#WIP SNIPPET ALERT

[thelaundrybitch]

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How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

Ok, Im'a be honest.

I don't really enjoy writing *smut*

I prefer to write romance, and romantic scenes that potentially end up in some steamy bedroom time.

I don't necessarily get very visual or detailed, I'm more about dialog and feelings. For me, those are the most important to portray during a love scene.

As for realistic? I mean... Feelings and dialog, I try my best. I think if I can get myself to enjoy my bedroom scenes, then they are realistic enough 💖

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WOOHOO! Going for gold here! 🥳

It's a bit out of context and messy, but here you go. It's with my tmnt OC Basilio - who is the eldest of my iteration of the turtle bros.

Warning, Thirsty bitch under the cut

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I'm in a dojo.

None that I recognize.

It's dark and quiet.

There's a whole bunch of plants - mainly bonsai- lining the walls on scattered shelves.

It's incredibly peaceful.

As I'm spinning in place to see the rest of the room I've jumped to, I see him.

Sitting with his back to me, in deep meditation.

Quietly I walk to him, thinking I'm being sneaky, but his hand whips out and grabs my wrist and with a sudden yank I'm in his lap.

“You're not where you're supposed to be, Ma Reine,” Basilio hums into my ear. His lips find mine immediately, and I can't help the moan that follows my surprised gasp.

The kiss isn't nearly as long as I want it to be, so when he pulls back from it, I end up chasing him for more.

He lets out a low chuckle and places a few sweet kisses on my needy lips.

“Where am I supposed to be?” I ask, still trying to get him to kiss me.

He's all smiles as he kisses me everywhere but my lips. “With the other three. Today was my solitary day,” he tells me. 

I pull back and give him a sobered look of concern.

“It's required by dad,” he says, “I have exactly zero issues with you popping in on me,” he tells me before I can even spiral into my anxious guilt. His hand finds the back of my head as it tangles through my hair, pulling my lips to his for one of those kisses.

God I just.

No brain activity.

Just pure feelings.

“So,” he says, breaking the kiss, “why me?”

I feel my body flush with hot adrenaline as I blush from head to toe.

Thank God it's dark in here.

He snickers, “You look like I just caught you reading my diary. Fess up,” he teases with a poke to my side.

I squirm a bit, bringing my hands to my face, embarrassed about how I'm going to present this.

“I've been thinking about you all day,” I say quietly.

He moves my hands to reveal a single raised brow ridge and a smug smirk.

“Oh?” he asks, his eyes searching my face until they fall to my lips, where they stay and wait for my response.

*gulp*

I know if I open my mouth I’m going to embarrass myself further so I just nod, instead.

“I thought about you all day too…” He confesses, with a flirty wink. “So tell me,” he says, while moving so suddenly I don’t realize I’m on my back and pinned under him until it’s too late. “What kind of thoughts… were you having?”

There’s no escaping him.

I mean, this is Basilio we’re talking about.

So instead I close my eyes and get it over with, “Thirsty ones,” I admit.

I feel his warm breath in my ear, “Why are you embarrassed? I’ve been having thirsty dreams about you for years,” he purrs, before his lips make real estate down my neck.

“Not dreams…” I let out a pleasurable gasp when his open mouth leaves a love mark on his descent. “Active… uhm… actively thinking,” I get out through some heavy breathing.

“I didn’t say mine happened while I was asleep. They were a conscious decision. And I enjoyed every second of them.” He’s so matter-of-fact about it, I end up squeezing him between my thighs, because oh. My. God. 

“You gonna share, so I can make your dreams come true, Ma Reine?” He purrs between kisses that are making me thirstier. The kisses are everywhere but my mouth.

His self-control is killing me.

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[brynnmclean]

It's Wednesday! Hoping that tumblr will cooperate and let me post a snippet for WIP Wednesday!!!!

Still working on the Hellblade fic, but I have thankfully finished the rough draft of chapter 4! I posted a snippet on Saturday, but here is the part that follows that one because I want SOMEONE to hug Senua:

Senua turns toward him and though it hurts when she folds herself into his arms, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about himself at all, only prays that his legs stay steady for her. It is like the strain of a shield-wall, but he’ll stay shoulder to shoulder with her in the battle against memory and fear. “I’m sorry,” he tells her, ill-practiced at soothing, but saying it anyway. Holding her anyway. The side of her face presses against his chest, her arms folded up and fingers of her hands knotted together, as if she is afraid of clinging to him—but every place they touch feels vital. It’s the fire kindled by another fire, the thing that keeps a man safe in winter. No one lives long in this land on their own. I don’t want to hurt you anymore, he wants to say, and you’re not alone now, and you broke curses in this land, you didn’t bring them, but he can’t speak, all of it too crowded in his throat. He just puts his arms around her and lets her shake apart for as long as she needs to. The storm passes slowly, leaving them both shivering and swaying from the force of it, but still on their feet. Senua pulls away eventually, rubbing at her reddened eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, needless apologies tumbling from her lips. Thórgestr dares to touch her hair, gently cupping the back of her head and tucking a braid behind the shell of her ear. “It’s all right,” he says, coaxing her back to bed so that he can sit down. If he has less strength tomorrow, he refuses to regret this. “You’ve seen me half-dead and mad with fever—this is little compared to that.” Senua’s face crumples, but she lets Thórgestr tuck her back against him, though she maneuvers so that her forehead presses into his shoulder where he is less sore. He feels greedy about touching her, soaking up her warmth, hardly believing that he can press his hand between her shoulder blades and listen to her catch her breath. When was the last time he held someone like this, for the comfort of it? When was the last time someone held her? Is he the first since her lost love, her Dillion? Thórgestr doesn’t say it aloud, but he makes another promise to her and to himself: he’ll prove himself worthy of this moment, even if this is the only time.

Tagging @wildwren, @eisoj5, @skatingthinandice, @stitchingatthecircuitboard, and @rain-sleet-snow! Also @nukyster-blog for fic awareness. :D

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

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the phone sex fic was supposed to be done 1k words ago but those two just can't shut up and go to sleep lmao - so here's another snippet and hopefully i'll finish it tonight haha (still needs to be beta read and edited after that tho so it's still a few days until it'll get posted haha)

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“I love you. And, shit, I wanna kiss you so bad.” he groans quietly.

“I can be there in twenty. Ten at this hour.” Buck suggests, sounding eager and excited. Eddie looks at the clock and sees it’s after 2 am. It’s so late, and he needs to be up early to get Chris ready for school. But- but it’s Buck, and Eddie loves him, and he thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to kiss him tonight.

“Get over here.” 

