#this counts as a wip Wednesday

[in-my-loki-feels]

🧡 Lokius

A couple of people expressed their hopes of Mobius and Loki getting to take their time together following the events of my latest fic, and I saw an opportunity to fill this prompt while working out what that might look like. This takes place just after they solve Loki's timeslipping. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

(Going to also count this as my WIP Wednesday since this will hopefully become something longer, so thank you for the tags: @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @elodiah, @lokimobius, @thosegayoldmen)

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

As tempted as Mobius was by the hesitantly hopeful look Loki sent over his shoulder as he was ushered into Mobius' bathroom, Mobius thought it’d be better for them both to have some space and a moment to calm down. Mobius, from almost having his skin peeled off, and Loki, from whatever hell he'd been through timeslipping uncontrollably before being ripped back into the TVA. 

That’s what he told himself and it sounded like a good idea, up until Loki came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. 

“Dressing seemed pointless,” Loki said, leaning against the doorframe with a hand on his hip. 

There was a lot of skin on display, skin Mobius had seen before, but it felt different now after having almost lost him. Mobius got to his feet and approached slowly, shaking his head at the way Loki’s smirk grew the closer he got. 

“Mobius,” Loki said, low and inviting. He leaned in once Mobius reached him, but the artificially clean smell coming off his skin only reminded Mobius of how he was still drenched in sweat from his journey down the gangway. He turned his head so Loki’s kiss landed on the side of his mouth.  

“Don’t I deserve a chance to freshen up?” he asked with a rueful smile. 

“You could’ve had that with me,” Loki pointed out. 

They were almost pressed chest-to-chest in the narrow doorway and Mobius was only so strong. When Loki leaned in a second time, Mobius tilted his face up to meet him halfway; he felt a smug smile teasing Loki’s lips.

Loki’s hair was still wet and droplets of water sprinkled onto Mobius’ lapels when Loki tilted his head. It was their first kiss since they’d parted in the Void, and it was tempting to give in and let Loki guide them over to the bed, but... Mobius put a hand on Loki’s chest—and had to take a moment to press more firmly, to drink in this skin-on-skin contact—before he gently pushed Loki back.

“You can wait a few more minutes,” he said, and squeezed by to get into the bathroom. Loki was pouting as Mobius closed the door, but he didn’t break in, not even after Mobius turned on the water and stripped. 

Mobius washed quickly. Even if he was trying to contain himself, he was as eager as Loki was. He decided Loki had the right idea about clothes and so when Mobius opened the bathroom door, he was also only wearing a towel. 

Loki was sitting on the bed, still in his towel. As Mobius approached, Loki reached out to catch his hands, pulling Mobius to stand between his knees. 

“Hey,” Mobius said quietly, feeling a giddy smile slide into place. He had a vivid flash of when he’d said that to Loki just before their second kiss. Judging by Loki’s smile, he remembered it, too. Loki tugged on Mobius’ hands to get him to bend enough for their mouths to meet.

In the wake of confronting Ravonna, the timeline branching uncontrollably, and Loki’s timeslipping, their time in the Void almost felt like a dream. Now, every kiss, each more perfect than the last, brought those memories into sharper clarity. Mobius’ mind was filled with everything they’d done and even more that he wanted to do, but he fought the urgency rising within him. 

Loki wasn’t as composed. He shifted his grip to Mobius' hips as their kiss deepened and that was the only warning Mobius had before he was pulled down and rolled onto the mattress. Loki scrambled after him, draping himself across Mobius as he sought out Mobius’ lips again, this time with a little more desperation. Mobius cupped Loki's face, indulging in how good it felt as their tongues slid together, before he pushed Loki back. 

“Hey, slow down for a second, okay?” He could hear he was hoarse and cleared his throat.

Loki’s gaze hung on Mobius’ mouth for a second before he dragged it up to meet Mobius’ eyes. His hands paused in their roaming but Mobius could feel them trembling, either from Loki having to restrain his eagerness or something else. 

