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ladytauria · 6 months

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trick or treat?

okay so you know the other day when i was gushing in the tags of ur jaytim collar post?

well.

i was digging around in my wip folder (bc i forget whats in there sometimes. many times.) and i found this, whose original inspiration i forget:

(edit: the beginning didn’t copy with the rest of it oops)

Jason knows Tim likes marking him up. It’s hard to miss, with the amount of mouth-shaped bruises he finds on his body the day after Tim fucks him. And it’s not like he minds. The opposite, really: it’s nice, to be claimed so obviously.

The thing is, bruises fade.

There’s one on his neck right now; an almost-invisible yellow-green. Tim’s finger presses into it, though there’s almost no pleasure-pain left for it to give. The weight of his palm on Jason’s neck, his head on Tim’s lap, almost makes up for it. Makes his brain buzz pleasantly around the edges, narrowing his world to the two of them, on Tim’s over-large couch.

He can almost forget he has to tell him he’s leaving. Roy has a job for them, and then they’re meeting up with Kori to go cause trouble in space for a bit. He’s going to be gone for at least a couple of months. When he does finally spill—

Tim will leave more bruises. They’ll be gone entirely too soon.

That’s probably what prompts him to say—

“You’re so possessive, I’m surprised you haven’t just collared me and called it done.”

Tim’s hand tightens around his neck. Not enough to restrict his airway, but enough he has trouble swallowing. He looks away from the laptop he’d been working at, case momentarily abandoned.

“You’d wear it?” His tone is mild. Idle. He sounds almost bored. It’s the eyes that give him away; dark and fathomless in a way that has Jason’s stomach clenching.

Jason swallows. Feels the weight of Tim’s palm. “Yeah.” His voice is cracked, throat suddenly Saharan dry. “I’d—I’d never take it off.”

Not tangible, visible proof that someone wanted him.

Tim’s voice lowers to a whisper when he says, “Never?” The mild tone is gone, now; replaced with something Jason doesn’t recognize. It lights him up, anyway; igniting something desperate in him. He plants his feet on a couch cushion. One hand falls to grip Tim’s pant leg; the other wraps around his wrist. Not to pull him away, but to keep him. Hold his hand in place, because Tim’s fingers on his neck feels like all that’s holding him together.

“Never,” he swears, no matter how bad of an idea it is. Red Hood doesn’t need to be caught wearing a collar.

Jason doesn’t care.

Tim hums, low in his chest. He looks away from Jason, leaving him feeling bereft. He whimpers, but the sound barely passes his lips before he hears the ‘click’ of Tim shutting his laptop. He leans over Jason, stomach brushing his face as he leans forward to put it on the coffee table, case abandoned.

Then he’s looking at Jason again, thumb stroking the side of his neck. “I bought you a collar ages ago,” he says. “I didn’t think you’d wear it. Thought you’d—you’d hate it.”

Jason had certainly said things to that effect in the past, he knows. He squeezes Tim’s wrist. “I don’t. I want it. I want it so bad—please, Tim.” He’s willing to beg on his knees, if Tim wants him to.

“It’s yours,” Tim promises, low and sweet. “And you’re mine.”

#there is! slightly more to it but its not finished yet #asks and answers #deepwithintheabyss #jaytim #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #tauriawritessmut #nsft

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towine · 1 year

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[alhaitham/cyno] be sweet

~900 words / rated T

i was digging in my WIPs folder and found a ficlet i’d forgotten about. i remember the idea striking me on a long car ride a couple months ago, just one of those random things that i Had to start writing while the idea was in my head.

the idea was, simply, ‘what if cyno could tie a cherry stem with his tongue?’

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“Come now, you can’t tell me the General Mahamatra has not a single party trick up his sleeve.”

Alhaitham’s voice had taken a syrupy quality. It could be attributed to the wine he was nursing, though Cyno knew he hadn’t had more than half a glass. Alhaitham so rarely spoke without a point, and time had given Cyno more experience discerning what that point may be, in any given conversation.

In this case, he was trying to get a rise out of him. To what end—well. The what was always easier to figure out than the why.

“I don’t wear sleeves,” Cyno replied.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes. “Oh spare me, Cyno.”

Cyno hid a smile by taking a cherry from a bowl on the table and popping it in his mouth.

Around the cherry pit, he said, “I thought you wanted me to entertain you.”

“I don’t believe I’m the first to tell you your jokes are far from entertaining.”

“Allow me to explain—“

“No, no,” Alhaitham said with a wave of his hand. “Please forget I said anything.”

They went quiet after that, in their secluded corner of Alhaitham’s dining room. The rest of the attendants of that night’s group dinner were gathered in the living room, seated on the couches or on the rug and hotly debating different home rules for a game of mancala. Alhaitham and Cyno had elected to refrain from participating. Kaveh was making a heartfelt, if meandering, case for himself. Dehya was savagely denying him.

Cyno said, “If you’re so bored, you can join them, you know.”

“Not really where my interests lie.” Alhaitham set down his now empty glass. “You are a far more fascinating subject.”

Maybe he was drunk after all, Cyno thought. Alhaitham would not otherwise be so candid.

“You don’t prefer to read one of your books?” Cyno asked.

“No—no more books on dinner nights. I learned my lesson last time when Kaveh spilled wine on my lap. He was lucky it wasn’t one of my more prized books.”

“That was pretty funny, though.” Cyno nearly smiled recalling it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so angry. Your face turned puce.”

“Puce,” Alhaitham said, wrinkling his nose. “Ugh.”

“Not much can crack the Scribe’s exterior,” Cyno continued. He plucked another cherry from the bowl. “At least, that’s what the rumors say.”

“And you believe them?” Alhaitham asked, tilting his head.

Cyno shrugged a shoulder. “There’s some truth to it. But I don’t think you’re as unflappable as people say.”

“Really? And what data do you have to support this hypothesis?”

Cyno regarded him for a moment, mouth closed but teeth still chewing on the cherry he’d eaten, its tartness flooding his tongue.

He spat the pit out, then twirled the stem between his thumb and forefinger.

“You wanted a party trick, right?” he said.

Alhaitham blinked. Before he could respond, Cyno stuck the stem into his mouth.

He made a point of locking eyes with Alhaitham. Alhaitham looked confused. Already he was proving Cyno’s point. Cyno would have grinned if his mouth weren’t preoccupied.

He hadn’t done this in a while, but the motions came back to him quickly enough. His jaw flexed slightly as he worked his tongue behind his closed mouth. Alhaitham’s gaze melted from confusion to something hazier, his eyes occasionally flitting down to Cyno’s mouth.

Finally, Cyno parted his lips and reached for the tip of the cherry stem, bitten between his teeth. He pulled it out.

The stem was now tied in a small knot.

“Ta-da,” Cyno said flatly. He allowed himself one smirk. “Impressive enough for you?”