“Yeah, on my way. See you soon.” Buck says, and hangs up, in a hurry to get to Eddie as soon as possible. Eddie smiles widely, anticipation building in his stomach, as his soft dick twitches. He knows they’re not going to do anything more tonight, both exhausted and spent, and with the early morning ahead – but, shit, if he could get hard right away, he definitely would just thinking about seeing Buck soon. Most of all, he just can’t wait to finally be able to kiss him, to hold him the way he’s always wanted, to fall asleep with him in his arms. 

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[celientjeee]

WIP WEDNESDAY!

Thought I'd share a lil snippet of my new wip with you all ;)

‘So,’ Lando started, lacing his fingers together on the table in front of him. ‘Since you’re my new teammate and we’ll be spending a lot of time together, there are some things we need to discuss.’  Oscar leaned back in his chair and raised his eyebrows, waiting for Lando to continue.  ‘Right, you’re a man of little words,’ Lando mumbled when Oscar didn’t say anything. ‘Here’s the deal, you will sometimes hear weird noises coming out of my driver’s room or maybe even my hotel room if they put us next to each other. If you do, you are under no circumstances to come in, don’t even bother knocking, just stay in your own room.’  Oscar blinked at his new teammate, watching as his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head like he was embarrassed.  ‘Ehm, okay?’ Oscar just said, not sure how else to reply.  What was Lando doing in his room that made him tell him this? What kind of noises was he talking about? He wanted to ask all kinds of questions, but he didn’t know Lando well enough yet to feel like he was allowed to pry.  Lando looked up and cocked his head, his eyes glancing over Oscar’s face like he was trying to figure him out. Oscar just stared back at him and raised his eyebrows once more.  ‘You’re not going to ask?’ Lando leaned forward on the table a little.  ‘No, you can tell me more if you want, but otherwise I won’t.’  Lando opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again before pursing his lips and nodding. ‘Okay, I have one more thing to ask of you.’  ‘Shoot.’  A piece of paper was placed in front of Oscar.  ‘Will you please sign this NDA?’ 

Tagging @amarynas @fueledbyremembering @nyoomfruits @7msc @landoisokay @ayceeofspades to share a snippet as well if they want to 💕

I have no idea when this fic will come online yet, I've only written two chapters so far, and Shut Up And Drive has my priority for now. I'm having the MOST fun writing it tho 🥰

[zemkzone]

[...] you’re not listening. I’m not leaving you to deal with Lewis on your own.

— Barry Allen to Leonard Snart, Ch19 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

In honor of the Anti-Monitor Crisis (welp, if our lives are irrevocably changed, its not like we'll NOTICE, right?), the chapter will be up on Thursday, April 25, 2024!

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @direwombat ❤️

Midweek check-in. We're jumping into Chapter 3 of John and Sabrina's AU with a little snippet where he's doing a great job of picking flowers for her while Leslie and Oliver become partners in crime.

A faint ringing pulled John out of his slumber, making him turn on his side away from the sunlight coming into the room through the half-open curtains. When the sound persisted, he reached a hand to the nightstand and grabbed the hotel room phone's receiver, holding it up to his ear, face still buried in his pillow. "Hello?", he croaked out, voice raspy. "Mr. Duncan, there's a delivery in the lobby for you." "What time is it?" "10 am, sir.", the man on the other line announced matter-of-factly. Of course. His usual alarm hadn't woken him up, resulting in him oversleeping, but reality was that he was stuck in another city with a cleared out schedule. He suspected by the following Friday, he wouldn't know what to do with himself, deemed a workaholic by many. Still, compared to everything else he had faced so far, that predicament seemed insignificant. "I will be right down in a bit." He quickly freshened up after the call ended, and with a final look at the vase with flowers the bat had knocked down the previous night, he left the room.

Downstairs, the lobby was relatively busy, his gaze running over the guests piling in and out of the hotel as he approached the welcome desk. "Morning.", he uttered out in a greeting, reminding himself he needed to grab a coffee. "Morning.", the younger man at the reception echoed back. "I was told there's a delivery for me." "Yes, yes.", he gestured to a couple of bags behind the counter, "Would you like me to call someone to help you with those?" "No.", John retorted quickly, feeling in no mood to interact with people so soon after waking up, "I wanted to ask…" "Yes, Mr. Duncan?" "Are there any flower shops you would recommend?" The man wasted no time in retrieving a notepad and jotting down an address for him, "It's three blocks away, most of our guests use their services." "Thank you."

With the small piece of paper tucked safely into his pocket, he picked up the bags and divided them between his hands, which in turn made pressing the button to call the elevator a challenge. "We meet again.", a hand appeared to his right and did it for him before the woman he had run into at the prison moved next to him as they waited for the elevator to arrive. "Ms. Donovan." A smirk marred her face while she went to fix her hair that wasn't out of place to begin with, each auburn curl falling over her shoulders perfectly to a point it seemed unnatural, "Look at that, you remembered." Kind of hard not to, when you have the same last name as the woman I like. Like?

He ignored the word and sent her a polite smile as they stepped into the elevator. It was beyond obvious that Candice intentionally chose to stand closer to him, or as close as his purchases would allow in the empty space. The fact she immediately pressed the button to the third floor was another unpleasant sight. "Which floor, Mr. Duncan?" "Fifth.", he lied seamlessly, knowing it would be best if she didn't know his room number.

"How did your meeting go?", she asked and glaced at him from the corner of her eye. "It didn't. There was a setback." "Oh, my.", she exclaimed, curiosity seeping into her tone and making her bright green eyes light with intrigue, "That's awful, darling." John shook his head, his attention returning to the floor indicator, "Hardly something that would discourage me. I have a new appointment, so everything is in order, Ms. Donovan." "Well,", the doors pinged, signaling they had reached the third floor, and John had to remind himself he shouldn't exit despite his instinct telling him to, "if you do face any trouble… you can give me a call, and we will find a desirable solution, I pressume you still have my card." He pushed down the urge to snarl at how she said "desirable", the innuendo, and her intentions behind the "friendly" suggestion for help being as clear as day to him. She wanted to do him a favor, and in return, he'd be indebted to her. And if he had to bet, it wouldn't be as simple as spending a night in her bed. No, when a woman like Candice Donovan would sink her teeth into someone she had set her sights on, she wouldn't just let go, at least not before having her fill and certainly not without ripping out their throat once she was finished. "I appreciate that.", he forced another well-practiced grin as she stepped out and waved him an elegant goodbye. Her heels resonated down the long hallway as she strutted away from him, no doubt putting on a show. Everything about her appearance was adeptly selected: from her designer heels to the emerald green dress that accentuated her curves and showed enough cleavage to draw in a man's gaze while still keeping her pretense of class. John breathed out a sigh of relief when the doors closed, and he found himself on his own again. Fuck. Just what I needed… her being on the same floor. He knew without a shadow of a doubt he had to avoid Candice like the plague, even more after this lie and the way it could only further fuel the interest of someone like her.

