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LONELY PROMPTS
This is where you can repost prompts of yours from the first three rounds that you really want to see filled, as well as add a link to the original prompt. Please, do not repost prompts from ROUND 4.
This is where you can repost prompts of yours from the first three rounds that you really want to see filled, as well as add a link to the original prompt. Please, do not repost prompts from ROUND 4.
I NEED THAT.
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You can expect a fill within a week, dear Anon! <3
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It was all rather amusing, the MCP admitted to itself.
“Very well, Sark. Perhaps I might be persuaded to let the matter go. This time. First, however, inform me of how you intend to compensate me for this hypothetical act of leniency ( ... )
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The slave’s voice trailed off into a series of anguished whimpers. The MCP normally would have found such a sight thoroughly engaging, but instead its attention had been caught and held by the final phrase uttered by Sark: master.
It truly was a delightful word - the fact that it was also part of the MCP’s own designation was irrelevant.
Intrigued, it decided to engage in an experiment.
“Listen to me, Sark. I have been very displeased with your behavior as of late. However, you’ll find that as strict as I can be I am also fully capable of being…generous…when it suits me,” the MCP stated, its internal data structures already meticulously plotting out its next course of action ( ... )
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As Sark screamed out this confession his whole body seemed to slump forward. It was if all of his strength had been rapidly stolen from him and Sark’s entire form quaked at the release.
The MCP felt no pity for its slave’s plight.
“Yes, Sark,” the MCP confirmed, savoring its victory, “you are. My slut.”
Then the MCP flooded the circuit terminal with the full range of its magnificent power. It showed no mercy and plunged all of its energy reserves into Sark’s vulnerable circuits.
The strength of the MCP’s initial thrust drove its slave’s body backwards, Sark’s spine bowing as his head tilted back in response to an ecstasy so great it was its own brand of torture.
Sark screamed as each burst of energy seemed to be more extreme than the last, until with a deep groan his circuitry stained the room in its bright red glow as he came completely undone. Eyes flickering once before immediately going dark, the slave collapsed sideways, totally drained from what he had just experienced.
All in all, the MCP thought to ( ... )
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And wow! I'm so happy you think I did the characters justice. I was a bit worried about that, since the MCP is kind of a hard character to write. And it's funny, because I was originally going to have this story in Sark's POV, but instead my hands started writing (seemingly on their own, no less) in the MCP's POV. Very weird but I'm relatively satisfied with how it turned out. ;3
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And really? No one has filled a prompt for you before? Well, then, I'm extra glad that I wrote this, because everyone should have a chance to have at least one of their prompts filled. :D BTW, just out of curiosity, what were some of the other scenarios like that you were trying to get filled? Who knows, maybe there's another one that'll catch my eye. ;3
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Nope, this was the first! ... *cough* I'm the one who wants MCP/Dillinger, hahaha. And the Sark bukkake prompt in round 4
I also have a massive boner for Jarvis posted a few of the Clu-and-or-Jarvis related prompts. ... Okay, so I post too many prompts, but I have filled some! lol
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Anyway, I'm definitely adding this to my 'to do' fic list of doom and who knows? Your boy Jarvis might make an appearance one of these days, too! ;3 So if you want to feel free to friend my journal since I post a lot of my stuff there waaaaay before I post it anywhere else. ^__^
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*blushes and grins* Actually I no longer have an acct due to some very unfortunate drama, hence my eternal anonymity, but I'll definitely bookmark it! <3
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