madamlucy

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Eu amo esse macho pqp

Noah + runway = THE HOTTEST FUCKING THING EVER

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Noah:🧍

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The TikTok-fication of Tumblr and why it needs to stop before your fave writers are gone for good:

1. “Part 2??”

Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Don’t kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate what’s already given.

2. The DC Conundrum

Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.

Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, there’s a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, don’t be a dick. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.

3. The Wild Algorithm

Unlike TikTok, Tumblr’s FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after it’s posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.

4. Passive Content Consumption

Ties back with point #1. If you’re only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they can’t spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.

5. De(constructive) Criticism

If an opinion isn’t asked for, don’t give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesn’t understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.

6. Are You My Content Machine?

Again, back to point #1. Writers have busy lives. There are days when we want to scream into the void about our favourite characters. We want to share our thoughts about them or sometimes, we just want to talk about what happened during lunch break. Demanding and expecting that a writer post content without giving a shit about the soul behind the screen? Dehumanizing.

Don’t ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.

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Phrases for subs with both praise and degradation kinks:

Such a pretty slut

What a good little whore

My personal fuck toy

Just a dumb little doll

Daddy’s little cum slut

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for a great listening experience listen to cyberpunk - take me home - silver light - new world - answer, in that order

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My Johnny Joestar cosplay ☺️

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli

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My Sanji’s genderbend cosplay.

#cosplay #one pice #sanji #genderbend

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231111 - namjoon's instagram story

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Pain

#ateez #choi san #ateez san

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NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

God do I wanna be praised, but in a degrading way..

“Look at you, my perfect little whore, taking daddy’s cock so well because that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? Isn’t it? You look so pretty just lying there while daddy uses you like the little fuck doll you are.. shhh don’t make a sound you pathetic little slut, you asked for this”

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Empty my mind

Lately I've been thinking a lot about publishing my fanfictions in English, despite the fear that it's not my born language. Therefore, I apologize if there are any errors or weird quotes. I hope you enjoy. ✨

Warnings: sexual content, masturbation, solo.

Pairing: Reader (F) thinking about someone special. Feel free to imagination 😉

If you’re not feel comfortable with sex and fluids, this is not for you 😅

Also, I’ll use my personal pics sometimes bc it’s a Leo thing 😌

I adjust myself comfortably in my bed and let my body sink into the soft pillows; my naked thighs rub against each other in search of skin-to-skin contact, the only possibility I had at the moment. I desperately want something else there.

Your mouth, kissing calmly and producing soft sounds; your nose, scraping the skin superficially and leaving me with goosebumps; your tongue, traveling several paths that make me gasp involuntarily; I'm not just wet, I'm soaked. I feel my juices surpass the barrier of the fabric of my gray mesh panties. I'm just wearing it and my sleeping tank top, in the same color. My nipples are hard, protruding from the fabric, begging to be pulled harder with all the will in the world. And so I do, I pull one out of my blouse and groan in approval. I use the same hand to pull the other one and modestly collect, with the other hand, a little bit of my arousal and use it to spread it over my clit, so that my fingers can slide in more easily. The truth is that I like to feel her getting wet, with whatever I have: saliva, cum, oil, lubricant; it gave pleasure to feel herself slipping all over.

The tips of my fingers go in and out slowly, always trying to explore deeper, opening my tender pussy like a flower in the spring morning dew, pushing aside the soft and now wet petals.

My uncovered breasts give rise to my next image: feeling your wet tongue on the tip of my nipples. I lift my head and suck my own fingers, trying to get them wet enough to simulate that, rubbing them hard, exploding with lust. The cold air hits their tips, but it doesn't last more than half an instant. Determined to have more of that sensation, I try, pathetically, to produce some saliva from the back of my throat by sticking two fingers in and feeling the end of my tongue leak out. I spit on my breast and spread a good amount of saliva, leaving it shiny and throbbing. You would love to see this scene, me lying with my legs open, just wearing my panties, awkwardly placed to the side, slowly thrusting my fingers inside me, with my breasts out, wet with my own saliva, so turgid they glistened strong against the light.

The feeling is incredible, it's like being in a free fall towards the sky. As if the floor was upside down. My chest rises and falls in an anxious sigh of lust and I try to produce the sound of your deep voice in my mind: “cum for me, my little whore”, I nod my head for nothing, and putting my fingers deeper, I feel the orgasm approaching, from the core of my soul straight to the pores on my skin, freeing me from that repression that distance placed between two bodies, but my dirty and twisted mind insisted on getting closer.

I came like a queen, like a vassal, like an animal, a praying mantis, which destroys his partner's existence after the intercourse. My mind is empty, clean, now clear and bright, like a crystal ball on some psychic's table.

Ready to be used once again.

#smut #fanfiction #hot as fuck #Spotify

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My man

#ateez in brazil #ateez #ateez san #choi san

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I got this on the metro in são paulo. they give free condoms to the population! Vida Longa ao SUS!

#SUS #são paulo #brazil

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Yeah, I saw Ateez this weekend and I’m the happiest person alive

#ateez #ateez mingi #break the wall tour

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I’ll see Ateez next Saturday and I’m about to freaking out

#ateez #break the wall tour #são paulo

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BOUNCY. - j. yunho, c. jongho (m)

➼ genre; smut ➼ pairing; yunho x fem!reader x jongho ➼ au; outlaw/mechanics!2ho, dystopian futurism, lore accurate ateez ➼ warnings; explicit smut, some terribly unfunny mechanic jokes i’m really sorry ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 4.9k

‘Two for the price of one!’ the sign outside the shop had read, and well, you’ve never been one to pass up on a good deal.

part of the outlaw miniseries.

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➼ smut warnings; piv, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, manual stimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, hair pulling, choking, sloppy seconds, creampie, pet names: sugar, sweets, dear & baby, dirty talk, breeding kink, name calling: bitch & slut, voyeurism & exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, dom yunho, sub reader, slight bimbofication, spit play, size kink, praise kink

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You pull up to Outlaw Customs, the repair shop that’s become something of a second home for your car, two minutes before closing. If it were anywhere else — and anyone else running the place — you would never dream of being such a terrible customer, but since you know both men inside well enough to have a working relationship outside of this little business they run, you aren’t worried about causing any issues. And, well, if you do, Yunho will surely let you know in his own snarky way.

The garage door is still wide open, with Yunho on full display at the mouth of it as he works on the vehicle that’s always parked front and center. As you cross the threshold into the garage, your eyes catch on a sign propped up outside that you hadn’t seen the last time you were here. Two for the price of one on any repairs! A scoff slips out of you as you eye it, and that noise is what pulls Yunho’s focus from his work to you.

“You didn’t tell me you were running a deal,” you whine, drawing a laugh from the man before you.

“We still gotta make money somehow, sugar!” He nods his head towards the other side of the car, where another familiar face sits on the run-down couch you gave to them when they first opened up shop down the street from your apartment complex. It was something of a trade and an icebreaker: you needed a cracked headlight patched up, and they needed some furniture to fill out the garage and make it more homey for any customers who would come and go. Jongho gets up when you come over though, simply to move from the couch to the desk chair right beside it, and you take the spot where he was just sat.

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