“You know I have to say it, right?” When Loki tilted his head, puzzled, Mobius grinned. “I was right. You made it back.”

He watched a shine wash over Loki’s eyes as his hands tightened briefly. Mobius brushed his thumbs over Loki’s cheeks in soothing strokes. 

“It’s just you and me right now. No one's here to rush us.” The words called to mind the last time they’d been in bed together. He knew Loki was thinking of it, too, because his brow furrowed. They probably needed to talk about what had happened at some point, but Mobius had bigger priorities right now. “I wanna take our time. Does that sound good?” 

The frown lines faded immediately as Loki gave him a watery-eyed smile. 

“Yes, of course. I want that, too,” he said, ducking to give him a quick peck on the lips. Mobius chuckled.  

“Okay, but you can still lead since I’m kinda new to this.”

He flushed as he admitted it, but the words brought a smile to Loki's face. The expression was one part delight, one part wickedness, both of which made Mobius’ heart leap, but Loki didn’t pounce. He carefully dipped his head to press his mouth to Mobius’, relaxing his hold on Mobius as he kissed him gently.

This is what they'd wanted from that encounter in the Void, what President Loki had been too impatient to bear, or more likely too annoyed about because it left him out. Slow, lazy kisses that let them savor every second. Mobius’ heart beat faster with anticipation of what was to come, but for now, he allowed himself to enjoy this.

[rochenn]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Thank you @purple-ant for the tag <3

For writing: Here's another snippet from Gone with the Light, this time a little glimpse of Cody talking to Rex over the comms :D

“Actually, there’s one thing. I think General Skywalker scraped up your boss from somewhere.”

Cody closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “You think?” he asked as calmly as he could.

“Inferred it from context in his last status call. What, aren’t you happy?”

“Oh, of course, old boy. Always happy to hear about my CO being scraped from places,” Cody ground out at Rex’s teasing tone. The feeling that the General had more than a little to do with this farce intensified. “Anything else?”

For art: Merman Cody!! because I didn't take enough advantage of mermay last year </3

no pressure tags: @stagbeetleboy @prahacat @kote-wan @phi-guy @catboydogma @charmwasjess @razzbberry this game has been making mad rounds lately so sorry if you guys got tagged too many times xoxo (consider it a boop)

[jtl-fics]

10/2/24 WIP Wednesday

It is once again WIP Wednesday!

Fluent Freshman drafts continue to go pretty well once I got over my mental block of trying to figure out the optimal pathing through the Bronx Zoo.

Everything is up for grabs, just with the same limits as before. I just ask that people only send one request per ask and don't do doubles of the same WIP.

Fluent Freshman FD Chapter 47 (3/5) & Chapter 48 (0/5)

Math Nerd - (12/10) - Done

New Kings - (11/10) - DONE

Foxhole Bake - (3/5)

Smalls - (11/10) - DONE

TBD - (16/15) - DONE

Four Horsemen - (6/10)

As Always I want to thank everyone who sends in asks, it really makes my day / week seeing people be excited to tune in for these :)

[djarins-cyare]

WIP: Last Sentence

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for tagging me @burntheedges! You’ve seen this already, but I’m gonna share it with everyone. It’s spicy, so under the cut…

(Yes the paragraph starts with an ellipsis; it’s rather the pinnacle moment so I reserve the right to get carefree with the punctuation 😝)

…and he recalls your words in the cantina earlier as he asserts, “I fight well…” There’s a hiss, and then — holy stars — the tickle of his breath against your ear as his unmodulated voice growls, “…and I fuck well.”

Yep, I’m finally writing some smut! Din is a dab hand at the dirty talk in this one.

Hoo boy, 39 people to tag! Okay, in typically autistic fashion, I’m gonna scroll through my activity and tag my last 39 interactions with any mutuals who write (and aren’t already on Kate’s list) and then make them into nice little alphabetical groups of 5. Don’t judge me.

