Okay, so, looks like Google Docs might actually start implementing their rule about not sharing explicit content. (This includes writing.) How in the ever loving fuck am I supposed to back up 1,000+ stories that equate to 3 million+ words into fucking Microsoft Word????? And efficiently, for that matter?! HELP.
I figured out how to move all my stuff onto Microsoft Word!
See those three dots next to the folder name? Click on that.
Then it'll give you the download option.
Once downloaded, it'll save the folder as a compressed zip file! All the documents inside are changed to Word files, and you can view and edit them now.
Now I know how to move 3 million+ words onto my laptop. It'll still take a bit, but not nearly as long as I'd imagined.
I would like to add that I am not trying to fear-monger. However, it is part of Google Drive’s TOS to not share explicit material, be it sexual or violent. (So, basically what I write.)
This occurrence seems to be rare. Read about it here.
Besides, it is better to have everything on your own hard drive vs Google docs. You retain more ownership over your work that way.
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Someone pointed out that I did not provide the ToS, which, my bad. Again, not trying to cause a panic or anything. Just saying that Google is not a safe place to keep your writing/art.
This is the specific part of the ToS that I was looking at:
And this is the part that says they can restrict access to your writing or remove it entirely for breaking the ToS:
So, yeah. An author lost access to their writing due to sharing it with beta and alpha readers. It seems like an isolated incident as far as I’m aware, but you can never be too careful. Back up your stuff if you can.
Shimano Futoshi was a cruel man. His only child is proof of his lack of empathy, using her as a pawn in his schemes. He uses her to reward his boys and to smooth over disagreements when necessary. She is the open secret of the Tojo Clan. He's sent her to be the assistant for his captain, Majima Goro, and she is expected to do any and everything he could want. However, unlike her father, he's taken a shine to her.
Mature themes/smut so 18+
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Shimano Futoshi was a cruel man. His only child is proof of his lack of empathy, using her as a pawn in his schemes. He uses her to reward his boys and to smooth over disagreements when necessary. She is the open secret of the Tojo Clan. He's sent her to be the assistant for his captain, Majima Goro, and she is expected to do any and everything he could want. However, unlike her father, he's taken a shine to her.
Mature themes/smut so 18+
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Shimano Futoshi was a cruel man. His only child is proof of his lack of empathy, using her as a pawn in his schemes. He uses her to reward his boys and to smooth over disagreements when necessary. She is the open secret of the Tojo Clan.
He's sent her to be the assistant for his captain, Majima Goro, and she is expected to do any and everything he could want. However, unlike her father, he's taken a shine to her.
This will have smut later on so thiS IS A SOLID 18+
what? i actually posted something for once? and its not Bucky? wild right?
anyway i'm obsessed with Majima right now so here's the first chapter of the fic i started that in my heart is an entire series of novel length stories. will my hyperfixation last that long? We'll see.
question! is just linking my AO3 easier or would just posting the whole thing here better? I don't really mind doing both so whatever works
Receive You: The Madtype - Majima Goro x Fem Reader, Part 1
Summary: The year is 2006 in Kamurocho, Tokyo, Japan and our favorite antihero angel, Majima Goro is outta the yakuza and enjoying life, running the Majima Corporation. Though he deals mainly in construction, his [Zero] days always left him nostalgic for nightlife as a member of the service industry and now a proprietor. He owns a nice little karaoke bar, Takara - something low key, offering secluded tables and party rooms, bottle service, two full bars and a Takoyaki stand right out front.
He spends most of his daytime at the Kamurocho Hills construction site and averages a few nights a week at Takara overseeing operations, schmoozing guests (often vendors, permit holders and officials in the construction business) and occasionally slinging drinks when he’s in the midst of a big pitch or, knowing Majima, an itch for theatrics. 👹
As his top performer at Takara, the money and rush of nightlife aren’t the only perks to your job… if ya know what I mean.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, public masturbation, public trysts, profanity/blasphemy, a touch of B&D and a light dash of fluff…
Summary: Alternate Goromi origin story. Majima is trying to train his assistant to be a hostess for his latest Kiryu scheme, but gets more than what he bargained for…
Contains: Goromi, sexually suggestive content, a couple curse words, a very jealous Majima
A/N: Haven’t posted anything here in a hot minute but had this idea and wanted to share. Only reason I didn’t make this an x reader is because the way I wanted it to end, it wouldn’t have worked :/ The only really defining traits of the woman in the story are that she’s a very tall American, has big b00bie, and her name is Hiromi. Also… please don’t take this too seriously >.< it was just something silly I thought of lol. This isn’t usually the type of style I like to write in, but I thought it might be fun to make something not so serious or heavy for a change! I hope you all do enjoy it!!
This is part six to my smut series. Here is my masterlist for the rest of the parts!
Warning: Its still a smut! Rough smut this time I think. M!Domination, Consent Roleplay, you're reading this right, It's consensual. Overstimulation, Oral (giving/recieving), Fingering, Bondage, biting, choking, Mentions of blood/gore, minor cutting. Irony. I'm not good at making tags.
Summary: Their was always someway for someone to find your secrets, no matter what you did to try to hide it. Vampires may be good at smelling evidence and prey, but bugs are known for finding carcasses and sweet syrups first. Luckily, maybe not everyone sees against your view and reasons.
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“Sister!”
The voice of Daniela echoed through the corridor after you walked through the doors. You saw the swarm of flies rush down the stairs by the time you pulled off your cloak hood, the bugs conjoining together to reveal your older sister’s form. You were at least glad it wasn’t your Mother who greeted you first, but the fact that it was Daniela didn’t exactly help either.
Daniela, or any of your sisters, could’ve caught note of the scent of cigars and whiskey on your tongue, not to mention another particular substance that may or may not have lingered on your skin. You tried your best to clean up before you went home, but not before Heisenberg stopped you and introduced an idea for your next visit. An idea that sounded... peculiar.
He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with the idea, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want to do. But you agreed, that was if you could visit again.
Nothin could help soothe your anxious nerves when you stepped foot into the castle.
“You’re back! Come quick, Theirs something I need to show you!” Before you could question the woman, her hand already slipped around your waist, clutching you close to her. Most of her form disintegrated, the loud buzzing whirling in your face as she practically lifted and dragged you towards a certain direction with such ease.
When you were younger it was Daniela’s favorite thing to do with you, carrying you around like a little child with a baby doll at her hip. With your sister’s fast speed, she would play with you by bringing you anywhere in the castle within moments. Your sisters would play tag or hide and seek that way, whether by yourselves or when it came to hiding from Mother, but Bela would always make sure Daniela didn’t overdo it with you or you’d feel physically sick.
Nowadays, she rarely did it. But when she did, it would always catch you off guard without warning, giving you little time to prepare yourself. She always did it for a reason now too, leaving you wondering exactly what that would be.
She took you down the direction towards the cellars, terrifying the hell out of the maids as they stepped aside for the both of you to pass. This was a habit the maids developed, especially to steer out of Daniela’s way. Daniela was already known for causing havoc on them, the poor girls trying their hardest to not offend her in any sort of way. To make up for their harsh behavior, you would try to be nicer to those who served you. They feared you a whole lot less.
She resumed outwards passed the wine cellar into a room with iron bar caged walls, reeking with a metallic odor. You rarely went down here, the screams and cries that would come from this room would prove to be too annoying to handle.
“Here we are!” Daniela finally released you, allowing you to momentarily collect yourself as the trip had you faintly dizzy. The red head smirked, a short giggle erupting from her throat as she watched you adjust your sleeves, along with brushing down your dress skirt. She started walking ahead, leaving you to follow behind.
“Why did you bring me down here?” You questioned, your tone faintly bitter and raspy due to exhaustion. After leaving Heisenberg, your highest hopes were just to go bathe, have dinner and rest. Your mind was too occupied with many many things after today, and hiding all of them was your top priority.
“Well, my sweet dear sister, it would seem we have ourselves a little thief,” Daniela proudly announced, gesturing her hand towards a maid girl cowering in a corner chained up towards the wall. You recognized her face, and honestly couldn’t really remember her name. She had been here for at least six months, getting well accustomed to the routine that happened around in the Castle.
