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mellioops · 19 days
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Drew a scene from @masque-of-plague’s amazing scarian fic Supercritical for their birthday :D
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mitchellpete · 7 months
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Kinktober Day 8 - Size
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pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader
cw: size kink, first time (fucking for the first time, not virginity loss), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise
word count: 1586
kinktober masterlist here.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
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You’ve never seen Ice like this.
Unguarded, loose, intoxicated.
You’re sprawled out on the bed in your dim lit bedroom. You’re not meant to be bound or anything, but your knuckles are white from gripping the headboard, bracing yourself as Ice spreads your legs. 
The warm, glowy lamp on your bedside table illuminates the better part of his face; his lips are puffy and wet from kissing you, and there’s an eagerness in his pale eyes. Almost amorous, like he’s in a trance just from looking down at you.
It ignites something in you, a spark in your lower abdomen as his eyes rake over your lower half.
Ice slips his shirt off, tosses it to your floor and then works the button on his jeans. You let go of the headboard momentarily, just to sit up and slip your top off too, and Ice keeps his eyes on you as you both remove the last of your clothes. 
Your arms naturally reach up to grip the headboard again, breath getting heavy in anticipation for what it is he plans to do with you. 
It’s your first time actually having sex with him. You’d messed around for weeks, sure. His eager hand down your pants, yours squeezing at his bulge over his pants under the table at the O Club, making out in a bathroom stall to the point of dishevelment, but not sex. Not yet. 
Ice nearly looks like he’s salivating, his lips shiny. Reasonably, because his next move is leaning forward and letting his spit drip down onto your cunt. You flinch as it lands directly on your clit, and then moan quietly when his long fingers reach in to smear it across. Your body loosens at his touch, but your legs twitch with every swipe of his fingers. 
“Ice,” you whine, hips involuntarily rolling towards him, aching for more contact. 
It seems that just the pads of his fingers are enough to get you squirming against your sheets. He watches with concentration as they knead at your folds, spreading you open and letting more of his spit drip down onto your slit. It mixes with your growing arousal, and it starts sounding wet as he rubs you.
Ice doesn’t take his eyes off his fingers, how long they look against you. He removes them momentarily, slips them through his other hand for a second to mindlessly analyze their size, and then looks back at your leaking cunt. His eyes flick to you, watches as you watch him, the look on your face when he presses his middle finger against your hole. It slips inside easily, your walls fluttering around it, eliciting a high pitched moan from you at the entry. You’re so turned on that you immediately need more.
“I–Ice, more,” you plead, trying your best to stay still for him. 
He pulls his drenched finger out, inserts his index along with it, and watches intently as they enter you all the way to the knuckle. It’s then that he curls them slightly, and you gasp and groan loudly at how good it feels.
“I need you to fuck me,” you babble under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure courses through your body.
He seems to catch it, though, his breathing getting heavier at your audible request. He continues prodding at your G-spot, knuckles drenched and against your clit until he pulls them back just enough to slip in a third finger. “Bare with me, baby,” he whispers, mouth agape as he pants, watching your pussy stretch around his digits.
Your moans get higher in pitch, sounding more like cries as he stretches you open. “P–please.. Ice.”
“I need to stretch you—just a little more, baby,” he husks, lidded eyes momentarily flicking over to you.
You throw your head back against the pillow and shake it back and forth as you continue crying out for him. “Please, I need you now—” A strangled noise comes out of you when his fingers curl deeper. You continue babbling, “Don’t wanna cum like this, I want you to fuck me.”
Ice groans and draws his fingers out, bringing them up to wipe on his tongue. He uses the slick on his hands to wrap around his cock, and it’s only then that you lift your head to get a good look at it. Your breath audibly catches in your throat at the sight of it, hard and throbbing and incredibly large in his fist. 
You knew he had to be big, had felt him from outside his pants but Christ, you realize now why he was taking his time opening you up.
