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ughgoaway · 5 months

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White Christmas

Content warnings; blowjobs, face fucking, facials/cumming on face, degrading, dumbification, swearing, bad writing and cumplay.

a/n; hey y’all… apparently we are feeling horny this Christmas, so I decided to write some (mediocre) smut! This was all inspired by @abiiors making a joke about a “white Christmas” so you all have her to blame. This is basically an expansion of the letters O and K from my nsfw alphabet the other day because they were some of my favourite bits!! Anyway, merry Christmas, I hope you enjoy??

p.s; im not sure if this will stay up long, ik I say that most times, but honestly, this time, I really don't know if this will be here long lmaoooo

word count; 2.2k ish (pretty short one today bc i wrote it so last minute lol)

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“We’re off now! See you both in a few hours!” Denise yelled back as she and Annie walked out the front door. Mayhem was pulling at the lead with so much strength that she was sure he could pull her arm out of her socket.

“Alright, see you both later!” You say waving them off. Denise and Annie had decided to take mayhem for a long Christmas walk around the lake and then planned on popping into the only cafe open on Christmas for a couple of hot chocolates, leaving you and Matty to relax on your own for a few hours.

You come into the front room and perch on the sofa next to Matty as he shoves the remaining wrapping paper in a bin bag. He was in full dad-at-Christmas mode, grabbing the paper off people before they'd even finished opening their presents.

He finally settled back on the sofa with a sigh, looking at you with love-filled eyes and a soft smile on his lips, it was then you decided it was the perfect time to show Matty his final gift.

“Okay, I've got one more present for you handsome” You smirk at Matty and stand from the sofa, hurrying towards your bedroom, brimming with anticipation.

“Baby, we said only one gift each!” Matty shouts after you. He tries to sound stern, but he can't help the smile that sneaks on his face as he speaks, and it's clear as day in his voice.

“You’ll like it, I promise” You peek your head around the corner and wink at Matty before scurrying off again, leaving him confused but certainly curious.

5 minutes later, Matty hears you coming down the stairs and turns his head to see you, but snaps it right back when he hears you shout, “Okay, keep your eyes closed!!” he giggles to himself but follows your instructions, shutting his eyes tight.

“Okay sweetheart, all closed” Matty yells back. He listens for you coming in and has to fight the urge to open them as soon as he feels your presence.

Matty is pretty sure he could pick you out of a lineup blindfolded, from the first moment he met you he had memorised how you feel around him. He took note of the lingering jasmine that followed you wherever you went and the feeling of warmth that surrounded you.

“Open,” you say shyly.

As Matty blinked open his eyes, and immediately his face scrunched in confusion. He was expecting you to be standing in front of him with a box in your arms, but there was no sign of you.

Or he thought there wasn't, until he felt a warm hand on his thigh and flicked his eyes downwards.

“Fuck.” he grunted, staring down at you in awe.

You were on your knees between his legs, dressed in only bright red lacy lingerie. Delicate bows sat at the top of the straps, in the centre of your chest, and at the waistband of your panties, with thin straps trailing over your collarbones. The lace was transparent, highlighting your pebbled nipples and weepy cunt. Matty could see the darker maroon lace of your panties and could feel himself salivating at the sight.

His stance widened instinctively, and you slid closer to him, already tracing his thigh with a featherlight touch. Red gloves cover your hands to match, the satin shining from the fairy lights spread around the room.

Also coordinating was your makeup. Matty watched your cherry-red glossy lips part as you palmed over his trousers, moaning obnoxiously at the feeling.

“What do you think, babe?” you ask sweetly, smiling at Matty and fluttering your mascara-coated eyelashes at him. Your hands unzip his trousers and fight to pull them down. Matty lifts his hips thoughtlessly, helping you tug down his slacks. He sits watching you with his jaw dropped, his hands itching to touch you.

But he stayed frozen, not wanting to take over your little surprise just yet.

Your sticky burgundy lips leave marks in your wake as you press kisses to his thigh, the gloss sticking to his leg with each peck. The tip of your tongue teases against his skin, running between the smears of red you left behind.

With a pout, you sit back, pulling a frustrated groan from deep within Matty’s chest.

