#cuck rusty

[self-loving-vampire]

Another day, another creep seething about being cucked by Rusty from Armored Core 6.

[timmie15]

the fact that someone out there is doing the Lord's work

making a dating sim based on Armored Core 6

a mecha game.

what is happening.

I'm all for it---

I found my hyperfixation like-

the designs the artist made

I literally started supporting her on Patreon if she'll not make this game I'll die

her designs had me like

why are they not real omg

like

look at them

Rusty's so

wow

on my knees my lord-

Iguazu looks so emo tsundere bf

Walter is daddy shaped

And the WOMEN make me gay

Materlinck is the definition of my taste in women

Snail looks like a cuck I love him too

BRUTE???? PATER??? zAMN

[etchif]

This photo is so funny to me the way Rusty is standing there in the background all blurry and cuck-esque

[hauntedjohnny]

FLOWER POWER

sissy slaughter x sister-in-law!reader

wc: 3.3k tw: NON-CON, sex pollen, thigh riding, oral sex, fingering, strap-on sex, breath play, overstimulation, somno(?), face-sitting, cuck!johnny i guess

MINORS DNI

Sissy had been staring at you the entire afternoon. You were wearing her shirt. A slip from Bubba holding a glass of water was all it took. It stretched in all the right places, your braless form on show for anyone to see. What threw her over the edge, however, was when you sat on the back porch de-seeding the sunflowers. Your fingers rubbed in circles at the head clenched between your thighs, releasing the beads in a small tray below you. The autumn afternoon sun left a light film on your head, a gentle breeze exposing your neck, cooling the sensation. You were an enticing meal. She had to get you alone.

"Hiya sweetie, what d'ya say about coming to pick some flowers with me? Some girl-time away from these idiots."

You grin at the invitation, nodding in acceptance, hoping she didn’t see the initial confusion in your eyes. When you first met her, you thought she hated you. You and Sissy will get on like a house of fire, trust me, she could make friends with a fly. Johnny couldn’t have been more wrong. Always staring, lips pulled taut, few words shared. You tried to befriend her, but she’d feign busyness whenever you fumbled your way into conversation. You didn’t know how you made her run hot, jealousy running through her blood every time you stared at Johnny with those doe eyes, lust making her blood pound every time she breathed you in. She’s off-limits. Johnny’s voice rang through her head. She knew he wasn't talking about sex, so was she really off-limits? Oh, how Sissy needed to taste you, hear you squeal for her, show you her ways.

"Let me get changed real quick and I'll meet ya back here."

She leaves before you can question her need to change, but you shrug it off, deciding to tell Johnny your whereabouts instead. With a swift kiss on the cheek and a warning about being back before dark, you leave the family house arm in arm with Sissy. Her unchanged appearance went unnoticed as the fields of flowers came into view.

"I have got so much to show you." She giggled, locking the gate behind her.

The vast fields were quiet, a light hum from Sissy filling the void. You trailed behind her as she went to different patches, brushing your hand against the stems, appreciating the nectar scent whenever something piqued your fancy. She observed how you interacted with the flowers, giggling whenever your nose kissed the stamen. As they went deeper into the fields, the flowers in her basket became more abundant. Petals, leaves, stems and roots were crammed together. The empty glass jar was the only thing void of life. Sissy knew she couldn't hold out any longer.

“Could you be a doll and fill this jar with the pollen from those flowers over there?” She said, pointing at a small patch of maroon.

You nodded with an eager smile as she shoves the glass jar into your chest. Always happy to help. You skip over to the sea of red as Sissy watches your retreating form. With a click, the lid opens and you start tapping the flowers, causing spores to fall from the buds into the glass. Gentle fingers stroke each silky petal, fingers turning a darker red with each touch. You couldn't help yourself. The aroma was an invitation for your nose, sticking it deep within the petals. The sweet smell was intoxicating, breathing so deeply you could taste it on your tongue. Your nose tried to warn you, sneezing to expel the rusty dust swirling around you, but the damage had already been done. It was five minutes later when you felt it; the jar was half full, your brain felt like it was going to explode. Closing the half-filled jar, you staggered towards Sissy, eyebrows furrowed as you began to see double.

“You alright, sugar?” Sissy queried, raising an eyebrow at your distressed figure.

“I think the afternoon sun is catching up on me. I'm gonna make my way back.” You reply, running your hand across your forehead, hoping to soothe the ache.

