#i blacked out writing this

[miupow]

big cock! hyukka with a sweet virgin reader. bonus points since he’s a little perv. like you and him are dating, he’s so sweet and attentive, will do anything for his sweet baby. he gives you innocent kisses, warm hugs, flowers and little things that make him think of you. he’ll also sniff your panties and jerk off with them, nuzzle his face into your tits when cuddling and pretend it’s just because he was sleepy, accidentally brush his face against your clothed pussy when he uses your thighs as pillows.

when you agreed to lose your virginity to him he’s elated but it goes away when you say “too big” through little sniffles. “that’s okay, it’s okay angel,” he reassures you. “just the tip, promise,” and he does just the tip, fucking into you shallowly. It’s addicting the way your tight little hole wraps around his head. he’s already telling himself he’ll be your first and last. hyukka tries, he really tries his hardest but you’re wet and he’s dribbling, it’s so slick, it would be so easy… with a smooth trust he bottoms out, your puffy pussy gets stretched around him and you cry out. “couldn’t stop it!” hyukka defends himself. “slutty pussy was sucking me in, it wasn’t me baby. see,” he pulls put to sink back in. “fuck…look at that, s’your fault baby,” he whispers against your lips. “little virgin cunt so tight it doesn’t want me to leave.” and if hyukka says it then it must be your true since your sweet boyfriend loves you so much.

@tigerhoshi25 ANNIE YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND i love when you come into my inbox you blow me away every time ilysm

i’ve been gatekeeping this one for a while because i just didn’t know how to respond. this ask legitimately left me speechless and on the floor

cw// smut, virgin!hyuka and reader, fem!reader, virginity kink, size kink, dubcon elements, kai is kind of toxic

BIG DICK PERV HYUKA YES 🙏🙏 i’m willing to die on the hill that is kai w a virginity kink, i know the idea of taking a cuties virginity would turn him on sm hehe >< esp if he was a virgin too!!

he’s such a sweet perfect boyfie in every way 💗💗 tries to hide his pervy tendencies the best he can, but he just can’t help it!! he’s buying you flowers and taking you out on the sweetest dates, gives you gentle kisses and the tightest hugs, tells you how amazing u are all the time >< but he feels guilty cos he’s also stealing ur panties when he’s left alone in your bedroom, fucking himself n his plushies to the thought of ruining ur virgin cunt <3 it’s all ur fault! you’re just so cute and sexy in ur little skirts and your big sweaters, makes him so hard at just the smallest flash of your chest or upper thighs hehe ^^ sometimes if he’s lucky he can even see ur cute panties when you bend over!! has to rush to the bathroom to cum thick hot ropes all over his fist hehe

he would never be the one to initiate sex for the first time, he’s too shy!! but when you bring it up, all nervous and blushy and making his cock throb he jumps at the opportunity!! so so quick to bend you over on his bed n rut up against ur soaked panties.. you trust him, right?? oh, but he doesn’t have a condom,,, it’ll be okay, he’ll pull out, he promises! just let him fuck you..

oouuu but your pretty tears and your pathetic squeaks of “too much, too big!” when he first pushes his cock into your virgin hole.. he can’t stop himself! shushing your cries as he keeps pushing in, stretches you open past your limit, you feel like he’ll split you open,,, oh but it feels so good when he starts up a rhythm, thrusting hard against your cervix n fucking your dripping pussy so good >///< you cant beg for him to go slower, gentler anymore, feels too good to speak!!

it’s all your fault that he ends up cumming hard in your throbbing cunt, paints your gummy walls white with his seed <3 you were clenching so tight around him, sucking his cock in so greedily! he couldn’t possibly pull out when your little virgin cunt was so tight and begging for him to stay inside <3

#ɱเµρσω𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ౨ৎ #i blacked out writing this #this is my favorite kai to write #if that’s not obvious enough #god i love nasty pervy slightly toxic kai #lia’s hard hours 🔥 #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai smut #hueningkai x reader #txt x reader #📥.requests #📥: annie! 💕

[snootlestheangel]

Back at it with more Shadow Company Moose

cause apparently my life revolves around him now @cod-dump

Big boy Moose falling perfectly jn line with Soap's type. Big, strong, intimidating but quiet, deep voice, all of it.

