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moodandmist · 2 years
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✨✨WIP WEDNESDAY✨✨
*Imagine you're seeing a really fancy header up there 👆 like you all have...totally gonna get around to that someday*
Thank you so much for the tags my beautiful, amazing friends. @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @kherub @cutestkilla @johnwgrey @confused-bi-queer @takitalks @martsonmars @urban-sith @facewithoutheart @dragoneggo @ivelovedhimthroughworse
(MY LOVES, THIS IS A BOOK of a post and I'm sorry...but I only wrangle my brain well enough to post every 8th posting day it seems so...Anyway, don't feel obligated to engage if this is too long for you!! Seriously.)
Hi, I'm always so late on this stuff...It's midnight, my brain hurts. I just freaking love you all so much, I'm gonna be very honest... I'm beating my head into the ground trying to find a part of this to share...
I've been struggling with being able to get anything out the past month or 2...or ? and then this week I sat down and poured almost 6k into a new WIP very quickly...but looking over it, I mean...it's VERY first draft...it's feelings vomit, you know?
Also...do you make playlists for your fics? I always write to music and I'm *very* sensitive to the specific vibe of a song..so when I find a song for my playlist...it goes to a very specific area of the fic and then I can't listen to anything but that song when I'm writing/reworking that part...so cue me listening to the same sad ass feelings song on REPEAT for hours on end...days on end...um, weeks on end? 😂 I'm sure this is very healthy functioning.
I'm just not gonna overthink this (hahaha, too late) and share this part of this new wip. under the cut for length...and suggestive-ish content??
**here's your sad ass feelings song for this excerpt. Oh, man, I'm IN IT. **
I know normally we try not to give away too much plot, but life is short and I could use support trying to get this done before it all ends. 🙄 This is an AU at the moment, but anything can change. Have you ever heard that to not feel alone after heartbreak you should sleep in the middle of the bed...instead of having an empty side??
I'll tell ya, Baz worked hard to get himself to a place in life where he felt strong and self-sufficient. He'd built up a lot of walls, to keep safe (including sleeping in the middle of the bed, no falling in love), to not be vulnerable again in a way that really decimated him when he was younger. Baz is visiting his family in the countryside...ENTER SIMON...who is slowly obliterating all of Baz's self preservation and Baz freaks the hell out and runs away basically, back to his home in London...memories follow him.
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BAZ
When I get in, I put the kettle on, looking out the window over the city. 
London is home—this is home—where I belong. I have a life…
I walk through to the bedroom and drop my bags. All is quiet. Empty. Cold.
I stand at the foot of the bed—hands in my pockets—taking in the sight of the taut sheets, the single stack of pillows in the middle…
“This can be my side.”
“What?”
“This is my side, yeah?”
“That’s not your side, there are no sides….this is a single person's bed. There’s just the middle. My bed. My middle.”
“All right,” he pulled me down to the bed.
“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” He made me laugh in spite of myself.
“Come on, we can both fit in the middle, look,” his limbs flung over me.
“You’re an absolute nightmare. You’re never invited here again.”
“Gonna feel awfully empty without me here.”
“By empty do you mean comfortable? Do you mean reasonably sized for a grown man who is accustomed to sleeping alone? In his bed. Meant for one.”
“I mean, Baz,” he hovered over me on all fours, “awfully empty,” he kissed my neck—
“As in, awfully,” —my chest,  
“bloody” —my ribs, 
“boring”—into the crease of my hip. His eyes found mine for a moment. 
My hands moved through his hair until my breath fell from parted lips, body arching at his touch. His endless warmth.
So utterly empty.
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Jesus, I kind of hope no one actually read all this...I should go to bed.
who can I possibly assault with this nonsense who hasn't posted yet? @aristocratic-otter Pati gets that late-night posting too 😆 @frjsti @creepyspice @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @gekkoinapeartree @mrskrementz ?? Engage or don't , see ya next time?
I don't know. Let's sleep on it. Maybe it will all make more sense tomorrow.
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time-woods · 7 months
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simon doodle in honor of fionna and cake dropping, sad old men gotta b my favorite species tbh
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yooo-lets-go · 4 months
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Opinions on Phillip Graves?
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Wtf is a kilometer???
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bluehatted · 6 months
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Ride Never Taken
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7roaches · 5 months
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sorry that took like an hour i stopped to eat dinner heres my idea
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wombywoo · 5 months
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just checking...
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stoopidstapler · 8 months
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
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teeleif · 4 months
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Old and finally content with his life Simon sketch pile
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groguspicklejar · 5 months
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Simon brain-rot took over🥴 +18 smut incoming
it is a universally known fact that "just the tip" is a troupe that goes to Soap. but what if you're begging Simon for just the tip when you've ran out of condoms and you're not on birth control but you're so fucking horny it hurts :(
and he might roll his eyes and grumble something along the lines of "needy brat" but deep down, he wants to throw all caution to the wind because he's got a breeding kink that has never been allowed to see the light of day until now.
with eyes so heated as they land on you, he slowly backs you until you fall on the bed and he crawls on top of you. he slips a hand under your skirt to find two things. one, no panties. and two-
"you're fucking soaked, luv." it's impossible not to moan as his fingers card through you wet folds. "want my cock that bad?"