That was the final straw for him. You coming out dressed like that, all pretty and ready for him already had him fighting the instinct to throw you on this sofa and fuck you until you're sobbing.

But you teasing him with wet, barely-there kisses? He couldn't fucking cope.

He can't keep his hands to himself anymore, one shooting to your hair and gripping it firmly. The tug on your scalp causes a hiss to escape your scarlet lips, followed by a needy moan.

Matty had recently admitted to you that he had discovered a new kink, dumbificiation. also known as; you playing innocent and stupid as he fucked you ruthlessly and called you a cock-drunk slut. so you decide to play it up for him, indulge him in his fantasy.

“Will you show me how to suck you off? Please, sir, I need some help.” You whimper desperately, pleading eyes staring up at Matty.

You both know you're lying, but somehow, that makes it even hotter for Matty, and he can feel his boxers tightening further.

“Oh is that right, angel?” Matty says with a chuckle, pulling at your hair harshly and forcing another whimper out of your kiss-bitten lips.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to tell you what to do. can you do that, baby? Listen to my instructions?” Matty looks down at you with faux sympathy, even pouting at you teasingly.

He moves his hand to paw at your chest, twisting a nipple cruelly, awaiting your response.

Any chance at you forming a coherent sentence was gone as soon as you dropped to your knees. Seeing Matty's eyes go black and his breath beginning to quicken made your mind blank, the only thought left was his name over and over.

Matty's other hand moved to your face, caressing your cheek carefully and watching the pink bloom across them. You settle into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as you do.

But a harsh slap makes you snap them right back open, the red print of his hand leaving a welt on your face. Tears brim in your eyes, and a needy whimper escapes you, involuntarily clenching your thighs at the feeling.

“F-fuck” you splutter, already feeling tears fall down your cheek. Matty brings his hand back, and you flinch, sucking in a harsh breath, preparing for the impact.

But nothing comes.

Just the warmth of his palm against your flushed cheeks, you quiver at the contact. A sly smile takes over his features before his face settles back into a pout.

“Sorry baby, but you have to keep your eyes on me. How else are you gonna learn, hmm?” Matty teases cruelly, smirking at your fast, needy nods. His mind was spinning at the sight in front of him, his girlfriend so ready and needy for him.

“Oh baby, you can't even speak, huh? Well, if you can't do that, then you are definitely too dumb to understand any instructions, aren't you?” Matty asks, smiling at the pathetic cry that leaves your lips at his questions, embarrassed at the pool that is forming between your legs with each word he utters.

“That's what I thought baby, let me look after you. I’m gonna fuck your mouth instead, okay? fuck you stupid yeah? Or, more stupid I should say.” He snickers at your face, admiring the hazy look in your eyes. Already slipping into subspace without even really touching him.

You nod rapidly at him, already eagerly opening your mouth. Matty pulls himself out of his boxers, and you have to fight the ragged groan that threatens to escape you at the sight.

Hot beads of precum dribble down his shaft, his tip red and angry. You can feel the saliva pooling on your tongue. Matty groans as he grabs his cock and brings it to your lips, but he manages fights the urge to push into your throat for a few more seconds. Determined to torture you a little more.

Matty taunts you by tapping his tip against your bottom lip, smirking at the stings of gloss that come between you, watching the streams of red fall down your chin. A breathless moan from you has Matty grinning before slipping into your greedy throat.

He grunts at the warm and wet feeling that surrounds him, starting slowly as he ruts into you.

Soon enough, his hips start to snap harshly, increasing in pace as he throws his head back with a wrecked groan. Each plunge into your throat happened faster than the last, and Matty chuckled darkly at the feeling of you drooling around him already.

the sensation drove matty insane. He used to dream of you like this for him, and seeing it in reality was something he would never get used to. all those nights of him fucking his first and whimpering your name were a distant memory as discordant moans left his bitten lips.

“That's it. Fucking take it." demanded Matty, pounding your throat mercilessly. He watches the spit bubble at the corner of your mouth and dribble down your chin onto your chest, wetting your tits as it falls.

With a hash thrust, Matty forces himself all the way down your throat and holds himself there, gripping the back of your head brutally. He feels you constricting around him, choking on his cock as you fight for air.

