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murdrdocs · 8 months
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thinkin abt messy audible sex w stiles
It’s like your senses are heightened, the ability to take in absolutely every single thing happening around you a new addition to your usual life. Maybe, if you weren’t in these specific circumstances, you would be a little freaked out. Heart racing for another reason, a different type of overstimulation seeping into your body and sending you running instead of chasing the sensations. 
But with Stiles above you, left hand pressed into the pillow under your head, right hand gripping your bare hip like his life depends on it, you’re able to use your enhanced-like senses to your advantage. You’re able to smell the remnants of Stiles’ cologne and your perfume as your combined sweat washes it off, replacing the traditionally pleasant scents with untraditionally aromatic smells of sex. You’re able to feel Stiles’ silky soft hair under your fingertips, and the easy way his cock slides in and out of your welcoming walls. But most of all, you’re able to hear the sound of you and Stiles together, the wet squelch of your cunt taking his inches with each thrust, the near silence of the refusal to let him go as he pulls back. 
When you’d first started a couple of orgasms ago, you could barely hear all of that, your moans and Stiles’ praises drowning the sound out. Then after your third orgasm, you’d gone silent, your euphoria rendering you speechless, soundless even. It’s then that you could hear it all, Stiles noticing first as he shushed you with a just as audible kiss. 
“Listen to that. You hear that?” He waited for your response, amber eyes flickering between each of yours. When you did hear it, mouth dropping a little as your eyes hazed over, he smirked, a curt amused chuckle falling from his lips before he kissed you once more. “Making fuckin’ music, baby.” 
Usually, Stiles fucked you with as least some sort of percision, some technique that he'd picked up which always made you mess. But you were already a mess, and Stiles' style of fucking you tonight was messy. Uncoordinated thrusts that had you wanting more and less. Fingers added along with his cock, the slightest stretch having you seeing stars. Circling your clit and spitting on it and even fucking speaking to your cunt. He's like a different person.
You were fucking gushing around him, a product from the first orgasm Stiles had given you with his fingers, then the second with his tongue, and the impending third from his cock. You’ve been in a position similarly to this one before, but your abundance of arousal was unusual, probably an effect of Stiles’ new haircut and particularly cocky attitude today. 
Both had you wanting him more than usual, trying to keep your hormones subdued even though it made them worse. Pretending like you didn’t want Stiles eventually had you pressing yourself against him when you were alone, close to begging for him to touch you but you’d never have to beg Stiles, he thinks it’s a privilege to have you like this. 
To him, his form of heaven is bringing you to the edge again and again. It’s why he’s bolstering right now, chattier than usual as he praises you for even being this wet for him. It starts off as praise, and it starts with him talking to you, but then you feel as if he’s talking more to himself. 
“So, so good for me, sweetheart. You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Think about you all day. My girl. Letting me treat her like a little slut. Don’t even know what to do with myself most of the time. Can’t do anything but jack off, thinking about how good you taste, how good you feel.” 
And as much as you like hearing Stiles talk, you just need to hear what the two of you sound like a little more. So you bring him down to you, nails digging into his scalp to silence him even as you push your lips to his. Then, you pull back enough to speak to him, a commanding, “listen” let out into the air. 
Stiles smiles against your lips, and then he listens.
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55566688833 · 5 months
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I'm starting to think some of you aren't being serious when we talk about the eroticism of the machine ☹
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korrinamoe · 11 months
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Nesta wanted to go on vacation. Cassian knew just the spot… except he’s banned from going there. They thought they were so sneaky, going to isolated beaches. But they were caught. Nesta tussled with the members of the Summer Court’s PPD a bit before Cassian suggested they just face the consequences. ⁣
Cassian knows he’s gonna be in so much trouble when Rhysand finds out what happened. Nesta doesn’t care, knowing her sisters will have her back. Buuuut they call Gwyn to bail them out. No one else needs to know about this for now.😂⁣
Had to draw them inspired by this tweet!
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taintedmind666 · 7 months
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Pov Hermann
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fetlockflowers · 5 months
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Aaahh! Major Kira ❤️
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abihastastybeans · 10 months
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@hinnymicrofic - July 2023
Prompt no.6: Desperate (ao3)
“I was so proud that day, y’know…”
“Which day?” Harry looked down at her.
“When you kissed me,” Ginny smiled at him, “after the match.”
