I see a dreamer
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shadowhiveSo a few days ago dreamersdare posted with snippets of fic in wips and I said I’d do it too so here it is. Some of these are super short, others less so. I’ll also include some thoughts on them as well. I’m basically going through these in the order I have them saved so…
Warnings for some nsfw stuff and dark stuff.
Fandoms: Badflower, DreamSMP rpf, Fall Out Boy, MCR, Natewantstobattle, Panic! at The Disco, Set It Off, The Flash, The Umbrella Academy, The Used
So let’s go.
Josh had noticed the way that Alex kept snatching looks at him during the whole time they were filming the video. The bassist couldn’t be more obvious if he’d tried.
-
So this one is Josh/Alex from Badflower based on their Emoflower in the video. I intended to do this for kinktober, but this is as far as I’ve got with it.
Will I go back to it? Unsure
***
Appearances could be deceiving, that was something Bert had learned long ago.
-
Again this is all I have for this one. It’s intended to be Bert/Ray, with sub!Ray. The intention being that Bert’s watching when Ray is sucking on that… beer pipe… thing.
Will I go back to it? Unsure
***
“You know, people have so many unnecessary parts.” Wilbur spoke as he walked around the operating table that his latest patient was strapped to. There was fear in his eyes, which made Wilbur smirk cruelly. “But don’t worry. I’ll be relieving you of them soon.” The boy struggled against the bed, trying to escape and shaking his head.
Wilbur just smirked wider as he reached over, grabbing a bond saw from the cart holding his equipment. His patient screamed the moment he bought it down, the blade drawing blood from the fresh wound. Wilbur licked his lips, enjoying the sounds of pain he made as he got to work.
-
So when I was working on the birthday fic for Chai the other month it went through several incarnations before the final fic. There was three main variations. One that will come later, one that was a follow up to this fic (where Wilbur comes back to a modified Quackity) and then there’s this one. This is the closest to the final fic, it’s basically the same sort of idea albeit told more from Wilbur’s perspective. For some reason though I couldn’t quite get it to work, so I decided to change it to the eventual fic. There’s a few more paragraphs after this one too.
Will I go back to it? It’s extremely unlikely but who knows
***
“You know this is such a waste.” Pete hummed, his fingers trailing along Patrick’s thick cock. “You know how many guys would kill to have a dick like this? How many size queens would love to take this up their asses?” Pete paused, wrapping his fingers around his length and giving it a slow stroke. “But instead it’s wasted on you, the neediest bottom ever.” Pete smirked at the whine that escaped his lips as he gave his cock a squeeze. “Shame.”
Pete released his dick, stepping away and looking over the naked boy.
-
Obviously this is a Petetrick. It started when I saw someone make a post about Patrick being a bottom with a big cock. But since I know longer talk to said person it just got abandoned.
Will iI go back to it? Unlikely but possible
***
Quackity shivered slightly as he looked at the abandoned Termina hospital. The place had been empty for as long as he could remember and it looked just like one of those abandoned places in a horror movie. Which he supposed was fitting, because the place was meant to be haunted.
-
So this is the second version of the fic for Chai. The basic premise was that Quackity was gonna be exploring this abandoned hospital on a dare, only to find it wasn’t abandoned at all and someone (Wilbur) was kidnapping and torturing people. It was inspired by seeing Quackity playing outlast.
Will I go back to it? It’s a possibility, more so than the other version earlier.
***
Cisco Ramon has always known he was special. He’d felt it in his bones even as a child, even before he had discovered the true nature of his birth. He found that out later.
Cisco was born October 1st 1989. He had assumed, as anyone would, that his was a normal pregnancy and birth. When he first heard he was unexpected he assumed it was in the same way that others used the term, that he was simply unplanned. What he didn’t expect was to find out that he really was unexpected and unplanned in the truest sense of the word.
On the day of his birth his mother hadn’t been pregnant until moments before he was born.
He wasn’t alone in that, the most famous examples being the seven members of The Umbrella Academy.
Two of them were before him.
