#plus wip wednesdays

[thefourchimes]

wip weekend except it’s not weekend anymore but we ignore that part—

heyo, thanks to @hellsfireclub for technically tagging me for this AHSFUIAHSIF but yknow what i mean liv <3

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

wips:

four chimes au (as usual)

revenant slayers (ronance stonathan aouad au)

the misadventures of ruth and rose

stranger weirder au

snippet (from revenant slayers):

“Why did you do that?”

Robin vaguely realized her voice was raspier and rougher than usual, though she knew exactly the reason for it.

She watched Nancy look up from that very reason, the slightly bleeding wound on Robin’s arm, blinking and frowning in confusion. “What?”

Robin bit her lips for a moment, trying to unjumble the words in her head to properly explain it.

But why was she trying to do that? To Nancy “The Priss” Wheeler of all people?

“...why did you defend me like that?” Robin swallowed, having figured out the words, but saying it out loud...it felt weird. “I thought you—you hated me, or something...”

Nancy stared.

And just kept staring.

Robin couldn’t help but wince. Great. Fun. She just had to open her big mouth in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and make this already awkward and tense situation even more awkward and tense—

“I don’t hate you.”

aaaand no pressure tagging @willelfanpage @lovefrom-theother-side @she-wont-miss @sunflowersand-bees @lonesome-witching plus if anyone else wants to go for it, go for it yeye

[swordsandholly]

A little sneak speak into a poly 141 x reader pro wrestling AU I’m working on for WIP Wednesday.

“Hello.” You blink up at the imposing figure above you.

Dark eyes stare down at you from behind his signature mask. A black balaclava with a sewn in skull covering his eyes. An iconic image in modern day wrestling.

The Ghost. Simon Riley. Current Heavyweight Champion. Thirty-one. Six-four and two hundred and fifty-five pounds. Lean.

You try very, very hard to ignore the fact that this massive man standing in front of you is wearing nothing but his wrestling trunks and knee-high boots. It feels so much skimpier in person.

“Och, yer the new announcer, aye?” Another man appears beside him. John MacTavish aka Soap. Another member of the 141 faction.

He’s pretty. The kind of pretty you’d recognize from a mile away. He was always one of your favorites to watch in the indies, when you could, and he continued to be a favorite all the way into the pros. He’s fast, high energy but a heavy hitter at the same time.

Current tag team champions with Gaz. Twenty-seven. Five foot ten, two hundred and twenty pounds and one of the prettiest men on the planet, as per the numerous fan pages dedicated to him and his kilt.

You nod, trying to calm down the rushing in your ears by giving your name and holding out your hand. Hopefully he doesn’t notice the shaking.

“Lovely tae meet ye.” He shakes your hand excitedly, a genuine grin splitting his face. “Donnae mind the big guy - he’s as quiet out of ring as in.”

You snort. So it’s not just the persona.

[jolalibrary]

fanfic front covers

thank you to @moonlitbirdie for the tag! and again to @saradika for sharing this fabulous template because I've had the most fun trying all over again. i did share some last night here, but i remade them (and missed a fair few off)

do me yourself [diy!frankie] complete

bite me nicely [vamp!javi] wip

give me a sign [no outbreak joel] oneshot

i'd look for you [din] oneshot

honey stained hands [outbreak joel] complete

i like the way you [fwb!bestfriend frankie] complete

late night texts [post s3!javi text fic] complete

let us pretend [undercover!javi] wip

with no strings attached [strangers to lovers!frankie] wip

tagging: @goodwithcheese @luxurychristmaspudding @javierpena-inatacvest @fuckyeahdindjarin @secretelephanttattoo

@almostfoxglove @toxicanonymity @flightlessangelwings @covetyou

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag angel baby @guiltyasdave <3 • 18+ under the cut! MDNI!

wip #1 • far too familiar a stranger…feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

a long time ago, logan howlett knew a woman with your face…

i couldn’t not write a ‘worst!logan coming face to face with his tragically dead love interest but from wade’s universe after wade forced her to help them stop the TVA and hating her for bringing up that time in his life until he doesn’t anymore’ fic.

it's crimson because i felt that making whole new mutant reader would be sort of confusing so this fic is in the to the bone universe but it's not the same timeline...if that makes sense lmao

