#i think the title is hot

[hungharrington]

Your last blurb has me thinking of Steve and soft early relationship smut where it’s still fairly new and exciting and he’s just so sweet and wants to be close to you 💔💔

this is basically the premise of a little less conversation BUT it’s also such a good prompt anyways that i wanna write something goofy n domestic hehe <3 u put heartbreak emojis but i’m making this goopy sry! and actually it’s not even soft god i’m sorry MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Steve sinks into you in one slow thrust and makes a noise like he’s been stabbed, his forehead to your collarbone.

For one very long moment, he doesn’t move.

“You… you okay?” You ask, all breathy yourself. Your cunt pulses wildly, eager for him to start moving, for some friction— but you’re worried he’s maybe hurt himself somehow. “Steve?”

“I’m good,” He hisses, voice all tight like he is very much not at all good. It blends away as a husky tone threads through his voice. “God, sorry, you just feel—“

He gives a little rock of his hips, pulling out an inch and thrusting back in and a beautiful moan pulls from his lips. He does it again, pulling out a little further and pushing himself back in to your wet, inviting cunt.

He groans again, “Oh my god, I like you so much.”

You startle a laugh, your arms around his neck sliding down so you can pull his head up a bit. Steve’s flushed and looking sheepish by the time you get him face to face. His hips haven’t stopped moving, still small, perfect thrusts in and out, driving you mad.

“Sorry,” He says again, half panting. “Not the best thing to say the first time we fuck but,” He huffs, a throaty moan slipping out in the middle of the sentence. “It’s true.”

You’re beginning to pant too, all your inhales sounding gaspy and high. Your thighs spread more instinctively, pulling them further back to your chest, letting him get in deeper.

“N-No, it’s good,” You say, smiling a bit as he focuses on your face, his lips parted and pupils blown wide. “I really like you too.”

Your words inspire another moan, particularly loud, and his hips rut into you with more fervor, a soft lewd squelching noise beginning to fill the bedroom. Steve moans shakily, peppering sloppy kisses up the side of your neck.

One hand shifts on your hip, sliding up to press your leg further out and unexpectedly, and there’s an audible pop of a joint cracking. Steve stills instantly, still inside you, as he stares down at your hip.

“Oh my god—”

“No, no, it’s fine!” You hastily interrupt, knowing what he’s thinking. You tug his gaze over to you and away from your leg, seeing the smidge of panic in his eyes. “It just cracks sometimes, you couldn’t know that, it’s fine, it didn’t hurt.”

Steve deflates rapidly, giving a relieved chuckle against your chest where he buries his face. When he speaks, his words are all muffled, “I thought I broke your hip.”

You can’t help it, you laugh a bit at that— imagining his panic at the thought. For the third time, you urge his face up and out of hiding, leaning up to nuzzle against his face.

“Quickest way to end a relationship ever,” He jokes, but you can hear the genuine worry beneath his humour.

“No, no, I’m sorry I should’ve told you,” You murmur tenderly, dropping little kisses along his cheeks and nose. His face blazes hot beneath your ardent affection. “But hey, we’re figuring it out, aren’t we? That’s part of the fun, yeah?”

You use your ankles, crossed over his tailbone, to press him into you and Steve gets the message quickly, starting up his gentle thrusts again with a grunt. The soft noises of sex resume, mixed with your combined low moans. The rhythm from before is easy to slip back into. Your cunt throbs hotly, pleasure starting to drool through your stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes heavily, watching your face closely. “Part of the fun. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

He says it so sincerely that it makes you gasp, clenching around him and eyes screwing closed for a moment. A low whine crawls out your throat.

“God, fuck you for saying that,” You say, with no heat at all. You can’t open your eyes just yet, you’ll combust if you see how handsome he looks right now.

“Yeah?” Steve huffs, sounding a little smug. Your cunt gushes at the sound of his voice. “Oh, you’re right. Figuring this stuff out is the fun part.”

You whine as he fucks in a little harder, the angle just right to have your gut twisting up in pleasure. Your breath is ragged and you finally open your eyes again, swallowing back another sound at the sight of Steve. Messy haired, pink cheeks, reddened lips. He looks hotter than you’ve ever seen him.

“Shut up and hold my hand,” You say— because two can play that game. It works a charm. You can feel the stutter in his hips, see the ripple on his face, hear the whimper in his throat.