Number 2 and Number 4. Klaus and Diego. The junkie and the vigilante. The brothers who were lovers.
-
So this is a Cisco/Kliego fic. I’m not sure when I started this one (the notes mentions seasonofkink but I’m not sure which one). It’s basically an AU where Cisco is one of the special kids with powers and when Kliego come to his town he decides to kidnap them and have fun with them. This Cisco is more akin to the Earth 2 Cisco (I was so salty that he was killed off so quick). There’s more to it than this (and more than I remembered)
Will I go back to it? It’s possible, if someone is interested.
***
A few years ago if you’d asked Diego if there was a god he would have replied with a firm no. Religion was for the foolish and the weak, a way to control the masses. Any good done in it’s name was marred by the pain and suffering inflicted upon the world.
Now, though, he thought differently. He knew different. Now he knew for certain those religions were wrong, but not because there was no god. No, it was because they didn’t worship the true god.
One day that would change though and they would see him in his true glory.
-
Ok, this one and the next one are basically similar sorts of ideas. The idea being that Ben Hargreeves is a kind of Eldritch abomination. This is all I’ve got of the first version.
Will I go back to it? This version probably not, as the other is more fleshed out.
***
Diego didn’t believe in god. He saw all the horrible things that happened in the world, the pain, the suffering, the war and he knew with a certainty that there wasn’t a higher power. It was better to believe that there wasn’t one rather than that there was a ‘loving god’ that just didn’t care enough to actually do anything to help people.
As such Diego considered that religious people were idiots, manipulated by con men who used dusty old books to take advantage of them or spread their prejudices. He wouldn’t mind religion so much if it genuinely made people good people but it didn’t. They either were filled with hate or fear, or when they did good it was just because their god/book/pastor said so.
So he did his best to stay away from religious people of all stripes.
It was easy enough for him. When he saw the injustice in the world he considered becoming a police officer, but he abandoned that pretty early on when it became clear to him that they caused more problems than they solved (and don’t get him started on how they gave people passes to do bad things because of their wealth or skin tone). He ended up working in a gym, as a mix of cleaner, trainer and boxer. It... well, it wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world. But it suited him. He lived in a small apartment in the gym’s basement and it paid well enough that he could live comfortably enough.
Sure his life could be better, but he was okay.
Okay yeah, sometimes he did feel lonely. He wasn’t exactly great at making connections with people. He didn’t really have anyone that he could confidently call friends. While he was ok with that, he liked his solitude and being able to do what he liked, sometimes he did wish he had someone that he could hang out with and talk to. And don’t get him started on romantic relationships. Those had all ended in failure as well.
-
And this is the second version which is obviously a little more fleshed out. After this there’s a few paragraphs where Diego meets Klaus who identifies him as being lonely and starts seducing him. The idea being that he’s gonna have sex with him and recruit him into his cult, which again, is worshiping eldritch abomination Ben. For some reason I just stalled and never ended up going back to it,
Will I go back to it? Possibly
***
Maxx looked at himself in the mirror, looking at his reflection up and down to make sure he looked right. He was used to his clients asking that he dress a certain way before he went to see them and this was one of those outfits that he could actually wear in public and no one would bat an eye.
He wore a pair of black boots that reached up almost to his knees and they were a bit of a bitch to get on due to all the laces. Over his legs were a pair of skinny jeans that were a size or two smaller than he’d usually wear, so they were practically skin tight. His t-shirt was just a simple plain black one, which also clung to his chest. Finally were a pair of glasses on his face. He’d not needed to wear any in years, having had lasik to sort his eyes out. As a result the lenses in them were just regular glass, just as something to complete his look.
He smiled to himself, nodding as he ran his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair. Yeah, he thought he looked pretty good.
-
So this is a sex worker Maxx fic that I started… fuck it must be two years now? I started it for someone as a gift but then they vanished and I ditched it so it languished a bit. Then I mentioned it to chai and I worked on it more, then stalled again. His client is Gerard.
Will I go back to it? This is the fic probably closest to being done so I’m actually fairly sure that I will finish it, it’s just a matter of when.
