#writing challenge; wmls

[mushgloomz]

moodboards & their titles (thanks to my homies that wanted to see them and inadvertently validated my hyperfixation ily @joelmillerisapunk @cuppajoel @letsgobarbs @bergamote-catsandbooks )

anticipation - dieter bravo x reader (rocky horror inspired)

dangers untold, hardships unnumbered - din djarin x reader (labyrinth inspired)

say ‘ahh’ - dave york x reader (little shop of horrors inspired)

electric ladyland - javi gutierrez x reader (hendrix inspired)

scriptures - joel miller x reader (fleabag inspired)

so yeah, these are all now added to my WIP list which continues to grow 🫦

[cuppajoel]

okkkkk, so I’ve seen this trend going around instagram and I’ve been obsessed and I thought it would be so interesting to bring it here 🥹 ‘Where my Lore Started’ moments from memorable/ nostalgic media which has stuck with me. notice the amount of heartbreak and yearning?? she’s been like this I’m going to be taking inspiration from moments in films, tv shows, songs etc that I love and write a drabble/ one shot or create a moodboard within the ppcu. The moodboard above is not an exhaustive list and I also want to point out that there’s a lot of straight white people up there!! For this reason, I would love to see some of the ‘lore’ that made you guys! I thought it would allow us to gush about our favourite films but also recommend things that others might not have seen and celebrate bipoc creators, films & media. If you’d like to take part in this lil thing please do!! Even if it’s just an explanation of some of your fave films! Also, pls pls tag me bc I want to see what has shaped your tastes and writing styles!! once you’ve done it, tag your faves! let’s share and be all kumbaya <3 I’m gonna be posting the first drabble based on an age gap relationship (Monica and Richard) between reader x modern day!marcus acacius

pls show me where your lore started! 🥹👉👈

1- When in Ancient Rome (Marcus Acacius x Reader) age gap fic inspired by Monica and Richard from Friends

np tags: @goodwithcheese @jolapeno @gothcsz @iknowisoundcrazy @lotusbxtch @likesomeoneinlovee @almostfoxglove @ohhoneypascal @myownwholewildworld @gothcsz

[solitudiante]

I’ve been gone for more than a hot minute (Sol, it’s been two months), so I wanted to give you guys a sneak peek on the things I’ve been working on! (Because maybe some people wanna know??? Like. Maybe???)

KINNPORSCHE

vicious & vulnerable vegaspete omegaverse

This baby will be all about flashback chapters soon, so I’m bulk-updating (expect four chapters to arrive in May) soon. 

Here’s what to expect in Chapter 8:

KinnPorsche TVTropes challenges

smoking while i'm running on my treadmill soulmate au Vegas and Kinn, genfic Chapter 2 is going to be up this month! Since this fic tends to have fewer chapter word count, I'll share the first two paragraphs just so it won't spoil the whole thing:

They’re staying at the same school. The only thing Papa says, when Kinn brought up but someone just tried to kill Vegas, was “Don’t kill them," said not to Kinn, but to Vegas.

Maybe it's meant to be a consolation prize. Either way, Vegas took it not as a warning to stay away, but as a guideline—don't kill them being the hard limit.

Also in the works: two femslash genderbend fics! KinnPorsche will get one fic, and VegasPete will get another. Also arriving in May, because this thing just needs a bit more polish <3 The KinnPorsche one is completely inspired by this fanart:

The VegasPete one is more.... VegasPete-y:

Other stuff that I'm also writing for the KP TVTropes challenge though I have no idea when it'll be finished: BigKen fic where Big knows that Ken is sus from the beginning and Ken responds by trying to seduce him

"Hey, isn't it weird that the people who shot us are all dead now? Guess karma exists, after all. Maybe we could spread some rumors, make a name for ourselves. Become this fearsome couple you know. BK." And then Ken thinks, out loud. "Wait that just sounds like Burger King."

Hogwarts AU KimChay where Kim is from a Thai-British family while Chay is an exchange student and they bond over their love of magical creatures (ft. slightly necromancy-inclined Porchay)

Porchay's first impression of Magical London is dust and musty smell. He'd like to blame it on the international floo, but he remembers what his hia said—"I feel like they should use the broom to dust the whole place down instead of flying around with them"—so he tries not to expect that this is going to be just a one-time thing, really.

KimArm fic where Arm's expertise in burlesque dancing is needed for a Kim Possible mission (sorry, i can't help it)

"So. I heard that you're really good at stripping." Arm twitches, almost wanting to blurt out, who told you? But this is Khun Kim, who he knows keeps sending phishing emails to both his cousins and brothers, with the only person who has yet to have their personal accounts broken into being Tankhun. Arm wishes he could claim that it was his due to his "immediate awareness of the threat posed by the delivered e-mail" as he writes in his report, but mostly, it was just Tankhun going, "Well, that's definitely not an email from Dior, the font’s all wrong. Hey Arm, we have a security breach!"

