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vinca-majors · 3 years

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i just hit an ao3 milestone and i want to celebrate!

this is a very very very busy year over here and my current projects are about to go on hiatus, but creative writing is also a form of self-care for me so i want to incorporate it into the next few months even if only on a miniscule scale.

so here's what i've got: you send me a request for one of the below and i'll write a mini fic for it (100-1000 words).

tags - provide around 5 tags you'd like to see on the work

lyrics - send me either a song or a specific set of lyrics for the vibe you'd like (include a youtube link)

rules rules rules:

1. specify fandom and pairing. pairings must be ships i've already written something for (here). if i'm familiar enough with a fandom i'm willing to attempt an alternative universe/fusion for anything, but you're prob safer asking for fandoms i'm a part of (i tag all of my posts so that's an easy way to check).

2. please send your request as a message (not as a comment on this post) so that i can work from them as a sort of to do list. i'll reply or post here when the work is up.

3. no anonymous requests. if you don't want me to post your message request so that you can stay anonymous, i'm totally fine with that (make sure you tell me) but i don't want to be spammed with anons. if i'm going to do this for you i want to know who you are.

bear in mind that i reserve the right to refuse any requests. also i'll be the one picking the rating.

to reiterate, i have limited time these days and i have a lot of personal writing projects i'm invested in and i'm not a fast writer, so it might take a very long time for me to work on these but i will do my utmost to complete them! i've been wanting to do something like this for a while and i'm excited to try!

the world is a wonderful creative place!!! aren't you glad we get to enjoy it together!!!

#yes i've been bingeing ted lasso #writing: mine #fic: mine #fanfic #i believe this is what the pros call 'overcommitting yourself'

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Okay,I was reading ur blurbs& the one titled “you can put your cold feet on me”, the part of him saying “don’t move or make a sound” have me an idea.. What if u wrote something with Ben where he makes a plan 2 punish reader 4 being a brat, So he throws her down,& spanks her until red& nearly crying, & he even stops to eat her out, But he has same rules& if she moves too much or too noisy he denies them,But while hes doing everything he’s gripping at soreness on purpose (I know this is prob bad)

Okay the fact that the cold feet fic sparked a sequel and now this one when El sent it to me as a joke is so fucking funny. Also I wrote this in my last hour of work and hoo boy was that a mistake. ben come [REDACTED] me please. Putting it under the cut because length

Cold Feet 1 and 2

1000 Follower Celebration

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It takes a lot to put Ben in such a dominant mood. He’s not afraid to play around with taking charge or doling out punishments if you suggest it, but it’s rare for him to get as riled up as he was. Not that you hadn’t specifically been pushing his buttons. He’d started the evening with a steamy make out session that promised to lead to the kind of sex that left you shaking afterwards. Or it certainly would have led there if you hadn’t put a stop to it. You had to get ready for dinner after all. The teasing hadn’t let up even at the restaurant. Ben spent the whole of dinner with your foot running up and down his leg, trying to ignore you as he conversed with his friends. When you stood to pop to the ladies room, he thought you were giving him a signal and followed, only to have you tell him there was no signal, you’d just genuinely needed to use the bathroom. He made his way back to the table, trying to keep his mind off what he’d been hoping to do with you, only to receive a message from you with an attached photo that showed how little you were wearing under your dress. Before he could think of another excuse to cover his absence, you dropped into the seat next to him as if nothing had happened. By the end of the night he was beyond frustrated, squeezing your hand tighter than he needed as he virtually dragged you to the car after saying goodnight to everyone. But it wasn’t until you got home that you pushed him too far.

“Help me with the zip would you Benny?”

Ben came up behind you, his breathing already shallower than normal as he pulled the zip down, pushing the dress from your shoulders. You stepped out of it and turned around, leaning close to kiss him, only to stop just before your lips reached his.

“Uh uh, not yet.” you said, leaning back as he tried to close the gap, “Don’t know if you’ve done enough to earn it yet. You gonna be a good boy for me?”

You were shocked when he didn’t play along, whine and beg like you expected. Instead he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“God you’ve been a brat tonight. So now we’re going to play my game.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, babe. You knew exactly what you were doing all bloody night and you know exactly why I have to punish you now.”

“Yes Sir,” you said quietly, dropping your eyes. Just the sound of Ben’s deep voice growling out his frustration was enough to put you in an obedient mood.

“Thats a start.” he let go of your wrist and took a step back to consider you, “Don’t move.”

“What?”