“Nonsense." She waved you off. "Go perch yourself on that patch of grass; we’ll leave together when I’m finished.” She went back to her flowers, the smirk on her face going unnoticed by you.

Your body follows her command like a dog obeying its owner, too focused on the sweat forming on your neck to stand your ground. The heat in your head surges down your body until it settles deep in your core. Knees dirtied as your legs gave way beneath you, writhing in the grass as a cramp soars through you. Your jaw clenches as you try to breathe through it. You wished Johnny was here.

The soft material of your shirt rubbing against your nipple made your writhing stop. You were left frozen at the sensation as your brain tried to catch up to the feeling, small whimpers leaving your mouth. Another shift caused it to catch on the hardened bud again, the feeling rougher as your nipples grew more sensitive. A moan slipped out before you could stop it, catching the attention of the woman nearby. The sensation became unbearable, mimicries of the touch your body needed. Tears sprung in your eyes as the shirt started to feel like sandpaper abrading your skin. It felt like you were suffocating.

You peeled the sweat-stained shirt off your body without a second thought; the cool breeze soothing the fire on your chest was the only thing your mind could focus on. Sissy's shadow looming over you went unnoticed until she let out a small chuckle at the sight of you on your back, squirming uncomfortably. Your eyes fluttered open, steely eyes dragging up your body to meet them, pupils so large they eclipse the reflection of the low sun. Dizziness took over as she brought her face close to yours; four eyes stare down at you as your vision blurred. The proximity was smothering. Another cramp brought your knees to your chest, a subconscious barrier preventing Sissy from getting closer, or perhaps, a barrier preventing you from succumbing to temptations.

“You poor thing.” Sissy cooed, bringing her hand to gently cup your face.

“I think you should go get Johnny.” You choke out, tears turning the girl in front of her into nothing but a blur.

Ignoring your comment, she began circling the wetness on your face with her thumb. The ghost of Johnny’s kiss melted under the heat of your cheeks. You followed her hand with your lips like a bloodhound; staggered breaths landed on her palm as you inhaled her grassy scent. Lips brushed against her skin, the only source of comfort you could find. Your body was starved for touch. Another wave of pain sends your legs into Sissy's stomach, a winded huff leaving her throat at the impact. The grip on your jaw grows tighter. You stifle a moan in the back of your throat before uttering the words Sissy didn't want to hear.

“Want... Johnny...” Your voice was higher, strained.

You fidget below her, the last bit of sense fending for itself, pushing her away with your legs. Your hand goes to grab her wrist, but it's slapped away before you can make contact. A hardness glazed over her eyes. She was trying not to snap as she wrestled with your flailing legs.

“I wouldn't try that if I were you,” she snarled through gritted teeth.

A sharp slap on your thigh caused you to fall rigid, the feeling going straight to your cunt. Winning the fight, she brings her grass-stained fingers to your throat, causing your body to go limp with submission. With tangled legs, her thigh wedges itself between your own. A cruel smile creeps on her face at your compliance.

“There’s nothin’ he can do for you that I can’t.”

Dread drowns your body as you stared at Sissy, biting your trembling lip in contemplation. Her hand grew heavy around your throat, the other sending soothing sparks as it thumbed your shorts, causing your mind to grow cloudier, her touch overwhelming your system. Before you can stop it, a loud sob spills from your throat, tears streaming down your face. You were terrified of Johnny's reaction. You were terrified that you didn't hate what was happening. You needed her. Another wave coursed through you as your hips jolted towards Sissy, grinding against her thigh without thinking. Your sobs turn to that of relief.

Embarrassed by the way your hips move against your will, your eyes clench shut, unable to confront the smug look on Sissy's face. Your pitiful motions spoke for themself — you needed her the way she needed you. Rutting harder, you throw your arms over your face as your cunt throbs with humiliation. Your mind screams at you to stop, but your legs cross behind her, pulling her taut against your body as you try to find your high. Wet kisses are peppered down your neck towards your breasts, a trail of goosebumps following in their wake. You stifle a moan at the back of your throat. Each movement was filled with desperation, her sharp tongue wanting to taste every inch of your skin.

The relief wears off, the confines of your shorts growing tighter, your body wanting to feel Sissy’s skin against it. You push at your shorts in desperation. Sissy, understanding your pitiful whines, untangles herself and strips them from your legs. Before you can bring her back to your heat, she leans down and pushes your thighs apart. You try to resist, whining like a brat as she denies you friction. She sends a glare your way, raising an eyebrow as her nails dig deeper into your thighs at the outburst.

