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Six Sentence Sunday
Happy Sunday everyone!! Thanks for the tags @blackberrysummerblog and @artsyunderstudy!!
This week I’ve done the big three: writing, editing, and ignoring my wips, with perhaps a bit more of the last one than I’d like. Most of my writing this week has been for an exchange fic for a different fandom, which I finally finished the rough draft of. Cue the celebration. However, even if I wanted to share anything from that, I can’t, it must remain hush-hush, but I am getting pretty excited to share it (and way more excited about receiving my own exchange fic back, this whole thing is very fun).
I’ve written less than 300 words on my COBB this week, and none of them are good, but I have gotten some editing done of Proof of Life. I can’t share any more snippets of the next chapter though because I’ve shared too much already. So instead, I figured I’d do a bit of a process post this time around, because I always love reading those. Check that out under the cut! (and i'm sorry this is long, i still have not learned brevity)
So my editing process isn’t too crazy, and is brought to you almost entirely by google docs comments. I also use the word ‘editing’ very loosely to encompass rewriting, revising, and proofreading. Sometimes editing means completely rewriting a scene/section, sometimes it just means switching around a couple of words or cleaning up a sentence.
Mostly, I try not to take everything so seriously, because I know that I could edit something forever and ever and never post it if I let myself get too carried away. So I try to keep everything pretty chill. So here’s my steps I go through for each chapter that I edit.
Step One: Reread the whole chapter. While I do this, I’ll leave comments on big picture things. “Maybe move this scene into the next chapter” or “The dialogue in this scene feels stilted” but I don’t add a lot of comments at this point. Once I’m done with this I’ll copy over any comments I had on the first draft or the beta reader copy over into the ‘draft two’ document.
Step Two: COMMENTS. Again, my fics are brought to you by google doc comments. I like to go through from the bottom up, reading scene by scene and leaving comments on pretty much every single sentence.
A lot of the time (read: most of the time) these are really vague like:
And sometimes these are more detailed like:
And occasionally these are compliments
Step Three: Once the whole chapter is filled with comments, I go through scene by scene (in whatever order speaks to me), and rewrite, edit, or fix sections. This part I find really fun, because I’m taking parts that aren’t good yet and I’m making them better. I love fixing things and getting rid of all the comments. It typically ends up being a lot of rewriting, but I always finish a scene feeling better about it then when I started.
For example, here’s the draft one vs. draft two version of a snippet from the first chapter of Proof of Life. This is one of the scenes I pretty much rewrote. Others look a lot more similar to their original versions.
Original:
Edited:
Step Four: Then before I post a chapter, I’ll read through the whole thing and sometimes find smaller bits to fix. Then I’ll run it through a grammar checker and ignore half of their suggestions in the name of ✨style ✨.
Overall, I feel like I have a pretty basic editing strategy and I’m really pleased with it. Even though sometimes I feel like more robust edits would make everything way better, it’s a good mix of fixing things but not spending too much time on it. I remember I spent like a month on editing the very first fic I posted at that was only 6k words. If I kept doing that for everything, I'd never post anything at all. With fanfiction, I know that y'all will be nice to me even though it's never perfect <333
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Mafia's Mistress pt. 1 | N.R
MafiaBoss!Natasha x Civilian!YoungerReader
Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), kinda manipulative Nat, Oral and fingering (r receiving), restraints, begging, edging and normal stuff :v
Word Count: 4,8 K
A/N: First of many parts is here! I want to post about it every Sunday, so if you want to be tagged, let me know and have fun! 🫱🏼🫲🏻
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Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined that you would be sitting in such a large penthouse, with hundreds of security guards around you who only have one order: to keep you safe.
Never would you have thought that you would no longer have to worry about money, or what you would do if you were running low at the end of the month. Never would you have thought that this one person would turn out to be the strongest and most feared woman in the world.
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In the heart of the bustling city, where neon lights painted the streets pink and blue, you hurriedly made your way through the crowded sidewalks, your heart pounding with excitement and fear as you clutched your books tightly to your chest.
The rhythmic hum of the city enveloped you, a symphony of car horns, distant chatter, and the occasional street performer's tune. As you rounded a corner, your hasty steps faltered, causing you to collide with a figure cloaked in shadow. A gasp escaped your lips as you stumbled back, your books slipping from your grasp and scattering across the sidewalk like fallen leaves.
Your heart was racing in your chest as you looked up, your eyes widening in surprise as you met the piercing gaze of a woman in front of you. She stand tall and imposing, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall, framing a face that exuded an aura of mystery and danger. Your breath caught, a mixture of fear and curiosity swirling inside you like a tempestuous storm.
The woman bore into you with a piercing gaze, studying you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, the tension thickening like syrup as the world around you seemed to fade into the background.
"I-I'm so sorry," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
The woman's expression remained invisible as she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, her gaze still on you. The silence between you stretched, full of unspoken questions and unspoken emotions. “You don’t need to apologize,” her voice was a melodic blend of honey and ice, each word carefully weighed and imbued with a hidden depth that sent a chill down your spine once again. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, had an enigmatic glow, as if they could see through your innermost being and unravel the layers of your soul with a single glance.
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As you and the woman settled into a cozy corner of the bustling cafe, the scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped you in a warm embrace. You couldn’t help but cast coy glances at the woman in front of you.
“So,” Natasha, how she introduced herself began with silky elegance as she took a sip of her coffee, “What made you offer me a coffee as an apology?” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the weight of guilt once again weighing on your heart. "I just felt really bad about bumping into you," you admit, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "And I wanted to make it up to you somehow."
Natasha looked at you with a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you certainly know how to make a first impression," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I have to admit, I was a little surprised by your offer." You couldn't help but feel a wave of relief at Natasha's words, your fear melting away like snow under the warm spring sun.
"I'm glad you accepted," you say, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I was worried you'd find it weird." Natasha giggled softly, which was music to your ears. "Believe me, I've encountered far stranger things in my line of work," she said cryptically, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "But I have to admit, this is a first for me." As you both talked, Natasha's phone buzzed incessantly in her pocket, a constant reminder of the world outside her little bubble.
With practiced ease, she discreetly checked her messages, her expression unreadable as she absorbed the information being relayed to her. You can't help but notice the subtle change in Natasha's demeanor, the way her expression softened ever so slightly as she glanced at her phone.
Before you could think about it any further, Natasha pocketed her phone and turned her attention back to you, a small smile playing on her lips. "So, tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you're not bumping into mysterious strangers on the street?"
Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the question, your fingers tightening around your coffee cup.
"Um, my name is Y/n, I'm a journalist.." When you told her, Natasha's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, her eyes widening with interest. "Journalist?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with curiosity. "That's.. fascinating. Why did you choose this profession?" Your heart skipped a beat at Natasha's genuine interest, a warmth spreading through you as she realized Natasha was genuinely interested in you. "I've always loved telling stories," you explain, your voice growing more confident with each word. "As a journalist, I can shed light on important issues and give a voice to those who need it most."
Natasha leaned closer to you, her eyes shining with admiration. "That's incredibly noble," she said seriously, her words making you tremble with excitement. "I have to admit, I've never met a journalist before. This must be quite an adventure." As they continued to chat, you felt her opening up to Natasha in a way she hadn't with anyone else. Natasha's genuine interest calmed you down and made you feel valued and appreciated.