Wade Wilson is the worst neighbor in the entire fucking world. It’s really something you should have known sooner, like ‘the very first day in your new place ending with him breaking in through your window fully suited up after counting the floors wrong and bleeding all over your brand new pottery barn throw rug because he was still a little too concussed to walk’ sooner. Even after that whole fiasco left you with a broken window latch and a beyond fucked non-refundable $80 carpet, you still let yourself entertain his crazy. Just like everyone else whose life Wade crashed into, both physically or metaphorically. And once he's in, you can never really get him back out again. So yeah, maybe this whole thing is your fault. Maybe getting thrown into a barren, dusty void with two somewhat failed X-Men is just all your bad karma manifesting in one huge finger from the universe.

wip #2 • red and yellow kill a fellow! feat. logan howlett & wade wilson

logan doesn’t appreciate you letting wade get one up on him…

finally finally finally getting off my ass and writing logan x reader x wade! i was inspired by this one episode of satc (which is like my favorite show ever bee tee dubs) where charlotte goes out with two guys at the same time and she has sex with one but not the other until one of them catches her with the other guy and they all break it off.

my vision is a little different cause instead of getting mad and leaving when logan finds out reader fucked wade and not him, he figures it's his turn to get even. aka wade in the cuck chair and loving it.

The three of you pass a BMW sitting in a no parking zone, all four windows rolled down as Madonna blasts through the speakers. "So," Wade says, voice breaking the silence for the first time in five minutes. "Who white-washed your guts better?" You nearly trip over your own feet, whipping your head to gape at Wade. "Fucking excuse me?" "You know," Wade shrugs, like it's a perfectly normal thing to ask. The leisurely pace of his stroll not slowing, his hands still stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "Who carved the lyrical railway better?" He just keeps going as you stare at him with a repulsed look on your face. "The number one stud that's stuffin' your muffin? That's takin the ol' bald-headed gnome for a satisfying stroll in the misty forest. Pick one hot stuff, they all mean the same thing." Before you can even answer there's a rough, questioning grunt from your right and your stomach flips. Oh. Logan, he was still here too. Still here and right next to you, listening. Oh yeah. "You fucked?" You still haven't slept with Logan yet. You turn to him face slowly, eyes a hair wide as you take in the sharp raise of his brow. "Um..." "Whoops," Wade snorts from somewhere behind your shoulder. "Cat's out the bag."

wip #3 • it's the easiest thing (just love me and eat me) feat. logan howlett

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

the same requested sub!logan fic from last wednesday just with a new name and weirder energy! like this has really gotten away from me and turned into something that i can't really explain well enough to make it sound like chill...

lots of religious imagery and symbolism...and some metaphors of cannibalism...idk i'm just a girl with religious trauma and a weird blood fetish sue me.

You've come to think that being in bed with Logan is like being in church. The familiar weight of his body pressing you into the mattress is the alter. The heat of it like laying in the burning flame of a candle. The strong planes of his muscles each a different scripture that you take in by touch alone, skating your hands over his skin with something close to worship. Each bead of sweat on his skin feels sacred, a testament to the intensity between you, as though every part of him has been crafted for this moment of devotion. The hard length of his cock carves a place for itself inside you, each heavy smack of his hips punching another desperate sound out of your slack lips. His breath, deep and ragged, is a chant that pulls you into reverence. It puffs against the wild beat of your pulse, his lips brushing over the fever hot plane of your skin. The sound of your name pulled from his mouth sounds like a prayer answered. You can’t help but close your eyes, not in exhaustion, but in a kind of spiritual surrender, like by shutting out the world, you can truly grasp the divinity of it. There's a holiness to the way he holds you—like you’re the only thing worth believing in.

kisses!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing @superhoeva

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week's theme is "baby Kons". Nothing else. All Kons, all babies, all the time.

✨️ b a b i e s ✨️

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple requests are fine, but I’d prefer if you sent them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way, and also easier for people to read through the WIP tag smoothly later.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

love is being stupid together ( chrono | non-chrono )

Clark wakes up alive ( chrono | non-chrono )

Superboys Switch ( chrono | non-chrono )

de-aged Kon and the Lane-Kent family ( chrono | non-chrono )

interdimensional kidnapping via Robin ( chrono | non-chrono )

snippet from “love is being stupid together”:

Superman is being more annoying than he has ever been before, which is saying something. 

“Why are you like this?” Lex asks in exasperation as Superman stares intently at Experiment Thirteen through his office window. Lex didn't open it for him, so he's just floating out there with his nose and hands pressed to the glass. It is extremely irritating. He could just break the damn thing, for fuck’s sake. It’d be less annoying than the smudges he’s leaving. The window washers won’t be here ‘til Thursday, for fuck’s sake. 

