#Writing Bingo

[itsfirecat]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[almakrowan]

Due to popular demand, here are versions for "I wanna draw" AND "I wanna write" Bingo cards for 2025!!! 🥰❤️

✍️fill it with your art goals (what drawings you want to make this year, what do you want to practice - what writing goals you want to reach)

🥇for every bingo you get you're entitled to a treat 🏆for scoring all fields you're entitled to a big treat!

[monsterfucktoberbingo]

Monsterfucktober 2024 Bingo Card (Preview)

Hello everyone and thanks for being patient with us as we get ready for the event for 2024!

While the final card with full art is not quite ready yet, we did want to provide at least a preview so participants can start planning their bingo fills. The finalized card, with full art from @gil212, will be posted to the blog on October 1, just in time for the event to start!

On that note, none of the square placements will change between now and October 1, so feel free to start creating now if you haven't already!

For those who need the image ID, here are the prompts in order from left to right, top row to bottom row:

Row 1 - Gorgon, Plant Creature, Satyr, Siren, Bunny

Row 2 - Dullahan, Cyborn, Demon, Selkie, Eldritch

Row 3 - Dragon, Symbiote, Free Space, Sphinx, Valkyrie

Row 4 - Gargoyle, Werecreature, Spider, Naga, Vampire

Row 5 - Mothman, Elemental, Tentacles, Mimic, Kaiju

Any questions? Send us an ask, or check out our FAQ!

[storiesofsvu]

Kattsholidaybingo2024

Yup!!! It's that time again!!

Prompts are all winter/Christmas/Holiday related! They do NOT have to specifically be Christmas, you can write/create about ANY holidays/traditions that occur this time of year!

More details and rules under the cut!

Submissions can be anything, ranging from a moodboard, a fic, bullet point headcanons, gif sets, social media AU's, a one shot or you could link each square together and make each one chapter of a series.

Prompts are all up to interpretation! You can make them into whatever genre you would like to! Let the creativity flow! We all love super spicy smut, tooth rotting fluff or heart breaking angst! Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings AT THE TOP of the post by the summary and in the tags. And PLEASE no censoring of tags ala tik tok style. Those hinder not help!

Fics can be done in any style/whatever you prefer! Ships, reader insert, OC's, mix and match throughout. Crossovers from different shows/fandoms, stick with one, try out something new, it's all welcome and encouraged!

As per usual, EVERY fandom is welcome and included, there are no limitations to what you can create for this! We all just want to have some fun and see some cute holiday things!

Rules:

You must tag me ( @storiesofsvu )

Use the hashtag #kattsholidaybingo2024 on each creation and I will put together a masterlist (either as we go or when it's all done)

Bingo begins November 28th and runs until January 16th.

You may only submit ONE creation PER DAY and only one square per creation.

Include all and every appropriate warnings at the top of the fic near the summary.

Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore

Only tag the PAIRING characters of your fic and the main fandom, not every single character involved in your story

If you are participating in the bingo please do your best to share with your friends and reblog other's creations! <3

There will be a prize this time around!!

If you have any questions please feel free to message me!

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Tagging some people who might be interested! (you do not have to be tagged to participate, everyone is welcome!)

@mickey-gomez @rustyzebra @prurientpuddlejumper @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @wannabe-fic-writer @bumblebear30 @witches-unruly-heart @plaidbooks @bullet-prooflove @whiteberryx @iamnotoriginalphil @multifandomme @alwaysachorusgirl @melk917 @happenstnces @five-bi-five-main main @leftoverenvy @virescent-v v @blackbird-brewster @baubeautyandthegeek @thehauntingofbasingse @hotchfiles @hotchs-big-hands @lesbehonestsstuff @aubvrns @peonies-writes @valentinesfrog @cabensonsgirly @msschemmenti @ridalso @chimnlex @maximoffcarter @daddy-heather-dunbar @demonicbaby666

[fandom-free-bingo]

Fandom Free Bingo - Gingerbread Edition

Note: From the end of December, we will no longer be reblogging fills from Flight Edition Cards. The AO3 collection will remain open indefinitely, however, and any Tumblr post that fills Flight prompts and any prompt from a later edition will still be reblogged on those grounds. This means that posts covering exclusively Frosty and/or Flight Edition prompts will no longer be reblogged <3 Now, on to December!

- Turnaround time is hopefully no longer than a week. If you've been waiting longer than this, please feel free to reach out! - Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish - the world is your oyster! <3 Note: Terms with a stereotypically applied gender (e.g 'Princess', 'king') are not gender-restricted! Some things are just hard to make gender-neutral, especially in limited space. Gimmie those boy princesses and nb kings to your hearts content. <3  - No restriction to one prompt per fic/chapter.  - You can merge this event with others, so long as the other event permits this.  - Please mark rating clearly, and use CW where applicable. Posts not adequately marked will not be reblogged. We love you folks, and all the work you produce, but we get a lot of reblogs and have lives outside the event - we don't always have the time to be chasing down ratings or fandoms ;-; - Use the tags #FandomFreeBingo and #Fandom Free Bingo: Gingerbread Edition, and tag @fandom-free-bingo on tumblr for a reblog - don't forget to also add in the pairing/characters, rating, the fandom and the warnings in the tags please <3  - The eleventh event (Gingerbread Edition) sign ups will run until December 31st, 2024. Feel free to post after this date, however - works will be reblogged until November 30th, 2025, and the Ao3 collection will be open indefinitely.  - A maximum of FOUR cards per participant. - This season we are offering BOTH 5x5 and 3x3 cards - please let us know which you would like!    - All media forms, fandoms and original works are welcome!  - You can request square changes twice (of any number), for up to a week after the card is issued.  - Be respectful to other participants.  - Be kind to us!  - Ao3 collection can be found here!

