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Got a secret, can you keep it?
Summary: Certain news leave you devastated as you walk into the hands of your not so gentle husband.
Characters: dark!Steve Rogers x wife!reader
Warnings: non/dubcon elements, allusion to sexual content, violence, (forced) pregnancy, power imbalance, dark elements
This story contains dark elements, be aware. 18+
Note: Just a little something for @cockslutpadalecki 15 sentence challenge. Haven't written anything in a long time, so bare with me.
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Soft snowflakes dance down the sky, landing on three inch blankets of snow covering once pristine green gras. The suns shines proudly, making the snow glisten like the 24-carat diamond resting heavy on your ring finger. But even the beautiful scenery doesn't reach you. A picture that once would have made you smile like a child on Christmas, now only suffocates you further. Fingers play with the tiny charm on your necklace, a nervous habit picked up when you were younger, as you stare out of the window of your prison, trying desperately to keep the tears and screams inside as the two blue lines mock you.
You refuse to accept your fate. It can't be true. Not again.
Tiny hands grab onto your forearm. "Mommy, Mommy", the voice startles you. "What is that?", curious fingers fish for the plastic stick sitting next to you.
"Nothing, Jay", you push the test out of his reach, as it disappears in your back pocket. "Don't worry about it, baby."
"Mommy, you've been crying! Why have you been crying?"
"What…" Your fingers meet wet cheeks. - You have been crying. "No, no", you stumble on your words, desperately wiping your face. "I'm okay"
"But you… you've been crying!" The blue eyes looking down at you start to glisten as James' voice turns shrill.
Panic rises as you desperately try to placate the little human in front of you. You sush him as you pull him down on the floor and into your lap, "Mommy's fine - see", you force a smile on your lips. "Everything's fine, baby. It's okay", you whisper into his hair as tiny arms wrap around your throat. "Have you seen the snow? It's crazy, look", you turn him towards the window.
"So pretty…" he mumbles, eyes gleaming. "Maybe we can go out and play?" Excitement rises and he's out of your arms and in front of the window before you can even blink. "Please, Mommy!"
"Sure, Jay. But you'll have to wear something warm, okay? It's very cold outside" Standing up you brace yourself on the wall as your head spins.
"Not Jay, Mommy. James. Daddy doesn't like it", he scolds you, voice serious.
A shudder crawls down your spine at the mention of his father. You swallow as you look at the blonde toddler, his spitting image. "Daddy, doesn't have to know".
"Daddy doesn't have to know what?", a deep voice echoes. You jump turning around, heart beating as Steve stands in the doorway.
"Daddy!", the little boy in front of you squeals, running into the arms of his father. Steve scoops him up off the floor as his cold eyes meet yours. You gulp.
"Steve…", the whisper escapes you before you can think of what you actually want to say. He's not supposed to be here. Not for the next four hours. Bile rises in the back of your throat as the plastic stick stabs you in your lower back. You're going to vomit, you're sure of it. He looks at you expectantly, gaze turning sterner when you don't move. When you don't greet him like he trained you to.
"Y/N", his voice snaps, jaw ticking. "Now."
But you can't. You can't. If you go to him now, if you give him the kiss he wants from you, he'll feel it. He'll feel the test. He'll know and there will be nothing you can do about it. No escaping your fate. Just like the last two times. You know you're done for when he lowers Jay on the ground, gaze still on you.
"Go, check on your brother, James." He dismisses the boy. Jay looks at you before turning and running through the door. Leaving you alone. To unknowingly suffer at the hand of his father.
"Kneel", the command comes as soon as his son is out of sight. "Before I fucking make you." You know you have no choice. If you don't do as he says, then he'll make you. This way, you might at least get a chance to hide the doom lingering in the back of your pocket once you inevitably have to ready yourself for your punishment.
"Steve, please…", you plead as your knees hit the floor. You resume the familiar position, eyes down, palms up. You know exactly what to do. At this point it's basic instinct, a second nature forced onto you for the last four years. A barely audible whisper leaves your lips, a final entreaty before you inescapably have to give into his perverse fantasies, "Please… I'm sorry".
Colds hands find your chin, making you look at him. His thumb catches on your lip, pushing into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling around the digit. Eyes pleading with him. His thumb presses on your tongue before he releases it with a loud pop. "Go on, baby. You know it's more fun for me when you beg."
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Heat Inducing
Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female Reader
Summary: Steve gets what he wants by any means necessary.
Word Count: Over 400
Warnings: Implied noncon, dark themes, a/b/o dynamics, implied forced bond, fighting, light choking, could be considered drugging, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: For @cockslutpadalecki 's Fifteen Sentence Challenge (prompt in bold) and can be considered a companion piece to Bucky's First and Last.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
One day, you would come to accept that Steve Rogers was stronger, faster, and more determined than you would ever be, but it would only happen with you kicking and screaming along the way. You should’ve known the alpha only asked you into his office once most of the other agents left so he could get you alone, like he intended to from the moment he decided you would be his mate. You managed to get a lucky punch in before he knocked you to the floor and straddled you, shoving a shiny, red pill into your mouth before his massive hand covered it and forced you to swallow.
You didn’t know it yet, but it wouldn’t be the only thing forced down your throat today by the time he was done with you.
Unshed tears burned your eyes as he finally let you breathe, coughing and gulping in air as you wished you could throw up the offending, heat inducing capsule. Life wasn’t easy or kind to omegas and you weren’t foolish enough to think anyone would help you should yell for it. Because who would stand up to Captain America, the very hero who helps everyone?
Steve caught your fist when you thrashed beneath him, squeezing hard enough to remind you that he could turn your bones to dust if he wished. Instead of looking angry like most alphas would at the attempt to not submit and get away, he smirked.
You froze momentarily when he leaned down and whispered proudly, “Bucky’s omega was a fighter, too, but he got her in the end thanks to me."
You hissed and shouted an impressive string of obscenities as he tore your clothes away, your body growing warmer with each passing second and your will to fight slowly starting to fade. The hand suddenly around your throat cut off your next insult and you half expected the alpha to make a remark about your language or how he'd wash your mouth out.
But he surprised you by releasing you and stating with a smile, “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit."
A bitter laugh escaped your lips before you said, “I will never willingly submit to you, Steve Rogers.”
As he flipped you onto your stomach with a growl, you stared at the door just a few feet away and knew you would never taste freedom again.
So, that happened. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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Hot and Cold
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 394
Summary: Sometimes body heat is the best way to keep warm.
Author’s Note: One more little 15 sentence drabble for both Lisa’s @cockslutpadalecki 15 sentence challenge and prompt #15: “you better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work,” and Navy and Roo’s Slumber Party @the-slumberparty week 3 challenge and something new: I used the trope generator and got ‘huddling for warmth.’ Thank you all so much for hosting these! YAY! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: Sassiness on everyone’s part, Joel’s grumpy and knows best of course, implied smexiness
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @dopedillin thank you lovely🥰
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“It’s fucking cold as balls out here,” you mutter as you warm your hands over the fire.
Joel’s eyes lift from the flask between his fingers and he shoots you a warning glare, his tone sharp when he says, “watch your language darlin’.”
You raise a challenging brow and scoff, “why? Because someone might hear me?”
He gives you no answer as he stands and walks around the fire, dropping the flask into your lap before he looks up at the stars.
You open it with shaky hands, downing the rest of the liquid with one long and burning swallow.