"Such a pretty thing. This all for me?" She bites, staring into your hooded eyes. The taunt in her voice was so soft it made you hazy.

Your underwear is slick, the wetness revealing the contours of your folds. Goosebumps erupt down your body as her nose nudges at your covered clit. Arousal glistens in her eyes as she breathes in deeply, the scent of your own arousal infecting her senses. A silent gasp turned into a strained moan as Sissy licked a broad stroke across your cunt. Before you could make another sound, your sodden underwear was stripped off your body and shoved between your gasping lips. The coolness hitting your slick made your breath hitch. Every hair on your body was alert as Sissy's hot breath hit your hot cunt. Your fingers tangle into her hair in silent plea, urging her closer.

"Y'need me to touch you, sugar?"

You can feel the smirk against your mound. She trails her finger across your glistening lips, cruelly avoiding your engorged clit. She watches it twitch in anticipation, her mouth watering at your desire. She can't hold back any longer, plunging her tongue deep into your folds, your taste covering every inch of her mouth. You scream at the sensation, thighs clamping around her face, eyes rolling deep into your head. Sissy's tongue flicks at your swollen bud, causing you to tug harder at her hair, back arching as you try to chase the feeling. The broad strokes returned to your folds, drinking your addictive sweetness. She was exploring every nook and cranny with her tongue, losing herself to the taste of you; she had waited so long for this; she was going to savour it.

Your wetness falls to the grass below, weeping for more. Sissy couldn't help but concede to your demands. Nudging your thigh with her shoulder, she spreads your petals with her slender finger, tracing at the entrance. Stuttering moans slip through your stuffed lips as her exploration advances inside. Her fingers were nothing compared to the thick, calloused ones you were used to, and yet you could feel every ridge of her finger stroking your walls. You were so sensitive to her touch. The squelch of your wetness suctioning against her finger spurred her on. She knew you could take more, your body was begging for it. Three slender fingers were welcomed, your walls clenching around them in greeting. She curled them as she thrust them in and out at a steady pace. You drooled at the feeling.

"S'like you were made for me, doll."

Sissy kissed at your abandoned clit, throbbing against her lips for attention. Her tongue drew slow circles around it in perfect rhythm. The fire over your body centralised in your core, nails gripping at her scalp as you pulled her flush against you. A laugh escaped her, vibrating against your bud and into your cunt. Her fingers were nimble, prodding at corners you didn't know were there, scratching an itch you didn't know you had. With every thrust of her fingers, with every roll of her tongue, you were falling deeper into her trap; you were her perfect plaything. She wanted you to come for her, so that's what you did. You cried out to the skies as you drenched her fingers. She brought them to her lips, her tongue diving between each digit, savouring the flavour to memory. The wetness on her chin glistened in the setting sun — she knew she didn't have much longer with you.

A ravenous glint sparkled in her eye as she admired your trembling body, chest heaving as you try to breathe through your clogged nose and gagged mouth. A gasp of air entered your lungs as she removed your underwear, using it to wipe at her mouth before pocketing it. She couldn't wait any longer; you were nothing but a rag-doll for her to manhandle, body eager to fulfill her every desire. Your slick cunt was exposed to the world as you were rolled over, ass pulled towards the sky. A heaviness was felt against your back. It was familiar but different; cooler and harder, unnatural. You peer behind through wet lashes to see a dildo strapped to Sissy's waist. A gasp flew out of your mouth when you registered the size. Sure, Johnny was big, but you'd never seen a cock so thick. Sissy's finger tips were unable to meet as she dragged it between your dripping folds.

"You don't have to be scared. Just clear your mind." She consoled, palms fondling the flesh of your ass.

She was right. All thoughts scattered from your mind as she pushed into you. The brutality of the stretch burned as the tip breached your opening, slowly fizzling into pleasure as the rest of her cock follows. Your arousal made it easy as she settled deep into you, every nerve end singing for Sissy. Her hands drag across your back, claws leaving embossed trails as they stake claim over your skin. Just as you adjusted to her size, she pulls out and slams into you. Your arms give way, face hitting the floor. You shove your face into the earth to mask the pathetic groans falling from your lips. The sex-fuelled oath of being Johnny’s was overwritten by a single thrust.