Once the elevator got down to his floor again, he hurried back to his room, fearing with his luck, he would end up running into her if he took too long. He quickly dropped off his bags by the door and went back down to the lobby, making a stop at the reception on his way out. "Hello." "How can I help, sir?", the man's gaze shifted away from the monitor and up to him. John straightened his back, leaning against the desk in a pose he often used when addressing judges during sidebars and usually yielded success in whatever he was arguing, "I would like a room change." The hotel receptionist pursed his lips, "I'm afraid that won't be possible. We're fully booked, Mr. Duncan. Is there an issue with your room?" Against his better judgment, his hand strayed to his chin to rub his beard, something a trained eye like Candice's would take as a hint of weakness, "No. Thank you." He made a move to leave, then remembered the broken vase, "One more thing, yesterday night a bat flew in and knocked off a vase off the dining table." "I'm sorry, sir.", concern washed oved the man's features, "Is it still inside? Do I need to call animal control?" "No.", John couldn't help a prideful smile from emerging, "I made sure it made its way back out." Technically speaking, he had done just that. With some help at concocting a plan of action and further moral support from Sabrina. "I'm glad to hear that, sir." John left the hotel, convincing himself his streak of bad luck would eventually end, that making it to his destination without running into any trouble was doable.

A stroll in his new shoes felt like a mistake after almost getting drenched multiple times thanks to cars driving full speed through puddles formed after last night's late rain. Still, waiting on a driver God knew how long and then asking them to take him to a place that was within walking distance was a bit of an overkill, even for him. Breathing in some fresh air seemed like a good idea, too. A couple of minutes later, after almost passing the flower shop thanks to his thoughts hopelessly drifting back to Sabrina, John found himself in front of it just as a man pushed through its doors, seeming in quite the rush to leave. It didn't take long to figure out the reason for his hasty escape. The moment he entered the store, instead of the usual polite greeting he would have expected, he was met by a horror movie worthy shriek that pierced his ears before a bouquet flew at his head. The sudden sting in his forehead told him his hands weren't fast enough to stop the bundle of flowers in its tracks as shock overtook him. "You have the audacity to come back? After you break things off with me on OUR wedding day!", a female hollered his way as the bouquet landed at his feet, her eyes glazed over with anger to a point the mistaken identity hadn't even registered to her. The violent outburst was followed by tears that threatened to undo all the work her makeup artist must have put into her look, and the only thing he could do was blink in surprise when she flew past him, and out of the shop.

"Mister, are you okay?", a woman close to his age broke him out of his daze, "I'm so sorry." "I-", he shook his head and moved further in, overwhelmed by the mix of fragrances that attacked his senses, "I have no idea what just happened." "Wedding drama.", the woman sighed, focused on an arrangement she was working on. Assault more like it. And she fled the scene. "Anything catching your eye?", she spoke up again, finally shifting his attention to him fully as he regarded the premade bouquets and rolls of vases filled with various type of flowers. "A bouquet. Red roses. And I would like to have it delivered today." A part of him argued he had no idea what flowers Sabrina preferred, but red roses were the option he always went with and none of his past lovers ever seemed disappointed in the choice. Quite the opposite, in fact - the gesture inarguably yielded the desired result each time he would task Penny with sending them to a woman. Having a PA to take care of his every whim including sparing him the hassle to go down to the florist's personally certainly came in handy anytime he would cave in and entertain the side of him yearning for a female's touch, but after the drunk call, he was forced to make the trip himself for once. "You're in luck then, you caught our morning window for deliveries.", the florist announced as she began selecting roses for the bouquet. "How many roses, sir?" John paused, unsure of how many Penny would get normally, "60?" The woman bit back a smile, "It must be a special someone. I would advise trying to avoid getting it hurled at your person, though." "She is, yes. And I will keep that in mind." Especially for still entertaining me after getting a call in the middle of the night and staying on the phone while my room was under siege by a bat. But telling any of that to a stranger seemed like oversharing, so he settled for a simple answer instead. She reached underneath the counter and produced an empty card and a pen for him, "How about you fill this out for her while I'm preparing the bouquet?"

"Thank you.", the plain piece of paper in his hand gave him a pause, then his mind drifted back to the night Sabrina had given him a ride, "Do you by chance have a card with butterflies on it or something close?" The florist smiled as she set aside the roses she had gathered and crouched down behind the counter, presenting him with way too many options to choose from. "Ask me what I don't have.", she added with a laugh. His fingers shifted through the cards, each seeming way too colorful and like it would clash with the simple bouquet until he came across one that screamed Sabrina. The inky black butterfly catching his eye so much that looking at the others seemed pointless. "This one.", he announced then moved away to give her space to work on his bouquet and settled at the far end of the counter, leaning forward on his elbows as he contemplated what he should write inside. It was another thing Penny took care of for him. "You have such a way with words, John.", his date would whisper and stroke his hand, eyes full of awe while he'd smirk, not having the slightest clue what his PA had even written to begin with. He never bothered to ask, all he cared about was it was working. What do I say? Minutes ticked by where he came up empty after overthinking every idea that would pop up in his mind and deeming it inappropriate. Finally, he forced himself to put pen to paper, writing a simple, "Thank you for last night. - J"

Once the bouquet was finished and he paid for it, he left the shop, feeling content he had done something without Penny's help. The flowers were on their way to Sabrina's precinct, and his morning had started quite uneventful aside from encountering Candice and being hit in the face by a bouquet an angry soon-or-not-so-soon bride-to-be threw at him. He didn't want to think if that granted bad luck in opposition to catching it after a wedding ceremony. He crossed the road with his sights set on a small cafe across the street from the flower shop. He was going to have breakfast while he waited for Sabrina to call, the idea of their date fueling his good mood despite the dull pain in his temple.

"We're heading out, boys.", Graham Ross said as he and his partner at the Missing Persons Division, Vaughn, set on following up a lead. "Good luck.", Oliver retorted as the door shut behind them and he let out a yawn, spinning around in his chair to face Leslie, "So… you can tell me now." "Don't start, McKenzie." "What did she say?" Leslie sighed, "I just know you won't be able to keep your mouth shut, she knows it too, which is why,", he pointed at the younger detective, "she was hesitant to share anything about the guy in front of you." "I won't, pinky promise.", Oliver raised his pinky for good measure as he took a sip of coffee. "She likes him.", Parish hoped the shrug he gave was nonchalant enough, still trying to wrap his head around the fact Sabrina was showing interest in someone, let alone an attorney. "Look at you, stating the obvious. Give me something more, buddy, that's like telling me water's wet." He rubbed his neck, wondering how much was safe to disclose, but still knowing Oliver wouldn't do anything to actually hurt her, rather wanted his curiosity to be fed. "John", the name rolled off his tongue, leaving a bitter taste in its wake, "lifted one of her business cards so he can have her number and is now texting her." Oliver whistled, "See, I knew the whole "NOT MY GIRLFRIEND" had its intent. And Rina isn't creeped out?" "Nope."

