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frankensteins-mt-dew · 24 days

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*kicking you in the pants about the vampire found family*

Tried to write while on a break at work, turned into feverishly trying to figure out the main characters middle name( which has absolutely no bearong on a the plot .... At the moment)

And since it's been like, a while since you asked for it, I decided just to give you the full first scene

(Under the cut so it doesn't take up all of your feed 😊)

"Alright, Dan. Pancakes or waffles?"

"oh, we're starting out of order, are we?" Dan asked, hands resting on the wheel. The classic cadillac was the only car on the desert road in middle of nowhere california, headlights illuminating the old, worn asphalt. "still pancakes."

" Pancakes for me too." Ruby sat crossed legged in the passenger seat with an old notebook page in one hand and a large drink from Fallon's Family Diner in the other. She was looking at herself in the rear view mirror. Long brown hair in a messy bun, makeup she had done half a night ago still basically perfect. Her olive skin was a shade or two lighter than she'd like, but there wasn't anything she could do about that. She ran a manicured nail down the list. " ice cream flavor?"

"oh, superman. Forever and always." Dan tapped his hands on the wheel in excitement. Time might have frozen him and his wife in their forties, with his salt and pepper hair(mostly salt in his beard) and smile lines to prove it, but it let him keep his childlike wonder."And you are still a butterscotch girl, right?"

Ruby grimaced. "No im sorry."

Dan frowned."Wait, what?"

"yeah, its triple chocolate."

"Since when?"

"Since we had it at the carnival a while back. "

"Ok, ok, im gonna need more context. do you know how many carnivals and state fairs we've been to in our life? In our unlife?"

"The perfect amount. And this--" she shook the paper in his face. "Is why we do the list!!"

"Alright alright." Dan gave up. "favorite blood type is still o neg, right?"

"yes! i dont know what it is but its so good!"

" it is!!"

"Ok my turn." Ruby adjusted herself in the seat to better look at her husband. "Would you have kept reading that book if you knew I wasn't interested in you?'

Dan about slammed on the breaks."woah, that one is NOT on the list!"

"I know, but I wanna know!" She laughed. "Its been almost 80 years, I think I should get to know"

"Have I really never told you?"

"no!!!"

"You sure?"she flicked the straw wrapper at him. "Ok, ok." Dan paused a moment, just looking at his wife out of the corner of his eye. " I mean, you're the only one for me, Angel"

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, quote your vows to deflect. It's worked SO well in the past."

"I mean, it's true."

She laughed, and rested her head on the window, smiling.

The sun had gone down but there was still a enough light to see. The endless sage and sand blurred at this speed and reminded Ruby more of the ocean.

"Ok , but how long have you loved triple chocolate ice cream?"

"Three years."

"was that the oklahoma state fair? Or the rodeo in Texas?"

She didn't hear the question as she noticed something hiding in the sagebrush. Something big, something that shouldn't be.

"Stop the car"

Dan instinctually listened to his wife, pulled to the side and came to a stop." What's wrong?"

Ruby didn't answer as she unbuckled and opened the door, looking behind them.

It was a stupid idea. A foolish intuition. But she couldnt shake the feeling. She started jogging through the brush.

"Angel, what are you doing?" Dan asked, staying by the car.

" I saw something." She called back. "I swear I did."

Ruby hoped she was wrong, hoped this little... gift, you could call it, was wrong. She had had it since before they had turned, maybe it was out of tune.

But when she came up to it, she knew she was right.

"What do you see, Babes?"

It was a kid. She couldn't be older than four. Still had the baby fat in her face and bright red hair created a wild halo around her head. Tears streaked her face and clothes. Pink t shirt and purple leggings, but no shoes.

Oh, that would not do.

Her feet were scraped and dirty and bleeding a little. A new feeling crept up, reminding her that she hasn't fed the monster within in a few days

Ruby swallowed hard and ignored the instinct. She stepped a little closer to the girl and crouched down.

"Hi." She said sweetly." Are you ok? What are you doing out here."

The girl didn't answer, but she didn't shy away either. She just looked up at her.

"you got anywhere to go,kiddo?" She shook her head. "Do you want to come with us?"

The girl tilted her head, as if thinking about it, then nodded.

Ruby scooped her up and started waking back to the car. It took Dan a moment to notice.

"Is that a kid?"

"Yeah."

"Is she coming with us?"

"yeah."

Dan paused, trying to take in the information. "Wait, Ruby, are you serious?"

"Absolutely." She said she got into the car.

"No way." Dan said, getting back in his own seat. the kid suddenly seemed eager to explore, and Ruby let her climb into the back. "She's gotta belong to someone at a campsite, and they're probably looking for her."

"There's no one for miles! And the wildlife is gonna start coming out, if we don't do something she's gonna get more hurt."

Dan had also sensed the cuts on her feet and forced his intuition to shut the hell up. " Ruby, she's little and cute and helpless. I get it." He placed a hand on his wife's shoulder." I love you, but this is the kind of stuff we get on the news for."

"I'm not going to just leave her! Look, I'll compromise and we can call the cops in the next town. See if anyone is missing her. But we're not gonna get on the news for just helping out a...kid"

She looked in the back where she had left the little girl. But what they now found, was a dog. No, a wolf pup. A little bigger than she would think, with brown and grey fur and a bushy tail. Her head was in the to go bag from Fallon's scavenging the fries that had been left behind. When she pulled her head out and noticed the strangers looking at her, she quickly shifted back into human form and began crying.

"oh, no,no it's ok!" Ruby said and picked her back up. " Hey, it's gonna be ok." Ruby said. With a grin, she shifted her own forma but. Her usually hazel eyes became blood red and her top teeth sharpend into fangs. The girl gasped softly, then looked in awe at her.

"I think you're one of us, sweetie." Dan said, also shifting into his vampiric form.

The girl smiled and rested her head on Ruby as Dan began driving.

"we don't have a car seat for her." Dan said eventually.

"Then drive slowly" Ruby said, rubbing the girls back.

"Or a leash."

"Drive. Slow."

#Wrote this during work and then polished it after #I have no idea really what comes next but I happy with what I have #Also if anyone has a better title than "vampire found family' I would love to hear it #Its been a place holder title since I started writing it #Kick in the pants writing game #writing #Vampire found family

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skyofnostars · 1 month

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killer's grace for the kick-in-the-pants writer's game?

Alright, here ya go! (thanks for the ask btw!!!)

“I don't know you,” Sabine replied to the stranger. “And to be honest, I don't really care who you are. Either way, you still get me the bounty money”.

“Please, show some mercy!” one of the bystanders spat. “He never did anything to you!”

“Neither did any of the other targets” the mandalorian smirked. Her eyes were cold and emotionless. A killer’s eyes.

“You know, that guy has a point” the captive spoke up for the first time. Although a veil of fear masked his features, he sounded confident. “I never really did nothing to you. Until now, anyway”.

There wasn’t even time to react as the Mandalorian was flung backwards against the wall by an invisible hand.

“Maybe next time you won't mess with a Jedi” he smirked before turning and fleeing the scene before Sabine could do anything to stop him.

#writing #Kick-in-the-pants writing game #Reblog game #Bane answers asks

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 month

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No Order 66 au for the writing sprint ask game please and thank you! Also genius idea I gotta play this game

Absolutely! I'm glad to see so many people have enjoyed this game! Anyways, here's some of this one!

"We're sorry to have to do this, ma'am," a voice on her other side said as she felt a gag wrap around her mouth, "we just gotta make this look like a kidnapping. Which, I guess, technically, it is anyways, since you didn't come with us willingly like your mom asked us to. Uh anyways…."

"Padawan Bridger," the other voice whispered sharply, "mind being a little quieter while we're staging a kidnapping?"

"Yes, Master."

kick-in-the-pants writer’s game!

