#No Plot/Plotless

[aravenlovesfanfiction]

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[basicallyjaywalker]

Two Rights, Two Lefts

Also titled "It's My Flufftober and I Get to Publish the Silly OC Movieverse Fluff"

Prompt: "Left, Other Left!"

Length: 1,025 words

Character(s): Roxie, Jasmine

Summary: Despite her best efforts, Jasmine is still struggling with a simple dance step. Roxie has offered to help and make sure she doesn't fail her P.E. exam. Unfortunately, they continue to fail until Roxie has an idea.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Bull hybrid cowboy x chubby fem reader. He runs a little ranch all by himself no one for miles and her car just so happens to break down near his road. He offers her a ride into town but ends up kidnapping her. Would love it if he ties her up and shows her all the reasons why she should stay with him.

Hmm... Now do I write another hucow scene or don't I? Only kidding, you all know where this is going.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 34: Free Range

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: kidnap; dubcon; noncon; lactation; impregnation;

A/N: Thanks again for the steady stream of requests, you lot! Remember if you want to see something, want me to revisit a kink or scenario I've done before, or have a totally new idea, let me know and it'll probably happen!

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You loved that little shitbox of a car, mid 2000's spec, old enough to drink and still going strong. Up until about 5 miles back. You were on a tiny country road in the middle of the night, cruising at 60, when you heard an almighty bang followed by a jangling noise. Your revs went through the roof for a moment before you started to coast. By the time you stopped and inspected the damage you'd already figured out what happened. The jaunty angle of the gearstick and the lack of any resistance on it meant your gears were probably strewn across several hundred metres of road. At least your engine still worked so you had light, heat, and BBC 2.

You didn't, however have any phone signal.

So you sat in the layby in your car, idling the engine to keep the battery running and listening to the 80s. Sleeping in a running car seems like something that's probably illegal, but you figured if the police found you, they could probably give you a tow to go with the fine. Hopefully you'd make it to morning and then walk however far the nearest town is to call your insurance.

A horn behind you shocked you out of your thoughts. You looked around as a rugged 4x4 pulled level with you. A window rolled down and the driver motioned for you to do the same.

He was a bull hybrid, horns wreathing his head, a thick gold ring adorning his nose. "Need a tow?"

"Yeah, I think my gearbox is fucked" you smiled at him

"That'll do it for you, I can get you to town if you want, climb in"

You got out of your car and into his, grateful for the save. He hooked a rope from his car to yours and pulled away, your stricken vehicle in tow.

You didn't think anything of the route he took, country lanes are far too narrow to turn around in, especially in a big vehicle like this one, but you'd been travelling for a while. It's not like he wasn't charming, softly spoken with just a hint of an accent, apparently he had a herd of dairy cattle that he pastured around the area, and you were being regaled about the trade. The radio in the car gently playing some tiny local station or other, predominantly focusing on spinning old records and talking about the weather.

Suspicion set in when you turned off the road, he was taking you up a gravel track in the pitch-dark. He seemed to know the area pretty well but you figured that to get to civilization, you should probably be following the asphalt rather than abandoning it.

He pulled up at a house and turned off the engine, shoving the keys into his pocket "Come on, let's get inside"

You got out and bolted away from the house. You're not stupid enough to follow him in, you'd only just met!

He was faster than you. You'd barely made it twenty yards when you were tackled to the ground. The bull huffed as he tied your ankles together and hefted you over his shoulder. You hit and struggled against him, but he only chuckled at your assault. "Spirited, aren't you?" He opened his door and carried you over the threshold "You'll do fine here"

He put you down onto a plush sofa and sat in a chair opposite to you. Minutes passed in silence, you sullenly staring at him, him eyeing you up like a cut of meat.

"What will you do with me?" You spat at him

"Honestly, I'm not sure. You seemed like a soft townie when I picked you up. I'd thought maybe let you call for a tow, give you a coffee, and maybe a roll in the hay." He was still staring at you

"But?" You felt like there was a but coming

"But, you're not badly built, and you're not such a pushover. Now I'm deciding if I want a wife or not"

You recoiled at his comment "If you think I'm marrying you, you can fuck off!"

