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tojisun · 2 months

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the way you wrote simon “my cock is too big it won’t fit” riley was jaw dropping, eye-rolling, and heavenly!!!

I’m imagining Simon who finally puts it in and is even more desperate than reader (cue male whimpering audio)

awww thank u so much!! i had such intense need that i bonked my head n went, “yup. this is the horny thought for the day” <333

oh but he was always soooooo desperate, even more so than the reader!! especially before they finally fucked!!!

thinking about the way he fucks his fist every night after your date ends :((

while you were at your home, stuffing your hole with your fingers (and toys, really—your eyes having devoured the chub underneath simon’s pants every time you two would sit close together, snuggled as you watched a movie, before rushing home and putting in on an order for toys because god do you need one. or four…), simon was locked in his room, messily fisting his cock.

there is too much lube, and it is staining his boxers and his pants because he was too horny to even strip properly. he bites down his moans, hesitant to let them out even when he is alone at his safe house, his eyes pressed close as he imagines the way he'll take you: on your knees while he pinches your nipples, flicking the buds with the blunt ends of his nails, or on your back with your legs folded to your chest because there is no way in hell that simon's not going to breed you.

it's that thought that always makes him cum, rumbled groans pouring out like rippling water.

“jesus,” he murmurs as he stares at his cum-stained palm, mind running at the way you clenched-and-unclenched your legs during dinner—something, he notes, was happening more often. “this is torture.”

(simon has always known how you look good in your own desperation, ragged in the way you stare up at him with furrowed eyes and lips jutted into a pout, but there was something different then. it was charged. primal. and simon realized how the ache must have peaked for you.

good, simon thought. i need you just as much.)

he slid two fingers in your twitching hole, relishing in your stuttered moans at the ease of their plunge. the wet squelch made his cock jump, thumping against his thigh, but he wasn’t done.

it wasn’t enough.

(simon has had countless partners before you, just like you had others before him.

you told him of the dissatisfaction, how cocks only ever breached your walls for the pleasure of the body it was attached to and never for your own. you told him of your elation that bubbled into sputtering disappointment because they never knew how to coax an orgasm from you with just their cock. you told him of the accidental orgasms, those that they cannot recreate because it wasn’t intended. sure, you told him of their wonderful fingers or mouths, of their robust laps you were grinding on during those days when sex is more foreplay than the penetration, but it wasn’t what you ached for.

you told him all of this, in return, simon told you the others who could never really fit him. the others who tried but they were never really interested in the preparation. the others who could only take half of his length, hissing when an inch slides in even when it shouldn’t.

“impatient,” simon murmured when you asked why his ex-partners couldn’t fit him.

“and they don’t have that…” he trailed off, tongue heavy in his mouth.

“they don’t have what?” you prodded, blinking at him all so darlingly, your blood buzzed with alcohol.

“they don’t have that masochistic streak,” simon replied, voice gentle. testing.

your only reaction was a quiet gasp, heavy eyes widening a fraction as the words settled in. he watched as you began fidgeting, throat bobbing at your dry swallow.

that was all simon needed to know you are made for him—soul and body.)

the moment your greedy hole managed to gobble all of his four fingers was when simon knew you were ready. he flicked his eyes away from your dripping slit and watched as you laid on the bed twitching, your eyes red from your tears, your skin dotted with sweat.

you looked like a beautiful, hot mess and simon was ready to engulf you whole.

simon slots himself between your legs, fist warm around his flushed cock. your glazed eyes focus on him, watching with open-mouthed gasps, and simon coos, unable to stop himself.

“ready f’r me, pup?” he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your sensitive sex.

it makes you keen, hips squirming, mussing up the already soiled sheets. simon chuckles, heat filling his cheeks, and taps it once, twice, three more times before finally lining the leaking head of his cock against your twitching hole.

the slow press in makes you two moan, bodies locking at the explosion of ecstasy that fills up your senses. overwhelming pleasure quickly razes through him, overtaking his sanity as the wet squeeze of your walls grips him deliciously.

he buckles, muscles liquifying, and the dizzying euphoria makes him stumble. he slips, his cock sliding in deeper, breaching further—

simon whimpers, unable to stop himself as unadulterated bliss grips him. he couldn’t help it: he sinks all of himself in you, your walls not even protesting as they swallowed him in, hungry in the way you are all filled up by him.

