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WIP Wednesday Game
It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!
@fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike
@obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979
@eriquin @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @1attheedge
@whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @skyderman @adhdavinci
@owlbearwrites @anachronismstellar @anyctibius @rilannon @lazinesswrites
@zyrafowe-sny @dreaminghour @blue-eyedbeta @candyskiez @dreamerking27
@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter
@oitreewrites @post-and-out @writingattheedge @qqaba @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside
@princescar
#WIP Wednesday#WIP Wednesday Game#writing#writing games#I know this is tuesday for many#but it's also wednesday for many others#and this gives you time to queue or write for the snippet from the last week :)#hint hint
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mermay planning for wip wednesday
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wip wednesday <3 :)
hello friends :) thank you to everyone for the tags over the last few weeks (i will tag back under the cut). <3 appreciate the shouts!
here is a snip from the doc i have affectionately named nolan!alex / murphy!henry fuck around and find out, the actor au...collaborators to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to grudging partners to friends to lovers YEEHAW! pls forgive any editing errors <3
Alex's eyes are hot as he blinks back tears, Henry's profile blurring and distorting. “Tu me manques, remember? You kept saying that and I kept going ‘Oh, he's so hot when he's speaking French’ like the idiot I am. But I looked it up and it's not just ‘I miss you’, is it? It’s fucking ‘you are absent from me’, like a piece of me belongs to you, a part of you that’s mine. Why would you—why the fuck would you whisper this to me so earnestly every time you think I can’t hear you, and then turn around and pull this shit? Are you embarrassed by us, by me? Is the piece of me you have not enough?”
Henry stands in front of him, eyes a little distant and haunted, fingers flexing at his sides. His silence cuts Alex to the fucking core, lances through him and gets him square in his traitorous little heart. A fickle thing, love is. Will he ever be enough for someone?
Alex steels himself to say the words he’s been holding back, the words that have been pushing up behind his teeth for months, making his gums ache and jaw tingle.
“I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Henry. I deserve better. And I think you do, too. You just won’t allow yourself to see that, and it’s killing me.”
xoxo roop
+ no pressure tags under the cut and open tag as usual <3
@ninzied @priincebutt @suseagull04 @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin
@eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @magicandarchery @getmehighonmagic @violetbaudelaire-quagmire
@cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @myheartalivewrites @dumbpeachjuice
@anchoredarchangel @sparklepocalypse @anincompletelist @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew
@tintagel-or-cockleshells @sherryvalli @lizzie-bennetdarcy @heysweetheart-writes @onward--upward
@celeritas2997 @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes
@14carrotghoul @cultofsappho @alasse9 @nontoxic-writes @kiwiana-writes
@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls @ships-to-sail @indestructibleheart @mikibwrites
@porcelainmortal @captainjunglegym @itsmaybitheway @tailsbeth-writes @welcometololaland
@adreamareads @duchessdepolignaca03 @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd
#roop writes#fic: nolanmurphy firstprince#rwrb fic#fics#wip wednesday#actor au#rwrb#chels I'm sorry for this one#this is mean#but it's all i have fjalksdjfklajsdklf#i said i wouldn't share more but this is quite literally the only new thing i have written or edited in a while so#here y'all go
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wip wednesday
tagged by the lovely @tizniz, @bidisasterevankinard <3 <3 <3
this week has sucked ass and it’s only wednesday. anyways, I was inspired by a post from @djdangerlove (I cannot find the original post im so sorry) about buck calling Tommy “Thomas” so here’s a little something from that:
“Do you want me to call you Buck?”
Evan’s nose scrunches up, lips pursing as he slits his eyes open to look at Tommy, slivers of electric blue in the dim light of the bedroom. “Mm–mm.” He snuffles into the pillow, sagging against the bed.
Tommy thinks that’s the end of the conversation, Evan finally passing over the threshold into sleep. But Evan mumbles something else, the sound of it soaked up by his pillow and too quiet for Tommy to hear.
“What?” Tommy asks with a quiet laugh.