He shrugged and got up "Plan B then. With hips and tits like those you'll be a good fit"

He lifted you into a seated position and tore off your top, baring your chest and the rolls of your tummy. He grabbed one of your tits and hefted it "Natural, very good"

If looks could kill, you would've atomised him. As it was he merely met your gaze as he roughly inspected you.

"I was right, you'll do excellently" He picked you up again and swung you over his shoulder before carrying you outside. He crossed a field, not caring about your yelling and screaming for help. He knew nobody was around for miles, even if someone heard you they wouldn't be able to help you. He pushed open a barn door and carried you in, putting you down on a pile of straw "I'll see you tomorrow"

He left you there. The ropes were tied tightly around your ankles. You struggled against them until your fingers went numb to no avail. The other occupants of the barn stirred with your struggling. Your eyes were adjusting to the gloom, you could just about make them out.

They were other women. Some cow hybrids, some not. All of them plump, many pregnant. They looked at you with big doe eyes, curiosity on their faces as they regarded you.

The first one put her arms around you in a hug, then another and another until you were smothered in a dozen round women, their full breasts pressing against you as they started to doze off on you. Stuck there in the centre of the cuddle pile, you couldn't help your eyelids getting heavy, your head cushioned against a plush belly as sleep claimed you too.

You woke with the dawn. The other women mooing eagerly and dispersing around the barn. The bull man from last night opened the door and stepped in. He looked over at you before settling to work. One by one he attached milking cups to the other women, who each settled down contentedly as the machines pumped them, the milk being drawn into tanks at one end of the barn.

Finally he got to you.

"Enjoy your night?"

You spat at him. He laughed.

"Damn, I wish you'd reconsider being my wife. As it is, I can still put a calf in you." He lifted you and carried you to a fence, tying your arms to it before cutting your ankles free.

Your tits swung below you as he pulled your hips up and hiked your skirt up. He tore a hole in your tights, revealing your pussy. You screamed as he started to lick you, his thick tongue penetrating you already as he fingered your clit. You felt your skin flush as your body responded to him, getting wet and ready for him. His licking and stroking was drawing you in, until you quivered with a tearful orgasm.

You felt him straighten up behind you. He lay his cock on your back and you shivered with the length of it before he pulled back and started to ease the tip in, crooning as he went "You're doing great, girl, just a little more, a little more"

The sound of his voice was making you wetter than his tongue did. You whimpered from the fullness from his cock pushing slowly into you, stretching you out. Your hips were pushing back against him, sending waves of motion up your body. He started to push harder, move faster. Your whimpers turned to blissful sobs and whines as you sped towards your next orgasm, the length and girth of him getting you off all by itself. When he squeezed your hips it was too much. Your body tried to push back, but it didn't need to. He could feel your impending orgasm and hilted himself in you, tiny thrusts slapping his balls against your clit and driving you over the edge. He started to throb and pulse in you as your cunt clenched around him. His thrusts were fast and deep, he was close and wasn't going to cum anywhere but inside you. His pounding on your cervix was getting to you, as was his gripping your waist and your hips, and the jolting swaying of your tits. He pushed a hand between your legs and circled his fingers over your clit. You came again. This time he joined in. Your moans and grunts mingled as the other women watched you, still mooing in euphoria from being attached to the pumps.

He stayed inside you, his cock still giving occasional pumps of cum. His huge hands tracing patterns on your back and rubbing your aching muscles. Then he pulled out, and you heard a spatter of his cum fall out of you and onto the straw below. He cut your arms free and helped you off the railings, laying you on the straw.

"I treat my ladies well, you'll see"

A month has passed since you joined the herd. You spend your mornings hooked up to the milking machines, your afternoons lounging in the fields munching clover and enjoying the company of your new friends, then in the evenings Aaron, as you leaned his name, would often visit you and put another load in you. You're already late on your period, you just haven't told him yet.

Yeah, you're giving up some freedoms, and you're pretty sure you're getting dumber

But it sure beats your old job

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Postscript: A bit of an experiment in trying to split the difference between "awful human farm" and not being overly horrible to the POV character. Hopefully it hits the mark nicely. Who knows, I may do a continuation or a "what if" where it goes into fluffy marital sex between Aaron and Fem!Reader...