You gathered up all your courage and decided to ask Natasha's question herself, "What do you do for a living?" Natasha's smile disappeared for a split second, a barely perceptible hint of hesitation crossing her face before she regained her composure. "Oh, I work in marketing," she answered smoothly, her voice betraying none of the uncertainty that lingered in her head.
"That sounds interesting too," you say in a polite tone, trying to hide your lingering curiosity. “What do you like most about it?” Natasha’s smile widened, relief flooding through her as you accepted her answer without further questioning, “I love the creative aspect of it,” Natasha replied, her words flowing effortlessly as she slipped into the role of the confident professional. “Coming up with new ideas and strategies to promote products and services is a challenge, but a rewarding one.”
As the two of you continued your conversation in the cozy corner of the busy cafe, Natasha couldn’t help but notice the genuine warmth and innocence you exuded. Despite the complexity of her own life and the secrets she kept, Natasha found herself drawn to the simplicity and sincerity of your interaction.
It was rare that she let her guard down and had a conversation without the weight of her past weighing on her, but with you, it felt effortless.
As your conversation reached its peak, however, Natasha’s phone buzzed with an urgent message. Her expression remained stoic as she looked at the screen, "Y/n, I'm sorry, but I have to go," Natasha said in an apologetic tone as she quickly packed up her things. "Something came up at work."
Your heart sank at the abrupt change of plans, but you nodded in understanding, hiding your disappointment behind a polite smile. "Of course, I hope everything is okay?"
Natasha smiled reassuringly at you, although there was something unreadable in her eyes. "Everything will be fine," she said with more conviction than you expected.
Before you could even offer to pay for her coffee, Natasha quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet.
"Let me take care of this, as a thank you for the time," Natasha insisted, her voice firm but gentle as she approached the counter to settle the bill. Despite the haste in her movements, Natasha's demeanor remained calm, her actions swift and purposeful.
You watched in surprise as Natasha paid for both coffees, a small gesture that spoke volumes amidst the chaos of her abrupt departure.
"Thank you," you say quietly as you walk towards the door. Natasha smiled warmly at you, her eyes softening with genuine affection. "It was a pleasure, Y/n," she replied in a soft voice, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Take care of yourself, okay?"
And with that, Natasha disappeared into the busy streets of the city, leaving you standing alone in the entrance of the cafe.
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Dark clouds loomed over you as you moved stealthily through the deserted alleys of the city, your camera at the ready and your senses on high alert. You had received an anonymous tip about illegal dealings taking place in secret, and you were determined to gather evidence for your next story.
As you carefully snapped photos of the desolate surroundings, you didn't notice the figure lurking behind it until it was almost too late. With a startled gasp, you stumbled backwards, your heart racing as you turned to face the unexpected intruder.
To your surprise, Natasha stood before you, a shadowy figure in the dimly lit alley. Your breath caught as you met Natasha's piercing gaze, a feeling of unease settling over you like a thick fog.
"N-Natasha?" you greet carefully, your voice tinged with suspicion as you eye the woman in front of you.
Natasha's expression softened as she looked at you with amusement, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. "Well, what a surprise to see you again," Natasha remarked with a wry smile. "Are you following me by any chance?"
Your suspicion grew at Natasha's light-hearted remark, your head racing with questions about the woman's true intentions. "I could ask you the same," you reply, your tone tinged with skepticism as you watch Natasha's every move.
Natasha's smile vanished for a moment, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face before she regained her composure. "Touché," she replied with a giggle, although there was a hint of tension in her voice. "Maybe we're just two ships passing each other in the night."
As raindrops began to fall from the darkening sky, Natasha's demeanor changed and a mischievous glint came into her eyes. "Looks like it's about to pour," she remarked with a mischievous grin. "Why don't we leave this desolate alley and find somewhere more.. inviting?"
You nod, still stunned that you've met again. As you make your way to a slightly brighter area, you can't shake the feeling that Natasha is looking you up and down and you speak up again,
"So..." you begin, your voice laced with suspicion as you glance sideways at the enigmatic woman next to you. "What were you really doing back there? Looking for your next victim?"
You try to lighten the mood with a mischievous joke, although the tension between you was somehow palpable. Natasha chuckled softly, her eyes flickering with amusement as she considered your joke. "See through it..." she replied ironically, her voice laced with a hint of desire. "But I'm afraid the truth is far less exciting than you might think."
Your brow furrowed in confusion, your mind racing to decipher Natasha's cryptic words. "Less exciting?" you repeat, your voice laced with uncertainty. Natasha nodded, her expression carefully neutral as she met your gaze. "Yes," she replied quietly, her mind preoccupied with the image of you in her bed. What?
"You know, I was... hoping to find someone and I seem to have gotten a little carried away and ended up in the right place at the right time." Natasha's excuse and lie took a completely different turn than she had originally intended. But better this way than that.
Your eyes widened as you realized what Natasha had said and your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "Oh," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I understand." Natasha's desire burned even hotter at your reaction, her head racing at the thought of having you all to herself. What is wrong with her?
"How about it?" Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your composure. Your mind was clouded by Natasha's proximity. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I mean, I shouldn't have... um, whatever." But Natasha's desire burned too fiercely to be ignored, and she couldn't resist the temptation to take what she wanted. "You know what?" she said suddenly, her tone dripping with seduction. "Since you're already here, why don't you come to my place? I could make us something to eat and then we'll see where it takes us, what do you think?" Your eyes widened in surprise at Natasha's unexpected invitation, your heart racing with excitement and concern.
"Oh, I don't know..." you begin, your voice full of uncertainty. But Natasha's desire burned too fiercely to be suppressed, and she couldn't resist the urge to push you further. "We can just eat. Continue our conversation from the coffee shop.” she said now in a gentle tone so as not to push her away
And when you hesitated for a moment and uncertainty flickered in your eyes, Natasha's unwavering gaze and her energetic tone convinced you to take the leap into the unknown. “But you promise me not to kill me in secret, okay?” Natasha rolled her eyes inwardly, your sweet little manner does something to her. “Promise.”
You had imagined her area exactly like that. Natasha seems classy, elegant to you and so does her apartment. Small, simple, modern. Her interior looks exactly like that. She goes into the kitchen, “Are you of legal age yet?” The question threw you off track a little, was that ironic? Did she mean it - “That was a joke... loosening up, you're stiff.” You smile nervously. Maybe it all happened too quickly for you. Natasha puts two wine glasses on the table and brings a bottle of water, "Take what you want," she leans across from you. You sit on the plush sofa and wait for something. Anything.
"You know, I'm not used to getting to know people." You were glad that she finally said something, so you could at least carry on a conversation now, "That's it. You're going to kill me." You answer sarcasm-wise. Natasha grinned again, "What makes you always think that?" You unconsciously bite your lip and scratch the rim of the glass in your hand with your nails. "I don't know...You...Please don't take this negatively, but you look like that sometimes.." As you continue to babble about your own words, Natasha only thinks one thing. That's how it should be.
Natasha laughed softly and put her glass on the table. "Well, maybe I just like to keep the people around me guessing. Am I a killer? Am I just a poor, lonely woman looking for her pleasure in the night? Or something else entirely? It's exciting to reveal who you really are, bit by bit. It's a dance of seduction...and I like to think I'm an artist in that regard."
