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sluttywoozi · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 20: Overstimulation + S.Coups
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For @gyuwoncheol and 🦁
Rating: M (18+) | WC: 707
Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader | Genre: smut
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Warnings: mention of a safeword, overstimulation, piv sex, creampie
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Seungcheol grunts as he pounds into you, one of his hands braced next to your head and the other holding your leg up, keeping you spread open for his moving hips. You’re crying, shaking, writhing beneath him, but he doesn’t stop. Even as your cunt flutters and seizes around him, even as tears roll down your cheeks, even as you beg and plead and whimper, he still doesn’t stop. 
“You asked for this, baby. You asked me to do this to you,” Seungcheol reminds you, his voice rough with pleasure and his thrusts rough with need. 
“I know,” you hiccup. “But it’s so much, Cheollie, it’s too much!”
“You can take it, I know you can, sweetheart,” he soothes, dropping down to his elbow so he can pet your hair before cupping his hand over your head, keeping you from being fucked into the wooden headboard. “And you know what to say if you really need me to stop.”
You whine, pouting underneath him and stubbornly staying silent, which he takes to mean, “Go harder.”
So he does, fucking into you deeper and deeper until the room is filled with the sounds of his hips meeting yours, of his dick pushing through your arousal, of his pleasure and your pleasure-pain. It’s all music to his ears, the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard, and as he fucks you into the mattress, he decides to add one more sound. 
“You love this, don’t you, you love this fucking cock. Tell me you love this cock, baby.”
“I l-love your c-cock, Cheol,” you stutter weakly, the impact of his thrusts stealing your strength. 
“Yeah you do, honey,” he laughs breathlessly. “You take it like you were made for me.”
His heavy balls slap against your ass with every buck of his hips, your walls hugging his throbbing dick and your wetness splattering all over his thighs as he pumps into you. His rhythm breaks when you lift your other leg up and wrap it around his hip, bringing him closer to you and letting him sink in even deeper. He presses down on the leg he’s holding, tilting your hips up so he can drag the head of his cock over your g-spot and smirking when you yelp at the feeling. 
Your cunt ripples around him, squeezing so tight he can barely move, and he just knows you’re close. He doesn’t have a free hand to get at your clit right now so he just grinds his pubic bone into you, fucking you deep and dirty until your cries reach a fever pitch. A silent scream parts your lips and your eyes roll back into your head as you cum, arousal seeping out of your stretched entrance even with his cock plugging you up. 
It takes everything in him not to break when you’re so fucking tight and hot and wet around him, but he wants you to fall apart just one more time before he gives you everything he has. 
Which is why when your soul returns to your body and your gaze returns to him, he shifts your leg onto his shoulder and brings his hand to your clit. 
“Again.” 
“I can’t, Cheollie, please, I can’t,” you cry, trying to buck away from his touch. He doesn’t let up, keeps swirling his fingers over your swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves as he plunges into you, again and again and again. 
“Yes, you can,” he insists, hauling your other leg over his shoulder and sitting up to put more force behind his hips. Your walls spasm wildly, your eyes clenching closed, and he drives into you one last time before stilling his hips and pinching your clit, pulling you over the edge with him. You cum hard and so does he, his vision going starry as his cock jumps inside of you, painting your pussy white and filling you to the brim. 
After a few minutes, his brain starts producing thoughts and his mouth can form around words again. He pets your hair, lets out a soft laugh, and exhales a teasing, “See? Told you you could.” 
You land a weak smack on his shoulder and promptly fall asleep. 
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strawberri-draws · 11 months
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Whats up with Zuko and the dragon egg? Whats ur au abt 👀
It's mostly an amalgamation of all my fav zuko fic tropes lol. Basically like a month into banishment, iroh decides to cheer zuko up and takes him to the sun warriors island. Zuko of course immediately gets involved in shenanigans tm and somehow winds up (reluctantly) being entrusted with the last dragon egg (druk!). Iroh is somehow oblivious to this and thinks zuko just really needed that weekend retreat. Zuko's mental state drastically improves with a pet to take care of, and basically is too busy keeping druk busy to be angsty lol.
