#not to mention. the fluids

[drylite]

i do think it would be fun if all the things that ppl put in the tags on here were inflicted on fictional bucky egan canonically. he’d be oozing around like sentient wet newspaper thoroughly chewed up by the end of it. but happy, i think

[disabeetled]

reminder to all my disabled lovelies that "gross" symptoms do not make you gross or lesser in any way. incontinence, vomiting, irritable bowels, or gastrointestinal issues shouldn't be as demonized as they are. you are real, valid, and loved

[mewfortress5]

New opinion- instead of Scout being called Roo, he should be called anything thats shorthand for kookaburra, bc he's loud and annoying and you can tell when any kind of noise is made by him specifically by how annoying the noise is

..... also, Kooka sounds cute and lowkey like a jab if you're not in the know like he and Sniper are :]

[ontoheartache]

"met an ex" "saving someone's life then dating them" "they're so grateful" gender neutral terms in the bucktommy flirting scene. abc i am kissing you on the mouth

[politicalprocrastinator]

Christopher Eccleston did not kiss a man on the lips for you bitches to say that the doctor used to be straight

[pfhwrittes]

Here’s a prompt for ya: Soap takes their partner to the gym at the ass crake of dawn so no one is there. His partner is doing arm curls when Soap tells them to hold that position. When they do Soap slips his shorts down really quick and starts thrusting sloppily into their arms, either the bend of their elbow or the tight space in their pit

awooo wooo woooo! anon, you've got me barking and growling at this one!

cw/tw: readers genitals are referred to as “cunt”, armpit fucking, mentions of somnophilia, muscle fetish, gym wear fetish, sex in a public space (kind of), nicknames (“hen” and “bonnie”), bodily fluids (sweat and cum), dubcon/noncon.

pairing: john “soap” mactavish x AFAB!reader

word count: 912

a/n: a little drabble from johnny’s POV this time. tagged as noncon and dubcon because this is definitely borderline but unfortunately johnny is a mutt and doesn’t particularly care. also, anon i’m so sorry for accidentally forgetting about your prompt. i didn’t mean to, i’m just easily distracted and also got weirdly in my head about this not being good enough??? not entirely sure who put me in charge of my own brain but here we are.

johnny would admit, if you were aware enough to ask, to having an ulterior motive (besides helping you get stronger like you asked) by dragging you down to the gym at 5am.

(although he was sorely tempted to roll you over and slide into your warm, wet cunt when you groaned at him sleepily. he spent a few minutes thinking about how he could get you to make more of those pretty noises before deciding that he could wait for another opportunity as he woke you up by peppering light kisses all over your face.)

for johnny it’s all worth it when he catches a glimpse at you in the mirrors opposite the benches the other gym goers usually use for chest presses. you’re stripped down to your sports bra (he’d been quick to persuade you out of the loose t-shirt you were wearing, claiming that the fabric would impede your range of motion), biting your lip in concentration as you flex your bicep to lift the dumbbell in your grip. 

steamin’ jesus. the sight of you already has him hard enough to hammer nails. 

johnny glances around the empty gym, eyeing the clock above the doors. if he’s quick he should be finished before even the earliest of risers interrupt his plans. with a final casual glance around, johnny steps away from the racks where he’s been perving loitering waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt you. 

aaaand there it is, just as you’re about to put the dumbbell down to switch to your other arm. 

johnny sidles up to you, clicking his tongue in faux-disapproval. 

“c’mon hen, you cannae be done already!”

you huff and blink as a bead of sweat makes its way down from your temple over the curve of your cheek (and johnny beats back the urge to lean down and lick it up). you slowly start to lower the dumbbell, probably to ignore him and well, that won’t do. 

johnny clicks his tongue again and pouts just a little, reaching out to lift your arm into the correct position for his plans with a solid grasp (he tries not to think about the way the muscles in your forearm flex automatically to balance the weight in your hand under his palm).

“theeere we go, bonnie. just hold it right there fer me.” johnny praises distractedly, checking the doorway and the clock a final time. he purposefully keeps his grip on your forearm and pulls his tented shorts down to his mid thigh with his spare hand. his leaking cock slaps against his stomach and he grunts as the sensitive head rubs against cotton, smearing pre-cum messily as it does. 

“wh- johnny! jesus christ, not here!” you hiss out, your head whipping around to check if anyone else is in the gym (there isn’t, johnny had done weeks of recon so that he could time this perfectly thank you very much).

“i’ll be quick, hen. don’t worry.” johnny tells you, already guiding his cock into the tight and warm space of your armpit. he groans loudly, the sound echoing around the empty space, as he revels in the sensation of thrusting in between the side of your sports bra and inner arm. 

you go to pull your now trembling arm out of johnny’s grip and he squeezes your wrist in warning, thrusting a little bit harder when you yelp. christ, you make the sweetest noises for him, you really do. 

“don’t spoil it fer me now, bonnie.” god, his voice is already hoarse - like he’s been fucking you for hours instead of less than a minute. hell’s bells if you ever figured out the power you hold over him he’d be a goner for certain. 

johnny loses himself in the slide against your body, his pre-cum and a hint of your sweat easing the way, as he holds your wrist tightly. he can’t have you pull away even for a second. 

