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tackytigerfic · 6 days

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WIP Snip

Ok so i have mostly finished the long WIP I've been working on for nearly three years. In fact, I'm most of the way through editing the whole thing (all 240k) with only two short scenes left to write. So happy to finally be here! Here's a quick snip of a Hermione POV scene where Draco is helping Harry snd Hermione to escape and she needs to injure him so he looks as though he fought them... it makes sense in-universe i swear.

Draco was still too close to Harry, but Hermione went over to him anyway, arranged him carefully in the dim light so she could be sure that she wouldn’t cause any permanent damage.

“Hold still,” she instructed him, and raised her wand hand. Draco flinched, then flushed.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know I’m not very brave about this sort of thing. I don’t like being at the wrong end of anyone’s wand. Anyway, go on. I’m ready now.”

“Here, let me,” Harry offered, and pushed past Hermione gently. Draco didn’t flinch when Harry lifted his wand, she noticed with irritation, just shook his hair back and smiled brightly.

“Hello again,” he said to Harry cheerfully, and Harry rolled his eyes fondly and cast with ruthless precision, a vicious Diffindo that tore right through the stupid gauzy shirt Draco was wearing, and opened him up, shallow but nasty-looking, across the meatiest part of his chest, far from any dangerous areas, and then hit him with a quick Incutio that was going to give him a whopper of a shiner. Even weak like this, Harry was terrifying.

“Fucking… ow!” Draco rubbed at his cheekbone resentfully. “Warn a fellow, next time.”

And then from outside they heard the distant rattle of gravel, some angry-sounding voices, and it was all horribly real again. Hermione doused the Lumos instantly, blinking into the blackness, suddenly and newly furious with Harry and his stupid infatuation.

Even now they were whispering to each other, and as her eyes adjusted she could see that Draco had Harry’s face between his hands, and Harry was kissing him, first Draco's mouth and then the palm of each hand, like there was nothing more important in the world.

#tacky's fth #drarry #drarry wip snip #i cannot believe i get to finish this finally #and to tell my lovely auction winner that i have their gift #after all this time #and to post it in chaps!#ive never had a fic long enough to do that before #going to write that last scene before i start posting tho #i know myself too well

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magnusbae · 24 days

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The first time they share a bed, actually share, not collapsed after a feverish fucking or exhausted into nothingness after an endless battle, but a real get ready for sleep, bedtime routine and all—Anakin cannot stop moving.

Restless and uncomfortable, he is hyper aware of every dent in the mattress, every ruffle of the sheets. His mind is not numbed by an orgasm or a complete fatigue, instead it's left to boil with awareness, with unrest.

"Anakin." Obi-Wan sounds only a little annoyed. The man is exhausted, Anakin doesn't need their bond to hear that. He is tired and in need for sleep. "What is the matter?" he still finds it within himself to ask, sounding genuine enough, concerned enough.

"Noth—" Anakin begins, and thinks better of it when Obi-Wan's silhouette tenses up, a barely there shift in the shoulders. Tonight is not the night in which he wishes to test his Master's patience, not when they both are so clearly not up for bickering.

Anakin sighs, admitting, with no small amount of embarrassment in his hushed voice "—I usually sleep on the right side…" It's close enough to the truth, he thinks, cheeks warming.

A moment of silence is broken by a muffled and genuinely amused snort. His Master doesn't even pretend it was a cough. He just laughs.

"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan sighs once his shoulders stop shaking with his silent mirth, sounding painfully affectionate.

"Master! You—" Anakin's protests are cut short by a pair of strong hands, maneuvering him easily to the right side of the bed. Anakin can practically feel the huff of laughter against his neck when he is drawn closer, back pressing snugly against Obi-Wan's chest.

"Better?" his Master purrs against his ear.

Yes. Yes, better.

"Thank you, Master."

The smile in his voice is so obvious, laid bare. He sounds like a besotted fool. With how easily a mere hug could easen all of his uncertainties, lighten all of his concerns— perhaps he is.

"Good." his Master takes it for the answer that it is, pressing his nose against Anakin's nape and exhaling a gentle: "Good night, Dear One".

The wrong side of the bed was the least of Anakin's worries and even that is forgotten in the sleep that soon follows. So easily. He smiles.

#I don't know why I just hoard those snips in my writing app and then forget all about them #it's been there for 5 months #I keep thinking i'll actually elaborate on those scenes but i never do so lmao #obikin #obikin fic #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #buns.w #buns.all #Anakin #Obi Wan #Star Wars #it's not the same wip i referred to in a previous post but figured i might post this one :)

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theloveinc · 10 months

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kirishima x reader - kiri really, really, REALLY wants a third child.