You hold up the empty container, waiting for him to take it, your eyes still focused on the dancing flames, when his fingers close around yours and he yanks you off the ground and against his chest.
“Get in the sleeping bag,” he demands, “you’re freezing.”
“Yeah,” you start, rolling your eyes and sassing him, “I said that already and don’t you tell me what to do!”, you finish, poking your finger into his chest.
He growls low and deep and you feel it vibrate right through you, the sensation sending a new kind of shiver down your spine.
“Anyone every tell you that you talk too much?” he drawls as he pushes you toward the sleeping bag, his hand pressing into your lower back.
“Actually, no,” you counter when you turn to face him and attempt to put some distance between the two of you, “I never gotten any complaints about my mouth at all.”
His jaw clenches tight and his eyes drop to your lips, his warm breath fanning over your cheek when he grits out, “you gonna pitch a hissy fit and freeze your ass to death or get in?”
“I guess if my only other option is freezing my ass to death,” you mumble, mocking him as you sink down and shimmy into the sleeping bag, your mouth falling open in surprise when he looks at you expectantly as he unzips the other side and starts to slide his legs in.
“Wait a second,” you protest weakly, the rest of your words coming out as a breathy whisper when his hard body lines up with yours…“you won’t fit.”
“Oh I fit just fine,” he murmurs, “and you better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, darlin’.”
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House Arrest
—StepDad!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: Your mom goes to attend a work conference for a couple of days, leaving you home alone with her husband.
Warnings: noncon, smut, stepcest, age gap (reader is over 18), threats, and angry Joel. This is a dark fic, heed the warnings and proceed with caution.
A/N: Another piece written for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentence Challenge and happy to finally write Joel! Been a fan since the games were released and it was such a treat to dive into his character.
Your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Enjoy! ❤️
You whimper against your pillow with your hands clutching tightly onto the sheets as angry tears continue flowing down your face, Joel’s groans echoing off the walls, his chest pressed taut against your back while he thrusts his cock roughly into your cunt.
He didn’t wait until your mom left the driveway, his footsteps bounding up the stairs almost immediately. Your heart plummets to the pit of your belly when you hear your bedroom door open, his low voice cooing the pet name he’s given you as he stalks inside, fear gripping your senses in a vice while you lay still in bed, the mattress dipping and you feel his hand caress your waist through the blanket and a light kiss being placed on your shoulder.
“She’s gone—”
You wish desperately that your mom didn’t leave for the conference, or at the very least, wished you made plans to leave the same days with your friends just to avoid being stuck at home with Joel. But with every reason you gave her for you to agree with your made-up plans, Joel had an argument thrown right back.
“There are tons of creeps out there, hon, and we don’t want our little butterfly getting hurt, do we?”
Success shone in his eyes when his words rooted deeply into your mom’s head, having her agreeing in an instant that it was safer for you to stay home with him, her husband, the monster that’s been tormenting you since the day he set foot in your home.
“It’ll be so nice having the place all to ourselves, butterfly,” he mumbles against your ear, lust swimming in his words as he hooks your leg against his arm, keeping your legs apart and wide while his other hand snaked from beneath you, fingers grazing your breast before taking purchase of your neck, “No more sneaking around in the next few days.”
“Fuck you, old man!” You spit but soon gasp when his fingers tighten around your throat and dig into the side.
“You talkin’ smack now, baby?” Venom laces his voice when he scolds you but it doesn’t stop you from fighting back, thrashing violently against him but stopping all at once and crying in pain when his hand lands harshly against your swollen cunt. “You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours, baby, before I put it to work.”
“Fucking make me!” You cry before cocking your elbow and slamming it against his ribs, Joel choking and yelping in pain, his hold of you slackening and letting you go.
You roll off the bed and crawl on the floor as fast as you can, darting towards the door, but your body suddenly slams back to the ground when your ankle is yanked hard, the air escaping your lungs when Joel gets on top of you, crushing you against the carpeted floor when he splays his forearm down on your shoulders.
“You fucking bitch—!” He spits and you grunt in pain when he drops his weight on you. “You’re gonna regret doing that.” He threatens, hot breath fanning over your skin when he leans in closer, feeling him smirk when he presses a kiss on your cheek, the tears rolling down your face once again upon realizing that there is no escaping him.
“We have a couple of days to ourselves, my butterfly, and I’m going to make sure that every hole of yours is thoroughly used before your mom gets home,” Hauling you from the ground, he pulls you with him, forcing you down on your knees with a tight grip on your shoulder before settling himself on the edge of the bed, his cock, hard in his hand as he begins to stroke himself, “And we’re starting with that fucking mouth.”
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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴
pairing: beefy!bucky barnes x reader
concept: By the delicious things you could do to him, he is already driven mad with pleasure by the thought of feeling your touch.
word count: 600
warnings: bathroom setting, masturb─ation (m), soft b─j, dir─ty talk, tiny bit of plot but desire daydreams, mirror time, o─ral (male receiving)nickname ──(Doll, Angel)
a/n: written for @cockslutpadalecki Fifteen Sentence Challenge Congrats on 15k! Thank you for always being the sweest soul and writing our favorite mean characters. I used the prompt: "Are you holding back? Don't"
lovely beta:@lunarbuck
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By the delicious things you could do to him, he is already driven mad with pleasure by the thought of feeling your touch.
Soft lips pressed against his own, then kissing his jaw and neck as your calloused hands caressed his naked body, Bucky felt warmth spread through his body as he received your embrace; his breathing quickened as your lips moved lower, tracing a line of fire as they descended into his skin, he felt tingles of pleasure as you explored his body with your lips and hands, and he felt himself responding to your touch.
Bucky closed his eyes and let himself drift away in the moment, your lips tracing a tantalizing path, eliciting a low moan of pleasure as you make your way to his throbbing erection.
Inhaling it, your lips swallowed it until your nose was buried in the small hairs at his base, by pressing your head towards him and your mouth down on his thick throbbing cock, as his hands pumped faster, the unimaginable thoughts flooded his brain, his heart raced and his breath quickened as his body responded to the intensity of the situation; veins tingling.
When Bucky is lost in his thoughts, you watch him, he looks down at himself and sees how his cock responds to the thought of you, he can't help but feel aroused by your nearness; as his body responds to the tingle of anticipation.
Watching him start again with long strokes, you find it difficult to stand as you swallow what you want but only think of how he tastes, each movement feels deliberate and purposeful, and you can feel heat radiating from your core as you observe him.
As he strokes hard, you can see every beastly muscle in his shoulders and back as he gets up close to observe a reflection of the authentic one.
Watching him in the mirror, you can also see his thick veins running down his length.
He looks up at you in the mirror, and his eyes glisten with desire, "Doll, have you been watching me— Come over and help me out— My cock is waiting for your hands and mouth."
One person knows how to stroke him in places where it excites his soul, and that is only if you let out a deep sigh and kiss his manhood as his body relaxes.
"Open your pretty mouth, Doll," he darkly groans as he lines his cock around your lips, your throat gurgles as he slides his beefy dick down your throat, “Take it, Angel.”
"Are you holding back? Don't, he says as he grips your jaw, "It's all yours, Doll," the taste of him was heavenly, and you felt him go in and out, using you according to his wishes.
