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marisferasiop · 15 hours
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Ezra x full- figure/plus size OFC wip, you shall be so very indulgent. There will be so much belly and thigh worship, you don't even know.
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total-dxmure · 2 months
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ೃ࿔ wip reveal: sanguinarian (cult!ellie x detective!reader)
(warnings: this is going to be a dark romance. ellie has never socialized before, and so her ways of showing love are by no means healthy… but who doesn’t want a girlfriend whose willing to kill for them?)
tips about strange lights and voices started flooding in about two months ago. you’d think nothing of the phenomenons if they weren’t occurring out behind an abandoned church. you were content to write it off as just another pack of rowdy teenagers causing mischief, but detective miller felt very differently on the subject. he’d been on the force almost longer than you’d been alive. he had a second sense when it came to trouble. so the two of you find yourselves exploring the decaying church. things look normal… until it doesn’t and all hell breaks loose.
ellie doesn’t know how old she is. she tells the time by looking at the position of the sun, has never had a “friend” in her entire life and has no clue how much longer she’s going to be kept alive. the cult has their claws sunk in deep and she’s certain that she’ll have to kill or be killed. she wakes up bright and early each morning to train with the rest of the soldiers. then she’s dragged off to the laboratory to be poked and prodded. you see… ellie isn’t normal, and the cult keeps her around for one thing: her blood. she’s all but given up on eventually joining the outside world, and that’s when you bust in like a bat out of hell. what’s worse than stumbling on a creepy cult on accident? being forced to join said creepy cult.
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foreverdolly · 2 months
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ welcome to my dollhouse- i hope you play for a while. . .
my most recent fic post: savage bonds part 2
❉ dolly ❉ 25 ❉ a virgo. . . but the cheeky kind
i wish that i was born in the fifties so that i could have experienced the 60's and 70's in my prime. wanna talk about cute boys? message me, ya filthy lil animals.
make sure to explore my masterlist guide!
i'll be turning my requests back on the second that i finish "fake dating", "be my lover" and "i just ride"
forever dreaming about elvis. forever dreaming about austin. forever dreaming about rockstars and men that i can't ever have.
xoxo
-forever dolly
. . . come on baby, let's play house! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
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nocoastposts · 1 month
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Thank you for the tags, @getmehighonmagic @junebugclaremontdiaz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @kiwiana-writes!
Today's six(ish) sentences are from a new WIP I started last night. It's another round of Soft Dom Henry, but unlike Praise & Supplication and Silence & Sound, this one is Henry's POV. The tentative title is Set Me On Fire.
“On your knees.”
Henry watches Alex sink down without a second thought and knows that he’ll never grow used to the sight of Alex kneeling before him. His whip smart mouth is completely silent, his eyelashes fanning out as he blinks slowly. He’s totally malleable like this, ready to bend and fold without any resistance.
For the briefest moment, Henry struggles to maintain his hardened exterior. The knowledge that no one else will have Alex like this makes him melt inside. Still, he keeps his resolve, motivated and determined to give the man in front of him exactly what he needs. No one else, Henry thinks, no one else.
No-pressure tagging some wonderful writers @wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @firenati0n @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @theprinceandagcd @priincebutt @itsmaybitheway @agame-writes @lfg1986-2 @meraki-yao @songliili @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @three-drink-amy @happiness-of-the-pursuit @ninzied @gayrootvegetable @ladyknightellen @bitbybitwrites @sunnysideprince @captainjunglegym @anchoredarchangel and an open tag to any and all other writers!
(Sorry if I've missed anyone; tagging on mobile is the bane of my existence.)
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myymi · 3 months
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wordsofhoneydew · 1 month
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hellooooo
thank you to those who tagged me for 6 sunday and last line challenge : @eusuntgratie @heybuddy-drabbles @getmehighonmagic @suseagull04 @bigassbowlingballhead @sparklepocalypse <3
here’s more junora bc that’s all i can write lately LOL
She hears Nora let out a quiet fuck; most likely not meant for her to hear. “I want this to work for you, June. I want to make you feel better. Good.” Her tone is fervent, completely unlike what June had heard from her before. Nora usually has a more blunt way with her words, always straight forward and sometimes crass. But tonight… She's different, soft around the edges. It makes June’s head spin; the tenderness, the steadfastness of Nora’s ministrations sending June into an even deeper spiral.
