#i was trying not to do challenges until I have more of my WIPs under control

[thekeystothebasement]

REQUEST!! Head empty just thinking about throwing the 141 guys on their back to ride the living soul out of them till they're babbling non sense+ including König and graves these boys are to die for🤤🤎🤎🤎

A/N: I'm slowly making my way through the requests, This one took me a bit longer than I expected. It was quite challenging writing similar prompts for different characters without sounding repetitive.I went hard on Captain Price and Ghost's parts but I sort of felt like the quality went down after that :(

Let me know what ya'll think!

Check out my post: WIPS and Requests if you're interested in what I have planned or curious about the rules I set for requests.

Captain Price:

You've been needy all day and Price hasn't been giving you the attention you've been craving.

He was constantly pacing around the base, in meetings, and never having an opportunity to be with you until you found one.

After wandering around the base like a lost puppy looking for its owner, you found Price at his office, sitting in his big leather chair.

You could hear him sigh out of frustration, rubbing his temple, you could see the exhaustion on his face.

Normally you would leave him alone or even convince him to rest but you were so fucking needy.

The ache between your legs only seems to grow by the second.

Seeing him lean back into his leather chair, legs spread and letting out a sigh of frustration you finally decided to pounce.

"Daddy" you whimpered as you bounced on his dick. You were riding him eagerly, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. Normally Price would be so rough with you, pounding you against his desk and calling you a whore, his little slut. But Price couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Any words coming from his mouth were slurred as he looked at you with hooded eyelids.

"I'm a good girl, right?" you asked as you kept your relentless pace. "I'm taking care of daddy." you giggled as you felt him throb inside of you. You rocked your hips against him as you leaned closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"C'mon daddy, let it out." you whimpered. You gently nipped at his ear earning a throaty moan from him. "Let your baby take care of you. Be a good boy for me."

You let out a gasp at his weak attempt to thrust up into you, his nails leaving marks on your hips.

"Princess..." he whimpered

"Yes, sir?" you were smiling down at him, feeling him tense under you before shuddering as his cum shoots deep into you. His body goes limp on the leather chair as you continue to ride him, not satisfied with the amount of cum he gave you.

"Giving up already?" you pouted. You could feel his semen run down your burning thighs, leaving you even hornier.

"C'mon old man, your princess wants more."

Ghost:

Ghost never liked to relinquish control.

Whenever you tried to take the reigns you were always put in your place

On your back with your legs over his shoulder as he pounded into you, desperately trying to breed you.

Despite how good he made you feel, you always had the fantasy to be on top.

You wanted Ghost to be the one left quivering and begging.

You wanted to be the one in control. You wanted to be the one to be able to hold's Ghost pleasure over his head.

You wanted Ghost to beg you to let him cum, which is exactly what your ears are hearing.

"Fucking hell, don't do this to me, baby..." Simon pleaded. The rope tied around his wrist wouldn't budge no matter how hard Simon's hands tried to reach out to your body. He couldn't remember how many times you kept bringing him to the edge of pleasure, riding his cock and squeezing your warm wet cunt around him, to only pull away when you feel the familiar throb of his cock ready to burst his semen inside you.

"C'mon lieutenant..." you whispered into his ear as your fingernail traveled from his neck down to his chest. "I know you can beg better than that. How much do you want to cum inside this wet pussy." You teased.

You can see how red his tip was, practically ready to blow his load inside you with the slightest touch. His breathing was labored, his chest rapidly rising and falling. The rope tied around his ankles kept him from bucking his hips into you, as you hovered over him. Your pussy is just a few mere centimeters from his cock.

"c'mon princess..." he choked out, completely frustrated in the predicament he woke up to. "Please ride me..."

You couldn't help the wide grin that appeared on your face as you looked down at Simon. As soon as those words left his mouth you bounced down onto his cock earning a whimper from the man below you.

"As you wish lieutenant."

Soap:

You and Soap had made a bet after a heated argument in front of the 141 task force.

Somehow the topic landed on Sex

Soap had begun to brag that he could last hours to the point he'd outlast his partner which earned a snort from you.

All eyes landed on you at your reaction, Soap didn't take it lightly and thus started your mini argument

The argument ended when you and Soap agreed to have sex with each and see who would last the longest.

The group was astounded at the interaction and decided to stay at the bar longer than they planned as they watched you and Soap leave.

They did not want to be around you both as the bet took place.

"Johnny..." you panted as you looked down at the male before you. His eyes were squeezed shut as he roughly panted below you. "Admit it. You can't outlast me. My pussy is about to put you to sleep."

Soap could only whimper as you continued to bounce on his cock, vulgar wet sounds emitted by your actions. A ring of white can be seen in the base of his cock, the ring getting thicker and thicker as you continued to ride him. His hips would lazily try to meet yours, missing the rhythm you had set.

Your giggles echoed in his room as you felt his body stiffen, knowing his semen was about to be freed from their chamber. You could hear him babble nonsense as your cunt squeezed around his cock, squeezing the last bit of cum he had. Hissing as he nutted in you.

"you're a fucking minx..." he panted out. His hand tapped the inside of your cum covered thighs.

"Tapping out, Johnny?"

Gaz:

You and Gaz were the youngest members of the task force.

Because of this, you two got along well.

A little too well for everybody's comfort

It was no secret you two were fooling around with each other

Every member has their own experience catching you two in the act, mortifying all who were involved

But that never stopped you and Gaz from doing it again

The bathroom, kitchen, and even the sparring room were not safe from your lewd acts

Hell, you could imagine Price's shouting already

You were riding Gaz on Price's favorite couch, the worn-out fabric couch by the coffee table

"You got issues Gaz,"

Gaz was leaning back on the couch, 'coincidentally' the very spot Price sits on every day. He watched as you did all the work. Watching as your breasts jiggled with every bounce on his dick. He leaned further into the couch as you continued to belittle him.

"You like it when we get caught," you teased. "Pervert."

Gaz felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, you were breathtaking, you looked so beautiful riding him. Your hands settled on his shoulders as you raised your hips and fell down on his cock, his balls slapping against your ass.

"Hurry up and cum Gaz," you gasped out. His fingers tightened around your hips as he edged closer and closer to the height of his pleasure. "Don't want the Captain to walk in and see me riding his favorite sergeant?"

"...fuck..."Gaz moaned. His eyes squeezed shut as he imagined your words. "...baby"

"Sick-fuck..." you teased. You quicked your pace, moving your hips in a circular manner. "You want the Captain to see me milk your cum from your balls?"

"shit..oh god..." Gaz cried out. You felt his body stiffen as he chanted 'yes baby' He could feel your walls squeezing around him, desperately trying to milk him.

As you feel his cum dribble down your thigh, your next set of words had him running through a list of emotions, his limp dick twitching inside of you despite his consciousness telling him how wrong it was to be getting hard in the situation he found himself in.

"Hi, Captain. Enjoying the show?"

Konig:

Konig's eyes followed you everywhere and you noticed for quite a bit of time.

You never really held a conversation with the tall male before.

He was too anxious to talk to you but whenever you approached him and try to converse with him, he could only reply with one-word responses.

Despite the lack of conversations, you enjoyed his presence.

You would be writing in your journal across from him and he would sketch on his sketchpad.

You've seen his sketches before, he was quite skilled and you rained compliments on him.

He would awkwardly laugh at your compliments, his mask hiding the big smile and blush on his cheeks.

Konig's body would soon stiffen under your next question, his hand harshly gripping at his sketchpad, and his pencil snapped in the other.

"Have you ever done nude art?"

You already knew the outcome when you suggested he draw you nude.

The devious smile on your face as you led him to your room and rid yourself of your clothes.

You admired Konig's self-control when he actually did try to sketch you nude but you had other plans.

"Mesmerize every square inch of my body." you panted. Konig was sprawled on the floor as you used his body for your complete and utter pleasure. His sniper hood was discarded in the room as his forearm covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face from the pleasure of your tight walls squeezing his overstimulated cock.

Whimpers and breathy moans escaped his throat and released into the room. Wet sounds resonated in the room as you bounced on his cock and scratched and clung to his chest.

"I'll remember..." Konig breathed out. "I'll remember...Scheiß...your curves..and...tight pussy"

You laughed at his weak attempt to reply to you, his sentence broken each time your ass landed on his balls earning whimpers and curses from the male. You could feel Konig's dick throb inside of you and his moans becoming higher and more frequent.

"Cum inside of me..."You begged. "and then you'll be able to draw me full of your semen."

Graves:

As soon as you got a glimpse of his eyes, you knew you were going to fuck him into submission

The way his eyes would shined when he stepped into the dinner and noticed a cute young waitress looking at him with a soft smile

He'd sit in a booth and pray you'll be his waitress for the night

He'd subtly flirt with you but you knew what you wanted and aggressively flirted right back at him

His eyes would follow your figure as you'd walk away, his eyes focusing on your ass

When you returned with his food you sat in the chair in front of him and kept him company as he ate his meal

Eventually, your boss yelled at you to get back to work, leaving Graves smirking at the small pout on your face.

You would lean down to his ear, his eyes gazing at your cleavage, your hand squeezing his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "I get off at 10. If you'll wait for me, I'll make it worth your while."

You stood back up, dusting your skirt and sending him a wink before getting back to work

Despite the car having tinted windows, the rocking of the car and the smudged handprints on the windows gave away what was happening inside.

Phillip was sprawled on the car seat that was set all the way down, you were sat on his clothed dick, rocking your wet folds against the wet fabric of his briefs. His briefs stained with his cum and your arousal.

“C’mon baby….fuck,” Graves whined. “Let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

You gave him false hope as you lifted your hips up and pulled down his briefs. You continued to rock your hips, your wet folds spreading your arousal on his red tip. You felt him shudder under your teasing, his eyes squeezed shut as his hands tried to grip the leather seats.

“Please stop teasing me, baby.” He begged.

