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[the-d0wned-drag0n]

day 2 of 10 years of rtte week!!! written for the prompts "“Where Hiccup Goes, We Go” + Dragon Riders"

“Where Hiccup goes, we go,” Astrid says, jabbing an accusatory finger at Viggo through the bars. They’ve failed this raid, and failed it badly at that. Ruffnut and Astrid are in one cell; Hiccup, and Tuffnut are in the other. She can just see Stormfly, and her Barf and Belch; Toothless, however, is missing.

Viggo only laughs in response. “That’s not your decision to make, I’m afraid.” There’s a trimphant spark in his eye. “But it is yours, my dear,” he says, turning to face Hiccup.

“Yeah, I’ll stay right here, thanks.”

“Oh? Well, if you’d rather be separated from your Night Fury, I suppose—“

“No.”

Viggo’s not finished the sentence before Hiccup interrupts, with a note of genuine ire in his voice. He’s slow to anger, and terrible to tease for that reason, but Viggo gets under his skin in a way that Ruffnut reluctantly admires. It’s probably because he’s actually evil, and Hiccup needs to be literally free-falling off a dragon at least once a day to feel alive and fulfilled, and this is that but metaphorically. Something about trust and danger and the cold waves crashing against the hull of the ship.

(It’s probably why he’s stopped looking at Astrid like he did when they were kids.)

So Hiccup leaves. Viggo takes him out of the cell, personally, and handcuffs him, but doesn’t strongarm him; Hiccup follows peaceably and obediently, because Toothless is the most important person in the world to him, and Viggo Grimborn might be second, so even though he’s not happy about leaving them, he’s content.

He never tells them how he’s treated when he’s over there.

Astrid thinks he’s getting tortured, which Hiccup has implied is true—Tuffnut made a joke about testing poisons on him; and Hiccup laughed awkwardly in that way he does when he might be hiding something, and then vehemently denied it in a way that makes it clear he’s hiding something. Fishlegs… Fishlegs started crying the last time it was brought up. Ruffnut isn’t sure what he thinks, but it’s probably nothing good.

She thinks that she and Snotlout are probably the only ones who don’t think anything of the sort, though whether Snotlout is just saying that to get a rise or not is up for debate.

Everyone shut her down when she said they were having a romantic rendez-vous every time they got captured, but she’s pretty sure those poisons they’re testing are just varieties of wine. One day they’ll believe her. They’ll all be sorry then when Viggo’s co-chief of Berk and Hiccup is co-chief of the reformed Hunters.

But it should be said that if Viggo didn’t have Toothless in his grasp, Hiccup would be right here with them. He’s no traitor, of that she’s sure, and he loves dragons more than the rest of them combined. If tomorrow he could wake up as a dragon and never set foot on solid ground again, he’d take it.

Toothless is the key player in this matchup. Viggo would probably make some comment about Maces and Talons, but Ruffnut doesn’t know the rules. The only strategy game she plays is a silly one called Chess she and Tuff invented when they were kids.

What’s important here is that Toothless and Hiccup are functionally the same person (do not separate) and Hiccup is easier to win over and Toothless is easier to capture (as weird as it sounds that a Night Fury, a demi-god of a dragon, is easier to capture than a teenager). Hiccup sleeps best when he’s curled up against Toothless. Even when Toothless decides to sleep like a bat, Ruffnut has seen Hiccup sink into his hold comfortably. Either he’s the best actor in the world, or that genuinely counts as a night of good sleep for him.

So Hiccup is off, chasing his soulmate wherever Viggo leads him; and Ruffnut suspects that will be into the captain’s quarters of his flagship for dinner, wine, and a game. But it’s probably impolitic to bring up right now, and they do need to blow this ship up at some point, so she puts the issue out of her mind for the moment and gets to strategising.

[httpiastri]

the cheek kiss is giving me major vibes for the twily fic. yn would be so proud but both of her boys are doing well so 😭

bestie sameeeee 😭😭 that was my exact thought, seeing his dad kiss his cheek….. like yn is would 🥺🥺 gosh

[hansmic]

“𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖞”

han jisung x gn! reader

genre: romance

warnings: none

word count: 3.6k

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Han slowly walked out of the studio, his leather guitar case in hand. He adjusted the backpack on his shoulders and stretched, his back making a satisfying pop sound. He took a peek at his watch and groaned. It was almost seven in the evening, and by this time, he was usually on his way home.

However, for once, he found that he didn’t mind staying a bit longer; he still had one more thing to do. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he walked down the hallway, whistling a soft tune.

After entering the practice room, Han set his guitar case and backpack down against the wall. He pushed up his sleeves and surveyed the room, humming in approval upon seeing that he was the only one. It was perfect. This late into the evening, not a lot of people came to the practice room, which meant he didn’t need to worry about being interrupted. Sitting down on a chair, he flipped open the guitar case and took out his instrument, carefully tuning it.

Now that it was in tune, Han took a look at the music sheets laid out in front of him. He began to play a few chords, his fingers dancing over the strings effortlessly, but he stopped suddenly. There was something missing; he was stuck, and it was killing him inside. He’d made a lot of progress up until this point, but now, it seems like he hit a brick wall.

Frowning, he set the guitar down and ruffled his hair in frustration. There was a clear vision in his head of what he wanted to write, but he just couldn’t seem to put it into words. As if mocking him, a few stray words began to echo in his mind and he groaned. This was stupid, he’d never had so much trouble coming up with lyrics before. It was driving him crazy.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Focus, he told himself, focus. But the words still echoed inside his head, almost as if they had a mind of their own. They reminded him of the reason he was stuck, and just what he was missing all along.

Opening his eyes, he leaned down and rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a small notebook.

He flipped through the pages, looking for something in particular. As his fingers flicked through the notebook, snippets of unfinished lyrics could be seen scribbled on various pages. He finally stopped on the lyrics for his latest song, frowning as he read the page from top to bottom. This was so stupid. He should’ve never tried to write a love song.

Han ran a hand through his hair, crumpling and uncrumpling the edges of the notebook page as he reread the lyrics. He’d always been able to come up with lyrics about love and heartbreak for other idols, but it was so much more difficult to write for himself, and frankly, very annoying. He’d been working on the song for over three days now, and for some reason, the final words that would pull the lyrics together completely eluded him.

Han closed the notebook with a sigh, tossing it onto the table beside him. This was getting him nowhere; as much as he wanted to keep working, it was probably best to stop for the evening. He packed up his things before looking at the clock on the wall. It was 7:30pm already. How long had he been working?

He stood up, slinging his guitar case on his back and picking up his backpack. While he was disappointed, he knew he needed to rest; maybe by tomorrow, his thoughts would clear and he’d be able to finish writing the song. With that hope in mind, he turned off the light and walked out of the practice room, locking the door behind him.

As Han walked down the hallway, he felt his stomach grumble in protest. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime, and he really didn’t feel like going out to buy food. There was a vending machine down the hall, maybe he’d grab something from there.

Strolling down the hall, he turned around the corner only to almost bump straight into someone.

“Oh crap—“ He threw out his arms to keep the other person from falling, quickly stabilizing them and making sure they didn’t get hurt. After making sure they were fine, he finally took a good look at the person in front of him.

