By The Time You Notice This Notice Is Not Worth Noticing
Item the First: I am obnoxiously behind on replying to comments. I don't usually let myself get this far behind because I think it's really important to tell you guys I really appreciate your time. Suffice to say I will catch up by the end up of the week, and for now a blanket THANK YOU for all the kind words on my rebb, it really does mean a lot to me. <3
Item the Second: Yeah so I said I was taking a break once I finished rebb and remix. Instead I stressed myself into a rut over the weekend because I was a)tired out a bit after writing 10k in less than a week between my rebb and my remix b)couldn't make the bb bendy update work and thus felt even more worn out and guilty (even though I think it's not working BECAUSE I am kind of tired out). So I have been trying more to just relax and tell myself it's okay if bb bendy waits a little longer while I just write little fun things and play without the weight of 17k of UST that I am about to try to break hanging over my head. HENCE, MICROFICS. These are from Twitter.
EAMES IS A MMA FIGHTER MICROFICS:
For visual inspiration:
Eames is still breathing hard,sweat dripping into his eyes as he starts to unwind the tape from his hands.
"No," Arthur says, crawling backwards up the bed and watching the way Eames's slick muscles shift in the low light. "Leave it on."
*
"Did you see me get that kimura hold off?" Eames gasps against Arthur's throat, biting at the tendon.
"Fuck no. I was thinking about how fucking bad I wanted to lick the sweat off your nipples."
Eames leans back, broad chest looming over Arthur. "Do it then," he says.
WoW FIC MICROFICS, MOSTLY PORN:
Contrary to server gossip, Arthur isn't a tyrannical raid leader. He doesn't mind some goofing off or sledging or the occasional rick roll on vent. He does however draw the line at Eames grunting like tanking a raid boss is an intense game of tennis. It's just not good for his DPS, or the levels of his mastubatory lotion supply.
*
"We're uh. Going to have to cut tonight's raid short." Arthur tries not to pant into the mic,even though Eames's tongue is sliding up his inner thigh.
"Ugh, we're not going to get a full raid in again until they're done with the honeymoon period, are we?"
"Not unless you can tank like Eames."
"The only one better than me at a good tank n' spank is Arthur," Eames says into the mic as he shoves the laptop shut.
*
Arthur bites down on Eames's nipple, hard.
"Careful there," Eames growls. "The raid tank needs to be in perfect shape for tomorrow night."
Arthur glares up at him and licks his lips. "A good raid tank can handle being ridden like a Brewfest ram."
*
"Remember when we used to raid -all- night?" Eames says afterwards, pulling Arthur into his lap.
Arthur snorts, but picks up Eames' hand and sucks on his fingertips for a second anyway. "Remember when you weren't getting laid?"
"Touche."
Here's a porny snippet I did write for funsies the other day. It's not Hufflepuff Arthur, not exactly, but... well, read it, I think you'll all see the resemblance.
"I want you to touch me," Arthur gasps, arching his back and twisting his own fingers deeper.
"I know."
"I want your come in my ass." Arthur rocks his hips down. His fingers are slick, sure, but he knows Eames's come would be even better. Just the thought of it makes him groan, twisting further to try and fuck himself deeper, harder, closer to what Eames's cock would be like pounding into him. "I want you to come in me, finger me afterwards. Tell me... fuck, tell me how wet I am."
"God, Arthur, I can see how wet you are from here anyway. You're such a gorgeous mess."
Arthur opens his eyes. Eames hasn't moved for the last twenty minutes, still sitting at the foot of the bed, lip caught between his teeth as he stares.
He wants to say something but all that comes out is a breathless moan, and then Eames is talking again.
"That's it. Tilt your wrist down a little more, Arthur. Spread your fingers."
Arthur does as he's told. As if he could do anything else when that voice purrs filthy things at him. He spreads his fingers wide, breathing through the burn.
"I'd fuck you now, if I could," Eames says, and Arthur's too far gone to even notice the thread of melancholy undercutting his accent. "I'd kiss your thighs and push your legs wide open, maybe tease you a bit, just rub my cock against your hole without pushing in, until you begged for it."