You grinned at him, lining yourself up with his dick before you slowly eased him inside of you. Your eyes closed shut momentarily before the were snapped open, feeling Grave shoot his cum inside of you.

Your laughter filled the car as you began to bounce on his dick, whimpers and moans escaping from Graves.

“Was my pussy that good,” you questioned. “Fucking nutted just by being inside of me….Pathetic”

Graves couldn’t help but enjoy the way you degraded him, feeling your warm walls hug his cock, and the way yours eyes looked down at him. Your eyes looking at him as if he was a toy for your pleasure. Disregarding how sensitive he was from all your teasing, not caring how many times you made him cum inside of his briefs, his cum and your arousal mixed with each other, wet sounds emitted each time you lowered your hips all the way till his balls were tightly pressed against your ass.

“Shit….gonna fuck myself on your cock till the sunrise…”you said as you felt him throb inside of you once again.

“ if you can even last that long…”

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[thewolvesof1998]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley and @wikiangela

Bear with me...Since Halloween's over I think it's time for a change of picture, now its too early for anything Christmas so I thought I would change to my drawing of Rodeo Star Buck as I finally finished drawing it:

And since it's Wednesday, here's a little bit I've been working on today from Chapter three of Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em:

Eddie watches as Buck pulls away, not physically, he stays lying next to Eddie, but he pulls away mentally and it hurts more than it should. It leaves a sour taste in Eddie’s mouth and it makes him want to chase after Buck, kiss him until it washes it away. It can’t end like this, on this sour note with Buck further away from him than when he entered this hotel room.  Eddie rolls onto his side facing Buck, props himself up on his elbow and reaches out towards Buck before he can think better. His hand connects with Buck’s shoulder first before sliding down over his chest and down to sit low on his stomach. He’s so warm even with the T-shirt between them.  “What are you doing?” Buck asks “We have an hour before I have to leave, we could you know, if you want?” Buck raises a single eyebrow, “Fuck?” Eddie blushes, he doesn’t know why he’d said worse things last night, “Yeah, I suppose that’s a word for it.” “I wanna hear you say it.” Eddie meets Buck’s gaze, his blue eyes practically glowing in the early morning light, leans until his lips brush against Buck’s ear and whispers, “I want to fuck you.” He almost says 'I want you to fuck me' but he's not sure he's ready for that yet. Buck swallows, “Yeah, yeah we can do that.”  At the permission Eddie slides his hand down and under Buck’s shirt, he lightly brushes over the skin above the waistband of his boxers, teasing and teasing until Buck is squirming.  “I thought you said you were going to fuck me?” He asks already a little breathless, his bottom lip in what Eddie would call a pout.  Eddie chuckles, “Always so impatient.” “We only have an hour,” Buck says and it’s a harsh reminder of the little time they have left together, something Eddie doesn’t want to focus on right now.  He pulls the covers off of them before returning his hand to Buck’s waistband, he’s already straining against the thin black fabric. Eddie slips his hand into his boxers and wraps his hand around Buck’s dick. His breath hitches in Eddie’s ear and he turns his head and catches Buck’s lips in a chaste kiss, the first of the morning. His lips are dry and he tastes slightly of morning breath, it should not be as cute as Eddie is finding it.  Buck pulls back, “We should brush our-ah-teeth,” Buck says somewhat distractedly as Eddie moves his hand along Buck’s length as best he can within the confines of the shorts.  “I don’t care if you don’t,” Eddie says, watching the challenge register on Buck’s face.  “Come here then,” He says, lifts his hand, slides it into Eddie’s hair and reels him in until their lips are brushing each other but no further. Eddie closes the distance, pressing into Buck, lips moulding together. He sucks in Buck’s lower lip, biting down until he’s gasping into Eddie’s mouth. He takes advantage of it to slip his tongue into Buck’s mouth, tasting the stale morning breath, it’s kinda nasty and so goddamn intimate and Eddie moans into Buck’s mouth. He chases the taste, sucking on Buck’s tongue in a sloppy kiss, that dissolves as Buck's gasps increase in frequency as Eddie’s hand continues its ministrations on Buck’s dick.  “Eddie,” Buck whines Eddie nips at the edge of his jaw, “You want something Darlin’?” He feels Buck shiver at the term of endearment, “You said something about fucking me.”

Masterlist of posts about this fic- 18+

Read Chapter One and Two on ao3- 18+

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

#here we go! #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fic #pov buck #evan buckly #eddie diaz #911 #911 fic #lemons #wet dream #coming untouched #drunk!eddie #alcohol #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf #plus buddie lol

[wispstalk]

20 questions for writers

under the cut. Thanks to @everybodyknows-everybodydies for tagging🖤

Tagging back: @nuwanders @jiubilant @ervona @ehlnofay @druidx @blossom-adventures @sylvienerevarine @throughtrialbyfire @da3drat no pressure

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

198327

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just elder scrolls. I have a feeling that's gonna be it for me. I've been tempted to write stardew valley fic lately which would perhaps be classed as "crack" (I know what that is in theory but the way people use it makes no sense to me) but I took a cursory look at the tag and I don't think the stardew valley fandom is ready for a ray fic lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Well. I have five.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try 🫠 it haunts me how often I've left my beloved mutuals on read..... but if that's u and I did, I am telepathically beaming this: !!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Making out sloppy style etc etc

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

lol. lmao even

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

.....within AO3 I guess it's "Morning" but also that's set at a refugee camp? I will say the skyrim story will have a more peaceful ending but up until now fic writing has been an outlet for my thwarted rage and covid brain damage soooo

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I mean this is generally a culture of positive feedback. Someone did yell at me once for hitting martin septim with the transgender beam which is a level of no-life-havin loserdom which could be classed as "hate" but came off as pure cope and seethe

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I really bristle at the word smut sorry its too cutesy. I was a prodomme for seven years I don't do euphemisms lol. I wrote a sex scene into IITT to see how I felt about writing sex scenes. I learned that I am only interested in writing them if they serve specific functions. I have absolutely zero judgment toward anyone who wants to write about fuckin and suckin, that's just not why I'm here

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No but recently my household watched game of thrones together and my bf and his brother were cracking jokes like what if one of these medieval characters had a gundam. Neither of them read fic so I was like don't be too entertained by yourselves. I bet that has been written. looked it up on ao3 and sure as shit

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I'm not gonna lie I did find a fic where someone very obviously ripped me off but I don't wanna call them out. One specific instance where they bit my style was so clumsily applied as to be obvious, but their prose in general was fantastic so like. who care.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as far as I know but that would make me holler

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. I'm not opposed to the idea but it's hard to imagine how I'd do this given my process. I think I'd be pretty difficult to work with

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

?!? I dunno I don't have one. I put a lot of effort into writing martinhok but I could not say that one, due to how overwhelmingly heterosexual the tag is. I'm sorry but can everyone who's not a faggot please pipe down

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have my moments with the skyrim wip. I've signed myself up for something pretty complicated and challenging but I also learned that I can finish things so I'm not really worried about it. The fact of the matter is: I do not care if this is good. It matters that it is done so I can move on with my life. If parts of it are boring and overlong that's yalls problem

16. What are your writing strengths?

I get a lot of compliments on my worldbuilding. I do think a lot about the minutiae of material culture and think I have a talent for incorporating detail in engaging ways

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a cornball. This is a corny activity. I don't really care because I'm doing it for free. Enjoy the unsolicited view into an internet stranger's terrible psyche

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I try to apply with a light hand. I'm a dumbass sheltered American and I can mostly make myself understood in a Spanish-speaking country but that's about it. I like playing around with language and the idea of multilingual societies matters to me so I include it, but I'm not a linguist so I try to work within my limits. Whether I am successful at this is up to others.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Elder scrolls. Never felt compelled until i spent a winter playing oblivion and went wow this game has an incredibly bleak narrative behind a silly aesthetic. Oops now I'm in a lore pit

20. Favorite fic you've written?

The Nature of Fire is my best prose hands down. I'm gonna be real with y'all I am desperate for people to read it. It is genuinely the best I can do at this point and if you like what I've done so far, well, whatever u read sucks compared to this fic.

[spotsandsocks]

✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

Tagged by (and I might have missed some people sorry) @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @heartshapedvows @thekristen999 @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela

Links to all 23 fics I’ve written which I’ve just realised coincidentally matches the year maybe I shouldn’t work on that Christmas fic after all 🤔 All under the cut cos that’s quite a few and your dash does not need to be bothered by that! 😆😆 I will forget to tag someone I know it, so if I do I didn’t really and you’re tagged too cos you’re wonderful

💕��💕Thank you to each and everyone of you who talks to me, tags me, supports and encourages me, reblogs and likes. Sends asks and questions and prompts and love in my direction. Thank you for sharing your time, talents , your words and creative skills with us all. You make my days brighter and more fun. I adore you all and wish you all a happy kind and peaceful 2024. 💕💜💕

January

Home Wanted 6k established Buddie new pet based shenanigans 🐀🐁🐀

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3k my biggest hit this year angsty then sweet

Who You Gonna Call? 9k Eddie calls Buck and works out how he feels

February

This Must Be Love 5.7k fluffy valentines fic featuring pea puns 🫛

March

Just another minute 1.2k 6x10 spec

No Place 8.4k coma!buck spec fic with a few similarities to what we got actually

It's Such A Feeling 1.8k couldn’t remember but apparently hand appreciation fic that gets smutty 😉

April

Date Night 2k I got stuck on bus for almost 3 hours and this happened - surprisingly popular considering I had no plans to write it until traffic hit!

The Answer I Needed 2.4k Buck is always there for Eddie 5plus 1 across time till love strikes

Always There 1.6k Tía Pepa sees all at Christopher’s birthday party

May

Everything But (temptation) 4.7 5plus 1 of Eddie being a flirty tease and driving Buck crazy

Worth the wait5.7 same fic but from Buck’s perspective

July

Good Knight Sweet Prince 167,316k ahh my best beloved started in 2023 and finished this year. I adored writing and sharing this what turned out to be epic length fantasy au. Knights princes dragons thwarted love and a happy ending what can I say if that’s your thing give it a go.

Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do)4.5k couldn’t let go of mediaeval theme so knight Buck this time coming home to his blacksmith friend Eddie. Oh and bees. 🐝

August

Something Worth Staying For 21k an enemies to lover (although not really enemies) small town newspaper au where Buck turns up and Eddie hates him until he doesn’t. Featuring my real life computer disaster 😆

Tied To You From The Start 13.4k a challenge I took on and did rather well if I say so myself 😆😆 paranormal mysterious shenanigans. Buck in peril and on the run Eddie trying to save him from his own self sacraments and hot sex.

September

The Comfort of Your Hands 2.9k inspired by an anon talking about Eddie running fingers through Bucks hair. No plans for this one it just happened and again was well received. Maybe I should stop planning fics and just see what happens.

October

The Price of Love (is high) 7.7k autumnangstfest drama. I put them both through it. All past traumas coming back to cause trouble.

Your heart or mine? Yours every time 3.6k a hungry vampire!Buck and Eddie get stuck in a lift … things occur

November

100 word fics added a short fic to this little collection i actually love doing these. It’s a great challenge

Only one answer 590 couldn’t remember.. had a look and went oh yeah that was cute. Proposal fic in under 600 words

In my defence I was left unsupervised 1.3k Buck gets bored with sissors Eddie likes the results … who could resist buzz but Buck… not Eddie it seems

Nov/Dec

The Lost and The Found wip 5/10 48k this was not meant to be this long but guess what.. got carried away and plot is plotting and demands around 100,000 at least in the end I suspect. 5 chapters out number 6and 7 before Christmas this counts as 2023 doesn’t it? Come join me for the ride

@daffi-990 @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @the-likesofus @stagefoureddiediaz @yelenasbuddie @hoodie-buck @buddierights @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @ronordmann @caroandcats @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @heartshapedvows @underwater-ninja-13 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @wh0re-behavi0r @princessfbi @jacksadventuresinwriting @ci5mates @katries @megsvstheworld @like-the-rest-of-la

#buddie #eddie diaz #911 fox #spotty scribbles #2023 fics #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 spoilers #911 fic #911fic #911 on fox #evan buckley

[charmsandtealeaves]

I had a big reading week this week trying to clear some of my email inbox because the sheer volume was stressing me the fuck out every time I opened it 😅 Posting this a day early as I'm honestly a little worried Tumblr is gonna be funny about all the links.

Read this week:

Reset by @ncoincidences

WIP, Jily micro-oops, Temporary amnesia, Rated G

A mishap with a drunken dark wizard leaves Lily an amnesiac. The last ten months of her life has been completely wiped, which includes her breakup with James eight months before. To aid in her speedy recovery, James has to keep Lily under the pretence that her life has been the same as it was.

When It Counted by @cascader

Complete (6.9k), Order!jily, Rated T

She didn’t tell him when it counted. She’s daydreaming of a redo.

Something Foolish by @merlinsbudgiesmugglers

Complete (1.9k), Tedromeda, canon compliant, Rated E

Struggling against the expectations of her family, and her forced separation from Ted. Andromeda is pleased to discover a note left in her room.

Sunrise, Sunset by @practicecourts

Complete (2.9k) Blackevans BFF Week, Rated G

One time Sirius Black finds Lily Evans, just as she’s about to do something she might regret. One time Lily Potter finds Sirius Black after he’s received some upsetting news.

A Different Kind of Love Story by @mppmaraudergirl

Complete (5.8k), Blackevans BFF Week, Rated G

The best of friendships sometimes grow in the most unlikely of places.

The Vow by @missgryffin

Complete (9.6k), Hogwarts! Jily , Rated E

When he was thirteen-going-on-fourteen, James Potter did something truly, unbelievably stupid. Now that he’s seventeen-going-on-eighteen, he has to deal with the consequences.

Quest for Camelot by @petalsinwoodvale (Ch. 1-2)

WIP, jily Quest For Camelot AU, Rated T

All Lily has ever wanted is to be a knight, like her father, Sir Lionel. After Camelot is attacked and the magical sword Excalibur is stolen, she finds herself teaming up with James, a young blind hermit, as they embark on a quest to find the lost sword. Together, they face the threat of the evil Ruber, navigate challenges with a two-headed dragon and an ogre, and discover that they're more alike than they initially thought. Will they manage to return the sword to Arthur in time, or will they lose not only each other but also their dreams and the precious Excalibur?

Grounded by @frustratedpoetwrites

WIP, Jily Modern (Magic) AU, Winter Olympics, Not Rated

When James Potter's successful Quidditch career comes to an abrupt end he struggles to find a new direction. Coaching seems to be an answer and a pair of green eyes.

Vindicated by missgryffin

Complete (20k), Order!Jily AU, Rated E

Five years ago, Lily Evans did the hardest thing she’d ever done, and broke up with James Potter so she could stay alive by secretly going undercover in America. Now, she’s been tasked with something even harder: doing a transatlantic mission with him.

Captivated by missgryffin

Complete (6.7k), Hogwarts!Jily, Rated E

"I think we should sweep the library. Make sure it's empty." "And why's that?" "Because I need to be alone with you."

Silent Night by practicecourts (ch.1-4)

WIP, Hope Lupin, Remus Lupin, Rated T

Moments in the life of Hope Lupin.

10 Things I Hate About You by @wearingaberetinparis (Ch1.)

WIP, Jily Romcom, Rated M

Petunia Evans cannot start dating the man she considers to have true love potential – a certain Vernon Dursley – until her anti-social younger sister, Lily, finds herself a partner too, which leads Petunia to take drastic measures. For surely, Head Boy James Potter – suffering from a knee injury he does not want anyone but himself and his physiotherapist to know about – should be able to charm her younger sibling, shouldn’t he? If the only thing standing between her perfect love match is blackmail, who is she not to resort to it? Are not, after all, all means justified when the end she has in mind is so very sweet?

Would you run away with me? By @ncoincidences

Complete (1.3k), jily, Rated G

In which Lily barges in on a white veil occasion.

Happy Place by Wearingaberetinparis (Ch.1-6)

WIP, jily modern AU, Rated M

James and Lily have always been the perfect couple that everyone aspires to be: from Head Boy and Girl at Hogwarts School to university students in a loving long distance relationship to – eventually – a happily engaged duo, destined to go the distance. They go together like cream and tea, pride and prejudice, fish and chips. That is, until – for reasons they refuse to discuss for fear of making everything so much worse – they really, truly don’t. For one week, however, they have to act as if all is well for they have yet to tell their friends that what had always seemed perfect, is now very much broken.

You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that by @jamesunderwater

Complete (1k), prongsfoot in a nightclub, Rated E

prongsfoot + a locked door public bathroom on my knees trying to make you scream vibe

Truth is I’m so damn in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself by jamesunderwater

Complete (800), Prongsfoot, Rated T

prongsfoot + near death experiences + trapped with only one bed + gay pining

Over Spilt Coffee by @annabtg

Complete (1k), Tonks first person POV, Rated T

Tonks's musings on the night she picked up smoking... the night Remus Lupin broke her heart.

Breaking by annabtg

Complete (1.4k), Remus Lupin, Missing Moments, Rated T

Remus has his reasons for staying away from Tonks. Even if it breaks his heart as much as it breaks hers.

From the very first day by @kay-elle-cee

Complete (500), Muggle AU Jily, Rated T

An unexpected night leaves two coworkers trying to sort out their feelings.

Loved you three summers by Kay-Elle-Cee

Complete (600), Pregnant Jily, Rated G

A pregnant Lily has a not-so-sudden realization.

Don’t say yes by Kay-Elle-Cee

Complete (800), no Voldemort AU Jily, Rated G

Two old flames reconnect, wondering if the other is happy.

This is me swallowing my pride by Kay-Elle-Cece

Complete (466), Harry’s God parents, Rated G

The appointment of Harry's Godfather was never up for discussion, but his Godmother? That took some convincing.

Keeping secrets just to keep you by Kay-Elle-Cee

Complete (453), Secret Relationship Jily, Rated T

James and Lily's friends have a bet, and the two of them are determined to win.

Silence and patience, pining in anticipation by Kay-Elle-Cee

Complete (1.2k), Post-Hogwarts Jily, Rated T

Lily’s been hung up on James for years; a tipsy conversation might be the push she needs to do something about it.

You kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever by Kay-Elle-Cee

Complete (1k), Pregnant Order!Jily, Rated T

When Lily and James got pregnant, they made a plan for how they'd participate in the Order going forward. Plans change.

Back to the Pavilion by @abihastastybeans

Complete (1.3k), Minerva McGonagall, Rated G

A day in the life of Minerva McGonagall. Written for the Ladies of HP Fest's Monthly Minis: 1st December 2023 - Minerva McGonagall!

The Naughty List by abihastastybeans

Complete (690), jily secret Santa, Rated T

Written for the December Jily Advent Calendar 2023!Prompt: A & B are colleagues and for the secret santa one of them gives the other something inappropriate as a gag gift

Added to the ever expanding TBR:

The Next Step by merlinsbudgiesmugglers

Complete (1.5k), post-canon Andromeda Tonks, Rated G

After the war Andromeda has been wholly focused on raising her grandson. But when he goes to Hogwarts, she finds she might need something more. Kingsley and Harry have an idea for what that could be.

Speak Now by @firefeufuego Complete (1.4k), Jily love declarations, Rated T

The fuse has been lit. Lily can almost hear the crackling hiss of it, feel the building burn of it in the air as Sirius takes the reins of the conversation, as drinks are bought and poured down newly dry throats, and eventually as last orders are called and the four of them are standing outside and saying farewell with kisses on cheeks. Sam and Sirius apparate away. Lily and James do not. They stand, eyes fixed firmly on each other, ready to ignite. ‘Not forever, you said?’ James asks, his voice deep and quiet in a way that’s never been hers to hear before now. Follow-up to the lovely kay-elle-cee's 'silence and patience, pining in anticipation'.

