#fanfiction wips

[drarryruinedme7]

Sometimes I wish I could “donate” my wips. Don’t you ever feel like it’s been so long since you’ve started a story that you don’t remember what you wanted to do with it in the first place?

How cool would it be if I could like exchange it with someone else… I give you my wip and you can do what you want with it, and you give me one of your old wips you can’t feel joy for anymore, and yeah

I’d like that . Rip all my unfinished wips.

#fanfiction wips #wips #my wips #too many #exchange wips #xD I’m an idiot

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

WIP GAME

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPS!

tagged by @reallyprofoundkryptonite

• The Little Menace And His Lizard

• Viggo's Everyday Life as a Full Time Lycanwing

• Neo Bud

• I'm not mad at you

• Identical bar one small detail chapter i forgor

• Rauthr's Cure Chapter 8

• VLAU Chapter 13

• untitled

• The Rushwest Children

• The Horrors I Saw That Night

• The Accident

• This Episode of Bluey is called 'New Girl'

tagging: @mdoodlerfandomart @wickedcriminal @illustrious-rocket @fictionalnormalcy @gogogoats @krattgirl124 @lumiidragon @bayalexison @aoife-asturmaux

#tag game #wips #fanfiction wips #fanfiction #original works

[kings-highway]

for your viewing pleasure, here's a handful of lines and short scenes from WIPs that i never got around to finishing taken completely out of context.

#haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction wips #theres like 4 or 5 different wips represented here #maybe Ill finish one and post it someday idk

[dianneking]

Hi!!! Can you tell me about "Nobody Cares"? <3 pleaaase <3

This is an ANGSTY one. I had to set it aside because it was A Bit Much, but reopening it to copy a snippet made me want to go work on it again...this is my favorite part of what I've written.

"Larissa." "Mmmh?" “Maybe we should go back to being just friends.” You looked as the easy smile was washed away from her beautiful face and you hated yourself for it. Maybe you should just have stayed silent, let her tell you she had tired of you on her own terms. “What?” She looked at you, shock painted on her features, and she pulled the covers up, as if to put some sort of barrier between the two of you, or as if she had suddenly been enveloped by an icy wind. As if this had been the last direction she had imagined this conversation to take. “I-I never meant for this relationship to become a burden.” You tried to make her understand, letting her know that it was okay, that she could be honest with you, that you were ready for her to move on. “Is that what it is to you?” She set her jaw tight, as if biting down on her own reaction.

#dianneking #dianneking fanfiction #wednesday fandom #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfiction #dianneking writes #larissa weems x reader #fanfiction snippet #fanfiction teaser #fanfiction author #wip #fanfiction wips #angst fairy

[lyricalvillain]

WIP Ask Game

Rules are as follows: post the barebones plot of your wips in a new post and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most, then post a snippet/tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have wips.

Aside from working on finishing up my unfinished fics, I have a few new ones sitting around waiting for me to finish the current ones.

Bearing Witness

Mandalorian Adoption Fic

No pairing planned yet. Just family drama.

Arla Fett was sold into slavery after death Watch killed her family in front of her. By some twist of fate she ends up in the deep sea mines of Bandomeer when Bitty baby Obi-Wan is kidnapped and thrown into the holding pens. Arla is a reluctant parent, Obi-Wan a tiny little bean burdened by visions, and throw in a Jedi Knight Feemor who will stop at nothing to find the initiate that his Padawan brother kidnapped and set things right. (No jedi culture bashed here, just so many misunderstandings)

Moorchild

A Witcher Labyrinth fic

Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier

Geralt says wish instead of blessing on the mountain. As a result the fae come and carry Jaskier away. Geralt has to find his way to the castle, through dangers untold to reclaim his bard, and maybe come to terms with some feelings along the way.

Don’t Call Him a Manwhore

Another small fic for the Don’t Call MCU series

Peter Parker was very happy not knowing anything about his friend’s sex lives. So happy. The happiest. Too bad a lot of Daredevil’s Bedroom Buddies have information on a particularly slippery Mob Boss.

