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somethingtocallmine · 4 months ago
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lunamonchtuna · 8 months ago
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you desire love but push away affection? what are you? written by Dostoevsky?
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rockspider556 · 3 months ago
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Authors who post like this are so deliciously unhinged. At this point it’s not even a fic- it’s a literary hostage situation, and i am ✨sat✨ ☕️
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soft-likethesunset · 6 months ago
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i'm not the best at singing. but i'm gonna sing anyway dude. i'm not the best at painting. but i'm still going to paint. my dancing will never see a stage. but it's perfect for early mornings in my bedroom and late nights with people i love. so what does this mean? it means that people are designed to do. not to be the best. just to do. if you're doing what you enjoy, then you don't have to be the best. you just have to enjoy it. you have to live.
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artsymeeshee · 8 days ago
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It’s a very important and special day for some very important and special boys :,) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STAN AND FORD!! 🥹🥹🥹
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myiliterallyhavenolifegoals · 11 months ago
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I love the dramatic, triumphant reveal that wolverine and deadpool survived the time ripper, mainly because i'm 1000% sure wade heard paradox monologuing™️ and was like "nonono hold on we have to wait for the Right Moment" and logan, who is 7 different kinds of exhausted at this point, was like "....yeah ok lol"
which leads to 2 grown ass men hiding behind a corner just waiting to ruin this british man's afternoon? logan really went from “i'll kill u with my teeth” to “yea sure i'll commit to your stupid bit” in like 2 days, honestly what a lad
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atmospheral · 3 months ago
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usopp and merry (photo reference)
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deprivedmusicaljunkie · 3 months ago
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- andrew hozier byrne, born 17 march 1990
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wishfulsketching · 7 months ago
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I am still thinking about the creators calling Silco "a dirty little thing" in the artbook
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valnotso3xplicit · 9 days ago
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Willow Park my beloved
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somethingtocallmine · 3 months ago
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katebeckets · 3 months ago
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how to say "I love you" in x-files [119/?] ⤷ 6.19 — “The Unnatural”
Did you bring enough ice cream to share with the rest of the class?
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ophernelia · 1 month ago
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★★★★★★!!
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tomatoart · 5 days ago
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Be free my deltarunelings
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asiatic-apple · 17 days ago
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I need the smut mirror sex prompt with Sylus and female reader please
Your wish is my command, anon ;) I’m still a little unsure about what Sylus’s dirty talking would be like…If y’all have any feedback on how I wrote it here, lmk what you think!
Requests are open for my follower celebration
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Breathtaking view
Sylus x female reader
Prompt: mirror sex
Content: lots of praise, hair pulling (but it’s gentle), slightly rough fucking…but sylus remains a gentleman, a moment of possessive!sylus, creampie
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The ornate floor-length mirror across from Sylus’s bed at Onychinus’s base felt a little over the top when you first saw it. But now, you’re starting to understand its appeal—and why Sylus positioned it with the perfect view of his large bed.
You're on all fours at the edge of the mattress, facing the mirror with your back arched and hands gripping the silk sheets. And Sylus is behind you, fucking you with a rhythm that has your thighs trembling.
He usually doesn’t take you like this. Normally, he likes the moment to be more intimate, his body pressed against every delicious curve of yours. He likes to cradle you in his arms and use his weight to keep you in place while he overwhelms you with deep thrusts.
But tonight, he can’t deny there’s something special about this view.
“Look at that,” he groans, low and reverent. One palm glides down your spine while the other grips your hip tight enough to bruise. “So perfect…”
You try to focus on the mirror's reflection—the sight of your flushed face, mouth parted, body jolting forward with each powerful thrust. But your eyes are drawn to him. The way his gaze is locked on you like he’s memorizing every detail, every shudder, every moan.
You cry out when he hits that perfect spot inside you, making your arms buckle and your head drop forward onto the sheets. But there’s no real reprieve from the intense pleasure. He folds his strong torso over your back, his thrusts not missing a beat while he presses warm kisses to your shoulder and neck.
“Eyes on the mirror, sweetie,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.
All you can do is whimper in return. You’re not sure if you have the strength to stay upright when Sylus fucks you so deep, his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.
And he knows it. He always knows. His fingers slip up the nape of your neck, threading gently into your hair before giving a firm tug at the roots. It’s not too rough. Just sudden enough to make you yelp and lift your gaze.
The moment your eyes meet his in the mirror, he slows, just for a heartbeat. It’s not hesitation. It’s just a quick check-in. Ready to stop if you need to tap out.
But you don’t. You want this. Your body tingles with pleasure when he resumes the rough pace of his thrusts, fucking you a bit harder now that he has your attention.
“That’s it,” he growls, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t look away.” Your cunt clenches around him in response, and he lets out a noise that’s guttural, downright feral. “Fuck…just like that,” he groans between the sounds of your pussy slicking him up with more of your arousal. “You’re squeezing me so well, sweetie.”
You whine his name, hips pushing back against him instinctively. You’re lost in the heat of his words and the stretch of him inside you.
“Such a precious little thing,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
His eyes never leave the reflection. He’s drinking in the sight of your body—how gorgeous every dip, curve, and soft roll is while you writhe from the pleasure.
And while he’s lost in admiring you, you’re just as caught up in him. The way his muscles flex with every movement. The way his skin glistens with sweat. The sharp lines of his jaw clenching when he grits his teeth. You’re hypnotized by his strength, his hunger, his absolute focus on you.
Then his arm snakes around your waist, and his fingers slip between your thighs to lazily circle your clit.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, still mesmerized by you and talking mostly to himself. “And you’re all mine.”
He fucks you like he plans on keeping you forever. And he kisses your neck with such gentle affection—it’s a dizzying contrast to how hard and deep his cock moves inside you.
Watching yourself like this, seeing how your own body seems to glow with confidence, it makes you moan even louder. Only Sylus brings out this side of you. And he loves it. He loves knowing how his words, his praise, encourages you to love yourself harder. You deserve it all, and he’s proud of you for accepting both his cock and his affection so openly.
The two of you get lost in the sinful image of your bodies intertwined, appreciating how sexy you look together. You’ve always brought out the best sides of each other.
It’s that feeling—the recognition that Sylus completes you and you complete him—that has your fingers clawing into his bicep as he thrusts into you harder, chasing both your highs at once.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Sylus says between breathless grunts. “Come for me.”
With one more circle of his fingers and a deliciously deep thrust, you fall apart on his cock. Your mouth parts in such a pretty ‘o’, and Sylus eagerly watches every twitch and shiver of your body through the mirror.
He follows a breath later, hips jerking one last time as he spills inside you with a rough groan of your name.
After such passionate lovemaking, even someone as strong as Sylus can’t stay upright anymore. He collapses beside you, careful to roll you over so you don’t get stuck beneath his heavy body.
The two of you need a few minutes to catch your breath, and he pulls you into his arms to pepper sloppy kisses all over your sweaty skin.
“Hm, you always look good, sweetie,” he murmurs, between kisses full of adoration. “But tonight? You were breathtaking.”
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artsymeeshee · 5 months ago
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random doodles of the best boys of the sea 🌊
(Do NOT tag as ship please :T)
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