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account is now only accessible on the dashboard tab and u cannot save your place scrolling on your own blog while scrolling the dashboard, a change that has made this app nigh unusable for me. i’m posting here because this blog has thousands of followers, please –get publicly furious about this! send emails complaining to staff! write bad app store reviews! this change is literally so evil and signals worse things to come, i really cherish the space and community this site provides and i’d hate to see it become half buggy and unnavigable tiktok/instagram knockoff #52 and half ugly merch store. thank u for reading.
For the second time, Chaya and I decided to come up with a prompt list and put together a challenge in order to celebrate Valentine's day together with all of you! ❤ You can check out last year's challenge here.
💌 This is a content creation challenge that uses a list of 14 prompts. This is not limited to writers, so you may join with any form of art!
💌 Targeted towards but not limited to otome fandoms. (IkeSeries (Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Villain, Ikemen Genjiden); Tears of Themis; MLQC; MysMe; Voltage games; Obey me!, etc.)
💌 The challenge takes place from February 1st to February 14th. Remember not to stress over the posting dates and do only as many as you wish, in whatever order you want!
💌 @chaosangel767 Will create a masterlist featuring all works as well as their creators. The deadline is February 28th. After that, you can still post your works, but they won't be added to the masterlist.
💌 You can expect the masterlist to be up around March 3rd.
💌 When creating your works, you can use the tags #be my valentine ccc and #be my valentine content creation challenge for others to find it. Additionally, you may tag us in your posts so we can find them easily when making the masterlist! Posting to other sites is fine as well, as long as you mention the challenge and its creators.
💌 Any additional rules are up to the content creators. The genre and rating of your works is up to you as long as you mark your nsfw content accordingly. You’re totally free to take requests using this list.
You can always come and ask additional questions if you have any! Our DMs are open!
Happy Creating!
[ Under the cut you will find the 14 prompts in a blank format. ]
"I've been hit with Cupid's arrow."
[ credits for the prompt: @voltage-vixen ]
2. "Why, look at that! Our hands fit just perfectly, don't you think?"
3. Feeding them a chocolate-coated strawberry with the mouth
4. Scavenger hunt ending in a date
5. "You know, whenever I look at you, I immediately feel like everything is going to be okay."
6. "I knew I could find you at our secret spot."
7. Getting them a bouquet of their favorite flowers
8. Corny pick-up lines
9. "Are those hearts in your eyes that I am seeing?"
10. Slurring out a love confession in the heat of the moment
11. "You taught me the meaning of love."
12. Saving the situation after a burnt romantic dinner
13. "No matter what anyone says, you're perfect for me."
14. "I didn't think it was possible to love someone this much."
Prompt: Against the wall | Desk/table sex & "I just like keeping you close. You're so warm."
Warning: Smut! Minors DNI!!!🔞 Creampie | Mentions of multiple orgasms | Mentions of vaginal fingering | Doggy style | Sex against a desk | Overstimulation
Intended Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 924
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Author’s Note: Don’t know how I managed with this one but I really enjoyed writing it. This is my day 7 entry for @xxsycamore‘s Visions of Temptation kinktober event.
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There was a bunny in the wood beneath your left hand. You could see it, could trace the outline of its ears and dainty nose where the dark wood whorled and notched, cut and carved and polished to a shine to form the piece of furniture that was your lover’s desk. Your nails latched into that bunny now as you cried his name, his seed dripping down the insides of your thighs.
“Vlad!” Gasping, your back arched with each rapturous wave of pleasure that pulsed through your bent form. Overstimulation teased just enough to amplify the heat that curled through your body, easing his passage in and out of your tight depths.
You were clothed when he started, both of you were. Usually Vlad took his time when you came to his office in the evenings, coaxing you into his lap and holding you close for a time before spreading you out on his desk, a delicacy for his sole enjoyment. Tonight, however, you’d barely walked through the door before he had you pushed against it, hoisting your legs around his waist. When you’d asked what had gotten into him, he had simply replied, “I just like keeping you close,” and, shoving two fingers deep between your folds, “You’re so warm...”
The air was smoky with the scent of firewood and sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the sweet moans you made filling the dimly lit room. Sunset had long passed, leaving the fire burning in the hearth to illuminate your lovemaking and cast a flickering, misshapen shadow on the wall where your lover curled over you.
A deep groan of “fuck” fanned over your bare shoulder, his lips tickling the skin. You were sure that your back and neck were covered in his marks, the imprint of his grip on your hips sure to remain long after you were finished.
It wasn’t the marks you would have to worry about concealing though.
The marks could be covered (if you wanted them to be), but his scent would cling to you, signaling to anyone who came too close that you were absolutely taken. It was a wolf’s wicked claim, the claim of a greater vampire, and you didn’t mind it one bit.
You couldn’t remember how many times you’d cum, only that you were obscenely wet. The proof of your orgasms, both yours and his, seeped viscously around the cock that still plunged into your pussy, relentless and ravenous. You didn’t even know where you ended and he began; that’s how deeply he had molded himself against you. And you relished it.
This was different from Vlad’s usual preference for slow love-making, but you enjoyed it all the same. You could feel each breath he took like this. His usually cool skin had heated with lust, with your touch, and you shuddered with every inch of his cock that disappeared inside your sucking core. All you could think of, all you could feel, was him.
“Too much,” you whined, nails digging harder into the desk. Your hips knocked against the edge with each deep thrust, peaked nipples brushing the cool surface beneath you. The heat in your limbs had turned molten and you weren’t sure if your legs still supported you or if it was entirely up to your lover and his hold on you. “Vlad, it’s too much.”
He slowed, but just barely, his nose nuzzling your nape as he asked, “You want me to stop?”
“No!” Your ass pushed back into him, making him grunt as you forced him deeper. You hadn’t realized how close you were to another orgasm, but the blunt head of his cock brought into contact with your cervix made you scream as the passion between you crackled. The hands on your hips tightened, fangs worrying your skin, and a moment passed as his hips stuttered and you felt the hot bloom of his balls being emptied into you once again.
The weight of the greater vampire against your back pinned you to the desk as the two of you collapsed in a panting heap. Your heart raced, fluttering like a bird in the cage of your ribs, and you knew Vlad could hear it. His fingers drew slow ovals from your hips and around your sides, lingering on the prints he’d left behind. You knew you didn’t imagine the way he curved tighter around you, fitting the two pieces of your bodies that much closer together.
“More.” The word thundered through you, every nerve ending still alight as Vlad slipped out of you, a gush of liquid chasing his exit.
Gentle hands pulled you away from the desk and into his embrace, bringing you to the floor with him. The plush carpet felt good against your exhausted form after the cold hardness of the desk, the fire that much closer.
“Vlad, wait.” He loomed over you, all ivory planes and blood-red eyes, peering down at you with singular purpose. “I-I can’t,” you mewled, even as you did nothing to stop him from parting your legs and running a pleased finger through the mess he’d made between them.
“You can,” he husked, those hypnotizing eyes prowling closer as his body draped over yours, fitting himself between your legs. “And you will.”
You would.
Your eyes, bleary with lust-induced tears and overstimulation, fluttered shut as his girth split you open once more, finding the imprint of that innocent bunny in the wood on the backs of your eyelids as Vlad carved his devotion into your body.
when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit
