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[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

tysm for the tag my bby @joelsgreys <3

This is something I’ve been working on, slowly but surely. It’s almost done, and it was going to be a surprise drop but honestly I miss being on here and I miss writing. Life has just been so busy. Anyway, here’s a snippet of “Pretty Little Thing”

Hope I can get this up soon along with part four of ABD. Thank you all for being so patient with me as I try to get back into the swing of things.

no pressure tags: @punkshort @endlessthxxghts @ozarkthedog @ilovepedro @javierpena-inatacvest @joeloverture

[apolloprophecy]

I’m feeding you guys again

[taintandviolent]

and yes, I promise I'm writing taco tuesday pt 3

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag babes! @guiltyasdave • nsfw under the cut! 18+ MDNI!

wip #1 • show me a little bit of spine! feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'five x-men walk into a bar, only three walk out…'

oops i don't have a sneak peek for this one...sorry chickens.

this is an official part two to "all's fair in love and viscera" cause i can't leave them alone to save my life! i finally decided on the name crimson for this specific reader, and the au as a whole will be called the to the bone universe (that’s also how it’ll be tagged on my acc!!!)

this is jealous!logan getting down and dirty in a bar bathroom after a special someone makes a move on his girl...wink wink nudge nudge. a special guest! a very special guest, cause what better way is there to get a man off their ass and admit they like you than dirty dancing with another man in front of him.

think degradation, biting, pain kink (obvi wtf). there's also some emotional constipation and just a hint of angst. it'll be so fun!

wip #2 • says he needs it bad (oh so very bad) feat. sub!logan howlett (& crimson!)

'it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…'

double oops i don’t have a sneak peek for this one either…pls forgive me!

this is also apart of the to the bone universe but it's more like a non-connecting little blurb than another part...if that makes sense lol i just wanted to write more crimson!

all this is thanks to a lovely anon who sent in a req desperately needing me to speak on sub!logan. it's funny because ofc i'll speak on sub!logan wtf who do you think i am. it's honestly one of the fluffiest, softest things i've ever written...established relationship is really locking my ass down. it's still filthy though don't worry! think riding, think pain kink, think light dustings of a breeding kink. i really don't know how to explain this lmao it's gonna be great trust me!

wip #3 • hunting for sport... feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'there's a big bad wolf somewhere in these woods...'

You scramble backwards, stuck watching the way the brush starts to rustle as he gets closer. You push yourself back to your feet, muscles screaming in protest as you break into a sprint. It's all in vain, you know it is. He's only playing with you, letting you tire yourself out. He’s known where you’ve been the whole time, could smell you the whole time, could hear you the whole time. The two of you have been at this long enough now, his patience is starting to run thin. He's right behind you, if the violent thrashing of the brush over your shoulder getting louder is any indication. The dull sound of claws ripping through the forest floor growing closer and closer before the entire woods suddenly tilts on its axis.

this is also in the to the bone universe! can you tell that i'm really into this au? i physically can't stop writing them...another little fic that's outside the events of parts one and two :))) who would i be if i didn't write a chase fic for this man? that's the real question. more violence heavy than the other fics listed, i got bit by the freak bug and i need to write nasty sexy violence sorry babes.

wip #4 • give it to me like a man! feat. dbf!patrick zweig

'patrick comes to your college graduation party, he gives you the best gift...'

“Yeah, I've been pretty busy since the season started. Lot’s of traveling and shit, you know?” Your dad hums in agreement, nodding his head lazily. “For sure, my schedule has been killer this season.” He brags shamelessly, tone heavy with understanding like he and Patrick are in the same boat. Only your dad’s boat is a three million dollar yacht sailing to cushy televised matches and Nike shoots while Patrick is floating on a dinghy to some barely media covered ITF matches. “It’s a miracle I even had time to fly in for the party, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Your hand slides up the length of his cock in one slow motion, your palm grinding over the tip through the denim. “Yeah, daddy.” You say, voice going light and airy around the edges. Patrick thinks it’s being said to your dad, but when his eyes flick over to you, you’re already looking at him. Eyes half-lidded and shiny as your fingers brush over the metal of his zipper.

the long awaited dbf!patrick lol i know i've been dragging this damn thing out for like three weeks but it's the most "done" fic on this list so maybe maybe MAYBE it'll actually be posted soon...

anyway this is nothing but pure filth. just straight up nasty no plot at all pure sex and fucking hard gross style. lots and lots of dirty talk, degradation, risk play, sort of public sex, a barely there daddy kink...just me being nasty on a google doc for no reason!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing (it's technically thursday but like oh em gee who cares just do it anyway chickens)

[drabblesandimagines]

Give me more for the cloud one PUH LEASE

Your wish is my command! I'm playing Remake ahead of Rebirth next month, eeeee.