#star wars #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #kazzy writes #kazzy answers asks #kick in the pants writer's game

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kmomof4 · 1 month

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Killian (Indiana) Jones?

Alright, love! After a 5min sprint- with at least the first two of those min spent staring at the doc- I got 2 sentences… and then I got another ask for the same fic from @frankensteins-mt-dew , so I will give you both everything I’ve got on the doc!

The jungle dripped with humidity as the tall man who was undoubtedly the leader pushed through the next tangle of vines and branches on the way to a cave that held the object of his desire.

Two men followed him- one plainly nervous, betrayed by the way his gaze darted around the jungle and the small flinches whenever the cries of animals concealed within the greenery reached them. The other was a native, and when the first man stopped for a moment, mopping his sweat covered brow, he approached with a chuckle.

“Not used to the heat and humidity of Columbia, eh, Dr. Jones? Aren’t you glad you brought me along…” The smug smirk on his face made Dr. Killian Jones roll his eyes in response.

“I’m fine,” he deadpanned, “I can assure you. I’ve been in jungles far worse than this. You just stay close.

Thanks for playing, y’all!

#ask game #wip ask game #kick in the pants writers ask game #krystal writes #killian (indiana) jones #kazzy asks #frankensteins mt dew

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snowangeldotmp3 · 7 months

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wip wunday <3

tagged by @fastcardotmp3 <3 thank u dotipher <3!!!

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

wips:

ronancetober free day pt 1

ronancetober free day pt 2

she's a ghost story

vampire nancy -- nancy pov

snippet (from ronancetober free day pt 2):

“Your mom’s gonna kill me,” Robin says anxiously, running a hand through her hair. Max makes a noncommittal noise and shrugs. “Not like she hasn’t tried to before.” “Max.” “I’m just saying,” she mumbles, breath coming out in little puffs of fog. “She wouldn’t be that mad.” Robin watches as she tries to fight a shiver, tries to be tough. Robin’s just grateful she remembered to actually layer up for once, t-shirt under sweater and jacket on top. Robin shrugs off her coat and drapes it over Max. It swallows her, but she tugs it closer. “Thanks,” Max mutters. Somewhere from behind them, Robin can hear the clocktower chime. She checks her watch. 10:30. Robin sighs. Drags her hands down her face. Shit. “Yeah okay, grab your board. We’re going.” Max grabs the board, hands it to Robin as she pulls the coat tighter around herself, and they make the fifteen minute walk back to 108 Maple. It’s about five minutes into their walk when Max asks. “Don’t you think we should call her?” “Nah,” Robin smiles. “I think we owe her a surprise.”

no pressure tags as always 💓 @gothbat99 @figthefruitfaeth @fragilecapric0rnn @cheatghost @kkpwnall @judasofsuburbia @yournowheregirl @el-fandom-phantom @verymuchaspookyblog42 @lionydoorin @fishwear @silvereyedsankta @netflixnormalthings @pelorsdyke & anyone else who wants to !! <3

#tag games #thank u dot for the tag i feel like i need a kick in the pants tbh #going back to writing right after i post this so !#the snippet is from the surprise ouat au lol

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ehlnofay · 3 months

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wip wsunday (night)

tagged by @wispstalk (thank you kindly!) tagging back @ervona and @everybodyknows-everybodydies if you so please.

I put my long-ish tes piece on the backburner to take a break and write shorter things featuring my best friends elder scrolls characters from my mind and then I put THAT on the backburner because my very sweet grandmother paid for me to buy bg3 and. alas. look I can't play a game of this nature without fleshing out my player character far more than necessary and then I get curious. so here's a very shoddily scribbled bit from my very first playing-around piece (a rambling description of my character's extremely abandoned house)

#I'll make a blog for this game once I have more writing #and have played more of the game #I'm only just in act two so I feel like I should hold off trying to talk about it to the internet until I know more stuff that happens lol #but I'm already very attached to my still-forming character. they have problems like you would not believe #and I love to write a shitty little guy #got less than 6k words so far. across three bits of writing. and idk if I'd post any of them #they are mostly just exploring voice and tone #but I'm having fun with it! it's nice to try new things every once in a while #and this game provides ample fodder for weird messed up friendships (my favourite thing to write ever)#plus since romance is made to be such a big part of it #it might be the kick in the pants I need to actually attempt to get more comfortable writing romantic dynamics #which I do want to do. it's just hard and awkward when I don't feel it #ANYWAY #prob won't post anything much more about this game or character until I make the other sideblog #but. you know. huge news for people who are fans of bg3 and fay from tumblr #I'm sure there are millions of them #getting late now. goodnight!#ask game #wip #fay writes

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fastcardotmp3 · 7 months

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🔆wip day-after-wednesday🔆

tagged by beloveds @sharpbutsoft and @stargyles <3

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

wips (that I feel like working on today):

wasteland 2

max pov ronance

almosts pt. 2

snippet (from wasteland 2):

The fire crackles, orange the color of a setting sun which they have not seen in an era and an age, and Nancy doesn't manage to take in a full breath before she's leaning sideways into Eddie's space and telling him—

“I'm gonna go check the weapons stash again.”

“Wha— Didn't you already do that?” he hisses in return, brow furrowed and big eyes roving across her face with too much understanding and too much clear-headedness.

Nancy clenches down on her molars, clenches her fingers into fists to stop their shaking.

“Forgot something,” she says simply, already pushing off their shared log, “Just gotta— double check. Make sure.”

“Nance—”

“Be right back,” she lies through her teeth, starts off in the direction of weapons storage with the thump of thick boots on frozen earth.

One, two, three, she counts her steps.

One, two, three, they fooled themselves into believing they could ever even pretend at safety in this place.

One, two, three, if they lose anyone else tomorrow Nancy won't survive it.

One, two, three, if they lose anyone else, she thinks it needs to be her.

no-pressure tagging! @kkpwnall @thefreakandthehair @hellsfireclub @fragilecapric0rnn

#dot post #wip game #i actually have time to write this evening just need a kick in the pants it would seem fjksdl

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blitzyn · 9 months

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pervert

miguel o'hara x spiderman!reader

request : none

Synopsis: A game of cat and mouse goes to shit, and you find yourself bound in Miguel's webs.

a/n -> literally nobody asked for this but he's been stuck in my mind for decades and i wanted to get something out for my bbg <3 also super sorry i disappeared again, writers block straight up bitch slapped me and left me in a ditch, plus ive been losing interest in writing for genshin or just the game in general, unfortunately.

wc -> 3.3k

cw -> very dubcon, mean dom miguel, degradation, bondage?, face fucking, google translated spanish, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, slight and brief choking, (semi) public sex??, not beta read

Exhilaration filled your veins as breathy laughs escaped your throat, weaving through buildings and rubble with the precision of someone who has experienced this type of chase countless times before.

And that's because you have. You've been in a near never-ending game of cat and mouse with the esteemed Miguel O'Hara, always close enough to feel the swipe of his talons in the air but too far to catch. No matter how many times he's cornered you, you always find a way to get past him; it was predictable at this point.

That pissed Miguel off like no other, hellbent on capturing you to put an end to your snide remarks, to put you in your place. While that usually would've enticed you in any other circumstance, you weren't too keen on letting him dig his claws into you now that you were chest-deep in this predicament — and his wrath.

"Stop running, already!" he shouted, the sharp edges of fury evident in his voice.

"I'm not running!" you respond, peering back at him with a smug grin. True to your words, you, quite literally, were not running. You were swinging with the agility of a seasoned acrobat, twisting and flipping through debris while looking like you were having fun. You offered him occasional glances and nearly laughed each time. Seeing him, a grown-ass man, almost constantly on all fours was amusing, but hearing him curse and grunt and growl made electricity shoot down your spine in a way that nearly got you caught several times.

Adrenaline filled your body and threatened to burst through your chest each time you evaded him. "Missed me!" you laughed, juking away from his swipe.

"So close!" you flip over him with a taunt. "Try again next time!"