#charms read round up #week 4 #fic rec

[welcometololaland]

WIP WORKING WEEK DAY 5: NOT NOW BUT SOON AKA. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU AU (going to have to re-do this banner because i changed the fic name oops) The last day of WIP working week - thanks for supporting my little snippets! It's been a fun challenge! I'm doubling this up as my WIP Wednesday, so thank you to @catanisspicy @alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cha-melodius and @three-drink-amy for the tags!

TK stakes out in front of Carlos’ dorm building for almost two days straight, to no avail. At one point he does a stint of five, incredibly boring hours until his phone dies. People keep giving him weird looks, but he remains unperturbed until his stomach is rumbling so loudly it can’t be ignored and he has nothing better to do than watch two pigeons scuttle about on the concrete in what he assumes is a weird mating dance. 

Vaguely, he wonders whether he’s doing a similar thing. Nothing he’s doing right now makes much sense, and yet he’s desperate to make it up to Carlos in a way he can’t quite rationalise. As he watches one pigeon persistently try to escape the attentions of the other, he can’t help but draw some parallels.

On Friday, TK is surprised to see Carlos in his Roman Political Thought seminar. Not in the least because he’s half convinced that Carlos hasn’t been outside of his room or eaten for two days.

“Where have you been?” TK asks, leaning over the two-person table Carlos has opted for. The blond guy in a Ralph Lauren polo shirt sitting next to him gives TK a weird look, which TK pointedly ignores. 

“Why is that any of your business?” Carlos counters coolly. 

“I’ve been trying to find you,” TK hisses, wishing he could stop time as the professor clears his throat pointedly.

Carlos arches an eyebrow in TK's direction. “You seemed too busy to talk last time,” he points out. “Didn’t feel like a priority.”

“It’s not like—”

“Please take your seats,” the professor interjects in a stern voice, and when TK turns around he’s met with a very stony expression. He tries to look appropriately apologetic as he shuffles off towards a nearby desk. The existing occupant – a girl with a dark braid – sighs pointedly as he sits down.

“Good morning to you too,” he mutters under his breath. She scowls at him and flips her braid over her shoulder.

The seminar proceeds as usual, albeit seeming to pass with agonising slowness, and one hour into the session the professor lets them take a five minute break. TK looks up to see if Carlos is interested in continuing their terse conversation, but he walks quickly from the room before TK can really get a handle on the situation. He half-rises out of his seat to follow, before the girl next to him groans.

“Dude,” she interjects, drawing his attention. “Take a hint. He’s not interested.”

TK grits his teeth and looks at her sharply. “He’s my friend,” he argues. “I just did something to piss him off.”

“Then let him cool down,” she says insistently. “It’s never a good idea to try and corner someone when they’re in that kind of mood. You’ll only make them more likely to lash out.”

There’s something in her voice – a blunt kind of honesty – that gives TK pause for thought. He sits back down in the chair and turns to her, watching as her fingers fly over the keyboard of her laptop. 

“I’m TK,” he blurts out, unsure why he feels indebted to this stranger. He watches as her fingers pause for a moment, then fall onto the edge of the computer as she sighs.

“Nancy,” she replies wryly, giving him a once over. “I recognise you from my biology classes. Don’t ask me to be your partner in any group assignments, just because you know my name.”

I'll leave an open tag for anyone who would like to participate, and maybe add @goodways @ramblingdisaster73 @detective-giggles @rosedavid @jesuisici33 @orchidscript @ambiguouspenny @freneticfloetry @basilsunrise and @beautifulhigh assuming you haven't already done it :)

#Not Now But Soon #10 Things I Hate About You AU #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #WIP working week #WIP #work in progress

[ramp-it-up]

Guidelines

Story List

Deck the Hallways

Teacher!Bucky x Teacher!Reader  (Anon ask)

It’s Christmas time at Shield HS. Can you and Bucky keep your secret under wraps?

Santa, Daddy Chris Evans x Reader (Anon ask)

Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s helper for the night.

Christmastime to Me Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader (req x @ysmmsy)

Henry is your best friend’s baby daddy. And a Duke!

Try a Little Tenderness Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader (req x @clawnotes​)

Steve can’t buy you with gifts. He needs to try a little tenderness.

Can You Stand the Rain Winston Duke x Reader (Anon Ask)

Winston wants a do over of that infamous IG post.

What’s This?  Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian Stan (req x @adoreyouusugar)

Halloween or Christmas? Why not both? 😉

I Still Have You Chris Evans x Reader

(How I Met Your Father AU) req x @maroonsunrise83​

It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.

All I Want Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

(req x @clawnotes​) Pt. 2

Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

My Favorite Things Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Mistletoe by @elocinnicole

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed offers his girlfriend some relief as she prepares for finals.

If The Fates Allow Andy Barber (Drew) x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Andy did you dirty and you are done. Can he convince you to give him your heart again?

All These Things And More Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy.

Fin

I’ve made the executive decision to be done with Christmas. Yay!

There will be time for Jake and for Chris, and probably for next Christmas. I want to THANK YOU for this gift of your response to this challenge.

I’ve pushed myself and grown so much, written 11 new fics, and have been in awe at the response. You’ve given me a new kink that I’m obsessed with, 👀 and I’ve earned new friends.

I’m going to chill for a bit, and revisit those WIPs that need attention. Requests are closed for a while, at least until Valentines Day 🥰

Thank you, thank you, thank you! And Love you all!

❤️💚❤️

#dj’salliwant4kchristmas22 #ask dj #dj will answer #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #HIMYF #HIMYF series #how i met your father #how i married your mother #sebastian stan #henry cavill rpf #rpf #henry cavill #steve rogers #mob boss steve rogers #winston duke

[evilminji]

Back at it again? With more BNHA? My goodness!

See, in one my WIP, which haunts me like a cursed Victorian doll in the night, chanting to me my sins from beneath the floorboards, I got a few OCs. As ya do. Gotta flesh out that world building. And I am ALWAYS a ho for some sweet, sweet SI-OC action!

Because the stranger in a strange land, can see what SHOULD be mundane and familiar anew! There are Moral Quandries! You get to put your sticky lil gremlin fingers ALL over the set dressing and look inside those boxes they put in the background of the scenes! What's IN there? Secrets? We bet it's SECRETS.

Tis the BEST, really. I enjoy it.

But of course! If it's BNHA then we must assign Randomly Gifted Genetic Fuckry(tm) : The Super Powers Edition. Where in? My love of "immediately obvious powers are for cowards. There are no such things as weak powers, only weak and uncreative minds" comes into plaaaay~

I! Want! WEIRD QUIRKS!

Supposedly "minor" ones! That everyone says "oh that's a minor power. Sucks for you" and expects you to just leave it at that! Give up. Like you're some sort of fuckin CASUAL.

HA!

Nah, we pushing this fucker until REALITY breaks. You are gonna be legitimately asking "how the FUCK did you do that!?" And the answer is Will Power, Spite, and "Cause Fuck You, I'm Awesome".

Which of course, is how we got Kimiko. The most high femme, kawaii, little pastel pink bundle of Rage and Bloodlust the Heroics world has ever seen. She is that stage of little girl where they like to wear tiaras, princess dresses, and want to MURDER EVERYTHING. But never grew out of it.

She grew IN to it.

Got a lot of rage, that one. Probably because everyone is all "ooooh, kimi! Your Quirk is so CUTE! You'll be such a good housewife! Such a good sweets maker! Aren't you so CUTE! Let's all infantalize Kimi!" *murder intensifies*

She can turn part of what she is touching into Marshmallow.

*slaps a hand on your shoulder* There are NO restrictions on that~☆! ANYTHING she touchs. Is she touch you? Air? The ground? This building we are standing in? Wanna keep talkin shit? How do you feel about Marshmallow lungs? Enough training and eventually she can take out a building!

Cause Marshmallow? Not a very strong support. Ground under your high rise better be sturdy if you want it to hold, you know? Things to think about. Other things, are the "part of" aspect. Which she is slowly getting better at. Wanna see a trick? *a Marshmallow plops down on the table on the far side of the room* Still air! Still touching~.

Hope your technology is AIR TIGHT and not IN the air. Or moving through it at any concerning speeds. Like, say, a car. Fun thought! Don't fuck with her again! Kimi out! *removes threatening hand of possible Marshmallow Murder*

She's besties with the SI. Himiko. They are the Koko's and WILL be going to UA specifficaly because Kimi was told she couldn't make it. Himi wants nothing to do with this bullshit but is being dragged along like a cat in a harness.

She has my favorite super power. Egg.

Just... Egg.

Egg? Yes. She can summon eggs. Into the spoon. Like those challenge races. Except there is no race, its just her in her pjs trying to eat her damn breakfast. But SUPRISE! Raw egg. Full on, chicken egg in a shell, in your spoon. Perfectly balanced.

And in this iteration, it does have to be in a "spoon" or spoon-like shape. Defined as a bowl with a handle. The egg will fit the spoon. And? Most importantly! Not restricted to chicken eggs!!!

Tiny spoon? Tiny egg. Large spoon? Large egg.

Theoretically? Stadium sized spoon? Stadium sized egg of unknown species never to be seen on planet earth. Because YES. Those thought popping into your head. "Ha ha, what about a dodo eg-" Yeah, see, not ass funny when you actually DO that as a sleep deprived toddler because you HAVE TO KNOW. And now conservationists are hunting you for sport.

Do you have? ANY idea the lengths certain folks would go too to save endangered bird or frog species? If it comes out of an egg. Yes. She CAN make it. No risk of inbreeding for the already critically small populations. Just viable, healthy eggs. Ready to be incubated.

Took her an afternoon.

Needless to say... things get Exciting(tm). People need to be threatened. Himi gets lifelong job security at age four. Neat.

But!!! Not why I started writing! I had a THIRD OC child! Who never made it to the limelight! Gasp! I know! The secret comes out! I scrapped him in favor of Kimi. But his power was one I enjoy Pondering about!