You let out a moan of pleasure, and the intensity of the sensation only seems to increase, the shadows from the lights to the reflection of your head are moving in Bucky sees you taking him all in from the reflection of the mirror, that's what angels like you do when you try to sneak up on him when he is trying pleasuring himself to your polarid; but you get to be the sole one doing it for him, against his skin, your hands move, and your lips welcome every inch of him.
I feel his pleasure as it radiates through me, and I know that I have given him a night to remember.
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Never-ending nightmare
AN: this is my entry for @cockslutpadalecki’s 15 sentence challenge and in Lisa’s honour I’ve decided to make this a follow-up to the fic I wrote for the last challenge of her’s I joined in with - Yesterday’s Dream, Today’s Nightmare. Thanks to @navybrat817 for spitballing with me and providing some of the dialogue. Dialogue prompt from Lisa's list in bold.
Beta’d by @lunarbuck
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banners by me. Please note - pics in moodboard do not reflect the size or ethnicity of the reader. My reader is a blank slate for you to imagine as you will.
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Relationship: Dark Ransom x Reader, Dark Ari x Reader
Word Count: 600
CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC - Implied Non Con/Rape, but not described in detail, Basement wife vibes, kidnap, drugging, violence, major angst and despair, no happy ending.
You’d lost track of the days since that fateful ‘first day at work’ when Ransom had drugged you, violated you, and then later, when you were unconscious, taken you to what was probably his home. You hadn’t seen anything outside of this room and it’s en-suite, other than what little you could view through the small, high window when you stood right on your toes; a few trees and hills.You’d seen a lot of Ransom though, more than you’d ever wanted to, and there was nothing you could do to stop him - you were shackled by your ankle to the bed, naked and unable to escape him or his voracious appetites.
You’d struggled at first - fought him tooth and nail, as he laughed and cuffed you around the head to disorientate you, before pinning you down with his big hands and even bigger body, taking what he wanted, despite - and probably egged on by - your cries. Eventually you gave up fighting - it did nothing apart from wear you down, leaving you battered and bruised - and lying limp and blank seemed to take the fun out of it for Ransom, which you considered a win, albeit a small one.
Days passed, blending together one after the other after the other, and the only thing you didn’t know was what time he’d appear to torture you, be that mentally, physically or both. He forced you to wash and to eat and drink, and you swore he was drugging you - you were alway light and floaty when you were in the bathtub, almost able to forget the how and why of you being here until he dragged you out and did what he wanted.
However, one day the monotony was broken when Ransom entered your room with another man in tow; shaggy, dark blonde hair with an even shaggier beard, and both so tall and broad it should have scared you, but his eyes, as blue as the ocean, seemed, initially at least, so kind. You looked at the stranger, your own eyes wide and imploring - maybe you could appeal to his better instincts, convince him to help you escape and release you from this living hell? When Ransom nipped into your bathroom to wash up, you turned to the man and pleaded with him, asking him to help you, but as you rambled his expression darken, and showed more and more amusement, making your heart sink - this man was a friend of Ransom’s and was no doubt as bad as him.
“Hey, Ran - your girl here asked me to let her go, and if she’s asking that, she isn’t broken - just means you don’t know how to play with your toys,” he commented with a smirk as your captor returned, drying his hands on the small hand towel.They both looked at you darkly, and you felt a new frisson of fear run down your spine - if Ransom on his own was bad, him and this friend of his together was going to be downright terrifying.
With a condescending smile, Ransom approached, and for the first time in days - or was it weeks - you scrabbled away, ankle chain clanking, using the bed as a futile barrier, panic rising in your body despite your efforts.
“Is that so - maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to, even though I’m gonna let Ari play every once in a while.”
He dragged you onto the bed as you screamed and kicked, watching the stranger - Ari - start to shed his clothes and knowing you were never going to get away.
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❝𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩❞
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐟𝐰𝐛!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — i'll keep you in secret if only to see you at all; it's rare to find that you've caused a stir with one ari levinson
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 363
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, implied smut, mutual pining, honorifics (honey, sugar)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — not gon' hold y'all, this was really hard but i'm actually proud of the outcome! thanks again to @cockslutpadalecki for letting me join in on the challenge! and a round of applause for me actually finishing a challenge for once!
“Can I talk to you?”
You took your gaze from the brunet in front of you, your features schooled into passivity. “I’m busy talking to…?”
“Frank.”
You gave an apologetic smile, putting your hand overtop his. “Frank. Right.” Your eyes flicked up to Ari’s — though his features didn’t betray anything, you saw the hard set of his jaw and the one vein throbbing against his neck.
“Can it wait? Frank and I were just getting to know each other.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer before grabbing your arm and leading you towards the back of the house. He ignored your pleas to slow down and pushed you into a nearby bathroom.
“What the fuck, Ari! I was talking!”
Ari tipped his chin. “He know about the marks you’re hiding? That’s why your hair’s like that, right?”
Heat crept up your neck. “That’s none of your business.”
He stepped forward, pushing you up against the door. “Anything regarding you is my business, Y/N, you know that.” He caged you in between his arms and leaned in closer. His blue eyes gave you a once over, lingering on your lips. “You left this morning.”
“I thought we agreed to no sleepovers.”
“You agreed, I didn’t,” he corrected. “I like when you spend the night.”
You frowned. “I don’t get you, Ari. One minute, you say that this is just sex, no strings. The next, you’re giving me hickies and acting jealous.”
“I won’t apologize for marking you up, honey,” his lips brush against yours now, “everyone should know that you’re taken.”
Your breath hitched. His words from the night prior, sudden romantic musings that you had to force yourself not to react to, played in your head.
I love you, sugar
Don’t leave
Will you stay?
He didn’t mean them, he couldn’t have.
“Ari…”
His mouth slotted over yours, swallowing your misgivings and reticence as he licked into your mouth, claiming you. His big hands molded around your hips and pulled you into him. His fingers kneaded your soft skin, more than likely leaving fresh bruises, branding you.
“You’re mine, Y/N. You have to know that,” he spoke against your lips.
“Ask me properly, then.”
His hands moved from your hips to cup your face, a smile cutting across his face.
“If you wanted me to beg, why didn’t you say so?”
𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — what a wonderful way to dip my toe into my ari era
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Power Play
Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Word Count: 400
Summary: Ransom invites you to some charity event and you refuse to go. He doesn't like being told 'no.' You don't like being told what to do.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut. A struggle for dominance. Quick and dirty in an elevator. Biting. Oral, male receiving. Language.
A/N: Written for @cockslutpadalecki’s 15 Sentence Challenge. My first time writing for Ransom, so of course it’s this lol. Hope you enjoy! Any and all mistakes are mine, this has not been beta read.
Arms braced against Ransom as he forced you back into the empty elevator, the doors closing just behind him and cutting off the sounds from the crowded ballroom.
Your back hit the wall, then your head as Ransom attacked your mouth with his, teeth knocking, lips splitting, tongues reaching for the other desperate for contact.
You gasped through the pain, pleasure quickly following as his hands ruthlessly squeezed and tugged at your breasts.
“All you had to do was wear the fucking dress,” Ransom growled into your mouth; his fingers finding the button of your jeans and ripping it apart to slip into the band of your underwear.
Your hands fisted into the back of his blazer, jerking downwards to get it off of him.
“Don’t you ever shut the fuck up,” you returned his fire and pushed him back towards the wall at your side, the elevator trembling with the movement; “you wear the fucking dress."