***
Brendon was glad that the tour was over. He loved touring of course, performing in front of and meeting fans was such a rush, but after awhile it got tiring. Now that he was home it meant that he could relax and unwind. And, more importantly satiate his hunger.
He couldn’t satisfy his urges on tour. He’d tried before, but there just wasn’t enough privacy or time for him to really enjoy himself.
He licked his dark lips as he stepped into of his bedrooms, staring at the familiar figure that was sprawled out across the bedsheets. Well, what was left of him anyway. Both of his legs were completely gone as well as his left hand. Despite the loss of limbs his belly was soft and round, thanks to one of Brendon’s thralls keeping him well fed. Spencer Smith met Brendon’s gaze, his eyes bright with adoration as he smiled. “Master, you’re home...”
-
So this was a Brendon/Spencer fic that I started for the first kinktober I did. It was for one of the last prompts, vore, but I ended up being burned out by it all. Basically it’s based on the emperors new clothes video, with demon!Brendon being his true form and he’s eating Spencer
Will I go back to it? Unlikely.
***
“Hello? It’s me from before, Maxx. Thank you so many for coming.” Maxx grinned brightly on the screen, his eyes clearly scanning the chat.
-
I’m actually super annoyed that this is all I have for this one. The basic premise is that Maxx is a streamer, but instead of chatting or gaming he does porn instead. Alas despite it being a super strong idea my brain couldn’t turn it into words which I’m super annoyed about
Will I go back to it? I’d like to if I get a clear idea.
***
Nate circled around his bound captive, licking his lips at the sight of him.
-
This is all I have for this one? I was sure I had more more. This was gonna be Sandman!Pete and Mangled!Natewantstobattle, as prompted by a certain chaos entity. But it seems my brain couldn’t come up with a scenario
Will I get back to it? If my brain comes up with an idea
***
Klaus slithered through the crowd, his hips swaying to the loud thumping beat of the music. He knew everyone’s eyes would be drawn to him, especially looking like this, leather pants clinging to his legs, his black mesh top showing of his peaked nipples and the black collar framing his pale neck. He wanted to be seen, thrived off it like others needed oxygen or like his his lover loved the blades of his knives.
He hummed along to the music, running his tongue over his black painted lips as he made his way through the mass of people. Usually he’d take his time, allow people to touch him in ways that were both subtle and overt, but not tonight. Tonight he already had a target in mind and it was just up to him to lure him.
Klaus was good at that. He’d had lots of practice over the years luring people to come home with him. He had a sweet face, a pretty face, one that people wanted to kiss and have pushed down between their legs. People also underestimated him, thought he was an easy little slut and that’s exactly what he wanted them to think. He didn’t need to rumour people to get them to do exactly what he wanted.
“I can’t wait to see what you do to him.” A voice whispered in his ear, soft despite the thumping music. Klaus’ lips curved into a smile, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgment, something that anyone else would interpret as a response to the thrum of the music.
-
This is another of those fics that has a lot done to it and I’m really disappointed I’ve not been able to get back to it. It’s basically serial killer Kliego (with bonus Ben) with Klaus acting as the seductive lure with the intention of Diego to get stab happy. Only i never got to the stabbing (he managed to get their victim, Ray, home, which is more than I remembered).
Will I go back to it? I really want to at some point, but I’m not sure when.
***
Sapnap couldn’t help but smirk as he looked down at George, taking in the sight of him. The boy looked so pretty like this. He always did look pretty of course, but somehow he looked even better when he was naked. Even more so bent over his bed, with the curve of his fat ass at just the perfect height.
Sapnap licked his lips as a George held his cheeks open for him, exposing the twitching pucker of his opening. It looked so inviting and he had to admit he was tempted to just get on his knees and put his face between his cheeks. Some other time. For now he bought his lube slick fingers between his cheeks, teasing them against his hole.
-
This is the ‘current’ fic I’m working on which is top!Sapnap and George with bonus Dream.
