#fanfic challenge

[itsfirecat]

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Based on some rumblings I heard, I ended up quickly throwing together a fun little WIP bingo sheet! I'll admit I largely wrote the prompts for writing, but I think a good number of them should also apply to art!

Ultimately, the goal is to have fun, and finish whatever WIPs you can (without burning yourself out or having a bad time). If you needed a sign to pick up that project you've been putting off, the time is now!

3x4 Bingo square titled "Finish your fucking fics february"

the top three across left to right read "Update your oldest WIP", "Finish a WIP that's been buried deep in your drafts", and "Finish a WIP that you haven't posted yet"

the second row reads "Finish a recent WIP", "Finish a WIP you're scared of" and "Finish a WIP that's been haunting you"

the third row reads "Update a partially posted WIP", "Finish any WIP/Free Space", and "Finish the next WIP in a series you've been avoiding"

the last row reads "Update your newest WIP", "Finish a WIP that's been ignored for at least 6 months", and "Finish the next chapter for a fic you've been meaning to for months"

[fanovember]

Fanovember 2024 prompt list

(Written list below the line)

We decided to go through literary genres this time, although you can fit the prompt however you please (by using the literal word in your piece, a small reference, or writing in the style of that prompt!)

→We'll be posting some ideas every day to spark creativity if any prompt in particular doesn't work well for you. Although you don't have to complete the challenge 100% (I won't, more on that later)

→There's no limit on extension at all, whatever you need will be fine. (At least 200 words was the initial idea, but I, for instance, sometimes need less)

→You can write in any language you want, we'll repost anyway. It's also valid if you mix languages! (I'll use Spanish since the media I've chosen is originally in that language)

→Arists are welcome too, of course!

→Some people suggested creating an Ao3 Collection for this challenge and we have listened carefully (also had some help from @prettysophist, tysm again!) So here it is! Fanovember 2024 Ao3 Collection is now available for all of you. Remember to tag and categorize your works correctly so people can find what they'r looking for/avoid anything they don't want to read. Be nice!

→Remember to mention this blog @fanovember and use any (or all) of these tags both here and on Ao3:

#fanovember

#fanovember 2024

#fanovember 24

→Needless to say, this event does NOT allow AI generated content of any kind. We want to see the most human of arts and writings

Personally, I don't think I'm completing the full list, as I'm absolutely surpassed by daily responsibilities. But since Softober went well, I'll choose 12 or 13 of the prompts that appeal to me the most and write those throughout the month. You can do whatever works best for you too, we don't want you to feel pressured by any means.

Choose your fandom (or fandoms) and start creating! Let's have some fun!!

Fanovember 2024

01. Romance

02. Short story

03. Terror

04. Adventure

05. Art

06. Retelling

07. Historical

08. Journal

09. Theatre

10. Witchcraft

11. Religion

12. Fantasy

13. Astrology

14. Mithology

15. Poetics

16. Reality show

17. Press

18. Urban fantasy

19. Film/Movie

20. Family

21. Music

22. Epistolary

23. Sci-fi

24. Autobiography

25. Cuisine

26. Dance

27. Board games

28. Classic

29. Triller

30. Flash-fiction

[vixstarria]

'Erotic misadventures'

Hello, I wrote this for an April Fools challenge, and now it is your problem.

Challenge terms: The challenge is simple - write something spicy that uses the worst possible terms for body parts, sex acts, and so on!

AO3 link

So I've always had this headcanon that Tav and Astarion perform readings of really bad erotica for the group at camp. This is a depiction of one such evening.

All origin characters.

18+, humor, banter. Is this actually smut? I don't know. I hope not.

Content warnings: ...Yes.

Approx. 1,800 words

It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best piece of fiction they’d ever come across.

Meticulously handwritten in a tidy script, the text filled a sizeable journal. “Her Highness’s Erotic Misadventures” read the title. “Thank you for beta reading, Harpy Quinn”, it said at the bottom of the title page, whatever that meant. 

Despite both of them having a professional interest in lewd literature, neither Astarion nor Tav had ever come across this piece before - they doubted it had ever been published. They doubted it could ever be published, for that matter. However, it must have gone through many hands privately - on flipping through the journal it was discovered that the end contained a multitude of little gushing reviews in other people’s writing.

The author must have been one strange individual, with even weirder friends. How embarrassing.

The gang had called it a day and were gathered around the campfire. Astarion and Tav had been taking turns reading from the manuscript, to their companions’ amusement (and, in Gale’s case, vexation).