His blazer now on the floor, you worked on the buttons of his ridiculous twelve-thousand-dollar shirt and stuttered when his fingers began to tease and pinch your lips.
“It’s hot when you talk back,” he said with a deep chuckle, relishing the moment of control as you squirmed in his grasp.
With an impatient groan, you pressed your face into his neck, your mouth easily finding the pulse point that you knew would drive him crazy with just a bit of suction.
At his staggered cry, you abandoned the buttons of his shirt entirely and wrapped your arms around his neck to securely hold your lips to that delicate junction.
You could feel the skin welting on your tongue, could almost taste the blood rushing beneath and soon Ransom had pulled his hands from your jeans to grip the curve of your ass and squeeze you to him.
“Fuuuuuck,” and he bit down into your shoulder hard; only releasing you once you let his neck go with a wet pop.
You stared up into his lust blown eyes, his anger still very near the surface even as he lifted a thumb to pull at your lower lip.
“I didn’t want to go to the stupid party anyway.”
When the doors finally opened onto the penthouse on the top floor, you were on your knees with a mouth full of cock, fingers digging into Ransom’s ass cheeks and Ransom coming completely apart over you.
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Marks
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Avenger!Reader.
Word count: 391 words.
Summary: Steve and you needed a moment alone.
Warnings: Smut, PWP, bite marks.
A/N: This my entry to @cockslutpadalecki‘s Fifteen Sentence Challenge with prompt #12:
"I know you said no marks... But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?"
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Steve unbuttoned your blouse, nimbly with one hand, leaving your breasts boobs exposed, then began to fondle them, he lightly pinched your nipples, and you mentally cursed, he knew how to please you, there was one problem though, anyone could open the door and see you.
—Steve… s-s-stop — you begged, you didn't want anyone to discover you, you didn't want anyone to find out what you were doing.
“Are you sure you want me to stop? “Steve asked, running his hand down your belly.
You shook your head, no, you would never refuse to have sex with him, maybe it didn't matter if he was seen.
So, what if they knew the "dark" side of Steve Rogers!
"I know you said no marks... But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?" he whispered in your ear, and you moaned in response.
You felt his lips and tongue run down your back and continue down until he reached your thighs.
He made you spread your legs a little apart and lightly bit the skin of your thighs, just enough to leave marks, but not to hurt you.
You moaned, tried to close your legs a little and push him away, he knew how to make you "suffer and punish", although you actually enjoyed it.
—Don’t you dare to close your legs, I wanna punish that sweet pussy —he commanded.
He came up and smiled when he saw your wet pussy, ran his fingers, smiled again when he pulled them out, wet, and ran his tongue, you knew soon your legs wouldn't be able to hold you up, he knew it too, so he held you down to force you to stand still.
You pressed your body against him as you reached your orgasm, boy did Steve Rogers know what he was doing!
He got up and got behind you, but not before making sure you had somewhere to lean back, he penetrated you and used one hand to cover your mouth to prevent you from making noise and someone from finding you.
“I know you do, but you like it, don't you? “Steve asked in your ear and you nodded as you felt another orgasm and triggered his simultaneously.
Just as you pulled apart and adjusted your clothes, you heard someone start to open the door.
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Collateral Damage
Pairing: Winter Solider x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You pay the price when the Avengers try to undo the snap.
Word Count: Over 300
Warnings: Noncon (you have been warned), dark themes, light choking, Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier, (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Another one for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentence Challenge (prompt in bold).❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You tried to warn the Avengers that time travel could cause more harm than good, but they didn’t listen since they did their best to think of every possible angle and consequence. Even with the assurance that things would go back to the way they were, or at least be fixed enough, you had a feeling that something would go wrong. You just didn’t expect to be the collateral damage along the way.
And you learned quickly that in some universes, the heroes never win.
“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
The words were spoken so quietly through the mask that you almost didn’t hear them as the soldier plunged his cock deeper into you. The assassin with the cold blue eyes didn’t remember or recognize you, but it didn’t stop him from making you his. For whatever reason, one you didn’t know at the time, you were his mission and he was going to complete it.
“Bucky, please,” you tried to plead before the hand around your neck tightened, tears sliding from the corners of your eyes.
Bucky once told you no matter what world the two of you found yourselves in, you’d be together. The man inside of you wasn’t your Bucky though, the man you fell in love with, the one who turned to dust on that fateful day. You hoped wherever that version of him went that he was at peace.
“You’re mine now,” the soldier growled, snapping his hips harder as he choked off your cry, not realizing that he was in fact Bucky.
Maybe you could help the Soldat remember who he truly is, but today wouldn’t be that day.
Because you were now the prize of the Winter Soldier, collateral damage in a battle you never wanted to fight to begin with.
Can't be that bad, right? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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The Farmer’s Fancy
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 478
Summary: Joel finally has his farm...now all he needs is you.
Author’s Note: So I decided to really challenge myself with this one and write something for Lisa’s @cockslutpadalecki 15 sentence challenge and prompt #11 (”you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat”) and Navy and Roo’s week 3 Slumber Party ‘Something New’ challenge @the-slumberparty I did something soft!dark here which is not something I do much and lightly used (k)idnapping- I’m giving the illusion here and as I continue to experiment I hope to get more into it all! Thank you to my sweet friend Navy💕 @navybrat817 for her extra encouragement and overall awesomeness and support! Love you! HUGS! Thank you so much to Lisa, Navy and Roo💕 for hosting these great writing challenges and celebrations, it’s so great and I really appreciate it! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Thank you bunches to lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics for the divider! 🥰
Warnings: binds, some language, (c)hoking, smexyines, soft!dark themes: (k)idnapping hints
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @salome-c thank you lovely 🥰
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You struggle against the binds at your wrists, your curses and cries lost in the vast openness of the farm while you watch him stride over to you, his hands on his hips as his eyes sweep down your body and flash with heat before he murmurs, “I’d untie you if you didn’t try to run every god damn time, think you’re ready to be good for me darlin’?”
You sag against the wooden pole of the small stable and hang your head with a nod, your body deflating even more when he releases you from the binds and you find yourself weak and falling into his arms.
“There now,” he whispers, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your eyes to his, “I knew you could do it.”
Your menacing glare is met with a smirk as he backs you toward the wall, hay catching in your shoes and the smell of horse surrounding you, your body hitting the wood before he crowds you against it, the hardness between his legs pressing into your stomach.
With a gasp of his name you grab his broad shoulders, unable to hide the way your body succumbs to the simple fact that he’s touching you, and you swallow hard, licking your lips.
“Promise me, darlin’,” he drawls, “promise me you’ll do as I say and you won’t try and run anymore, you know I’ll keep you safe.”
His lips skim the shell of your ear, more of a whispered warning than anything else, and you cling to him, your breathing heavy as he places a kiss just underneath your ear before his mouth trails softly down the column of your neck.
“Lemme hear you say it,” he growls as his large and calloused fingers trace your collarbone, sliding higher until they close around the base of your throat and he pulls back to look into your eyes.
“I promise,” you choke out, your nails digging into his back.
“Repeat it,” he whispers against your lips, his fingers putting more pressure on your neck.
“I promise,” you say again, whimpering when he shoves one thick thigh between your legs and his fingers squeeze even harder, “I won’t run and I’ll do as you say.”
“There’s a good girl,” he croons then abruptly removes his thigh and replaces it with his free hand, making you clench around nothingness.
