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shootingstarwritings · 8 months

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Tag, you're it!

Some buddies of mine started this little group chat called, "Tag, you're it!" Since we're able to perform the possession spell, more details on that story later, we've been messing around with it. We're all either gay or bi, so we generally try and take over some sexy man and show off for the rest of the guys.

Last night, Juliet posted a picture of herself in her dad's body, showing off a nice and sexy selfie for all of us to drool over.

The caption read, "Tag, you're it, Shawn. Give us something y'know we'll like ;)"

It was gonna be tough to top that, but I was confident. Luckily, my veteran uncle was staying over at our place for a few days, so this was the perfect opportunity.

I waited until my uncle went to take a bath to start my plan. The way my friends and I managed to do this was by melting down into some kind of slime and slithering inside our hosts. Luckily, being able to cling to surfaces and move with little sound made it easy to sneak up on our victims.

I easily slid under the door and slithered through the tiled floor. Steam filled the air as the hot bath had only recently been drawn. I heard the metal screech as my uncle turned the water off. "Mmm, nice and hot..." he muttered. His deep and velvety voice pushed me over the edge. I needed to be him, and I needed it now!

He was wearing a towel, covering my favorite point of atttack, but I didn't care. I leaped towards my uncle's crotch with little fear in my gooey heart. "What the FUUUUUCK?!" My uncle cried out as my slime slid under the towel and engulfed his dick and balls, already slithering inside. He let out a moan as he fell backward onto the ground.

Legs spread out as though I was fucking him, my uncle squirmed and convulsed on the ground as I took him over. Slowly, as my slime invaded each cell of his body, I felt the disorienting yet still pleasurable sensation of having something slither inside of my borrowed form. I was not only stealing my uncle's body, but also his experiences.

It truly was like something was both sucking me off and fucking me at the same time. My uncle's thighs, soon to be my thighs, quivered in anticipation. My core tightened as I pumped more and more of myself into him. Then, as his panicked consciousness slowly faded into dormancy, I cried out as I finally climaxed all over myself. Ropes of cum splashed all over my chest, some shots even landing on my drooling face.

"WOAH! Ohhh... oh that's good..." I muttered, chuckling as I felt my adam's apple bounce. Mmm, you're such as sexy-ass man, uncle Roger..." I said. Getting up on my uncle's now sore legs, I stumble over to the mirror and admired myself.

"Hmm... good thing Shawn's enjoying himself in his room. Otherwise, he might see his sexy uncle playing with himself." I said, smirking at my little roleplay. "Oh yeah..." I threw away the towel and let my manhood flop around. "No point covering up this li'l fella, right? Gotta let the whole world see." I was about to step out until I saw the hot bath out of the corner of my eye. I grinned as my uncle's dick grew hard again.

"I drew this bath for myself, might as well enjoy it. I deserve it, after all." I stepped into the water and let out a deep groan. Taking a picture for the group chat could wait. For now, I just wanted to get to know my uncle with the help of some soap and water.

#male possession #male body possession #possession #slime possession #male body take over

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pollenallergie · 3 months

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cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

#is this anything???#this does not mean i’m taking requests again!! just that i’m going back to answer old ones!!!#ask and i shall reply #RJ <3 #older!tom grant #tom grant #tom grant smut #tom grant x reader #older!tom grant smut #older!tom grant x reader #older au #tom grant make up #make up (2019)#joseph quinn characters #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant x you #older!tom grant x you #joseph quinn x you #moots my beloved <3

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serene-sun · 1 year

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EVERYONE, yes I’m talking to YOU have to watch this video of Swiss RIGHT NOW

Fuuuuuck, his voice, arms, shoulders, legs, body- every inch of this man is perfect and pure perfection. Fuckkkk I want him so bad, legs are shaking and if I ever get to meet him you already know I’ll be quivering before this ghoul. If I’m just in my bed right now actually fucking screaming into my pillow, shaking, dripping, squeezing, squirming, begging, praying, imaging the things he could do…

I WOULD SUCK, RIDE, HUMP, FUCK EVERY PART OF HIM UNTIL HE PUSHES ME OFF BECAUSE HE HAD ORGASMED SO MANY TIMES HE IS PHYSICALLY EXHAUSTED