Despite being seasoned experts in the genre, Wyll and Shadowheart were visibly perturbed (albeit also intrigued) by the piece. Karlach hung on to every word, and even Lae’zel had stopped tending to her weapons to listen to the strange tale spun by the anonymous author. Volo, whose unwarranted presence continued to be tolerated, although no one could quite pinpoint why, was silent, furiously scribbling notes in his own journal. And as for Gale, well…

“This is deplorable,” said Gale, weary disappointment and disdain in his voice. “The only reason I am still here is because none of you can be trusted with the pot.”

 Astarion ignored him and continued to pace around the fire, reading aloud from the journal.

As the title suggested, the story depicted a series of obscene misfortunes which had befallen a hapless princess and her loyal knight. After several chapters of delving into the princess’s tragic and salacious backstory in (frankly bewildering) detail, the narrative had at last moved forward to a scene in which the princess’s knight came to her rescue after she had been kidnapped and taken away to a cave by a dragon. The knight faced the said dragon (who had then taken a dragonborn form for some reason) and its two harpy henchwomen.

“‘Its weak spot is its bussy’, the princess cried out from the cave,” read Astarion. “What in the hells is a ‘bussy’..?” he asked, lifting his head to seek counsel from his companions. 

Everyone around the fire just shook their heads, equally perplexed. 

“Hmm… Well, it seems our hero doesn’t know that word either...” Astarion continued reading.

“‘Puzzled, the paladin took a shot in the dark, cramming her manhood-’ Wait, what? I could have sworn...” Astarion shuffled through the pages. “…Oh she’s got both sets. How convenient… Anyway. …‘Cramming her manhood into the dragonborn’s meatgrinder’.” Astarion frowned again, sitting down next to Karlach.  

“Is the ‘meatgrinder’ the dragonborn’s mouth, or..?” asked Shadowheart.  

“I… think so? There’s not many contextual clues here, it just says that the ‘meatgrinder swirled around her pork sword, stunning her and nearly making her forsake her oath of propriety’.” 

“Well keep going, we’ll figure it out,” Karlach said, impatiently.

“The two harpies swarmed the stunned paladin. A hand deftly shed the paladin’s breastplate, exposing her pearls, whilst another grabbed her by the neck, clawed fingers shredding the remnants of her clothing, as two hands groped and teased her milkbags. She felt a hand creep up the back of her thigh while another hand pulled on her hair, as another crept to her moistening oyster-” Astarion stopped, with an exasperated sigh. “How many hands do these bloody things have?! I’m losing focus.” 

“And the mention of pearls…” Wyll said, thoughtfully. “It’s peculiar, you would think a pearl would be inside the… never mind”.  

 “Shadowheart, could you and Tav assist us with a visual, perchance,” asked Astarion. “I can’t be the only one who can’t keep track.”

“Perhaps I could also be of assis-” started Wyll.  

“Perhaps you could sit right back down,” Astarion warned with a glower. “I'll step in if needed. Where was I..? Ah yes, the err… the milkbags. So there’s definitely two hands there.”  

Both Tav and Shadowheart giggled as Shadowheart stood to join Tav by the fire and reached around Tav to lightly place her hands over the other woman’s breasts.

“Nice,” said Karlach. 

“The harpy pinched her pearls, and pulled her into a deep, ravishing kiss,” Astarion read, looking up expectantly at Tav and Shadowheart.

“Uh… That is not in the book, soldier,” said Karlach, reading over Astarion’s shoulder.  

“Spoilsport,” muttered Astarion. “I was just trying to set the mood before moving forward - the author’s pace is almost too relentless even for me. But fine.” 

Astarion cleared his throat and continued. 

“Then one of the harpies used her hands to pry open the paladin’s clam.” He looked up again. “Well come on, Shadowheart, pry open Tav’s clam.” 

Shadowheart simply laughed and returned to her spot across the fire. 

“If you’re not sure how - we could show you later tonight, if you like,” Astarion called out after her. 

“I’m sure I could give you some pointers on dealing with clams, Astarion,” retorted Shadowheart. 

“Is that so..?” he purred. “Interesting… What about you, Karlach, are you adept with clams?��� 

“You know I haven’t had any clams in a decade, fangs!” Karlach groaned. “But before that… They used to just fling themselves at me, already opened, yeah.” 

“Fascinating. Lae’zel?” 

“There are a number of women who have survived bedding me,” the githyanki responded, deadpan. 

“I am… in equal parts concerned and aroused at the thought,” Astarion mulled over her words. 

