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[injestedsoap]

Dirty, dirty, NSFW fic where you welcome home your favorite sergeant with tongues and fingers

for @femalefemur, please never stop sending me porn links, babe.

It had been a long deployment and Soap knew it was going to be a short break. Price had told him he'd have a month, Soap was skeptical it would be more than two weeks. But none of that mattered right now. Not his exhaustion, not his buzzing brain, not the new scars he came home with, not even the fact that his ears were still ringing from the battlefield. None of that mattered because you were tongue deep in him while your hand tugged on his weeping cock.

"Ah," Soap moaned, pressing his face into the mattress and his ass back against your tongue, "Ah, hen what you bloody do to me,"

You pull back with a loud slurping noise, giggling at Soap's moan as you spit in your hand and go back to working his cock. "What do I do to you, hm?" you tease, dancing your finger over his slit, "What does my pretty mouth do to your slutty hole?"

Soap whimpered and looked back over his shoulder, his eyes sleepy and hooded as he spread his thighs further, "You drive me out my damn dead is what you do."

You beam, kissing his softly furred ass sweetly before reeling back and spanking him hard, well, as hard as you could. Instead of a squeak like you were hoping for you get a long low groan which is a pretty good consolation prize. You get a hand full of his dark curls and tug and that gets a whine and a weak swat, "Careful back there," Soap complains, like his hole isn't fluttering from the sensations of light pain, "I'm not looking to get plucked my first night home."

You snicker but lean in and kiss his ass again anyway.

Home.

Probably too sappy a thing to be thinking about when you're eating out your military boyfriend. You spread his cheeks and spit a fat wad of saliva on his twitching hole, relishing the half moan, half giggle you get in response.

"Gross," Soap whispers into the sheets.

"Mmh," You hum, leaning in and kissing his wet pucker before going back to work, tonguing deep into him and wiggling your tongue. Soap whimpers and pants above you, his balls drawing up tight as you massage them. You work your hand down, tugging his cock a few idle times before reaching to gently squeeze his stomach. He was getting older, he wasn't as easily able to keep the softness off his midsection, 20 year old Soap's cut abs gently morphing into 27 year old Johnny's tummy. Oh he had abs, but he didn't feel the need to dehydrate and cut carbs any more. He was just as much a badass after his morning muffin and too sweet coffee.

"Love," He whined as you ran your fingers over his treasure trail, "Cock, please,"

You pulled back from his hole just enough to laugh breathlessly, "Needy now that you're back," you tease, the very tip of your nail tracing the vein of his cock.

He looked back, one big blue eye peeking over his massive bicep, exaggeratedly batting his lashes, "I am always needy when it comes to your whore mouth on my respectable hole,"

You let out a screech of a laugh and gave him another spank, relishing the 'ow' let out in the middle of his own laughs. "Alright," You say, spitting in your hand and dragging the dribbles of precum up his shaft as you push him down onto the mattress. "Alright," the hand that isn't working his shaft slides up his thigh, giving his ass a soft pat before sliding two fingers into his already loose ring of muscle, going right for the little bundle of nerves. "Alright," You repeat, your voice softer as Soap presses his moans and whimpers into the mattress, his cock leaking profusely. You lean in, pushing your tongue in along side your fingers. It's not easy or comfortable and it's not coordinated but it must be enough because before Soap lets out a broken little noise and cums all over the towel you'd laid down before you pounced.

The orgasm must have been load bearing because with that Soap collapses, barely avoiding the puddle and barely giving you time to adjust yourself so you didn't get yanked down tongue first. As it stands the two fingers in his ass are connected to the arm that is holding you up and the angle isn't comfortable for either of you.

"Hold on," You grunt, finding a spit to put down your other hand and gently extracting your fingers from him. Grinning when he let out a noise of contentment, nuzzling down into the pillows. He'll worry about getting you off tomorrow (and the next day and the next day and the next day...) but for now you let him lay, bundling up the towel and washing your hands and face before coming back with a warm washcloth to gently clean him up.

"Thank you," Soap sighs.

