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kingtheghast · 1 year ago
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Martyn shrank into his armor slightly. Fuck. He was an idiot. “Ah.”
TL;DR - Martyn is a warlock mercenary who stumbles through a gate to the Plane of Faerie, and accidentally indebts himself to the local Archfey lord, King Ren. Shenanigans ensue.
My pieces for @mcytblraufest from the renchanting duo fic, to bedevil and beguile, by @eternalduos
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shaadowmilkcookie · 25 days ago
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class doodle… i want to see snapdragon kill people
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bebsibby · 5 months ago
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Transgender website, heed my call!!!
I need help covering top surgery bills :) I've been approved for surgery on August 8th, and need help covering my before, during, and after of it all. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE share and donate if you can, I make barely above min wage and insurance premiums to allow my surgery to NOT be 7k are steep.
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alexandraisyes · 4 months ago
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Monty and Earth are not the best, like I feel if I knew Earth I would be like “I beg you dump Monty”
Like, “they make each other happy”
PLEASE, ITS NOT ABOUT SHIPPING ITS ABOUT HAVING A HEATHY RELATIONSHIP
I know that Earth is a fictional animatronic woman and I AM begging her to dump that gator ass and find someone who isn’t a toxic, manipulative, lying asshole. It feels like negligence on Earth’s part because “He hasn’t done that to me”.
As Monty is pointing loaded guns at his friends and his friends KIDS but don’t worry guys it’s just a joke haha. As Monty is violating Nexus’s privacy and autonomy after being denied consent to access his software to talk to Old Moon. As Monty is belittling Sun and trying to form Nexus in Old Moon’s image and refusing to move on and pretending to be Nexus’s friend but if he actually gave a shit he would have told Earth that he walked in on her brother having a violent hallucination.
But Monty hasn’t done any of that to Earth so it doesn’t matter to her because surely it’s not as big a deal as everybody makes it out to he, right? Monty’s laughing and saying it was all a joke or for a greater good and to trust the process and do I blame earth? Absolutely not.
She’s had stability her whole life, had someone to tell her not to worry about things, to just focus on being perfect. And then she lost that. And now she has it again in Monty. There’s a very popular saying that’s been proven true, and it’s that women will subconsciously look for and settle for men that remind them of their fathers. And her father was a slimy, lying, manipulative bastard. And so is Monty.
So I don’t blame her. But I’m standing here waiting for everything to crumple around her when Monty shows her his true colors and not just the performance he puts on to woo her. I’m pacing anxiously like a friend who knows their bestie is going to get her heart broken, and all I can do is be there to catch her when she falls.
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pockyandsoda · 2 months ago
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played around in canva earlier to make a new 'about me' pinned post kinda thing. tried to re-create the standard star trek computer graphics, but a lil more modern and closer to my personal aesthetics, while still keeping the campiness. it's supposed to look like the standard light-blue-transparant kinda projection screens that are always used in sci-fi nowa days. which, by the way, i've never really understood because personally i would really struggle to actually be able to use screens like that, it just doesn't seem practical tbh. anyway, the image in question is below, although it's only occurring to me literally right now that maybe i went a bit too over board with the blue. will probably try the same thing with a more pastel-pink-and-purple vibe soon.
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restinpeacesensei · 1 year ago
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I stepped into a room with clocks That all told different times I stepped into a mirrored world That mirrored all our crimes
You keep picking at the scab And I'll keep selling the plaster You keep telling me that I'm bad But I keep on getting better faster
I've lost, I've lost my innocence I've found my self-belief And in a cup of loneliness I've found instant relief
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worshippdsun · 4 months ago
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I was horrifically reminded that it is, in fact, July this morning and so HAPPY ARTFIGHT EVERYONE!!!!!
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orcelito · 2 years ago
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The difficulty of planning some serious story things and not wanting to spoil said story things but also not wanting to risk upsetting ppl via untagged serious story things
It's. A balance, I guess. If at that point they've seen all the general warnings and don't understand that this is meant to be an honest depiction, then like. Idk.