Apparently stalking is fine for sanctimonious alien boy scouts, but property damage is a bridge too far.

And Lex does mean stalking. Superman keeps showing up wherever he takes Experiment Thirteen, even when there is absolutely no illusion of a logical reason for him to be there, and isn't even pretending to be showing up for any reason other than checking in on Experiment Thirteen, who he's taken to calling “Kon-El”, of all things. 

He told Lex it was the name of a cousin of his back on Krypton who Experiment Thirteen reminds him of, because it's “strong-willed”. Lex, for the record, did not ask.

[inkymoonbunny]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @verbenaa @kalmiaphlox @busy-baker @xxnashiraxx @bardic-inspo for the past week!

I'm traveling this week so not sure I'm actually going to get to update Branded Blood this Friday... Instead I offer a glimpse of pirate Astarion and a siren Tav in the works:

No pressure tags: @pinkberrytea @roguishcat @khywren @ladyduellist @justabiteofspite @preciouslittlebhaalbae @nyx-knox @bhaalsdeepbat @pickel182 @strawberryspacewitch

[wetcatspellcaster]

wip wednesday!

just bc 'new wip' doesn't mean 'no honest lie' (also hoping to have this ready to update in the next week or so! x)

[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you @milla-frenchy for tagging me! 💓

Currently working on several things at once, but this fic in particular is probably closest to being finished:

Daddy Can Fix It (handyman!Joel x plus size f!Reader

The premise is that Joel is a handyman who helps out all the ladies in the neighborhood with things their husbands don't have time for (which includes off the menu items) in this particular scene the reader doesn't know it yet, she just really enjoys watching Joel mow the lawn *sigh* wouldn't we all

His van appears in your driveway just a minute before eleven. You're impressed with his timeliness. What you don't expect is the gorgeous stranger on your doorstep.

Joel Miller is tall, broad-shouldered, skin bronze from working out in the sun, and his dark brown hair is greying handsomely. If you had to guess his age you'd say fifties. He's in a grey tee shirt and work jeans. What stand out to you the most are his eyes: almost black in color, appraising you as you wait in the doorway, prim and proper housewife, lips parted, eyes wide.

He asks for you by name and you nod, chuckling slightly.

"If you can show me where the lawn mower is I'd be happy to get started," he offers, and the voice you recognize from the phone makes you melt.

You lead him outside to the garage and he takes out the mower, filling it up with some gasoline first. "Is there anything else you need?" you ask politely.

"No ma'am," he looks over his shoulder at you as he pushes the machine to the front yard. "Get inside and get outta this sun. I'll handle it from here," he smiles and it makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl.

From inside you watch him through the window, deftly maneuvering the lawn mower over, trimming the grass to a neat, short length. It's not yet the hottest hour of the day, but you see him sweating, and when he stops a moment to remove his shirt, you suddenly feel your pulse in the deepest part of your cunt. You wonder what it would be like to lick up every drop of sweat off his chest.

Like a slow motion scene from a movie, you watch the motion of his arms, the rippling of his back as he guides the machine over the lawn. Biting your lip you take in the sight of him, the determination on his face redirecting your thoughts to how he would look above you: hot, sweaty, hard, plunging into your drenched pussy.

How long has it been since you've had a man? Wesley prefers his Saturday nights like clockwork. But you want more. Stupidly thinking marriage was the best way to be treated right and fucked properly, you realized it was not the title but the man, and the particular man you chose was lacking in all area which mattered.

You aren't even sure you love him anymore.

But right now, watching Joel is a treat, and fantasizing about him is a little secret you'll harbor for later in the day when you'll inevitably find yourself using the showerhead attachment.

He finishes the front and back yards, and through the blinds you peep him putting his shirt back on, running a hand through his wavy curls before putting the mower away and coming to your door.

You answer it before he knocks. "Thank you!" is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. "Please come in and we can settle payment."

He cleans the bottoms of his boots on the welcome mat before stepping inside your home and following you to the kitchen. "You have a very nice home, ma'am."

"You're too kind," you're modest about his compliment, but it's thrilling to have someone say something nice about the hard work you put into keeping house. "Would you care for some iced tea? I've just made it fresh."