Alhaitham grabbed him by the jaw.

It caught Cyno by surprise, prompting a small gasp. It was a sudden movement but not an ungentle one. Alhaitham’s palm was broad and warm, cupping Cyno’s chin easily. His thumb settled against the hinge of Cyno’s jaw and pushed, not hard, just applying enough pressure to encourage Cyno to part his lips. Cyno’s heartbeat pounded in his ears.

“How did you do that?” Alhaitham murmured, eyes fixed to Cyno’s lower lip. Perhaps the cherry had stained it.

“Practice,” Cyno breathed. He snuck a glance at the others in the living room. They were still focused on the game.

“That’s all?”

“I could show you.” Cyno’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Just not here.”

Alhaitham hummed. “What if I’d like to see it here?”

Cyno scoffed. Beneath the table, he moved his foot to brush along the inside of Alhaitham’s calf, then upwards, towards the bend of his knee. Alhaitham inhaled sharply through his nose.

“Trust me,” Cyno said, “I can show you more somewhere else.”

Alhaitham seemed to consider it. “Fine,” he said. “Your place?”

“My place. I’ll leave first. Follow in five minutes.”

Cyno rose from his seat, pulling himself out of Alhaitham’s grip. He swallowed against the sudden loss of warmth. He glanced at the others who continued to pay them no mind, then he looked at Alhaitham, staring up at him expectantly. Cyno supposed he deserved something to tide him over.

He bent down and pressed his mouth to Alhaitham’s in a quick, heated kiss. The taste of cherries mingled between them, sweet and heady, before Cyno pulled away. Alhaitham leaned in to chase his mouth.

“Don’t keep me waiting long,” Cyno murmured.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Alhaitham said. There: a hint of a smile. Too easy.

Cyno popped another cherry into his mouth before walking away, feeling the weight of Alhaitham’s gaze on him the entire time.

#cytham #haino #genshin impact #alhaitham #cyno #caiwrites #just trying to do some housekeeping and clean out da wips..... they are filling my home

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ozarkthedog · 2 years

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𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

summary: you get a peak of his tattoo on tv and welcome Chris home on your knees.

warnings: one filthy bj. plain and simple.

word count: 1322

author’s note: yet again this man has inspired nothing but lewd thots. for fic purposes i’m saying it’s a tiger. figured i’d finally finish this to make more room in my wip folder lmao

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

The second Chris is through the door, you’re on him.

A deep “mmph” rumbles his chest as you press his body into the front door with a hard grind. His backpack hits the floor and his hands cup your jaw as your lips slot themselves over his plush ones.

His graying beard scratches your skin as he deepens the kiss, shifting his hold to wrap around your waist. He’d been gone for only two days but it was enough to have you both feral by the time he got back home.

Your fingers dig into the green/blue striped shirt as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip before pushing his way into your mouth. He takes long possessive licks, claiming his territory.

Chris pulls away with a smirk, eyes twinkling as he lays his head back on the dark wooden door. “I missed you too, Sweetheart.” He says with a chuckle.

He thumbs the apple of your cheek when you smile. “Sorry, I was watching the Kimmel Interview and I got a bit excited.” You confess.

His brow twists in playful confusion. “So you got off to me belong pelted with basketballs?”

“Chris!” You grumble and lightly slap his arm. “No! I just forgot how hot it is to get a sneak of your tats every now and then.”

“What? When did that happen?”

“When you took a shot I saw the tiniest sliver of your tiger hip tat.” Your fingers absentmindedly play with the seem of his shirt before sliding under and caressing the inked flesh.

Chris raises a pondering brow. “Oh yeah? It got ya missin’ me?”

You silently nod, eyelashes flutter as you slide your hand even lower. His breath hitches when you palm the slight bulge trapped beneath his blue trousers.

“Or just missin’ my cock?” He playfully jabs before choking on a groan when you make a fist and pump his cock through the material.

Your lips tug into a sly smile watching him crumble beneath your touch. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.” You say with a shrug before grasping the edge of his shirt and lifting. He raises his arms and helps you remove it before throwing the shirt somewhere behind you.

His chest and torso are splayed with multiple tattoos and a generous layer of salt and peppered hair. Your nails rake down his chest making his pecs bounce beneath your fingertips.

You softly press your lips against his collarbone and feel him relax under your touch. The tender breeze of a sigh fans your forehead as you slowly kiss your way down his chiseled torso.

Chris’s pecs are so full and strong you can’t help but take a bite of the supple muscle. He hisses under your wicked treatment only to whimper when you lick the barely there marks.

Your mouth never leaves his skin as you descend to your knees. Intent on making him weak by kissing and licking every inch of his body until the tent in his trousers was obscene.

“Looks like you sure missed me.” You quip as you unzip the material and let it pool around his ankles. His cock twitched heavily under the black boxer briefs as you trace a lithe finger up the curve of him.

Chris sighs with a soft chuckle, “You fuckin’ bet I did.” The heat from his flesh seeps through the thin boxers; he was so hot and excited to get your mouth on him.

You unwrap the statuesque man slowly, peeling off the painted-on briefs inch by inch until his thick, weeping cock bounce at eye level.

“What a sight.” You croon. Blood rushes to your core and makes you throb with the anticipation of finally getting him in your mouth.

His girth is so wide you clench knowing how good he’ll spread you open when the time comes. The length of him is just long enough to make you choke when he isn’t too careful or when you go completely feral on him. His blushing crown drips with pre cum and his sack hangs heavy between his legs, waiting for a warm place to unload.

You tenderly wrap your fingers around the base of him and give a hearty tug towards the tip as you cover the searing head with soft, wet kisses.

Chris clenches his fists and a low growl rumbles from the deep cavern of his chest.

Your hands circle his length and begin a steady back and forth rhythm as you drag your tongue around the weeping tip licking up the salty fluid. Chris grunts like he got hit in the gut when you surprise him and swallow him down in one go.

Your head bobs steadily on his cock as your hands twist and tug his length. Constant pressure and stimulation make his toes curl and eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands cage your head between his palms but he doesn’t direct. He lets you have complete control as you fuck your mouth onto his cock.

“God damn, Baby, I missed your mouth so fucking much.” He confesses with a grated tone.

You suckle the bulbous tip tasting his salty spend as you drag your tongue around and around. Circling the mushroom head with tight swirls and groaning when his hips buck forward trying to shove his girth down your throat.

You smack his hip and quirk a brow up at him letting him know who's in charge. His lips tug into the most pathetic little pout before he starts gasping when you tongue at the tiny hole that tops his crown.

“Shit- yes. Fuck, that feels so good.” He gasps, succumbing to the otherwordly sensation.

His body quivers beneath your hands as you softly prod the tip of his cock head. “Oh fuck.” The ragged groan falls from his lips when you finally pull away. A strand of spit stays connected to your lips as his shiny, wet cock bobs in the air desperately searching for warmth again.