She was shaking like a leaf, her hands bound with rusted chains giving her limited room to move. Her hair was in disarray, strands of it plastered to the sweaty skin of her forehead. Her eyes glistening with tears only grew wider to the sight of you accompanying her captor, her mouth opening as if to speak but quickly shut it due to fear.
“What did she steal?” You asked slowly, seeing the maid slowly begin to shake her head in shocking denial.
“I found her in your room peeking in your jewelry box.” Daniela stepped closer, her smirk growing wider as she proceeded to brandish her sickle from her side. “Poor thing couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and she stole something. Caught her red handed.”
“No!” She immediately cried out, watching Daniela’s smirk drop immediately into a deep frown. She lunged towards the girl, tightly grabbing onto her quivering jaw. “You dare call me a liar!?” She screamed into her face, watching her eyes shut tightly.
“See, sister?? Only a liar would look away,” Daniela stated, shoving the girl’s head back when she let her go. The maid lifted her head back up, looking up towards you with fearful eyes.
“Please, y-you have to believe me Lady (Y/n)!" She tried to you, her accented voice trembling as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "I wasn’t stealing anything, I was just cleaning your room, I swear! Lady Daniela told me to-“
“Quit your lying!!” Daniela cut her off with a loud scream, raising her sickle in the air as a threat to get her to shut her mouth. She exhaled, turning her attention over towards you. Her smile returned in an instant, handing you her sickle to take.
“Here, I saved her just for you. Besides, Mother needs more of her fresh supply. Thought my sweet sister was much better at doing the honors.”
The maid's heart dropped when you reached to grab the sickle without hesitation, not taking any second longer to think over the situation. Her heart began to beat faster, watching you walk past Daniela to step in front her. Your eyes were blank, your face void of any emotion as you looked down at her.
“No, Lady (Y/n) please! I didn’t- You have to believe me! I would never steal!"
“I'm Sorry,” You stated with a cold tone, the corners of your lips rising ever so slightly. “I don’t like people touching my stuff.”
You swiped down hard, watching the tip of the sickle pierce the supple skin on her neck. Her shriek piercing yet temporary, abruptly cut off when the blade punctured and slashed into her windpipe, severing her vocal cords. Bright ripples of blood spewed out of her opened neck, pouring down and staining her uniform as she choked, back arching as she thrashed against the wall, chains rattling with her flailing. Pulling out the blade, you swung again in the opposite direction, repeating the same action until her tender, supple neck was slashed open almost completely, the back of her tongue sticking out from the man made opening.
You couldn’t help but watch as her eyes grew unfocused, draining of all fear and pain, along with her consciousness. Men and women alike had the same reactions when you killed them, and their was always something so captivating about a body losing their soul. Like a candle with a bright strong flame, lighting up a room until you blew it out, the smoke of their existence fading away.
“Mmm, this one just smells like it’s going to be so sweet! Well done!” Daniela congratulated after sniffing the air, giving you a small set of applause. You tore your attention away from the body, watching Daniela step over to release the girl from her shackles, allowing her limp head to fall while she quickly grabbed a bucket. Grabbing the girl by her hair, she leaned her over the bucket so her head could continue spewing blood inside, catching as much as she could before she were to put the body to hang.
“What did she steal?” You couldn’t help but ask, looking down at the bloody sickle in your grasp. Daniela almost didn’t hear your question, too occupied as she ran her fingers along the girl’s exposed fat and muscles, bringing them to her lips to have a taste of her blood.
“Hmm? Oh, silly me!” Daniela removed her fingers from her mouth, standing upright as she reached into her bodice, pulling out a small silver object she kept hidden inside.
“Does this look familiar?” She waved the object in front of you like you would a treat to a dog. The sight of it made your shoulders stiffen and your blood run cold.
It was the compass.
"Daniela," You began slowly, looking from the object towards her smiling face. Fuck! You knew you should've hid it!
"Where did you find that?"
"In your room silly! Found it while the maid was making your bed," She cackled, bringing her finger over to stroke the glass surface. "I kind of lied about the maid finding it to get you out of Mother's way, but we were running out of blood for the next batch anyway. Poor girl didn't go to waste after all."
You exhaled through your nose, feeling a fair amount of anger begin to rise in your chest. While you weren't exactly mad about killing the maid, being fooled by Daniela or not, it was the fact that she had the compass, knowing exactly where you got it from. Exactly who you got it from.
You didn't know what to say, Your mind completely blank of any possible excuse. Daniela was quick to pick up on your sudden shyness and lack of words rolling off your tongue.
"I wonder what Mother would say when I tell her about this," she cooed, seeing your eyes light up in fear. "When I tell her that her young, sweet and oh so innocent daughter had a dog in her bed the other night."
"No! Don't tell her-!"
She cut you off with a bright fit of giggles, the girl throwing her head back in a way that made you even more angry.
"Oh calm yourself, sweet thing! I wasn't going to tell her," She reached over, allowing the compass to fall into your quick responsive hand. "And I won't," She resumed, returning her fingers to her lips to suck off the remnants of blood.
You didn't know whether to be relieved or angry, even with what she just said. This was Daniela, your older sister who loved to joke and tease you for as long as you could remember. Was she being honest with you, or was she doing another one of her tricks?
"Is it just you who knows?" You asked, seeing the girl tilt her head before shaking it.
"Cassandra's aware, I think. Bela has no idea so far, and as for Mother, she has no clue. I think Cassandra just despises the idea of you with that beast, but she clearly hasn't done anything to stop you."
"And you?"
"Well, I mean, It's Heisenberg. If it was any guy from the village than it would be more romantic. The old man is as stubborn as a bull with no balls. Now that I think of it, are you fooling around with him cause he saved you before? Or has it gone farther than that?"
"Something like that," You replied while looking down at the compass, wiping away a streak of blood from the glass. It did start off as a fling, but now... what is it, exactly?
"What gave it away?' You voiced your concern, hearing her snort loudly at the question.
"You had this... glow about you when he saved you the first time, and the second. Then when he came to stay the night, a maid or two didn't exactly keep quiet." Daniela took her sickle from your hand and brought it to her lips, dragging her tongue along the surface. She giggled again, exhaling at the taste of sweet maiden's blood.
"And what kind of person would I be if I couldn't recognize the smell of man blood on your pretty lips."
Goddamnit. Of course the maids wouldn't keep their mouths shut. Gossip is practically the only form of entertainment they had here in this castle to keep them from being scared. As for the blood, well, that would kind of explain her prank.
"Look, I don't really like you messing around with that man," She stepped closer to you, using her sickle as a pointer stick towards your chest.
"But the idea of a disgusting beast falling apart by the hands of my sweet sister is just so... Ohh its just so exciting!" She giggled towards the end of her words, making a faint heat tickle your cheeks. Is she being serious right now?
"Promise you won't tell?" You hesitantly asked, feeling like you were a young teenager again when you asked that question.
"Of course!" The redhead extended her hand towards you, a firm hold on your hand. "By the way, if you come home smelling like this again, I won't hesitate to dump a bucket of blood on you to hide the stench." It was your turn to laugh, clutching onto her hand tighter.
"Its hard coming home anyway."
"You can try taking the back exits where they used to bring in supplies before it was cut off. The maids use that entrance, Mother doesn't dare come down here anyway,"
"Deal."
“Good, now go take a bath. You stink.” She purposefully crinkled her nose before laughing again, turning around to work on the maid's body.
It was a huge relief to know that you didn't have to hide your secret as much, and to at least have a bit of support from someone. You could only trust that it would stay that way for who knows how long.
Later on after a long bath and fresh change of clothes, you traveled around the castle in search of every single maid you could. You made every maid aware two things: If they stole from you, or put their noses in places that they shouldn't, their will be very dangerous consequences. You didn't tell them what kind of consequences, but their missing maid companion was proof enough that you were serious.