(warnings: afab + fem reader who is a mom with two bio babies, breeding, slight sense of dubcon but it really is con, slight voyeurism, heavy on the pregnancy, mention of sick baby + baby coming early (all is well tho), son = mister, daughter = missy, abrupt end)

1.5k+ words. enjoy!!

The conversation comes up on a sunny day in Denki’s backyard. His wife and their newest daughter in her lap sunbathing next to you, the baby reaching out for your sleeve every so often as the three of you watch Denki, Kiri and the older children—save for the oldest who claims she’s too big for such things—play in the sprinklers, screaming.

“Have you thought about a third?” Denki’s wife asks, tipping down her sunglasses to send you an inquisitive stare.

“Oh, god, no. Ei and I are done.”

“Really?” she seems surprised. “He’s such a good father, you’d think…”

You shrug, taking a sip of the mango slush that was provided to you when you first arrived. “We were considering it, but mister came so early that the stress of another seemed too much.”

“Ah, I know how that goes all too well. Has Kiri gotten, you know…?” She makes a snipping motion with her fingers.

You snort, the thought almost as implausible as Denki with a son. Doctors have recommended that most heroes remain unaltered, at least to reduce the chances of hormone levels fluctuating unexpectedly and causing changes in prowess… and though that didn’t stop Bakugo five years ago and nothing’s changed about his aggression or fighting style, your husband still uses the warning as an excuse to stay hesitant.

“Oh, hell no. Have you tried talking to him about it? He goes nuts, and the man is stubborn as a bull.”

“Are you guys using condoms, then?”

At that, you can’t help but laugh. Protected sex after what? Nearly ten years of marriage? Kirishima was far from the type even when you first met, if you tried bringing up latex contraception now, he’d practically consider it offensive, or a threat to his masculinity at the very least.

“Pills for now. Surprisingly the side effects have been manageable.”

“Aren’t you worried those might fail?”

Her persistent concern touches you, and how could it not when she and her husband have to wrangle five, blonde, Kaminari daughters from sunset to sundown on the daily… but it’s nothing you don’t think you and Ei couldn’t navigate together if need be.

The youngest starts squirming for you and you offer to take her in your arms, trading your slush to plop her on the warmth of your lap which immediately ceases her cooing.

“Well,” you tickle her baby plump belly, the delighted squeal you get in response making you grin, “I guess an accident wouldn’t be so bad if they turned out like this one.”

Little did you know, Kirishima overheard your little, half-joking declaration. It’s a wonder, given that you’d assumed if the water hadn’t drowned out your voices, the seven screaming children (and Denki) would’ve.

But he catches you the next morning, fresh out of the shower as you stand in the bathroom prepping your skin for the rest of the day.

“I heard,” he leans in behind you, his damp and loose hair reflected in the mirror, “you said you wanted another baby?”

You chuckle, the steamy warmth of his belly pressing into your back almost overwhelming, “I said, accidents happen, my love. I’m perfectly content with the three babies I have now.”

Kirishima pouts, the hands on your hips tightening as they slowly turn you around to face him.

“What if we…?” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

“Haven’t we talked about this?” you yawn, picking a stray piece of thread off of the damp towel hanging around his shoulders, your other hand running down his bare chest. “I thought we agreed two was enough?”

“I was just thinking, you know, it doesn’t sound so bad now that mister is older and all.”

You wave him off, nudging your way out from between the sink counter and his hips before pressing one quick peck to his cheek.

“Shoo. You’re going to be late for work,” Kirishima doesn’t let you go so easily, his hands lingering and only falling when you’re finally out of reach. “There’s a lunch in the fridge. Don’t get hung up on it, yeah?”

But Kirishima is hung up on it.

He loves being a dad more than anything, feels as though it's one of the many reasons he was placed on this earth, and though he loves you now more than any other time in his life and would love you no matter what happened to your body, he can’t say he wasn’t extremely delighted when you were pregnant... nor that he doesn’t want to see another rounded belly on you again.

Besides, your daughter was so curious about it, so precious and clingy, but she was almost too little to understand what was happening in your belly when you were swollen with your son… that Kirishima really only has a handful of memories of you all together before one baby became two and two babies became children.

And when he spent their babyhood was spent half in a hospital and half with you out of commission, he just can't help but imagine that doing it over with a third would make his whole life complete.

It just makes perfect sense.

It’s couple’s hot yoga the next time it gets brought up, Kirishima helping you hold the warm-up stretches as he ponders the questions out loud.

“Have you thought about it at all?” He whispers, hands pulling your thigh away from your face and into a stretch meant to straighten your hamstrings.

