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FANFIC PREVIEW - I Am The Only Thing Inside Of You That You Cannot Control - Coffinshipping

I just really wanted to share a bit from a coffinshipping fic I'm working on right now. Yay for evidence room quickies. I don't have a specific timeline for this, it just kind of Exists.

It's vaguely NSFW but they're still wearing clothes. I need to get back to this fic. Under a cut for length dick mention. This is also mostly unedited.

Strong hands wrapped around both of Peter's wrists, working them around until he could pin them to the wall palms out. The press of their bodies was tight, so much so that Peter swore that they would never be separated again. Even for the clothes keeping them from skin-on-skin contact, Peter felt the warmth radiating off of Mark, setting his blood on fire. It twisted in his veins, leaving him breathless but no less an active participant in the bruising kiss.

A gnarled, depraved desire scratched at his stomach with an intensity that would have worried a smarter man. A man who wasn't so involved with someone he deeply believed he should have hated; once upon a time he did hate. But the simple fact of the matter was that there was nothing even remotely similar to hate in his heart for Mark. 

Could he do wrong? Sure, maybe even of course. Did it put any kind of damper in the way that Peter's stomach filled with soft, delicate wings when he was nearby? Did the need to surpass him, to do better, to be better make him falter in his need for him? Did his sharp tongue and quick temper have any bearing over the hard-on he ground forward, desperately, into the other man's hip?

The answer to all of these questions and more was a big, flashing, resounding no.

[my-dark-lord]

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One ❤️ = One Sentence From Any WIP!

So this has been sitting in my askbox for a bit, I've just been busy and everywhere. BUT I finally got to this! I'll Rust With You is a Polyamorvee fic that I've been writing for comfort. It's sweet and just really domestic about the Vees doing cozy hobbies together.

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Following Valentino into the kitchen as he rolled up the sleeves of his button-up shirt, Vox paused to give Velvette a peck on the cheek.

[archangelmacaron]

Finish Your Fics February

Thank you for the tag @kiichu

Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Ask me about the fanfic WIP you want me to work on.

My mission: Write or edit five sentences for the the Asked-about fic and post them in the answer.

Here are your choices:

Published WIP

Accidents That Aren't (college AU) Unpublished but planning to be published WIP

Post rescue one shot (almost finished, but needs a little more polish)

Unpublished but maybe publishing IDK Horror/different choices AU

Unpublished and not planning to be published unless asked Fic with OCs I wrote to get out of writer's block which worked really well for a while Beach party Alternatively, Bully Encourage me into working on OC

Evelyn & Az part uh...4? idk Holly & D part 5 Rewrite Evelyn & Az progress (will not be shared yet) Rewrite Holly & D progress (will not be shared yet) that new thing you've kinda been toying with but are unsure of actually writing

Thanks if you participate!

[gimme-a-thrust]

Fic Previews - Rock My World

So, tonight I started Rock My World, and Fizz delivers some excellent lines, but this bit of inner monolog he had just really took the cake for me. I love it very much, so I decided to share. Openly Fizzarozzie here, but this bit it's only implied.

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Whenever Fizzarolli said anything about his own lustful thoughts, it was always more subdued. He didn't think that Barbie nor Blitzo knew the meaning of the word 'subtle.'

[gldnstrngs]

a preview of my fic that i desperately need to finish:

“You see, I am betrothed,” Arthur said, making everyone look at him with wide eyes.

Lord Alaric blinked once. And then twice. He didn’t stop blinking after a few seconds. “My lord?” he questioned politely, glancing at the others.

There was a part of Arthur that wanted to laugh at their gobsmacked faces, but that wouldn’t be very kingly of him, so he cleared his throat with an assertive nod. He grabbed Merlin’s hand from his lap, feeling him stiffen slightly. Arthur squeezed it gently, stroking with his thumb. He then placed their interlocked hands on the table, so everyone could see. “I am to marry Lord Merlin.”

It was safe to say that there was a… range of reactions, if you will.