You felt your pulse quicken and your gaze fell to Natasha's lips. "I wouldn't mind seeing you like this..." You put everything on the line. You want her.
Natasha shifted in her seat, a devilish glint in her eyes. "You say that like you're ready for a private performance," she teased. You met her gaze, the tension in the room running like a wire. "Maybe I am..." you admitted. Natasha's mouth twisted into a slow, knowing smile. With a quick movement, she drank the rest of her wine and raised her eyebrow. "Well, since this seems to be the premiere of a solo exhibition, maybe I should leave the stage and take a bow."
You felt your face turn red. "I-I'd love to," you said, your breath catching. Natasha rose, an aura of seductive confidence surrounding her like a second skin as she walked around the coffee table. You watched, heart pounding, as Natasha stood between your outstretched legs. Slowly, she reached for your water glass and placed it next to her own, her movements deliberate and graceful. "I want your full attention," she murmured, her minty breath blowing against your face.
You nodded, your voice catching in your throat as Natasha lowered herself and your lips met in a feverish kiss. You felt Natasha's hands brush against your sides. Natasha chucked, her voice glowing with desire. "You're so nervous." She pulled back, her piercing green eyes meeting yours.
"Let me help you." Natasha's hands began to explore your body, her touch like fire on your skin. Slowly, she unbuttoned your blouse, her lips brushing against your neck with each button she unbuttoned. You arched your back and moaned softly as Natasha's lips touched your bare skin and her tongue found its way to the curve of your breast.
Natasha teased your nipples with her teeth, pulling and sucking until you were squirming in her lap and your fingers were clutching Natasha's red locks. Natasha's hands moved further down and reached for the zipper of your jeans. She pulled it down slowly, her fingers brushing against your inner thigh. You bit your lip and your hips jerked as Natasha's hand entered your panties and found them soaking wet and ready for her touch.
Natasha teased your opening, her fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements that made you squirm with desire. "N-Natasha.." you gasped, your fingers clinging tighter to Natasha's hair. "Don't tease m-me.." Natasha groaned and her fingers continued to dance over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "You wanted a private showing. I'll give it to you," Natasha purred, her fingers dipping into your wetness. She stroked you slowly and teasingly before sliding two fingers inside you.
You moaned and your head fell back as Natasha's fingers began to move in a steady rhythm. Natasha's thumb circled your clit, increasing the pressure inside you. "O-Oh.." you gasped, your hands grabbing Natasha's shoulders. Natasha grinned as she felt the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers. "You like that?" she taunted in a deep, sensual voice. "You like how I fuck you with my fingers and make you wetter than ever?"
You could only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Natasha continued to stroke you. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body shaking with pleasure. Natasha's fingers were relentless, driving you higher and higher until you were a writhing mess on her lap. Suddenly Natasha pulled her fingers out, making you gasp in need.
"No, no, no," you whimper, your body begging for more. Natasha giggled, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Patience, I'm not done with you yet." She stood up, took your hands and pulled you up with her. Natasha led you to the nearby wall, pressing your back against it as you lowered your head to hide your noises from her. She could feel your hands wandering over her body, Natasha's hips grinding against you, searching for friction.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Y/n?" You nodded, your breath catching as Natasha's teeth grazed your neck. "Yes, please..” you pleaded, your voice hoarse with desire. Natasha's lips curved into a smile against your skin and she reached for the button of her own jeans. With a wave of her hand, they opened, revealing matching lacy underwear that left little to the imagination. You couldn't help but stare, your mouth going dry as Natasha stepped closer, your bodies snuggled close together. "Do you like what you see?" Natasha purred, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Then let me show you more."
Natasha reached out a hand to you, "Excited?" Skeptically, you followed Natasha close on her heels as the red-haired woman led you through her sprawling home. You meandered through the luxurious interior, which was decorated with sleek, modern furniture. Some rooms were light and airy, while others were softly lit with lamps and strategically placed candles.
You reached a room door hidden in a dark, secluded hallway, different from the rest of the house. Your heart raced, and your anticipation grew. This had to be her bedroom.
Natasha turned, looked over her shoulder, and caught your eye. "One thing I want to make sure of. If you feel uncomfortable, we can always go back to the living room, okay?"
Her green eyes shone with dark passion. You swallowed hard and nodded. You were nervous and excited at the same time with the anticipation of what was to come. Natasha smiled, her mouth twisting into a mischievous grin as she opened the door. "Welcome to my playroom," Natasha purred, reaching for a dimmer switch that gently bathed the room in a soft, seductive light.
Your eyes widened at the sight before you. Leather-clad walls were adorned with provocative artwork depicting scenes of bondage and domination. A steel frame loomed menacingly in one corner, and the air was filled with an indefinable, dark eroticism. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Your breath caught as you took in the room, your body tingling with excitement and your stomach fluttering. Natasha stepped forward, her heels clicking imperiously on the stone floor. "What do you think?" You look at everything, let a few things slide through your hands and turn back to her, "I've always read about it...but never thought I'd...you know." Natasha smiled gently, "You don't have to be afraid. I promise you'd enjoy it." The voice was hypnotic, her words weaving a sensual spell. You nod, unable to find your voice as you surrendered to the moment.
Natasha moved closer to you, your bodies touching. Her hand reached out, gently caressing your cheek before moving down to her neck and resting gently on her pulse. "There's something about you. You're curious, exciting and open-minded. I want to show you what I like, what I love and what I desire. I want you to trust me and enjoy every moment. Surrender and I will guide you through an unforgettable experience."
Natasha's voice echoed through the room and you felt a surge of lust and adrenaline building in yours. You nodded again and whispered, "I trust you." With a mischievous grin, Natasha led you to the imposing steel bondage frame. She began to remove your clothing layer by layer, revealing your pale skin and the goosebumps that covered your body. Her fingers gently stroked your trembling body, increasing your anticipation.
You stood there, trembling with desire, as Natasha secured your wrists and ankles to a frame with soft, velvety shackles. Unyielding metal surrounded you, holding you captive, but instead of being afraid, you felt an incredible sense of freedom. Your body was at the mercy of this woman, this mysterious and sensual creature in front of you. Natasha moved around you, admiring you from every angle. "You're breathtaking," she murmured, running her fingertips over your torso.
You gasped at the touch, the warmth of Natasha's hand sending shivers down your spine. Your chest heaved, your heart pounding in your ears. Natasha's eyes locked on yours, and you knew that this woman had completely captivated you. "Do you trust me, Y/n?" Natasha asked in a deep and sensual voice.
"Yes," you whisper, unable to hide the desire etched on your face. Natasha's grin widened. "Good." And with that, she leaned forward, her lips pressed against yours with insatiable hunger. Their mouths moved in sync, exploring each other, their tongues dancing with each other like old lovers reuniting after a long separation. You moaned as Natasha's hand moved between your legs, parting your labia and finding your clit. She stroked it gently, sending waves of pleasure through your trembling body.
You whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut. Natasha continued to caress and tease you, moving her hand to gently thrust two fingers into your wet heat. Your hips bucked wildly, your body begging for more. Natasha grinned against your lips and thrust harder and faster, her fingertips grazing your G-spot.
