#drill writing

[mixmasters-mouthpussy]

Hypnosis One Shot: Metronome

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“How about we take a moment to…cool down?”

He couldn't help but stare at the metal, blue lips of the strange automaton as he exhaled dramatically. A chill ran up the human’s spine, gripping the back of his head to hold him at attention.

“Cool…down…” he breathed out too.

It wasn't just hard to resist. It was impossible. The rhythmic, metronome ticking coming from the robot’s chest was already lulling and pleasant. But guided by the charming, silver tongue of the mechanical man, it was downright hypnotic. Commanding.

The human tilted his head up further and met the robot’s hot, red gaze. His jaw drooped open slightly as his mind started to give in.

“Good. That's right. Feels wonderful, doesn't it? To relax? To let go?” the machine strolled over and started to pet his hair.

With the ticking closer, the human started to slip faster.

“You don't have to think right now. It's easier if you don't. No thoughts. Just my metronome. My eyes. And me,” the robot playfully twirled some of the human’s hair around his finger.

He set his free hand on the human’s chin and closed his mouth, leaning his ticking chest closer to the human’s ear. “You're not a vacuum cleaner, so stop that gasping. If I want you to put your mouth to good use, then I'll tell you when and how~”

The human nodded slowly, final thoughts slipping away.

“Come with me. Your mind is just aching to be programmed. And I have the perfect rewrite for you in mind, cutie~” the robot beckoned with his finger, and the human followed, smiling blissfully as he felt eager to be brainwashed in full.

[sk3tch404]

How do you do, you like me and and I like you 🎶😼

Psycho Cuties brainrot. Plz take it with caution 🙇

[yaekiss]

zhongli asking for ur help to lay his eggs only to learn they’re unfertlized… fucking him with them inside him to fertilize them… >< 👍

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Zhongli, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, Zhongli's anatomy written to have 2 dicks, a pussy, and a womb, mentions of heat, eggs. (thanks blake), lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: I've been thinking about this since u dropped this in my inbox, @uplatterme. also tagging @mahal-kita !! <3 honestly, I didn't really mean for it to become a ramble....... and I feel like this could've been more monsterfucky idk,, I haven't reach the full potential for this one, I'll add in extra thoughts in the tags

You come home one day and you find your poor husband with his draconic features out, his tail and horns proudly on display, along with scales that shimmer faintly in the light littered across his skin, and his talons.

He's coiled up on your sofa, looking downright miserable as his tail flicks back and forth irritably. It's not hard to tell that he's in a foul mood.

"Apologies you have to see me in such a state but it seems that my heat has snuck up on me this time," he may sound sorry however, the way he's eyeing you down is anything but. As if trying to entrance you to take things further. 

“I would love for it to be over fast, however, for that to happen, copulation is required.” 

The hem of his robe slips down his shoulder, revealing his (unmarked) skin. He's tempting you, the sly dragon, lashes batting at you.

"But you will help me, right, dearest?"

A slash from his claws makes quick work of the sash tying his robes and he sheds the thin fabric, letting you drink in the sight of his heat. His 2 cocks are already hard and weeping, precum drooling from the tips. But what really catches your eye is his glistening cunt, folds so wet and dripping with slick.

Zhongli drags you down, looping his arms around your neck and pressing himself flushed against you, intoxicated by the warmth of your body. He frees your cock and traces a claw against its underside, eager to have it deep in him.

Carefully, he presses his cocks against yours, hissing at the searing heat of the contact. Avoiding the sharp tips of his talons, he wraps his hands around the both of you and frots. Precum beads at the top, dripping down and coating your cock with every roll of Zhongli’s hips. His breath comes out in pants, already losing himself to the mounting pleasure.

“Hah… This feels so good…!” His voice is gravelly, laced with lust as he speeds up his pace, frotting his length against yours harder. But just as he’s about to cum, you yank his hands away, stopping him from reaching his climax. A snarl builds up in his throat at this but it quickly melts into a moan as you slap your tip on his clit.

“Let’s not forget about our main goal, hmm? But first, I want you to beg for it.”

“Please dearest, pleasepleaseplease, I n-need you!” He’s frantically trying to take you into him, jerking up to meet you but whining when your hands move to clamp around the plush flesh of his hips to prevent him from moving.

“Do not tease, please, I need to carry your clutch!” And that’s all you need to hear before you’re sinking into him, bottoming out without any resistance because of how wet he already is.

“Hngk! S-so full!” His head is thrown back as you thrust, paired with how his cocks are trapped between the two of you, bliss floods every nerve in him. Shakily guiding your hand to his womb, he groans out, “Can you- ah! -feel my eggs? You will fill me with y-your cum, pump me full-!?”

His words are cut off with you pressing the heel of your palm on his clit, grinding on the sensitive nub, bringing your poor dragon to completion. He clamps down on your length as he climaxes, the sudden increase in tightness making you cum as well, his walls milking you for all you’re worth.

