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adhd-merlin · 10 months
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some people really be out there typing fanfics longer than war and peace in their free time and then going on about their life like it's no big deal. how fucking incredible. like no offense to tolstoy but that was like. his whole job
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hajihiko · 3 months
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Just you and me and me and you just us and our mutual very close friend Steve
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wasyago · 7 months
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old men
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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Gaslighter? I hardly know her!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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shanxy180 · 6 months
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no kissing in the circus !
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Not Ethan Hawke from The Dead Poets Society being in a music video for THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT!!
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ghouljams · 1 month
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“#distribution system is a pillow Princess/sub!ghost fic”
😳 h-holy shit. I think the world went white when I read this. Like a flash bang went off. Oh my god.
You hold his face between your hands, your thumbs gently stroking over his scarred cheeks. Your eyes are so soft, they look at him like he's something fragile, something precious. Ghost holds your wrists like a lifeline, desperately begging to be grounded in this moment. Your lips move without sound, he wishes he could hear it, could hear your voice like the trumpets of revelations. The light shines behind your head like a halo, it must be a halo, divinity shining through your skin. Everything hurts.
"Stay with me," He begs, his throat dry and his bones aching.
"Of course," You pet over his buzzed hair, your voice as soft as early spring, "I'm not going anywhere."
You kiss his temple, let him settle his hands on your waist and lean into the touch, hungry for it. You're not going anywhere. He's not either, this is the last stop. He can just be here. Ghost traces his fingers over your skin with reverence, his eyes on yours as you tip his head back. It's good, you're finally in your rightful place over him, larger than life in all your kindness. He could let you swallow him whole, he wishes you would. Then he could be a part of you, a part of something worthwhile, something good and kind. Whatever he's done in life-
"Stay with me Simon," You murmur, as if he'd ever want to be anywhere else. Of course, he wants to echo, of course. You lean to brush your lips over his cheek, it hurts, white hot just under his eye. You slice your line through him, ask again, your voice so distant and yet so close beside his ear, "Stay with me."
His lips move around your name, breathe in, exhale. His hands hold you, drag over your skin as he tips his head to press his lips against your neck. Can he have this? Is this allowed? Are apostles meant to worship their god through such sinful means? He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers through the wet heat he finds there. You're so soft.
You whine, such a pretty noise, and he kisses you again. He mumbles your name against your skin, traces his lips against your pulse, desperate to feel your life. Everything he does is for you, every breath he takes, every beat of his heart, each blink, each touch of his fingers. Nothing matters to him like you do. You're so warm, dripping over his hand, the noises your sweet pussy make when he presses his fingers into you are perfect, and obscene.
"My Simon," You breathe, "You're so good for me." It hurts between his ribs, cracks his sternum, you could take him apart with so many words. "You never tell me what you want," You coo, "Never ask for anything."
"Want to make you come," He mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of it, he doesn't deserve to ask for your love, but he can approximate it, "want to be useful to you."
"You are, Simon," You whisper, he jerks against you at the jolt that goes through him, "because I love you."
It spins in his mind like tires stuck in mud. It's not right. He wants it too badly for it to be right. You couldn't. Even when he was leaving you couldn't. Ghost swallows. It's cold in here.
He blinks his eyes open to a hospital ceiling. Everything hurts. He reaches his hand to feel whatever is covering his left eye with a grunt of pain. His fingers twitch and another sharp jolt of pain zips through him.
"I wouldn't," Price tells him. Ghost turns his head to look at him, adjusting to the new blind spot. He's sitting in an arm chair beside the hospital bed, his chin perched on his palm, fingers curled over his mouth and leg bouncing. Ghost wonders how long it's been since his last cigar. Price sniffs. "Down two fingers, gonna hurt for a while."
Ghost turns his head to look back at the ceiling. The fluorescents buzz, a whine only he ever seems able to hear. At least the sky would've been a nice thing to end on.
"Nearly lost you on the table," Price continues, Ghost can hear him standing, "I'll let the nurse know you're up."
Ghost swallows again, tries to feel his tongue in his mouth, so dry it may as well glue itself to his teeth. "Where's my wife," He croaks. Price's footsteps stop, something heavy falling over the air. There are a thousand things he could say, a thousand comforts he could offer.
"You're not married," He tells him, and leaves.
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drizztdohurtin · 1 month
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NSFW Gale Headcanons
can y'all believe it's taken me this long to write content for everyone's favorite wife? i can't.
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-MDNI-
NSFW content under the cut
before the orb is stabilized, the impressions on his chest glow a radiant purple as he gets more and more excited
even something as simple as kissing you would trigger the glow, and it'd get brighter with any more intimate
he'd eventually have to stop and fully pull away from you if it got worryingly bright, or if it started to hurt
but once it's stabilized, he's going to make up for all of the hours of intimacy he lost with you
that incredible body hair of his trails all the way down - and it's all maintained so well
Gale's so beautiful, it makes sense that his dick is also beautiful
seeing him naked for the first time in all his glory is earth-shattering
trailing your eyes (and hands) from his chest and down the soft hair covering him that further draws you down his center until you reach his cock, eagerly waiting, aching, for your touch
please take care of him, please give him every mortal experience you can - Gale has never had someone take care of him, he's very used to being the sole giver in a relationship
if you're a natural giver, it would take him a while to get used to being the receiver, laying back and allowing you to love him
the last time someone went down on him, he was so young that all he can remember is how rushed and not very satisfying it was
and of course, M*stra never put any time into acts that were solely for his pleasure
The first time you do it would be the first time he's ever had a partner/romantic interest do something from a place of love, only for his pleasure
make love to him with your mouth!!!