Morgana ended up staring at him and Merlin quietly, her eyes flicking back and forth between them to the point that it was even making Arthur’s eyes hurt. Gwen had let out a high-pitched sound through tight lips, doe eyes wide. Lancelot had promptly spat out his wine. Leon had done the opposite, chugging his wine from his goblet. Elyan solemnly slid over some gold coins to Gwaine, who had been smirking—and, okay, Arthur going to have to have a word with them about betting on their king—and pocketing his earnings. Percival had been teary-eyed, using a handkerchief to dab at his tears. Gaius stared at the couple with an intensely raised eyebrow, while Geoffrey had a hand to his heart in a way that Arthur couldn’t tell was heartfelt or scandalized. And Merlin was gripping onto Arthur’s hand, gaze boring onto the table and ears turning bright red.

update:

so i finally published it heheheh

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Truth spell, insults are lies if you don’t believe them - cursed Merlin, Arthur isn’t actually a dollophead

So it’s only a one shot with few thousand words, but basically Merlin gets cursed with a truth spell by a witch who was frustrated that Emrys hadn’t even told the once and future king that magic isn’t good or bad, it just is. He’s not compelled to say anything, his secrets are his own, but if he tries to lie the truth comes out.

They realise what the curse is when Arthur asks Merlin if he’s okay in his own way of insulting him and Merlin can only compliment him in return,

This is sort of the general vibe of it summed up in a bit of dialogue:

Arthur: Merlin, why the hell would you jump in front of a curse!

Merlin: I wasn't going to let you get hurt.

Arthur: You idiot! You’re not a knight!

Merlin, increasingly more passionately complimenting him as he tries and fails to insult him: Well you're a reckless good man and I care about you too much! I- I mean- you're a great king! You're smart and pretty!

(Arthur’s stood there looking shocked, unable to react, getting slightly flustered at being called pretty. Merlin realises there’s one insult that still works because it’s become a term of endearment for him)

Merlin: Prat! Haha! It works!

Merlin: You're a prat and I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt!

Merlin: Damnit! Why isn’t this working?!

Arthur, realising what’s happening, teasing: Why isn’t what working, Merlin?

Merlin: Calling you a kind hearted, too good, smart and talented golden kingly prat! I give up! *storms off into the woods*

Then there’s a confession, cute Merthur moments, and Arthur gets to learn about magic because Merlin needs to tell him the trr about it before the spell can be broken.

If anyone has any ideas for what I can name this, it’d be greatly appreciated. The titles are always the worst part of fics

[xomakara]

[PREVIEW] No Clue

Full Version is released! → Here!!

SUMMARY |  You're in love with Jaehyun, your best friend, but he has no clue. You have suffered in silence as you have watched him date countless of girls left and right. Graduation is coming up, and you are running out of time to tell him how you feel. Will he finally see that it should have been you all along, or will he break your heart forever? PAIRINGS | Jaehyun x Reader GENRE |  college!student!Jaehyun, college!student!Reader, college au, friends to lovers trope, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, dirty talk, oral sex, (other things that might be added) RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  tbd (halfway there ya'll) TAGLIST | let me know if you'd like to be tagged for when I release this! AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Mama Linda is back and ready to feed you with neo food~ This is a small preview of the beginning of the story since I'm about half-way finished with it. 'Walk' comeback has literally fueled my loins and I've become feral for the neo men. Things might change from the preview and the final release, so please be aware of that! Much love 💚

You sat in the coffee shop, tables away from your best friend as you watched him flirt with that pretty girl he met at the latest NCT frat party. It was another girl this week, but you still hoped. You hoped he would turn and look at you. You hoped that he would see that it should be you.

It was never you.

He laughed at something she said and you sipped your tea. The hot liquid scalded your throat but you barely registered the pain, your eyes on Jaehyun, your heart shattering every single time he smiled at her. He would never smile at you like that. He would never look at you with those soft brown eyes.

And yet you continued to sit in the corner, watching, hoping, praying for something you could never have.

You got up and walked past them, ignoring Jaehyun's questioning glance. Your head was down as you pushed open the door and stepped out into the hot summer air.