On his knees, Ice settles between your legs as he languidly strokes himself. He looks dazed as he leans in to rub the tip through your folds, and then decides that he needs a better angle. He’s quite literally towering over you, and he needs you even closer. Better for him, having your small frame wrapped around him. It’s enough just seeing you underneath him, but having you close, getting to touch you, seeing how big his hand looks against your torso, he’s almost afraid he’s not gonna last very long.
Snaking an arm underneath your waist, he pulls you up against his thighs, your legs inadvertently wrapping around his waist. You’re still death gripping the headboard, holding onto it for dear life as you brace yourself for the seemingly bigger stretch.
Ice’s eyebrows pull tight together when the tip pushes in just an inch inside of you. His mouth hangs open in a silent moan, sharp exhales spilling instead.
The tip itself has you seeing stars, and you unintentionally arch your back, allowing him inside of you another inch. Ice groans out, loud and hot, and then bites on the plush of his bottom lip. Attentive eyes fall down to the sight of his throbbing cock splitting you open—fuck—way more than his fingers did, and it’s almost dizzying. 
He speaks then, breaking free from his speechless daze, “How does it feel?” he asks, serious but strained. “Tell me.”
You cry out as he slowly slides inside. “Fuck fuck fuck. So good.”
“Yeah?” His voice is soft; he sounds out of breath.
“So fucking good,” you reiterate, legs tensing around his waist as he pushes in more and more.
Fuck. You feel so deliciously full already, stuffed to the brim, and he’s still pushing in, watching ardently as every inch disappears inside of you. 
He leans forward to hover above you when he’s buried inside you all the way, the veins in his throat throbbing as your tight walls constrict around him, squeezing him so good, like nothing else before. “F–fuck,” he moans through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut, relishing in your warmth. 
Your body feels slack as he envelops you, buzzing the way a limb does after it falls asleep on you. A sort of uncomfortable pleasure. 
You’ve never felt this full in your life. 
When he starts to move, you have to let go of the headboard and clasp a hand over your mouth to trap your screams. You can feel him in your stomach, the tip of his dick tapping against a part inside you that you’ve never even felt before. It evokes a hollow feeling inside you, like he’s reached something forbidden. It’s a different kind of pleasure, one that feels like a scratch you can’t get rid of no matter how much you itch at it. It licks up your body and paints your face crimson, heat in your cheeks when the sharp noises of his hips slamming against yours fill the room. 
“Oh, God,” he moans against your ear. “Oh, fuck—so tight.”
You whimper at his words, at the pretty noises he makes. 
“Look at you,” he breathes, moans slipping out between his words. “Taking all of it. Fuck.”
“Ice..” There’s a warning to your voice; you’re gonna cum soon if he continues talking. 
Strong hands wrap around your ribs, and he angles his hips to thrust into you harder, deeper. It takes everything in you not to let go; you know he’s close too with how fucking drunk on it he looks, his face flushed and contorted beautifully. 
He reaches his peak when he opens his eyes and glances down at your bodies, at the stark difference in them, at how fucking big he looks pounding into you. You cum with him; loud, uncontrollable cries meeting with his long, raspy groans.
Ice bows his head to kiss you, regretful that he hadn’t yet. He tastes just as sweet as he looks, quiet moans still spilling into each other’s mouths as the glow washes over you. He doesn’t pull out, in fact remains buried inside you to the hilt as he lazily works his mouth and tongue against yours.
He kind of wants to stay inside you forever, comfortable and snug there. He feels your body growing sensitive, however, your legs sputtering and your hips slightly pulling back, and it’s then that he pulls out. You whimper against his lips at the emptiness, your core left drenched and pulsing. You realize how sore your arms feel from grabbing onto the headboard, so you bring them down and over his shoulders, yanking him down atop your exhausted body.
Oh, he’s heavy, you realize. Right.
Basking in the glow together, Ice smiles, letting you breathe when he snakes his arms underneath you again to flip you over, settling you against his wide chest, arms enveloping your frame.