Sign up here!

@thebigbangblogproject

[killacharacterbingo]

Transfusion Reaction

A blood transfusion is a medical procedure in which blood external to the body is added to it intravenously. They are usually performed in case of blood loss, surgery, or low blood components. It is primordial that the blood of the recepient be drawn and tested to ensure the donated blood is compatible.

If the blood is not compatible or is somehow infected, it is possible to have a reaction to a transfusion. There are different types with different symptoms depending on what is causing the body to react.

To name a few, acute hemolytic reaction occurs when the antibodies of the donated blood are incompatible with the recepients'. Allergic reactions happen when the recepient's immune system reacts to antigens or allergens in the donated blood. Transfusion-related acute lung injury occurs when the donated blood's plasma contains antibodies that damage the recepient's lungs. And septic reaction takes place when the donated blood is in some capacity infected.

It is also possible to overload someone on blood. Giving someome too much blood (transfusion-associated circulatory overload) can kill them, as it forces the heart to over-exert itself.

Generally speaking, transfusion reactions aren't deadly. They can be managed rather well by modern medicine and are generally caught on time if the person experiencing it reports their symptoms early. However, they can still be life-threatening and lead to death.

A transfusion reaction may take place hours after the transfusion has taken place, or up to a month following it.

[writerpolls]

[idlingintheimpalapodcast]

New Episode Alert: Let’s hear it for the writers! Interview with fandom challenge creators, Kym and Stacey

Happy 2025 folks! Hope everyone had a nice holiday season. It's back to reality for Kasey & Sandra this week, back to work & real life & responsibilities. Boooo

BUT!

It's also the start of season 4 of Idling in the Impala!!

Opening up the year is a brilliant interview with two amazing people. This week we're chatting to Kym (@deanwinchesterswitch) and Stacey (@princessmisery666) about all things writing challenges & running them.

Kym moderates @jacklesversebingo and Stacey started @alphabetquest year. Both are still ongoing so make sure you check them out when you're done listening and give the participants some love! (Maybe you'll spot your fav host's names in there too😉)

Listen on Spotify Watch on Youtube:

Chapter Timestamps 00:00:00 - Intro 00:02:34 - The origin story of Kym and Stacey 00:04:39 - What makes a great lifelong fandom friend? 00:06:37 - How friends influence creativity 00:08:25 - Cheerleading friends become fanfic instigators 00:11:10 - The Supernatural fandom - then versus now 00:14:31 - The Stamp of Approval Discord server 00:20:44 - Other ways to collaborate? 00:25:22 - The micro vs macro aspect to challenges 00:29:54 - The search for a fanfic space 00:33:27 - All about Alphabet Quest 00:49:52 - The Jensen of it all - Jacklesverse Bingo 00:56:31 - Creating community within challenges 00:59:05 - Kym’s decision to run a second bingo round 01:00:20 - The opportunity for engagement and connection 01:03:15 - Any changes in Kym’s second bingo round 01:06:42 - Do the challenger creators have time to create? 01:13:51 - Hopes for fellow creators 01:17:57 - The waning of SPN fandom 01:22:23 - Closing thoughts 01:29:54 - Outro

[wip-by-the-month]

So this is your first Bingo board!

It's pretty random, there is really no topic I was going off of, a good mix of soft love, tension and gore. Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to tag your stories with #wip by the month

[supersnaill]

Made a thing!

I challenge @baradesign, @desiperc, @clockwise-works, @only-by-the-stars and @echogekkos-writes to do the bingo and tag your friends! :3

Anyone who wants to do it can, as well! :D

(Btw, 100k< means 100k< WORDS)

[sdbingo]

SEASONAL DELIGHTS BINGO - SPRING EDITION 💐

For this year's spring season, we have decided to go with the theme 'language of flowers'.

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TYPES OF PROMPTS

flower prompts - almost each and every flower has a different meaning hidden behind it, or they symbolize different things and so for these kind of prompts, you get both a color and a flower as a prompt in one square and their meaning along with it. (for example; red roses, blue tulips, white lilies... if you ask us to do so, we will also send a small list of meaning  for each flower that is on your card)

spring prompts - spring themed prompts

general prompts - the prompts which were used for 'winter wonderland' bingo along with a couple of other extra's that were added through out the season of winter. general prompts are also divided into four smaller sections; - romantic & fluffy prompts,  - angsty & whumpy & 'scary' prompts,  - cinematic & video game & literary prompts, - dialogue & lyric & quote prompts.