The walk back to your apartment was quiet. The heels you wore were a nuisance today, and you kicked them off halfway through the walk, your feet now padding barefoot across the concrete. You could see a group of guys approaching and you sighed, picking up your pace. You didn’t want to have to talk to anyone.

The group stopped and turned towards you, calling out. You could hear their footsteps following and you bit back a curse.

“Y/N, seriously, are you listening to us?” One of the guys, Mark, said.

You slowed your pace and turned, plastering a smile on your face.

Mark stood before you, Taeyong, Johnny and Haechan close behind. You knew them from high school. You had been friends, and you had always found them attractive. But nothing, nothing, compared to how you felt about Jaehyun.

Your eyes drifted to the ground.

“Who made our girl cry?” Taeyong asked, wrapping his arms around you. He could see through your fake smile.

You couldn't help but relax into him and rest your head on his shoulder. He rubbed your back gently.

The others came forward and touched you gently, Mark taking one of your hands, Johnny placing a hand on your head, and Haechan standing beside you and taking your other hand.

You didn’t want to cry anymore.

They held you for a while, silent. They had known for years about how you felt about Jaehyun. You couldn’t count the number of times you had called Taeyong, crying and begging him to come and hold you, the number of times Johnny had taken you for coffee or to the cinema, anything to get you out of your apartment and away from the sight of Jaehyun with someone else. Mark had sat up with you late at night, watching bad romcoms and eating popcorn. Haechan had brought you a new book every single day since the start of university, and you knew that the reason you had done so well was because of him.

They helped you through your worst times. And here they were again.

You finally stepped back, looking up at them and wiping the last of the tears away.

“Another girl this time?” Haechan asked softly.

“The one Yuta introduced him to at the last frat party.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. "I've got all dolled up today thinking that something was different, that maybe today would be the day when he suddenly asked to meet me at the coffee shop alone. But I guess it was to introduce me to whatever her name was."

The boys stayed silent.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Johnny asked quietly.

You shook your head.

"He doesn't need to know. I'm okay." You sighed. "Besides, no matter how much I wear pretty clothes or put on makeup, or wear these stupid heels like always...he never looks my way. He never sees me. I must be ugly or something, I don't know."

"You are beautiful. Any guy would be lucky to have you." Haechan whispered.

"You guys are the best." You smiled and kissed their cheeks.

"Why don't we have a movie night? We can get pizza and snacks and just chill." Johnny smiled, linking his arm with yours.

"Drinks included?" You asked, your heart a little lighter than it had been a few moments ago.

"Of course." Mark laughed.

"And popcorn, lots of it." Taeyong grinned.

You walked with them back to your apartment, smiling and laughing at their jokes, letting yourself relax and forget about Jaehyun, at least for a little while.

Haechan opened your front door, grinning.

"Let's get wasted!" He whooped, making a beeline to the cabinet that you had stored all your drinks.

"Get some glasses." Mark laughed, following the younger boy.

You and Johnny made your way into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. Taeyong came back from the kitchen with plates and napkins, placing them on the table and sitting beside you.

Haechan and Mark carried all the drinks and snacks to the table and sat on the floor, sorting out the snacks.

You smiled, grateful for the four men in front of you. You would have gone mad without them.

The night was going well, you were sat between Taeyong and Johnny on the couch, leaning on Johnny and giggling as the film continued. Haechan was curled up on the other side of the couch, half asleep. Mark had disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a huge bowl of popcorn and settling on the floor next to Haechan.

Your phone buzzed and you frowned, looking down and seeing Jaehyun's name. You groaned and threw the phone to the other side of the couch, turning your attention back to the film.

"Don't you want to see what he wants?" Taeyong asked softly.

"Nope." You popped the 'p' and took another sip of your drink. "He can go fuck himself."

"He's texted you like a hundred times already." Haechan frowned, holding the phone out to you.

"So?"

"Y/N, just look. It could be important."

You groaned and snatched the phone from him, opening the messages and rolling your eyes.

Jae: Are you mad at me?

Jae: Seriously, you can't ignore me forever. Please reply. What the fuck did I do wrong? You are my best friend, talk to me.

Jae: This is not fucking funny. What is wrong with you?

