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WIP Extract: Sonnet #29 Sequel

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Next week is the 3rd birthday of this blog and, thus, also the 3rd anniversary of my very first piece of fanfiction, Sonnet #29.

I have been writing a sequel to that fic for a while now, which I hope to publish on May 13th.

Under the cut is an extract.

More soon 😁🧡🧡

“Are you hoping for a revisit, darling?” 

His husky voice confirms your suspicions as you climb onto his lap. The wool of his trousers tickles your inner thighs as you settle, straddling him in just your gauzy cotton nightgown.

“Maybe…” you coquette, glancing briefly over to the billiards table.

As he raises the cigar to his quirked lips, you snatch it and take a drag for yourself. His brow arches at your insolence, but the flex of his quad muscles under you as the fragrant smoke fills your lungs tells you how much he approves. You exhale in a swirl, curling your tongue, staring him down with a glint of challenge. Eager for him to take you again, right here in this room, something about an encore so very alluring.

“Do you know Anthony made me pay to have that table rebaised,” he murmurs, more than a hint of hubris laced through his words, a hand on your thigh dragging upwards, rucking your nightgown with it. 

“Perhaps you should not have ruined me quite so thoroughly upon it, husband,” you cluck, raising a brow of your own. 

There���s a flash of admiration in his eyes, even though his answering inflexion is casual: “Well, that is the crux of the dilemma, is it not, dear wife…..” 

He plucks the cigar back from you, balancing it on an ornate pewter ashtray adjacent to his drink, the air heavy with its pungent earthiness as it continues burning. His other hand burrows under your hem, and without preamble, he slides two fingers into your slit, making you gasp loudly. 

“... For I doubt any man could resist such a lush bounty as yours,” Benedict posits with a crooked, victorious smile, feeling just how aroused you are. “Least of all me.”

It doesn't have a title yet, but I hope it will once I am done writing. I hope you all consider this a worthy follow-up to the original 🤞

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Seven Sentence Sunday/WIP Extract/Writing Share/Dialogue Tag

Thanks to @oliolioxenfreewrites here, @space-writes here, @talesofsorrowandofruin here, @rickie-the-storyteller here, @mysticstarlightduck here,

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Dialogue: share a bit of dialogue you like!

Yeah I'm combining a bunch of posts. Who cares?

This scene is 90% dialogue, so it fits. It's also iconic in my mind.

From The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“However, some people have cereal dry, which means that the cereal is a fatless skeleton, but we add fat if we feel the need.” “Does that make the bowl the flesh?” “Of course it does.” “So we’re eating the insides right out of the skin?” Akash paused. “Yes.” “Terrifyingly morbid,” I said, taking a huge bite of my soggy bowl-innards.

Question proposed, for context: is cereal the skeleton of milk?

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WIP Extract tag

The wonderful @eccaiia tagged me way back when, and fresh off the presses, here is a little breakfast party from Invisible Girl, written today! I have a quiet day, and it is so cozy -- I'm lying on the carpet writing, ah...

For any inquiring minds, this scene actually happens before any mentions of sandwiches. Antonio's warmup act, we'll call it ;)

She was saved by the arrival of their breakfast which indeed looked appetizing, vibrant fresh fruit sliced into chunks, fried eggs with their yolk a golden disc and peppered lightly with green herbs, bread toasted warmly and served with several dips and spreads. The soup was in two tureens, and Velia lifted the lid of one to find cloudy broth with cubed vegetables and some sort of sausage. “Heavens,” Antonio said, speaking her thoughts for her. “What a spread. Thank you, my good man.” The waiter bowed his head. “I’ll leave you to it. We’ll be stopping in Boulder in three quarters of an hour, sir.” “Thank you,” Paris echoed. Antonio passed them each a small bowl and plate. “Dig in. Except for that piece of bacon there, that one I will duel you for.” “Since you’re the one packing a pistol,” Paris said, with a small smile, “I won’t challenge you this time.” “You’re too kind,” Antonio said, picking up his claimed piece of bacon. He tapped Paris’s coffee cup with it. “Cheers.” Paris rolled his eyes. Antonio held out his bacon in Velia’s direction. Thrown off guard, Velia picked up a piece of toast and tapped with him. Then she had to peruse the different spreads. There appeared to be marmalade, two other berry jams, butter molded in the shape of a carrot, and the soup for dipping. She would simply have to dip in a bit of everything to try it out.

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[quotidian-oblivion]

Want to share an excerpt from one of my wips for no reason Pt 3:

"I thought of you as a friend. Trusted you more than I have anyone else in my life!"  His vision blurred with tears and Arthur hurried to rub his eyes to get rid of them.  "It is only those years that are holding me back from killing you right this instant. I'm risking everything, everything my father built, everything my kingdom stands on, all the laws, all the people, just for you."  He swiped at his eyes again.  "So take it. Take the chance and go. Leave. Stay in Ealdor, I won't send anyone after you. Don't come back."  Merlin was shaking now, his eyes shining before they released more tears.  "I can't," he said again. His voice was quiet, but fearful determination was infused in every word. "I can't leave you."