@taki118 @quillfulwriter

#Fanfiction #Fanfiction wips #wip ask game #Star Wars fanfiction #mandalorian adoption #arla fett #Obi-Wan Kenobi #feemor #witcher fanfiction #geraskier #fae jaskier #jaskier #labyrinth #marvel fanfiction #Team Red #Deadpool #Wade Wilson #Daredevil #matthew murdock #Spider-Man #Peter Parker #my writing #my fanfiction #my wips

[conjectureand-gloom]

WIP Files Tag

thank you for tagging me @fireballdance and @jittyjames <33

Rules: Post names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

my doc titles usually make sense, so just ignore that lol

baby don’t cut - based off of a song with the same title, lams angst

judas’ death - a jcs fic, jesus/judas/mary after judas killed himself

i never planned to write this - uh… yeah. eliza’s pov of the events happening in chapters 9 - 11 (?) of @jittyjames’ fanfic ‘the means to go on’

lams (taylor’s version) - lams taylor swift songfics

made to watch - a febuwhump fic :D alex and washington were captured by redcoats and washington has to watch alex be tortured

bloom like rose thorns - my alexander angst long-fic

when the clock strikes the hour- a nevermoor fic that will likely never be finished bc it’s an absolute mess. morrigan angst set at the end of wundersmith

lafferson *sighs deeply* - uh. yeah. so. i never wrote anything in this doc. i started making it when we all obsessed over lafferson and i had a whole plan. never wrote anything. maybe i will write some if people are still interested in lafferson angst-

no pressure tags!! - @eerorstep @duelamort (doppio you can do art wips like xen did) @binch-i-might-be @that-gal-kay @cecescomposition @ovrarches (you can do art wips too if you’d like!!) i’m so sorry if some of y’all have been tagged already/have done this already, don’t bother doing it if you have been!!

#tag game #wip #fanfiction wips #hamilton fanfictions #jcs fanfiction #nevermoor fanfiction

[heylookitsbeanz]

NATR is almost over... I plan to finish Serendipity at around the same time as NATR.

That's both of my big WIPs that I've been pushing to finish.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT ILL DO WHEN THEYRE DONE LMAO

Probably make another x reader knowing me, BUT STILLLLLLL

#natr #nights and their rulers #serendipity #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction writing #fanfiction wips

[writersshitpost]

#fanfiction #writeblr #writer #writers #writing #writerscommunity #writblr #writer problems #writings #my writing #wip #write #being a writer #creative writing #female writers #fiction writing #just writer things #novel writing #writer life #writer meme #writer memes #writer struggles #writer stuff #writer things #writerblr #writers block #writers community #writers life #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr

[gingiekittycat]

I think one of my favorite things about writing fanfic is that you can just... keep going. Write as many different endings to the story as you want. As many different AUs. You can write the same scene a hundred times and change what happens every time.

It's the most freeing feeling, that I don't have to choose.

#So anyway I have a new GO wip #Fanfiction #Fanfic #AO3 #Writing

[i-will-write]

Me, trying to write some sweet, fluff story with a happy ending to heal my soul: and then they hugged and-

My brain:

#writers #writing #writer #fanfiction #writers woes #fanfic #writer memes #ao3 #writers meme #wip #facepalmed angst master #oh there will be so much angst

[wanderingblindly]

#why must i work #I just want to work on my lestappen WIP #free me from this hell (my comfortable office job) #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #lestappen

[hannibalzero]

Questions I have

Okay so for our own little world they’ve found like a sith planet/ safe haven right? Did them activating it send out some signal to all the current sith in the galaxy? Is someone gonna come find them?

It said it flowed blue, so maybe they aren’t sith yet?

For bride of a sith Vaders exposing all the Jedi?? Omg love

What does jinn mean by soul search 🤔 he’s not gonna hurt obi is he??? Scared but knowing Vader he wouldn’t let anything touch him lmfao

Yes, they sent out a beacon to alert the Sith that the haven is open. But I doubt Sith will come. Modern Sith are more...lone wolf vibes. Someone will fine them but that's a spoiler for later! ❤️ they're not full Sith yet but it's rather fun to have the tech glow blue and red. Like balancing the force haha

Vader hacked the jedi temple and collected evidence. Pay you're IT people better lol.

A soul search is where a jedi rips down all metal walls and goes through someones mind. Everytime I've read about it, it's said it's painful. Every secret, thought and memory will be explored against someones will. It's not Vader (though he will be there) Quigs should worry about....its one very mad Dooku!

Great questions!

