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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I turned this thirst into a fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Vash starts emitting sexy pheromones that leave you desperate for his cock. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.5k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, porn without plot, dubcon, vaginal sex, rough sex, size kink, mild dumbification, plantfucking, body horror/weird plant biology, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, Vash has a biting kink, self objectification (does that even make sense?), knotting, creampie, cockwarming.

It was just past midnight. The moons were looming high in the sky, illuminating the desolate land surrounding the town you and Vash had taken refuge in. Your face was pressed against the window, gazing out into the sandy void.

“You see the sky tonight?” you asked.

Vash didn’t bother responding. You turned around and saw his dejected form.

“You’re lookin’ more wistful than usual.”

He was sprawled out on the bed, leaving you little to no room. The lodge you were holed up in only had a single room vacant and of course there was but one measly bed. It was a good enough sized one though; it could definitely provide comfort for you and the gangly mess of a man you called a travel companion.

Vash merely sighed in response to your question and stared up at the ceiling.

His gaze was flat, not a hint of sparkle to his blue-green eyes. His sweet face was held hostage by a delightfully adorable pout. Thoughts of biting down on his bottom lip swirled around you, leaving you flustered and throbbing. You hoped whatever was troubling him wasn’t too serious because otherwise your current state would be disrespectful.

“What’s wrong?” you prodded, taking a seat on the bed. You tried to sound as dry as humanly possible.

He turned his head towards you and gave you the weakest, most pathetic smile. A smile that inspired no faith in what it sought to imply.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he answered sweetly.

You glared at him. “Fine. I—Well… I guess I’m going to sleep.” You paused awkwardly. “Goodnight.”

Vash scooted over, granting you space on the mattress. You crawled into place, not bothering to cover yourself with the musty bedding. It smelled too much like sand.

You rolled onto your side, your back facing Vash. You held yourself in a fetal position in hopes it would keep you warm. In a perfect world you’d just snuggle up next to him and leech off the heat his body seemed to radiate. But you didn’t live in a perfect world; you lived in a sandy, inhospitable land.

“Are you cold?” he asked. Such a perceptive one he was.

“A little,” you lied.

“Get under the blankets then,” he suggested.

“No. They smell like sand and… I don’t know, like, armpit sweat.”

He let out a tiny laugh. “I can’t argue with you there.”

You wriggled your shoulders in discomfort. You wanted to curl up next to Vash like a kitten, but with his current mood it just didn’t seem feasible. The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him so you would have to bear the drafty room on your own. It would only be for a night; you could handle it.

However after about five minutes of shivering in painful silence, you turned over and faced Vash. He was on his side, facing you. His eyes were shut, his dark lashes catching the moonlight streaming through the windows.

You gently nudged him. “Hey.”

He briefly frowned, but stayed asleep.

You nudged him once more, this time much harder.

“Vash!”

His eyes shot open and he jerked back.

“Ouch! Why are you being so aggressive?”

“I have a question,” you said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Ask away.”

“Can we spoon, or snuggle, or something?”

“Uh—”

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I know you… are like… You’ve got something on your mind and I don’t wanna—”

The radiant grin he gave you calmed your nerves. He pulled you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Your face was buried into his neck. He smelled like freshly washed linens, undercut by a strange earthy, honey-like scent, a creamy florescent. The chills that cursed your body melted away in his presence.

“Thank you,” you muttered, voice muffled by Vash’s sweet skin.

You inhaled deeply and pressed your body up against his. He felt tense, like his muscles were frozen in place.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“It’s stupid,” he whined.

“I don’t care.”

He paused and took a few slow breaths, preparing himself for the question he was about to pose.

“I really like you and—”

“You wanna fuck me, huh?” you asked, your face adorned with a cat-like grin. You had never been so forward before, but something seemed to possess you.

“Of course I do.” He groaned. “But I can’t because… it’s complicated. And intense.”

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

He rolled onto his back and hid his face behind his hands.