"¡Voy a matarte!¹" He growls, and it was hard to ignore the shudder that rushed through your body. You slightly winced at the feeling. If you don't get your shit together when he spoke Spanish, then you were asking to get caught.

But it's not like you'd mind — Actually, yes, you fucking would!

You click your teeth in annoyance. Despite how hard you tried, you couldn't remove Miguel from your thoughts even though he was right behind you, hunting you down like a wild animal. Your mind strayed toward his broad shoulders, beautifully tiny waist, fat ass (that you'd give a lot to slap), and the massive piece of rubble being hurled at your body.

You blink out of your stupor, feeling your senses going off rather violently. Oh shit.

Everything seemed to move painfully slow as you stared at the debris with wide eyes, noticing Miguel's red web attached to it as he brought it down. You flung your arm out in an attempt to attach your webs to something and swing away, but was unable to pull yourself fast enough as the debris pinned you down to the roof of a building.

"Fuck!" you thought as you grunted and squeezed your eyes shut, agony tearing through your entire body. Swiftly, you pushed against the ground to shove the heavy object off of you, groaning with effort. Just as you managed to stand back up, you heard the familiar thwip! of his web wrapping around your waist and arms to yank you to him.

"Caught you," he said, voice rough and breathless as he panted hard. He loomed over you menacingly, hands curled into a fist.

You struggled, kicking and straining against your binds. "Come on, Miguel." You offer a tense grin. "We both know this won't last very long."

"Ay dios míos,²" he growled, dropping to a knee to roughly press a hand on your face, his fingers digging into your cheekbones. "¡Cállate!³"

...

Woah.

You stared at him with wide eyes, feeling your cock stir in your pants. Oh fuck.

It was hard to ignore your ever growing attraction (and hard-on) for him that seemed to intensify when he deactivated the hologram of his mask. Sweat beaded at his temple while his eyes narrowed at your bound figure, fangs peeking out from behind his lips as he caught his breath.

Even when you were the target of his anger, he was still breathtakingly hot.

You opened your mouth again to shout at him — probably to let you go or something along those lines — but Miguel wasn't having it.

"Why is it so much to ask for you to keep your fucking mouth shut for once?" he hissed, squeezing your cheeks tight enough to ache, but it only went straight to your dick. "Is that all you can do? Run your mouth until someone gets sick of your shit and shuts it for you? Huh?"

You whimpered, meekly shaking your head in denial. Tightly closing your eyes, you swallowed hard and squirmed, secretly trying to will away your hard cock straining against your clothes.

"You're so annoying! Stop moving," he demanded, reflexively looking down to adjust his position over you. His eyes raked over your body for a moment before zeroing in on your erection, pausing in surprise.

...

"Oh, you pervert."

Your eyelids snapped open at his words, mortification seeping deep in your chest as you shifted your head away from him in shame. Despite everything, you could only feel yourself getting harder under his intense gaze.

"Is that why you made me chase after you?" He forced you to look at him again, your face aching at his manhandling. "Because you wanted to fulfill some dirty fantasy of yours?"

He let out a dry laugh. "You couldn't find anyone willing to satisfy that depraved urge, so you turned to me. Just how desperate are you?"

You shook your head again, letting out muffled words. He mercifully removed his hand from your mouth to allow you to speak, sliding lower to rest on your throat. "I was just playing..."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head mockingly, momentarily adjusting himself to grope your painfully stiff dick. "And this was your master plan? To get off at the face of danger? You're more of a degenerate than I thought."

"N-No, I didn't—" you moaned, reflexively bucking your hips up into his hand.

"Stop lying." He squeezed the hand around your throat just enough to force labored gasps from you. "It's stupid how you don't think I've seen the way you look at me — how you think I haven't noticed you eyefucking me."

A furious blush rises on your cheeks as your cock twitches in his hold. It doesn't go unnoticed.

He laughed again, staring at you in mock disbelief. "You're enjoying this."

And this time, you don't deny it.

"Can't say I expected anything higher from you." He rolled his eyes in exasperation and removed his hands from your throat and dick to place them on your thighs. Effortlessly, he pried them apart to slot himself in between your legs, pressing his crotch flush against your ass.

Groaning, you lifted your hips a bit in an attempt to grind on him. With a growl, he swiftly slapped a hand on your abdomen to push you back on the ground.

"Don't move," he said, glaring at you with a mix of arousal and irritation in his eyes. "I've had enough of you getting your way." He leaned forward, a wince crossing your face when he pressed some of his weight onto your stomach. "It's my turn."

"My way—?" You cut yourself off with a huff when he gave you a stern look.

A thought seemed to pique his interest when he suddenly decided to kneel beside your head. It was nigh impossible to tear your eyes away from his crotch, the area beginning to glitch with a dim, pale blue glow at the strain from his hardening cock.

"Let's put your mouth to better use." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and deactivated the hologram covering his dick. It landed on your face with a quiet slap before his hand guided it to your lips.

You hesitantly parted them, only for them to be forced open wider to make room for his cock. You let out a surprised sound at the entry, but he was entirely focused on making you take him completely.

He was gracious enough to take it slow, relishing in the sounds of your gags and sputters and every deep inhale.

"Thaaat's it," he drawled out, sighing heavily when he felt your tongue rub against the underside of the shaft. "Fuck..."

Your eyelashes fluttered as he buried your nose into his pubic hair, uncontrollably drooling over him while you sucked and licked what you could. You felt him harden in your mouth, forcing himself deeper into your throat while it tightened and spasmed.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, absentmindedly shuffling closer to your face. A shiver ran down your spine when he slithered a hand on the junction between the back of your head and neck to hold you firmly.

A garbled whine left your throat as you subconsciously jerked your hips upwards, searching for some form of relief for your aching cock. You strained against the webs around your torso and arms, utterly intoxicated with his taste, his scent, his sounds—with him.

With a groan, he shoved himself as far as he could inside your throat and held you in place, ignoring how you instinctively struggled against him. A high-pitched ring sounded through your ears as your head spun, chest tightening with the need for oxygen.

Shuddering, he finally pulled out of you, watching with satisfaction as you coughed and gasped for air. A mix of saliva and precum connected your lips and the tip of his cock, to which you quickly licked away. You let him inspect you with a hand still buried in your hair, gaze locked in on your drool slicked chin and swollen lips.

A quiet hmph left him before he turned to place himself back in-between your thighs again, this time extending his talons to tear a path in your clothes from your ass to your crotch.

"H-Hey! Hold on—" you protested and kicked his arm away from you.

"Shut up," he cut you off, swatting your foot away while grasping your painfully hard cock again. "Don't act like you don't want this."

"G-God..." you moaned, furrowing your brows as you stared at him. A squeak left your throat when he suddenly pressed your legs to your chest, a quiet ptuh! escaping his lips alongside a glob of saliva that landed on your asshole.

Retracting his talons, he let go of one of your legs to press two fingers against your hole, shoving them inside you abruptly. You winced at the sting his thick fingers made as it mixed in with the arousal that burned in your gut. He separated them in a scissoring motion, moving in and out at a pace that had you yearning for more. His fingertips brushed against spots so frustratingly close to your prostate, you were sure he was purposefully avoiding it to mess with you.

"H-Hurry up," you demanded, the ache in your balls beginning to prove to be something you could hardly handle.

He gave you a sharp look. "Tell me to hurry up again and I'm leaving you like this."

You stared at each other for a moment longer before you looked away in defeat, muttering under your breath. He ignored you and added another finger, the wet squelching blending in with your soft moans. His hard cock pressed on your thigh, and you briefly wondered how he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life already.

Quickly enough, you were able to realize that he wanted to make you wait. He wanted to give you a hard time — just like you did to him.

"C-C'mon, Miguel." You breathlessly chuckled, straining against the webs around your torso.

"What?" He raised a brow, satisfaction seeping into his expression at your growing desperation.

