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[alnstkinkmeme]

Ivantill, beating the fuck out of each other

Ivan and Till beating the living fuck out of one another homoerotically. Any or no particular dynamic fine, up to you. Boners okay

This prompt has received an art fill!

[promiseyouwillwrite]

A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

gold-skinned, eager baby

by @lispenard-street

It all starts with a postcard. A postcard, followed by late night phone calls; long evenings spent pacing the creaky floors of a newly-rented San Francisco apartment. More phone calls, more pacing. Tim picks up the postcard. He puts it down. He worries it between his fingers, then in the same breath vows to burn it and never think of it again.   Hawk calls, and Tim answers. A postcard turns into a plane ticket, which turns into a ten dollar bill, fare for a ferry ride.  It starts with a postcard. Everything else is on Tim. 

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I always have so many freaking ideas but I can’t post ‘em all at once cause then they get buried. But anyway!

I’m gonna record each type of COD Twitter timeline I wake up to and we’re gonna see where the COD fandom’s mindset is at cause my god we seem to travel the extremes

1) Trans SoapGhost. Most the time mine was filled with trans Soap but there were a few trans Ghost’s as well in there and almost all of them were horny

2) Horny as hell. Those boys were getting railed on my page, hence my one post of nsfw thoughts

3) There were a lot of possessive Ghost prompts. Some were dark possessive others a cuter sort of possessive

4) the piss kink bro. I don’t know wtf happened or why but people have been talking about it and they’re all referencing a specific fic that I don’t know about

5) todays a mix of things apparently. Soap accidentally wearing Ghost’s hoodie out and about, venom au with either ghost as Venom for Soap or Ghost is the venom for Simon and horny GhostRoachSoap. So that’s fun

6) people are still on the Soap stealing Ghost’s hoodie but there’s a smattering of self sacrificing idiots as well

7) there wasn’t a heap of soapghost but what I did see was wing kinks. It was fuckin cute tho

8) had a bit of a strange mix today. There was breeding kinks and then fanarts of this Twitter post that had Johnny as a tiny, soap, fairy thing

9) been a while but it’s a solid age gap trope today. Specifically Older! Ghost with Younger! Soap. Like mid 50’s upwards Ghost and early 20’s to 30’s Soap.

10) I’ve got gladiator! Ghost with Royalty! Soap and voyeurism 😂 it’s been grand flipping between them

11) due to recent events within the cod fandom a lot of people are deactivating accounts or no longer associating with call of duty, which is completely reasonable. My condolences to inquisitor’s friends and family.

Edit: Also to the people telling me about where some of these are originating thank you so much! It’s hilarious seeing how they came about and even funnier seeing other people just find out about these

[dadfuckerfest]

From the Halls of Montezuma (1319 words) by hiraeth_desiderium Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Lee Webb, Tlazōlteōtl (Aztec Religion & Lore) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Aftermath of a Case, Monster of the Week, References to Aztec Religion & Lore, Fuck Or Die, John's Journal, Dean Winchester is John's Good Little Soldier, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent Summary: In the aftermath, John is reminded of his time in the military; how men would take out their needs with each other, how they’d justify following orders that wrecked their psyche, all using the same mantra: We did what we had to do. Well. He’d raised Dean as a soldier, after all.

[hungerpunch]

yuki/your choice + knife hehehegegeye

why youuuu--!! ,,ԾㅂԾ,, this got so long for no reason

yuki is confused as all hell when he heaves open the reinforced door of his atelier—

("it's a hovel," pierre says.

"no," yuki says, "it's an atelier. a workshop!"

pierre looks around the cramped space and then drags the toe of his combat boot through the dirt, literal dirt, on the floor pointedly. "yuki," he says, the thin rim of his eyewear changing from a soft white to a sassy orange around his left eye, "it's a fucking shed.")

—to see a short, kinda lanky… guy. just some guy. with an unkempt beard and wild hair that is not contained at all by a very grimy headband.

they look human—only human, that is, from what yuki can see. and are entirely without armor. no mask or helmet of any kind. a dark green hoodie and cargo shorts adorn a slight, soft build rather than the kevlar kits and polyethylene plates that yuki sees on his high-end clients and the battle vests full of cheap screwback steel studs and spikes on everybody else.

he knows he's gaping but that's because he's wondering if this person is lost. they did knock using the assigned passcode, though…

"can i come in?" the person—yuki's appointment log says seb—asks, wincing. "it's loud out here."

yuki is so acclimated to the airships coming and going from the nearby docks that he doesn't notice them anymore. he also lives his life in noise-control earwear, though.

"yeah," he says quickly, remembering himself. he steps back and ushers seb inside. "sorry, come in, come in."

"no problem," seb says, moving past him. yuki's space is so small that there's not even a suggestion that there is anywhere to go besides the work table, so that's where seb gravitates as yuki shuts the door and does up all his locks: biometric, button electronic, and a good ole thumbturn deadbolt to boot. when he turns around, seb is pouring over his admittedly chaotic array of tools. yuki calls it organized mess.

"seb," they introduce themselves casually as they look, hands still tucked in the safety of their hoodie pouch. "i'm your two o'clock."

"yeah," yuki says again, "i was expecting you." well. expecting a client. not necessarily expecting this. "i'm yuki."