His fingers tease along the edge of your pants, his motions unhurried when he slides them lower and purrs, “you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
“Joel,” you find yourself pleading when his fingers brush over your panties, the material soaked and stuck to your skin.
He hums appreciatively, his words warm against your lips and his tone smug when he whispers, “fuck’ darlin,’ I knew you’d be easy to break but this is too good to be true.”
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Should've
—Lee Bodecker x F!Reader
Summary: You begin to regret leaving your home in the midst of your punishment.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon, rough sex, angry Lee is angry. The fic is dark, proceed with caution.
A/N: Written for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentece Challenge. And what a treat it was to write Lee again, my favorite big boi.
Your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Enjoy! ❤️
You should have stayed at home and continued knitting the socks for Marissa’s newborn. But you didn’t; instead, you took Shirley’s shift and went to the diner, which had you talking to Danny, one of your childhood friends, when he asked you about your ma while refilling his mug with coffee.
That’s when Lee saw you, the diner going silent when he stepped inside, his leather jacket open wide for everyone to see the gun strapped to his belt. If you stayed home, then he wouldn’t have threatened Danny and beat him in front of everyone, wouldn’t have dragged you out of the diner, humiliating you as he shoved you into his cruiser.
If you stayed at home, you would still have a job.
If you stayed home, you wouldn’t be crying on Lee’s bed, naked, used, and bruised, with his stomach heavy against your lower back and his hands clawing on you desperately, hungrily, your body moving along with the rocking of the bed while he fucks you mercilessly.
“Talkin’ to that boy and showin’ everyone you a fuckin’ slut? Humiliatin’ me in front of the whole town?!” He growls, his chest pressing down on your back, pining you to the mattress while his fingers curl around your neck, choking when he tightens his grip.
“N-no—” You whimper but the words come out garbled, your core burning brightly as his cock slams deeper into you, again and again, your pussy walls fluttering around him. “I’m sorry—”
“Sorry don’t fix nothin', sweetheart—” He snarls, his hot breath scalding your skin when he presses his face against yours.
You gasp in relief when he pulls his hand away from your throat, lifting himself from your back. But the reprieve is only short-lived when he wraps his fingers on the back of your neck, pushing you down roughly against the bed, a silent scream leaving your lips when a sharp slap lands on your ass.
"Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to," He groans and your body shakes in dread, knowing fully well that Lee is a man of his word. “You’d like that, don’t ya?”
You hear him laugh darkly from behind you and you can’t stop thinking that this is all your fault. Regret washes over you like a big wave, and the small voice inside your head quivers as it whispers, “You should’ve stayed at home.”
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Fifteen Sentence Challenge
Yes, I am back with another sentence limit challenge to celebrate 15K of you (wut?) I had so much fun the last time, I couldn’t resist hosting another! You can see masterlists for the previous rounds of this here and here.
Same advisories/conditions apply as before which are as follows;
✎ All of the prompts are sexual in nature, so respectfully, all participants, and anyone requesting anything from me must be 18+.
✎ Send an ask to request the prompt number or the line itself included with your character of choice. Include any specific kinks you’d like (if any). Please make it clear if your ask is for ME to write for you or if you are the one taking the prompt to write for yourself.
✎ Characters (please note: you can alter/expand on these if you wish to participate— these are just the characters I’m limiting myself to).
TO WRITE:
Steve Rogers/Lloyd Hansen/Andy Barber/Ari Levinson/Ransom Drysdale (Chris Evans)
Rafe Cameron (Outer Banks)
Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
TO READ:
All of the above plus Bucky Barnes/Lee Bodecker/Steve Kemp/Lance Tucker (Sebastian Stan)
✎ ALL tropes/kinks are welcome except for lactation/holding kink/underage. I will not read/write those. Everything else is very much encouraged. Bonus points for meanness or step-relations. And I reserve the right to decline a prompt/character if, for any reason, I cannot fulfil that particular combination/it goes against what I am willing to write.
✎ Reader inserts only however every kind of reader is welcome. F/M, GN, POC, etc— I don’t exclude anyone here.
✎ No word limit BUT it must not exceed fifteen sentences. That’s the whole point of the challenge.
✎ Warnings must be tagged appropriately. That being said, I reserve the right to not reblog any post.
✎ You don’t have to be following me to participate, but I’m always down to make new friends.
✎ Tag me in your work and use the tag “look ma I did it - fifteen sentences” within the first five tags.
✎ There is no definitive end date, but I will be compiling a masterlist from 1st April onwards.
✎ Please reblog and share this post if you can, the more people involved, the better and if you have any questions or queries, don’t hesitate to contact me!
Hey! Why not reblog this post and ask your followers to request something from you?
PROMPTS
There are no limits on how many people can choose the same prompt. And if you finish with one prompt, you can pick another… and another… and another. Go wild! This challenge is meant to inspire. If you want to message me and let me know what prompts you’re thinking of using, that’s fine, but it’s not mandatory.
“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”
“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”
“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”
“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”
“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”
“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”
“Are you holding back? Don’t.”
“It’s hot when you talk back.”
"Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to."
"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth."
“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
“I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”
“When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?”
“It’s more fun for me when you beg.”
“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work.”
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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬
pairing: highschool!bucky barnes x reader
words: 1.0k words
warnings: senioritis, fluff, and bucky being a clingy little shit
summary: senioritis is a bitch, and that virus certainly extends to two teens in brooklyn.
a/n: i’m tired of high school and shit and finals are kicking my ass so i wrote this lil thing. (also look at this lil skinny noodle theater boy, i woulda dated the heck out of him) anyways, please enjoy <3
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Y/N’s eyes focused in and out on the pot of pasta her mother was cooking on the stove. There were many other things she should have been doing, pressing matters like the fifteen unfinished assignments she had to turn in by the next Monday, but the combination of a near-summer school day and the stress of not actually doing the assignments was getting to her.
“Honey, I’m home!”
Great.
The bane of her existence came in the form James Buchanan Barnes, God-like dick game and loved by all mothers. His fluffy chestnut hair was swept under a baseball cap, and he carried two bags of groceries, for her mother, into the kitchen where she sat.
It wasn’t as if she were bothered by her boyfriend, but with him around there was no way in hell she would get anything finished. Turning back to the half-assed, half-written page she had been working on for hours, she tried to ignore the presence of Bucky hugging her mother hello.
Once again, an absolute kiss ass.
“Hey, pumpkin,” Bucky dropped a kiss to her forehead as he started to put the groceries away. Fucking suck up. “How come you didn’t answer my text? I asked if I could come over.”
“I did answer your text, asshole.” Y/N turned over her phone to check the texts for evidential proof. “Yeah, see, I texted you no.”
Bucky shoved the phone away from where she held it out to him, placing an orange on the table. “And I chose to ignore that text because I wanted to see you.” He sang with a smile.
That little smirk he wore was enough for Y/N’s tough resolve to break and she stood to pounce up on him from behind with a hug. She nosed his neck gently and smelled his cologne, amber and oud filling her senses and making her mind all boggled with thoughts of him.
“Hey, if you two are gonna be gross, then go upstairs,” Ms. L/N smacked her shoulder with the dirty dish rag and she squealed away from the hit. “But if you two are gonna bang, then go to his because I’m not washing those damn sheets for you do that.”