You opened your mouth again when he unexpectedly jabbed his fingertips onto your prostate, sending a violent surge of electricity through your body. "Fuck!" You cried out as a spurt of precum leaked out of your dick and enlarged the wet spot on your clothes. He continued targeting the gland, refusing to let you get a word in your sentence. The coil in your abdomen tightened into an almost unbearable degree before he abruptly removed his hand from you entirely.

"God, just fuck me already!" You jerked your hips upwards in a futile search for stimulation.

"You sound just like a whore," he commented, tone full of condescension. A heat washed over your body at his words as you stared at him with wide eyes. You tensed when he leaned down, lust and mirth swirling within his red irises. "Is that all you are?"

"What?" You found yourself unable to look away from him. "N-No, I—"

He shoved his cock inside you mid-sentence, tearing a loud moan from your throat. He held your thighs to fold you in half, using his body weight to pin you down. You panted hard as you tilted your head to the side and squeezed your eyes shut. It was hard to focus on anything else but his dick filling you up so perfectly.

Miguel released a gutteral groan, grinding his hips against you. He dug his fingertips into your legs hard enough to bruise, but that was the least of his worries — not when he had you below him. After a moment that felt like an eternity, he leaned back (mercifully removing some of the pressure on your chest) and watched himself move in and out of you, pulling out almost all the way before he slammed himself back inside.

"Ohh, fuck!"

"This is what gets you — mierda⁴ — all compliant, huh?" He taunted, abdomen flexing with every thrust. "The moment you get some dick inside you, you're like a trained mutt."

You opened your eyes to weakly glare at him, to deny what he said, but the moans spilling from your lips did nothing but prove him right.

"Te gusta cuando te trato como si no fueras nada, ¿no?⁵" He leaned back down, hooking his arms around the back of your knees as he pressed his chest against yours, curling his wrists around your thighs to grip the flesh. His breath was hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, lips so close you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your ear drum. "Aren't I right, you dirty little pervert?"

"N-No! S'not right!" You cried out, the burn of his cock stretching you out mixing in with the pleasure so deliciously it was almost addicting.

"Deja de mentirte y admítelo, puta,⁶" he hissed, widening his mouth to graze a fang along your neck threateningly, which sent a shiver down your spine. "Admit it — that you're a depraved whore."

"Admit it." He emphasized each syllable with a thrust, ramming into you hard enough to fuck the breath out of your lungs.

"Shit—fuck! Oh, god!" You sobbed, arching your back into him. You nearly came at the feeling of his abdomen rubbing your aching dick. "I'm a whore! M'your whore!"

His cock throbbed fervently at your words, rewarding you with groans and grunts directly into your ear. Your ass slightly stung at the force of his thrusts as he fucked his anger into you, but neither of you cared.

"Fuuuck!" You drawled out. "Miguel, m'so close! Let — ngh, ah — Let me cum!"

"Yeah?" He cooed in your ear, gently licking the shell. "You gonna cum f'me?"

"Yes, yes—!"

"Then beg."

He stopped moving so unexpectedly that it left you disoriented for a few moments as you stupidly stared at him with wide, watery eyes. "W-What...?"

"Beg to cum," he leaned away from you to get a clearer look at your face. "I'm not repeating myself."

You took a moment to catch your breath (and secretly savor the feeling of his dick twitching inside you). "God, please, Miguel! I need it so bad. I need to cum — please let me cum! I'll be good, I promise! Fuck, Miguel, please let me cum! Please, please, please!"

The sight of the tears along your lash lines sent electricity down his spine as his breath hitched. "You'll be good?" He dryly laughed. "I don't think I believe you."

You opened your mouth in defense when he suddenly slammed himself back inside you, tearing a moan instead of words from your throat. He fucked you hard and fast and deep, grunting in a way you could only describe as animalistic.

But you loved it. You loved how he controlled your body so effortlessly, how he treated you like a cheap fuck toy. You mentally deemed all those chases worth it in the end.

The heat from less than a minute or two prior returned full force as you tilted your head back in ecstasy. You babbled out incoherent words of (what Miguel suspected to be) praise, straining against your binds once again.

You screamed out when the coil in your abdomen finally snapped, electricity shooting down your spine as your cock spurt cum underneath your clothes. You weren't able to process the stain in the fabric when you realized that he hadn't slowed down, deciding to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own.

You stared up at him, admiring the slight flush on his cheeks, how his brows furrowed in concentration, and even his eyes that shone with disdain towards you.

You could feel his dick throbbing inside you, and you quickly realized that he was about to cum as well. The ecstasy you were granted slowly began to merge with the pain of overstimulation, but it only made the hazy bliss you were in so much better.

"Yes, yes, Miguel!" You gasped out as your legs trembled in his hold. "Cum inside me, please, I want it!"

He grunted at your words, fucking you with a few more harsh thrusts before he suddenly pulled out. It took you a moment longer than normal for you to process the uncomfortable emptiness as he let go of one of your legs to quickly jerk himself off.

"What—No! Please, Miguel!" You pleaded uselessly, wincing when he tightened his grip on your thigh and unintentionally extended his talons. They penetrated through your clothes and pierced your skin, drawing a bit of blood, but that was neither of your concern at the moment.

"Ay, solo cállate ya,⁷" he growled, releasing your thigh to press his palm against your mouth to silence you. You let out pathetic whines and whimpers, but Miguel was focused on achieving his orgasm.

With a final few strokes, he finally came with a loud groan as his cum spurt onto the floor. He angled his hips to make sure none of it landed on you, much to your obvious dismay. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back and stared at your bound body, trembling and helpless. It was satisfying to see you in such a state.

He reactivated the hologram over his softening cock before binding your legs together in a way that hid the large hole in your pants to prevent anyone from figuring out what the two of you did.

He sighed heavily and slung you over his shoulder, standing up to look around and figure out where the fuck he was.

"You have a really nice ass," you commented after a moment, unable to keep your compliments to yourself.

He groaned. It was gonna be a long trip back to HQ.

Translations:

1: "I'm going to kill you!"

2: "Oh my god."

3: "Shut up!"

4: "Shit..."

5: "You like it when I treat you like you're nothing, don't you?"

6: "Stop lying to yourself and admit it."

7: "Oh, just shut up already."

cross-posted on ao3

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kierahn · 5 months

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yandere police officer x wanted criminal male reader :D?

A GAME OF TAG. [ y ! police officer x m ! criminal reader ]

yandere ! police officer x criminal ! male reader

warnings:

suggestive content (16+)

agressive handling from yan! officer

request/ask here.

a rushed update since i haven't posted in a while :] i have a long weekend ahead, i might be able to catch up with writing some of the piled up requests in my inbox.

× silas cromwell. it was a known fact to everyone in town that he and you were long-term rivals; like the two opposing sides of a coin. you were his favorite criminal. but you ? you didn't really like him that much; all snugged and smug in his police uniform. you were not one to get along with his kind too well.

× this game of cat and mouse between you and silas had been going on for about 2 years now. the young officer would always find himself facing a dead end everytime he tried to uncover your real identity. it was a pain in the ass for silas to chase someone he didn't know much about around.

× it was a frustratingly long chase, but silas would always find himself grinning at the thought of emerging as the victor of this game of chase you had started. little by little, his obssession with you grew.

× and, finally, he claimed sweet victory. what was more sweeter than having the most notorious mastermind himself in his grasp ? after 2 years of restlessly pursuing you, he finally had you on the tip of his fingers.

× "so what do you intend to do now, dear officer ?" the criminal asks smugly, his hands cuffed behind him and a blindfold taking away his vision as he sat on his knees before the officer. a delicious sight for silas to take in. "hand me over to the 'authorities' ? let their so-called justice deal with me ? tell me," you continued to prod him for answers, your smug smile never fading. oh, how he would love to break through that confident facade of yours.

