#Alex Confinement

[circuitsfantasies]

Confinement [Alex's Finale] (Part 8/8)

Blood had been spilled and Kevin and Luke were now free to move on. It felt free for the first time in months. Whatever Luke had used to put an end to this had already been properly disposed of, and anything else had been planted to point to Marcus. I was able to clean myself up after going home, my mother had been worried sick and was shocked at my state. I told her I didn't know what had happened and woke up in the park nearby, which she ruled up to me grieving Luke's death which, she wasn't entirely wrong. It hadn't been long until Marcus was found dead in City Park in the same place Luke had been found. The news reported on the case, seems like the case was closed shortly after due to Luke covering our tracks though you never know what could happen in the future. A few months later Luke's family or well, Luke's dad, Travis, came over to give me some of Luke's old stuff like his rock collection, drawing supplies, old clothes, jewelry Luke made, and most importantly... The computer we built together. Luke and I weren't the best at tech but one summer we figured out how to slap together a computer (with the help of his dad) and got it to run. Luke was so excited so I let him keep it instead but I got it back today. Travis had always been welcoming of me in his home despite his wife having a different view I always considered him family like Luke and he seemed to have felt the same. I remember the hug he gave me after he told me he was moving away, honestly, I couldn't blame him for leaving. He and his wife had raised Luke together here in Denver for years so to stay in the same town his son had been killed in was most likely salt in the wound seeing the old places he used to take us on the weekends when he had time to drive us around. Travis had helped Luke figure out who he was (with my help of course :))) ) and even gave Luke the idea for his new name. Which was funny, since apparently, Luke's dad was the one who originally thought of my best friend's birth name. I took care of Luke's old things and even made a data base of the rocks Luke had on the computer while also filing new ones I found. I know Luke would have loved that so I do it in his memory. While I won't stop trying to achieve my dream of becoming a biologist I will always continue to honor Luke's memory until I one day die. Sometimes I think I see the computer turn on when I'm in the other room but I think it's the computer coming out of sleep mode or something. Dunno never was a tech guy but I try my best to keep it in the best condition I can. There was something I always wanted to admit to Luke when he was alive, and I'm pretty sure his dad could read me like a book LOL... Goodbye, Luke... I love you, Alex.

[minecraftgender]

hi everyone prototype took over my brain again. heres a fic about it hehe

[wardinespurrit]

whiteboardfox doodles and whatnot: i

[gracetoldmeto]

i grossly underestimated how difficult surgery recovery was gonna be mentally

like, physical therapy obviously is hard but gOD my own head isnt helping...

[adreamthatsworthkeeping]

I don't like the pub quiz task...

[artbymyth]

Okay I finished Ninth House and now I’m obsessed.

Unfortunately my hold on the Hell Bent audio book doesn’t come up til 10 more weeks. Wish me will power in not spoiling myself in the tags for Alex and Darlington content

[milesbutterball]

https://www.yourtango.com/self/master-these-skills-confident-into-old-age

Psychology Says If You Can Master These 7 Skills, You'll Feel Confident Into Your 80s

The only person who can make you confident is you, but these skills can give you a boost.

Alex Mathers

Written on Feb 08, 2025

Decades on this jolly little planet have shown me that I’m just not very conventional. I’ve never followed the expected path, and I feel like a rat in jelly when I slide closer to conformity. I’ve always felt different, weird, and even a potential source of discomfort for many.

I haven’t had a proper job in over 15 years. I’ve spent more time living abroad than in my home country. I don’t party, have no interest in politics, prefer to be single, and want to spend the rest of my life writing books, making art, and running my off-grid homestead.

It has taken me a long time to reach a point where I feel confident with how I choose to live my life — and I’m still working on it. I’m not here to condone making terrible, regrettable, and reckless life decisions, but I am here to share skills that will make you feel confident well into old age.

If you can master these skills, you'll remain confident well into your 80s:

1. Tend to your needs and desires first

Tending to your needs and desires first is not selfish. So many of us make personal happiness impossible because we view everything through the judging eyes of our neighbors. ‘I’m selfish if I put myself first.’

Not true. If you allow your vibrance to be diminished by serving others at the expense of your joy, you’re less effective. You’re a husk. The world loses out when more of its citizens are unhappy

2. You understand what drives you

We all have different personalities and styles. What one person values highly, another person does not. And so you want to make sure you know yourself as well as possible.

If you continually feel shame, it may be time to self-reflect. This means reminding yourself about what brings you to life and what angers you. It’s about identifying your deepest fears and your frequently-entertained desires.

What would you most regret having missed when on your deathbed? These are the things to focus on. And yes, sometimes, in the interest of paying the bills, we can’t always be working on our passions directly, but you are doing what needs to be done first, so you can get there. In this regard, all you do is move you towards your greatest drives.

You must navigate your life according to your interests and passions — not someone else’s. This starts with understanding yourself and using past experiences to determine what makes you uniquely you.

Once you know more about yourself, you can set more authentic objectives for yourself. You can take action with less shame and a sense of pride and ownership… Because you’re doing what you are supposed to do.