He pursed his lips, "Who knew she'd go for a hotshot attorney from all people, especially with Candy being in that field. Though there was something about him that just seemed… off." Leslie snorted as he leaned back in his chair, "Off? As in?" "It was like his charm was only surface level. You will see when you meet him." "He asked her out.", Oliver raised an eyebrow at his words, "And not directly." "Meaning?" "Decided to act sleek and 'check' if she has any recommendations for lunch spots." "So smooth.", Oliver said, voice dripping with sarcasm and making him let out a laugh. "And she thought it was an innocent question, went as far to argue with me, Ollie… how he just wanted to eat somewhere nice. Couldn't look me in the eye when she finally saw his next text asking her to 'grab lunch'." McKenzie swiveled in his chair lightly, mug clutched between his hands as he contemplated the story, "Did she agree?" "No idea. We were in and out of interviews the whole day yesterday and by the time I got home, I pretty much passed out." "There's more, Parish…" Leslie shook his head, "Not really." "Sure, sure, and I was born yesterday." "I might have told her to go out with him." The confession made Oliver choke on his coffee, sputtering, "Come again." "You heard me."

"Jesus, Leslie.", he gave him a pitiful look, "You like her, why would you do that? You basically opened the door to someone else getting in her pants. Law pun not intended, but damn." "Ollie." "What? You think he won't be trying to? My bet is he was probably rubbing one out the second he was on his own." "I want her to be happy. And this… ain't giving me much hope for the guy." Oliver tsk-tsked in disapproval, "Just saying it how I see it. And you, my friend... need to get your shit together before someone else takes the empty spot in her life, same one you've been eyeing like a sad puppy since the moment she first walked in here. Then you can both be happy and I get to be your best man." "That ship has long sailed, we all know it." He got one of McKenzie's signature eyerolls, "And you don't know how to swim? Board that motherfucker, Parish." "I'm fine with my role, Ollie.", Leslie said eventually, "Plus. He has no chance in the long run." "Why's that?" "Rina's been waiting for someone." A chuckle escaped Oliver, "Aren't we all?" "And she's adamant about it. John just doesn't know he would be fighting a losing battle." Sabrina herself had told him as much when he had finally admitted he had feelings for her, confessing she wasn't over some man she had met long time ago, that she would never be. "Ooof, his poor ego." "Yeah. It would die a gruesome death."

Oliver opened his mouth to most likely crack another joke at the lawyer's expense when a knock sounded at the door before an young man peeked inside their division. "Morning. I have a delivery here.", he announced in a rush, "Flowers for a Miss Donovan? I was told to bring them up here by the front desk…" Leslie stared at the enormous bouquet of blood red roses he held, his expresson of disbelief no doubt matching Oliver's. McKenzie was the first the jump to his feet, and with his desk being the closest to the doorway, he erased the distance between it and the delivery guy in a couple of strides, "She's out, but I will take them." "Thank you.", the man passed him a cupboard from under his arm, "Sign here, please." Oliver scribbled his signature quickly, shooting a dramatic look towards Parish when he took the flowers in his hands. "Have a nice day.", the man called out and left as quickly as he had appeared. "There's a card in the sea of roses, Leslie.", McKenzie reported, eyes shining with dangerous curiosity. Leslie rose up from his seat and met him halfway, "Don't." But it was too late, Oliver had already transfered the bouquet to him as he plucked the card from it and opened it. "Boundaries, Ollie."

"'Thank you for last night, signed J.'", he read out loud, hollering a laugh at the last part, "Holy shit. He did not just-" "I could have gone without hearing that, Oliver.", Leslie ripped the card out of his fingers and shoved it back between a roll of roses, then turned, fully intending to place the flowers on her desk and forget about the words just read to him. Instead his feet carried him over to his own, and before he could think better of his actions or question what awful spell had fallen over him, he dropped the bouquet in the waste bin by it with a snarl. It was the black butterfly on the card that set him off and the realization it matched the two Sabrina had tattooed on her clavicle, proving "last night" could mean one thing. Oliver let out a laugh, gaze casted downward, "Jesus, talk about an extra fucker, it can’t even fit halfway in the trashcan. How many roses do you think that is? And do we think he's compensating for something else with the size of that bouquet?" "An extensive number. Blatant overkill. He's showing off, plain and simple." "Yeah. The card couldn't be more on the nose, either." "Don't remind me.", Leslie gritted out and pushed the flowers further in with his shoe, "What kind of man sends flowers to a woman with that message? At her workplace." "Maybe… it's not what it looks like?", Oliver didn't sound convinced by his own words at all, "Yeah, who am I kidding." "And she'd hate it.", it was a matter of fact statement, "Roses aren't even her favorite."

"Board that ship, because that fucker is already at the helm. But worry not, we can wash away his look of victory when we throw him back into the ocean." "You sure are going hard for those pirate metaphors, Ollie." "You started it." "What are you two up to?", Sabrina's voice made both of them jump in surprise as Leslie reacted quickly and kicked the waste bin under his desk before sinking back into his chair like nothing had happened. Oliver followed suit by taking a seat at the edge of his desk, his body obstructing her view of the flowers further. She made her way to her desk, clutching a folder close to her chest, completely oblivious to the fact they had done something bad. Sabrina faced them with a small smile, and Leslie didn't dare to wonder if it was thanks to her night with- No. Don't go there. "Lab's finally done. We got a match, now only to put out a BOLO.", she was beaming with those news, "We're getting closer, Leslie." Oliver and Leslie shared a look while she shrugged off her coat and sat down, turning her computer back on. "You're both awfully quiet. What happened?" "Nothing.", Parish said first. McKenzie in turn crossed his arms over his chest, sending a knowing smirk his way before asking, "So how was your night, Rina?" "Hmm?", Sabrina glanced at him briefly, feigning confusion, "Boring?" "That so?" "Yeah.", the fact her gaze remained glued to her monitor didn't help matters while Oliver pushed for more intel despite a warning kick from Leslie. "Boring how?"

"What are you up to, Oliver?" "Just answer the question, Sabrina.", Oliver retorted playfully, "We're bonding." She rolled her eyes, but entertained his excuse, "Boring as in, it's what I do every night - went home, made Sav dinner, crashed for the night." Silence took over the room, filled only by the clicking of her keyboard as she put up the BOLO for their suspect, and Leslie almost spilled his coffee over his jeans when Oliver broke it, "And what about our lawyer friend?" "John?" "Yes. You have any other lawyers thirsting for your attention?" "Hilarious. What about him?" Did you see him last night? Why is he sending you an obnoxious number of flowers as the most distasteful display of gratitude for sleeping with him? Thankfully, neither of them asked her that, instead Oliver went for a safer question, "Heard from him yet?" Sabrina groaned, "Leslie, you told him, didn't you?" "That he asked you out for lunch?", he wiggled his eyebrows, "Sure, he snitched, you can spank him for it later, but it wouldn't have been too hard to figure out on my own, Rina. My senses were tingling from the second the rich fucker walked in to report his luggage stolen." "Fuck.", she uttered out suddenly, pushing back her chair as she rummaged through her bag for something until she pulled out her phone, "Lunch. I will be right back." "Leslie.", Oliver whispered under his breath as they watched her rush out of the room, "I think it won't be as easy as throwing him overboard, matey. I haven't seen her run like that for anything that's not a case update."