This was uncharted territory for them; they’ve seen each other at their best and worst, uncovered almost every embarrassing, negligible detail of each other. Yet, this was so far off the scale of ground they’ve covered, June still finds it unexpected that Nora is so amenable to do this for her.
my tags are always open <3
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sighonaraa · 4 months
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Any of your WIPs that you weren’t asked about that you want to chat about? Or anything else you want to share about one you were?
YES I WOULD IN FACT!!! so this one is one that is not on the list because i actually just brainstormed it up today while shouting about de-aging fics with the wonderful @asteria-argo and now i must subject all of you to hearing about it as well:
the ending where you finally find your way home (tentative title)
AKA the fic wherein, in the middle of a 33-year-old jamie tartt's retirement party, a fuckery of the universe occurs and in the space between one heartbeat and the next, 23-year-old jamie is standing in the place of his older self. and he hasn't got any memories of the last ten years at all.
everyone panics. jamie panics the most and pretends he's not by lashing out at anybody who gets close, but especially roy, who for some reason is nearing 50 and seems to love 33-year-old jamie a hell of a lot for someone who's professed an undying hatred for him multiple times. actually, scratch that. the entire team seems to love this 33-year-old jamie a hell of a lot. and no matter how mean 23-year-old jamie is to them now, how much he bites and kicks, they just. keep. being. kind. and colin's got a husband? and isaac has two daughters? and there's this dani rojas character who keeps wanting to hug him? it's a lot. it's weird. but it's also... nice. in a way. he supposes.
oh, and also? apparently his 33-year-old self cut their dad out of his life a long time ago. but that can't be right.
tl;dr: this is the fic wherein a 23-year-old jamie gets all the love he deserved to have at that age, and it's all because of the life he managed to build and choose for himself.
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ultimatedirk · 2 years
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Currently writing a ROTTMNT fic where Donnie and Leo have a celebration called "Twin Day" where just the both of them hang out together and end the day w/ a gift exchange.
It's Donnie's favourite event of the year and he plans it meticulously months in advance, the fic will be exploring autism related emotionally attachments and Donnie's thought process on almost losing Leo post-kraang during their holiday.
I'll be posting a link to it on a post once I'm done :-)
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hermitdrabbles56 · 1 year
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I can't find the quote that inspired this fic but basically it's about why Twilight is careful how and when he shows his anger. It's been sitting in my drabbles box for months and hhhh just take it.
Aren't You Angry
"What's going on?"  Time's worried voice draws everyone's attention briefly away from the scene in front of them, but is quickly forgotten.  "Sir…she got knocked into me, all I was trying to do was keep her from falling.." Twilight's voice comes out calm and even toned despite the small mob that was starting to form around him. Legend at his side and looking just about ready to kill someone, but Twilights hand spread open against his chest is keeping him in place for now.  "Yeah right we know what your kind is like! Ruffians looking to take anything they want, outsiders like you swoop in and steal our goods, go after our women and ravage our homes before taking off!" The villager in front of Twilight is about two heads shorter but has puffed himself up. Hissing and spitting his words like a feral cat. "Don't think we haven't seen how you've been slinking around!"  "All that I'm guilty of, is looking for a good book and hoping to find some arrows for sale…I'm just a passing traveler.."  "A look like that and we all can tell you're nothing more than bandit scum." An old woman spits.  "Why you-" Legend shifts to go for her and Twilight catches him again. "He's been out there fighting monsters to keep you assholes safe!"  "Legend don't…"  "No! Fuck this bullshit!"  "What you want us to believe, a freak of nature like this is here to help!" Another man shouts.  