“si-!” he hears your delirious squeal, the rumble of your voice scratching into a ragged echo, and simon—

simon gurgles a response.

his mind has been zapped by the peaking high, rendering him unable to string coherent thoughts as all of his synapses sing nothing but the enveloping pleasure, running him on overdrive.

simon feels like he is being devoured. like he is stripped into nothing but his sensitive spots.

“t-too good,” he mewls. “pup, s’too good–”

#anon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon and his big dick galore 🥰#ask #suns #I YELLED OMG SORRY THIS IS FILTHY

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valve-ports · 6 months

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Spikes with see-through parts you can see filling up with hydraulic fluid/transfluid as they pressurize/approach climax.

Spikes that expand and contract in pulses from the base to the tip in increasingly rapid pace as the bot is getting closer to an overload.

Spikes that adjust their shape to hit all the right spots in partner's valve to maximize pleasure.

#valveplug #I may use some of these in the next smut I write if I'm not a coward #I need to write unapologetically filthy smut without plot #just valveplug galore #I might... over holiday season...

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mxngldmxdnsss · 1 year

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Love Galore - Recom Lyle Wainfleet

reader is a recom just not a solider like the others!! also Mansk isn’t like totally stone cold in this

pairing - recom lyle wainfleet x recom! afab! reader

cw! alcohol consumption, semi hate sex, spanking, slight dom/sub (?), sexual use of Corporal

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

You knew the entire Recom team didn’t see why they needed to bring you along on missions, but out of all of them, the most irritated by your presence was Corporal Wainfleet.

It was a shame he was so apprehensive when it came to you, you thought. He wasn’t your ideal type but he wasn’t the worst looking when it came to all of the other options you had.

But it was a fantasy you’d never share with anyone, not even your closest friends. How could you admit to someone what you thought of him? Hell, you couldn’t even put into words what it was that made you want the stupid marine.

Maybe it was power he held as Corporal. Or rather the power that he held naturally. Like Colonel Quaritch, Wainfleet was someone you felt, emanated a dangerous sense of prowess.

Perhaps it was one of those things, but you didn’t fear or respect him like you should’ve if it was. As your superior, you should’ve at least an ounce of high regard for Lyle. But how could you when he acted as foolish as he did.

But maybe that was it. Maybe your anger towards him had changed. What had been hatred at first, turned into pent up sexual frustration towards Lyle. Even for yourself, it was hard fact to accept. That you had so much rage towards Lyle, that it turned you on.

You bit your lip at the thought, remembering yesterday’s events. The afternoon before was full of unrelenting bitching from the Corporal, who was assigned the task of taking you out into to the forest to collect samples for your research.

At first you were as equally annoyed as Wainfleett that he had to accompany you, but he was more capable than his other colleagues when it came to keeping an eye on you. After all every one of fellow marines knew about his fairly obvious attraction towards you. Everyone knew but you.

So when asked by one of the other scientists, the soldiers all volunteered Lyle to escort you. Leaving you both to fantasize the Corporal pinning you against the forest floor and fucking you senseless. It was a desperate scenario for the both of you, fueled only by your constant arguing and attitudes towards one another.

You both left the forest with needs unfulfilled as you hastily parted ways to quickly get off before you two pounced on each other, not knowing if the other felt the same way.

It was almost too much at times. Not knowing if you should advance on the feelings you had or keep quiet until you two eventually gave in and slept with someone you didn’t want.

The nervousness was surprising for Lyle, he was a seasoned soldier, trained to be confident in both combat and society. So why couldn’t he muster up the balls to finally make a move, even if it was a shitty one.

The Corporal often found himself confused and frustrated by his feelings. He should only be angered by you, with your stupid degree that came from your human. You acted like you were better than him, like you knew things about himself that he didn’t.

It pissed Lyle off, even now when he thought about it. Letting his anger get the best of him, he turned to the booze provided by a recent shipment.

Sitting in the cafeteria styled break room of the Recom unit, Lyle guzzled down drink after drink, thanking his Na’vi body for providing a tolerance to the now weak human alcohol. He’d never imagined himself in a situation like this, drinking over someone he could crush so easily.

Feeling his mind drift from anger to lust, Lyle stood from his seat, not wanting to be caught by someone as his shorts tightened with a hard on. Quickly, Lyle left the room and began to make his way down the hall towards his room.

