#fucking outing myself with this post rip

[sprout-fics]

dunno if imissed thurs thots bc time zone is an arse but i pilled an allnighter and needed some smit to keep going bc coffeee aint doing it job anymore so heres a copy paste of my idea from when i was actuallyawake

hallo! so taking a page from the spider verse movie, what if reader did yell out a safeword? there is an “aftercare for a red moment” hole in the fic community (or im just blinded by the algorithm who knows)

So this is a really interesting concept, and also a good way to discuss proper sex practices, so thank you anon!

For those unaware, the color system (Green, yellow, red) is typically associated with BDSM practices. Green is all clear, yellow is slow down/change tactics, and red is full stop, change into aftercare mode. However this system is not exclusively designed for kink related practices, it can be a useful tool for even vanilla sex. Please remember to always check in with your partners and obtain enthusiastic consent before engaging in sexual activities. I am not an expert in this area, so please remember to do your own independent research if you are curious about this topic.

(Warning: Uncomfortable sexual scenarios and use of safe words, please read at your own discretion)

The Color Red

(TF 141 reacting to you using a safe word during sex)

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

You’re not really sure what does it, but something inside you drops abruptly, without warning as Soap’s hand wraps around your throat. 

There’s not even any pressure, just a heavy grasp that circles under your jaw but it’s enough to make something in you rise in panic, blood chilling and breath seizing inside your chest

He’s still hunches over you, your legs wrapped around his hips, brow scrunched in pleasure, voice dragging as he tries to angle himself just right to graze against the soft spongy part of you he knows will make you go boneless in his arms

Whatever pleasure was tightening low across your hips dies as a cold, fearful wash of dread takes its place, the world spinning as you drop fast.

“Red.” You croak, voice trembling, abruptly, entire body going rigid with panic.

It’s over in an instant. Soap knows what the word means, is trained to respond at the first instinct of discomfort, and within a blink his hand is gone, his weight off of you

You curl over onto your side, eyes wide and shoulders trembling, wetness still on the inside of your thighs but air rising sharply as hyperventilation threatens to take over

Soap’s weight is off the bed, giving you space, but when he notices your breathing he kneels beside you at once, eyes brimming with worry

“Hen, sweetheart, it’s alright.” He coos softly, words echoing as a steady stream, a reminder to his nearby presence. “You’re safe, we’re done. Breathe for me, You’re alright.”

“Johnny.” You gasp, reaching for him, and he obliges instantly, maneuvering you both so he sits against the headboard and puts your head into his lap, positioning a pillow underneath it. 

“I’m here.” He reminds you, a hand stroking along your shoulder in soothing circles as you try to control your breathing, listening to him breathe alongside you. Deep inhale, hold for 4, out for 7. Repeat.

“What do you need, hen?” He asks after a few minutes, after the panic has faded to a dull bite, once you stop shuddering and instead curl into an exhausted heap at his side.

You sigh out a shuddering exhale, feel his thumb graze across the top of your shoulder. Gentle, patient, devoted.

“You, Johnny.” You tell him at last. “Just you.”

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

“Red.”

You gasp it out unexpectedly in Gaz’s bed, hands secured above your head as he bends over you, three fingers curling inside you, smug smile plastered over his face as he tries to wring another orgasm from you despite you telling him you can’t, and him finding another, another anyways

Now, however, it’s finally too much, and when he presses just right the sensation it summons is less pleasurable and more aching, stretching an overworn muscle that leaves something twisting unpleasantly inside you

“Oh shit, doll.” He gasps at the word, and slowly withdraws his fingers to not cause you additional discomfort. You whine, but the sound catches in your throat, pleading and tender. “I’m sorry, shh, take a breath for me.”

He reaches up above you, pulls at the rope and it comes loose easily, allows your hands to sink into the pillows and reduces the strain on your shoulders. 