“Thought about what?”

“Baby number three,” he lowers your leg and helps switch you to the other side.

You laugh, disturbing the calm of the heated studio, apologizing to the other couples there softly after. “You seem pretty committed.”

Kirishima nods like a desperate puppy, knowing how he must look in his loose tank top and sweatband, his hair pushed back from his forehead revealing a flush that isn’t yet due to the steam in the room.

“What’s so good about a third, anyway?” you as say as he repositions your leg from straight to bent at the instructors command. “You know how sick mister was. I can’t go through that again.”

“What if you didn’t have to?

You glare, straining your neck to make sure Kiri can get a peak at your angry eyes. “You say that like you know what would happen.”

"I just…” he shrugs, thumb rubbing your ankle. “We missed missy’s toddler years taking care of mister, and by the time he was walking, missy was using full on sentences and demanded that we start treating her like an adult.”

The instructor commands you turn on your side and begin the same stretches that way.

“You were also still recovering from the pregnancy, I had to go back to work… and I want to do it again but with just one this time. Savor the baby years the way we should’ve savored theirs.”

Kirishima lets his palm brush the intersection between your thighs as he keeps your let from falling. Damp and warm with sweat, he can’t help but press his fingers into where your loins hide under your leggings and—

You stick your foot in his face, the other couples amongst the room already shifting. “Up. It’s your turn for stretches.”

“Shit.”

“Ooh, mommy cussed!”

“You didn’t hear that, baby. I’m just—“ you squint at the notification on your device.

“What?” Kirishima asks, holding your daughter in his arms. The tops of her feet are pressing into his belly while they pass a large slice of dripping, red watermelon back and forth. Your son is preoccupied at the coloring table set up in the living room, drawing pictures of semi-naked heroes with enormous hairdos.

“Pharmacy’s out of my birth control. Won’t be in for a few weeks.”

You don’t miss the way Kiri’s eyebrows immediately raise, though you glance back down at your phone to panic-click more buttons in the hopes that he gets the hint.

“What’s that mean, babe?” he asks, feigning innocence about a subject you very well know he’s versed in.

“What do you mean, what’s that mean?”

“I mean, what are we gonna do about that? You know—“

You groan.

“Hush. We’re just gonna pretend I didn’t say that and move on,” you turn on your feet to rush out of the room, calling over your shoulder. “And share the watermelon with mister. I’m calling the doctor.”

“Ooh,” your daughter says again, her sticky hands going to Kiri’s cheeks which are pinched in a funny expression she doesn’t clock, “Daddy’s in trouble!”

But honestly, Kirishima can’t pretend he hadn’t heard what you said… and truly doesn’t know what you were thinking when you suggested that he try. Birth control aside, on it or off it, you were bound to have sex eventually… that was never even the issue.

Though when you bring up condoms to the whiney redhead barely a few days later, he barely manages to open one before accidentally flinging it across the room in trying to see how well it stretches.

“I can’t do this,” Kirishima frowns, sitting back down on the bed after pulling his briefs back on to throw away the slimy piece of latex. He curls an arm back around you to pull you in between his legs, hands moving to grip your waist while he admires the cute black, mom panties you’re wearing that sit over the handles of your hips. “I don’t wanna wear a condom.”

You sigh, your own hands scratching the tops of his shoulders. “You’re not planning on pulling out, either. Are you?”

“No,” he doesn’t even say it shamefully, “I’m not planning on pulling out.”

“And you’re gonna hope that it sticks?”

“Yes,” his eyelids flutter looking up at you. You’re so cute frowning like you’re not gonna let him have his way and then pretend it’s all his fault. An accident. “I’m gonna hope it gets you pregnant.”

That makes you roll your eyes, though it also has you squeezing your legs together.

“You’re such a dog.”

Kirishima nods, but you don’t stop him from slowing pulling your panties down.

“Only for you.”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima #and then u find out it' s identical twins two months later #kirishima's hooting and hollering and you're sitting there like 🙂snip snip time #lol idk #hope this was alright! it came so naturally to me lol #but it still feels a little stunted... or at least the dialogue at the end does #i might edit it but probably not LOL #pregnancy tw #kids tw #caitie post #gen

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fredoesque · 1 month

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see the THING about goodsir and stanley is that goodsir may be way less inclined to act cruelly but he has a far greater capacity for it.