Evan huffs, annoyed that his sleep keeps getting thwarted. But he turns his face, unburying it from the pillow.
“Like the way you say my name.”
tags <3
@usersiren, @honestlydarkprincess, @holdmygum, @swiftietartt, @bibuddie, @maygrantgf, @bisexual-buck, @princessfbi, @mellaithwen, @homerforsure, @housewifebuck, @colonoscopys, @boykisserbuckley, @shyaudacity, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @loveyouanyway, @try-set-me-on-fire, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @giddyupbuck, @underwaterninja13, @father-salmon, @hoodie-buck, @devirnis, and you if you’re reading this!!!! (I’m sorry if you’ve already been tagged or I forgot an url, my brain is toasted)
#wip wednesday#evan buckley#tommy kinard#tag game#911#911 fic#bucktommy#molly writes#wip#this fic doesn’t have a fun tagline yet
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Wip Wednesday
I’ve been cooking something with soft!Joel and it’s gonna be out soon (I hope)
A little smutty sneak peek under the cut
“You have the most gorgeous pussy, sweetheart.” That word on his lips sends a fiery wave through every inch of your body and you whimper, when he moves into the space between your legs, spreading your thighs wider with his broad torso.
His plush lips parted, eyes blown and restless, he takes you in - his gaze hastily runs over your face, breast, belly, cunt as if he can’t get enough of you.
He reaches for your face and kisses you deeply and passionately. His hand brushes against your aching pussy and you moan.
“My sweet girl,” he whispers into the corner of your mouth and his lips move down to your neck, collar bone, chest. He’s swirling his tongue over your nipple, his hand kneading your breast while you are running your fingers through his dump curls.
Soon he gets to your pussy and when his hot lips touch you there you almost come against his mouth.
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Npt♥️ @milla-frenchy @corazondebeskar-reads @iamasaddie @tommysversion @kewwrites @mermaidgirl30 @mountainsandmayhem @vivian-pascal
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WIP Wednesday!
Folks! I was tagged by the wonderful @greypetrel last week!! I didn’t have much to show then, but I do now!!
Updates on that Solas sketch I teased a while back! I just slapped some colors on this thing and I’m not the most happy with them right now, but I never am to start with lmao. It’ll get better as I goooo
Aaannndd here’s the sketchiest sketchy sketch that you ever did see that I just started working on. This one is mostly just an excuse to paint foliage and fun lighting (all those scribbles will be plants soon, I promise)
This week I’ll be tagging @greypetrel back as well as @plisuu, @rosieofcorona, @inquisimer, @broodwolf221, and @dreadfutures! No pressure to participate as always 💖💞
#wip wednesday#actually on wednesday this time!#success!#where are Shivana’s hands in that sketch? great question I don’t know either#shiv’s painting is kinda looking like inquisition propaganda rn#it also looks like if my chariot and judgement tarot cards had a baby#sigh#its fine#ALSO#i didn’t even notice until i started painting but her armor has malenia vibes right now#my elden ring brain rot is showing#tag game
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WIP Wednesday 04/24/24
Keep Digging (UYFMHBNTYITG)
I was so busy I almost forgot about WIP Wednesday!! One last confusing snippet of “Keep Digging (UYFMHBNTYITG),” anyone? I think the more I share, the less you guys actually know about this fic.
**spoilers ahead, but also not a single crumb of context provided whatsoever**
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Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening 🤭🤭🤭
I honestly have so much stuff that Ive been drawing on the side and several art for a story Im working on with some friends I met in the Lokius fandom and then some more TF related stuff...