Han’s eyes widened. Standing in front of him was a person that he’d definitely never seen before. You had a youthful glow about them, with an air of elegance. Your eyes were sharp and clear, and while your head was down as you adjusted their bag, he could see your long hair framing their face.

“You alright?” He asked, still holding onto your shoulders.

You looked up and Han’s breath hitched in his throat. Up close, they looked even more beautiful. You seemed a bit stunned as well; he could see your face turning slightly pink as they looked up at him from under their lashes. He watched as you nodded and carefully took a step back.

He let his hands drop awkwardly back to his side, shoving them into his pockets to stop himself from staring. “Sorry about that, I didn’t see you when I came around the corner,” he said, chuckling nervously.

The person in front of him shook their head. “No, it’s fine, I should have been paying attention,” you replied, looking up and meeting his eyes.

As the person spoke, Han felt something stir inside of him. Your voice was sweet and clear, and even though the hallway was quiet, he could still hear you clearly. In fact, he was shocked at how familiar you seemed, but he was sure that he’d never seen you before.

He realized that he was staring again and his mouth opened on instinct. “I’ve never seen you around here before, you new?”

You nodded, and this time, Han was able to get a better look at their facial features. From the high bridge of their nose to the curve of their lips, you were absolutely gorgeous. It took him all his willpower to not stare. “I just joined a few days ago,” you said, your voice cutting through the silence. “I’m still learning my way around.”

“Ah, so you’re a rookie?” He asked, rocking back and forth on his heels. He felt strangely drawn to you, like a moth to a flame; he almost felt giddy at the chance to continue speaking to you.

You nodded in affirmation. “I guess you could say that.” In the dim lighting, he could almost see the small upturned curl of your lips, creating a coy smile. “How long have you been here?”

Han smirked slightly. “Long enough.” He took a step forwards, leaning against the wall. “So if you’re a rookie, that means you’re looking to become an idol?”

You— in front of him seemed to hesitate, looking away and running a hand through your hair. Just that simple action made them look absolutely dazzling, and Han found himself staring once again. “Not exactly,” you replied, finally looking back and meeting his gaze. “I’m more interested in becoming a songwriter.”

Han raised his eyebrows slightly. “Oh?” You was full of surprises. From the way they carried themselves, he had been expecting you to say you wanted to be a singer; the revelation that they were a songwriter like him was a pleasant surprise. “How long have you been writing?”

“I’ve been writing lyrics and composing for a few years now,” they replied, your voice clear and steady, as if you have answered this question a million times before. “I’m still relatively new, though, so I’m trying to improve as much as I can.”

A frown flitted over Han’s face. you were humble, a lot humbler than most other people he knew. For you to say you were “new” after writing for a few years was a bit of a shock. He had a feeling that you were actually a lot more talented than you were letting on. “You say you’re new, but I’m sure you’ve got a lot more experience than most other new writers,” he said, giving you a light nudge.

A faint smile graced your lips, and Han watched, entranced. The low lighting of the hallway seemed to enhance your features, making you look especially beautiful. “Why do you say that?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

Han chuckled softly. “You just give off a professional vibe,” he said, waving a hand around as if that would give a clearer explanation. “Most of the people I’ve met here are all flash and little talent, but you seem different. Can I ask what your name is?”

Your lips pursed slightly as you seemed to consider something, probably weighing how much you should say in front of a stranger. In the end, you must have decided something, because you smiled, that same soft smile. “My name is Y/N,” you replied, watching him carefully.

Han smiled in response; at least now he had a name besides stranger to associate with you. “Y/N.” He repeated, watching as you nodded. The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded almost musical; he thought that perhaps songwriting wasn’t the only thing you had a talent for.

A comfortable silence fell upon the two of you. The hallway was quiet except for your slight breathing, and Han found himself enjoying this silence immensely. You tilted your head up slightly, looking at him quizzically. “What about you?” You asked, gesturing to Han. “What is your name?”

Han almost laughed; he couldn’t believe it. In the span of a few minutes, he had almost completely forgotten to introduce himself. He ran a hand sheepishly through his hair, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I totally forgot,” he sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his neck. “My name is Han Jisung.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the name, as if you had somehow heard it before, but you quickly schooled your expression. “Han Jisung,” you repeated, testing the name out on your tongue just as he had done. A small smile appeared on your face as you nodded. “I like it.”

Something inside Han fluttered. Your comment was simple, the compliment innocent, but it filled him with some unknown feeling and he found himself unable to respond. He was sure he looked like an idiot, but he couldn’t help but feel satisfied that you had liked his name.

It seemed like neither of you knew how to continue from there. Han fidgeted awkwardly, rocking back and forth on his heels and adjusting the strap of his backpack. You looked away, but not before he caught sight of a small smile on your face as you looked down at your shoes.

Silence surrounded the two of you again, but this time, it felt tenser. Han wasn’t sure why he was feeling so on edge, you weren’t some kind of celebrity; you were just a rookie songwriter he’d randomly run into. But for some reason, being around you made his heart beat faster, and he had to keep reminding himself to breathe.

You glanced up at him, noticing his nervous fidgeting, and you spoke up. “You must have been practicing in the studio for a long time, you look exhausted,” you said, eyeing his backpack with slight curiosity.

He chuckled weakly, running a hand through his hair. “You caught me,” he admitted, leaning back against the wall. “I’ve been practicing for like…three hours by now.”

You winced. “Three hours?” You repeated, a concerned expression on your face. “Why would you push yourself like that?”

Han shrugged, pulling at the ends of the strap of his guitar case. “I have this song I’ve been trying to write for a few days, and I’m not done yet, so I just wanted to finish it as soon as possible,” he explained, looking off to the side.

As he spoke, his eyes accidentally flicked over to you, and once again, he was struck at how familiar you looked. It was like seeing a long lost friend, and he felt drawn to you for some inexplicable reason. He slowly took in everything about you, the slope of your nose, the way your hair fell over your shoulders. He almost felt like he’d found something he’d been looking for all along.

Everything around him seemed to suddenly be amplified. The quiet of the hall, your breathing, your soft voice, it was all so intense, and he had a sudden realization. All he had needed from the very beginning was right in front of him. His eyes widened as a small realization formed in his head.

Everything clicked into place, the final words of his unfinished song flooding his mind like a sudden wave, and he almost felt like an idiot. You were his missing inspiration, the very thing he had been searching for.

The very realization nearly made him stagger; for the last four days, he had been racking his brain trying to find the last lines of his song, and all it had taken was a chance meeting with you in the dark of night for him to finally find the inspiration he needed.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. For some reason, the revelation that you were the key piece to his latest song made Han feel strangely nervous. He stared at you, drinking in every detail of your face, and suddenly, an idea appeared in the back of his head.

He hesitated for a moment; he wasn’t sure how you would respond to the idea that was rapidly solidifying in his mind. The thought was slightly insane, and you might even turn him down, but it was worth a try. Steeling his nerves, he spoke up, his voice slightly shaky.