#star wars #obikin #my writing #obi wan kenobi #fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #anakin skywalker #obi wan and anakin #questions #asks #wip stuff #fanfiction wips

[room-on-broom]

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Enjoy!

#writers #fanfiction #ask game #send asks #feel free to reblog #work in progress #wip #wips #fandom

[dianneking]

Hiiii!! as you are the queen of angst, can you share some info about "it's not goodbye until I say so" with us?

Oh, I am no queen, just a simple angst fairy!

It's not goodbye until I say so. Such a little gem. It still needs so much work though, ughh. The summary is as follows:

Laurel has always kept count of the goodbyes she said. They had marked the time of her life like the rings in the trunk of trees. She always said goodbye when it mattered. Without a goodbye, the story would continue, the tombstone would refuse to slide closed. But this time, it had all happened too fast.

Or, five times Laurel said goodbye, and one time that she didn't.

It's set in the same universe as All in Her Head, but can be read as a standalone.

And in that moment, Laurel knew, with all the certainty that the voices muttering in her brain could give her, an unshakable, all-encompassing certainty, that she hated Larissa Weems. She hated her thoroughly, viscerally. She hated each late night that they had passed together simply enjoying each other's company, she hated that when the older woman was beside her all of her fears and insecurities and muttering voices seemed to vanish. She hated each touch of their hands, and how it made her heart feel whole again, after so much time. Her sweaty hands grabbed the syringe in the pocket of her overalls and she heard the words leave her mouth before she noticed her own mouth moving. "My name is Laurel!" She plunged the syringe in her lover's neck, to a chorus of approval of voices in her head, voices that reminded her that that had always been the plan, that each kiss they had shared, each wandering hand, each mind-blowing climax had all been for this. To get close enough. The pain in her chest was from the satisfaction of finally getting to this point, they said.

#dianneking #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfiction #larissa/laurel #larissa weems x laurel gates #dianneking fanfiction #wednesday fandom #dianneking writes #wednesday netflix #laurel gates #fanfiction wips #fanfiction snippet #wip games #wips #sneak peek #fanfiction teaser #cw: hallucinations

[cecescomposition]

the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….

except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.

#writing #writing problems #writer problems #me rn fr #send help please #i have so many unfinished wips #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic woes

[qveerthe0ry]

Slipped Through

Summary: There is one tiny, silly little caveat to Joel’s insane, old man endurance.  Word Count: 2,182 Pairing: Joel Miller x F! AFAB! Reader Rating: 18+ Explicit Warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v sex, cowgirl, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, premature ejaculation, frottage, no use of y/n

If one thing is for certain in the post-apocalypse, it’s that Joel Miller fucks. 

You find this out a few months after he and Ellie settle in down the street from you. 

He’s handsome, built like a brick shithouse, all bulky muscle from years and years of hard-fought survival. He’s also shy. Everyone else in Jackson thinks he’s aloof, rude, scary. 

But not you. 

You see the same scars on his skin, the same clenched jaw and stony gazes as everyone else. But to you, he’s just a tired, scared, sad man in need of some TLC. 

He gets it, too. 

It took a while for him to warm up to you, your timid advances, your dropped hints. But as soon as he let you in, it was like a forest fire, one single spark caught by the wind and engulfing everything in flames. 

He fucks. 

He’s been around a few decades and it shows. His stamina is incredible. He can fuck you for hours without stopping, make you come on his cock over and over again until you’re begging for him to give in to his release. 

He takes you from behind, while you’re on your knees or while you’re his little spoon. He takes you while you stare up at him on your back, a hand between your bodies to put delicious pressure on your clit. 

Once he even took you up against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. Only once, though, because he had to call in sick for patrol, and Tommy wouldn’t let him rest until he told him what he’d done to pull his back so badly. 

He’s incredible. A selfless lover, so focused on making you feel good, his orgasm always second (or usually third or fourth) to yours. And he’s sweet, he calls you pet names and kisses you breathless and hands out praise like it’s expiring. He cleans you up after, and fetches you water, and holds you and strokes you until your shivers are gone and your breathing is back to normal. 

You have no complaints. But. There is one tiny, silly little caveat to Joel’s insane, old man endurance. 

He cannot keep it together when you ride him. With a gun to his head, you’re pretty sure he still couldn’t last long enough to get a solid session in with you on top. 