When aang rolls around he's like "oh…I guess I should capture you- wait omg can I pet your bison??" Basically just morally neutral zuko keeping druk out of trouble (and then defeating the father lord on the way, somehow)
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stealingyourbones · 2 years
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Short DP X DC Prompts #164
Ghosts have a very funky voice box which lets them create sounds that people are unable to make.
Ghosts can trill at certain frequencies that can display various emotions and all ghosts simply just *know* what they mean. Everything from trust, fear, happiness, sadness, mirth, everything. Imagine the trilling sounds a cat makes.
Possible addition:
Danny gets attacked by Jason while he’s fully out of it with pit madness and a trill of fear escapes him.
The pit madness almost instantly clears because a strange shrill noise is heard in the middle of his victims whimpering and Jason is overwhelmed by the feeling of scared ghost child. must protect must help. Protect protect PROTECT and just snaps back to reality to a very terrified ghost kid who’s extremely injured who he’s backed into a corner.
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just-an-enby-lemon · 24 days
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Carter: As Oscar once said: "everything is about sex, except sex, sex is about power."
Wilde: I never said that!
Carter: Yes, you did!
Barnes: Well that sounds like something you would say.
Wilde: Last time you agreed with Carter that "You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear" was something I would say. Your opinion does not count.
Barnes: Wait, you didn't say that?
Carter: Nah. I did got that one wrong it was Campbell actually.
Zolf: *who was listening from the side room and entered invoked by Campbell's name* No it wasn't. Campbell isn't a hack.
Carter: Ohoho, Oscar, he called you a hack? Are you gonna let him?
Wilde: Not he didn't! Because I never wrote that. I never spoke that. And I resent anyone thinking I did.
Barnes: Okay, so who said it?
Carter: I still think it was Oscar.
Wilde: *doing calming breathing exercises*
Barnes: Don't be like that Oscar, Carter is just being himself. In fact, didn't you once said "be yourself, everyone else is already taken"?
Zolf: *who knows that Wilde never said any of this things* *breaks laughing*
Carter: Yeah, it was right after "never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary".
Wilde: I hate all of you.
Zolf: Why? Wasn't you the one going "there is only one thing in life worse than being talked about" well we are talking about you.
Wilde: I never... wait... no...I actually did say that one.
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daydadahlias · 22 days
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in terms of the most embarassing things that have happened to me lately, the fact that someone had to Remind me i wrote a 40k novella last month because i completely forgot about it is up there for sure.
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maddy-ferguson · 5 months
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thinking about the haterest tweet i've seen this week that said rachel being on the 30 under 30 list but not ayo is crazy one of them was so much better than the other in bottoms when she (ayo) was literally one of the judges and was on the list last year...
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Me: Aw, I'm sad, I haven't really been engaging with fandom at all these past couple of months. Am I not doing okay?
This blog: 🤨
The 1200 word meta I'm going to post later tonight: 🤨
All the meta posts in my drafts: 🤨🤨🤨
The extensive tags in my reblogs: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
My notes app with random snippets of ideas for GO fanfic: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
My folder of 32 more fleshed out GO fanfic drafts: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
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sparklingchim · 11 months
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shocking update 🫢 but i actually opened a doc and continued writing a teeny tiny bit for the ego season couple 🫢 i can't believe it as well who am i who is this person?? i dunno her 😧😧
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dericelem · 5 months
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me when merman!lewis
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florbelles · 1 year
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WIP WEDNESDAY.
tagged by @fourlittleseedlings, @henbased & @unholymilf (and many others over the past month, tysm <3), ty beloveds!! sending no-pressure tags to @adelaidedrubman, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @shellibisshe, @shallow-gravy, @indorilnerevarine, @jendoe, @phillipsgraves, @leviiackrman, @loriane-elmuerto, @arklay, @morvaris, @risingsh0t, @nightbloodraelle, @gwynbleidd, @noonfaerie, @shadowglens, @roofgeese, @nuclearstorms, @denerims, @afarcry5fromstraight, @strafethesesinners, @blissfulalchemist, @confidentandgood, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @poetikat, @strangefable, @purplehairsecretlair, @nokstella, @galeboettichergf & anyone else can @ me xx
have a Fairly Lengthy bit of fortune’s fool aka the isabela prequel aka family tree to compensate for the fact that i have been promising it for like a year and also have not posted anything for months :))
“A cafe.”