Soap being the type of person to flirt casually with people whose company he genuinely enjoys.

Soap flirting with Moose after getting to know him a bit better. Moose being flattered but not into Soap (as far as he's aware)

But then Moose overhears a conversation between Soap and Ghost and realizes Ghost is flirting right back. He's not jealous or hurt or anything (he's learned that's the type of friend Soap is and stuff). No.

He's actually terrified.

He's never heard anyone flirt back so openly with Soap before. Sure he's heard Gaz flirt back but the shit Ghost is saying to him shouldn't even be considered flirting. Its filthy and then Moose is backpedalling out of there so fucking fast.

He's terrified because "holy shit Ghost and Soap are together and Soap is flirting with me. I'm gonna be the reason their relationship ends and then Ghost will actually kill me and no one will know the truth."

The next day Soap wants to spar with him. Moose has learned by now that Soap enjoys challenging himself by taking on the guys that are definitely bigger and stronger. Moose accepts because he's now scared of hurting Soap's feelings and getting put on the top of The Ghost's hit list.

They're sparring and it's going well for Moose, actually. He's so close to stopping it, he doesn't want Soap to embarrass himself. But then Soap flattens him. One second he's standing tall and confident, the next he's on his stomach with Soap pinning him down and holding one of his legs as leverage.

Moose gives Soap his compliments. He's never been taken out so fast and brutally before, especially not by a guy that's almost a foot shorter than him. Soap grins at him, and there's an almost evil glint in his eyes.

"Felt good to finally get you underneath me." Soap says, the most blatant flirting he's ever done with Moose. Moose doesn't react, just kinda scoffs a bit and shakes his head.

Then he notices a certain looming shadow in the corner, skull mask tilted to the side as the wearer assesses him with a cold, judging gaze.

Suddenly Moose is bright red and booking it out of there.

He really doesn't want to linger on what Ghost means by telling Soap "Very good, Johnny. Think he'd let you do it again?"

#I don't know what this is #I think I got possessed or something #I blacked out writing this #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #shadow company ocs #shadow company #Shadow Company Moose #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

[hey-august]

Also like.. buggy feeding you food? Him watching the way your lips touch his fingers as he does? Him getting flustered?? I have so many thoughts and can’t type them all

Buggy didn't mean it to be anything at first. He was just offering you a taste, but the fry he grabbed was just a little too short. Your lips grazed his fingers and it was like a static shock. The cone of fries nearly fell out of his hold. A few did topple out - you thought it was from too much alcohol, the swaying of the ship, uneven ground, whatever. Really, it was because Buggy got nervous.

But not too nervous. He grabbed another fry and dipped it in sauce and held it out for you. Oh. That one was long enough for you to take the snack without making contact. Okay, let's try again. Dip and offer. Another failure. Still too long. And because Buggy was too focused on your mouth, he didn't realize he was holding the fry weirdly.

A little bit of sauce got smeared on the corner of your mouth. Before Buggy could say something, you wiped it with your thumb. The way your tongue darted out to lick the sauce off your thumb gave him an idea though.

This time, he dug through the bag to find a short fry. The shortest one. It was a crumb, honestly. There was barely enough for him to hold, but he managed it. And when he dipped the fry-crumb, he "accidentally" got some sauce on his finger.

You knew what he was doing. You knew for a while. It was in the way he watched you kick back your drinks, the way he'd lean into your touch but look away, the way he kept feeding you fries and stopped eating them himself.

Staring at his saucy offering, you knew he was trying. So you grab his wrist and make a show of enjoying the treat, while he watches utterly speechless. And when you ask if he has anything else for you to taste, all he can do is nod.