Before you went to bed the next night, Daniela was the one to bring you some fragrant herbal tea and lounge around in your bed for a good hour or so. She didn't prod too much personal questions, she went for more modest ones like 'How does he treat you' or 'What's he like? No, not like that, Is he gentler speaking with you? Does that dog actually behave?'
Oh boy, she was thriving off the idea of her little sister dominating such a grizzly beast monster like Heisenberg.
"Get me out of these damn things you bastard!!" You screamed out, knowing the man could hear you from wherever he was in the factory. Whether he was in the room quietly watching you, or in another room was left completely unknown to you.
The beast had heavy rusted cuffs on your wrists, binding them together with a chain keeping you attached towards the floor somewhere inside one of the factory's many rooms. You could lift your hands despite the heavy rusted steel enclosing them together, but to be stuck against the wall wasn't the best feeling. The chain was welded to the floor, allowing you enough room to sit up on your knees but not enough room to stand comfortably for long, resulting in you sitting on the ground. To add a topping to the dessert, He had the fucking audacity to blind you. You didn't know what it was, but the material was hot and scratchy, irritating your eyes.
The man himself walked into said room, the sound of his heavy boots scraping against concrete with each step. You didn't need to see his eyes to know he was annoyed by your constant yelling and screaming.
"Y'know, To think that tall ass bitch would teach any of her kids respect is a stupid joke."
"Like fuck you deserve any respect," You spat out, venom laced in your words. "Let me go!"
Heisenberg's head tilted, not taking too kindly to your tone. He extended two fingers outwards, the metal on your wrists trembling before they were forced back against the wall, taking your form with it. Your hands were stuck raised above your head a couple of inches, acting more like prison shackles with your back plastered to the wall.
He treaded closer like a predator towards their trapped prey, crouching down slowly. "I can give you one last chance to ask me nicely, and I may just consider being gentle."
"Fuck. You."
He started chuckling, shaking his head as he stood back up slowly. "Technically, its not me that's gonna get fucked. I like your enthusiasm."
You widened your eyes in realization, starting to move your hands against the cuffs in a weak attempt to get free. The sight only made him more amused, laughing at you as he set down a sort of metal object on the floor beside you.
"That big sister of mine did a weak ass job in teachin' you some manners," He tugged off his coat and set it aside, rolling up his beige shirt sleeves before bringing his hands towards his belt.
You turned your head away, exhaling hard as your heightened hearing could pick it up, your heart pounded in your chest. Your fingers tried to slip through the shackles, pulling against them as if it was making sort of progress in your attempt to break free.
"That's not happenin' sweetheart," He commented, bringing his hand towards your cheek, harshly shoving your face back straight forward. “It’s not every day I get the chance to get back at my sister, I’d be a fool to waste this opportunity.”
“Let go of me!!” You raised your legs to kick at his, wherever they were, seeming to work for a moment as his hand left your face. “Don’t fucking touch me again or I’ll rip your goddamn head off!!”
His hand returned to your throat, his broad thumb and pointer finger squeezing against the sides of your neck hard, making you stiffen from the tight sensation. The material of his glove constricted against your skin, slightly being able to feel your heartbeat right in his palm.
"If you wanna be set free and run back to that castle, then you'll show me what that mouth is good for." He pushed hard against your bottom jaw, forcing your head to tilt up towards him. "If you even think about biting I'll let the lycans have some fun with you, now get to it." He let go of your head, your skin stinging from his almost bruising grip.
Heisenberg stepped closer towards you, His awaiting cock inches away from your lips, hard and needy for any sort of attention. "Open wide girl."
Fuck this, you thought. This man wasn't gonna let you go until you did what he asked. You tried to lean your head away, but it only pressed up against the wall behind you, leaving you no choice but to do what you were told. You inhaled slowly, bringing your lips closer until they touched the warm tip, opening them slowly.
Heisenberg slid himself in, letting out a faint groan as your warm tongue brushed against the underside of him. You were hesitant in sucking on him, trembling a little as you moved your head slowly, taking him in and out of your mouth. His hand found a spot on top of your head, moving his hips slowly as he guided his cock in and out of your mouth at a reasonable pace. You closed your eyes, hating that this was bringing a warm sensation in between your legs.
His pace started to quicken a little, thrusting more into your mouth with an occasional grunt or two. He pushed back into your throat without any form of warning, forcing you to choke out a series of loud, dirty wet noises that echoed throughout the room. He pulled out seconds later, leaving you gasping for air.
It was barely enough time to settle your breathing before he slid in again, keeping a harder grip on your head as he shoved his cock down your throat. He repeated these actions, getting off on the sounds of your gags as more saliva spewed from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and rolling down your neck. The way you’d harshly breathe through your nose before he shoved his cock back in, he swore it was only making him harder.
He released you again, this time giving you more than enough seconds to catch your breath, coughing as you felt the mess sink into the fabric of your black dress. Heisenberg kneeled down again in front of you, taking hold of your wet chin with a more gentle hold.
“God you’re gorgeous,” He commented. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, to take that bitch’s innocent daughter and turn her into a sobbing, shaky mess.”
“Good luck with that,” You muttered, practically feeling a broad grin forming on his face, his tongue running along his sharp fangs as even more lustful ideas came to mind.
“That’s a challenge I can initiate, let’s see how long you’ll last before you start to beg.” You moved your head away again, but he caught it back in his grip as he pulled you in for a sharp kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips. You let out a faint whine of discomfort, pulling more on the shackles that wouldn’t budge. You lifted your legs up again, the bottom of your boots scraping against the ground in your struggling.
Heisenberg saw this as another silly attempt at getting out of the shackles, making him grunt in the kiss as he brought his hand up to still your arms.
“Mmm!” You tried breaking from the kiss, making your face wince when his arm kept pressing harder. “F-fuck! Stop, that hurts!”
“It hurts huh?” He looked over towards your shackles, seeing your arms lightly start to tremble in the soreness. He pondered for a little bit before he clicked his tongue and flicked his wrist, the metal shackles releasing from the wall and falling down into your lap. You exhaled lightly, feeling the cooling relief momentarily flood through your muscles.
“Better?” He asked.
“More than better,” You responded, quickly maneuvering your shackles to blindly swing at him, striking him against the lower side of his jaw.
He was momentarily stunted, not expecting a move like this to come from you. It was an absolute surprise, the man blinking as he processed what just happened. The pain was momentary, the man huffing in amusement as he rocked his own jaw slowly.
“Not bad, definitely a lot harder than the first time,” He stated, looking back to you. The metal began to vibrate on your wrists, forcing your shackles towards the wall again, twisting your body awkwardly towards the left. His hands clutched your hips, forcing you to face the wall where your hands were bound. They eagerly ran down the curves of your body before he pulled up your skirts, exposing your lower half to the chilly air in the room. His hand stroked the sides of your hips more slow, squeezing a handful of your ass before making quick work of disposing your underwear.
Smack! You gasped when his hand harshly spanked your side. He did so at least three more times, the stinging quickly forcing you to bite down on your bottom lip, preventing any whines from leaving your lips.
"Did it feel good to hit me?" He asked, squeezing the tender, stinging flesh. "Must've felt good, right? Hitting a 'dirty dog' like me?"
"I'll fucking do it again if you don't let me go!"
"Hmm, You're so cute when you're angry, you know that right? You get all bratty an' make so many empty promises."
"You mother-!" Your voice cut off when a cool surface pressed against your thigh, the sharp tip running lightly along your skin. He saw your spine stiffen, smirking big as a he could make out a look of heavy concern written on your face. Wait, he didn't say anything about-
"Now's the time you should start shutting the fuck up," A newfound fear washed over your form, distracting you as his leather clad finger ran along the lips of your pussy, gathering your slick and rubbing the outside of your hole in a teasing motion, purposefully avoiding your nub.
The sensation of those rough gloves made you shiver, the scratchy material making your hips move away from his grip. "Stop, don't-"
"Don't touch you? That's hard not to do, you're so soft and wet! And for what reason I wonder? Is that bitch's daughter such a slut for choking on my dick?" He pondered while teasing you with his fingers, one of them slowly slipping inside. The thick, coarse material of his glove had you feeling a faint stinging sensation, forcing you to clench on him without meaning to. Just the fact that you did made you blush at your screw up.