Cloud Strife x fem reader (work in progress!)

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The merc removes the sword embedded in the wall with not even a grunt of effort, before he swings it around his head in an effortless show, holding it in front of him in a battle-ready stance.

“You lay a hand on her one more time and I’ll take it clean off you.”

He swings the sword once more and swipes it cleanly over your captor’s head, slicing off a good chunk of his mohawk with millimeter precision. Mohawk’s grip on your hair and arm immediately falters and he steps back, now holding his trembling hands aloft as your legs give out beneath you, wincing as you hit the cobbled floor.

“O-okay, okay, man! Sheesh. S-she’s all yours…” He turns on his heel and sprints off, being swallowed by the darkness of the alley.

“Are you okay?” The stranger sheathes the sword onto his back and steps forward, cautiously. You flinch, scooting back to find yourself pressed against the wall.. You’re breathing so loud, and he holds his hands up in what you assume is meant to be a friendly gesture. “Easy. I just want to help. That was a nasty blow you took.”

“T-thank you,” your voice is soft. You're still in shock as he begins to dig in the pocket of his pants and brings out a glowing orb, green in colour.

“Looks sore. May I?” He gestures to your face.

“Okay.” It’s materia, a curing one. He holds it up closer to your cheek and you feel the magic work, immediately the pain subsides. You rub your nose on your arm, trying to clear some of the blood but you know it’ll be a job for the bathroom mirror later on. “Thanks a-again. I owe you. Erm…” You hesitate, “I-I don’t have any money on me, but…”

“You think I interrupted for money?” He seems offended.

You shrug, “No, sorry. Just… it’s Wall Market late at night. Everyone’s got an agenda.”

“I suppose.” His tone lightens again in understanding. “Then what’s yours?”

“Get home in one piece. Always tomorrow…” You hold out your hand then, offering your name, hoping he won't notice it shaking.

He takes it in a gloved hand and a firm grip, stopping the tremor for a moment. “Cloud Strife.”

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[jjunieworld]

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𝓴ey: fluff (☁️), angst/mature themes (🌪️), smut (🥛), smau (📲), written series (📖), oneshot (📓), drabble (📄), other (💬)

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❝ in the house of flies ❞ ┄ choi soobin⌇📄,🥛 requested ⋆ if there’s one thing you love doing the most, it’s getting under your boyfriend’s skin. it’s just so easy to use soobin’s possessiveness and jealously and anger against him to get what you want. and what you want is to get fucked, hard.

𓈃 ⋆ established relationship, smut, hard-ish and mean dom!soobin, face slapping, switch!reader, angry sex, early 2000s au, more tba...

𝓟rogress 𓄵 writing, 1.7k ⟢ 70%

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❝ hayloft! ❞ ┄ jeong yunho⌇📓,🥛 yunho thought being a hired farm hand would be relatively easy—that was, until he met the farmer’s daughter. now he knows that it’s a lot harder than it seems, especially when you’re making it more difficult for him. but, you’re willing to lend a helping hand.

𓈃 ⋆ established relationship, smut, farm hand!yunho, farmer’s daughter!reader, big himbo energy, sub!yunho, dom!reader, semi-public sex (they’re in a barn), size kink, big dick!yunho, riding, cowgirl, yunho cums fast and a lot, perv!yunho, based off a mia goth scene from the movie x

𝓟rogress 𓄵 editing ˒˒ almost ready to post ⟢ 100%

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❝ through the veil ❞ ┄ lee heeseung⌇📓,🌪️,🥛 you're a popular ghost hunter, traveling from haunted house to house to prove that ghosts actually are real. that's how you come across the most famous haunted mansion in the country, which harbors more secrets than previously thought—and you seem to the middle of all it.

𓈃 ⋆ strangers to ???, past lives au, ghost!heeseung, ghost hunter!reader, haunted house au, ghost au, heeseung is crazy lol, smut, death/themes of death, 1920s au (with some inaccuracies), more tba...