No pressure y’all ❤️:

@abbonation @alltheglitterandtheroar @alltheotps @auntie-venom @bearsbeetsbeskar

@beskarinhyperspace @burningfieldof-clover @ceapa-mica @cherubispunk @chiriwritesstuff 

@classaysstuff @corazondebeskar @decembermidnight @desert-fern @djarinmuse

@djarins-wife @draculasfavoritewife @drewharrisonwriter @for-a-longlongtime @frickatives

@genetics4life @iamsherlocked-1998 @ilovepedro @imperatorkhaleesi @iron-strangers

@magpiepills @mandobogwitch @nerdieforpedro @papurgaatika @pascalpasta1

@penvisions @quicksilvermad @saradika @starstruckunknown-princess @syd-djarin

@toomanytookas @wannab-urs @whxtedreams @wrathkitty

[kiwiana-writes]

WIP Wednesday

If you noticed that the fic tag is new and therefore this is another fucking new WIP, shut up no you didn't.

Back on my bullshit making tumblr posts FirstPrince. Hopefully by making it a 5+1 it won't spin as out of control as the last time I did that. TBD lol.

Henry has, for as long as he can remember, utterly and completely lost his ability to function around obscenely beautiful men. (“You do understand that by any reasonable measure you yourself are one of these ‘obscenely beautiful men’, don’t you, Hazza?” Pez had said when Henry had been despairing this particular trait of his. “I’d like to think the revolving door of eager gentleman callers in and out of our flat would have clued you in, if nothing else.” “That may well be,” Henry had replied firmly, because while his list of neuroses is both long and complex, none of them are related to his own attractiveness, “but as I have no desire to have sex with myself—beyond the obvious—I fail to see how that’s relevant.”  “You wouldn’t fuck your clone?” This had, apparently, been a position Pez could not allow to stand, and the conversation had devolved fairly quickly from there.) The point is, Henry knows who and what he is. So when he rushes through from the back room at the chime of the bell over the door just in time to bear witness to the most attractive man he has ever been within twenty feet of pulling his hat off his head and shaking out his curls as though he’s in some sort of Herbal Essences commercial, and promptly drops an entire tray of brownies onto the floor, it’s not exactly surprising. It is, however, deeply inconvenient.

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tagging @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @blairwaldcrf @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @firenati0n @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @lizzie-bennetdarcy @myheartalivewrites @notspecialbabe @orchidscript @rmd-writes @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @stereopticons @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

(Also! If you have one of these cute Christmas trees and you haven't tagged me, please do so so I can drop you a message! ❤️)

[campbyler]

happy miwip wednesday! please enjoy (or don’t, but we really hope you will) a preview of the first mike pov chapter in acswy + join us on the 7th to read it in full! 😎

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, 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 play!

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 or gift 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. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

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

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

sugar baby Kon

the wet nurse omegaverse

omegaverse nursing

a pocket full of Kons

YJ accidental baby acquisition

snippet from "sugar baby Kon":

"It's a pretty sweet gig, considering," Superboy says, and grins brightly at him. It's a very nice grin. Normally being faced with that particular grin would make Tim need to beat down the highly unprofessional urge to kiss it.

Right now, though, he's a little bit more concerned with the fact that his teammate is just . . . living in and working for a fucking lab. As a matter of course. Just as a thing.

And Superman of all people thinks that's . . . fine, for some reason? Like, normal and ethical and okay? Somehow? In some way?

What the actual fuck, Tim thinks to himself.

"You said Superman told you to keep an eye on things?" he asks.

"Yeah," Superboy says, his grin widening. "He took me to his fortress and asked me to do it there. Showed me around a bit, too."

"That sounds really interesting," Tim says, wondering in vague disbelief if that means Superman had never taken Superboy to the Fortress of Solitude before. He must've, right? And just . . . inexplicably not shown Superboy around then.

Yeah. Sure.