“Again with the questions. You heard me, don’t move. In fact, don’t make a fucking sound. You’re going to stay still and take your punishment silently or you’re going to make it worse for yourself. And then when I do give you permission to talk you’re going to thank me for reminding you how to behave, got it?”

“Yes Si-” you were cut off by Ben slapping your cheek.

“From now on you only speak when I give you express permission or if you need to use your safeword. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

“Good. Now get on the bed,” Ben pushed you forward, following until you reached the mattress, “Hands and knees, nice and wide.”

You scrambled into position, trying to brace yourself for the spanking you knew was coming.

“Good thing you decided not to wear any underwear tonight. It’s a slutty move but it saves me some time,” suddenly his hand came down on your backside, hard.

You let out a soft, “ow,” the spank taking you by surprise.

“I said, silent. I don’t want to hear another fucking sound from you.” Another spank this time to the opposite cheek.

You managed to stay quiet.

“Better. Let’s see if you can keep it up,” Ben grabbed the spot his palm had just left with one hand as his other came down against you again. Over and over he spanked you, one hand always grabbing at your already sensitive skin. After a few you let your arms collapse, earning a couple extra hard hits as you disobeyed Ben’s no moving rule and leaned into the mattress. The longer he went the harder it was to stay quiet but each sound you made only earned you more punishment, until you were biting on your lip so hard you drew blood. Occasionally he’d pause and you’d relax thinking it was over, only for him to poke the forming bruises and start again.

“If I didn’t already know you’re a slut, this would have proved it,”

You jumped and let out an involuntary moan as he ran two fingers along your cunt.

“Soaking. And you’ve forgotten the rules again,” he pulled his hand away only to spank you a few more times. You blinked tears from your eyes as he stopped again.

“Alright.” he pushed you onto your side, grabbing your ankle so he could pull you into the position he wanted. You stayed still, letting him move you, trying to get your breathing under control again.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you for punishing me Sir,” you choked out, breathless and shaky.

“Remind me what the punishment was for,”

“For being a brat and teasing you in public.”

“Very good. Took that better than I thought you would so how about a reward,” he pushed your legs open and dragged his fingers along your slit again, “same rules apply though. Don’t speak, don’t squirm, don’t move.”

With that he pushed his fingers into you and leaned down to run his tongue around your clit. You had no hope of staying quiet, especially not when he grabbed your stinging arse with his free hand under the guise of shifting your position. Surprisingly he didn’t stop though, just adjusted the speed his fingers were pumping into you. All thoughts of being still and silent were driven from your mind as your orgasm approached, moans building in your throat and your fingers reaching for Ben’s hair. And then he stopped. Pulled away completely, your orgasm subsiding with the loss of contact.

“I thought you understood babe,” Ben said, laying a spank to your cunt, “but apparently not. Guess you won’t be cumming for a while then.”

“I’m sorry Sir, I’ll do better,”

“I hope so,” was all he said before he started back up again, sucking on your clit, pushing three fingers into you.

Again you found yourself biting your lip in an effort to keep quiet, yet once again he pulled away before you could finish. It was worse than the spanking had been, the promise of release only to lose it at the last moment. Each slip up earned you another spank though, sometimes to your sore arse, sometimes to your thigh, sometimes directly to your cunt if it was particularly bad. Eventually he stopped for good.

Your instinct was to beg him to let you cum, to wipe the tears from your cheeks, to shift into a position that didn’t leave your arse rubbing against the sheets, but you fought it, lying still as Ben stood up and began undressing. The jangle of his belt was almost enough to make you panic that he was going to use it on you but you quickly realise he’d dropped it to the floor and kept your composure. When he was as naked as you, he came back close and ran his cock through your folds.

“Keep being good and you might convince me to be lenient.”

You swallowed but otherwise didn’t move at all, although your strength was tested as he entered you. Ben didn’t waste any time, thrusting into you hard and fast. You could feel your orgasm building again, and hoped that he’d be too caught up to remember to edge you as you struggled to keep from whining. Your hope was misplaced. Ben felt you clench and immediately pulled out, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping a few times until he came over your cunt with a groan.

“Speak,”

“Thank you, Sir,” your voice cracked.

“Alright, we’re done,” he helped you sit up, “go clean up, babe.”

“But...”

“But nothing. You’re on denial for the rest of the night,” He leaned forward to kiss you softly, voice equally soft and sweet when he moved back again “I’ll get you some ice for your bum and a glass of water alright? You did so well,” he left your lips tingling with another kiss before he headed for the kitchen.

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #ben hardy x reader #1000 follower celebration #Anonymous

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