You gasped, your whole body shaking as the familiar pressure of an orgasm built inside you. Natasha's lips found your ear, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't come yet. Not until I give you permission."
You continued to whimper and your eyes fluttered shut. "Please, Natasha," you begged, your voice hoarse and desperate, getting closer and closer to the edge of your climax. "No, not yet..." Natasha growled. "If you can't follow simple instructions, I'll have to punish you. And believe me, you don't want that." Natasha's voice was heavy with desire, her words silky and coated with promises.
Your body trembled, your breath caught as you shook your head. Natasha's hand moved away from your sex, making you tremble with anticipation. She stood behind you, her body pressed against yours from behind, her hands gripping your hips.
"Good girl," Natasha whispered in your ear, her lips brushing your earlobes. She trailed her lips down your neck, biting and sucking gently. "Please…" you begged, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. Natasha's hands moved from your hips, up your torso, tracing the curve of your breast before reaching up to gently grip your neck.
"Not yet," she said again, her voice a low rumble in your ear. Despite the pain between her legs, you breathed deeply and evenly, concentrating on the heady mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. Natasha's fingers on your neck sent shivers down your spine, the metal frame in your back a constant, comforting reminder of your vulnerability.
You were hoarse, desperate and full of longing. Natasha's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes shining with desire as she slowly sank to her knees. Her hands slid over your trembling thighs, gently pushing them apart and giving her unhindered access.
Your breath caught as Natasha's tongue darted out and circled your aching clitoris in slow, deliberate circles. You shuddered, the mixture of lust and anticipation driving you wild. With each stroke of Natasha's tongue, your hips bucked, a soft moan escaping your lips. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, the buildup of your orgasm threatening to overwhelm you. But Natasha didn't let you come yet.
"Beg for it," she commanded in a firm but hoarse voice. The command made you shudder. You were soaking wet and aching for release, but you held back, enjoying the delicious agony. "Please, Natasha, make me come. I'm begging you!!”
But Natasha was relentless, refusing to let you find your release. Instead, she teased you with slow, gentle flicks of her tongue, occasionally sucking your swollen clit into her mouth. Your toes curled, your fingers clenched into fists as Natasha continued her torture. "F-Fuck, Natasha, I'm so c-close.." you whimper, trying to push your hips against Natasha's mouth.
But Natasha's grip on your thighs tightened, holding you still and prolonging her torment. "Do you deserve to come?" Natasha asked, her voice muffled against your smooth skin. She felt like an agonizing tease on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. "Yes, yes I do.." you gasped, your head spinning with lust and desperation.
Natasha's giggle sent shivers down your spine. With one final agonizing flick of her tongue, she granted you a reprieve, sending you spinning over the edge with devastating precision. “You can let go, Malysh.”
"Yes, fuck YES!" you screamed, arching your back as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over your body. Natasha continued to tease and probe, prolonging every last tremor until you were left breathless and limp in your bonds. You stand there, panting and shaking, enjoying the euphoria coursing through your veins.
Natasha stands up, her eyes dark with desire, and leans in to whisper in your ear. "You know what I mean, Detka? That was just a taste," Natasha murmurs, her lips brushing your earlobes. "I want to give you more, so much more. Will you let me?" You nod exhaustedly, your breath catching with every word Natasha speaks in your ear. You were helpless, tied up and at the mercy of this woman. You couldn't resist the lure of what Natasha was offering you. "Good girl," Natasha praised, her voice heavy with desire.
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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday
Thanks @welcometololaland @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @junebugclaremontdiaz for the tags!
*weary sigh* So I'm still sick, which means I've been doing a lot of lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself and scrolling tiktok, and I... may have fallen down a rabbit hole. Between this and all the clamouring on sex club spanking for a sequel, my WIP list is now up to an even 60. Send help.
Alex is grinning as he reads the name he’s drawn, but Henry sees it—the way his smile goes fixed and brittle, the smallest of twitches between his eyebrows—and he knows what’s coming even before Pez leans over Alex’s shoulder and smirks, microphone pressed to his lips.
“Alex Claremont-Diaz dancing with… Henry Fox-Mountchristen.” Alex practically stalks over to where Henry’s sitting, thrusting a hand out with the air of a man feeding one of his favourite appendages to a particularly hungry lion. Henry wonders if anyone else recognises how much fun Pez is having with this when he adds: “We are in for a treat with this one, folks.”
“Why the fuck do you follow, anyway?” The words barely escape through Alex’s clenched teeth. “Don’t you think it would be more appropriate for you to lead?”
“Because I’m a man?” Henry has his competition face on as much as Alex does, so he hopes when he quirks his eyebrow it looks teasing rather than challenging. “Bit of an outdated position to hold, don’t you think?”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Not because you’re a guy, Jesus. Because you’re fucking eight feet tall with legs for days.”
Henry blinks, suddenly unclear as to the exact turn this conversation has taken.
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5.3 Lily
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,
Word Count: 500
Previously On...: Bucky got a call from Lily, wanting to know where he was. He lied to her, of course. That definitely won't come back to bite him in the ass.
A/N: Sorry this is so late going up! Had a last-minute Mother's Day dinner with the family, and then some quality time with @cazellen, and when you add on an hour+ drive each way, it ended up eating my entire evening. But! I wouldn't leave you hanging, so here is today's update, just... six hours late :(
Also, PLEASE NOTE: There is one more section of Chapter 5 to go up tomorrow, and then I will be taking a one-week break from posting so I can focus on writing. So, Chapter 6 will start on Sunday, May 19th. I probably will not be as active on here as I normally am, so if you send me a message and I don't respond right away, it's because I'm busy making more content for you!
NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates
Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!
Lily clutched her phone to her chest, shocked. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had lied to her. She couldn’t believe it. Her best friend had lied to her about what he was doing and who he was with.
She hadn’t planned on coming to the Compound that night– she’d realized she’d forgotten some files in her office that she needed to look over before she went back to work on Monday, and had just stopped in to pick them up. She figured, since she was there, she might as well go see what Bucky and Sam were up to. She didn’t want to crash their boys’ night, per se, but if they happened to invite her to join them? Well, how could she refuse such an invitation?
That’s why it came as such a shock when she rounded the corner to the rec room and saw Sam and Steve, in front of the large television, watching football together, and Bucky nowhere in sight. She hung back for a few moments, giving him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he’d been in the bathroom, or in the kitchen grabbing snacks. But when fifteen minutes went by, then thirty, and Bucky still hadn’t shown himself, she began to worry.
She was about to barge into the room and demand answers from Sam and Steve, when she heard them talking during a commercial break.
“So, how do you think the date’s going?” Steve asked Sam.
“Knowing Tin Man, I’d usually say ‘terribly,’” Sam said with a laugh, “but this girl seems to actually like him, so who the hell knows? I guess it depends on what time he comes home tonight… or tomorrow morning, doesn’t it?”
Lily brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp as she backed away from the entrance to the rec room.
No. No, no, no, no, no, she thought. He wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t just start seeing someone without telling her, warning her, would he?
So, she’d called him.
“I promised Sam we’d do guys’ night,” he’d told her at brunch, the lie coming so smoothly off his lips. But she’d heard a woman’s voice on the line with him.