Will I go back to it? Well since it’s my current fic yup, it should be the next fic I finish if block and my brain behaves
***
“Who are these assholes?” Ben spoke up, his voice dripping with distain as he looked them over over. Only it wasn’t Ben, not their Ben. He looked like him of course but Klaus could tell instantly that this wasn’t him.
Before anyone could speak, Reginald spoke up, his town commanding. “Number One, deal with them.” Ben smirked and then his tentacles burst from his chest, covering the distances between them in a blink.
And then everything went black.
***
Klaus awoke with a groan, rubbing his head with one hand, quickly taking in his surroundings. He was used to waking up in strange, unfamiliar places, so he’d become an expert in assessing such situations quickly. He was on a bed in a small room, which appeared to be much like a cell. The door was firmly shut and there wasn’t even a window with bars in to look through. He frowned at that, looking away from the door to the rest of the room. There was a simple metal toilet bit, more importantly, there was another bed atop of which was the familiar form of Diego, his body turned to face the wall. “Diego!” He hissed, before getting up and crossing the space to between them, reaching up and shoving him lightly.
-
This is another Kliego based fic, with Sparrow!Ben. This is was started just after the end of season 2 and was gonna deal with that ending, basically kliego we’re gonna be used by sparrow Ben. Of course I kinda failed at it, partly because, for what ever reason, season 2 didn’t inspire the content for me that one did.
Will I go back to it? Possibly, but I’d probably change it
***
So that’s all the wips I have, other than ones shoved into my ‘won’t get done’ folder. There’s also a bunch of documents that are just a pairing and an idea, which may or may not get worked on. (And I have a huge bunch of ideas now noted in my private discord for reference)
So lemme know what you think, if you’d like to see any more of these etc.
dreamersdare posted with snippets of fic in wips and I said I’d do it too so here it is. Some of these are super short, others less so. I’ll also include some thoughts on them as well. I’m basically going through these in the order I have them saved so…Warnings for some nsfw stuff and dark stuff.
Fandoms: Badflower, DreamSMP rpf, Fall Out Boy, MCR, Natewantstobattle, Panic! at The Disco, Set It Off, The Flash, The Umbrella Academy, The Used
So let’s go.
Josh had noticed the way that Alex kept snatching looks at him during the whole time they were filming the video. The bassist couldn’t be more obvious if he’d tried.
-
So this one is Josh/Alex from Badflower based on their Emoflower in the video. I intended to do this for kinktober, but this is as far as I’ve got with it.
Will I go back to it? Unsure
***
Appearances could be deceiving, that was something Bert had learned long ago.
-
Again this is all I have for this one. It’s intended to be Bert/Ray, with sub!Ray. The intention being that Bert’s watching when Ray is sucking on that… beer pipe… thing.
Will I go back to it? Unsure
***
“You know, people have so many unnecessary parts.” Wilbur spoke as he walked around the operating table that his latest patient was strapped to. There was fear in his eyes, which made Wilbur smirk cruelly. “But don’t worry. I’ll be relieving you of them soon.” The boy struggled against the bed, trying to escape and shaking his head.
Wilbur just smirked wider as he reached over, grabbing a bond saw from the cart holding his equipment. His patient screamed the moment he bought it down, the blade drawing blood from the fresh wound. Wilbur licked his lips, enjoying the sounds of pain he made as he got to work.
-
So when I was working on the birthday fic for Chai the other month it went through several incarnations before the final fic. There was three main variations. One that will come later, one that was a follow up to this fic (where Wilbur comes back to a modified Quackity) and then there’s this one. This is the closest to the final fic, it’s basically the same sort of idea albeit told more from Wilbur’s perspective. For some reason though I couldn’t quite get it to work, so I decided to change it to the eventual fic. There’s a few more paragraphs after this one too.
Will I go back to it? It’s extremely unlikely but who knows
***
“You know this is such a waste.” Pete hummed, his fingers trailing along Patrick’s thick cock. “You know how many guys would kill to have a dick like this? How many size queens would love to take this up their asses?” Pete paused, wrapping his fingers around his length and giving it a slow stroke. “But instead it’s wasted on you, the neediest bottom ever.” Pete smirked at the whine that escaped his lips as he gave his cock a squeeze. “Shame.”