“Please, fuck, I need it.” He sweetly begs with doe eyes.

“You gonna come down my throat? Give me every drop?” You softly order from down on your knees.

Chris goes slack against the door and eagerly nods. “Yes, please, yes, every drop.”

You smile up at him as you tap the swollen, sticky crown against your tongue. “I want it. Make me choke on it.”

Chris doesn’t waste a second, wrapping his large hands around your head and thrusts as much length as he can fit into your mouth. He moans and shakes above you as he fucks his cock over your tongue and hits the back of your throat with every brazen shove.

Your hands grasp his firm hips for leverage as you gag heavily around him and relax your throat as he tests the tendons with his girth. You heave after a rather brutal punch to your tonsils. Spit trickles down your chin and mixes with the tears that have fallen from the rough act.

“Sweetheart, shit. I’m-” Chris half grunts half whimpers as he pummels his hips and slides his soaked cock into the tight confines of your gullet.

You groan when you feel his cock swell and throb as it bursts a thick load of salty spend. Chris growls out his pleasure, coating every inch of your mouth with his seed.

You swallow him down with a smile as he catches his breath. His abs contract with every exhale and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the undulating tattoos that ripple with every breath.

He looks down at you with the dopiest grin. “I ain’t never leaving you home now after that performance.” He jokes before helping you to your feet.

He kicks off his trousers with a laugh and circles an arm around your waist before leading you to the master bedroom. “Now it’s my turn to show how much I missed you.”

#chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader

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ansixilus · 6 months

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RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @peyurtle thank ye kindly. I benefit here from a habit for poetical naming, though I have to pull from several sources since my organization is as scattered as my muse's time-share schedule.

Black Wings in Twilight

Topsy Turvy, Purple and Red

Dancing on Cracking Glass

Not What We Seem

Waxing Moon

Summoned, Newmade

Dragon Below, Horizon Eyes

Semiautomagic

Lines in the Fog

The God Machine

Raythe Wormwood

Unity

Xenophon's Song

My Beloved Desert

A Touch of the Beyond

We're Monsters, Not Monstrous

The Monarchs

Keystone Research

Wolf

Raindrop on a Bending Leaf

Glass Masks

System Ghost

My Roommate, the Unspeakable Horror

Who Cares if I was Raised by a Wolf

Overthrow the Reign of Madness

Never Dead Which Eternal Burns

Stitching Together Fates and Shadows

And these ones don't exactly have WIPs, but they're rattling about in my head no less

The End of Wars

Thumb Bone Doorways

A Second Chance at Happiness

I'm A Magic Man

Okay, you made me trawl through my WIP folder and dig up stories long forgotten, fair enough. No, they aren't in much of any order, so the developed ones I'm actually working on are scattered in amongst the old snippets.

I'm pretty sure I don't know enough other writers, nor writer-adjacent folk, let alone as mutuals, but I'll try:

@asexualmonsterfucker Dearest friend, woe be upon thee

@humormehorny I think you're writer-adjacent???

@ernmark I think that's your writer aspect?

@yourozness you're in fandom, close enough

@lynnestra44 Finally, an unambiguous person I sort of know who writes things!

@mageofeternity I think I know who you are under there

@wizardlyghost wait, no, you're, but, who? I? Wha?

@nagia-pronounced-neijia HOW DID I NOT KNOW BEFORE NOW YOU'RE A FANDOM WRITER?

@cinturon-cadena

@thebutterflyoficeandwisteria

@esgiel if you're who I think you are... and if not oh well

@iron-mage

@imsorrywhatsalifeagain I think you do stuff???

@stormfalcon2018 cheap shot, ayyyy!

@hihogandalfaway

@ageblue You're in my notes and therefore my field of fire, have fun!

@kingofthesafetypins do you do things? I don't remember

Okay I'm running out of time this will have to do okay I love you byebye!

#tag game #ask me stuff

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wandixx · 6 months

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Wip Ask Game

Me: Hey it's looks fun, let's do it!

Also me: *second later, after realizing that about half of my WIPs don't have a title because I'm writing it on paper at school* Oh. Oh no. Not the title!

Me: *next second later, realizing that I'm a mess so most of these papers are out of a satchel I brought among other purposes, specifically for that* Well, gotta pull Drake and ignore my responsibilities to dig some shit up :D

I managed to get through both of these inconveniences so here we are, ask if you want. Most of them are one-shots but some (majority) are on their way to becoming something like my contingencies prompt fill (40 pages in Word document, over 20,000 words :D)

Danny and Wally are chaos incarnate

Dani's dress-up game and Batman's rouge gallery

GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice (cartoon)

I got feels moment so Danny gets hurt

J'onn J'onzz raids GIW to help white Martian. He meets one and a half ghost instead

Wander to the lights

Phantom is part of Young Justice

do barely organised worldbuilding notes count? I could tell you some things about it and maybe finally go back to working on it. There are deified turtles

That's it? I honest to God thought there was more to it, but well I was mistaken once again. Ask away I'm more than a little excited to ramble about all of this (maybe not the feels one because there really isn't much more to it but I can share some pieces)

If you want you can specify in ask if you would like a snippet or some info. If you don't do that you are condemned to whatever I'm more excited about.

I hope you all will like it

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #wip ask game #if anyone is curious turns out untitled to titled ratio was 3 titled/4 untitled #you can try guessing which one is which #ie which title I came up with in 15 seconds now and which one took exactly the same amount of time but when I was making back up before #I really hope it doesn't flop #i want to talk about my stories even though they aren't ready to be shown to the world #fantasy worldbuilding #i guess #please don't scream if you think I'm clogging the tag with it #I'll do better next time #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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kaisumisucreations · 2 years

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so yall remember what i said about potentially sprucing up and posting some iron lung environment sketches in the tags of that one post?

no?

well you��re getting it anyway!

also yeah i actually made two sketches instead of just one, i realized i didn’t have the energy to attempt to fully paint it but i really dig how they looked so i finally mustered up the energy to make them look presentable enough so they wouldn’t just rot away in my wip folder of doomed ideas for eternity.

#iron lung #video games #fanart #art #drawing #sketch #environment #landscape #ocean #creature #eel #horror #kaisucreations

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ask-guardian-gallade · 5 months

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Christmas comic cancelled

I really hate it when I cant be a man of my word. But sadly it's cancelled due to a stupid mistake. So here's what happened. It's abit of a long read so I'll add this just to not take up alot of space.

around a week ago I was trying out a game called Tiny Tina's Wonderlands since I'm a borderlands fan & I forgot this spin off was a thing. So after playing through it I ended up getting corrupter data on my character. I don't know how it happened so I looked it up trying to fix it. I found the solution but I have to delete my character since there was no option for me to restore it for some reason. After heading the advice I was able to enjoy the game again... until it happened again for like 4 times and I have to restore the character data by copy and pasting my data file through the game's files to prevent corruption only to end up starting in the exact same save point with the exact same build. I decided to dig deeper to find the real problem. Turns out the real problem is that I have no more data storage on my C drive. I found it weird because I installed the game on my D drive but it turns out that my onedrive cloud is on my C drive and my game save is in there for some reason.