The way he fucking walks, how he picked up the mike- strangles it with his veiny hands, FUCK I wish I was that mike. His voice, so raspy and coated with pure fire and energy. I wanna feel him, touch him, understand his existence more. How could such an amazing ghoul exist, fuck he is so underrated. I need him ASAP, those curls, eyes, and to think he is real…

He’s actually such a great person, and I can’t help but check his insta every day to see if he sees the shit I comment and tag him in. His lives on YouTube, I don’t care if he had a flip phone or puts ketchup in the refrigerator, or if all he wears are button up palm tree shirts. I love him so much, and I am willing to give him every penny and ounce of life I have if it mean she is happy for 0.00000000000000000000000000001 seconds. Because that’s what love is, total concentration-love-admiration-inspiration-awe-consideration-lust-need-want, I need to make this man happy as soon as possible. I will climb every mountain, drain every ocean, fight every war to just pass through his mind for a mere second. I will give him the moon, sun, earth and everything in between because Swiss is my stars and the light that guides me in the sky. And he’ll never know how much he means to me, he will never understand that he is the one who keeps me up and running. Swiss is the life of me, but Swiss is also the death of me.

And if you don’t love him, don’t even say that because you do and you know it. And for my people who are just now seeing him I this short clip, do your research- you won’t regret it…

#attack on titan #nameless ghoul swiss #the band ghost #the nameless ghouls #ghost the band #jutty taylor

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blackberrysummerblog · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday!! I’m back with another beautiful banner made by @larkral—I’m so happy to finally have something so pretty to post under! ❤️❤️❤️ I’m so excited about it that I’ve queued a post for the first time, to get it done nice and early.

This is an excerpt following the sibling-intro scene I posted on Sunday, although I cut a little bit from in between the end there & where this begins. Baz and Simon head down to dinner, and Fiona returns 😂

“Prize fighter, that one.” Snow offers me a weak smile. “I’ll have to practice my footwork.”

I shouldn’t like him. I don’t want to like him, but my traitorous heart stirs every time I look at Simon Snow.

I guide him down the main stairs this time, and we’re about halfway down when I hear the twins in the sitting room, regaling my parents about their encounter with the new member of the family. “He has wings, Mummy. Great big red ones, like a dragon!”

“And a really long tail, but I didn’t touch it because that might be construed as rude.” That will be Sophie, patterning herself after the adults she’s heard.

“That’s because he’s the Chosen One,” Mordelia chimes in, her voice rising. I hear Father take in a beleaguered breath as Daphne hurries to hush her. “Well, isn’t he? The Chosen One is the only magician I ever heard of who has wings.”

I clear my throat as we reach the bottom of the stairs. Swithin squalls for Daphne, and I’m just handing him off when Fiona appears out of literally nowhere in the center of the room and flops down on the floor. For good reason—in the blink of an eye is a huge spell that takes tremendous magic. I’ve only ever seen it once before, when she and Father came to Watford after my mother died.

“There’s these things called taxis,” Father remarks dryly. “Or I’d have sent another car, had I been able to reach you after your one mad hysterical message earlier, Fiona.”

“What the fuuuuuck,” Snow groans under his breath, and I feel another flash of warmth toward him.

Father turns next on me. “Do you need a minute to dress for dinner, Basilton?”

“No,” I say, folding my arms. “Simon didn’t come prepared to change and I don’t want to show him up.” It’s real work not to grin at the sound of outraged spluttering by my shoulder.

“I’m sure we could spell something to fit…” Daphne tries, trailing off when I shake my head.

“What the fuck are you all talking about!” Fiona shouts, finally catching her breath back and working her way up into an armchair. She probably won’t be able to properly stand on her own steam for hours. “This is an obvious scheme on the part of the Mage, and we’re sitting here yammering about dinner and loaning the Chosen One clothes?”

Simon elbows me in the ribs. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your aunt?” he stage whispers, and then I do grin, turning my face away so Fi won’t see. This is a total nightmare, and it’s somehow far worse and infinitely better than anything I could have dreamed.

