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#booksky #smut #furry #furryfic #shortfic #romancefic #furryfriday #romance #romancelit #shortfiction #queerauthor

Since is now technically #furryfriday

Here are some snippets from the start of my short story prequel to Drifting

Told from the perspective of Soon-ja Park, a 18yo red panda, who meets 19yo Evan

The song can be sung as a verse of Hallelujah
#booksky #smut #furry #furryfic #shortfic #romancefic

#ifaron #shortfic #genshinimpact
Ororon stands a little straighter when the palanquin is carried in. He was bathed that morning, body and hair scrubbed clean, and new clothes draped around his waist, allowing his tribal tattoos to be on full display on his chest and face.

A recent editing client of mine, Tom Sodergren, has published his first book, "Blissfully Unremarkable: A Taste of the Mid-Century Heartland, from Hot Dish to Cold Oleo."
#writerslife #writer #NewAuthors #amwriting #shortfic
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Extremely proud to be mentioned in Best Horror of the Year Vol 17 from @datlow.bsky.social ! Big shoutouts to @cwmcguinness.bsky.social, @collyleonard.bsky.social @lost-squonk.bsky.social , JC Wiles, & everyone else who's trusted us with your words the last 2 years!

#besthorror #shortfic #horrorlit

#kinktober day 20: #dubcon. it's not the first time tres has been attacked by her most puzzling patient, but she isn't usually so... rough.

check the replies for the first two pages 👀

#ocsky #shortfic #queerart #fiction #erotica #butchfemme #monsterfucker #terato #trans

#kinktober day 6: intoxication
adelaide finds sabine in the lab after hours. during a tense discussion about their college days and sabine's marriage, things escalate as inhibitions are low...

🔗 full piece: zeitghost.itch.io/kinktober2025day6
#ocsky #shortfic #queerart #fiction #erotica #butchfemme

When murder and mystery begin at the Opera House one woman knows who is behind it, and what really lies beneath the mask.
Winner of the 2020 Best Short Story #award on NN Light Book Heaven
A short, tragic tale #HistoricalFiction
#Shortfic #Phantom #IARTG
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Just for practice and to pass the time,
I’ll be writing fragments of scenes as they come to me.
If there’s a character you’d like to see, quote this post and let me know.

Thancred

Series: Your Warrior of Light
#YourWarriorOfLight #fanfiction #ShortFic

Some writing of my own! Another important moment in Selena's timeline, this one of how she managed to restore her RCGs' functionality within this new world of hers...
#korps #shortfic #gpose #villainsinvisors #writing

I finally posted it yeeeyy! Go give it a read if ya haven't already!❤️🥹🪽
archiveofourown.org/works/67979416
#myfic #mywriting #ao3 #comfort #shortfic #goodomens #aziraphale #comfortcharacter #aziraphalexreader

text reads: “I don’t think I ever really learned how to be around other people correctly. Not in a way that felt real. Like I wasn’t putting on a performance.” Izzy scoffs at that, still absentmindedly tracing along the intricate embroidery of the sheets. He’s indulging Stede in another few moments of pillowtalk while he resurfaces from the haze of his orgasm. The room is dark, but with the curtains pulled back there’s the dim night pushing through to outline the shapes around them in a fuzzy gray-blue. “What does it matter?” Izzy responds. Stede frowns down at him. They’re laying side by side, Stede angled a bit higher. He’s turned on his side, cheek resting in his palm. Izzy shrugs, tries to come at it from an angle that won’t have Bonnet pouting. “You’ve got an idiotic amount of confidence in yourself. Why give a fuck?” “It makes sense that you wouldn’t understand,” Stede says. Gives a dramatic sigh that makes Izzy roll his eyes. “Anyway, I was going to give you a compliment. But since it doesn’t matter…” “I understand,” Izzy growls back. “I just don’t see why you would let it bother you. Just look at Edward. He’s as crazy as you. Not exactly a people pleaser either.” The blankets shift. Izzy is spreading his toes unconsciously. Stede’s hand, heavy and warm, reaches out to press into the roll of his waist, and Izzy lets it guide him closer. Hears Stede cooing into his temple before he kisses him there. It’s a long, steady pressure. Out of place but comforting all the same. Stede brushes the back of his hand across Izzy's throat.