His grip tightens, and he pulls you forward even further, beaming to himself as you cough and sputter around him. You feel drunk from arousal, loving the way Matty is using you like a fuck toy, only considering his own pleasure.

You feel fingers weave in your hair, and he pulls you off harshly, laughing sadistically at the hurried breaths you suck in.

“Not my fault you don't know how to suck me off, if you're too fucking brainless to know what to do then I’ll do what I want.” He forces himself back in your waiting mouth, thrusting frantically and grunting.

Obscene noises fill the air around you, wet and sticky as he fills your throat. But you swallow around him obediently, like you can't get enough of his cock. Drooling around his dick was where you were meant to be, being the submissive slut he always dreamt of.

Matty stares down at you like you were a mirage, what the fuck did he do to get this lucky?

Your lips were stretched and swollen around him, your cheeks hollowed. Each time you hum around Matty he feels his hips stutter, the vibration almost sending him over the edge.

Streams of black mascara roll down your cheeks, and Matty moves his hand to wipe at them, marvelling at the dark streaks they leave behind. A red ring sat at the base of his dick from your lipstick. His unrelenting force meant all around your mouth was stained red.

Any lipstick that was on your lips was smudged over the lower half of your face. It matched the hand-shaped mark Matty left on your cheek perfectly.

He worked at a punishing pace, and with each thrust in your mouth, Matty felt himself teetering on the edge of bliss. But when your hand came up to play with his balls, pulling at them gently and massaging them with your warm hands, Matty was done for.

“I'm gonna cum. Fuck- can I cum on your pretty face baby? I want to finish off your beautiful makeup.” a garbled yes from you was all the permission Matty needed, pulling out of your mouth and stroking his dick furiously.

You keep your mouth wide open, panting and holding eye contact with Matty, practically begging him to cum. His muscles tense as shockwaves grip his body, stars dancing across his vision.

Hot spurts of white cum fall over your face, painting your cheeks and lips. Streams fill your mouth, and you moan greedily as they do. Streaks of cum fall over your eyelashes, weighing them down as you stare up at Matty hungrily.

His chest heaves as he looks down at you like an artist stares at their masterpiece, his cum painting your face was akin to looking at the mona lisa for Matty. He threw his head back against the cushions and fought to catch his breath.

Matty's body was limp as you crawled onto his lap, bracketing his hips with thighs and kissing him furiously. Smearing his face with his cum.

He has the fleeting thought that this might be the filthiest blow job he's ever received, smiling into the kiss at the idea.

a slurp fills with air as he sucks on your tongue, tasking the distinctly musky taste that always lingers. You both pull away, panting with Cheshire-cat-like grins on your face.

With a huff, you collapse next to Matty, who is already wiping your face with tissues carefully, staring at you with adoration as he does.

Balled-up tissues get thrown on the table as you snuggle into Matty's side. He sucks in a shaky breath before speaking.

“Well that was definitely a white Christmas, wasn't it, baby?” he laughs at the groan you let out, burrowing your face into his neck as your cheeks burn.

“Fucking hell. I can't believe I just let you fuck my face, and you say that afterwards." you mumble into his neck, pressing kisses to the collum of his throat.

“Mmm you love me” he teases, pinching at your side playfully.

“You’re lucky I do” you say, pulling back with a smile.

#matty healy smut #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #the 1975 smut #merry Christmas i guess!!!!#this counts as festive... right...#teacher au!#(kind of but also just general smut lol)#matty healy fic

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galaxygirl8880 · 2 years

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an au I thought up of where Cale does actually decide to run away and helps the roan Kingdom from the shadows and stuff-

It'd be funny if Cale just slapped all of the information from the five novels he read into a stack of paper and sent it to Alberu, his reasoning being "I don't wanna do shit, you deal with the war(s) :D" you could also have a moment where Cale sends another letter basically saying "your current commanders are shit not bad but could be better, have some war strategies (If you don't send me money for this I'll break into your office and move everything two inches to the left)"

Before running away, he collects enough allowance from Deruth to last him a while, gets the shield ancient power, and he gains the trust of the cats so they follow him. On the night that he's supposed to meet Choi han, Cale gives him something (a sandwich?) he bought earlier to eat and directs him towards the Henituse mansion with a letter that was mostly prepared beforehand so the guards (and Ron) let him in.

