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stlamb · 12 days
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darby-rowe · 4 months
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coriolanus thinks you’re so, so pretty.
so when one day you’re tasked with taking photos of the academy for the school newspaper, you allow him to take some photos of you. i mean, he asked you so nicely, how could you say no?
your smile shines brightly in the photograph. coryo captured your beauty perfectly.
and when he takes the photos of you home with him, it’s not long until he’s furiously fisting his cock thinking of your pretty face.
and when he cums all over the photos of you, he’s thinking of shooting his load all over your actual face, painted in his thick, white ropes.
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writingsbychlo · 2 months
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pulling draco into a broom closet by his tie, he’s stumbling after you because the two of you just can’t get enough of one another. backed up into the wall, his hand on your throat, the other sliding up the inside of your thigh. cold rings on your neck as you gasp, the malfoy crest brushing your clit as he teases. his tongue in your mouth, your moan all over his lips as he pushes your panties aside. his fingers deep in you, the door isn’t even locked, there’s people rushing past but your legs are barely strong enough to hold you up, never mind move to lock it, as he just keeps going. one orgasm, two, three. “no time for everything else I want to do to you right now. maybe later, darling. for now, just give me one more, come on. just to keep you satisfied ‘til I get my hands on you again.”
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sillylittleraccoon · 6 days
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i love being myself.
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nuttrbuttrmunxh · 11 days
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I find it extremely interesting how someone could just wake up and pack a fat ass bowl and then get so aggressively turned on that they just start touching themselves with no afterthought (i am that someone)
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aphrogeneias · 2 months
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news from your least favorite writer (moi): i think our teacher!steve fic is going bye bye because i have no motivation to write right now, unless y'all wanna read a valentine's fic at the end of the month
i do have some valentine's rockstar!eddie x assistant!reader blurbs to work on so i think that's what i'm going to do today? lmk if you have any requests for those two
also, i've started on point of view chapter two, which is great and it makes me very happy, especially writing from reader's perspective now. still stuck on seven hours chapter three though, because everytime i go work on it i'm bitten by the "no one cares about this story" bug and it makes me close the google doc everytime, i need to squash that bug first
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georgecunt · 8 months
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dnf talking in bed between kisses and dream is trying to argue for it and george keeps telling him no so dream kisses him again. I miss writing
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KILLING MYSELF AT YOUR DOORSTEP THEY ARE SO CUTE AND LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH
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miamordanipedrosa · 7 months
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🧍help?
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baconcolacan · 1 year
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Mom said it's my turn on the Paul now
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HISS HISS WHO ARE YOU??? HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE??? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! GET AWAY FROM MY MANS!!!! HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS HISS-
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atherix · 6 months
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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: mumscarian Characters: Grian, Scar (hermitcraft), Mumbo Jumbo, Tubbo, FalseSymmetry, Cub (Hermitcraft) Additional Tags: Vampire Mumbo, Watcher Grian, Elf Scar, Mage Tubbo, return of Cub and the Fae King babyyyyyy, Tommy's gonna show up too later on Series: Part 25 of Midnight Summary:
False comes to collect on Cub and Mumbo's promise, and Scar and Grian head to the Fae realm to plan and prepare for Tubbo's Debut.
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ladyintree · 4 months
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@warpainte   /    taissa never thought of herself as impulsive;  she had a plan for everything and a very specific calculation for every step of the way,  no room for error or for changing her mind.  that included today —  her wedding day,  the day that everyone in her life had raved about that was supposed to be the best day of her life,  to marry her soulmate,  her person,  her one true love.  those words rang through her head bitterly,  a dark cloud looming over her as she realized she was making a mistake.  it shouldn’t have been a mistake,  it was part of the plan. she’d found the perfect woman who was like a ticket to the rest of her life —- something stable, something good.  something that didn’t have baggage because tai didn’t intend to carry hers into it;  she could truly just be,  start anew,  finally say goodbye to her trauma for years ago as if marrying some woman who wasn’t a part of it was going to erase it all from tai’s conscience.  
that’s what this was supposed to be—- one person to save her from everything that weighed so heavily on her.  not just the trauma from the wilderness,  but the love she still felt for the woman she was with back then.  mikayla never truly left her mind,  no matter how much tai had convinced herself that she didn’t matter to her anymore.  mikayla had to be a part of her past,  she didn’t make sense in her future and any life shared with her meant never truly moving on from the wilderness.  at least that’s what tai had assumed, too afraid to try anyway, because they’d already been through enough hurt,  and it felt easier to just accept that it was the end of them   (  even though that was never easy,  and it still isn’t,  because even on the day she’s supposed to marry the perfect woman,  mikayla’s the only one on her mind.  )  
you’ve found your person.  she doesn’t know how many times she’d heard that in the past few months,  but each time,  it made her feel smaller.  she did, it’s true — but her person wasn’t here,  and tai couldn’t force it with someone else,  no matter how hard she tried or how much she convinced herself that it would all fall into place eventually if she just accepted this as her life.  that was supposed to be easy,  but thoughts of mikayla had become overwhelming, and that was the real irony —-  mikayla was the person who used to calm her down when her mind raced too fast,  mikayla was the one she’d turn to feel like herself again,  to ground her,  to remind her what mattered.  maybe it would be easier to try to tie herself to someone else if she and mikayla ever truly got the closure they deserved,  but they didn’t,  because what was supposed to be the most relieving thing in the world had separated them not only by distance or by goals,  but by who they were,  because tai was desperately to reclaim her old life again,  and she had no idea what really happened with mikayla after the fact.  she heard the news,  she was swallowed by her own guilt of not being there,  but she never did anything.  it didn’t feel right, solidifying her new life with someone else without ever doing something.  the least mikayla deserved was some kind of closure.  but that’s not really what taissa wanted,  and she understood that the moment she thought it.