Isabela only nods once and lips the cup to her lips, takes a scalding, bitter sip.
“Which cafe.”
Does it matter, Isabela will want to ask, but will not. It matters for no other reason but this: that Elena does not believe her.
It would, perhaps, be better to leave it that way. A lie cannot harm you.
Shame, however, most certainly can.
She will understand later that the shame of a moment and the shame of a lifetime are two entirely different things. This is the moment when she might have chosen the former. Instead she chooses the latter, and says simply, “You would not know it. I went to Rome.”
This is enough to shut Elena’s mouth, an audible click of her teeth.
She will not question Isabela’s presence in Rome; she has not done so in years, when their paths first crossed, through the downstairs neighbor of the time (moved now, a divorce, or the want of divorce, or the inability to divorce, or the necessity of divorce, it all was the same in the end), with Stefan. An American, come here with his American notions about them and their country and their city and their God. A true Catholic, the way Isabela had never been, the kind that she had only ever understood existed in theory; the kind of Catholic that went to church religiously, who went to see God, not to be seen when ceremony demanded it.
A school friend of the downstairs son-in-law’s, a former colleague, now a priest.
A waste, Elena had shrugged upon learning; not lascivious in tone, but the implication clear.
No matter. He was not Elena’s. He never was. He was hers, all hers. Hers and God’s; secretly, then, she is foolish enough to harbor the belief of that order.
“Everything I am,” she will tell Stefan one day, “I am because of you.”
He will laugh at this. “Not me, Isa. No one could ever change you.”
Ah, Stefan. The clairvoyance of God does not reach beyond the altar, it seems.
“You and your fucking Americans,” Elena mutters now, and she means Stefan, she means the other man, the new man, the man they are now discussing.
“Are we lost?”
“No.”
“Do you live here?”
“No.”
“Yes.” Isa slowly sets her coffee down, the faint tremble of her hand only betrayed by the sloshing of the dark liquid. “Me and my fucking Americans.”
“Mama will be furious,” Elena says blithely, and Isabela’s hand shoots out, her nails digging into her sister’s skin, and Elena makes a sound of protest.
“Mama,” Isa hisses, “is not going to hear of it.”
Elena’s eyebrows arch slightly, but she slowly nods her head.
“I did not mean your gentleman friend,” Elena says a moment later.
Isabela’s eyes cut across the table.
No. She will not have meant the gentleman friend.
“My aunt,” she had blurted to him, then, the words springing to her lips without thought, without her consent. “My aunt lives here.”
She had not remembered until that moment, until she was caught out, here, so far from home, so far from Rome, a stranger across from her, perhaps who had been following her, perhaps whom she had followed, but had indisputably landed her in this place, in this position.
“You’re visiting your aunt?” he repeated, his smile slow, amused.
“Yes.” She lifted her chin, defiant. “I am.”
She did not know what possessed her, perhaps that look in his eye, the same one that Elena will have when she asks, which cafe?, which prompted her to ask, “Would you like to meet her?”
It was a ridiculous question. There was no reason this tourist should want to meet her aunt. It was still unclear if he particularly wanted to meet herself.
“Okay,” he agreed instead, nodding. “Sounds great. Lead the way.”
She had no choice, then. She ground her teeth.