Both of the teens blushed at her ribbing, and immediately grabbed their stuff to scramble upstairs. As they trudged up the stairs with their backpacks, Bucky noticed the way Y/N’s eyes would flutter shut for a moment and the way her steps faltered. It was no secret that her five AP exams were kicking her ass, and the studying was no better.
The way he saw it, there was no point in struggling onto the slippery grasps of sleep in replacement of studying. Highschool was three weeks from being done, and soon enough they’d be out of Brooklyn and on their way to California to hit the sun and study their asses off in college.
As soon as they entered her ivy-painted room Y/N slammed the stupid essay on her desk and slumped into her swivel chair. Bucky knew the drill well enough by that point, dropping his backpack by the foot of her bed and flopping onto the pristine white sheets with an obnoxiously loud groan. “God, this bed feels so good, pumpkin, I don’t know how you can stay out of it for so long.”
“Well, when you’re falling behind in school it’s a lot easier than you’d think.” Y/N quipped back distractedly. The words on the paper seemed to swirl and move right under her stare, and there was no way she could focus. She knew that eight more pages of blank papers sat right under the first, all waiting to be filled out with sentences about the effects of cardiorespiratory coherence on the spectrum of human emotions.
Bucky groaned, hauling his legs onto the sheets and turning towards his girlfriend with a pout. “C’mon, babydoll, if you come over here, you can have sex with me. How’s that sound? You wanna have sex with me? I’ll do that thing you like, even make you shed a few tears...”
Though his offer sounded more than appealing, Y/N had to turn it down and shift herself in the chair to ease the throbbing of her core. “As much as I would like to cry on your dick, and trust me, I would very much like to cry on your dick, I unfortunately need to cry on my essay instead. I was getting work done all until you walked in with that cute lil’ smile of yours.”
Bucky blushed at the comment which made her grin. It was amusing how flushed he got after making such raunchy things to her. “Well, what do you want, babydoll. I can bring you a bowl of mac and cheese from your ma, or,” he scooped her up in his arms, reveling in her squeals of laughter, “I can snuggle ya to death. How’s that sound?”
Her voice was muffled against the fabric of his henley, but he could kinda not really understand the words she gurgled out. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
Y/N laughed in his hold, turning over to smush her face into his chest. “I’m just tired of this bullshit. All the assignments and late nights, and don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but if I get one more comment about my study time management, I’m going to scream.” She sighed, clutching just a bit harder around his back. “I want it all to be over, I guess. Just you and me in California already, sitting in the sun and drinking green juices, or whatever shit they do over there.”
Bucky didn’t even have to say anything, Y/N knew he shared the same sentiment. College was fast approaching and scary, and the stress of the impending graduation did nothing but make it seem that much farther away.
“God, you’re so warm, I wanna lay with you here forever. Studying can go fuck itself.”
“Then stay with me, pumpkin,” he chuckled, pulling her closer. “I ain’t going anywhere yet.”
Legend has it that there was no studying done for the rest of the night, and Y/N’s mom would find them passed out in each other’s arms before six o’clock.
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5 Tips for Fast Drafting from a New York Times Bestselling Author
NaNoWriMo is basically an exercise in fast drafting: getting as much of the first draft of the story as you can on the page as quickly as possible. Today, bestselling author J. Elle is here to share some pro tips for fast drafting:
My first middle grade novel took me nine days to write.
The first draft was about 40,000 words or so. And yes, it needed to be revised before it sold to a publisher. But the meat of the story was on the page in just over a week’s time. I’d never drafted anything quite that fast before. Within a single month I’d written an entire novel, revised it a couple times and readied it for sale. A few months later that novel sold at auction and will be on shelves May 2022.
I still look back on this feat with a bit of shock and awe. To date I’ve sold five novels to major publishers, two young adult, two middle grade and one non fiction and my experience fast drafting has forever altered the way I approach writing. I should mention, fast drafting isn’t for everyone. Writing is such a personal thing and each storyteller has their own process, but in the event getting the first draft out is the biggest hurdle for you, like it is for me, I’m going to share five tips for knocking out that first draft in record time.
1. Start with a SHORT story pitch.
Pitching a story in a few words is tough. But it’s a worthy effort and the best use of your time before you get any words on the page. Why? Because it helps you hone in on the core of your story and its hook. A good short pitch involves the character, their dilemma, and a hint of the stakes. In October of 2018 I pitched my YA debut novel in a tweet which then blew up. Not many words can fit in a tweet, but by choosing the right set of words, I was able to convey the heart of my story and it really resonated. (From that tweet, I signed with a literary agent and sold my debut novel to a Big 5 publisher in a six-figure-deal.) The biggest favor you can do for yourself is understand the story—its essence, its core—you’re trying to tell before you start drafting. And that’s hard. But the more you play around with creating a short pitch, you’ll begin to see a clear snapshot of what your book is going to be about. That’s your jumping off point.
2. Expand your pitch into tent pole beats.
From your short pitch, spend some time deciding on what your major beats are. Now, yes this is a bit like outlining. And for you pantsers out there, I empathize with you. I was a pantser and still am in many ways. But I still do this step because this step ultimately saves me time. The beauty of fast drafting is that you know what you need to do when you sit down to type. So a lot of these steps are about doing pre-work so that when you sit down to type you’re not spinning your wheels to figure out what to type. Instead you’ll have a clear goal and you’ll be ready to execute it. Also, note that the goal isn’t to perfect each of these steps, but instead to try to do each step, to the best of your ability, and in a way that makes sense.
I could write an entire piece on beat sheeting novels (which I love and do for all my books), but for the purposes here, I’ve organized the main things you want to know below in a series of questions. Simply answer each, make a chart if you like that sort of thing, and once you have each question filled out in a way that logically makes sense, move on to the next step. (NOTE: It’s a good idea to get feedback on this step if you have critique partners and fellow writers you trust.)
Opening Scene - Who is the character before the world changes?
Inciting Incident - What happens that forces them to make a choice, changing their lives forever? What are they choosing between?
“A” Plot - What is that choice they make? What are they pursuing or working toward? Finding information? Going on a quest? Uncovering the truth behind a murder?
Stakes - What are the stakes of the “A” plot? What’s at risk if they fail to accomplish whatever they’re pursuing? It should be something that personally affects them or someone / something they care about.
“B” Plot / Character - Who or what is the theme of the story? What character in your story is going to embody that theme and play a key role in helping the main character change?
Midpoint - what happens in the middle of the book to change the character’s direction. Usually it’s some bit of new information or they realize things are not as they seem.
Stakes Raise - How do the stakes (what’s at risk if they fail) raise after the middle of the book?
Character Arc - what does your character believe about the world in the beginning of the book that by the book’s end they will no longer believe? (An extension of this question is: what things can happen in this character’s life to facilitate them incrementally learning this big truth? If you don’t know this question right off, that’s okay. But this is a question you want to go back to every now and again, even after you finish the first draft, to ensure your character is actively involved in a plot that is resulting in their change.)
Failure - How will your character fail big? This happens at about the 75% point of the book and it's the final moment of failure, usually, before they pick themselves up off the ground (figuratively or literally) and learn the lesson they’ve needed to learn. There forward they act on their new belief to the end of the book, demonstrating how they’re changed.
If you’d like a more in depth look at how to beat sheet a novel, I strongly suggest reading Jessica Brody’s Save The Cat Writes A Novel.
