#WIP/Snippet

[profoundlyfaded]

And there we finally have it! The first kiss. I couldn’t hold it out much longer than this point.

Let the courtship begin!

Edit - yes, I know there is a wee mistake, it’s been corrected in the draft so the finished chapter won’t have the mistake.

[last-starry-sky]

Had a dream last night of alpha!141 discovering omega!reader through her small “daily life” youtube channel.

Just the thought of four massive men pressed together, jostling one another to watch you on one phone screen (held in a fucking death grip) as you film yourself setting up your nest or making a smoothie.

[strang3lov3]

Dad!Joel snippet

as promised :) sorry for getting too sleepy for dadcest night!! it was the weed.

under the cut - incest, icky, sexual content. all characters are adults and this is fiction.

Joel pulls into his driveway, then shuts off the truck and puts the keys into the pocket of his soft, worn shirt. He’s gentle as he lifts your head from his lap, doing this awkward, careful maneuver as he opens the truck door and slides out. He leans over your body and grabs you in his strong arms, then carries you tightly against his chest. Joel slams the truck door shut by kicking it with his foot, then looks down at you. 

Your sleeping face, knocked the fuck out. Lips plump and pouting, drooling - there’s drool on his jeans, too. Not that he minds any. “Ohh,” he sighs quietly. “What’m I gonna do with ya, kiddo.”

Drives in Dad’s truck always put you to sleep. Joel remembers when you were a baby, and fucking inconsolable. Colicy, you poor girl. All out of sorts. And nothing worked to soothe you - not a bottle, not a story, not being rocked or bounced or anything. Joel didn’t have the heart to let you cry it out, either. You kept Joel awake for days, screaming your little head off. Joel was at his wits end with you and needed a break before he screamed his head off, too. So he buckled you into your little carseat and began driving to Uncle Tommy’s so he could deal with you for a little bit. Tommy owed him one, anyway. 

Joel realized he could hear Nirvana playing on the radio, and not your screams and cries. In five minutes you’d passed out, like a fucking charm.

He grunts when he carries you inside, muscles burning as he brings you up the stairs. “When’d you get so big, huh?” he murmurs, laying you down on your bed. He unties your shoes one at a time and slips them off, quietly placing them on the floor. Wasn’t so long ago that your shoes had velcro straps and lit up when you ran. 

“Dad,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep.

“Shit, sweetheart. M’sorry,” Joel whispers, stroking the side of your head. “Didn’t mean to wake ya. Go back to sleep, darlin’.” 

You shake your head. “Rock me.” 

Oh, Joel knows what that means. And those eyes you give him, fuck. “Rock you, huh?” he asks, feeling his cock twitch in his denim. “Reckon s’a little late for that, kiddo. Got a busy mornin' ahead of us.” 

“Please,” you beg, reaching for your dad’s warm hand and putting it between your thighs, where you're all slick and dripping. “I need you, Daddy.” 

Joel sighs, then bites the corner of his lip. It’s true what they say, about kids making you soft. “Yeah, alright. I’ll rock ya,” he agrees.

more dad!joel

[wynnyfryd]

“Oh, my god, I’m sorry, okay?” Steve bends to spit toothpaste in the sink, flinging his wet toothbrush around. “But I just put on your favorite movie and spooned you for an hour and a half, man, so like, read the room.”

Eddie slides up behind him and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. Jesus, Steve’s hot when he’s annoyed. “The room has been read.” He nuzzles his cheek against Steve’s back until he feels the muscles relax; tips up to kiss Steve’s jaw, the splotch of blush beside his ear. “The room has been so thoroughly appreciated. The room is gonna get its dick sucked clean off if it—”

“—Alright, alright,” Steve shoves him off with a quiet laugh, eyes crinkling at the corner. “The room, uh, thanks you for your, like, maid service offer, but it, um…”

“You can stop trying to improv.”

“Oh, thank god.” He slumps into Eddie’s hold. “Too tired for that shit.”

[dtilmnh]

"If James was here-", Molly said, clearly not done yet and Sirius actually laughed. Of all the arguments she could have chosen, she went with that one.

"James would have never allowed me to be locked up here", he said. Sirius had never truly been sure if he deserved James's love and friendship, but if there was one thing he knew it was that James would have defended him until the very end. Remus opened his mouth, presumably to warn him not to leave the house.

"Relax Remus, I'm not going anywhere", Sirius said, waving him off. "But you and I both know that James would have burnt this place down before letting me so much as step foot in here again."

This time, no one said a word as he spun on his heel and walked away.

[baambastic]

“Drake,” Damian announced, “I require your presence at an outing this afternoon.”

“‘Hello, Tim, how are you?’ ‘I’m good, Damian, and how about you? Did you need something?’ It’s usually considered polite not to walk in and immediately make demands of people, Damian,” Tim replied from where he was hunched over his keyboard. He didn’t look over at his unexpected visitor, but he bet the brat was rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Will you do it or not?”