At any rate, this is your periodic reminder that my ask box and DMs are always open, and to not hold back on your requests! I'm not in the habit of airing anyone's dirty laundry so if you do cross some unforeseen line the worst you'll get is a no

[dovewingkinnie]

anime girl gets transported into a post apocalyptic reality

[yyprompts]

4# 🌙❤️🤍

love-confession-related prompts

"You know I'm not the type to that anything seriously but...I mean it when I say I need you."

"I thought I made it obvious that I'm smitten over you, even your friends said it was obvious..."

"I don't have a good history with relationships but I'd like to give it another shot again, for you."

"We do live in a loveless generation, but that doesn't mean we can't try to have something meaningful."

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep last night 'cause I was up late writing poetry about you."

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended that you waited so long to tell me."

"Well, now that my little brother already spoiled the surprise...yes, I am in love with you."

"You're loveless because you haven't given me a try yet."

"Come on, you knew from the moment you met me that I was gonna fall hard for you."

"All I'm asking is if we can go out sometime? Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?"

[xokittycat]

how to write book 📚

A) Game 👾 : Creative Sandbox

1. tropes + genres

2. brainstorming + moodboard + idea dump

B) Idea 💡 : Core Premise

1. Base Idea : What if … a world was powered by dreams, but people are running out of them?”

2. Conflict : Character vs .

3. Theme / Moral

C) Build a Story 🪵 : Templates Homework

1. character profile / conflict / arc

2. worldbuilding

D) Writing Process ✍️ : Execution

1. 3 act structure

2. Key Beats

3. Chapter Outline

[why-the-heck-not]

what I want is a completely plotless book/tv-show/movie with characters I like just chilling & living their lives. No plot. No obstacles. Just purely character interaction

[cheapbourbon]

Hunters Knight : proselytize

[getouyuri]

there’s like noooo geto longfics anymore… touches the dirt what happened here

[chososdiscordkitten]

lord Choso might need 2 parts if it gets any longer, Jesus Christ.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Would love a chubby fem reader who comes across a hurt monster (whatever you feel like writing for) in the woods and helps it. In return the monster drags her back to his den and breeds her. 🫶🫶🫶

Ask, and you shall receive, dear reader!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 27: The Wounded Beast

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: creampie; inflation; mild gore; size difference; enthusiastic consent; pregnancy mention; human X feral (fantasy);

A/N: Sometimes when I write asking you folks to ask for what you want to read, I get requests in return! I'm aiming to write one of these a day for a whole year! If you have an idea, it's pretty likely to get made if you only ask!

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You've been ranging these woods for years, today you're tracking a poacher. Since the council made this section of forest a monster sanctuary, bandits kept marauding through, trying to nab a few illicit heads to turn in for bounties. This bastard was leaving traps. You know you'll still be finding them for weeks after you get him, even if they do make it comically easy to track his movements.

You hear a clang, then a yelll. You break into a sprint. The your soft body rolling as you barrel through the undergrowth and over roots. People expect a ranger to be swarthy and limber, not be 200 pounds and built to toss cabers. Always surprises them to get blindsided by a woman twice their size. You burst through to where you heard the trap, a small cleared patch. The bandit got there before you, poor fuck. He'd probably expected to get a hobgoblin or a lurker. Caught in the jaws of his trap was a minotaur, a big, ornery alpha male. This beastie is covered in blood, only some of it his. It's gnawing on a femur, torn from the bandit currently strewn around the glade.

A wounded minotaur is the most dangerous beast in these woods. Thankfully you know a few tricks from living out here. You took off your top, baring your big tits before stepping out, bowing low and mooing as best as you can. If it thinks you're a cow it won't attack you, at least until it figures out the ruse. You make it to the trap. It's a simple bear trap, normally used by fur trappers up North. Maybe he was from there? You press down on either side of it, forcing the jaws apart and getting the minotaur's hoof out before allowing it to snap shut again. You knelt and inspected the wound. The big brute was barely hurt. Minotaur skin is tough, and their bones are like iron. A quick strip of cloth to keep the wound clean and you're on your way. Not a moment too soon either, it sounds like he's nearly done with his bone and you don't want to be next on the menu.