No-pressure tagging a boatload of folks since I’m posting so early! @larkral @letraspal @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon @bazzybelle @basiltonbutliketheherb @onepintobean @ionlydrinkhotwater @ninemagicks @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @valeffelees @confused-bi-queer @stardustasincocaine @ebbpettier @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @ivelovedhimthroughworse @stitchyqueer @palimpsessed @cutestkilla @johnwgrey @mostlymaudlin @ileadacharmedlife @takenabackbytuesdays @@facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @orange-peony @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @sillyunicorn @yellobb @asocialpessimist @yellowraincoat @aceumbrellaheroes @whogaveyoupermission @fucking-gay-frogs @thehoneyedhufflepuff @sailorblossoms @bookish-bogwitch @forabeatofadrum @martsonmars and anyone who’d like to share!

#wip wednesday #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #crucible au #crucible marriage au

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staneii · 8 months

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I have this balloon

No i did not make it my friend gave this to me

#random #what the actual fuuuuuck #what other tags do people use #what other tags do i add #balloon #green #man face #roblox #i love this #ballon so much #no context

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onewomancitadel · 3 months

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Not to be like that or anything but probably to be like that I think it is absolutely deranged that the priority of doing things in fandom (where I can speak with some authority) is according to what will increase the most eyes looking at you/get the most likes/posting at the most efficient times/that what you're doing at all times must be driven by endless growth. I actually do not give a single solitary fuck about censoring what I post for what's popular or reserving my opinions about something so a select few don't get driven away or posting at insane hours because of my timezone or compromising my fanfic with what people are 'expecting' or writing to xyz given standard trope.

Do you want to know why Tumblr is good? Because its tag and reblog system is a way which actually fosters any chance at democratic visibility and it's the way fandom ought to work (and it's not even the ideal). And if you're in fandom for the likes and recognition then you're really here for the wrong reasons. Content creation online has really ruined people's perception of the way we're supposed to interact with art. 'Oh YouTubers HAVE to make dumb fucking looking thumbnails which insult your intelligence, they can't help it! They HAVE to have a dumb fucking intro with cuts in rapidity!' fuuuuuck me

It's not necessarily fair but if I had to economise the way I share and enjoy my hobby I'd honestly never want to bother.

#this includes people who worry about sharing their love for unfinished/old media #even worse when 'old' is like a year or two old #I'm waiting for my hair turbie and t-shirt to be done in the tumble dryer sorry everybody #stirring the pot

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lilyoffandoms · 9 months

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Crimes Drabble (Trystan Thorne x Sofia Rose)

Thank you @trappedinfanfiction for participating this month in our little fandom event. Thank you for all your kindness towards me and for writing for our little fandom!

Warnings & A/N: Because why must we rush a day and half ahead worth in the next chapter when there are emotions to explore? Not sure how your Sofia would have reacted but hope you enjoy this little bit I threw together.

She bit her lip to muffle the pained gasp that wanted to escape her as the Drakovian guards tossed her to the floor with a sharp kick to the gut.

“Stay down,” one of them hissed in a thick Drakovian accent as they hauled Trystan from the penthouse.

Sofia eased herself up off the ground, and finding nothing broken, sprinted out the door after Trystan.

“Fuuuuuck!” she shouted as her fists slammed into the elevator doors she had missed by seconds.

Focus, she reminded herself, closing her eyes for but a moment to accompany a deep breath, before sprinting for the stairs.

She knew it was a lost cause as the floors counted down and her legs ached more and more with each passing floor. But what else could she do? Sit on Trystan’s floor and cry?

She fumbled to pull her phone out of her jacket pocket as she continued her excruciating pace down the flights. Pulling up Marguerite’s number and pressing the phone to her ear, nearly tripping as she rounded a corner.

“Sofia! Hello.”

She could hear the smile in her voice.

“Listen,” she gasped sharply.

“Why do you sound out of breath?” Marguerite asked.

Her worry growing as she listened to Sofia’s feet echoing in the enclosed stairwell.

“Sofia? What’s wrong?”

“He’s gone.”

That’s all she could say.

“They took him.”