“It’s just different, alright?”

You crawled on top of him, unable to help yourself. His aura was whipping you into a frenzy, the lovely scent emanating from his skin growing stronger and luring you in.

“I like different,” you purred.

He gulped. “I should tell you—”

You didn’t let him speak.“I don’t care what happens.”

Vash blushed. “Let me finish.”

You groaned but relented. “Fine. But be quick.”

“I haven’t, uh, you know… in a while. And when that happens my body produces these pheromones that are supposed to attract a mate.”

“A mate?” you asked, voice wavering. You liked Vash and wanted to fuck him, but mate implied somewhat of a large commitment.

“No! Not a mate! It, well, it makes people want to—”

“Fuck you?” you asked, biting down on your upper lip.

He nodded. “And they kinda… drive me crazy too.” He tacked on a nervous laugh. “Sometimes I can’t control myself which isn’t fair because, well, whoever is… uh… they do whatever I want them to.”

Your cunt was growing wetter by the second.

“So that’s why I want you to use me so bad.”

His eyes were wide, almost sparkling. His cheeks were rosy and the scent emanating from him grew stronger.

You felt as if the room was enveloped in a sensuous haze that seeped into your skin, flowing through your veins. It was consuming you, eating away at your thoughts, leaving behind visions of Vash tossing your legs over your shoulders and driving his cock into your weeping cunt. Your body was growing warmer, almost unbearably so. Every inch of you ached for him. You would know no peace until his body was lording over yours and filling you up with his cum.

“I just.” He averted your lingering gaze. “It’s embarrassing. I hate getting like that. When I do all I can think about is pinning someone down and fucking them until they can’t see straight.”

“That sounds amazing,” you said dreamily.

Your manner of speaking was much more provocative than it usually was. Your tongue seemed to linger on the letters, leaving each one coated in a honey-like tone. There was almost a hint of a tumultuous moan when you said “aammmaaaaaziiingg.”

Vash looked uncomfortable, but willing. His hands were gripping the sheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

“I know you want me,” you teased, rocking your hips against his. “I’m not lying when I say you can do whatever you want to me. You need it. I know you do.” You cupped his face in your gentle hands. “Let me help you. It’s what I’m here for.”

He laughed. “It’s not, but…”

“Hush,” you said, grabbing a hold of his cock.

It was swollen, begging for release.

You lowered yourself down and pulled down the soft, worn cotton pants he liked to sleep in. His cock sprung up, standing completely upright. The tip was engorged and pink. You rubbed it with the pad of your thumb and watched as Vash winced. His brows knitted together in ecstatic agony.

A few thick veins snaked around his shaft. You ghosted your fingers over them and reveled in his desperate whines. You looked up at him with starved eyes, darkened by your devotion and desire. You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You grabbed ahold of his cock and stroked it while you rolled your tongue against the tip, savoring the sweet taste of his precum.

He let out a low groan as you pumped his leaky cock. He placed his hand on the back of your head and gently pushed down. You dropped your hand and decided to let your mouth do the work.

Vash eased your head further down, until the entirety of his length filled your mouth. Spit was trickling from the corners of your mouth and tears crept out from the corners of your eyes. He began to thrust, sending the tip of his cock into the back of your throat. You were steadfast and breathed through your nose, fighting your gag reflex.

“Your mouth fe—feels so good,” he stammered.

You placed your hands on his muscled thighs to push yourself off of his cock, but you felt what appeared to be downy feathers sprouting from his skin. It threw you off for a moment before you remembered what you wanted to say.

“Wait until you feel my pussy,” you bragged.

His eyes almost seemed to glow. He gave you a boyish smile before pushing you onto your back with a swiftness that left you in awe. His hands wandered down your body, pawing at your clothes, desperately trying to take them off. Your body felt electric as he undressed you. Each time his warm, slender fingers grazed your skin your body pulsed with delight.