There's so much I started within this month alone after half a year of being in a dump and I do hope to finish and share all of it soon but now all I can offer are sneak peeks 😂😂😂
Feel free to tag yourselves 👀✨
#Kusa Art 0-0)/#theres a lot more tbh but its all rough sketches#some of these are also done but I cant post yet#transfomers#megop#loki series#lokius#wip wednesday
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WIP Wednesday
There’s a lot going on. I’ll leave it to you to decide what. Also this panel is irritating me, even though my spouse picked it. It may change again before I post the page, but this is how it looked when my spousearooni chose it to be the WIP:
I dunno man, I’ll figure it out maybe 😂
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Tagged by @daffi-990 and @bigfootsmom for wip wednesday! Here’s a bit of a won’t you close your weary eyes sequel I forgot I’d scribbled in a notebook, Buck accidentally interrupting Bobby and Eddie deep talks…
The back door clatters open and both of them startle a little. Eddie recovers quickly, hands coming up right away to his fiancé’s waist and arm to help him limp over and sit down on the bench between him and Bobby’s chair.
“You’re supposed to be using the crutches,” he gently chastises, looking Buck up and down with a medic’s careful eye.
“I know, I have been,” Buck says, leaning to bump their shoulders together. “But they were in our room and you were out here. Kind of, you know, equidistant from the couch, and there were more things to grab onto and hop along going this way.”
“Hm,” Eddie says, aiming for unamused though Bobby thinks he lands nearer indulgent.
“Hardly put any weight on it, promise.” Buck sticks out his booted foot, gently wiggling it a little. His already earnest voice drops into something sheepish-sincere. “Could you, uh, maybe get me an ice pack though? Fridge was not in the hopping path.”
“Course,” Eddie says, kissing Buck’s cheek as he stands. “Want me to grab ibuprofen?”
“Yes, please.” Buck watches him go back into the house with a soft smile on his face, and then looks over at Bobby and does a mild double take at whatever lingering expression he finds there. “Uh-” he glances again in the direction his partner left, “Sorry, this looks serious, I can go-”
“No, no,” Bobby shakes his head. “How’re you doing, kid, how’s the foot?”
It’s kind of late but @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @shitouttabuck @buckactuallys @butchdiaz @chronicowboy @rogerzsteven if you have anything you want to share!
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Starting us off bright and early and wishing everyone a great day! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷
Although we do have the sad banner today lads.
From chapter 4 of I Was Thinking About Your Mouth, coming Sunday:
“I think I’m going to skip dinner tonight. I’m not really hungry.” He sounds nasal and faraway and Carlos is standing here, looking at him seriously, but all he wants to do is hold him tight and let him cry into his chest.
“You always say that and then you end up eating at 2 am.”
TK winces with irritation but still politely responds, “I just feel like being alone tonight if that’s okay.” Doesn’t really have the energy to argue.
“No,” Carlos tells him, “It’s not okay. Get up. I mean it.” Risky, using this tone. Sometimes TK is highly amenable to being bossed around. Sometimes Carlos pitches it all wrong.
But TK does get up – softly sulky as he humors Carlos and heaves himself off the bed. He follows Carlos with obvious reluctance, although Carlos is confident he’d have been coaxed anyway by the scent of heating tomato and mozzarella, like always. He knows details about TK that nobody else could ever know because they’d never care enough, except for Owen and Gwyn as his parents. Now one of the people who knows the most about TK is gone forever, and it occurs to Carlos then about the loneliness of it. Every time someone who loves you falls out of the world, they take a part of you with them. They take the facts and the secrets they’ve been privy to, the little details and quirks that they found relevant and charming for reasons of their own. When Carlos told TK he wants all of his pieces, he meant it more than even he realized at the time. He wants not just the addiction and recovery-related aspects of TK’s experiences and emotions – he wants everything that Gwyn took with her when she went. “Send it all back to me and I’ll do it for you,” Carlos prays to her silently, “Send all your love for TK back to me.”
