Hello again my friends, and welcome to my latest long-format story. This one is gonna be a bit different. It is very very VERY AU, so just go with it as it's set in a fictional world and time. It hopefully goes without saying that this is 1000% fiction and anything here about real people is just a story and doesn't ne...
He wants to suck Scott into his mouth so badly, wants to satisfy the craving brought on by Scott's musky scent with the taste of his skin and his come, but it's not about what he wants. This is about what Scott wants, and Scott doesn't want him to taste.
It's moving day and Mitch is in charge of all the arrangements. He's a little stressed about it.
Scomiche one shots. Will range from cute and fluffy to hella smutty (more of the latter). I take/prefer requests! Update: there is a LOT of smut in this book and I'm not going to go through the trouble of marking them all private so proceed with caution!
This was originally posted on AO3 on New Year's Eve 2015. fictionalcandie's notes: All blame for the conception of this fic goes to duvalu. All I did was write, uh, a few words to go with it. Everybody shout out to her for doing real actual writing for the first time in years, though!! So proud of her. ♥ duvalu's note...
Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side...
A collection of mature oneshots inspired by pics or tweets or my own random brain, mostly Scomiche. And a reminder that just because a story or scene is mature, doesn't mean it's devoid of characterization, development, or value. Pretty new cover by Ehcimocs
Mitch takes a much-needed break from family time at Christmas to go clubbing and hopefully find a hot hookup. He wakes up the next morning with no regrets, save one.
A Scömìche romance ---- "So why then?" Scott asks quietly. "Why what?" Mitch replies, frowning, the question seemingly out of context. "Why aren't we together?" ---- An unashamedly fluffy story with a big ol' whack of smut and a smidge of angst for good measure. This originally started as a one-shot; Clarity. Shout...
"Police! Open up!" I yell, banging again. I steel myself as this time I hear the locks click-clunk and see the door pull back slowly to reveal a half-naked blond bear of a man, who fucking towers over me. He's standing, blocking the doorway, with a frying pan in one hand and an aerosol can in the other. His face is fl...