He kissed your neck before letting his sharp canines graze your tender skin. You hummed in delight, and laced your fingers through his silky hair. He rutted up against your body, the tip of his cock teasing your clit. You whimpered every time it made contact.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping at your breast. He flicked his tongue against your nipple. He sucked on it, holding it between his soft lips. You relished in the sound of him lapping away. You held onto his shoulders, feeling spiny quills erupting from his scapulae.

“Vash,” you whimpered. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t respond. The quills from his back grew longer and denser. You pricked your finger on one of the sharp tips. You winced in pain and moved your hand down to the small of his back. You watched as the spiny quills became more feather-like. They were pale and iridescent and they left you transfixed. They were so beautiful. They soon covered his back and made their way down his arms. You ran your hand down the length of them. They were soft and sleek, like nothing you had ever experienced before.

“So pretty,” you muttered.

Vash lifted his head from your breast.

“Hm?”

A cluster of eyes has formed in the middle of his forehead. It disturbed you briefly, but the feeling of his cock throbbing against your thigh was enough to make you forget about it.

“Nothing, nothing,” you said, stroking his cheek.

You kissed him, pushing your tongue past his teeth. He held you close and you felt like your body was melting into his. You wanted to become a part of him. He slid his fingers into your cunt, spreading apart your folds. You groaned in frustration. His fingers weren’t enough. You needed his cock.

“Please just fuck me,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

He looked up at you with all of his dazed eyes and wordlessly nodded. He slowly guided his cock inside you. You gasped as your cunt stretched around it. You buried your face into his neck, hoping to mute your cries of pleasure. His thrusts were gentle and deliberate. You could feel that he was holding back.

“Is it too much?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You shook your head. “More.”

He gave you a concerned look. “More?”

“Yeah. Fuck me like I’m a whore.”

Vash nearly choked on his own spit.

“C’mon,” you purred. “You know you want to.”

“I can’t. It’ll be too much.”

“My body can take it.”

He frowned. “I could really hurt you.”

“I like it when it hurts,” you said, tightening your cunt around his cock. You kissed him again and held his bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m your toy. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Vash looked at you, holding your gaze, clearly weighing his options. Once he made up his mind an impish grin made its way across his face and he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

His thrusts were significantly more intense than they were previously. He drove his cock into your cunt with a fervor you had never experienced. His cocktip pushed up against your cervix, sending a sharp sensation to your core. You became a panting, moaning mess. You were falling apart at the seams, your body as limp as a doll’s. Vash was able to manipulate your body with ease, essentially folding you in half, leaving your knees close to your face.

You looked up at him as his wings spread out, nearly engulfing you. It was hard to believe this was the same Vash you wandered the desert with. You never would have thought the doughnut eating dork could be so feral. You knew he wasn’t a human, but his true nature being so alien never occurred to you.

As he fucked your limp body into the mattress, you felt your orgasm begin to bloom in your stomach. Your breathing became labored and all you could think about was coming all over his cock.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growled.

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more and more frantic. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and whimpers. You were lost in his presence, completely enamored and consumed by it. Your vision blurred and you saw nothing but white as you came. A deluge of fluids dripped from your cunt and coated his cock. You felt like you had ascended to heaven, leaving No Man’s Land in the dust.

Vash continued to thrust as his cock swelled inside you. Spurts of his slippery cum filled your cunt. He exhaled deeply and allowed your legs to fall to the side and laid down on top of you. The two of you tried to catch your breath and let the rapture you were entangled in fade away.

“I’m sorry,” he said bashfully, lifting himself up.

His cock was still buried inside you.

“Why…” You struggled to find your words. “Why are you… sorry?”

“Because! I didn’t want you to ever see me like this. I look like a freak.”

You ran your hand along his wings and made an effort to make eye contact with the cluster of ones on his forehead.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re just saying that because you're high off my pheromones,” he scoffed.

You giggled. “Maybe. But you’re still very pretty.”

