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chxrrylime · 1 year

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❝ the jaguar and the rabbit. ❞

I want to preface this by saying this plays with themes of dub-c0n and non-c0n, but is entirely consensual—it is simply fictional characters acting out an established, negotiated scene in a fictional space without explicitly written context, reasoning or justification.

Anyway, I don’t know where this came from. I just started typing and now we’re here...

Valeria x Soap x M!Reader ↪ 1503 words — 18+ / SMUT

Content tags — cis male submissive reader, cis male submissive Soap, cis female dominant Valeria, dubious consent/suggested cnc roleplay, cuckholding, bondage, pain play, light cock torture, crying, choking, (really rough) oral sex, guided blow jobs, hand jobs, man-handling, mild puppy play, and probably bad Spanish.

Valeria rounds Soap’s chair, defined muscles shifting mesmerizingly beneath her tight t-shirt. A perfectly manicured, pointed nail traces over his cheek, down the jut of the bone and along his square jaw, leaving a white, then red, line in its wake before it fades into his freckled skin.

Soap does not flinch, brow furrowed and plush lips slightly parted, and his tongue tries to dart out to lap at the thumb she brushes along the chapped flesh before abruptly moving away. His body lurches forward in an attempt to chase, the ropes pulling taut around his wrists and chest as the momentum tugs him back into the chair.

She smirks at the small, choked noise he makes, concealing what she knows was nearly a whimper.

She moves to circle you instead, her boots tapping methodically on the cold concrete as she strides. You feel like a rabbit, staring straight ahead, stock-still in waiting as your heart beats too hard and too fast—and you’re sure she can hear it, the jaguar waiting in the brush, pupils blown wide as it rears to strike.

Unlike Soap, you do flinch when you feel her claws along your throat, earning her mocking coos as she scratches along your pulse point, your chest seizing up in fear.

“Focus on me, love,” Soap tries, voice quiet and steady.

“Cállate, gallito,” Valeria chides, her breath hot against your neck as she speaks.

She presses her lips softly to your throat, humming with satisfaction at the small gasp that escapes your mouth.

You couldn’t focus on Soap if you tried—her hand trailing down your torso, around your slowly tenting crotch to squeeze at your thigh, rubbing her thumb in tight little circles so, so close to where the tip of your cock wets the dark fabric of your jeans.

“You could learn so much from this good boy, pequeño sargento, mi buen chico.”

You whimper as she cups your crotch, squeezing you through the rough material and making your squirm in your seat, tugging against the ropes when she digs her nails in just enough to hurt.

“Keep yer hands off ‘im,” Soap growls, jerking against his bonds.

“You’re in no position to make demands, Soap,” she hisses out the name like a slur, releasing your throbbing erection to begin undoing your belt, grinning sharp and dangerous at how your breathing picks up, “y mami quiere jugar.”

You choke on air when your cock is finally freed from its confines, slapping up against your stomach. A breathy moan tears out of you when you feel hot wetness splatter across the sensitive skin, your brain taking a moment to realize Valeria’s spit onto your prick, wetting the skin before she begins to methodically stroke you, her grip just tight enough to border on pain, experienced in the way she rubs her thumb over the slit on each pass and squeezes the sensitive glands under the head on each upward stroke.

You can vaguely register Soap calling out your name, his voice foggy when he asks if you’re okay, and the question confuses you as you struggle to keep track of all of your faculties, realizing quite suddenly there are hot tears streaking down your cheeks as you gasp and moan, writhing in your bonds.

“Johnny~” you moan out, your balls drawing up tight—so so close so quickly, so weak in her hands—just to cry out when she squeezes her thumb and pointer finger around the base of your cock hard and painfully enough to stop your impending orgasm.

“Johnny, hm?” She purrs, peppering deceitfully gentle kisses across your tear stained face as you sob, hips bucking.

“Keep it oet yer fookin’ mouth you b—!” He barks, accent heavy in rage, the thick leather collar around his throat tightening enough to accentuate the bulging veins in his neck.

He goes stock still when you wail, jaw snapping shut as he watches her nails digging hard into the base of your cock, dangerously close to breaking the skin.