Cale saves the dragon with the rented devices from billos with a bit more difficulty (and injuries) but he manages to free him anyways.

Then he begins to head towards the capital (because as much as he'd like to go to the ubar territory, there's a chance amiru could see him-) and plans to stay there for a while before the plaza terror incident. He takes the healing ancient power, gives advice to Taylor while doing his best to avoid him and cage, and unofficially officially adopts the dragon into his party. Not exactly in that order but oh well-

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Ron and Beacrox are mighty suspicious of Choi han because he's brought a letter that was obviously from their young master but without the young master. And shit gets worse when Cale doesn't come back home that night-

Choi han gets interrogated, fights Ron (only a lil), and sets out to find the person that helped him in his time of intense despair, memories of the kind stranger feeding the cats and handing him something to eat when he hadn't eaten anything in two days(Choi han).

He feels grateful, and chooses to ignore the rumors about a "drunk, trashy young master" because the person who helped him and the person from the rumors seem like completely different people. (Later, when he finds the redhead, he'll notice that he was, infact, completely correct.)

Ron and Beacrox join him because he smells like the organization that attacked their family and because Choi han is, unfortunately, the only lead they have on finding the young master that they took care of.

When they eventually find cale (new additions including lock and Rosalyn, yay) Choi han is deadset on repaying his meal and the help they received during the plaza terror incident

This Choi han is a tad more mentally unstable and latches onto the only source of somewhat warmth he's received since Harris village-

Ron is being a dad in the background and scolding Cale for not telling them his plan of running away and Beacrox is looking disapprovingly at the fact that the young master has gotten skinnier-

(Alberu is shooketh in the background because that letter he got detailing the bombing and a few other things days ago actually came true and is this person an ally or a threat-)

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A draft from a while ago, with some things that were added-

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honeyhotteok · 11 months

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thank you @razypie for suggesting i post my nonsense <3

summary: you and gun beef over the last pack of your favorite cigs.

"I'll have a pack of Marlboro Purple Burst," you and the stranger next to you say in unison.

Your head snaps to see who just said that. Some guy all decked out in a suit and wearing sunglasses indoors at 11pm like a freak, apparently.

The convenience store cashier pulls down the last pack of Marlboro Purple Burst from the display shelf. "Um, we only have 1 pack of that left, would either one of you perhaps like an Ice Blast instea-"

"No." The two of you reply in unison.

You side-eye the fuck out of him again as you readjust the gym duffel bag strap sitting on your shoulder.

"Well. To be honest, I don't get paid enough for this so I guess the two of you can just sort it out amongst yourselves," the cashier sets the pack of cigarettes down on the counter with a tight-lipped smile before going back to their phone.

You turn to the nuisance standing next to you and give your opening argument first. "Dude, you're like, 30. Just let me have my cigs, I need it after finishing my training session."

"First of all, I'm 19, not that I see why that's relevant here."

This grown ass looking man is 19?!

"Secondly, I will not be engaging in whatever petty argument this is." He reaches into his wallet to pay and swiftly takes the pack in his hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." You can't help but laugh at his audacity, and step in his path. "Listen, buddy. I've had a long ass day, and to be honest with you, not a big fan of your attitude so far. So why don't you do me a favor and hand those over, yeah?"

He sighs and takes off his glasses, revealing his pitch black eyes and a large scar stretched between them. "Move." he glares.

So what this guy has some freaky eyes? You've seen weirder shit. You glare back at him with your feet firmly planted.

When he reaches for your wrist to pull you out of the way, you front kick him into the shelf of cookies. You rip open a packaged swiss cake roll and smush it into his eyes.

"Sorry!" you call out to the cashier.

You snatch the cigarettes out of his hand. He wipes the cake off his face and swiftly grabs your forearm in an attempt to throw you into the air. But you move even more quickly, elbow striking him in the face followed by side kicking him in the chest, sending him flying back into the shelf of snacks.

You turn and run out the store, the cigarettes still safely clutched in your hand.

Gun stays seated on the floor for a moment, surrounded by fallen shrimp crackers, trying to process what the hell just happened. He finally sighs and dusts himself off before walking back to the cashier.

"I guess I'll have a pack of Ice Blast."