You rubbed the short feathers that had sprouted along the apples of his cheeks. He sighed in relief and nuzzled his face into your neck. His cock continued to throb inside you and likely would for a while. You didn’t mind though. Laying under Vash, shielded by his wings from the harsh world outside, was all you could want in such a harsh and unforgiving world.

#vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun smut #vash the stampede smut #trigun x reader #.fics #.trigun #.vash #reader insert #x reader

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treasuringizu · 2 years

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-empty night

⇝ izuku midoriya x reader | fluff / sprinkle of angst | izuku midoriya being a dork

⇝ word count: 1.2k

⇝ a/n: it's like i can't write any drabbles less than 1k now😭

⇝ synopsis: izuku is late to your date, but when he shows up you can't help but forgive him.

it’s 9:45 p.m when you look at the clock for probably the thousandth time in the past two hours. he was supposed to be here at 7:30.

you check your phone, and you see notifications from socials, one from your friend, and random apps — but none from the person you want to see the most.

the nice waiter that’s been serving you (you pretend you don’t see his pity glances) refills your glass of water, taking your empty plate of fries. when you check your phone again and there’s still nothing there, you decide that’s when it’s time for you to finally leave instead of hoping for him to show up.

and then you’re walking down the sidewalk, shivering because you forgot to bring a coat, and wallowing in your own sadness. well, a mixture of sadness, disappointment, and maybe anger.

you’ve checked all the news cites to see if anything serious had happened to him, called and texted the man in question but received no answer, and you even called his own friends to try and figure out what was going on, but you got nothing. you just hope that he’s okay at least, and that he had a good reason for standing you up — one that hopefully did not involve any violence.

you’re checking your phone again, dumbly wanting there to be something new like it could have happened in less than a minute, when you see the crackle of green lighting in the night sky.

deku.

izuku.

he lights the darkness up with his quirk, piercing through the sky with god-like speed. you're watching him as he descends to the ground, landing in his stance a few meters in front of you. you blink, and then all you can see is a blur of green as he breaks into a full-on sprint — on the fucking sidewalk.

you can feel your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, and you know your jaw is on the ground as you watch the pro hero you’re in love with run past you, your clothes flapping in the gush of wind as a result of his speed, fallen leaves flying randomly.

he’s long behind you now, and your brain doesn’t even process anything that just happened as you blink slowly, mouth still open to catch flies. it’s only when you hear his footsteps coming back this way that you turn around, and there he is, jogging towards you. his pace has decreased, enough that you can see him clearly and not just a blur of green lighting.

he’s looking around, searching for something as he continues, and then he spots you. you manage to get your mouth closed by the time he’s almost in front of you, slowing down until he’s standing before you.

you’re staring at him as he wipes sweat from his forehead. he doesn't even look tired from his whole ass marathon, but he’s all disheveled; his curly hair is sticking up in all different places, probably from the flight and then the fucking sprinting, his clothes are wrinkled, and his eyes are wide.

he tries to straighten his appearance — dusting off his shirt and pants, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix it, but the action only makes it worse. his mouth opens and closes multiple times like a fish, trying to find the words to say when all that comes out is a measly- “hi!”

the greeting is accompanied by a sheepish smile that falters when all he gets in return is a frown from you. your mouth opens, but you don’t even get anything out before he breaks down into a babbling mess.

“i’m sorry! I’m so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. i really am! you see — a lot happened - i was in my meeting, counting down the minutes until i could get out of there to finally go and see you, it was all i was looking forward to the entire day, really. but then, the meeting ran over and i tried — i really tried to get my way out of there but you know how they are, so it didn’t work no matter what i did. and when the meeting finally ended, it was already a little late so i rushed home to change and get ready for you, i wanted to look nice and stuff, but i was already a little late. i forgot to call or at least text you through all that drama,”