I tried to move the save from my d drive but sadly it would make a exact same save back c drive. So I decided to delete the stuff from my drive so maybe the corruption can finally end. So I used the clean up option to free some space. then a restart was required due to an app I never use. when it did I finally can enjoy the game again. And then...I notice that all of my drawings from my folder in c drive was deleted along with it...even the wip of the Christmas comic 15 pages wasted.

So yeah I cannot stress this one enough and I really want to make it up somehow. I did have an idea but I'll just tell you as soon progress is made. IDK when it will be done but hopefully before July since I got plans.

#modtalk #i'm so sorry

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leiakenobi · 2 years

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Fandom: Dune (2021)/The Two Faces of January (2014) crossover Pairing: Leto Atreides/Rydal Keener/F!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1.2k words Summary: You are happy, but for each exquisite moment you spend in his arms, you are under no illusion that Leto is yours. So you feel no shame in the way that your eyes wander across his court, settling more often than not on his young attendant, Rydal. Warnings: Mild sexual content A/N: This fic has been languishing in my WIPs folder for over 6 months, and I finally managed to give it an ending this morning! I hope folks enjoy the concept of a crossover between these two as much as I do.

Read it on AO3 here!

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The Duke is tender.

That is, perhaps, what surprises you most of all, when he first takes you into his bed. So much gravitas, so much power, and yes—his kisses are full and sure.

But his hands trace your body with a lightness that takes your breath away.

Not always, of course. Especially not after he fills you late one evening and you whisper in his ear, “Could you be a little rougher, my Duke?”

He lets out a groan, then, his breath hot across your neck. “Leto,” he replies softly, before fucking you so hard that you’re sore for two days.

He’s never before asked you to call him by his name, but you gasp it more than once that night.

And somehow, even then – even then, with his rough kisses and his vice-like grip on your wrists and his heady, frantic thrusts – he is tender.

You are happy, but for each exquisite moment you spend in his arms, you are under no illusion that he is yours. You know that his Lady Jessica isn’t even the only other woman who’s intimately familiar with his touch. (And you know, too, that the Duke’s tastes don’t stop at women.)

So you feel no shame in the way that your eyes wander across his court, settling, more often than not--

Rydal must be nearly twenty years Leto’s junior, his face fresh and clean-shaven and his eyes bright. He stands attendant over each long supper, lingering close-at-hand to meet all of the Duke’s needs. He’s close-at-hand outside of the Duke’s chambers, too, at least into the early hours of the morning. Each time you extract yourself from Leto’s arms to return to your own small room, your eyes hesitate on the young servant with the ever-present smirk on his face.

The smirk tells you that he’s intimately familiar with the sound of your moans, and you don’t think you mind.

“Good evening, my lady,” he will murmur each time, and you don’t think you mind.

You couldn’t say precisely when those long gazes turn into a sweeter sort of drawn-out fantasy, but you find yourself having fanciful sorts of daydreams—your fingers in his soft, thick hair, his face buried in your chest, his hand tucking between your thighs.

Over dinner you imagine Rydal coming around the table to duck down and kiss along your neck.

Leto guides you to his chambers and you imagine another you, a bolder you, stepping out from under his grasp to grab Rydal by the hips and press him against the wall. Kiss that boyish smirk away.

But it is, you think, fantasy.

And then you’re standing at the foot of Leto’s bed while he discards some papers that a diplomat so unceremoniously tucked into his hand as you left the great hall together. You’re reaching up to pull away the straps of your gown when Leto is there behind you, his hand settling above yours and stilling your movement.

Grazing his lips over the back of your neck, he murmurs, “No need to rush.”

The Duke kisses your neck, slow and languorous, as his hands settle on your waist and pull you flush against him; the buttons of his formal dinner coat dig into your spine, and something about the feeling makes you shiver. It makes you close your eyes and sigh.

“What do you think of Rydal, my darling?”

Your eyes are open again in an instant, settling on the wall of ornate mirrors on the far side of the room. You cannot help but feel insignificant in the context of the splendor that’s been accumulated by generations of Atreides, but you also cannot possibly miss the way that Leto, too, is watching your reflection. You can’t miss the way he’s smiling.

“Your attendant?” you ask softly.

He hums his confirmation against your neck at the same moment that he grazes his teeth over your skin.

“I can’t say that I think of him enough to have much of an opinion.”

While you’re saying it, it doesn’t feel like a lie. You think of him, perhaps, but mostly to wonder whether he’s clever with his fingers and his tongue. That can’t be what Leto is asking you about.

But your words hang in the air and you realize otherwise almost at once.

Leto is patient, though, so perhaps he expected you to play coy. Softly, so softly, he nuzzles at your jaw right where it meets your neck, even as his grip on your waist grows tighter. “I wouldn’t take it personally if you do. I’m under no illusions that you belong to me. If your eyes, or any other part of you, were to stray elsewhere…” You inhale a sharp breath as he presses his pelvis close, making you all too aware of his increasing arousal. “They’d be lucky, to know how exquisite it is to have you in their bed.”

You open your mouth to speak, not quite certain what you might even want to say. You search for words for what feels like an age, though it’s likely only a few seconds before Leto chuckles in your ear. “Whatever you have thought about him, I can almost guarantee that your time with him would be more satisfying than you’ve imagined.”

There’s a playfulness to his tone that goes straight to your core, a playfulness that makes you raise your eyebrows at his reflection and ask, “Do you speak from experience, my Duke?”

It’s a bold question, even bolder because you’re still skirting around the issue of your own interest in the attendant. But Leto smirks, digging his fingers into your hip just a bit too tightly. “I daresay he would gladly join us,” he says, rather than answering your question. That feels like answer enough. “If you invited him inside.”

If you hadn’t known Leto for quite so long, you might have received this as an imperative. But over countless evenings at his side and in his bed, he’s allowed you glimpses at the tender essence of his core, and you feel it now, just barely beneath the surface of his words.

You hear it as an offer. You hear it as confirmation that he’s not remotely oblivious to your desire and he would like to sate it for you, if you will let him.

With trembling hands, you sever Leto’s grasp on you, turning to press a soft, slow kiss to his lips. You remain utterly silent as you cross the floor, footsteps echoing through the room and Leto resolute and statuesque where you left him. And then, hauntingly, the door creaks and groans as you ease it open.

Rydal stands close at hand but a pointedly respectful distance away, his eyes a little frantic even as he smiles at you—as though it took him by surprise that you’ve returned so quickly.

“Is everything alright, my lady?”