“I wish anyone could survive bedding me,” grumbled Karlach. 

“There there, darling…” Astarion reached out to carefully pat her on a horn. “Now we all know Gale doesn’t know the first thing about clams…” 

“I’ll have you know, in my ethereal relations with my goddess, our connection was so profound that not only have I experienced her ‘clam’, I have interconnected with it on such a sublime and intimate level, been woven so deeply into it to myself have become part of the clam.” 

Gale’s outburst failed to have the effect he had desired, as the group struggled to contain themselves, wheezing and huffing for air. 

“Thank you, Gale, I don’t believe I’ll be able to get that image out of my mind anytime soon,” Astarion continued, trying to maintain his composure. “Wyll..? How fare you with prying clams open?” 

“Well…” The warlock began, with a smile. “I find, that the best way to go about it is to allow the clam to open of its own accord, from heat. From it getting sufficiently… steamy, if I may. I would never simply invade one with my blade.” 

Astarion was about to say something but just chortled instead. 

“Wyll, you rapscallion, every time I think I have you figured out-” 

“What happens next with the harpies?” Came an impatient call from Lae’zel. 

“Yes, give me that, you’re taking too long,” said Tav, snatching the journal back from Astarion. She continued to pace around the fire as she recited: 

“The dragonborn stood before the browbeaten paladin, reveling in her anguish. Even had the harpies not had a firm grasp on the paladin and her unmentionables, she would not have known how to approach the dragonborn – the loathsome creature was covered in impenetrable scales. Its mouth sported rows upon rows of sharp teeth – the only reason it allowed the paladin’s mutton machete out unscathed must have been because it had worse yet torments in mind for it.

The creature turned its back on the paladin, to roar tauntingly at the princess somewhere in the cave. 

‘Behold, as I turn your valiant saviour into naught but a pathetic cumdumpster!’

As it turned its back, the paladin glimpsed a narrow, pink orifice beneath its tail.” 

Karlach and Wyll gasped in unison.  

“The bussy!” Lae’zel hissed in a hushed whisper. 

“The paladin drew on the last of her divine power to throw the harpies off, smiting them unconscious, and plunged her hand into the dragonborn’s puckered hole.” 

“I am going to be sick,” moaned Gale. 

“The dragonborn cackled and flexed their beef ring, tightening its grasp on the paladin’s hand. The paladin reeled in horror, as the dragonborn’s poop chute seemed to suck the paladin’s hand further in, like fleshy quicksand, whilst threatening to snap her wrist.”

A tear of anguish slid down Gale’s cheek.

“It cannot be! Was the bussy a trap?!” came an outcry from Lae’zel.

“No! It could not end this way. Her entire life and all her training had been preparing her for this,” Tav read. “What in the hells, really?” she muttered, before continuing. “In that moment, she knew that the only way out - was through. The paladin took a deep breath and PLUNGED her arm deeper into the dragonborn’s vile cavity,” Tav exclaimed, throwing her own fist in the the air, to the sound of Astarion’s uncontrollable giggling and everyone else’s gasps.

“The dragonborn yelped and tried to expel the paladin’s arm from their pulsating dirtbox, to no avail. The paladin was now elbow deep in the mud dungeon. The two continued to wrestle, the paladin’s arm pumping deeper and deeper into the dragonborn’s dank portal.”

“I fear I may need to tap out soon,” warned Wyll.

“Weakling!” Lae’zel and Shadowheart said in unison, before glaring at one another.

No one, including Karlach herself, could tell whether she was laughing or crying.

“At last, the dragonborn seemed to accept its fate, quivering and taking the paladin’s arm nearly shoulder-deep. The creature grunted and groaned, before stilling, only to unleash an earth-shaking roar, finally forcefully expunging the paladin’s arm in a spray of gooey, milky spunk, as it collapsed on the ground, convulsing, clearly too incapacitated to be of any further threat.”

“Supper is ready,” wept Gale. 

“Shall I take over while you eat?” Astarion asked, to Gale’s immediate renewed protestation.

“That’s alright, I think we should take some mercy on Gale and pause here for the day,” said Tav. “Although let me peek ahead, perhaps it’s tame enough.” She took the journal and flipped forward a few pages. “Oh my…” came a surprised murmur from Tav. “You’ll never guess what happens to the princess and her knight… This may be a problem if we want to continue to visualise this masterpiece properly.” 

“Oh? Dare I ask..?” Astarion was giddy with anticipation. 