Understanding what drives you primarily focuses on exploring different theories of motivation, including intrinsic vs. extrinsic factors, the role of personal values, self-efficacy, and the influence of personality traits, often utilizing methods like self-reflection, goal-setting exercises, and analyzing past behaviors to identify key motivators within an individual.

Self-determination theory suggests that the core human needs of autonomy, competence, and relatedness are key drivers of intrinsic motivation.

3. You don't take criticism personally

Tell me this: why would someone choose to criticize you if they felt entirely adequate and happy in themselves?

They bring others down because they operate under a faulty life strategy that says they gain at another’s loss. When this becomes clear to you, people no longer become a source of potential stress, but rather, they become a curiosity

4. You refuse to conform or lower yourself to mediocrity

It’s okay to be average. Those who struggle to think for themselves often find solace in a crowd.

But don’t feel bad if you struggle to connect or feel misunderstood. You are likely not in the former category if you are reading this. You take a healthy interest in reading, learning, and developing yourself. This is often a sign of superior intelligence and something to be embraced.

Conformity has several disadvantages, including loss of individuality, stifled creativity, decreased critical thinking, increased susceptibility to groupthink, potential for unethical behavior, reduced personal fulfillment, and negative impacts on decision-making due to prioritizing group harmony over individual perspectives.

Conforming too much can lead to people suppressing their thoughts and actions to fit in with a group, hindering personal growth and leading to poor choices when faced with important decisions.

The classic Asch experiment demonstrated how individuals readily conform to a group's incorrect answer even when they know it's wrong, highlighting the power of social pressure to influence behavior.

5. You trust your instincts

Just because society screeches that this or that is ‘the right thing to do’ doesn’t mean it’s right for you. Many of us endure depression because we allow ourselves to be molded by the opinions and judgments of other people. We relinquish our power by giving it up for others to pick at, like vultures in an open field.

We do this because we lack faith in our ability to perceive what’s right for us. We grew up waiting for other authority figures to touch us on the shoulder and permit us. And we lost our way.

You must find the path of self-guidance again. This means listening to — and believing — your gut. You must trust your boot as you step firmly into the sand

6. You have doubts, because people who stand to change the world often do

We feel doubt when we inch closer to upsetting the typical and expected order of things. If we’re uniquely talented or willing to invent, we invite rejection. People, for the most part, cringe at change. Being an innovator is inherently about disruption. And this can be scary. This is why we can feel doubt because we are skirting our edges.

So please know that if you feel lots of doubt, it does not indicate what’s wrong with you. It merely reflects the reality of what you’re capable of — i.e. disruption. You can either be crippled by your doubt or emboldened by it.

Experiencing a high level of doubt is often linked to low self-esteem, anxiety, and a history of negative experiences. Individuals may question their abilities, decisions, and self-worth due to past failures or a lack of positive reinforcement, leading to a cycle of self-doubt that can significantly impact their lives. Factors like perfectionism, social comparisons, and a critical inner voice can also influence this.

The power of doubt refers to the idea that embracing a healthy level of uncertainty and questioning can be a powerful tool for growth, learning, and better decision-making, as it encourages critical thinking, openness to new perspectives, and adaptability, unlike paralyzing doubt, which can lead to indecision.

7. You don't give other people the power to decrease your self-worth

One of our greatest fears is tied to banishment from the tribe. We didn’t want to be sent out alone into a scary forest because we might die.

This fear holds less significance in the modern age. The other side to this fear is our human-shared false belief that other people have the power to diminish our self-worth.

It’s a very real thought and a seemingly real threat. We believe this because somewhere along the way, we were told that self-esteem or self-worth was a thing. They are not — beyond being an illusory concept housed in confused minds.

We have nothing of ourselves to lose. Meditating on this can bring much relief. You may lose blood to a wound, but you can’t lose a piece of what makes you you.

This makes it far easier to fearlessly go out and do what works for you with your head held high.

Alex Mathers is a writer and coach who helps you build a money-making personal brand with your knowledge and skills while staying mentally resilient. He's the author of the Mastery Den newsletter, which helps people triple their productivity.

[lunarwings-rambles]

you ever just feel like shit all day and so you barely eat anything and then right as you're trying to go to bed your brain goes "hhamrmabhrbekif... eat now or I will make you MISERABLE and SAD" and so you're sitting there eating cold fries out of a Pyrex container like "are you happy, o meat suit of mine" or is this a me issue

[barrymccaulkinem]

satanic panickers try to kill an innocent and instead kill a cop and then themselves? sounds like the best case scenario to me

i mean sure its tragic that they ever believed such bullshit to begin with but i have been saying we should kill alex jones and his ilk for a while now, which is a major part of the solution

[thebluester2020]

Blue... Blue.... Alex and the squirting farmer did something.... Can i ask for the other male's reactions to that :3 pwease

SDV Bachelors x Farmer Who Squirts

Summary: How the bachelors react to a farmer who squirts for the first time. Warning(s): S M U T, Sam being a bit of a horndog / perv, Munch Elliot and Sebastion (it's my favorite headcanons of them and I'm dying on that hill), Shane being a bit of a dom, Harvey being a slight sub. Side note(s): I love it when y'all have big-brained ideas 💙

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Elliot

Oddly confident?