his hands are now waving all around him in animated gestures as he continues, “by then i was like an hour late, and by the time i was halfway to the restaurant i realized that i had forgotten my phone at the agency so i couldn’t even contact you. and thennn as i was flying, this lady was calling out for help, so of course, i rushed to help her, only for it to end up being her cat stuck in a tree. i tried to get it over with as soon as possible but then she cornered me and practically forced me into her house to give me some coffee as thanks, and i didn't have the heart to tell her that i absolutely hate coffee so i forced it all down. when i left her house it was already dark and i knew that i was beyond late to our date and again, i'm so, so, so, sorry about that even though i know all of this isn't a good excuse for standing you up. i just - i,"

izuku stops in the middle of his sentence, shocked when you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest and effectively putting a stop to his ramblings.

you breathe him in, nuzzling your cheek against his body, admiring his scent and relishing in his presence. he says your name in a soft murmur, wrapping his own arms around you, the weight strong and heavy.

"i'm glad you're okay," you say.

his head settles on top of yours. "i'm sorry."

"you should be." he tenses, and you think he's about to remove his arms from around you but you squeeze him tighter, smiling into his chest. "only you would stand me up for a grandma. she better have been hot.”

he huffs through his nose in a laugh. “you’re definitely hotter.”

your heart warms, and all the feelings you had earlier melt into contentment now that he's actually here. "keep up with the compliments and i might just forgive you." you let go of him - grinning at the soft whine he lets out - and instead grab his hand, intertwining it with yours.

"I'm still so, so, sorry though. i never meant to leave you there like that."

your hands are swinging back and forth, and you look at him to see him frowning at his shoes like they personally offended him. giving his hand a chaste kiss that makes his cheeks bloom in pink, you reassure him, "stop apologizing, dummy. it's okay, i know you didn't do it on purpose. besides, you saved a cat, which earns you some brownie points."

izuku gives you that grin, the one that can make rainy clouds go away. "that's true." he pauses, bending down to give your cheek a kiss. "i love you"

"love you too, stupid."

#izuku x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku #deku #bnha imagine #izuku imagine #izuku fic #deku fic #.izuku #.fics #.kc writes

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minlulua · 1 month

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illusory maple

Only in a dream can you see him again.

i dont remember writing this. i blacked out and this was on my screen when i came to; spoilers for godheim clarence route!

You’re dreaming again.

You know you are. There’s no other option— but does it really matter when he’s standing there in front of you?

He stands tall next to the throne, back straight and hair pooling at his feet. Eyes surveying the area around him, his expression is neutral as he stays at the front of the Council Hall alone. He looks no different than the day you parted.

People are talking, music is playing but you can’t hear any of it. All your focus is on him. He meets your eyes and his gaze softens. The corners of his lips turn up, the smile almost imperceptible. You can’t tear yourself away from it— you don’t want to. Just a little closer… just a little closer and you can be by his side again. You step forward.

“Goddess, welcome back.”

Alkaid enters your vision. He’s practically radiant, beaming as he extends a drink towards you. The royal palace is not particularly crowded, at least compared to some of the parties held there before. You can clearly make out some familiar faces in the sea of people: Lars dining with a knight, Ayn speaking with a guard, Amelia stuffing her face at the banquet tables.

Alkaid is still waiting in front of you and you take the glass from his hand. The beverage is cool as it slides down your throat, neither too sweet nor too bitter. He takes the empty glass from you as you thank him. Intricate, bright blue robes swaying behind him, Alkaid steps away, either to get a refill or put it aside. Regardless, you take this opportunity to run to the man away from it all.

He waits patiently for you to reach him and catch your breath. You grip his cloak tightly. You can see him. You can touch him. Even if this moment is fiction, he’s here. He calls your name, hand hovering over your wrist.

“You... Why have you come here?”

What can you say at this moment? What can you even do? There are musicians, perhaps you could dance? You tug at his clothes, asking him to join you, but he doesn’t budge. Shaking his head, he gestures out a window.

“Come with me,” he says.