"I won't say no to that," he chuckles lightly, and you're happy to fill a glass with some of the fresh-brewed tea over ice.

Joel leans back against the sink, pouty pink lips pressed to the glass as he tips it back, opening just enough to take a sweet sip. You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, and you wish you could lick a stripe up along his the length of his delicious-looking neck to collect all the sweat that's beaded there.

"Is there anythin' else you need help with today?" he asks, his question carrying a hint of something more.

You blank for a moment, getting lost in the depth of his obsidian eyes, still caught up in your little fantasy. "No.. no, I don't think so." Taking a look around your eyes dart to every corner, taking mental stock of the upstairs rooms as well. "No," you finalize with a smile.

"If you're sure.." he says in that same low tone.

You give him fifty dollars and chat a little while he finishes his drink. 

"If there's nothin' else I'll get goin'. Feel free to call me again if you need somethin' done, or looked at. Ain't nothin' I can't fix," he winks at you on your doorstep and you feel a waterfall in your panties.

no pressure tags to @clawdeewritesfanfic @inept-the-magnificent @604to647 @itwasntimethatdidit40 and anyone else who wants to show what they're working on! 😊

[waitingtobebroken]

So remember my "Grand Duke of Hell Crowley keeps kidnapping Supreme Archangel Aziraphale just so he could take him on dates" fic? (Stockholm's Other Syndrome)

Yeah, so guess who couldn't leave it alone and is currently working on another fic in this universe. This time from the POV of Crowley's unfortunate demonic Personal Assistant, who has been tricked into helping out their boss go on dates with kidnap an archangel.

You guessed it! 🥲 Here is a tiny bit of it,

Eric with a k's instructions had been very clear. Exactly 3 pictures scribbled on one of their forearms as Lord Crowley had told them the plan. First picture - Them picking up flowers from a human flower shop. Kric was wearing a disguise so as to not overwhelm the shopkeeper, even as they towered over their whole building. Second picture - Them in Heaven, passing those flowers to the Supreme Archangel Aziraphale. There was quite a lot of missing information between the first and second picture and they stared at their forearm in confusion. They were pretty sure His Rottenness had told them how to make the transition between Earth and Heaven. Why had they- Oh. Yes, that had been when that pretty usher had made his way into the throne room, hadn't it? That- that explained a lot. Kric was lucky they had even remembered to make a note to whom to give the flowers, actually. No matter, they were going to find it. It was a pub, in the centre of one of the human's major settlements. How many could there be? And finally, the third picture, this more of an artistic rendition of what Lord Crowley had told them to expect than anything - Kric, with 3 of their thumbs facing up, in a way they had been assured would show superiority over the Supreme Archangel, while His Highness' nemesis cried in the corner of his office, clutching the flowers.

[pr3ttynpiink]

wip wednesday

tagged by my beautiful number one @joelmillerisapunk 💗

dad!frankie takes his girls on a beautiful vacation to the maldives 💗

prince!javi finally finds the girl he can't stop thinking about... or does he? 👀

npt: @80ssong @morallyinept @mountainsandmayhem @sunshinehaze1 @nerdieforpedro @sp00kymulderr

[stabbyfoxandrew]

OMG i forgot it was wednesday!! if it's not too late... <3 whatever wip has the least asks? :))

WIP Wednesday (5/8) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 130)

Speaking of that shithead, Andrew had completely forgotten about their deal last night when he was doing all that thinking. But, he supposes that being with Kevin wouldn’t have broken anything, since he’s not a girl. Huh. How nice of Andrew to have built in a loophole without meaning to.

He sighs into his arms.

Even if all those other problems magically went away, there’s one he hadn’t thought of. And it’s that Kevin is depending on Andrew to keep him safe. Letting something serious happen between them would be shattering that promise into a thousand pieces and he knows it.

He hates it, but he knows it.

Well… At least he had something nice to think about last night instead of lying there trying to ignore his family’s dreams and fighting his bloodlust. Oh shit, Andrew groans. Another problem that he’d forgotten. Neil Josten’s stupid ass is presumably still alive and waiting for them back on campus.

Alright, Andrew exhales. He has a new to-do list.

He has to get over Kevin without ever having been under him. 