It’s not a bad thing, per se, but you like riding him. You enjoy taking a bit of control, letting him relax and ease his back after a long day. But he just… can’t last.

-

Joel’s cock is in your mouth. You love this part. You love breathing in the mixed scent of homemade soap and Joel’s natural smell as you nuzzle the wiry hairs. You love looking up at him and seeing his aroused grin and dark eyes staring back down at you. You love the way he feels so hot and thick against your tongue. You love getting him sopping wet so it’s even easier to take his girth when he fucks you. You love the feeling of his huge hand on the back of your head, tangling in your hair.

“God damn, baby, you suck dick like an angel.” 

You love that too— the praise, the wicked shit he says that completely negates how shy and timid he is outside of the bedroom. 

You hum around his cock and take him deeper. You’re never able to take him all the way, but when he nudges the back of your throat, you make swallowing motions and feel yourself contract around the thick head of his dick. His hand tightens in your hair, almost painful but not quite. 

“Jesus, your mouth, darlin’. Criminal.”

You hum again, and arch your back like a dog in heat, aching to feel him stretch you open. 

“C’mon, give me your pussy, baby.” 

His words are grunted, and maybe it’s a little mean of you to suck the life out of him before you plan to ride him. You think you like it, though, just being a little mean. 

He makes to move when you finally pull your lips from around him, but you hold him steady with two hands on his broad, sweaty chest. 

His pretty brown eyes widen in question, and his hands grab your hips hard as you hover over his cock, but he doesn’t say anything. 

He wants to. You can tell. His jaw clenches and his eyes fog over a bit as he looks down at your soaked center. But he stays silent as you line yourself up, stroke him through your folds a few times before letting his cockhead catch on your hole and sink in. 

The deep groan he lets out sounds pained. You coo at him, remove one of your hands from his chest to run through his silver curls. 

“Fuck.”

It’s gritted through his teeth, clenched together so tight you’re afraid they’ll crack. When you’re fully seated, you wiggle your ass and clench around him. 

“Baby,” he whimpers.

“Thought you wanted my pussy? Don’t you like it, Joel?” 

You lift up until he nearly falls out of you, and then fall right back down. A sound escapes your mouth, deep from your chest as you rise and fall again, throwing your head back at just how deep he reaches at this angle. 

His fingers grip your hips even tighter now, bruising and stinging. His breath whistles violently through his nostrils, stuttered and heavy. 

“Like it too much, darlin’, please.”

You spare him for a second, grinding down in his lap, swiveling your hips to help him simmer down. You rake your nails across his scalp in what you hope is a soothing gesture, but you can’t help the way you clench around him as you watch him struggle underneath you. 

Seconds pass as your hips grind out the smallest circles against him. His breaths are loud and warm against your nose and cheeks. He looks incredible like this, at your mercy, your devilish grin reflecting in his inky, wide pupils. 

His grip loosens the tiniest bit, and you watch his jaw clench and unclench as he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“You can take it, can’t you? For me?” 

You pout and rock your hips slowly, all the way up and back down, reveling in the familiar stretch and friction that’s torturous and not quite enough. You feel his chest expand with a shuttery gasp right under your palm, broken and ragged, and it makes you just that much wetter. 

“Sweet christ, the mouth on you tonight.”

His tongue pokes out to wet his red, bitten lips. When his eyes open back up, they’re all pupil, black and glossy and shining. Your cunt flutters around him at the sight of him so far gone, undone because of you. 

You squeeze your fingers in his hair, tugging, and he winces and you love it, this proud and powerful sensation coursing through your veins. You understand, now, how Joel feels when he fucks you, when you’re completely at the mercy of the pleasure he gives you. Why his lips always seem to lilt into a smirk, why that satiated smile doesn’t leave his face for hours, and why his gaze still feels so hungry no matter how many times you’ve gotten each other off. 

It’s addictive. 

His face untwists itself as you lighten the grip on his hair, but it screws right back up as you start to bounce on his cock. He curses, and you set a quick pace at the angle that makes you clench around his prick. 

“I can’t– Darlin’, I can’t.” 

His voice sounds panicked, so you lift up, let him slip completely out of you. You peer down to watch his glistening cock jerk wildly as his hips cant up into nothing. The muscles in his thighs tense something fierce, and you’re sure his nails have broke skin on your hips. 