I imagine he has a diverse collection of books. Erotica is definitely on his bookshelf somewhere so mentions of a girl (or guy) squirting aren't uncommon to him. In his mind? You squirting is a sign that he's doing something good and he would take pride in it.

So follow the vision, the two of you have been dating for a while and you finally work up the nerve to stay over at his cabin for the night just to spend some more time with him, as well as hear the waves at night.

One moment Elliot was reading to you, steadily getting to a particular spicy scene in the novel, and the next?

His head was in between your thighs slurping and sucking at your clit.

♡ - In the silence of Elliot's cabin, lewd squelching and feverous moaning could be heard.

What started as a simple visit. Elliot had sent you a letter that he had received a new book in the mail and wished to read it with you, a simple and impromptu date night that steadily turned more sensual as your lover continued to read.

Mentions of the woman in the novel being touched by her lover...his fingers slowly trailing up her legs until they reached her twitching sex before the man's fingers teased her folds, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he fingered her to orgasm. You hadn't realized you were panting like a bitch in heat until Elliot teasingly mentioned the redness in your cheeks, questioning if you wanted to recreate the scene.

You couldn't imagine a scenario where you said no.

"Ah~! Elliot, oh fuck..." You moaned, your hands gripping onto Elliot's hair for dear life as he sucked and kissed at your clit, hums of appreciation escaping his glistening lips as his fingers teased your entrance.

Alone, his tongue proved his skill in pleasuring you. The whispered words of his love told to none other than your pussy as if it were capable of talking back to him, but, you oh so desperately wanted him to touch and scratch that itch inside of you. "You're twitching so much my love..." Elliot said, pressing one more kiss to your bud before he kissed up your thigh until he reached your calf.

"Elliot..." You whispered, teary-eyed and begging much to his amusement.

He leaned forward with a smirk, caging you in with his body as his free hand traveled back down to your pussy. "Yes~?" He smirked.

"N-Need you..."

"You already have me dear, what more can I give you."

Your blush only increased as your eyes looked away from his from both embarrassment and to gesture to the hand that was touching you everywhere but where you needed your lover the most. "T-There..."

"Your pussy? Aren't I already doing that?"

You pouted. "N-Need you...inside..." When his brown rose with that slow rising smile of his, your sex-dazed brain quickly remembered its manners as you whispered a shy 'Please' to him. And, without further convincing, Elliot's fingers plunged into your pussy, tearing a moan from the confines of your throat as your hands gripped the pillow behind you.

Elliot pressed sensual kisses all over your face, eventually focusing on nipping the shell of your ear as he felt your sex begin to clamp around your fingers. Your hands eventually left the pillow and moved to wrap around Elliot's neck as your moans suddenly increased in volume and frequency. "E-Elliot!" You keened. "S Something...oh fuck! C-Cumming!"

Without warning, there was a gushing noise, Elliot's attention swiping from your face to your sex before his eyes widened at the sight of a clear liquid spurting from your pussy and your legs shaking ferociously. His mouth fell open at the arousing sight, his cock twitching in its confines at the gorgeous sight before he looked back to you.

Your eyes were unfocused and cloudy, unshed tears brimming the edges of your eyes as your chest heaved up and down.

"My love..." He whispered. "Care to give me such a show again~?"

Sebastion

Flustered (his cock literally gets as hard as a diamond)

I like to believe that Sebastion is a virgin but he isn't stupid.

He knows of people being able to squirt, but he doesn't have experience due to him being a shut-in and never being intimate with anyone. When the two of you started dating though, his mind shifted as y'all got more handsy with one another.

The feeling of you cumming around his cock, the taste of your pussy. It all drove him nuts and eventually awakened something in him that screamed "Can they do more?".

And one night, when his family was out and you and him were getting hot n' heavy in his bedroom. Your body tucked into Sebastion's front as he looked over your shoulder as he fingered your lewd pussy, he got his answer.

♡ - He couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

And by "you", he meant your pussy that was clamping so tightly over his fingers if it feared of letting go of him! Such a lewd sight was a rarity- nay, an impossible scene for him to fathom for a shut-in like himself unless he watched porn or used his imagination. Of course, this was all before he got to know you.

Now? As you whined and moaned so prettily for him, your arms looped around his head in a subconscious way of trying to ground yourself while you practically fucked yourself on his fingers...his cheeks were so red that he felt as if he were on fire, he hadn't the slightest clue how he hadn't cum in his pants yet.

Sebastion pressed a sensual kiss to the corner of your lips. "You're so pretty Y/N...y'know that?" Sebastion whispered before his eyes went back to the scene before him as his fingers steadily grew more and more coated with your slick.

However, it was when a keen escaped your lips that he knew there was something different about the way your pussy twitched around his fingers then. How your hand raced to try and stop his hand and you began to whisper and beg for a break.

"Huh?" He said almost like a confused puppy. "You've never asked for a break before..." Cruelly, the thrusts of his fingers sped up as a smile cracked onto his flustered features at the sound of your moans increasing in volume.

"S-Sebby...!" You whined as your legs started to thrash and your cunt got sloppier, wetness started to coat his hand more and more as Sebastion's eyes were glued to the unfolding scene before him.