× "i believe you don't fully understand, y/n." silas draws out after snapping out of his thoughts, standing before your kneeled form. a cold hand placed itself under your chin, sending a shiver up your spine. "i'm the authority. i'll be the one delivering justice." his voice dropped to a hauntingly low tone, holding a hint of threat that made something inside of you click.

× all this time, you've been the one in charge of leading the chase between you two; the one who was always on top of the game you yourself started. but now silas had taken the control out of your hands.

× "it seems like you're finally starting to realize," silas' voice started to move around you, your lack of sight heightening your sense of hearing. "GH–!" a harsh blow to your stomach causes you to slouch over in pain, a pained groan escaping your lips.

× you violently coughed, the harsh kick causing your breath to stop for a second. you pant heavily, drool spilling from your lips. for a flimsy officer like him, silas really knew how to use his feet to make it hurt. "that was very foul move, officer–" a cough, then a mocking laugh. "kicking down a defenseless opponent is completely unnecessary."

× a tug to your hair and a large hand encasing your cheeks tightly into a bruising grip. your laid-back attitude was starting to get on his nerves. why weren't you cowering in fear before him like he had expected ? you weren't taking him seriously at all.

× "y/n l/n, you have some nerve." you could sense that silas was very, very close to you with how his hot breath kissed the tip of your nose. however, you remained unfazed. you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you all vulnerable.

× but he would get his satisfaction either way. he always gets his way. "maybe we can find a better use for that pretty mouth of yours." his grip on your cheeks slightly loosened, his thumb glazing over your lower lip.

× "consider this my reward for winning this childish game of tag."

#male reader #yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #kiahndere

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jazzsonly · 5 months

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪʀʟꜱ.

pairing(s): tara carpenter x fem!reader

warning(s): tara has a hugeeeee crush, reader is a soccer player, set in scream 5 but in college and includes anika (deal with it,) not too good of writing(lowkey still have writers block,) reminds me of an alt version of goodnight n go.

summary: ❝ Give me a call if you ever get lonely, I'll be like one of your girls or your homies ❞

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it was hard to not notice you, to not know who you were on campus would be a crime considering; you were the girl’s soccer team star, always people cheering your name on game day, always interviewed for the school’s news channel. and not to mention you were really fucking smart, according to even wes himself you’d beat him on trivia night many of times.

you tutored chad for multiple of his courses, and you were also top of your english courses. to add to the fact you were stunningly gorgeous, there was just something of the glisten of your y/c/e eyes that caught so many people’s attention, not to mention your perfect shaped lips, and god, the body on you—how you managed to keep such good shape was a question that plagued many minds.

one of those minds being tara’s who had been undying, undeniably crushing you for months now. she never really payed much attention to you, nor did she pay attention to your sport until she spotted you while accompanying mindy at practice.

that’s when she really got a good look at you, immediately plaguing mindy with questions of what you liked, were you single, what other hobbies you had, and so on and so on.

though, according to mindy, even if you had the smarts to back you up and were totally kind, you were some cliché player girl who brought all you pawns to watch you practice in attempts to impress and to her dismay it actually worked. besides your looks, something about doing a few tricks with your foot and a ball claimed to be very impressive to girls.

it’s not like this fazed the younger carpenter, she merely just wanted to get to know or so she claimed.

so after countless times of begging, pleading, and telling mindy how great she was—tara finally got the girl to agree to get you over for a movie night.

you were a little taken back as mindy wasn’t one of the teammate you were super close with but nonetheless you agreed, seeing it rude to decline such invitation.

“how do i look?” tara asked for the millionth time while flattening her long sleeve blue cropped top.

“you look fine!” mindy, chad, and amber all said in unison, clearly annoyed with the girl.

“why are you so stressed out anyways? you’ve had plenty of flings over before.”

“because, amber,” tara takes a seat next to her best friend.

“this girl is hot—like, ugh, and not to mention she’s really fucking smart.”

“not THAT smart” wes grumbled in jealously, trying to downplay you.

“smarter than you.” amber uttered, the boy shooting her a glare.

“she’s also super athletic, one more thing you’re not, wes.” chad teases the boy, earning a (weak) punch in the arm.

tara clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, you were super athletic. she thought, reminiscing on your speed on the field. you could out run anyone on you team, you could do a lot of tricks—some karate shit where you jump and spin to kick the ball, such a show off…a hot show off.

“your girlfriend’s here.” tara perks up at amber’s teasing words.

she makes sure to sit up right with straight posture, wanting you to think of her as respectable. she also made sure to wear blue because she had read humans can easily trust a person in blue.

the girl watched as you flashed that bright white smile to her best friend, greeting her with a humble hug. a six pack in one of your hands, while a bottle of wine occupied the other.

god, look at you. how could someone look so good in slight baggy pants, how jeans look at good on waist. and how could a band tee fit someone so perfect, i mean just look at the way the rolled up sleeves showcased your arms—not to mention the way it came up on your belly showing just how toned you were.

as hard as tara tried to find a contrast to your perfectness, there was no use—even your fucking eyebrows looked great.

chad greeted you with an obnoxious ‘bro hug’ as he was already familiar with you, obviously from tutoring but also playing beer pong together a few times. while wes gave you a shy handshake, still bitter for his loss in trivia night. and obviously you easily greeted mindy seeing as she was your teammate and the one who invited you.

“you’re tara, right? you come to practice with mindy sometimes. i’m y/n.” finally you greeted her, holding your hand out to which she immediately took to shake.

“ye—yeah. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you too! i like your top.”

tara couldn’t help but smile to ear to ear, placing her hand against the blue fabric.

“i’m not sure what everyone liked so i got some buzz and wine.” you hold the items in your hand up.

“i’ll take that,” chad swipes the six pack from your hand.

“next time vodka will do.” amber took the bottle of grape wine.

“noted.” you chuckle, ironically taking the open seat next to tara.

you smelled so good. though, she could smell a light hint of weed off of you she could also smell sweetness.

“so, what are we watching tonight? i hear you’re really into horror movies, i’m a fan myself. i like the classics though, you know like uh, texas chainsaw and hellraiser.”

“i like elevated horror, like the babadook. that’s one of my favorites.”

“the babadook? never heard of it, you’ll have to show me it sometime.”

“never heard of it? we might just have to watch it tonight.”

“maybe so.” you flash your smile to the girl.

tara had no idea how she was being so calm right now, not with you so close—your arm right behind her, stretched out on the shoulder rest of the couch. or even just the simple fact you were talking horror to her, it was pillow-talk to the girl.

“hey minds, where’s anika tonight? i thought i’d finally get to meet the special lady.” you turn your attention to the girl occupied with her pouring herself a drink.

“she’s working a double tonight. next time though!”

now that you were really here, really in front of her and talking to her, she could intel that it was more than your looks that enflamed her. she noted that you were kind like mindy had ensured, by the way you made sure to include everyone let her know of this. you asked questions and found something in common with everyone to connect on a surface level.

she also grappled that you were actually smart, as you pulled random facts of knowledge out as you watched the movie. you went into detail on how the camera actually worked on the set of movies. even how the first camera was made in 1816 by some frenchmen.

and maybe you were a bit of a flirt, or player but that didn’t matter because at the end of the night when you asked tara for her number she had never done anything so fast with zero hesitation in her life.

“maybe you can show me some more horror movies…judging by your choice tonight i’d say you have good taste.”

“thank you…yeah, i’d love to show some others i enjoy.”

“mhm. when the others wake tell them i said goodnight and thank you for having me. also, please tell wes, again i’m sorry for beating him in trivia night.”

the girl snorts, nodding her head. “will do.”

“goodnight, tara.” once again you flash her a smile, a soft one.

━━━👩🏽‍💻part two seems far fetched but what do you guys think?

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frankensteins-mt-dew · 1 month

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[wip ask game] i love a crown of mistletoe already you got this

amazing! I actually don't think I've posted anything about this story on my blog so here's it's innagural post!