Soap settles back into his chair, moving his gaze to glare down at the floor in silent submission.

“That’s what I thought,” she growls.

You let out a broken sob of relief as her grip loosens, whimpering when you hear her tsk.

“You’re still hard, mi pequeño,” she sighs, almost like she's disappointed, though her soft hand begins to stroke you again, earning a low moan from you as your eyes flutter shut again, “do you enjoy the pain, puppy?”

“N-no,” you whisper. You’re so tired of being hurt—you just want to feel good, to just— “please, I want to be good, want to feel good—please, I’m sorry.”

Valeria hums, using her free hand to turn your head to face her, pressing a slow, chaste kiss to your lips. You want to cry at this reward given to you, kissing her desperately, memorizing the taste of her before she pulls away with a sly smile.

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, hm?” she murmurs, cupping your cheek and watching with adoration as you nuzzle into her palm, “so well behaved.”

You could cry when she straightens, hands leaving you as she moves away. Your cock twitches pathetically in search of more attention, and you watch hazily as she moves to stand behind Soap once again.

“Unlike my mutt,” she growls, tugging his head back by his mohawk and watching as he bares his teeth to her, trying to push up onto his tiptoes to relieve the pain of his hair being pulled so tight, “so protective of your little puppy mate, hm? Don’t you realize how dumb he is for me already?”

Soap doesn’t dignify her with a response, tensing when he hears the shick of a knife being loosed.

Valeria uses her free hand to cut the ropes tying Soap’s chest to the chair, dragging him to his feet by his hair to awkwardly pull his straining arms up over the back of the chair.

She shoves him forward and he drops to his knees against the hard concrete with a shout. He’s given little reprieve as she grabs him by the back of his collar, like she’s scruffing a puppy as she drags him across the floor by the thick leather, no acknowledgement to Soap’s vicious struggling—the show of strength has the both of your cocks twitching.

She drags him in between your spread legs, swiftly moving behind him to lift her foot and press her dirty boot to the back of his head, planting his face against your crotch.

You moan and gasp at the feel of his hot breath fanning over your aching cock, the tip an angry red and leaking pre from a mixture of the edging, neglect and pain. Soap stays stock still, staring up at you, waiting for Valeria’s orders.

“Johnny, f-fuck, Johnny, please, God—” you whine, trying to wiggle your hips, keening at the feel of his stubbled cheek providing the tiniest bit of stimulation to your aching flesh.

Valeria’s boot is still planted firmly on the back of Soap’s head, and she digs her heel into the base of his neck before finally lowering her leg.

“Suck,” she commands, and Soap wastes no time with teasing, straightening up to take the tip of your cock between his lips before sinking down, bobbing up and down the length with vigor, his skilled tongue doing its best to massage the underneath as his jaw accommodates to your girth.

You moan wantonly, crying out his name like a mantra and feeling his returning moans around your cock, traveling up through your sternum with white hot pleasure. Valeria coos again, scraping those nails up Soap’s scalp just to watch him shiver at the sensation before she grabs his hair once again, guiding his movements.

She leans over the side of the chair, using her free hand to guide you once again to her lips, moaning gratefully as she devours you, licking into your mouth with an equally skilled tongue.

She pulls Soap up until just the tip remains wrapped up in his pretty lips before shoving him back down, forcing the remaining inch or so he’s yet to take into his mouth, listening to the wet gags he makes as his muscles bulge and strain against the feeling of choking.

The wet heat of his throat—the constricting muscles clenching and squeezing around the tip of your sensitive cockhead has you crying out, blistering heat gathering somewhere near your bladder as your back arches as much as it can with your binds, hot cum spurting down Soap’s throat as your cock pulses in his mouth.

She pulls him off just as his face begins to turn purple, the last few streaks of your spend shooting out to paint his flushed, wet face, thick mucus from the back of his throat still connecting his gaping mouth to your spent and softening cock.

“Isn’t he so pretty like this?” Valeria purrs, her voice snapping you from your post orgasm daze, “absolutely destroyed.”