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This time we have two different themes (secret garden & flower bouquet) and two different versions of both of the themes (light & dark).

Every participant is able to request up to two cards.

The tags that we ask that you use for us to be able to re-blog your posts are; #seasonaldelightsbingo, #languageofflowersbingo (don't forget to tag @seasonaldelightsbingo too!)

💐 Posting period starts on march 1, 2024 till june 30, 2024.

💐 The sign up form is only available till march 15, 2024.

'Language of Flowers' Bingo Sign Up Form

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

The German and the American

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Winter x Greg (Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> After Tony learns the truth of his parents' demise, he makes it his mission to destroy the Winter Soldier. Fortunately, the Soldier has someone on his side.

Or: Bucky's time in Russia serves him well.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 4620

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Post-Civil War strife, hunted man, gagged and dragged. Smut.

𝐀/𝐍 -> For my sweet sailor - a German of a different kind, though just as magical. Please read the warnings. Check it out below, or on AO3 here!

Prompts used; - ‘Anonymous Sex’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo; - ‘“Kneel For Me.”’, ‘Paying Debts’ – @avengers-assemble-bingo; - ‘Suddenly Toe Sucking (Unexpected/Undisclosed Kinks)’ – @badsexbingo; - ‘German’ – @secretcrypticevents Bingo;

- ‘Face Fucking’, ‘Oral Sex’, ‘Standing Sex’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition); - ‘Rough Sex’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Flight Edition); - ‘Last of Your Kind’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition); - ‘Crush or Gender Goals?’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Gingerbread Edition); - “Were You Spying on Me?!” – Fandom-Free Bingo (Gingerbread Edition); - ‘Saved By a Beautiful Stranger’, “What Did I Tell You? Quiet as a Mouse.” – Fandom-Free Bingo (Tolkien Edition); - ‘Forest Birds’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Tolkien Edition); - “I’m Sorry, Who Are You?”, ‘Giving Themselves Up or Keep Coming Back’ – @julybreakbingo (6x6); - ‘Dry Orgasm or Wet and Messy’ – July Break Bingo (Summer).

Even in my speed, I made less sound than my pursuers. But they had the advantage - the chopper overhead tracked my body heat, driving the circle of gun-toting militants ever closer.

Goddamn Stark and his money…

I was no stranger to being on the run. I’d evaded armies and governments and mercenaries, and I’d put down more targets than I could count – or even remember – without attracting a scrap of attention.

But I’d never had a furious, vengeful billionaire baying for my blood before now.

The forest birds grew quiet as my armed noose tightened, their attempts at silence making my eyes roll despite the danger.

Until a hand clasped over my mouth, pulling me bodily against a hard chest as I struggled, boots kicking up dry leaves.

“Stop,” a quiet, accented voice growled in my ear. “They will find you.”

No matter how I struggled and strained, I was helpless, eyes widening in panic as a horrified realisation dawned.

Someone must have figured it out.

The only person who had been a match for me a battle of strength since HYDRA had toyed with me was Steve – until now.

If anyone had the resources and intelligence to do it, it would be Howard Stark’s son…

The arm around my waist tightened and I stumbled as they pulled me backwards, supporting my body weight effortlessly when I lost my footing. Branches and brambles tore at my clothes, probing and snagging, and I grunted against the palm over my mouth when thistles scraped against the mangled stump at my shoulder.

I hissed in surprise as I was pulled downwards, dragged into a dank hole in the ground, wet earth scoring along the back of my calves. The spot of sunlight receded as I was forced into the dark, the sounds of my pursuers becoming muffled, my feet shifting in an effort to find purchase and halt my unanticipated descent.

My heel snagged on a root and my captor sprawled as I was jerked free, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from growling as pain flared through my ankle. No sooner had I fought my way to my feet, however – scrambling in the darkness – than fingers closed around the injured site, followed by a body covering mine as I was pulled flat once more, pressing me into the earth and filling my nose with the scent of wet dirt.

“Enough,” they spat, a knee on the base of my spine holding my wriggling form down. “I am trying to help. Stop fighting me.”

“Let me go – face me like a man,” I snarled, struggling to free my arm from where our combined weight had pinned it beneath me.

“I am not interested in fighting you!” they snapped, a hand finding the space between my shoulder blades to halt my squirming. “I am saving your life – if you would only let me!”

Tired from straining against this seemingly immovable mass – and reluctantly acknowledging that the only harm that had been done here was that which I’d caused myself in my struggling – I slowly fell still, panting hard against the dirt. “Fine. Just- Get off me.”

They waited for a moment longer, seeming weighing up any possible risk I posed, before slowly shifting their weight from me, allowing me to drag myself into an uncomfortable sitting position, squinting into the darkness. Despite my enhanced eyesight, the sun was too distant to make out anything more than a vaguely humanoid shape, crouching opposite in the narrow tunnel.