"Stop touching me you fucking dog!" You growled out, feeling his finger leave you automatically. His hand cupped your mouth, pulling your head back as he pressed you against chest, the sharp edge of his knife meeting the damp skin at the front of your neck.
"Dog huh?" He snarled in your ear, "Well now, If you think that I'm such a dog I'll start fucking you like one."
The polished steel slid down your back, slicing through the material of your dress, your front growing exposed to the quickly warming air. His cock forced itself through your walls without any form of warning, accompanied by the wetness that followed his words. You stifled a groan in his hand, all while he practically moaned against the shell of your ear from you stretching around him, taking him in so well.
His arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you close as he started fucking you with a fast pace. Your held back whines were momentarily muffled in his hand before he removed it, bringing it towards the back of your neck to keep your head towards the wall. Your body was starting to betray you, clenching around his cock more as the wet sounds increased. You tried covering your own mouth, not wanting to grant this man the satisfaction that he was making you feel good.
The shackles grew more weighted, rattling against your skin while growing heavier and heavier, the metal scratching against the wall as it was pulled downwards, taking you with it. The shackles weighed you down to the floor, Heisenberg's hand reached over to push your head down, fingers tangling into your hair with your cheek plastered against the dirty floor.
He didn't let up in his pace, going even harder and rougher at this new delicious angle. His cock hit straight against your sweet spot repeatedly, causing your back to arch as a broken series of moans left your lips, breaking away from the unwilling façade you set up.
"That's it, let those pretty sounds out sweetheart." He ushered you more, feeling the way you gripped his cock harder with his pace. You tried biting your lip, tried holding back from your mouth opening but nothing would work, your mouth almost permanently kept open from each sound that left.
"Fuck, you're so good," Heisenberg groaned, slapping his hips harder as his grip on your side was almost bruising. "Can't wait to hear those sweet begs next."
You almost forgot about the scenario, right when you were beginning to feel the rise of your peak drawing closer. Heisenberg didn't even need to hear it in your voice to feel the way your cunt gripped him harder, feeling your hips almost tremble underneath his grip. You tried to quiet yourself again, but that did little to nothing.
The bastard could tell the signs, pulling out before you were moments away from reaching release. He leaned down and spread your flower open with his hands, marveling at the sight of your hole clenching over nothing. This made a whine angrily leave you, feeling yourself throbbing for something that was no longer there and a rejected release.
His hot tongue swiped along your opening, rumbling at the taste of your sweetness. The sensation made you whimper a bit more, your fingers securing around the chain attached to the ground to give you something to hold onto. He dove more into your pussy, using two of his thick fingers to draw out more of your juices for his tongue to gather. Your slick would’ve trickled down your thighs and to the ground if he hadn’t lapped up every drop with his tongue.
“Fuck, I might just keep you here,” He muttered, using his thumb to deliver harsh circles against your clit. “Lock you up and eat you forever. A perfect hole like this shut up in that damn castle is goin' to waste all alone.”
You hated this even more, you told yourself in your head. The idea of Heisenberg locking you here in this disgusting room and abusing you for his own pleasures was sick. It was sick, you had to tell yourself, but the feel of his tongue and his fingers had your back curling and your hips rolling, returning to you the deep, rich pleasure that started developing again into a second hopeful release.
He was more merciful this time, keeping his mouth attached to your pussy as the heat in your core grew quicker. He delve his fingers in you a lot faster, the thick leather of his gloves brushing against your sweet spot roughly.
“Mmm!” The whines didn’t stop leaving you, pulling on the chain tighter as your body felt hotter and hotter.
Then, he stopped all stimulations. His tongue left you, as well as his fingers. Once again, you were left on the tip of the edge, only to be stilled and yanked away from the pleasure. A louder groan left you, beyond irritated with this man who was practically staring at you with a shit eating grin.
“Just look at you, you’re too pretty not to ruin,” He cooed, running his hand along your soft skin as you quivered with a rage of emotions, wishing you could see him so you could glare daggers at the man.
“Mm, f-fuck,” You panted, exhaling hard through your nose.
“You got something to say, kitten?”
You nodded slowly, feeling defeated at the thoughts that went through your head. The edging was growing too much for you to bare, your muscles straining from how close you’ve been, only to be denied again.
“Please,” You began, biting your bottom lip a little as you struggled to get out what you needed to say.
“Use your words sweetheart.”
“Pleaaase,” You repeated out in a whine, “Please, fuck me. I can’t- I want to come. I need to-“
“You want me to make you come? You want to fall apart on my cock like a good little bitch?”
“God, yes!” You whined out more, feeling his actual fingers lightly brush against your clit in a teasing manner. He removed his glove, groaning at just how drenched you were. He could slide his fingers in so easily, your cunt clenching around his fingers greatly inviting them in.
“Such a good little whore,” He held onto your hip with one hand, finger fucking you at a fast pace. Your loud moans reached his ears, making him move them even faster to get your release to come faster.
And it was working, your hips practically fucking his hand as your orgasm reached at its peak once more. Heisenberg removed his fingers, quickly sucking off what he could before reaching over to grab your shoulder, lifting you from the floor to clutch you against his chest.
His cock slid back inside, giving a few hard thrusts to encourage you to finish. You fell apart instantly, crying out as your orgasm crashing into your nerves and setting your body on fire. Heisenberg nestled his head into the crook of your head and shoulder, growling at the sensation of your walls clenching him so wonderfully, coating his length completely with your sweetness. He slowed his movements a little, allowing your hips to rock as he whispered groans of encouragement in your ear, telling you just how good you felt squeezing around his cock.
He almost wished he had a mirror in front of you at this very moment. He knew he forgot something when he thought of this.
Regardless, his pounds didn’t cease. One hand held you secured to him while his fingers found your clit, rubbing quickly before you even had a chance at attempting to recover. He quickened considerably, his grunts muffled into the skin on your neck, his facial hair coarse and irritating on you.
He forced another orgasm from your body, your cries quickly becoming croaked, broken moans. Like Hell Heisenberg was gonna stop now, refusing the idea of his cock leaving your swollen folds where it belonged, where he belonged. “You’re so fucking good, my tight little whore. Takin' me in so goddamn good, letting me ruin you. Lettin' me use you like my own personal fuck toy, but you love it don’t you?”
You couldn’t get yourself to speak at the moment, your mind too broken down by blinding pleasure as your nerves grew more and more fried. It was a harsh slap against your tender ass that brought you back to reality, forcing a loud yelp from your mouth.
“Am I fuckin' you dumb and senseless?! Speak up! Tell me how much you love it!”
“I love it!” You croaked out a cry, bringing your head back as your face bloomed with pure heat from heavy ripples of arousal. “Fuuck, I love it so much!”
He chuckled against your skin, his nose feeling how rapidly your heart beat through your neck. He was so tempted to bite down on your luscious skin and taste your sweet blood, his tongue unable to help himself as he licked a couple beads of sweat from the surface of your shoulder. Despite all the arousal that flooded through his mind and his cock, he at least had some sense to know where exactly he could sink his teeth in.
He did just that, baring down on the outer junction of your shoulder, just where your dress sleeve would cover it. Your blood flooded around his lips and stained his teeth, all while the pain was surging through your nerves, melting together with the pleasure that had you screaming out nonetheless. He stopped his thrusts, breathing heavily as he sucked on your wound as if he was a vampire himself.
Your legs trembled from the overstimulation, every inch of your skin riddled with goosebumps while your muscles trembled like jelly. The shackles caused your arms to feel intensely heavy, your vision would've blurred and your legs would've given out if he didn't hold onto you.
Hs mouth detached off you, licking his stained teeth while bringing you to lay on your back. The absence of his cock left you feeling hollow as your back hit the cold floor, muscles quaking from the sensation overload occurring in your body. You felt him loom over your form, caging you in as his hands found your hips, lifting them up towards his. He rocked his cock against your folds, feeling you shiver and whine from the contact.