Pete released his dick, stepping away and looking over the naked boy.
-
Obviously this is a Petetrick. It started when I saw someone make a post about Patrick being a bottom with a big cock. But since I know longer talk to said person it just got abandoned.
Will iI go back to it? Unlikely but possible
***
Quackity shivered slightly as he looked at the abandoned Termina hospital. The place had been empty for as long as he could remember and it looked just like one of those abandoned places in a horror movie. Which he supposed was fitting, because the place was meant to be haunted.
-
So this is the second version of the fic for Chai. The basic premise was that Quackity was gonna be exploring this abandoned hospital on a dare, only to find it wasn’t abandoned at all and someone (Wilbur) was kidnapping and torturing people. It was inspired by seeing Quackity playing outlast.
Will I go back to it? It’s a possibility, more so than the other version earlier.
***
Cisco Ramon has always known he was special. He’d felt it in his bones even as a child, even before he had discovered the true nature of his birth. He found that out later.
Cisco was born October 1st 1989. He had assumed, as anyone would, that his was a normal pregnancy and birth. When he first heard he was unexpected he assumed it was in the same way that others used the term, that he was simply unplanned. What he didn’t expect was to find out that he really was unexpected and unplanned in the truest sense of the word.
On the day of his birth his mother hadn’t been pregnant until moments before he was born.
He wasn’t alone in that, the most famous examples being the seven members of The Umbrella Academy.
Two of them were before him.
Number 2 and Number 4. Klaus and Diego. The junkie and the vigilante. The brothers who were lovers.
-
So this is a Cisco/Kliego fic. I’m not sure when I started this one (the notes mentions seasonofkink but I’m not sure which one). It’s basically an AU where Cisco is one of the special kids with powers and when Kliego come to his town he decides to kidnap them and have fun with them. This Cisco is more akin to the Earth 2 Cisco (I was so salty that he was killed off so quick). There’s more to it than this (and more than I remembered)
Will I go back to it? It’s possible, if someone is interested.
***
A few years ago if you’d asked Diego if there was a god he would have replied with a firm no. Religion was for the foolish and the weak, a way to control the masses. Any good done in it’s name was marred by the pain and suffering inflicted upon the world.
Now, though, he thought differently. He knew different. Now he knew for certain those religions were wrong, but not because there was no god. No, it was because they didn’t worship the true god.
One day that would change though and they would see him in his true glory.
-
Ok, this one and the next one are basically similar sorts of ideas. The idea being that Ben Hargreeves is a kind of Eldritch abomination. This is all I’ve got of the first version.
Will I go back to it? This version probably not, as the other is more fleshed out.
***
Diego didn’t believe in god. He saw all the horrible things that happened in the world, the pain, the suffering, the war and he knew with a certainty that there wasn’t a higher power. It was better to believe that there wasn’t one rather than that there was a ‘loving god’ that just didn’t care enough to actually do anything to help people.
As such Diego considered that religious people were idiots, manipulated by con men who used dusty old books to take advantage of them or spread their prejudices. He wouldn’t mind religion so much if it genuinely made people good people but it didn’t. They either were filled with hate or fear, or when they did good it was just because their god/book/pastor said so.
So he did his best to stay away from religious people of all stripes.
It was easy enough for him. When he saw the injustice in the world he considered becoming a police officer, but he abandoned that pretty early on when it became clear to him that they caused more problems than they solved (and don’t get him started on how they gave people passes to do bad things because of their wealth or skin tone). He ended up working in a gym, as a mix of cleaner, trainer and boxer. It... well, it wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world. But it suited him. He lived in a small apartment in the gym’s basement and it paid well enough that he could live comfortably enough.
Sure his life could be better, but he was okay.
Okay yeah, sometimes he did feel lonely. He wasn’t exactly great at making connections with people. He didn’t really have anyone that he could confidently call friends. While he was ok with that, he liked his solitude and being able to do what he liked, sometimes he did wish he had someone that he could hang out with and talk to. And don’t get him started on romantic relationships. Those had all ended in failure as well.