Steve keens, tucking his face down into your neck again. His hand searches the sheets til it finds yours, fingers intertwining before he presses your linked hands into the mattress and ruts into your snug cunt harder and faster, deeper.

“F-Fuck,” He stammers, a moan lilting the word. “I like you so much.”

You can’t even laugh this time round because your mind is starting to melt a little at the edges— but it makes the pleasure all that much better, knowing he means it.

[theriverdraws]

SPOILERS FOR ALIEN STAGE FINAL (ROUND 7)

How about we rename Alien Stage to "Mizi watches everyone she cares about, quite literally everybody, DIE and the pain is neverending someone PLEASE KILL HER"

CAN'T WAIT FOR HYUNA TO KILL HERSELF TAKING DOWN LUKA WITH HER AND THEN MIZI ENDS UP ALONE IN THE END. I CANNOT WAIT.

[ganondoodle]

i am still trying to fight this weird art low i have been having for so long, everything takes so much effort, it didnt use to take so much effort i swear, why does it ... take so much .... so .. so much effort now

[best--dress]

WIP Wednesday

hello friends! I'm having a hell of a week, but thank god we're more than halfway thru it. Thanks @orange-peony and @fiend-for-culture for tagging me today 🥰

I've had a cold since saturday (although I took another test today and it still says it's NOT covid thank goodness) so I'm drinking a fancy juice with ginger AND I have a big chocolate chip cookie. I haven't been feeling well enough to write, but I got a big chunk of my @carry-on-sapphic-week fic written last week, and I'm at the beta/editing stage on the next chapter of my fem snowbaz fic!

This is from my sapphic week fic, which I was surprised to realize is also my first non-snowbaz fic.

“It’s amazing what you can order on the Internet,” I say. [Redacted] sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. “I always wondered what it would feel like to wear one of those.”

“I guess this is why they made the windows so small.” “Lesbian mages in the middle ages?” I wonder.

Any guesses what's going on? Who's getting up to what? Why there are so many jokes in a fic that is supposed to be smut? Why I love making my wipsday posts so mysterious??

May all your internet finds be amazing @facewithoutheart, @thewholelemon, @ileadacharmedlife, @martsonmars, @youarenevertooold, @rimeswithpurple, @aristocratic-otter, @leithillustration, @iamamythologicalcreature, @alexalexinii, @cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @mooncello, @onepintobean, @emeryhall, @arthurkko, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @monbons, @ic3-que3n, @roomwithanopenfire, @blackberrysummerblog, @bookish-bogwitch, @the-beard-of-edward-teach, @bookishbroadwayandblind

[jvnart]

Gq heatstroke redraw meme

[thatscarletflycatcher]

I was probably going to mention this on that post I wrote about the social dance episodes of The Nanny and Frasier, but going to dance classes has given me so many interesting insights, and one of them is the lie --we may call it imprecision, if we want to be precise :P-- that in order to dance well you need to relax.

Because that's not really it. Even from the most basic technical standpoint, dancing depends hugely on things like balance and precision, which you cannot really produce if you are relaxed, really.

What they mean by relaxation is actually that you need to un-stiffen in order to acquire elasticity. And elasticity in action is a form of tension, just not the kind of tension where all the movement stems from you as a motor, and you have a vice grip on. This becomes even more complicated if it is a couples dance, because the tension involved in leading is different from the one involved in following.

In any case I've been thinking about this a lot in the context of my thesis writing. I've always been a very tight, concise academic writer. I'm very used by method to only start when I have a clear scheme in mind not only of the general structure of what I'm writing, but of each part too. That's my only way of reaching flow in writing --I'm writing one section but my mind is already in the next section and is bringing them both to a neat connection. This my advisor with great kindness and elegance calls the metaphysical drive, but tbh with all of you, it's just being a stiff, white knucked gripping writer. And that's just not a viable way of writing something of the length and complexity of even an honors thesis.

(Amusingly, I did write 8 pages of introduction back in December, which advisor called excellent ,in a matter of a few days, which probably gave him the absolutely wrong impression about my normal writing speed. Hence his comments about me sending him 6 more pages whenever I have them, no matter how unpolished. He probably thinks I spend a lot of time polishing before I send. No, siree, my brain just doesn't conceptualize the first draft. I WILL stare at the page for 5 minutes then write two lines. Repeat ad infinitum. Yes, I'm working 15-60 minutes a day on my thesis. That does NOT translate to the reasonable number of words you'd expect from that time.)