“Hey, hey, I got you.” He murmurs as you shudder, face contorting at the unpleasant ache inside you

He drags you into his arms, and you don’t complain at all, curling into his steady frame as he tucks you against his chest

“You did good.” He tells you at once, reassuring, gentle. “Promise you did good. Just take your time.”

You nuzzle against the coarse, curly hair of his chest, feel him stroke a hand against your back as the ache inside you dies to a low murmur

“I’m okay.” You tell him after a few minutes, taking all the time you need to fully relax into his embrace “It just…it was so much.”

Kyle exhales then, a breath you didn’t realize had been holding. His form goes a little lax against you, relieved by your words

“I’m sorry, doll.” He tells you at once. “I should have stopped sooner.”

You shake your head a little, remind him gently “That’s what the colors are for. I’m alright, just-” and you wince. “Tender.”

You feel him smile into your hair, mouth tugging just an inch, his body warm, solid, reaffirming against yours

“We can fix that.” He tells you softly. “How about I run you a bath and get you cleaned up, hmm?”

You nod, pause, and then crane your head up to plant a kiss against his lips

“Sounds wonderful.”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Sex with Simon can usually be an intense, emotional affair, an experience where you try and carve space within each other through touch, seeking a balm to the brokenness, soothing to the fear and hurt 

Yet there are also times when you both just need release

Which is where you are now, face down, his hands hauling yours behind your back, hips slapping against your pelvis with a rapid, brutal intensity that’s going to leave you pleasantly sore for days

His voice is a grinding, rumbling presence that doesn’t allow you to drift entirely off, forcing you back into the presence of him. A hand tangles in your hair, presses you down into the sheets as he growls lewd, filthy praise down at you

Yet there’s a hint of malice to it, and normally you’d welcome it, send it right back to him, teeth bared and spirit a bright flame that burns against his darkness

Now, however, each word seems to puncture through you, as he hisses ‘Slut. Pretty little whore.’ down at you

You want to take it, want it to feed the coiling need as he buries himself inside you, but tonight it sounds almost like Simon means it.

It hurts.

It forces you to drop so fast it gives you whiplash, mind reeling and you have to remind yourself to say the word that bleeds across your tongue.

“Red.”

Simon stops instantly, removes his hand from your hair like he’s been burned.

You barely even notice, caught in your own turmoil of thoughts, trying to find your way out of the labyrinth. You don’t even notice as he pulls out from you, but the sudden emptiness only feeds the fall, makes a sob curl in your throat as you try and fail to swallow it down

He’s gone from the bed, you notice, and if anything it makes you panic more.

“S-Simon.” He try, voice wavering, and as if you’ve summoned him he appears back at your side, his voice gentler now but strained, guilty

“Here, pet.” A hand against your spine, a feathering touch given only as a mild offering before you give him permission to touch you, to which you gasp “Please.”

The touch becomes firmer, fingers pulling at the rigidness coiled in your frame, and after a moment there’s the cool touch of a washcloth that wipes the sweat from your skin.

“Y-you didn’t mean it, did you?” You try at last, not moving yet, knowing he’d only hush you back into stillness, make sure you didn’t push yourself too fast too soon

Simon takes a moment to process, realization washing over him at why you invoked your color.

“No, never.” He tells you, voice a little distant, and you know the faint unhappiness that colors his own voice isn’t for you but for him, tearing at himself for causing you hurt

You take care of him too, knot your fingers between his in tender reassurance, reminding him that even as he hovers at your side, you stay beside him too

Captain John Price

You’re trying to soldier through it, the pain that wraps around your thigh as he hauls it over his shoulder, braces it on the broad planes of his frame

Your hands are fisted in the sheets, chest heaving as Price forces his tongue into your cunt, fingers digging red marks into your opposite leg. There’s pleasure coiling n your core with every stripe of his tongue, dragging whimpering moans from your throat

It’s soured, however, by the wrapping on your thigh, the stitched bullet hole radiating pain. The sharp ache drowns any potential pleasure that rises inside you and you try to grit your teeth against it, force it down in pursuit of the warmth of price’s breath against your folds

You can’t. You can’t do it, not with tears beginning to well in your eyes and the sounds coming from transitioning into whimpers of pain. 