you nod vigorously and bite your lip when he undoes his belt. he doesn't even fully take his pants off, just shucks them far enough down his thighs so his cock can sprint free while he spreads your legs wider to accommodate his hips.
but oh, you don't need much prep. you're already so wet that it makes his fingers prune when he teases you and makes you whine and beg for more. so he obliges you.
gives you more just like you ask. the tip of his cock, swollen and flushed and leaky, nudges your entrance while he thumbs your needy little clit. he throws his head back, groaning loudly while you mewl and squirm under him, rocking your hips to get more of him inside you.
he presses a hand on your stomach to stop you from moving too much or he's gonna blow his load too soon. "stay still, love."
but you don't. you're pawing at his arms, his stomach, begging him to come a little closer to you..
"stop squirming." he barely registers your legs wrapping around him, ankles locking at his back, pulling him. his cock sinks deeper inside your cunt, he catches the sight of your lip trapped between your teeth. "getting desperate, are we?"
he gives a shallow thrust that draws a high-pitched moan from you. you're so needy today, it makes him all soft inside because he's never one to deny you what you want. not when what you want is him. knowing that, knowing that you get off from him, that he's the only man who can get you like this, it gives him some sort of a power trip on the inside.
"want me to fuck you that bad? is that it?" you nod, glassy-eyed. "fine." he pries your legs off of him and pins them to your chest, slowly pulling his cock out until only the tip stayed. "have it your way."
a sharp cry punches out of you at the first snap of his hips. he's so deep, he's kissing your cervix. that delicious stretch makes your eyes roll back.
he keeps his thrust sharp and direct, groaning at how wet you are, you're practically creaming his cock until there's a white ring at the base of him. "fuckin' hell, begging for it like the needy little thing you are."
your trembling hands grasp onto something, his arms, nails digging in and denting his skin the way his fingers do to your thighs. a testament to the ache in your bones, the sheer longing your souls have for each other.
it's filthy. depraved. fucking messy. no condom. he can see it in your eyes just as you see it in his. there's no going back from this. no better feeling than this. no barrier to prevent the feeling of his bare cock sliding in and out of your cunt raw for the first time. it makes you both lose control.
'just the tip' has long since been tossed out the window and forgotten as he fucks you with full intent, sinking his shaft right down to the hilt. every precaution drowned in the depths of the ocean floor as your voice calls out his name in shaky moans until your cunt starts to tighten and you arch your back when the pleasure spikes, toes curling as the words in your mouth muddle.
"fuck, fuck-" Simon closes his eyes because it's so fucking erotic watching you cum. but he can't escape it, your pussy milks every bit of him, coaxing the roar in his ears to drown every thought he's had of pulling out.
he wants to maintain some semblance of control. one of you has to be rational about this. but no amount of reasoning will ever be as good as fucking you without protection.
the lewd sounds become louder and louder the more he grabs your hips and ruts wildly into you until your orgasm melts into another one, until it triggers his own. his hiss cuts through the air when his hips stutter as tries to pull out, but it's already too late. your cunt's too hot and too tight to let him go anywhere far and his hips draw back in and out while his cum spirts out before he can even think about it.
his long drawn "fuck" echoes through the room when he gives up, falling victim to the pleasure, letting his cum flood your pussy.
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duplicarto · 5 months
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(golbaby au) naming time
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bluegiragi · 4 months
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cockatrice (part 2)
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werewolf lore drop ahead!!
although werewolves are classified as a shifter-type monster (same as Horangi or the cockatrice) they're actually unique in a hidden way. Horangi is a hybrid whose lineology originates from the first pureblood haetaes, which had zero human in them. In comparison, werewolves originated AS a human-wolf monster, which results in an interesting relationship between the human and shifted 'full-wolf' form.
While Horangi is the same in his human and haetae form, Soap juggles two souls in one body - one belonging to human side, and the other to his wolf. They are both still implicitly him - the souls run parallel with one another throughout his life - but being a werewolf is very much like maintaining a life-long partnership. Soap and his wolf are a great example of a success story, but some werewolves have difficult relationships with their wolf, resulting in only transforming during full moons when they have to.
In some ways, Soap is perfect in the military's eyes as he has a strong connection with his wolf, and happens to come from a long line of larger-than-average specimens (even though he doesn't care too much about his genealogy, preferring to call himself a mongrel breed). In other ways, he's also a nightmare, because his wolf exemplifies the worst in his rebellious streak, featuring recklessness, fickleness towards authority and an extremely low tolerance for boredom.
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mindie-arts · 6 months
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𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕..🫢
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mokeonn · 11 months
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I am trying to decide what I want to draw today so I think I'm gonna make the Mane 6 in the sims and see where it goes from there
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yooo-lets-go · 1 month
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Now that i think abt it. Does ghost know abt the Ghostbusters groupchat. Does he know he's being mocked everyday.
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I don’t think he minds
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qiinamii · 6 months
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crown swap
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theartistichuman · 8 months
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LOVE failed chosen ones. Chosen ones who failed and chosen ones who aren’t special and never were and chosen ones by chance and chosen ones by a choice not their own and chosen ones who succeeded at what cost
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