So what I'm really musing and grasping after is... what is the writing equivalent to the elastic tension of dancing? Because ultimately when people advice me to "enjoy the process" and to "loosen up", they don't mean that I'll achieve flow when I relax (though they might think that that's what they mean), but when I finally acquire elasticity. The problem is that, in dancing, you have a dance teacher that models the elastic tension of dancing for you, that can even physically demonstrate and show you with actual touch what it means. I don't think there's such a thing for writing, not in any sense that is comparable. I guess part of the process of thesis directing is creating the sort of feedback loop of writing that gives you a mind opposite the way dancing gives you a body opposite, but of course the process is much less intuitive. A thesis director can correct your style, can also give you pointers as to how to cross some rivers and fill some potholes, but they cannot really model for you the skill of writing as a process.

[phosphorus-noodles]

tagged by @pixelfun20 hii pixel :D

Original Post Rules (from @\fallen-knight): "WIP Tag Game: Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs."

uhh... gosh. i have many insightful wip titles, such as:

"idk yet"

"rewrite of metamorphosis one"

"in the night, we'll take a walk"

and "little mermaid au master doc"

(my funnier doc titles are already posted fics, sadly </3)

anyway, feel free to ask about any of them 👍 i should write more

tags: @thetomorrowshow @ilexdiapason @hollowwish aaand other writer mutuals i have + anyone who wants to jump in <3

[reel-fear]

Reminder Mike is literally so rich and successful he owned/owns[?] a Bendy themed custom car. His franchise also has merchandise in Hot Topic and fucking Walmart alongside huge companies like Hasbro and such. Nobody made him delete his Twitter, he made a shitty comment towards someone who just wanted to see more poc in Bendy, then people rightfully told him off. Then he got so upset he deleted his account, because despite how upset it seems to make him when people rip him apart for the stupid shit he says he also can't keep his mouth shut.

Nobody MADE Mike tweet that shit, nobody was holding a gun to his head to be active on social media again. In fact it would probably be better if he wasn't so active so he could focus on actually making the damn games. All of that was his choice, it just so happens it was a poor one he eventually regretted and took back. He's not a victim, he's an asshole quite frankly. He put himself in that position, acted all tough and rude. Like he didn't care what the fans had to say and talked down to them like they were idiots, then the fans bit back and suddenly he couldn't take it. He could dish it but he couldn't take a Fraction of it? That's on him 100%.

That's that on that <3

[muirneach]

holy shit this berlin draw is a bloodbath. i cant even give an analysis here because every single matchup is hydrogen bomb. i will say tho this second quarter particularly is STACKED with grass players. potential jasmine/ons second round AND potential donna/markéta second round AND theyre in the same quarter is madness considering all of their track records at wimby

[that-was-anticlimactic]

wip ask!!!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

tagged by @ryuvnosuke and @frankenjoly <3

bringing all my stories home to you (bnha)

blue like a phosphorous flame, burning silently

to thine own self be true

i think of monoma to get hard

i hear the walls repeating

manly in the dark

darling, your war's not ended

kaminari & an ant

in which bakugou yells at momo bc cartoon cats

it made me think of you (because it's pretty)

quench the flame like it's a game with drops of water

hope & despair: stage play iida breakdown

we paint white roses red, each shade from a different person’s head (bsd)

memories we've sewn

to the sky i'd throw it

there's something that's beautiful, being awake for my funeral

you're gonna find that you're beautiful as you feel

you're the part of me that makes me better

imma love you all night long (but you gotta do wrong)

chuuya's throwing shoes & they're cursing

slipping (ninjago)

tagging (no pressure): @ninja-go-to-therapy (reread like all of damage yesterday for no reason other than cole feelings so you were on my mind sorry ytfgyhuji), @bnesszai (sorry if you've already been tagged uygfvyhu), @hella1975 (you just put touya on my dash kinda so you are also on my mind huygfcgyhu)

[cometcrystal]

im so sorry to the people voting doof in that sexyman poll because i do love him and think he's worthy of the title even if i dont feel that way about him because there's characters like a pixelated purple guy that people twinkify and thirst after. plus, pnf is the most precious fandom to my heart, and voting against him feels a little like a betrayal.

but the thing is. stan pines doesn't need to be twinkified. he's got masses of people drooling after him. i'm a dyke and sometimes im like oh that man IS hot. i don't think doof can say the same.