The veins climbing up his arms glow a molten gold as his two cocks twitch while they splatter his release on your skin. Something slithers and wraps around you, a glance reveals that it's his tail, as if trying to keep you in him for as long as possible. Greedy. 

For a moment, there’s a dreamy far off look in his eyes as he pats his tummy, one that soon changes to something more animalistic in nature, hungry for more. His tail wraps tighter around you, helping you reach deeper into him, parts that have him seeing stars behind his eyes.

“Perhaps we need to go for a few more rounds, dearest. I need to make sure it takes, after all ♡”

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[lost-in-fandoms]

Inspired by this post. This is most probably a part 1, but I make no promises. (I already wrote something for it here but I am considering this a different universe)

cw: slight dub-con of the heat variety (Max is in heat and not fully coherent even if he does explicitly ask for Daniel's help), implied sexual content

Keening

"It's okay, Max, it's okay." Daniel shushes Max softly, pressing a kiss to his red and sweaty cheek, feeling the heat come off it. Max's heart is beating so hard Daniel can feel it under his palm, resting on Max's back.

He feels his own blood rushing into his ears as he tries to comfort him, tries to keep him from going too into deep before they reach the hotel. He can see the wary glances the driver is sending their way, but he tries his best to ignore them.

"It hurts," Max whispers, whining against Daniel's neck, desperately trying to grind against him. Daniel can feel him where he's so wet it's soaking through his jeans, can smell his sweet heat scent. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. It wasn't supposed to happen at all.

"I know, baby," he says, keeping his voice just as low, pet name slipping out as he scents him, hoping to give him some sort of relief. "I am so sorry, we're almost there."

He should have know, should have at least asked, when Max had been off all weekend. Or someone should have. Daniel has no idea when Max's heats are normally scheduled for, doesn't know who he usually spends them with, and now Max is way too out of it to be a reliable source of information.

What a mess.

He tries to take a hand off Max to call Christian again, but he has barely started to move before Max is whining again, shaking in his lap, tears and spit mixing on Daniel's collar.

By the time he manages to pay the poor driver, get them both into the miraculously empty elevator and into his room, Daniel is panting and Max is full on crying, eyes glazed over and hands shaking. Daniel has never seen him like this. He is terrifyingly aware of how not equipped he is to deal with this.

Sure, Max is an omega, Daniel knows how to help an omega in heat, but they never...Max has never agreed to any of this.

Christian's phone goes to voicemail again.

"Alpha..." Max's hands are tangled in Daniel's shirt as he pushes forward, grinding against Daniel's thigh.

"Max, you're not..." Daniel tries to take a deep breath, tries to hold him still without hurting him, even as every single one of his instincts scream at him to help Max. "I am not taking advantage of you."

"You are not! I want, please!" Max's voice is high and desperate and he's shaking so hard Daniel is the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground. Daniel's heart hurts.

"I can't."

He tries to scent him again, tries to hold him close to his body while ignoring the way his dick tries to say it surely can do something about it, but Max has other ideas, one of his hands sneaking between them and grabbing at him.

Daniel gasps, unable to stop his hips from canting forward, grinding against Max, feeling him go even more boneless, before regaining control.

"No, Max," he tries to be as firm as possible, grabbing Max's wrist and moving his hand away, but Max wriggles away, forcing Daniel to shift to be able to keep them both upright.

And then Max is keening, pained and upset, the sound petering into a broken sob.

"Why won't you help me?"

His tears are falling on Daniel's skin, his smell, sweet with heat, sour with despair, is filling his nose. Daniel's hands clutch at Max's waist, pushing him towards the bed, as the last sliver of his control vanishes into nothing.

[hedwig221b]

Thinking about my wip

[cappymightwrite]

Can anyone reccommend any good Jonsa vids that don't really feature/reference the R*msay s5 storyline, please? Or at least keep it to a minimum? But crucially, I just find the wedding and aftermath etc. very upsetting, and it's why I'll never write show canon!

I'm just trying to reimmerse myself in the Jonsa mindset atm because... I've suddenly had a burst of writing inspiration! I was really struggling with the starting point scene of chapter 3 of My Maid of Stone, the scene that, in my writing process, everything else unfolds from... but... I think I've finally found it. So thank you for the lovely response to my last post — I think it contributed!

Anyway, though I'd like to branch out, my go-to Jonsa vids are:

So if anyone has any good recs, I'd love to hear them!

Cappy x

[number1abbasupporter]

Remus: oh right i forgot to tell you. Sirius and James are in jail.

Lily:

Lily: i’m sorry??!!

Remus: yeah

Lily: and when were you planning on bailing them out?

Remus:

Remus: tomorrow

[hersurvival]

You won't love me, I fear.

One day it will all click, make sense.

And you'll wonder why you ever thought you did.

I am a mess, my dear.

A storm.

I'll wash you out, cause you to drown,

Leave you bloated and floating on the surface.

Your lungs full up of my torment, my insecurities,

Constant shifting tides of emotion.

The ocean looks so pretty,

The way the sea foam bubbles on the shore,

But don't disregard the under current,

The dangerous lure and pull -

It will drag you out too far.