Yet before even he had a chance to predict what might happen, his hand was soon coated with the warmth of your gushing juices. His eyes widened in both shock and arousal as your legs shook and seized, the very scene stealing the very breath from his lungs as he struggled to not cum in his pants and save his load for when he was fucking you.

"Yoba..." He whispered as he brought his hand up to his face.

"Sorry..." You whispered, barely even coherent as you tried to will the energy to look at him.

He scoffed as he licked your slick off from his fingers. "Sorry?" He scoffed.

"Don't be~ let's do that again, but on my cock this time."

Sam

Excited (my favorite lil' perv)

I'm going to stick to my own personal theme of Sam being a bit fo a pervert and say that you squirting has been on his mind for a while now, along with the other nasty ideas floating around inside his head.

Some nights, when he's fisting his cock to the thought of you in a sundress or that time when he visited your farm and found you bent over to pick something up. He'd think about the 'What if?' moments of where he's behind you.

Beads of sweat dripping down your skin from the summer heat as he plunged into you repeatedly, his hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit as he got drunk off of your moans and begs for release.

Up until, much to his surprise, he felt a wetness splash onto him and drip down his thighs, your thighs quivering as he had to hold you up to keep you from collapsing.

Poor you, now you had to go at least three more rounds with him!

♡ - A pornographic moan escaped his lips when you squirted for the first time.

As sweat dripped from Sam's forehead as his cock dragged against your warm walls, he couldn't help the delirious moans that left his kiss-swollen lips. Almost as if he were the one who just squirted and not you. "B-Babe?" He said, lazily wiping the sweat from his eyes with the back of his arm before he leaned forward. "Can you do that again...? Fuck...you have to do that again" He begged, needy whines leaving his lisp as his thrusts picked up speed with a fervor more ardent than moments previously.

He couldn't even begin to explain how long he'd been waiting for this moment!

Since the first time he slipped into your pussy all those months ago!

When his imagination finally became reality.

From then on, he felt like a dog in heat. From a brief whiff of your perfume, to those rare-spotted moments where you bended forward in front of him. Your pussy was far too addicting for him to let go so easily, his aching cock always hard and at attention when he was around you as the thoughts of what he wanted to do next, what he wanted to experience next with you plagued his every waking thought!

But...now that he's seen you squirt? All the times he's had sex with you prior seemed to pale in comparison as the memory replayed again and again in his mind.

"S-Sam...!" You gasped. "S-Slow down- Ah!"

He pouted. "I can't..." He whined in your ear. "I just can't, fuuuuckkk, your pussy feels too good." He said, watery blue orbs looking into yours as a dopey grin slowly crawled its way onto his blushing features.

"You'll squirt on my dick again, right Y/N? Oh pleaassee say that you will..." To accentuate his begging, the side of his face dug into the valley between your bouncing breasts as he moaned at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his dick and the sound of your fucked-dumb pleas of 'More' or 'Go faster' rang in his ears.

"Don't worry Y/N..." Sam chuckled as his grip on your love handles tightened to the point you knew in the back of your head that you'd have some bruises there in the morning, his balls slapping against your sex echoing throughout his room. "I'll make sure that you feel really good."

Harvey

Similar to Sebastion, he's flustered but like way more.

You were taking control for the night and were fucking yourself onto his dick. Yet, the deeper angle pressed into a delicious ache inside of your cunt and caused you to become a little more...greedier than you typically were.

To the point, you were unconsciously overstimulating your poor lover as he was too fucked-dumb to even still you how you were fucking him too good. How, like yourself, were beginning to feel strange as his balls tightened up at his oncoming unexpected release.

But by the time you got off his cock, that last feeling of friction suddenly made him squirt just as, if not more than you had.

He was squirting allllll over his stomach.

♡ - When you squirted on Harvey's dick, your warm wetness splashing against his thighs as you threw your head back to let out a keen of sheer ecstasy. He felt like he was in pure heaven.

Yet as you slowly came down from your high, the aftershocks from your orgasm still washing over you as your pussy clenched and unclenched around Harvey's cock. When your gaze finally settled back onto your lover, you could've sworn you saw hearts start to appear in Harvey's eyes as you steadily began to roll your hips on his still-hard cock.

"Harvey?" You spoke breathily. "You okay?"

He was more than fine.

But, it took a long minute for the doctor to express that as he lazily looked up at you as if you hung the very moon and stars just for him. After all, he was far too focused on how your hips were rubbing against him oh so perfectly. How your sloppy pussy was so warm and so tight even after the countless times that the both of you had been together...so much so that he was slipping further and further into the fogginess that his pleasure-ridden brain provided.

"Harveeyyy~" You said his name like a siren as you caressed his cheek. "Feelin' good?" You purred, giggling when Harvey answered honestly with an eager nod and an 'Uh huh'.

At his honesty, you began to speed up your hip rolls, a choked-up whine just barely escaping Harvey's throat as his grip upon your hips tightened as he ground up into you in search of more friction. Yet, you knew your lover, although he was more vocal than your previous partners. This time? He was a lot more vocal than he typically was (not that you were complaining).

You almost wanted to be concerned.

But the sight of Harvey's eyes starting to roll into the back of his head?

It was far too delectable for you to give up on.

