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Writing is still coming a bit slowly these days, but we're gonna feel good about it anyway!!! Got tagged by the lovely @eusuntgratie, @cha-melodius, @iboatedhere, @onthewaytosomewhere, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, @bigassbowlingballhead, @wordsofhoneydew, and @firenati0n between Sunday and today. Thanks to everyone for continuing to tag me in these even when I don't participate because I have all of five new usable words. 😘

Back on the grind with Porn Star AU today. We are getting into the meat of it (pun intended?)

“So you’re working with James Austen today,” the director prompted, “It’s been a while.” “A long while,” Alex said, folding one ankle over his knee and fiddling with his shoelaces. Five years to be exact. “I mean, he was the first guy I ever fucked.” The director raised a well-manicured eyebrow from behind her glasses. “The first? Really?” “On camera,” Alex clarified. The house they were in was nice. White walls and semi-sheer white curtains on the windows. A mattress soft enough that he could imagine curling up and taking a nap. It was a welcome change from some of the more…eccentric houses he’d filmed in over the years. At least this one didn’t have a couch retrofitted inside of a disused indoor fountain. “And you haven’t worked together since that first time, right?” Alex laughed, thinking of the ways they’d managed to avoid each other in the years before Henry’s retirement. Alex had been on set with him again exactly once, and even then their schedule had only overlapped by a measly thirty minutes. At Henry’s request, Alex had assumed at the time, though considering the fact that Henry hadn’t said no to <i>this</i>, now he wasn’t quite so sure. “Nope.”  “Any reason for that?” the director asked. “I’d think two big names like you would’ve been paired together more often.” Alex watched as the main camera op zoomed in on his face. Nora had said they wanted a story; he could play along. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, letting his face settle into a lazy grin. “Maybe you should ask him.” He imagined Henry sitting in the very same spot and squirming at the question, his cheeks going pleasantly pink. Alex wanted him ruffled and wrongfooted, the way Alex always seemed to end up in his presence. “So how are you feeling about seeing him again today?” she continued. “Nervous? Excited?” “I’m feeling good,” Alex said. And he was. He was going to fuck Henry’s brains out. Then he was going to get back to the regularly scheduled program of ignoring him at every function from now until the inevitable heat death of the universe. “Gotta show him that this bi guy has a few good tricks up his sleeve after all.” “Alright, well,” the director laughed. She gestured to one of the PAs who leapt to his feet and slipped out the door. “We’re gonna go get him. When you come back in, he’ll be waiting for you.”

I'm late to the game today, so open tag because I have certainly been beaten to the punch. Time to go read everyone's offerings. 🏃‍♀️

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IMPORTANT UPDATE

I changed my username long time ago but for anyone who is still in the dark: it’s StarlightXNightmare, I used to write for the JSE fandom a lot. I’m not dead. I just want to let people who are still interested in my writing know that I’m updating my tag system (because it crashed and burned real fast last time).

Just ask to be tagged in whatever interests you and I’ll take note.

Dead by Daylight

JSE egos

Original work (Fireproof, Hidden Horrors, Dreams of the Past, poetry)

Other(s) (RotG, Sanders Sides, FNaF, D:BH, Pokémon, Warriors, etc)

All

Feel free to shoot me an ask or a message with any triggers or ships you don’t want to see, so I don’t notify you with something you don’t like. Or if you’d like to cut out the middle man, my Ao3 and Quotev is StarlightXNightmare.

My shipping blog is @anarchist-puppet-on-strings and my horror blog is @obumbrate-wailing (warning: I don’t tag anything there other than characters).

I’ll reblog this a few times in case anyone misses it.

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Sunday Sentences

Sliding some sentences in today! Thanks to the tags from @eusuntgratie, @cha-melodius, and @onthewaytosomewhere 💋 I've been chugging along on my @aroyallybigbangrwrb porn star AU this weekend and we're getting into the meat of things. Unfortunately getting into the meat is reminding me how much sex choreo makes my brain hurt. SO today I started working on some of the social media interludes that will be scattered throughout this fic. Here is one such snippet of twitter doing twitter stuff. Technically tweets aren't sentences so you get more than seven.