if you want him to cum in your mouth he'd be nervous about it at first, maybe his previous partners found the prospect of that to be gross
he's already in love with you, but after the first time you give him oral, he'd be utterly enraptured by you
honestly, I could write a whole separate post dedicated to just going down on him because it would be a religious experience
everything with Gale is making love
everything with Gale is intimate
even when the sex is hot, heavy, fast, and passionate, he's still making love to you
He wants to bond with you
Gale wants to go down on you so bad please let him go down on you
Once he tastes you for the first time, giving you oral becomes one of his most favorite things to do - your taste is irresistible to him
he also loves making eye contact with you from between your legs
(afab!reader) he would want to make you cum on his tongue at least once before he even thinks about entering you
Gale is extremely versatile, being able to take on many roles in the bedroom and he's incredible at all of them
while I do see him having some preferences, he will do anything
he can be dominant or submissive, he can be a top or a bottom, literally whatever you want or whatever feels right in the moment
if he submits to you one night, he very well could dom you the very next night if you allow it
however, he's a big fan of that area between dominant and submissive where neither of you are particularly one way or the other
maybe the sex is so hot and heavy that it's almost like you both are dominant and submissive at the same time
or maybe the sex is so slow and intimate that neither of you take on a role of any kind
in terms of the preferences I mentioned, they aren't hard opinions so think of it as 'if he got to choose, most nights he would choose this'
He'd prefer to top, and he'd prefer to be dominant
like I said earlier, he is just so used to giving - and, with you, all he wants to do is give and please
With you, he will always ensure your pleasure before his
but he loves the moments of being so wrapped up in you that both of you are equally drowning in ecstasy
Gale loves to be close to you during sex, and he loves to feel your hands on him - especially in his hair
run your fingers through his hair, hold onto a bunch of it in your fist, pull on it a little bit, play with it, tuck strands of it behind his ears - literally whatever you want
He needs to feel you pressed impossibly close against him as he grasps at large areas of skin on your body, or rubs delicate patterns into the skin of your hips and waist
Gale's a big fan of praise and words of affirmation, he'd tell you how much he loves you and how good you make him feel, he'd tell you how perfect you are and he never wants the moment to end
If you did the same for him, he wouldn't realize how much he wanted to hear it until it happened - he'd absolutely melt
he's not one to swear much during sex, but he's known to drop the occasional "by the Gods."
he uses loving names for you, things like "my love" and "darling"
but if he knew that hearing him say your name does things to you, he'd use that to his advantage
To him, witnessing your orgasm is like witnessing the universe form - he's in awe
he's thrust even deeper in love when he remembers it was him that did brought you to your orgasm
he might do one of two things: lean away and watch you, fully entranced, especially if you're likely to give him eye contact
or, lean in even closer to you, kissing the side of your face or your neck in encouragement, holding you tight against him as each wave of your orgasms pulses through you
either way, he'd moan with you
(amab!reader) if he was bottoming for you, he'd more likely do the second one due to the way it feels when you cum inside of him - he probably wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open with how good it felt
Your orgasm would bring him so much pleasure, often sending him into his own shortly after
At the beginning of your relationship, his instinct would be to pull out before he came, though he'd find the act of cumming inside of you to be incredibly intimate and he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to do it
every time he orgasms he buries his face in your neck, his movements slowing significantly
He moans so beautifully and rocks his hips in tandem with each shot of his load that releases from him
as he comes down from his climax, his thighs might tremble and his breath will hitch as he lets out higher pitch, almost pleading moans
if he's inside of you, he'd like to stay that way for a minute or two as his vision returns to him, checking on you, asking you how you feel, kissing your lips and cheeks
After sex, he'd love to get cleaned up with you and return back to bed, holding you close until you fall asleep (if it's nighttime)
if it's daytime, he'd still love to hold you afterward, opting to talk to you or read to you instead
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the-bi-fangirl-biatch · 6 months
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"Sorry, single dad, gimme a second"
"...Are you still on the market?"
"But wife is long gone and I can't ride two of 'em"
Mobius, I think he gets it, you're single 🤭
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feniksido · 4 months
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Behold another gort (i never draw anything else)
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kelpermoosee · 3 months
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No longer homesick and all that
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labannori · 7 months
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Missing her soo much 💔💔
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xiaeom · 9 months
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simeon card redraw ^__^
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feminineenergylife · 29 days
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Date men who are happy to provide for you & spoil you🖤
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2023: low key & loved. 🔐
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socialbunny · 8 months
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 Skip has always found a way to work through his problems and turn them around with relative ease, but the sudden death of his wife, Brandi, has brought his mostly carefreeness towards his children  to a stand-still. With two freshly traumatized children and a newborn under his belt, can Skip juggle turning his shitty ass life around for his family, or will he crumble under the weight of his past mistakes?
Darleen hasn’t been the same since her husband, Darren, died, though she’d be quick to argue with you if you said anything of the sort. She’s FINE! She misses her husband, undoubtedly, but she’s not going to let that very, very, very tiny thing wreck her whole life, and she’s not going to let people give her grief about ANYTHING. Sure, she got fired from her job a few months back and hasn’t made any strides to find a new one, and she’s losing touch with her son as she goes and squanders all her responsibilities by partying and drinking on par with younger years, aaaaaaaaaaaaand the almost obsessive idealistic crush she’s developed on her neighbor is clouding the second half of her judgment, but she’s bounced back from worse and knows everything’s going to come up Darleen :) …………. hopefully
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