“I can just imagine the look on your mother’s face when she finds out her little girl’s an absolute whore." He didn't enter you just yet, leaning close to clutch your jaw with a bruising grip. You bit your bottom lip, smelling a hint of blood on his breath as a sharp object was pressed up towards the center of your throat. "When you go back you'll be so full of my seed, they’re not gonna wanna touch your blood after I’m done with you.”
He yanked on the rest of your dress, the material bunched up against the shackles of your trembling hands, fighting the urge to touch him as your fingers grazed along his shirt. He quickly made it known that he took off his own shirt.
The tip of the blade he brandished again ran down the valley between your breasts, your chest rising as it lingered along your pubic bone. He brought it back up wards, slowly pushing just the tiniest amount against your right breast, making you hiss lightly. Heisenberg put just the tiniest cut near your nipple, sliding his cock back inside to watch you gasp, clenching around him as your body focused more on the pure pleasure rather than the faint sting of pain. He leaned down and licked the faint bead of blood that formed, suckling on your breast while rocking into you ever so slowly.
His hot tongue felt so soothing against your skin like a warming balm, making you almost forget that he cut one of the most sensitive areas on your skin. He continued sucking while rocking his hips, moaning against your skin as your inviting walls continued to receive him. He bit down on your hard nipple, amused by your faint squeak in response.
“Your body’s mine," He murmured, letting go of your breast to lift his attention back towards your blinded face, "And only mine, got it?”
"Yes," You nodded, nodding your head immediately.
"Say my name," He ordered as he stopped moving, the sharp blade finding its way to push against your throat, making you swallow thickly.
You said his last name in what he felt was a weak tone, hearing the blade clink to the floor beside your head. A somewhat harsh slap struck your cheek, making you gasp louder than you intended. This man... this man was really testing boundaries.
"All of it!!" He shouted, leaving you to wonder if he was staring at you with those gorgeous glowing eyes.
"K-Karl Heisenberg!!" You cried out more, your voice cracking towards the end of your sentence.
"That's it, that's a good little kitten," Heisenberg muttered, his hand securing itself on your throat while the other grabbed ahold of your shackles, moving your body to fuck you onto his dick. The pace was quickly growing brutal, feeling your sore insides erupting to life as another orgasm threatened to erupt.
Without the blindfold, he would've been able to see the tears that poured out from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasurable sensations. Instead, they soaked into the cloth that kept you in the dark. He shifted his grip from your neck towards your leg, lifting it up to rest over his broad shoulder.
"Fuuuuck!!" You screamed out as his pace continued to get brutal, the angle his cock hit inside growing too much to bare. Your fingers scratched against his wrist along your shackles, almost being able to draw blood.
"You wanna come again?" He panted, seeing you quickly nod your head like an obedient little pup. "Is it getting too much for my little kitten? Tell me!"
"I wanna come! Please!" Your voice was rough and broken, your mind long lost of any other thoughts other than Heisenberg, your body falling apart from absolute euphoria and agony.
"I’ll stuff so much of my cum in all of your pretty little holes, taint your perfect body with everything I have. Is that what you want sweetheart?"
You could only nod.
"That's my good girl. My little slut, show me you mean it."
Barely seconds after he said so, you reached your third and most intense orgasm yet. You cried out, screaming a bit even as you threw your head back against the cement floor, clenching so hard around his cock so tight it made the man groan in compliance with your sounds. It was like your pussy was trying to keep him stilled and unmoving, but he continued to fuck your body until he reached his own release.
His head lowered down towards you, fingers gripping your chin to kiss you. You tasted your blood and whiskey on his tongue, unable to help yourself as you kissed him back, shattered whimpers leaving your mouth into his.
He tore away from the kiss, loudly cursing as he came inside. The hot sensation inside made your body spasm, your hips and legs quaking from exhaustion and overstimulation. Heisenberg's hips staggered, slowing himself until he came to a slow stop, keeping himself buried deep inside you as possible. His chest rumbled heavily against yours, a dark primal growl leaving through his bared teeth as his face lingered close to your bitten shoulder.
Both of you were a panting, sweaty mess. You felt like you couldn't lift any part of your body if you tried, your shackled hands resting limp over your stomach.
The blindfold came free from your eyes, revealing your vision to the handsome man discarding the cloth to the side. You squinted a little, meeting the gaze of Karl as he stared down at you, his hair speckled chest heaving with a fair amount of sweat over his brow, rolling down his neck.
A proud smile started growing on his face, letting out a breathless laugh as his two fingers lifted your chin, seeing your own tired smile begin to form.
"Not once did I hear the safe word, I'm impressed. You're tougher than I thought." He mused, seeing you huff while you shook your head slowly.
"I was worried that I wasn't gonna be the best actress," You admitted while watching him run his hand through his sweaty locks of disheveled hair, chuckling as he brought his attention over towards your shackles.
"You were perfect."
The pieces of metal began to break apart without him laying a single finger on them, bits and pieces rolling off your stomach to clink and rattle on the ground. You lifted your arms a little, feeling your muscles shaking lightly from your exhausted nerves.
Karl brought his hands to your thighs, lowering them into a more relaxed position after he pulled himself out. The man licked his lips, watching as your hole started to secrete an opaque liquid, his evidence of his words lingering in your head as you felt the warm liquid drip down slowly from your hole.
Your faint hiss tore his gaze away, seeing you slightly glance over towards your shoulder. It had stopped bleeding due to all your blood flow from your intense arousal, now all that lingered were red beads crowning the wounds, turning dark red after oxidizing.
"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" You asked him out of pure concern, but exactly sure when he told you to 'attempt' to fight back.
"What, this little bug bite you did? Oh no, I've clearly had worse (Y/n), you barely dented me." Karl leaned over to run his tongue over your bite wound, lapping up the blood in a peculiar attempt to soothe the wound, kissing the skin around it seconds after.
Your weak arms raised when you brought your hands behind his back, fingers lightly running along his skin. You would find a pale groove of an old scar and allow your fingers to trace the line, closing your eyes as Karl couldn't help but trail a line of kisses up your neck, the rough skin of his lips and prickly sensation of his facial hair brushing against a spot on your neck that made you hum, fueling the embers of your abused core.
"Is it over?"
A heavy chuckle left him, the vibrations tickling your neck lightly.
Just about every writer out there has several go-to websites that they use when it comes to their writing. Be it for creativity, writer’s block, to put you in the mood or general writing help. These are mine and I listed them in hopes that you’ll find something that you’ll like or find something useful. I’ve also included some websites that sounded interesting, but I haven’t tried out yet.
Spelling & Grammar
Grammar Girl – Grammar Girl’s famous Quick and Dirty Tips (delivered via blog or podcast) will help you keep your creative writing error free.
The Owl – is Purdue University’s Online Writing Lab (OWL), an academic source from Purdue University (which is in West Lafayette, Indiana, U.S.). It’s contains plenty of grammar guides, style tips and other information that can help with your writing, it’s especially great for academics.
Tip of My Tongue — have you ever had trouble of thinking of a specific word that you can’t remember what it is? Well, this site will help you narrow down your thoughts and find that word you’ve been looking for. It can be extremely frustrating when you have to stop writing because you get a stuck on a word, so this should help cut that down.
Free Rice – is a great way to test your vocabulary knowledge. What’s even better about this site is that with every correct answer, they donate 10 grains of rice to the United Nations World Food Program. So, please disable your adblock since they use the ads on the site to generate the money to buy the rice.
HyperGrammar – is from the University of Ottawa (a bilingual public research university in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada) that offers up a one-stop guide for proper spelling, structure, and punctuation. Being that this comes from a Canadian university, that means that they use standard Oxford English Dictionary spelling. Basically that means you’ll get British English, which differs slightly from formal American English.
AutoCrit – the AutoCrit Editing Wizard analyzes your manuscript to identify areas for improvement, including pacing and momentum, dialogue, strong writing, word choice and repetition. It also provides a number of other writing resources as well. It’s not free, but they do offer 200 characters for analysis at no charge. It’s $29.97 per month or $359.64 for an annual membership.