#i blacked out writing this #KEEP THE GOODS COMING #if you want #no pressure #i love all of your thoughts anon #really though no pressure #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #x reader #buggy x you #buggy op #one piece buggy

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 20

Public sex

1k of Swiss x phantom

Prompts by the lovely @kroas-adtam as usual!!

This … this got away from me badly

Phantoms never touched himself before. Swiss thinks the church would be the perfect place to try.

Heavy cw for blasphemy, religion play, mockery of catholic practices, degradation, Swiss is a sadist and phantom is too obedient. This is so very self indulgent. Safe but probably not sane.

New summon phantom makes such an obedient little clergy member. Always gets to mass on time, does his chores diligently, speaks of copia with only the absolute highest respect. He’s a good boy, he doesn’t like to break the church's rules.

Its truly such a shame when he and Swiss are paired together to clean the church one day. Swiss having his usual demeanor of doing whatever he wants while phantom tries his best to diligently clean the pews as he was told.

“Swiss come on please” phantom pleas with him to stop fucking around and help him because it’s what copia would want, he wants to impress copia.

“He’s not even here phantom, who is going to know if we have a little fun”

“Swiss he’s going to check, I want it done right like he asked”

“Oh and I’m sure you’ll just do anything you’re asked huh?”

Phantom tries so hard to ignore the spark in his gut at the words. Just sprays his rag again and continues to scrub. Swiss absolutely doesn’t miss the way he blushes.

“You just want to be a good boy don’t you shadow?” Phantom wants to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off his face. How he plans on doing that however he is more than aware he shouldn’t be thinking in church of all places.

Swiss knows. He grins harder at the flustered ghoul.

“Such an obedient little thing”

“Swiss shut the fuck up” he growls

Phantom feels like he’s being circled by a shark with the way Swiss continues to walk around him, smiling and raking his eyes up and down like he’s a piece of meat. It makes his pants tighten and his face flush and he is just begging in his head for Swiss to give up and leave him alone

Obviously the pleas fall on deaf ears

“Oh phantom are you fucking hard”

he was bound to notice

“Swiss stop”

“Isn’t that just blasphemous, hard in church? Aren’t you pathetic”

He feels gross, ashamed, doesn’t like having such dirty thoughts in the chapel, being so turned on in such a place. And he knows Swiss is toying with him like a cat, he is more than aware phantom feels disgusting and it makes him so so much worse. Just to watch phantom kneeling on the ground trying to cover up his hard on while avoiding eye contact? He feels like an caged animal being stalked.

“What would copia think if he saw you like this? I didn’t even say anything to you, just pointed out how you’re such a good little ghoul right? What do you get turned on by knowing what an obedient clergy member you make? Getting off on doing your duties? Is that what’s happening?”

Phantom feels more ashamed by the second and what’s even more horrifying to him is that he thinks he likes it.

“Fucking shut up” his voice cracks embarrassingly. He can’t muster any words besides telling Swiss to be quiet over and over. He can’t exactly deny the accusations, he can only plead for mercy, pray Swiss let’s him go.

“If you actually wanted me to shut up you wouldn’t be about to cum in your pants over me calling you obedient”

Swiss almost thinks he can hear phantom whimper when he says that as he puts his rag down. A white flag, symbol that he’s given up.

“Poor thing, do you want help?”

“please” it’s the only things he’s said besides telling Swiss to be quiet all afternoon.

“Up on the pew shadow”

Phantom scrambles to sit up, still attempting to avoid eye contact, just waiting for his next instruction.

“Unbuckle your pants, come on darling I know you’ve done this before”

“Swiss please, please just touch me”

The cackle he lets out shoots ice down phantoms spine

“Oh honey who said I was going to touch you? You did this to yourself.”

“What?”

“Go on, touch yourself, stroke yourself on that pew you just spent so long cleaning yeah?”