[space-writes]

wip extract

tagged by @chauceryfairytales, thank you! here’s a recent bit from Valloroth things, ft the grumpiest man in Mohaade, my beloved Vren 🔪🖤

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

“No job Zhira’s given you. Another private client?” The disdain in the words was audible. “Been taking a lot of those lately, Wraith. What is it, family business not exciting enough for you any more? I’m sure grandfather would send you back into the Empire if you asked.” Vren ground his teeth. Pure needling, the kind only born Zarahmin could get away with. This child would always have a place, never need to earn his keep, pay down a tally of life debt; he was of Zhira’s line, his position assured, so long as he didn’t do anything stupid. His rank would always be higher than Vren’s despite the fact he’d done nothing of worth, and never would. He wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in Voi’xindiiri. “Can I use the Waystation or not?” If he was refused, he’d simply go the long way down the Kalah River, take a boat over to Iaseri. Weeks of wasted time, but rather that than grovel. The divining power he could find in Voah’kasis would make up for it. “You can. Here.” From a pouch at his belt, the man pulled a small metal token, and tossed it to him. The spoked wheel of the Zarahmin was stamped on either side. “Take your trip. But Zhira will want to know why you’re taking it.” “He can want all he likes. My business is mine.” Khazen Zhira’s grandchild pushed off from the wall with a laugh. “You’re family, bhahan. All your business is ours.”

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WIP Extract

I've been tagged by the wonderful @chauceryfairytales! Thanks for the tag! I'll be sharing the an extract from the freshly written prologue to draft 6 of Crying Wolf!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @sarandipitywrites, @notwritinganyflufftoday, @tabswrites, @emabatis, and open tag!

Now, onto Crying Wolf!

So, Justine kept protecting the bad man, feeling like a toy soldier marching into oblivion. She told herself that unlike the Capital, blood wasn’t being shed. But that was a lie. Even though it was not being shed in back-alley knife fights, it was shed by empty stomachs and overworked bodies, on deathbeds occupied by the too-young. And now it was being shed by wolves.

[jhalya]

💦 When the plot isn't plotting but the smut is smutting 🔥

🍋 NSFW

[autumnalwalker]

WIP Extract

Thank you for the tag, @druidx.

Passing the tag to @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @sarahlizziewrites, @raevenlywrites, @dogmomwrites, @vacantgodling.

So, I wrote the following lines yesterday for the next chapter (17) of Empty Names and in doing so realized that I'd just semi-accidentally hit on the core of Lacuna's internal character struggle and issues in a way I'd never quite defined before:

Doesn’t she deserve to be happy?

No.  Of course not.  

[froginthestars]

Knowing that someone out there loved you is of great comfort no matter what you may think. The doubt is what tears you apart and crushes your soul, to lack that certainty and only have hope to hold on to. The world is too big of a place for it not to leave you hollow. I wonder sometimes if the stars count because surely if I cheriched them they did too but the idea is probably far from the truth. In reality I know that no one has had space in their heart for my existence, it is a fact I accept with a great deal of pain but that I accept none the less.

[thepeculiarbird]

WIP Extract

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for tagging me!

So I'm going to put the french version first and I'll translate in english as best as I can. I apologise in advance if the verb's tenses are wrong.

French:

-C'est juste un pont! s'exclame Dan quand elle aperçoit la structure en fer. Qu'est ce que les touristes lui trouvent de si attirant? Je suis pris d'un fou rire en voyant le visage des deux locatrices qui n'ont pas très bien pris la remarque de notre amie. -Danaé, je tiens à souligner que ces deux femmes faisaient autrefois parties d'une secte, si tu vois ce que j'insinue, répondit Madhi, étouffant un rire. La jeune fille fait une grimace et fouille dans le sac son copain pour y sortir l'appareil photo. Elle nous fait signe de nous regrouper derrière elle, une fois que tout le monde est dans le cadre, elle appuie sur le bouton. -Tu n'aurais pas pu le faire avec ton portable au lieu d'utiliser de la place sur ma carte mémoire? rétorque Madhi à la seconde où la photo est prise. -C'est plus joli et puis il faut bien qu'il serve à quelque chose, tu ne prends quasiment jamais de photos avec! -Vraiment? Je l'utilise si peu que ça? Il se tourne vers moi, voulant sûrement connaitre mon avis. Comme si j'étais la personne idéale pour répondre à cette question! -Disons qu'un vrai expert de la photographie aurait déjà terminé sa carte depuis le temps. Dan mets ses mains sur sa bouche, se retenant de rire tandis que l'intéressé ouvre dramatiquement la bouche et d'un faux air offensé, se rapproche et se penche, laissant entre nous que quelques centimètres. -Peut-être mais je reste le meilleur d'entre nous, se vanta-t-il. J'entends le rire bruyant de notre amie ainsi que deux plus petits, ceux des guides. [...]