“Trystan?” she asked.

“They took him, Mags.”

She listened as Marguerite took a steadying breath as she sank into a chair moments before Sofia burst out of the stairwell and into the tower lobby and out onto the street. Searching both directions in vain.

“He’s gone. He’s really gone, Mags,” she slumped, defeated and out of breath.

Marguerite took one more ragged breath before she steadied herself and spoke, “He’s gone but not out of reach. Meet me at Teterboro as soon as you can. I’ll have my jet waiting.”

The call clicked off and Sofia stared at it and then back along the street once more before stealing herself and calling Mafalda.

“Boss, I need that favor!”

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All Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads

#choices cop #choices crimes of passion #trystan thorne x mc #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit please forgive any mistakes #choiceswriterappreciation2023 #week 4 #i’m just gonna post them all now because why the hell not #i’m gonna post all the rest of the drabbles today because why the hell not #no one can stop me

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freneticfloetry · 6 months

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weekend wip game

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

Thanks to @welcometololaland for kicking this off, plus @liminalmemories21, @rmd-writes, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @orchidscript, @alrightbuckaroo, and @heartstringsduet for the tags!

1. WIP List: had we but world enough (and time) (the TiMER fic) a strong enough foundation (followup to tbah in the Roots Before Branches series, aka “five times Morgan was just like her daddy, and one time she was all her papá”) for better, for worse (bachelor party shenanigans) we were emergencies (the It’s a Wonderful Life/Sliding Doors-esque TK AU) the same in every language (five times Carlos says something in Spanish during sex and one time TK understands) show me the steps so i can go through the motions (4x18 Carlos & Gabriel tag) our hearts are haunted by the ghosts that i made (the no coma AU that angst built) Still Sadly Untitled Phone Fic (five times Tarlos had to replace a phone) Untitled HGTV AU Untitled [Film] Fusion Untitled Breakup Era Hookup (accidental club run-in where Jealous TK Makes Choices) Untitled [Redacted] AU (collab with @ambiguouspenny) The One Where Carlos Gets Shot …do you know how happy I am that to build a home is not on this list?

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest? The TiMER fic! It wasn’t even supposed to be second in line, it just bullied its way to the top of the list.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest? Oof. If I didn’t know myself so well, I’d say we were emergencies, but since I do, it’ll probably be the HGTV fic.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why? The TiMER fic has been a lot of fun to write, despite it being hurtier than I intended, but I think that’s just down to being in TK’s head for the first time. But every single snippet of for better, for worse makes me grin like a loon without fail, so it’s that one, hands down.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why? Hat trick for the TiMER AU. I think I was so excited about the premise and the possibilities of it all — I’ve wanted to write a TiMER fic since I first saw the movie, and a Soulmates fic for even longer — I didn’t really stop to consider that, after ~64k of building on and in-between canon, I was going to have to… build on and in-between canon. There’s a substantial element of re-imagining for this one, just because of the nature of the TiMER as a literal plot device, but there are times I’m still like fuuuuuck, I have to do this thing completely differently now.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why? the same in every language. It’s not a plot-what-plot, it’s literally sex as plot, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about making it work.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? Both for better, for worse and we were emergencies will need outside attention to make sure they’re working as planned, and I’ll definitely be enlisting @hoko-onchi-writes’ Smutmancer services to make sure the same in every language is worth anything at all.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? I’m just laughing right now. That’s my answer.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them? Definitely we were emergencies. His name is Simon, he’s a vet (as in healer of animals, not former military man, but he has Seen Some Things in his particular line of work so the latter isn’t far off), and he has a history with Carlos that he’d very much like to be a future with Carlos. He’s also totally scruff-and-curls era Zane Phillips in my head, and both @ambiguouspenny and I are sort of shamelessly infatuated with him. To quote Tay, after being virtually introduced to Dr. Simon: “do you even like TK?”