"So cute f' me baby~" You praised as you pressed your hands onto Harvey's chest, your hips falling and rising more rapidly onto your lover as more and more unashamed moans left his lips. "You should be this shameless more often." You giggled.

"I love how shy you are but I think I like this side of you a lot more." You giggled before you quickly snapped back to Harvey's face as his moans and occasional whines began to increase in pitch.

"Oh....shit, Y/N. H-Honey, I feel weird...please don't stop!"

"I think something- Oh fuck, d-don't stop...!"

"Yoba! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

Quickly, you dismounted your lover before finishing him off with your hands, wanting to see the amount of his spend before you were met with the unexpected scene of him squirting. The white liquid sprayed all over his stomach and just underneath his chest as Harvey's screamed to the point you feared he'd wake your animals. Your eyes were as wide as saucers, yet...as your gasping lover struggled to catch his breath.

A part of you begged to see him do it again.

Shane

RIP to your pussy

He's definitely fucking you harder after that little display.

But how he reacts in other ways definitely depends on the location. If you two are having sex at your place? I like to imagine that he'll get really kinky with it and try to make you scream as loud as possible, making sure that everyone within a ten-minute radius of your farmstead knows who made you squirt.

If you're fucking at Marnie's house, however? That'll be the time you find out just how good (and sexy) slow sex with Shane can be.

Ultimately though, when you squirt, Shane is in the business of making sure that you continue the party alllllll night long until he's satisfied or you passed out.

♡ - Ohohoho...he's been waiting for this moment since the second he had access to your tight little cunt.

"Shit farmer...didn't know you could squirt~" Shane groaned as he pressed a hand into the middle of your back, forcing you to arch even more as he drilled his cock further into your sloppy cunt. "How many other secrets are you holdin' out on me, eh?" He continued to interrogate you even though he fully understood you were incapable of answering in a complete sentence, much less uttering a single word aside from the breathless moans that escaped your hoarse mouth.

Yet as the local drunk fucked pussy, his full balls slapping against your cunt as the noises filled your otherwise quiet bedroom.

He couldn't help but remember the fact that he used to be so rude to you before he actually stopped and got to know you.

Suddenly, your face appeared in the forefront of his mind and as he became more drunk off how your walls squeezed his cock, the enveloping warmth began to make his hips stutter as he felt his release close in on him. All he could think about was making you his cute little farmer wife.

The two of you could raise allll the chickens you wanted.

But most importantly? And the most special little bonus that he and only he would get unlike the other people in this town who possibly had a crush on you? He'd have 24/7 access to your squirting little cunt, your moans that shamelessly told him to keep going despite your overstimulation.

He uttered out a guttural 'Fuck' at the idea. "Fuck pretty...we should get married after this, huh?" He smirked. "Ain't no way I'm losing this tight pussy, especially after figuring out what you can do tonight."

[nicoscheer]

08 Sep '23

Forest Hills Stadium

Forest Hills, NY, USA

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[circuitsfantasies]

Confinement [Alex's POV] (Part 4/?)

I know where he is. You can't HIDE from me, Marcus. Luke and Kevin told me, though Luke's more on board with this than Kevin. I can understand why, to be honest, there was never a bad bone in Kevin's body. I mean he was 11 when he died so I doubt he had many bad thoughts besides maybe cheating on his homework like he used to XD But Luke? He had gone through so much. He never deserved the end he was given and he knows it. I want to avenge them and Luke wants this too. I'll be honest I thought I had gone insane when I started seeing him. I wished SO hard to see him one last time and suddenly he was there? Yeah right. There was no way. Yet I could feel him, SEE him. Almost like my hands were his own and when I felt my other hand it reminded me of those hands with calluses that were usually dirty from washing dirt rocks and mud from the various rocks I had brought him. But the changes they made to me... I know after this is all over I can never live how we all wanted to. There will be blood on my hands too, just like his. I don't care if that makes me as bad as he was to some people. I'm doing this for them... for... For him. You can't hide Marcus.

We'll find you. You sick freak.

[minecraftgender]

anyway happy birthday to me, here's some self indulgent crossover AU art! ft. al-an's ass

[eroselless]

LAY UR HANDS ON ME

Summary: You and Lando have been friends for years, dancing around your feelings and avoiding the tension between the two of you. What happens when there's only one spot left in the car? [1.7k]

[lando norris x reader ]

MASTERLIST | Part 2 - I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, sorta dry humping, light fingering and cursing. If there's any I missed let me know!

Note: as the poets say, i’m a slut for Lando <3 

I was inspired by this tik tok and this fic by uluvjay

Anywaaays, let me know if I should do a part twooo

Lando's eyes can't help but wander over your figure as you sit next to him at dinner. His gaze traces the curves of your body accentuated by the dress you mentioned to him just the week before. The fabric clings to your body in all the right places, exuding an allure that is both captivating and refined. He notices how the colour of the fabric makes your eyes look brighter and emphasizes the features of your body that he always finds himself drawn to. You look completely at ease in your chair, a half-empty glass of wine dangling casually from your fingertips.

He's pulled from his thoughts by a voice across the table. "What's the plan?" Carlos inquires, his hands clasped together in front of him as he gazes out at Lando. He blinks, processing what his ex-teammate just asked him. He hesitates for a second.