𝓟rogress 𓄵 writing, 1.4k ⟢ 15%

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❝ kiss me, kiss me ❞ ┄ ot7 enhypen⌇💬,☁️ in which you have your first kiss with your boyfriend.

𓈃 ⋆ established relationship, fluff, kissing, skinship, some rebellious nature, and some angst if you squint hard

𝓟rogress 𓄵 writing ⟢ 10%

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❝ first taste ❞ ┄ enhypen hyung line⌇💬,🌪️ part two to bloodstruck ⋆ in which your vampire boyfriend turns you into a vampire.

𓈃 ⋆ established relationship, vampire!enha, turned vampire!reader, biting, blood, death/themes of dying, fluff, kissing, and skinship, and some angst

𝓟rogress 𓄵 writing ⟢ 10%

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❝ cabin fever ❞ ┄ lee minho⌇📓,🌪️,🥛 after an unexpected snowstorm forces you to abandon your vacation plans, you end up snowed in a cabin with your ex-boyfriend, minho. with your fresh breakup and still lingering feelings at the forefront, you both have no choice but to address the elephant in the room.

𓈃 ⋆ exes to lovers, angst, forced proximity, snowed in trope, smut, some fluff, ex bf!minho, multiple unprotected sex scenes, arguing, makeup sex, shower sex, more tba...

𝓟rogress 𓄵 outlined ˒˒ postponed until winter ⟢ 25%

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捧げる? 𝓃𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝑒𝗏𝖾𝗋! 𝒿𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝓃𝗈𝗐, 今すぐ。 見つけ出して! ∿ [ continue on to . . . masterlist , taglist , request ]

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

reminder that I do update the Coming Soon/WIPs section of my pinned post over on @sundrop-writes regularly, but I have just updated it, and here's the few I have posted there now (aka my main WIPs for February 2024)

Dirty Laundry - Dad!Spencer Reid x (Mom)Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Angst (and some Smut). When you and Spencer broke up, he tried to forget about you. He pushed all of those feelings for you down - until he sees your name on a list of potential victims being hunted by a man who kills single mothers.

Untitled Mommy Kink Fic - (Season One) Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Morgan jokes that you are Spencer’s ‘mommy’, and the idea worms into Spencer’s brain. When it slips out of his mouth by accident, you don’t hate it.

[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Weekend

I have a lot of plates spinning right now, and I hope to have a couple of these done within the week 🤞🏽

First up I have the beginning of "The Girlfriend Experience" where reader/Angel has garnered significant success in her career.

Star of the Year Your boss's hand rests on your lower back, the heat of his palm is felt through the deep back slit of your dress. "I never had a doubt. You've been my shining star since day one," he murmurs in your ear as you gaze upon your award, your manicured finger tracing the engraved letters of your title and your name. "'Rising Star' last year, 'Star of the Year' now. How does it feel?" You take a moment to think about it because it's not an off-the-cuff question. When he asks you something, he really wants to know your answer. In the past couple years you've garnered the coveted spot within the escort agency. You've worked your way up the same as everyone else, but there's something about you that keeps your old clients coming back and the new ones intrigued.  You've serviced clients of every rank and status, from businessmen to princes in foreign lands. Even women, though being with them was so easy it rarely ever felt like work.  You've made a name for yourself, and as one of the highest grossing performers, you've earned the option to walk away right now. The money in your bank account is showing more zeroes than you've ever thought possible, and you've created the kind of life for yourself where you'll never have to worry about a thing anymore. An apartment in Paris, a brownstone in NYC, a villa in Milan, a Spanish colonial in LA.. not to mention cars you rarely need to drive because you're always being picked up and dropped off in style. You've met with movie stars, designers, everyone of importance. And you could stop working if you really want to. But you don't want to. Giving your boss a smile, you don't take your eyes from his as his hand travels from your back to your waist, gently gliding his fingers towards your breast. "It feels like I've accomplished everything I've wanted to do.. but that doesn't mean I'm done yet, Mr. Martell." He smiles, his teeth perfect and white. "Please. Call me Oberyn."

(Of course Oberyn owns an escort agency, and of course there's going to be a threesome right after this scene with him and Ellaria)

Also, "Maneater", a mini series about Maxwell Lord who's doing what he can to keep his business afloat, even if it means marrying a woman much older than him. @everybodylovedcontractors I hope you like it!

