Are we supposed to believe that Kim Dokja never, never wrote fanfiction? My guy, the only reader of this novel that he loves and it means so much to the point it's his whole life but can't talk to anyone about it I mean after he stopped visiting his mom in prison, wouldn't self-indulge a little? I know he has some wip, he thinks suck, somewhere, maybe even a halfway fic laying around
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MacCready: Alright, if I was an animal, what animal do you think I would be? SERIOUS ANSWERS ONLY!
Curie: A rooster!
Piper: A rat.
Danse: A… A rat.
Hancock: A rat.
Cait: A rat!
Deacon: He'd be a rat.
Valentine: MacCready, you're a rat.
MacCready: I think I would be a wolf... I think so too.
MacCready: I would be a wolf-lion hybrid mix - King of the Junjle- UH Junjle, but still social and with it and ferocious~!
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pjo rare pairs 2023: family/ hurt/comfort
@them-awesome-rarepairs
QPR Cecil Markowitz Lou Ellen Blackstone
Lou Ellen and Cecil were on chores duty for their cabins. It had been a month since the Second Titan War ended, a month since Lou Ellen came back home. The two sat awkwardly on washing machines. It was different and the same all at once, they both could tell that much.
"Hey Lou," Cecil broke the silence, "why did you leave?"
"Promise you won't tell anyone, not even Will."
"Pinky promise."
...
Lou Ellen had her face buried in Cecil's shoulder. They were both crying now. Lou's blue hair was gone and it was back to it's original black color. She hadn't felt this free in years, not even when it was just her and Al. Cecil was rubbing her back and she wrapped her arms around him. They stayed like that for a while. The laundry could wait.
Lou Ellen and Cecil are platonic soulmates and I will die on this hill! Lou Ellen and Alabaster left camp when Luke did leaving behind a broken hearted best friend. Lou left because she thought it was the best way to help her family, at least that's what Alabaster said. Cecil was crushed, his best friend was gone. They wouldn't speak in those years. During those years Lou realized her mistake but it was too late. When she came back they had a lot of catching up to do.
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Lovely
I need to write more cheelie smut, don't I? 🖤
Part of the open-mouthed and on your knees fic collection!
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"You look lovely like this." Charles's voice was a soft purr at the nape of St. Cecilia's neck, his lips brushing sensitive skin as he spoke. She tasted of sweat and cigarette smoke and the cologne she'd stolen from him.
Breathless, she glanced over her shoulder, snagging Charles's lust-darkened hazel eyes with her own golden ones. She asked, her voice soft and gentler than it got for anyone else, "Like what?"
Keeping his pace steady, Charles pressed his hips forward, smiling to himself when she gave a strangled little moan in response. "Begging."
Beneath him, her wrists bound by his tie, St. Cecilia whimpered. The sound sent a bolt of want shooting down Charles's spine. As if to cover up for such an embarrassing noise, she spat, "If I'm so lovely, fuck me properly."
He never felt as powerful as he did with her shivering beneath him, but he gave her what she wanted. He had a bad habit of giving in; No wonder she was so spoiled. He found it cuter than he probably should have. Even with her smart mouth, though, she was thoroughly his. She could have anyone she wanted, and she could sure as hell dominate them, but she chose to prostrate herself for him. Sliding his hands down along her sides, Charles pressed his fingertips into the soft skin between the ridges of ribs, feeling her pulse racing against him.
She gave a guttural hiss in response, pushing her hips back to meet his, squeezing around him in an attempt to get him to quicken his pace. She was on her knees, her chest pressed flat to the bed, her wrists tied to the pretty brass bed frame, yet she somehow thought she could take control. Her arrogance earned her nothing more than a slap on the ass, a new hand print blooming red over a faded one.
Though she quivered hot and wet around him, Charles held out. His thrusts came hard and deep, but they stayed slow. St. Cecilia was an impatient little thing, though, and she was soon bucking her hips back against him, panting over her shoulder, "Charlie, come on."
They'd both waited long enough, hadn't they? Charles obliged, pressing a kiss to the back of St. Cecilia's neck before he pulled back, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he rutted against her.
Barely restraining a keening moan, St. Cecilia pressed her forehead to the pillow, bright eyes squeezing shut. Her voice low and soft, she breathed, "Don't stop."
But he did, asking, "Excuse me?"
A huff of desperate, sardonic laughter, and St. Cecilia hissed, "Don't stop, sir."
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Genshin and Gintama crossover and it's just Sougo and Lumine complaining about their idiot gingers.
It starts from "red hair, blue eyes" goes to "like food; chaotic af" and it escalates from there
Sougo: China's a mountain gorilla with inhuman strength.
Lumine: *smirks* Heh, mine can turn into a monster twice my size.
(Sougo is a bit intrigued ngl)
Sougo: We spar constantly.
Lumine: We spar weekly.
Sougo: Tsk.
(Now he's envious)
They keep going and Sougo's somehow tempted to spar with her too.
Meanwhile Kagura is wolfing up all the food Childe cooked while she complains about his stupid brother
Childe: *big brother mode: ACTIVATED*
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