[castleinthemist]

white haired girl...save her save her...white haired girl...

[fanboyzuko]

🤭 guess who started working on part 19~~~ (working title: it wet)

well wait thats a lie, ive been working on outlining BUT took a break from outlining to start writing and let me tell yall. I'm torn. I love posting lil snippets bc i crave attention but also like. do I want to spoil yall to ltf: it wet... for now, here's a snippet 😜 maybe.. the last... we'll see

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Ignoring Katara’s complaints, Sokka turned his back to her and stared out at the cove again. He’d had his back turned for too long to talk to her anyways. What if the enemy had come into sight in his moments of distraction and-

Was that a boat in the distance?!

“Haha! Look, Katara, look! There’s something out there. I was right!”

“Uh… If you’re right, that really isn’t something you should be excited about…”

Oh, shit, right. Sokka grabbed his horn from his belt and blew it in three short bursts. “Everyone! To your battle stations. And stay there this time!”

Sokka wished they had the telescopes to spare so he could have had his own after Dad and the warriors left. He cupped his hands around his eyes and squinted to try and better see the speck in the distance. It wasn’t the stark black of Fire Nation cruisers, so it didn’t stand out so much against the landscape.

The scrape of someone climbing up the wall pulled Sokka away from his surveillance. He looked down and groaned at the sight of his sister clambering up next to him.

“Seriously, Katara? This is not your battle station.”

She completely ignored him and repeated his actions to try to get a better look at the approaching threat. With a hum, Katara lowered her hands to prop them on her hips as she said, “I don’t think that’s a Fire Nation ship. For one thing, it’s way too small.”

Sokka groaned and resisted the temptation to shove her off the wall. “Well, I don’t know! Maybe they’ve developed some sort of new technology to get our guard down and attack when we are least expecting it!”

Katara raised a single, judgemental eyebrow. “Sure, because they need to be sneaky against a bunch of elders and children.”

[wumutummy]

XLOV COVERED TAEMIN IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF--

[slytherinshua]

the dream chapter eternity was the best concept ever and eternally is txt’s best song

[beetlethebug]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Emmrich Volkarin, Lucanis Dellamorte/Spite, Lucanis Dellamorte/Spite/Emmrich Volkarin, Spite/Emmrich Volkarin Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin, Spite (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Frottage, Virgin Lucanis Dellamorte, Light Dom/sub, Submissive Lucanis Dellamorte, Soft Dom Emmrich Volkarin, Hand & Finger Kink, Coming Untouched, Premature Ejaculation, Implied/Referenced Emmrich/Rook/Lucanis/Spite, Masturbation, He/him pronouns for Spite, Choking, consent checks, Mildly Dubious Consent due to Spite taking over, Minor Injuries, Minor Violence, Spite canonically beats Lucanis up when he's upset that's what those tags are for, Spoilers for Weisshaupt Quest Aftermath, POV Third Person, Praise Kink, Older Man/Younger Man, Panic Attacks, Minor Self Harm, Communication, Kink Negotiation, Spite helps Lucanis masturbate, he's a somewhat active participant in sexy times here folks :), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Title from an AURORA Song Summary:

What would Emmrich think of him, tainting his kindness this way? Taking advantage of the few fleeting touches he'd earned. How he's mutilated the soft concern of his voice into something like affection. His breathing starts to quicken, and he can hear Spite rumbling. But nothing makes sense. It's only his heart, thudding in his ears. No, not his heart. The ocean. He's drowning—he's drowning. There's blood in his teeth, an ache in his spine. Gods, what a fucking pathetic man he is. Jacking off to the second person to show him kindness and respect. Letting himself be used by a demon. Thinking they could reach some sort of equilibrium. Finding pleasure in the back and forth.

Or, Lucanis feels a sudden surge of guilt and shame after attempting to masturbate thinking of Emmrich post-Weisshaupt. Spite, however, does not feel the same guilt, and intends to have Emmrich "fix" Lucanis, one way or the other.