Harry grinned. “I am sure you were.” He looked up at the clear sky and the stars and slung an arm around her. They were sitting a few yards away from the rest of the Weasleys, who were all lounging lazily after a gruelling Quidditch match. “You showed the entire school that you weren’t just an amazing Chaser but also a very talented Seeker.”
Harry looked surprised when Ginny swiftly nudged his side. “That’s not what I am talking about!”
“Then?” Harry frowned.
“I was proud that I waited, got over you but still managed to bag you,” she said, raising her chin.
He laughed. “You have no idea how much I was pining after you that year.”
“Oh, stop joking.” When Harry simply smiled at her, she asked, “Wait- really?”
“Yes, really,” Harry chuckled. “Ginny, I was desperate .”
“Look at that,” Ginny grinned, throwing her arm over his shoulder. “We were both losers.”
“We kind of were.”
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ferrettaur · 2 months
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words that contain "taur"
taur
taurs
centaur
minotaur
taurus
restaurant
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jukeboxtheatre · 1 year
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Julie’s instagram: *a picture of luke*
Julie: My boyfriend. Thoughts?
Alex: And prayers 🙏
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samorsomethin · 7 months
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Hi hello!!! enjoy a woopy friend!!!
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zazzander · 10 months
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I need to write a scene where Octavian just rants at Apollo about how his haikus are bad and all the rules he's breaking. And just getting very passionate about poetry. Which actually makes Apollo like him more because Apollo is the god of poetry and I think he pretends to be bad at it because modern people think poetry is pointless. And so he's just like, "maybe we could workshop it?" And Octavian is so surprised that he calms down and is like, "yeah okay." And that's one of the reasons why they were buddies.
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bubble-popping · 3 months
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drunz but they're sun and moon gods.
Dream is so bright he's blinding, a being made of hot plasma and energy with the most radiant smile. He's kind but he's firm, he's unwavering and all-encompassing. Everything revolves around him. All Punz can do is stare. Even as the rays burn their eyes, they watch with a longing the depth of the cosmos. They are stuck, relegated to a safe distance away from the sheer gravitational force of Dream's presence that would surely ignite and devour him without a second thought.
They've loved him for as long as they can remember. Since Dream's light first hit their face and illuminated their world. They know that without him, they are nothing. No light of their own, their orbit determined by celestial bodies much bigger and more powerful than them.
One day, the glory of Dream's fiery existence will explode and consume everything in a brilliant display of destruction. Punz only hopes to survive long enough to witness it all.
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mymindisfrayed · 7 months
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The child walks up to the pedestal, little feet taking hesitant steps, and leaves crunching beneath bare feet.
The sword is shining in ethereal light, and the woods fall silent. All that can be heard is the soft chiming of invisible bells.
Little hands grasp the hilt, and as he pulls, there is the feeling of many larger hands grasping his own, lending their strength.
The chiming stops. The sword leaves it’s stone sheathe. There is a figure standing before him, much taller and not quite human. Though their face is blank, he can see traces of exhausted sorrow in their blue eyes, and feel comforting warmth from their presence.
“Hello,” They speak softly, crouching down.
He startles and stares, but does not move. There is a phantom ache in his chest. A whisper of I know you.
“It is good to see you again, Link.”
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reanimatedgh0ul · 2 years
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saipng · 2 years
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i wish succession had filler episodes actually. i know it wouldn’t make any sense narratively at all and whatsoever, but i want it. i wanna see an episode where tom and greg get locked in at royco after hours. it’s halloween. they can’t seem to leave the floor. they’re the only two souls around. they somehow find a bottle of whiskey and have a party in logan’s office and accidentally uncover an even worse conspiracy than cruises. tom tells greg a story about a ghost haunting the office floors that he just made up, and then starts believing in it himself. the lights flicker and they lose their shit. they think a killer is after them and they’re about to die and confess to each other. a very confused and tired security guard tells them to please leave the premises. the next day they act like nothing happened but tom invites greg for dinner and greg accepts
….yeah this is basically the plot to spongebob’s graveyard shift episode and what about it
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isimp4shrimp · 2 years
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Emotionally I’m here
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thotkumi · 1 year
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when you want to give blood in fodlan you have to answer questions like this
- do you have the bubonic plague (also known as the black death)
- were you a member of jeralt’s mercenary between the years of 1165 and 1177
- have you ever met sylvain jose gautier
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