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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @stellarmeadow @caterpills @miharaikko and @tailsbeth-writes!

Holy shit, it's time to share more words. With Freaktober/Kinktober coming to an end, I should be looking forward to writing some more, um... "normal" stuff? But the truth is that I had a lot on my Freaktober wheel that I didn't get to, so I think I'm entering my weird fic topic phase. 👀

All my other WIPs are still getting attention, but I started writing something a little bit cracky. I'm providing no explanation, but it is decidedly NSFW so it's below the cut.

Alex wakes, rock hard and sweaty, from an intensely vivid dream where he was getting a blowjob from a gorgeous blond.  Only… the moans that reverberated through Alex’s dick had been distinctly male, the hair had been short, and the jaw had been sharp and angular. But those lips… holy shit, Alex could get off to the memory of those lips for-fucking-ever. And those bright blue eyes that watched him so intently while the man was on his knees. Whatever. It doesn’t mean anything. Alex has weird dreams all the time; a sex dream about a dude isn’t even that strange. Just… unsettling. He slips his hands into his boxers to relieve the incredible tension of having been so fucking close when he awoke. After he cleans up and drifts back off to sleep, he doesn’t give it another thought. Until a few nights later, when it happens again

No-pressure tags for: @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517

@cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @firenati0n @faketrex @getmehighonmagic

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @iboatedhere @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @myheartalivewrites

@onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt (I noticed!!) @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @thesleepyskipper

@theprinceandagcd @thighzp @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew and as always, an open tag!

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wow!!! it's been a busy wed around here today .... i luv that!!

thanks ever so much for the tags @stellarmeadow @suseagull04 @caterpills @thedramasummer @eusuntgratie

@firstprincehornyramblings @sophie1973 @tinyarmedtrex @everwitch-magiks @henryspearl

@zwiazdziarka @tailsbeth-writes - i will be back to do a read of ur stuffs 💚

ur girlie has been tweaking some fics she had started b4 for the @ficwip all-ship ship week and so far we got a firstprince and 2 southern philanthropy fics - one liam and one pez pov and friday there will be a junora (only one bed campaign trail era) - and that's what we'll have some words from shall we 💚💚

June gets her wish, but she already knows that tonight is going to be a test of her willpower. She’s damning herself to want more than she can ever have. Just one night, she thinks. One night with Nora next to her, or maybe, if she’s lucky, even in her arms. The thought is enough to make her dizzy. The nightly routine goes by in a blur. Teeth brushed, clothes changed, makeup removed—all of it happens faster than June expects. And then, suddenly, they’re climbing into bed. The mattress dips under their weight, and for a second, June lets herself imagine what it would be like if things were different—if they were more. But that thought is quickly stifled. They’re very much on their own sides of the bed, no crossing into the middle. No touching. Yet. She hopes that it’s just for now, that she’ll get her way and get to feel what it’s like to be the one Nora curls into at night. Even if it feels a bit deceitful, she just wants to know what it’s like to be the one Nora seeks comfort in. June lies there, eyes wide open, every nerve in her body hyperaware of Nora’s presence just inches away. The room is silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the gentle sound of Nora’s breathing. As June breathes deeply, that familiar, lingering scent—the one she still hasn’t been able to place but now always associates with Nora—fills her senses. It makes her ache. Maybe she can’t have Nora the way she wants, but she can have this moment. Just the two of them, sharing space, sharing breath. And that, for now, will have to be enough.

OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO STILL WANTS TO PLAY and some very low pressure (like none) tags under the cut 💚

a very gentle tag ur it!!! @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @blueeyedgrlwrites @catdadacd

@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @emmalostinwonderland

@england-would-fall @firenati0n @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @getmehighonmagic

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inell @inexplicablymine @jmagnabo92

@judasofsuburbia @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @mikibwrites

@myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts @orchidscript @piratefalls @porcelainmortal

@priincebutt @softboynick @sparklepocalypse @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste

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@indestructibleheart @stratocumulusperlucidus @basil-bird @seths-rogens

@strwbrryagcd @cactusdragon517 @run-for-chamo-miles

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hello you lovely lot🥰 it’s been a whileeee since i’ve done one of these but rest assured i have been writing but something i couldn’t share snippets of but all will be revealed very soon at the @anywhere-with-you-event

but now it’s back to the bridgerton boys and i’ve missed themmmmm🥹🥹 and i couldn’t welcome them back without a bang🔥

thank you @jmagnabo92 and @firstprincehornyramblings for the tags✨

Henry’s fairly quiet, still clearly entrapped in sleep.