“John.” You manage, strained, and for a moment Price is so absorbed in his task he almost doesn’t hear you. “J-John, red. Red.”

Price’s head shoots up, his ears attuned to that word specifically, and when he does you see slick coating his chin, his eyes flickering brightly in worry.

A sob bursts from your chest at the sight, dragging with pain, eyes hot and wet as you press a hand to the red blossoming bandage. 

He surmises the situation quickly, and instantly he’s rising off you, nearly vanishing from you entirely, giving you a bit of space before sitting back down beside you and gently bending your leg onto his lap

“Shh, it’s alright love.” He reassures you, a hand reaching up to stroke at your sweaty forehead, against your brow bunched in worry. “I’ve got you, you’re alright.”

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out even as his fingers knead into your calf. “I didn’t- it hurts.”

“Never apologize for using your colors.” The captain tells you sternly, and he holds your eyes on him, levying you with a disciplining stare that ensures your compliance. You nod, sniffling, and it makes some of the grimness melt from his eyes, tendered with affection

“Where are your pain meds?” He asks then, a hand gently tracing over the bloodied bandage, and you nod to the bedside drawer.

He nods absently, one hand still braced on your leg, the other reaching past you to withdraw the bottle from the assembly of items there

“You’re going to take these.” He tells you without question, drawing your gaze back to him once more. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and then get something warm in your stomach so they go down sunny, yes?”

You sniffle and nod at him, still feeling a little embarrassed, still in pain. Yet it’s softer now with his touch as his eyes turn to you fondly.

“Might even get you some hair of the dog for good measure.” He offers, and it at last summons a shy but warm smile from you

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Again, if your partner every signals they are uncomfortable during sex, stop, talk, and proceed as needed. If anyone ever disrespects you signaling you are uncomfortable or blatantly ignores your safeword, do not engage with them further. Stay safe, stay sane, and stay consensual

#simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price x reader #cod imagines #fucking outing myself with this post rip #Minors I will fucking steal your kneecaps don't even fucking look at this post I will block you at lightspeed #mdni #18 + only #minors do not interact #minors dni #my writing #my headcanons #blank blogs dni #don't ask me how I know this I've spent too much time researching #also before you ask yes all the cod men respect safewords that's not even a question

[julia-loves-cupcakes]

Ya know, sometimes a convo with your best friend is a gory description of slipping your fingers between Satan's ribs and feeling his heart beating under your fingertips. Lovingly.

( @preyed-llama u inspire me so much, never change ^^ <3)

#my art #fan art #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #om! satan #candy gore #gore #pastel #I just wanna say that Satan's very happy here ok #it's a very loving and consensual ripping of skin and breaking of bones bdkkbfjfljlf #btw #yes I'm not dead XDD #I've been telling myself for months to post some drawings and nothingggg #I'm just really fucking bad at posting gxjfhkjff #but I'm trying I swear #watch out twisted wonderland and obey me #those are my main ones rn XDD #obey me nightbringer

[mo-ok]

👎👍👍👎

#kakuranger #carranger #go onger #hurricaneger #super sentaisuke #zenkaiger car boy screenshot redraw but make it civilian clothes 😌 #once again ya boy yusuke gets LEFT OUT (i'm gonna draw something for the bird trio i PROMISE i just need to settle on a fun idea first) #idk fam i love parallels and call backs and references and similarities so i couldnt help myself #👎judgemental ninjas👎 #👍car boys for traffic justice👍 #2023 art tag #goin in hard with the foreshortening and hand practice here (i am ripping my teeth out with pliers) #if i dont post these now i'm gonna keep fucking around with them forever and i NEED TO MOVE ON oh my god

[imminent-danger-came]

About the random chest that flashes over MK in the memory scroll:

I‘m pretty sure it‘s Azure. You can see the tips of his two… loose ponytails? (The hair that frames his face anyway) hanging down from his shoulders. Later, in his emperor form, we can also see he has the defined musculature.