And… he has to find a way to get used to Josten that doesn’t involve burying a corpse.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Me and You on my Onlyfans

Husband!Joel Miller x F!Plus Size OF Creator Reader mini series

summary: you are a very well-known on the site and your husband is very supportive of your career.

agora hills by doja cat inspired title and series

an: i've been thinking about this idea for a long time and well i started my onlyfans today. so this is going to be a mini-series of one shots with this joel and reader, angel.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader 22-24, joel 50s), sex work, only fans, talk about porn addiction, porn industry, reader is plus size, daddy dom!joel, literally porn, use of sex toys, smut, daddy kink, role playing, pet names (angel, babydoll, kitten), joel isn't dad, married life, people not minding their goddamn business, joel and reader have a cat, lingerie, talk about finances, pink, very fem style, coquette

Snippet:

The pink sheer material hugs your waist and hips, stopping just below where everyone wants to see, to fuck, to taste, and to touch. The white lights angled to the king-size bed, with baby pink silk sheets and stuffed animals on the bed. This is your upcoming video for your subscribers. The big show, your playtime with Joel, your husband, and dom since you met him. You walk to the bed, adjusting the thigh highs as you look over the toys that Joel had picked out and set out for you when you took a shower for the shoot today.

The pink vibrator, clear silicone dildo, lube, and baby pink ribbon. The door creaks open, and you twirl around to see Joel without a shirt on, his chest hair still dark and coarse, his salt and pepper hair slicked back and styled. His blue jeans barely hanging on his hips, and his strides were long and quiet. He's dressed in this playtime clothes and ready to start playing with your body, eager to make you cry out, and show everyone that he owns your mind, body, and soul.

[chess-blackmyre]

WIP Wednesday

Another snippet from "a shame without a sin" as soon I'm moving and getting a new job, so I'd like to get this one finished before I go on a bit of a writing hiatus for awhile.

“You were…” Rachel flips on the lamp on her nightstand. The sudden light makes him blink away sunspots. “Talking. In your sleep.” Oh. Oh no. “Huh.” “You kept saying ‘shut up’. Were you talking to someone?” He manages a shrug. “I don’t remember.” “Was it your father?” “I said I don’t remember.” He grumbles. “Let’s just try to get back to sleep, okay? I’m sorry I woke you up.” A deep, world-weary sigh. “No you’re not.” Rachel asks. “You’ll stay in bed but you won’t sleep, or you’ll start working, or whatever else it is you do, and then you’re spacey and irritable to everyone who isn’t me, the girls or a jury, and all the while you’ll just insist that everything’s fine.” He blinks. “Who says I’m ‘irritable’?” “Saccharine, Spicer, every single one of our coworkers. A handful of judges, the pretzel guy–” “Alright, alright. I get the picture.” He rubs a hand over his face.

Murray, causing problems for his brother on purpose:

I am tagging @elleinmotion @heartofhubris @bisadiemccarthy @flatsuke @about-faces @nitewrighter @nighthaunting @radioactivepeasant or anyone else who would like to participate!

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag angel babies @guiltyasdave & @ovaryacted <3

current wip • ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and other things that go bump in the night!

you and logan have some fun at wade's halloween party...

i wanted to write a cutie halloween themed fic and had one single thought about a couples costume with logan as a wolf and reader as a sheep while brainstorming that spiraled very quickly. it's pure filth and nothing else.

“I look fuckin’ ridiculous,” Logan mutters, deep voice laced with irritation as he messes the wolf ears perched awkwardly on his head. “Can’t believe I let you drag me to this thing.” You don’t turn to face him, but you can still see the frown tugging his lips down in your mind. Logan’s never been one for costumes, but his options were either dress up or stay home while you went out without him. He was dead set on staying at home for most of the day. One look at the frilly white bloomers that came with your costume and he changed his tune. “Quit being such a baby,” you throw over your shoulder, pouring your second cup of whatever Wade mixed together in a mini cauldron. “You look great, babe.” He really shouldn’t complain, his costume is barely a costume. An old flannel with the sleeves ripped off with some mangy jeans. The fake ears and tail were a struggle and a half to get him on board with, but Logan’s all bark and no bite. He was more than willing to roll over and show you his belly after enough begging. Logan scoffs, big hand pawing at your hip to drag you to his side. “You owe me for this,” he rumbles low in your ear, the playful threat sending a shiver down your spine. “You’ll survive,” you tease, a smug grin spreading across your face as you tug playfully on the fake tail clipped to his belt loop. “Unless you wanted to switch?” Logan’s gaze drags over your body shamelessly, all the way from the floppy sheep ears sitting on your head to the lacy white corset and matching bloomers that do little to hide your curves. You don’t miss the way his eyes darken, how he runs his tongue along the sharp point of his canines like he wants to sink his teeth into you. It sends heat coursing through you, warming your insides pleasantly. You start to wish you shelled out for the glue on fangs at the party store.

kisses!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing @elflutter @silverskyeline @eupheme @moonlight-prose @not-neverland06

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

WIP Wednesday

Poor Rolan is sick. :( Amelie makes him soup. :)

Don’t drop the tray. Don’t drop the tray. Don’t drop the tray.