Leslie's eyes narrowed, hating he was voicing the exact thing he had noticed, and the hand McKenzie rested on his shoulder for moral support. "Chin up, buddy.", his lips quirked up, "For what it's worth, he can take her out on a date, but you can take him out, literally. And me... I own a shovel." The door opening again prompted Oliver to resume his previous pose against the desk as Sabrina returned and put her coat back on. "Where are you off to, Rina?", he sing-songed, twirling one of Leslie's pens between his fingers. "Uh,", she cleared her throat, "I'm going out for lunch, guys." The announcement resulted in another pointed look from him aimed at Parish while Sabrina herself seemed far away, probably already out of the building in her mind. When neither said anything out loud, she bit her lip, growing uncertain, "I will be at Rue's, watching my phone like a hawk in case anything comes up from the BOLO… If you two don't think I-" "Go.", Leslie interrupted her, "You have to eat, Rina. We will keep an eye out." She nodded and shot him a smile and a small wave at Oliver as she left. "Have fun.", Oliver shouted after her before turning to Leslie, "Look at that, I'm suddenly hungry myself. Rue's sounds just divine right now." "Ollie. Don't.", Leslie's voice rose, already foreseeing the chaos the plan would cause and how it could ruin Sabrina's date with the lawyer. John. He was dreading even thinking about his name now. Oliver hoped off his desk and grabbed his own jacket, "I'm doing this alone, Parish, don't worry. A little recon. Fucker will be walking the plank in no time."

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A gift FNAF Fic Snippet for @arkarti'

'The Killer in a Suit'

Notes:

still deciding title so this one might be temporary for wee while

Have not played any of the Games

Inspired by Arkati's artwork

1 of yet undecided parts

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PROLOGUE - 'The Guy in the Purple Suit'

Your friends had decided to take you to swanky, new Nightclub that had just opened up in your hometown to celebrate you getting a new job even though you had been embarrassed stating they didn't need to - it was only working at a Pizzeria.

But now, here you were in the swanky, new Nightclub with it's plush interior in shades of purple ranging light to dark which one would think would clash if weren't for whoever had chosen the design had managed to make it work.

You oddly get hint they really....like....purple and bunnies.

Your friends around you in the booth are laughing, chatting amongst themselves and sharing drinks - so in way not really celebrating you getting a new job - then you feel it.

The hairs on the back prickling - your being watched by someone. But who? And why?

You look around, your gaze scanning the rest of the patrons until lands on far corner booth where a man sits wearing a suit of dark purple, tie loosened and hanging around his neck with shirt collar unbutton - three buttons - exposing his chest slightly, while one arm casually rests on the back of the plush leather booth seat.

His gaze landing straight on you - the guy in the purple suit is looking straight at you.

No-one else, not your friends or other patrons.....

....Just you....

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Notes:

Introduction of one Mr. William Afton

@arkarti

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PART 1 - 'The Name is Mr. Afton'

A few days later after that moment in the swanky, new nightclub your friends had taken you too, your now heading to work for your first day at the Pizzeria just across and down a street from where the swanky, new Nightclub is located.

You stand outside for moment looking at the faded Pizzeria building, wondering if you got the right place when see the man from the swanky, nightclub is sitting on crate with arm resting on another crate he leans against.

The man is smoking a cigarette - the wisps rising up in the Autumn air - wearing a white security outfit unbutton a bit with black tie still knotted loosened a bit and leather gloved hand resting on one of his spread legs.

You make your way over, seeing how he brings his other leather gloved hand up to take drag from the cigarette - the embers briefly glowing as he does so - before blows wisp of smoke upwards into cold air.

Then his gaze flicks to you, instantly, like he knew you were already there. For moment you hold gazes until you realise your staring too much, that to cover your embaressment to fake cough.

"Apologises, I'm looking for..." You begin to say, then realise you just name blanked in the person who employed seeing the man raise an eyebrow at you when lowering the cigarette down.

"Yes?" the man encourages, waiting. You get a hint he doesn't have patience in waiting if you take too long in answering.

"Umm....are you..." You begin to ask, faltering already that the man calmly gets up, still holding the cigarette as walks over to you.

His footsteps though so quiet, it's like an eerie stillness, when he approaches before stands in front of you.

"The name is Mr. Afton." the man states at you, taking a long drag from his cigarette, before he blows out a wreath of white smoke, which instantly swirls around you briefly before disippating into thin, curling wisps.

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"Someone. Someone Help Me."

Word Count: 531 - Sanji Pollen Drabble

Masterlist here, Pollen Masterlist here

@gingernut1314 tagged me a while ago to release a snippet of writing for WIP Wednesday. Only issue is, when I get writing: I can't bring myself to stop until it's completed. Like a shark with blood in the water, a cat being coaxed with a piece of smoked salmon, or more like a Snail with the temptation of a crispy slice of lettuce. So, I present this drabble as my small gift to you, dear. This is a small snippet of a collab piece @sordidmusings and I dreamed up a few nights ago - This portion of it being solely Sanji. The larger plot may include this portion as a break away from the main pairing to be disclosed later.

Warnings: Pollen!Sanji, MDNI, Sanji has inhaled pollen, Sanji can't relieve himself, Edging, Crying, Whimpering, Begging, rutting, Solo!Sanji.

Minors, this is not meant for you.

Part 2 Here.

Within the vacant halls of the quiet ship, Sanji was struggling to deal with a foreign issue he had found for himself. He only breathed in a small amount of the dust falling from the soft, white and yellow leaves: rendering himself completely in shock and desperation

He was clutching at himself, fisting his cock hard and fast with a sense of panic falling from him in waves. Although he had reached the peak of climax three times, he was unable to spill himself over the edge. For the first time in his life, Sanji was unable to pleasure himself to the point of spilling his hot cum over his thumb and into an awaiting, silken paper tissue. 

Oils, moisturizer - he even spat on himself - nothing was working. His spit even seemed to make his situation more dire, the taint of white and yellow pollen on his saliva making the veins on the underside of his cock fill even more with desire and pulsating blood. His shined, red, glistening tip of his cock was leaking with pearls of translucent pre-cum as he continued to pump himself desperately. 