#uhh disclaimer: dont smoke kids!! lol #anyway i truly dont know what the hell this is LOL #a reader who can rival him in both fighting and his bad smoking habit i guess #also idk if this even counts as a crack fic tbh #gun park x reader #i hesitate to even tag this shit lmao😭#lookism x reader #gun park #lookism

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cloud-based-and-rainpilled · 8 months

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The angel on my shoulder: Shipping real people is bad. They could find it and become very uncomfortable. It it highly disrespectful to them and their significant others.

The devil on my shoulder: John Lennon coming back from the dead to fuck Paul McCartney in the ass is the greatest contribution to humanity ever known

#i wish i could find this fic again #only read the summary and i cried laughing #it was on a forum *dedicated* to mclennon rpf so you know that shit’s gone #2012 was a different time #mclennon #rpf #real person fic #ao3 #larry #<- tagging b/c that was the wildest time on here omg the conspiracies #i love that they were probably right lol #the unbridled passion #phan #the milk fic #<- did they even have a ship name?#ferard #bilo and biggles #<- does it count if they ship themselves?#i guess same goes for david tennant and michael sheen #kpop stans have to be rapid and ship members right? i know nothing about kpop #milex #<- teeny tiny fandom miss u tlsp *mwah*#i read a fic about simon and garfunkel fucking once and it was hysterical #didn’t people stalk the finn/poe actors irl too? yeesh #bandfic #fanfiction #i don’t think i know any others sorry go forth and tag yr weird irl ships it’s funny 2 me #oh didn’t people ship damon albarn and graham coxon too??#they admitted kissing once but graham said it was like kissing a washing machine which is still the funniest thing i’ve ever heard #blur

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arc852 · 1 year

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Too Small

Summary: Grian’s machine was only supposed to shrink someone down a foot, at most. Not...this.

Warnings: Fear

Word Count: 1223

I started writing this as soon as the episode where Grian had Scar use the machine was posted but then some stuff happened and it was left uncompleted. Until now! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Grian’s machine had worked a little too well.

This wasn’t supposed to have happened. Scar was only supposed to get shrunk by a foot if that. He had said only a little bit smaller for a reason.

But his redstone had never been the best and instead of only losing one foot, Scar lost six. And now he was standing in the machine, only a few inches tall.

“What did you do?” A voice suddenly asked from behind him. Grian turned to look and saw the goblin, Fwhip, looking a bit panicked. But still, he only looked about half as panicked as Grian currently felt.

“I don’t know! It was only supposed to shrink him a foot!” Grian was never touching redstone ever again. He looked back over to where Scar was. He looked confused, like he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. Which, ya know, fair. So, Grian took a deep breath and got closer.

“Scar? Buddy, are you okay?” Grian asked, keeping his voice low just in case. He didn’t know if Scar’s hearing would be extra sensitive like this, so it didn’t hurt to take precautions. He saw Scar blink and the now tiny man looked over and then up at him, his eyes going wide.

“Wha-Grian!? What-What’s going on!? Why are you suddenly so big!?” Scar exclaimed in confusion. Grian winced and knelt down, noticing when Scar took a few steps back and feeling bad about it.

“I swear this wasn’t what the machine was supposed to do…at least, not to this extent.” Grian tried to explain, rubbing the back of his neck.

It took a moment, but Scar put two and two together at his words. “Wait! You shrunk me? I've been shrunk!” Scar looked past Grian, towards the outside and Fwhip and his face paled a little.

“It’s okay! I’m sure there’s a way to fix this…somehow.” Grian said, though he did not sound very confident, even to himself. “I…didn’t actually plan a way to reverse this whole thing yet…I might need to get some help.” He’d have to talk to Impulse later. Hopefully he would be able to fix Grian’s terrible redstone.

“I can’t do anything like this!” Scar complained and then pouted. “How am I supposed to get that deputy badge now?”

Grian’s eyes widened and he heard Fwhip give out a little startled laugh behind him. “Wha-Scar! How are you still thinking about the badge at a time like this?! Honestly…” Grian couldn’t help but give a small smile though.

“What are you going to do now?” Fwhip cut in, question ringing through. Grian turned his head to look at him.