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mirai-desu · 5 months
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So… I've dipped my toes into writing for a new fandom. Been working this since July and it actually was a very cathartic experience for me, because it got me enjoying the writing process much more again. I also chose to write the whole thing before posting it, and have chosen post it all at once because I prefer writing it way, as I could easily update my outline as I wrote it.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 8 months
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#me @ my youngest sister at 6.30 this morning: yooooooo can u draw me a fishy so i can get it tattooed on me?#i drew her some flowers so i want a paralell tattoo with her initials bc she has my initials on her#but i literally have not spoken to her since like may bc i do not talk to my sisters unless we r in the same room. no hate we just dont hav#a lot in common. it makes me a lil sad tho bc im curious abt them. my youngest sister is at least nice to me 😭#ive been thinking abt asking her for ages and last night i was asked abt my sisters so i was like. the time is now#while im still a bit elevated#which has been to my advantage bc i was able to stay v chatty and energetic while talking to ppl. and i think i made some friends#we bonded over fic reading. so theyre a bit. ya kno. girls gays and theys of science#we make the world go round. but its so interesting to hear them talk abt coming to school here bc they both liked where they were and r#leaving their support systems. and im like bruh if i didn't leave the southwest i was gonna die. im so happy to b here#support system? whats that. i talk to my parents once a month and that's it lol. but im gonna try to establish one here#and try to actually make actual friends. this school is way better abt making grad students interact#my last school was not at all like that. but anyway i had fun#and i mean im only at the start of the semester. and im in a good mood. and i kno things will get stressful#but im just really happy i got accepted here#and the longer im here the more clearly i can see how much i was suffering#the funny thing is tho that i wrote this last night and only hours later i was squirming in frustration bc the fact that im back in therapy#means i feel a greater obligation to not b actively self destructive. evil coping mechanisms my beloved#this is y my mum wanted me back in therapy bc im a goodie 2 shoes and when my counselor is like: did u do X the next time i see her. ill b#honest and itll b annoying >:-[ ugh#its just hard for me to b around ppl a lot bc i get stuck in mental loops bc ocd. which is exhausting. and i want it to stop#and i want to do bad things to make it stop but i wont bc im trying to b better#its just funny to me that ill go from everythings awful to everythings great i shoukd talk to my sisters and make friends and do this and#this and this. to oh god i cant do this anymore in such short time frames with certainty that how im feeling is how ive always felt#ive also noticed that my peaks of high energy do come before stressful events. which does make me worry for future stressful events. like#defending. i mean ive never gone fully off the tracks but its a lil alarming when it feels like the train is going at a million miles an hr#unrelated#meanwhile my other sister is apparently in Colorado but when i saw the pics is was like: YOU BITCH#R U CLOSE TO ME RN??? but no. Colorado is far away
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megaerakles · 1 month
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My video screen on my flight last night kept freezing and restarting every so often but it all works out in the end cause I used those moments of being unable to zone out to tv to actually push or the rest of the draft for the April Fools fic which means I’m free to work on other projects again 😊
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cmonangel · 2 months
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tell me why im finally working on my wip that i haven't had time to work on since the summer so i completely forgot everything id written and im rereading random parts and im like this is adorable and so good wtf??!!
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daydadahlias · 1 year
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Pottery Barn
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It’s Anna’s ( @ashtcnirwin​ ) birthday!!! Again!! isn’t it crazy how she has one every year?? anyway, I wrote her some craft club fic again bc I love her very much and am very happy she was born (dont tell her i said that) and craft club is literally all she ever asks for. Happy Birthday <3
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Summary: Ashton rents out a pottery barn for the evening. 
Word Count: 3,727
Warnings: Moms
Rating: T
Read on AO3
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compacflt · 5 months
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Have you been to the Nimitz museum in Fredericksburg or know what's there? I'll have an opportunity to go there in the new year and was wondering if you had any recommendations for stuff to read up on before going? I've got some very shallow knowledge about the Pacific War and feel like it'll be a lot more rewarding if I go in more prepared.
you should talk to @misanderousmisfit who visited the Nimitz museum very recently!! i have to admit i have literally never stepped foot in Texas.
i really know very little about the pacific theatre of WWII, shamefully. most of my WWII knowledge is related to the ARMY on the western front 1943-1945. (I know a weirdly large amount about the battle of the Ruhr pocket for instance.) ummm, maybe watch the movie “Midway”? It’s been a long time (5 years ish) since I saw it but i believe “Hacksaw Ridge” is also about the Pacific theatre, though what I really remember from that movie is a lot of weird religious moralizing and andrew Garfield doing a very weird accent etc. Though I was 15 when I watched it so maybe my memories are a little skewed. And I continue to recommend Craig Symonds’ new Nimitz biography, which I read last January (after he signed my copy 😋)
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