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ashanimus · 1 year
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Vee and Hunter had not started off on a very good foot.
He had recognized her immediately and done his best to avoid her. She had pretended that she didn't know who he was and that had been just fine with him. They had spent weeks like that, tip-toeing around the truth like it didn't exist, until one of them had finally flinched.
Fanart for the always incredible @polyhexian's fic Empty Water Heater!
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merakiui · 6 months
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as much as i love the loser virgin trio, nothing can compare to ✨ him ✨
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astrobei · 1 year
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take a little moment (find the right words)
“Wow,” Will breathes out, just on this edge of teasing. “You sound very confident about this.” “Well,” Mike shrugs, swallowing hard in a desperate attempt to soothe his very, very dry mouth, “I don’t know why someone wouldn’t be interested in you.” “Oh?” Will says, and it’s definitely teasing now, enough for Mike to feel himself turning warm, all down his neck and to the tips of his own – sadly unpatterned – socks. “Someone?” “Yeah.” Mike nods. Oh, god. This is fine. “In a very arbitrary sense of the word. Just– people. Someone.”
Mike is approximately ninety-eight percent sure that his feelings are requited. That last two percent, however, has really been throwing him for a loop.
for @wiseatom <3
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marimbles · 7 months
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at the risk of sounding like really entitled….
does anyone else have a fic that is their most popular, but you don’t want it to be, because you don’t think it deserves it, and you have better stuff, and while ofc you are grateful that people like something you wrote, it’s almost annoying that for some reason That one is the most popular. lmao
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compacflt · 6 months
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wip wednesday: the final wip wednesday :’)
bonus:
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So it turns out that today, the 26th of February, is actually the second anniversary of when I posted the first chapter of i will take it all in one breath (and hold it down), my first Hilda fic and the first multichap I’ve ever finished, lol. I just wanted to draw something for it because I can’t believe it’s been two years since I got into this fandom?? Wow 
reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art
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eggcats · 10 days
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not related to anything but it's a bit annoying when people INSIST that the only reason a lot of radioapple has bottom lucifer is bc he's shorter, when (at least for me) it's because of the POWER DIFFERENCE
like, don't get me wrong, im fine with bottom alastor, but I still prefer bottom lucifer bc then that means when he's being held down/tied up/etc he WANTS it. he could escape at any time this is a choice he's actively making
(not that it's not the same with a lot of top lucifer, but personally, I prefer the more powerful partner to be the bottom)
it's for the same reason that I tend to see husk as the top for radiohusk. and he's ALSO shorter than alastor, so....
and then for radiodust I don't care either way, bc usually in radiodust angel is the more experienced partner so regardless of which position he takes he's still in control, in some way
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ask-ursa-tonypeter · 3 months
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[fic: ynyd] Peter, if it wasn't Tony, who would you have been most comfortable being with for the whole Westcott thing? Tony, same question?
Peter: Oh, that's-- really weird to think about? I don't know, for the Avengers I guess other than Tony I knew Bruce the best at that point, but that would-- I mean-- no.
I guess-- Natasha? We weren't close then, but she's really good at keeping her cool; I don't think it would've felt as, like... humiliating... as with the others. Outside the team, I guess, like, Happy? Because I trust him? Ugh, I don't want to think about it.
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Tony: I hope you know that's a fucked up question.
But Rhodey, easy.
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pastelsandpining · 10 months
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now that’s some doggone trouble
a commissioned sketch for @embyrinitalics’ absolutely HILARIOUS fic, Replaced <3 it was such a pleasure to read and an even higher honor to get to sketch this utter mess of a man and his Rival TM. thank you so much!!😭😭😭
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redrobin-detective · 1 year
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So while I was raking leaves today I was thinking that as much as Bakugou bullying Izuku and later redeeming himself is an integral part of canon, it could be improved upon. I’ve always been a fan of AUs where Bakugou is exactly the same personality wise but he stayed friends with Izuku and is his biggest supporter.
