#in my native language

[stereoberryes]

poet's eye

[sobeksewerrat]

Randomly remembered that one time my grandma called me an Arabic slur for transmascs as a compliment.

She doesn't even know I'm trans, she probably doesn't even know it is a slur, she just did it cos I don't act very feminine ig.

I know it should probably make me feel uncomfortable or scared or sth but honestly I have never felt more validated than that moment. One of my most treasured memories.

[teapotart]

witch and grandson

[bitegrip]

have encountered the kny dub and am absolutely enthused that rengoku vs akaza is just as lowkey sexually charged as the japanese, if not more so

[bllmak]

replaying ace attorney 4

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[threemusicalgenres]

I feel very conflicted about wanting to read House of Leaves.

On one hand, it's horror, and I don't know how well I can handle horror in written media (despite the fact that I love everything that it does with its text presentation and references, as well as the fact that I love with all my might alien/impossible geometry)

On the other hand, I know, deep inside my soul, that I will come here to be spooked and I will come out crying my eyes out. I've seen essays on myhouse.wadm and the moment it clicked on me that it is, and always has been, a love story, something in my brain has been changed chemically forever.

On the other other hand, I tend to develop an obsessive behaviour with rabbit-hole type of media and I don't want to have to go with that.

And on the other other other hand, I want to write this type of horror, so reading it counts as much needed research.

[fttitv]

why did i say "cup" to myself outloud

[novasillies]

"fussy eater / baby billy / wouldn't drink / unless it's silly" pure bars bill good job

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[eldrtchmn]

oc sketch

[icameheretoreadstuff]

not so loud

Pairing: Inexperienced!Choso x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, first time Oral (M recieving), Smut without plot. deepthroat, almost busted, smut, unprotected sex. Summary: Youre currently down on your knees inside his bedroom with people right outside partying, the music is loud but He's trying his best to not make any sounds. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

"mmf, y/n" Choso's hips were slowly thrusting up into your mouth, you gripped his hips and leaned back to breathe, "relax for me, do not move your hips" you whispered, precum and drool was connecting you to his cock. "this is, mmgh" he looked down on your tounge while whimpering, as you swallowed and licked up his precum "more please" he huffed as you inhaled his cock, you felt you were starving. Sucking, slurping and inhaling his cock deep inside your mouth felt so unbalivable good. His muscles tensed up as he tried to not shove his cock down your thoat again. "y/n" his hand was on his mouth as he tried to not moan out loud. He had never experienced this sensation and he was struggling badly to keep quiet. You smirked as you looked up at him while licking around his tip. "fuck" he whimpered as he closed his eyes shut and moaned loudly behind his hand as you inhaled his dick.

A tear fell down your chin as you could feel his balls on your chin, His thick dick was down your throat and you couldn't stop moaning, sending vibrations to his cock. He let out deep moans as you breathed through your nose. He gripped your hair into a fist as he continued to moan loudly, he couldn't hold back any more. You had small breaks of breathing properly before inhaling his cock, all the way in until his cock was shoved down your thoat and then slowly out and reapeat. His moans became your addiction, you wanted him to be more loud. "y/n" he moaned "this feels so good" he whimpered as he looked down on you, with his hand still over his mouth.

"Choso!" yuji yelled outside and tried to come inside the room. He held the door tight and locked it in panic, while his dick was still deep inside your mouth. You popped his cock out of your mouth to take the oppertunity to fully breathe. You looked at his beautiful cock and couldn't help yourself. You continued to suck him off as he tried to form a sentence. "Occu- mfh" he whimpered "occupied!" he managed to say as he muffled his mouth. You slowly licked his length as you could hear yuji talking in the background. "Come on out and party with us!" Yuji knocked on the door, Choso looked down on you with his cock inside your mouth, you hummed as you inhaled his length deep inside your mouth again. "y/n-" he moaned "What?" Yuji yelled "the music is too loud, I can't hear you" Yuji knocked on the door, Choso's mind was foggy and the only thing he could focus on was how good your mouth felt like. Choso whimpered as you grabbed his balls and licked his length from his balls and all the way to the tip. "Occupied!" Choso whimpered, feeling close. "Oh, sorry" Yuji said and finally walked off.

You began to pick up the pace as his breath began to feel uneven and deep from his chest. He whimpered as his hips began to automatically thust inside your mouth. You popped his wet dick out of your mouth and quickly took off your pants, "please" he huffed as his dick was throbbing and slammed against his ripped abs. You grabbed his dick and guided him behind you, you sat down onto the table "fuck me, choso" you smirked as you spreaded your legs and held them up in the air, your hands were behind you holding you up for support.