Alex takes a breath and then his mouth is physically on him. Swallowing him down whole as he takes Henry in his mouth, his tongue licking up his shaft and sucking like a predator latching on to its prey.

He becomes even more aroused by the soft moans that are coming from Henry above him. He groans animalistically when he feels Henry swell inside of him, stretching his lips over as he willingly takes him all in like he’ll be his only meal.

Then, he hears Henry start to stir, emerging from sleep as his hand flies into Alex’s black unruly curls, his fingernails grazing against his scalp.

Henry hums satisfyingly, “Good morning to you too.”

Alex peers up at him, fluttering his eyelashes that he knows sends Henry weak at the knees. But when he sees that Henry is looking down at him, his arm still under his head, his eyes still sleepy but also hooded, and half of his mouth is pulled into the sexiest smirk, his cock violently twitches.

“Good morning sweetheart,” is what Alex says— oh so innocently— whilst his lips hover over Henry’s bellend. “How did you sleep?”

tagging: @babygirlgalitzine @clockwrkpendrxgon @softboynick @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @priincebutt @tailsbeth-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @rwrbayleafs @fullsunsets @thesleepyskipper @iboatedhere @taste-thewaste @henrysfox + open tag

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged today by @caterpills, @suseagull04 and @stellarmeadow Thank you !

Here is a little snippet of chapter 5 of of 'Wait for me (to come home)' dropping this Friday.

Also watch this space for a fun oneshot I am posting tomorrow, aka the Plane fic.

He steals glances at him between chopping vegetables and stirring sauces. The tension has eased from his shoulders, and though his eyes still hold a hint of sadness, there's a peacefulness to his expression that wasn't there before. Henry’s heart swells to know he’s played a part in that change. "This is really good, H," Alex says, his mouth half-full. His eyes sparkle with genuine appreciation, and a bit of sauce clings to the corner of his lips. On anyone else, talking with their mouth full might be off-putting, but on Alex, it's oddly endearing. It's so quintessentially him - enthusiastic, unguarded, and completely in the moment. Henry chuckles, shaking his head fondly. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. And please, do try to chew with your mouth closed, darling. We're not savages." Alex grins, swallowing before he speaks this time. "Yes, Your Highness," he teases, and Henry rolls his eyes at the joke. “Not only are we not in any way related to the Royals, we’re not even part of the British aristocracy.” “Could have fooled me with your long ass name.”

Tagging with no pressure : @onthewaytosomewhere @tailsbeth-writes @thighzp @iboatedhere

@firenati0n @kj-bee @blueeyedgrlwrites @bitbybitwrites

@wordsofhoneydew @swoonoveryou3 @myheartalivewrites

@priincebutt @milowren29 @14carrotghoul @miharaikko

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WIP Wednesday

HELLO. Yes, hi. It's me. Queuing this one up early! It's been a while and I miss y'all. Writing was a real big struggle because work was Bad™—but I'm back-ish and working on a few things, including this flufftober prompt which was "haunted house". Coming this Friday (because that's the day of the prompt), scare actor Alex continues to be really bad (and really good?) at his job, especially with this one guy who keeps coming back:

Don't run, don't run, don't run. Alex thinks as if he could telepathically command this stranger, this stupidly beautiful stranger, to stay. Exchange names, maybe. Like the absolute bare minimum. He's been here enough times; it's the most committed relationship Alex has been in. The guy recovers, opens his mouth to maybe say actual words that aren't just terrorized squawking noises, and then—Nora fucking ruins it. Shit, he nearly forgot she was with him. She springs out from behind Alex, like they planned their joint-scare, a practiced bait-and-switch. The problem is: Nora surprises him, and Alex howls out a truly unmanly shout, which just dominoes the whole situation because the guy also shouts because Alex did, which means Bea unexpectedly screams, and then everyone is screaming, and it's a mess. God, Alex is so bad at his job.

👻 boo!

Low low pressure tags under the cut, please never feel obligated! And as always its an open tag! Tag me is you use it because I want to see what's happening out there!!

@alasse9 @taste-thewaste @firenati0n @thesleepyskipper @suseagull04

@myheartalivewrites @miss-minnelli @judasofsuburbia @thinkof-england @onthewaytosomewhere

@anincompletelist @14carrotghoul @porcelainmortal @wordsofhoneydew @blueeyedgrlwrites

@stellarmeadow @faketrex @sophie1973 @littlemisskittentoes @thedramasummer

@tailsbeth-writes @milowren29 @tinyarmedtrex @sparklepocalypse @clockwrkpendrxgon

@cricketnationrise @kj-bee @thighzp @theprinceandagcd @bitbybitwrites

@miharaikko @dani-dabbles @msmarvelouswinchester @priincebutt

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WIP Wednesday

Believe it or not, it's not queued, I just wanted to post it before I pass out, since tomorrow is going to be crazy. Thank you to everyone who tagged me on Sunday, sorry I missed it! Was busy being sick. UGH.