Clubhouse Cuties @TheClubHouse They say you always remember your first… 👀😏 Let @JamesAustenOfficial & @GabrielLunaX show you why tomorrow in The Clubhouse. #CummingSoon |  ✨ur girly celine✨ @ccceline replying to @TheClubHouse How big of a knife do I need for the tension here JFC | louis 🏳️‍🌈 (he/him) @gayexxpectations replying to @TheClubHouse great 🙄another gay 4 pay dude just what we need…. | vee 🎨 (open for commissions) @valuecityvee replying to @gayexxpectations check your biphobia asshole | That Guy Todd (Miami 1/2–1/14) @TossingToddXXX replying to @TheClubHouse My crops are watered the sun is shining @JamesAustenOfficial is BACK BABYYYYYY | Phil @flipflop87 replying to @TheClubHouse 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 | matty @mistermattmo replying to @TheClubHouse i’m just a hole 🫡 Gabriel Luna 🤠 (he/him) @GabrielLunaX: watch me teach @JamesAustenOfficial a thing or two tomorrow on @TheClubHouse 😏🍆 James Austen 🇬🇧 @JamesAustenOfficial Pleased to support authentic sex with @TheClubHouse. Was good to work with @GabrielLunaX again. Check it out tomorrow. 📺 | Gabriel Luna 🤠 (he/him) @GabrielLunaX: replying to @JamesAustenOfficial just good?? | James Austen 🇬🇧 @JamesAustenOfficial replying to @GabrielLunaX Adequate. Okonjo Studios ❤️‍🔥 @OkonjoStudios Our fave contract boy @JamesAustenOfficial is on 🔥with @GabrielLunaX in @TheClubHouse. We are seated!

Also! While I greatly enjoy my husband's attempts to toss silly twitter names my way in service of this fic, I'd love to crowdsource some usernames/handles from folks for use throughout. If anyone here is down to send me a handle/display name idea via DM/ask, I would be very thankful. I promise they'll only be used for joyful screaming and not trolls. 😘 Open tag and a friendly no-pressure nudge to @firenati0n, @anincompletelist, @dumbpeachjuice, @inexplicablymine, @orchidscript, @bigassbowlingballhead, @sparklepocalypse, @hypnostheory.

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Thanks to @cha-melodius, @eusuntgratie, @bigassbowlingballhead, @wordsofhoneydew, and @iboatedhere for the tagsss 😘

I've been out of the house a lot this week and have consequently been writing a lot of stuff by typing "line of dialogue" and "rambly note of prose" rinse, repeat lately. So instead of some snappy sentences you get a series of direct messages (a direct follow up to this snippet of tweets I posted) sent between Henry (aka James Austen) and Alex in the Porn Star AU (in image form because why write more words when you can distract yourself making silly mockups.)

no pressure tag at: @sparklepocalypse, @firenati0n, @celeritas2997, @ninzied, @anincompletelist and anyone else who hasn't been tagged but wants to share <33

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So, this is a bit of a different vibe for WIP Wednesday today, because I've actually shelved this fic for now for a myriad of offline life reasons. Feeling a little tender about it, but I'm trying to be the kind of person who is good at knowing when to not push through just to say I pushed through, so that's where we are. That said, I wrote some bits and bobs last week before I made the decision and I quite liked them. Consider this an apology for this fic probably not getting finished until much later this year. Perhaps in the meantime I'll write some silly, short nonsense when the mood strikes. Thanks to @cha-melodius, @eusuntgratie, and @onthewaytosomewhere, and @iboatedhere for the recent tags (and anyone else who I may have missed over the past couple weeks) even though I've been MIA. Under a cut because this is solidly X-rated content from the Porn Star AU. 😘

Alex grumbles nonsense into the skin of Henry’s back, trying to decide whether to get up or succumb to the urge to let the bed swallow him whole before reluctantly rolling off the bed and going straight for the water bottles just out of frame. He uncaps one, tipping a bunch into his mouth. On the bed, Henry sprawls out on his back, his legs long and his dick hard and tempting against his stomach.