"And look at you, little bird." Izzy stiffens. Sees a torrent of white feathers, bursting from the center of his vision and fluttering outward. An ivory bird nestled beneath the parted water at the bow of a boat. He feels the prick of feather quills, stuffed into a pillow. Spots the tawny brown caught in the teeth of hungry dogs. They fall away to starlings, dark and fluttering and free. Twisting masses thinking in tandem. Murmuration. One breaks away and makes for the sea. Another follows without hesitation. “Izzy?” he hears, somewhere closer. “Are you listening?” Stede is looking down at him, fingertips pressing into his skin. “I said… I don’t put on a performance when I’m around you. I’m just… me.” Somewhere else there’s birdsong, echoing back and forth. A mismatched flock. Rain and snow on ruffled feathers. A nest of warm bodies and joyful sounds. “Good,” Izzy hums and indulges Stede in a soft kiss. Somewhere a sparrow sings.

🖤 straight to my heart, as the crow flies 🖤

stizzy || fly home

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Just a little something I made for comfort, and hopefully it'll help you, too. I'll probably post it on my AO3 later.🫂😇❤️
#mywriting #comfort #coping #myfic #ao3 #comfortfic #shortfic #goodomens #aziraphale #comfortcharacter #aziraphalexreader

Text: Edward had told him to shave. Izzy shivers as he reads the texts. When Edward got into these moods, it came with a thrill that crept along the razor thin edge of fear. face and cunt. want both your holes smooth and ready for daddy Yes Sir. xx good girl The room is cool. Edward hasn’t bothered to turn on the heat. He’s still fully dressed – tight t-shirt, leather pants, jacket, the whole kit. Izzy is sitting on the edge of Edward’s beaten down couch in nothing but lingerie. His prosthetic is off, his other thigh tilted upward with the added height of a jet black heel. A long stocking, dark and sheer, reaches the top of his thigh, held by a garter that clips to his panties. The bra fits awkwardly, cups curled inward around the firmer skin of his pecs. The pink-shine line of his scars peek out below the wire. He feels strange without his beard. He hasn’t shaved in years, and the burst of air with each of Edward’s movements rushes across his bare skin. Edward’s face is trimmed close, disappearing into the tumble of his hair. He’s standing in front of Izzy now, looking down at him as he pulls his own hair into a high ponytail. Izzy stares back quietly, trying to judge how this is going to go.

“You look pretty,” Edward finally rumbles, letting his hands fall. He reaches forward to grip Izzy’s chin lightly, turning his face side to side. “Very cute. The eyeliner looks nice.” Izzy feels a trickle of embarrassment slip thick down the inside of his chest. His eyes are outlined in a messy black. He’s not very decent at makeup, but it’s fine. Edward only really cares about seeing it run down his face. The hand leaves his chin and Izzy braces himself. Hears the cut of Edward’s hand through the air before he feels it connect. It lands true, catching the apple of his cheek sharp and hot. His head jerks, and Izzy hisses. “Did you forget something bitch?” “Thank you Daddy,” Izzy says quickly, overeager to fix his mistake. Edward huffs and connects his palm with Izzy’s face again, drawing a groan out of him. Izzy feels like he’s turning to water. The sting of his skin ripples outward, echoing long after Edward’s hand has settled back at his side. “I know you like getting slapped around you stupid whore. Don’t mess up on purpose, or it’ll be your cunt next.”

🖤 happiness is the same price as red-bottoms 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: object insertion, daddy kink, degradation

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

🖤 if you, if you'd just let me in
we could explore a different type of sin 🖤

stede nsfw || cw: trans stede, solo, panty sniffing

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Double You Switch

Double You Switch
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Reader Insert Double Switch short fic. With a mention of Jem and the Holograms' The Misfits!
#fanfic #doubleswitch #readerinsert #jemandtheholograms #miaqcarchive #miaqc #shortfic #selfinsert

Stats: Published: 2025-05-17 Updated: 2025-05-17 Words: 1,994 Chapters: 1/2 Hits: 0 Spiraling in a Dive Bar By Snicki_Snackerdoodle summary: After finding Mindstorm earlier, the four of you now found yourselves at a dive bar, instead. Ben sat at the bar for almost half an hour while you, Butcher and Hughie had been waiting for a menu for just as long. Something was wrong with the asshole you'd come to enjoy, and come hell or high water, you were going to figure it out. Notes: A quick little story that goes hand in hand with Red, Wiry & Blitzed (a Soldier Boy/Lucky story about hunting down a nazi former coworker of Ben's) Chapter 1: What's Eating Soldier Boy The day had been...eventful.