Open tag and tags below
@nancygillianmvp @safeaswrites @literateowl
@kiwichaeng @fallout-mars @sznofthesticks
@eclectic-sassycoweyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
@carlos-tk @whatsintheboxmh @vineofroses
@three-drink-amy @orchidscript @mikibwrites
@herefortarlos @fitzherbertssmolder
@sugdenlovesdingle @honeybee-taskforce @theghostofashton @freneticfloetry
@lemonlyman-dotcom @chicgeekgirl89 @sanjuwrites @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
@alrightbuckaroo @liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @never-blooms
@ladytessa74 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @lightningboltreader
@goodways @reyesstrand @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe
@strandnreyes @chaotictarlos @thisbuildinghasfeelings
If you want to share! No pressure ever! ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷
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WIP Wednesday (MLC amnesia fic edition)
Happy Wednesday! I'm taking one more week off sharing excerpts of my long fic to share bits from the amnesia/discovering mind control bug fic! (It's finally all drafted and will hopefully be posted on AO3 soon!) Enjoy! (You can find the previous excerpt here.)
“A-Fei,” Li Lianhua murmured, his voice shaky as though it had been drawn from a-Fei’s own lungs. His pupils dilated as his gaze slid to his waistband, then trailed a burning path from a-Fei’s navel to his throat, before fixing on his lips. “This isn’t–” He swallowed, his finger twitching against the band of a-Fei’s pants. “You don’t remember all the reasons we shouldn’t.”
That was all the answer he needed. “I don’t care,” a-Fei said, lurching forward to cup Li Lianhua’s face with his hand. “Neither should you.”
For an instant, Li Lianhua leaned into the touch, his eyes falling closed, and his head tipping back with a shuddering exhale.
Then he pulled away, lowering a-Fei’s hand with him. “I can’t. I can’t, a-Fei.”
This didn’t make any sense. He obviously wanted to. What was stopping him?
Oh. Of course. “Is there someone else? Fang Duobing?”
Li Lianhua’s eyes bulged. “What?”
It didn’t take long to come to a decision. “I don’t mind sharing,” he said with a nod.
Li Lianhua flushed. “Why would you–it’s not–he’s my–” he spluttered helplessly, before abandoning any attempt at an excuse and hitting him on the arm instead. “Don’t be ridiculous. And anyway, I’ve seen your so-called sharing at dinner. No thanks.”
A-Fei crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not a chicken leg. And that wasn’t sharing. I know the difference.” He couldn’t exactly remember sharing things in the past, but he couldn’t remember most things at the moment, so that didn’t have to mean anything. And regardless, it was just another skill to master. He could do it.
Li Lianhua was worth it.
#mysterious lotus casebook#WIP Wednesday#my fic#amnesia#Di Feisheng#Li Lianhua#Fang Duobing#Dihua#Feihua#hints of future difanghua#Come for the humor#stay for the exploration of different types of memory and what is and isn't lost when you can't remember your past or who you are#amnesia is so much more of a mindfuck than fic and media show
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WIP: Last Sentence
Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
Thanks for tagging me @burntheedges! You’ve seen this already, but I’m gonna share it with everyone. It’s spicy, so under the cut…
(Yes the paragraph starts with an ellipsis; it’s rather the pinnacle moment so I reserve the right to get carefree with the punctuation 😝)
…and he recalls your words in the cantina earlier as he asserts, “I fight well…” There’s a hiss, and then — holy stars — the tickle of his breath against your ear as his unmodulated voice growls, “…and I fuck well.”
Yep, I’m finally writing some smut! Din is a dab hand at the dirty talk in this one.
Hoo boy, 39 people to tag! Okay, in typically autistic fashion, I’m gonna scroll through my activity and tag my last 39 interactions with any mutuals who write (and aren’t already on Kate’s list) and then make them into nice little alphabetical groups of 5. Don’t judge me.