Before he could make it past Brown’s room, he slowed, watching as your door opened. Lyle felt something flutter in his belly but shook it off as the beer and continued down the hall.

He was going to ignore you as he walked past but stopped when Mansk exited your room. He could tell you two were laughing about something, but he didn’t care what.

All Lyle could feel, was jealousy. What the hell was Mansk doing in your room and why were you two so happy. He could feel his heart begin to pound and his ears began ringing, adrenaline coursing through his body.

Ignoring Mansk as he dipped his head in respect for his superior, Lyle moved to stand before you, breathing labored as he struggled to catch his breath. He could tell you were becoming irritated, not knowing why Lyle was just standing there, his eyebrows knit and ears pinned back.

By the time Lyle’s ears had stopped ringing, he could tell you’d been trying to question him, with your mouth agape and arms crossed.

“What do you want Wainfleet, you’re creeping me out.” Lyle felt his knees weaken to the sound of your voice. He wanted to shut you up, keep your insults quiet as he made you whimper and moan his name.

The thoughts plagued his mind even more when you stepped forward, readying another insult to throw at him. Without thinking, Lyle grabbed you by your arm, shoving you back into your room as he slammed the door behind him.

He’d officially pissed you off now, forgetting about the fun time you and Mansk had cracking jokes while you fixed something of his.

You quickly steadied yourself and looked towards Lyle, his expression stern and he stepped towards you. “What the hell was Mansk doing in here?” Lyle’s voice was low and breathless as envy for Mansk seeped into his entire being.

If you weren’t so surprised by Lyle’s outburst, you would have found yourself becoming more and more aroused by his tone. Not paying attention, you found yourself becoming cornered by Lyle, his eyes narrowed as his ears perked up to the sound of your voice.

“What?” You voice was meek, but not with fear for Lyle, fear for allowing him to read just how much you were enjoying what he was doing. Bringing himself to a full stop, Lyle leaned forward, his tail swishing behind him in excitement.

Feeling your heart drop you looked away Lyle, knowing full well that he had heard in your voice, the want you were hiding. Lyle wanted to jump for joy as he peered down to find you squeezing your thighs together, hoping to get off right then and there.

Looking up at you, Lyle swallowed dryly when he found that you were already looking at him, eyes half lidded as you let out a needy sigh. In an instant you two were on each other, lips colliding in a desperate kiss and you both grabbed and groped whatever flesh was available.

Stumbling forward, you allowed Lyle to press you against your bed, wanting him to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Pulling away, you watched as Lyle quickly tore his shorts down, precum staining the front of his tight boxers.

Before you could make a snide remark about Lyle being that hard for you, he flipped you onto your stomach and shoved your hips forward. Grabbing your waist, Lyle pinned you against the bed as he used his other hand to drop your bottoms, sucking in a breath when he’d seen that you hadn’t worn any underwear under them.

“Don’t tell me you were planning on doing this for Mansk?” Lyle grinned hearing you whine a ‘no’ in response. Wanting to tease you further, Lyle shifted his arm and spanked your cunt from behind, chuckling when you slightly from the impact. Moving your head, you looked back at Lyle, shivering when he looked at you.

Smirking, Lyle opened his mouth so he could tease you again. “Yeah? Then who’d you do this for?” Bucking your hips, you looked away shyly before reluctantly answering him, knowing better than to not. “For you, Corporal.”

Satisfied with your answer, Lyle pressed his leaking tip to your fluttering hole, Lyle leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back as you scrambled to grab onto something. Moving to grab your hips once again, Lyle pressed his hips against yours, grip tightening when he heard you gasp as your cunt began to envelop his cock.

Barely halfway in, Lyle moved his hips back, completing pulling out before pushing back in. You mewled as this time, Lyle pushed in entirely, letting you clench around him for a moment before pulling out again.

Then Lyle suddenly slammed back into you, completely bottoming out as you struggled to catch the breath that had been forced out of you.

You whimpered, feeling Lyle roughly forced your hips back against his, wanting to get as deep as he could. Hearing you moan from the foreign feeling of his tip squishing against your womb, Lyle groaned, wanting to give in to his body and cum before he even got started with you.

Lyle rocked his hips forward before beginning to pull out again. You whimpered at the loss of feeling so full and tried to push back, hoping to encourage Lyle to push back inside of you.

Immediately, Lyle reached back to spank your cunt, coaxing a soft whine from your throat. “You gonna stop movin’ now?” Lyle questioned, needing you to be obedient for him.