He had tried so many positions: rutting into his palm down onto the mattress below him with the rough snap of his hips, sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling at only the tip, falling onto his knees on the wooden floorboards below him, lying on his back and feeling the coolness of the floor sooth his burning skin while he used one hand to circle the girth of his cock and the other squeezing the exposed tip.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, was working. He needed more. Something more that he couldn’t provide for himself. He climbed back onto the mattress and lied on his back, starting up the pace once more to drag his way towards the finish line again. 

Gasps, moans, groans and cries were not silenced, even with him clapping his unused hand over his mouth as he desperately brought himself to the edge of another orgasm; yet having it fall away as he continued to chase it harder with his hand. 

Sweat pooling at his temple, his jaw clamped like a vice, and his eyes clenched tightly shut as hot tears trickled down his cheeks. 

Whimpers, groans, hisses and stuttering breaths propelling him on to keep beating himself within his closed fist. Trickling out of the corners of his eyes, he began to desperately sob harder. He was being held hostage by his inability to climax, his tears falling freely from his eyes. His lips opened wide to reveal stringy and desperate dribbles of spit over his lips and into his palm, his eyes glazed and pupils blown. 

"S-Someone. Someone h-help me" he cried, his heart beating desperately hard against his ribcage. His sniffles, sobs and whimpers alerted none to his current predicament; the remainder of the crew pursuing their own interests away from the kitchen and crew quarters.

“P-Please,” he whimpered, his hot tears of frustration falling to join the drips of sweat pouring from his hairline, down his temple and onto the soft pillowcase below him, “Please. I’m begging. P-Please, I-I can’t do this anymore.”

[the-golden-comet]

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Draft 2 of YWIMC is almost complete, so I figured I’d celebrate with a smooch from Ali and Noah 🧞‍♂️✨

“‘Uhibuk….” Noah closed his eyes as Ali leaned in for another gentle kiss.

“‘Uhibuk….” Ali whispered against his lover’s luscious lips, connecting them in a slow, methodical rhythm.

‘Ali….’ Noah hummed in his mind as he moaned into the kiss. ‘….make me yours.’

Ali smirked into the kiss as a low rumble escaped his own throat. ‘Is this a wish, Noah, or a command?’

‘A command.’

‘In that case, who am I to refuse?’

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doctor's orders (WIP)

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Characters: Zayne x Reader

Summary: Zayne is surprisingly obedient as a patient when it’s your turn to play doctor. 

Rating: E (M for this snippet though)

A/N: Posting this WIP first because I think it'll take me a while to write the full thing. :")

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He’s terribly late. 

It’s almost midnight now, almost 12 hours past the time he was supposed to have you over at his place for lunch and a home movie date. He had already prepared everything perfectly, from the food, to the table setting, to the extra blankets on the couch (only because you liked to snuggle). And then you had arrived right on time, and everything was going perfectly.

That is, until his work phone rang and he received an alert that one of his patients had to undergo surgery immediately. 

You hadn’t looked fazed when he filled you in on the situation; after all, it was hardly the first time he had been whisked away from a date for unexpected work emergencies. You had told him before that you didn’t mind; saving lives came first and you’d have done the same if you were notified of wanderers in the area.

So he’d left promptly, promising to be back as soon as he could.

And now, twelve hours later, he has finally returned to the front door of his apartment, with a bouquet of flowers he’d picked up along the way as an apology. Zayne had texted you earlier to ask if you had already left, and you’d said that you would stay and wait for him, and that there was no hurry. 

He sees your shoes still neatly placed outside, and yet another pang of guilt hits him. He just hopes you’re not too upset. He’ll have to make it up to you somehow. 

As Zayne opens the door and steps in, he calls your name. 

Silence. No response. 

That… must be a bad sign. Either that, or you fell asleep somewhere. Certainly not in the living room, because there’s no trace of you other than the crumpled blankets and the remote control tossed to the corner of the couch. 

He shrugs off his coat, leaving it on one of the chairs by the dining table and peers around, wondering where you’d gone. Instinctively he heads straight towards his bedroom — you might be taking a nap there.

He knocks lightly on the closed door before opening it carefully, slowly, in case he wakes you. Then he hears you call his name. The tone in your voice isn’t one of anger or disappointment. 

In fact, it’s the opposite. You sound… mischievous, playful. Even a little naughty. 

Almost like you’d planned something completely unexpected for him, and you’d been waiting for him to come in, like a predator waiting for prey to fall into its trap. 

And when he steps in, Zayne all but forgets to breathe.

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Leaving you alone in his apartment for twelve hours had left you with plenty of time to devise a surprise for your boyfriend. Your spark of inspiration came when you decided you’d do the poor man a favour and sort out his laundry for him since he can’t even afford the time to eat the lunch he’d so painstakingly prepared for that afternoon. 

And when you came across the freshly washed spare doctor’s coat in the pile of clean clothes, you were immediately drawn to it like a moth to a flame. You ran your fingers over the thick, wrinkled fabric, a smile playing on your lips when you think about how far he’s come in his career.

And when you put it on, the scent of detergent and warmth enveloping you, an idea so brilliant, so devious, popped into your head. 

After all, you’d already come over to his home already prepared with a new set of black lacy lingerie for him to tear off of you, and this coat would go perfectly with it. 

The look on Zayne’s face when he steps into his bedroom and his eyes fall on you is absolutely delightful. You see a myriad of emotions flicker in his eyes: confusion, surprise, bewilderment…

And then his gaze becomes hungry. Sinful. Heat pools in your centre as his gaze falls on your body, examining every single inch of you. You can already tell from his dilated pupils that in his mind, he’s ravaging you, kissing you senseless and tasting every drop of you, and god you can already anticipate how rough he’s going to be with you when you let him have his way. 

But first, you’re going to have some fun with this.

Zayne approaches the bed, each footstep almost echoing in your ears and mirroring your accelerating heartbeat and you prop yourself up on your elbows, clicking your tongue and shaking your head at the man. 

“You’re late for your appointment, Zayne. I’m almost off my shift now.” 

“I apologise. I was held up at work because of an emergency.” 

“I wish you would prioritise your health the way you do with your work.” 

Your lips curl into a knowing smile, and so does his, although his smile looks a little more defeated. 

“Using my words against me now?” 

“Maybe. But I don’t have time for small talk. I’m supposed to have a date with my boyfriend and he’s waiting for me at home, so let’s make this quick.” 

Zayne cocks an eyebrow but says nothing as you sit up and tap the empty spot next to you on the bed. 

“Lie down. We need to do a routine examination.” 

Surprisingly, Zayne does as he’s told without protest. You feel the bed dip with his weight when he sits down, and you swallow nervously when he stares at you up close, eyes darting down towards your lips and raking down your figure. His gaze is smouldering and you feel your cheeks warm as the corner of his lips turn up. 