10. Which WIP is the sexiest? One would think it’s the aforementioned fic where sex is the plot, but the TiMER fic has some moments, y’all.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest? I mean, pick your poison. As I said, the TiMER fic is angstier than intended. The Breakup Era Hookup will be hot angst, but angst nonetheless. There’s one where Carlos gets shot. And I know it sounds like show me the steps so i can go through the motions might be an obvious answer, considering The Gabriel Factor, but the real winner is probably our hearts are haunted by the ghosts that i made. I told Tay the actual premise and they threw me in angst jail.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? a strong enough foundation is a real contender here, because it’s the Carlos I already know and love, but I think it might actually be for better, for worse, simply because it’s all of Team Tarloft, and I have something of a knack for ensemble fics, if I do say so myself.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? Either the HGTV fic or the Untitled Film Fusion. Probably the former, because pretty pretty interiors are like porn for me.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on? Surprising no one, the TiMER fic. Snippets aside, I’m a “one WIP at a time” kind of girl.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? In a weird way, I think this is usually the fic I’m currently working on. Some Yuletide fic aside (mostly pinch hits and quick treats), I always want to feel like whatever I’m writing is the best thing I’ve done — that way I get the sense that I’m growing. That said, though I’ve written a kid in fic (Teddy from The Magicians), I have never written kidfic, and the plan I have for a strong enough foundation makes me really excited.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs? Not the actual fics, no, but I do dream about characters.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? our hearts are haunted by the ghosts that i made has to tread some very thin ice, due to its premise, and I’m hoping I can find the right balance with it. And that it doesn’t make people hate me.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? for better, for worse. And it’s not even close.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? The Untitled Phone Fic has an outsider POV! An OC outsider, even. She’s an overworked, underpaid girl named Kelsey, and she’s sort of precious. This one’s still in early stages, just an outline and a handful of snippets, but Kelsey is very clear in my head.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs. One involves an unreliable narrator, one involves an inanimate object as a running theme, and one involves revenge.

I am so very late to this, so consider it an open tag for anyone who’d still like to talk WIPs!

#fic meme #wip game #writing #the proverbial plate

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Only One Bed

“What do you mean ‘I’ll take the floor’? This floor is probably really dirty. I’m fine with sharing the bed.”

You were not about to let him lay on the floor and get infested by whatever bugs were in the carpets.

“Are you sure? The bed is not really built for two though.”

It was true. But it was late. You had to be up early the next morning to keep on driving if you wanted to get to New Orleans for the hearing. And to be fair, sharing a bed with your hot, grumpy partner was more than ideal. It would fuel fantasies for weeks.

“I don’t mind Velasco. Let’s get some sleep. We can’t be late tomorrow.”

He nodded in agreement, and finally got into bed with you.

With the close proximity you could feel his body heat radiating off of him and you let out a small shiver.

“You okay?” He asked in a whisper, his warm breath ghosting over you.

“Y—yeah.”

Joe chuckled, “You wanna tell me why you’re blushing then?”

“Shut up.” You groaned at his teasing.

It just made him chuckle more, and he lifted your chin up to make you look at him.

“Tell me what it is and I might give you what you want.”

“What are you getting at Velasco?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, darling. I know what you want.” A smirk crossed his lips as he kept looking down at your face. His face moving closer to yours.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, pulling him close for a kiss.

It starts off slow, but soon gains momentum. He moves you both to lay over you, grinding against you.

“Oh fuuuuuck—need you Jose”, you begged.

“How do you need me?”

“Fuck me—please!”

Didn’t really take much begging before he pushed your panties to the side and pushed into you. The two of you moaning at the feeling.

He started moving slowly inside you, reveling in the feeling. But as you started begging for more he couldn’t hold it any longer and started pounding into you with reckless abandon.

“So good for me, darling, taking me so well.”

“More—please—Jose—need more!” You sounded pathetic as you begged, but you didn’t care. As long as you got what you wanted, and with him you wanted everything.

Joe chuckled more, giving you exactly what you wanted and then some. Praising you in a mix of Spanish and English.

It all became your undoing and you soon enough hit your high, crying out his name in pleasure.

His own came not long after as you squeezed him tightly.

“Fuck—good girl—just like that!”

Not much warning was given as he pushed in hard, filling his release deep inside you.

As soon as you both came down he leant in to kiss you softly.

Promises of not making it a one time thing left your lips as you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

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