“Probably go get Impulse’s help. He’s just over there working on our villager trading hall.” Grian pointed over to where the huge scaffolding tower outline lay. “He’ll be able to figure out this redstone better than I can.”

He turned his attention back to Scar. “Alright Scar, let’s go try and fix you.” Grian reached his hand out, intent on just scooping the shrunken man up.

Grian froze however, when Scar scrambled back and away from his incoming hand, his own hands held out in front of him. “W-Wait!” Grian took his hand back and stared down at the shrunken man in confusion.

“What? What’s wrong?” Grian asked and watched as Scar tried to find the words to say. It was strange, seeing someone so familiar so small. If Grian hadn’t been the one to accidentally shrink Scar in the first place, he would have thought he was seeing things.

“Well, I mean…I, uh, I don’t want to make you carry me! I can walk perfectly fine.” Scar said, starting out unsure and then slowly getting more confident, even twirling his cane for extra measures. He even threw in his signature Scar smile, which, again, looked quite strange on such a small face.

Grian blinked at Scar’s words and then looked at the distance between them and Hermitopia. It was a short walk for Grian, sure, but for Scar? Who knows how long it would take him. “You’re joking, right? At your new size that would take you, like…a day! Besides, it’s really not a big deal, it’s not like you’re heavy. Not anymore anyway.” Grian added with a smirk.

Scar looked over at the distance and winced, knowing Grian was right. “You have a point…”

Scar was acting strange, Grian realized. It wasn’t like him to be so…quiet. And fidgety. Sure, Scar had been shrunk and that would disorient anyone but Scar always bounced back quickly from stuff like that. So what was different this time…

Oh.

“Scar…are you scared?” Grian asked, no hint of amusement or laughter in his voice. But a straightforward question that only held concern.

Scar laughed but it was obviously forced. “What? No, of course not! Why would I be scared?”

Grian frowned. “Scar, it’s okay if you are. You shrunk, everything is so much bigger than you now. That sort of thing would be scary for most people.” Grian normally wasn’t so serious but he needed Scar to know that it was okay to be scared.

Scar bit his lip and looked down. “Yeah, I guess.”

Grian thought for a moment and then gently and slowly set his hand down, palm up, in front of Scar. Scar had taken several more steps back at the action but now stared at the hand in confusion. Grian smiled softly. “How does this work? I won’t grab you and I promise not to let you fall either.”

Scar was silent for a moment, debating with himself and then let out a soft sigh and gave Grian a smile. “Yeah, that works. Thanks, G.” Grian nodded in response and then Scar started to climb onto Grian’s hand.

Grian had to keep himself from flinching at the feeling of someone so tiny climbing onto his hand. But he stayed still, not wanting to scare Scar any more. Grian watched as Scar settled onto his hand, sitting down in the center of his palm. When he was given a, albeit a bit of a nervous, thumbs up, Grian smiled. “Going up.” Grian tried his best to give Scar a smooth ride as he lifted him up into the air and stood up. He brought his other hand underneath the one holding Scar, just in case and then turned around.

“Wow, it’s weird seeing you hold him like that.”

Grian almost jumped out of his skin but thankfully he was able to keep steady for Scar. He had forgotten Fwhip was there with him, so focused on Scar. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit weird to be the one holding him.”

“Well, it’s weird being held!” Scar chimed in, causing all three of them to laugh. As the laughter died down, Scar turned to look up at Grian. “Do you really think Impulse will be able to help?”

Grian, not wanting to lie to Scar, just shrugged. “I guess we’ll see. If not, we can always get Doc and Tango in on it. I’m sure between the three of them they’ll figure out something.”

Scar nodded. “What are we waiting for then! Let’s find Impulse!”

With one last chuckle and a quick goodbye to Fwhip, Grian carried Scar over to Hermitopia and hoped his redstoner friends would be able to fix his mistake.