Link to the game

#Kick in the pants writing game #writeblr #Writing game #tw death #mentions of death

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imsilay · 7 months

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I love everything about your page. Your stories abt Konig always reminds me about "tag you're it" by Melanie Martinez. Idk if you write recommendations but can you write something inspired by this song? With konig ofc 🤍

i fuCKING LOVE MELANIE MARTINEZ

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this is such a good request thank you anon <3 it reminds me of SOAR so imma make a little drabble :>

SOAR (past :>)

it’s the first months König kidnapped the reader.

That ominous whistle echoed in your head, sending chills down your spine and making your heart race. Heavy steps could be heard as you leaned your back against a car and crouched down. The situation was not good. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your pulse pounded in your ears. You had been running for minutes but he found you. It was as if he could smell you.

“Fucking giant.” you muttered under your breath and tried to calm your breathing as he looked for you. He exclaimed, "Come on, Maus! Come back to home, come back to your husband." his voice was filled with panic and fear of losing you. He should've known better than letting you wander freely in home. He didn’t even realize you pocketed the keys and found a way to run away whilst he was sleeping. It was still a misery how you managed to get out of his strong arms. He almost had a heart attack when he couldn’t find you in home. His chest filled with anxiety at the thought you slipping away from his fingers.

With the advantage of his height, he could look over the cars and eventually he spotted you. "There you are..." he mumbled and sighed with relief as he stalked towards you. Oh, you were so cute... Your body trembled with adrenaline, your face was all flushed and you were panting. And most of all, you really thought he would let you go that easy.

You looked around to find him as he and his heavy steps disappeared. Your eyes opened wide in fear when a big shadow dropped over you. You nearly screamed as your steady pulse started to race again. You did your best. Your best was running with all your might. "Maus!" he hissed and chased after you. You ran to find someone to help you but all the signs were in a language you couldn’t understand and there was no people around. You were fast, but he was quick to catch up with you. In a heartbeat, he grabbed your hair and pulled your body back to his. "You’re it." he snarled into your ear as you grabbed his forearms and squirmed to escape. But it was useless, his fingers tangled with your hair as he held your head up to glare at you with his icy-blue eyes.

Your eyes filled with tears from how tightly he grabbed your hair. "Let go of me!" you cried out. If anything, you knew there was no use in trying to beg him to release you. He would never let you go but he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. It was all in fear of losing you. “Stop struggling.” he mumbled and loosened his grip. You were his worst yet most beautiful weakness. "Did you enjoy our little game, Maus?" he said and kissed your cheek. The anxiety leaving him as soon as he had his hands on you. You tried to pull away but his hand slid down to your neck and held your head still. His scent and the fabric of his mask was familiar as he kissed your cheek. “You lost some of your rights. You will be tied up until next week.” he kissed your cheek tenderly again before throwing you over his shoulder. It was easier to carry you instead of dragging you back. You yelped and kicked your feet. "Put me down!" you shouted, hoping that somebody would hear your cries, but no one ever did. "Nein." he mumbled as his arm around your legs tightened and his free hand pinned your ankles. "Scream all you want, Maus." he said confidently, "No one can take you away from me." he added as he walked back home.

“I hate you.” you snarled and your words made his heart ache. “I will never love you.” you hissed, your venomous words numbing his body and creating cracks in his confidence. “Nein. You will. I will make you.” he hissed as his fingers dug into your tight and made you flinch. “I’m sorry.” you murmured and felt his grip turned into caressing as he carried you. A proud smirk formed in his face, your mood swings were so cute. You were always talking back and trying to run away. It was all okay, nothing he can’t handle. But whenever you told him you hated him or will never love him him, he was weak. He couldn’t control himself, it literally hurt him physically. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed and repositioned you in his arms so he was carrying you in princess style. He looked into your eyes as he lifted you to be closer to his face. “It reminds me the first night i brought you to our home.” he chuckled lightly and his eyes filled with amusement. “You were sleeping so beautifully in my arms. You can’t deny that you feel safe, can you?” his question made you look away from him and he pressed you tighter onto his chest. He already knew the answer. You were his wife after all. He knew everything about you. Your body and mind.

a/n: please support me by reblogging, if you liked the content ofc <3 your comments also makes my day :* and i love to reply all of them :>

i try to answer the request but there’s a lot of them and i barely have time to sleep T-T AS I ALWAYS SAY WRITING IS MY THERAPY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO I WILL ALWAYS MAKE TIME TO DO MORE

anyways I LOVE Y’ALL THANKS FOR 2K!! <3

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 month

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I would like you to work on the OUAT Romeo and Juliet AU’s. Both of them. Thank you, love!!!

You got it! Here's a snippet of what I got written in the Captain Swan Romeo & Juliet & Boybands AU

Three hours passed in a manner of seconds. Instead of following through on their plans to watch a movie, they'd spent the whole time just talking and smiling and enjoying each other's presence. Killian wasn't sure which he enjoyed more: hearing Emma tell stories about her life, or the look on her face as she listened to him tell stories of his own. Either way, the time passed all too quickly.

and then here's a snippet out of the August and Belle wip, which is set in the same AU, but tells Belle's side of the story.

Most of the Buggies' music left much to be desired, in terms of composition. She didn't mind; she was mostly just listening for the lyrics, and those lyrics were a thing of beauty. For everything they lacked in ability and charm, they more than made up for in their keyboard-playing lyricist, August Booth. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't listening for the piano track in most of their songs, that she wasn't whittling down the list of his lyrics that she'd want a tattoo of, or that she didn't consider him attractive, or, at least, closer to her type than most musicians were.

kick-in-the-pants writer's game!

#kazzy writes #kick in the pants writers ask game #once upon a time #ouat #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan #beauty and the puppet #kazzy answers asks #belle french #august booth #cs romeo & juliet & boybands au #bato romeo & juliet & boybands au #otp: try something new darling #otp: road less traveled

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kmomof4 · 1 month

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The Rescue 👀

I had a much easier time on this ine than the other, babe! Thanks!!! And I was very happy with what I got in this sprint, so I’m gonna give you everything!

Killian took one last huge bite of scrambled eggs and swallowed a mouthful of coffee as he and his partner Robin ran for their fire-rescue truck. As the two paramedics on shift at the firehouse, they were both needed on the scene. David, Will, and Killian’s brother Liam were right behind them on their way to the ladder truck the dispatcher had called for.

Sirens screamed as the two trucks sped for the scene of the accident. The morning rush hour was in full swing and it was a nightmare trying to get halfway across the bridge to where they could see the jackknifed tractor trailer.

#kick in the pants writers ask game #kazzy asks #the rescue #krystal writes

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snowangeldotmp3 · 10 months

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wip wednesday!

(just in time too 😎) tagged by @stobinesque and @eriquin !! thank u for the tag!!

rules:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

wips:

(you guys already know what i'm gonna put here lol)

waking the witch (kas max chapter two)

rebel robin: surviving the upside down au

rival monster hunter cowboy ronance

spider-nance au (bc. u know.)

spidey robin (yes the spiderverse brainrot got me. i will not be apologizing.)

snippet: from rebel robin: surviving the upside down au

She doesn’t know if it’s the shock still running through both of their systems, or the fear that courses through her veins that keeps her rooted to the spot, or maybe it’s the adrenaline that ebbs slowly, the soreness starting to creep into her muscles, but whatever it is, it keeps her rooted to the spot. She knows they should, that they need to move. Robin takes a deep breath, tries to steel her nerves, to calm her shaking hands, to get her thoughts in order, swallowing the fear rising in her throat, but coughs instead, leaving her shaking harder than before. There wasn’t much air to breathe, it’s like being underwater, or being at the top of a mountain with a boulder on your chest. The flakes don’t help. They dance in the air, some stagnant, frozen in midair, and some fall gently, like snow or autumn leaves. Robin’s no scientist, but if she had to guess, the air quality here lingers on shitty. Toxic.

no pressure tags <3: @gothbat99 @figthefruitfaeth @gideoncharov @kkpwnall @fastcardotmp3 @cheatghost @judasofsuburbia @fragilecapric0rnn @fishwear @legitcookie @starryeyedjanai @flowercrowngods @el-fandom-birb @netflixnormalthings @verymuchablog42 @thepartyfriendship + anyone who wants to!! <3

#tag games #<3 #i need a good kick in the pants to get writing so !