"What's wrong with me?" You looked away from your phone, letting out a frustrated sigh as you passed your phone to Mark.

"You want me to reply?" Mark asked.

"Nope. Just turn off my phone. I don't care how many messages he leaves me." You got up, downing your drink. "I'm going to get more alcohol."

"You are going to regret this in the morning." Johnny called.

"At this point, I don't fucking care. I'm done with this. He wants to date the whole world then that's up to him. Not my fault."

You stumbled into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of vodka and poured a good amount into your cup, and making your way back to the guys. "I'll regret it later, but right now, I'm getting absolutely, fucking trashed."

The movie finished, and you had drunk more than enough alcohol to kill a horse.

You were lying on the couch, the others sitting around you.

"I don't want to be in love anymore. Why can't I stop?" You slurred, your eyes closed as you lay across the couch, your head on Johnny's lap and your feet in Haechan's.

"There will be someone else. Someone better." Johnny stroked your hair, smiling softly.

"I hope so. I really fucking do." You sighed.

You were drunk, you were sad, and you had cried a lot. But you were also tired.

And within minutes, you were asleep.

Jaehyun was worried. He had texted you, and called you. His texts went unanswered, his calls went straight to voicemail, and everyone else that was with you weren't answering his texts.

"What the fuck is going on with everyone tonight?" He muttered, throwing his phone onto his bed and falling onto the pillows.

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling and wondering why you wouldn't talk to him. He had seen you walk out of the cafe, and had wondered why you hadn't waited for him, why you had left so quickly.

He had wanted to ask, but had been distracted by the pretty girl that was sitting in front of him.

He couldn't deny that she was gorgeous and that he liked the way her dress clung to her figure.

But she wasn't you.

Jaehyun sighed and looked at his phone. The girl, Minah, had asked him out, and he had said yes.

She was the most recent in a long line of girls, all of whom had asked him out. He could barely remember their names. They were just something to occupy his time, something to fill the void in his chest when his mind drifted back to you. You, his beautiful best friend, who probably doesn't think of him as anything but a friend.

Jaehyun could imagine holding you, loving you, kissing you until your lips are red and swollen, only pulling away to pepper your skin in small, soft kisses that make you giggle. He wanted to be able to run his fingers through your hair, kiss the top of your head as he pulls you against him. He could see you wrapped up in his arms as the sun comes up, your soft breaths against his skin, your fingertips gently dancing across his body.

He wanted to be with you, wanted you in his life, not these random, forgettable girls. But he didn't know how to tell you, and so he resigned himself to this half-life.

He grabbed his phone and called you again, but still it rang and rang until finally the voicemail picked up. He didn’t bother leaving another message, knowing that you were deliberately not answering.

He knew that he should probably let you be, but the worry was building inside him. He was concerned. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

It was almost 2 am and you still hadn't replied to him.

Jaehyun stood up, his mind made up. He grabbed his keys, jacket, phone, wallet, and made his way out of his apartment to head to yours.

He walked slowly, thinking about you, wondering what had happened today. Had he done something wrong? Why had you left the coffee shop without him?

He reached your apartment, surprised that the lights were still on.

He knocked loudly, waiting impatiently for someone to answer the door.

After a moment, the door opened, and Mark stood in the doorway. "Hey, can't this wait? She's asleep."

"Is she okay?" Jaehyun tried to push past the shorter man, but Mark stopped him.

"Look, man, just go home. She doesn't want to talk to you." Mark sighed.

Jaehyun gave him a look. "Why the fuck not? I'm her best friend."

"Well, you have a fucking shitty way of showing it. Do you even know what you have put her through?" Johnny walked up behind Mark and glared at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun paused. "What are you talking about?"

"You are her best friend and you are so blind that you can't see what is right in front of your eyes." Johnny continued.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Jaehyun furrowed his eyebrows.

"For fucks sake." Johnny sighed. "Go home, Jae. Leave her alone for now."

"Tell her I'll call her tomorrow. I'll be back to check on her." Jaehyun turned and walked away, his head full of confusion.

Mark and Johnny shared a look.

"This is getting out of hand." Mark muttered.