A classic dive bar with green beaded lights on the ceiling and people around the bar

When you really like two characters and you want to keep writing about them.

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#TheBoys #SoldierBoy #Shade #Lucky #LatinaSupe #ShortFic #IJustMissedThem

He pulls him closer with an arm around his waist and Izzy wants to cry. Stede is murmuring, like he always does. Something about flowers. The first time this happened, Izzy had been ready to stab someone. There'd been a standoff that had ended with the two of them back to back, each struggling to stay propped up on their respective side of the twin bed. Izzy had woken up in the early morning absolutely surrounded by Stede -- one arm across his center, robe draped over his hip and thigh like a shared blanket. Hot breath puffing past his neck and cheek. His head had been fuzzy, the pressure of Stede both calming and warm along his bare waist. He laid there for an hour, soaking up the unfamiliar intimacy of Stede's touch. Tired mind shifting lazily through the stages of grief. This wasn't real – it was just him chasing after crumbs. Even so, it wasn't until Stede pressed deeper, pulled him closer, and slowly rolled the hard line of his cock into Izzy's ass, that he pulled away in shock and disgust with himself. Stede had slurred awake, peering up at him with half lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

They hadn't spoken about it. But they did somehow keep picking inns that, at least according to Izzy, only had rooms with one bed available. "How unfortunate," Stede would say, climbing into bed, and Izzy would nod silent agreement before settling in beside him, only to find himself covered within the hour by Stede's sprawling limbs and sleep-heavy body. Sometimes Izzy was wrapped and cradled into the soft, furred skin of Stede's stomach and chest. Other times they would slot together like tulip petals, and Izzy would feel small and paper thin, Stede's heavy breathing passing through him rhythmically. Matching lungs and the indent of Stede's skin against his own. He has, against the odds, managed to allow himself to enjoy this. To swallow down the self loathing and accept this strange gift (or curse) that the universe has afforded him. Even if it is just a tease. Something he'll never really have.

So this time, Izzy decides to let Stede use him. It doesn't take much coaxing. He's already hard, and Izzy has spent mornings laying awake, holding Stede in his hand, the weight of his erection mapped into Izzy's mind -- Izzy's life lines memorizing the soft skin and small imperfections of Stede's arousal. He slowly releases Stede from his underwear. Guides him between his thighs, already slick and sensitive, mixing with sticky precum, and waits. Truthfully it's enough to just hold him, feeling the head of Stede's cock just barely there, and the weight behind it promising more. Izzy clenches around nothing and feels the telltale slickness on his thighs. Thinks about how fucked up this is, and feels another shiver of pleasure run through him at that. Stede's arm pulls him closer now and it's a slow, tentative roll of his hips that follows, and Izzy had to bite his lip to keep from gasping. The angle isn't perfect, but even just the sensation of Stede pressing into him is enough to spark something overwhelming in Izzy's brain.

🖤 how do you fix the damage? // how do you break the habit? 🖤

stizzy nsfw || cw: somno, dubcon, sad pathetic izzy

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

It’s a sparking, clenching sensation at the center of him. He gives a grunt and a low wail, teeth searching in that instinctual need for blood and flesh. His mind is a tunnel of white noise. Stede thinks he might have gone blind. That he’ll never see the light again. Adrenaline courses through him – if he were to fall apart in this instant it would be with his seed pumping into a willing bitch, and in this instant that’s enough for him. The chair he’s currently tied to creaks, but doesn’t give. Ropes circle his ankles and spread thighs, loop across his chest and upper arms, and thread between his wrists to keep his hands out of reach. In his lap, Izzy sits facing him, completely nude, whining as he chases the alpha’s mouth with his own. A quick jerk of Stede’s hips quiets him, knot tugging at the swollen entrance of his cunt and jostling his tiny cock between the heat of their bodies. Izzy grips at Stede’s shoulders to steady himself. Fights to keep from chasing after his bite as his hormones kick into overdrive. Stede snarls at the harsh tug of fingers in his hair. Edward pulls Stede’s head back, smirking at the way he snaps the air, eyes still not focused despite the way he snarls. His agitation earns Izzy another hard thrust that nearly knocks the omega over, and Edward can tell from the way they both suddenly stiffen that Stede is cumming again.