#speculation nation#keeping this vague but like yea it's about. something to do with ladue#planned plot things that deal within the realm of what i already have tagged. but are kind of very brutal.#but me tagging it 'whump' and labeling it as mature with the explanation that the choice was made for Serious Subject Matter#im like. i dont wanna spoil the story!!!!! but pls be aware that there are potentially triggering things planned later down the line.#sitting here playing with characters like dolls wanting to make a visceral story within the image i have of it#i want that image of goro at rock bottom. with all that entails.#why set up an incredibly bleak situation if im not gonna pull the trigger on it ya kno#he will get his happy ending. but BOY he is gonna suffer first.#hopefully by then i'll have enough visceral & graphic content that ppl will understand what this story is#discacc is in general me remaining within the general bounds of canon in terms of like. experienced violence and such things#ladue is like. These Characters Are Goin Through It. and im saying so on the tin.#clinging to the mature rating like Pls dont b angry at me later. i am warning very much.#keeping it vague for low spoilers but i will reiterate that it is related to things already tagged.#im not gonna pull a total fastball on y'all. i just dont wanna spoil big plot things and all lol#.... this is probably already too blatant. oh well#anxiety!!!!! i have it all the time always. oh well.#ive thought about maybe adding the warning tag when i get to that point but i dont wanna spoil ppl just starting out#so instead i will keep pointing at the Mature Rating and Whump Tag. and i will STRONGLY warn when we get to the chapter in question#doing my best to be considerate. but also. i dont wanna spoil my story :(#ladue shit#lol might as well tag it. thats the post babeyy
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professorjirt · 20 hours ago
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not to be a hater but it is an insta-block when people post an entire long fic uncut in general tags— it’s not a huge deal if it’s a scroll or two. But when it’s Do You Love The Color Of The Sky type scrolling, I’m going right back up to the username and blocking— it’s not hard to cut posts at all people, please, I don’t want to be mean and block people but I will read those fics if it catches my attention, not bc I’m forced to!!! It’s not like I have a grudge or anything I just am forced to block in order to be able to navigate the tags without hyper scrolling. Even if I do read the fic and like it, I am not going to read it every single time I see it either. It’s just not very considerate, yknow?
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charmac · 1 year ago
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you're the first account that popped up when i made an account. i just wanted to ask how does tumblr work, is it like instagram or reddit in any way? i am super confused. thanks.
Ruh roh, ha, lol. Well, welcome to Tumblr hope you learn to love it here.
I feel like Tumblr is a little more personalised than any other platform, because it’s a blogging website. Basically, your account is your blog and you follow other blogs you’re interested in.
The major difference for engagement is that Tumblr relies on reblogs (reposts) to keep posts active and connect people, not likes. You have a blog, so put some content on it! Even if you don’t want to make any posts yourself, reblogging is a great way to interact with people, support their creations/ideas, and keep the community alive.
The tags are your best friend. When you tag something, your post will show up and be noticeable for others to find. If you’re posting Sunny, we use #iasip for the majority of Sunny-related posts. You can check out that tag to see what’s going on right now, but Tumblr is kinda perpetually broken and it’s a bit of a crapshoot what you’ll see there, so I highly recommend following some Sunny blogs (and keep your dash set to ‘following’ to get the good stuff)
Tags aren’t just for original posts to get noticed, they’re also a good way to sort your blog (you can later go on your/any blog and search for anything tagged, Macdennis, for example, and see just those posts). But my favourite use of tags here is to talk. You can reblog something and add your thoughts, comments, opinions, praise, etc. as tags. This is a great way to start/continue conversations, go a little insane, or just praise the shit out of things you love or agree with that you’re reblogging. Most of the people I follow/have become friends with here are via their opinions or comments on tags of posts, it’s really a fun way to communicate.
The other cool thing about Tumblr, or the best thing, is the formatting. You can put as much text as you want in different forms, up to 30 images/gifs in a post, you can add videos or music in those same posts, you can change the colour and typography of text, and we have polls now! You can also always edit your posts if you’ve made a mistake. Pretty cool.
I recommend using a computer and the website when possible, but I get most people use their phones for everything nowadays.
Honestly, if you just follow a couple of people, start posting (or reblogging) and hang out, you’ll get the hang of it all pretty quickly. We basically just shoot our shit and hype each other up, rinse and repeat. With the new episode tonight, you’re gonna get a flood of content soon. Welcome, hope this was helpful and glad to see new people here :)
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saetoru · 1 year ago
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ PARTNERS — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)
contents. college! au, rich boy! gojo, established relationship, you and suguru are partnered for a project instead of satoru…and he doesn’t take the news lightly, dramatic toru and INSTIGATOR suguru
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satoru is sulking—you’d find it a little amusing any other day, but he seems a bit more upset than usual. and quite frankly, suguru isn’t really helping things out either, so you feel just a little bad.
“baby,” you poke his cheek, “it’s not our fault! we just got randomly assigned—”
“whatever,” he huffs. you tug at his arm, but he pulls it away.
it just so happens that the three of you seem to share a class this semester—but unfortunately, suguru is assigned as your partner for a project. it’s the same project satoru wanted to be paired with you for. he seems convinced it’ll be you and him that are called—which, in all honesty, the likelihood of being paired with you out of the multiple people in the class is low, but it’s only added insult to injury that suguru had the odds in his favor.
satoru is not handling it well.