"It was awesome!" Superboy says with more enthusiasm than Tim's seen from him since they met Nina Dowd's . . . endowments, seemingly forgetting the need to be "cool" for long enough to lean forward in his seat and outright beam at him. Tim is gonna need a minute to recover from the sight of that expression, probably. "It's seriously freaking freezing up there, but there's so much cool shit in the place. Like, from all over the universe, but from Krypton, even! The only thing I'd ever seen from Krypton before was kryptonite!"

Tim considers moving up his supervillain timeline after all. Like. Just possibly. Just a little.

Maybe he can convince Bruce to take an early retirement off-planet and just go from there.

What the hell is wrong with Superman?

[gilgamish]

WIP Whenever

tagged by none other than @dirty-bosmer and @tallmatcha -- thank you friends <3

tagging in return: @kookaburra1701 and @saltymaplesyrup >:)

--

From Kaidan:

"The farm happened. It was a small estate outside Leyawiin, we were raiding it for supplies but everyone just got out of control."

[onthewaytosomewhere]

well it's still wednesday by me ... and happy emmy nom day - yay!!

so in honor of that i have a lil bit to post here from my @ficwip dark & cozy that i need to move my arse on and get done!! lolz

thanks bunches for the tags today @caterpills @cha-melodius @thedramasummer @blueeyedgrlwrites

@softboynick @tailsbeth-writes @sheepywritesfics & @porcelainmortal - i'm excited to see what y'all posted today 💚💚

Alex doesn’t see Henry or Liam for a couple of days, but he’s got busier nights and a few things he’s taking care of for Pez to keep him busy. In fact, those things he’s doing for Pez bring him to see both of them. He’s at Pez’s club with another assortment of files for him, a few things that just need to be delivered, and a couple that require his signature when he sees Liam. Liam with his tongue down Pez’s throat, actually. He clears his throat and Liam and Pez slowly part. Pez smiles at him. “Alexander, babes, I didn’t realize you were coming by today. I hear you know Liam,” he says, gesturing toward Liam, standing next to him, an arm still around him. “I do, didn’t realize you also did.” Alex turns to Liam, asking, “Is this?” as Henry comes from the hallway that houses Pez’s office at the club. “Liam, I found what we need, so we can—” Henry cuts himself off as he sees Alex. “Oh, Alex, hello.” “Hello, Henry, how are you?” “I’m … you know what, never mind, how about we take care of the elephant in the room before it decides to trample us all. Shall we?”

so OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO HASN'T AND STILL WANTS TO POST SOMETHING - as it's almost 11 here i'm gonna not throw any additional tags out but i still luv y'all

ok i'm off to read what everyone posted today

[apomaro-mellow]

I literally just wrote this and it's still WIP Wednesday so enjoy. From my mafia a/b/o au

“You bring every guy you fuck here?”

“Only the pretty ones”, Eddie grinned.

Steve let out a sound that could only be described as a soft growl and he felt a shiver go through him. He’d never heard an omega do anything but purr or chirp, maybe the occasional hiss. Then Steve grabbed him by the back of the head and kept him from moving away. The message was clear now as it had been back at the club when that random person started putting the moves on Eddie.

He belonged to Steve now.

[pfhwrittes]

have some chunks of the brain soup that are either brilliant or dreadful, i haven't decided.

(blanket warning because a fair few of these were intended to be heading in a smutty direction)

various pairings, various thoughts in varying levels of completion. i'm setting them free so i don't have to think about them again.

content warnings: owner!kyle garrick (puppy play), submissive!johnny mactavish (chastity devices and anal play), streetwalker!reader/lawyer!nikolai au.

kyle garrick x female!reader - sex tape

kyle when he beams at you is devastatingly handsome, doubly so when his eyes light up with excitement.

“are you sure?” his hands still, no longer easing the strap of your bra over the curve of your shoulder.

you nod and he leans forward to catch your lips in a gentle kiss before dropping back so he can watch your expression with those beautiful brown eyes of his.