"Mr. Lord, you have a call on line one," Raquel's voice chirps over the intercom. "Who is it?" Maxwell asks, not wanting to be bothered just then. "Your fiancee, Linda St. James," she replies. "It sounds urgent." "Great," he mutters, dreading this call. He dreads all her calls. He lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Put her through." "Does my Maxi-Muffin miss me?" Linda's sickly sweet voice comes over the line. At sixty-five years old she's one of the richest widows in the country, and almost twice Max's age. "I wanted to tell you I'm still in Dallas, but my flight should arrive just in time for us to have dinner at my place tonight." "Oh Linda my dear, I am positively quivering with anticipation of seeing you again," Max lies through his teeth, lining up a shot on his desktop mini pool table. Linda continues. "I was thinking.. over dinner we could talk about that business loan I want to give you," she says in a sing-song voice.  Damn, the woman knows how to dangle a carrot. And I'm just her pet, her toy, something to show off to her friends. "Nothing would make me happier than to enjoy a fine dinner with the most.. with such a.. with my lovely bride-to-be," he manages to choke out. Ass kissing comes with the territory of business and finance, but his lack of attraction to his fiancee somehow keeps him from exaggerated compliments. "But if my dear Linda wants to discuss financing my future, then I won't stop her." "You know I love nothing more than to help you," her voice drips with sickly sweetness. "See you tonight at the mansion, honey muffin." She makes kissing sounds over the phone before she hangs up. Max hangs up with a groan of disgust. 

And some rom-com Dave, which surprised me, but I think it's really sweet. Featuring Divorce Lawyer!Dave (working on a title) but the first chapter is "Meet Cute" (will also feature Javier Pena, Tim Rockford, and maybe even Ezra..) and because I like getting ahead of myself I'm working out a spinoff rom com with Tim 👀

Dave has been waiting in line with his daughters for only fifteen minutes when the announcement is made that tickets are officially sold out. Alice and Molly look up at him, expecting him to do something, but what exactly can he do? "Look, girls, I'm sorry. We'll have to come back another day." "We wanted to see the exhibit. I wanted to take a selfie with those big neon wiggly things," Molly pouts. "I know, sweetie, but it's just not in the cards today." He ruffles her hair. There's a scent of roses as he feels someone approach the three of them. "Hey, sorry, I heard you wanted to get into the exhibit." Dave looks up and sees you, and has a momentary lapse of thought. "Um.. yes, my daughters are kind of upset that tickets sold out so quick. It's my fault for not purchasing them ahead of time." He smiles sheepishly, wondering what you must think of him. "I can get you in with me," you offer. "I have a membership pass. Kids get in free and I can bring one other person." "You don't have to do that-" "Please. I want to." You take a look at his daughters, who are looking back at you with hope in their pretty little eyes. "You'd be doing me a favor by accepting," you tell Dave. The girls tug on his hands, jumping up and down, begging him to take up your offer until he at last relents. "Okay, okay," he chuckles. "Thank you, Miss..?" You give him your name, offer your hand, which he takes in his own. He repeats it back to you, making sure he's got it right, the taste of your name like a sweet swig of wine in his mouth.

And last but not least, a little stepdad!Frankie x coquette!reader I've been cooking up. Not sure if this will be separate parts yet, or one big ol' hunk of a story, but the working title is "Kitten"

Hearing his footsteps behind you, you smirk and lean against the sink, bent over at the waist. "I think something's wrong with the drain." The sight of you like that makes his pulse quicken. He has to take a deep breath to steady himself before speaking. "What do you mean something's wrong with it?" He clears his throat gruffly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "The water's not going down," you answer, turning around, your t-shirt wet and see-through. Frankie eyes the way it clings to your body, your tits on display, nipples visible, making his mouth water. His composure is nearly lost then and there.  "Um, I'm sure it's just.." he struggles to finish the sentence, any coherent thoughts devolving into pure instinct and desire. A bright smile graces your lips. "Whatever it is, I'm sure you can fix it. I trust you with my pipes." You move past him, lightly brushing against him as you walk to your bedroom. "I've gotta get changed. Can't believe how wet I got!"

I'm working on a couple other things as well, which I may feature next week once I have some of this out of my system.