“toru,” you insist, pinching his cheek in hopes to cheer him up. he scowls at you—as if this is your fault, “c’mon, cheer up! now that it’s suguru, you can just tag along when we work—”
“tag along?” he cuts you off, tone bordering on hurt, “so now i’m the third wheel?”
oh dear.
“n-no!” you say quickly—suguru has the audacity to snicker, earning a warning glance from you, “you’re never the third wheel, toru. you’re the first wheel! the only wheel. really!”
“y’know,” suguru starts—you already know whatever he’s about to say is going to make things ten times worse. you try (and fail) to glare at him until he’s silent. “if i recall, the two of you got together through a project, didn’t you? who knows, maybe you’ll have the biggest crush on me after this is over.”
suguru drops the bomb and winks. you look at him like you want to kill him. satoru’s face is devastated.
you think this might be the end.
“what?” satoru gasps, turning to you quickly, “tell him that’s impossible, tell him! tell him he’s hideous and that you only have eyes for me—”
“toru, of course i only have eyes for you, don’t listen to him, he’s just pushing your buttons—”
“hey, you never know. i might charm you,” suguru adds fuel to the fire—this time, you throw your water bottle at him. he catches it with ease, throwing you a smug grin that makes you scowl deeper.
“you’re hideous, suguru,” satoru spits, “no way anyone would leave me for you—”
“that already happened. remember your girlfriend in middle school?”
“that doesn’t count! we were too young to know what love was back then!”
satoru is practically inconsolable now—you consider dropping out of this class just for the sake of peace. maybe you can take it over the summer and be paired with a random stranger that won’t bother your dramatic boyfriend. maybe you can evade the project altogether with a different professor. maybe you can kill suguru and the misfortune of a dead partner can grant you an automatic exemption from this assignment.
you weigh your options as satoru slumps with a pout.
“whatever,” he grumbles, “i don’t even care. have fun without me.”
suguru chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. you sigh before cupping satoru’s cheeks and giving him a small kiss to his forehead to cheer him up.
not surprisingly, it doesn’t seem to work.
“cheer up, baby,” you reason, “at least since it’s just suguru, you won’t have to leave us alone to work! it won’t be awkward if you’re there too.”
“but you’ll be too busy working with suguru to talk to me,” he says bitterly.
“at least i’ll have a handsome face to keep me motivated,” you grin, kissing his jaw—now that…that seems to cheer him up considerably. he brightens, plastering that usual smug grin he sports, as if the world around him wasn’t ending just moments ago.
“i am handsome, aren’t i?” he hums, wrapping an arm around you—mission accomplished, you think happily.
“yeah,” you nod quickly, “and suguru is hideous anyway. i’d never leave you for someone with a tacky man bun—”
“hey, leave my hair out of this—”
“it is pretty tacky,” satoru nods and agrees.
suguru crosses his arms, glaring at the both of you before he opens his mouth to retaliate. you cut in before he can say anything else to worsen satoru’s mood any further.
“and maybe you can help me—you’re smarter than suguru too.”
“he is not—”
“you’re right baby,” satoru hums, “maybe this is for the best. i’ll save both of your grades this way.”
suguru’s vein all but pops. “we don’t need your help—”
“don’t worry suguru,” satoru grins confidently, pointing to himself with his thumb, “i’ll save your grade. no need to thank me—ow!”
you watch tiredly as suguru throws your water bottle at satoru’s head—it’s going to be a long project.
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i already know the switch boy! au people are gonna start the “suguru definitely wants reader” comments. i’m waiting for them i can sense them already
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savebylou · 24 days ago
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Some tw warning mention in the tags and comments:
tw Liam’s death
death details
death detail
sad details
16 oct cw
16oct cw
death tw
tw death
death cw
cw death
drugs tw
details about Liam's hotel
liam's passing
justice for liam
dead body
death details cw
tw death mention
oh liam darling
tw payno details 🕊️ & twpaynodetails🕊️
cw death details
liam's death
blog: liampaynemysteriousdeath (nothing againat this blog but if you don't want to know details about his case block the blog).
-With the articles seems like in the majority they put details of his death so if you see one share skip it if you don't want to know details and if you post one or reblog it with death details please tag it with one of this tags mention.
-Filtered post content (filtering words): blood, ambulance, police, hotel, drugs, drunk, building, report, toxicology, drug, staff, alcohol, dead body and others you can think of add them to your blog settings if you need too (I have a few more words but it does imply how it happened so if you want me to give me those words so you can filter them send me a dm I don't want to write those here and it makes me sick knowing them).
-Others are using rip liam (just consider that this is also a tag use for other content related to Liam that is not about graphic details of his death so maybe you will filter a lot of content). I do find more helpful the others specific tags that rip liam, so in case you are using rip liam for graphic details of death and you can change it for one of the other options would be great so it can be a difference in the content that is share the graphic one and the other content of Liam (what i don't want to see is graphic details of that day or talks about that specific day, the rest about Liam's death like his memorials and thoughts of him I do want to see).
