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fernweh-writes · 5 days
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Old man
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Overseas 🇺🇸
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könig and his massive rooster wip 👑 🐓
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fernweh-writes · 6 days
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i have this idea about them making a blood oath STUCK in my mind
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Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes
Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views
Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition
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fernweh-writes · 6 days
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Can you tell who’s who 🩶
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fernweh-writes · 22 days
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SIMON GHOST RILEY
Yay finally finished in color!
Just can’t stop thinking about him honestly…
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fernweh-writes · 22 days
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fernweh-writes · 1 month
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Being a little too cold: brrrr i’m a little too cold !!!
Being a little too warm: i am going to kill the next person who makes eye contact with me.
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fernweh-writes · 2 months
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fernweh-writes · 2 months
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soap makes you wear his dogtags when you ride him. they swing between your pretty tits, clinking in time with the roll of your hips. you whine whenever the cool metal hits a bruise, a hickey, or even your nipples. and if he wants to tease he yanks the chain, makes you slant and bend where he likes you, holding you low and humming smugly as you strain towards him, and rewards you with a much deserved kiss. but mostly he gets off on how they unambiguously, loudly mark you as his, his, his.
his alone.
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fernweh-writes · 2 months
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thinkin about a reader who is a people-pleaser. who is so eager to please in bed. who needs to be needed. like you just can't quite get your head into your own pleasure unless you know he's enjoying himself. maybe part of it is that you want to feel wanted and to be what he wants.
you breathe into his ear, asking if he likes this, if this is what he wants; you need to know he's enjoying himself.
it's a good idea or it's a bad idea. depending.
nsfw ↓
GHOST senses the implicit question underneath immediately. you don't need to ask again. he's so equipped for a praise kink. you've shown him your weak point and goes for it, even if you yourself aren't totally aware of it. sinks his claws in and no lol you are never getting away. 
"course i like this," he murmurs, voice all gravel. "nowhere i'd rather be than inside you. you like this too?"
"yeah."
"like it when i talk to you? when i tell you how sexy you are like this? how tight you are?"
you clamp down on him in an involuntary response. he groans, then chuckles.
there is no sweeter place than right here between your thighs. he keeps talking, praise slipping out of his mouth while he watches you bunch and writhe, you squeezing him with your legs and your pussy, fitting him like you've got everything to offer him-- he dissolves into low, heated curses when you clamp down around him again and cum at his praise. you're done for. he'll never stop now.
GAZ is craftier about it. he'd never take advantage of you, darling, of course not. ignore how his voice dips, smooths, laces itself with authority, silk hiding steel. ignore the funny way his words seem suddenly smug. it flutters in your gut the way sees the power you're giving him and takes it with both hands--wields it like he's rescuing you from yourself. 
"of course i like this. now don't think so hard, sweet thing. let me handle it for you." 
he would never abuse his power over you, of course not, not even when he's edged you for so long tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you're begging him, and his eyes darken. voice soft, veiled, his murmuring hiding something you can't detect under the need he's stoking in you. 
he doesn't release you until you've told him what you want. this isn't just about him, he chides; he wants to know what you want. he wants to please you. but somehow, the lust in his eyes when you're begging him for release--to do what only he can do for you--somehow that's the only thing on your mind when you finally cum.
SOAP is pure id. you want to know what he likes? if he likes this? he'll tell you, yeah, he likes it, and the way you double down on riding him makes him want to cum then and there. it's not just the way you feel. it's the look on your face, the tension on your body, like you have something to prove. you're fighting your goddamn demons just bouncing on his dick. 
it makes him worse. he doesn't manipulate you. it's not like that. but you asked, aye? you wanted to know, didn't you? wanted to know what he likes, what makes him feel good, and soap wants to try everything. more than that, he wants to see you try everything. he wants to see the look in your eyes when he overstimulates you, when he puts you on your knees and pushes his boot against your cunt, making you ride it as you suck him off. he wants to blindfold you, cuff you, get you prone and under him in every possible sense and push you to your limit. all he has to do is reassure you that he's abso-fuckin-lutely enjoying this, hen. enjoying that fucked-out look in your eyes, that look of surprise on your face when you find something new that gets you off, that look he becomes most fond of--the "fuck, this just woke something in me" look. he fucking loves pulling orgasms from you that you never expected to have. and you're doing such a good job, aren't you? you're working so hard. 
he lavishes the praise on you. it takes no time at all for you to start responding to his praise even when it's clear he's turned on by just how depraved you're willing to be for his enjoyment. 
"you'd do anything for me, wouldn't ya?"
it makes him so goddamn hard when all you can do is affirm, half-babbling, wanting more praise. all he has to do is reassure you that he likes this. and he does. he really does.
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fernweh-writes · 3 months
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do u ever miss your own energy. like damn what happened to me
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fernweh-writes · 3 months
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ghost hunting alone? c'mon now, be smarter than that
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fernweh-writes · 3 months
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I also feel like media has just set an unrealistic standard for sex and created this idea you’re supposed to be able to finish multiple times within a short period of time and that’s just not reality (for most people). Like everyone likes different things. sometimes it takes more than one go for you and your partner to figure out what works for the two of you. Also, COMMUNICATE! Let your partner know if what they’re doing feels nice or if it’s just not doing it for you. EXPERIMENT don’t be afraid to try new things if you trust your partner and feel you can communicate how you feel about it with them. ENJOY IT it’s okay if you’re not someone who’s able to finish in 5 minutes and sometimes you may not finish at all and you can still enjoy sex despite that.
Normalize subs taking longer to cum. Not everyone is super sensitive and untouched. Some subs are on medication, are stressed, masterbait frequently, or just naturally have a higher stamina. Not every sub you meet is gonna cum within the first 10 minutes and there’s no reason to assume they will. It doesn’t reflect on the sub as a person or on your skills as a dom/top. That’s just how the body works sometimes
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fernweh-writes · 3 months
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Simon Riley who gets your initials tattooed over his heart, but not in the conventional way.
The idea of getting your full name spooks him, cause what if he gets captured and some enemy agent sees? It's just too much of a risk for him. But initials are safer. Twice as much if they're hidden behind roman numerals.
So he reveals his new ink one day, during a quiet moment a few weeks after he gets it once it's healed up. He explains what the roman numerals are (they correspond to letters of the alphabet: A would be I, B is II, and so on) and what they mean, and you spend so long marveling at Simon's dedication that it takes you a minute to notice something... strange.
"There's no number for my last name."
He takes your hand, puts it over the numbers, and puts his forehead on yours.
"That's cause I'm hopin' you'll let me put the number 18 there, love."
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fernweh-writes · 3 months
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Scream Incorrect Quotes
Billy: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Stu.
Stu: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight…
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