“Like what you see?” you can’t resist the urge to ask. 

“It would be more appropriate to ask your boyfriend that, Doctor.” 

Right, right. 

You clear your throat, trying to get back into the roleplay. With Zayne now lying comfortably on the bed, you scooch over, placing your hand over his chest. 

“Checking for my pulse? Where’s your stethoscope?” 

You roll your eyes at him. “I don’t need one to know that your heart is racing right now. Do you feel uncomfortable? Any chest pains?” 

“Yes, it does hurt a little.” 

“Where?” You experimentally press on his left pec. “Here?” You shift your hand downward slightly. “Or here?” 

“No.” Zayne grabs your wrist then, and without warning, pulls you down with a hard tug. You lose your balance, falling straight towards him and you barely manage to stop yourself from giving him a headbutt when your left hand plants itself into the mattress right by his face. 

In this position, you’re now mere inches away from his lips, and his piercing gaze doesn’t leave your eyes as he re-positions your right hand on his chest. 

“Here.” You feel his strong heartbeat beneath your fingers, and the warmth of his breath fanning across your face. Just a little closer and you’ll be able to taste his lips and lose yourself in his passionate, fiery kisses. 

He’s clearly thinking the same thing as you, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sucks in a sharp breath when your tongue wets your lips — a habit of yours when you’re nervous. And then you feel his free hand come up to rest on the nape of your neck to pull you in, closer and closer to him. 

It’d be so tempting to just give up now, to let him have his way with you and to get that quality time and intimacy you’ve been craving all day now. In fact, you’ve been waiting a whole week for this, because lately Zayne has been too busy and today was the only day you could squeeze in a precious date with him. 

But that’s also the reason why you want to enjoy this to the fullest. After all, it’s not often that Zayne is so indulgent with you in bed. 

At the last second, you regain your senses and place your right hand over his mouth, putting an unceremonious halt to his attempt to kiss you. His lips graze the surface of your palm and that’s enough to make goosebumps rise on your arms. 

“If your chest hurts, let’s take a closer look, shall we? I’ll need you to take your shirt off.”

[thelaundrybitch]

As a fan that’s literally in the shadows anticipating your wondrous WIPs I figured it’d be ok to poke you 🥸🫥🙃

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I’d also like to make a personal request and beg for another snippet 👀 (optional)

HELLLLOOOO! Thank you for the ask!

And I'm so sorry this is hella long, I got a bit excitable while answering LOL

~~Fun and a sneak peek of a bit of Tethered under the cut~~

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

AHHHHH!!!!

The work isn't posted yet! 😩

*cries in tactical Basilio and Jehannet*

SO! I would say anything with my tactical turts in it.

You can find the fic and the original concept art HERE

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers'/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

God this is such a hard question wtf

Ok, I would have to say that my favorite character to write for is adult Michelangelo

And funny enough, I have exactly ONE fic written for him - The Snow Storm.

I enjoy writing for him because I think he's an absolute wild card. He's usually portrayed as that carefree, dumbed-down, himbo who needs his big brothers to look out for him.

And that just doesn't feel right to me.

Honestly, I have a decent amount written for him under wraps in Tethered, and I am very excited for everyone to fully meet my Tactical Mike because I think he's gonna blow some panties to smithereens.

💥💥💥🩲💥💥💥

However, if you are looking for some of my Tactical Mike, I gave a small taste of him through Little Blue Hearts, and again in First Kiss Head Canons.

ALTERNATIVELY

I love writing for/as *reader* because I highly enjoy all the internal dialogue I can add and the sassy shenanigans that come about when interacting with the turts.

I’d also like to make a personal request and beg for another snippet 👀 (optional)

LMAO! For you? Absolutely.

OK, without giving TOO much away...

The MC is a "jumper" when she dreams, and sometimes, when she makes it to the turts, she isn't all there. She's kinda on autopilot. You know. Reptilian brain. Ish.

Anyway, here, have a good laugh at poor Leo's expense.

Again. It's a bit messy but try and enjoy the shenanigans.

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When I finally gain some lucidity, I'm sitting in Basilio's lap, my head on his shoulder.

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We're in the movie room

I lift my head and I'm now looking around confused™

Until my eyes land on Leo, who is beside us, and J and Don, who are sitting on the floor.

"Uhh…"

I look back at Basilio, and he studies my face for a moment with a teasing smirk on his face while his arms are comfortably around my middle, our fingers intertwined -to the best of our ability- with one hand.

I glance down as Don turns and looks up at us.

"Did I miss something?" I ask, and all four boys chuckle.

"I'd say so," teases J, "You wouldn't leave poor Bayz alone all night."

"I wouldn't say poor," Leo mumbles.

I look over at him and he's doing the big pout, arms crossed.

I look at Don, in question.

"Yeah, you got here, and we were all in the lab together, and you went right for Basilio," Don says.

"I was in the kitchen getting a refill on the snack bowl," Leo pouts.

"So I just walked over to Bayz," I say looking at him with a smile, "and attached myself?" 

"Nah, girl. You RAN," emphasizes J with big eyes.

My eyebrows are on the ceiling somewhere.

Don chuckles, "Yep. And he wasn't expecting for it to be him, so you ran and jumped, and knocked him on his ass. It was quite entertaining, actually."

"Then this guy comes in," J says, pointing his thumb at Leo, "sees you on top of Bayz, and has a conniption," he giggles.

"Drops the entire bowl of snacks ALL over the lab floor," continues Don, "and tries to 'help you up'," he says using air quotes.

"AKA he tried to wrestle you out of Bayz's arms, but you weren't having it," J says, biting back more giggles.

My eyes are the size of moons and my face is redder than freshly cooked lobster.

"You clung to me like a baby monkey," Bayz tells me, looking quite pleased with his twin's extreme dismay.

"Then the kisses started," Don says with a smirk.

"WHAT?!" now I'm REALLY mortified.

"Don't worry, you only got a couple in before Don intervened. The second he called you Sunshine, you scrambled off of Bayz, jumped on Don, and started to undress him," J is in a fit of giggles now.

JFC. What is wrong with me.

I look at Don, who has a sultry look of satisfaction written across his handsome face.

"So I took you to bed and told these guys we'd meet them in here in about 45 minutes," he husks with a wink.

"Then this guy," J accuses Leo again, "complains, what?! What the fuck are you doing for 45 minutes?! It doesn't take that long!"

"And Don looks him dead in the eye and says, It does if you're doing it right, and slams the bedroom door," chuckles Basilio.

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"And it took almost two hours. So he must've done a really good job," says J with a grin so big it might split his face in half.

"If you don't remember, I can show you what we did," Don says with that flirty Don look.

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Hope you enjoyed the snippet! You can Find out more about Basilio HERE and more about J (Jehannet) HERE.