Lies.
And then, he’d snapped “I already told you what I was doing… You don’t have to keep checking up on me.” He’d never used that exasperated tone with her before. Never. And to just hang up on her, without even a proper goodbye?
She felt hurt. She felt betrayed. In their years of friendship, Bucky had never lied to her before, had he? And why? Why now? Who was this girl, and what was so fucking special about her that Bucky felt the need to lie to his best friend about her?
Lily felt like she was going to be sick.
She needed to find out who this mystery woman was, immediately. And she needed to do everything in her power to make sure Bucky never saw her again.
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Jackson’s Reveal | lh44
social media!au | lewis hamilton x actress!reader | social media series
read; part one
PART TWO
2019
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MET GALA 2019: Lewis Hamilton steals the show in an eye-catching metallic zig-zag suit as he arrives solo to the biggest fashion event of the year
By ELIZABETH FREEMAN FOR MAIL ONLINE
He is a Formula 1 racing star with a number of driving accolades.
And Lewis Hamilton proved that he has an eye for fashion when he attended the 2019 Met Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York on Monday.
The British sportsman, 34, caught the eye in a black suit flaunting a silver zig-zag design and matching trousers.
He added more drama with a white cravat around his neck that was adorned with two diamond brooches from Alex Soldier Brooches.
Surprisingly it wasn't his unusual outfit that caught people's attention, it was the woman missing from his arm.
For the last 3 years, the Formula 1 star arrived alongside his actress and model wife, Y/N Y/L/N. It was a shock to all who attended and watched from their couches at home to learn that the Prada Brand Ambassador and Met Gala royalty wouldn't be making an appearance this year.
Y/N hasn't missed a year of the Met since her break from the spotlight back in 2015 and even that was too much for us. Each year she is among the most talked about and anticipated looks of the show.
We can only pray that our style queen returns next year with her hunk of a husband to steal the show yet again!
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f1paddockupdates lewis arrives early to the track this morning alongside his physio and best friend. the six time world champion looked focused and ready his home race later in the day. the crowds are still going wild as they cheer on their champion ahead of the british grand prix at silverstone. #britishgp
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hamilton4life why didn't y/n arrive with him?
mercgirl81 apparently she hasn't been spotted all weekend!
hamilton4life no way she would miss his home race!!
y/nfangirl anyone else think it's strange we've seen no y/n and lewis content in weeks?
gossipf1 maybe they broke up considering their usually attached at the hip!
smackmey/n they've only been married a year! if they split up then none of us have a chance at a happy marriage 😭😭
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y/nlifeupdates y/n was spotted hiding from the cameras during a stroll around the streets of new york on sunday 9/1/19. it was the first photos captured of the actress in months and she seemed desperate to hide her usually smiling features from the cameras. will we see more of y/n?
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y/nwifematerial that's so unlike her to hide away from the cameras! I hope everything is ok 🥺❤️
loveofmylifey/l/n she's looks completely fine! she's probably just sick of everyone constantly at her...!!
peakygirl i hope she doesn't take another break like 2015, i wouldn't be able to handle not seeing her in peaky blinders 🤧💔
hamiltonsallday apparently her and lewis have split up...maybe she's hiding how hard it is on her.
fanaccounty/n or she could be pregnant? big coat in this heat = preggers
heartsfromlewis "gasp"
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yourusername surprise 10-3-2019
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yourbfname number 1 godmother ✨
lewishamilton the best mama to our boy
yourusername i am pretty great ;)
tomhardy the big reveal! can't wait to see the little guy on set
mssarahcatharinepaulson my love....!! i'm so proud of you! you're going to be the best mother in the world 🌎 😘
pinchmeilovey/n IM SORRY WHAT??!!??
peakyblindergirl1 our girl be dropping baby photos like we were all in the loop
lh44islife anyone else think they'd be divorced by now?
y/nfan4life no because these two are mother and father and no one else exists 😡
florencepugh hope the worlds ready for my photos of a pregnant & cranky y/n on set...some of my best work
yourusername i may be a mom now but i won't hesitate to f*** you up pugh
hpfan23 oh my god what?? they're working together finally!! 😱
y/nmarryme they must have started filming little women!
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lewishamilton blessed 🖤
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yourusername my baby daddy 💋
lewishamilton my sexy baby mama
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mercedesamgf1 welcome to the world baby hamilton 🥰
serenawilliams congratulations to you & y/n x
f1 can't wait to see him in the paddock
heartsfromlewis someone tag that fan account that called it !!!
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peakyblindersofficial secrets out...baby number 2 is on the way for tommy and deb.
#peakyblinders
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yourusername the whole pregnancy was planned around the plot of season 5 #insidescoop
yourbestfriend as if we believe you 🙄
lewishamilton i thought it was because i won you another championship
lewis44bb i just choked on my salad.
mercedesamgf1 please correct yourselves - that's the future of f1 in there 😤🏁
peakyblindersofficial no! it's the future gangster of birmingham 🔫
peakyfingblinders ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! i can't freakin wait!!!!
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florencepugh not a cranky one but she be looking chunky in this one.
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yourusername I'm coming for you pugh...
side note; please send requests for any drivers! i particularly love charles, lando, max and carlos but i'll take others into consideration xx
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as usual way more than Seven Sentence Sunday
thanks for the tag @welcometololaland @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses
Sorry to my tarlos/lone star peeps but the bucktommy brainrot is real at the moment so have a little bit of my first fic for them based on this ask @buckevantommy got the other day that made me laugh.
(tarlos/lone star will be back soon)
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"Good morning probie." Buck happily greeted Ravi as he walked into the firehouse to start his shift after having had a few days off.
"You do realise I'm not a probie anymore, right? I'm a fully qualified firefighter, just like you."
"Of course you are probie."
"You were there when I officially qualified!"
"Uhuh."
"You know what - never mind. Why are you so happy anyway?"
Buck shrugged, the smile never leaving his face.
"Can't a guy just be happy? It's a nice day, traffic wasn't crazy, life is good."
"Right. But it's not even 8am yet. Nobody is this happy this early in the morning."
"I am." Buck said simply, brushing past him to put his stuff away, having changed into his uniform at home. "Has anyone made coffee yet?"
"Uh... I uh... don't know... uh... I uh... just got here." Ravi stammered.
"That's ok, I'll go check." he made his way up the stairs to the kitchen where Hen had just poured herself a cup. "Morning." he greeted her and moved around the kitchen to find a clean mug.
"Morning Buckaroo. No Tommy today?" She asked.
In the year or so that Buck and Tommy had been together, it wasn't unusual for Tommy to join them for breakfast if his own schedule allowed it.
"Nah, I thought I'd let him sleep. His shift doesn't start until six and I need him well rested when he gets into that helicopter."
Hen nodded and took a sip of her coffee, and choked on it when Buck turned around and she saw the name on the back of his shirt.
"Uh... were you in a hurry this morning?"
"No? I had to run some errands, I've been up since around 5."
"Errands? This early in the morning?"
"Hmm. Had to pick something up across town." He picked up his mug and joined her at the table. In the back of her mind the sound of something clinking against the mug did register as off but it was too early to figure out why.
"Right. I think you've picked up Tommy's shirt this morning. it says Kinard on the back."