"For cleaning you up or the rim job?" you tease.

He answers by grabbing you by the ass and tugging you down until you're situated so he can get his soft cock between your soft thighs, already prepping for your wake up call. He looks at you through his lashes and you roll your eyes, kissing him anyway and sucking on his tongue the way he likes. You let your hand drift down to scratch lightly at his round bottom, feeling the coarse hair and taught muscle under your fingers as you suck on the warm wet muscle between your lips, tasting cinnamon toothpaste and need. You pull away for just long enough for you both to breathe, laughing tiredly as Soap whines and chases your lips, even if he is panting too, and then go back in, twisting your fingers into his mohawk and pressing him closer still. You both stay like that, wrapped up in each other, lungs full of each other's air, until you finally drift to sleep, please to be back together no matter how short that time may be.

[petrowriting]

this year while we all celebrate pride month and celebrate ourselves as well as those who came before us and paved the way for us to do so, we must also think of those in gaza, queer or not, who live every day under a brutal occupation and don’t have that same privilege. happy pride, and may we see a free palestine in this lifetime.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[blessyouhawkeye]

i love that every time magneto loses his helmet in the x men movies he immediately starts going charles you could make me do ANYTHING YOU WANTED right now......... i'd be POWERLESS TO STOP YOU........ you could GET IN MY MIND and HAVE ME AT YOUR MERCY..... i think a lot of their problems could have been solved if charles just took him up on what was a very blatant proposition

[zanmor]

We are well beyond canary in the coalmine warning levels with the way trans people and particularly trans women are treated on this site.

Maybe you've heard the metaphor of allowing wolves and sheep to share the same space, welcoming everyone. You end up with just wolves because allowing them in that space makes it unsafe for any sheep. Or the story about how a nazi goes into a dive bar and is refused service. The bartender then explains to someone else at the bar that if you serve them once they tell their friends and before you know it you're the nazi bar they all go to and normal customers don't feel safe.

Terfs and other bigots are seeing these targeted harassment campaigns succeed against trans women and rejoicing. They see Tumblr ban them and officially stand by those decisions as endorsement for their harassment. It's a sign to bigots across the internet that Tumblr is a good place for them.

And what's more is that a lot of us probably don't realize just how much trans women contribute to Tumblr. The women banned recently were sources of site-wide memes and posts I wasn't even aware originated from them.any years old memes and references can be traced back to trans women on this site.

How many of these folks have to be removed before this is no longer a site you want to be a part of it? Sure you cultivate your own experience, but you can't follow or interact with people who aren't here. And if I wanted to interact with the nazis and terfs I'd go to reddit.

I encourage everyone to reblog this. Trans women shouldn't have to be the only ones speaking out against the bigotry they're experiencing. They shouldn't be the only ones risking their blogs being nuked by staff. We have to stand with them.

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[elodieunderglass]

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

[cidnangarlond]

[wolfienation]

absolutely hilarious to me that agatha calls rio a bad boy when in reality rio is actually the rule following jock with infinite patience and care who brings you flowers on a first date.

agatha on the other hand is the snarky girl who gets into arguements with her teacher about the smallest details in the lecture and is constantly getting detention for cursing someone out. she's top of all her classes tho.

[samble-moved]

post itself

false flags

trans/adjacent tags

accessibility features

tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)

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staff @/macmanx guilt trip

list of staff + more issues

[shadowtraveled]

"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstated—and that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.

but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isn’t a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demon’s appetite. mithrun’s wish, as far as we can figure from kabru’s reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. that’s delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "想い人" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)

mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the two…

the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interest—the bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.

every time she’s given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, she’s drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the “what if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?”/“then the dungeon lord is unstable” exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. he’s so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.

first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic

which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i… doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the “untrustworthy” comment. the dungeon’s conjured illusion of mithrun’s love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while it’s definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.

which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.

the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.

walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?

well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.

you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?

it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiority—he sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.

when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.

and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.

kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.

yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Cassidy loves to scare the FNAF night guards..

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.