“Who are-”

They turned and continued along the slow decline, almost silent, moving with a speed borne of familiarity. With one last, uncertain glance over my shoulder at the pinprick of daylight, I began to follow, my hand trailing along the wall to steady myself.

It took several minutes of blundering in the darkness for to realise that the top of my head was no longer skimming the roof of the tunnel. Slowly, hesitantly, I straightened my legs, my spine creaking and grinding in protest as I stood upright. Moving forward was easier without the added difficulty of being bent double, and I soon felt the ground cease its decline beneath my feet, becoming drier and firmer.

Next came the light. Not much, at first – just the sudden awareness that I could make out my fingers still trailing along the wall of the tunnel, ghostly pale in the darkness. It took only a dozen paces more to begin to see the dim glow ahead.

I rounded a corner and the light intensified, flickering on a dust-strewn floor, candles and torches shifting in an infinitesimal breeze. The creature – the man – stood before me, unabashed by his nudity even as I averted my eyes. But I found myself quite unable to keep my gaze away, trailing over broad shoulders and defined muscles with automatic appreciation.

His own eyes, as deep russet as the ground he inhabited, bore into mine.

His head cocked and he paused for a moment, hyperfocused, before relaxing into an easy smile. “What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. They have lost your trail.”

The smug self-confidence made me glower, unimpressed. “You can hear them?” I scoffed incredulously when he nodded, focusing my own senses along the winding tunnel we’d followed. I could pick out the movement of creatures in the dirt and his steady, unconcerned heartbeat.

“They were getting close. Would have caught you. You are welcome,” he added, brows knitting together in irritation at my lack of gratitude.

“I never asked for your help,” I snapped back. “I’m sorry – who the hell are you, anyway?”

The furrowed brow shifted, one raising. “Am I so forgotten in the world of men that even a Russian doesn’t recognize a German?”

“I’m American,” I corrected, “And you don’t sound very German.”

“Not ‘German’,” he echoed, mirroring my emphasis, “Ger-man. A weather spirit. Even if you are not Russian, you are one who knows much of Russia. How is it that my kind have fallen so far from Siberian minds?”

I shrugged a shoulder, irritated by his maudlin detour. “Well, yes – I’ve spent a lot of time here, but I wasn’t exactly sitting around listening to fairy stories and myths. You’re insane, and I have to be going, so if you don’t mind-”

I’d turned back toward the tunnel as I spoke, but as soon as I stepped from the room, a fierce wind whipped down the passage, sending me sprawling unceremoniously on my ass.

“Leave if you wish,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “But do not dare insult the one who saved you.”

I looked over my shoulder as the wind died, finding him stood over me with a scowl, hand lowering, and my mouth worked wordlessly. “… There’s no way,” I muttered eventually. With a smirk, he flicked his fingers in my direction, and I yelped as a brief but intense squall fell upon me, quickly soaking me to the bone and leaving me trembling with cold – and, I admitted distantly, fear.

“Who are you?” I asked again, quieter now, and with – embarrassingly – a hint of reverence. “How did you know that I needed- that I was being hunted? Were you spying on me?”

Another shift of his hand raised the temperature, my shivering subsiding, and his eyes narrowed infinitesimally as he considered me. “I know all who pass through my lands,” he replied at length, ignoring the first of my questions. “I have no need to ‘spy’, as you call it. The weather sees all. I recognized you the moment you stepped foot over my borders – different than before, but still the Cнежинка Cолдат – the snowflake soldier. More, in some ways. Less in others,” he added, sparing a glance and a sad smile for the ruined remnants of my left arm.

But I was blind to his sympathy, fingers curling into a fist by my side as I got quickly to my feet, a growl building in my chest. “So you are one of them. HYDRA. Another experimental attack dog doing their dirty work, huh? So what now – you drag me back to them and I have to do it all again – the brainwashing, the killing?” My voice had risen to a shout, dust and dirt raining lightly upon us, but he looked unmoved, which only added to my anger. “Well, I won’t! Do you hear me? I won’t go! I’ll die first. I’ll die before I let them-”

I’d moved closer in my fury, a heavy blow arcing toward the maddening creature’s head. But he caught my fist without the slightest indication of effort, halting my assault, both verbal and physical.

“I am not of those humans,” he answered quietly, his gaze soft and sincere as it met mine. “Not one of them, nor one of their creations. I am older than any one of them – older than the organisation, older even than the word itself. I predate humanity, let alone their petty cluster.” With a shrug, he released my hand, leaving me to flex my fingers uncomfortably. “My kind goes where they like, or where they are needed. You passed through my territory further north many times – though you were less then. Less… Colour,” he offered after a moment, frowning.

“Less colour seems right,” I agreed reluctantly, grimacing. “Less myself, certainly.”

With a nod, he squatted in the dust, inclining his head for me to join him. I was intrigued despite myself, and found myself mirroring his position opposite. Once more, I tried to keep my eyes from roaming over thick thighs and the sharp cut of his jaw, confusion bubbling inside me. I wasn’t sure if I longed to fuck him or be him, or some combination thereof.