He can’t bring himself to do it. Hoped Swiss would take control and he couldn’t be the one to blame. But being made to get himself off in the chapel?

Horrifying, disgusting, blasphemous

“Please do it Swiss I- I can’t”

“Oh and why can’t you? Can’t touch yourself knowing this is where you worship? Knowing you’ve prayed in that exact spot? Can’t do it can you… must feel so dirty huh”

He just nods

“It’s too bad really, because I couldn’t do it, I could never touch you here of all places. That would just be anathemic huh”

Shame builds in his stomach, so turned on he could cry by now.

“Go on phantom, touch yourself, be a good boy”

“Swiss I-“ he squeaks

“Come on, don’t you want to be good for me?”

“I don’t know how” he finally cries, stares down at his lap, his cock aches in his pants.

“Oh darling … you’ve never touched yourself?”

Phantom ignores his smile for continuing to stare at the floor. Feeling shame for never getting himself off, shame for even considering it, shame for considering it in church. He can hear the blood in his ears.

“Let me tell you how, be a good obedient ghoul? Do as I say?”

He nods.

“Grab your cock in your fist gently, wrap your hand around it”

Somehow that’s all it takes. Slowly lifts a hand and basically whines when he makes contact with himself. Instincts tell him to buck his hips up but he doesn’t know what to do, just waits for further instruction.

“Just up and down, slide your hand up and down”

Shoving all his feelings down he starts stroking himself slowly , eyes screwed shut like the tighter his eyelids get the less anyone can see him. Though Swiss’s stare burns holes through him, makes him feel more exposed than he is.

“There you go, good boy, does that feel good?”

He nods, confirming noise turning into a whimper as he awkwardly tries to find what feels best for him.

His rhythm speeds up, hips lifting off the wood to match his hand, almost too desperate to even consider the situation anymore. Doesn’t know how long he sits there touching himself, just listens to Swiss telling him how good he is and follows the burning feeling in his stomach, gasping and cursing at the new feelings

“I.. I swiss-“

“Are you close shadow? Do you want to cum?”

He really shouldn’t be surprised at how quickly phantom gets close. The poor virgins first time touching himself, having to cum in less than a couple minutes. Swiss wonders and hopes if their current situation has contributed to that plight.

“I think.. I think please I think so”

And in an act of cruelty even swiss can’t justify he grabs phantoms hand and replaces it with his own

“How about you pray for it darling?”

#I blacked out writing this #note I wrote this in September but I love it so fuck it it’s being shoved into kinktober #the band ghost #ghost #fanfic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #kinktober

[haruchiyos]

Az I want all your thoughts on big and possessive mermaid Kiyoomi, literally anything that comes to mind

Oh gods dem BABY ,,,,, he’s so big

Like

So fucking big

He first saw you flitting around the shoreline one evening and that was it. He couldn’t get you off his mind no matter how hard he tried. Over the next couple months his fixation builds and builds and builds until he snaps one night. You were at the edge of the dock; legs dangling off the edge, toes just barely breaking the water’s surface. Breaching the air, he reveals himself to you — knowing full well that you’d be unable to resist him. His kind were crafted for exactly that purpose: to lure in and capture humans like a fisherman’s lure would with a naive bass. You find yourself so captivated by his ethereal features — pale skin littered with iridescent scales that twinkle under the moonlight — that you’re unaware of the grip on your ankles until it’s already far too late. Water roars in your ears as he pulls you down down down; darkness clouding your vision. Mercy washes over you in the form of Kiyoomi’s mouth pressing firmly against your own. A rush of energy enters your body and suddenly, it’s not all that difficult to breathe anymore. ‘Slowly, breathe slowly…’ a voice smooth and cool as marble echos within your head, “it’ll take a moment to get used to.” Pulling back, you finally get a full look at him. From head to tail tip, he must be twice your height — if not more. Despite the gravity of the situation, you aren’t scared: the effect of his magic still suppressing your survival instincts and logic, everything telling you to get away. A webbed hand finds homage on your lower back, pulling your body flush against his own. The temperature difference is astounding, skin and scales so cold your nipples hardened. His head dipped to your throat, razor sharp teeth grazing along your jugular, tongue smoothing against your racing pulse. “I couldn’t help myself, I had to have you.”