“Well… There are now… Five… Six… No, seven! Seven dwarves, who have appeared in the cave.” 

“Goodness gracious,” lamented Astarion. “We will never keep track of all the body parts… Perhaps if Withers steps in to help..? Would you prefer to be the princess or the knight, darling? You can choose, I’ll take the other role.” 

“I am going to use that journal for kindling tomorrow,” said Gale. 

“NO!” came a collective shout from the rest of the group. 

~~~~~

Sorry about the psychic damage, come check out my other work if you dare.

~~~~~

Tagging the usual plus some people who I think might also be doing / were interested in this:

@littleenglishfangirl @something-pithy @darlingxdragon @tallymonster @tragedybunny @spunky-89 @acourtofpenandpaper @yoonshope @lariatbunny @whiskeyskin @spacebarbarianweird @brabblesblog @littlejuicebox @icybluepenguin @snowfolly @pursuitseternal @comatosebunny09 @kittenintheden @bardic-inspo @tavyliasin

[the-californicationist]

Cali’s Nameless Challenge

It’s my first challenge, y’all! In honor of finally hitting the 500k word mark on AO3, I bring you a game I’ve been imagining for a while. Hope you like it.

Here are the rules:

— Write a 500(ish) word fic about any COD character!

— You can never name the character in the fic!

— Everyone can guess who it is in the comments!

— Tag it with #cali’s nameless challenge and also please @ me so I can reblog it and add it to the...

Masterlist!

This is meant to be just a fun little writing game, so even if you’ve never written a fic before, feel free to join in! Can’t wait to read these stories about your mystery blorbos!! 🩷👀

Challenge closes July 16th (but like you can still submit after that if you want to! there's no rules here in this wild wild west we've got going on at tumblr dot com...) So, be on the lookout for your favorite stories' big reveals!

[ghostboneswrites2]

D.D. || Seductive Summer

Fic Challenge (18+)

How to participate:

Choose your prompt below!

Tag me in your post and use the tag #ddssf so that I can easily find your work!

Challenge open until August 31!

Rules:

500-5k word limit

You may only choose one prompt

You may only enter one story from one account/blog

Story must be able to stand alone. You can use it as part of an ongoing series, but it needs to stand on its own just fine.

Clearly tag NSFW works and use warnings

To keep things simple, stories must be reader inserts (Daryl x Reader)

Not a rule, but feel free to keep reader descriptions vague for the sake of inclusivity!

Story does NOT have to include smut!

Results:

Stories posted/submitted by August 31 will be compiled into a challenge masterlist (which I’ll also link on my main masterlist)

Within the second week of September, polls will be posted for readers to vote for their favorite story from each prompt

Winners from each prompt will have a story of their choice linked on my masterlist & to all of my one shots & reader requests until October 1st!

Prompts:

In spirit of this particularly hot summer, these prompts are all inspired by refreshing fruits 🍉

These prompts are intentionally somewhat vague to leave room for interpretation and unique execution.

This means these can be AUs, pre-apoc, within the canon timeline, etc.

Quick edit!!! - The collages I made for these prompts are very fem coded and that is for one reason and one reason only: because the app I use doesn’t have many (if any) masc stickers to use for things like this. Your reader does not have to be fem!reader!!

1. Lemonade 🍋

Prompt: Serving a cold treat on a hot day.

Quote: It’s mighty sweet.

2. Cherry Bomb 🍒

Prompt: He can’t focus on the task at hand with a vixen around to distract him.

Quote: Quit smackin’ your red lips and help me.

3. Peachy 🍑

Prompt: The Georgia Peach can’t resist the bad boy next door.

Quote: Well ain’t you just a peach.

dividers from @sister-lucifer

[alpaca-clouds]

Summer Spice 2024

Some might remember, that last year I had decided to do a summer smut challenge called Summer Spice. And because I had fun with it, I decided to do it again this year.

As I have been asked for my prompt list, I decided to also share it here now. You will find the list underneath the cut.

I will not properly moderate the challenge, but anyone who wants to join me writing some spice for the summer, you are more than welcome. I will start uploading my own stories starting June 15th and then upload three stories a week. My own stuff is gonna be all Castlevania and BG3, but again... Feel free to join with whatever.