And since Wukong was reliving all of his regrets in the scroll, the biggest ones flashing on the screen in that scene, one after another, it would make sense for Azure to appear.

Both because Wukong betrayed the brotherhood and lost his friends, and also because- well, Azure was the main antagonist of the season. It would make sense for him to be of importance for Wukong in this scenario especially.

I can‘t believe you failed to identify one of your favorite characters by chest alone. Smh. Fake fan, I think I have to unfollow 😔

(/j)

So. I had typed out this whole answer pointing out how absolutely shredded the silhouette was compared to every character in the show, and then I had this really good point, like (quoting my og post):

"And it's not that you're wrong, it would make complete sense for Azure to appear as part of the memory flashes—but then why not show his face? Why not make it obvious that it's Azure? Why be this weird about it, and have it framed so that when it fades it reveals MK? You gotta think why the writers and storyboarders would make those kinda decisions."

But then. But then I realized anon.

There's a line. Like Azure's fur color line

BUT HERE'S THE OTHER THING ANON. AZURE'S PAST OUTFIT (Presumably what he would have been wearing when this memory took place) IS ALSO DIFFERENT:

So I legitimately don't know. At the end of my og post, I had written a pretty funny joke: "Anon don't challenge my ability to identify my lego characters by chest alone ever again", but you were right to. I have no clue who this silhouette's identity is. I can't identify them off of pecs alone. Is it Azure? Maybe! Is it MK? Maybe! (Like, the fact that we get the pecs flash, and then later MK is revealed to have a war form that he has had NO prior training in makes me question some things. Like most of his abilities MK's learned to use, he just does it, and it's all weird.) Like:

BUT I DON'T KNOW.

#I can not believe I just went around through eps taking pictures of lego pecs #Like god. What a wacky situation to find myself in #A little bit unhinged on the blog today #If the chest is Azure why is he so fucking ripped there #Like what is going on #And if it's Azure then. Then ''Yet you insist on learning the hard way just as I did. I should have NEVER trusted the Monkey King!'' #then this is a MK and Azure foils moment which is based #But I literally have no idea!!!!! #THIS IS LIKE A SECRET 3RD MEMORY. #LIKE MY POINTS ABOUT NOT SHOWING HIS FACE STILL STAND. #SO LIKE. WHAT #Maybe there was something that happened between them post Camel Ridge fight but pre Azure being sealed in the scroll #Where an outfit change occurred #*puts gun up to lmk crew's head* Show me the storyboards so I can figure out what the fuck you were intending #lmk #lego monkie kid #asks #lmk crack #to me #lmk Azure Lion #lmk MK

[valeffelees]

part two of dev pitch just being the love of my life

#once i get started on my dev and niall bullshit there's really just no stopping me huh #i have this drawing on the same canvas as my other drawing and theyre layered together rly weird #and im trying so hard to figure out how to position them together in a better way but ngl ive rly fucked myself lol #NTM THIS SKETCH IS GOING TO BE IMPOSSIBLE TO CLEAN like moral of the story rip colouring process #(im trying to add a third sketch to the canvas and itll either help immensely or make things infinitely worse) #valen and the void #💣 temp post #sketchbook apocalypse

[brother-emperors]

biographies and the lives they're about contain multitudes, especially with ascanio who lived through interesting times, was responsible for some of those interesting times, and also generally just. did A Lot. so much so that this is from the preface of the pellegrini biography, and it's an 800+ page biography

anyway!!!! the ending chapter of the ascanio biography did critical levels of emotional damage to me that I haven't recovered from, so now I'm drawing comics to cope

so, sometimes a chapter is like

and also

Ascanio Maria Sforza: la parabola politica di un cardinale-principe del Rinascimento, Marco Pellegrini

society6 | ko-fi | redbubble | twitter (pillowfort) | deviantart

#i care about him so much what the fuck #ngl when i started this biography i thought it would even out the interest i had in him #instead its like. oh boy im never going to be remotely normal about him again #hehrugh I keep telling myself to pace myself and post some of the ancient rome art i have around. the augustan era stuff #and then i dont even though its literally just sitting around on my desktop staring at me RIP #ascanio sforza #giuliano della rovere #komiks tag #italian renaissance tag #renaissance papacy tag #drawing tag