Buck's smile got even bigger and he seemed to be actually glowing.
"I know. I took his name when we got married. These are my new shirts. I picked them up this morning." He took a sip of his coffee and that's when Hen noticed the ring on his finger.
"You did what now?!"
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Six Sentence Sunday!
I am SO far behind on the WIP games I've been tagged in this week, and I promise I'll be back on my usual bullshit in the week to come! It's been...a pretty big week for me personally, haha, in a couple of really great ways, concluding with a visit to see my parents, hence me being a bit quieter than usual. But I promise to be back at it next week!
For now, though, I DO have exactly six sentences for you, from a fic that I told y'all several weeks back was almost finished and would be up soon, and look at me, sitting on my throne of lies haha. At any rate, I am looking forward to finishing this one and getting it out into the world (along with chapter 4 of At the end of a bar I'm so sorry please don't hurt me it's coming soon).
Henry smiles at the thought. Alex, with his furrowed brow smoothed by the kiss of an early summer breeze on his skin. Alex, laughing loud and open at some no-doubt embarrassing anecdote Percy has shared from Henry’s uni days that has both of them giggling and stealing glances at him. Alex, free from waking at his desk, frantically scrubbing ink stains from flushed cheeks, splashing cold water on his face, and slipping hot coffee from Henry’s outstretched hands as he stumbles out the door before the sun has risen, only to return long after the moon has taken its place among the stars. Alex, gleefully dumping the contents of his rucksack into a barrel in the backyard and setting it aflame as Henry gently removes the lighter from his hand once he’s satisfied that the papers and documents aren’t going to survive the ceremonial burn. Alex, returned from the rigors of law school, the eternal light inside him dimmed but not doused, refreshed and refueled on this particular night by the company of those he loves most and who most love him.
No tags yet (and guess what this post isn't scheduled, I'm actually awake at the time of posting for once), so behind the cut will be my list of lovelies (along with an open tag for anyone else who comes across this and wants me to read what they're working on!)
@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @agame-writes @anincompletelist @bigassbowlingballhead @cactusdragon517 @captainjunglegym @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @duchessdepolignaca03 @eusuntgratie @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heysweetheart-writes @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes @notspecialbabe @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt @rockyroadkylers @ships-to-sail @songliili @sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @suseagull04 @taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @typicalopposite @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew @zwiazdziarka
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(sorry, it's not sunday and there are way more than seven sentences here, so I couldn't even pretend. this is a little play on canon but in europe).
“Did that man just say ‘sweat drop down my balls?’” Henry asks, mouth agape as he stands completely still.
“Hell yeah,” Alex yells back. “But you’re not gonna get sweaty at all if you stand still!”
Henry gives him a very forced smile and starts to bob up and down and Alex wants to scream. He knows Henry can do better than this. Such a sexy, sexy man can't be that bad at dancing.
“He really doesn’t dance, does he?” Siobhan giggles in his ear a minute later as she, Fiadh and Saoirse pass them, hands in the air as they dig their way deeper into the throng. Over their heads, he sees Maeve pretending to slap Freya’s ass as she twerks, two hands on her knees.
“He’ll get there!” Alex yells back with renewed confidence. “Come on, Henry, loosen up.”
“It’s a bit hard to loosen up when you—”
“Three, six, nine, damn you’re fine!” Alex sings, along with sixty other people in the club. Henry looks at him like he’s grown an extra head, which makes Alex wonder what Henry would have done if he’d yelled out the iconic lyrics to Azealia Banks’ '212', which had been playing when they first walked in. In response, Alex pulls him towards the floor. “It’s telling you to get low!”
“My knees aren’t eighteen anymore, Alex!”
Alex, who has obediently dropped down in accordance with the lyrics, stares up at Henry from dick-height. “Are you saying you wouldn’t get on your knees for me?”
OPEN TAG! (plus some emotional support tags and targeted attacks below) - I'm super late lol
tagging my eurotrip emotional support people + others who have suffered through me writing this fic for like 3 years @celeritas2997 @rmd-writes @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @dustratcentral @three-drink-amy @athousandrooms @the-amber-fox @villiageidiot just to prove im still DOING IT.
also thank you for the tags @chicgeekgirl89 @suseagull04 @strandnreyes @freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @orchidscript @agame-writes @three-drink-amy @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @kiwiana-writes and @heartstringsduet
targeted attack for @dumbpeachjuice @treluna4 @affectionatelyrs @bitbybitwrites @inexplicablymine @liminalmemories21 @louis-ii-reyes-strand @reyesstrand and @theghostofashton just because i felt like it <3 (sorry if im too late for you!)
#eurotrip#eurotrip snippet#red white and royal blue#rwrb#firstprince#henry fox mountchristen windsor#alex claremont diaz#seven sentence sunday#lolaland writes#except this is definitely not seven#sorry for that
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WIP Wednesday, February 7th 2024
I was being a boring ass party pooper again for Sunday Six, but I saw all of you and I wanna say thanks to everyone who tagged me! Which is why I'm fast today, haha ♥
Snipsnip of my Valentine's Day fic, the third installment in my Holiday Series. Coming on the 14th!
“Christ on a fucking bike, you look gorgeous,” Alex says as soon as Henry enters the room. He takes Henry’s hand, makes him spin and then grabs him by the waist, stealing a kiss right from his lips. Henry keens into his mouth and grabs the collar of Alex’s denim jacket, his entire body ablaze. He’s so in love with Alex, he feels like he could die.
“Hi,” he manages to whisper in between kisses.
Alex hums, pulls back to affectionately tuck a strand of hair away from Henry’s forehead and smiles. “We should skip dinner,” he says, his voice low and gravely with lust. Henry is all too familiar with the tone in his voice by now. “I’d eat you ou-”
“Hello, I’m right here!”
Henry startles free from Alex’s arms and sends Bea an apologetic grimace, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, we- We’re just gonna-” he throws a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the front door and starts moving backwards, pulling Alex along with him.
“Please do,” Bea says, but it sounds more like a demand, “and don’t come back. I’ve got someone coming over.”
“I know, Nora told me,” Alex chuckles, slipping his hand into Henry’s on their way to the door.
Henry shudders. “Ew, we’re going. Bye!”
No pressure tagging @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @smc-27 @indomitable-love @heybuddy-drabbles @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @ninzied @rmd-writes @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @nocoastposts @winderlylandchime
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Seven Sentence Sunday
very sorry I've been very absent, I will go through some of the posts I've been tagged in! the only excuse I have is that I started binge-watching The Rookie, then I finished it, and watched it again, and well... rinse, wash, repeat. But I'm still writing, so that's something?
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It’s simple: Declare your soulmate and you are bound for life. It sounds like marriage - in a way it is, but doesn’t require a ceremony. You may choose to marry your soulmate before or after Declaring, but it isn’t necessary. You might ask: what if someone Declares you as their soulmate but you don’t Declare them? Nothing. Both parties must mutually Declare for it to be binding. If not, the unreciprocated party is free to Declare with someone else.
What happens after you Declare? The rest of your life. It’s as simple as that. You and your soulmate are bound for the rest of your lives. You will never fall in love again, nor will you be able to untether the binds. Even in death.
Having a soulmate is very serious business and it isn’t something that should be rushed into.