"It'll work out. Let's get back inside. She needs us."

They closed the door and walked back into the living room, the others glancing at them.

"Is he gone?" Haechan asked.

"Yeah, for now. But I don't know how much longer we can keep this up. If he doesn't realize how she feels soon, it will destroy her." Mark sighed.

Taeyong moved from his seat and sat on the floor next to Haechan. "How many girls has he been with now?" He asked.

"I've lost count. There was the girl at the party last week, the one with the green dress. He dated her for two days before he realized that she wasn't going to give him anything other than her time. Then there was that blonde girl, she was nice, lasted a couple of weeks." Mark listed the girls that Jaehyun had brought around and introduced to you.

"How many of those girls did he fuck?" Haechan asked.

"Too many." Mark sighed.

"And she watches them all. She sits and listens to them talk about their dates and the things they've done, and she never says anything. She pretends to be happy for him, pretends that she is okay." Johnny looked over at your sleeping form.

"This needs to end." Haechan frowned. "Can't we just lock them in a room or something? Let them fuck it out or something? Surely it has to happen at some point."

"I'm with him." Taeyong looked at the rest of them.

"That...I guess that would work." Johnny nodded slowly.

"I could knock her out." Mark stood. "Give her something to drink, make it sweet or something... I could pick her up, put her somewhere..."

"No, Mark. No." Taeyong stopped him. "I'm pretty sure drugging her is illegal, even if you are doing it for a good cause. We don't need you getting arrested as well."

"Fine, fine." Mark threw his hands up and flopped down beside Haechan.

"Doesn't have to be drug-free." Haechan suggested.

"Again, Hae, not helping. We need Y/N and Jaehyun conscious if this is to go ahead." Johnny explained patiently.

"Yo, isn't the summer frat party coming up? We could lock them up in the laundry room since the door lock is broken?" Mark asked. “Like that shit won’t unlock from the inside.”

"Who knows what they could do then...no, wait. What if we kept them under a watch, like literally, all the time, until the frat party. At which point, we shove him in with her and she will have nowhere to escape to." Johnny sat up straight, eyes wide, an excited smile on his face.

"Okay. So far we have a plan to trap them at a frat party, and make sure they won't have any outside influences." Taeyong leaned back.

"Any other suggestions before we call this a success?" Johnny asked.

"Don't get caught." Haechan replied, grinning.

"Don't. Get. Caught." The others nodded.

[thisismeracing]

Falling (asleep) | LH44 (patreon)

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* part of the 'falling' universe

― Pairing: stepdad!lewis x single mom!reader ― Warning: mentions of alcohol and food; single!mom reader; she/her pronouns to reader; 1k2 words. ― Summary: You had dinner with a few friends, and Leo loved the fact that Lewis was included - so much so, that he wanted his new favorite pilot to tuck him in bed and read him to sleep.

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Though you tried your best to keep the house tidy, it was one of the hardest jobs in the world when one had a toddler in said house. And you just happened to have a hurricane toddler who loved all things toys and random objects such as your pillows, the remote, a colorful spoon you got during vacation, and so on. That’s partially the reason why the living room was brimming with scattered toys the moment Lewis rang the bell. That and because you wanted to rest the few hours you had free that Saturday considering you were about to receive a few friends and cook them dinner. 

“Hi,” the Brit breathed when you opened the door wearing a simple pair of slacks and a red camisole. You looked stunning in his eyes, especially how your curly hair framed your face free from the pins and gel you used here and there for work.

“Is it Lew?!” Leo screeched from his spot on the carpet and jumped over a few car toys running to the threshold. 

“It’s me, champ, how’s it going?” Lewis crouched down and your toddler circled as much as his little arms could around the Brit’s strong neck.

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You were getting a few more snacks in the kitchen only to be surprised by Leo dozing off in Lewis’ arms when you crossed the threshold to the living room. He looked at you from the couch with a smile on his face, seemingly comfortable with the fact that your kid spent half of the night glued to his side and now was just seconds away from drooling on his shirt. 

“I’m sorry, you whispered, but Lewis just shook his head, and gently ruffled Leo’s curls. You crouched in front of them, shaking your son softly. “Time to go to bed, love.”