I have not only words from the next chapter of "what would it look like if we stepped into the sunlight", but also a snippet of the art that goes with the chapter below!

Alex stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. Nothing in the reflection had changed - the same face, same surroundings he'd long-since grown used to. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. And yet everything felt different somehow, as if a photo filter had been cast over the image before him, making it sharper and hazier all at the same time.  In contrast, that moment earlier, when he'd cut his finger, stood out in sharp, vivid relief. A byproduct of the bubble they'd been in, obviously. They'd been thrown together in a highly unusual situation and then spent practically all of their waking hours together ever since. Two hot guys in their prime--this was an inevitable outcome. Except. 

And here's a section of the artwork:

I can't wait to share the rest of it next week!

tags for

@onthewaytosomewhere @sophie1973 @thesleepyskipper @anincompletelist @indestructibleheart

@run-for-chamo-miles @andrea-lyn @piratefalls @priincebutt @caterpills @stereopticons

@porcelainmortal @blueeyedgrlwrites @firenati0n @whoevenknows-things @emmalostinwonderland

@sparklepocalypse @theprinceandagcd @three-drink-amy @kiwiana-writes

@blueeyedgrlwrites and anyone who wants an open tag - please play along!

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Coming in with the late WIP words because my brain went brrrr tonight on a random spidey-Alex fic for @onthewaytosomewhere ! Thank you to @stellarmeadow , @caterpills , @sophie1973 , @henryspearl and @porcelainmortal for the wip wednesday tags! I'm still debating if I'm going to post this, sound off if you'd like to read the whole thing, bc honestly if enough people are interested I'll post but. It's silly and short and whumpy and yeah! Enjoy!

Henry hates nights like this. He hates when he knows vaguely where Alex is, but not really. He knows he’s out in the city, chasing down the bad guys, fighting off villains and generally keeping the populace of New York City safe… but he doesn’t know if he’s safe, doesn’t know if he’s hurting in some dark alley, bleeding out on some dirty city street because he pushed himself too hard and too far. He’s got super powers, sure, he’s Spider-man for fuck’s sake – but he’s not invincible, and Henry thinks Alex forgets that sometimes. So Henry worries enough for the both of him while he’s gone. He paces the brownstone and David trots at his heels, sensing the unrest and unease in his human. It’s almost two in the morning now, and Alex has been gone since ten PM, and that’s… a long time. Longer than normal, Henry thinks. He’s reaching for his phone when he hears it – a thunk and a roll, like something came in through the window. It’s not surprising, Alex has gained an affinity for crawling in through the cracks of their house on nights he’s out fighting crime. “I don’t want anyone to know where I live. If they ever came for you I wouldn’t know what to do.” So they’d taken to leaving a window on the back of the building open for him to sneak into once he’s done for the evening.

I'm not gonna tag anyone else bc it's late and I feel like everyone has posted already, but yeah! That's all I got friends, enjoy!

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I appreciate y'all who keep tagging me in tag games you're the real ones ❤️ one day I'll write again. One day. Lmao. Until then ... I'm v sorry but also I don't really think anyone's noticed my lack of anything here so 🤷🏻

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ILL TAKE LINGERIE FOR FIRST FIRE FOR $500 ALEX

this one came so fast (kinda like alex once buck got to him lolz) so here ya go Nico 💚💚

this can also be found on ao3 if you'd rather

under the cut for smut

Alex has been waiting for this moment all day, the anticipation building from the moment he slid the black lace on under his jeans. They spent the afternoon 118 family get-together, a normal day filled with casual conversation and lingering glances between him and Buck. But now, finally, they’re back in Buck’s bedroom, the air between them charged.

Buck’s fingers work at his belt, and Alex can hardly keep still. His heart races, pounding as his breath quickens, and his whole body feels like it’s on edge, aching for what’s about to happen. As Buck pulls the leather strap free and moves to unbutton Alex's jeans, Alex bites his lip, his pulse thrumming with excitement.

The moment Buck slides the denim down, leaving Alex in nothing but the black lace panties he has been wearing all day, Buck freezes, eyes widening in surprise and unmistakable hunger. Buck’s smile turns nearly predatory, his gaze darkening as it roams over the delicate fabric hugging Alex’s hips. A low groan escapes him.

“Damn,” Buck whispers, voice rough, his hands stilling for a second before gripping Alex’s waist, fingers pressing into the lace as though testing how fragile it is.