He turns to leave, hair and robes swaying as he walks away. You fall into step beside him. With the stars and moon serving as your light, the two of you meander into the garden. There’s no sign of snow or Glacial Butterflies anywhere. A gentle breeze steals away what little warmth you felt, leaving you shivering. Chill seeps into your body, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the brutal winter Godheim had endured before.

The walk is quiet. Any questions you have die in your throat and neither of you say a word. Grass and fallen leaves crunch underneath your feet as the two of you tread forward. Step by step, you slowly make your way through the garden and out of the palace. The path you take is a familiar one, even if you had only gone down it a few times.

While it’s difficult to make out in the dark, the Magi Tower has lost none of its majesty in this dream. Your companion leads you across the bridge. The cold grows stronger and you hug your clothes closer to yourself. He doesn’t react to the drop in temperature, continuing his trek onward.

He brings you to the courtyard. There, a tree stands tall. Dressed in perpetual autumn hues, red and gold blend together and dance in the wind. He looks back at you briefly before taking a seat at the roots. You sit beside him while the leaves drift down around you.

You find yourself talking about your life since you parted— everyday happenings at school, your cat’s antics, your paintings. He doesn’t interrupt, listening quietly and intently. You steal a few glances at the man next to you, sometimes catching him with his eyes closed as he leans against the tree. Other times, he stares at you tenderly.

Eventually you run out of things to say. For a while, nothing happens. Silence falling once more, the night stretches on. The wind continues to blow. The stars continue to shine. You sit there– with him.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he finally says.

Lips pursed in a hesitant smile, clear conflict plays out on his face. One hand cradles yours, as if it were glass that could shatter in an instant. The other cups your cheek, thumb gently brushing under your eye.

They’re cold.

You will yourself to speak. “Clarence… Please don’t go.”

“I’ve already gone.” He shakes his head. “I’m truly honored you want to see me again, but please. Don’t come looking for me.”

His voice is firm. It leaves no room for argument. You reach your hand up to grip his. It grasps at nothing and rests on your cheek. The maple leaves fall and turn to dust in the wind. Tonight, the stars let out their dying breath as the last of their light flickers and fades.

It’s time to wake up. The fantasy is over now.

#hello lovebrush fandom (said with zero rizz) do you like my present #lovebrush chronicles #for all time #clarence clayden #lovebrush chronicles x reader #lbc x reader #.fics

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possuminnit · 11 months

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^ wow a new fic that has neapolitan trio + superpowers that are all out of the norm for superpower aus with these guys, that's crazy

#guys I'm too sleepy to make an Actual Post with this just be nicey to ms #me #.fics

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prospectcee · 10 months

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Prospect (2018)

Relationship: Cee & Ezra (Prospect 2018)

Characters: Ezra (Prospect 2018) , Cee (Prospect 2018)

Additional Tags: Fluff , Prosthetic Arm , Dad Ezra (Prospect 2018) , Father-Daughter Relationship , Bonding , Artist Cee (Prospect 2018) , Painting

Summary:

Her gaze lingers on his prosthetic for a beat before she flicks her eyes back to him, "If you want, I can paint a design on it? I'm not the best with paint, but I can draw okay." "Well, a fool I would be to deny an offer like that one." Ezra says back.

Or; Ezra gets an ugly looking prosthetic, Cee offers to paint it for him

#prospect 2018 #prospect cee #prospect ezra #cee and ezra #.fics #^_^!!