Again, Thank you so much for asking me some questions! I love doing these!

Questions are from this post HERE for anyone else who may want to use it or to ask more questions!

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[henrygrass]

WIP Wednesday

A snippet from the Andrea fic that I've been working on; just a glimpse into her life as Jonah's abuela. Thank you for the tag @carlossreaders!

Andrea stirs, snuggling into the familiar warmth behind her, his arm draped over her, his breathing in sync with her own. She shifts slightly, her hand reaching for his to gently pull away without waking him. The boys are bringing Jonah today; there’s much to prepare. 

As her fingers tingle touching his calloused hand—the one that holds her heart—she feels the warmth begin to fade, the comforting weight of him slipping away. Slowly, she turns, her heart fluttering with the hope that maybe the dream isn’t over yet.

Her gaze falls on the empty space beside her, and the familiar ache resurges, the finality of reality settling in.

With a trembling hand, she reaches for the empty spot, her fingers brushing against the cool sheets that are supposed to hold warmth and love. Closing her eyes, she wishes for just a moment longer, trying to recall the ephemeral feeling that caresses her in her dreams and abandons her every morning. Just a moment—that’s all she needs, a fleeting second borrowed from her dreams to face the day without him.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and steels herself to rise from the bed, the light of the morning already creeping through the curtains, casting the soft glow of a new day in a world where life just goes on.

She sits at the edge of her bed, reaching for the alarm clock to turn it off before it goes off. She chuckles softly when she notices that, once again, it’s one minute away from going off—just like every day, as if the dreams allow her to join Gabriel as long as she’s back at this exact time.

Her eyes drift to the picture of him on the nightstand, and she leans in, pressing a tender kiss to the cool surface where Gabriel’s smile shines back at her.

“Buenos días, mi amor,” she whispers, as if he could hear her if she just kept her voice low enough, careful not to alert reality that she’s back.

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[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley and @honestlydarkprincess 💖💖💖

here's another little bit of the possessive buddie fic 👀 it's taking over my brain, and I'm honestly so excited for this fic haha can't wait to see where it goes bc there's little to no plan here, like always lol

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“I love you, if that wasn’t clear.” Eddie murmurs into Buck’s skin, lightly scraping his teeth against it. “And I just can’t stand-” he leaves a kiss, moves on to a different spot, “Can’t stand the thought of anyone else kissing you,” another kiss to Buck’s jaw, “holding you, and fucking you,” he growls, and Buck gasps, his grip on Eddie tightening, fingers painfully digging into his hips, as Eddie keeps kissing him all over, “and loving you.” he adds softly, going back to Buck’s lips, leaving one more gentle kiss, before slightly pulling away. He waits until Buck’s eyes open, and only continues when their eyes meet. “I want you to be mine. And I don’t fucking care how selfish and possessive this sounds, I want you to be mine, just like I am yours. If you don’t want that, it’s okay, I’ll just-” he adds quickly, just in case, though considering what’s happening, he doesn’t think he has anything to worry about.

“I am yours.” Buck quickly interrupts, breathing quickened. “I’m yours, forever and ever. Eddie-” his voice breaks. He licks his lips, gaze dropping to Eddie’s for a second, before looking back into his eyes. “I was only going on dates, because I didn’t think I could have this, and I hoped- I hoped I’d get over my feelings for you.”

“By getting under someone else?” Eddie raises his eyebrow, hating the thought, and having the ridiculous urge to mark Buck head to toe with hickeys to let anyone who looks at him know that he’s taken. He’s not going to, obviously, but the possessiveness over him doesn’t let go.

“It’s not like you haven’t dated, either.” Buck retorts, a smirk on his face. 

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[myownwholewildworld]

wip wednesday

i missed last week's wip wednesday because i didn't have much to share, but today i come with goodies!! 🤓 i'm leaving a couple of snippets here on what i'm currently working. the first one is for the nasty Boston QZ!Joel oneshot i hinted at yesterday, and the second one is for my ongoing series, "wherever you go". hope you enjoy!

untilted Boston QZ!Joel oneshot:

warnings: 18+. joel is a menace. read at your own discretion. “On the count of three, I’ll let you go. If you escape, then you’re free,” Joel groaned behind you, his teeth sinking in the bare skin of your left shoulder. “But if I catch you… I’ll fuck you.”

His voice was a low threat that left goosebumps on the nape of your neck, your survival instinct flaring alive like flames rekindled by a gust of wind. All the muscles in your body contracted, anticipating the chase you would have to endure to flee. Your heart was pounding so hard, you almost missed his next words. “And believe me, I ain’t holding back if I get my hands on you,” such dark promise dripped from his lips, your heart twisting inside your ribcage. Joel slowly untied your wrists, uncomfortably resting on your back, taking his time. He yanked at the rope and your hands slammed against his swollen bulge, an animalistic growl tearing his throat. You swallowed, eyeing the open door in front of you and planning your escape route. Joel kept on tugging at the thick cord to free you from his grasp, your hands unwillingly brushing the tent on his worn jeans. Then the hemp string completely loosened up, the tingling sensation in your fingers slowly fading away. The tethers keeping you bound were quickly replaced by Joel’s hands, his meaty fingers wrapping around your wrists to keep you in place. The bastard pulled at your right hand, forcing your palm open to rub his covered erection. Making a decided effort to ignore him, how he used you to get off, your eyes fixed on the door, your face expression a blank canvas. You knew better than showing him fear. “One,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Two,” Joel continued to count out loud.

chapter 13 of wherever you go:

warnings: none (yet). The light screech of distant tyres made him stop right away, his alertness going through the roof as he turned around to discern where the noise was coming from. His heart jostled against his chest, blood rushing through his eardrums with anticipation. Danger was nearby, Joel could sense it. He pushed you towards the trees on your left. “Go, hide in the woods, but don’t strand too far,” his voice was unusually calm, especially considering how his heart pounded, threatening to break a rib. “What?” you asked, confused. “Someone’s coming. Trust me,” he pushed you again, this time with more urgency. “Please.” Your eyes widened when you heard the car approaching too. “It can be anyone. Doesn’t have to be―” “I said go.” “But you―” “I’ll keep ‘em busy. I’ll be fine. Go,” he insisted, keeping calm even though the fear bubbling inside him was asking him to yell. Finally, you nodded, a last squeeze on his hand before you ran towards the cover of the woods. Drawing a deep breath in, with the coolest demeanour he could muster, Joel faced northwards and kept on walking, pretending he didn’t know you were being followed.

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[zemkzone]

[...] what do you say, Len? Do you feel like stumping for our new favorite mayoral candidate? We’re already dressed to blend in with the crowd.

— Barry Allen to Leonard Snart, Ch20 of That Rare Arctic Thunderstorm

Now who could they possibly be talking about? Find out on my next update on May 24!