“fuckin’ hell, you just feel so fuckin’ good.” he pants out, “been thinkin’ about this for weeks, ever since you asked me tae help ye find a gym.” 

the dumbbell slips from your fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud but johnny doesn’t care, can’t care, as his hips piston back and forth. distantly he hears you whimper over the slick, wet sounds of his cock rutting into your armpit causing him to spit pre-cum messily onto your soft skin and the damp fabric of your sports bra.

“do that again.” he demands, grinding his hips desperately, “c’mon bonnie, i’m so close.” 

“johnny -” 

whatever you’re trying to say gets drowned out by his loud moan as he comes messily. thick, wet ropes cling to your inner arm, the soft skin of your armpit, and drip lazily onto your chest. johnny grinds his softening cock into the mess on your skin, relishing in the last feeble twitch before stepping back and dropping your arm carelessly. 

with trembling fingers johnny pulls his shorts back up over his hips, hissing as the fabric rubs uncomfortably against his sticky and sensitive skin. he flicks his eyes up to the clock above the doors and grins, perfectly timed as always mactavish.

“better clean up hen, it’ll be gettin’ busy now.” 

johnny saunters away from you, whistling lazily, completely uncaring of the disgusted look you shoot at his back. 

(it’s worth it, even when you cancel your gym membership and refuse to wear anything other than long sleeved tops for weeks afterwards.)

[lilacerull0]

everyone talks themselves into a life that suits them best

[smudged-red-ink]

*crawls out of my chrysalis and gasps for air*

I LiVEEeee

[bellamyblasphemy]

When the edible hits and you start uncontrollably rambling about Reanimator (1985) at the function

[petit-papillion]

Simba already going to go for a ride with Pierre. This is so cute!

Pierre Gasly seat fit | Hungarian GP Media Day | 18 July 2024

🎥 AlpineF1Team

[swampstew]

Killer, I-30 ~ Cum Eating

Summary: Hiking through the ancient lands of old and you get to experience a rite of passage - staying overnight in a real life wilderness hut - that will keep you safe from deadly terrors and beasts during the night. Does it work?

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Killer as Biasd Bheulach with female reader, risky sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving), failed pull out method and cum eating, dead dove do not eat for ending cause murder is implied. Word Count: 863

Biasd Bheulach is a monster or spirit that supposedly haunts Odal Pass on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. It is said to be a nocturnal shapeshifter, sometimes a man, sometimes a beast. It’s believed to be the source of the frightful shrieks and outcries heard in the night. If you’ve ever asked what’s hiding in the dark, don’t be surprised to hear it’s the Beast of Odal Pass. There are accounts of travelers claiming to have been attacked by the beast as they traveled through the night. One alleged victim was found dead on the roadside with gory wounds. There have been few actual accounts of what the creature looks like so it is generally advised not to travel at night.

The handsome stranger had flirted with you all night and you had fallen for his charm. His big, muscled body was a delight to look at, his long and gorgeous mane of hair was enchanting, and every time you caught a peek of his crystal blue eyes, you could feel yourself swoon. Like a fairy tale prince handsome.

You and your friend group had been hiking through the land when it began to grow dark. And once the deep hue cleared the sky you’re spines prickled with fear when you heard wild shrieking that nearly sounded like laughter. Crazed laughter.

Finding a local wilderness hut, called a Bothy, your group tread quickly to the basic shelter in the hopes to avoid whatever that foul sound was. When you crossed the threshold none of you expected to find it already occupied by the handsome stranger. He introduced himself and explained he sought shelter when he heard the howling shrieks. He lived in the next town over and was travelling by foot but decided that for safety he would spend the night.

His name was hard to pronounce and didn’t have an easily international equivalent, so he settled for Killer when your friend’s boyfriend called him drop dead gorgeous. Killer was kind, gentle and well-articulated. It was easy to get along with him and feel comfortable around him quickly. Between the four of you, you had food and water for about a day and a half.

Killer informed everyone that there was a fresh water stream nearby and offered to go with her boyfriend, but your friend insisted she would go with as there was no bathroom in the shelter, just a spade to dig in the dirt.

As soon as you were left alone with him, he pounced. You eagerly accepted his brazen advances and soon you were both rushing towards the shoddy second story loft space for privacy. Despite the…rugged…quality of the shelter, it served is purpose.

You were writhing in pleasure as Killer removed his thick, calloused fingers out of your weeping cunt. You whimpered at him with pleading eyes and gave him a satisfied hum when he unbuckled his pants. He fucked you raw and you loved every second of it. Dripping in sweat and huffing the humid air with each breath you shared as he pistoned into you and harshly bit where your shoulder met your neck. With a cry, your pussy throbbed and clamped on his cock making him grunt loudly, panting through grit teeth as his hips stuttered.

“Sh-shit!” you heard him moan as he pulled out, jerking himself over your body and covering you with white. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth splatter against your skin, your hips shifted and you realized you could feel warmth dripping down between your thighs.