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ladydorian · 7 months

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#if i see your fic is made with the partial or full help of ai i will not even look at it

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yeehawpim · 8 months

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

#original comic #fanfic #fix it fic #fandom #dr who #bbc sherlock #avengers #my comic #my art #been thinking about the truly dumb amount of time I've spent reading fanfic #i started writing fix-it fic like a couple months ago and I Get It #teenage pim was a dumbass

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jackwolfes · 3 months

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thinking about that post of people assuming ao3 has an algorithm and also about how bonkers persistent the view is that ao3 is social media lite. like with startling regularity I get comments saying something along the lines of "it's probably weird to comment on a fic this old--" no it isn't!!!! this is an archive I am literally just assuming you searched for a selection of specific tags or sorted by kudos or looked back on my pseud or any other number of completely normal ways to use an archive site ?? kill the tiktok ghost in your brain and comment on old stuff it's NOT weird

#text #ao3 #fic writer #ao3 writer #archive of our own

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noelledeltarune · 7 months

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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

#talk tag #IT KILLS ME. REIGEN IS NOT MOB'S DAD. HE HAS A DAD. INGO IS NOT AKARI'S DAD. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN ANYONE HEAR ME #(not even necessarily to say that ingo is in his late 20s but still)#(even if he was a 30-40-50 year old no matter how old he is no fucking teenager is gonna call some guy they met as a 15 year old ''dad'')#GAI IS NOT A FATHER FIGURE TO ROCK LEE HE WAS LIKE 13 WHEN HE WAS BORN! PLEASE!!!!!!!!#one time i saw that a person wrote a fic where mario was like a father figure to luigi.#they are TWIN BROTHERS.#not what this about but idk where else i can say anything about this.#just horrible #also sometimes someone is just An Older Friend like no familial relationship just a friend or acquaintance who is a lot older than you

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whatsnewalycat · 3 months

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Made this for u 💝

#if there were a fourth soldier it would be my shitty jokes #meme #writing meme #fic writing

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mycroftrh · 13 days

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Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”

#not tagging fandoms for safety #fic meta #misc #mine

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Couldn't stop thinking about Vash having a whiny, desperate jerk off session so I wrote this. [ SYNOPSIS ] A sleepless night gets interesting. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, porn without plot, friends to lovers, voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, facefucking.

You had fully intended on sleeping through the night. After a long day of traveling you assumed your exhaustion would overtake you, lulling you into a deep slumber. It sounded so appealing, sinking into the soft mattress, a comfort you had been denied for months, and letting your mind rest. Sure, it was a hotel, but it was a nice one, one that radiated a certain hominess you craved.

But nope. You found yourself wide awake, skulking through the hallway for a glass of crystal clear water, another comfort you were deprived of. You felt possessed by this sudden need, this urge.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, but you were frequently betrayed by the soft squeaks of aged hardwood floors. Every audible step was punctuated with a muted utterance of “shit.”

As you made your way down the hall you noticed Vash’s door was ajar. You were even more determined to quiet your steps. You carefully passed by, walking on your toes. The silence you were attempting to conjure was superseded by the sound of someone panting. Immediately you felt concerned, a flurry of thoughts bombarding your brain.

Is he dying? Are his lungs giving out? Maybe he inhaled too much sand when he tripped over his own legs walking up that steep dune. Is that even possible? It could be a nightmare. Is he gonna be okay?

You decided to gently push the door open to check up on him. Instead of seeing him snuggled under the blankets you saw him fully nude and straddling a pillow. You quickly turned away and choked on your own spit.

“I can’t,” you muttered, trying to find the wherewithal to walk away.

Watching him would be so invasive, a complete breach of trust. It was hard to reconcile this fact with the compulsion to take another peek. After a minute of mentally arguing with yourself, you convinced yourself you were looking through the crack in the doorway to simply make sure what you had seen was in fact happening. Your eyes could have been playing a crude trick on you.

You turned and looked into his room. As it turned out your eyes had not deceived you. There he was, grinding up against a pillow, his body bathed in moonlight. You couldn’t help but admire it. You would have been stupid not to. He was beauty personified, an opinion that would make him blush. He so rarely thought he was desirable, convinced his brutalized body would deter anyone that showed interest in him. He couldn’t have been more wrong. You wanted to drag your tongue down his chest, lovingly lapping at the scars.

Your clit throbbed as you watched him as he rutted away. Every desperate whine that fell from his lips made you dizzy. He was so vocal, so needy.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” he whined, his eyes clenched shut.