“Can Uncle Lew put me to bed?” Leo mumbled, tightening his hold on Lewis' forearm. You felt your face and heart warm, but cold in fear at the same time.

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Oh, Camellia, won't you take me away? - A Hanahaki!Eddie Munson story (sneak peek!)

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson had been a constant during your short time in hawkins, indiana, which made it that much harder when you had to leave. four years and a clinical trial later, you'd thought you'd conquered an otherwise fatal disease. what you weren't expecting, though, was the man that nearly killed you to walk back into your life, threatening to undo all of the progress you'd made towards healing - both physically and emotionally.

cw: hanahaki!au, angst, descriptions of light gore, childhood trauma, sexual themes and content

a/n: here is a snippet from the hanahaki eddie fic that has been bouncing around in my brain over the past week. feedback welcomed!

Water flowed out across the floor in a surge that mimicked crashing ocean waves. You cursed as you scrambled to right the plastic Procona and liquid sloshed awkwardly, lapping at your fingertips. It was a surprising amount from a relatively small bucket. 

“Everything alright out there?” called a gruff voice from the back office. 

You sighed. “Just fine, Bill! Minor spill. Nothing major.”

A muffled grumble could be heard from the owner’s space behind you, but you paid it no mind. It only took a few steps for you to grab the mop and start cleaning up the water all over the workspace floor, and to your relief, it really wasn’t as much as it seemed. 

The nearly four years you’d spent at Indiana Floral Company had seemed to fly by in a blink of an eye. You weren’t expecting an on the spot interview when you’d first stopped into the shop, but the owner Bill had been impressed at your willingness to learn and your natural eye for design and hired you immediately. Probationary, of course. 

So under Bill’s tutelage, your floral design skills blossomed. The basic knowledge of plants you’d brought from years of spending time gardening with your Grandma grew. You went from simply identifying lilies to knowing the difference between Asiatic and Oriental and their best growing seasons. You could identify roses based on subtle color differences and had learned how to take the most tightly closed bud and blow it open with a little humidity, a plastic bag, and very careful preening. And though you didn’t like to brag, you could match corsage ribbon to prom dresses better than anyone in town. 

As time wore on, Bill had shared that years of design had wrecked his body and that it was time to begin passing the torch. Since Indiana Floral Company was one of the top floral design studios in town, the responsibility embedded in passing said torch was sobering. But after a year and a half of earning your stripes, you landed a head designer role and began training to take over the small family business.

Humming a nondescript tune, you refilled the earlier bucket with water and flower food before chopping the ends off of a bunch of de-thorned roses with the guillotine-like stem cutter. A clunk thrummed out when you dropped the two dozen stems into the water. Each blossom peered at you with a center like a curled eye — delicate sandy cream — perfect for the event you were designing later this weekend. 

A ring of the bells on the front door broke your focus. You wiped your hands on the rag shoved haphazardly into your apron and turned at the sudden sound of Bill’s voice. 

“The 1:30 initial wedding consult must be early. You mind taking this one, kid?” His head peeked around the office door. “I started the file – it’s on the cash wrap.” He looked tired; the man should have retired two years ago. 

With a slight smile, you nodded. “Got it.”

It was impossible to see who had entered due to the amount of plants, gift items, and displays you’d designed around the small space (“customers shop with their eyes first, kid; you gotta draw them in before you let them see the price tag” Bill had said). But as soon as you rounded the front display, your stomach dropped clear out of your body and onto the floor. 

Maybe it was the habitual need to weave around the labyrinth of flora and gifts that had lowered your defenses. Or perhaps it was the fact that this was a typical boring Wednesday afternoon in April. Hell, it could have been the questionable sandwich you had for lunch that you found at the back of the minifridge. 

But one thing was clear: you hadn’t expected to see Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham hand in hand looking around at the array of merchandise you’d set out in preparation for Mother’s Day. 

“Hi!” A saccharine voice matched the sickeningly sweet smile on the strawberry blonde in front of you. “We’re here for a wedding consultation at 1:30. Sorry we’re a bit early — we didn’t want to be late!”