You turn to leave. A huge hand closes around your ankle. Your blood runs cold.

The beast hefts you above its head, dangling you upside-down and staring into your eyes. You'd never seen a minotaur so close up. You can feel its hot breath on your face, the smell of blood and rotten meat making bile rise in your throat. With a snort, it tosses you over its shoulder. You shake with his steps, even built as you are, he's carrying you like you weigh nothing at all. Nothing challenges him as he carries you back to his den.

It's quiet. Normally a minotaur bull would have a harem of cows, each kept in a state of permanent pregnancy by his frequent rut. This one must be young, and decided you were convincing enough to take with him. You feel him moving you off his back, yelping as he drops you onto the threshed floor. The grass is warm on your back. He's above you, huffing and grunting as his cock edged out of its sheath, long and thick, a pronounced flare at the tip. From here you can see his balls, as big as apples, churning in anticipation.

When in Rome, as they say.

You reach out to the twitching cock in front of you and start rubbing the shaft. His grunts got faster as soon as you touched it, the lengthening cock in front of you responding. The flare bulges before you, ready to start rutting into you, but you'll need some more prep of you don't want to hurt yourself. You pull off your trousers and rub at your pussy, spreading the wetness around. You start licking his flare, getting as much spit and drool over it as you can. Every bit of lubrication will help, and the thick drops of precum rolling out of him are definitely going to help. You can feel yourself dripping your own juices, the sound of you fingering yourself mingling with his grunts. You're as ready as you'll ever be.

You pull away from his cock and turn around, bracing yourself on the cave wall and presenting your rear to him, you've seen minotaurs rutting before, but never imagined you'd be on the receiving end.

He gripped your waist, taking great handfuls of your supple flesh and lining himself up. You're on your tiptoes, and can tell he's aiming downwards to get at your pussy. You arch your back as he forces the flare in, stretching your cunt around it. You stay there a moment. This must be his first time, he's getting used to you before he fucks you properly. A roll of your hips reminds him what to do as he grips harder and lifts you up. You're pulled upright as he holds you above his cock, moaning as you're lowered down onto it. Your legs twitch as he hits your cervix, skewering you on his cock before lifting you up again. He's picking up speed, lifting and dropping you, using you like a cocksleeve to get off. Your hands aren't idle either. One is groping at your tits and the other rubbing your clit faster and faster, delighting in being filled so thoroughly. He drops you down hard, forcing the air out of you and bringing you to a gasping orgasm. You start squeezing with your pussy, desperate to feel him fill you with his cum. You don't have to work too hard. He grabs your tits as he leans over, keeping you pinned to his belly as his cock spurts straight into your womb. You can feel the huge flare plugging you up as he fills you. Your needy womb fills fast from the sheer volume he pumps into you, starting to bulge and distend as you cum again from the feeling of the hot seed pumping into you, jet after jet.

He keeps you clutched to him. The cock in you isn't deflating yet, still twitching and spurting occasionally, the volume of semen in you causing some to leak out around him. Your legs are dangling uselessly below you, you're held up entirely on his cock. You can feel it start to shift and retract. Pulling gently out until the flare comes out of you with an audible pop. A gush of thick cum and a gasp from you accompany it. He sits and lays your head in his lap, playing with your hair as his cum leaks out of your pussy.

Being a minotaur's wife doesn't seem so bad, on reflection

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And that's another one in the bag!

Again, if you want me to write anything, anything at all, ask, ask, ask! If you don't ask you might not get, and if you send an anon ask, you can get me to write as many as you like! I won't know it's the same person asking, now will I?

Also, do we prefer fantasy stories or sci fi? I can't guarantee the line won't blur occasionally, but it'll be nice to gauge interest

[internetskiff]

WATCHER SPOILERS

(TL;DR GUY NERDS OUT OVER THE STARTING SECTION OF THE WATCHER + MENTIONS OF LATE GAME CONCEPTS)

Kind of coming out swinging with spoilers right out the gate here but GOD the Watcher's beginning section is straight up masterful. An actual master-class in toying with your emotions and expectations. NONE of the promo material shows Watcher in any of the base game regions, so the prevalent assumption was that you'd start out with the Watcher already in the new set of regions with the FP/LTTM local group being largely irrelevant, so when you come out of Hydroponics into fucking INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX it's just such a bewildering experience. It also immediately plants a set of easily achievable goals right into your head - either head to Moon, Pebbles, or for one of the nearby Echoes and work your way up from there. Familiar rooms, familiar food, familiar creatures. No reason to suspect anything's out of the ordinary.