#I blacked out writing this #NOT PROOFING SHIT #🖤.az answers #🖤.moots #🤍.dem #tw monsterfucking #tw ocean #tw kidnapping #tw drowning #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Useless pet peeve rant (cold rings) under cut

Oh my god nothing pisses me off more than the "feels the coolness of his rings on his hand" thing like your body??? Literally warms the metal??? Unless you're outside??? Or stick your hands in the freezer??? The metal is receiving body heat constantly?? And sure?!!! Specific heat is a concept. Metal loses heat quickly, that's true! but,,,,, does metal in constant contact with a heat source get cold? N o ! N o ! It in fact,,,does not!!! I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!!! I just cannot take it!!!! How thick are these rings that they're cold??????? CAN THEY BEND THEIR FINGERS???? PLEASE END THE MADNESS.

#hush virtue #im sorry im sorry #ill get bacl in my lane #i blacked out writing this

[pixellangel]

"boop war" this and "tumblr pvp" that. are we not all bonding? have you not met people you would have never heard of? do you not look at the url of the stranger who booped you and think wow, i just met someone who thought of me, even if its just for a boop, before hitting the boop button on them as well? do you not gain joy from this? even in the heat of battle, our humanity shows itself. we glance into the eyes of an opponent who holds our gaze ever so slightly too long for someone who's supposed to be an unfeeling soldier and we think to ourselves i'll miss you, stranger before we inflict a killing blow. the boops show us we're human

#pixell.txt #boop #boop o meter #boop war #textposts #idk what this post is honestly. i blacked out while writing it and suddenly there's words on my screen /j

[lazylittledragon]

'i'll just do a couple of doodles of mombin™/platonic stobin parents' nevermind, borderline graphic novel

#stranger things #platonic stobin #mombin™ #robin buckley #steve harrington #i blacked out at 2am last night and wrote like 25 pages #i don't write fic so i do this instead and get to call it my job #incredible #i have No excuse to not finish this one bc i'm not at school anymore #there has to be an existing gay club called passionfruit right #cw pregnancy

[zosanbrainrot]

part 2 of Zoro in WCI

01 02

I tried to write something to sum up my thoughts on this, but then it got longer and longer and tbh I'm itching to write a fic set in this AU djjdkf I think I could develop on their inner feelings more than in the comic form

Before posting the first part I didn't realize people had such strong opinions on how this would play out lmaooo

imo, of course Zoro wants to fight Sanji, not with actual intent to harm (they threaten each other on the daily, come on), but because that's how they are together, how they communicate. He respects Luffy's decisions and their goal here, which is to learn what's really going on with Sanji, but he's gonna be pissy about it all he wants. They both have so many intense and conflicted feelings about this and neither has any idea how to resolve them. So they fight.

ofc yall are free to headcanon this interaction any other way you want <333

#hope you can hear the moment Sanji's heart shatters #you're walking the painful path you chose and then even this stupid marimo instead of playing your usual game of threats and violence #instead of making this easier for you he pierces right through your heart with the tiniest confession #I never hated you #but even if he didn't use to #he sure as hell despises every inch of you now #he must he has to #but this is what you chose #it is what you deserve #ANGST #PAIN #wci zoro au #obvi if I were to write it wouldnt write first person this just got out of hand #i love angst can you tell #zosan #i love keeping them in the 'what if maybe no he would never' hell #roronoa “i love you but I will take these feelings with me to the grave” zoro #blackleg “I need you to hate me because I simply don't deserve to be loved” sanji #rorona zoro #black leg sanji #sanji #zoro #my art #whole cake arc #whole cake island #one piece #one piece fanart