Adding tags about Liam.
Is it possible that any content you reblog or post that talks about the day that Liam passed away can you use a tag so I can block it? I really keep seeing posts talking about what happened that day and I really don't want to know details or think about that day ever and I will be very thankful that even if you don't use tags you do this exception. I know a lot of people don't use tags but please do this for me and anyone that don't want to see that type of content please. I get that is something that people want to talk about and I respect it but I want to filter those tags for my mental health.
And if you do use a tag let me know which one it is so I can block it please. Thank you ❤️
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natailiatulls07 · 2 months ago
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New wag in the paddock
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Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay
Warning - None <3
A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol
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Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.
Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.
This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.
'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.
With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.
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It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.
I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.
Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.
But one notification stands out to me.
It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.
Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;
lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx
francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3
carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!
kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x
alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333
I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.
I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.
'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.
Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.
As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.
I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.
Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'
Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.
I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'
Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'
His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.
A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.
He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.
Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'
I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'
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drgnflyteabox · 1 month ago
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something to remember you by
pairing: soap x fem reader summary: your boyfriend wants some memorabilia of you to take on his deployments. only, he wants his superior officer to take the photos. w.c: 3.7k tags/warnings: dubcon, cucking, mild degradation, oral (m + f, rough), hair pulling, un-negotiated kink, dom!soap, clothed man naked reader, teasing scent kink (m + f), one (1) pussy slap, crying, squirting, unprotected sex, some anxiety, reassurance mid-fuck, overstimulation, some aftercare, abrupt but open ending, reader has some internal shame around sex/kink, reader doesn't rlly like her bf
At first, it’s nothing. Dirty talk, suggestive texts, passing comments while he’s on his second deployment with a hand around his cock and you pretending to be into it.
"Think about it, babe," he’s panting, but it’s less sexy when you can tell he’s deepening his voice on purpose like Christian Bale Batman. "Don’t you wanna give me something to remember you by? While I’m out here fighting for you?"
Corny. So fucking corny. Your feet are kicked up on your coffee table, fuzzy-socked, face schlopped with a cooling gel mask. Quarter past 8 o’clock, and he’s trying to sell you on letting one of his army buddies fuck you and take pictures of you. The absurdity makes you almost laugh.
"…babe?" Oh, shit.
"Yeah honey, I’m here." You’d kind of feel bad, if it weren’t for the ick factor. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, he was fine, it was just that since he’d joined the army he’d inched closer and closer to picking up a mic and dictating which body counts were okay to women over podcasts. That, and he’s gotten hornier. Kinkier.
Which is fine, really. Only you don't consider yourself adventurous. Sex is like a chore, something to put you to sleep, to relax the muscles. Relationships are quid pro quo - I suck your dick, you make my parents think I’m succeeding in life, deal?
Not to mention, you've never even considered stepping outside of the idea that sex is between committed couples only, sequestered away and hidden in the closet like old clothes.
"So, are you picturing it?" Schlap schlap schlap. He must’ve added lotion. "You can say no obviously, ughnnn, but I know this guy really well. I'd, ahhh fuck, sit in the other room."
"Thanks for being so considerate," you sound dry, but you’re honestly intrigued. Life has been monotonous since graduation, the transition from study to office… rough.
You aren’t adventurous. But you’re so fucking bored.
"Can I see him first?" On the TV in front of you, muted, Matthew Macfayden confesses his love tearfully in the rain. You want to be bewitched, body and soul. To feel something.
"So you’ll do it? Oh, fuck-" Not what I said, you think. His voice goes high, reedy, trembling with his orgasm. "See how fucking hot this makes me? I’ll send a pic, give me a sec."
It’s a group photo. He’s dressed in his uniform, head shaved, standing next to a group of a dozen or so men. Outlined, at the far corner with a group of guys big enough to dwarf a good third of the rest, is a man with building biceps and a smarmy grin and a confident, wide-legged pose. Hips jutted out. Fuck, he’s hot. You can see his bulge through his pants, through the picture, under a heavy tac vest.
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"Get in, get in!" the apartment is clean for once. At least, clean without you getting sick of his clutter and playing maid. Did he do it himself to impress his friend? That makes you snort, but he doesn’t catch it, too preoccupied with his phone.
"Um, woah-" you start, taken aback. It looks like a porn set. There’s a plastic sheet on the ground in front of the couch. "I thought this was supposed to be casual?"
"It is, babe," he’s brushing you off, same as he did the few days leading up to this. You’d gone through some minor confidence and judgment crises, anxiety building like a balloon about to pop. All of which he’d brushed off.