#modern warfare #valeria x reader #soap x reader #valeria x soap #is that a ship? it should be #evil soap arch (he's just horny)#valeria garza #john soap mactavish #mine #smut

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moodboardmix · 1 year

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Merano Residence, Burggrafenamt (Burgraviato), Bolzano, Italy,

John Pawson with local architects Markus Scherer and Maurizio Berni,

Landscaping: Dan Pearson Studio

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newyorkthegoldenage · 1 year

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John Sloan, Wet Night, Washington Square, 1928. Oil on panel.

In 1927, Sloan moved his New York apartment and studio to Washington Square South. From his studio window, the artist could see Washington Square Arch and the newly completed Art Deco skyscraper One Fifth Avenue, pictured in this painting.

Text & photo: Delaware Art Museum

#vintage New York #1920s #John Sloan #painting #Washington Square #urban realism #Ashcan School #Washington Square Arch

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homestuckconfession · 6 months

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Been needing to get this off my chest for a while. Sorry for the wall of text.

Being a hater for any of the female hs characters is a huge red flag to me. You dont have to like EVERY female character, but being a HATER is very sus. i feel like there is not a single female character that is worse than the worst male character. There isnt even a single female character more ANNOYING than the most annoying male character (especially since most of the male characters are kinda insufferable tbh). Beta girls? So fun and cool. Beta troll girls? I can’t think of a single one i dont at least have begrudging respect for (fef is my least favorite but even she is still pretty cool conceptually imo). Roxy? Her interactions with Callie are so cute and she’s just such a fun character in general. She was the highlight of the alpha kids section for me. Jane? she’s on fef level for me. I appreciate her story even if I don’t really vibe with her. Dancestor girls? Not my favorite bunch of characters in general but i cant think of a single female character i dislike out of them apart from meenah or Aranea, but that’s probably because they had the most screen-time.

A lot of the male characters are either groomers (doc scratch), pedos/otherwise disgusting and annoying (Cronus), hussie (hussie) or just plain boring (most of the male dancestors). I’m not saying I dont like ANY of the male characters. John and Dave are probably my favorite characters in homestuck! I just feel like male characters are given SO MUCH more grace to be annoying and shitty and ANNOYING. Like goddamn. Not to yuck anyone’s yums but I’ll never understand any hate on any of the female characters when the amporas exist. I cant think of a single enjoyable trait or moment that eridan had and Cronus is fucking CRONUS ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????!? AND YET they both still have so many fans and I hardly see any posts tearing into them like people have torn into vriska or Jane like DID WE READ THE SAME COMIC?!?!

I’ve NEVER seen ANY male character get hated on as vehemently as ive seen female characters get hated on. If you are a hater of any of the female characters then i do not trust you.

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yesokayiknow · 5 months

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oh. i just realised that in the au where both donna and martha travel with 10 in s3, martha gets to be forgotten by donna TWICE, once when the ytnw resets and once when 10 wipes her mind of the doctordonna. hm. ouch.

#place your bets on whether 10 actually tells martha he did that or whether she runs into an amnesiac donna in london #doctor who #i should have a name for this au but i don't lol #anyway the post got reblogged by seanan mcguire (!!!????!?!) so i'm thinking abt it again #i'm wondering which eps to include #i think they go thru a mix of s3/4 eps and then when it's just donna and ten they do the s3/4 eps that are left? hm #i'm gonna outline it properly tho at some point instead of just the sad rambling i did last time sgdjhajsh #i kinda wanna rewrite the chameleon arch 2 parter since that's the one that's the most easily different #considering it's set in 2020 there'd be no joan. what if. what if john smith falls for o instead....................

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dave-strider-is-my-bf · 5 months

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context? ya dont need any. thats what the askbox is for

#gimp post.gif #hs #arch's ramblings #homestuck #dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #johnkat #john egbert #karkat vantas #johndave #dave strider #he's in the 3rd image trust me #davekat

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illustratus · 6 months

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View of the Roman Forum with the Arch of Septimius Severus, and the remains of the Temple of Vespasian and Titus, and the Temple of Saturn.

by Arthur John Strutt

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allthoseotherworlds · 4 months

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It's honestly pretty frustrating sometimes how I feel like so many people say they love Martha, but mostly what I actually see people saying about Martha is how much she probably does/should hate the Doctor for not returning her crush, or sometimes how much people hate Blink/Family of Blood/Last of the Time Lords because they were hard for her.