ProWritingAid – is another automatic editing tool that analyzes your writing and produces reports on areas such as overused words, writing style, sentence length, grammar and repeated words and phrases. They offer a free sample, but you have to make an account to try it out. It’s $3.33 per month ($40 annually, or less if you purchase a longer license).
Writer’s Digest – learn how to improve your writing, find an agent, and even get published with the help of the varied blogs on this site.
Paper Rater – uses Artificial Intelligence to improve your writing. It includes grammar, plagiarism, and spelling check, along with word choice analysis. The basic version is completely free, but they do offer premium subscription for people seeking more advanced features. If you’re interested it’s $14.95 per month or $95.40 per year if you decide to get it.
Syntaxis – it allows you to test your knowledge of grammar with a ten-question quiz. The questions change every time you take the quiz so users are sure to be challenged each time around. It definitely helps writers know if there’s something that they need to brush up on.
Word Frequency Counter – this counter allows you to count the frequency usage of each word in your text.
EditMinion – is a free robotic copy editor that helps you to refine your writing by finding common mistakes.
Proofreading for Common Errors – this is a simple tutorial on proofreading your writing by Indiana University.
BBC – has a section for helping you with your skills, especially in writing, from grammar to spelling, to reading, to listening and to speaking.
Tools
Copyscape – is a free service that you can use to learn if anyone has plagiarized your work. It’s pretty useful for those that want to check for fanfiction plagiarism.
Plagium – is another a copy detection system, that provides a very similar service to Copyscape and uses Yahoo! rather than Google to perform its searches. Just keep in mind that searches for simple text up to 25,000 characters remains free of charge, but any larger requires credits to be purchase.
Write or Die – is an web application for Windows, Mac and Linux which aims to eliminate writer’s block by providing consequences for procrastination. It lets you try it for free, but the desktop version is available for $10. The Write or Die iPad app is $9.99 in the App Store. If you’re really old school, the original web app can still be launched with its modest settings.
Written? Kitten! – is similar to Write or Die, but it’s a kinder version and it’s completely free. They use positive reinforcement, so every time you reach a goal they reward you with an adorable picture of a kitten.
Fast Fingers – offers you an easy way to improve your typing skills. It’s puts you through a quick typing game that tests your typing speed and improves it at the same time. It’s also a great way for writers to warm up.
Information & Data
RefDesk – it has an enormous collection of reference materials, searchable databases and other great resources that can’t be found anywhere else. It’s great to use when you need to find something and/or check your facts.
Bib Me – it makes it easy to create citations, build bibliographies and acknowledge other people’s work. This is definitely something that academics will love. It’s basically a bibliography generator that automatically fills in a works cited page in MLA, APA, Chicago or Turbian formats.
Internet Public Library – is a non-profit, largely student-run website managed by a consortium, headed by Drexel University. Currently this online library is inactive, but it’s still full of resources that are free for anyone to use, from newspaper and magazine articles to special collections. Just keep in mind that it’s not up to date, since they stopped maintaining it on June 30, 2015.
The Library of Congress – if you’re looking for primary documents and information, the Library of Congress is a great place to start. It has millions of items in its archives, many of which are accessible right from the website.
Social Security Administration: Popular Baby Names – is the most accurate list of popular names from 1879 to the present. If your character is from America and you need a name for them, this gives you a accurate list of names, just pick the state or decade that your character is from.
WebMD – is a handy medical database loaded with information. It’s not a substitute for a doctor, but can give you a lot of good information on diseases, symptoms, treatments, etc.
MedlinePlus – is the National Institutes of Health’s web site that contains information about diseases, conditions, and wellness issues in language you can understand. It also offers reliable, up-to-date health information, anytime, anywhere, for free. You can use the site to learn about the latest treatments, look up information on a drug or supplement, find out the meanings of words, or view medical videos or illustrations. You can also get links to the latest medical research on your topic or find out about clinical trials on a disease or condition.
Mayo Clinic – is a nonprofit medical practice and medical research group.
World Health Organization (WHO) – is a specialized agency of the United Nations that is concerned with international public health. Its current priorities include communicable diseases, in particular HIV/AIDS, Ebola, malaria and tuberculosis; the mitigation of the effects of non-communicable diseases; sexual and reproductive health, development, and ageing; nutrition, food security and healthy eating; occupational health; substance abuse; and driving the development of reporting, publications, and networking.
Google Scholar – is an online, freely accessible search engine that lets users look for both physical and digital copies of articles. It searches a wide variety of sources, including academic publishers, universities, and preprint depositories and so on. While Google Scholar does search for print and online scholarly information, it is important to understand that the resource is not a database.
The Old Farmer’s Almanac – this classic almanac offers yearly information on astronomical events, weather conditions and forecasts, recipes, and gardening tips.
State Health Facts – Kaiser Family Foundation provides this database, full of health facts on a state-by-state basis that address everything from medicare to women’s health.
U.S. Census Bureau – you can learn more about the trends and demographics of America with information drawn from the Census Bureau’s online site.
Wikipedia – this shouldn’t be used as your sole source, but it can be a great way to get basic information and find out where to look for additional references.
Finding Data on the Internet – a great website that list links that can tell you where you can find the inflation rate, crime statistics, and other data.
Word References
RhymeZone – whether you’re writing poetry, songs, or something else entirely, you can get help rhyming words with this site.
Acronym Finder – with more than 565,000 human-edited entries, Acronym Finder is the world’s largest and most comprehensive dictionary of acronyms, abbreviations, and initials.
Symbols.com – is a unique online encyclopedia that contains everything about symbols, signs, flags and glyphs arranged by categories such as culture, country, religion, and more.
OneLook Reverse Dictionary – is a dictionary that lets you describe a concept and get back a list of words and phrases related to that concept. Your description can be a few words, a sentence, a question, or even just a single word.
The Alternative Dictionaries – is a PDF, that contains a list of slang words in all types of languages, such as Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Norwegian and many, many others. There use to be a website, but it’s not there anymore and this is the next best thing I could find.
Online Etymology Dictionary – it gives you the history and derivation of any word. Etymologies are not definitions; they’re explanations of what our words meant and how they sounded 600 or 2,000 years ago.
MediLexicon – is a comprehensive dictionary of medical, pharmaceutical, biomedical, and health care abbreviations and acronyms.
Merriam Webster Online – the online version of the classic dictionary also provides a thesaurus and a medical dictionary.
Multilingual Dictionary – it translate whatever you need from 30 different languages with this easy-to-use site.
Writing Software
Open Office – why pay for Microsoft products when you can create free documents with Open Office? This open source software provides similar tools to the Microsoft Office Suite, including spreadsheets, a word processor, the ability to create multimedia presentations, and more.
LibreOffice – is a free and open source office suite. It was forked from OpenOffice.org in 2010, which was an open-sourced version of the earlier StarOffice. The LibreOffice suite comprises programs to do word processing, spreadsheets, slideshows, diagrams and drawings, maintain databases, and compose math formula.
Scrivener – is not a free program, but it’s certainly a very popular one. It's great for organizing research, planning drafts, and writing novels, articles, short stories, and even screenplays.
OmmWriter – is for Mac OS X, a free simple text processor that gives you a distraction free environment. So you can focus only on your writing without being tempted or distracted by other programs on your computer. They are currently working on a Windows version of their software as well, so keep an eye out for that if you’re interested.
FocusWriter – is a completely free full-screen writing application designed to immerse you in your writing. It keeps your writing space simple and clean without sacrificing functionality. It includes a daily goal tracker, work count and time spent writing. There’s also spell checking, real-time feedback on variables like word and page count, and tabbed document browsing. It's available for Windows, Mac and Linux.
Q10 – is a free portable distraction-free writing tool for Windows. The interface includes nothing but a tiny bar at the bottom that displays the character, word, and page count—you can toggle the bar off for a totally distraction free workspace.
Evernote – is a free app for your smartphone and computer that stores everything you could possibly imagine losing track of, like a boarding pass, receipt, article you want to read, to do list, or even a simple typed note. The app works brilliantly, keeping everything in sync between your computer, smartphone, or tablet. It’s definitely a useful app for writers when you have ideas on the go.