Alex arches into the touch, his body so damn eager for what’s coming. “You like?” he teases, his voice thick.

“Oh, I’m gonna love ruining you in this,” Buck growls, the sound sending a shiver down Alex’s spine.

And then Buck’s mouth is on him—hot, demanding, claiming—as his hands roam over the lace, tugging and caressing. Alex gasps, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Buck’s touch, the fire that’s igniting between them. Every stroke, every press of Buck’s fingers against the lace, has Alex keening, his body already aching for more.

Buck’s lips brush against Alex’s ear, voice thick with lust. "Baby, hope you're not too attached to these," he whispers, and with a sharp tug, the lace straps tear, the sound of ripping fabric sending a jolt through Alex. Before he can react, the lingerie is gone, tossed aside, leaving him bare under Buck’s hungry gaze.

Buck wastes no time. His hands are all over Alex, spreading him open, lube dripping on his fingers as he enters him. Making him feel exposed and wanted in a way that leaves him breathless. In what feels like no time at all, Buck’s inside him, sliding in deep, filling him completely. The stretch, the heat, the pressure—all of it has Alex gasping, gripping the sheets as Buck moves with purpose, his thick length hitting Alex’s prostate with every thrust.

“Fuck, Buck,” Alex moans, his body already trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation. Every roll of Buck’s hips sends waves of pleasure crashing through him, and he feels himself unraveling faster than he thought possible.

Buck’s grip tightens on Alex’s hips as he thrusts harder, his rhythm unforgiving. The room fills with the sound of their bodies moving together, their heavy breaths and desperate groans mingling in the air. Alex is right on the edge, teetering between pleasure and oblivion, and with one more deep stroke, Buck hits just the right spot.

Alex cries out, his vision going white as he falls over the edge, pleasure exploding through him in a rush. His body clenches around Buck, pulling him deeper, and Buck follows with a low, guttural moan, his release spilling inside Alex as his body shudders.

They collapse together, panting, Buck still buried inside him, softening but refusing to let go. The weight of Buck’s body on top of his, the warmth of his breath against Alex’s neck, is grounding in the most perfect way.

Alex smirks, still catching his breath as he lies there. “Can’t wait to see what you do when I wear the other set I found,” he murmurs, already thinking about the next time.

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do u have a crush on any of ur mutuals?

if you don’t crush on any of your mutuals are you a real tumblr user

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40 Questions — Meme for Fic Writers

Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Share one of your strengths.

Share one of your weaknesses.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Which fic has been the easiest to write?

Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Describe your perfect writing conditions.

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

What do you look for in a beta?

Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

How do you feel about collaborations?

Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Do you accept prompts?

Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

How do you feel about smut?

How do you feel about crack?

What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Talk about your current wips.

Talk about a review that made your day.

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

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This fic has lived in my head for so many months and many thanks to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the endless brainstorming sessions and plot hole fixes. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you <3 and thank you so much to @priincebutt for the cheerleading and mood board expertise!!!!!!!

Chapter One of my Purge AU "In the Darkness (Before the Dawn) can be found on AO3!

Two Hours until the Commencement of the Annual Purge Ring.  Ring.  Ring.  “So help me god, Henry, if you don’t answer this goddamn phone and tell me you’re on the plane…” Alex curses under his breath as his phone continues ringing in his ear. He paces the length of his office with one hand running through his hair, pulling slightly in an attempt to stave off the building anxiety. Just when he’s about to hang up, the line connects.  “Alex? Is everything alright?”  “Henry!” Alex lets out a sigh of relief, but the relief is short lived because… “Where are you?”  The silence on the other line answers his question, but he waits it out, hoping Henry will prove him wrong. “I’m almost done at the shelter.” Henry finally admits, the sheepish tone in his voice that would ordinarily be soft and endearing now just infuriating. 

Throwing some tags below the cut since tomorrow is Wednesday, so I'm also gonna use this for WIP Wednesday cause... why not.

@onthewaytosomewhere @eusuntgratie @anti-homophobia-cheese @blueeyedgrlwrites @caterpills

@captainjunglegym @england-would-fall @firenati0n @freyjaexplores @getmehighonmagic

@inexplicablymine @judasofsuburbia @jettestar @kiwiana-writes @miss-minnelli

@piratefalls @tailsbeth-writes @wordsofhoneydew

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Evan Buckley + Sweater Collection

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genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

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It's fanfiction it doesn't have to be perfect it doesn't have to be accurate this is a hobby you're doing this for fun it's okay if it isn't perfect and polished you're doing it for fun [talking to myself in the mirror]

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"She's never where she is. She's only inside her head."

- White Oleander by Janet Fitch