"I think I'm ready to head back to the hotel," he replies, meeting your eyes briefly for confirmation. You nod in agreement, your silent support bolstering his decision. A chorus of voices clamours at you, George, Alex, and Pierre opting to go out for a few more drinks and dancing. You shake your head, swirling the glass in your fingers.

"I think I'll head back too," you say, setting the glass down with a decisive clink. Max nods in agreement, Pietra clinging to his arm as they prepare to leave as well. You all begin to file out, congregating in the foyer of the restaurant for some quick goodbyes.

Lily wraps her arms around you in a farewell embrace, a pout evident on her face as she whispers promises of future hangouts before hurrying to rejoin her awaiting boyfriend. Alex gives you a wave from afar, a gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips, and they join the rest of the group as they make their way towards their car.

You walk out, trailing close behind Lando. Your hand is tucked into the pocket of his blazer jacket, a silent yet comforting gesture that keeps you near him. The air is filled with conversations as you make your way to the car that awaits you. Everyone begins to pile into it, Max taking his place behind the wheel with Pietra by his side while Carlos sits in the back with Charles.

"Oh, shit—" you hear Lando mutter suddenly as he scans the remaining space. There's only one spot left in the car, next to Carlos. With a slight grimace, you watch as he waves his hand in the air as if to say, no mind that. Lando takes his place next to his friend, ushering you into the car as well. Your eyebrows furrow together as he gestures for you to climb in his lap.

You hesitantly sit down, pulling the door closed behind you. You had always been rather close to Lando, even going past the confines of friendship, blurring the lines. You'd always be stealing his clothes, his t-shirt, sweatpants, sweaters. He'd always find comfort in your body heat, curling up at your side to sleep or have a cuddle. You were essentially attached at the hip.

You'd grown accustomed to the flashes of cameras and the photos circling online on social media. Often, people would question if you were dating, but the answer would always remain the same—no. Not that either of you didn't want to, but you'd been friends for a few years, and Lando intended to keep you by his side as long as he could. He prioritized your bond over potentially complicating things by introducing romance to the mix.

This feels like entirely new territory, sitting in his lap with his hands hovering above your thighs, the faint scent of your perfume teasing his senses as you settle in. He can't help but feel a flutter of excitement surge through him. If you leaned back, he feared you'd be able to feel the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat underneath the layers of muscle that encase his chest.

As you lean forward to grasp the seat in front of you, Lando can feel his breath catch in his throat as he becomes hyper-fixated on your movements. He can't help but bite his lip as a flush rises to his cheeks, struggling to take his eyes away from where your figure is nestled in his lap. The softness of your touch sears through him.

His eyes dart nervously to Carlos, hoping to find some reprieve from the intense feelings brewing in him. The Spaniard raises an eyebrow at him in silent amusement, a smirk playing on his lips before turning back to Charles and resuming their conversation. With a gentle shake of his head, Lando tears his gaze away, opting to watch the lights go by outside.

He watches as the pavement gradually gives way to rougher terrain beneath the car’s tires, signaling the road to their hotel nestled on the outskirts of the city. Max turns the music up, trying to muffle the crunch of the wheels on the gravel. The transition is palpable, the rumbling of the road sending vibrations through the vehicle. Your position suddenly feels uncomfortable and you begin to shift in your spot, momentarily forgetting that he can feel your every move.

A sudden bump jostles you from your spot and you can feel Lando’s hands tighten slightly over your skin. You try your best to stay still, only shifting again when the car goes over another bump. A whispered plea cuts through the tense air, sending a tingle down your spine.

“Please stop moving.” he murmurs, voice strained. The heat that spreads through you only intensifies as you feel his grip on you tighten, your hands clenching onto Pietra’s seat in response.

“Sorry,” you whisper back, trying to sound as sincere as you can, to sound like you weren’t thinking about how hard he was beginning to feel under you. Lando’s fingers press harder into your thighs. The bumps keep coming and you struggle to keep from moving. The air around you feels as if it's getting hotter as you continue to move against him. Next to you, Carlos and Charles are dozed off, completely unaware of the tension rising just next to them.

You can feel Lando breathing down your back, having placed his forehead at the nape of your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine, right to your core. He’s breathing in your scent, burying his nose in your skin. His breath is coming out in broken fragments as he struggles to keep it under control. His fingers are now fanned out on your thighs, just inches from the hem of your dress. He’s almost tempted to slip his fingers under it. He bites down on his lip, a futile attempt to hide how much he’s enjoying the moment. The bumps in the road continue to make his heart pound, freezing his hands in place.

Desperate for some relief, he tries to lean back into the seat. The ache building in his cock is almost unbearable. He pushes his hips forward, inadvertently bucking them up and now it's your turn to try to keep quiet. You feel yourself hang off of the seat in front of you, back arching slightly.

His gaze is now trained on the curve of your ass in his lap and he can't help the sigh that falls from his lips. He so badly wants to surrender himself to the allure of the moment, so many years of yearning for you building up to this very night. 