“Y/N,” he called, hoping you didn’t notice the quiver in his voice. You looked up at him, looking at him with slightly wide eyes and he suddenly felt very nervous about what he was about to say.

“You’re a songwriter, right?” He said, fiddling with his guitar strap again. “And you’re also new, which means you probably don’t have any projects yet.”

You nodded at his words, and he took that as an opportunity to continue. “How do you think about… maybe trying a collaboration?” he asked, a slight hopeful tone in his voice.

You froze as he spoke, your mouth slightly open. You seemed stunned at the words he’d just said, and Han felt his heart rate spike. He waited for you to respond, trying to keep his expression neutral and hiding the fact that he was holding his breath.

You took an eternity to respond, and every second of silence made him feel more nervous. He watched you closely, taking in your surprise, but he still didn’t respond. His palms were sweaty and he gripped the strap of his guitar even tighter, hoping that you weren’t going to reject him.

After a few more agonizing seconds, his worries were put to rest. You finally spoke up, your voice a hint of excitement and shock. “You… want me to collaborate with you?” you repeated, looking at him skeptically.

Han quickly nodded. He was so relieved that you hadn’t outright turned him down, and it gave him a new boost of confidence. “Yeah, you seem really talented, and you could give me some really good insight into songwriting,” he explained, giving you a hopeful look.

Han suddenly remembered that fact, and he hoped that didn’t seem too suspicious. It was technically the truth, but he hadn’t exactly thought this through. “Please?” he added, giving you an innocent look to try and sweeten the deal.

You watched his expression, looking at the pleading eyes on his face, and you felt the last of your reservations fade away. A small smile formed on your face, and you nodded. “Sure, why not?”

Han almost felt like he was in a movie. It was all so cliché—the perfect person suddenly entering his life when he needed them most. And on top of that, you had agreed to collab with him. He could have sworn that his heart rate was through the roof.

The realization that he was going to be working with you on a regular basis suddenly hit him, and he had to resist the urge to start a celebratory dance right there in the hallway. Instead, he took a deep breath, doing his best to look calm and collected.

Once he was sure that he wasn’t about to explode from excitement, he smiled at you. “Great!” he exclaimed, the excitement and relief clear in his voice. “We could start tomorrow?”

As he spoke, he realized that he didn’t know how he was actually going to get in touch with you. He fidgeted awkwardly, realizing how stupid he must look. His face must have given away his thoughts, because you chuckled softly, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

You had obviously gotten what he was struggling to say, and you held out your phone with a small smile. “Give me your number,” you said with a slight smirk. “That way you can contact me.”

Han’s heart just about stopped in his chest. You looked almost like a goddess at that moment, surrounded by the dim lighting and holding your hand out with a small, slightly amused smile. He swallowed, trying to get the sudden lump in his throat out, and took your phone with shaky fingers.

He entered his number quickly, trying to make sure he didn’t mess up any numbers in his flustered state. Once he was sure that he hadn’t screwed up, he gave you your phone back with a sheepish look on his face.

When you took it, your fingers brushed against his for a brief moment, and Han almost gasped. The small touch felt like fire burning his skin, and he had to clench his fists to keep himself from reacting to the electric sensation in his blood.

The touch was so brief, but Han felt electrified, like he had been struck by pure lightning. All of his sensations seemed to heighten; the air around them felt more charged, and you seemed to be more stunning than ever in the low light. He was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that the two of you were standing very close together.

The room felt like it was closing in on him, and the silence was so thick that he was surprised it hadn’t drowned him yet. He fidgeted, unable to hold still beneath your gaze. A small part of him was worried that the hammering of his heart could be heard, and he tried to control his breathing to stop it from sounding so irregular.

A few more seconds of silence passed, and Han swore that he was about to do something that he might regret. Everything was just so intense, and his heart rate wouldn’t slow down, and for the life of him, he couldn’t stand still.

Finally, he opened his mouth, trying his best to sound casual. “I should probably get going,” he said, his own voice sounding strained to his ears. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded, a mysterious expression on your face. For some reason, you seemed to be a lot more calm about this situation than he was, and you didn’t even look flustered. You just met his eyes steadily, giving him a small nod. “See you,” you said, and it took all of his willpower to not melt right there.

Once again, Han found himself unable to respond. It suddenly seemed impossible to form coherent sentences when you were looking at him, and the fact that you were as calm as ever didn’t help his floundering. He gave you a tight forced smile and a nod, trying to get himself to look normal in your presence.

He took a step away from you, feeling his body scream in protest at leaving your presence. He wanted to grab your arm and ask you to stay, wanted to feel your fingers brush against his again, but his mind forced himself to just walk away, waving a farewell as he did.

His body felt like it was on auto-pilot, forcing him take one step in front of the other and walk down the hallway. He didn’t turn back to look at you, knowing that if he did, he would never be able to leave.

As he walked back to the studio room, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The image of you seemed to be burned into his memory, and he swore that he could still feel the ghost of your touch against his hand. The feeling was intoxicating, and he was already addicted.

Finally reaching the studio room, Han pushed the door open on shaky legs. The room was empty, and he was grateful that he could have some time to himself. He sank down onto one of the chairs, collapsing into the cushion and taking a few deep breaths. Everything that had just happened with you swirled around in his head, and even after the whole situation, he still felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

Once he was able to stop his racing heart, Han reached for his guitar, settling the strap over his shoulder with practiced ease. Memories of you seemed to flash through his mind as he began to play, memories of your smile, your voice, of the way a few strands of hair had fallen over your eyes as you looked at him.

His fingers automatically found the right chords, and the last two lines of the song he’d been working on seemed to come into his head effortlessly. A soft smile found his lips as he sang to himself, strumming the final cords on his guitar in a soft, low tone.

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[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 4.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine) and Dec.3 (Lights Out)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 1,960

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A/N: I'm such a sucker for softdom!Dean. Hmmm I have a feeling that tomorrow's gonna be something more spicy. So stay tuned my little vixens 🦊 EDIT: Had to edit a few sentences cuz it didn't feel right to me

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4th Dec. - Tickle

Dean and you were on a research spree today. Running from one witness to the next all across town. One of the oddest was definitely the bird freak who held peacocks in his apartment. Once you sneaked off to get a glance into his bathroom, you instantly knew that this freak wasn’t holding his private cute little bird zoo but in fact his personal butcher shop. And judging by the bloody – or rather – feathery mess, it looked like he had just mauled one. Well, turns out he was the ghoul you were after. A few moments later you two were already bashing the guys head in, probably scared the life out of the remaining cocks in the process and ultimately Dean chopped the bastards head off with the swing of his axe – just to be sure.

Monster dead, peacocks released into the wild, job done.

Fast forward and you two are stumbling into your shared bedroom at the bunker, both dishevelled and with some blood splattered across those fake FBI suits of yours. Neither of you could care any less right now, though. You let out an exhausted sigh while you start to unbutton your shirt, your back turned to Dean. Big mistake. Before you can react, you find yourself in the air, your feet kicking in surprise with a short high pitched scream which gets cut off as you get tossed onto the bed. It takes you a moment to roll over onto your back, your eyes instantly locking with Dean’s. “Well, well… is someone in the mood?” You comment with a tired chuckle. Dean’s green eyes flash at you mischievously while he carries that iconic smirk of his. His eyes never leave yours as he tugs at his tie, smoothly pulling it off his collar before he moves onto the bed, straddling you. “Guilty as charged,” he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head with one hand, swiftly wrapping his tie over them with the other, securing your wrists together.