-
And this is the second version which is obviously a little more fleshed out. After this there’s a few paragraphs where Diego meets Klaus who identifies him as being lonely and starts seducing him. The idea being that he’s gonna have sex with him and recruit him into his cult, which again, is worshiping eldritch abomination Ben. For some reason I just stalled and never ended up going back to it,
Will I go back to it? Possibly
***
Maxx looked at himself in the mirror, looking at his reflection up and down to make sure he looked right. He was used to his clients asking that he dress a certain way before he went to see them and this was one of those outfits that he could actually wear in public and no one would bat an eye.
He wore a pair of black boots that reached up almost to his knees and they were a bit of a bitch to get on due to all the laces. Over his legs were a pair of skinny jeans that were a size or two smaller than he’d usually wear, so they were practically skin tight. His t-shirt was just a simple plain black one, which also clung to his chest. Finally were a pair of glasses on his face. He’d not needed to wear any in years, having had lasik to sort his eyes out. As a result the lenses in them were just regular glass, just as something to complete his look.
He smiled to himself, nodding as he ran his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair. Yeah, he thought he looked pretty good.
-
So this is a sex worker Maxx fic that I started… fuck it must be two years now? I started it for someone as a gift but then they vanished and I ditched it so it languished a bit. Then I mentioned it to chai and I worked on it more, then stalled again. His client is Gerard.
Will I go back to it? This is the fic probably closest to being done so I’m actually fairly sure that I will finish it, it’s just a matter of when.
***
Brendon was glad that the tour was over. He loved touring of course, performing in front of and meeting fans was such a rush, but after awhile it got tiring. Now that he was home it meant that he could relax and unwind. And, more importantly satiate his hunger.
He couldn’t satisfy his urges on tour. He’d tried before, but there just wasn’t enough privacy or time for him to really enjoy himself.
He licked his dark lips as he stepped into of his bedrooms, staring at the familiar figure that was sprawled out across the bedsheets. Well, what was left of him anyway. Both of his legs were completely gone as well as his left hand. Despite the loss of limbs his belly was soft and round, thanks to one of Brendon’s thralls keeping him well fed. Spencer Smith met Brendon’s gaze, his eyes bright with adoration as he smiled. “Master, you’re home...”
-
So this was a Brendon/Spencer fic that I started for the first kinktober I did. It was for one of the last prompts, vore, but I ended up being burned out by it all. Basically it’s based on the emperors new clothes video, with demon!Brendon being his true form and he’s eating Spencer
Will I go back to it? Unlikely.
***
“Hello? It’s me from before, Maxx. Thank you so many for coming.” Maxx grinned brightly on the screen, his eyes clearly scanning the chat.
-
I’m actually super annoyed that this is all I have for this one. The basic premise is that Maxx is a streamer, but instead of chatting or gaming he does porn instead. Alas despite it being a super strong idea my brain couldn’t turn it into words which I’m super annoyed about
Will I go back to it? I’d like to if I get a clear idea.
***
Nate circled around his bound captive, licking his lips at the sight of him.
-
This is all I have for this one? I was sure I had more more. This was gonna be Sandman!Pete and Mangled!Natewantstobattle, as prompted by a certain chaos entity. But it seems my brain couldn’t come up with a scenario
Will I get back to it? If my brain comes up with an idea
***
Klaus slithered through the crowd, his hips swaying to the loud thumping beat of the music. He knew everyone’s eyes would be drawn to him, especially looking like this, leather pants clinging to his legs, his black mesh top showing of his peaked nipples and the black collar framing his pale neck. He wanted to be seen, thrived off it like others needed oxygen or like his his lover loved the blades of his knives.
He hummed along to the music, running his tongue over his black painted lips as he made his way through the mass of people. Usually he’d take his time, allow people to touch him in ways that were both subtle and overt, but not tonight. Tonight he already had a target in mind and it was just up to him to lure him.