“C’mere,” Henry says, gesturing to his lap.

Alex goes without thought, sits between the spread of Henry’s knees and drinks his water, uncaring when some of it dribbles down his chin and chest and onto the sheets.

Henry lays a hand on Alex’s leg, pushing against the grain of the sweaty hair. “How would you feel about me finishing in your mouth?”

Alex chokes on his next sip, coughing indelicately. “Um,” he says, holding the bottle out for Henry to take. “Yeah. Good. Totally down.”

Henry holds his dick at the base, tilting it towards Alex like an offering and Alex scrambles to situate himself on his stomach between Henry’s thighs. He looks regal from this angle. Smugly pleased. Alex wonders, not for the first time, what it will take to make Henry lose a bit of that frustratingly posh charm.

He starts by exploring the skin of Henry’s inner thighs with his mouth, kissing and biting the delicate skin until Henry twitches beneath him. “Touch yourself,” he says, head pillowed on Henry’s leg. He doesn’t usually go for slow seduction, but the tease feels like a drug.

Henry—uncharacteristically—complies without a fight. He jerks himself, his knuckles brushing back and forth against Alex’s cheek with each pass, and Alex rewards his obedience by getting sloppy with it. His tongue on Henry’s fingers, his groin, the base of his dick. 

“Yeah?” he asks, as if he can’t already predict the answer from the way Henry’s hand speeds up; from the tense and release of his muscles under Alex’s tongue. 

It’s unfair how much Alex wants this right now. Wants Henry on him and in him. This infuriating, confusing, gorgeous man. Fuck, Theo was so fucking wrong about this. Now Alex just has a whole host of other problems to go with the annoying fucking problem that is Henry Fox.

Instead of following that thought to its illogical conclusion, Alex gets an arm under one of Henry’s legs and slings it over his shoulder. Runs his hand down Henry’s flank until he’s pressing fingers against Henry’s hole. 

“Fuck, that’s—” Henry gasps, really stripping himself in earnest. God, Alex is into it. “Open your mouth.”

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Got tagged by @anincompletelist, @cha-melodius, @eusuntgratie, and @magicandarchery today—thanks friends 😘 We're back with more porn star AU because I've realized while writing this fic that I actually really enjoy writing dialogue now? I think it might just be the firstprince effect, because they're so snarky and fun and I can't resist, but I'm not looking this gift horse in the mouth!

“Vodka Soda, please,” the man said in a round, syrupy voice that Alex would know anywhere. Fuck.  He turned his body toward Henry and crossed his arms. “Watching your figure?” “Funny,” Henry said, brushing non-existent lint from his pants. His eyes dragged up and down the length of Alex’s body as if assessing him. Probably looking for something to pick at, Alex thought uncharitably. “Are you drinking or just loitering?” Theo, the blessed gem that he was, set a glass near Alex’s empty hand. Alex made sure to not break eye contact with Henry as he took a sip. Alex: 1, His Royal Pompousness: 0 “Pretty wild set up for a dinner party,” he said, gesturing around the room—the throngs of people dancing, the twinkling lights spiraling around banisters, the ice sculpture. “I would’ve preferred something a bit more lowkey, but—” Henry laughed. It was—regretfully, Alex thought—a good laugh, which Alex would admit to exactly no one. “You know Pez. He loves a good spectacle.” “Especially for his favorite boy toy, I’m sure,” Alex said. “Gotta make sure all the people haven’t forgotten about the Prince of Gay Porn.” Henry rolled his eyes. “I am certain you did not come to my party just to insult me” “Maybe you shouldn’t have invited me.” Fucking Nora. Alex had been foolish to think there was any chance of avoiding the interaction. Henry’s irritating presence had been following Alex around for years before he fucked off out of LA. Awards shows, parties, networking events. Time and space had clearly done little to lessen the fire that raged inside of Alex’s stomach at the sight of him.