You don’t fight him, but instead let out a low hum and instinctively tilt your head back, your eyes drinking in the sight of him straddling you while in that good looking uniform, “Goddamn, you know I love it when you wear that suit.” Dean chuckles lowly as he finishes securing your wrists together, tying the knot tightly. He then leans down to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss, his tongue swirling around yours with a soft groan against your mouth. But after a moment he pulls back again, leaving you breathless and craving for more. “I know,” he finally replies in a low, gravelly voice. His hands run down your side, his fingers tracing the curves of your body beneath the fabric of your suit. “Now, let’s see how much you love it up close and personal.” Before you get to reply, your lips part for a soft gasp at the way his mouth trails down your neck, nipping slightly at your collarbone. His hands follow suite to unbutton your blazer and shirt, his fingertips slowly trailing down your exposed skin. A shiver runs through your body, and you can’t keep yourself from subtly grinding your hips against his growing erection. You were tired, yes, but also horny. “Tired and horny” as you two would always call it. Unfortunately for you, Dean has different plans for tonight than a quick round.

Dean’s mouth twitches into a smirk against your skin as he feels your movement and the friction against his boner only fuels his own eagerness. But he holds himself back, his mind set on something different tonight. After the intense and unusual sex session you had yesterday, he had thought of a way to pay you back with his own little game. “Now, be a good girl and stay still for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his voice laced with authority. This just sends another shiver down your spine all the way to your core. Your thighs twitch and your wrists tug against the tie in anticipation while you whimper with silent, pouty lips. But it’s no use – Dean knows all your tricks and he won’t fall for them. He ignores your pleading look by moving a hand to your hips, pressing down to keep you from moving against him with a low chiding “ah-ah-ah.”

A frustrated, soft whine slips your lips at that. You can feel the heat pool between your legs, your need for friction urging you to shift and squirm, to touch him, to feel him. But Dean won’t have any of it. With a little warning smack to your thigh, you freeze in your desperate attempt to defy him and your eyes snap up at him. “Patience, my little sunshine,” he warns, and to make his point, he presses your hip further into the mattress, holding you steady while he repositions himself on top of you. Shifting further back to straddle your thighs now, he continues with his voice dropped to a lower and authoritative tone, “Close your eyes for me.”

You have to stifle a frustrated huff, fighting the urge to just try and break free from the tie around your wrists – you are a hunter after all, and the times you had already ended up with tied up wrists and ankles would make any bondage enthusiast envious - but, knowing that the only way to get somewhere with Dean is by playing by his rules, you decide to submit to him and do as he demands. As always. Damn he really knows how to keep you at his mercy.

Once your eyes are closed, Dean’s smirk shifts first into a satisfied smile before it turns to a mischievous grin. Your heart’s racing and you feel your core tingling in anticipation. Then you suddenly feel him fumble with your shirt and blouse, his hands gently tugging at the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. As the clothings pool around your tied up wrists, he quickly continues to tie them in place against the headboard, leaving your arms stretched above your head, unable to move them. Your breath hitches briefly when you realize that he just tied your arms down and once again you feel a shudder go through your body, the anticipation almost killing you.

You then feel him shift on top of you, his twitching boner grazing your core for a moment before he moves down your body. His hands roam over your hips and thighs as he unbuttons your pants and slowly slips them off along with your panties. Goosebumps flash across your body as you feel the cold air hit your skin – but also because you can practically feel Dean’s eyes on you. Drinking in the sight of you completely naked and tied down and at his complete mercy. After a moment of silence, you can hear him get up and walk to the foot of the bed and you instantly tense up from anticipation, your eyes still shut tightly. You try to listen to his every breath, just like you did last night in the dark, trying to guess his next move – but then your breath catches in your throat. You feel a hand on each of your ankles as they gently get pulled apart, opening you up nicely while he pulls them close to the bedframe where he ties them up as well. You swallow thickly, your thighs slightly trembling from the new level of vulnerability. Goddamn you were at his complete mercy now. And it is enough to turn you into a pathetic version of soft whimpering, shaky breaths and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip since there is literally nothing else you can do any more.

Dean takes a step back to eye his finished work with a low, pleased hum. Let’s begin the teasing.

You hear him rummage around his duffel bag until the noise suddenly stops and his steps come closer again until you can feel his presence right beside the bed. You swallow thickly, the tension driving your pulse up and making your muscles twitch involuntarily. “What are you doing…?” you dare to ask in a shy murmur when you cannot take it any more.

“Just a little repayment for last night.” He says in a nonchalant tone, but you can hear that there’s more to it and that only serves to raise your frustration even more. Dean leans close in when you feel his warm breath on your cheeks and you can sense him being only inches from your face when he continues in a voice of mischief, “Just a little something to explore your senses a bit… and maybe test your patience.”

On the last word, you suddenly feel a tickle on your arm, soft and yet prickling. The sensation traces along your inner arm – you twitch from it but your tied wrists above your head keep you from escaping it. Slowly and lightly it dances across your skin in a maddening pattern, barely touching you. And the moment a giggle slips your lips, it clicks in your head. “Don’t tell me you actually snitched a peacock’s feather?”

Dean’s lips twitch into a devilish grin at your observation, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Sly bastard” you think to yourself as you listen to his reply, imagining the wicked expression he must have right now.

“Now,” he starts in a more commanding voice which makes you draw in a sharp breath from anticipation, “You’ll keep your eyes closed. You are not allowed to move or to talk. And no giggling, no whimpers or whines – in fact, no nothin’. Understood?” You nod, knowing that you’re at his mercy now, for however long he wants. For the following twenty minutes, Dean continues his torturous game. He runs the feather along your curves, from your toes, across your ankle, over your shin, across the knee with a little flick of his wrist just to continue in a tantalizing pace along your inner thigh, inching further and further up until the tip of the feather hovers over your clit. He stills in his movement, watching how you desperately try to control your body, holding back your needy sounds. He enjoys watching how you shiver from the teasingly light friction, always craving more but not being able to move and touch yourself. He brushes the tip of the feather over your clit, which earns him a stifled moan from you. He maps out your entire body with the feather, the sensation driving you mad. Your ankles and wrists tugging and pulling against the bedframe as he keeps up the relentless teasing, strictly ignoring how you’re basically dripping and the sheets are soaking from your juice. And even ignoring your glistening and spread open pussy which twitches for more friction and some form of release. After what feels an eternity, you finally feel him place the feather aside. Next thing that echoes through the bedroom is the buckle of his belt hitting the floor followed by the sound of his pants being pushed down his legs. You have to bite back a desperate groan when you feel him crawl onto the bed and the tip of his hardened cock brush against your swollen clit. A warm breath suddenly wafts against your face and your own breath hitches as you feel his lips hover over yours. You let out a guttural moan when his cock slips into you and he whispers against your mouth, his voice husky and full of pride and barely contained need, “You did so well, sweetheart. 'M gonna make you feel so good now... and I wanna hear every single sweet little noise from you while I fuck you until you’re a trembling mess beneath me. Got it?” Before he can even finish his sentence, you nod eagerly with a pathetic whimper, your lips already forming the word 'please', only to be met halfway with a passionate kiss of his.

