Snippet sunday
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shadowhiveSo dreamersdare is doing a thing where they post snippets of fic they’re working on and I thought it might be a good idea to do it too, both so they have someone else doing it and also in the hopes it encourages me to actually, you know, fic.
So the idea is to post things you’d been working on that week but since I’ve not really done anything I’m just gonna post stuff from some of the WIPs of doom.
(It’s been hard cause I’ve really had to resist starting more cause I’ve had ideas but I don’t wanna add to the list)
I am hoping to work on stuff tonight but we’ll see.
First is gonna be the ‘current’ wips which I think/want to finish soonest. There’ll be about two (ish) paragraphs from each one)
First is the Ben Bruce Slam Dunk fic (which is a follow up to the one of him and Danny)
After leaving Danny to his fun Ben made his way over the bar, where he knew the rest of the band would be. Well, the most of the band anyway, bar Danny of course and Cameron as well. Paul got him a drink and Ben drank it while listening to them talk about their performance.
Except he wasn’t listening, not really.
He thought of how he’d left Danny in the dressing room, on his knees with his hands bound and a load of cum on his face.
Next is the other slam dunk fic, the second of the three Cameron/parx fics, this time Cameron/Otto (which is much more fleshed out and close to finishing). This bit isn’t with them but one of the Danny and Cameron battery bits instead.
“Cam I don’t think you have enough time to dom someone before we go onstage.”
“That’s rich coming from you.” Cameron snorted, rolling his eyes. “How many shows have we had to delay because you were on your knees or with your legs in the air?” Danny looked a little sheepish at that, no doubt remembering more than a few of them. He reached over, touching him on the arm, offering him a slight smile. “Don’t worry, it’s just some prep work, the real fun will come after the show.”
His eyes sparked with interest and he opened his mouth, no doubt about to ask who it was with or what he intended to do, but Cameron shushed him. “I’ll be pushed for time though, I might not be able to help you set up for your debauchery.” He pouted at that, but he was sure he’d manage to pester one of the others into sorting him out. “Just remember to be careful yeah?”
Next is a Maxx/Maxx fic, mostly cause I wanted to do something with twink and buff Maxx for… reasons. Again nothing explicit but this is also the one I hope to finish soonest
He set his tour bags down by the door, making his way up to his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to just flop on top of the sheets. When he entered his room he paused, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he’d had it the whole tour, his bright green hair still sometimes surprised him. He liked how different it was, how the whole aesthetic of Welcome To Elsewhere had meant they wore wild, bright colours and it had been fun to do something so different.
Right now he was wearing bright purple skinny jeans and a fishnet top that he’d grown fond of since first wearing it.
“You look like a whore.” The voice made him freeze in place. Partly that was because he should be alone, but it was also because it sounded like his own and he hadn’t spoken.
Next is another fic that’s very close to being done but I’ve just stalled on. It’s a Krowfang/Owen/Seapeekay fic that I started working on after locking down my Wilbur fics and getting inspired by the hypnosis of Your New Girlfriend. So this is the opening paragraphs.
Krow let out a soft sigh as it heard sounds from the other side of the wall, sounds that had become all too familiar at this point.
When it’s roommate, Owen, had first decided to date someone it had been happy for him. But then he’d bought him home and one thing led to another and…
At first it had been funny, especially the first time when they’d been red faced at Krow hearing them. Then it had become arousing, with Krow shamefully getting off to the sounds they made, picturing what they were doing as it did so.
Now though it was more annoying than arousing, mostly because, like now, they were so loud. But also Krow couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
Last of these ones is a fox!seapeekay/rat!Tubbo, inspired by the rats smp (though only loosely cause I didn’t watch much) in which rat!tubbo is sent to ‘acquire’ something from him and things go wrong.
Up or down.
For a moment he considered which would be the best way to go. If he was hiding something precious he would put it in the highest place he could get to, away from prying eyes and grasping hands. But would a fox have the same mindset? Would they consider height safer like he did or would they consider underground safer?
He decided to go for the tunnel that went underground, heading down beneath the tree. The tunnel curved down as it went deeper until he spotted a room branching off it. Again he stopped to peer into the room, though he also wrote this one off as it was clearly a kitchen. While food was precious to a rat like him he doubted a fox would consider leaving a key with his food. Besides he wasn’t sure what a fox would consider to be good food.
He carried on along the tunnel, which continued even further underground. He shivered slightly and he wasn’t sure if it was from the coldness or the general foreboding feeling of being below ground in the dark. Part of him hoped that he would find another room that he could easily dismiss so he could run back upstairs.
The tunnel stopped opening up into another room and he cautiously peered inside. He wrinkled his nose at the smell that came from within, though he couldn’t place what it was. He looked around the room, trying to work out what it’s function was. There was wooden table along one wall which was heavily stained, above there were some hooks while held knives of various sizes which made him feel slightly nervous. Along another wall there was something which looked like the trap that was used in the house to catch his fellow rats. It made him shudder seeing one, but he guessed that the fox was a collector of things which included things he found unpleasant.