“Does Johnny treat you this good? No, I’m sure he just uses you for his own sake. Don’t think of anyone but himself. It’s okay, I’ll take care of you, sweet thing.” Sissy grunts through gritted teeth, as she continues to abuse your weeping cunt.

You whisper your sinful whines to the ground, your sweat, drool and tears irrigating the field. Sissy's thrusts become desperate and rough as she drives herself deeper into you. The divine light was hidden between your thighs and she was desperate for enlightenment. She wishes she could feel the way you clench around her but the way you howl for her makes up for it. Every thrust leaves you winded as you gasp for air against the dirt, brown smearing across your cheek at the force. Your fingers curl around the blades of grass to ground yourself, mud caking under your nails. The base of the strap smacks against your abused clit; all you can do it arch your back as she relentlessly pummels into you. Hitting the deep angles Johnny never had sent shivers up your spine. Pleasure blossoms in your core. You could feel her everywhere. Every part of you was hers for the taking.

Chants of her name accompany the slaps of skin as you reach your high, a harsh spank to your flesh sending you over the edge. Bright white stars explode behind your eyes as you scrunch them closed. Even as the light fades, her thrusts don't stop. She wanted more, the hunger in her eyes tunnelling in on your writhing body beneath her. You try to pull away, the sensation unbearable, but your legs are numb. All your aching muscles could do is collapse to the floor, Sissy's body following, capturing you against the grass as she ruts against you relentlessly. Pleasure turns to pain as the pollen begins to wear off, feeling the stretch like an inferno. You try to catch your breath, but every gasp panics you as dirt enters your lungs. The claiming mutterings of Sissy don't make it to your ears as your brain buzzes at the lack of oxygen. The world goes black as your body burns for her.

You were nothing but a rag-doll for Sissy to use. She pulled out of your unconscious body; the strap thrown aside as she traced your swollen chapped lips with her finger. It would be a shame to not take advantage. She lowered herself onto your face, slowly grinding on it to test the waters. A gleeful moan echoed as her clit bumped against your nose. She couldn't control herself. Your eyes begin to flutter open, lungs gasping for air, only to be met with her arousal coating your lips. Struggling against her hold, your nails dig into her thighs — an attempt to claw your way out. Your panicked wriggling encourages her to rut harder as your nose rubs against her bud. She gives into your pleading doe eyes, lifting for a moment to grant you a gasp of air before continuing her assault. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Wetness from her cunt meets the wetness of your tears, the sight bringing her closer to the edge as her thrusts become animalistic. The lack of oxygen makes you woozy, head spinning as she gushes on your face with an unabashed scream. Her grinding slows as she rides out her orgasm. The satisfaction on her face made you warm — you did that.

She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, before grabbing your underwear and cleaning your face with it. Her movements were tender as she wiped away the tears and dirt off your cheeks, removing as much evidence of the night as she could. She held your head in her hands, waiting for your eyes to meet her own. A sinful smirk crept onto her face.

"We're gonna have so much girl-time together from now on; a perfect doll for me to play with..." she trailed off as she stroked your hair, head hanging heavy in her hands.

You were redressed before your brain could catch up to her words, too tired to realise she'd packed her things and left. Everything was still spinning, your body still tingling, shivering as a small breeze passes through the flower patches. The distant call for Johnny from a skipping Sissy fell to the back of your mind as you watch the sky gradate to black. You were content. A life of servitude and pleasure didn't seem so bad.

[ladybutterfly]

I don't post my Venture Bros fic stuff on AO3 because I'm an OC/Canon shipper/writer/artist but I DO write Venture Bros fics. I will put warnings, etc for my readers!

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In reading Order:

for Main Verse -- (Billy/Edith Centric)

"The Lady Butterfly" -- (Edith's intro one-shot; the only warning is that it has Rusty being Rusty and some suggestive language but it's SFW, just wrote this as if it was during Season 1)

"The Lovers" -- (Operation PROM -- Billy/Edith; again suggestive themes/hints at more romantic nature but otherwise follows Billy & Edith through the first part of the prom).

"May I Have This Dance?" -- (Operation PROM -- Billy/Edith NSFW; Part II follow up).

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for Alt Main!Verse -- Cloud 9 AU (St. Cloud x Edith x Pei Wei)

The Cirrus Effect (Spanakopita Fic) -- Warning: this fic is in 3 parts; third part is very NSFW & there's sprinkled suggestive/hinted/implied sexual tension in Parts 1 & 2.