Tim hummed. “Depends on what this ‘outing’ is. And why you didn’t ask Bruce or Dick to take you.”

“Father and Grayson are both imbeciles,” Damian huffed.

“They’re too busy today, you mean?”

“I meant what I said. Are you an imbecile like they are?”

“Again, you haven’t told me what it is you want to do.”

“Fine,” Damian grumbled. “Colin has asked me to do something called an ‘escape room’ with him. It sounded mildly diverting, so I looked into it. There’s a recently opened establishment for such an activity, but we need four people to participate.”

“And you want me to be one of those four,” Tim concluded. He pushed himself away from the computer. “I’ve got time, so sure, I’ll come with. Two things, though.” He paused for dramatic effect.

Damian crossed his arms impatiently. “Yes?”

Tim grinned. “First, who’s this Colin?”

“An acquaintance. He assisted me in apprehending Victor Zsasz not long ago.”

“Is he around your age?”

“Approximately.”

Was he some sort of meta, then? How else would a (presumably untrained) kid be able to handle Zsasz? Tim decided to file that away for later inspection. At least it sounded like Damian was making friends. He definitely needed some. “Alright then, second thing. You said you needed four people. Even with me, you only have three. Who’s your fourth?”

Damian looked away. “I… hadn’t gotten that far yet.” Was that embarrassment Tim heard in his voice? Damian was usually too proud for that.

“Okay, not a problem. I can wrangle us another person.” If the person he was thinking of could make it, both Damian and them could get a lot out of this. Hurrah for two birds with one escape-room-shaped stone.

“Very well. Colin and I will be waiting outside for you. I presume this fourth person will meet us at the establishment?”

“Probably, yeah. Did you really leave Colin on my doorstep?”

“He did not want to enter, I would say because he thought he might be unwelcome. A stupid notion; you are far too trusting.”

“Thanks,” Tim said drily. He waved towards the door. “Alright, lemme make this call.”

Damian nodded and walked away. Before fully exiting the room, though, he turned back to Tim. “What are you working on, anyway?” he asked.

Tim hummed. “Nothing much. Just preparing.” He didn’t offer any further explanation. After a few moments of waiting expectantly, Damian huffed and left.

[grimalkinscribbles]

I’d be that smug too if my face was in that kinda proximity to Ais’s perk tit

[automeris-io-moth]

Short #5

"Shush, you're okay," Villain soothed, a warm hand running through Hero's hair, mask long ago discarded on the floor, filthy with blood and dirt. 

Hero disagreed, grunting as a half-thought response, still navigating on the frontier of consciousness. Trying, and failing, to slap the other’s hand away. 

“They did quite a number on you, no one would believe they’re supposed to be your friends.” Villain whispered the last part, a hand reaching for Hero’s belt, taking their weapons out, and throwing them to the side. Hero’s hand could only twitch “One can only wonder what would have happened to you if I hadn’t asked for you unharmed.” 

Carefully, Villain brushed a single tear going down Hero’s cheek. They hadn’t noticed they shed it. 

“There’s no need to cry, with me you’re safe.” 

_

Masterlist

[salamispots]

wip wip wip

[hoaxghost]

Maybe I'll start a lil bit of a progress post....

[profoundlyfaded]

Untitled WIP

Pairing: Fem!Rook Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin

—

‘But I did save your life when the wraiths stormed the auditorium.’

‘That was you?’ He laughed, drawing away to look at her. ‘I knew we’d met before. Your hair is very distinctive.’

‘Lilac,’ Rook intoned with a smile, as Emmrich twisted a lock of her hair through his long fingers. ‘Are you really not upset that I fell asleep in one of your classes?’

‘Well, I can’t deny that it was a bit of blow, particularly when you’ve been at pains to inform me how interesting you find me,’ he told her, the sparkle in his eyes belying the seriousness of his tone.

She stroked his upper arm. ‘Perhaps I can find a way to make it up to you.’

‘Giving you the lecture in person?’ Emmrich suggested, his voice dropping to a salacious tone that had managed to set her alight time and time again, turning her so she pressed up against the table.

—

Good news, the first draft is finished! Woot!

(Enjoyed this snippet - full fic now live - https://archiveofourown.org/works/61233742)

[pressplay-if]

shmirp

[wynnyfryd]

“I just finished reading Grapes of Wrath, which is actually pretty excellent when you’re not being forced to read it in sophomore lit.” Eddie turns to them with a smirk. “Also got a stack of slutty zines under my bed if that’s more your speed.”

Robin chokes on her orange soda. “Grapes, please.”

Steve looks between the two of them, confused. “Why? I like slutty stuff.”

Eddie’s making air leak noises from trying so hard not to laugh.

Robin’s face is beet red. “Eddie, give him Grapes of Wrath and shut up!”

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[anto-pops]

MC: “You don’t need me to praise you, your ego is big enough as it is.” 

Sebastian: “That’s not the only thing that gets bigger when you praise me."

MC: “You’re such a dog.” 

Sebastian: “If you pet me, I’ll–”

SMACK

[moonyfest]

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