An ease settles over you in an instant.

“The Duke and I are in need of your company.”

Cautiously, he smiles, and you’re struck by a pleasant truth.

You think Rydal might be tender, too.

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interested in my other fics or my taglist form? you can find them on my masterlist here

blanket taglist: @amneris21, @brandyllyn, @iamskyereads, @jaime1110, @justjaclin, @marvelousmermaid, @mstgsmy, @pilothusband, @princessxkenobi, @pumpkin-stars

oscar taglist: @aellynera, @alwritey-aphrodite, @egcdeath, @genea-myers, @jitterbugs927, @rosiefridayrogersunday, @thedukeofcaladan

leto and/or rydal taglists: @dailyreverie, @disabledameron, @jettia, @mariesackler, @millllennia, @pedrosbisch, @stark-kirk-rogers-grant-blog, @zhonglis-wine

#leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you #rydal keener x reader #rydal keener x you #fanfic #my fic #created

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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Are u looking for smut prompts?!!?!? Cuz if so 13 for Jacob/Kit, but if not uhhhh disregard and have a cool day :p

I am so sorry this took me so long to get to, sometimes the smut just doesn’t want to come (excuse the pun) and this has sat in my wip folder half finished for forever. But it’s finally here and it’s definitely on the darker side of things.

@strangefable also asked for this one. So without further ado, the prompt fill for “Get back down here, we’re not done yet.”

Taste the Pain

18+, NSFW (Minors DNI)

Warnings: NonCon, References to torture and starvation, Fingering, Finger Sucking, Exhibitionism, Threats

Words: 1799

Pairing: Jacob Seed x Female Deputy (but Staci’s there too)

Read on AO3

Muffled groans were held back behind duct tape, like the sad sounds of a dying animal. By all accounts he was, or at least that’s what he was intended to be. Wide eyes searched the room desperately, trying to find something to focus on other than the cold stare that struck him full of so much fear.

Staci's mewling bit at her, burning through the ice that had frozen her veins for so long. Seeing him so worn out, so broken, and thin. He was emaciated, made weak since the last time she'd seen him, Jacob hadn't lied about what he intended to do with the traitor. He’d been trapped down here for seven days, the same seven days she remembered waking up to, feeling as though her stomach would start eating itself any given second, knowing that her brain had already started the process, and having that same sadistic grin looking down on her while she suffered.

Here they were all together, down in Jacob's bunker. The steady dripping of a pipe in the corner caused water to pool in the middle of the room where a small drain sat. Staci's cowboy boot slipped against the slick concrete, his foot kicking out as Jacob grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back, exposing his throat. A temptation for the killer instinct in Kit.

"Look at him, this pathetic piece of meat has been sniveling for days. Just won’t die though, so sure you'd come for him."

She closed her eyes, dragging them away from the bound man before her. His brown eyes brimming with tears. Snot running down in streams making the grey tape glisten in the gloom of the bunker’s lighting.

"Leave him alone, Jacob." She warned, not sure if her words would mean a damn thing at this point.

"You hear that Peaches, she's lookin’ out for ya." A cold chuckle drifting from him at the small defiant glance Staci shot in his direction. He hadn’t broken entirely yet, he was stronger than he looked, he had to give him that. "But you and I both know she didn’t come back here for you.” He squeezed Pratt’s shoulder, fingers digging into the space below the collar bone. “She's here because of me."

"This is fucking sick!" She snarled.

Jacob stalked around Staci, leg swinging with each prideful step. His pet had been the perfect bait to catch her, to get her to come back home, and now he’d get his chance to gloat. "Doesn't he deserve to know? His hero, the Deputy, is with the enemy." He pointed his finger at her as if she were on trial, a witch about to be burned at the stake.

Pratt's eyes went wide as a calf's at the revelation. A tear slipping down the side of his face while he looked at her with a furrowed brow. She could only imagine the things he was thinking about her now.

“Doesn’t he deserve to know about the things you’ve done for me? With me?” Jacob smirked and white teeth shone from the corner of his mouth.

She was of the mind to punch the look off his face. “No. I'm not...not like this.” She turned to climb the stairs back out of the bunker, back to where the fresh air blew, where she could think clearly again.

“Get back down here, Deputy. We’re not done yet.”

That growl of his stopped her feet dead in their tracks. Something that spoke to the most basic part of her. He knew how to command her, and just like how an animal is able to obey, understanding only the tone of voice, so too did she come to heel.

“Good girl. Now get your ass back where Peaches can see ya.”

She dragged her feet along the concrete floor, jaw clenched as her fists were held at her sides. Her heart pounding in her chest thinking about what Jacob might have had running through his head right now.

He circled behind her and she went rigid like she was under inspection, her muscles tensing, reacting to his proximity. Cold fingers wrapped around her neck and then grabbed at the collar of her jacket as he ripped it down her shoulders and arms, throwing it into a dark corner of the room. She wore just a tank top and dozens of scratches and bruises scattered across her chest, neck and arms suddenly came to light. He ran his thumb over the freshest of the batch, deep and purple, right at the curve of her neck causing her to wince as a twinge of pain shot through her muscle.

“Ya see I heard a rumor about our little pal Peaches here. I heard that he liked to flirt with ya."

Staci's head dropped, chin pressed to his chest. In a moment of weakness he had confided in the wrong person. Shoulders lifting and then falling with a heavy sigh.

Jacob's cruel grin made his eyes narrow, taking so much joy out of the deputy’s suffering. His nose pressed to Kit’s neck as his hand grabbed the chunk of hair at the nape just above her braid making her teeth grit. "Can hardly blame him."

He pushed her forward, legs stumbling under her like a foal. Grabbing at her sore point, he pushed her down to her knees. She could look nowhere but up at Staci, at his broken skin, all bruises and dried blood. The guilt began to eat at her and all she could do was mouth she was sorry - what little good that would do either of them now.

"From what I hear Peaches has been around the block a time or two. So I'm sure he can tell where all these marks came from." His hand slid from her shoulder, calloused palm rubbing against the tattooed flesh of her back. “Stay right there. Don’t you move a muscle," he whispered to her, his voice creeping into that part of her brain that aimed to please.

She didn’t try to run, didn’t try to fight. There was no point. Doing that would only mean harm would come to Staci, not to her. That was the unspoken rule, she already knew it. Staci was the errand boy, she was the real pet.

Returning to Staci’s side, Jacob grabbed at the corner of the tape on his mouth. Ripping it off in one foul swoop, like tearing off a bandage, portions of Staci’s stubble coming away with it. Patches of red scattered around his mouth, while the tape residue clung to his black whiskers.

His scream echoed around the confines of the damp basement, but Jacob didn't notice, he just kept right on talking. Unfazed by the horror he inflicted on others. "I'm willing to cut a deal here. I'll let Peaches live, hell he can even stay in the bunker, but he needs to know his boundaries, he needs to know where the line is drawn."