But then the cracks start to creep through. On your trek to either of the Iterators you'll start to find patches of Rot that intensify until you eventually have to make peace with the fact that not only can you not access either of them, but there's a possibility that both of them are either dead or heavily diseased to the point that perhaps its preferable not to see what became of them. Your only option is to seek out the Echoes you can access.

Except, um, whoops! Those are gone too! And they've been replaced with a dimmer, smaller Echo with an unfamiliar manner of speech. They're not nearly as articulate as their peers and their thoughts seem to be all over the place. It creates this really unsettling effect because this is a complete stranger and, unlike the other Echoes who muse on about their own prior life, this one's bombarding YOU with inquiries and chatter. At first it isn't even clear what this thing's origin is - my first playthrough I straight up thought this thing is an echo-ified Rot Cyst.

And then they send you back with ZERO karma gain, and once you step out of the starting room you realize that the world around you has become diseased, and it's not out of the question that it's only going to get worse the more Echoes you find. Is this thing directly responsible for spreading the Rot, or was it always destined to get worse with this new acquaintance simply zipping you forward in time? The answer is pretty clear as you progress through the campaign, but those were the sorts of questions racing through my head as I experienced the beginning parts of the DLC for the first time. It actually made me sort of afraid of that Echo for a decent chunk of my playthrough.

It turns the whole experience into a brief game of hide and seek with this childish ghost, and the more you find them the more the worse this world-eating sickness becomes. And eventually, maybe exactly like you, this Echo itches for a change of scenery, and simply whisks both of you far away. This set of locations you're so deeply familiar with - gone, just like that, and you're left to process the fact that while you're gone the Rot will only continue to grow and fester with you being utterly incapable of stopping it. You have no idea if you'll come back. You will, of course, but you won't like what you see.

It's already been said often that a major theme of the Watcher is Childhood, and going off of that I think the particular mechanic of the Rot devouring worlds ties into a theme of Growing Up. Specifically, the way that process may toy with your memories and perception of locations you've grown familiar with. Everything grows warped, twisted, duller and darker the more you revisit each region you've infected either deliberately or by complete accident. Creatures grow unfamiliar and revolting while the land itself seems like it wants to snuff you out and eat you. This doesn't feel quite like home anymore, and you're not sure if it's something you could MAKE into a home either. The fact it all relates to a character you meet later on is also peculiar. Arguably, the Prince may symbolize a figure in someone's life who is directly responsible for the tarnishing of their memories. Even if he doesn't mean to, he's changing your perception of the familiar. Toxic friendship. Not necessarily because either party is malicious (I'm not certain the Prince is capable of deliberate malice given his nature), simply because they aren't good for eachother.

I just wonder how these themes might culminate in the final, missing ending they said would be added at some point down the line. There's already a treasure trove of things to unpack, and we aren't even done yet. It's such a fascinating spin on Rain world's formula and I love how it conveys its story through so much more than simple NPC dialogue infodumps. Infinitely excited to see how they wrap things up.

[loadingbones]

Mr Holy Yapper

Yeah I’m writing them being cute ♥️ yeah Ludwig is probably buzzing after being on the hunt and comes back to his tired partner who was fast asleep and is tryna have a convo with him but man is exhausted

And Dain mention because I can

If u want my other fanfics,,,,

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Loadingbones

[yyprompts]

#43 🌙🖤🤍

You find a lipstick on the floor of a concert bathroom while inebriated, and end up taking it home with you. When you get home, you decide to write on the mirror with it for fun, and pass out. When you wake up in the morning, you realize what you wrote is now occuring.

[keylimeart]

head office can't get mad at you for subtly flirting, right?

[stoopkidlisteningtocsh]

"Omg nothing happens in this movie/book like theres zero plot what the po-"

Shut the fuck up and tell me the name right now im so serious i NEED IT PLEASE I MUST HAVE IT NOW