Time stood still. Or maybe that was just you — frozen as you stared the couple down with a look of surprise plastered across your features. You didn’t think you could move (or even speak, for that matter).

However, for the first time in almost four years, you felt your chest tighten and a sharp prickling sensation snake up your windpipe. You licked your dry lips (hadn’t you just put on chapstick?) and attempted to swallow with no success. Instead, your throat constricted, and there it was: an involuntary, yet ever so familiar metallic cough.

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tagging some moots that might be interested: @chickpeadumpsterfire @voyeurmunson @joshlmbrt @mediocredreams @littlexdeaths @anamelessfool

[everybody-scream-fxck]

FANFIC PREVIEW - Smile For The Camera But Don't Flash Your Teeth 1 - Coffinshipping

So this was originally for a fic fest in a writing server I'm in but I wasn't going to be able to make the maximum word count limit work (I was going way over) so I decided to swap it from the event with another fic. This one is a lot of fun and I really am having a blast with it.

This is from chapter two, just a silly little bit with Strahm being a puppy. This has had its first edit but is still what I would consider raw.

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“I know, but you're gracious like that.” With that, her hand dropped off of his head, “Get on in there. I know you have work to do.”

And work he did. As soon as the door was closed behind him, he started with the side of the office he had claimed as his from the start. Rubbing across the carpet and his chair alike, he probably looked a sight and a half; nobody would believe that this was his first order of business in this office. This was the kind of thing that people put up on YouTube about their werewolf counterparts, but there was nobody here to record him. Once he'd finished with his side of the office, though, he found himself gazing at Mark's with a scrutinizing, frustrated eye. The floor's scent was still off, and he didn't like the chemical aroma of the glue.

When Lindsey arrived with the smorgasbord she'd ordered for Peter's lunch, he was neck down on the floor, scooting across it comically. She stood in the doorway for a moment with her hands full of fast food bags, one eyebrow raised. The second the pressure changed in the room, he looked up and she swore he paled visibly in front of her despite the fur.

“The smell?” 

“The smell.”

[my-dark-lord]

Fanfic preview: Vox ❤️

One ❤️ = One Sentence From Any WIP!

Okay, this one is from one I need to edit! It's VoxVal, and called Where I Lay My Head!

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It would be a simple undress and lay down kind of night, apparently; he may not even fold his clothes.

[archangelmacaron]

Scar?

This is so funny but I can't find "scar" on mobile because I have a ton of "Oscar" 😂😂😂😂

I guess I need to add something... 😈

[gimme-a-thrust]

FANFIC PREVIEWS: Somebody's Coming And We're Dead If We're Found (Don't Make A Sound)

So, I'm working on a Prefall smut fic with Mammon/Ozzie, and I really can't help wanting to share some of it.

CW: NSFW, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse Dynamics, Alpha!Mammon, Breeder Beta!Ozzie, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Copious Amounts Of Cum

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Deciding instead to pull back to the head and slam down hard and fast, he hit the spot for both of them and they screamed together as they came. Something thick popped inside of him, locking them together, but Mammon didn't have the head to question it right now. Dazed and floaty, he couldn't even open his eyes as Ozzie leaned down to kiss him, spreading the taste of their precum and slick between them. 

"Fu-fucking good, Mams..." He murmured against his mouth, rolling his hips a few times to keep milking him out.

"Y-yeah-- Ozz?"

"Yeah?"

"I... Can't get out."

Ozzie sat up a little finally, showing off the thick knot at the base of his own dick. Mammon was a damn mess, and he didn't even care.

"You uh... Feels like you got one of these. I've decided to call them knots. Lu said I can name this stuff since it seems to be mine."

"Knots, huh? What's it do?"

"Holds us together for a while... Gives you time to try and pup me."

"P-pup?" Did Ozzie want his pups?

[smashing-teacups]

Wee Preview: A Breath of Snow and Christmas Chapter 3

A/N: I mean... it's been a hot minute since I'd written a proper sex scene for these two, so I thought maybe I'd ease into it, you know, keep it on the Mature side, not Explicit...