It’s all fun and games, babe. Plus he’s done this before, he’s like a pro, showed me some videos - that was something you hadn't agreed to, just some pictures for him to take on deployments.
Still, trepidation makes you sweat, makes your thighs stick to the brown leather couch when you sit and try to sip water. Your socks crinkle the sheet.
You don’t turn when he arrives, still too nervous, knees stuck together and hands slipping on the glass from condensation when they start talking behind you. There’s too many what ifs - all reasons you’d used to avoid hookups in college, all reasons you wanted to break through your shell now.
Plus, you’re sick of hearing "did you finish?"
"This must be her," says an accented voice, gruff and maybe amused, "ye feelin' shy?"
No. You’re just nervous. Exposed. One of the only conditions you'd pushed was no cuck chair, but now you weren't sure how to feel to be left alone with him soon. This man is so big, so imposing.
"Hi," you say smartly. He looks just like his photo, only bigger. Bulging muscles and the same wide stance when he comes to stand in front of you. It’s only because you can’t stand sitting face-to-face with his crotch that you stand and hold your hand out to shake.
"And polite!" Loud. He introduces himself as Johnny, which makes your boyfriend's eyebrows raise. "So cute." he takes the liberty of bypassing your hand and grabbing your waist.
Oh fuck, he runs hot. His hands burn, even through your shirt. You feel self-conscious, plain, looking up at his probing blue eyes. They’re so intense, captivating, distracting you from the feeling of him getting closer and closer, till your tits are pressed to his.
"Hey-"
The moment breaks. Your boyfriend is looking at you both, unreadable expression on his face. Is he regretting this? Feeling emasculated, maybe? Hard to feel much sympathy when you’re the one about to get fucked.
And it was his idea.
"I’m gonna go to the bedroom," his eyes squint, flitting between the both of you before he scurries away, pants tented.
"Now that that's outta the way," Johnny grunts. "C'mere." And sits down with a grunt, pulling you to him.
You try to pivot, to sit next to him, but he's strong and coordinated so you wind up in his lap, back touching the arm of the couch and your legs slung over his, bum on one thigh.
"That's more like it, no?" there's that wolfish grin again, so close. One hand rests on your knee, possessively, while the other wraps around your shoulders and plays with your shirt. "Why don't we introduce ourselves?"
The hand on your knee moves to your face, gripping your cheeks in a grip hard enough to push your lips out into an embarrassing pout. You struggle a little, pulling at his wrist, but he doesn't budge.
He pulls his phone out, aiming the camera at your face, recording a video through a text-app. You can that it's a groupchat, assured by your boyfriend before that it was totally private, babe. This is jut between us.
"Now say hello," he puts his stubbly cheek next to yours, rubbing like a cat. "And introduce yourself."
"H'llo," you struggle through it, muffled by his grip. Your name is almost unintelligible, and your jaw starts to ache a little.
"Say, can I please suck your cock, sir?"
Your stomach tightens, right down to your pussy, which gushes a little into your panties.
"Cn'I please suck your cock, sir?" he's so fucking forward, just jumping in headfirst. The loss of control, your being told what to do, makes your clit jump. Sex has never been like this - you've never been so acquiescing.
"Of course you can, bonnie!" you're almost tossed to the floor, no gentleness as he pulls you toward him by the hair so quickly it almost makes you dizzy. He scoots to the edge of the couch, leaning back against it, and uses that strong arm to rub your face on his bulge. "Get me hard."
He puts his phone on the arm of the couch.
You flounder, hands finding his knees and trying to pull back. He doesn't let you.
"Use your mouth, kiss me," his hand finds a firmer hold on your hair as you start mouthing against him, tasting denim, smelling his musk, letting it get to your head and make you dizzy. "That's right, kitten."
His cock starts to chub under his clothes, and you almost wish you could feel it in your mouth. Oral isn't your favourite, but the way your pussy clenches around nothing and drips into your panties is making you think maybe you were wrong about yourself.
"Up, up," your face is rubbed a little raw by the time you sit up, looking at him. Waiting for instruction. "Everything off, except your panties."
You obey, stripping your shirt and bra and then your shorts. Your nipples tighten in the cool air of the apartment, goosebumps dancing along your arms and your belly. Self-consciousness almost has you reaching to cover yourself, until Johnny grabs you by the shoulders and twists you just enough that you're back to facing his phone.
"Look at these," he grunts in your ear, fingers finding your nipples. Pulling them, pinching them. It's not for you, it's for the camera. You feel like an object, an accessory, secondary to getting the shot of the rough pads of his fingers teasing you into whimpers.
You've never been more turned on.