Exceptional Feat -- (takes place during Season 6; Edith has a near death experience; her finally ends up officially joining up with St. Cloud).

One And Only -- (St. Cloud/Edith Proposal fic)

Out of the Blue (angst/comfort -- deals with Edith's parents/her backstory a bit more & St. Cloud comforting her)

Display of Affection (Pei/Edith -- NSFW -- technically a one/off one-shot but placing it here anyway bc of the OT3)

Family Dynamic -- (the Cloud family fan-kids introduction -- introducing the Cloud twins & Jun~)

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For College!AU -- Pete White/Edith Athalia

For The First Time, In A Long Time -- (Pete & Edith meet for the first time/are smitten at first sight)

Domino Effect -- takes place before "Past Tense"; things get accidentally set into motion. (also warning for suggestive hot/heavy make out session between Pete/Edith moment & Underbheit seeing them bc he's Pete's roommate).

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For Lightening Round AU -- Angst/NSFW

Notes: Lightening Round is the angsty OT3 of Billy/Edith/St. Cloud & it's mega angst and mostly Billy vs St. Cloud competing who loves Edith the most. This started out as a "what if" scenario and I ran with it (ooops).

This has no real reading order per-say.

Painting Flowers -- (Angst/Comfort/NSFW); warning for: suggestive language, talks of one night stand/drinking, and then Billy/Edith make up sex.

A Different Kind of Battlefield -- (HEAVY NSFW -- Age: 21+ Readers ONLY) -- this is the fic that started this AU actually and it's "Working together" in a different context.

Level 1 Seduction -- (HEAVY NSFW -- Age 21+ Readers ONLY) -- I wrote this late at night. I'm not sorry.

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Get Cucked AU -- (my friend's suggestion for a name).

Flight of the Butterfly -- WHAT IF SCENARIO -- this is straight up pure sad/angst/comfort -- based around an idea a friend of mine tossed at me (her OC is in this fic near the end).

But basically: what if Edith was with St. Cloud but met Billy thru him and fell in love with Billy/chose Billy...

[avi-on-jumblr]

Go choke on some rusty barbed wire ya boot licking statist cuck clown smelly ass whiny mealy mouthed punk bitch.

Karma will make you bleed like so many others

Omg they're finally getting more creative. Your metre could use work though anon, and you're missing some really important hyphens. Specifically boot-licking, smelly-ass, and mealy-mouthed. Otherwise it just gets kind of jumbled and hard to follow. Good try though!

[konigsblog]

my wifi is crack af + i forgot to copy the req = i have to type this for 2 times🧍🏻

i was thinking about 22!ghost x reader x 09!ghost

imagine you're 09!ghost's lover and now you're here: being fold in half, your knees pressed again your chest and being fucked by 22!ghost while 09!ghost is tied up and forced to watch his 22!self fucking you (sorry 09!ghost my beloved) and he has to hear your cries and begs to stop :'(( but does he care? nah...

oh yeah ghost really cucked himself here, whenever i think of it, i giggle like schoolgirl falling in love for the first time XP

22 ghost x reader x 09 ghost;

09 ghost being tied up to a chair, restraints holding his arms to the back of the chair and ankes to the wooden rusty legs. 22 ghost tearing your clothes off your aroused body, slick soaking your thighs and cunny all wet and ready to be fucked with a fat cock.

a large glob of saliva going between your ass cheeks, spreading them open and latching onto your aroused hole, teasing your clit with his tongue and groping your thighs and ass, tongue laid flat against your pussy, juices flowing onto his tongue and coating it in your liquids.

“bend over, doll.” his voice low and husky his breath panting against your nape, holding you by the scruff of the neck and his nails biting into your fleshy soft hips. jutting into your sex, his pre-cum and spit used as lube as he stretches out your tight little hole. leaving sloppy kisses and harsh bites into your shoulder blades and neck, drawing the crimson liquid that was too familiar for simon, his mouth layering purple and blue bruises on your neck and sucking harshly.