Klaus was good at that. He’d had lots of practice over the years luring people to come home with him. He had a sweet face, a pretty face, one that people wanted to kiss and have pushed down between their legs. People also underestimated him, thought he was an easy little slut and that’s exactly what he wanted them to think. He didn’t need to rumour people to get them to do exactly what he wanted.
“I can’t wait to see what you do to him.” A voice whispered in his ear, soft despite the thumping music. Klaus’ lips curved into a smile, nodding his head slightly in acknowledgment, something that anyone else would interpret as a response to the thrum of the music.
-
This is another of those fics that has a lot done to it and I’m really disappointed I’ve not been able to get back to it. It’s basically serial killer Kliego (with bonus Ben) with Klaus acting as the seductive lure with the intention of Diego to get stab happy. Only i never got to the stabbing (he managed to get their victim, Ray, home, which is more than I remembered).
Will I go back to it? I really want to at some point, but I’m not sure when.
***
Sapnap couldn’t help but smirk as he looked down at George, taking in the sight of him. The boy looked so pretty like this. He always did look pretty of course, but somehow he looked even better when he was naked. Even more so bent over his bed, with the curve of his fat ass at just the perfect height.
Sapnap licked his lips as a George held his cheeks open for him, exposing the twitching pucker of his opening. It looked so inviting and he had to admit he was tempted to just get on his knees and put his face between his cheeks. Some other time. For now he bought his lube slick fingers between his cheeks, teasing them against his hole.
-
This is the ‘current’ fic I’m working on which is top!Sapnap and George with bonus Dream.
Will I go back to it? Well since it’s my current fic yup, it should be the next fic I finish if block and my brain behaves
***
“Who are these assholes?” Ben spoke up, his voice dripping with distain as he looked them over over. Only it wasn’t Ben, not their Ben. He looked like him of course but Klaus could tell instantly that this wasn’t him.
Before anyone could speak, Reginald spoke up, his town commanding. “Number One, deal with them.” Ben smirked and then his tentacles burst from his chest, covering the distances between them in a blink.
And then everything went black.
***
Klaus awoke with a groan, rubbing his head with one hand, quickly taking in his surroundings. He was used to waking up in strange, unfamiliar places, so he’d become an expert in assessing such situations quickly. He was on a bed in a small room, which appeared to be much like a cell. The door was firmly shut and there wasn’t even a window with bars in to look through. He frowned at that, looking away from the door to the rest of the room. There was a simple metal toilet bit, more importantly, there was another bed atop of which was the familiar form of Diego, his body turned to face the wall. “Diego!” He hissed, before getting up and crossing the space to between them, reaching up and shoving him lightly.
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This is another Kliego based fic, with Sparrow!Ben. This is was started just after the end of season 2 and was gonna deal with that ending, basically kliego we’re gonna be used by sparrow Ben. Of course I kinda failed at it, partly because, for what ever reason, season 2 didn’t inspire the content for me that one did.
Will I go back to it? Possibly, but I’d probably change it
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So that’s all the wips I have, other than ones shoved into my ‘won’t get done’ folder. There’s also a bunch of documents that are just a pairing and an idea, which may or may not get worked on. (And I have a huge bunch of ideas now noted in my private discord for reference)
So lemme know what you think, if you’d like to see any more of these etc.
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Date: 2022-01-04 02:47 pm (UTC)I’m gonna steal this meme, I’ll do it when I get onto my laptop :D
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Date: 2022-01-04 03:09 pm (UTC)Aww yay! I hope you liked the glimpses of the other versions of your fic 🖤 Top Sapnap is definitely hot, I need to work on it some more!
Ahh awesome! I’m excite for that!
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Date: 2022-01-04 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-01-04 06:53 pm (UTC)I love how you gave context and completion likelihood and I was just "here, snippets, enjoy" :D
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Date: 2022-01-04 07:02 pm (UTC)Heee yeah, I was gonna post it like that but figured let’s add stuff
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Date: 2022-01-07 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-01-07 04:51 pm (UTC)I might finish some soonish! And by some I mean the Gerard/Maxx and Sapnap one