He smirked as I blushed and averted my eyes once more, elbows resting on his knees. “Does nudity bother you, Cнежинка Cолдат?”

There it was again – Snowflake Soldier. The same name, but different somehow. I scowled at the heat in my cheeks, glowering. “Not in appropriate setting,” I snapped back, and he laughed aloud.

“Oh? And what ‘setting’ is that?” he pressed, making me squirm with embarrassment.

“Don’t play coy,” I replied, glaring. “It isn’t cute.”

His grin widened, white, even teeth glinting in the candlelight and sending a chill down my spine. “You seem flustered.”

“No.”

“Hm.”

I looked down, ignoring the amusement in his voice, and trailed a finger through the dust absently. “Thanks. For, uh… You know. Helping.”

He let out another low chuckle, pushing himself to his feet once more and stalking around the space thoughtfully. “You’re very welcome. Once upon a time, I was looked upon quite fondly. It is nice to feel useful again.”

“What did you do?” I prompted, curious about the seemingly ageless creature before me. His paces stuttered, a gentle frown briefly marring his features before it flickered and vanished, his cockiness returning.

“Oh, you know. Nothing too special – weather stuff. But, oh…” His smile returned once more, eyes turning misty as he remembered. “My kind were worshipped. Revered.”

“You were?” I prompted, unable to keep from sharing his grin at the ethereal joy gracing his features, and he nodded.

“Offerings, prayers, vigils… There were these dolls that they used to make – clay and woven grass, and ceramic and glass and metal as the times begin to change. And they often showed their appreciation after we brought the rains, too,” he added, smirking, and he raised a suggestive eyebrow when I simply blinked blankly, bringing a blush back to my cheeks.

“Oh.”

He snorted and nodded again, offering a sheepish shrug. “It was considered a great honour to lay with a German. Women would beg for the privilege.”

I scoffed, one eyebrow arching. “You certainly have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?”

His grin broadened, and he turned his back to me, kneeling to shift through long grasses at the perimeter of the room. My eyes instinctively followed the taut muscles of his back, teeth tugging gently on my lip as my gaze skirted the curve of his ass, both envious and aroused. When he straightened, I dropped my eyes quickly, grateful for the object in his hands upon which to focus my attention.

Moving to squat before me once, he offered the item to me, and I turned the statue over in my fingers gently, murmuring in surprise. “This is amazing…”

My hands shifted, and I gasped aloud with amusement and shock, quickly reddening. “That’s, uh…”

“Pronounced?” he offered, smirking, and I barked out a laugh.

“Pronounced,” I agreed, eyeing up the statue’s emphasised phallus reaching almost to his knees.

“A great honour,” he reminded me, his grin widening. “And an experience that they would never forget.”

Despite the voice in my head repeating that I shouldn’t look, really, don’t do it, don’t- I found my eyes flicking between his thighs where he squatted before me. His flaccid length was impressive, but not as surreal as the statue had suggested.

I feel like I’ve been slapped, there’s so much blood in my face…

“It’s somewhat emphasised,” he acknowledged, shaking his head in amusement, “though I’ve never had any complaints.”

“Is that why you saved me?” I asked, eyes narrowing as the thought struck me suddenly. “You’re becoming forgotten, and you wanted a way to get your dick wet again?”

His face became impassive, one eyebrow arching coldly. “I saved you because helping people is what I do. As I’ve said – you’re free to leave whenever you like.”

My lip found its way between my teeth, and I worried it uncertainly, a new kind of shame prickling uncomfortably under my skin at his offense. “I… I’m sorry,” I murmured, head lowering. “And- and I really am grateful. I… Don’t think I’d have been able to get out of there without you.” My hand found his arm, soft and unsure. “Thank you.”

Our gazes locked, and he offered me a weak smile. “It’s an honour to be of service again,” he replied quietly, tentative fingertips petting my hand.

“I’m… That is… I’m happy to repay my debt. However you’d like,” I added timidly, warmth flushing my cheeks once more.

There was a brief, shocked pause, and his eyebrows raised. “I only lay with eager and willing participants – not those who do so under duress or a sense of obligation, or-”

“No!” I interrupted quickly, hand tightening in alarm. “I- no, I- I was reluctant when I thought I didn’t- that there wasn’t- that is, that I didn’t have much choice.. But if it’s truly up to me…” I trailed off and flushed deeper, eyes lowering shyly.

“You’re sure?” he murmured, and I met his gaze once more as I swallowed dryly.

“I’d consider it a great honour,” I breathed, the teasing note to my voice falling flat as the air seemed to grow thicker around us.

And then he was knelt before me, his weather-roughened hand holding my jaw with unexpected tenderness as his mouth found mine and I let out a quiet whimper of surprise and pleasure, his lips twitching in a smirk. My own fingers moved to curl against the nape of his neck, resting there only for a moment before he drew back, pupils blown wide.

“Kneel for me,” he whispered.

Since I’d been freed from HYDRA control, I resented orders. Commands and demands had been met with a deadly glare; anything less than an entirely optional request was almost guaranteed to find me stubbornly doing the exact opposite.