And then he turned to the other wall and his eyes went wide in horror at what he saw.
Now there’s some of the other wips that I wanna finish, from the older document thing I was using that I really need to transfer over.
First is Wuant/Seapeekay which I started when Seapeekay said he’d go visit him (why hasn’t that happened yet??) and I really wanna get back to it now they’ve met (though I might do another thing with them at twitchcon first). I stalled on this cause I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen (I almost decided not to include the last paragraph but then u thought fuck it👀)
He looked to the door as he heard footsteps, then he saw the handle turn and the door opened revealing his host. He was dressed in black, a plain black tee with a leather jacket and matching trousers. He wore a smirk as he looked down at him, his dark eyes sparkling.
He looked Callum over before speaking. “Good, you know how to follow instructions.” He held up a strip of leather, which Callum instantly registered as a collar. “You know what happens once this goes on, yeah?”
Callum swallowed, knowing exactly what that meant, but nodded. “Yes sir.” He replied, keeping his voice soft.
“Good.” He approached him, crouching down and wrapping the collar around his throat, buckling it in place. “There much better, now I don’t need to speak your filthy language anymore.” He switched to his native tongue, speaking slower than he probably would with anyone else. Callum felt proud that his work on Duolingo had paid off enough that he could understand him, though he tried not to show it. The other man looked around the room, shaking his head. “We’re not doing anything here.” He clicked his fingers, smirking as he looked at him. “Follow me, and stay down there where you belong.”
Ok so I started work on a pirate foxboy!seapeekay/Eret fic when they were announced for the pirates smp and I completely stalled on it despite loving the idea (for context the smp has been gone for about 7 months now and impve still not made progress on it. Damnit)
Well if it isn’t the little fox thief.” Her voice was deep as she spoke, regarding him disdainfully. “Callum Knight.” He gasped in surprise and she smirked down at him. “What, you didn’t think I’d know your name? Of course I did, especially since your accomplice was so… loud.”
A shiver run up Callum’s spine and his mind raced, all kinds of scenarios running through his head of what had happened to him. He’d heard tales of what happened to people that wronged her, though he’d dismissed them as exaggerations but now…
She stood in front of him, then crouched down so she was closer to his eyeline. “Don’t worry, he’s not dead but he certainly won’t be doing anything that stupid again.” She smirked at him and Callum felt slightly relieved by that Toby was at least alive. “But now what should I do with you?”
To show that these aren’t all Seapeekay focussed here’s one without him. I started a serial killer Otto fic awhile back but again, got distracted, though I wanna get back to it so here’s the opening.
Awsten could still remember the first time that he’d found out about Otto’s activities.
He’d come back to the bus early, having forgotten to charge his phone and only realising it was nearly dead when he was exchanging numbers with a cute guy. He hadn’t known that anyone else had come back to the bus until he saw the lights were on when he entered. His natural curiosity (and yeah, nosiness) meant that he had to investigate, his phone temporarily forgotten.
He went back through the bus, keeping as quiet as possible until he was looking into the lounge area at the back of the bus. There was Otto and he was balls deep in some guy that was sprawled across thee table. From his position he could see that Otto’s hands were wrapped the unfamiliar guy’s throat, squeezing tightly.
And now back to Seapeekay, this is from the kinktober last year, 12 - costumes, where he becomes a foxboy which, again, I stalled on alas.
He groaned again and he felt… something go through his body and then things went dark.
He couldn’t have been unconscious for more than a few moments as when he blinked his eyes open he saw that everyone was gathered around him. There was a tall guy, someone in purple, someone dressed as a…. He couldn’t think of the word. They all looked a mix of confused and concerned as they looked at him and he wasn’t sure why.
That was until he looked down at his hands.
Lastly is again, another Seapeekay fic, which is a gun kink one. I pretty much speedrun a lot of it that day last year the fridge went down and then I just never really went back to it cause I stalled. If I ever get back to it I’ll need to do a major rewrite (cause one of the people in it’s Wilbur) but until then this is just some from the opening part.
When he was back in his hotel room he flopped down on the bed, grateful that he was in a single room. It had been hard to concentrate on the gameplay part of the event when the masked people that they’d hired were still walking around the room with their guns. Every time one came into his eyeline he found the blood rushing between his legs.
He’d considered excusing himself and going to the bathroom to deal with his problem but he didn’t want to be noticed or caught.
Now he was alone though, he was free to handle it.