Unlock. You can unlock doors. All doors.

No, you can't "unlock" the bonds between atoms or something. It has to be a Door. But! Begs the question, don't it? Would you... would you have "door sensing"? If there was a perfectly blended in or painted over door? Would you be able to say "it's right there"?

What happens if you use your ability on a tree? Doors are often made of wood. Would there be any effect? Even if no "opening" happened? Could you open metaphorical doors? If someone PAINTED a door, could you open a wall? If so, how deep? If we painted a cliff face, could you open a door to the other side of the mountain?

How far does you door opening power stretch?!

I understand you Izuku! I too, want to study these cool Quirks! See how far they can develop! No more strength quirks! More minor quirks with unusual applications! Woooo!

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @hypewinter

#bnha #minji's ponderings

[bropunzeling]

Since you say you love to chatter, I hope you don't mind being asked a few questions :)

what's a scene/detail/piece of dialogue etc that you really wanted to include in [fic of your choice], but you couldn't find room for? here's your chance!

if you had to write an epilogue (or sequel!) to any of your fics (that you are NOT currently planning on writing an epilogue for), which would it be and what would happen?

for the ships you're currently writing about (and have written for in general), is there usually one character you like more than the other? (will you tell us who? has it ever changed?)

what's a ship/fic idea you want to read about but don't want to write yourself? maybe somebody will be inspired!

share anything you'd like about a wip!

aw thank you anon! especially for the opportunity to procrastinate on working on my current wip :) answers under the cut:

some dialogue that i ultimately cut from the spain scene in marriage bets where they were having tapas (originally there was going to be ALL this flirting over the tapas and then it went on too long so i got straight to the questions):

"You're not going to eat that?" "Hey, I tried it." "You're so American." "It's the texture--" "Such a wimp." "I'm sure plenty of people aren't into eating octopus." "Uh-huh."

if i had to write an epilogue or sequel:

oh gosh. i think a lot about the one where marriage bets matthew and leon get married for real for real, with suits and their families present and everything. it WOULD involve matthew finally telling brady that he was not, in fact, the first tkachuk to get married. the other one i think about is, of course, rat baby in a cup. she reigns eternal.

is there a character in a ship that i like more than the other?

i think it's hard for me to enjoy a ship where i don't actually like one side of it! that said, there are definitely characters where i find it much easier to get into their headspace than others. i've probably said this before, but leon is such a straight line thinker and so easy for me to get that for a long time it was hard for me to try and write anything from matthew pov because his is a little more twisty-turny. they're both equally complex! but it requires different skills to get the effect i want, which is normally the pov character not having a clue what the other one is thinking. it's a lot easier to have leon misreading matthew than the other way around. except now of course i've written a lot from matthew pov so finding my way back to leon pov has been a challenge.

a ship/fic i want to read but don't want to write:

god what DON'T i want to read. lmao. i would love for someone to write a good achy jamie/trevor post-trade fic. i would love for someone to write a long slow friends-to-lovers matthew/sasha fic! i would REALLY love a brady/quinn future fic. especially if it features divorced brady. i feel like future fic especially is a trope/concept that i just feel less comfortable writing so whenever someone else writes it i eat it up with a spoon :)

share anything you like about a wip:

well the wip is going SO SLOW and is VERY HARD for me because im challenging myself by writing a slow burn and cant rely on sex scenes to do the chemistry work for me this time rip rip. but here is a wee snippet:

“Draisaitl. Tkachuk,” Coach says, gesturing at the starting line.

Leon gets ready, bracing his stick over his thighs. He’s already raced Jordan and Gourde—beat Jordan, beat Gourde—but he hasn’t had to go against Tkachuk yet. Hasn’t had to do much of anything with Tkachuk yet. Yesterday they were at the other end of the line from each other, or opposite sides of the rink. It had lulled Leon into a false sense of security.

Now, though, Tkachuk is watching him with that way that he has, like—

One time, while making kebabs, Leon got a splinter from the bamboo skewer under his nail. It hurt like a bitch, had him cursing for five minutes until Jenna told him to stop squirming and tweezed it out. The splinter had been miniscule, almost impossible to see, and Leon had wondered how something so tiny could be so aggravating and painful, would make him do anything just to get it to stop.

That’s how it feels when Tkachuk looks at him. How it’s always felt. Like his gaze is digging in under Leon’s skin, until Leon’s entire body is red and inflamed. It makes Leon want to scratch at his shoulders, his chest, until he can finally tear Tkachuk out.

#ask #thank u anon! very sweet to let me ramble to you

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Napoleon x Reader

Visions of Temptation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore

Day 25 Prompt: Edging

Also written for August's Polyam Shipping Day, Prompt: Explore by @polyamships

This started, long ago, as a draft of a Napoleon/Reader pegging fic. Them I realized the polyamory event would happen right before Napoleon's birthday and was a bit lazy to start a new fic so it turned into this threesome as a pre-birthday event. Never finished it in time, but I finally managed to make something out of this old WIP, late for both events. It could fit a few kinktober prompts but in the end I chose this one.

Tags: Pegging, Light Dom/sub play, Oral Sex, Edging

Kinktober Masterlist / IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist / AO3 Link

To trust someone enough to feel safe enough to explore new things, parts of you that had to be hidden, or things you just never got the chance to explore, or even things you were afraid of, was something special. But taking the first step with someone new and trusting these things you were afraid of for the first time, even with people you otherwise trusted, could be difficult.

And it was by trust that Napoleon found himself in this predicament, his body under yours as he ate you out.

He always loved the taste of you. The way your body quivered as he licked you. The way you cried his name in response to the pleasure he gave you.

But you being, not only on top but also in complete control, not only of yours but of his pleasure too, was a great deal for him. Napoleon wasn’t used to giving up control, but he trusted you enough to put himself completely at your mercy.

And this was his reward, before you moved into the primary plans for the night. You didn’t try to dictate how you would like to be pleased, letting him use his mouth and tongue as he wished.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t started to take control of other things. Or that you were being nice to him, the offered reward becoming more of a challenge.

Your body was positioned facing his, so you could reach out and stroke his cock, your movements slow, with barely any pressure, just enough to cause his pleasure to build up but not to bring him to a release, and then you would stop, taking your time to get more lube, before resuming your task.

At first, he thought you were just stalling until your own release, but you had come twice now, and not only did you seem to have surprisingly more stamina than usual, but you still kept him on edge.

It was driving him insane. How long would he be able to hold back from flipping you over and fucking you senseless, all other plans for the night be damned?

At the limit of his control, Napoleon held your hips, pulling you closer, only to stop when he received a hard pinch to one of his nipples in response.

“Who said you could touch me?” You reproached in a playful, sultry tone. “You’re so impatient. Do I need to tie you?”

He chuckled. This was frustrating, but there was something both hot and amusing about you being this bold.

It also made him a little flustered by being commanded in such a way. It wouldn’t be easy to get used to, but Napoleon couldn’t say he hated it.

“You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You answered, playfully.

“But you’re also stalling. Waiting for Jean, aren’t you?”

He tried to hold back from laughing when your body stiffened. He was sure you were blushing.

“Should we wait for him?” You asked, hesitantly.

“He’ll show up if he’s ready.” Napoleon reassured. “And if he wants, he can join whatever we’re in the middle of. Unless you want to wait.”

“You’re the one who invited him.” You turned around, sitting on his chest instead. “But if it’s up to me, then no. It’s not like our plans depend entirely on him. Or do you want to wait?” You adjusted your body, brushing his in a way that made him moan, and kissed him before he could answer. “What about a couple more minutes? You can finish what you started, and you help me with my gear while we wait.”

Finishing what he started was something he could hold back a little longer for. If you allowed, he could spend the whole night at that.

Maybe tomorrow he would, as a birthday treat.

“You’re so greedy tonight. Is dominating me that exciting for you? Or is it the idea of fucking me?”

“I’m not that greedy!” You protested, a little flustered.

Napoleon laughed, flipping you down as he kissed you, before resuming his place between your legs.

“Well, I don’t mind you being greedy with me, ma Reine.” He kissed the inside of your thigh. “I am at your orders tonight.”

Seeing that you didn’t complain as he held you down this time, Napoleon eagerly resumed his task.

He licked and sucked with greed, as if he was starving despite it not being your first round. The way you moaned, already greatly stimulated from earlier, the way you tangled one hand into his hair, trying to pull him closer, body grinding against him, only fuelled his passion, and he sucked harder. It wasn’t long before you came for the third time, with a loud cry of his name, and soon he was reluctantly pulled away.

Napoleon knelt up, watching you try to catch your breath. You were panting, with your eyes closed, your entire body flushed. He especially loved seeing you that vulnerable and tempting. A shame he couldn’t have you right away.

He reached for the toy left on the nightstand, wondering, not for the first time, where it had come from. But again, he didn’t question you, silently helping you adjust the straps that held it in place.

A shiver of both excitement and apprehension ran through him. There was something so strange but sexy about the way you looked wearing that, and something always ached within him in response every time he saw that while you two had been preparing for this, but especially now, with the way you teased him earlier.

Napoleon looked up, eyes meeting yours. He smiled and, without breaking eye contact, leaned down, holding your thighs again, then licking the fake cock from base to head, feeling you shiver as you watched him, entranced.

You couldn’t feel it, so Napoleon didn’t understand why you reacted so strongly, but he liked to watch. He took the tip into his mouth, noisily sucking on it, watching the way you blushed, before you smirked at him.

“You make a better performance every time. I will love to watch how you deal with a real one. But why don’t we leave the show for another time?”

You nudged him back, and Napoleon followed your lead, allowing you to flip your roles again. But before you could do anything, you heard the door being unlocked and practically leaped away, scrambling for the sheets. Napoleon laughed and pulled you back to him. It could be only one person at this time, and he couldn’t believe you had forgotten.

“It’s not that funny.” You pouted, recovering from the scare. But when he couldn’t stop laughing, you leaned back over him, pinning him to the bed. “Do you want me to punish you?”