[garrettwrites]

When someone tells you they don't like hugs, that's not an invitation for you to "cure them". It is not a "you" thing, although sometimes it might be. You thinking "they have to get used to it" because "your hugs are different" and "that's how you show love" is not a valid argument. Hugging them out of the blue as a goodbye is not cool either. Fuck off.

#ok to rb in case someone is in the same boat but thinks the post is too personal #this friend of mine... #pretends he's great but can't respect one basic thing #he's lucky I have grown to control my emotions and not lash out #i hate it #don't hug me or touch me end of line #i am honest to god feeling sick #this dude and I have history where I borderline felt incapable of saying no and had sex with him #afterwards I told him how I felt #yet he still pulls this shit #hugs make me sick to my stomach I don't even hug my family #and I really don't wanna hug a man who pretty much made me hate sex (for myself) as a whole #i feel disgusting rn #twice he hugged me and got mad when I refused to hug him again #even after I already told him I hated it #then asks if I'm scared of him because of that like you piece of shit I wanna rip my skin out where you touched it #I may pretend to everyone that I'm a strong confident man but good lord #sometimes I wish I had an over protective boyfriend so he could kick him in the teeth over this shit #it's ridiculous I know but fuck #apologies if you read all these tags but I over drank after this and none of my friends are awake and I needed to vent #garrett.text

[vulpinesaint]

god damn it. i need to start seeking out material to be really honestly obsessed with this vampire man huh

#told myself i was NOT gonna get invested in astarion baldursgate because i CANNOT play the game #i don't have the funds or equipment for that. #but come ON. can't keep looking at this art and these animatics and character meta posts. #it's like someone made this character in a lab specifically to appeal to me #false actually. it's like someone ripped out a few cells of my heart and made a character out of That. #i am. well. hm. a little unwell about it actually. and i don't even know anything about the guy yet #sighs really long and loud and despairingly. gotta go pull up gameplay footage on youtube i guess #this is fucking ridiculous #valentine notes

[kirnet]

are yall impressed with my actium progress *cries*

#i feel like im working on it non stop and then i actually see the amount of progress... girl #behold chapter 1. see if you can glean anything from it #ive fucked both of my wrists up pretty bad already and im just ignoring the injury which is not helping me pick up the pace lmao #my goal is to try to get in a rhythm where i can get 5-10 pages done a week depending on my day job and shit #chaps 1 to 5 are completely scripted panel by panel so i know exactly what im doing for them #and if i release about 10 pages every other week i should have about a 9 month buffer to keep working and scripting the rest. which seems #like enough?? i can always speed up the upload schedule if im really ahead but i dont see myself being that ahead lmao #act 1 is gonna have 14 chaps which are already plotted out and acts 2 and 3. wll #i mean i have most of the ideas lmao im sure itll all come together as i get closer rip #anyways. anyways #im learning to be faster but my focus has just been shot so hopefully i can double down and finish this chap #at this pace im hoping to release maybe in april/may? hopefully earlier? maybe later? #but def this year! #anyways i just needed to get all of my thoughts out lmao goodnight. im gonna rest my wrists #ramblings #actium posting

[soplapinga]

How the fuck does someone stop being utterly incapable of talking about their shit. like .BAD shit

#I want to cry and rip. my hair out and annnndffd #WHY CANT I JUST !!!! FUCKING EXPRESS MYSELF??!!! RRRRRRRAHHHHH #huh #vent post #nate rambles

[scatterpatter]