This is why Eddie swore to himself that he’d never Declare.
On the one hand, it’s a beautiful thing. Bobby and Athena are in love, they are Bound, and they are two halves of a soul, Bonded for life. They are magic and light and inseparable.
On the other hand, Eddie’s abuela Declared to his abuelo when she was young, and the man died a few short years later. All this time, she’s been alone, unable to move on and find someone else.
It can be a blessing, yes. But to Eddie, it’s more of a curse.
He swore to himself that he’d never Declare.
But then he gets blackout drunk, eleven shots and six beers into a night out with the 118, and wakes up hungover.
And Bonded.
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Tagging: @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck +anyone else who needs a tag :)
#this has been condensed in fewer sentences for the purposes of the post#there is a lot more where this came from#set to be a hearty oneshot#to be posted at the end of the month#soulmates au#buddie#buck x eddie#911#eddie diaz#evan buckley#I'm still working this out but I do love it#pls enjoy
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What a fun Sunday so far. ⚡ thank you for the tags @bookish-bogwitch (LOVE seeing some of your writing process), @shrekgogurt (still haven't recovered from ch 13 of ikabikam in the best way possible), @emeryhall (happy anniversary!) & @you-remind-me-of-the-babe (anguished Baz is such a vibe fr).
For today's update:
Enter Niall & Dev.
Truly one of the most unexpected delights of writing this fic has been the insistence of Niall and Dev to show up and take a prominent role in the story. I adore them. I adore them as individual characters, and I love who they are for Baz.
Here's a little from chapter 2 of lost boys. This chapter will publish next week! I'm traveling this week, so I'll post once I'm back.
Under the cut because of length. It's a 30+ sentence Sunday, y'all.
Baz POV, 16 yo, year 12 (school).
Towards the end of lunch, I hear a familiar booming laugh across the canteen. I figure I have two minutes until impact.
I tuck my sketchbook and pencils away and twist the lid back onto my thermos of tea.
“Just a head’s up,” I say to Niall, who is still contently working away, “we’re about to be interrupted by the demon of chaos hims—”
“Bazza!”
There’s the solid thump of a hand against my shoulder and the dramatic collapse of tall, muscular limbs into the seat beside me. “My favourite nerd. How’s it going, cuz?”
Dev flashes his white, perfect teeth at me before snatching my remaining bourbon biscuit. His fingernails are painted turquoise today, his dark hair is swept away from his face, and he’s wearing eyeliner. The bastard looks amazing.
Despite being cousins, we never really hung out as kids. Always kept to different social circles. Which is to say Dev constantly had a roving pack of friends, and I had nobody (save for the lost boys in my dreams). But when I got outed this past spring, Dev decided to take a more active presence in my life. He even convinced me to join the football team with him. He’s charismatic and popular in his own way, and so unabashedly and loudly himself that even the nastiest bullies don’t bother him.
It's been nice, having Dev in my life. Even though it means I now deal with his chaotic, abrasive personality all the goddamn time.
“Dev, this is Niall.” I make a small sweeping motion to the boy across from us.
Dev raises his chin in greeting. “New kid. Hey.”
Niall smiles faintly. He looks rather disoriented. Possibly awestruck. I don’t blame him. Dev tends to have that effect on people. I’m almost envious of it.
Another smack hits my upper arm. “Did’ya hear about practice this afternoon? Thirty minutes later than usual.”
“Yes, I received the same team-wide notification, Dev, thank you.”
Dev is now peering at Niall’s drawing tablet without shame, while continuing to talk to me. “A bunch of us are getting ice cream after the match on Friday. Wanna join?”
“That’s a very solid maybe,” I tell him in a tone that communicates I’d rather eat grass laced with slug poison. I like playing on the pitch, but I’m not about to huff dairy with a bunch of footballer lads.
“Great.” Dev stands, all six feet of him, and squeezes my top knot. I sigh and bat his hand away. Clearly I need to have another conversation with him about acceptable physical contact. “See you at practice then. Nice meeting you, Niall.” He’s off in a swirl of flair and overpriced body spray.
“Sorry about him,” I murmur to Niall. I really hope he’s not scared off.
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@thewholelemon, @best--dress, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla, @whatevertheweather, @artsyunderstudy, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @fatalfangirl, @youarenevertooold, @raenestee, @orange-peony, @ileadacharmedlife, @nightimedreamersworld, @rimeswithpurple, @iamamythologicalcreature, @shemakesmeforget & @arthurkko (your merwolves ... still thinking about your merwolves)
#niall and dev#my beloveds#dev is wearing tom ford's oud wood body spray#it is EXPENSIVE#total flex on his part#dev is so extra#I love him#30+ sentence sunday#lost boys#snowbaz fanfic#my writing
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six (plus a few) sentence sunday :)
thank you kindly to @sherryvalli for the tag!! :) :)
my six-ish (way more than six I'm sorry i got carried away) sentence sunday pulls from my first multichap i am working on...you can probably guess what this AU is :) if you missed my old posts screaming about this, I'm curious to see your guesses in the replies lmaoooooo. i wrote this about 2 minutes ago with glazed eyes so please excuse any errors LOL
“Henry. May I be blunt?”
Henry massaged his temples. “When has that ever stopped you?”
Alex took a deep, cleansing breath. It didn't work. “Touché. Allow me to recap, since clearly there’s a fucking disconnect somewhere. You, Henry Fox, want to commit fraud. You want me to marry you. Like, get down on a knee, profess my love, shiny ring on your finger, big ‘ol kiss, lawfully wedded husband vibes. And then, you want to magically convince the literal fucking government that we are deeply in love with one another, even though you look ready to murder me in cold blood whenever your Earl Grey isn’t a piping hot 95 degrees Celsius—which is unhinged, need I remind you—”
“95 degrees is the optimal temperature for brewing Earl Grey.”
“Not the fucking point!”
sorry if i missed any posts already due to timezone and dashboard fuckery! but no pressure tagging @ninzied @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @suseagull04 @priincebutt @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @onward--upward and open tag to anyone else (i want to seeeeee) xoxoxo <3
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six sentence sunday!
thank you @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @littlemisskittentoes for tagging me!!
i just wrote these sentences, so if there's any errors just know that i haven't edited anything yet.
this is NSFW so be careful of your surroundings when you read it!!
it's from something that i started the other day when i couldn't manage to churn out any words for psau2 and lfls but i still wanted to write. i unhearted bro, you're fucking hung from my wips and started dicking around (pun absolutely intended). it's pwp. read it under the cut!
He curses, unsure of what language he’s using and what he’s actually saying, he only knows that there’s something he needs to do before he fucking expires from a fucking blowjob, and running his mouth always comes so easy to him. His hands find Henry’s hair and he sinks them in it, marveling at its softness and at Henry’s pleasured groan translating in very fucking good vibrations on Alex’s dick.
He doesn’t know how long he lasts, because it both feels like two seconds and an eternity, he only knows that Henry has been trying to suck his brain out of his dick and he’s mostly succeeded. At one point he looked up at Alex and pushed down on his dick, then stilled all his movements and slacked his mouth even more, an open invitation for Alex to fuck his mouth. After that, it takes very little for Alex to come. Between the blissed out haze in Henry’s eyes, his whimpers as Alex tugs at his hair, and his hands trailing up his thighs to cup Alex’s ass, there’s no way he can hold back anymore.
tagging randomly if you've already done it i'm sorry for the tag!