“Sorry.” Napoleon tried to stop again. Not because he was afraid of your threat. He knew you didn’t have the drive to be too rough, especially on your first time playing like that, and especially not in front of Jean. Besides, he considered he might actually enjoy that. “But you’ve been stalling to wait for Jean, but got distracted enough to forget he was coming.” He said, still chuckling.

“Well, you’re lucky he’s here. Or I would really make you regret this.”

Napoleon would have challenged you to go ahead with it. Since he was already putting himself in this position, might as well go all out and see how the two of you would like it in the end, right? But Jean had made his way to the bed during the exchange, standing there, observing the two of you, and Napoleon noticed the hesitation in his eyes, so he waited for a reaction.

Jean sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to kiss you.

“There is no need to hold back because of me.” Then his attention turned to Napoleon and he reached out, lightly touching his cheek at first, but then the hesitation was replaced with something hot and alluring and his hand slid down, gripping his chin firmly. “Or should I punish him for you?”

From someone who was so torn about agreeing to do this, despite his own curiosity, this change in tune was unexpected. And even if Jean hadn’t been so hesitant about this, it was more than Napoleon would have expected of him, anyway.

Both of you had been worried before, but there was no reason to make sure Jean was certain of his decision to join you. Not after such an answer.

“Well, as long as he behaves, I think we can leave him off the hook for now. Not that I think he would mind that much.”

Jean blushed, hesitating a little again.

“I was only joking, mon amour..” He said, before smiling and kissing you. “But I will keep that in mind.”

Then Jean turned back to Napoleon. For a moment, they stared at each other in silence, Jean hesitating a little again before he closed the gap between them. Their first kiss was barely a brush of lips before Jean pulled away, confidence seemingly returning to him as his hand moved to the back of Napoleon’s head, pulling him into another kiss, deeper this time, tongue exploring his mouth.

“You taste like her.” He muttered.

“What can I say? I love how she tastes.” Napoleon winked at you.

Jean’s attention also returned to you, and you kissed him, pulling him so he would turn around to properly face you.

Napoleon watched as Jean touched you all over, teasing your sensitive spots and you did the same to him, your moans muffled into each other’s mouth. Feeling left out, he moved behind Jean, starting to remove his clothes.

His shirt was gone in an instant, the two of you barely paying the action any attention, except to make sure not to get in the way.

When he went to undo his belt and pants, Jean tensed a little, causing Napoleon to stop.

“Don’t hesitate telling any of us if you ever need to stop.” He reassured, waiting for Jean to nod before he continued his task, placing gentle kisses along Jean’s neck and shoulders.

When all the clothes were out of the way, you nudged Jean to turn around, back to Napoleon instead, who straddled Jean’s waist, kissing him.

Napoleon only heard you leave the bed and felt you climb back behind him, at first kissing his back, hands reaching around to explore his chest, pinching a nipple, then you pulled him from Jean’s lap and to a kneeling position.

Although he’d been naked from the start, for the first time in the night Napoleon felt a little exposed when Jean looked him over. Maybe because he realized that was exactly your intention. Your hands left him, only for one to return, a wet, slightly cold finger massaging his hole and lubing him up, before being slowly eased inside.

It wasn’t the first time you tried that part, but it always felt both pleasurable and a little strange. The most strange part was probably the lube.

Your other hand wrapped around his cock, barely creating pressure when you moved, just like you had in the beginning. Jean watched your movements with interest, looking up when you teased the tip of Napoleon’s cock and he let out a soft moan.

“Do you want to try?” You asked Jean. He nodded, and your small hand was replaced by his bigger one.

Napoleon welcomed the extra pressure, although Jean’s movements were hesitant and even clumsy, until he found a comfortable rhythm. Jean barely tensed when Napoleon returned the gesture tentatively, trying to match that same rhythm.

Although Napoleon found it hard to concentrate. Besides Jean’s hand on his cock and the heated kisses they shared, you now had two fingers inside him, moving a little too slow for his liking, your other hand roaming his body, from teasing his balls to pinching his nipples, your mouth biting and kissing at his neck. His mind was overloaded with all these sensations, the sweet whispers of love and praise you whispered in his ear and the delicious moans he drew from Jean. He was ready to melt under all of it.

But everything ceased abruptly, and Napoleon blushed at the disappointed whimper that escaped him. His hand was gently taken away from Jean, who had a similar reaction at the loss.

“Just switching positions. Be patient.” You said soothingly.

You were totally teasing him, and you knew exactly what you would get from it. In fact, that might be exactly why you wanted to arrange this on the night before his birthday.

With a few pushes, pulls and nudges, you guided him to the position you wanted and Napoleon found himself on his hands and knees.

Napoleon looked up at Jean, silently asking for permission, and his answer was a hand at the back of his head, gently nudging him.

He fit as much as he could of the cock before him into his mouth. Napoleon wasn’t used to doing something like this, but he’d had some pratice with you, although Jean was bigger than your toy.

He stater moving his head, at first slowly, adjusting to the size, exploring the feel of it with his tongue and savoring the taste. And he liked that taste more than he expected.

Napoleon was barely getting used to the position when he felt the tip of your toy begin to push into him.

“Ready?” You asked.

He only made a noise of approval, not even interrupting his task, but switched from moving to just sucking.

You eased inside slowly. Napoleon loved the way it stretched him, and the way he found himself stuffed full on both ends. 

With just a few thrusts from you, Napoleon came in an explosive orgasm that almost made him choke on Jean, who pulled back to let him breathe, and every new thrust from you made him see more stars. He never expected it to feel this good.

Would it feel better with a real cock? Maybe, but there was something quite hot about having you being the one doing this to him. The way your roles were reversed as you fucked him, gently at first, but when his orgasm died down and he started to thrust back, you started to actually pound into him.

Jean, who had so much difficulty accepting his own curiosity to be there, had switched from hesitating at a simple kiss to face fucking Napoleon as if they had done it many times before.

You stopped for a moment before adjusting your rhythm to match Jean’s. Or trying to, but stopped again because Jean was losing his own rhythm as he got near his limit, his moans growing louder and more frequent.

Napoleon nearly choked again twice as Jean’s cock hit the back of his throat, making him tighten around your toy, increasing his own pleasure.

With a couple more thrusts, Jean finally came, the taste of his cum better than Napoleon expected.

He looked up, eyes meeting Jean’s, and made a point of audibly gulping it down, enjoying the way Jean blushed, confidence seemingly lost again.

“Are you that shy about me? Because I love how you taste, too. I wouldn’t mind another performance some other time.”

“You’re just being so…” Jean looked at you, then away, scooting a little back.

“So what?” Napoleon grinned. In any other position, he would have chased Jean.

“You’re acting a little too slutty, that’s what.” You answered, pulling out of him and pushing him down so his upper body was resting against the bed, ass in the air, but despite your rough movements, he could notice a hint of shyness in your voice as well.

Napoleon was a bit embarrassed, too. He wouldn’t have gone that far at another time. It didn’t feel natural for him to do so. But they were in the moment of experimenting things and he felt a boost of confidence to try these things now.

“I thought tonight we were supposed to go all out. You weren’t holding back until now, Nunuche.”

“That’s who you are when you go all out?” You asked, playfully.

No. Napoleon doubted he had reached his limit, because he doubted you had reached yours. Then there was also Jean, who was just starting. He was just a reflection of his partners, and he was only reflecting your own energy tonight.

“Only when you keep teasing me.”

You pushed back into him in one swift motion. The angle of the new position feeling even better, making him moan your name.

“Then I will stop teasing.”

You didn’t waste time fucking him as hard as you could. There was a shift in the bed, and Jean started pumping him.

Between the two of you, he didn’t last long. You slowed down, but didn’t stop until his orgasm subsided, only pulling out when he started to come down from his high, tired body collapsing on the bed.

Napoleon took a deep breath, trying to steady his heart, and rolled to lie on his back and be able to look at you.

“You look so hot like this.” You were still eying him as you reached for a cleaning cloth you had left on the nightstand earlier.

Napoleon followed your gaze as it shifted over to Jean, who was sitting there, staring at his hand, stained in Napoleon’s cum. To both of your surprises and Napoleon’s both embarrassment and excitement, he licked it, although a little hesitant.

He closed his eyes, expression unreadable for a moment, before opening them again and noticing you were staring at him, growing embarrassed at the realization.

“I actually like how you taste, too.” He said, gazing at Napoleon without any hesitation, despite his red cheeks.

Napoleon’s cheeks grew even hotter, and a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t resist how both you and Jean were. A mix of shyness, innocence and sexiness, overwhelmingly tempting.

Jean looked away again. Now embarrassed, he reached for the cloth in your hand to finish cleaning himself.

Napoleon sat up just as you retrieved the cloth, starting to clean him now.

“Hey, Nunuche, I can do that myself.”

“No.” You also shook your head, gently pushing him to lie down again. “Let me take care of you tonight.” You leaned forward, kissing him, before resuming your task.

Napoleon watched you for a moment before speaking again.

“You did great tonight. Both of you. I don’t mind if you want to do this again.”

You blushed, finishing the cleaning in silence and setting the cloth and your toy aside.

“I wouldn’t mind so, either.” Jean spoke first.

You looked at one, then the other, and gave them a quick nod.

“I’m glad it all worked out. Thank you for joining us, Jean.” You kissed him. “And you, for agreeing to it.” You kissed Napoleon, who wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you there with him.

“You also agreed to my own ideas. All of us had things we wanted to try tonight. It was a fair exchange. Next time you have something in mind, don’t hesitate to tell me. I have little I wouldn’t try with you. Now,” he flipped over, laying over you with a grin, “it’s past midnight. Do you know what that means?”

By the way you flushed, you did, but you also looked worried, making him laugh.

“Don’t worry. I will be nice to you. If you behave.” His birthday was just starting, and he would take his time paying you back. “Would you mind joining us, Jean? There is no one else I’d rather share my birthday gift with.”