No pressure y’all ❤️:
@abbonation @alltheglitterandtheroar @alltheotps @auntie-venom @bearsbeetsbeskar
@beskarinhyperspace @burningfieldof-clover @ceapa-mica @cherubispunk @chiriwritesstuff
@classaysstuff @corazondebeskar @decembermidnight @desert-fern @djarinmuse
@djarins-wife @draculasfavoritewife @drewharrisonwriter @for-a-longlongtime @frickatives
@genetics4life @iamsherlocked-1998 @ilovepedro @imperatorkhaleesi @iron-strangers
@magpiepills @mandobogwitch @nerdieforpedro @papurgaatika @pascalpasta1
@penvisions @quicksilvermad @saradika @starstruckunknown-princess @syd-djarin
@toomanytookas @wannab-urs @whxtedreams @wrathkitty
#last line challenge#current wip#wip wednesday#it's wednesday in the uk already so it counts#damn i gotta sleep#din djarin#the mandalorian#mando#mandalorian#din djarin smut#the mandalorian smut#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#din dijarin x reader#the mandalorian x reader#mandalorian x reader#mando x reader#mando x you#the mandolorian#the mandolarian
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thanks for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @terramous you’re all queued 🧡
He slowly stood up from the flimsy plastic chair and left the room. He took the five flights of stairs to avoid the crowds of people leaving the meeting, when in actuality there were only about six of them. He couldn't face them, even if they were strangers. He walked out to his car and slumped into the driver’s seat and let out a guttural sob.
Everywhere he went, he saw his dad. He saw him at the grocery store. He saw him at the dinner table when he visited his mother. He saw him on the street. He saw him at the farmer’s market. He even saw his blood in the entryway of their house, even though that had to be impossible right? They replaced the floorboards. He was losing it, he thought to himself as the burning tears ran down his cheeks.
He looked down at his hands, which were turning stark white from gripping the steering wheel with immense force, stopping at the reflection of light on his ring. TK. That’s why he’s doing this, and he’s all he wants right now. He should have let him come. He hated being alone right now.
He started the car and made the drive home that felt agonizingly long.
no pressure tagging: @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @literateowl @chicgeekgirl89 @alidravana
@lemonlyman-dotcom @kiwichaeng @strandnreyes @safeaswrites @zitasempri
@honeybee-taskforce @bonheur-cafe @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh
@herefortarlos @my-little-tilly @fallout-mars @carlos-tk @jeysbvck
@sugdenlovesdingle
@firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @vineofroses @mikibwrites @paperstorm
@lightningboltreader @ladytessa74 @sanjuwrites @thisbuildinghasfeelings and open tag :)
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thank you for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @bonheur-cafe and @sznofthesticks! You're queued :)
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TK strips methodically once the door is closed behind him and turns the water on. He stares at himself in the mirror and feels as if he’s looking at an ancient portrait of a distant relative instead – there’s some resemblance in the likeness that stares back at him with slightly parted lips and drooping features but there’s a haunted, hollow look behind his eyes and it doesn’t look like the reflection he used to recognize. He looks old and tired, dull like a flickering lightbulb on its last legs, worn out and flat like an overused tire with no treads left to speak of.
It isn’t the first time he’s seen such an empty look on his own face, it’s just the first time in a very long while. TK’s put so many things behind him, anchored them firmly in his past and slammed a door of steel and iron behind them so they can’t follow them into his new life. The only person here who knows the extent of his failures is his dad, and Owen rarely mentions it anymore. TK gave Carlos the middle school book report version but not more than that, and Carlos has never asked for further explanation. TK feels like a gate has been lifted and the ghosts that haunt his past are suddenly swirling around him, and maybe, he thinks as he balls his hands into fists and tries to shatter the mirror with his mind so he doesn’t have to face himself anymore, the gate was made of her.
Tk turns away from it. He steps into the shower, lathering soap into a dark blue bath puff until it’s bubbly and trying to scrub the spiders off his skin. They used to be such a familiar presence. Almost comforting, because they were predictable. It took TK so long and so much work to get rid of them.
Twice, he managed it. Twice he managed to pick himself up and bleed the poison from his system and rebuild. After he lost Carlos, TK’d spent a week terrified that they might come back and he might not be strong enough to resist them, or scrub himself clean a third time afterward. They never did and he was proud of that, even as he drowned in the soul-deep sorrow of lost love. But this is worse than that. Carlos was gone, but he wasn’t gone. The possibility of reconciliation was always floating in the distance, and TK could have reached for it sooner if his pride hadn’t set up so many roadblocks. This isn’t the same. He could reach for his mom but he would be reaching into a void that he won’t be given permission to enter. She didn’t come with him to California but she could have. She didn’t follow them permanently to Texas but she could have. TK can’t follow her wherever she’s gone to this time.