“Alpha… fuuuuck… bite… need it…” Izzy is trembling, eyes glassy, pawing at Stede’s shoulders pathetically. It’s enough to make Ed’s heart go kind of soft. The room smells like hazelnut and paper and salt, and it’s hard for him to tell what is coming from who. “Let me go Ed,” Stede says through clenched teeth, and the chair lets out a groan when he tugs at the ropes. “No biting. You said that yourself mate.” “Fuck what I said!” Stede says, anger bleeding into desperation. “I need to do it. I’m going to die if I don’t get my teeth on him Ed.” “Naw, I don’t think you will,” Ed hums, giving another hard tug. Stede’s scent glands pulse distress and arousal, sharp and salty, and Edward can practically hear Izzy gritting his teeth in response. “Next time I need to put a collar on you Stede. Or a fucking muzzle.” Another shudder ripples through Stede, making his legs shake, and Izzy gasps as a second load is emptied deep inside of him.

Edward can see his stomach is already starting to bulge, the firm muscle pushed outward by the glut of cum currently filling his omega womb. Edward raises an eyebrow. “Christ,” Edward says, then chuckles. “Maybe both then, if you’re so excited about it.” “Ed,” Izzy groans. He’s buried his face in the sweat-soaked hair on Stede’s chest, breathing deep to get as much of the Alpha’s scent as he can. His head is filled with ink spots scattered across a white ocean. His voice sounds ragged. “Please let him… fuuuuck… he’s… I’m…” “I’m not letting him do anything Iz,” Ed says, voice husky. “And you know why?” He leans over Stede’s shoulder now, hair brushing along the bare skin. Stede growls, but it fades into a whine. He doesn’t snap, turning his face instead to breathe heavy against Edward’s throat. Edward allows him, despite the hand still tangled in Stede’s blonde curls. Izzy’s eyes are shut, but he tilts his face upward on instinct, scenting and sensing Edward moving closer, lips lifting from Stede’s chest to brush light across Ed’s cheek.

“Because you belong to me,” Ed rumbles, and it’s enough to send Izzy shaking over the edge again, mouth opening in a choked-off wail. His legs grip tight around Stede’s thighs, cunt pulsing and milking the fat knot inside of him. Izzy’s cock twitches, a pathetic spurt of cum dribbling over the head and down the short shaft to where his balls are settled. Stede presses his face to Edward’s neck, yelping at the overstimulation and the fresh flood of seed that follows. It’s beginning to border on pain, but his knot is still thick and full, locking Izzy in place. Edward lets them ride it out, taking the chance to part his lips and taste the rolling waves of omega and alpha scent. Arousal and distress mingling freely in the air. “Aren’t you glad we found Stede, Iz? Finally an alpha pathetic enough to breed my omega for me.” There’s a sudden change in Stede’s scent, like burnt paper. Izzy whimpers in instinctual anxiety. Edward can feel Stede rumble in warning against his throat, but it’s choked off by a hard jerk of his head back to expose his face. He’s flushed, pupils blown wide, lips wet and slack. Edward looks down at him, warm and dominant, smiling closed-mouth.

🖤 pulled up on that booty // yeah we some pirates 🖤

steddyhands nsfw || cw: a/b/o, knotting, breeding

[ #edizzy #steddyhands #stedebonnet #edwardteach #izzyhands #omegaverse #knotting #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

What is the softest thing in the world? I think of the pink sky when I met you at the pier. The way you touch my arm when I try to turn away. Your eyelashes on my shoulder when we lay together. Your palm against mine in the dark. The space just above your thumb. Your eyes when you first wake up. Your voice when you ask me to come with you. How you smile when I say yes. I think of bread pressed into my shaking hand. The way you whisper when you’re scared of getting caught. Laughter when we make it through another day. Fresh raised marks along my back. Silent tears. Cradling your face in my hands. Our lips pressed together. How you breathe when you want more but don’t know how to ask. I think of ink being stabbed into my skin. Well worn leather. The give of bruised flesh. Your thumb against my tongue. Your hair around my wrist. Your fingers brushing my throat. The clouds in the evening, tinged pink. The softest thing in the world. Let it be me when I’m with you.