I probably will write the next scene at some point...

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[singofsolace]

“I didn’t know you could do that.” for Zelda x Lilith

Thank you so much for this prompt! It really sparked some immediate inspiration for a pairing I haven't written for in awhile. Who knows, maybe this will be what sends me back to all my Madam Spellman WIPS! 💜

This little ficlet explores a gift of Zelda's that was originally meant to be part of the show but was later dropped: telekinesis.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Zelda x Lilith ❤️ Word Count: 571

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Zelda doesn’t even remember what the fight was about. All she knows is that one minute Lilith was sitting in her parlor, sipping her tea, and having a civilized conversation about something or other, and the next, every object and piece of furniture in the room was hovering three feet from the ground.

“Zelda?” Lilith says, her eyes half fear and half curiosity. “Zelda, why don’t you take a breath?”

Zelda tries, she really does, but the breath gets caught in her throat. She feels immediately dizzy, the sitting room blurring around the edges until the only thing she can see is Lilith standing there in a red dress, her hands held in front of her, like she’s trying to calm a particularly dangerous and easily-spooked mare.

“Zelda,” Lilith repeats, her voice almost pleading, and Zelda remembers the last time Lilith begged, and she thinks a bloodletting might hurt less than the shame of having turned this woman away. 

Lilith reaches out to touch her arm, and Zelda can’t help flinching back. Suddenly, her unconscious magic snaps like a rubber band, and all the objects come crashing to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Zelda whispers, hating how small and weak her voice sounds. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Lilith reaches towards her again, slower this time, and Zelda bites her lip, closes her eyes, and forces herself not to move away. 

“Look at me,” Lilith says, and though it is a command, there is a note of hesitancy to it, that lets Zelda know she is no longer under the Caligari spell, and if she would prefer not to follow the order, there would be no punishment.

Zelda opens her eyes. Lilith is looking at her with wonder, now, and not fear. 

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Lilith inclines her head to indicate the mess Zelda’s magic has made of the room. Lilith smiles, then, and it sends a funny feeling fluttering through her stomach.

“Telekinesis,” Zelda offers, and of course, Lilith knows what it was, but it’s the only word her mind could come up with by way of explanation.

“Impressive.” Lilith’s smile widens to show her teeth. “It takes most witches a lifetime to harness that kind of power, and most never demonstrate that level of control.”

Zelda scoffs, shaking her head. “What control? Those objects levitated against my will.”

“Even more impressive,” Lilith’s hand squeezes her elbow in support. “How you managed to hide that level of natural ability from me for so long is astonishing. I knew you were a gifted witch, Miss Spellman, but that display tells me I still have much to learn about the extent of your talents.”

“Please, call me Zelda,” she offers, avoiding Lilith’s gaze again. “And thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” Lilith admonishes, but there’s only fondness in her tone, and not criticism. “I didn’t give you that power. And neither did the Dark Lord, I might add. That’s something deeper, something purer and more dangerous than anything even Hecate could give you.”

“What is it, then?” Zelda challenges, wondering how this ability she’d had since childhood could possibly be something special, when she’d been punished for it all her life—first by her father, and then by any number of teachers at the Academy.

Lilith’s smile reaches her eyes and takes on a slightly terrifying glimmer. 

“Why, it’s chaos magic, my dear.”

#zelda spellman #lilith #madam spellman

[justporo]

WIP Whatever

I got tagged by the lovely @littleplasticrat and also @inkymoonbunny to share WIPs, so here we are.

Have a saucy snippet from the next chapter of Fake Smiles, Hidden Lies:

“Dare say, my love, did I make you lose your breath?”, he asked while he hooked his thumb onto your chin, raising his head from yours, his expression becoming haughty. Your heart tumbled treacherously at his playful words. “You always do, Astarion,” you answered and felt how your quickening pulse made your chest rise and fall even more. “Good”, the vampire replied and splayed his hand flatly over the delicate skin of your exposed neck and slowly dragged it upwards until his thumb and index were loosely around the base of your throat. He pressed a quick, quite forceful kiss to your slightly parted lips. And you knew the rush of dancing was not just getting to you alone. “Don’t catch it yet, darling, I’m not done with you yet,” the pale elf promised, tongue in cheek. You loved the ambivalence in his words – deepened by the low, almost rumbly tone of his voice.

And because I got tagged twice have another one? From the next chapter ofmy Ascended Astarion fic that is already super long and in the works for a while now...

Astarion in the meantime kept staring at you. He’d even put both feet back on the ground and had turned a bit towards you. The expression on his face was playful, teasing, almost like he was trying to say “darling, we talked about this, don’t drink too much, alright?”. But the way his hand kept squeezing your knee was a dare. It was emphasised by something that sparkled in the vampire’s lord eyes: challenging you to take it up with him, to defy him. And maybe it was that the alcohol had made you reckless already or that, if you were honest with yourself, had hoped for something like today to happen: another opportunity to return to Astarion’s orbit. At least one more chance to get dragged under again, hoping you would survive to break the surface again coming out on the other side. So, you lifted up your wineglass again as servers brought in the first course, and you drained every last drop of it. Making a little show out of it too. Throwing your hair over your shoulder again, arching your back a little.

I'm cooking - I'm always cooking something...

I'm tagging @tragedybunny @lotsofthinkythoughts @megs-98 @cerudinae aaaand @tallymonster (and whoever wants and ofc, no pressure!)

#astarion #bg3 #fanfiction #wip #tag game

[thebumblecee]

Year in review - fic writer edition

I was tagged by the lovely @alrightbuckaroo a couple days back, thank you for that ♥️ and i was most definitely included by other people but I’ve not had my head in the game recently, so fuck it I’m doing it now.

Rules: share your top three/top five/however many favourite snippets/lines/quotes/paragraphs from your published fics (or wips) and don’t forget to share the link ofc!

I considered doing everything i published in 2023 but lets be real its mostly porn, so i cherry picked

I didn’t know I was starving till I tasted you

There’s a self-deprecating part of him that considers the blow to his self-esteem if he doesn’t excel at it. He’s very good at what he does but he might not be so good at what Owen Strand’s team does. He doesn’t want that bruise to his ego.

They break away from their little tête à tête and no one except Paul notices it. He was always told he was perceptive. He raises his eyebrow questioningly, but Carlos plays dumb.

Instead, he challenges Owen’s generosity with his team. “Are you sure you want to order that champagne sir? It’s $250.”

There’s a cheer from the surrounding seats and Owen laughs. “Touché.” Carlos won’t confess it but he’s a little scared to look at TK. The boy hasn’t touched a drink except mineral water all night. Basically, snatching his glass away when Carlos went to pour his wine. Privacy. Respect it.

It’s bad when his conscience sounds like Owen Strand.

Something so wholesome

TK didn’t bring it up again that night and Carlos couldn’t be more grateful. He saw the flash of hurt that went through TK’s eyes when he said he wasn’t like that. Try as he might to conceal his feelings TK is an open book when he’s being vulnerable.

It’s killing Carlos that he hurt his feelings and he doesn’t think he has the words to explain what he meant by it. He’s tried before and the other person ended up storming out and blocking his number.

His luck runs out a few nights later when TK brings it up when they’re cuddling on the couch. Carlos is lazily trailing his hand up TK’s forearm as they watch the TV. He feels contented love settling into his bones.

“What did you mean when you said you weren’t like that?” TK asks quietly and Carlos can feel his blood freeze. It was naïve to hope that TK wouldn’t ever bring that up again.

He tries to play it off in vain, “hmm? What do you mean?” TK isn’t having any of it and he breaks their spooning position to look at him. Carlos bites down on his bottom lip briefly, releasing it and exhaling.

When I’m like this, you’re the one that I want

He swears under his breath when Carlos follows him outside. He’s been avoiding him nicely until now. He looks him up at him and with as much vitriol he can muster he asks. “How can I help you, officer?”

Carlos rolls his eyes, not taking the bait. “I want to see how you are. You haven’t been answering my calls.”

TK clenches his jaw. He didn’t block Carlos’ number but he thought about it. He didn’t because seeing his name flash up on the screen every time was a punishment, it gave him a painful jolt that was too addictive to give up.

“There was a reason for that, I didn’t want to talk to you.” TK says quietly. He knows Carlos hears him because he sees him flinch.

“I’m not trying to corner you, TK, but I’m so confused about everything.” It’s too vulnerable out of Carlos’ mouth and TK can’t take it right now. He has a right to be confused and upset because TK never explained himself when he cut off all contact.

“And yet, you’ve cornered me.” He can feel a complex bubble of emotions rising within him which he doesn’t want to deal with. He quells it by focussing on anger. “So are you happy now, you can see how I am? Fine and enjoying a fun night out.”

Fun might be pushing it. The itch inside of him growing stronger with each passing moment driving him to madness.

“Are you alone here?”

“Is that your business?”

“I don’t want you making a stupid decision because you’re acting out.” It’s incredibly patient sounding and TK wants to lash out. Why is he always the one that’s lashing out and angry over everything? “Or fuck up your sobriety because you’re hurting.”

“You think I’m going to run off and use, because what? I don’t have your dick to rely on?” It’s particularly nasty but TK doesn’t care.

For if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me - joint with @mooshkat

TK looks murderous that he missed it and it makes Carlos laugh. “Not one for puzzles, princess?”

TK makes a terrible impression of Carlos’ voice mocking him but it’s so bad it’s not even offensive. The corner of Carlos’ mouth quirks at his little tantrum. He hates to admit it but there is something so endearing about TK. If he had to spend more than twenty minutes with him, however, he would put a bullet in one of their heads. Which is unfortunate since they appear to be locked in a room together.

“So, Sherlock, how do we get out to here?” TK drawls, he’s putting in a lot of effort to look bored but Carlos can see past that from his body language. He’s on high alert and Carlos is too.

Someone got the drop on him, knocked him out and tied him up. They also got the drop on TK.