But this order, issued so tenderly and with his fingertips ghosting affection over my jawline, I felt no drive to baulk. I could only nod, transfixed by the depth of desire in his eyes, and move without any thought of complaint or disobedience.

He stood before me and glanced down, humming as he considered the dirt streaking his body. His hands danced in a delicate, captivating display, filling the air around us with beads of water that coalesced into perfect droplets before swirling around him, his form becoming hazy through the self-summoned shower.

When the fine mist cleared, his skin shone, sun-kissed despite the cold climate he inhabited. I pressed trembling fingertips to his abdomen, finding the taut flesh damp and cool to the touch, mesmerised into silence. With a soft purr, his hand tangled in my hair, encouraging me closer to the cock I now found myself eyeing hungrily.

Distantly, acknowledged that I didn’t even know his name as he passed between my lips, and my eyes closed. The taste of him filled my senses, his grip on me guiding me slowly along his length as it thickened. His movements were gentle and courteous, even as my mouth began to strain around him, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.

Until his hand in my hair tightened, holding my head still as his hips moved faster, his length shifting between my lips as he groaned aloud. “Gods, that’s good,” he grunted, and my lids parted to gaze up at him, finding the black pupils like pits ringed only by the thinnest strip of mahogany. “That mouth is a thing of beauty,” he murmured, and I could only hum in response, tongue held fast by the weight of him.

When he drew back at last, letting me breathe – albeit with a reluctant whine – and I caught sight of his length in its entire glory, I bit my lip. I’d been with only one man before – my childhood best friend, Steve, who was on the higher end of ‘average’, even after Howard Stark had played around with his genes. He was the only one I had trusted enough to see me in my entirety, and his scrawny, pale body hadn’t been a big draw for him in our adolescence, either. We’d found an accord; an agreement that proved mutually beneficial and didn’t extend beyond the dark confines of one of our bedrooms.

But this was another thing entirely. My stomach ached at the thought of it, but the hand in my hair shifted to cup my chin, his thumb brushing gently over my cheekbone. “I’ll be gentle with you,” he assured me softly, and I nodded once. “On your feet, Cнежинка Cолдат.”

I obliged immediately, standing before him, my muscles tense and unsure. We were evenly matched for height, but he was, I admitted reluctantly, far stronger than I, and had powers I didn’t at his disposal. If he decided to take action I didn’t like, there would be little I could do about it.

But despite my reservations, I moved closer, letting his hands find the hem of my shirt and slide underneath to ghost over my skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. I raised my arm obediently as he lifted the fabric, my fingers moving self-consciously to raw stump of my shoulder, the vulnerable flesh visible through ragged cables and severed metal. He simply ignored the carnage, gaze roving over my exposed skin as his thumbs hooked in my jeans. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of my throat and earning a blush for his troubles. So entranced was I that I was barely aware of the fabric around my hips becoming loose and falling down my thighs until his fingertips on the base of my spine shifted me forward, and I kicked off my shoes as they snagged.

My palm found his chest and I took a half-step back, needing to think clearly. “I-I should- Before we… There’s something you-”

“I know, Cнежинка Cолдат,” he reassured me softly, his lips brushing against mine once more. “You have nothing to fear.”

I sighed into the kiss, tension melting from my muscles as his hands slid into the back of my underwear to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing as I whined against him. My shoulders met the wall with little notion of how I got there, and he dropped to his knees, trailing his mouth over the soft skin inside my thigh before working the boxers down my legs.

Shyness threatened to overcome me – but I hardly had time for the thought to occur before my knee was hooked over his shoulder and his lips were upon me, earning a gasp and shuddering groan of pleasure. If my mouth was beauty, then his was sin – the sounds I made echoed around us as I quivered, his tongue lapping hungrily at the wetness between my thighs. “God- F-fuck, you can’t- I can’t- Th-that’s n-not-” I trailed off into another deafening groan as he slipped his tongue inside me, humming with pleasure, the vibration making my back arch. “God, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

Obediently, he worked me harder, alternating between driving his tongue inside me and sucking lightly at my clit until my muscles trembled, fingers knotting needily in his hair. “Yes- please, yes, please, I-I-” With a grunt of acknowledgement, he buried his face further between my thighs, fingers tightening against my hip as I cried out, my own hands all but pinning him to me as stars exploded behind my eyes.

No sooner had I barely begun to unclench my muscles than he was on his feet, his mouth pressed to mine needily. The taste of my own orgasm made me whimper weakly, reaching for him, but my fingers had hardly grazed his hard length before I was turned, my cheek pressed into the dirt of the wall as he pulled my hips back.