🖤 that i'd walk so far just to take // the injury of finally knowing you 🖤

edizzy || softness

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Light is scarce. Izzy’s head is stuffed with gauze, white and shining as the moon outside the window. The hand around his throat is familiar, but different. A palmful of fur. Hot breath across his face. It fills his mouth. He wants to be okay. He’s not scared of death, even when it pants wetly in his face. “Help me,” Edward says, and it’s not quite Edward. Still dark eyes and brown skin. Still long hair in messy waves. Still strong shoulders and sharp jaw and the messy growth of his butchered beard. But his eyebrows are thick, twisted in agony, black and furred. His pointed fangs stretch the limits of his mouth, pulling his lips into a wide grimace that Izzy echoes with gritted teeth. “Help yourself,” Izzy groans, his own fingers meeting around Edward’s wrist. He realizes he’s naked when the drifting curtain of Edward’s robe brushes his bare stomach. “Or did your fucking pansy of a boyfriend tell you he didn’t like it?”

Edward snarls. His body jerks forward, lips meeting Izzy’s, and they kiss so hard and sudden that Izzy’s head slams against the wall. A kaleidoscope of light explodes in his vision, underpinned by the sharp tear of his lips across Edward’s hungry teeth. They both taste blood, and Edward shudders. “He doesn’t know?” Izzy whispers against Ed’s lips, and there’s a cruelty in it that turns Izzy’s stomach. “Never had the honor of seeing you like this?” With your hands around his throat? With his blood in your mouth? “I don’t want to be a monster,” Edward says. Izzy has heard it before. Has said it before, in fact. He knows it like a mantra. It twists inside his chest like a knife and inside his dreams like a balm. “But you are a monster,” Izzy growls back and Edward whines. “You’re a monster. That’s okay. It’s okay. Be a monster.”

Edward’s mouth stretches impossibly wide. A snake wrapping jaws around its prey. Saying, I will take you in to sustain myself, but I will not break you until you are in the softest parts of me. Until I can constrict with everything in me and shape you to myself as I shape myself to you. His teeth settle around Izzy’s face, tongue lolling to drape and press across his chin. Izzy stiffens, then settles. Lets his hand fall. Lets his arms go limp, the path of his fingertips brushing across Edward’s furred hips. The hand at his chest has grown cruel claws, and they dig into him so easily he almost doesn’t feel it. Surgical, right into the space where his heart should be. Hot breath from the deepest part of Edward rushes over Izzy. His mouth is so long. So full of teeth and poison and words. Izzy cannot close his eyes. Cannot stop looking at that place he will become. Behind him the moon bursts through the clouds. It highlights the shimmer of teeth. Izzy feels detached and grounded all at once. Anchored by the pressure points at his scalp, and grazing the soft pulsing skin of his throat.

Izzy hears a younger Edward, torn and bloody, laying on shore and reeking of death. Iron and rot. The hot salt of tears. “The moon is full. Don’t you know mate? That’s when everything happens.” Edward wraps a stretched hand around his waist. The heat of his erection bobs between them. Izzy can’t see it, but he feels the pointed tip slip between the spread of his thighs, filling the all seeing eye of his core. The triangle thrums in time with his pulse. He thinks he feels the robe flutter in pieces around him. Tattered streamers. Celebration. “Do it,” he speaks into the heated crosswind of Edward’s breath. And it could mean anything. The teeth are still there, surrounding him. A cavern. A fox trap. A wire hoop snared around his insides, pulling them out through his cunt. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Izzy says, long ago. “What’s the worst that will happen?” Edward replies, from somewhere else.

🖤 I want your quiet // your screaming and thrashing 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: blood, wounds, painful sex, whump

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

The night Stede and Edward fuck, after the party has died down and the fireworks have all fizzled out, and the witching hour paints the sky purple and navy, Izzy is sitting behind the wheel, makeup smeared and lips upturned. He sees Stede, draped in gold that billows outward as he moves across the deck. Izzy watches him hold the railing as he looks out at the sea. Watches the way he stands, motionless besides the wind-swept waves of gray-gold that surrounds him. Watches his face, jaw clenched before crumbling in on himself, chin to chest, hands covering his head as if he’s hiding. Or trying to disappear. Like something in the distance is chastising him, young and afraid. Izzy hesitates for just a moment, and then he's beside Stede, silent but present. The sounds he makes are unique and human and entirely his own. When Stede finally looks up, Izzy recognizes a grief shining out at him that he hasn't seen for a long, long time. The glimmer of a lighthouse covered in soot and sin.