3. Flesh out your beats into a detailed synopsis.
Now the fun part! This step is the most helpful thing you can do to enable yourself to fast draft.
Write a mini version of your story, also known as a detailed synopsis. The key to writing synopses is not to worry about the voice, but instead what happens. Try to convey what happens and its impact on the character to show how the story moves from tent pole moment to tent pole moment (per the step above). This takes some trial and error and you may get annoyed with yourself because it’s not as easy as it seems. But, I’ve seen that if you can write a compelling and cohesive synopsis, the draft that you execute will be far stronger and more efficiently executed.
Definitely get beta feedback on your synopsis from writing friends you trust. It’s worth going over this a few times to get it right. In terms of length, aim for 3-4 pages for a middle grade novel and 5-10 pages for a young adult or adult novel. These are just general guidelines. My latest YA novel required a fifteen page synopsis and I am very glad I did it because it conveys the tone, arc, and plot of the novel and the main plot threads quite well, which allowed me to draft the first 23,000 words of the story in five days.
4. Summarize each scene.
(Note: a chapter can have more than one scene.)
Okay, we’re getting really close to writing! Now that you have a mini version of your story, consider how you will break it up into scenes. This doesn't need to be perfect, but spend some time figuring how to stretch your synopsis into a full novel. Give each scene a short summary. Aim for a few sentences, no more than a paragraph, just so you know what needs to happen in that scene (or scenes). Do not skip this step. I repeat, do not skip this step. This step allows you to sit down and execute the scene without figuring out what to write. The “figuring out” part is where a lot of writers slow down. Do that in the summaries so when it’s time to draft you are ready to execute, not sort out details.
5. Write with a goal in mind.
Plan your writing days. I’m not talking anything extensive here. Just grab your phone calendar or a post-it note and write down which days you want to do which scenes. Then on writing day re-read that summary and execute it. If you’ve done all the pre-work the words will fly from your fingers. Don’t worry about grammar, typos, reading back what you did. Insert fillers such as, “TITLE” or “NAME” for details you haven’t worked out yet. Just get the scene that you’ve summarized out. The goal is to finish the draft. After that is when you make sure it all works together through revisions and fill in the details. Right now the goal is finishing the draft. It literally just needs to exist!
If you’ve done all five steps, pat yourself on the back because congrats, you’re ready to fast draft! Don’t hesitate to tag me on socials if you try this method out and it works for you. I’d love to hear how it goes!
J.Elle is the New York Times bestselling author of Wings of Ebony. Elle has a Bachelor’s of journalism and an MA in educational administration and human development. She grew up in Texas, but has lived all over, from coast to coast which she credits as inspiration for her writing. These days the former educator can be found mentoring aspiring authors, binging reality TV, loving on her three littles, or cooking up something true to her Louisiana roots.
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I finally finished it!! It only took a million years but it is done so pls enjoy it cause I worked really hard on it :,)
⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!myungjun, gn!dom!reader, anal (could be pegging but it's gender neutral so it can be whatever you want), degradation, choking (it only happens once for a split second), spanking, dacryphilia, blindfold, bondage, edging, bulging, master kink, use of a vibrator
Looks Are Deceiving
You truly did love your boyfriend with all your heart, and on any other day you would say he was a sweet angel that could do no wrong. Today, however, was not one of those days. You thought it would be fun to take Myungjun with you to a nice restaurant that had recently opened a little ways away but when he started to give you those eyes from across the table, you knew this night would go a little differently than planned.
"But master~ You look so good tonight, how am I supposed to not think of you like that?" Your boyfriend said with a pout. He even tried to change your mind with a flash of his infamous puppy dog eyes you could never seem to say no to. While you wanted nothing more than to jump on him and give him everything he wanted, you also didn't want to be banned from the fancy restaurant you were currently sitting in. You let out a small sigh of irritation after swallowing the fork full of food you had shoved into your mouth.
"Baby, I would love to take care of you right now but it isn't the right setting! So finish up eating and we'll get home, but if I hear you ask for it or complain one more time I won't touch you at all." Time seemed to freeze for Myungjun as soon as the words had left your mouth. He couldn't stop his jaw from dropping open slightly as he stared at you. Not touch him? Not touch him at all? You had to be joking. But as he kept watching you peacefully eat your meal he realized you were being dead serious. Your boyfriend let out an agitated huff as he picked at his food, only eating it with a roll of his eyes when you would send a glare his way.
To be honest you had never really realized how often you would give into Myungjun until now. You hadn't really ever had a reason to tell him no, and how could you when he would ask with those big puppy dog eyes staring up at you? How could you have possibly known that would make him such a spoiled little brat? Never in a million years would you have thought that you would need to punish him for something since he had never seemed to break any of the rules you had set. Once you got in the car to drive home, however, you realized that he was a lot brattier than you had ever known.
Almost as soon as you had gotten in the car he was begging for your touch again, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers as he told you all the things he wanted you to do to him. After he still wasn't able to get a reaction out of you, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.
"Fine then! If you're not gonna touch me I'll just do it myself!" You weren't able to fully comprehend his words before hearing the zipper of his pants as he whipped his pretty little dick out, giving an over dramatic moan as the cold air hit his heated skin. As fate would have it the light ahead of you was red, giving you the opportunity to turn to your boyfriend and rip his hand away from himself. Before another complaint could leave his mouth you gripped his chin with your other hand, digging your nails in his cheeks and forcing him to look you in the eyes.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He gulped at the anger in your eyes. "You think just because you're cute I'll give you whatever you want? Huh? You think that this-" you growled while shaking his hand that had previously been on his cock, "is the proper way to get my attention?!"
"I- I'm sorry mas-"
"No! You wanted my attention, didn't you? Well now, you're gonna get it! But trust me sweetheart, this is not going to go how you think it will. Now fix yourself, I don't wanna see that thing until we get home, got it?"
"Y-yes master." He stuttered, squeezing his thighs together in the hopes you wouldn't notice how his dick twitched when you raised your voice.
—
Myungjun's breath hitched in his throat when he heard the front door slam closed as you entered the house. He had been eagerly awaiting this moment, his mind creating many fantasies for him to feed into his desire the rest of the car ride home. You had given him the simple command of "Bedroom, now." and he did not need to be told twice. He was obediently sitting on the mattress once you got there, fully nude with white knuckles from how hard he was gripping his thighs.
"Alright sweetheart," you said, calmly walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, "we're gonna start off a little easy for you." He tilted his head as you pat your thighs, looking over at him expectantly. It finally clicked and he let out an over dramatic whine.
"But master-" The harsh glare you sent his way was enough to shut him up, making him gulp before slowly draping himself over your thighs. You gave a small smile at the action, though it didn't reach your eyes.
"Good boy! Now I want you to count loud and clear for every spank, alright?" He hastily nodded his head, his fingers digging into the fabric of the rug beneath him and bracing for impact. You tutted at him with disappointment, making him quickly mutter a quiet 'Yes master' to give you verbal confirmation that he understood.
The few quiet seconds that passed after that were almost unbearable. All Myungjun's senses were on edge, waiting for the moment he would feel the pleasant burn on his skin from where you'd hit him. When you finally landed the first blow of many, your boyfriend's jaw dropped open with a small gasp. It took him a few seconds but he finally stuttered out "O-one!" You made sure the second blow was even harder than the first, making his body lurch forward from the impact. "Two!"