"Nice, eh?" he pulls them up and out, which hurts, but draws a line of pure electricity from your nipples to your clit. "Whatd'ye think, L.T?" the name doesn't register. Army stuff, you assume.
You're turned back around sharply again to face his actual cock. He's pulled it from his fly, thick and leaking, while you were getting undressed. It's unfair, really, nice and long and curved.
"Ask me again," a statement. A command, phone discarded.
"Please can I suck your cock, sir?" the words make your cheeks burn, your body quiver, your clit jump.
"Ye can," laughter this time, worsening your embarrassment. His hand finds your hair again, pulling you down when you're too slow to touch your lips to the head of his dick. "I'm gonnae fuck your face, alright?"
Without waiting, he lifts his hips up and thrust into your mouth. It's not as deep as it can go, but you almost gag, unprepared. The next thrust is deeper, quicker. He's letting you build up to it, letting your hands rest on his knees for balance.
Your nose touches his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of him. Any attempt at hollowing your cheeks, sucking, licking, is futile. He's so quick that the best you can do is hang on for the ride, keeping your teeth in check.
Drool builds and spills past your lips, making wet sounds compete with his frankly pornographic moaning. He's a man possessed, using you while you squeeze your eyes against overwhelmed tears.
Finally he yanks you off of him by the hair, holding you up while you splutter from the unexpected change. Your hands go to your face, trying to wipe.
"None o'that, now," he bats them away, giving you a shake when you keep trying. "Leave it." like you're a bad dog.
Strings of spit connect your swollen lips to his cock, thin and gooey, that fall to your bare chest when he sits up.
You're turned, stood up and then guided to the couch to sit. Johnny slaps your thighs to get you to open them, lifting your feet for you so that your heels rest on the edge of the couch cushions.
"Awe, look how wet she is," he holds your legs, exposing your wet panties to him and to his phone, where he takes a few pictures. Again, you wonder about the appeal of this for your boyfriend. It's hot for you. Degrading, but hot. Or maybe more hot because of the degradation.
"Oh god," you say out of shock. You've never been so fucking wet in your life, and god forbid he sees how swollen with arousal you are underneath.
"Naw, just me," Johnny says, rubbing his knuckles over your pussy through the fabric. "She all wet and frustrated?"
You don't answer, hands keeping you sat up, chest heaving. You're still a little dizzy.
Johnny licks over your panties, mouthing over them not unlike what you did for him only a few minutes before. It's nothing, really, but you're so worked up that it startles a long, drawn-out moan from you.
He continues like this, never actually making contact with where you need it, with your skin. Every one in a while he turns his head to the side and grins, taking a picture or a videoclip while you tip your head back and resist begging him to just get on with it.
His nose presses on your mound, where he drags it down to your hole and sniffs.
That's what breaks your resolve.
"Please," you whine. Your voice is rough from taking his cock in your throat.
"Please what?" he opens his mouth and puts his teeth on you, not biting, just letting you feel them. Gnawing gently.
"Please do it," you look down at him, and even though he's on his knees you know you aren't the one in control. "Please lick my cunt."
A laugh, mean and condescending. Your eyes close in shame, pussy burning for attention.
"This cunt right here?" he pulls the gusset aside, whistling. "This desperate little cunt?"
"Yes, please," you curl your toes into the couch.
Something shifts in his eyes, some unrecognizable flash. It feels like danger, like you're in over your head. Johnny takes two fingers and rubs them over your clit, slowly at first, and then quickly when he feels how slippery you are.
Somewhere, a volcano erupts and it isn't comparable to the heat or the feeling of your clit finally getting attention. It zings through you, making you squeeze your muscles, taught and trembling.
The pads of his fingers are a rough sensation on your swollen skin, the worlds best vibrator, ribbed for your pleasure. All he does is rub, up and down over your clit, quickly and until your face starts to scrunch together in orgasm, trembling hard.
Then he pulls back and slaps you so hard on your pussy you scream.
You almost come from it, shocked, legs kicking out, skin burning and clit pulsing with desperation, back bowing. You keep making sound after, a long and drawn out aaaaaahhhhh while he grins like the cat that got the cream. Takes another picture, the click of the camera loud in the face of your disappointment.
The intensity of it almost brings you to tears, looking at him with betrayal and vulnerability in your face. You feel weak all of a sudden, cored, devoured, pulled apart as soft as slow cooked meat.
Your panties fall back over your skin, a minor comfort against the sting.
"Poor girl," Johnny says with false sympathy. "Let me make it up to ye."
Then you're up again, pulled and pressed against Johnny's chest until he pulls your underwear down and rearranges you to sit on his lap over his spread legs, yours dangling on either side.
"Gonna bounce ye on my cock, alright?" you nod. "Sit on it."