open tag for anyone who wants to play (please tag me if you do, I love to peep at everyone's snippets.) 👀 no pressure tagging some folks who may not have already done this today: @bigassbowlingballhead, @nocoastposts, @sparklepocalypse, @hypnostheory, @orchidscript, @iboatedhere, @firenati0n, @anchoredarchangel

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Today's WIP Wednesday brought to you by me not writing what I'm supposed to be writing. Thanks to @bigassbowlingballhead, @cha-melodius, @iboatedhere, @onthewaytosomewhere, @violetbaudelaire-quagmire, and @eusuntgratie for the tags. 💋

Literally told @eusuntgratie I wasn't going to write this fic twenty four hours ago (lol) and then I spent my entire shower today imagining how it would play out, so like—oops I guess!!!! Have some sentences from a silly, goofy AU where they both work at a mall in the late 00s and Alex is a shirtless Abercrombie greeter. Inspired by one of my favorite bits of Nick lore. 😉

Henry has a sack lunch, a dog-eared copy of Persuasion, and a blessed half-hour of free time in which to enjoy them. A whole half-hour until he reports back to shift manager Carol and gets relegated to sorting cds or novelty bookmarks or sweeping the reading room for the remains of his shift.  The problem is that the food court is clear at the opposite end of this godforsaken complex. Henry has yet to get his bearings on the layout. Frankly he’s unsure that he ever will. American shopping malls are, in his opinion, a place where proper architectural decision making comes to die. So he dodges the pushy sales girls in front of Bath & Body Works, skids past the cellular phone kiosks and the Piercing Pagoda with its line of nervous tweens. He’s about to turn in search of the escalator when he sees perhaps the most attractive guy he’s had the pleasure of laying his eyes on since he stepped foot in this ridiculous state. Maybe ever. He’s reasonably tall. Muscular. Creamy brown skin and a mess of dark, looping curls on his head and smiling an absolutely lethal smile at whoever he’s speaking to. The kind that would get Henry out of his itchy trousers and on his knees in five seconds or less. Not to mention he’s bloody shirtless.

Open tag today because it's already nearly Thursday where I am!

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Tagged by the always lovely @eusuntgratie 😘 I've been plodding away for the past few weeks on my fic for @aroyallybigbangrwrb and now that we've officially been matched I can finally share a bit of it.

In this universe, Alex and Henry are ⭐️ Porn Stars ⭐️ because I've always wanted to write a silly porn AU. Please pray for me and my search history. Completed story coming in May or June!

If she said anything else, Alex didn’t hear it. All he could hear was one name, over and over again in Mina’s smokey voice: James Austen—otherwise known as Henry Fox. The sharp thorn in the tender crack of Alex’s freshly waxed ass. Henry was a porn industry darling. With his tall, athletic body and his meticulously kept blonde hair and his sinfully pink mouth. The crown prince of gay porn, some podcast host had called him once. Or he had been, that is, until he’d announced a dramatic retirement from the industry and fucked off to god knows where. Probably some remote village in England filled entirely with self-righteous, wealthy snobs. Alex had almost succeeded in forgetting about him over the past few years. So much for that. “Fuck yeah,” Diego groaned, his head thunking back against the wall of mirrors. “When I say I’ve never been blown so spectacularly—” Nora reached across Alex’s frozen body and smacked Diego’s cheek, laughing. “Shut the fuck up, you pig.” “C’mon!” Diego protested. “I’m serious! Alex can back me up on this, can’t you buddy?” Alex would love to be able to say that he didn’t know just how good Henry was in bed. That he’d never thumbed across the man’s spit-slicked cupid's bow and then come (embarrassingly quickly) all over his waiting tongue under the harsh glare of studio lights. “Sure,” he hedged. “Pity he’s such an entitled asshole, I guess.”

Open tag for anyone who wants to share, but also no pressure tagging @firenati0n, @sparklepocalypse, @hypnostheory, @anincompletelist, @orchidscript, @nocoastposts