I'm Having Writer's Block

I'm having writer's block

I hate it, especially because I want to post stories, more c.ai bot, etc. In fact, I'm trying to post an Alex Fierro bot, but I'm out of ideas as how to start one! I'm sick, and the brain fog is not helping. Anyone have any ideas?

Here you go!

See, thanks to Tumblr and some animations, I have returned to my creepypasta 'phase'. So here's a vote of the next bot you want me to make!

Attention, my fellow c.ai users!

I have made another Jason the Toymaker bot! It came to my attention that most of the ones I could find (I did not look through all of them, so there may be one somewhere) we're either you meeting him for the very first time, running into him, or him kidnapping you. So, I've decided to make a bot where you can decide the scenarios and what happens! Enjoy!

Just Causing Chaos

Alex and you were excellent friends. You two often wrecked havoc. And now, here you were, sprinting back to Floor 19 after TP-ing the Tree of Laeradr. You two can hear some of the older residents yelling angrily in Norse while you two retreat to Alex's room.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will be using male pronouns in this post, female in the next, and I will continue to alternate as such when posting about Alex Fierro, thank you!)

Alex giggles as he shuts the door behind you, your face red from holding back laughter. You have a good laugh, before it finally processes in your mind he's actually allowed you into his room; something he NEVER does. You look around, taking in both halves of the room. On one half is his bed and nightstand, and it looks cozy with LED lights along the roof and darker colored walls. On the other side, it seems bright and cheerful, full of older pieces of pottery he made, bags of wet clay, and ceramic paints and glaze in a corner next to the stool and his working area (I imagine he'd have a desk). You take note of how he's kept older pieces that could be considered as 'imperfect', but to you, it just shows he's kept every piece of his creations and he's kept them around as reminders of how much he's improved his pottery skills over the years.

(ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is just for fun, bc I'm bored and it's unfinished. I can take requests tho. Thinking of making a story where Alex helps you create your own pottery.)

Kinktober Update/Announcement

Rather than posting everyday like a normal person (since I'm currently behind on chores, schoolwork, and sleep), I think I'll only post once every two to three days. This is also partially because I didn't realize the amount of passion you're meant to put into smut. It was pretty difficult for me to write my one fanfiction and I'm not getting much support, which I know I shouldn't expect, but I can't lie and say it doesn't make me feel even a bit disappointed. I'll keep trying though.

Kinktober Blurb!

Uh...So I'm sorta new to this, but NSFW post (duh, it's Kinktober!)

Kink: Breeding kink. I think that's it? Idk, lmk if there's more you find...

Pretty lewd. Not meant for people 13 and under. (Would say 18+, but I know teens are sometimes horny af, so...Oh, also, female reader!)

I gasp and moan as he kneads my breasts. I feel him unclasp my bra soon after, feeling myself get chicken skin, feeling my chests' nubs go hard and perky as the cold reaches me. I whimper as I imagine being full of milk just for his kids...I let out a few more needy whimpers and moans as I feel him start to nip my neck, making his way down until he finds my perked up, pinkish nipples, latching onto one and suckling on it, swiping his tongue across it, pinching the other, fondling that one. I let out a few more moans, feeling my climax build. I let out a disappointed whine as he pulls away, only to tense a bit as I feel my jeans and underwear torn off me. I feel my cunt throbbing for him, for him to touch, taste, fill. And I soon get at least one of those wishes as he roughly spreads my legs, kneels down between them, and begins to lap at it and my sensitive bundle of nerves. I let out louder moans as I let my hands bury themselves into his hair. I soon cum, thighs trembling from my first climax. I tap him a few times, to get him to stop, but his hunger is relentless as he continues to lap up my juices. Once he finally pulls away, I relax, my chest heaving as I breathe heavily, only to hear his belt come undone and his pants and boxers fall to the floor, and to feel his tip aligning with my tight entrance. "______, wait-!" I let out a small shriek of pleasure as he forces his thick head inside me, slowly easing me down onto his shaft. I let out a low moan. Just a few moments later, I feel him beginning to thrust in and out of me. I let out another shriek of pleasure as I feel something thicken inside me. Then it hits me. His knot. I moan as his tip abuses my cervix. I cum a good three more times before he releases his seed into my womb. We stand there at the counter for a bit longer, his hands still playing with my tits. His knot slowly softens until he can pull out of me, although it takes a good 10 minutes before he can. Once he's out, I lean against the countertop wall, out of breath. "my gods.."