Kit could feel the swell of anger bubbling up to the surface once more. "I'm pretty sure he has an idea. You've made your point. Right, Stace?" She looked at Staci with pity in her eyes, knowing all too well that the young Deputy only had so much left in him after all that he'd been through.

He nodded his head fervently at her in return until Jacob yanked back on his hair, holding him in place once more. "He needs to know that what's mine is mine and it better stay that way, and the best way of doing that is getting used to a scent."

Her eyes flared up at Jacob, disgusted by the insinuation of what was going to come next.

"I don't share. And knowing that he's already been sniffing around you, well I need him to be aware of just who you belong to."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She snapped.

"He set you free thinking you'd come back for him. Thinking you'd escape together. I think Peaches here has a crush. Let's give him a taste of that freedom." He clapped his hands on Staci's shoulders, his cold stare directed at her. "Stand up."

She rose to her feet, swallowing heavily, dreading the soldier's next move, but unwilling to disobey.

"See how well she listens, Peaches. I never have to tell her anything twice. That's why she's not tied to a chair like you are."

Jacob chuckled to himself as he strode back over to her side, standing behind her, his pale stare focused now on Staci as his hands slid down her hips and over her curves. Unbuttoning her jeans, his hand slipped down the front of her panties.

A breathy, shaking sigh escaped her as his fingertips began to toy with her clit, rubbing rough circles against it. Sliding down her slit, petting her, slipping up into her until she was soaking wet and his digits were dripping with her slick.

Her eyes squeezed together tightly, wanting to grab his hands and pull them away, a bright red flush overtaking her. Turned on by the way he made her feel. Embarrassed to have an audience. Shocked to learn how much she enjoyed being taken by him as others watched.

Pulling away from her, he left her empty and wanting. His fingers glistened in the dark as he shoved them under Staci's nose, forcing him to smell the scent of her upon them.

Kit's heart sank as his eyelashes fluttered, his eyes closing as he took in her scent. Her salty sweet musk was a kind escape from the scent of wet earth the basement had surrounded him in.

Grabbing Staci by the jaw, Jacob forced his mouth open, shoving his fingers inside the younger man's mouth, allowing him a taste of her. Swirling his fingers against his tongue, stroking stripes against it, pressing down and making Pratt gag.

"How does she taste, Peaches?"

Staci tried to speak around the fingers in his mouth but it was no use. Saliva dripped down from the corner of his mouth and settled into the hairs of his beard as more tears fell down his cheeks.

"You better get every last drop of her, pup, because this is the one and only time you're going to get this."

Dragging his tongue between thick fingers, Staci’s cheeks concave as he sucked his master's digits clean.

"Good boy."

His eyes rolled back into his head, the conditioning still having an effect on his mind. Even as Jacob yanked his fingers free with a wet pop, Staci was not yet ready to have them leave.

"Now I hope I've made myself clear." Jacob wiped his fingers on the arm of Staci's shirt, smug as ever, his focus returned to her. "She's mine."

#far cry 5 #fan fiction #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed #staci pratt #oc: kit cross #dark smut #lemon

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @hereforanepilogue!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16, with more on my mostly-abandoned FF.net account

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 163,682 (and about ~200k more unpublished in my WIP folder)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Right now the big one is Stranger Things but my forever fandom is Power Rangers/Sentai/Kamen Rider. I've also written for Psych, Doctor Who, and Supernatural. (Most of my SPN and DW stuff is sequestered to my FF account.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Descent into the Depths of the Earth (Or at Least Milwaukee) (1093)

To Find a King (869)

Dream On (112)

In the Mood (112)

Cold Hard Bitch (104)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I really try to, but sometimes it gets away from me and I worry it's been too long since they left the comment, and it turns into a whole thing (in my head ofc).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Descent, easily. The post kiss freakout being resolved in another fic? When the fic was originally going to end very differently? Yeaaaaaaah.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Toss up between TFaK (fully resolving's Descent's angsty ending) or California (literally a mini-fic about the OTP getting married).

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have, mainly some pretty straightforward m/m stuff. A few funkier attempts swim around my WIP folder, almost certainly never to see the light of day.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've written a lot of subtle crossovers, but only two overt ones, and I think the craziest would be the Doctor Who/Office one I wrote back in high school. Dwight is a Dalek!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? If anyone has, they didn't ask or tell me (or it's been long enough that I forgot).

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? At this point, feels safe to say Maddie/Nick, even if that's at least 75% my own interpretations and projections. Destiel, Shassie, and Steddie are pretty darn close, especially Destiel, even if I haven't been involved in that fandom in over a decade.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A few of my orphaned fics on FF.net will probably never see the light of day, as well as some of the half-formed works in my current WIP folder. Technically have the finished final chapter of Magical Mysteries but no motivation to edit, so still holding hope for that one.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, I think. I spend a lot of time trying to imagine the scenes I write and hear the dialogue how I think the actors would deliver it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Conciseness, clearly. Takes a lot of self-editing to wrangle a story to a manageable, clear narrative.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've done bits and pieces of it here and there, mainly with the like five languages that I can double-check against my own thin linguistic knowledge.

19. First fandom you wrote for? if you dig back far enough, pretty sure it was Pokemon on the Bulbagarden forums

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Descent, easily. Despite the angsty ending, it was fun to write a slice of life centered on two characters I love, going to an event I love even more.

no pressure tags for @eriquin @serpentinegraphite and whoever else sees this, go wild

#tag game #my writing

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duckingwriting · 8 months

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Manuscript Search Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @writernopal and you can find her post here.

I'm no pressure tagging @oh-no-another-idea, @mariahwritesstuff, @author-a-holmes, @wildswrites and leaving an open tag for the words: Hey, incident, charge, leash.

My words are savor, energy, camp, and fortune

CW/TW before each snip -

Snips bellow the cut!

Savor Unsavory

ALRIGHT! You know what you did? Picked the one word I apparently never use? I had to dig through my folder of 'will get back too eventually....maybe..." WIPs to find anything close to savor. AHHH!

This is form who's working title is Dogs of the Past, CW/TW: Slut shaming, body image issues,

“But I can’t! What if…what if he doesn’t love me?” Teddy buried her face in her hands as she whispered. “I’d like to think we’re friends now, I don’t want to ruin that. And just look at me!” “I see you, but I don’t see anything wrong other than the dirt now on your nose.” Haley used the weed in her hand to smack Teddy’s hands lightly. “Haley, you’ve seen the women Gunner visits. They’re best friends. How could Victor ever be interested in me with those…those…those things so willing to do…things?” “First of all the words you were looking for are whores and sex not things.” Harley watched in amusement as embarrassment danced in Teddy’s eyes. “Second of all, Victor rarely joined Gunner in his…unsavory hobbies. Sure he goes clubbing but rarely does he indulge.” “But…” “No buts. Teddy, honey, you need to grow a pair and go talk with the meathead not me.” Haley shook a weed at Teddy before tossing it into the pile to the side of the garden. “Okay…but a pair of what?” Teddy blinked up at Haley as the other woman sighed and shook her head. The woman was more sheltered than Haley thought anyone had the right to be.