Watching 2 headmates latch onto each other has been... Interesting these past few weeks

#my art #doodles #am i REALLY about to out myself on main... yeah sure fuck it #whaaat this is just a funny what if crossover between 2 robot medias haha what this tooootally isnt another plurality joke post #ignore the word 'alters' this isnt abt my dissocitive disorder at ALL :))) #j.txt #cm.txt #y e a h cuts basically been adopted as a brother against his will. rip. #... fuck it ill allow like 1 tag #fictive #system fictive #system humor #ANYWAYS CHECK OUT HOW HARD I CAN CRY FFFSSSSSHHHHHHHH

[gideongrovel]

he drank!! 💀🥛🖤 also plz move outta the way m0sshead im trying to see the bf! 😭

#lol-ing at the joke i crossed out because if 12yo me saw 27yo me saying that she would be like ''be fucking for real right now?!'' in shock #tho you can also say me from any age of like 9ish to 21ish would be shocked by 27yo me saying that lol #odd to think about how ive been a fan the series on and off for that long *rip* but lets not think of the passage of time 😐 #(also not misgendering myself with that first tag.... i just think of pretrans/egg me with my old pronouns for whatever reason lol) #my post

[glitterslag]

because I am literally incapable of keeping gossip to myself

#i made out with my ex at the strokes concert #i gave myself permission prior to the event dw dw #it was to be expected #like? it was the strokes! it was a night time outdoor set it was raining we were drunk sharing ciggies new silver eyeshadow etc etc #they played call it fate call it karma you know the rest #kinda iconic in my humble opinion #AND THEN #i went to my friend's house party after and then i went home with a guy from there #again sorta premeditated cause I've been overthinking sleeping w my first new person post the breakup #and I've been passing up opportunities cause i've just been building it up in my head to be this big massive deal #but it had rly gotten to the point where it just needed to happen like rip the bandaid off kinda thing #so i pretty much knew that if i met someone nice there i was gonna just say fuck it #coz like drunk house party guy you'll never meet again is such a chill low stakes thing for an official return 2 the streets #and when i tell you it was bang average like so so soooo bang average which I'm glad abt to be honest #left my red scrunchy at his house tho cause u always gotta give them something to remember you by. the whimsical stranger!!! #and i stole some weed from him #(take something leave something rule - i am a devout follower of this) #and then had to literally travel the entire length of the northern line 2 get home like no joke i literally rode that shit end 2 end #scantily clad unbrushed hair sunglasses on in the tube violently hungover walk of shame vibe #altho by some divine miracle my phone didn't die until i was literally outside my front door so i got to listen to good tunes the whole way #honestly you probably shouldn't romanticise these things but who's gonna fuckin stop me huh!! #feels like julian casablancas would've wanted this for me #anyways what a silly goofy post!!!!!! #dear diary

[izzy-b-hands]

I keep starting fics (and have a few short ones finished rn) for my fictober that are s2 inspired but I'm afraid to publish them bc I wanna see what the actual writers did first (along with everything else they're gonna give us in the rest of the eps bc I'm just. excited for everything!!!!)

#text post #also distracting myself from the irl stuff with the writing so even if these don't get published #or need reworking before they can be published and i publish my fictober stuff late (idc abt keeping deadlines with this one lmao) #Housemate was incredibly kind and gracious and let me vent and trauma dump hard and looked after me #and im still. in the soup of it all and figuring my way out of it again to be more stable and having the fic writing and pirates #as distraction is just. not to be like the floating in the ocean holding onto something to stay alive #and its me with the fic writing and show (and other things like Housemate's help of course) as my piece of driftwood that I'm just #clinging the fuck onto bc i know i can navigate this and get thru it bc ive done that before #i just always forget how much it hurts when the wounds get ripped back open again and I KNOW that sounds stupid dramatic #but unfortunately it v much does feel like a physical gaping wound in the center of my chest lmao and does in fact ache and shit and #enough tag essay where i fall apart back to gdocs and spotify go i