Amelie repeated that sentence in her mind as she very carefully carried a tray with Rolan’s lunch on it---a bowl of her mother’s chicken noodle soup, some fresh bread and butter she picked up from the market earlier in the day, and a smaller bowl of grapes, strawberries, and orange slices. His favorites.

My poor darling has a nasty cold and insists on working through it. Stubborn ass. Hopefully the soup will work its own magic and help him feel better.

She summoned a mage hand to open the door to his study and close it as she entered and walked towards his desk. The wastebasket next to his desk was halfway filled with tissues. An enchanted teapot that Rolan kept continuously filled with hot, fresh tea sat on his desk in a corner.

The man himself was sniffling as he wrote something. I don’t know. Replying to nosey wizards? “You can put the tray down, darling. I’ll eat in a moment.”

Oh, poor grumpy man. He sounds awful.

After placing the tray down, she strode behind his desk and leaned to press a chaste kiss on his head. “How are you feeling?”

“Like rancid milk.” That’s oddly specific. “I—ACHOOOOOOO!”

Amelie practically jumped backwards as he sneezed, bringing a tissue to his nose. “Oh dear. My poor, poor love.”

He sneezed again. “Leave me. I don’t want to get you sick!”

No.

She grinned and moved to sit on the settee next to his desk. “Love.”

“Yes?”

Amelie picked up a slice of orange and held it out for him. “I’m not leaving you, even when you’re quite snotty.” Giggling, she squealed a little when he bit the orange slice from her fingers with a smirk. Oh you naughty man, I love you so much.

“I will have you know, your ladyship,” Rolan teased, taking one of her hands in his. “I am considerably less snotty due to your influence.”

“And here’s hoping that with a little more influence courtesy of Mum’s soup, you’ll be even less snotty.” She brought his hand to her lips and pressed kisses to his knuckles and fingers. I love you. I love you so much. “You’ve always begged me—”

He raised an eyebrow. “I never beg.”

Uh huh.

Okay.

Whatever you say, my love.

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP Last Line

So...I figured I would do two last lines in my WIP Wednesday post. After Chapter one of my "Sard'ika Sessions," I feel I'm going to go for something to ease the people into next week's chapter. Not everything I write is smut, like 80% tops. 👀

This first sample is from a separate WIP that I thought of last night while going through my discord groups Benny Miller chats and pictures. I also may have made a bullet list for it but hadn't written it out yet because I didn't have that spark, the spark has happened and of course there's food. Is it a Nerdie fic if there's not a mention of food? (Sard'ika Sessions doesn't count 😝)

“Yeah I was gonna eat outside. I, I-It’s nice outside.” A weak smile was what she gave him, her stomach was flipping over so she may not be able to eat when her food was ready. ‘Benny’ as he called himself, told her he was going to go place his order and see if hers was ready. With a nod from her, he ran off and spoke to the young lady at the counter.

Maybe I’ll keep it at fluff. We’ll see what Benny would have me do. 😁

And because apparently Holiday season 2023 this year is filthy here's a sneak peek of chapter 2 of "Sard'ika Sessions." Key word: Items

He closed the door and locked it. He could tell. You must have followed his instructions and not only used the items but were wearing them, had them inside of you. The bounty hunter licked his lips inside of his helmet, hungry for the results of your bodily studies.

No pressure tags: @morallyinept @trulybetty @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @laurfilijames @undercoverpena @musings-of-a-rose @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @sp00kymulderr @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @i-own-loki @saturn-rings-writes @fhatbhabie @megamindsecretlair @rhoorl @grogusmum @maggiemayhemnj @avastrasposts @for-a-longlongtime @magpiepills @beabliss @iamasaddie

@perotovar @legendary-pink-dot

I'm a fan of fanfiction and tag the people whose stuff I wanna read. I'm sure the list is likely longer, but my memory isn't so great. Side effect of the smut I think. 🤔

Love Nerdie ❤️