Defeated, you mustered up your voice and quietly said ‘yes’. But Lyle wasn’t pleased, instead he opted to you another quick slap to the pussy. “Yes what?” Lyle wasn’t planning to drag it further than this but it was so tempting. You were all his now and he was gonna make sure you knew it.

You gripped the sheets tighter, knowing exactly what Lyle wanted to hear you say. “Yes, Corporal.” Lyle quickly rewarded you by roughly pressing his cock into you. You moaned softly before bucking your hips backwards, wanting Lyle to ravage you like you wanted.

Taking the obvious hint, Lyle began to slowly thrust into you, pushing his cock deep inside before pulling out again. You couldn’t take it anymore and turned your head to beg Lyle to speed up. Immediately, Lyle quickened his pace, his grip on your hips tight as he roughly shoved himself inside of you over and over again.

Moaning, you let go of the sheets beneath you and folded your arm up, weakly grabbing the back of Lyle’s neck. Feeling you try to steady yourself, Lyle slowed his pace, letting you rock forward from his still rough thrusts. Once you were ready, Lyle sped up, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm approach.

Not paying attention until felt you suddenly tense beneath him. Lyle had literary struck gold, quickly angling his hips in order to stimulate your g-spot. He didn’t even bother to correct you when frantic moans left your mouth, accompanied by a frenzied swarm of ‘Lyle, oh Lyle’’s.

You felt Lyle sloppily stuff himself deep inside of you and begin to rut against you. The feeling was bliss as Lyle reached down to rub his thumb against your clit. You felt the weight in your stomach give way and a sense of euphoria wash over you as you clenched tight around Lyle’s cock and came. Not a moment afterwards, Lyle forced himself forward, pressing your hips as far against the bed as they could go as his cock twitched inside, painting your walls white.

You both continued to shudder against each other, your pussy still fluttering around Lyle as you milked him. Finally Lyle released your hips and relaxed on top of you, allowing you to rest for a little while as you caught your breath. Silently you moved lifted your hand from Lyle’s neck and cupped his cheek blindly.

Turning your head to look at him, watching as Lyle leaned into your touch. Before you could smile to yourself you remembered just the position you were in and pinched Lyle’s cheek with a frown. Annoyed, he looked at you, not wanting to open his mouth to question you.

“Don’t fall asleep like this.” You chuckled watching Lyle huff as he begrudgingly moved to stand and pull out of you. Grumbling under his breath, Lyle lifted your bottom half up and onto the bed, silently telling you to move over before climbing into bed beside you and pulling the covers over you two.

Before you could find a way to tease Lyle, he threw his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, effectively shutting you up as sleep and Lyle took over your brain.

taglist - @nin3kyuu @the-blue-alien-simp

#spotify #avatar 2 #avatar movie #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet #Lyle Wainfleet smut #sza #love galore

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twofortea · 5 months

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For the ask game: "Chidori Dick"???

LOL it's exactly what it sounds like lmao. Kakashi/Sakura one-shot. Tags include: crack, smut, multiple orgasms, Rokudaddy, inappropriate use of jutsu. I honestly have this one 70% done and just need that final push to finish it but here is a lil snippet.

“Close your eyes for a second.” She played along, expecting him to surprise her with a new toy, or perhaps that leather bondage outfit they’d been eyeing in the store. The last thing she expected was the high-pitched chirping of birds.

Thank you for the ask <3

#asks answered #wip name game #crack #crack and smut #wips galore #chidori dick #kakashi #kakasaku #spill the tea

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athenasparrow · 11 months

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A microfic series inspired by @jilymicrofics July Prompt List. All the times they touched...

Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Five | Beginning

Prompt: bitter Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know.

Lily has one priority and it’s not her charms essay that’s due on Friday (although perhaps it should be) nor the unfinished Prefect scheduling that had devolved into a hurtful mess hours ago. Nope . It’s to get over James Potter. It won’t be easy to stop glancing at him from behind her curtain of red hair (he’s so gorgeous); to ignore to the pull of his laugh (it’s low and happy in a carefree sort of way that Lily’s never been able to feel); to stop her feet from travelling across the room (his magnetic field is a little too strong). It won’t be easy, but like the many challenges Lily Evans has faced in her life, she meets it with the determination of a marathon runner in their final hundred metres. She will cross the finish line, and when she does, James Potter will be nothing more than dead and gone and buried.