"It gets easier," he mumbles. It’s gruff and almost covered by the ocean. "I don't want it to," Stede moans. He hiccups and threatens to curl inward again, and Izzy catches his arm. His thumb is already rubbing, soothing, into the side of Stede’s wrist, and then Stede is pressing into him and Izzy can't do anything but hold him and let him shake his way through it. He knows that once it's passed it will be easier. That life will go on. Not for that son of a bitch, but for Stede. And fr Edward. For the people that matter to him. And that’s more than he could have ever hoped for at any other point in his life. "I keep making mistakes," Stede mumbles into his shoulder, and Izzy wonders if he just means Ned. "Thing about mistakes is you got to live with them. Whether they were wrong or not. Thought you would know that by now you pampered twat."

Stede laughs dryly, then gives an ugly sniff. When he pulls back even the dim light can't hide his ruddy cheeks and swollen eyes. "I like your makeup," Stede says -- a peace offering. "And your singing. Complete surprise for me. You're changing." "Yeah well what else can I do?" Izzy says with a shrug. He leans into his wooden leg and focuses on the pressure. Of people supporting him. "We all are, I think." Stede reaches out. Runs a thumb across Izzy’s cheek, just below his eye. The smear of mascara that's painted there comes away on his skin as a dark circle on Stede's fingertips. Izzy stiffens. Stede hums softly and pushes a messy bit of hair behind Izzy’s ear. "Don’t change too much Israel," he says, and then he's turning away. Back towards his cabin. Back towards Edward, deep in sleep. Away from Izzy, standing in the dark, surrounded by the reminders of joy and pain and confusion that still litter the deck.

🖤 and i loved you a lot so // i became a soft glow 🖤

stizzy || after the party

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Text reads: Stede is nude, sitting cross legged beside his bed and watching Izzy sleep. His arms are folded on the linens, head tilted to look up the length of Izzy’s body at his face, still slack and soft. He’s laying on his back, uncovered, settled into the cradle of a feather pillow. He’s covered in sweat, his dark hair scattered and messy with fluids. There’s a sticky shine along his cheeks and beard – the lingering indication of spittle and precum that coated his face the night before. Stede’s cock twitches at the memory. He readjusts on the floor, keeping his eyes on Izzy’s lips. “Izzy?” he hums. He shouldn’t wake him, he really shouldn’t. After how many times he bred him last night, it’s irresponsible of him as an Alpha to not let him rest. But Stede wants. He wants so badly he thinks he might simply combust, and then who would lead the crew? Izzy doesn’t respond. There’s a soft snore, and the twitch of his forehead, and then he’s back to stillness. Stede huffs, blond hair fluttering across his cheek. He reaches out a hand, slides it purposefully up Izzy’s thigh. The drag of hair tickles his palm, and Izzy’s muscles react to the touch, tensing and then stretching as Izzy rouses. He looks down at Stede with a deadpan expression, but doesn’t stop him when his pointer and thumb meet around the base of Izzy’s cock.

Text reads: “May I?” Stede asks, as if he isn’t already teasing a finger along just beneath Izzy’s glans. “Don’t you get tired of that thing?” Izzy groans, but Stede doesn’t miss the way his hands curl. Or the way his cock fills, the small length rising upward to peek just barely over the top of his loose fist. “Just fuck me if you’re horny. You’re wasting your time.” “Aren’t you out of your heat?” Stede asks, conversationally. He already knows the answer. Can smell it on Izzy as if it’s written across his chest in big bright letters. Stede takes pride in knowing the way Izzy feels without the exhausting frivolity of bullying the information out of the omega. It was a hard-earned skill, born of time and intimacy. “Or are you still aching for my seed, my sweet Israel?” “Oh my God shut the fuck up Bonnet.” He doesn't need to scent Izzy to understand that. Stede swallows down the alpha instinct to correct him and gives a squeeze to his cock instead.

