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10 years ago
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Hey guys! I decided to break the ice a little more by offering a contest!! This one is for writers <3
So, Object of the Contest:
1. Leave a paragraph or two comment on this journal of prose- something mid-scene, ending, or just beginning. The concept MUST be nsfw. The dirtier the better.
2. On 10/1/2015, I select a winner.
PRIZE:
One winner will receive a drawing inspired by the scene they wrote out in prose. The artwork will be posted on social media and Patreon- but the winner will also get a high resolution version AND a PSD source file of the winning piece. If you want to add character ref links in your comment, feel free. Otherwise I will request them if you are the winner of the contest.
RULES:
1. NO FANDOMS. This is for completely original work only. You can either use OCs you have on your own, or random characters that you just made up. PLEASE get permission if you are using OCs that are not yours.
2. Your prose must be at LEAST a paragraph. Anything less will not be considered. Dialogue is welcome, and so is descriptive prose. You make the choice.
3. No hate speech or themes like racism, transphobia etc. That shouldnt have to be said but whatever.
4. The following kinks are not permitted: Rape, Loli/Shota, Scat, Excessive Gore, or Vomit. Anything else is fair game.
5. Should you win, you MUST have a reference for the character. If you do not have a good visual ref of the character I WILL go by artistic liberty. You have been warned.
So, Object of the Contest:
1. Leave a paragraph or two comment on this journal of prose- something mid-scene, ending, or just beginning. The concept MUST be nsfw. The dirtier the better.
2. On 10/1/2015, I select a winner.
PRIZE:
One winner will receive a drawing inspired by the scene they wrote out in prose. The artwork will be posted on social media and Patreon- but the winner will also get a high resolution version AND a PSD source file of the winning piece. If you want to add character ref links in your comment, feel free. Otherwise I will request them if you are the winner of the contest.
RULES:
1. NO FANDOMS. This is for completely original work only. You can either use OCs you have on your own, or random characters that you just made up. PLEASE get permission if you are using OCs that are not yours.
2. Your prose must be at LEAST a paragraph. Anything less will not be considered. Dialogue is welcome, and so is descriptive prose. You make the choice.
3. No hate speech or themes like racism, transphobia etc. That shouldnt have to be said but whatever.
4. The following kinks are not permitted: Rape, Loli/Shota, Scat, Excessive Gore, or Vomit. Anything else is fair game.
5. Should you win, you MUST have a reference for the character. If you do not have a good visual ref of the character I WILL go by artistic liberty. You have been warned.
Her teacher couldn't believe it. It was the fifth game in a row that he had lost. He stared at the cards on the table and growled before collecting himself and sighing. He got to his feet, unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustling sound. When she saw his exposed chest, she gasped and put a hand to her mouth. There were so many scars, the largest one marking him with a large X in the center as though he were constantly targeted. She simply stared at him from her seat across the table, watching him undress further. That was the drunken deal they had made when they started the game. Her face began to redden and she averted her eyes.
"Y-you don't have to," she stammered. "I mean, it was just-"
"Get over here and take what's yours," he cut her off, glaring as he hooked his thumbs inside the lining of his boxers. He slid them down and kicked them aside with the rest of the clothes. "You won and I don't back outta bets."
She gulped, nodded, and slowly got to her feet as well. She stepped closer to him. Her body was reacting either from the alcohol, the excitement of what she was about to claim, or a mix of the two. Each step made her tense up more until she was mere inches away from him. She gulped again and reached a shaking hand up to just barely touch the scar that crossed most of his chest. The moment skin touched scarred skin, he drew in a sharp breath and shut his eyes. His body was so hot. Almost burning. After a second's pause, she began to trace her fingertips along each one of his scars, each one bringing about a similar reaction. It was some kind of torture for him to just stand there as she teased his body. He twitched and fidgeted, tensed and shook, but did not fight it. Once she had finished and drew her hand away, he let out a long breath and finally opened his eyes. He looked up at her with an uncharacteristic vulnerability and she looked back both afraid and excited. Her lips were parted and her breathing was shallow. His was too. Their faces inched closer until they were breathing in each other.
"Sir, I-," she started to say but cut herself off. She closed the gap and pressed her mouth against his, forcing herself on top of him before he had a chance to react. His first reaction was to shove her away. The sweetness and warmth of her kiss pushed that thought aside. He reached one hand behind her head and the other at the small of her back and pressed their bodies together.