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anastasiabowe · 3 months

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𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙔! — song lyrics corresponding with your boyfriend!

note: Hey guys! So, I have been writing a lot of KNB posts (which I’ll never stop) but if you guys want someone or many to be written about OTHER than KNB, then just request!

P.S. I wanted to try something new so this is why this is a little different from the recent posts!

Content warnings: smut, piv, licking, pussy eating, back scratching, pussy pounding, dick sucking, praise, jealousy, cuffs, overstimulation, and body worship.

★ — 𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗜 She's just like candy, she's so sweet!

Kagami dragged his tongue across your neck, growling in the process. You whimper as he did that action, you’ve never done this before, and his tongue feels weird! Kagami continued to dig his fingers that were on your thigh help keep your legs open as he laid between them, and the other on the bed holding himself up.

Kagami wanted to take it slow, savoring in your sweet innocent taste. He has never enjoyed smelling and licking someone like a fucking dog before, but if you asked him to bark, he’d yap. Your hands were on his collar bone as you tried to push his head away. He grabbed your hands with the hand that was on your thigh, and pushed them above your head.

When he was done enjoying your neck, he moved lower. This threw you off. Your face heated up, and panic filled your lungs as he lowered your fitted top past your boobs. Kagami kicked and kissed around your nipples and eventually your nipples causing your- down there to heat up.

Kagami sucked on your nipples, and slowly moved his hand down to your cunt. “W-wait!” Kagami stopped his movements, and lifted his head to look up at you.

He didn’t say anything, waiting for you to clarify. He didn’t move his hands, he actually moved them away from your parts. Eventually when you covered your face from embarrassment he got the memo.

“We don’t have to do this. I just can’t get enough of your taste. You taste sweet.” He smiled, you looked at him through your fingers, and sighed.

“O-ok, well, just go s-slow.” He chuckled, and moved his whole body lower so he was face to face with your cunt.

“Alright, let’s see how sweet she is.” He slid of your panties, and you felt extremely exposed, but yet extremely turned on. Kagami’s mouth practically frothed at the sight. He pushed your legs farther, you pushed back, not wanting him to see all of that, but he was stronger. When you kept fighting he stuck his tongue out and started eating you out. You then slammed your legs closed around Kagami’s head and he chuckled into your cunt.

After a while, he pulled his head from your cunt, prying your legs apart, and looked up at you with a cheeky smile.

“Mhm, she is sweet!”

★ —𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗢 Baby, I got everything and so much more than he's got!

Kuroko’s hand gripped yours as he saw your ex playing basketball in the local basketball courts. He was really good, no, very good, and he caught you taking a quick glance. You didn’t seem interested, but a glance was enough to make him jealous. He pulled you into his house quickly, and you let out a whine thinking you were in trouble or something. Kuroko only got like this when he was upset, so what is he upset about.

He pushed you up the stairs, very gently, but you were moving too slow, and he walked you into the bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and grabbed your face in a heated kiss. His face was so smushed into yours you had to pull away because it was becoming painful. Kuroko placed his hand behind your head to keep your lips on his. You whimper out in pain from your lips digging into your teeth.

Kuroko laid you down on the bed, and when you got a good look at his angry face, you could tell it wasn’t you. It was him. Kuroko quickly pulled your pants down, and spat on your cunt. Even though he is mad and not in the mood to be playing games, you couldn’t help but stifle a quick giggle from his cute little tantrum. He perked his eyebrow up when he head you laugh, and soon it wasn’t funny anymore.

“B-baby! I’m sorry, please just slow d-down!” Kuroko pounded into your cunt, his hair in your and his face. He hit his bottom lip as he kept thinking about how you were probably getting fucked by your ex before Kuroko came along. He kept thinking about how you probably once upon a time enjoyed your ex during sex since you stayed with him so long. These thoughts field his fire which he usually didn’t have very much, and it was becoming too good for you too handle.

“Whatever I did, I-I’m sorry!” Kuroko smashed his lips on yours so you could shut the fuck up. He of course wouldn’t dare say that to you, but that was what he wanted to say to you right now. You whimpered into his mouth as he pounded harshly into your cunt. You felt like cumming again, hoping Kuroko wouldn’t deny another one for you.

“I-I’m gonna c-“ kuroko pounded harder and brought his hand down to your pl cunt and started rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly at the action and came, hard. Kuroko wasn’t quite there, he wanted another one from you, and maybe a few more after that. He wanted to show you he was so much better than your ex!

★ — 𝗔𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 I can name a couple ways, baby, this shit might go!

Aomine clenched his jaw seeing you with your friends. You were wearing a skin tight black dress with ripped tights and black pumps. He already knew guys were up against you wherever you were, and he was upset he couldn’t even punch one in the face. You didn’t know Aomine was following you and your drunk friends. I mean you wouldn’t have been hard to find with all that yapping and screaming you all did. He hurriedly walked towards you and your friends calling out your name so they know he wasn’t a creep.

You turned and stumbled from how drunk you were. Aomine grabbed your arm and dragged you a little ways ahead of your friends. You were in heels so he eventually just had to pick you up and carry you home over his shoulder. He got angrier by the second when he kept pulling your dress down over your ass. Why the fuck did you wear this shirt dress. Your ass must of been out in the open and you weren’t even wearing underwear under the tights.

Once you both reached home, Aomine had an idea. He removed your clothes, put on new ones, washed your face and put you to bed. You may think you’ve gotten away with this, if your altered brain could think at all, but tomorrow will be an interesting day.

When you woke up, your wrists and legs were cuffed to the headboard. If you hadn’t recognized the area, you would’ve thought you were kidnapped, but you heard the shower running and knew Aomine was home. “Shit.” You pulled on the cuffs, thankfully you didn’t have a major headache from all the drinking you did, don’t know how, but Aomine must of Gaven you something.

“Aomine?” You tried to yell out, but the shower was too loud. After maybe 5 minutes, the shower turned off, and out walked Aomine. Wet, hot, and mad. To a normal person he looks normal, but to you, you could see the slight twitch in his jaw, showing he is clenching it, which he only does when he’s upset.

He grabbed another towel and laid it over his head. You watched him, getting hornier by the second, but Aomine knew this. The towel around his hips hung low, and his abs were practically punching you in the face from all the workouts he did.

“Ao-“ “shut the fuck up.” His calm voice saying such an aggressive thing made you even more turned on.

Aomine took a deep breath, a tactic he learned from his anger control therapist, and he thought about what he was going to say.

“Y/n. Why the fuck did you think going out dressed like that, without telling me, is okay?” You frowned, annoyed he even noticed. “I don’t usually give a fuck about what you’re doing, but when you ignore my texts for 4 hours, it’s going to tick me off.” He quickly riddled his hair in the towel, and threw it into a hamper. The towel around his waist came off right behind it and you stared at his cock.

He took another deep breath, and walked towards the bed. “There’s a couple of ways this can go, I can’t decide on one, so why don’t you help me, okay?” You looked at him confused, and he smiled.

“Do you want the good option, or the bad one?” You couldn’t breathe. What this a trick question? “W-what?” You tugged on the cuffs again, getting nervous.

“Do you want the good option, or the bad option.” He repeated the question, still standing waiting for your response. “G-good.” You let out a shaker breath, and he smiled. “Good.”