09 ghost's cock twitching in his pants, cum soaking his boxers and trying to break free from the restraints and rope; rope tied around his crotch outlining his bulge, thick member begging to leak cum inside your wet and tight cunt, your moans and whimpers had him growling and panting, so desperate for his release, so desperate to fuck you until your legs gave out.

the older simon smirking at him, his eyes full of lust as he rammed himself into you, balls heavy and fat smacking against your ass, soaked with his semen and tears staining your pretty face, pink lips puffy and eyes glossy as more tears threatened to spill.

his sperm filling you so nicely, cheeks red with embarrassment as you let out a pornographic moan, loud and clear making 09 ghost cum in his pants, staining his boxers as he groaned out, eyelashes fluttering closer. “i never said you could cum, simon..” 22 ghost teased, watching as the younger male tensed and glared daggers at the man, reaching for his belt and unzipping his pants.

thick fingers wrapped around 09 simon's cock, cum already soaking 22 ghost's palm as he pumped him rapidly, a growing erection back and squirting his thick hot semen all over his mask, landing on his abdomen and 22 ghost's face, softly palming him as he grew ashamed for coming so quickly, eyes glossy as he gulped and watched as 22 simon began to unzip his own pants.

[negativeoffice]

Are you retarded partner? Choke on some rusty barbwire ya incel cuck

You jihad me at “choke on some rusty barbwire." Very graphic; it’s cute, but kink-shaming, not cool, homie. Just because I’m making the unhealthiest lifestyle choices possible for a man. What are you, the cuck police?

Incel? According to the metrics, I’m more of a "Brad," a "Dale,” or "Chadlite.” There’s a rich spectrum from total sexlessness to constantly fucking, with me somewhere in the middle.

I am 110% retarded partner.

[bullreigns]

●18+ ONLY●

What's up? I'm Cyrus, you can call me Cy or Rusty. I'm also down in horny contexts to be called Reggie, or The Bull.

Finally getting around to setting up a kink blog.

I'm 25, I prefer people over 21, but I'm open to talking dirty with anyone over 18 and seeing how it goes: my ask box and DMs are open, babes. If you want to trade pics, or share discord IDs, just ask.

Bi, mostly t4t but I'm open to just about anyone. I'm a dom, mostly a top, and I'm just about always down to talk, or even meet up if you're close enough. I'm poly and have three partners currently, two of which are not sexual.

I'm a big, hairy, piercing-obsessed transmasc bear, some kind of butch manlady with strong arms and a soft belly with massive tits. I am an honest to God cowboy. I don't smoke traditionally, but I do vape 0 nicotine just for the aesthetic- it's hot as hell. My identity is weird, I'm a masc man who is a butch lesbian- I am ONLY okay with masculine or neutral terms and will ONLY allow certain feminine terms for me when I'm with women, so ASK before you say shit.

●Primary Kinks: Leather, BDSM, petplay, minor impact, begging/edging, overstimulation, licking/biting, cucking, praise, humiliation, dumbification, breeding, TF, hypno, being worshipped. Ask about others- there's more I'd rather discuss in private.

○Hard No: Incest, DD/LG, ageplay, raceplay, emeto, cop-lovers, beastiality, voyeurism where you intend to be actually seen.

●Comfortable Terms for Me/My Body: Sir, big man, big bull, bully, faggot, cock, t-cock, cunt, mancunt, tits, chest, I personally refer to my tits as "the ladies" often.

○Uncomfortable Terms for Me/My Body: Anything being feminine, cuntboy, boypussy, anything to do with me being small/little.

Special Tags:

- Bulltalk: Me saying some shit, probably being horny in the tags.

-Bullshit: Less horny personal posts, or venting.

-The Bull: Pics of me.

- Dee: For my precious little cow.

[old-knightsvow]

it really would be very funny if shiv fucked mattsson and tom got cucked (again) but also thinking about shiv with men makes me want to gauge my eyes out with a rusty spoon

[ninthnocturne]

@arsocalum liked for a starter

Myde wasn't aware anyone was there on the edge of the training area in some back part of the castle in Radiant. He had graciously been allowed to use it as reward for his help. It turned out ten years or so years of pretending to be a useless cuck got you rusty when it came to actual combat so he wanted to train again. Build back up some of what he'd lost and he'd been doing it for the past few months as a daily part of his routine after swimming.

His wings were tucked in tight as he hefted his keyblade Forte in hand. The rapier like blade was light and sang whenever he burst forward at the training dummy with carefully aimed plates of haste beneath his feet or in the air. He was an agility fighter first and foremost and while he could support with magic he could fight up front too if need be.

