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I HAVEN’T POSTED TO THIS BLOG IN LIKE A FUCKING YEAR. Here’s some porn I wrote for the Teen Wolf Kink Meme; it’s like 4,195 words, okay, I don’t know, don’t look at me, it’s not even good

Prompt: Stiles + Sheriff Stilinski; Domestic Discipline/spanking | Stiles knows his dad doesn’t have many rules and for the most part Stiles follows them. And really the time has come to tell Dad that he’s too old for a spanking.

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WHAT THE FUCK, THE LAST THREE TIMES I GOT THIS MESSAGE IT SAID “BETTER THAN ADDERALL” NOT “BETTER THAN CRACK” WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

YOU SHOULDN’T DO COCAINE JUST BECAUSE PEOPLE IGNORE YOU, ANON, PLEASE… THINK OF UR HEALTH…

also here’s some gay sex i wrote for the sherlock kink meme??? dang

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Oh, also, a few reasons for the title: Agape like open, and agape like one of the old Greek words for love—specifically, the love between God and man, reciprocal and marked by all-consuming devotion. Which probably makes this weirdly sacrilegious.

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Written for the BBC Sherlock Kink Meme! The original prompt: “One day, Joan Watson trips and falls through a door that lands her in 221B. Except this 221B does not house the eccentric, madwoman Sherlock Holmes and her esteemed associate, Dr. Watson. No, this one has a very male Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.”

I really had a blast doing this fill, and the OP was so lovely; the fact that I was their first filler just warms my little heart…

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rapindustryfanfiction:

Kanye stares down at his cell phone. He’s been waiting for a call, for a text, for anything, but it’s been hours since it’s vibrated. He knows he should sleep—it’s late, and he has the fundraiser to attend tomorrow—but he can’t. Not until he gets an answer from George.

They haven’t seen each other in days. Kanye can still remember waking up in his arms. He can still remember the feeling of his lips on his skin. He can still remember the sting when George walked out, telling him he “had business to attend to.”

Kanye knew he was on vacation. He watched the news, just like everybody else. He wasn’t stupid.

He nearly jumps out of his seat when his phone vibrates, and looks down frantically. It’s a text, from George. He opens it.

“I don’t want to see you anymore,” it says.

Kanye’s stomach lurches. The room looks like it’s spinning, and he’s glad he’s sitting down, because his legs are suddenly weak. He grips his cell phone convulsively before throwing it across the room, and listens to it shatter like his heart just did.

George doesn’t care about him. He doesn’t care.

The next day, Kanye’s standing in front of everyone, in front of the cameras, and he can’t control himself. “George Bush doesn’t care about black people,” he says. Because he doesn’t. George Bush doesn’t care about black people, and he doesn’t care about Kanye West, and he doesn’t care about anything.

But Kanye doesn’t care either. He doesn’t.

i forgot that i never reblogged this to my writing account

It’s probably disgusting, but

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