Ok that’s enough for now, I could post more cause I have so many wips (unfortunately) but this seems like a good number and most of these are ones I wanna try and get back to in the near future. For now I wanna rest, watch stuff and maybe get back to the Maxx one.
dreamersdare is doing a thing where they post snippets of fic they’re working on and I thought it might be a good idea to do it too, both so they have someone else doing it and also in the hopes it encourages me to actually, you know, fic.So the idea is to post things you’d been working on that week but since I’ve not really done anything I’m just gonna post stuff from some of the WIPs of doom.
(It’s been hard cause I’ve really had to resist starting more cause I’ve had ideas but I don’t wanna add to the list)
I am hoping to work on stuff tonight but we’ll see.
First is gonna be the ‘current’ wips which I think/want to finish soonest. There’ll be about two (ish) paragraphs from each one)
First is the Ben Bruce Slam Dunk fic (which is a follow up to the one of him and Danny)
After leaving Danny to his fun Ben made his way over the bar, where he knew the rest of the band would be. Well, the most of the band anyway, bar Danny of course and Cameron as well. Paul got him a drink and Ben drank it while listening to them talk about their performance.
Except he wasn’t listening, not really.
He thought of how he’d left Danny in the dressing room, on his knees with his hands bound and a load of cum on his face.
Next is the other slam dunk fic, the second of the three Cameron/parx fics, this time Cameron/Otto (which is much more fleshed out and close to finishing). This bit isn’t with them but one of the Danny and Cameron battery bits instead.
“Cam I don’t think you have enough time to dom someone before we go onstage.”
“That’s rich coming from you.” Cameron snorted, rolling his eyes. “How many shows have we had to delay because you were on your knees or with your legs in the air?” Danny looked a little sheepish at that, no doubt remembering more than a few of them. He reached over, touching him on the arm, offering him a slight smile. “Don’t worry, it’s just some prep work, the real fun will come after the show.”
His eyes sparked with interest and he opened his mouth, no doubt about to ask who it was with or what he intended to do, but Cameron shushed him. “I’ll be pushed for time though, I might not be able to help you set up for your debauchery.” He pouted at that, but he was sure he’d manage to pester one of the others into sorting him out. “Just remember to be careful yeah?”
Next is a Maxx/Maxx fic, mostly cause I wanted to do something with twink and buff Maxx for… reasons. Again nothing explicit but this is also the one I hope to finish soonest
He set his tour bags down by the door, making his way up to his bedroom, wanting nothing more than to just flop on top of the sheets. When he entered his room he paused, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he’d had it the whole tour, his bright green hair still sometimes surprised him. He liked how different it was, how the whole aesthetic of Welcome To Elsewhere had meant they wore wild, bright colours and it had been fun to do something so different.
Right now he was wearing bright purple skinny jeans and a fishnet top that he’d grown fond of since first wearing it.
“You look like a whore.” The voice made him freeze in place. Partly that was because he should be alone, but it was also because it sounded like his own and he hadn’t spoken.
Next is another fic that’s very close to being done but I’ve just stalled on. It’s a Krowfang/Owen/Seapeekay fic that I started working on after locking down my Wilbur fics and getting inspired by the hypnosis of Your New Girlfriend. So this is the opening paragraphs.
Krow let out a soft sigh as it heard sounds from the other side of the wall, sounds that had become all too familiar at this point.
When it’s roommate, Owen, had first decided to date someone it had been happy for him. But then he’d bought him home and one thing led to another and…
At first it had been funny, especially the first time when they’d been red faced at Krow hearing them. Then it had become arousing, with Krow shamefully getting off to the sounds they made, picturing what they were doing as it did so.
Now though it was more annoying than arousing, mostly because, like now, they were so loud. But also Krow couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
Last of these ones is a fox!seapeekay/rat!Tubbo, inspired by the rats smp (though only loosely cause I didn’t watch much) in which rat!tubbo is sent to ‘acquire’ something from him and things go wrong.
Up or down.
For a moment he considered which would be the best way to go. If he was hiding something precious he would put it in the highest place he could get to, away from prying eyes and grasping hands. But would a fox have the same mindset? Would they consider height safer like he did or would they consider underground safer?
He decided to go for the tunnel that went underground, heading down beneath the tree. The tunnel curved down as it went deeper until he spotted a room branching off it. Again he stopped to peer into the room, though he also wrote this one off as it was clearly a kitchen. While food was precious to a rat like him he doubted a fox would consider leaving a key with his food. Besides he wasn’t sure what a fox would consider to be good food.
He carried on along the tunnel, which continued even further underground. He shivered slightly and he wasn’t sure if it was from the coldness or the general foreboding feeling of being below ground in the dark. Part of him hoped that he would find another room that he could easily dismiss so he could run back upstairs.
The tunnel stopped opening up into another room and he cautiously peered inside. He wrinkled his nose at the smell that came from within, though he couldn’t place what it was. He looked around the room, trying to work out what it’s function was. There was wooden table along one wall which was heavily stained, above there were some hooks while held knives of various sizes which made him feel slightly nervous. Along another wall there was something which looked like the trap that was used in the house to catch his fellow rats. It made him shudder seeing one, but he guessed that the fox was a collector of things which included things he found unpleasant.