Suddenly comments begin to flood the area.  "Marks of the devil!" "The look of a theif"  "Shifty attitude!"  Twilight pulls Legend closer and closer as he carefully tries to back away from the crowd. The anger of the villagers boiling up quickly before everyone's eyes and reaching a fast snapping point, as a stone comes flying out of nowhere and clocks Twilight in the side of the head. Grimacing in pain he curls around Legend a bit to make sure he won't get hit, but it also puts him in range as a woman grabs him by the ear and yanks him to the side, nearly throwing him off balance.  "Look at this he's even filed his teeth into that of a beast!"  "He's a danger!"  "Get out of our village!!"  "Enough!!"  A crack of deafening thunder splits through the sky. Stopping the riot before it can go further.  "You are speaking to a hero of the realm! And if you say one more word you'll be answering to me!"  The crowd parts to where Hyrule stands on the opposite end. Lighting crackling at his fingertips and the edges of his eyes. Sky not too far behind him looking just as pissed, but letting the traveler take the lead. Stalking forward through the crowd Hyrule and the chosen hero beeline straight for Twilight. The largest of them having curled in on himself to make himself smaller. Hand held to his head to try and staunch the bleeding that the rock had started, while also covering the ear that had been yanked on. Legend having finally gotten out of his grasp and protecting his other side.  "You're okay..I'll fix you up right away…." Hyrule whispers as he looks the cut over, careful not to touch because of the lightning still zipping between his fingers.  "I'll be fine..I'm sorry.."  "Don't you dare start with that…come..let's just get you back to the inn.." Hyrule murmurs carefully.  With a quick shake of his head Twilight straightens a slight bit. "Im…gonna find a place in the woods, I won't cause more trouble by staying.."  "We'll all…find a place in the woods." Time states as he finally makes his way over. His one eyed glare passing over every one of the stunned villagers.  "Has everyone gotten what they need..?" Sky asks firmly as he looks around at their brothers who are now circling Twilight. Pleased to get a chorus of nods.  "Then let's get back to Epona and get out of here.." Hyrule states carefully as anger continues to boil in his tone.
°•○•° "You don't have to use your magic, I'll be just fine." Twilight says with that soft kind smile of his.  Hyrule though is having none of it. Palm glowing a gentle gold as he hovers his hand over the cut until it's gone, even giving a light pass over the ear that had been tugged. Then promptly runs his fingers gingerly through Twilight's hair, glad when the wolf hero carefully leans into his touch.  
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total-dxmure · 2 months
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ೃ࿔ cherry flavored mini series masterlist (guitarist!ellie x rock star! reader)
your guitarist was carted off to rehab after just one month into your recent tour. fuck. there’s only one thing you can do, and that’s hire a replacement. your band thinks it’s going to be nearly impossible to find someone that is on the same level of talent as your “beloved” guitarist. you don’t have high hopes that anyone can nail the songs quite like he did either, if you’re being brutally honest. enter ellie- she’s a mega fan. the girl knows every lyric and note like the back of her hand. . . and everything about you, which isn’t creepy at all. her apparent obsession with you is something that you and your tour manager can overlook if it means carrying on with the rest of the tour. forced proximity with a stalker-level fan . . . what’s the worst thing that could happen?
𖦹 chapter one- ellie’s somehow managed to land her smack dab in the middle of your glitzy world. the only problem? she has no clue that you’re “in the know” about her little obsession with you. after catching you in your hotel with two groupies she lets her anger be known. she’s trying to figure out some way to get you to like her, all while you’re excited about having a new toy to play with.
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dark--whisperings · 7 days
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✒️ WIP WEDNESDAY ✒️
Another Wednesday, another WIP Wednesday, and more feral fic snippets from yours truly!