[densitywell]

spent like an hour trying to find a post abt the disparity of origin companion's content in bg3 and couldn't so, hey, this fucking sucks

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the fact that the astarion favoritism is baked into the game itself is so darksided oh my god #bc what do you mean wyll has TWO THIRDS THE AMOUNT OF DIALOGUE??? #anyways this thread was also how i found out that astarion is the only one with durge specific scenes #and bc the writer was being forced into crunch and writing for both of them. lol #ETA I know abt Wyll being recast/rewritten and Karlach being added last. the post I linked goes into all of that in detail #as well as linking to another post that goes into even more detail and explains where these numbers came from. #you do not have to tell me. or accuse me of making shit up to make people mad. i know and i'm still mad lol #game design is very complicated yes but there's many ways they could've avoided giving the one black character the least amount of content

[ofthethorned]

. . . ❜ a closed starter for hayal durmaz // @wnterstcrms . . . ❜ located in a hallway near the throne room under the mountain

for every faerie koray took down, there was another ready; claws extended in his direction as if they were going to be the one to end his life, how wrong they were when met with a mouth full of steel. heads rolled— one by one, blood splattered in intricate patterns along the floor; his snarl rattling the stone walls and he had no intention of moving until it was cleared of enemies. rarely did he have to protect all sides, yet koray had to make due until he could regroup with his brothers; who also fought to protect their grim future. his movements were beginning to slow, despite how formidable they appeared when he swung his sword and for the first time, the illyrian prayed to the mother in hopes she’d guarantee their victory. 

no one would’ve saw them coming, not even koray— his attention was fixed on a creature in front of him, who dodged each assault he hurled their way with pristine footwork. the shuffle of newcomers came from behind him, fully expecting an enemy to overtake his flank but it was the newfound scent of blood that made him stiffen; given it wasn’t his own. who? the confusion halted his attack only slightly until his sword rose to block the dagger aimed for his throat, his free hand— now a fist flew towards their jaw, catching them off guard. the fae lost their balance, colliding head first into the wall with a loud crack; no doubt the impact would finish them off as he whirled around, coming to face none other than hayal. the attacker at his back now laid upon the floor in a shallow pool of their own blood, clearly taken down by the emissary before they had the chance to stab him between the shoulder blades. “— that’s one stupid way to gain my trust,”

#— ❛❛ // KORAY AKSAKAL : THREADS. #w. hayal durmaz. #violence tw #weapons tw #blood tw #injury tw #ill be honest #i blacked out writing this #big apologies n smooch if it makes no sense

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

#spilled ink #warm up #can you tell what i'm mad about today specifically #i will say that there are a LOT of things that go into this. like a lot. this is ungendered and unspecific for a reason #it isn't just sexism. it's also racism. and ableism. and honestly classism. #and before a healthcare professional reads this as a personal attack: i understand ur burnt out #we are ALSO burnt out. your situation is also dire. this is not an attack on you. #this is a commentary on the incredible amounts of bigotry that lie at the heart of capitalism #where people have to pay money out of pocket to be told to fuck off. #your job is important. so is our humanity. and if you cannot accept that people are fucking mad as hell #at the industry - you are probably not listening . #anyway at some point im gonna write a piece about sexism specifically in medical shit #but i don't want terfs clowning in it bc they can't understand nuance #> it is true that ppl w/a uterus are more likely to experience medical malpractice & dismissal globally #> it is also true that trans people experience an equally fucked up and bad time in the medical field #> great news! the medical industrial complex is an equal opportunity life ruiner :) #(if you find it necessary to go into a debate about biology while discussing medical malpractice #i want to warn you that you're misunderstanding the issue. because guess what. #cis MEN might experience this. particularly black men. particularly disabled men. #so YES having a uterus can lead to more trouble for you. but this happens a LOT. #instead of fighting those ALSO experiencing your pain.... try working WITH them. #which btw. is like. actual feminism.)