Carlos doesn’t like to think himself overly vain but that’s only something a serious player could do. Which spells trouble.

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Y’know what? It’s been a hell of a year I’ve published 193,280 words on A03 (and written many more that were never published) and I’m pretty proud of myself for that!

But now I want to see you all be proud of yourselves, im sorry if you’ve done this and I’ve missed it, please tag me in it so i can celebrate you ♥️ sorry I’ve been gone so much ily

Tagging: @spikewritesstuff @mooshkat @cowlos-reyes @paperstorm @chaotictarlos @birdclowns @lightningboltreader @wandering-night19 @carlos-tk @heartstringsduet @jesuisici33 @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

#cee speaks #writing #911 lonestar #tarlos #carlos reyes #tk strand #year in review #i know ive tagged people that have done it before but link me to it because im here now #and i want to celebrate you #im sorry but im here now ♥️

[amandacanwrite]

WIP Excerpt — Meeting an Incubus

Hello! I thought I would share a bit of my WIP called Foxes and Follies. Its about a young woman who unknowingly steals from a member of the Unseelie Court and is taken there to do the bidding of an intimidating dark fae called the Duskeeper.

This scene is when the protagonist meets one of his lackeys and… well it’s not the best first impression on either side.

CW|| some light sexual themes. Nothing too explicit. Also a bit of forced proximity in which the protagonist is uncomfortable. Again, nothing too bad just proceed with that information in mind.

“W-what...what are you?” I blurted.

He turned his attention to his book, flipping to the next page, his nails filed to deadly points that mirrored his nails and horns. “You’re terrible with introductions.”

I pursed my lips, feeling a flare of irritation. “You’re a man with green hair and horns, I have more immediate concerns.”

“Nothing is more important than good manners, Little Fox,” he said.

The way he said that term of endearment, the unique lilt and rhythm of it, made me think of The Magpie.

Have you forgotten how to introduce yourself? Shall I demonstrate how?

“You first,” I said.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his brow furrowing. My demand had clearly been an affront. Good.

“I’m your guest. It is only polite for the host to start with introductions, is it not?” I said. “After all, I’m under the care of your hospitality.”

“Hospitality that has been more than sufficient,” he retorted as he shifted in his seat, dropping his foot from where it was hooked on his knee and leaning forward to rest his elbow there instead. “Without the help of my whisps, you’d still have a festering wound on your leg and a fever burning through your body.”

So, they were will’o’the’whisps.

“I’m very appreciative of that,” I said. “But I’m not in the habit of just following the instructions of strange men I’ve never met.”

His amused expression faded and he caught the corner of his own lip with one of his pointed teeth. He closed his book with a loud snap and tossed it onto the cushion. He stood to his full, impressive height and strode on long, pinstripe-clad legs over to me.

I expected him to stop at the edge of the bed, but he didn’t. Instead he climbed onto it with me, giving me no recourse but to yelp and scramble backward until I collided with the headboard. His whisps flitted away with hushed tittering as the stranger continued his pursuit.

He bracketed me in against the bed with those long legs. His hands smoothed up the silky bed linens as he poised his body over mine like a comfortable lover; like he had me under his body plenty of times before. Like he was comfortable with it.

I looked pointedly away as his shirt billowed around his suspenders, revealing the statuesque planes of his chest and abdomen beneath. I shut my eyes, feeling my face warm. He didn’t let up, unbothered by my discomfort.

He grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, the point of his nail pressing against the swell of my lower lip. He jerked my head back toward him.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I kept my eyes stubbornly shut for a few moments longer.

He grasped my whole jaw with his large hand. “Now.”

I bit the inside of my lip painfully before blinking my eyes open. When I did, I found him staring down at me. His lashes rested low, yet his gaze was almost oppressive, trapping me within it.

I swallowed tightly as I realized the off-putting nature of that gaze. There glowed an opalescent reflection in his pupils, like the kind you’d see looking into the eyes of an alley cat late at night during a smoke break.

I swallowed once more and forced myself to say, “I’m not telling you.”

“Oh?” he asked, his voice a velvety purr that curled warm up the length of my spine. “I could always make you.”

My heart raced in my chest. My eyes danced around his face. “Y-you could try,” I challenged.

I hated the stammer in my voice. I hated that even I could hear the front I was putting on for him. His lips parted to reveal a beautiful blade of a smile. I couldn’t tell if it was one of amusement or if some darker urge inspired the expression.

“Focus,” he commanded, those glinting eyes seizing mine. “Keep those lovely eyes focused on mine, my sweet little pest. Be a good girl for me.”

I stilled, my body going slack against my own wishes. I struggled to grasp onto my agency, but it slipped through my fingers like fine, satin ribbon. I lost myself in those opal pools, flitting my focus between each of them. I couldn’t decide which of them more beautiful. I lost myself in that thought, trying and failing to determine which of his eyes I should drown in.

“My, my. It turns out you can be a very good girl,” he said, the sound of his satisfaction so pretty as it tickled through my psyche. He released his grasp on my jaw and positioned his hand more gently, cupping the curve of my face.

I leaned into his hand, needing the tenderness; needing him. I felt something pluck at my lips. Like pulling thread through the eye of a needle, the corners of my mouth curved up. I felt ease, I felt contentment. But something about it was wrong.

His nail dragged my lower lip just slightly and I felt my eyelids droop. There was something this man had done to make me angry; to make me frightened… but I couldn’t recall what it was.

“That’s it,” he said. “You’re so much prettier when you obey, aren’t you my sweet Little Fox?”

“Mhmn,” I felt myself say.

“So, why don’t you give me that name of yours like a good girl?” he said.

“My name...” I sighed. “My name?”

“That’s right. It would be so easy,” he said. “All you have to do is tell me what to call you, sweet girl.”

There was a low tightening in my belly; the hum and heat of arousal. My eyes fluttered shut as the sensation flooded me.

Memories flickered like flower petals. These were not the ones I’d fought so hard to remember only a few moments before. These were memories that my body had recorded. The feverish feeling of my breasts being touched for the first time. The feeling of Eian’s callused hands on the sensitive skin of my thigh. The feeling of lips, slick and sweet against the side of my neck. The boy at the docks who had me pressed against the wall before he thought to ask if he could.

My name.

My name.

My...

I opened my eyes, rage consuming me like fire. I didn’t know what he’d done to conjure those visceral, private thoughts, but whatever it was, it was none of his business. I was too close to rear up enough force to headbutt him. But I’d lived a long time on The Strid.

I pulled back my feet from between his legs and used all the strength I could conjure in my legs, placing my feet on his gut and sending him backward.

That said, he didn’t go far.

He tumbled clumsily back, his brows quirking high, those opalescent pupils constricting. He looked almost affronted, like I’d taken a piece of fine china and shattered it while he watched.

“You. First,” I insisted.

It was silent for a long time. The only sound in the room the hushed sound of the sheer curtains hissing in the breeze beside the bed. He seemed to take me in newly, looking at me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It felt uncomfortable to be looked at like that—like he was trying to peel the outer layers off and peer at the clockwork inside of me.

“What are you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Barley audible. “I’ve never...a human has never--”

I set my jaw again, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, sitting and crossing his legs, leaning back on his hands, but not moving any further away. He seemed to have accepted his failure at…at whatever he’d been doing to me.

“My name is Leif,” he said finally. “I’m an incubus.”

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Fic author interview

Thanks to @sesamestreep and @glorious-spoon for tagging me in this one over the holidays! But between starting the new job and the holidays and the RCSS, it totally slipped my mind until now 😬

No-pressure tagging: @anghraine, @ladytharen, @luciechat, and anyone else who feels like it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

An even 200 if I include both accounts.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Just under 650K words altogether.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Last Train 

I fought the war (but the war won) 

left-handed kisses 

Fixer Upper 

Chain Reaction 

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I want to let commenters know they're appreciated, and I enjoy talking about little details or plot turns. Lately I haven't had the time or energy for much more than a quick thank you, but I'm still trying to respond.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

At one point it would've been the bad ending of I fought the war, but now I think this Whumptober piece takes the crown.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Considering canon, most of them have an unrealistically happy ending! Especially inside the vastness of the galaxy, the "Naomi & Filip get a happy reunion" story.

7. Do you write crossovers?

No. I enjoy writing & reading some fusions (i.e. characters from one canon in the setting of another) but traditional crossovers in which characters from two different canons meet don't generally appeal to me.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on AO3, but I've been sent anon hate on Tumblr about my writing a couple of times (find a Reylo writer who hasn't challenge).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah, a fair bit - in fact it's hard to remember sometimes that I never wrote anything explicit before 2016! It's all pretty vanilla, though, minus a few attempts at kinkier stuff which are deservedly anonymous.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of; someone commented on one of my stories on AO3 to tell me that another story had copied significant parts of it. (They'd already commented on and reported the other fic, so I didn't take any additional action. The plagiarizing story was eventually deleted.)

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Bless the fandom translators, for they are amazing.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing posted publically.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I couldn't possibly choose a single favourite! In terms of longevity, it's either Han/Leia or Eowyn/Faramir. And Star Wars ships in general seem to have a strong hold on me 😁

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The OT3 whumpfic. It's nearly done, but it's far outside my usual wheelhouse so without a beta reader, I can't tell whether it's worth finishing or beyond help.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write decent dialogue, and I'm genuinely proud of the ideas behind I fought the war and pulse to pulse. I can also write a pretty good pastiche of 19C style, although you wouldn't know it from this account.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting. Falling back on boring/clichéd beats to flesh out dialogue-heavy scenes.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

A sentence or so? Sure. Can't think of a reason to do much more than that.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It would be either Buffy or Lord of the Rings - I honestly don't remember - not counting the terrible Shannara-fic I wrote as a pre-teen.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Someday I'd really like to write a Children of Men story telling what happened to Kee and [spoiler] after the movie, plus fixing [spoiler].

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Subject to change by the moment, of course, but looking back at some older stories recently reminded me that I've always been pretty fond of don't go home without me.

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