Breathing heavily he stopped to take a small break making a face at how his tanktop was plastered to his frame. People looked down at him because that cloak had hid a lot. But swimmers were actually pretty buff, lean but it was there. He'd lost a little mass being so inactive but he'd kept up with his swimming during his time in the organization so it hadn't been so bad. His head came up though when he saw threads of sound pass him and he looked over blinking when he saw the man there. He knew him, oh he knew the guy. The one that fucked his pact holders face up. Wasn't the best first impression really. But he tried not to hold grudges.

[barkingworms]

I'm putting my thoughts here real quick cause it's the only social of mine my irls haven't invaded so ignore this but this whole rusty quill situation has got me feeling like sort of an idiot. I got into tma because I needed something to fixate on before I had a complete breakdown but I, as many people, got super attached to Jon and Martins relationship because it's so hard to find good gay rep in media and I feel stupid for falling for the "gay people come consume my media it's got gay rep" bait. And on top of that I got excited for Magnus protocol despite knowing deep down it was a money thing. Of course that's not everything I took away from this I'm horribly upset about everything Rusty quill has been doing but I can't shake the feeling I got cucked lol

[mr-double-downer]

see, I fucking knew your hating ass with no hobbies was seething over my passion for the beloved sport of digital fisticuffs. Cuck mentality, and I would 3-0 you with at least one perfect. I’m rusty as hell too but once I get me new laptop the work starts.

Not like it ever ended though when you really think about it.

Same as it ever was

every time a mutual posts about some activity they participate in I suddenly want to start it just for the sole purpose of being able to get better than them and reinforce my feelings of superiority over the vast majority of people

[bombpopdick]

rusty is a cuck

[noyzinerd]

Things that strike Stiles with unrelenting fondness for Derek Part 2:

21. When they're left to watch after a lost little girl and Stiles finds out that Derek knows how to braid hair because 'I grew up with two sisters, Stiles. Of course I can braid hair." 22. When Derek stands out on his balcony every morning to watch the sunrise 23. When Derek feels safe enough around Stiles to let his guard down and take a nap 24. When Derek is so at ease that he sinks comfortably against the back of a couch instead of sitting up straight 25. When Stiles references something lewd, like Playing The Rusty Trombone, and Derek is chuckling quietly because he somehow knows what that is, while the pack looks confusedly between them because no one else knows what Stiles is talking about 26. When Stiles asks how Derek knows what weird sex terms, like 'cucking' for example, mean and Derek just says 'I lived in New York for like five years' while looking at Stiles like that explains everything (which, yeah, it kinda does) (please refer to number 25) 27. When Derek tells him crazy New York stories (like seeing a guy trying to sell used condoms on the subway or watching a 'human statue' street performer not break character even after getting stabbed), with a completely straight face, because 'You just get used to it after awhile' (please refer to number 26) 28. When Stiles learns that Derek is fluent in Spanish, Italian, American Sign Language, and knows 'enough French to get by' 29. When Stiles scritches behind Derek's ears while he's in full-wolf form and his tail can't stop wagging 30. When Stiles realizes the reason Derek had a fake ID and avoided having a job for so long was because no one ever taught Derek how to do his taxes 31. When Derek once said he 'saw a YouTube about that' 32. When Cora tells Stiles that, when they were little, Laura, Derek, and Cora used to always hold hands and walk to school as a chain so that they wouldn't get separated 33. When Stiles says he used to have a crush on Joey from Friends and Derek scoffs and says 'Who didn't?' 34. When Liam doesn't question Stiles when he says that Derek is in his 40s and Derek looks honestly horrified because Peter isn't even 40 yet 35. That time Derek threw Peter through a window 36. When Derek just takes a moment to enjoy a glass of cold milk, because there have been so many times in his life when he didn't have access to a working refrigerator 37. When Derek says he's against the idea of Santa Claus because it teaches kids to be comfortable with allowing strangers to invade their homes and enforces the idea that kids, whose families can't afford lavish gifts, are inherently bad 38. When Stiles learns that Derek used to feel uncomfortable spending his inheritance money, because it made him feel dirty, but has now gotten to a point where he feels like using his money to help other packs is the best way to honor his family's memory 39. When Stiles learns that Derek split Laura's inheritance among several different charities 40. When Stiles once said that all the flavor packed into a single Dorito would instantly kill a pilgrim and Derek just stared at him for a long moment before smiling and telling him 'Don't ever change, Stiles.'

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