It continued like this for the next 12 spanks. You alternated between cheeks, sometimes even giving a harsh slap right where his thighs met his ass. He was panting and shaking on your legs and you were sure if you had looked there would be unshed tears glistening in his eyes. A part of you was worried you were being a little too rough with him but after landing the final hit you could feel a small spurt of pre-cum staining the dress pants you had worn.
"F-fifteen!" The number sounded pitiful as it fell from his lips, high-pitched and breathy as he started squirming around to subtly grind his cock into the side of your thigh. That dream was short lived, however, as you grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him up to sit next to you on the mattress. Your glare had him shivering as he struggled to keep eye contact with you. If you had noticed his pathetic attempt to get off, you didn't say anything. You simply pushed him back a little bit by his hair as you stood from the bed.
"Back against the headboard." Myungjun didn't dare question your authority, immediately pushing back on his feet until he could feel the cool surface of the headboard against his back. While he was doing that, you walked over to the closet, digging around for a little bit before returning with your box of toys. You let him watch you with curious eyes as you pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a black, satin ribbon. Pushing him slightly down by his shoulders so his back was somewhat rested against the pillows, you clicked the cuffs in place around his wrist and secured them to the headboard. He tugged at them for a bit to test the sturdiness before you grabbed his jaw and made him face you so you could tie the ribbon carefully around his eyes. He whined at that one, pouting his lips as his vision went black.
"Noooo! Master please, I wanna see your beautiful body as you destroy me!" He gasped as you harshly smacked his thigh.
"You can do that after you've learned how to be a good boy. Only good boys get rewarded baby, you know this." His pout only deepened as he muttered about how unfair all this was. At the sound of you rustling through what he assumed to your toys his mouth snapped shut. There were a few moments of silence until he suddenly felt a cool object being tied against the head of his red and leaking cock. Once you seemed you had it secure, you grabbed the remote and twirled it between your fingers before letting the toy buzz to life.
Your boyfriend's body jolted as he felt the vibrator against the sensitive head of his dick, a waterfall of whimpers falling from his lips as he struggled to get used to the sudden pleasure. After a few minutes of you toying with the settings, his hips jutted up off the bed as he moaned helplessly. Sensing that he was close to his release, you suddenly turned off the toy. Myungjun whined in confusion as he thrusted his hips off the bed in search of friction.
"No! Wha- master! I was so close!" He cried. You rolled your eyes as a sadistic smirk made its way to your lips.
"Awwww, you didn't really think I'd let you cum so soon, did you? I told you baby," you said as you strutted to his side, letting your hands trace patterns around his chest before lightly resting around his throat, "only good boys get rewards." You gave a light squeeze as you finished your sentence, making him gasp and his head spin. He kept whining out complaints until you had decided he had waited long enough and started up the vibrator again. A disappointed whine left him again minutes later when you did the same exact thing again. You did it a couple more times until you could see the tears slipping past the blindfold as he begged for permission to cum.
"Hmmmm, I don't know baby. Have you learned your lesson yet?" You hummed while teasingly running your nails up and down his chest.
"Oh please master! I-I've been such a good- A-AH- good b-boy for you! Please master, h-have mercy!" He whined, sobs tearing from his throat as his hips continuously bounced off the bed, desperate for a friction it wasn't going to get. You hummed, pretending to think about it before shutting off the toy again. He sobbed loudly, words indecipherable as he tried to beg for his release. You quickly untied the vibrator from his tip making him practically sob under your gaze. His cries catch in his throat as he feels the familiar head of your cock rub against his hole.
"Now baby," you growled in his ear as you felt his hot breath coming out in short pants against your neck, "do you think you deserve to be stretched out before I fuck you open?" His lips trembled as you dug your nose into his skin, letting your lips softly follow it's trail.
"N-no master…"
"And why is that, huh?" He shivered as you grinded against him, letting him feel the lube you had coated it in while he was distracted by the vibrator.
"B-because- because I decided t-to be an impatient l-little bitch and touch myself after you told me to wait until we got h-home." He whined, though you noticed how his dick twitched when he called himself a little bitch.
"Good boy! For giving your master such a good answer I'll take this off for you since I know you're just dying to watch me fuck you open, aren't you?" He vigorously nodded his head as he felt your tug lightly at the blindfold around his head.
"Yes yes yes! W-wanna watch you destroy me, w-watch you punish me for being such a bad boy master!" You bit your lip with a growl, wasting no more time before ripping off the black satin cloth and thrusting the entirety of your length into him.
Myungjun's back arched as his head snapped back into the pillows he was laying on. No noise escaped him as his jaw fell open, but after a few seconds a high pitched moan broke through the silence. His nails were digging into his palms as you started to move your hips, quickly picking up speed as the sound of slapping skin filled the room. Tears and drool were dripping down his face while his toes curled at the pleasure ripping through his body. He was trying his best to look up at you but every hit to his prostate (which you managed to find rather quickly) left his eyes rolling back in his skull so he could only watch the ceiling moving back and forth above him as every rough thrust made his body move with the impact. His task only proved harder after you lifted one of his legs over your shoulder, making you hit even deeper inside of him.
Finally, he managed to force his eyes to look at you. The sight of your gaze on him was enough to make him come undone, but he knew better than to do so without your permission. Your eyes were almost black with lust, a sadistic glint in them only proved to make the smirk you sported that much more intimidating. Your cheeks were slightly flushed from the energy you were exerting to make sure he would get to cum as soon as possible while a few loose hairs clung to your forehead from sweat. A shiver shot down his spine when he noticed your smirk growing wider as your gaze traveled lower, stopping at his lower stomach. The knot in his stomach felt like it was one second away from snapping as he looked down to notice the bulge of your cock against his lower stomach. All he could do was moan and cry as he blabbered about wanting to cum.
"Oh master! P-ple- AH- please! Please please please please please! C-cum- I-I- oh god yes- wanna- I- oh please!!" You smirked down at his fucked out form, his eyes returning to rolling back in his head as his thighs shook around you. You hummed with a small smile while kissing up his thigh that was right by your head.
"Go ahead baby, show your master how good they make you feel." The soft and caring tone of your voice strongly contrasted the filthy things you were doing to his body but it only proved to make him hornier as his entire body shuddered and he finally came. White ropes of his release covered his stomach, a little bit even ending up on his neck as you slowed the pace of your hips to ride him through it. You honestly considered making him go again but decided against it as you saw the tired expression that covered his face.
Slowly and carefully you set his leg down on the bed and pulled out of him, watching as he bit his lip with one last whimper. Releasing his wrists from the handcuffs you had put him in, you rubbed a cream over the red marks he had created from tugging at the material so they wouldn't bee too sore in the morning, making sure to rub it over his red bottom as well. You peppered kisses all over his face before muttering that you'd be right back and hurrying to the bathroom and grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to clean him up with. Once you had also gotten him a small snack and some water from your mini fridge you cleaned him off and laid down next to him, holding him close to your body and leaving light kisses over his skin.
"How're you feeling baby? I know I went a little rougher than you're used to from me." You said with a chuckle, brushing some of his hair out of his face. A lazy smile lit up his face as he snuggled closer to you.
"Good. Sooo good." He mumbled against your neck, making you giggle and press a kiss to the top of his head. You felt his breathing start to level out against your neck as he began to drift to sleep. Staring at him like a lovesick fool, you kissed him one last time before following him to dreamland.
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