The List

Day 01: Nipple Play

Day 02: Walked in On

Day 03: Cowgirl

Day 04: Against the Wall

Day 05: Dirty Talk

Day 06: Wax Play

Day 07: Roleplay

Day 08: Mirror Sex

Day 09: On the Tabletop

Day 10: Anal Fingering

Day 11: Blow Job

Day 12: Bondage

Day 13: Threesome

Day 14: Collar

Day 15: Orgasm Denial

Day 16: Aftercare

Day 17: Begging

Day 18: Consensual Non-Consent

Day 19: Aphrodisiac

Day 20: Laughing during Sex

Day 21: Outdoor Sex

Day 22: Rough Sex

Day 23: Pussy Worship

Day 24: Edging

Day 25: Face Fucking

Day 26: Tied to the Bed

Day 27: Blindfold

Day 28: Sleepy Sex

Day 29: Tease and Denial

Day 30: Domination

Day 31: Spanking

Day 32: Breath Play

Day 33: Anal Sex

Day 34: Striptease

Day 35: Bath Sex

Day 36: Post-Coital Cuddling

Day 37: Gagged

Day 38: Finger Sucking

Day 39: Cunnilingus

Day 40: Multiple Orgasms

Day 41: Humiliation

Day 42: Drunken Sex

Day 43: Scar Kink

Day 44: Fuck or Die

Day 45: Seduction

Day 46: Bukkake

Day 47: Large Insertion

Day 48: Furry/Scaly

Day 49: Overstimulation

Day 50: Orgy

[yeschefchallenge]

The first round of the seasonal The Bear writing challenge is here! And we are starting with the Fall Challenge.

You will find all neccessary information and rules here. Please read it carefully to avoid any confusion. The asks are always open to any questions, suggestions or comments in general 😊

🍂The running time/posting period for the Fall Challenge is October 18th to November 8th.(You can post your work anytime within these dates, and it will be re-blogged directly to Yes, Chef Challenge)

And the prompts for fall Yes, Chef challenge are:🍂the dialogue prompt: "Don't lie to me!"

🍂the trope prompt: Characters who are not together are mistaken for a couple.(the characters don't have to end up together or be involved romantically at all)

🍂 the very seasonal prompt: Preparing a meal containing pumpkin or apples.

🍂 the picture prompt:

[tavyliasin]

Open FanFic Event! April Foolishness - LINK UPDATED

Welcome to a brand new open Baldur's Gate 3 challenge for writers who are over 18! The link has been updated and should now work, sorry!

The challenge is simple - write something spicy that uses the worst possible terms for body parts, sex acts, and so on!

This could be short scenarios, dialogue only pieces, short fics, long fics - whatever strikes your fancy! You are welcome to submit as many pieces as you'd like and to have fun with it.

Your works can be purely comedy based, or they could try to make something genuinely spicy and erotic but still using terrible terms at least once.

Have fun with it! If anyone would like to help me concoct a list or random generator of terrible smut words, please do get in touch by email, Twitter, Tumblr, or Discord~

ALL WORKS SUBMITTED WILL BE HIDDEN UNTIL 1st APRIL!

Please make sure everything is tagged appropriately with any CWs~ More Details Follow!

Examples of Awkward Words And Phrases for Smut

You might want to use modern euphemisms and slang, or you could find it more fun to dig back into historical terms. This article, for example, has a lot of modern slang for "penis" which would be wonderfully dreadful in any smut-writing: Thought Catalogue - Words for Penis This one, whilst I'm not fond of the gendered headings for genitalia types, has some interesting mixes of historical terms: Slate - Historical Terms for Genitalia Unfortunately, the linked source of the terms and timeline of them in this article is no longer available

If you have any lists and examples to help, please send them to me! Even better, if you'd like to help by making a randomiser that people could use to give them terms and phrases from a list we input that would be incredible~ Please get in touch!

More Details

Honestly as I type this I'm a little tired so I'll come back and add to the post at a later date if needed, and add in Q&As if anyone has anything to ask about the event!

Deadline - 1st April 2024, to release everything on April Fool's Day

Suggested tag #BG3AprilFoolishness

(If anyone else is using that, my apologies, I'll edit something else)

[unkindledangell]

Helloo. Finally a digital drawing, been a while since I did anything other than a sketch.

And for the first time since 2017, I bothered to draw something for a writing challenge. I took the time to edit the drawing as a cover.

This is a challenge in Spanish, 8 days with different types of kisses. I missed 23-25 so today I'll upload their 4 corresponding drabbles.