(pierre says yuki is foolish for giving his government name to clients. in return, yuki says pierre is overbearing.)

"yes," seb says, spinning to face him with a bright smile. "the best of the best, i've heard." before yuki can blush or deflect or even avert eye contact, seb is continuing: "shall we get started?"

yuki flourishes a hand toward the single stool adjacent to his work table. "let's."

seb sits primly on the stool and yuki slides into his usual chair, outfitted with every mod he could think of for ergonomic comfort. being an only human himself, he started noticing his body's aches and pains more and more as his book of business grew and his days got longer.

once seated, he removes a fresh set of black nitrile gloves from their sterile packaging where seb can see him and rolls them on. as he's fussing with getting them perfectly comfortable around each of his fingers, he asks, "may i ask your pronouns, seb?"

seb beams. "you may!" he says cheerily. "he/him, please. and you?"

yuki inclines his head. "same." gloves in place, he extracts a small, square sheet of sani from its case of fluid disinfectant for seb's skin before he realizes he doesn't know what he needs yet. clearing his throat, he makes a show of using the sani to wipe down the metal tray he'll use to keep selected tools for whatever they do—tweezers, pivots, files, pliers, lasers; you name it, yuki has it. "what can i do for you today?"

"ah," seb starts and only now withdraws a hand from his hoodie pouch. he moves to hold it under the bright, white light of yuki's attending shadowless lamp.

not only human, then.

"got a nasty jam," seb says, voice a wince as he tries to flex the robotic digits of his hand. the plates that hover protectively over the mechanical innards click against each other unhappily. "i get them now and then, but this time nothing i tried fixed it. and i really can't afford a new one."

yuki slides his loupe glasses down from their mount on his forehead and leans forward to take a close look. the extreme magnification helps him spot signs of stress but what he really needs is to get inside the hand.

"i'll have to open it up," he says, apologetic. he can turn off touch sensation so that seb won't be in pain, but it still won't be comfortable. he's already piling tools onto his tray; precision demagnetizer, calipers, one two three four five screwdrivers, a very tiny golden hammer… and both his utility cutter and his jeweler’s bench knife.

the bench knife is a friendly shape, yuki thinks, but the blade still gleams like a threat under the shadowless lamp. "let me turn off haptics first," yuki says as he holds up the demagnetizer, yanking it open wider so it's big enough for seb's hand to pass through, "that way, nothing hurts."

seb's smile doesn't waver. "nah," he says. "don't worry. i want to feel it."

[kptskinkmeme]

KPTS Prompt Fest: Day 2 Masterlist

Thanks for participating in Day 2 of the Kinnporsche Prompt Fest! Here's the fic that was posted yesterday: Trope #1: Magic/Monsters/Supernatural

Phoenix in the Deep Sea (2226 words) by StiftundPapier

Relationship: Porchay/Kim Additional Tags: Urban Fantasy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Elemental Magic, Enemies to Lovers, Manipulation, Slow Burn, Music, Mystery Summary: All Chay ever wanted was to be able to sing. To follow his idol's footsteps and play for hundreds of people. But he had to be a phoenix without magic, a phoenix who could not sing. So when he comes to a cave that grants wishes, he seizes the chance. For his dreams. For WIK. He just doesn't know what his wish entails. And who - or what - his idol really is.

Trope #2: Body Worship/Praise Kink Popping Buttons (2354 words) by boysbeloving/@boysbeloving

Relationship: Porsche/Kinn Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Body Worship, No Beta, chubby Kinn

Today's tropes are

Time loop/time travel

BDSM (total power exchange, degradation, dom/sub, sadomasochism, CBT, impact play, rope play, etc)

Fake dating/engagement

Looking forward to seeing what you create for Day 3!

[bluebird-lake]

Real Drum Boys Know The Whole Point of Having a Drumset Is Doing Dogshit Fills The Whole Time

[heystellahere]

Feeling all girly in this frilly outfit!

[promiseyouwillwrite]

A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac

by @jesterlesbian

He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had. The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one. “What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

prompted by Anonymous

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[dadfuckerfest]

Playing House (1213 words) by hiraeth_desiderium Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stanford Era (Supernatural), Domestic, Slight feminization, Pet Names, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Shower Sex, Father/Son Incest, Bittersweet Summary: John watches Dean pantomime a domesticity they can’t yet have, and plays along through the heartache.

[katelynduval]

Wanted: Your face in my 😻

would u lick me...?🥺

[bodygirls]

GIRL IN SEXY LINGERIE

[violetreminder]

I hope the "What if Disco Elysium was about a witch finding her cat in the mountains" post never leaves the gaming discourse vernacular. It will never not be funny to me bc it's got all the Gamer Entitlement™ levels of CoD bros throwing hissy fits about "woke" shit but instead of being couched in far right reactionism it's the exact kind of "Kingdom of Conscience" style liberal outrage at anything with conviction and beliefs that DE waxed on about. Like even chuds who get mad that the game calls you out for being racist interact with the themes of DE better and understand them more than Cat Lady did.

[spkinkmeme]

This prompt for "Kenny/Kyle, anal beads, semi public sex acts, chess master" (ft. bottom!Kenny) has been filled!

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