@leojfitz @cactusdragon517 @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @matherines @nocoastposts @emmalostinwonderland @gayrootvegetable @happiness-of-the-pursuit
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Six Sentence Sunday
Yes, 2023 is drawing to a close. Yes, I have been lurking for (I think) months at this point. Yes, I have been writing. Thank you so much to everyone who has been tagging me in recent weeks/months, I'm so sorry I haven't been interacting as much with you all as I have in the past. In the last few months I just haven't had the social battery to do much more than just lurk in comments sections, and sometimes not even that (autistic burnout is not fun, can confirm, 0/10, do not recommend).
But I'm back, and here's hoping 2024 is a good year, and one that's productive where writing is concerned! 2023 was a pretty good year for me; I published my first fic (which was also the first bit of writing I've properly published anywhere!), and I sent off my first query for ASR! To a proper literary agent! Like ... WHAT?! I still can't believe it!
As for the end of this year, let's get one last hurrah in for the year of 2023 with the final WIPsday of the year. Chapter 11 of Trails is coming, it just needs to be edited. Here's an unedited snippet of the chaos you have to look forward to.
“When I tell you to, run like fuck,” Fiona tells us, clicking the hammer back on her revolver.
“How many more rounds have you got?” Penny asks.
“Enough to take down half the idiots aboard this ship.”
Fiona takes up a position on one side of the hatch, her finger on the trigger guard. As she moves I hear the tell tale clink of a box of rounds, and see the outline of it in her trouser pocket for the first time.
“Fiona,” I caution. “Maybe we should try to do this quietly.”
“No chance of that, boyo. I’m killing as many of these fuckers as I can before we go overboard.”
“Fiona,” I try again, but she isn’t listening.
“The lifeboat is on the right side,” Penny whispers to us, eyeing Fiona out of the corner of her eye. We’ll lower you into it, Baz, then follow.”
I guess I don’t have much of a say in this, as Snow is literally the only reason I’m still standing right now.
I nod, and Penny creeps up the stairs behind Fiona, who does so about as well as a bull in a china shop.
She storms out onto the deck and I’m actually surprised by how long it takes for bullets to start flying. There’s a solid fifteen seconds or so, which allows Bunce to make it up the stairs and gesture for us to follow, before an alarm is raised and Fiona does what she does best: cause chaos.
This hiatus with Trails wasn't planned, but work and general holiday madness got in the way of the tentative schedule my beta's and I had. New Year, fresh start, once more into the fray, as they say. I hope you can join us for this fics future shenanigans.
Tagging for the new year: @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cosmicalart @cutestkilla @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @that-disabled-princess @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
#snowbaz#snowbaz fanfiction#the trails we blaze#the road to el dorado!au#cotta2023#2024#writing in 2024#roll on the new year#happy new year everyone!#ASR#A Survivor's Revenge#original fiction#watch this space
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Thank you soo much for the tags: @kiwiana-writes @priincebutt @suseagull04 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf & @tailsbeth-writes
Happy New Years eve! I'm over two hours away from the New Year, so this is very last minute but here is my last lines that also serves as six/seven sentences Sunday that @anincompletelist tagged me on!
Neighbors au as usual!
Henry hums and thinks back to his own grandmother and how happy he is to be as far away from her as possible unlike Alex who seems to miss his. He also thinks he wouldn’t talk to her about Alex and it’s not because she’s a homophobic bigot and Henry has a mild crush on him. He’d just simply hate it if she tainted whatever he could tell her about Alex with her prejudice and her antiquated opinions. She’d find anything nice Alex has ever done for him and find a way to turn it into something that would make Henry feel bad. He’d want her as far away from him as possible.
Tags under the cut!
I’m tagging both people I want to see what they're up to and people I’m hoping will see this snip: @read-and-write- @theprinceandagcd @hypnostheory @happiness-of-the-pursuit @orchidscript @daisymae-12 @indomitable-love @cricketnationrise @pridepages @mudbloodpotter05 @clottedcreamfudge @myheartalivewrites @three-drink-amy @lizzie-bennetdarcy @bigassbowlingballhead @callumsmitchells @raysletters @cultofsappho @notspecialbabe @firenati0n @onward--upward sorry if you've done it. Feel free to ignore!
#rwrb#rwrb fic#my fic#red white & royal blue#red white and royal blue#rwrb fanfiction#firstprince#firstprince fic#firstprince fanfiction#tag game#last line of 2023#neighbours!au
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Way more than Seven sentence Sunday
Thanks for tagging me in other stuff this weekend @lightningboltreader @carlos-in-glasses, sorry I didn't get around to those, but I'm tagging you both back for today.
And thanks for the tag @sznofthesticks
I don't really know what this is - it's been knocking around my head for a few days and it may or may not go anywhere. It's kind of tarlos, kind of a bucktommy crossover with the OG, kind of Nancy/Marjan.
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"I'm just saying, I have an excellent gaydar." TK insisted. "I clocked him three years ago." He held up his phone to show Nancy the picture of Buck and his new boyfriend.
Nancy rolled her eyes.
"Please. Your gaydar is just saying everyone is gay until every once in a while you turn out to be right."
"What? No it's not. I could tell with Carlos"
Nancy scoffed.
"Carlos asked you to dance. I was there. I saw."
"No, we met on a call earlier that day. And I knew it when I saw him there."
"Knew what?" Carlos asked, walking into the firehouse, making the rest of the crew realise it was lunchtime. He greeted TK with a kiss and waited for an explanation of the conversation he'd interrupted.
"Your husband thinks he has a gaydar because that guy from LA he thinks hit on him during the wildfires is dating a guy now." Nancy quickly got him up to speed.
"Oh Buck and Tommy? The pilot? I saw his post earlier. I was bored on my coffee break and you were out on a call." Carlos explained with a shrug. "Good for him. He seems happy."
"Is that it? He hit on me when he was down here."
"Yeah, well, you married me, didn't you?"
"And I don't think he's interested anymore." Nancy commented, nodding at the picture on TK's phone. "And besides, we've been partners for almost three years now and you never clocked me. You have no gaydar."
TK stared at her.
"But... What? How? You dated Mateo." he stammered and Carlos bit back a laugh.
"Yes and Lexi Mitchell was my first girlfriend in high school. Welcome to the wonderful world of bisexuality."
TK looked back and forth between her and Carlos.
"Did you know?"
"Lexi might have mentioned it when you and I got serious and we were hanging out here a lot." Carlos explained. "And Nance told us at game night that she was always taller than her date, even if they were in six inch heels."
TK blinked a few times as he tried to process the new information.
"I'm an idiot." he said after a few minutes.
"No argument here." Nancy replied and Carlos just pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
"So is there a girl you like then? Is that why you and Mateo broke up?"
"There is someone I like... someone I've liked for a long time... And she's amazing. Gorgeous inside and out... but... I don't think she likes me like that..." Nancy sighed and looked over his shoulder to where Marjan was checking equipment on the ladder truck.
TK followed her gaze.
"Marj?!" he whispered.
"Yeah... But just drop it dude. I know she's not interested."
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