ScriptBuddy – is a full-fledged screenplay software program. It handles the proper screenplay format automatically, so you can concentrate on your story. It is easy to use and the basic version is free.
TheSage – is a free application, which is a comprehensive English dictionary and thesaurus that provides a number of useful and in some cases unusual search tools.
Sigil – is ideal for e-book authors because it's a free EPUB editor with a stack of essential features.
WriterDuet – is a collaborative screenwriting app for working with writing partners in real-time. It also lets you copy text written in Fountain, or other screenwriting programs (Final Draft, Celtx, etc.) and paste it directly into WriterDuet with the correct formatting most of the time. They offer the basic version for free, WriterDuet Pro ($9.00 monthly, $79 yearly and $199 lifetime) and WriterDuet Premium ($299 yearly). WriterDuet works on Mac, Windows, Linux, Chromebooks, iOS, and Android. It gives identical page counts on all devices, and PDFs.
ZenWriter – is a program that gives you an open, peaceful place for composing your thoughts without any distractions. It’s a fullscreen text editor that offers customizable backgrounds, music, and a nifty word count at the bottom of the window. It’s not free, but it does offer a free trial for 15 days. It is available for Windows, and after the 15-day trial period you can choose to purchase it for $17.50 if you want.
WriteMonkey – is a Windows writing application with an extremely stripped down user interface, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your words. It is light, fast and free. It’s also an portable app, so you can stick it on a USB drive and use in on whatever computer you happen to find yourself at.
YWriter5 – is a free word processor and is designed for Windows XP, Vista and beyond. It's a small but very comprehensive tool which helps you to plan your story. It breaks your novel into chapters and scenes, helping you to keep track of your work while leaving your mind free to create. You can set up deadlines, for instance, and the program’s Work Schedule report will let you know how much you’ll have to do, each day, to finish on time. You can even enter your characters, locations and items and freely organize them into scenes. This definitely sounds like it’ll be useful for NaNoWriMo writers.
Kingsoft Office (WPS Office) – is an office suite for Microsoft Windows, Linux, iOS and Android OS. The basic version is free to use, but a fully featured professional-grade version is also available. This software allows users to view, create and share office documents that are fully compatible with dozens of document formats, including Microsoft PowerPoint, Word and Excel. In other words, the format is similar to a Microsoft Word document (.DOC or .DOCX file) and supports formatted text, images, and advanced page formatting. Kingsoft Writer documents can be converted to Microsoft Word *.doc files in the software.
Creativity, Fun & Miscellaneous
National Novel Writing Month – is one of the most well-known writing challenges in the writing community. National Novel Writing Month pushes you to write 50,000 words in 30 days (for the whole month of November).
WritingFix – a fun site that creates writing prompts on the spot. The site currently has several options—prompts for right-brained people, for left-brained people, for kids—and is working to add prompts on classic literature, music and more.
Creative Writing Prompts – the site is exactly what it says. They have 100+ and more, of prompts that you can choose from.
My Fonts – is the world’s largest collection of fonts. You can even upload an image containing a font that you like, and this tells you what it is. Just keep in mind that not all of the fonts are free.
DaFont – has lot of fonts as well, most of them are completely free to download. However, some are demo versions or are only free if you used it for personal use and not commercial use.
Story Starters – this website offers over one trillion randomly generated story starters for creative writers.
The Gutenberg Project – this site is perfect for those who like to read and/or have an e-reader. There’s over 33,000 ebooks you can download for free.
The Imagination Prompt Generator – click through the prompts to generate different ideas in response to questions like “Is there a God?” and “If your tears could speak to you, what would they say?”
The Phrase Finder – this handy site helps you hunt down famous phrases, along with their origins. It also offers a phrase thesaurus that can help you create headlines, lyrics, and much more.
Storybird – this site allows you to write a picture book. They provided the gorgeous artwork and you create the story for it, or just read the stories that others have created.
Language Is a Virus – the automatic prompt generator on this site can provide writers with an endless number of creative writing prompts. Other resources include writing exercises and information on dozens of different authors.
Background Noise/Music
SimplyNoise – a free white noise sounds that you can use to drown out everything around you and help you focus on your writing.
Rainy Mood – from the same founders of Simply Noise, this website offers the pleasant sound of rain and thunderstorms. There's a slide volume control, which you can increase the intensity of the noise (gentle shower to heavy storm), thunder mode (often, few, rare), oscillation button, and a sleep timer.
Coffitivity – a site that provides three background noises: Morning Murmur (a gentle hum), Lunchtime Lounge (bustling chatter), and University Undertones (campus cafe). A pause button is provided whenever you need a bladder break, and a sliding volume control to give you the freedom to find the perfect level for your needs and moods. It’s also available as an android app, iOS app, and for Mac desktop. If you go Premium it’s $9 and you’ll get 1 year of unlimited listening to their audio tracks and access to three more sounds: Paris Paradise, Brazil Bistro and Texas Teahouse.
Rainy Cafe – it provides background chatter in coffee shops (similar to Coffitivity) AND the sound of rain (similar to Simply Rain). There’s also individual volume and on/off control for each sound category.
Forest Mood – is background noise of the forest.
MyNoise – is a website with multi-purpose noise generator that is completely free. It helps you to focus while working in a noisy environment or to help settle your anxiety and it’s also useful in cases of insomnia or tinnitus. It has so many sounds to choose from: Fish Tank, Clockwork, Gregorian Chants, Traffic Noise, and so on.
MyNoise: Online Fire Noise Generator – is also from NyNoise, but it’s a short-cut link for those that only want to hear the sound of fire crackling in a fireplace.
Snowy Mood – is a noise generator that plays sounds of boots walking through snow on an endless loop. It’s simple and straightforward, and perfect for those days when you feel like being snowed in.
Noisli – is a background noise generator that helps you to drown out annoying noises in order to create your perfect environment for working and relaxing. You can mix different sounds together, such as rain and a train or fire and the night sound of crickets or with the waves at a beach.
Purrli – is a white noise generator that recreates the sound and the presence of a cat purring next to you.
Ambient Mixer – is a free online audio mixing tool in which you can create and edit your own ambient music or background sounds. You can even listen to other people’s mixes such as Gryffindor Common Room, Riding with the Winchesters, Mr. Tumnus’ House, A Day in Camp Half-Blood, and so on.
8tracks – is an internet radio website and everyone can listen for free, well it use to be completely free. Unlike other music oriented social network such as Pandora or Spotify, 8tracks doesn’t have commercial interruption (that’s if you get 8tracks Plus). Users can create free accounts and can either browse the site and listen to other user-created mixes for as long as they like, and/or they can create their own mixes. It’s a perfect place to listen to other writer’s playlist, share yours or find music for specific characters or moods. Note: Joining is still free, however you’re now limited to 1 hour of free listening for each week (or more depending on how much people like your mixes, but I’ve been told the limitation is for those in the US only). If you want unlimited access it’s $30 per year or $5.00 a month.
Playmoss – with 8tracks no longer having free unlimited listening and no commercial interruptions many people looked for an alternative and Playmoss is what 8tracks use to be. Playmoss is free to join and it has all the same basic features that 8tracks has, only with extra goodies like unlimited skips, able to see the entire tracklist before playing, start at any point in the playlist, see how many playlists contain a certain song and even collaborate playlists with other people.
One minute, you’re celebrating over a few rounds of choice whiskey with Lenny and Javier for a magnificent heist that’d be keeping the gang nice and comfy for at least a whole month, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions and greeting your tongue like a long-lost lover.
The next, you’re staring at a ghost from Arthur’s past.
“You must be my replacement.”
You pitch an eyebrow at the term.
Though it sounded more like an insult than anything, you can’t help but chuckle.
Alcohol has always made you more amicable.
“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart - but I ain’t anyone’s replacement. Completely original and limited edition. Grab one before they’re gone for Christmas.”
The stranger chuckles, as if you’d just performed an amusing trick.
“Well, if nothing else, you do have a sense of humor.”