“You can, baby. Just let me take care of you for once. Just enjoy it,” you say. 

His breath shutters in something akin to a sob, a warm gust across your heated cheeks. You let your hand trail up to his neck and goad him to break his staring contest with his jerking, weeping cock.

“You’re evil,” he tells you. 

You smirk. Your nails scrape over his stomach, the patch of curly hair there and the skin that pulls taut as his muscles strain against your touch.

“I think you like that.” 

Your hips tilt to align yourselves once more, and this time you sink down slowly until you’re seated on his thighs. For a moment, he gets a wicked glint in his eyes, dangerous looking. It vanishes as soon as you clench your walls around him. 

“You feel so good,” you whisper.

You catch his lips in your own. Distracted, he can’t kiss you back. The tight line of his mouth is frozen as you nibble on his plush bottom lip and rock your hips up and down. His noises are muffled this way, cut-off, like he wants to keep them from escaping. The softest whines, and the most beautiful music to your ears. 

You set a rhythm to match, and for a moment you think he’s managed to gain control. His palms are warm and sweaty on your hips, and then your ass, and you’re confident as you rise and fall. You’re working yourself up, too, as his prick supplies a delicious friction to the perfect spot inside you. Like it always does.  

But as you gasp and moan with your head thrown back, the calloused palms on your skin turn into sharp nails, and Joel’s sounds falter. 

“Off— get off,” he gasps. 

You do, rising up quickly, looking down between your bodies to watch Joel’s cock strain and throb in the cool bedroom air. You wait patiently for him to calm down as a second passes, then two, then—

“God dammit—”

Your eyes widen as you watch— in shock and horror and amazement and arousal— thick, white stripes shoot up to paint Joel’s chest and stomach. His abdomen pulls taut and his hips quiver with each wave of his climax.

“Shit—”

You’re frozen in time as Joel shakes with the intensity of it. And he just keeps coming, spurt after spurt making his dick jolt and twitch, until the last of it dribbles out of him and his poor cock gives one last gasping breath. 

“Fuck you,” he pants, squeezing your hips, but there’s no heat behind it. There’s nothing at all behind it as he slumps into the mattress, boneless and defeated. 

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Which may not be saying much, since your pre-apocalyptic life was fairly short-lived, but it’s the truth. 

This man, sturdy and hardened and full of grit, reduced to a mess of a puddle underneath you. You’re throbbing, all because of him, because of what you’ve done to him. 

“So fucking hot, fuck,” you breathe.

You give him no chance at all to recover, so overcome by your own needs. You shift your hips and trap his prick between your folds and his stomach. 

It’s slippery and perfect, and even the feeling of Joel’s cock growing softer as it presses against your clit turns you on. 

Almost as much as his noises, the nearly pained whimpers as you grind against his overstimulated dick, the way he shudders and squirms underneath you. Still, he encourages your thrusts with two sweaty and firm hands on your hips, and the way his fucked-out gaze is focused on you taking your pleasure from him. 

Riding the adrenaline high, it takes virtually no time at all for you to reach your peak. Your nails dig into the skin of his pecs and the back of his neck respectively, as you near the inevitable. Your nose finds where his shoulder and throat meet, biting, hiding your whimpers in his sweaty skin. The hiss he lets out and the accompanying jolt of his hips is more than enough to send you over the edge. 

Atta girl, that’s it, get what you need.

His voice sounds far away, gritted through his teeth, as you pant against him and ride out the last of your orgasm. 

The following silence is quite loud, just heavy breathing and the odd creak of the bed frame. 

Joel must feel when your lips fail to suppress a smile against his shoulder, because he responds with a huff almost instantly. 

“Real pleased with yourself, huh?” 

You giggle, nip at his heated skin with playful teeth. 

“I really am.”

He grunts, and you finally lift up to look him in the eyes. He creases his brow and shakes his head at you. But then that dimple you love so much rears its head as he bites back his smirk, and another giggle bubbles up out of your chest. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, Darlin’.”

He sounds quite remorseful, looking up at you with those puppy eyes, and you cradle his stubbly cheek in your palm. 

“Just gotta train you up, cowboy.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal smut #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #I've been working on this WIP for like ever and I was tired of looking at it so late night post it is #18+ #mdni