And like, the former of those is frustrating because a) Nobody is obligated to return someone's romantic feelings, b) Being oblivious to someone having a crush on you might suck for the other person but is not actually a moral failing and c) Martha was sad about it but like. She didn't leave because she was furious at the Doctor for not returning her crush? She left because she knew her crush wasn't reciprocated and wasn't going to be, but couldn't get over it on her end while travelling with the Doctor. And also because the past year had been pretty traumatizing for everyone, including her and also the Doctor and also everyone else who was on that ship thing.

Anyways

I just wanted to talk for a bit about the things I like about Martha, or that are interesting, that are unrelated to those points above.

I think she's the first companion in New Who to join Unit, and I think still the only one to be a medical doctor with a strong scientific backing. Which is cool!

I think it's interesting that in the first episode she appears in, her family is shown to be kind of messy and kind of frustrating, and it feels like that's something she's a little glad to be getting away from for a bit when she travels with the Doctor (though it's not the reason she travels with them). And then, at the end of the season when her family is in danger she prioritizes their wellbeing enough to snap at the Doctor about it. If I remember correctly their phones were tapped or something and it wound up making things a bit worse, but I appreciate the nuances of her relationship with them and how important they are to her despite the messiness.

Despite all the ado made about her crush on the Doctor, I really loved how she really seemed to get the point of travelling with the Doctor. I think that she nailed both the joy and excitement of the unknown, and the compassion and sense of care that motivates the Doctor's travels, and which I think is vital to all of my favourite companions.

It also contrasts in interesting ways with how her personality shifts after she stops travelling with the Doctor - she still cares about people's wellbeing and seems to value the things she learned while travelling, but working with Unit and Torchwood does make her more military, and then of course doing freelance alien fighting (? or something?) in the End of Time.

I think Martha and the Doctor are an interesting duo because they contrast each other in interesting ways. They're both compassionate, hopeful but practical, and good at what they do, but they reflect those qualities in ways that almost, but don't quite, fit together nicely. They don't conflict, really, but they're not quite sustainable either.

They work well together and care about each other, but they're too similar in some ways and too different in others to ever quite see eye to eye, which is why they end up going in different directions. And I think that's not anyone's fault, or indicative of any deep flaws in either of them. Or even really a tragedy, because Martha seems to be doing new and interesting things every time we see her, with plenty of options available and a decent rapport with the Doctor whenever they show up.

Anyway this got way longer than I meant it to. Tldr: There are so many more interesting things to say about Martha than just "She must hate the Doctor". Here are some of them.

#Also I didn't have room here but. I understand hating the family of blood stuff but. John Smith is not the Doctor. That's the whole point #John Smith is absolutely rude to Martha and I dislike him as a person. But he is also not the Doctor #And I absolutely do not believe that the Doctor handpicked the persona and went “Yeah. Making him rude and racist and like guns”#I think they just got out the chameleon arch and said #“Here's the time and location that gives us the best shot at avoiding the family of blood. Give me and Martha random identities. Thanks”#That said it's actually not an episode I particularly like so I don't know why I'm rambling about it here #I get anxious about things where characters are Not Themselves and being rude and mean in ways they aren't #And also found the ending a little Too Much personally #Anyways I'm just monologuing now #Doctor Who #Doctor Who Meta #Martha Jones #I am talking #I am just some guy (gender neutral)#This post brought to you by another person joking about how Martha is so strong for putting up with the Doctor because of the crush stuff #And me as an aromantic not enjoying the implication that I am something to put up with and that the most interesting thing anyone can say #about a dynamic between two people is how much it sucks that one of them didn't know the other had a crush and 'led them on'#or whatever. But just ranting about that again didn't feel constructive so I tried to say more interesting things instead

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