You felt gutsy so you slowly pushed the door open. Nothing too crazy, just a little more so you’d have a better view. Your hand wandered under your pajamas, your fingers sweeping across your slick cunt. The sensation made you shiver.

He began panting harder, his whimpers growing louder. He hung his head and continued driving his cock into the pillow. He leaned over it, holding himself up with his arms. His palms dug into the bed. You wanted to be underneath him, gazing up at his face as it fluctuated between elation and agony.

You rubbed your clit, slow and steady circles, as you watched Vash thrust away. He briefly stopped and reached for something on the side of the bed. It looked familiar.

“Is that my shirt?” you whispered.

He held it up to his face, taking a deep inhale, and resumed fucking his pillow. His muffled whines were sending you over the edge. You never realized he thought of you like that. You were friends, buddies of the first degree… Granted there were nights, usually drunken ones, where he looked so appealing, so fuckable. The humiliation of rejection was the only thing holding you back.

It was over for you once he started moaning your name. Your legs felt like the bones had melted away. You braced yourself against the door, pushing it much more open than you ever intended.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, startled by your presence.

You covered your eyes and hoped he didn’t notice that one of your hands was tucked away under your pajamas.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you cried out.

You heard the rustling of blankets before the sound of him falling out of the bed. You winced. It sounded like he hit the floor hard.

“A—are you okay?” you asked timidly.

He groaned. “I’ll be fine. But could… Could you shut the door?”

“Wi—with me like outside it?”

“I don’t care,” he sighed.

You quickly slammed the door shut. The hallway was much colder than Vash’s room. You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fluids pooling in your underwear. You leaned against the door and shut your eyes. You thought of tranquil things: the night sky, a hot cup of tea, sleeping in. Just as you felt relaxed enough to head back to your room, the door opened, sending you straight into Vash’s arms. Your back pressed up against his chest.

You wanted to die. “I wasn’t being creepy. I promise.”

“You were,” he laughed. “But it’s alright.”

You freed yourself from his grasp and cleared your throat. He had haphazardly wrapped a sheet around his waist. It hung low enough that you could see a hint of pubic hair.

“Well! I’ll be going now,” you said robotically. It was what you felt like you should say considering the circumstance.

“You, uh… You could stay.”

“Do you want me to?”

“I mean…”

You were hanging on his every word.

“You can say no.” He paused. “But I wouldn’t mind if you—”

“If I what?” you blurted out.

He smiled. “You know… Helped me out.”

You were more than happy to jump at the opportunity. You followed him to the bed, but stood next to it awkwardly as he laid back down on it. Your nerves were getting the best of you. You almost keeled over when he kicked away the sheet that had been hiding his aching cock. Precum dribbled from his slit. You gripped his shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was so thick, you knew you weren’t prepared to have something that girthy inside your cunt.

You let go and crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself on top of him. You slowly took his cock in your mouth, watching as a blush overtook his tanned skin. You rolled your tongue against the tip, savoring the sweet fluid leaking out.

He groaned and placed his hand on the base of your skull. He ever so slightly pushed down, sending his cock deeper in. You breathed through your nose as it filled your mouth.

“Go—good girl,” he stammered.

He began to rut against your face, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. His pubes brushed up against the tip of your nose. His moans grew louder, more urgent. He whimpered your name as his body tensed up. He was close. You could feel it. His cock twitched as a trickle of his cum dripped down your throat. He dropped his hand and gripped the sheets. You bobbed your head and your mouth filled with his cum. It dripped down, collecting at the base of his shaft. You lapped it all up, leaving no trace. It lacked the typical piquant taste you were used to; it was sweet and oddly refreshing.

You rested your head on his thigh. “Do you mind if I stay—if I sleep here?”

He patted your head and stifled a laugh. You looked up expectantly.

“I was kinda hoping we’d do more than sleep.”

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