“You taste so good,” he muttered, and I swallowed, feeling his tip probe lightly at my still-twitching hole. “So good… But I bet you’ll feel even better wrapped around me…”

True to his word, he was gentle as he pressed his way into me, his hand on my waist to guide me onto him, pausing with every minor gasp and whimper. I trembled desperately when I felt his pelvis meet mine, inebriated by the feeling of fullness, I squirmed, and he groaned. “Like a vice,” he hissed, his fingers scoring lines down the bare skin of my back. I could only pant and whine, my own nails clawing at the earth desperately. “So good…”

“Please,” I gasped, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze. “God, please, just- just move, just-”

The feeling of him dragging back, of leaving me empty and deprived, almost had me cursing my words. My knees had already begun to quiver with pleasure, the orgasm unravelled easily from my body by his talented tongue having taken its toll on my body despite the enhancements, and every minute movement had me mewling.

One hand snuck between my legs, while the other found my hair, pulling me tightly against his chest as I gasped. “Say please, Cнежинка Cолдат,” he breathed, and I shuddered with delight.

“Please- please, fuck me, I- I need you to fuck me, please…”

The fingers from my hair curled around my thigh, shifting my weight to set up a gruelling, earth-shattering pace, my body pressed firmly to the dirt wall as he obeyed willingly. The gentle fingers strummed me with expert precision, teasing and guiding, an elegant contrast to the bruising thrusts as he impaled me on his length.

Helpless. Held fast and unmade.

It was a situation I was painstakingly familiar with, but never in this way. Never had the act of being undone felt so much like a prayer. A blessing, not a curse. An act of devotion and passion, not hate and torture for torture’s sake. Base instinct given entirely new light.

And the ethereal glow seemed to radiate from my chest as he held me tighter, heat fizzing beneath my skin, every molecule of my body vibrating with the strength of it. I almost feared what was coming as the low keening took up residence in my voice and I lost all concept of time, knowing nothing of the wall that supported me or the ground beneath my feet. There was only this, now. The feeling of him moving inside me as he caressed me so deftly, mouth on the side of my throat, the bruises I knew were forming on the pale skin of my ass.

His voice surprised me when he spoke again – my wails seemed to fill the space so completely that I was surprised there was room for anything else.

“Come for me, Cнежинка Cолдат.”

The order was obeyed without question or hesitation, my vocal cords alight as I cried out, the vice-like clamping around his length almost painful as he continued to drive himself into me without mercy. Over and over his hips met mine, an arm around my waist becoming the only thing that kept me upright as I sobbed my pleasure weakly.

It wasn’t until my tremors had faded that he finally let himself surrender with a harsh grunt and one last, jerking thrust, burying his cock inside me as the warmth flooded my senses.

He looked down at me as I traced patterns on the bare, sweat damp skin of his chest, still dazed and disoriented. “An experience you’re likely to remember?” he asked softly, his own fingertips teasing my hair.

“An experience I’d very much like to repeat,” I replied, stretching languidly against him, a comfortable ache settling low in my abdomen. “I, uh… Quite liked being told what to do. Wouldn’t think I would, given everything – I don’t normally, but…” With an easy shrug, I smirked. “I suppose you just have that power over me, huh?”

He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to my doubtlessly dirt-streaked forehead, holding me closer against his side. “… I can keep you safe, you know.” I frowned, looking up at him, and he offered me an uncertain half-smile. “From whatever – whoever – is hunting you. I… I can look after you.”

“What about the others? Ones… Like you? And aren’t you needed? The things you told me, your job-”

“-has long lost its prevalence in this world,” he interrupted softly, the smile tinged with sadness. “Very few people still seek the services of my kind. Most of us are scattered, seeking other sources of satisfaction. Life, love… Companionship, I suppose.” Another shrug, and he rested his cheek on my hair. “I haven’t seen one of my own in a very long time. It’s not impossible that I am the last. And I can find meaning in this – and joy in your presence. You can be safe with me.”

“That’s all you want me to stick around for? So you’ve got something to do?” I clarified, a little incredulous, but made no attempt to move from where I lay against his side. He laughed sharply, and shook his head.

“I want you around because I enjoy your company, and – when you’re not biting my head off – I think you enjoy mine. I want you around because I enjoy you, and would like to make sure you’re safe.”

I considered his words – considered my place in the world now that I had a billionaire hell-bent on revenge. If asked a few months ago, I’d have been certain that the rest of my life would be spent catching up with Stevie, maybe sharing in a few more adventures before I met my end – probably in a dramatic and ridiculous way – whenever that may be. But now, kept apart by the actions of my past… I had nothing and nobody who needed me around.

I had no reason to stop myself from saying yes.

Well… Maybe one.

“I still don’t know your name,” I noted dryly, chin finding his chest to gaze up at him.

He smiled at that, teasing a hand through my hair. “I was named Grishenka, long ago. Though I suppose you can call me Greg.”

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

2025 Writer Bingo: Romance Tropes Edition

Well... I got distracted on Canva again and I made this glorious masterpiece. Given how much romance I write in my fics, I figured I might as well give myself a little bit of a challenge 🥰! Plus next month is February which means this is just in time for Valentine's Day.

If anyone else would like to use this, you're welcome to, just tag me if you do. I love seeing everyone's progress with the card! And also if you're interested in another writer bingo 2025 card, I made a general one for writers as well:

Writer Bingo 2025

Happy Writing Everyone! 💗

[storiesofsvu]

It's Bingo Time!!