My dear,

Perhaps you should head for higher ground.

[togrowoldinv]

Thinking about Natasha Romanoff using a power drill to build literally anything… bonus points if it’s hot outside and she’s wearing minimal clothing

[mixmasters-mouthpussy]

Hypnosis One Shot: Trained Songbird

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The boss sat in a plush booth at the back of the club, lounging back some as he was pleased with his latest handiwork. On stage, the singer preformed, dancing and swaying as they sang just as he desired. They basked in the attention of the audience, captivating them with their beautiful voice and sensual moves. But there was only one they desired to please. Their gaze would occasionally lock on their boss’ booth in the back, silently pleading for his approval.

A smile stretched across his lips and he would nod at them to carry on, tugging at a few strings no one else could see or feel tethered directly to their heart. Approval and pleasure would pulse through them when he did, and they’d smile blissfully and return their full concentration their performance once again.

He’d twirl his drink and they’d spin on stage. He’d blow them a kiss and in turn they’d blow one to the audience. They were beautiful. They were enchanting. And they were his.

After the show, the boss met them backstage and hugged them, offering them flowers and petting their hair some. They swooned and leaned into his embrace, dazed smile decorating their face.

“You did wonderful tonight, songbird,” the boss cooed his praises to them, feeling them melt more at his sweet words. “You took to your orders just perfectly, darlin’.”

They giggled as he tapped their nose lightly. “How could I not, boss? You wrote a wonderful code for me to follow…” they rubbed his arm lovingly.

“Y’know I think so too~” he leaned in and kissed their lips, rings of color pulsing briefly in their eyes as he did so. “Oh, my sweet songbird. Won’t you join boss in his room tonight? I’ve got some lovely ideas for rewards for your flawless show tonight~”

They nodded excitedly. “Yes, boss! Anything for you. I want any reward you’ll give…”

“Perfect~” he beckoned with his finger and began to lead the way.

[molter-writes]

would everyone be ok waiting for bodhrán (sorry) if we go full steam ahead on love is complicated

[gontagokuhara]

Gundham’s throne room is smaller than Shuuichi would have assumed it to be, should he have spared a stray thought to the notion before actually being confronted with it. Somehow reserved, in comparison to the sprawling, ornate cathedral interiors that they bore witness to in Celestia’s Palace.

Much like what Shuuichi had gleaned from their time roaming the corridors, the throne room is funereal and cramped — windows that did once line the perimeter of the room have long been shuttered, or just boarded shut altogether. And alongside those same glowing torches affixed to the walls that have been searing his eyesight a brilliant sapphire blue, the room is artificially illuminated to a greater degree than the hallways had been by another, much more peculiar source:

That would be the hexagram sigil carved into and alight within the floor, the circumference of the complex, etched-in circle bleeding light the same color as the torches across most of the available floor space separating the entrance of the throne room from what awaits at the very heart of it.

(or: of gods, monsters, and pointy objects chapter twenty-six, in which the thing everyone has been waiting for happens.)

[entirelysein-e]

I wanna write about making out and desperately grinding your hips against them :((

[wrencatte]

The door rattles when Cal tries it with the Force but it ultimately stays locked. Gabs waits for him to ask BD to slice it or for him to do some Jedi trick that tells him the code only for the waiting to fall into confusion when he shrugs, turns to her, and says, "It's locked."

"....and?" Gabs gestures to it. "Open it."

Cal shakes his head. "I can't. It's locked." He puts emphasis on locked, that that's supposed to mean something to her.

"Okay, just use your lightsaber or something," she says, thinking its code is too complicated or there's no open ports or maybe the Force just doesn't work the way she thinks it does (it doesn't, but not in this case.)

[magnoliasforyourmedic]

Reincarnation AU where some of the boys of Easy Company are hanging out when suddenly there’s an accident. Maybe a car accident as they’re walking somewhere or someone has a heart attack in a restaurant, it doesn’t really matter. And so the ambulance arrives on the scene and surprise, one of the paramedics is our boy Gene.

Maybe they just get a weird feeling about him or maybe they straight up recognize him. Maybe ones of them had a panic attack seeing his hands covered in blood again. He’s out of their sight before they can even blink, so now it’s up to the boys of Easy Company to try and track down their medic because Gene sure as hell didn’t notice them.

[bibannana]

Kix *slamming open the door to the barricks after a 20 minute power nap in the medbay*: IT'S GET UP O'CLOCK!!!! RISE AND SHINE VODE!!

Dogma *startles and falls from his bunk*: Agh!

Jesse *bolts up, half asleep, arms raised*: Fight me!!

Echo *who was in a cuddle pile with Fives and Hardcase, violently shoves Fives off the bunk in a rush to get up*: Ready to go!

Fives *on the floor, being stood on by Echo*: Oft *wheezed breath*

Hardcase *dead to the world*

Tup *sits up, hair everywhere*: What's going on?

Rex *standing next to Kix, pinching the bridge of his nose*: So we have drills to do.