English:

"It's just a bridge!" shouted Dan when she spotted the iron structure. What do the tourists find so appealing about it? I laughed out loud at the looks on the faces of the landlords, who didn't take our friend's remark very well. "Danae, I'd like to remind you that these two women were once part of a cult, if you know what I mean" replies Madhi, stifling a laugh. The girl makes a grimace and reaches into her boyfriend's bag to pull out the camera. She waves us to gather behind her, and once everyone is in the frame, she presses the button. "Couldn't you have done it with your mobile instead of taking up space on my memory card?" retorts Madhi the second the photo is taken. "It's nicer and it has to be used for something, you hardly ever take photos with it! "Really? I don't use it that much?" He turns to me, probably wanting my opinion. As if I was the ideal person to answer that question! "Let's just say that a real photography expert would have finished his card by now." Dan puts her hands over her mouth, holding back a laugh as the interested party dramatically opens his mouth and, with a false air of offence, moves closer and leans over, leaving only a few centimetres between us. "Maybe, but I'm still the best of us" he brags. I can hear the loud laughter of our friend and two smaller ones from the guides. [...]

Yea, that's my extract, I'll fix some things in draft 2 but it's a pretty good scene (Chapter 8)

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

I use a lot of em-dashes so I used a random number generator to pick a chapter. I still had a lot of em-dashes lol. But I went with this one.

From The Secret Portal Part One - POV Kelsey

How’s the tall one?” Carmen continued. “Wounds are almost healed,” Jedi answered. “Thank goodness. Though I did find something interesting. She was introduced as Noelle, but Kirsten has her listed as Carissa Elizabeth Bishop.” “How the hell does that work?” “I am not sure. Kirsten usually provides preferred names. Perhaps a nickname. I suppose we should….” Jedi trailed off, seemingly distracted. A moment of silence. “What is it?” Carmen asked harshly. “She looks familiar.” “Oh, please,” Carmen scoffed. “You think she’s an ultimate?” A noise indicated Jedi was tapping a tablet. “Height: 205.7 centimeters. Age twelve. Additional note: potentially an ultimate, but no additional signs other than height.” He sighed. “‘No additional signs,’” Carmen muttered. “She is rather small for an ultimate, but Kirsten could be giving us the wrong information. She already got her name wrong! And two of the girls don’t even match her descriptions!” “Kirsten would never—” “How would you know?” Carmen snapped. “You haven’t spoken in-person in years! Hell, decades! You’re lucky you have—” Carmen fell silent. “She’s awake.” Shit.

Seeing as Kelsey is just listening pretending to be asleep she only has that last line of narration LOL

Might be a signal for her to narrate more during this exchange? I swear she's just silent here lol

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[fayes-fics]

Today, I'm writing a request fill - a modern AU threesome with our two boys as submissives. I hope the muse continues to flow, and I can have something for you this week 🤞

Below the cut is a tiny sneak peek 😁🧡🧡

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“A few rules for tonight, my darling boys…” you drawl, walking over to dim your lights so the room feels more atmospheric. “You may only touch me or yourself when bidden; the cuffs should help with your obedience,” you chuckle before continuing. “I, however, can touch you both wherever and however I want unless you invoke your words. What are they?” You pause and look at them expectantly. You already know them; this is just reinforcement.

“Byron,” Benedict immediately pipes up, enthused.

“Bitcoin,” Anthony mutters quietly. 

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[rosicom]

wip, benala!

[quotidian-oblivion]

Want to share an excerpt from my wip for no reason:

"Not that you'd understand, of course," Arthur said snidefully. "You're just a peasant."

For that, Merlin yanked on the leather clasp he had ben fastening on Arthur's shoulder, making him jump a little. 

"Merlin! That's too tight!" 

Merlin yanked the other clasp too for good measure. 

"Merlin!" 

"Yes, sire?" he said innocently. 

Arthur turned round to glare at him. He eyed Merlin then shook his head. "If you embarrass me in front of the Hardens," he shook a threatening finger, "I'll have you thrown in the dungeons."

"Me? Embarrass you?" Merlin shook his head in mock earnestness as he picked up the crown-circlet. "Sire, I could never."

"I thought I told you not to be a clever clox." "Must have slipped my mind, with my peasant understanding." Merlin placed the circlet on his head.

[insaincat]

Not supposed to show these cuz im supposed to be working on OTHER things but... I live for sibling interaction between Holly and Vanilla. Its so good.

[inky-duchess]

"Do you really want to know what it is to be a Vastian Princess? It is everything you imagine: the gowns, the jewels, the receptions, the balls and all the parties." Katya's features take on a cool hardness "But it is also being always ready to flee at a moment's notice. It is always having to sleep with boots and a coat on arm's reach. It is knowing that no matter how bright you shine, how wonderful you sparkle, you are on borrowed time wherever you end up. And once they are sick of you, you must run again." - The Lost Prince Book 2, Marina VII.

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