BIG DRAGON

take the steering wheel baby (but i'll set the pace) an entire rewrite of Big Dragon, which in the beginning was just supposed to a horny and funny romp but ya know it happened

YES THIS FIC IS STILL GOING TO BE UPDATED. I'm like way too invested now to just let it fall by the wayside. I wanna get this out in May (and tbh it's very likely to happen as well, since it's nearly done), so wml?? Here's a sneak peek of Chapter 6:

Yes, it is a funny fic but it's not being very funny right now :(

So, yeah, a bunch of stuff in the works, some will be out soon, and some will be languishing in the drafts for some time, but I hope you had fun reading these snippets anyway :3

[cuppajoel]

Rating: E 18+ only MDNI | Pairing: modern-day! Marcus Acacius x fem!reader Word count: 1.8k CW: modern day!Marcus Acacius, light brat-tamer vibes but not really, mostly just smut, v fingering (hey! Bring back fingering!!), one (1) p slap, p pronouns, Marcus likes roleplaying?, slight anal play, Marcus spits on ittt, grinding, he calls her my lady, legal age gap, no physical description of reader apart from she has a vagina and some pubic hair?

Summary: You start being a brat about how Marcus is old and he shows you why you should respect your elders.

a/n: hey! This is the first one shot from my “Where my Lore Started” series. This is an age gap fic based on the relationship between Monica and Richard from the TV show Friends. (See here & here for my inspo) If you’d like to take part in this wee prompt/ challenge pls do and tag me so I can see where your lore started!

graphics: @saradika-graphics

tysm to @iknowisoundcrazy for beta-ing this. This is my first fic back after like 5 months and I am real nervous to start posting again and you were so kind and encouraging! <3

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“How’d you get this one?” you trail your finger back and forth across his collarbone, your head resting on his chest, the thump thump thump of his heartbeat soothing your relaxed body. 

He exhales softly, lifting his head slightly to get a better look at the healed, raised skin. “Ummm…” His chest rumbles. You can tell he’s nearly sleeping but wants to answer your questions, just because you are the one asking them. “That one was when I broke my collarbone after jumping off the peer… the water was more shallow than first expected.” He kisses your head, his worn hand trailing up and down your arm. 

“Ouch…” you chuckle on an exhale, nuzzling your face into the patch of greying hair across his chest. You let your fingers trail circles around his bare upper half, noting which spots are more sensitive and which make him twitch. “You go peer diving a lot? I guess there wasn’t much else to do in Ancient Rome…” you shift, glancing up to his face with a smirk of defiance, and begin to brace for the consequence of your teasing comment. 

His eyes are still closed, the greying curls crossing over themselves around his ears. A steady, soft chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Let me tell you something about Ancient Rome…” he starts muttering into your hair, the hand that was soothing your arm stopping on your hip, his grip pulsing. “You see in Ancient Rome, people at my old age would be seen as knowledgeable… respected…” Marcus rolls off his back, flipping you both so that his weight and size hovers over your own. 

“I would probably be in a position of power…” He grabs your wrist and lays it above you, pinning it to the pillow. “A position of authority- a politician… a general, maybe.” He grabs the other wrist, repeating his actions and holding them together in one of his giant hands with ease. You watch as his breath becomes heavier, his pupils dilating so that his brown eyes somehow seem darker. Your breathing deepens, chest heaving up and down. You clear your throat, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

“And yooooou…” he draws back, his eyes raking down your naked form, stopping at your now stiff nipples, down to his hardening cock which rests against your stomach, and then back up to your face. “…you would be my lady, waiting for me to get home each night…” He pumps his hips slowly, the sensitive pink crown of his dick dragging across your belly button. 

”And when I get home…” he releases your wrists, dragging his blunt fingernails down your forearms, down each of your shoulders and palms you heavy breasts in his hands. He stops there for a moment, feeling the weight of them before pushing them together, fitting his head snuggly between them. “You would have ached for me. You would’ve felt so empty without my mouth and cock… and I would be famished after a hard day saving the empire.”

He flattens his tongue, dragging it slowly across your right nipple before sucking and then tugging with his teeth, only to switch and repeat the action on your left. You open yourself up, pushing your breasts further into him, causing him to exhale with a chuckle. 

Using his teeth he forges a path down your sternum to the softness of your stomach, his fingertips continuing to caress your ribs, hips and pelvis, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So being the kind and considerate person that you are…” he presses a kiss to the curls of hair on the mound of your pussy. “…my lady would feed me…” 

He draws his cheeks together, gathering the saliva in his mouth before spitting directly on your clit, using his middle finger to spread it around in deep, deliberate circles. Your body tenses, all feeling and concentration now pulled to your swollen bud. Your breathing deepens, as you stretch your arms further above your head, savouring this feeling.

“Marc-“

He stops, moving his fingers away from the spot where you need him the most, causing your brows to knit and a pathetic whine to fall from you. You crane your neck forward to meet his arrogant expression. You stick out your bottom lip, hoping to appeal to his charitable side. “Nuh, uh, uh, my lady… I’m the general. Let me hear you say it.” 