It strikes him as he roughly kneads shampoo into his hair that he’s already forgotten what her laughter sounds like. He can’t conjure the sound of it in his imagination, as much as he tries. He bites the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood and then spits it down the drain, watching as the water pooling around his feet is pink for a few seconds before it runs clear.
Tags under the cut
Tagging @theghostofashton @birdclowns @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
@actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @tailoredshirt @goodways
@alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry @mooshkat @liminalmemories21
@chaotictarlos @lemonlyman-dotcom @whatsintheboxmh @inkweedandlizards @reasonandfaithinharmony
@never-blooms @sanjuwrites @orchidscript @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
@jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @fallout-mars @honeybee-taskforce @vineofroses
@fitzherbertssmolder @safeashousespdf @eclectic-sassycoweyes @laelipoo
#wanna be added or removed to the tag list just hmu#911ls fanfic#paperstorm writes#wip wednesday#tw parent death#tw addiction#missing moments
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Happy Wednesday. 💞 Thanks for tagging me last Sunday and yesterday. My brain is still trying to compure anything in general but I'm excited to read them and your snippets if you want to share today.
I hope you're all ready for some spice of the next First Aid chapter.
thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses
“Don’t you mean ‘make love to you’?” Carlos teases and means all the same. From the last hour together, he had imagined taking their time in the warmth of TK’s bed, continuing with sweetness clogging both of their throats.
“No, I meant fuck me,” TK says under a breath. His eyes go wide like he surprises himself with how demanding he sounded. “But we don’t have to. Whatever you-”
Carlos surges forward then to stop TK before he can propose to go along with anything but what he actually wants.
“Fuck you where? Right here?” He asks against the shell of TK’s ear. “Do you want me to drive you against the kitchen island? Make you come on the countertop?” His hand slides into the wide leg of TK’s shorts and roughly massages the soft skin of his thighs. TK's breathing picks up. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
Pupils wides, TK stares at him with unmatched hunger. He releases his cherry bitten lips and closes them. There is something on the tip of his tongue that he doesn’t seem able to form into words.
“I want to hear anything you fantasize about,” Carlos encourages again, then licks up the tendon of his neck.
TK shivers. “I want you… to rip off my clothes and suck me.”
“Here?”
“Right here. Nice and slow.”
Caros’ cock pulses. His hips move of their own volition, driving his his filling cock into the cabinets to get friction, even at the cost of pain. “What else?”
TK hesitates then says, “Drive your long fingers into me.” He fists Carlos’ shirt. “One by one, until I’m full of you.”
“And?”
“And make me take them until I beg you to fuck me into the counter.”
It’s not how Carlos thought today would go, not like he longs for gentleness himself right now but he still finds his blood boiling at knowing TK trusts him enough to ask for what he really wants.
Instead it's reminiscent of the first few times they hooked up, back when they barely knew each other and filth came at no detriment. Carlos grabs TK’s healthy foot dangling down beside his body and brings it between his own legs. TK immediately understands, raising his leg so the shin rests against Carlos’ bulge. Carlos gives a tentative buck, in a way that makes him see stars. TK moans too, attuned to him.
Open Tag <3
@welcometololaland @rmd-writes @carlos-tk @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
@birdclowns @whatsintheboxmh @lightningboltreader @alrightbuckaroo
@lemonlyman-dotcom @ladytessa74 @strandnreyes @reyesstrand
@paperstorm @orchidscript @freneticfloetry @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
@sznofthesticks @goodways @decafdino @eclectic-sassycoweyes
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#michelle writes#tarlos fic#wip wednesday#first aid#if anyone remembers part of this snippet...yeah that's how much I fucking change for this fic LOL#I feel like I wrote an extra 50k in changes by now#ANYWAYYYYYYYYY editing this beast this week
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