Today's teaser is from the third chapter of my 5+1 "Inextricably Yours", which will be posted tomorrow. Keep your eyes peeled, folx! 👀👀👀
The raspy greeting shocked Obi-Wan out of his scandalous stupor.  Scrambling to back away, he tripped over his own foot, barely catching himself before he collapsed to the floor.  It was ungainly, reminiscent of someone who had forgotten how to properly put one foot in front of the other after imbibing in one drink too many.  His back hit the—now closed—door behind him with a definitive thump. “I…ah, I—I wasn’t…”  Obi-Wan licked his lips and trailed off nervously. That was a lie. He had been.  His traitorous cock had absolutely swelled against the seam of his trousers at the bewitching sight of his former padawan’s self-pleasure. Obi-Wan was a hypocrite. He was an abysmal Master, an utter disgrace to the Jedi, a terrible— “You weren’t…?”  Anakin prompted, the frustratingly arrogant tone stopping the self-flagellating spiral in its tracks.  “You’ve already used that excuse—rather poorly I might add.  Try again.”
See y'all next week! ✨💖
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lintubintu · 2 months
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*sigh*
Now I have to/want to write a vampire Jere fic too.
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lifeofclonewars · 3 months
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Should Rex still knight Echo with a handprint in the marching au yes or yes
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mooseonahunt · 6 months
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It ain’t much but it’s honest work
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baambastic · 4 months
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Woo, one scene of eight done for my Billy Batson vs. Poseidon fic! Snippet below the read more:
“You can count on me, Cap’n!” Captain Marvel answered with a salute. He took off into the air.
Within moments, he was hovering above the swirling whirlpool. He wasn’t sure how big whirlpools were supposed to get, but this one seemed kind of small. Easy enough to stop if he pulled a trick out of the Flash’s book and flew around it underwater in the opposite direction.
Before the Captain could take action, however, he was interrupted by a strange sight: the whirlpool was rising. The water inexplicably swirled upwards into the air, easily reaching thirty feet, just a few feet short of where Captain Marvel was hovering. From there, the water spun faster and faster as it coalesced into the form of a man with long hair and dressed in a watery chiton and chlamys. The man’s body was only formed from the waist up, whatever legs he might have had unseen below the ocean’s roiling surface.
Captain Marvel got a sinking feeling in his gut. This couldn’t be good. He ran through his mental list of bad guys, trying to think if any of them were made of water and also sixty feet tall. He came up blank.
He might as well figure out what this dude’s deal was, then. Floating down to the water man’s eye level, Captain Marvel waved in greeting. “Hey, mister… ocean guy! What brings you here?” He tried to smile as invitingly as he could.
The water man’s eyes didn’t have discernible pupils, but Captain Marvel could still feel his gaze turn to him. Those eyes had a weight to them, ancient and imposing.
The water man spoke. “Are you the one responsible for saving that sinking ship?” He sounded pissed.
Captain Marvel rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, I am. Got everyone to shore, safe and sound. Why, did you already call dibs on saving them?”
The water composing the giant’s body swirled faster. “No, I did not. Begone from my sight, little Champion,” he demanded. “I have an unfinished task to complete.”
Crap. The Captain put on a false grin; best to try and keep things from escalating. “Hey, you know who I am! That’s cool, that’s cool,” he said. “But, well, it sounds like you have a bone to pick with the people who were on that ship, and, you know, I kinda can’t let you hurt them. If you try something, I’m gonna have to stop you, mister water giant.”
The man laughed at that. Captain Marvel could feel the sound of it vibrating in his bones, and he could swear he heard the earth shake in response, even at the bottom of the sea.
After a few minutes, the giant’s laughter finally quieted, and he spoke, all mirth bled from his voice. “You have no idea of that which you trifle, boy.” He drew out the word, condescending and dismissive. “I am Sea-Lord and Earth-Shaker! You mortals once venerated me as Lord of the Underworld—most of your world is my domain!” He leaned in close to Captain Marvel, face mere feet away as his watery hair flowed out to surround the Captain. “And you think you can stop me from taking those ants’ lives?”
Double crap.
This guy was Poseidon.
He was talking to Poseidon.
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nocoastposts · 3 months
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I started a new Firstprince smut WIP and the working title is “Mean Henry Is Mean”.
Do with that what you will.
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