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save me characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation…..characters doing fucked up things out of self-preservation save me………..

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I want to shut up forever but I’m always thinking of more dumb shit to say

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while you studied the blade i studied the forge so i could make you the very best blade in the world! love you baby

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The gang's all here! Spinning forever and ever and ever...

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shocking

we talked about Amir liking a shock collar in the Amir discord chat and that his warframe would put that extra electricity into pleasure. i wrote about that so enjoy the spoils of those big brains in Discord.

Slight nsfw / Also I just put in Drifter as the name because Idk it feels weird to share this with my Drifters name.

The collar wasn’t designed as a restraint or a tool for discipline; no, it was something far more intimate—a conduit for electricity and sensation. Amir’s warframe body thrived on energy. Every pulse, every spark, every jolt fed directly into his core, filling him with a charge that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through his being. It wasn’t about pain; it had never been about pain.

The first time Drifter pressed the button, his reaction was immediate. A sharp intake of breath, his body tensing for a fleeting moment before the energy settled, spreading like wildfire. His knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, trembling as a low, involuntary whimper escaped his lips. His warframe’s parts glowed faintly, tracing lines of light across his body as the collar did its work. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, a cascade of impulses his enhanced frame translated into something exquisite.

Drifter hovered over him, thumb poised over the button again. His gaze met theirs, pupils blown wide and expression desperate—not in fear, but in anticipation. “Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. The word was almost lost in the sound of his ragged breathing, but it was there, clear as day.

Drifter pressed the button again.

The jolt this time was stronger, longer. His body arched, his hands clawing at the floor as the charge flowed through him. The warframe’s parts hummed in harmony with the energy, amplifying every sensation, every pulse. His moans filled the air, raw and unrestrained. He wasn’t resisting; he was surrendering, giving himself over completely to the sensations Drifter was gifting him. Each spark was a reward, a promise that they understood his needs, his desires.

By the third press, Amir was a trembling mess. His body quivered, his warframe’s glow pulsing in time with his heavy breaths. Drifter knelt beside him, fingers brushing against the collar. He tilted his head slightly, offering his neck, his trust. There was no fear, no hesitation, only the unspoken understanding that this was what he craved. This wasn’t punishment; this was indulgence, ecstasy.

And Drifter obliged him, again and again, until he was utterly undone, a whimpering, radiant tangle of pleasure and light on the floor. They knew, as they watched him tremble beneath their touch, that they weren’t hurting him. Every press of that button was a gift, one he cherished more than words could express.

It felt so good for Amir—so right. And in his electrified haze, his gratitude shone brighter than any spark.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62053237

Another suggestion down. Explicit drifter/quincy petplay stuff

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When I tell you she tiptoed, yoinked my heart and made a run for it.. oh Larry, I just couldn't let myself stop you.

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i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this

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horniest battle moments:

- taking your ally's weapon out of their scabard to use yourself

- using someone else's shoulder as a rifle stand

- nudging someone's chin up with the tip of your weapon

- freezing with your blades against one another's throats, breathing into each other's mouths

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Timelapse for this painting on the main blog

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Some WF memes stolen from reddit pt 1

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Stuff I'm doing instead of studying for my French exams

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if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.

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There's so many errors in my last writing post but it was midnight and I was so out of it and I dont care anymore I think yall got the gist of it anyways

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"you know where i found Tlaloc the other day? sitting on Eleanor's lap, like they where having a conversation.."

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The mission was... barely a success. It took every ounce of your energy to hop on your atomicycle and bike hand, your muscle memory quickly pulling the controls of your vehicle until you reach home. A numbness was starting to take over your mind and you knew you only had a short time before it overtook it. You nearly crash your bike, so long in nothingness that you didn't comprehend the end of the tunnel drawing closer until your fingers wrap around the brake lever and your foot leans back to settle you and your machine somewhat safely.

There's noises behind you, you can tell from the shadows that trail you inside. Right, your mission companions. You can't remember at the moment who was with you, just that the sinking feeling is starting to settle and your vision starting to blur as you drearily make your way up the steps to the backroom. Pushing past the both door and fuck- another set of stairs. You almost have half a mind left to just collapse on the couch beneath the balcony but the desire, the siren's call of the nest in your bed is too alluring. And so again, step after step, you drag your body up and up until you're slamming your door open and narrowly colliding with your navigation console to climb into the bed next to the warframe display in the back.

Your body meets another, in that moment, your chosen lover as they grumble and pull back the blanket, enticing you to join them. With a kiss on your forehead and a cuddle held tight, you are able to calm the buzzing filling up to your ears. A hand tenderly rubbing on your back you share your woes within a gentle transference link, words much too hard to use and they understand completely in their tired state. Sleep still clinging to their form, they make sure your breathing calms and mind turns to a more acceptable mush of drowsy instead of detachment. A small effort that you react well to, and soon you are able to drift off, the complexities and traumas of the day wafting off to the other as slumber takes hold.

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Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back