“Did you—?” you asked quietly.

“Eh I might have, sorry don’t think I pulled out fast enough. Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just sit back and get comfortable, this won’t take long.”

Confused, you laid on your back as he lifted your thighs over his shoulder. He buried his tongue into your pussy and you let out a squeal. You felt the muscle work your core, licking your walls clean, licking your ass cheeks and inner thighs clean as well. You were in a daze as he left your core, trailing his tongue up your torso as he thrusted his fingers into your pussy once more. Pumping you as he licked clean the mess he made on you.

When he cleaned the last drop, his fingers worked overtime causing your final orgasm to strike you like lightning. He swallowed your screams as your pussy crushed his fingers, pumping you through the intense rocking that wallowed in your body as you rode the train of ecstasy. You don’t remember anything else from the night, except one final moment as sleep dragged you to its depths, the way he looked at you with almost guilt as he kissed your forehead.

Quietly murmuring, “If only in a different life.”

You remembered wanting to ask him what he meant when you woke up. However, you awoke to a nightmare. Walking groggily down the steps, your movement faltered when you realized the Bothy had been destroyed from the inside out. No trace of your friend, her boyfriend, or Killer.

All that was left was splatters and puddles of blood strewn about the ruined interior.

5 tiles to go, 59 calls made so far.

[beedokwrites]

Ranking my stories by how nice people are to the trans girl:

(Inspired by Alyson Greaves doing it with her stories over on twitter.)

Harem Protagonist Girl: 8/10 Everything works out in the end, but there's some difficult bits in the middle.

Orchid of Edo: 6/10. People in the story are nice to her face, but she ran away from home + people talk behind her back.

Loki Trade: 10/10. She stumbles a bit, but everyone supports her along the way + she gets an extra family.

Can I Crossdress Out Of This Arranged Marriage: 9/10. Her mother is a bit of a jerk for non-trans reasons, but otherwise people are nice.

Back Flow: 10/10. Tall alien lesbian protects the egg.

Dirty Little Secret: 5/10. Most people are good to her, but her mother was a *monster*...

Can A Shark Swim In Gender Fluid: 7/10. Her boss is a bit of a jerk, and people are weird about the shark thing. Also, her girlfriend omits some important need to know information.

Waking Up A Goddess: 7/10. People are good to her, but the evil sorceress is awful and the gods are pretty trash.

Lessons in Lesbianism: 8/10. Some people are jerks (especially her father and comphet boyfriend), but a whole gang of butch dorm-mates protect her.

The Cumbrian Confusion: 9/10. Yes, she's in rural England, but she's stealthing well.

Illyxa and Gragya: 6/10, but because she's a Goblin, not because she's trans. People don't like Goblins...

Butch Bootcamp: 8/10, her parents are trash, but everyone else is nice. (She thinks it's a 4/10 at first, though.)

And, for WiPs:

Crimson Stars: 5/10, but for dark space opera reasons, not transphobia.

Personal Trainer: 8/10, but also mostly not for trans reasons but rather general toxic family ones.

[thegrandbazaar]

got judged by the snarky music ai today! ☆

still feeling #fabulous 🫶🏻

[jimmyspades]

Denny: She didn’t quite taste the same as I remember. She tasted more like… Alan: Me. That was my slobber, Denny. We finally exchanged bodily fluids. BOSTON LEGAL 3.10 "The Nutcrackers"

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hello Wind! *hands you a warm drink and a granola bar*

I've been wondering, how does the body compensate for low blood volume? Doesn't have to be because of traumatic blood loss, I'm just curious. If you don't know (as far as I know, that's not really related to respiratory therapy?) feel free to pester one of the other boys.

(It's wonderful to have you back, Skye! Missed seeing you on here, but really glad you took the time for yourself.)

Wind: Hello! I definitely am not an expert enough in this, so I'm going to phone a friend. *throws a pillow at Four* Hey ICU nurse! I feel like you'd be good at explaining this.

Warriors, whispering: Pretty sure the trauma surgeon would be the best to explain this, but what do I know

Time, smirking: Let Four explain, he understands it just fine.

Four: Your body compensates in several ways. First, your blood vessels clamp down to maintain blood pressure. You know how if you have a hose, and the water is just spilling out slowly, if you cover the hole slightly it increases pressure and the hose is spurting out water? Same logic. Your body knows this, so it makes all the blood vessels clamp down. The counter-effect to his is that it can increase systemic vascular resistance, which is something your heart has to fight against. But if your heart is healthy, it isn't that big of a deal. Speaking of your heart, it also compensates by beating faster to increase cardiac output. The entire point of compensating is ensuring your body still gets oxygen/nutrients to where it needs at the rate it would--if not faster depending on the situation--if you had adequate blood levels.

Legend: Yeah, and so long as you can maintain your blood pressure while doing this, it's called compensatory shock. Your body's in shock, but it's compensating well enough. The issue is when you STOP compensating.

Time: That's the point that your heart rate slows and your blood pressure falls. It's a fairly ominous sign, and usually means death is coming very soon if you don't step in and do something.