[ceilidho]

ghost asking price to fuck you because price was older and had more experience. wanted price to show him how to make you feel the best, what to do. :3

and now. i am going. to shriek. slight twist on this because I don't necessarily envision a threesome here, but I think Ghost would enjoy Price taking a look at you and guiding him.

Ghost bringing you to Price for his approval and then locking the door behind the two of you when you step into his office. Then leaning down to whisper into your ear that Price is a good man, that there's no one Ghost trusts more than him, that he trusts him with his life, every single day, without question.

He sits you on his lap and spreads your legs over his, flipping your skirt up and just nudging your panties to the side. You let him even though you can't help the way you grip Ghost's legs, nails digging deep into his thighs, even through the material of his pants.

You had a mind to bolt, to freak out. To yell at Ghost that you're not some plaything and stomp out of the room. But it doesn't come out. You sit there, lost for words and breathing in too little oxygen, quick little hitches that betray your anxiety.

Price leans against the desk to watch the two of you, eyes calm in spite of the show being put on for him. Like this happens every day.

You think Ghost's been with women before so you almost wonder if they've done this before, but somehow it feels different. It feels reverent. You feel it more so when you peek over your shoulder and catch Ghost staring up at his captain's face, eyes intense. Searching for his approval. Looking at him like he's brought something home and needs to be reassured that he did good.

"She lets me put it in twice a day," he says, matter of factly more than a boast. The lightning zap of shameful pleasure nearly bowls you over, but he keeps you pressed to him, back to chest. Holds you steady in place. Anticipates how much of a shock his words would come to you.

"You make her come every time?" Price asks, voice gravelly and you hate, hate, hate that it makes you clench up. It shouldn't. He's your boyfriend's boss, his captain - a man you've (up to now) looked at with nothing but respect and cool distance. His voice shouldn't make you wet.

You jolt when Ghost's rough fingers pass over your clit. "Every time. Sometimes more."

"Good lad."

You choke on a whimper when Ghost's hips bump up into you, hard cock pressing against your ass. The grunt that spills out of him is visceral, barbed like wire. Like Price's words affect him just as much as you.

#i literally blacked out and woke up to this sorry #ceil writing #cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #cod simon riley #ghost/reader #ghost cod #captain john price

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl found dead in a hidden room.

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan xichen #jin guangyao #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #qin su #EDIT: Tumblr published an earlier draft with only half the notes I wrote so: late entry on my JGY thoughts. #Unlike the mystic powers of the stockmarket (what the OG meme is referring to) I think this situation calls for more active investigation. #qin su is such a deeply tragic character to me and I really wish we got a bit more from her. #Love everyone who sent me messages about her after the last time she appeared. #I think she needs a spin off of her being a transmigrator SO badly. #MDZS has so many interesting characters - but it sometimes fails to give them the proper room to really develop past a role in the plot. #That's just the consequence of writing a story like MDZS. Not every character in a book *needs* to have a rich inner life and backstory! #To do so would bog down the story and obliterate any notion of pacing. It's just not possible. #Jin Guangyao (nee Meng Yao) is unfortunately not free from this leeway rule. He is the culprit of this murder mystery plot #and thus NEEDS to encapsulate the themes of the book. And personally he's a 7 out of 10 at best on this front (in the AD). #MDZS is about rumours twisting reality and working towards truth. And about how people & situations are rarely ever black & white #JGY has his motivations. He's well written in regards to his actions making sense for his character. #What started as good traits (drive to succeed & improve his image) became twisted over time (do anything to maintain his image) #and it's a good parallel to WWX! He has the same arc (with different traits)! Bonus points for IGY in that regard. #but man....by the time we confront this guy for murder there's not a lot of grey morality. He's just...deep in the hole *he* dug. #There's a beautiful tragedy to it! More on JGY in later comics - this is getting pretty long already!