He walked over at you and placed his tip at your entrance and whimpered "grab my legs, place them onto your shoulders and hold me tight" you moaned and he obeyed. He grabbed your legs and lifted then up and placed them on his shoulders as his muscled arms embraced behind your back, "just like that" you moaned as you felt his cock deep inside you while pressing your hips closer to him.

"kiss me choso" you whispered and he leaned closer and crashed his lips against yours. You hummed as he leaned his forehead on yours, you could feel his dick driving you insane, filling you up. He looked deep into your eyes for guidence, "snap your hips" you barely managed to say as he obeyed instantly and whimpered. His brain went foggy as he thrusted into you, his moans rang into your ears. He looked at you while whimpering, closing his eyes shut and let out moans as he thrusted harder into you.

He grabbed you and held you tighter against him, you held your hand over his mouth as his moans filled the room. He couldn't hold back anymore "You feel so good" you praised him, he moaned "can't stop" he whimpered as he snapped his hips and clapped hard into you. you moved your hand behind you to hold yourself up and pressing your hips more into him.

His moans weren't silent anymore and you were to fucked out to care, it only turned you more on. "just like that, babe" you moaned "youre so good to me" you huffed feeling close, "i'm gonna cum" you moaned as you could feel his dick hitting all the right spots fast. "choso" you moaned as you climaxed hard, he whimpered feeling overwhelmed by your pretty moans and first time hearing such amazing sounds coming from your sweet lips, he felt he could taste your breath as you moaned into his lips. Climaxing on his dick sent him over the edge as he snapped his hips and climaxed deep inside you.

He moved his hips away as his dick slipped out of you, you moved your legs down and pulled him into a kiss. "Amazing" he whispered "I've never done this before" you smirked and kissed his neck "don't worry, I have so much more to teach you" you whispered into his neck that sent shivers down his spine, causing him to let out a whimper. "y/n" he whined "I want you so bad" he whispered and cupped your face and kissed you deeply.

[rute-me]

[throwing-starss]

College au 🌱🏛️

[killerpancakeburger]

Bluebeard's wife

SUMMARY: On a visit to your boyfriend, you end up having to deal with a creep on base, but Soap and Ghost's methods of resolving your problem are... far more drastic than yours.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader (and BFF!Ghost)

TAGS: Dark content, Badass!Reader, Established relationship, Dark! a bit yandere! Soap, Dark! a bit yandere! Ghost.

WARNINGS: Canon violence, blood mention, sexual harassment, insults. Soap and Ghost are acting creepy but not towards Reader.

WORDS COUNT: 1,1k words.

A/N: Was thinking about how high the risks of sexual assault are in the military for women + about how much the Task Force could get away with (Soap's mohawk is NOT standard issue lol), but it turned out kinda dark. Not my usual kind of content. This is my first time writting those characters, pls be indulgent.

Your elbow connects with the man’s nose with a satisfying crack.

Immediately he howls, pressing his broken nose with one hand, blood dripping between his fingers.

“FUCK! What the fuck! You broke my nose, you crazy bitch!”

This. This is why you didn’t want to meet the Task Force on base. There was always one brainless fucker who didn’t get the memo that, no, despite having breasts, you weren’t here as a comfort woman.

The private is glaring at you with a hatred as deep as it is sudden, one that screams murder.

The only good side of the situation is, with how loud he’s being, you won’t even need to call for help. Already most of the soldiers nearby are staring at you, muttering among themselves. Not that you can’t beat this guy up on your own, but the military tends to frown upon civilians roughing up their members, you learned it at your expense quite early. On the other hand, soldiers settling accounts between each other was… well, not exactly authorized, but it was way less trouble for you.

He grabs you by the collar, his rage only exacerbated by your composure. The action stains your clothing with his blood. You mentally grimace. You’re no stranger to blood, but the idea of this repulsive individual’s bodily fluids being anywhere on your person is disgusting. 

“Are you listening, you dumb bitch!? I’m gonna fucking kill-”

The venom-filled verbal onslaught stops dead as a hand takes hold of your assailant’s wrist.

“Now, now, at ease, soldier. Ya making a spectacle of yourself.”

The thickly accented voice of your boyfriend sends a wave of warmth in your chest. 