“I’ll drink to that!” You cheer, finishing your drink, the bar cheering and chasing their drinks down with you.
“I’ll get the next round.”
The stranger waves at the barkeep, with an arrogant air that has you rolling your eyes but biting your tongue because she is buying your drinks, after all.
“Thank you kindly, Miss…?”
“Linton. Mary Linton.”
Just like that, your good mood sours.
“Y’know what? I’m feeling strangely sober. Feel free to pay for the rest of the boys, though.”
“Aw, don’t get shy now. Things are just getting interesting,” she purrs, heavily-ringed fingers curling around your bicep, effectively keeping you in place, using a voice that’s sickly sweet, so much so that you think she‘s ruined desserts for you completely.
words: 762 /// pairing: arthur morgan x reader /// anon asked for: 59: height difference 60: sitting in their lap 21: listening to someone’s heartbeat with arthur /// summary: you help the gang rob the grand korrigan. “A Fine Night for Debauchery” finds you posing as Arthur’s fake wife /// notes: i’m like five minutes away from restarting yet another play through of this game, so be on the look out for more arthur love.
You stood stock still as you watched Arthur step onto the river boat. He had dressed up for the occasion, his hair slicked back, and a brand new suit donned his broad shoulders. He looked like he was the oil baron Trelawny was conning him off as. If not a little rough around the edges.
You hadn’t originally agreed to this con. Dutch thought it’d be good, and Trelawney promised it would go right. He just needed you and Arthur to play your parts perfectly - his of a new to money oil baron, and you, a charming wife on his arm.
Granted the wife thing had thrown both you and Arthur for a bit of a loop.
Twenty years of pulling card cons with Hosea was going to pay off one way or another. No one ever thought a beautiful young woman could cheat her way through a game of poker. It gave you an advantage.
Stepping up to Arthur you smiled, twining your arm through his. “Now, dear,” you tutted, holding your head up high, shoulders back as you walked at his side. “Mister Strauss tells me everything will be set for you?”
“Josiah, too,” Arthur grumbled, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You think this Blythe fella will fall for this?”
“Of course,” you nodded. “I won’t be at the table with you, unfortunately,” you sighed, smiling genially to a porter as you stepped into the casino. “But do have fun.”
A/N: Hey-o! After nearly 3 months of being a complete disaster, I … did a thing. Very much my usual brand of filth. Thanks for sticking around as I continue to navigate this impending sense of oblivion!! 1.6k words of bangin’ Bucky Barnes. Yeeeeeeahhh.
Title is from this song, by Bjork. 🖤
Warnings: Smutty smut and heathen shit, what else is new with Helios?
brooklyn after dark masterlist
Steve asked if you were religious once.
It was an off the cuff kind of question, prompted by something you can’t remember now—silly banter over drinks and a background party, perhaps. Both grown weary of entertaining a crowd of strangers, etiquette spent nearing the night’s end. You’d shrugged lazily and prefaced that it’s hard to shake an entire childhood of indoctrination but now, by resolute choice, you aren’t.
You lied. You’ve never been more devout.
It was easier than getting into all the semantics, anyway. Where would you start explaining that you now spend more time than ever at worship? Not in the middle of Tony’s so-called “small” get-together of “only” seventy-five people. Certainly not a place to admit to Steve that your knees supplicate more earnestly than the most pious of priests, your throat constantly pouring the sweetest profession of faith—the name of the most divine.
Even if the two of you were somewhere more private, and he was at least half as drunk as you were, it’s a bit blasphemous, Steve, that you fuck Bucky six ways to Sunday and call it religion.
Summary: It’s all professional, yes sir, no sir, Mr. Barnes. ‘Til she’s off the clock.
Warning: (legal) age gap, smutty thoughts, angst (if you squint), pining (of the mutual variety), fluff, language, maybe some other stuff
In the grand scheme of things, Y/N really does not have the time to be a babysitter. She barely has time to sleep with her schedule the way it is. But, alas, she needs money. Apartments aren’t cheap, even when splitting rent with two other people.
It isn’t as if babysitting little Will Barnes is a lot of work, because it’s not. He’s a good kid, as good as a seven year old can be. He does have his meltdown days and he’s a nightmare when sick. But most of the time, Will is a sweetheart.
She’s been babysitting him long enough that she can work her school schedule around him. He has school from nine to three Monday through Friday, so she makes sure her classes are always between those hours. There have been a few occasions where she’s had to miss a class to pick him up early if he got sick at school, but when you’re the babysitter for an Avenger, the professors tend to be pretty lenient with the absences.
Will’s dad is a superhero, one of Earth’s Mightiest. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky to friends. The Winter Soldier.
She admits that the first time they met, she was scared shitless. Granted, she was nervous anyway because she really needed the money and wasn’t the best interviewee. And Mr. Barnes was- still is- intimidating as hell. Observant, all-seeing blue eyes that melt for and only for his son. When not focused on Will, his gaze is stern and upsetting. Tall, thick all over in a muscular way that lets you know he can easily snap you in half. Smiles aren’t rare, necessarily, but they don’t come easily. A mess of dark hair that’s more often than not, tied back at the nape of his neck. When it isn’t, it dusts just under his ears.
TITLE: Blank Spots [13]
PAIRING: (Somewhat pre-established) Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader, could be seen as an OC.
REQUEST: Unprompted.
BLURB: After waking up at the base of a steep incline and nearly freezing to death, you stumble upon a group of strangers who swear up and down that they know you.
WARNINGS: Some creative license for amnesia, violence.
NOTE: I’m not sure about this chapter but I hope it’s a good read regardless! Thank you all for the patience lately.
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He was winning big and certainly wasn’t looking to hide it.
You had been watching him from across the saloon for a while now, nursing a drink and trying to look relaxed as you watched the man’s body language get more and more confident as the hands went on. Blackwater may not have been a place you knew all too well, but you knew he wouldn’t be getting this cocky over some pocket change. Unless he was drunk, but you doubted it.
Heading into town with some of the women from camp, it was a nice break from your usual running around. You also knew that Arthur was nearby, but you weren’t looking to get him involved in whatever you decided to do that night. Judging from the man you had been keeping an eye on, you figured he would eventually back off the table and stash his winnings somewhere, or you could pickpocket him at some point.
TITLE: Blank Spots [12]
PAIRING: (Somewhat pre-established) Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader, could be seen as an OC.
REQUEST: Unprompted.
BLURB: After waking up at the base of a steep incline and nearly freezing to death, you stumble upon a group of strangers who swear up and down that they know you.
WARNINGS: Some creative license for amnesia, light angst?
NOTE: Here’s the twelfth chapter of this. I hope the pacing is alright near the end, I struggled a bit but hopefully it’s good!
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“Well, turns out I was right. We got more places to visit.”
He hadn’t been gone more than a minute after you had watched him lower himself down onto the ledge, disappearing around the side of it to go find whatever was hidden on the side of it. You still felt shaky on your feet, hands shaking a bit but you were glad that Arthur brought with him a quick distraction. Arthur pulled himself back into the surface of the cliff, holding a worn piece of paper with some jewelry wrapped around his fingers. Letting curiosity try to drown out the tight feeling in your chest, you stepped closer to him as he opened up the map.
Looking upon the drawing there, the location didn’t stick out to you at all. It appeared to be pointing toward three structures, some sort of water source in the middle. It didn’t appear to be on top of a cliff again, thankfully.
“I know this place, too,” Arthur remarked after a moment, looking at the drawing again before nodding his head, “Ain’t too far, but it’s still a trek. Probably would have to make a day of it.”
Since this fanfic got completed, I figured it would be nice to have a post where you can access all the chapters without having to dig. (Idk maybe I’m overthinking but I’ll put it together anyway.)
Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader
Summary: Trelawny talked up a big game at a scenic boarding house and, playing some newly weds, you and Arthur are paying the price for it.
Warnings: It’s pretty tame, honestly? There’s some mild violence and shooting in later chapters but nothing too scary outside of romantic tension and fake marriage tropes.
The AO3 link is here if you prefer to read it there.