And then he turned to the other wall and his eyes went wide in horror at what he saw.
Now there’s some of the other wips that I wanna finish, from the older document thing I was using that I really need to transfer over.
First is Wuant/Seapeekay which I started when Seapeekay said he’d go visit him (why hasn’t that happened yet??) and I really wanna get back to it now they’ve met (though I might do another thing with them at twitchcon first). I stalled on this cause I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen (I almost decided not to include the last paragraph but then u thought fuck it👀)
He looked to the door as he heard footsteps, then he saw the handle turn and the door opened revealing his host. He was dressed in black, a plain black tee with a leather jacket and matching trousers. He wore a smirk as he looked down at him, his dark eyes sparkling.
He looked Callum over before speaking. “Good, you know how to follow instructions.” He held up a strip of leather, which Callum instantly registered as a collar. “You know what happens once this goes on, yeah?”
Callum swallowed, knowing exactly what that meant, but nodded. “Yes sir.” He replied, keeping his voice soft.
“Good.” He approached him, crouching down and wrapping the collar around his throat, buckling it in place. “There much better, now I don’t need to speak your filthy language anymore.” He switched to his native tongue, speaking slower than he probably would with anyone else. Callum felt proud that his work on Duolingo had paid off enough that he could understand him, though he tried not to show it. The other man looked around the room, shaking his head. “We’re not doing anything here.” He clicked his fingers, smirking as he looked at him. “Follow me, and stay down there where you belong.”
Ok so I started work on a pirate foxboy!seapeekay/Eret fic when they were announced for the pirates smp and I completely stalled on it despite loving the idea (for context the smp has been gone for about 7 months now and impve still not made progress on it. Damnit)
Well if it isn’t the little fox thief.” Her voice was deep as she spoke, regarding him disdainfully. “Callum Knight.” He gasped in surprise and she smirked down at him. “What, you didn’t think I’d know your name? Of course I did, especially since your accomplice was so… loud.”
A shiver run up Callum’s spine and his mind raced, all kinds of scenarios running through his head of what had happened to him. He’d heard tales of what happened to people that wronged her, though he’d dismissed them as exaggerations but now…
She stood in front of him, then crouched down so she was closer to his eyeline. “Don’t worry, he’s not dead but he certainly won’t be doing anything that stupid again.” She smirked at him and Callum felt slightly relieved by that Toby was at least alive. “But now what should I do with you?”
To show that these aren’t all Seapeekay focussed here’s one without him. I started a serial killer Otto fic awhile back but again, got distracted, though I wanna get back to it so here’s the opening.
Awsten could still remember the first time that he’d found out about Otto’s activities.
He’d come back to the bus early, having forgotten to charge his phone and only realising it was nearly dead when he was exchanging numbers with a cute guy. He hadn’t known that anyone else had come back to the bus until he saw the lights were on when he entered. His natural curiosity (and yeah, nosiness) meant that he had to investigate, his phone temporarily forgotten.
He went back through the bus, keeping as quiet as possible until he was looking into the lounge area at the back of the bus. There was Otto and he was balls deep in some guy that was sprawled across thee table. From his position he could see that Otto’s hands were wrapped the unfamiliar guy’s throat, squeezing tightly.
And now back to Seapeekay, this is from the kinktober last year, 12 - costumes, where he becomes a foxboy which, again, I stalled on alas.
He groaned again and he felt… something go through his body and then things went dark.
He couldn’t have been unconscious for more than a few moments as when he blinked his eyes open he saw that everyone was gathered around him. There was a tall guy, someone in purple, someone dressed as a…. He couldn’t think of the word. They all looked a mix of confused and concerned as they looked at him and he wasn’t sure why.
That was until he looked down at his hands.
Lastly is again, another Seapeekay fic, which is a gun kink one. I pretty much speedrun a lot of it that day last year the fridge went down and then I just never really went back to it cause I stalled. If I ever get back to it I’ll need to do a major rewrite (cause one of the people in it’s Wilbur) but until then this is just some from the opening part.
When he was back in his hotel room he flopped down on the bed, grateful that he was in a single room. It had been hard to concentrate on the gameplay part of the event when the masked people that they’d hired were still walking around the room with their guns. Every time one came into his eyeline he found the blood rushing between his legs.
He’d considered excusing himself and going to the bathroom to deal with his problem but he didn’t want to be noticed or caught.
Now he was alone though, he was free to handle it.
Ok that’s enough for now, I could post more cause I have so many wips (unfortunately) but this seems like a good number and most of these are ones I wanna try and get back to in the near future. For now I wanna rest, watch stuff and maybe get back to the Maxx one.