Energy

From an unnamed fated mates werewolf story CW/TW - none for this one

Jack ran xirs fingers through xirs hair before rubbing xirs face in the hopes that it would chase the sleep away. Xe had spent most of the afternoon with Sarah. Sarah was fun, but Jack had already known that. They had been sharing a dorm for months by now and had been getting along. Even with Jack knowing that half Sarah's interest in xem was stemmed from wanting to know her brother's mate. Wanting to give John information on his mate who they had thought was just a human. But the woman was a lot of energy and at the moment Jack's own energy level was short. Xe wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for an extended period of time. Xe thought maybe a year would work. At one point xe would have said nothing was more exhausting than finals week. But xe was wondering if xe needed to rethink that assessment. One afternoon with Sarah showing xem around the pack house and xe was ready to reevaluate everything xe had ever thought about finals work load. Xe had managed to sneak away from the energetic woman, xe was not sure if xe should go to the room xe would be sharing with John or not. Xe chewed on xirs lip standing at the bottom of the stairs. Xe hated feeling uncertain, xe had managed to make every decision in xirs life confidently before. But finding xirs mate had never been part of xirs life plan. Especially not one who was an alpha of his own pack.

Camp

From the unnamed Robin Hood Gay Fantasy Western that really needs a title because I'm running out of time - CW/TW: none

"How are you feeling?" Robin's voice came from over his shoulder but Phil did not lift his gaze from the fire. "Like someone tried to hang me out to dry." Phil grumbled. Will had not fought hard to provide him with medical care when Phil was glaring daggers at everyone. Tuck had not backed down though, so Phil had been forced to sit and let the preacher dress his wounds. He had not moved from the spot he had been led to since coming to the camp. He half expected to be tied and questioned but so far no one had moved to do anything more than release Nix who had settled down at his side after scenting him almost aggressively. Phil had not wanted to admit how thankful he was to see the stubborn beast alive. Injured yes, but they had been cared for. So she would be fine. "That's not funny." Robin's voice was tight as he moved to sit beside the other man. "You nearly were hung."

Fortune Unfortunately

Apparently this is another word I don't use often, but I got one close in a current WIP sooo...

From the Jur-ass-ic series, specifically You Spino Me Right Round(god I'm bad at names) CW/TW: Sex...adjacent...It's thought about but not in too much detail, gore, eating people, POV of a non-human creature

Vitale stared down at the strange soft creature he had found in his territory. The second one he had seen. Tegid's mate was the first. She was soft and would have been an easy meal. Staring down at the lanky creature that had attempted to run from him, Vitale could not help but feel that this one too would have made very easy prey. Unfortunately for Vitale's stomach he could not bring himself to eat this one. Unlike the female that would have been a wonderful and easy snack, this one was his mate. Vitale felt a strong warning growl rise in his chest at the thought. Warning any and all other predators away. He wanted it known that if anyone dared to enter his territory. Dared to challenge him and his mate, he would kill them. He would rip them apart and devour their entrails. Or maybe he would offer them to his mate instead. Leaning down he scooped the small creature into his arms and frowned in confusion. This creature was far weaker and softer than Tegid's mate had been. He leaned in and inhaled the scent of the creature. Perhaps he was mistaken? It was unthinkable for him to have a fated mate that was weak. But he held the creature in his arms. His scent curling into his lungs and stroking his desire while his cock throbbed at the thought of how he could change his mate's scent from the bitter scent of fear that still covered him to the heavy scent of arousal. Then he thought about his mate being exposed to anyone who would walk by and another growl vibrated the air around them.

#writblr #dux writing #duxwriting #my writing #tag game #tag games #robinhoodwestern #amwriting #DogsOfThePast #YouSpinoMe #Jur-ASS-ic #werewolves #shifters #fated mates

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itwoodbeprefect · 1 year

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WIP Game! ✨

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

i was tagged by @luredin (thank you!) and i’ll tag @redgoldblue, @spaceradars, @logicgunn, and you, the person reading this, to either do this tag game, not do it, or do it six months from now (or anywhere between now and then) - whichever works for you.

and then, hm. the thing about how i write fic is that technically speaking it’s, uh, deeply inefficient, in the sense that i’ll start a hundred things (more literally than you might think) and bounce around between them until something gets close enough to being finished that it just needs a final little push (which only happens for about half the things i start, but that’s okay, because the other half is also an invaluable part of the process).

point being, the list of WIPs is long. curated version (with any projects i’d consider abondoned/barely started filtered out) below the cut. send me a title or fandom + number!

Starsky & Hutch (practically all of this is Starsky/Hutch)

Our girlfriend who lives in Canada

All your ducks in a row

Starsky gets politically involved

Starsky decides Hutch’s mustache is gay

On blond blintzes, and how to sweeten them: easy 5-step recipe!

Starsky interrupts Hutch’s date with a guy

Gold dust woman // Take your silver spoon (Dig your grave)

Hutch has a new neighbor

Peter Whitelaw meets Starsky for dinner

Someone overhears them

Starsky’s brother visits

Hutch gets himself a beard

Not even a good kisser (Death in a different place tag)

Everything goes wrong / They were jinxed

Hutch kisses Starsky

Hutch would pick Paul Newman

Starsky’s painted nails

Love you to love me

Sleep together sometimes

Fire metaphors - And a freight train running through the middle of my head

Starsky dates a married woman

Here be dragons (Cowboy on the white horse)

Hutch is the utterly oblivious one, Starsky is confused

Greg is a four letter word

Cuddling only happens when they’re dying

Huggy brings a housewarming gift

Arranged Marriage AU

The Brotherhood of the Traveling Pet Rock

Hutch vs. glasses

Twilight

Personalized embroidered towels

Hawaii Five-0 (everything here is Steve/Danny)

It might sound cheesy

The opposite of purple prose (isn’t this)

Counting the days (and the hours, minutes, seconds, and maybe a microsecond or two)

The fic where Steve thinks Danny is dating the botanist neighbor

Arguments over spice racks

Five people who don’t get why Danny couldn’t just tell Steve that he’s in love with him (and one person who does)

Steve sees rainbows everywhere

Danny loses track of the line between friendship and romance

Five things Nahele learned from Steve (plus one)

They try to find a term for each other

Ace soulmate AU

The bunk beds fic

Steve and Danny buy a house together

Five times Steve is not going to be emotional about moving

They have Lou and Renee over for dinner!!!

The hyphenation of life

I love you sounds different if you’re saying it to a guy you’re sleeping with

I spy, with my little bi

Multimedia fic?