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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[berryispunk]

Demo Tapes

Day twenty-two of @thedrabblecollective's challenge !! In case you missed it catch up with the AU created for this here (necessary) and meet the protagonists here.

Because I’m that extra, each drabble comes with its own song—featuring the word of the day in either the lyrics or the song title, listen and save here

todays prompt: Tenacity

tomorrow there's gonna be another little snippet from our favorite tragic lovers on top of the drabble , so stay tuned 😋

“You can’t be strong all the damn time,” Donna said through the speaker—caring, but firm. “That tenacity’s gonna be your undoing.”

Firefly knew she was right, but some habits die slow.

“He was here,” Donna added.

“When?”

“Yesterday. Left a little note.”

“What did it say?”

“Do I look like I snoop?”

“Donna.”

“Fine, it was cute. Honest.”

“It doesn’t change anything.”

“He’s a real rockstar now—band’s on some movie soundtrack.”

“I know,” she said, trying not to sound tired.

“Come visit soon, alright, honeybee?”

This nickname.

“I will,” she whispered, even if they both knew it’d take some time.

thanks for reading 💌

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[muffinsin]

Don’t push yourself too far

Faith Seed x rough, dominant and buff deputy

Still big in the Faith phase XP🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ I figured a little fluff snippet I've been thinking of might be cute to post. Fun fact; I thought about this in such detail that only talking to @viavrse while playing far cry 5 made me realize I didn't even write it out XD

Double post today ;P Bela post coming tomorrow

Let's get into it XP

Masterlists

The deputy’s boots thud heavily against the concrete floor of Faith’s bunker, her steps heavy and reflecting the weight of her anger in each of them. The scent of bliss hangs heavy in the air, sweet and bitter at the same time, even in the halls and rooms leading up to the sleeping quarters. She feels it burn at her lungs, notices her vision blur and eyes sting a little already, but she pushes on. Flowers bloom in clusters along the walls, though even when the bliss plants stop and the deputy steps into the sleeping quarters of the bunker, the scent lingers heavy. She follows the green, glowing, hallucinogenic mist, her hand raising to tie a cloth around her face, hoping it might shield her a little. The smoke twirls slowly by her feet as she walks, as though it had all the time in the world.

The deputy does not.

Her breaths come hard and fast, her heart pounds in her chest and fingers clench into fists by her side. She pushes open the door by the back of the chambers and walks down the hallway into a smaller, previously comfortable room, overflowing with bliss flowers, trees, and heavy barrels overflowing with green smoke.

And there she is.

Faith. Her Faith.

She lays curled up in the centre of the room, crumpled in what looks like a bed of flowers and grass sprouting from where the stony ground splits. Her fragile frame trembles and she shivers in her thin clothing, the ground cold below her despite the warm bliss. Her arms lay limply on the ground, her gentle fingers twitching weakly against soft, white flower petals. Her lips are parted slightly, giving way to soft, quiet breaths and her hair is sprayed around her, some clinging to her face, other strands framing her beautiful face.

She looks angelic, almost, like this. Beautiful among the white flowers and trees. Too beautiful to be scooped up inside a bunker she yearns to escape, the deputy thinks as she so often has.

But this is different. Normally, Faith kneels or sits among them, her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her lips, humming a tune as she breathes in the familiar scent of the bliss and enters a world quite literally made of her creation.

Not this time.

This time she looks small, so breakable, and spent.

The deputy’s jaw clenches, rage surging hot in her chest. She knows who is to blame, who is always to blame- Joseph. She doesn’t need to hear it from Faith, doesn’t need to know what happened exactly to have a good idea of what was going on in the time she spent having to track down resistance members and fight off cult members in Fall’s End. Seeing Faith like this, she grits her teeth, wishing she never left at all.

She knows; Joseph pushed her angel too far, made her spend too much time in the Bliss than even she should. She sees it in the way Faith’s fingers twitch weakly and her hands tremble, sees it in the little breaths she lets out. She nearly snarls in anger as her eyes take in her girlfriend’s form- weak, trembling, thinner than she remembers Faith being when she left. She knows, she tends to forget to eat when in the Bliss, tends to forget about time, sometimes even days passing. She wants to grab her gun and wreck chaos, bring hell down on Joseph. Instead, she only grips her belt tightly, hoping to stay calm for her angel as she approaches her.

“Faith”, she calls out. Her voice comes out rough, harsher than she means it to, but the woman doesn’t even flinch. The deputy drops to her knees besides her, her strong fingers already curling under her chin and tilting her head up. At this, at last, Faith’s eyes flutter open, green- but not her green. They’re brighter now, paler, bliss-touched. The deputy clenches her jaw angrily at the sight. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused, her pupils blown wide from the drug.

This, she knows, isn't the usual blissed-out haze the deputy has seen in her angel's eyes a hundred times before.

This is worse.

This is exhaustion. This is Faith forced to her limit.

"Mnm..."

Faith's voice is but a whimper, sluggish and barely audible over the hum of the bliss. She blinks slowly, as if struggling to believe she was really here, or perhaps only because she has spent so much time in the bliss, she now struggles with telling where she really is. She squeezes her eyes shut, as if struggling to concentrate, but the deputy notices how much heavier her head seems to feel, as though Faith can just hardly keep it up even as her lover holds her chin for her. "I...was just...I needed...he said..they need...-", Faith slurs out quietly, but the deputy is quick to cut in, her fingers holding onto her chin just a little harsher.

"You needed to stop", the woman cuts in, her voice just barely above an angry growl that Faith can just barely pick up in her drugged, exhausted state. She bends down a little lower, effortlessly wrapping a strong arm around Faith and pulling her close. The woman offers nothing as she's cradled against her chest, no resistance and no curling up to her, her body weak and mind foggy. She feels cold against the deputy. She isn't meant to feel cold, not here, not among the warm mist.

Then, the herald lets out a soft, breathless laugh, so faint it has the deputy tighten her arm around her and pull her closer to her. Possessiveness, anger and protectiveness all builds up deep in her stomach, urging her to act out to protect the woman she loves. But she knows, Faith is deeply attached to the cult, and will likely always be. Striking out against Joseph would prove to be a bad idea at this time.

"I...can't...stop", Faith breathes out quietly, her fingers slowly unwrapping from a flower stem to grasp weakly at the deputy's thick vest. "Joseph said...to show them...show them the path", she whispers, her head falling forward against the deputy's chest, her body melting against her. "They don't understand, my love...they....I have...to...save them", she sluggishly manages to say, her words quiet and weak, her eyes slipping shut.

The deputy feels her blood boil.