Text reads: Izzy’s reaction is immediate – hips stuttering upward, thighs spreading to expose the sticky, soft lips of his cunt. They part slow to reveal a deep, dusky pink within. Stede recalls how they’d appeared just a few hours prior, coated a milky white. He leans in, breathes deep. Musk and sweat and the fading tang of heat muddle together at the top of his mouth. Stede follows the path of Izzy’s mound, breath ghosting over the wrinkled skin of his balls, to paint the dribble of salty pre at the tip of Izzy’s cock across his parted lips. Izzy’s gasps. Only the lingering submission of his heat keeps his hands at his sides, even as Stede pulls Izzy into his mouth with that firm, torturous suction he’s somehow perfected. Izzy’s toes curl. His thighs tense, and Stede’s hands run soothing along the insides, up into the seam of his groin, to rub circles into the sleep-baked skin. His lips reach the furred base of Izzy’s cock and he lingers, flexing the back of his tongue against the head. Izzy whimpers, a warm burst of flavor coating Stede’s mouth and filling the back of his throat.

Text reads: Stede breathes deeply through his nose and stays put. It’s no secret that Izzy’s racing thoughts all on their own are enough to push him over the edge. This wouldn’t be the first time the simple act of holding Israel inside him got Stede what he wanted. He peeks up through his long lashes and sees Izzy staring right back at him, flushed, a cycle of emotions playing across the creasing of his brow and the quick, panting breaths that part his wetted lips. They regard each other, and Stede can practically hear Izzy’s thoughts fighting with each other – bright and violent as startled birds. A wave of Izzy’s scent rolls over him. Another twitching gush of fluid coats his already spit-soaked mouth, settling in the curve of his rounded tongue and the ridges of his soft palate. “Is it good?” he sees Izzy whisper. Barely heard. Scented only in the faint perfume of want and need and love that mingles with Stede’s own. Stede reaches up, presses gently on one curled fist to coax it into his open hand. Izzy whines low in the back of his throat. Slowly his fingers unfurl, one by one. His palm is bared, exposed for only a moment before Stede is pressing it to his own, his vulnerable skin shielded by the scent and skin and power of his alpha.

🖤 i only threw this party for you 🖤

stizzy nsfw || you're perfect

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Confessions of a Voyeur PT 2 Distortion Through Obsession

📚💙 Confessions of a Voyeur PT 2 is out now.

PT 1 was featured in Top in Fiction. I can't wait to hear what you all think of PT 2. Let me know if you've cracked the metaphor yet in the comments.

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#DarkFiction #ShortSerial #ShortFic #Indie #LateNightReads

Available now at your favorite digital store! The Watcher: A Jack the Ripper Story by A L Butcher

The year is 1888, and the place is Whitechapel, in the very heart of London. But the heart is bleeding. #JacktheRipper #Shortfic #HistoricalFiction #IARTG #Horror #ebook #audiobook
18 rated for scenes of violence. www.books2read.com/TheWatcherJTR

Sleepless Ditty, #001 Rai, the Distracted Magpie published a post on Ko-fi

I often find it hard to fall asleep and sometimes my brain decides to sing little ditties to me. I figured Ko-fi is the perfect place to share them.

Head over to the post to read "Beetles, beetles!".

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#amwriting #poetry #shortfic

Supercalifragilisticexpiealidocious Came up with the funniest fucking idea while I was taking care of my MIL's horses this afternoon, and then my brain would not stop chewing on it while I was driving. Think I'm gonna write it real q…

The funniest idea popped into my head this afternoon & my brain refused to stop chewing on it, so I wrote it tonight.
Please enjoy some absolute nonsense featuring Dorian, my Lavellan siblings, and Solas.
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#dragonage #shortfic #solavellan

Long New Purple Hair - MiaQc - Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure [Cartoon] [SquidgeWorld Archive] SquidgeWorld Archive, a project of Squidge.org based on open-source code from the OTW

Long New Purple Hair by MiaQc - Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure [Cartoon], Skullgirls [Video Game] squidgeworld.org/works/72019 via @squidge.org
#rapunzel #skullgirls #crossover #fanfic #squidgeworld #samsonskullgirls #fanfiction #shortfic #disneytangled