You reach a hand down to grab one of his, intertwining your fingers in a silent plea for more. You feel as if you are skating on thin ice as you encourage his hand to move under your dress. A gasp threatens to make its way past your lips as he follows your lead and dips a hand between your legs. Pushing your knees out ever so slightly, his fingers delve deeper, and you find yourself teetering toward the edge of ecstasy.

You both begin to shift in time, the pad of his thumb just barely pressing into the button of your clit and your ass rubbing perfectly against his cock. With each subtle movement, your senses ignite, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through the both of you.

“Oh god…” Lando’s voice is a mere whisper, hardly reaching your ears over the hum of the car and pounding of the music. His fingers move in slow circles, you feel as if the pleasure could consume you whole. With every flicker, your teeth dig harder into your lip, and you swear you could draw blood.

You can see the hotel lights from here, light seeping into the car. Panic sets in as you freeze in the seat, hands and hips coming to a complete halt. You can feel Lando shaking underneath you, his cheeks a bright pink. His chest is heaving as he tries to take shallow and quiet breaths. You each try to compose yourselves and you lean back in his lap, pulling his hands out from the fabric of your dress.

The tension in the air is palpable as the car comes to a stop, Max putting it in park and announcing to the sleeping men that you’ve arrived. You bite your lip at the innuendo that goes over everyone’s heads. Not quite, Max.

Lando’s hands take their spot on your thighs again, just as they were at the beginning of the ride. They stick slightly to your exposed skin, a testament to the desire that simmers between the two of you. You can see them twitch as if they’re still itching for more. He smiles weakly at you as you step out of the car, blaming the tight confines of the car for your flushed cheeks.

You don't miss how he gingerly sticks the pads of his fingers in his mouth or how he shoves his hands into his pockets, adjusting his pants as he does so. You blink away the last of the haze in your eyes as you quickly and quietly follow him up to your shared hotel room.

[codnasties]

cod characters jerking off

this post includes: soap, ghost, gaz, price, graves, konig & alejandro (extra: alex)

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soap 🧼- the exhibitionist

soap is defineitely the kind of guy that would get hard on the car, as he's on his way to work, by just thining about how you looked that mornig in bed. imagining how you shold be under him in that thin material that you like you call pijamas. this is the exact reason he leaves early to work, because he always has to deal with an unexpected boner.

and trust me, this man is just going to pull on the side of the road where anyone passing by can get a clear view of him as he rubs one out real quick. fully stripping down - because let's be real, the man's an exhibitionist - and start firsting his red hard cock. hand wrapping around his shaft and making sure to swip his thum over his sensitive tip with every stoke until he makes a mess. his creamy cum dripping down his cock and balls as he's unable to keep his hips still, creamy seed now covering his hand and the driver's seat.

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ghost 👻- slow but with some roughness

you know what? ghost takes his wanks very fucking seriously. like he ain't jerking off unless he has enough time to slowly play with himself and take his sweet time. because the loves to start by palming himself over his pants. pulling his cock out and start languidly stoking his cock and playing with his balls.

but as much as he likes to be soft and slow with himself he also craves a bit of roughness. something to contrast againts the pleasurable wank but also still pleasurable. that's why he sometimes stops mid stroke, pulls his hard cock all the way back and releases it, making it spring full force against his abs. the pleaure of his leaking tip hitting against his hard abs and some extra few slow stokes turning him into a mess. thick cum now covering his dick and stomack and heavyly dripping onto his stomach.

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gaz 🧢- the dirty talker

gaz is a dirty talker, no matter if he's fucking you or his fist. because when he's away he for sure is filling your phone with videos of him stoking his cock and saying all the nasty shit he wants so do to you. because he's unable to stop himself from telling you how good you are, how much him and his cock miss you and asking you if you want or how much you want his cock.

the wet sounds coming from the continuos teasing of his sensitive hard cock mixing with the dirty words he whispers. making sure to give you a good view of his cock as he cums, pearly white and thick cum slowly dribbling from his tip, making sure to fully milk himself dry. especially because he knows those are the videos you watch before recording some yourself to send back to him, that's why he gives his all.

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price 🚬- the rushed wanks

with how much he has on his plate ond how many responsabilities he has, it's quite understandablea that price is a busy man. and as such, he barely has any time for himself, much less to jerk off. so whenever he does, it's always quite rushed, but he always remembers to send you a little video so you can enjoy that beautiful video of his for a bit.

the hastiness showing in the way he pulls his pants only to the middle of his strong hairy thighs, underwear only pushed to a bit lower than his hips to get his dick freed from it's confines. hand hurriedly stroking himself, his alluring pecs moving with each stroke. the pleasure and the final release after a few stresful days making him unable to stop the raspy grunts that leave him as he cums.

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konig 🗡- the timid-hand bator

konig has big hands. ones that much his big cock. ones that could esily wrap around his whole shaft and give himself some full on amazing pleasure. but nope. because konig does those somewhat timid-hand jerk off. the ones in which he barely has his fingers touching his dick - fuck, he might as well just use his thumb an index with how 'delicately' he's toughing himself-.

but that gives him enough stimulation to get off. bitting his shirt out of the way because he is a big mess maker - he ends up hitting his face more than he would like just from thinking about you and your sweet body -. but he also bites his shirt to hel conceal all of the desperate noises he makes as he cums all over himself. stomach covered in his potent seed as he gives himself the last few stokes, giving you a prefect view of those juicy pecs of his.