Basically baby Katsuki looked between his best friend in the whole wide world who just got diagnosed as quirkless and the prejudices of society and took Izuku’s side. And because this boy doesn’t do anything by halves he is so ride or die. Izuku trains his mind and body, he and Katsuki hang out constantly and make plans for their future agency, they spar together until they’re both formidable fighters. You can obviously insert canon in here which would be the same only Izuku a) starts out buff b) has a bit more confidence/self worth and c) All Might has to deal with an angry Pomeranian barking at him not to hurt Izuku 24/7. Aizawa clocks them as the class’s disaster duo within 5 seconds of meeting them and he’s not wrong but he underestimates the trouble they can get into.
Me, being me, I was playing with it today in my quirkless verse. They both get into Yuuei, Bakugou in Heroics and Izuku in Gen Ed. Katsuki would be hissing and sneering at his classmates for “stealing Deku’s spot” and it’s annoying but also kind of cute. They hear a lot about this Deku person, he’s tactically brilliant and a dirty fighter and doesn’t need a quirk to pound Katsuki into the ground. They’re shaking, imaging like a 7′ demonic beast. Only one day, the door to 1-A opens and its this sweet boy with curls and freckles and the friendliest smile like “Kacchan, you left your school books at my house again :)” And they collectively lose their shit that THIS is Deku. Then they watch him and Bakugou spar and its like, oh okay then, I am Afraid again.
Anyway, point being, I still think we could have had a compelling, interesting story if Bakugou was still his kind of douchey self but at the same time was Izuku’s best friend and biggest hype man.
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illiana-mystery · 3 months
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Oh look, it's Wednesday again...
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revvethasmythh · 1 year
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okay because I'm thinking about it, but veth's voice cracking when she tells caleb that when this is all over they'll have to say goodbye is sending me into crisis. like, veth brenatto, eternally at a crossroads, pulled in two directions and wishing she could split herself in two to be who everyone needs and wherever they need her at once. looking at this man, whom she had said she loves many, many times, who is the only one other than her husband to make her feel like that, wanting so so deeply to be with him (and the nein, but he's always the first of the nein, to her) and she knows, at the end of the day, that the choice is going to be her son, it is always going to be her son. but her voice still cracks, because she still wants, and maybe in another world it would be different. and he holds her and says "I love you" and she says "I will always love you" because it's true. even when she's gone, the love's not going anywhere, which is a curse and much as it's a gift, and he says "thank you, I'm sorry, thank you"
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llumimoon · 4 months
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So fun fact. I followed you a few months ago and for months I’ve had this nagging itch that I already knew you(r account) and couldn’t place it and it’s been driving me INSANE. But I just saw your post about voltron and I like…blacked out for a second as it all came together.
You used to be an active reader of my old voltron fanfic and came into my asks on my old account to talk about it & aus and stuff! This is so funny—we’ve come full circle. You were a follower of my silly Voltron aus, and now I’m a follower of your D&Dads aus! Small world haha. 💖🌎
THIS IS SO WILD . OHHH MY GOD I LOST MY SHIT WHEN I GOT THIS EIEBEFWUAGAHAHAHA
I haven't been into Voltron for AGES!! so this was definitely a trip I had to think really hard on who this could possibly be.
IT REALLY IS A SMALL WORLD OMG !!!
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rocksalt-and-pie · 1 year
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@ the three other girlies in the fandom who don't hate Ketch and appreciate him for being THAT bitch (hot bastard sexy evil milfman representation and one of the funniest bitches on the show) who are just like me starving for content, weep no more. I have just the fic for the four of us.
This is a Dean/Ketch fic taking place during episode 13.18 Bring 'em Back Alive, in which Dean and Ketch travel to apocalypse world and the entire episode is basically already a hurt/comfort enemies to foxhole buddies fantasy as it is. But there is a gap between scenes that needed to be filled!
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