there’s no real reason for mikayla to take her back, not after tai had basically vanished,  even as mikayla was arrested,  even when mikayla probably needed her more than ever,  but taissa justified it by mikayla never reaching out herself,  assuming they were both supposed to be moving on.  what they had in the wilderness is likely what kept them both alive,  and not having it in the aftermath is what made taissa feel like she didn’t actually make it out.  she didn’t feel alive,  she barely felt like a person,  like she was just going through the motions,  speed-running through her life to get it back to where it was supposed to be before she lost it and her time in the wilderness took so much away from her.  she thought all that mattered was getting back to that and moving forward,  even if it meant tying herself to someone else who she could never love in the way the woman clearly deserved,  but that felt okay to taissa,  because she could justify it knowing she’d still treat her right.  but none of this was right,  not marrying her,  not the thought of leaving her today of all days,  and not the thoughts that have festered in her mind not only for the last few years, but even worse the last few weeks:  she was still in love with mikayla desousa,  and she always would be.  there was no escaping that.  there was no ignoring it, or burying it, or pretending it wasn’t real, because it was.  and as awful as it made her feel to leave her fiancee on their wedding day, she knows she’d regret marrying a woman who wasn’t mikayla,  even if mikayla would never actually take her back.
she deserved a conversation, a warning, but tai was afraid that if she let herself have that conversation or see the other woman at all,  she’d crumble, change her mind, and force herself into a life that would never make her happy.  she had to just go.  she raced out of the venue with no plan in place;  she didn’t change, she didn’t grab her things, she didn’t even know where mikayla was, but she knew who would — the one person she’d hoped not to see on this day.  she offered misty no explanation and no apology for giving her no invite to a day that had already fallen apart anyway,  and she refused to take her up on her offer to drive her to her destination.  this wasn’t about anyone else —  she needed to see mikayla alone.  and if she slammed the door in her face, at least then she’d know.  and she’d worry about the rest later,  the fallout, the abandoned fiancee, her reputation.  for once, right now, the fallout did not matter to her,  only focused on reuniting with the woman she loved.  
walking up to mikayla’s doorstep,  taissa hadn’t even processed what she looks like now:  still dressed in white,  the end of her coat train scoffed up from her travels,  her hair lightly tussled from the wind.  her eyes were surely bloodshot,  the lack of sleep reminding her of days when sleep had been the most terrifyingly uncertain thing for her to face,  made better only by the woman who was next to her each night.  she can’t dwell on it all;  all she can do is smooth out of her suit jacket and her hair and prepare to see someone who might have already sworn her off.   on the doorstep,  she waits for a moment,  straightens her posture,  takes a deep breath,  and collects herself.  mikayla fell in love with her confidence, and tai searches for it now,  hoping that the smile on her face isn’t filled with sorrow and regret and guilt, but rather something more familiar to mikayla — love.  she knocks on the door and prays that mikayla doesn’t hesitate,  because if she waits too long,  everything tai has done wrong and every impulsive choice she’s made today will hit her all at once,  and she’ll crumble from the weight of it all.  she just has to see her,  nothing will be okay until she sees her.  
the door opens,  and tai freezes.  a million things run through her mind — an explanation, an apology, a confession.  none of them come out.  suddenly,  everything she’s thought of saying the whole way here leaves her,  and all she can do is greet her in the most casual way she can think of.   ❝  hi,  mikayla.  ❞
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faehrys · 1 year
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MY BABY
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ofbloodshed · 4 months
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i’ve been talking abt clove angst but here are some cute headcanons teehee
she loves sweets. they’re a rarity back home, so whenever she gets the chance, she eats it until she feels sick. call it a girlish lack of inhibition.
she loves music. she has a hard time not tapping her foot, and if she really trusts you, she’ll even dance — but you are NOT leading.
though she’s not outwardly sentimental, she makes friendship bracelets woven with a single strand of her hair for the people she REALLY cares about. you might think it’s weird, but she sees it as a token of herself in the most literal form.
her favorite color is pink. she’s always drawn to bright, pretty things like a little girl. but pink in particular catches her eye without fail. of course, this is another fact she keeps to herself and the select few.
she’s a daredevil. back home, she would find ways to sneak into the quarry past nightfall, where she’d play gladiator all by her lonesome. it’s not uncommon to find her with scrapes and bruises.
her love language is gift giving. in keeping with the dog metaphor, she’ll bring you things she believes are of value if she favors you. sometimes it’s as small as a slice of bread she managed to sneak away from a kitchen table. other times it’s her favorite knife, though she’s more reluctant to give that to just anyone.
she’s a definite dog person. in two, she’d fall in love with strays and be heartbroken when her father would make her leave them behind. she understands their loyalty and finds fondness in their whimsy. dogs are about the only creatures she can be fond around without feeling weak.
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highhhfiveee · 6 months
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awake :p
good morninggggggg. unfortunately i have to be a real human today and work 💔 i’m anxious about it but i know i’m strong and can conquer the situation ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽 everything WILL be okay
hope y’all are enjoying the fics, i will be working on p2 of safety net today (((:
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goblincaptain · 25 days
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just your daily reminder that hob deserves the world and he's my favorite character of all time.
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