*snort laugh* Yeah, have you met Jamie and Claire? That lasted about fifteen seconds.

Look for this chapter to drop mid-December!

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A loud, trilling notification from Claire’s phone made us both startle back with a jolt, each turning in opposite directions to laugh. Cheeks flaming, I wet my lips and scrubbed a hand over my face as she looked down at the message that had broken the moment.

“No Drivers Available,” she read aloud in an irritated monotone. “We’re very sorry, but no drivers were available for your scheduled ride. Please try requesting another car.”

“Ah.”

“Let me try Lyft—” she said at the same moment I offered, “You could just stay here—”

Her eyes snapped up to mine.

Swallowing thickly, I amended, “I can sleep on the couch, of course. I dinna mind at all.”

Something shifted in her irises as I watched. Little by little, the black of her pupils began to bleed outward into pools of molten gold. I could only stare, transfixed, as desire smoldered in her gaze; as my body responded in kind, aching and stretching and throbbing in my cock, searing my lungs until I could scarcely breathe.

“What if I mind?” she whispered as her eyes drifted to the open button on my shirt. Her fingertips lifted to brush the skin bared there, her pinky just skimming the edge of the button beneath. The touch was a question, plain as the one she’d spoken aloud. 

This time, there was no hesitation before I crushed her against me and kissed her mouth open like a man starved.

Every inch of Claire Beauchamp was meant to be worshipped: the long white column of her neck, the down-soft earlobes, the dimple in her chin, the curve of jaw and collarbone and sternum and God, God, her breasts… 

I couldn’t devour her fast enough. 

Whenever I’d fantasized about our first time together, I’d always pictured a slow, deliberate exploration of her body, taking the opportunity to savor every inch of her. Never in my wildest dreams had I pictured her as fevered like this, frantic — scrambling to get my clothes off, gripping the roots of my hair, her tongue dueling hot and urgent with mine. 

Claire didn’t have any interest in me being gentle with her. 

[dragonpyre]

Never done a fic preview before but HERE I GO. Fic in question being this one where Jason, upon being resurrected, believes himself to be a clone of the real Jason Todd (btw, totally @oifaaa's fault)

“I, uh.” Jason swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, heart beating wildly under his breastbone. Why did this have to be so hard? He’d never even met this man! Just had memories from a dead boy. He didn’t want to say what came next. He didn’t want to ruin that one glimmer of elatement that had blossomed in the man before him. But it wasn’t fair not to. To let him believe what stood before him was what he’d lost when it wasn’t. Jason was nothing more than a gross mockery of this family's grief. And they didn’t deserve that. Swallowing again, he forced the condemning words out his mouth. “I think someone stole his body,” he choked out. “And they used it to make a clone.” Alfred’s face had gone white as a sheet. “And how would you know this?” “Because I’m that clone.”

[thedaselcor]

Arthur woke to Merlin thrashing, convulsing through some sort of night terror. He held Merlin close, and tried to keep him from injuring himself through the spasms, but he was entirely uncertain whether that was even the right thing to do.

He noticed, as the minutes went on, that Merlin had been getting increasingly warmer. With growing terror he realized that Merlin was incredibly hot, burning up as if the dreams themselves were causing some sort of incredible magical fever. Arthur couldn't remember the last time he’d felt so powerless. It was a relief then, if a surprise, when Morgana knocked on their door and entered as soon as Arthur was able to stammer some sort of assent.

Morgana walked in, with a confidence and certainty of action Arthur couldn't remember ever seeing in her before. The room seemed to drop in temperature as she crossed in, and, in moments, she brought a hand to Merlin’s chest and one to his face. Arthur could feel the cold radiating off her. Merlin’s temperature crashed drastically as he woke with a start to the cold shock that rippled through from the point of Morgana's contact, and he breathed in sharp and deep like a man just saved from drowning.

“More like the pyre…” Morgana said, responding to the thought Arthur had never voiced.

Merlin panted as he assessed the situation, assessed the room around him, came back to reality, blue eyes betraying an equal measure of absolute understanding and complete bafflement that Arthur could only hope would be promptly explained