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dbnightingale24 · 9 months
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opinionatedoctopus · 2 months
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People that swap fic recs with friends: what is the fic that y’all bring up all the time? And why?
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vmbconcert · 1 year
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warandpeas · 11 months
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Mr. Pavlov
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innervoiceart · 2 years
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darbydraws · 7 months
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So you can get addicted to this X
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kneelingshadowsalome · 2 months
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Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?
Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️
Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…
Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...
Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–
The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.
There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.
Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?
“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.
She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.
Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…
“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.
“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.
She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.
“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”
“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”
“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”
Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.
He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...
“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.
And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.
“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”
Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.
A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.
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mysicklove · 5 months
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conditioning a boy to get horny just from hearing the petname you call him in bed :/
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toreodere · 1 month
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UH OH dumbass, you just got PAVLOVED!
Ring this bell to totally PAVLOV your pals.
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blondepw · 3 months
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i cant quite explain it but they’re all cousins
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writingsbychlo · 8 months
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just saw someone fancast henry cavill as hunt athalar on tiktok, there’s really people out there who’d just have him play every SJM male lead huh 💀 jfc this shit gettin ridiculous let’s just put a blond wig on him and make him elain feyre nesta mor aelin and aedion too while we’re at it
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murdrdocs · 29 days
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missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, outside, in the car, on a plane, on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, in the basement, against the window
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onismdaydream · 1 month
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Perce… once upon a time you mentioned getting triple teamed by Toji, Megumi and Naoya and I’m just here to say… yeah. Me too.
YEAH !!!!!!! omg i kinda wanna write something for it but i just cant even think about it without getting all lightheaded..... like to be smushed between those men.......
i feel like theyd take turns rather than trying to like dp/spit roast LMAO but i think ... naoya really wants to fuck you first because he doesnt want sloppy seconds.. toji lovessss how wet and messy and sensitive you are so he wants to go last........ megumi doesnt get to pick because hes the youngest so he gets outranked lol but he doesnt mind second because he can be a bit softer with you now that naoya isnt pushing you around and toji is fine with waiting, as long as he can have your hand or mouth around him BUT i also think this can very easily be changed around based on how certain dynamics work out
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heich0e · 10 months
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i always acknowledged that my fav part of writing fic was getting to see people interact/react to it, but i really didn't really think that my writing was necessarily motivated by it. in hindsight, when feedback/interaction started dropping on my fics a few months ago i unconsciously started feeling less motivated to write, and nowadays not only am i writing less but half of the fics i do finish i end up not posting because i sit back and think "mmm no one is gonna care about this." i'm not looking for sympathy, or reassurance, or any kind words, and this is not me trying to guilt silent readers or beg for interaction - at the end of the day i either will or won't post and realistically it's normal to grow out of fandom spaces - but here's just another voice reminding you if you ever wonder why the writers you like leave, it might in some part be because of this.
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dandylion-s · 3 months
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Every time hannibal trends on this website and I get some hope....maybe mama did raise a fool
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We’re babysitting my aunt and uncle’s dog and she hates my dad for some reason. She constantly runs away from him, and if he’s sitting in his office she’ll go to his door to bark at him and let him know she disapproves. She also knows the “Lassie come and follow” trick and she knows that I know it, so she comes and gets me when she’s got a problem she needs solved. So when she came up to my room and started doing the classic “walk a little bit away and then look back to see if the human is following”, I assumed she wanted to go outside or more water.
Instead, she trots right up to my dad’s office where he’s still working and looks up at me expectantly.
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