Arthur's cock jerks. "I'd beg." He spreads his legs wider for Eames, quickens his pace as the tense quiver in his stomach muscles gets stronger.
"Beg for me now," Eames tells him.
It's cruel, because no amount of begging will make Eames fucking him actually possible. But Arthur does it anyway, every word catching in his throat like a bone. "Please. Please fuck me, fuck, I just... I need you inside me, please Eames, please..."
He comes on the plea, every muscle tense and desperate and wishing it were Eames's come spurting warm and wet inside him instead of his own splashing his belly.
When Arthur finally opens his eyes again Eames is still watching him, silent. Then he stands up, drifting closer, brushing a cool, breezy hand over Arthur's forehead.
"I wish I could, Arthur," he says, softly. "You don't even know how much I wish I could."
Arthur pulls his hand out from between his legs, ignoring his aching wrist and the empty feeling inside. "I know."
This post is getting long and I think I have forgotten what the actual point of it was. Oh well, gifs and fic are totally decent reasons for a post anyway. Anyway this is what writing is like for me right now:
And I just want to spam lots of gifs and write lots of quick silly fun things to, yknow. HAVE FUN. So in that vein (and I am almost done I promise), this meme:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
Except scratch having to repost and scratch ten, just throw stuff at me and I will reply with fic, whether it be one sentence or a drabble or whatever. I'll write Arthur/Eames obvs, but feel free to test me out with other stuff too. Or just share gifs and don't make me write, that's cool too. Like this:
OKAY I AM DONE.
ETA: NOT QUITE. I also wanted to discuss this Dune AU I am writing for we_reflamingos for help_japan. It came out of random 3am twitter rambling, and while I know the general canon/verse/the fremen pretty well, I am wracking my brain trying to come up with what Eames would have been on Arrakis for before he ends up in the desert. Is from one of the Houses? What kind of jobs in the Dune verse would suit him? It is like a tiny bit of story at the start of the AU but I am still like herpderp. Also, we just need to discuss Arthur as a Fremen teaching Eames to knifefight and shit, because it is awesome as fuck.
Item the Second: Yeah so I said I was taking a break once I finished rebb and remix. Instead I stressed myself into a rut over the weekend because I was a)tired out a bit after writing 10k in less than a week between my rebb and my remix b)couldn't make the bb bendy update work and thus felt even more worn out and guilty (even though I think it's not working BECAUSE I am kind of tired out). So I have been trying more to just relax and tell myself it's okay if bb bendy waits a little longer while I just write little fun things and play without the weight of 17k of UST that I am about to try to break hanging over my head. HENCE, MICROFICS. These are from Twitter.
EAMES IS A MMA FIGHTER MICROFICS:
For visual inspiration:
Eames is still breathing hard,sweat dripping into his eyes as he starts to unwind the tape from his hands.
"No," Arthur says, crawling backwards up the bed and watching the way Eames's slick muscles shift in the low light. "Leave it on."
*
"Did you see me get that kimura hold off?" Eames gasps against Arthur's throat, biting at the tendon.
"Fuck no. I was thinking about how fucking bad I wanted to lick the sweat off your nipples."
Eames leans back, broad chest looming over Arthur. "Do it then," he says.
WoW FIC MICROFICS, MOSTLY PORN:
Contrary to server gossip, Arthur isn't a tyrannical raid leader. He doesn't mind some goofing off or sledging or the occasional rick roll on vent. He does however draw the line at Eames grunting like tanking a raid boss is an intense game of tennis. It's just not good for his DPS, or the levels of his mastubatory lotion supply.
*
"We're uh. Going to have to cut tonight's raid short." Arthur tries not to pant into the mic,even though Eames's tongue is sliding up his inner thigh.
"Ugh, we're not going to get a full raid in again until they're done with the honeymoon period, are we?"
"Not unless you can tank like Eames."