I usually do some kind of bingo for my birthday/spring and I figured it'd be fun to do one again this year. Though the timeline may be different, we'll see lol.

Prompts are all spring/summer themed or smut. Any and all of them can be made as suggestive as you’d like, you don’t need to keep the smut fics to the smut prompts!

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, headcanons, drabbles, gif sets, a one shot, a mini series/collection including all the prompts, social media au’s, whatever you want!!

The rest of the rules are under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, super fluffy, or heartbreaking. Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warning at the top and in the tags!!

Fics can be a ship, reader insert, an OC, whatever you want! This is for you to have some fun and get creative!

Accepted Fandoms:

-Anything and Everything!! Yes!! I am always wide open to every fandom out there! It does not need to be something I write for, regularly read or even know what it is! It’s your choice!

Some examples:

Law and Order (svu, oc, og, ci),Criminal Minds, 911, MCU, One Chicago, NCIS, Grey’s Anatomy, OUAT, CAOS, Private Practice, Abbott Elementary and everything and anything in between!

Rules!

You must tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hastag #kbdaybingo2024 on each creation. There’s a chance I will put together a masterlist (and if I do I likely won’t until it’s all over)

Bingo begins May 1st and runs all the way to June 27th

Only post ONE creation PER DAY, and only one square per creation

No under age oc’s/yn’s

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words MUST be under a readmore

Please appropriately tag your characters! I don’t want to see a list of side characters who have one line or are only mentioned when it’s a specific character x reader fic!

For each fic you write, you’ll earn a ballot and at the end I’ll do a draw and there will be a winner!! (don’t ask me what the prize is yet lol)

Everyone is welcome to participate! (anyone submitting or reading smut must be over 18!!)

If you have any questions feel free to message me!!

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tagging some people I think might be interested!

@whiteberryx @rustyzebra @iamnotoriginalphil @happenstnces @bullet-prooflove @hotchfiles @prentiss-theorem @scorpsik @thatesqcrush @witches-unruly-heart @polkadotpenguin16 @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity @waitingfortheendtocome @five-bi-five-mind @demonicbaby666 @baubeautyandthegeek @safficranger @valentinesfrog @milfandh0ney @asolitaryrose3 @alexblakegf @hotchs-big-hands @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece @mxmmyprentiss @alexblakeisgay @jordanstark007 @chestnutninny @maximoffcarter @lizdonnelly @v3nusxsky

[fandom-free-bingo]

Fandom-Free Bingo - Bug Edition!

WE'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Yes hello, your favourite mod team is back in commision! Apologies for the absence, our laptop charging port decided to opt out of existing. But we're here with October edition, and it's one we're partial to... We did consider doing a spooky edition, but there's a few of those around, and October is the birthday of our very own Bug - partner to some, friend to all - and as the folks who organise this event, we're doing that instead, because it's up to us. 😇

So without further ado, and with gratitude for your patience...

WELCOME TO BUG EDITION.

- Turnaround time is hopefully no longer than a week. If you've been waiting longer than this, please feel free to reach out! - Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish - the world is your oyster! <3 - No restriction to one prompt per fic/chapter.  - You can merge this event with others, so long as the other event permits this.  - Please mark rating clearly, and use CW where applicable. Posts not adequately marked will not be reblogged. We love you folks, and all the work you produce, but we get a lot of reblogs and have lives outside the event - we don't always have the time to be chasing down ratings or fandoms ;-; - Use the tags #FandomFreeBingo and #Fandom Free Bingo: Bug Edition, and tag @fandom-free-bingo on tumblr for a reblog - don't forget to also add in the pairing/characters, rating, the fandom and the warnings in the tags please <3  - The ninth event (Bug Edition) sign ups will run until October 31st, 2024. Feel free to post after this date, however - works will be reblogged until September 30th, 2025, and the Ao3 collection will be open indefinitely.  - A maximum of TWO cards per participant. - This season we are offering BOTH 5x5 and 3x3 cards - please let us know which you would like!    - All media forms, fandoms and original works are welcome!  - You can request square changes twice (of any number), for up to a week after the card is issued.  - Be respectful to other participants.  - Be kind to us!  - Ao3 collection can be found here!

Sign up here!

@thebigbangblogproject

[killacharacterbingo]

What if this was your last fanfic?

As far as prompts go, this one may be the most literal we've explained to date. While all prompts have some wiggle room and are open to interpretation, meant to serve more as inspiration than a hard rule, this one postulates a question: if you were to sit down to write your last fanfic, what would it be?

You can write anything you want. As long as the chosen character dies, everything is in your hands. Write something you're content with, in whichever form you like. Something that, if you only had the chance to write just one more fanfic for any reason, you would be satisfied with being your final work.

You may also write about a character who is an author writing their last piece of not necessarily fanfic, as much as fiction in general. Though it isn't in the spirit of the prompt, that would also be a possible interpretation. It wouldn't need to be an author, per se, as much as a creator of any sort creating their final piece. Be it because they are going to retire, they know they are going to die, or any other reason, is up to you.