#no listen to me bc stanley is cruel out of uncaringness #oh your toes are getting snipped off? well don't expect any coddling he's got better things to do #but that's the extent of it he doesn't care to hurt anyone either #(and yes obviously carnevale shows that he very much can hurt people but even then the hurt is not his /goal/#it's a necessary evil so he can help people. of all things)#in contrast with goodsir who cares so so much about things and about doing them right #including. when pushed far enough. cruelty #the terror #i hope people know whenever i make a mean post about goodsir i do like him #i just think one of his best qualities is that he kinda sucks <3 #also tbc having a capacity doesn't mean living up to it. it just means you could

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total-fangirl-trash · 1 year

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I love how this hellsite has gone from one person making up a deity for the Greek pantheon to all of us making up an entire Scorsese film and reveling in it.

#Snips' posts #Goncharov

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adiduck · 8 months

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WIP Train WIP Train!!!

I have been invited to join the WIP train by @howdyrat (informally on discord LOL 🥰) Littled did Howdy know, I am incorrigible.

Rules: Post a minimum of one sentence (I'm adding: or line) of a WIP of your choice, and tag others to join the train!

[Today, 1117] Mav: [A photograph of all fourteen selected and potential aviators for the uranium mission in swim suits on the beach. Lieutenant Pete Mitchell is holding a football and bent down to spike it to Lieutenant Iceman Kazansky, who is crouched behind him. Arrayed around them are Lieutenants Bradshaw, Trace, Floyd, Bassett, and Avalone. The remaining seven aviators are arrayed in front of them in what looks like it might be making an attempt at a defensive line] Ice: Nice ass shot, Mitchell Mav: You love it Ice: That was sincere. What do I tell Cyclone you’re doing? Mav: Creating a team

(Operation Groundhog AU: Admiral Ice and Captain Mav often provide commentary over text ;) )

No pressure tags that weren't explicitly in the post I first saw:

@frostbitebakery, @asukaskerian, @oathkeeperoxas, @lambourngb, @goddammitjim, @brigittttoo, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

#adi is a writer #operation groundhog au #wip snippet #wip train #the process #I almost posted a little bit of an angsty snip but I did not please clap

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toadallytickles · 6 months

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Omg at work today my coworkers were in a group talking and I overheard one say sadly, “I wish I was-“, then disagreement from the others. I pipe in and ask what she wishes… and no one is going to believe me …. I can’t believe it, but ..

She wished she was ticklish.

I immediately go back to whatever I’m doing with an “oH—” because I short circuit for a few seconds. Any w a y. 🙂 wish I heard the whole conversation

#I’m so gay for my coworkers- they’re so cute and so fun and I haven’t had a single thought Until Now .#like Do Not. 🛑 Do this to me.#I meant to make this post sooner but today was so chaotic and eventful I forgot to make the Tickle Post™#like I got snipped at by a Karen today so the lady I previously served tipped me $5 snkbdggfh #did some really good Christmas shopping~#old man hit on me at the bus stop 🙃#today was l o n g .#but very good~ ❤️#my posts #text #tickles

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ghouljams · 11 months

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OMG i saw your post regarding the snippets and at this point im taking anything. im a little curious about "The Big Motherfucker" (that felt so silly to type goodbye. hoping this is abt konig because i saw you refer to him once as the big motherfucker with the teeth lol)

That is in fact my fae!König doc! And it is because that's Liebling's first thought when she sees him lol

You wouldn't mind cooking for König so much if he didn't hover over you. He follows you like a baby duck, just a step behind you as you putter around the kitchen. You're not claustrophobic but you would love a little space. You can't even ask him for help after watching him eat a raw chicken leg bones and all.

"Do you mind?" You bump him out of the way trying to open your fridge.

"Not at all," he always sounds so damn pleased with himself, it's annoying. You swear at him under your breath and grab what you need. You nearly knock your head against him when you stand up, he's leaned so close to you while you were fishing around.

You never get used to that. The way he seems so desperate to be close to you, even if you're just grabbing carrots. Desperate enough to keep you on edge with how much he seems to loom over you. It's concerning how many times you've bumped into him because you turned too soon or stood up too fast. Maybe he's doing it on purpose. Maybe you should put a bell on him. At least then you'd be able to hear when he was close.

As it stands you just have to feel for the way your hair stands on end when he's just on the edge of pressing against you. Always waiting to feel him touch you, or speak, just so that creeping sensation of his phantom touch will leave you alone.

König runs his tongue along his teeth, grazing their sharp edges to try and take the edge off his urge to bite. Not yet, he thinks staring down at you --you handle a knife so well, he wonders what else your hands can do-- but soon.

#fae!König #snip snip snippit #i am shadow banned but that doesnt mean i can't post #just means i will get absolutely zero engagement and wont be in the tags #but whatever ur all already trapped in here with me #i've already locked the doors so theres no escape #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #könig x reader

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