The soap opera fix

Deus ex machina (the one with dolphin God)

Danny has someone else

Steve’s becomes… themed

They watch Top Gun

Danny Williams and the Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Neighborhood Barbecue

Danny undercover needs to ward off advances

Danny tries to get Steve’s phone because he sent Stella a gay crisis text

Superheroes at a museum

A flip-flop state of mind (the half-posted multichapter fic already up on ao3)

Stargate Atlantis (John/Rodney except for that last one, where it’s &)

The Brightest Light in Atlantis

Universe where X

Some kind of DADT repeal fic

John tells Rodney he likes him and they try to figure it out together

Aro Ace John

due South (RayK/Fraser, and for #2 also RayV/Stella)

Oral hygiene fic

Fraser and both Rays and Stella have dinner together

The Guy Thing

Other

Homophobia? (Sports Night, Dan/Casey)

Leapfrog (911, Buck/Eddie)

Jolene/Diane (from the songs. so I guess songfic)

Johnny comes out (and he and Daniel keep going to that bar) fic (Cobra Kai, Johnny/Daniel)

Our Dear Mr. Wilson’s Guide To Becoming A Successful Contributing Member Of A Team Of Internationally Renowned High-Tech Do-Gooder Criminals (Leverage Redemption, gen with background OT3)

MASH marriage fic (MASH, Hawkeye/Trapper)

BJ figures out Hawkeye is not very heterosexual (MASH, gen)

#the h50 list especially is. considerably shortened #there's an older version of The Big H50 WIP Document that if presented in full would probably push us over the 100 mark by itself #but we don't need that. this is... 75. i think 75 is enough #*#tag stuff

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druidx · 1 year

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WIP Whenever/ April Round-up

What was on the Task List for April?

❌️ Do Backups! …Bugger.

❌️ Starbound Character Intros. Nope. The last crewmember is still hanging out in my drafts…

✅️ Edit The Ruby Falls. Yes! YES YES‼️ I said I was going to do this week 14. I also did weeks 15-18 (aka all of April).

✅️ Record Podfics. Yes! We're now up to 49 recorded (not necessarily posted). I have forgotten how many that's out of… 120, maybe?

❌️ Finish some of the 78 WIPs. Ah ha. Heh… No. With the reveal of this year's TESFest prompts, this has, in fact, gone up.

❌️ Posting 'For Posterity' items/ sorting my Stories folder. Think this is going to be shelved for a while.

❌️ Posting drafts. I set the targets to: Reads-Writeblr down to 25, and Main down to 100. Reads is now at 74, and Main is at 170…

What have I been doing?

This month has literally been about The Ruby Falls, and nothing else. It's made up of 17 sections, and in April I was able to finish section 3 (which is now 2 sections in one, because narratively speaking they needed compressing). At this point, I'm midway through section 4. I think I'm going to be continuing on The Ruby Falls for the foreseeable future. Not only do I have momentum on it, but I made a deal with @artbyeloquent that they've got to finish chapters 4-6 of Hill To Die On and I've got to finish section 4 of The Ruby Falls by mid-may. So expect me to be talking about nothing but 😅️

I have been keeping up with recording the podfics! I'm very proud of myself for that, especially since we've had three bank holiday mondays in close succession which means I'm digging into my reserve of recordings. I finally got Audacity and, man, I should have gotten it again sooner. I remember it being horribly complicated to use and set up (because audio under Linux is 7 codecs in a trenchcoat and three of them are biting each other and you). It definitely makes recording the longer items much easier. We've got another two bank holidays in May, so I should have enough backlog to cover those. I'm still enjoying recording the podfics, but posting them is much more laborious 😅️

Also on the topic of Podfics, I opened a Ko-Fi page to help with the cost of hosting. I know the extra Google Drive space is only £16, but that's extra to my budget, so any pennies you can spare my way is appreciated. I'm also happy to record stuff for others -- I've done some sweepers for my housemate's twitch stream, so I can do those or record fics for others too.

What's Next for May?

I think we're gonna keep it simple in May.

➼ Do backups!!!! Very important, must do.

➼ Edit The Ruby Falls. As above, this is going to be my focus from now on.

➼ Record more Podfics. 70 now remain...

#meta writing #wip update #wip whenever #wip wednesday #progress update #writing roundup #writing progress #meta wandering words

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sailorbryant · 1 year

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Thanks for tagging me @miss-ingno! :D No clue if I did this right or not, but my words were run, brush, and freeze. I did not have Brush or Freeze anywhere in my folders, so I replaced Brush with touch (Cause that's the only thing I could find!) and freeze with froze.

Run: (As of yet untitled VegasPete BDSM club fic.)

“I’m sure, babe. Believe me,” and Vegas can hear the smirk in Porsche’s voice. “Vegas is just Pete’s type.”

Vegas stumbles over his own feet.

He quickly pulls himself together, and continues, ignoring the trail of Porsche’s laughter behind him. He has never been late for an appointment since he started this years ago, and he will not break that record tonight just because Porsche knows how to rile him up.

Vegas is just Pete’s type, runs through his mind as he twists and turns through the halls of The Family’s VIP area, and he has to shake his head to try and jostle the words loose. What in the world was wrong with this Pete guy, Vegas couldn’t help but think, before he finally enters the room he has a standing reservation for.

Brush Touch: How Far We've Come, chapter 2. KPVP messy little thing.

Over the weeks following the ‘event’ as Vegas calls it in his head, he definitely does not think about it. Anytime the images of Porsche’s arms cradled so casually against Pete’s waist enters his mind or the way Pete leaned into Porsche’s touch, he digs his nails into his palms and the pain forces him to think of anything else.

He doesn’t bring it up to Pete, and Pete doesn’t mention it either. The next time they meet with Porsche there is an awkwardness that lasts for only a moment but is immediately snuffed out once the two friends start talking. Kinn gives him a long, searching look behind their boyfriends’s backs, but he doesn’t make a comment. After that, Vegas is convinced that it was a strange little aberration that happened once, and they are all going to move on and forget all about it.

Until about a month later, when they are out at Yok’s bar, it happens again.

Freeze Froze (Chapter 5 of Dwarven Companion, my bagginshield WIP)

It was probably the prince’s, already deep into their cups, trying to drag him down to the gathering of the Company’s family and friends that he had already turned down twice. Or possibly Balin with a last-minute request for assistance before the larger banquet that was scheduled for the following night. 

Bilbo was still contemplating which one was worse, as he opened the door. And then promptly froze.

“Thorin?” he whispered stunned.

“Good evening,” Thorin replied in his deep baritone, and Bilbo couldn’t ignore the shivers it sent down his spine. He hadn’t been this close to the King in weeks.

It was as unnerving as it was amazing.  

Tagging absolutely anyone who wants to do this. It's fun!

Words: dream, home, sun

#wip meta

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