You lift your hips, using his knees for balance, and he guides the head of his cock to your hole. Stops you from sitting back right away with a hand on your hip, squeezing the soft flesh there, and holding you there.
"They're kissing," he laughs. You feel it, your cunt mouthing at him like a conscious being, separate from you. "Ye think they want tae meet each other?"
"Can I?" you don't fight to keep the whine out of your voice. You want to come, you want this aching and this emptiness to end.
"Can ye what?"
"Sit on your cock, please."
"Well, since ye asked so nicely," and then he notches himself properly again, and forces you down with two hands on your waist. You shout, arching, head thrown back. "Bounce on it now, kitten. Show me how badly ye want to come."
And oh god, you do. You rock forward, shaking at the feeling of him, no technique to guide you just pure intuition, brain and cunt and body as one. Distantly, the sound of the camera registers, but it only makes you move faster.
He spreads your cheeks, exposing where you're connected, putting the camera close to the wet clench of your cunt around his cock and - oh, he's filming it. There's no click, just the wet sounds of you riding him.
"Thas'right," he murmurs lowly, maybe for show. "You wanna come?"
"Yes!" you lean back, then, sweat slicked back sticking to his shirt, forgetting where you are and why you're here. Everything narrows down to your pussy, but you feel compelled to keep your hands off your clit even though you know it would make you come quickly.
You want to listen to him, to wait for permission. The thought is searing heat through your core.
Fingers find your face, slipping into your mouth. Your lips wrap around them, sucking like you would've his cock.
His other hand lifts his phone in front of you both, snapping shots of your unfocused eyes, your tits pushed into the air, his smarmy expression. He hooks his fingers then into your cheek, pulling back like a fishhook.
"Good girl," his lips against your ear, stubble scratching the hot skin of your neck. "I'm gonna fuck you for real now, alright?"
You nod, desperately. He pushes you up and off of him, face down in the cushion. He's still clothed, for gods sake, jeans rubbing against the backs of your thighs when he drags your ass back toward him.
The mushroom head of his cock finds your cunt again, pushing in, driving you nuts. You're moaning helplessly, letting him take your boneless arms to hold them behind you.
He fucks you like a man possessed, in a short strokes, barely leaving the hot clutch of your pussy. The sounds, if they were bad before, are worse now, wet and humiliating.
Every thrust feels like he's slowly inflating a balloon inside you, like something pulling taut, like pressure about to burst.
"Fuck, wait!" you shout and turn your head. The pressure is insane, mixed up with a building orgasm, twined together. He hasn't even touched your clit, and yet you're on the precipice.
Johnny leans down, lips on your ear. He slows, but doesn't stop.
"What is it, bonnie?"
"I have to pee," you'd have mumbled it before, but the feeling is so strong you can't help but whimper and cry. "Please let me up."
"Ye aren't gonna pee," he laughs. "Trust me, just trust me." Then keeps pistoning into you.
You feel like jello, like mush, the only solid part of you is about to burst and somehow it makes you feel real anxiety, dampening your enjoyment.
"Johnny-" you whimper, emotion clogging your voice. You feel vulnerable, held down and bared.
In need of reassurance.
"You're alright," he leans back down and nuzzles your wet cheek. "Ye can let go, kitten, I've got ye."
You gasp, pulsing hard around him, the feeling back again, before you gush around his cock, a spray so intense you cry as it forces him out of you.
"Good. Fucking. Girl!" he slaps your ass once, twice, on both cheeks. Rubs your flank like a horse and then plunges back into you when you finish dripping down your legs.
This is purely selfish, him fucking you hard now, jackrabbiting his hips into yours. You hear the phone again, just barely, as your ears ring.
You're raw from coming without any touch to your clit, a weird limbo between being on-edge and oversensitive.
"Gonna give me another," he's growling now, getting impossibly faster. You actually really cry when he reaches around to twist your clit, thrashing under him, not sure if you want to leap off the couch or crawl right back into him. "Come for me!" he shouts, pulling up the hood of your clit to really get at you, rubbing rough circles around your beleaguered little nub.
The second orgasm melts your brain out of your ears, so long and drawn out that you're still shivering with the aftershocks as he pulls out of you and paints your back with his release.
You pant, arm one arm dangling over the edge of the couch while you the other covers your eyes.
Johnny rubs a hand on your thigh, light and gentle, patting your bum as he stands. You move your arm just enough to squint at him.
His jeans are soaked.
You laugh, uninhibited, delirious. He laughs with you.
"All you, darlin'!" he takes another shot of you, pulls your legs apart and takes a picture of your wet, sore hole.
"Is she good?" ah, your boyfriend. He has his own wet spot on the front of his pants.
"She's good," Johnny confirms. "Ye need to take care of her now, right?"