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #hermitcraft g/t #empires g/t #?#I mean #fwhip is there #and they are on empires #so i guess it counts lol #shrinking #shrunk!scar #fic #my fic

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elialys · 1 month

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ngl posting fics really isn't fun anymore these days, im not even anxious about the complete lack of interaction, which used to make me feel like I was writing shit, now it just...makes me so sad that's it's gotten to that point

#i genuinely dont see the point of SHARING anymore #when most of the times im met with silence or something close to it #reaching the point where i think i might just write those things because i still need to write them #but i won't be posting online #because its really not a nice feeling to see the hit counts go up and get no interaction #as always it makes me feel dumb for being happy to share #anyway i guess it's a mood these days #good job internet you're winning #killing the will of yet another fic writer #and i was happy about soon celebrating my 20 years as a fic writer lol #writing #fic writing

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warblercore · 4 months

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does the glee fandom have 'heritage fics'?? like thee fics that everyone used to read back in the day?

#this just fascinates me bc i've been in fandoms in the past with HUGE fics that are talked about as though everybody knows them #and i guess i'm just curious if glee has any??#i am aware of one that might count lol #but people more knowledgeable than me might know

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onthewaytosomewhere · 3 months

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SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY (SMUTTY)

ACTUALLY COUNTED TODAY - AND THEN I WENT AND POSTED IT ALL SO YA GET THE LINK FOR THE SMUT TOO LOL (because apparently the smut posted last week wasn't enough - Alex thought he needed to get railed who am I to argue)

So, I have only looked long enough to see who got tags from so my later tags might include peeps that already did this -so just ignore that if it's the case lol

Thanks ever so much to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf & @junebugclaremontdiaz for the tags today ❤️

so excited to see what everyone is up to today ❤️

beneath the cut cuz well NSFW - it's all smut lol - for my sentences and the link for this 3400 words of smut

Alex fills the room with moans and whimpers, the occasional wail of “Henry” or “Baby” leaving him as he gets closer to having what Henry knows he wants. He tongues the spot beneath the head of Alex’s cock, making sure to hold his hips down to keep him where he wants him. He feels Alex’s hips move, chasing more, a groaned “Fuck” bouncing off the walls, echoing as if someone turned up the reverb of their encounter. He licks at the pre-come leaking steadily from the tip of Alex’s cock, tonguing at the opening, lapping up everything he can. Alex is pleading at this point, “Please, Henry” and “Fuck me, baby,” spilling from his mouth on repeat and increasing in volume as Henry works his tongue over Alex’s cock, lightly, just enough to tease but not sufficient to alleviate Alex’s current rock-hard situation. When Henry starts to feel the urge to rut against the sheets, he figures it’s about time to move this along, giving them both the release they are so in need of now. The pop of the lube container that he grabs from where they had it on the bed earlier must be enough to tell Alex that he’s about to get what he wants if the “Oh, yes” that falls from his lips wasn’t an indication the way he brings his knees up and spreads his legs would be. He lubes up two fingers and slides them into Alex. He’s still loose and protesting, “I’m still good - just get in me please, Hen, I just want –“

so i'm just gonna go down my list and send out some no-pressure tags (if y'all've already done this just saying 'hi' lol) @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @duchessdepolignaca03 @england-would-fall @firenati0n @forever-fixating @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @magicandarchery @priincebutt @suseagull04 @typicalopposite

and i guess an open tag if you're seeing this and want to post something (plz tag me i would luv to see what you're up to)

and link if ya need something more to go read lol

#seven sentence sunday #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #wip and the whole fic in one bang #why not #like the way you work it #alex just wanted to get railed i guess #apparently i didn't already write enough smut last week lol #it's just smut #i can't believe i actually counted today lol

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wraithsoutlaws · 2 months

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theyre so in love

#my fic tag #i guess this could count as a mini wip wednesday #hey btw if you ever tagged me in one of those i really appreciate it and i love seeing what yall are working on #i know i rarely end up doing the tag games but i always want to my brain is just bad lol but yea it makes me happy !#dont take my Not Often Doing Them the wrong way aaa

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freetobeeyouandme · 4 months

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The fact that I'm way more than halfway in my initial word count projection for this fic but only more or less at the halfway point of what I think will happen plot/chapter wise is...just a little bit worrying lol

#kingslayer fic #to be fair from what i have so far I'm extrapolating that the final word count is gonna be more the size of the final draft of my bbb fic #and not the first draft which is the word count I've set myself as a goal. So it's not going to be too long #but man i really wrote a whole fantasy novel as a fic and went 'what if i do that again?' like an idiot #at least i'm having fun i guess lol #byler