Another Sastiel smoch [colored] 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Best quality:

https://x.com/UnkindledAngel/status/1783972816452214965?t=9i_ass08pjQhstQUG9JYOw&s=09

[bulbagarden]

hiya trainers, lisia here again!! just wanting to tell you about our one-shot fanfiction contest that i'm running over on our forums, specifically in our writers' workshop, which i'm the head of! our theme this year is fall -- very open-ended, but we think our writers will be able to use it in many creative ways!

here's the link! https://bulbagarden.net/threads/fall-2024-one-shot-contest-announcement.303264/unread

signups close on the 24th, so please register even if you're not fully sure you'll be able to commit to submitting an entry! me and blanc are both hoping to write entries for it, and i'll be judging, so we hope to see you there~.

our prizes range from advertisement on our social media accounts, to (maybe) a forums badge, to a secret new forums feature being unveiled just for this!! you don't wanna miss it, so please, sign up if you're interested, or share with any you know who would be! o//

[pricesugarwife]

"Déjame cuidar de ti, amor"

Hello amixes! Este es mi pequeño aporte (de 600 palabras más o menos) para el reto que de mi amada Cali @the-californicationist. Hace mucho tiempo que no escribo ficción, o algo que no sea de trabajo, así que puedo estar un poco oxidada.

Aproveché que me he sentido muy estresada y solo quiero que uno de los chicos de COD me cuide. ¡Espero que les guste! Va con mucho amor.

_________________

Era un viernes por la noche cuando llegaste del trabajo, tu cabello húmedo y la ropa goteando porque ¡sorpresa! Comenzó a llover, no habías llevado un paraguas y tuviste que correr por todo el estacionamiento, usando unos lindos pero incómodos zapatos de tacón. Tu semblante era tan feroz como el clima, un ceño fruncido que provocaría un dolor de cabeza más tarde y los labios torcidos en una mueca que no aflojó al oler esa rica loción después del afeitado que tu hombre usaba, las notas de un perfume ahumado embriagaron tus sentidos y condujeron tus pasos hacia el pequeño balcón, donde podías atisbar la poderosa fisionomía del susodicho.

Cuando escuchó el golpeteo de los pies en el suelo de madera pulida se volteó, dejando caer el vaso sobre la mesa de cristal y atrayendo toda su atención. Sus ojos, tan profundos e intensos, bebían el contorno de tu figura mientras te quitabas la ropa mojada, dejándola en el suelo sin importarte que parecieras desesperada.

— ¿Algo que te esté molestando, amor? —preguntó, alisando su regazo y tendiéndote la mano para que pudieras sentarse a horcajadas sobre él.

Suspiraste, dejándote caer sobre su cuerpo robusto y cálido, presionando tu rostro en la deliciosa curva de su cuello. Llevaste las manos a su pecho descubierto por la camisa blanca desabrochada, acariciando los pectorales cubierto de vellos que escondían tiernas pecas y cicatrices tenebrosas por toda su piel tostada luego de haber combatido en numerosas guerras.

—Es esa perra en el trabajo de nuevo, no deja de molestar y mis jefes no hacen nada para detenerla —murmuraste, subiendo los delicados dedos para acariciar el contorno de su mandíbula fuerte.

—Amor, solo tienes que decir la palabra y está hecho. No tienes que seguir trabajando cuando soy más que capaz de cuidar de ti y darte todo lo que necesitas —contestó el mayor, su mano izquierda amasando la carne desnuda de sus muslos, mientras que la otra sujetaba tu cuello y te instaba a mantener el contacto visual.

Como un depredador que acecha a su presa, se inclinó y a su vez te acercó por el agarre en tu cuello, para delinear tus labios con su traviesa lengua antes de devorarte en un beso que inició un incendio forestal desde tu pecho hasta tu vientre. La boca del hombre te bebía como el líquido que yacía olvidado a su lado, mordiendo los labios, chupando sensualmente la lengua y comiéndote con abandono, consumido por la pasión reprimida entre tu estresante trabajo y la pila de informes que le esperaba después de cada despliegue.

—No quiero ser una carga para ti… —afirmaste entre besos, enterrando las uñas en su pecho y acariciando la piel lastimada por la fuerza con la que te sujetabas.

Para ese momento, sus manos callosas y experimentadas dirigían los movimientos de tu cuerpo en su regazo, permitiéndote sentir la fuerza de su virilidad que se presionaba deliciosamente contra tu clítoris vestido. La ropa interior húmeda se pegaba a ese lugar que ardía de deseo por tu hombre, que estaba muy ocupado en convencerte para que fueras una buena ama de casa para él y dejarás de sufrir tanto a manos de un trabajo donde no te valoraban.

—Dame la oportunidad y te daré el mundo eterno, amor.