Tagging some moots who tagged me first and/or seemed interested when I bothered them with my ideas (JK y'all are my cheerleaders)

@itwasntimethatdidit40 @milla-frenchy @mermaidgirl30 @joelalorian @604to647 @inept-the-magnificent @missladym1981

[londondziban]

So...guess who's finally writing again

I decided to start writing a Elmax/Elumax* sequel to my Byler Coffee shop/College AU fic I posted a while back because I love Coffee shop AUs and I couldn't help but return to this little universe I've created

It has Lumax! it has Elmax! It has gay pining and panic! It has party shenanigans! It has background Byler! It has Byers twins! And it has Madwheeler! Honestly, what more could you want?

It's only a WIP right now and as I move steadily into finals season it'll get harder to find time to write. But I hope to work on it consistently for at least an hour each day

I'll probably update with a couple more sneak peeks before it actually gets posted, so look out for that! :)

*Elumax where Max dates Lucas and El while Lucas and El are just platonic!

[bitchesuntitled]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you for the tags @beefrobeefcal @almostempty @ace-turned-confused 🥰❤️😘

I shall share with everyone this thing that has been festering in my brain and Kiki is the reason behind it 🤣

So ya know this guy? ⬇️

You never see stories about Xerox 90s Pedro and we(thank you Bug!) just had to give him a name…..

“Well,” you start, his eyes widening as you slink around the counter, “I was thinking and really it’s just a thought but maybe I could see how the copies are made?���

“Uhm,” Jamie hesitates, scratching the back of his head, “I don’t kn- I-I mean- m-my boss would probably get pretty mad about that.” He stutters out, as you inch closer to him.

“Is he here?”

NPT: @strang3lov3 @endlessthxxghts @noxturnalpascal @pinkypromisepascal and if anyone sees this and feels like joining consider yourself tagged! ❤️

[artficlly]

wip wednesday

it's not wednesday but shhh.

thank you for tagging me @marvelstoriesepic !! so sorry it's taken me so long to get around to doing this. i'm officially done with uni for the year woohoo, i'm free-ish until february so i want to try write a lot. here is a wip i've been working on?? no idea what this is going to be, maybe a one-shot, maybe a shorter series. anyway enjoy, so sorry for the long wait between posting these last few months. much love and btw it's a fantasy apocalyptic au!

i who have known death monsterhunter!bucky x healer!reader

The space where Dregwyn County once occupied had been drenched in a deep, black ink. Any carefully drawn details or delicate lettering was obscured—consumed even. Dregwyn County was a place long forgotten, like many others, just a mere memory lost to the wind. The Bleeding Lands Map was sacred to the Sisters of the Veil, a map of all of history and all that was to come. Massive and weathered, edges fraying, it dominated the chamber room. Looking upon it was like a prayer come to life, a record of life lost since The Blight. Regions were marked with faded names, and where cities had fallen, it was replaced with a lathering of ink, as if one had taken a brush and erased the entire region from existence. The lands the Sisters had once healed were shrinking, drawn back into the grasp of the Bloodworms.

You reached out, finger tracing across the small metal pins pressed into the void which was once Dregwyn County. Each pin was painted black, a record of each sister lost as the region fell. It did not mark the other innocents lost, the families and workers. No, the map could not hold the number of pins needed to represent the loss since the Bloodworm Blight would simply be left as a mountain of metal. The frayed paper turned to ribbons under each prick and pierce. 

Your heart tightened as you gazed at the pins, noting how the map grew smaller each passing year, even within the short years she had called Cloisterwood home. Once vast and thriving, the safe lands were now reduced to small pockets of resistance. The cities had become refuges, safe from the Bloodworms, but there were fewer and fewer of them. And the countryside? The places that had once supported civilisation? They were lost. All lost.

Your gaze swept away from the North, away from the void of dark ink that obscured the borderlands. The Bloodworms pressed in from the west, attacking the small towns and farmers that remained in the red-soiled swamps. The South… well, the South was no better than the North. The Blight rampaged through the plains, thriving in the open where their hosts could make rapid ground, and there were fewer and fewer places for the survivors to hide. No, the one true last fortress of the lands was the East. The Bloodworm Blight was rampant but controllable. Cities offered protection and purpose, and the Sisters of the Veil were always nearby. Colourfully painted pins dotted those Eastern areas, each representing an active sister who was out healing. 

You would soon be one of those colourful pins.

You had completed your training after six years with the Sisterhood of the Veil, or the Faceless as you were often referred to. Healing, Alchemy, even good manners if Sister Niva could get a word in. Six years later, you were ready to be sent out into the world, a world that you had blissfully forgotten. Would the memories of Dregwyn blind you with grief? Or would you grit your teeth, bury those feelings and continue? It would have to be the latter if you had learnt anything; this bleeding world was not one to hesitate in.