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graves 🪦 - the double hand jerker

when graves finally gets home he doesn't have to think it twice, he throws his shit by the door, gets his shoes of and beelines thowards the beedroom. he may get his shirt off but the pants don't even make it halfway down his thighs as he throws himself onto the bed, pulls his aching cock out and gets down to business.

and let me tell you, sir philip graves doesn't do a traditional wank. no, he likes to use both of his hands, interlocking his fingers to create the perfect space between them for him to fuck. and even though at first he tries to actually jerk off, he's unable to keep his hips on the bed, bucking up his hard cock into the hole created by his palms. the pleasure and the sensitivity of his cock making him cum hard all over his abdomen and chest, and some of the thick ropes going as far as hitting his face.

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alejandro 🤠 - the palm user

you know what? alejandro is another two-hand bator, just like graves. but unlike the american he doesn't do that shit of interwiring his fingers to create a hole for him to fuck. what he does is use the palms of his hands. sandwiching his hard cock right between them, ensuring max stimulation.

when he jerks off like that he somehow ends up coming even harder than he normaly would. and he ends up making a mess over himself. but trust me, this man doesn't let a single drop of his creamy seed go to waste. he collects it back on his palms and uses it as lube on his still hard cock for round two ;)

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alex 🦿- the accidental mess maker

alex is just the kind of dude to make a mess on his car. trying to release some of that pent up tension before work. jerking his hard cock off right there on the drivers seat as soon as he turnt off the engine. but what he believes would be a quick rub and a little tissue to clean up becomes muck more. because he ends up shooting ropes that have such force they hit the car's roof, making one big mess, and now he has to clean that up :(

[yourdandelionofthedeathknell]

The Theraprism: Good or bad?

Ya know, i've never been sure how to feel on the Theraprism, as shown in the Book of Bill. This is in large part because we get very little info on it, from any perspective other then BIll's own at least (and he is...Not a reliable narrator). Personally, I see three possible interpretations and I don't know which one is correct. To be clear, I think all of these are fairly valid: 1. Their methods seem insipid, but are actually quite effective. They seem to have been effective in the past (one of Bill's fellow patients is slated for release in the near-future apparently), and the Axolotl (who, while not exactly rich characterization himself, has, generally, been portrayed as wise and benevolent) referred to it as "what [Bill] needs the most", which would be weird if it doesn't have SOME merit. I, myself, honestly prefer this one, because I think it works better with the narrative of the Book of Bill (a book which, generally, does not encourage the reader to sympathize with Bill's plight. Pity, maybe, but the framing is very clearly that he kinda deserves this) and the schadenfreude the reader is encouraged to feel if Bill's hellish afterlife is, largely if not entirely, a self-inflicted one: That it wouldn't be particularly bad if not for his own combo of being unable to accept that he lost, that he shouldn't be allowed to do whatever he wants whenever he wants to anyone he wants, inability to form meaningful bonds with others, and, most of all, his total inability to admit to being wrong. He COULD leave at any time, if he would just actually repent, but...He's Bill, so...He won't. It just works best for me if his hell is largely self-inflicted. 2. They are harmful, possibly deliberately. This does have a fair bit of support textually. Mandatory therapy is already a pretty major ethical grey area at best (a major tenant of modern psychotherapy is that you can't make someone change unless they take the first step), they definitely engage in toxic positivity, and, of course, the "Solitary Wellness Void" is...Solitary confinement, which is a practice most modern medical institutions oppose and consider to be psychological torture. So, fair bit of support for this. 3. This is what I think was probably Alex's intent: They're a bunch of oblivious obnoxiously happy morons (as Bill himself would probably describe them) whose attempts to treat eons-old eldritch horror bad guys with puppet shows and arts and crafts is meant to be amusingly-inept rather then actively malicious, and whose effectiveness (such as it is) is down to having literally eternity to try. Kinda like what Mabel might do to rehabilitate someone. To use an analogy, think Charlie Morningstar from Hazbin, at least in the first couple episodes, where the fact that she's treating adult criminals like misbehaving children is the joke and is meant to indicate incompetence rather than malice. I get that isn't that much different from the proceeding (except in terms of "how seriously are we supposed to take this"), but still. I think all three of these have support, and, to be clear, I go with the first one not because I think it's the most supported (might be the least), but because it jives most with how I think about BIll's narrative IE as a character we're meant to, at best, pity, but not really sympathize with. I think the intent is "Bill is suffering a karmic self-inflicted punishment after all the pain and suffering he's caused", not "Bill is being medically abused and we should feel bad for him". The Book of Bill does invite readers to sympathize with Bill occasionally, but mostly past Bill, not current Bill. All viewpoints are valid, this is just trying to organized some thoughts on the subject. I sincerely hope I haven't said anything harmful here. Uh, cards on the table, I am neurodivergent, but i've never had therapy, forcefully or otherwise (although I did have an irrational fear of the possibility of institutionalization for a bit), so i'm sorta going off vibes here, sorry to say. If I said anything insensitive here, I apologize.