"No", she cuts in, her voice hardened and tone leaving no room for disagreement at all. She holds her closer still, tighter, until Faith can hear the rough thud of her heartbeat even in her current state. "You don't have to do a goddamn thing", the deputy snarls angrily. She knows how Faith is, how despite how much power she holds, she dislikes conflict. How her angel so desperately believes in the project and its cause, wanting to guide everyone on the path and bring them to the project's "truth". She knows her, knows the fragments of Rachel still left inside Faith, a woman afraid of conflict. She is sure this, combined with her fear of Joseph, has pushed her to this.

No longer. Not with the deputy here to start and end fights her angel avoids. Not with the deputy here to look out for her and stay by her side.

Faith blinks slowly, her breathing still labored and breath warm against the deputy's thick shirt. "But...Joseph said-"

"I don't give a shit about what Joseph said", the deputy cuts in again, her head lowering and lips brushing against the woman's forehead possessively. She feels the bliss begin to affect her, too, her vision blurring and her strength fading a little, her muscles relaxing against her will. Her words hit the air and Faith like gunfire, sharp and raw, but the moment her knuckles gently brush against Faith's soft cheek, the woman relaxes against her again, no longer arguing. She adores Joseph- and fears him- she respects him. But she loves her deputy. And she trusts her with her life, especially when she is held close like this, dear to the woman like she is the most precious thing in the world to her.

For once, there is no dominance, no playful roughness, and no teasing in the deputy, but only anger, protectiveness, and possessiveness as she holds the smaller woman close to her

"He's killing you", she growls angrily, cupping the woman's cheek as she gently strokes her hair from her. She knows, she ought to rise, to get out of the room, to get Faith out. But her body feels heavy among the mist, her vision a little blurry. Maybe...maybe just one more moment. "I'm not letting him do this", the deputy growls, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to blink the false comfort of the drug away. "I'll kill him first", she snarls angrily, her words true.

Faith exhales shakily, her breath feathering against the woman's neck when she lifts her head. She whimpers, her fingers weakly curling against her shirt. A silent plea not to, to ignore Joseph, to not do something stupid, to not start a war they don't get have to fight, but to stay with her, just a little longer.

The deputy shakes her head stubbornly, hoping to clear her head of the bliss taking over her senses.

Some might see their families in the bliss. Others are comforted by Faith, guiding them inside, promising peace and comfort, love and a community, a garden for all.

For the deputy, it's only Faith. It's her angel, being with her, holding her like this, as if nothing is wrong at all. As if they could be together without consequences, as if they did not have to at least partly hide from the Seed family, knowing they would attempt to drive them apart. This is peace to her, in a world wrecked by war and hatred, she has her angel right in her arms.

She almost allows her eyes to slip shut, the bliss warm and heavy. Opening them and seeing her girlfriend lay weakly in her arms, her eyes shut and lips pulled into a grimace of pain, though, quickly pulls her from it. She exhales slowly, trying to keep her emotions in check. Her chest rises and falls in heavy breaths then, teeth clenched so tight her jaw aches. She again thinks of how the sight of her girlfriend trembling in her arms, too weak to stand, has her want to storm back to Jopseh's compound, rip him out of his damn chapel and make him feel everything he'd done to all others.

But right now, Faith comes first.

She always comes first.

"You're okay", she murmurs against her auburn hair, her heavy arms sliding beneath Faith's body- one under her knees, the other cradling her small back. She lifts her gently as she rises, groaning under her breath at the weight of her own exhaustion. Still, she moves to her feet with the woman in her arms, ignoring how the bliss has her own body feel heavy and every step demands her strength.

Faith lets out a soft, broken noise, her head resting limply against the woman's shoulder. "I...can walk...", she whispers quietly, though her sluggish state, the way her hands tremble and her legs dangle limply from the woman's arms all say otherwise. The deputy shakes her head, swallowing down another wave of hot anger.

"No, you can't", she growls, though settles as she feels the woman try to nuzzle against her. "And you don't have to, I'm here", she adds. Opening the door and stepping into the hallway, she already feels some of the weight lift off of her. She shuts it behind her and takes one step after the other, the green mist blurring in her peripheral vision until, at last, it fades away when she gets closer to the sleeping quarters again. She has been in the bliss before, often even, and has just once nearly been lost in it. Not anymore, now, not when she is too focused on the woman in her arms, on the shallow rise and fall of her chest and on the way gentle fingers weakly curl into the front of her shirt, desperate to cling to her but too weak to do to.

When she shuts the door to the sleeping quarters behind her, she inhales sharply, her body regaining strength with the bliss no longer mixing in the air. She gently lowers the herald onto their bed, but the moment her body is set down on the mattress Faith whimpers.

"No...don't...go"

The deputy's heart twists painfully. She knows, she has been gone for too long. She didn't think her business in Fall's End would take as long as it did, didn't think she would not get to return when she wanted to.

"I'm not going anywhere", she assures the younger woman, her voice rough, but not unkind or angry. She kicks off her dirty shoes and undoes her belt, allowing a variety of weapons and such to drop to the floor before she climbs in besides her, carefully pulling her angel back into her arms as if someone might try to take her away any second. Not with her- she will not allow it. Her hand finds and tangles gently in Faith's soft, auburn hair, fingers threading through it in slow, soothing strokes that she knows the woman loves.

She pulls her on top of her, allowing her smaller body to curl up slowly. Faith melts against her instantly, the tension slowly easing from her frail body as warmth rushes back to her and she breathes in some of the room's air. The deputy wishes she could take her outside, wishes she could allow Faith but a moment of fresh air, but knowing there are countless resistance fighters and pilots rounding the bunker and surrounding area most of the time, she knows to keep her inside.

Inside, where it's safe.

Inside, where no one can harm her.

Still, even like this, Faith slowly relaxes more and more, her headache easing up and body regaining some of its strength. But the deputy, unlike her, can't relax. She stares up at the ceiling, her jaw clenched and heart pounding furiously in her chest. Every time she closes her eyes she sees Joseph, sees Faith, trembling and exhausted on the floor among the flowers.

He did this.

He pushed her too far.

And how she yearns to ensure it won't happen again. How she yearns to ensure Faith never has to fear him again, never has to do as much as listen to him again, much less obey his commands. She instead lowers her head, pressing a slow, tender kiss to Faith's temple. Another comes to her nose, the other to her lips, soft and lingering.

"I've got you", she whispers, uncharacteristically soft and loving- a side only her angel gets to see, and a side she would never tell anyone else about. Faith stirs slightly in her hold, tilting her head back to look up at her. Her eyes slowly adapt their natural colour again. They're hazy and unfocused still, but bit by bit something softer and warm is building again. The deputy doesn't mind waiting- for her, she will wait forever.

"I...missed you...", she breathes out slowly, her eyes slipping shut and a small smile forming at her soft lips when the deputy gently brushes her thumb over her cheek. "I missed you too, angel", she assures her. She doesn't tell her about the dark, obsessive and protective thoughts swimming in her head, doesn't tell her how she could swear to God she will kill Joseph should he ever attempt of pushing her angel this far again. She doesn't voice that she will kill him, and anyone who would dare try hurt her.

Instead, she simply promises: "I'll always take care of you, forever"

[clus444]

John Price vs H.O.A? More like H.O.E

Like the title says John Price is beefing with the hoa. This is a snippet of what I have planned. Full ver.