The large doors opening echoed through the room, startling you as you backed away a few steps from The Bleeding Lands Map. 

“Sister, it is time.” The Sister’s expression was unreadable beneath her veil, the black lace shrouding her features. Some had even called your Sisterhood wraiths, women who walked the line between life and death—faceless women who stood in the face of evil. 

You nodded, rushing to leave the small confines of the Map Chamber.  The sister at the door, Sister Elara, you could recognise her by her voice alone, grasped your shoulder as you attempted to pass.

“Once you enter, I will not see you again. You will choose a name from the bowl and leave for the place immediately.” Her voice sounded oddly strained, tight and nasally. You tilt your head beneath your own veil. It was unlike the Sister Elara to convey such evident emotion. “It has been an honour, my acolyte. I trust you will do well out there.”

“And it has been my honour to be taught by you.” Your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, a sad smile playing across your obscured lips. Six years with this woman, your mentor, your rock… and yet you had never seen her face. When you closed your eyes, you would only be met with the image of who you thought she could be. Was she brunette or blonde? Did she have dimples when she smiled, crooked teeth? Did her hair curl in the rain, and were her eyes a mismatch of green and blue? 

All you would ever know was her voice, soft-spoken and steady. You could only hope that in your last moments, you could cling to those memories, the two of you tucked away in the stuffy, incense-smoke-filled studies of Cloisterwood, how her delicate hands had guided yours, showing you how to stitch a wound or brew a potion. 

“I who have known death,” The Sister Elara choked out, hand raising to her left shoulder as she cut a motion diagonally downwards, the repeated on her right as she drew out an X across her chest.

“I who have known the end.” You reply, repeating the motion. 

There was a sinking feeling as you stepped into the corridor, blindly walking towards the ascension room. A sinking feeling that Sister Elara already knew you were being sent to your death. A mother's intuition, maybe, a knowing within her soul as her faceless acolyte stepped into the beyond. For all the death you had known, it would be nothing compared to the fate that awaited you in the western swampland stronghold of Redhollow.

[sundrop-writes]

Current WIPS July 2024*

*IMPORTANT NOTE - these fics won't be posted until mid to late August at least (maybe later - the later my moving date is pushed back, the later the post date of these fics is pushed back). I am delaying editing and posting them because editing is the most difficult part for me, but I will be working on writing new fics up until my moving day. And then after moving day, I will take an official two week break to do nothing, after which I will then start editing and posting these fics.

I just finished the Virgin!Stiles fic that I was working on, so I figured I would post this list again if anybody needs a refresher or if people seeing this in tags see this and wanna follow me. I am heavily considering working on an Isaac/Reader/Erica fic next because they are two characters from the show that I feel heavily inspired by. If you want to see a preview of any of these fics that don't already have one, please let me know!!

Also, my requests for Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner are currently open, (please read my rules before requesting), so if you wanna send me requests for reactions or MLTs for those fandoms, I would really fucking love to work on those (and requests for reactions and MLTs will be posted during the hiatus because I don't have to edit them).

Heaven’s Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get seperated when the Prison falls, and both believe the other person to be dead. But you can't let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you're reunited - it's like you never missed a moment apart. (17,100 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.)

Some Kind Of Disaster - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set during The Death Cure. You had every reason to believe Gally was dead, so when a mysterious stranger pulls off his mask and reveals himself to be the one person you had been missing so badly - you are shocked. And then you show him just how badly you had been missing him. (6,800 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

English Blood // American Heartache - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader x Newt (TMR). Established Monogamous Relationship to Polyamory. (Very slight) Emotional Angst and Smut. Set post Death Cure/Safe Haven Era. Newt Lives AU. (Sequel to the above fic.) When you get to the Safe Haven, you believe that you have everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed. So why do you have a nagging feeling that something is missing? Turns out, that 'missing' thing was the addition of your best friend Newt to your bed, which your boyfriend Gally is more than happy to provide. (20,300 words est.)

Trouble Is - Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sex Pollen. Set during The Scorch Trials. Just as the group finds safety outside of the Maze, you are separated off from everyone as the only girl, and not being able to see you slowly drives Thomas insane. Until one day, he's locked in a room with you - but there's nothing suspicious about that, right? (6,900 words est.)