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Lily’s mission is short-lived; hours later it’s up in flames and her self-control is turning to ashes. She’s over him. But no matter how many times she repeats this stern mantra to herself, the smile he sends her in Transfiguration leaves her breathless (he’s so gorgeous, just look at his face). Her day seems to float by; she can’t remember eating breakfast or walking to and from class; it’s just James’ smile, his laugh, his forearms until suddenly it’s all of him.

He smells like the fresh pine in the Forbidden Forest, the sweet smell of broom polish and the posh smell of some muggle cologne that Sirius bought him that Lily knows costs more than a fair few gallons. His scent surrounds her and consumes her, his lips are harsh against hers and suddenly Lily can’t think of a single reason why she should be over James Potter. He’s so bad, but he does it so well.

“Why are you kissing me?” She gasps.

“I’m sorry, I just had to,” James murmurs, hot breath against her face. Lily’s not sure why James has suddenly been overcome with the urge to press her against the corridor wall after class and snog the living daylights out of her. Even though she’s one hundred percent over James Potter, it’s a simple moment of weakness and she says yes.

“Do you want to do it again?” Lily breathes leadingly. Her mind conveniently forgets to remind her he’s a bad idea.

It seems he does. His lips are fierce as he kisses her (faster than the wind, passionate as sin), before sucking every few inches along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. His tongue is hot on her skin (and lingers like a tattooed kiss) as he pulls a moan from her – deep and unfamiliar – before he sucks harder where her neck becomes her shoulder and her low moan climbs in tandem with the buzzing in her veins.

“Merlin Lily,” he breaths, soothing the spot he’d nipped moments earlier as his hands slip under her robes, thumbs brushing nipples to peaks before he’s brushing the edge of her knickers – the bastard knows he’s teasing – as Lily tries to trap his hand because she’s aching for more. His fingers are too nimble to be trapped, so she slips her hand down to fumble with the button of his trousers. If she’s on fire, he’ll be made of ashes too.

The flames of his touch are hot and Lily burns , but it’s still not enough. The firm traces of his fingers fade to ghosts of touch and it’s not enough. Lily tries to reach for him, but she can’t find his hand, suddenly she’s falling and falling until she heaves a deep breath in. She’s in her dorm – wide awake and highly unsatisfied - and all she can think is fuck James Potter.

Fate is cruel and Lily is bitter. They say all’s well that ends well, but this is a new hell.

#athena's library #lay all your love on me #jily #lily evans #james potter #jple #jily love #jily smut #jily microfic #jily fic #athenasparrow #taylor swift lyrics galore #this was very fun

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missmorwen · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel 616 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Red Room (Marvel), Light Angst, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs Summary:

Her eyes were wide and alert as she stared up at him. Fear warring with determination and hunger. Her lovely features shifted as each emotion fought for dominance. He should order her to leave. Tell her that she shouldn’t risk her future by coming here. He didn’t. He couldn’t get a word out when Natalia looked at him like that. His own bottomless hunger wouldn’t allow it. The Soldier took a step back. Not in retreat, as an invitation.

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Bucky and Natasha meet in the Red Room and again after when they are free of it. Or me working through my recurring writer's block by writing smut, angst, and fluff instead of plot.

#buckynat #winterwidow #winter widow #bucky x natasha #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #fair warning: this is smut #not trace of a plot #just loving and filthy smut galore #smut while they work through some issues #because why not

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sweetberry47 · 2 years

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I think one of the most comforting parts of my day is when I can finally relax, scroll through tumblr and be in my own imagination

#marvel #Loki #stranger things #Eddie Munson #Joseph Quinn #everybody at marvel basically #Chris evans #steve harrington #Bucky #bucky barnes #spider man #peter parker #Andrew Garfield #smut smut smut #la la land #fluff galore

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moonandris · 1 year

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It’s not my fault I like to write and read dark and spicy fiction... 🥺

Me reviewing the list of trigger warnings for my scifantasy/dark romance WIP: Bahahaha, I am literally ✨ n e v e r ✨ getting this published. This is the kind of story where you finish writing it and yeet it out in the ether of the Original Work tag on AO3 before lighting up a cigarette and contemplating your life choices. 🤣😭

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kharonion · 6 months

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6, 21, 45, 63 for Vikt

6. which of the four elements would you associate with them?