“babe we don’t have to, i know i’ve said it’s something i want -“ you lean forward and place a brief kiss on his cheek to interrupt him.

“no, i do want to. i do. just…” you trail off and kyle rubs reassuring circles into your skin to encourage you to finish your thought. “… maybe not right now?” you cringe a little at how unsure you sound.

“of course babe. just let me know when you’re ready, yeah?”

kyle kisses you again, lips soft and teasing, and you relax into his touch.

kyle garrick x transmasc!reader - pup play

“good boy, you’re such a good boy.” kyle coos as his boyfriend whines gently. “oh i know, you’re such a good puppy for me, aren’t you?” 

kyle rubs a slick thumb over his pup’s cock. “such a sensitive boy, aren’t you?” 

“look at you, sitting so pretty for me. good boy.”

submissive!john mactavish x reader

johnny whines a high pitched and broken sound as you nudge the plug in his arse, fumbling slightly as your thumb slips on the excess of lube. you soothe him gently, stroking his thigh with a quiet shushing noise to remind him to be good for you. 

you lean back to drink in the sight of johnny laying on his back on the sheets of your shared bed. johnny’s arm is thrown desperately over his face, the other hand fisted in the sheets at his hip. 

“how’re you feeling handsome?”

streetwalker!reader x lawyer!nikolai (ft. police!141)

so streetwalker!reader gets dragged in to the police during a bust on prostitution/solicitation and they're doing what you should always do with the police - shut the fuck up and wait for your counsel to arrive.

gaz tries charming them, goes the "friendly faced rookie" route. price tries the "father figure because he assumes all sex workers have daddy issues" route. ghost does the "we're throwing the book at you, confess your crimes scumbag" route. and soap isn't present because he's undercover and the 141 don't want to play their hand that it was soap who grassed.

nik swishes in, rings upon rings on his fingers, niiiiice expensive suit, slicked back hair and his accent. he's the reader's counsel. gets 'em outta there quicker than you can say police brutality.

[jtl-fics]

8/7/24 WIP Wednesday

Hello All!!

It is....Wednesday!

Still having limits for now but I did up the TBD limit this week since it still seems to be a favorite.

Please just send ONE ASK :)

Fluent Freshman (FD) - Chapter 31 (2/5) & Chapter 32 (0/5)

Math Nerd AU - (10/10) - DONE

Smalls AU - (10/10) - DONE

Surely (4/10)

TBD (15/15) - DONE

Thank you guys as always for being excited for these stories, it really does make me happy!!

[rriavian]

Close Enough

“Are you the tooth fairy?” The little girl asks, her eyes wide.

AKA: The Corinthian finds himself embroiled in a case of mistaken identity and Dream of the Endless can’t stop smirking about it.

(Honestly don't know if this has been done before. I wrote this at 1am while incredibly tired so blame sleep deprivation on why this is probably the silliest thing I’ve ever written for these two.)

(Edit: Should probably add the ao3 link to this here.)

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“Are you the tooth fairy?” The little girl asks, her eyes wide.

There is only one reason the Corinthian doesn’t kill her immediately.

And it’s currently stood smirking beside him.

Dream of the Endless, the Prince of Stories—lips currently twitching upwards in delight, solemn demeanour almost failing him—looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

The Corinthian wants to wipe that smug expression right off his face.

Except he can’t, won’t, because while the delightful treat of inspiring Dream’s disapproval usually spurs him on rather than holds him back, there’s something the Corinthian wants first. He’s currently trying to get his reticent king to end the incredibly insulting period of probation he’s inflicted upon him. To do so he needs to impress rather than irritate, needs to prove himself worthy of being allowed to return to human dreams. Dream is petty even while dutiful—especially while dutiful—is vicious enough to multitask while he teaches, always finding time to punish. The result has been a series of humiliatingly supervised visits to mortal dreams, as if the Corinthian requires instruction, and they seemed to have stumbled into the dream of a six year old girl who’s just lost a tooth.