Aomine pounded into you as you screamed, begging him to slow down. He had been making you cum over and over and over, and never once did a smile not break off his face.

“Oh baby, you had a choice, and this is what you wanted!” Your nails slid down his toned back, making him groan in pleasure. “I personally think this was the best choice.” He leaned down and softly kissed you, almost taunting you, because you guys never kissed gently.

“Don’t worry baby, just a few more, then I forgive you. Does that sound good?” When he looked at your face, he could see your eyes slowly closing. He softly slapped you face and chuckled.

“Don’t pass out on me baby, we still got a little more left to do!”

★ — 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗚𝗔 Need someone who's sweet enough, who'll shoot to make that high note!

Hyuga never had time for a girlfriend, ever since their win at the winter cup, girls up just to speak with him, but he didn’t pay them any mind, until you. Hyuga used to joke about how he wanted a girl who wasn’t needy and could handle herself, so every girl that talked to him acted independent despite then being only a year 1 living with their parents.

But when he met you, his ways changed. You were sweet, kind, and needy. But for some reason, you were an enticing needy. You always wanted him to hang out with you and cuddle with you, and whenever you asked he would, like in a trance, obey you. He doesn’t know why, but he never feels annoyed by the hold you have on him. You aren’t intentionally trying to keep him wrapped around your little finger, but you do!

Hyuga would skip practice for you, very rarely, but if you both made plans and Riko for some reason assigned practice on that day, he would skip it. If there was a game, you were always front row, or on the benches cheering him on, to all the other Seirin girlfriends jealousy.

“Hyuga! Hyuga! Hyuga!” You cheered on the bench with the other teammates of Seirin as the time was ticking and he had to make this final shot. He looked over at your cute face cheering him on, and he felt that go straight to his dick-

He embarrassed but determined, reeled back, soread his feet and and jumped, pushing the basketball high past his opponent and straight into the basket. The arena erupted in a loud roar, and the other Seirin players ran towards Hyuga in victory, but he pushed past them and went straight towards you. He lifted you off the ground and hugged you as if you made the shot.

“You did it! Oh my god you did it!” You excitedly praised him. He felt his dick harden by the praise and had to cut this little victory short.

“We gotta go.” He excitedly said, but panic prevalent, you didn’t even question him and followed him. He led you both into a locked changing room, and he pushed you into the wall.

“I’m sorry baby, this is so inappropriate.” He breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down. You looked up at him with your pretty eyes, and he nearly came right there. You dropped down to your knees and grabbed his cock.

“Did I do this?” Your glossy lips slightly parted after the question which is so innocent but so hot in this current situation.

“You always do this.” You giggled, and brought your lips to his red tip. Hyuga’s knees nearly buckled in when you wrapped your pink lips around his cock.

“Ah! S-shit!” You jumped knowingly and started to take him as much as you could. Hyuga apologized as he grabbed your hair and pushed you onto his cock. You gagged which again, like almost everything you do, nearly made him cum. It was embarrassing at how quickly he came into your mouth, but you don’t care, you know he deserved this!

When you swallowed his cum, and showed him, the groan he let out sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled you up by your hands, and kissed you.

“Don’t make me hard again, we have to get home first.”

★ — 𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗜 Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Teppei is the definition of innocent. You lean in to kiss him, he turns his cheek, he thought you were trying to kiss his cheek. When you try to touch his abs, he laughs because he’s tickilish. And when you try to hint towards sex, he thinks you’re hinting towards going to sleep! You don’t want to seem slutty or horny, but if you have a hot boyfriend you deserve to have your hot boyfriend! And so, you try everything in your power to see if he’s even comfortable doing it.

You ask him if he’s a virgin. He responds with “what’s your definition of a virgin?” Face slap. You ask him if he’s ever kissed anyone. “Oh, yeah! I’ve kissed my dog, my mom, my sister, my pillow, well I do that every night when I sleep, I don’t have much control over that and I-“ face slap. You ask him if he finds you hot and if he thinks about you at night, he says “of course I think you’re hot! You’re gorgeous, but I always think about you, so.” Double face slap.

You can’t blame a man for being a gentleman but he really is a gentle man. One day, you were so sexually frustrated you resorted to jumping your pillow. Your fingers couldn’t reach where Teppeis COULD reach, and you can’t just rub your cunt! You cried into the air as the pillow wasn’t doing its job. Teppei walked up into the room, hearing your cries and approached you on the bed.

“What wrong?” His hand softly laid on your back as you laid your head against his shoulder. Your lip quivered and he couldn’t tell why.

“It’s nothing.” You softly said, and he pulled you off of his shoulder and made you look at him.

“No, tell me, if you need something or want something I can get it for you.” You frowned, and he softly ushered you to speak.

“It’s so stupid!” A tear ran down your face, for something that could be easily fixed, it wasn’t getting fixed.

“Nothing is stupid! Tell me what’s wrong, I promise it’s not stupid.”

“I can’t fucking cum, Teppei!” You already knew that word went over his head, but when he hugged you, you were shocked.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Your breath got caught in your lungs and you pulled away from him.

“Because I thought you didn’t know what my issue was..” Teppei softly smiled and pulled you into a kiss to your absolute shock. You kissed him back, and truly you didn’t know what the fuck was happening.

Teppei pulled you onto his lap, and you deepened the kiss. “Teppe-“ “What do you need?” He asked, you were almost confused by the question until you saw the look in his eyes.

“I-I need, wait Teppei-“ “what do you need, baby?” His voice still gentle, but more serious.

“Your fingers.” You softly said, he let out a little “alright.” And turned you both around on the bed.

“Teppei.” You called out to him.

“Hm?”

“Wha- how- I thought you didn’t know how this all worked.”

“I don’t, so you’re going to teach me.”

You looked at him in disbelief. He looked back at you, ready to listen to your every command. But he wasn’t stupid, so he started to kiss your neck and jaw. You eased into the feeling, but he was still waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do.

“Teppei, please go lower.” You softly moaned when he listed. He kissed your collar bone and sucked on it. He would then lick the mark, and move on. It felt so soft and loving, you were getting wetter by the minute, and Teppei could feel it on his thing since it was between your legs.

He kept going lower till he reached your nipple.

“Play with the other one t-too.” He sucked on your nipple and brought his thumb to the other and softly rubbed it with his thumb, and soon switched to his thumb and index finger, pinching it.

If you thought you were wet, you were wet now. You instructed him to touch your cunt, and like always, he listened.

He moved his mouth to the other nipple, wanting to satisfy everything and brought his and that was holding your boob down to your cunt. He swiped his thumb from your hole to your clit and back down. Even though he thought it wasn’t doing much, it was doing so much.

You moaned and arched your back at the feeling making him smile.

“What else baby, talk to me.” His breath warm on your boob, and fingers soft and gentle made you feel more than taken care of.

“Please use your mouth on my c-cunt.” Your voice shook from the immense pleasure and he moved himself down to your cunt.

He brought his face close to it, and inhaled your sweet smell. “Mmm, smell so good baby.” You smiled down at him, and he opened his mouth, and started to lick and suck on your cunt. Your hands instantly grabbed his hair, and he moaned when you tugged in it. When he got the taste of you, he became addicted. All the denying of knowing how to please a woman, and the innocent facade he worked hard to maintain fell the second he got a taste.

He felt almost too selfish from denying you of this, he shouldn’t have even pushed this off if he’d know you tasted this good. He had both hands on the sides of your ass, pulling you farther into his mouth. Your back arched and Nails scratched his head. Teppei was getting lost in your cunt, and you felt close.

“Teppei!” You squealed when you felt the euphoric sensation wash over you. Teppei never slowed his tongue movements sending you into overstimulation.

“F-fuck, T-Teppei, too much!” He moaned into your cunt, he couldn’t get enough of you, and his cock was getting dangerously hard by the second. Who knew eating you out would turn him on so much. Who knew eating you out was so addictive.

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