Your harasser hesitates a second too long, so Soap makes the decision for him, tightening his grasp until the soldier winces, and finally takes the hint, letting you go and taking a few steps backward. Johnny immediately positions himself between the two of you, shielding you.

He’s been smiling the whole time, but it’s the kind of dangerous smile you wear when you’re about to give an asshole a righteous beating.

The private looks partially sheepish, but not defeated, indignation burning in his eyes. He lets loose a torrent of justifications and excuses, actively painting you as the villain, not caring if he contradicts himself in the process. You don’t pay attention to the details of his speech. It’s always the same “she was asking for it” kind of diatribe. The fact that he sincerely believes that there’s a chance that Soap will take his side instead of yours is laughable, but not surprising. 

You wonder how long this will go on, until the private notices something next to you, and all blood seems to desert his face as his voice deserts his vocal cords. 

You turn your head and, to no surprise to you, Ghost is there. He stands so close to you that your arms are almost touching. Clothed entirely in black, which brings out the white skull on his mask, his presence is as menacing as ever; all he needs to do is scowl at lesser soldiers to make them cower in fear. He doesn’t look back at you, but his support for you is so obvious through the rest of his behavior that he doesn’t need to.

Soap takes advantage of the newfound silence to turn to you.

“Ya good, yeah?” He asks, cradling your cheek tenderly, and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. 

The question is futile - if you were hurt, he would have noticed right away. But it’s still cute to see.

“Yeah. Not a scratch.” you smile.

“That’s my girl”, he smiles back. “So, what the bloody hell happened here?”

You glance at the private behind him. He’s shaking, and the look he sends you back is begging for mercy. Remembering the first words he addressed to you earlier, you realize you’re all out of mercy for today. Thus, with a sadistic little smile, you recount the events.

“This man came to me complaining that I was unfairly privileging Sergeant Mctavish and that he wanted his turn. Then when I explained that I wasn’t some kind of free-for-all buffet, he took it the wrong way and put his hands on me. That’s when I exploded his nose.”

By the time you finish your explanation, Soap’s expression has darkened considerably.

“I see.” is all that leaves his mouth. Anyone familiar with him would know that for him to start talking by monosyllables like Ghost, something must be very wrong.

Pivoting again, he faces the private and, as the latter opens his mouth to plead for forgiveness, punches him right in the face. Blood gushes, drops of it landing on his face. You mentally count until three, one for every blow, and when Soap still doesn’t stop punching, you frown, disturbed and worried by his conduct. He’s never been one to remain impassive in the face of injustice, easily riled-up even in critical situations and despite his superiors’ orders, but you’ve never seen him go this far. 

You’re about to intervene when Ghost beats you to it, putting a hand on his sergeant’s shoulder. That’s right. Ghost, the voice of reason, the paragon of self-control, their cold-hearted leader, will fix everything.

However when you hear the next words that leave his mouth, it’s like the world tilted on its axis.

“Not out in the open, Johnny.”

The words are whispered low enough that only Soap and you would have heard. They send a cold shiver down your spine. Rattled and unsettled in a way that they never made you feel before, you contemplate the situation in silent incredulity.

“Aye, L.T.”, replies Soap with an abnormally monotonous tone.

Before you can ask what the fuck is happening, he proceeds to punch the soldier so hard in the stomach that the latter collapses without a sound, except for the muffled noise of someone winded. The scene makes you increasingly uncomfortable. You feel like Bluebeard's newest wife, having stumbled upon the one room you were forbidden from entering, having witnessed something you weren't supposed to see, and now you can never go back to how things were before.

You counted on Soap and Ghost’s intervention, sure, but you expected them to put an end to the fight, maybe intimidate the guy a little, and ultimately end things here. You didn’t expect… whatever this is.

Staring in shock at the two Special Forces, you shake your head to get a grip and come closer.

“Alright guys, I think he’s had enough-”

Ghost interrupts you with a hand on your shoulder. The Ghost touching two people in less than five minutes? Yes, something’s seriously wrong. Looking at him, you try to convey urgency with your gaze…

“Simon, this isn’t-” 

…but his next words make you lose hope of winning this argument.

“Easy there, love. Johnny’s takin’ care of it, ya don’t need to worry ‘bout a thing.”

The next thing you know, he presses a hand against your lower back, making you leave the premises, completely ignoring the way you stare at him in utter disbelief… and growing apprehension. 

He had never called you “love” before.