"The only one better than me at a good tank n' spank is Arthur," Eames says into the mic as he shoves the laptop shut.
*
Arthur bites down on Eames's nipple, hard.
"Careful there," Eames growls. "The raid tank needs to be in perfect shape for tomorrow night."
Arthur glares up at him and licks his lips. "A good raid tank can handle being ridden like a Brewfest ram."
*
"Remember when we used to raid -all- night?" Eames says afterwards, pulling Arthur into his lap.
Arthur snorts, but picks up Eames' hand and sucks on his fingertips for a second anyway. "Remember when you weren't getting laid?"
"Touche."
Here's a porny snippet I did write for funsies the other day. It's not Hufflepuff Arthur, not exactly, but... well, read it, I think you'll all see the resemblance.
"I want you to touch me," Arthur gasps, arching his back and twisting his own fingers deeper.
"I know."
"I want your come in my ass." Arthur rocks his hips down. His fingers are slick, sure, but he knows Eames's come would be even better. Just the thought of it makes him groan, twisting further to try and fuck himself deeper, harder, closer to what Eames's cock would be like pounding into him. "I want you to come in me, finger me afterwards. Tell me... fuck, tell me how wet I am."
"God, Arthur, I can see how wet you are from here anyway. You're such a gorgeous mess."
Arthur opens his eyes. Eames hasn't moved for the last twenty minutes, still sitting at the foot of the bed, lip caught between his teeth as he stares.
He wants to say something but all that comes out is a breathless moan, and then Eames is talking again.
"That's it. Tilt your wrist down a little more, Arthur. Spread your fingers."
Arthur does as he's told. As if he could do anything else when that voice purrs filthy things at him. He spreads his fingers wide, breathing through the burn.
"I'd fuck you now, if I could," Eames says, and Arthur's too far gone to even notice the thread of melancholy undercutting his accent. "I'd kiss your thighs and push your legs wide open, maybe tease you a bit, just rub my cock against your hole without pushing in, until you begged for it."
Arthur's cock jerks. "I'd beg." He spreads his legs wider for Eames, quickens his pace as the tense quiver in his stomach muscles gets stronger.
"Beg for me now," Eames tells him.
It's cruel, because no amount of begging will make Eames fucking him actually possible. But Arthur does it anyway, every word catching in his throat like a bone. "Please. Please fuck me, fuck, I just... I need you inside me, please Eames, please..."
He comes on the plea, every muscle tense and desperate and wishing it were Eames's come spurting warm and wet inside him instead of his own splashing his belly.
When Arthur finally opens his eyes again Eames is still watching him, silent. Then he stands up, drifting closer, brushing a cool, breezy hand over Arthur's forehead.
"I wish I could, Arthur," he says, softly. "You don't even know how much I wish I could."
Arthur pulls his hand out from between his legs, ignoring his aching wrist and the empty feeling inside. "I know."
This post is getting long and I think I have forgotten what the actual point of it was. Oh well, gifs and fic are totally decent reasons for a post anyway. Anyway this is what writing is like for me right now:
And I just want to spam lots of gifs and write lots of quick silly fun things to, yknow. HAVE FUN. So in that vein (and I am almost done I promise), this meme:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
Except scratch having to repost and scratch ten, just throw stuff at me and I will reply with fic, whether it be one sentence or a drabble or whatever. I'll write Arthur/Eames obvs, but feel free to test me out with other stuff too. Or just share gifs and don't make me write, that's cool too. Like this:
OKAY I AM DONE.
ETA: NOT QUITE. I also wanted to discuss this Dune AU I am writing for we_reflamingos for help_japan. It came out of random 3am twitter rambling, and while I know the general canon/verse/the fremen pretty well, I am wracking my brain trying to come up with what Eames would have been on Arrakis for before he ends up in the desert. Is from one of the Houses? What kind of jobs in the Dune verse would suit him? It is like a tiny bit of story at the start of the AU but I am still like herpderp. Also, we just need to discuss Arthur as a Fremen teaching Eames to knifefight and shit, because it is awesome as fuck.