Something in his voice changes. A different kind of authority to the one he used on you, one reserved for soldiers. For men beneath him. At that thought, your pussy makes a valiant effort to clench.
"Yeah, yeah," you hear. Your boyfriend has his phone out, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "These are great man, thanks."
You start to sit up, still shaking, but not wanting to have him see you that way.
"Man, you weren't kidding!" he goes on. Johnny frowns and steps forward to clap him hard on the back and grab his nape.
"Run a bath, do it now. Ye got granola bars?"
"Uh, yeah. Hold on."
You're touched by his concern, and wind up soaking in warm bubbles after he leaves. You wonder about the photos, about what you look like. If your boyfriend is satisfied, if Johnny is.
If you were good.
Feels like you were, but somethings changed. Johnny found a soft spot knife-deep inside you and dug himself in, made you fly and made sure you were brought back to earth after, tenderized and then wrapped in comfort.
Beneath the water, you touch your pussy. Not to masturbate, just to feel the soft sore flesh, to remember the feeling of fullness.
Maybe, after his deployment, your boyfriend will want more pictures.
Fresh material.
Beneath the water, your finger curls into yourself and you sigh, satisfied.
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blaire-apricity · 2 months ago
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Kitchen
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How does the LADS boys handle themselves in the kitchen?
ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : prompt, soft, fluff & possible OOC
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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫
Xavier in the kitchen was almost a disaster waiting to happen—no exaggeration. He had a knack for forgetting to turn off the stove or neglecting to set a timer, leaving his meals charred and inedible more often than not. While eliminating Wanderers with effortless precision was second nature to him, cooking seemed to be his weakness. Typically, Xavier gravitated toward quick, easy meals—cup noodles, ready-to-eat options—and never fussed over what he ate.
Despite his mishaps, he genuinely put in the effort to learn, committing to recipes and working to improve. With time, practice, and a few burned pans later, he eventually became efficient in the kitchen. Once he mastered the basics, he started preparing large meals, focusing on quantity so you’d never be short of options, making sure you had plenty of your favorites to choose from.
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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne embodied the perfect image of husband material. Though his job as a Linkon doctor kept him busy with back-to-back surgeries and long hours at the hospital, he never failed to make time for you—especially if you were craving his cooking. Despite his demanding schedule, he made it a priority to prepare meals whenever he came home, often late into the night, just to see your face lit up with each bite.
Zayne was meticulous in the kitchen, his precise nature extending from surgery to the ingredients he handled. Aside from his disdain for carrots, he had an impressive knowledge of different vegetables and how to bring out their natural flavors in every dish. Whether he was baking or cooking, he always followed the recipes to a tee, ensuring every detail was perfect, particularly when trying something new. His care and precision in the kitchen mirrored the way he treated you—attentive, thoughtful, and deeply considerate.
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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel may come off as bratty and spoiled, but beneath that exterior, he harbored surprising culinary talent. It wasn’t something he flaunted, considering that most of his meals were either prepared by Thomas, brought or ordered online. But when the mood struck him, Rafayel could whip up a dish with flair, though he often relied on instructions and recipes to guide him. His creativity shined through, however, as he loved experimenting and adding his personal touch to any recipe.
You were always his first taste-tester, the one he’d eagerly present his latest creation to—sometimes a surprisingly delicious innovation, other times an odd combination that left you questioning his choices.
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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sylus, much like Zayne, could easily be considered husband material, though he typically didn’t need to lift a finger in the kitchen thanks to his personal chef. Yet, when the occasion called for it, Sylus was more than capable of preparing a meal. Confident and knowledgeable, he rarely consulted recipes, instead relying on his sharp memory and expertise.
While patience wasn’t his strong suit, he made an exception when you were involved. If you were there to taste his dish, Sylus would put his full effort into crafting a meal that catered to your palate, making sure each seasoning and flavor hit the right notes. For someone who thrived on power and control, cooking was one of the few activities where he allowed himself to slow down, focusing intently on every detail. After all, he wanted it to be perfect for you.
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╰。 Author's Note: There's significant parts that are definitely inspired by Infold's Special Chapter; "Ways Of Making Chocolate" chibi report on this prompt.
I'll be working on some requests (specifically a continuation of Grief) by next week since preliminaries are approaching soon, I'll be off from writing for a few days.
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gelatinous-globster · 2 months ago
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one thing i think about a lot is how in "The New Nega-Globby", when GoGo (understandably) votes to put Nega-Globby back in the Glob-Vac, every time she does Wasabi shoots down the option. until Baymax is the one to suggest it, and even then he looks disgruntled.
like. he has no reason to be kind to the guy who was actively and purposefully rude to him abt something he's passionate about. and yet he still is
wasabi is so so gentle. not even just as a headcanon thing. he just is. in canon. he’s lovely
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