Water—fluidity and adaptability. These are things Vikt is forced to foster to keep himself from drowning; he has to learn to let go, ride the tides on the path of transformation. But, at the same time, he can be violent, dangerous, a force of nature that cannot be stopped like the waves of a torrential storm.

21. do they have any favorite spots around NC?

Vikt likes to sit in Reconciliation Park sometimes, enjoy the rare foliage and tranquility away from the city's bustle. It's a good place to go on his work breaks, where he tries his best to meditate, maybe do some writing if he has the calling to.

A more bittersweet favorite of his is Laguna Bend Dam. Ever since learning of the town and how its fate came to be, Vikt finds himself driving there when he just... needs to think. He'll gaze out to the water and just let his mind wander.

45. what was your character's first impression of their partner(s)?

A painful familiarity. Waking up on Kerry's sofa, the first thing Vikt recalls seeing was that agony behind bright blue eyes. He saw it in his own reflection many, many times before. He knew what it was. So, even though he really had no damn clue how Kerry was as a person, Vikt had already felt a strange sort of... kinship—morbid as it was. A feeling that maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.

(spicy question under cut!)

63. do they like to sext or play over the holo?

Yes, to both—especially when they are apart (i.e. Kerry is on tour and Vikt is stuck at home for one reason or another, usually because of illness). And they can get pretty into it, very detailed and raunchy... which is why Vikt always ensures that their communications are encrypted when they do.

[ c2077 asks ]

#symbolism galore 🤲#(also these two just being so raunchy over the holo... hmm should i write some smut about that now or)#.asks #oc: vikt

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heartbreak-sandwich · 7 months

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if anyone has hc or blurb requests, pls send me some! I want to write some short little fun things tonight and my ask box is ready.

#writing requests #currently writing for stranger things #fluff or smut or angst or whatever!#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #argyle #jim hopper #joyce byers #murray bauman #ships galore

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pathetic-gamer · 10 months

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BREAKING: local fan fiction reader caught throwing themself into a new ship and being disappointed to find that of the 30 fics on ao3, not a single one is tagged as angst. Sources state they were heartened to find three tagged with graphic depictions of violence, but are still dissatisfied with such a limited selection.

At press time, he could be seen opening Microsoft Word while muttering "I have to do all the work around this damn house."

#fanfiction dot hell #☕️🥧#writing stuff #I'm not sure why this is more disappointing than my favorite rarepair that has six total fics of which two are in russian and one in chines #but for some reason it is #maybe its that for the other rarepair i was hoping for smut and found only smut #but this one i want angst and there isnt any!! pining galore which i do love but GOD let me see him kill #he's so sweet and noble and only wants to protect his liege lady. i want him covered in blood and traumatized #kentlyn

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wistful-pigeon · 10 months

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absolutely living in my

'Life is but a fanfic that God Herself is writing, about Her favorite OCs, and a shmogishborg of every and any Fandom in existence gets at least mentioned with complete disregard for copyright because this is about Writing What She Wants To Write (Because She Can And She WILL) and these chapters are being churned out like newspapers back when you'd get one, sometimes even TWO or MORE, each and every day' Era

She works from home and She is Her own Boss and her self-published New Yorks Times #1 Best Seller series, "Existence: Earth, Humanity, And The Heavens Above" has Her taken care of completely in terms of finances

And so here She is, doing Her Girlboss thing as always, posting nonstop and working on an incomprehensible amount of WIP's *including mine* which she is posting a new chapter of every day, on AO3, on her secret fanaccount that people jokingly refer to as "actually the famous author, God" yet nobody Actually Realizes... they are right. And She gives a little laugh, and She smiles down at her Heavenly Keyboard as she types this day's chapter, her Ineffable Plan* coming together exactly as She intended, a Plan nobody else but Her have the first idea of the Whole of It

Chapter notes: *yes, in case you couldn't tell, this one has the Good Omens Fandom tag

#cat rambles #good omens #Metaphors galore #life update i guess #Life is Like A Hurricane (Here In Duckberg)#And yall I KNOW that her story about me has the following tags #'Angst' 'Hurt/Comfort' 'Romance' 'Childhood Trauma' 'Eventual Smut' 'Original Character(s)'#Etc etc the tag list goes on for eternity (like actually)

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tedrailmi · 2 years

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yall help me 💀💀