BRAINWASHED - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends/One-Sided Fantasies. Smut/PWP. Panty Stealing. Stiles has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and since you both hit high school, that love has become perverted by hormones. But he can't help it. He also can't seem to help it when he steals a pair of your underwear that were seemingly laid out for him - but he can't get too caught up in the logistics when he has a hand around his cock. (6,900 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

Stupid For You - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sequel to the above fic. Stiles still has your underwear that he stole, and he accidentally drops them in the locker room - in front of the entire lacrosse team. He lies and says that he got them from a hook-up with you, and surprisingly - you cover for him? But only on the condition that you can turn his lie into the truth. (10,200 words est.)

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Best Friends to 'Lovers'. Pure Angst. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1). When Void takes control, you worry about the damage that he's inevitably doing to Stiles's body. So you make a deal with him - if he lets Stiles eat, then you'll feed Void with some of your pain. But it's not cuts or broken bones that he wants from you - it's your tears.

[apolloprophecy]

Achilles and Patroclus Wip 🗡️💕

[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

tysm for the tag @ozarkthedog <3

a snippet from a burning desire, pt 3 (firefighter joel)

-> “This is my girl–”

“Maria?” You interrupt Tommy, and her smile spreads wide.

“Oh my god! Hey you! How long has it been?” She’s laughing as you two embrace each other while the Miller brothers give each other a confused glance.

“Four years I think? How are you?” You grin, separating from her, holding onto her forearms.

“Wow I can’t believe it’s been that long. I’m great! Just dealing with this guy over here,” She juts her chin over to Tommy, and his eyes flicker between you two.

“Sooo you two know each other?” He asks, and you both laugh in unison.

another joel wip that i’ve been deciding / finalizing the details on

-> and fuck, he looked good. he looked good all the time. when he drank his coffee and his brow furrowed as he read the morning paper, when he came home from a long day at work and his eyes were half-lidded as exhaustion was strewn throughout his features, and, hell, he even looked good when he brought his one night flings into the house, giving the lucky woman a look you wish he’d give you.

npt: @punkshort ; @ilovepedro ; @endlessthxxghts ; @joelsgreys ; @javierpena-inatacvest ; @joeloverture

[epic-poutine]

WIP Central✨💅

Here’s some summer WIPS that I completely forgot about/ lost motivation to finish 🫡

The top left one with Lancelot laying down I might finish idk yet 🗿

[drabblesandimagines]

I don't know if you're still taking these, but - any snippet previews for your 'Trust' Clive fic?

Hiiii, lovely anon! Still chipping away at this (and many others, I am terrible for not dedicating myself to one and just jump between dozens... ugh!) But here's a further snippet just for you x First snippet here. -- Trust Clive Rosfield x female reader

Something wet nuzzles at your cheek and a voice, gentle in its commands, echoes around your head.

“Torgal, leave her be. You’ll frighten her.”

 Torgal…?

Your eyes snap open and you sit up with equal ferocity, the wolf who you had been looking at warily from above in your perch is now very much in your face.

“Easy, my lady. Torgal means you no harm.” Clive’s voice comes from your side. You realise you are now on the ground, a stone’s throw away from the fire. It is only when you realise you have sat up with the assistance of your hands that you note your wrists are now unbound.

Your heart thuds and your breath catches in your throat. You should run or crawl or do something, anything than just sit and await your fate, but the wolf is so near and at his master’s command he would surely clamp down on your neck.

“I promise I mean no ill intent towards you. You fainted and fell from the tree. I was quick enough to catch you – do you remember?”

You nod, shakily. You can’t drag your eyes away from the wolf in front of you – the one you are convinced could fit your whole head within his jaw if he so desired. He is not bearing his teeth though, not drooling with bloodlust, but merely tilting his head in a curious manner, his tail brushing back and forth happily along the dirt behind him.

Clive sees you staring and smiles, scratching Torgal behind his ears.

“Torgal can be fierce, yes, but he is also a very loyal, loving companion of mine and he means you no harm. In fact, I think he was even a little worried about you.”

As in demonstration, Torgal slumps back to his tummy before rolling over, tucking his paws in over his chest as he continues to look at you almost lovingly.

“He’s after a belly scratch. You’re just a big puppy, aren’t you, boy?” Clive leans forward, rubbing the beast’s stomach as the wolf squirms happily under his touch. ---

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