Which leads to the latest indignity.

The Corinthian pretends he hasn’t heard the question, this insult he won’t respond to, turns to Dream and snaps. “This is the wrong dream.”

“Is it?” Dream doesn’t even attempt faux surprise, flatly unapologetic as above his quirked lips cruel eyes glitter. “My mistake.”

Oh he definitely did this on purpose.

“Mister?” The girl says insistently; she’s also turned to Dream, seems to have realised that's where the authority is, little hand reaching up to tug gently on his robe.

Dream smiles like a sunrise. “Yes Alice?”

“You know my name!”

“Indeed.” He says gently, eyes soft for one of his dreamers, the glitter in them a nightlight for one of his precious humans. “Now—you had a question?”

Small fingers curl even tighter in Dream's black robe, perhaps chasing softness, perhaps marveling at it. Alice's eyes shift to the Corinthian for what amounts to half a second—they meet his ocular gaze, able to do so only because the glasses are oh so conspicuously missing—a quick glance as if she needs to double check.

Alice frowns.

Then she nods sharply, turns away, seems to have found whatever she was looking for. Alice gestures in the Corinthian’s general direction, still clutching Dream’s robe, but despite her clear frustration when she speaks her tone is shy. “He didn’t say whether he’s the tooth fairy.”

This time Dream does laugh.

It’s quiet but not restrained, a warmth that doesn’t demand attention, subtly chases away a chill. The mirth in his tone not at all held back. “He didn’t, did he?”

Alice agrees with a solemn little nod, the sort used for matters of the utmost importance.

“Can you ask him?”

Dream looks up, smile turning to night, shifting to the threat of a creeping shadow as this time he meets the teeth of the Corinthian's eyes. The glow there turns eerie, ghost silver, a strangely hollow thing for all that’s contained inside. There’s unease in how empty and full Dream can be at the same time, the vastness of a glacier so desolate when you’re alone. The demand is clear, even before Dream speaks, and the Corinthian knows he'll pay him back for this—

“Well?” Dream says mildly, eyes echoing with humour.

“Are you?”

[wraithsoutlaws]

theyre so in love

[luminiferocity]

WIP Wednesday

I've been slowly tinkering away at the next part, so here's a snippet of the next chapter of Let Me Count the Ways for @mi6-cafe WIP Wednesday

He lounges deep into the sofa and Bond splashes him a measure.

“What are you looking at?” Q asks, pointing to the tablet on Bond’s knee. “It better not be porn.”

“You have a problem with porn?”

“On my sofa, yes.”

“Well, I’m not. Not unless you count this,” Bond says with a low laugh, and swipes the screen a few times. He presents Q with his own photo – the one from after the film premiere where he’s suited, hair wild, bowtie loose about his neck.

“Oh, for- Come on now,” Q protests, flustered.

Continuing to laugh, Bond pinches the screen and his photo library presents as a mosaic. There are a lot of pictures of Mathilde, some with Madeleine and Bond in different combinations.

Q spies one he recognises from when Moneypenny was trying to get him to leave early – less late than usual – and join them for a curry. She’d sent him a selfie, Bond kissing her cheek, Tanner on the other side giving her bunny ears. There are more in the series that he hasn’t seen before, all silly, rounded off by a snap of Q trudging towards their table twenty minutes later.

He thinks of the landscapes beside Bond’s bed, and he’s glad Bond’s adding more memories, more faces, to his life.

[poolnoodling]

wip wednesday!

The arrangement was simple. Cleaner once a week. Gardener every two. Swim practice on a Friday, Japanese tutor every Tuesday, dentist appointments marked with a sharpie’d molar on the calendar squares. Eight weeks of summer to see them through. It was predicted the hottest on record.

cookin up a draft in which gojo’s the family babysitter and getou’s the unfairly hot older brother of said babies

ensue a long hot summer