Sus palabras se escucharon como un ronroneo seductor para tus oídos, acompañado de sus manos tirando de las pocas prendas que tenías para desnudarte a sus ojos y hacerte suya nuevamente, esta vez para siempre, mientras planeaba un futuro donde estuvieras llena con sus bebés regordetes y lo esperaras con los brazos abiertos al retirarse.

[fanovember]

what is your writing comfort zone and what is an absolute "i will NEVER go in there" for you?

I love fluff and comfort with a bit of emotional angst, and I could never go terror or thriller

[villainofmyownstory]

Blindsided

-> part 2 Anyone else

For @the-californicationist's “Cali’s Nameless Challenge” writing challenge!

summary: You can't get over the breakup and the fact that you were left alone. You keep coming to the place where you last saw him. To, perhaps, finally get some kind of answer. Some solace.

tags: afab reader, hurt, angst, ex lovers, recollection of death, ambiguous/open ending??

520 words

author's note: Cali, congratulations on reaching 500k on ao3! I wish you many, many more hundreds of words written, you are doing a great job! I hope you enjoy it <3

Inspired by the song Blindsided by Bilmuri, the lyrics are italicized and indented

Don't forget to leave a comment guessing who the nameless one might be!

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You're standing on a flat, dark ground. With evenly trimmed grass. You stare at a straight row of stone, light-granite memorials. You spend another autumn afternoon in the same way. Standing huddled, already on the beaten ground. In front of, it would seem, the same headstone as the hundreds here. A row of letters and numbers blending together. Actually meaning nothing. Fake names, made-up dates. Maybe it wasn't the first time.

Was it even ever real?

There were never tears in your eyes. Not even before. Long before. Because, how could you ever cry for someone who didn't exist.

Were you always a liar?

No flowers, no lit candle. No personal item. Emptiness. Simplicity. All in all, such as his life was. Or maybe he was just pretending.

''It's nothing personal. Shit was never real, babe''

Rubbing your tired eyes, you pay no attention to your surroundings. In this foreign country, in no man's land. Among the slowly falling colorful leaves. Another miserable day. Sacrificing everything for one big lie.

I'm not saying I was perfect Why do I deserve this?

Finally, in a fit of another wave of anger at this figure seemingly lying a few feet below your feet, you seize in rage, to remove the gold adorning your finger. Maybe by the cold, or maybe by months of drowning sorrows. The ring refuses to move an inch on your finger. Another blow of cold wind. Shivers appearing on your body. The same ones that probably appeared that April night, when you opened your eyes and he slept by your side as if nothing ever happened. And finally looking at his face, tired after another mission, on which, with each return, more wrinkles and scars appeared. You were beginning to understand this farce, this game he was playing with you, probably from the very beginning.

Did your heart get colder? Did I ever make you feel when your head was on my shoulder?

You should then ask him, pestering him with questions, about telling the truth. When you finally, after many weeks, noticed the absence of that symbol of the vow you both made on his finger.

Make it clear when you forgot that ring Did it weigh down on your hand?

Standing in the cemetery, once again. With so many unanswered questions. He wasn't even buried in his homeland. None of his relatives showed up, except his teammates and a few friends. And you. It was so strange. Nothing made sense about it. That feeling you gave him was buried in that grave. Maybe his body wasn't there. But your heart was there. Definitely.

You left without a word Just to make it hurt

If you hadn't been so immersed in your thoughts, in asking him unspoken questions and shouting resentments in your head. Maybe you would have noticed sooner, that tall and broad figure that stood a dozen steps away, behind one of the old leaning trees. His eyes, darkened from longing, gazed intently at your sad and miserable figure. He was watching you and keeping an eye on you. As always.

"Yours forever, remember, babe?"

[the-californicationist]

Welcome to the Masterlist!

Challenge details here.

Remember to check out these amazing fics and leave a comment with your character guesses! You can also show these authors some love with a cheeky reblog. 🩷

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Thanks so much to everyone who is participating! I'm glad you could feel inspired.

Much love!! -- Cali ✌️🩷

[ghostboneswrites2]

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A Daryl Dixon Fanfic Challenge

Welcome back, fellow Dixon fiends, to yet another mediocre challenge from yours truly. 🩸

This challenge is (obviously) in honor of spooky season, so let’s jump right in! 👻

How to participate:

Simply select a prompt from below the cut and get to writing! 🔪 Be aware, each prompt has a unique set of challenges!

🩸Deadline is October 31!

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November!

