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connoisseur-of-love · 6 months
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People 'love' to have morally grey characters. but then draw the line at the morally grey characters if they have even an ounce of dubious thoughts regarding sexuality/sex
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You know your mental health is fucked up when you start getting triggered by small ghar ke kalesh which you used to listen to on a daily basis.
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years
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I had the stupidest idea for a shitpost and, of course, just had to draw it.
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natnuszsstuff · 2 months
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My friend: Hay are you ok? Like mentally? Me, re-watching 1st season of Supernatural: Yeah why you ask? My friend: My friend: No reason...
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Hi! Love your writing! Can I request a stoic hero x suave flirty villain? Really spicy please? (Like with villain being kinda sub) Ty in advance for even reading this ask
Spicy
I love you.
The hero lost count of how many times this sentence had lingered on their tongue, ready to slip out when they were losing it all together. No matter how maniacal the villain’s flirtatious advances got though, they managed to stay calm, keep their mouth shut and let their enemy do the dirty talk. Fighting a wall was easier than this.
Not putting a label on it seemed reasonable. A month ago, the villain had dragged themselves into the hero’s apartment and after a week of nursing and healing wounds, the tension between them was thick enough to be cut by a knife. It was clear to both of them that they’d either kill each other soon or rack the hero’s bedframe.
One time turned into two, turned into countless times.
Along the way, the hero forgot the touch of other people, forgot every other lover they’d ever had and with that, every other preference that wasn’t the villain’s.
They started living together but it wasn’t official. It didn’t get addressed at all. If the villain started to see someone else, there was absolutely nothing the hero could do about it.
It made them uneasy. Nervous. It was a novel feeling, too. Relationships weren’t this difficult, were they? Overwhelmed and tired, they found something close to an answer when they touched the villain.
They sucked a hickey into the villain’s chest, lost in thought. Denial invaded their mind like a parasite. Love was a lot, wasn’t it? It was too big of a word, too complex to describe what they were having…
“Fucking Christ,” the villain whined. “Greedy today, huh?”
The hero wasn’t religious by any means but what they were doing was blasphemous, right?
For as long as they could remember, the villain was the enemy. They were the reason why they‘d started training to be a hero and now…well, they didn’t know if this was against the law, too. Racing thoughts didn’t stop them from sucking another hickey into the villain’s abdomen, drawing more and more desperate sounds and heavy panting from the villain.
Biting down into the soft skin, they let their fingertips run over the villain’s sensitive inner thighs. They felt them twitch, heard them moan a fucked-up version of the hero’s name. Hell, what that did to them was…
They let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.
In response, the villain tugged on the hero’s hair, head thrown back as they pushed their hips up and suddenly, the hero didn’t know where to place themselves in this whole picture. Unsure of the role they were playing in the villain’s life, allowing themselves the childish dream of what they could be. God, wretched knife in their chest and all.
If talking could be easy. Fuck, they’d probably be married.
“Easy,” the hero warned. They caught the villain’s hip with one hand and pushed them back into the mattress. A naked hand on naked skin. This was insane.
“You’re so pretty,” the villain’s words garbled but the hero blushed nonetheless. “Fuck, let me—”
In some way, the villain achieved to get on top, drunk on pleasure, nails digging into the hero’s thick shoulders. They leaned forward.
“You look good under me,” they promised sweetly, their voice close to a whisper. They let their teeth sink into the hero’s neck but it didn’t come close to painful.
“Go to hell,” the hero whispered back.
“Dragging you with me. Can’t withstand these muscles.” To demonstrate their statement, they scratched their fingernails across the hero’s abdominals, making them hiss and leaving bright red marks. Four stripes, coding the hero as theirs.
“You little devil.”
“You’re into that…”
“Am not.”
“Oh, please. Don’t get yourself all worked up. I love it when you’re this obedient.” They smiled, showing their perfect set of teeth. Luckily, the hero grabbed their wrists, stopping their scratching crusade and forcing their faces to meet again.
“Come here.” One hand cupped their face instantly as they pulled them in for a kiss.
And they kissed them hard. Hard enough to get back on top, hard enough to forget their thoughts, hard enough to ignore how much they hated themselves and their actions.
If the hero wasn’t bad with words, then this relationship could have a future.
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galaxygirl8880 · 2 years
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Cale *on the outside*: I'm fine
Cale *internally*: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
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serenityquest · 4 months
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sarcasmgal-blog · 7 months
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Ok @re-dracula just tear the whole heart right from out my chest
Fine ... good. This is fine. It's all fine. I'm fine.
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infpisme · 1 year
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cherrys-writings · 2 months
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I accidentally submitted one of my fics in place of an assignment for class! I think my professor read the whole thing 😭😭😭😭😭
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feuer-bluete · 2 months
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brownsplodge · 2 years
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@bones-of-a-rabbit
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Love ur story
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techn0tony · 8 months
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Today is sucking a lot, and my anxiety has sky-rocketed, so I am going to be making an unreasonable amount of art to cope ... haha ...
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3-oclock-tea · 4 hours
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I finally got to the first the x files movie and I'm 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WTF YOU GUYS the almost kiss!!!!!!!!! I'm obsESSED with almost kisses!!! I'm killed dead I'm
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meromidas · 2 days
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oh look, it’s another snippet!! this one is longer, and mostly dialogue. i love me some dialogue <33
one of my favorite fics im working on, even if it’s really, kinda concerning.. this fic came to me in a dream!! i domt wanna spoil it too much, but i often refer to this as “the charlie pov fic”, and sometimes “the scars fic”.
snippet under the cut!
“And just what do you think you’re doing, Miss Charlotte?”
She did not shriek, or squeal, or jump a foot in the air. Anybody who said so was a liar. What she did do was whip around to face Alastor.
He looked like shit, honestly. There were dark circles under his eyes, his suit had barely-there wrinkles, like he slept in it or something, and Charlie swears there are spots of dried blood littering said suit.
“Well?”
“I was coming to check on you.”
“Oh, is that so? Didn’t anyone teach you to knock? Or did your father not do that, either.”
“Okay, he may not- Ughhh. I tried knocking, I really did, but then you weren’t answering, and I thought something happened and I just—”
“Did it ever occur to you that I might not’ve been in the room?”
“I mean, yes? But with how you were acting recently, I was just really worried that something happened. I just wanted to come by and apologize for the other day. I haven’t seen you at all since then..”
“Well, I can assure you that I am absolutely fine! You don’t need to worry about me.”
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