Warning: Mature content,cussing, reader is sleep and john does stuff!!!

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John Price is a lot of things.

He is a captain of the 141. He's the man that people rely on to get home. Especially three men in particular. He has to be four steps ahead while you're at one. Not only are lives in his hands, blood, that cakes on his skin for however long it takes for them to evacuate. Every move he makes is calculated, not only for himself but for his team.

He is a friend when his boy's pride is too high to go to anyone else for help. They need someone to talk to but how can they when the aftermath of a mission is too much. He's the tough love, words of encouragement, or hell even drinks, whatever it takes to help them get up the next day. In some cases fight.

He is a husband to Y/n Price. He is her protector even when he's away. Call it obsessive but he'll be damned before his woman is left astray. But to focus more so on when he's home...Since the beginning of their relationship, he finds it easier to sleep with her around.

Whether he wraps her up in his arms to pass his warmth to her, as he knows his wife gets cold, or when she wraps him up when the world is too loud. Those were the days when the ringing was non-stop and he couldn't bear to get up. Though those were rare she still forced him to cut back on smoking.

He always thanks her when his body's personal alarm clock wakes him up before her. Like clockwork, John gets up at the ass crack of dawn. He takes that time to get important business matters out the way. But when the sun rises a light blue starts taking over as a sign for the rest of the world to wake up.

He slides the covers off you and pauses his movements as you shiver from the cold. He notices your nipples tense as a reaction as well. He licks his lips like a hungry beast looking at his prey. He takes the straps of your silk nightgown and slides them down to reveal your breasts. He leans down and lightly pecks both nipples. Soft whimpers come out of her mouth.

John pushes his tongue out and he circles his tongue around the pebble. He takes his left hand and circles his pointer finger around her other pebble before, lightly squeezing. He pushes himself away and makes his way down to her wet cavern. He slides the dress completely off and my god was it slow. His patience is on a thin line with it.

He opens her legs and takes a whiff. It sends tingles from his head down to his dick. He rolls his tongue out to let spit that piled up roll off his tongue and dribble down to her folds. Not a moment later he goes in for the kill. He laps at your clit like no tomorrow and you jolt awake," F-Fuck!"

Let's come back to the main point of this.

John Price is a lot of things, but someone's bitch?

I think the fuck not.

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heheheh, stay tuned! Ik I work kinda fast.

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[takataapui]

bog tour - countdown to 1 year of games

T MINUS 1 DAY - decide what I write next!

If you've been seeing my posts so far, you may have noticed I started 16 days before April 1st, but only have 15 games. Well, today is a bit of a mix of things! I'll have an overview of stats, overall reflections on my first year of games, future plans and sneak peaks, and, get this, a poll of some current ideas I have, so you, my lovely blog readers can decide what game I write next, so stay tuned till the end of the post for that!

Stats

Gross revenue: $545.38USD Payments: 152 Views: 6,568 Downloads: 1,304 Itch followers: 1,304 8 of my 15 games are wetland themed!

Reflections

Gosh, where do I even start! I think one of the best things this little venture into ttrpg design has given me is community! From the unofficial Wanderhome discord server giving me my very first foray into ttrpg content with prompts for playbooks aaaages ago, to joining KiwiRPG, Aotearoa's collective of ttrpg designers, to the Creekside Community Center, which is the full of the most lovely welcoming cool people (I mostly lurk but when I do post, everyone is so kind?!), to my little tumblr ttrpg design circle. People being excited about my games with me is delightful!!!

I could mention boring things like formatting, layout, graphic design, font, software, art, and more, but eh.

Instead I'll mention the sheer innovation present in indie ttrpgs. I've seen some of the most creative, genius, well-crafted content in my entire life within indie ttrpgs spaces, and sometimes they have 2 comments and have the worst formatting you've ever seen, or are just on a google doc.

Instead I'll mention that way that the community enfolds beginners and people who need assurance.

The themes that I've explored in my ttrpg design, many of which I am not yet ready to explore directly, instead needing the distance but also closeness of the lense of ttrpgs.

Community is such a key part of ttrpg design, at least to me, and I feel so held by these communities. Thank you to every person who's interacted with my games, whether by playing, rbing, liking, or even just looking at them. If you've left a review, or a comment, or an emoji reaction on a discord promo message I wrote, ngā mihi nunui.

I hope, in the next year, I can make more games about being Māori. About being takatāpui. About being queer. About hope. About determination. About endurance. About love. About community care. And yes, about wetlands.

Future plans/sneak peaks

I've got two games in progress right now! One is Star Waka, a game about Māori spaceship crews. I have previously posted some small snippets, but have decided to start fresh so no sneak peaks of that besides what the playbooks will (likely, maybe) be:

Ringatoi - the Artist

Rangatira - the Chief

Kaikaranga - the Caller

Kairarangā - the Weaver

Kaumatua - the Elder

Tohunga - the Expert

Rangatahi - the Youth

Kaitiaki - the Guardian

As well, I've got a whole game finished, which I'll be releasing... tomorrow, on my 1 year anniversary! Here's a sneak peak:

What should I write next?

Thank you if you've made it through these bog tour posts, or even if you've come straight to this poll, thanks too! So, here goes, which should I write next?

[cyarikacyare]

Last snippet of Ch. 5 before it’s posted!!!

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His hands were set firmly on her back, embracing her tightly, and she just let herself rest there. Safe in his arms. As she always was. As she always had been.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course,” he whsipered back.

When they pulled apart, he smiled at her, and cupped her cheek again. His warmth -physical, emotional, and in his signature- was intoxicating; she couldn’t help but smile back.

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Stayed tuned for tomorrow! 💜💜

🧡💙

[toadettely]

i didn’t expect you to respond to the kingdom au lmfao. thank you! i do want to nap or else i would’ve tried to write something for it. maybe tomorrow i spent too long on the new snippet for the pc phasmo au. anyway you’re sweet words feel the writer locked inside me somewhere so thank youuu and take your time. you don’t have to write to write. when your writing you should enjoy doing it. we enjoy reading it but the main point is that you enjoyed writing it. so take your time and write when your ready. when you write something for skill and spill i’ll be ready to send in an encouraging yap immediately.

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Aawww thank you so much!! <33

You also take all your time and remember to rest enough and wel!!l ^-^ <3

(edited in later lol ^^";) I'm definitely staying tuned for more to come!! For both AUs!! And Swizard really enjoys the Phasmophobia AU as well!! ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

[silluuuu]

snippet sunday~

hello friends, we've all been tagging each other on discord but for anyone who's looking forward to next chapter of one for the road, here are some more crumbs xD:

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She glances up at him, pretty sure that she already knows the answer, but: “Wanna get out of tomorrow’s hike?”

His raised eyebrow shows that he is indeed tempted by such daydreams. “Do I finally get to sleep in?”

“Yep, if you want. I still have a hike that I wanna do, but I can come back and get you.”

He shrugs. “Don’t mind hiking with you, though,” he says, focusing back on the bread and taking a massive bite.

She smiles a little, glancing back at the guidebook and once again folding down the page. “I think you’d like this better.”

“What is it?” he asks, around meats and veggies.