Once you’ve completed your story, just post it, tag me, and tag the post #ddhh so I can find them all easily!

Rules:

Daryl Dixon x Reader only!

500 word minimum*

5k word maximum*

Must be able to stand alone!

Can be part of an ongoing series, but again, must be able to stand alone without outside context.

Writers may only enter one story from one prompt.

Please clarify which prompt you chose somewhere on your post.

* minimum & maximum word counts are approximate!

Prizes & Results:

Each prompt category will have one winner each.

Results will be decided via polls beginning in the first week of November.

🩸Each poll will be up for voting for 7 days.

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November.

The winner from each prompt will:

🩸Be tagged in an honorary winner post!

🩸Have one story of their choosing linked to every fic I post + my masterlist until December 31, 2024.

Prompts:

Choose wisely! Each prompt has its own unique set of kill counts, quotes, advantages, and challenges.

Here is a key for reference:

Kill Count: Mandatory number of deaths.

Setting/Era: Mandatory setting/era.

Quote: A line that must be included in your dialogue.

Challenge: Something that may make a prompt harder than the others.

Advantage: Something that may make the prompt easier than the others.

Slasher

summary: A classic, gory horror trope! Someone in the group has gone insane! The horrors of the post-apocalyptic world has driven them mad! They’re killing everyone! Who are they? Why have they done this? Who will survive?

setting/era: must be set either in Alexandria or the Prison

kill count: 4 to 8 kills

quote: “How could you?”

challenge: The killer must be a canon character from your chosen era, and your kills must also be canon characters from your chosen era. Killer cannot be Daryl or Reader. Killer also cannot be a canonical villain (like the Governor, Termites, Negan, Alpha, etc.)

advantage: Kills can be done with any weapon of choice, to any character of choice.

Supernatural

summary: A (supernatural creature of your choice) is terrorizing and killing off members of the group. What is it? What does it look like? How does it kill? More importantly, how will the survivors kill it?

setting/era: The Greene Farm

kill count: 3 to 5 kills

quote: “What the fuck is it?!” / “Dead, as soon as o figure out how.”

challenge: Supernatural creature cannot be a ghost, demon, or other spirit of any kind.

advantage: Your supernatural creature can be a classic (werewolf, vampire, wendigo, etc) or it can be something completely original and unexplainable. This gives freedom to describe your monster with as much/little detail as you please.

Paranormal

summary: A paranormal force has made its presence known and brought pain and terror upon its victims. Maybe it’s a demonic possession taking over one of the survivors, maybe it’s an angry spirit taking its home back. You decide!

setting/era: —

kill count: —

quote: “Kill it!” / It’s already dead!” / “So are the walkers!”

challenge: Your paranormal entity must not be visible to the human eye, creating an extra layer of difficulty for the survivors.

advantage: Kills are optional. No mandatory setting/era.

FAQ

Do major characters have to die (like Rick, Carol, etc) or do minor characters (like Olivia, Axel, etc) count towards the kill count as well?

Anyone can die!

Can my supernatural creature be anything that isn’t a ghost or spirit?

Yes! Could even be an alien!

Can I write a story for multiple prompts and only use one for the challenge?

Sure! You can even post them! Just be sure to specify which one you’d like to enter in the challenge, even if you do so by just sending me a message.

For the Slasher prompt, who qualifies as a villain?

Good question. Lots of morally gray characters on TWD, so it can be hard to decide who’s a villain and who’s just an asshole. For our purposes, let’s say Negan, Alpha, the Termites, and the Governor are the villains that are off limits.

Credits:

dividers from: @sister-lucifer

I do not own TWD and its characters, blah blah blah.

tags: @kissmeunicornbaobei @thesadcatt0 @clairealeehelsing @duckybird101 @tmntfixationxreader @ryoujoking @blackvelveteen1339 @yondus-girl @ladylincoln @sunshinebug9 @saylum559 @yoowhatthefuck @duffmckagansbandana @celtic-crossbow @virginsexgod69 @dazzling-roaring-20s @l0kilaufeys0n7 @uhnanix @superbowlisgay @liizzygrant @eddiemunsonsupremecy @raeraegoaway @ophelialaufey @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfsalltheway @negansbestie @mfnqueen1 @raynelbabe

[benschwartzcinematicuniverse]

I’m participating in the Storytelling Collective’s 2024 fanfic challenge!!

Fandom: Space Force

Focus: F. Tony Scarapiducci

Ships: na (evolving, may change)

I’ll link to whatever I post when I catch up. I use AO3.