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dailydegurechaff · 1 year

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This is sort of a rhetorical question bcuz i KNOW which you were talking about, but pray tell the fic/s making you warm up to Mary?

it's that time i got isekai'd again :')

#not a daily post #ask #badman-blr #with the fact i recently expressed ive been marathoning tensura im not surprised its an easy guess lol #im not caugjt up yet tho. im on ch15 rn #can i jsut say. i am looking forward to seeing how tanya and mary's presence changes future arcs in the show tho #anyway *adds another fic to my “list of things i gotta make fanart for” note*#this half assed sketch doesnt count it was drawn in like 3 minutes and the fic deserves better

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fyodorkitkat · 8 months

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Whumperflies wore off now I'm going insane thinking about things

#fucking hell #sorry does this count lol #-whump on main #idk what to even label anymore i tried ill keep it to fic i guess lmao

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orcelito · 9 months

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Any trigun fics you do recommend/enjoyed?

oh Positivity, yes. uuuhhhh im kind of bad at bookmarking things ngl but i will share A Few. all vashwood bc that's my shit & all

i feel like everyone knows about Figure Me Out but it was one of the first fics i read in this fandom & honestly tangentially inspiration for writing Sentido (that whole tangible inhumanity kind of idea). i should reread it sometime. im very behind on the sequel but im thinking about working on reading it so i can have smth that has good characterization. genuinely some of the best vash characterization ive seen. Sooooooooooo good

theres kinder, gentler WHICH i actually was absolutely ABSOLUTELY obsessed with a giant haikyuu fic this person wrote back in the day, so seeing them get into trigun was an Absolute gift for me. one of the best trigun longfic there are imo with fun characterizations & WONDERFUL writing. one of my favorite instances of Knives Domestication too, aka he's still very thorny and does not like humans but he is Making An Effort (after centuries and centuries of work). this fic rly embodies the spirit of trigun to me tbh, if it was something... well... kinder and gentler. very silly and very sad at times, but also hopeful. what a fic <3

i was very very very obsessed with Trillium and Ivy. read the entire thing in one day. & honestly shoutout to them for writing such a long fic back b4 the trigun renaissance. Dedication. it's been a bit since ive read it but i remember really enjoying how they wrote Vash's disability in a modern setting. not just handwaving away the prosthetic as some super high-tech thing. and also addressing the utter horror that his recovery from such a serious accident wouldve been. honestly i might reread it sometime, ive forgotten a lot of it and it was SO fucking good. genuinely i was obsessed. highly recommend it.

uhmmmmmmmmmmm the other trigun fics i have bookmarked are smut fics lksdjflsdkfj but i'll share them anyways bc if it's in my bookmarks that means they HIT me enough i wanted to save it for later. and thus they are the kinds of smut fics that have U contemplating life and love and ur very existence

i’m here in search of your glory (there’s been a million before me) (what a long title) uh this one. well this one broke me. first half is just pain pain pain pain and then u get ur happiness and Relief and joy and. well. ya kno lmao. this fic rly did hit me so hard tho. i enjoyed it a lot

a kind heart to haunt rancher (& ex outlaw) vash and cowboy wolfwood. western au, very well done. i read this one all in one morning and felt shrimp feelings (in a good way). and the smut is. Also good. LOVE AND LONGING AND uh. good smut. what more is there to ask for

just a holy fool now i'll admit it's been over 4 months since ive read this so i dont remember a lot. but since it's in my bookmarks that means it Hit me. i remember it being the perfect kind of vashwood longing tho So if ur looking for smut with feelings. this one's Pretty Great

#anonymous #ask #looking thru the vw fics by wordcount to see if there r any others id recommend but. shrug #ive more commonly sorted by word count for this pairing just bc i like. longfic lol #apparently ITNL is on the first page for word count. just barely but it's there.#74k doesnt feel that long but i guess it kinda is huh #anyways yea ive read a lot more fics than these but. it's a starter list i guess?#take the fact that i dont do bookmarks often & i bookmarked these to be proof enough #i have. some other fics ive bookmarked. but those r mostly for being Smut Geared To Me than being emotionally fulfilling #and thus. im a little more embarrassed to share them openly slkdfjslkdjf #but here take These smut fics. and 3 very good longfic. i feel like this is a good enough starter list.

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