man is a munch, and as queen rihanna said ‘want you to take it like thief in the night’ 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

“C’mon, stop squirming. You can take it, mama.”

Leaving your window unlocked for Jason had quickly become a favourite nightly ritual of yours. Waiting for him to come in and fuck the thoughts out of your head.

Feeling his presence as the air seemed to vibrate with energy, his quiet footsteps echoing across your floor until you feel the bed dip with his weight as he prowls towards you.

Lusting hands grabbing at every inch of skin available, calloused fingers digging into your hips, your thighs, everywhere. “All for me, isn’t it?” Nails raking down your sides, leaving trails of desire as he kissed his way down your stomach.

“Jay, stop teasing-”

Any demands from you earns a hard slap to the thigh, and a harder pull of your hair. Blooming, honeyed heat sparking in your pussy as he sucks your clit through the fabric of your panties.

Jason groaning, feral as he presses his face into your cunt, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales and tastes the sweetness of you. Broad strokes making your back arch with each lap of his tongue.

“Taste s’fucking good, princess.” Two fingers pumping in and out of your now dripping pussy, the debauched squelching noises making the room hundreds of degrees hotter. “Fucking love this pussy, gonna fuckin’ die eating it.”

Practically shoving his face into your wet heat, his tongue making quick little circles around your clit as he adds another finger, ramming and curling his thick digits until you’re creaming all over his hands and face.

do you ever find yourself bedeviled by writing ideas that are the equivalent of finding a single carrot in your fridge. your brain goes "we should write a pirate story" or "we should write a parisian thief caper" and you ask, "all right, what do we cook with that, then?" and it says "no other ingredients (:"

How to Write a Death Scene

So, you want to write a death scene that hits your readers hard, right? Something that sticks with them, makes them feel something real?

First, give the death meaning. You can’t just toss in a death for the shock factor and call it a day. Even if it’s sudden or unexpected, the death has to matter to the story. Think about how it changes things for the characters who survive. Does it mess with their relationships? Their goals? Make sure this moment sends ripples through the rest of your plot. It’s gotta affect everything that happens after, like an emotional earthquake.

Then, think about timing. You don’t want to drop a death scene at the wrong moment and ruin the vibe. If it’s part of a big heroic moment or a heartbreaking loss in the middle of the story, it should feel earned. The timing of the death decides how your readers will react, whether they feel relief, gut-wrenching sorrow, or are totally blindsided. The right moment makes all the difference.

Next up, focus on the characters’ emotions. Here’s the thing, it's not always the actual death that makes a reader cry, it's how everyone feels about it. How do the characters react? Is the person dying scared, or are they at peace? Are the people around them in shock, angry, or just completely destroyed? You need to dive deep into these emotions, because that’s where your reader connects.

Make sure to use sensory details to pull readers into the scene. What does it feel like? The sound of their breathing, the stillness when they’re gone, the way everything feels heavy and wrong. Little details make the death feel real and personal, like the reader is right there with the characters, feeling the weight of the moment.

If your character has the chance, give them some final words or actions. What they say or do in those last seconds can really hit hard. Maybe they share a piece of advice, ask for forgiveness, or try to comfort the people around them. Even a simple gesture, a smile, a touch, a last look can leave a lasting impression. This is your last chance to show who this character was, so make it count.

Finally, don’t just stop when the character dies. The aftermath is just as important. How do the survivors deal with it? Does your main character fall apart, or do they find a new sense of purpose? Are there regrets? Peace? Whatever happens next should be shaped by the death, like a shadow that never quite goes away. Let your characters carry that weight as they move forward.