“…How about this,” she says. “We’ll take the morning off, spend some time in downtown Gunnison, and then we can hike in the afternoon.” She pulls the map out and twists it around to face him, careful to keep the guidebook hidden. “The hike is in the Gunnison National Forest, which is on the way out of town anyway. We’ll do that, drive a little more, and then sleep. Okay?”

“That was a long time not explaining our special morning activity,” he says dryly.

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tagging anyone who'd like to join <33 happy sunday friends. this chapter should be out in the next couple of weeks. please stay tuned!!

[kingmlem]

So, apparently the episode was rough? I didn't watch it, I'll end up catching up tomorrow... Have a cute, (probably complete nonsense) snippet from the Current Project.

The only context I'll give:

Sal and Gina have two lovely daughters, Rosemary (Ro)(4 yrs) and Genevieve (Evie) (8 yrs.)

There is so much more coming here, so stay tuned.

Tommy's buried under Sal's car when he hears Gina pull into the driveway, what sounds like a remixed version of the Bluey opening theme blasting through the car's open windows. He'll deny it later when Gina laughs at him for the way his feet tap along to the tune- it's perfectly reasonable considering it's essentially been his alarm clock for the past week and a half.

It does however, clash horrendously with whatever Sal's blasting through the stereo.

He's about to roll himself free and put an end to the clash between 00's rock and the Bluey remix when the car shuts off, doors opening to a familiar wave of laughter and giggles. Evie's illuminated feet come into his line of sight a minute later, stopping at the side of the car and dropping to her hands and knees on the garage floor.

"Wow, I didn't know Sal had such big bugs," Tommy tuts, shaking his head before turning to face the young girl fully. Ro's clumsy footsteps herald her arrival, a loud smack on the pavement as she mimics her sister's pose. "Good gosh, now it's a whole infestation."

"We're not bugs!" Ro chimes, pout coming out in full force. Tommy recognizes it for the pre-nap crankiness that it is, and very maturely sticks his tongue out at the younger child. The small gasp he receives before Ro mirrors the face is worth the shit Gina's going to give him later for 'reinforcing bad habits.'

"Back in your mouth, young lady," As if on cue, Gina scoops the younger girl up with a playful growl. Tommy watches the woman's feet disappear to the soundtrack of raspberries being blown against a giggling toddler. Evie's plopped herself onto her stomach, oddly silent for the excitement he can see trying to vibrate out of her.

"Whatcha looking at, Ladybug?"

"You got some smudges. You should clean them off before your surprise." She whispers it conspiratorially, holding her hand to the side of her mouth and all, while gesturing to the usual spots on his forehead and cheek.

"Ev, leave Tommy alone for a bit, come eat." Sal calls from the open kitchen door, red and white lights flashing under the car as she scrambles to her feet.

The kitchen door closes softly, and Tommy's left in the sudden silence of the garage. Sal's playlist must've ended- he tries not to be too grateful about that, but he really does prefer the older stuff when working on engines. There's something classic about it- takes him back to working in his grandfather's garage in the summers.

[kybee1497]

Coming soon (tomorrow) to a theatre (Ao3) near you

Don’t Bother Me or My Two Favorite Students Ever Again

Working title: Larissa Weems and the No Good, Very Bad Day

The follow up/companion fic/sequel to don’t talk to me or my scary goth gf ever again that I posted like a year ago. As a celebration of this fic no longer languishing in my wip folder, have a snippet. It should be posted on ao3 tomorrow, I just have to do a final edit and it’s good to go out the door. I’m tragically too sleepy to do it tonight 🥺😭

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Ten minutes later and Larissa pauses in her pacing, pointing a finger at the two figures by her desk. “Violence is not the answer. I don’t care what happened, get a teacher if need be but fighting is not allowed. Am I clear?”

She receives one nod and one sullen stare and sighs, pressing a hand to her forehead. “One week, ladies. That’s all I ask. Behave for a week.”

Collapsing into her chair, Larissa steeples her hands below her chin and pins the two girls with a stern look.

One bright sunshine of a girl now looking rather deflated, slouching in her seat. The perfect image of the contrite student if it weren’t for the mulish set to her jaw and the look in her eyes saying she’d do it all over again.

The other makes no attempt at placating the authority. Wednesday Addams sits neatly in the chair to Miss Sinclair’s right, back ramrod straight and a blank but unapologetic expression on her face. It says she’s unimpressed with Larissa’s plea and might do the opposite just for fun.

Lovely.

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And that’s that! Stay tuned for the fic link and moodboard that should (hopefully) be posted tomorrow.

[read-and-write-]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @ssmtskw @sherryvalli @littlemisskittentoes @heybuddy-drabbles @rockyroadkylers @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs (wow that's a lot of tags, thank youuuu!)

I basically have one child right now (outside of SSASC but that's a co-parent situation), and it is so long (rip me) that no matter how many snippets I share it doesn't run out. Later today or tomorrow I'll finally do a poll to baptise it so stay tuned for that!

Despite everything Alex needs to take a moment to look at Henry, so far he has only seen Henry in training clothes over the past few weeks, and before that he had only ever seen him either wearing a sparkly competition outfit or his country’s uniform. He never thought he would ever be able to bear witness to the sight of Henry Fox wearing jeans and a sweater. Blue soft fabric on top of white skin, the sight of a shirt collar peeking through on top of the sweater, jeans that give Alex a sight of Henry’s legs he hadn’t seen before. He looks infuriatingly human. Alex hates it.

I wish for the day when this is finished really, anyway, I am banned from sharing on Sunday unless I get to at least 17k words

I am tagging @happiness-of-the-pursuit @suseagull04 @14carrotghoul @raysletters @everwitch-magiks @daisymae-12!

[writerformanymuses]

alas my unexpected break from work due to the southern snow dropping on us is up. i must return to work tomorrow, but i did get some writing done today. clocked in close to 4k, which was an entire sequence for chapter 2, so that means you all get a snippet tonight!

i've had so much fun getting to play with these new characters for part 2, and i hope everyone enjoys reading them. chapter 2 will come out january 31st at 9am, so stay tuned over on a03.

feel free to catch up on part 2 or the rest of the series in the meantime! we are going to have such a fun time smashing all these books into part 2. i have a feeling a lot of people will either be reading soon or at least making use of the wiki hahahah

have a great night everyone<3

[mistergraymatters]

FOURTH POST when does it make sense to stop counting?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYBODY!! unfortunately the music I'm bringing you tonight is not particularly spooky in any real capacity, but the cover art is halloween themed! that counts for something, right? I hope so. if your halloween spirit isn't yet sated by that, stay tuned for tomorrow's post! I didn't get the chance to work on it today because of my halloween plans, but as long as you're PATIENT it shouldn't be a problem.

this is a little piano number I made in spring of last year, thought I'd grab one more past project since halloween made working on something new difficult. This is a lot less production-heavy than some of my other tracks. I think at some point the plan was to go back and re-record the piano portions but playing them live, which I still might do if folks want to see that. As of now that's not a plan or anything but honestly if even one person tells me they want to hear that version I'd probably give it a shot.

springtime snippet - graymatters