“Please, baby…”

Smack. A tight, sudden, sting rings through your wet cunt, sending waves of warmth through your legs and hips as Marcus smacks your pussy.

“Who am I?” He demands with a deep rasp in his voice.  He cocks his head to the side, his eyes twinkling sadistically, as he tries, and fails, to hide a chuckle. Asshole.

“General, please…” you exhale, raising your hips to try and meet his mouth which hovers just above you. 

“Please, what, my lady? Hmmm?” He wears a shit-eatting grin. “You need to tell me what you need. You need to feed your general. I’m starving.” He places the pad of his thumb on your now pulsing clit, not moving it, just placing an even pressure. His fore and middle fingers circling your entrance but not entering. They hover and torture. 

You open your eyes and shift, placing your hands on the bed behind you and pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You steady your gaze to meet the eyes of the man who’s enjoying this way too much. “General, I need you to eat me like I’m your last meal, please…” 

Without a word, Marcus begins moving the pad of his thumb, side to side like a joysick. He spreads his spit all around your clit as he groups his first three fingers together and pushes them inside you. You moan from your chest, your elbows buckling from under you, your head and neck crashing into the plush pillows below.

Marcus’ thrusts are steady, not fast and not slow- almost painfully regular but they’re deep; every time he enters, he curls his fingers to reach that spot inside of you that makes your bellybutton tingle. Still holding your gaze, Marcus lowers himself so that his face hovers above your aching core. “Ohhhh she’s so pretty.” He places a wet, opened-mouthed kiss on your clit, suckling it into his mouth. 

As he pulls away, he pulls at your clit with his mouth, swirling his tongue in short, lazy circles. You plant your feet on the bed, pushing off to lift your hips, trying to follow his mouth. 

With his free hand, Marcus grips you hip, pushing you back down to the bed. The three fingers inside of you still, him flexing them slightly which brings a deep, hot burn, making your stomach flip. With a whine, you stop wriggling, knowing you’ll get what you need if you follow your general’s rules. 

With deliberate slowness, Marcus withdraws his fingers from you, the sounds created signalling how unbelievably wet you are for this man. One at a time he sucks your wetness from his digits, eye-contact unwavering. 

He hums, eyes fluttering and smile growing before scooching himself down the bed. He lays flat on his stomach, adjusting your legs so that they hook over his shoulders, and drags you by your hips closer to his mouth. “You get so fucking wet for me, my lady… you’ve made such a mess already.”  His hot breath coats you, right where you need his mouth, causing you to writhe. 

Marcus flattens his tongue and licks up one side of your outer pussy and down the other side. Using the grip of your hips as leverage, he pushes his face further into you. His nose brushes your clit as his tongue circles the opening of your cunt. He holds it tense, pushing and pulling it in and out of you. 

You try gripping onto the sheets by your sides to keep grounded. Don’t cum yet, don’t cum yet. It’s so good that you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue. Shifting, Marcus holds your clit in between his lips and licks using the tip of his tongue. You gasp, your hands releasing the sheets and grabbing two handfuls of his hair, pushing against him more as your orgasm comes to its peak. As you clench, you roll your hips against his face. He again finds your fluttering opening, enjoying the fruits of his labour.

The earth feels like it’s stopped and like it’s moving too fast at the same time. You lift your neck to see the artist at work just as he lifts his gaze too. He gives you a wink and you feel him smile against you before returning to his feast. “Shit Marc- general…” His eyes lock to yours, dark and still full of amusement. “I don’t know if I can keep going…” you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling so that you might have a moment to recover. 

His brows furrow as he gives a simple shake of his head. “I’m still hungry… one more at least my lady.” He returns licking and sucking at your clit and you tug harshly on his locks to which he quickens his pace.

Looking past him to his tight, round, ass you can see his narrow hips shifting up and down as he grinds his cock against the bed. You feel his thick, grouped fingers push slowly into you again. They’re quick and move at the same speed as his hips. 

Marcus shifts, one of your legs falling from his broad shoulders as he uses the strength of his full arm to fuck his fingers into you. 

“Yes, General Marcus…” you almost laugh, the heel of the foot around his shoulder digging into his back.  This seems to inspire the general. Using his pinky finger, he slowly strokes the tight muscle of your asshole, causing you only to keen further into him. 

Faster and faster, Marcus thrusts his fingers deep into you whilst lightly teasing your ass. You can feel his thrusts on the mattress below you, his rhythm becoming more choppy. As if you weren’t already floating, he again sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth and your ears begin to ring. Your hips raise and you push your man further into your pussy as you fall further and further into bliss. 

Marcus continues to suck as you come down from your high. Then shifting, he straddles one of your legs as he strokes his swollen, weeping shaft slowly as he cums all over your spent pussy. He wets his lower lips with his tongue when he comes, savouring your taste as he brings himself to the brink.

You shift up onto your elbows once again, looking down at the mess he’s made. You now wear your own shit-eating grin that rivals the one staring back at you. You cock your head to the side and shrug softly. “Not bad for an old guy…” you let yourself fall backwards again, ready for another lesson in respecting authority.