[canisalbus]

hello! i've written a short little machete fic, and i wanted to share it with you as thanks for all the incredible art and generous question-answering you've been doing these last few months. i hope that if you give it a look, you enjoy it. <3 keep up all your amazing work! archiveofourown [.] org / works / 50945128

✦ A Voi ✦

#wake up honey new fic dropped #feeling blessed #eating this out of your hands like a baby deer #it's so good you guys treat my lads so well #and write so beautifully and vividly and eloquently #I rambled about this in length in the fic's comment section so I won't repeat myself too much here #but in this one Machete has a little breakdown and gets lovingly bathed like the sad and stunned dog he is #really captured his neuroticism and endless uneasiness #excellent Vittorio content augh I adore him #I'll definitely come back to this later and draw proper actual fanart because some of the scenes are so thematically and visually strong #I need to be able to see them with my actual eyes #dangit I forgot the cut on his lip #had a minor crisis over the color of Machete's robe but maybe it'd be white like the rest of his sleepwear #as a contrast to the usual blacks and reds #fic A Voi #doomcountry #own art #own characters #Machete #CanisAlbus #blood #I said this before and I say it again #if you read the thing and like it it would be very kind and appreciated if you left a small comment to doomcountry as a thank you #you don't need an ao3 account and you can do it anonymously

[poetskings]

@jegulus-microfic | April 18: sock | 1.6k

James is sexiled and decides to spend time with Regulus.

There’s a sock on the door knob.

It’s been a long day and James is tired and there’s a fucking sock on the door knob and if he listens close enough he can hear soft grunts.

He’s happy for Sirius and Remus, really, he is, he just wishes that they’d fuck at Remus’ every now and then, and at least keep it to the bedroom.

Sirius and James share a college flat with Peter, Marlene and Lily, so there aren’t many options when they’re all out. Today,  James knows that Peter and Lily have chess club, and Marlene’s training for the women’s boat race, so it’s only him who’d be around.

He sighs and turns around, sending Regulus a text as he goes.

Been sexiled – your dorm free?

He’s walking before he’s received a response – he’s almost positive that the answer will be ‘yes’, and he hasn’t seen Regulus in a week, so they’re long overdue a catch up.

Their friendship was one of the more unexpected things to come out of Regulus bucking centuries of Black tradition and instead following in his brother’s footsteps, choosing Cambridge over Oxford. He settled in nicely to Corpus Christi, flying through his first few years as a history undergraduate while Sirius and James chose Trinity instead.

It took a while but slowly and tentatively Sirius and Regulus attempted to heal their relationship, strained by Regulus’ years at Harrow after Sirius packed up and left when he was sixteen, dropping out and enrolling at a local state school instead. They’re much better now; their barbs at each other aren’t quite as jagged. There’s love there, now, rather than just animosity.

As Regulus and Sirius attempted to mend their relationship, James and Remus had been called in early on to mediate, or sometimes it was Regulus’ friends, Evan and Barty, or even Pandora. From those early tentative meetings in neutral territory, new and interesting friendships bloomed, most of all between Regulus and James.

From early study sessions, it evolved into coffee dates and library outings, and when Remus and Sirius sorted their shit out it became even more frequent – the pair never make James feel like a third wheel, but nonetheless they deserve time to themselves, even if James would prefer for them not to fuck on every and any available surface in their dorm.

Regulus is a comforting presence for James; he doesn’t demand anything of him. James is naturally an extrovert; always the centre of a room, but sometimes he needs to recharge, and Regulus lets him do that. He reminds James of calm waters on a spring day, and whenever James needs to quiet his mind, he finds the youngest Black. He only hopes he offers Regulus some of the same comfort in return.

That, and maybe something more. Maybe he hopes that one day there’s a sock on his door knob, and that the reason is Regulus..

James is drawn out of his thoughts as his phone dings.

Sure – text me when you’re here, will come meet you

It’s a five-minute walk but James makes it there in two, calling Regulus to get him to buzz him in. He’s a familiar figure amongst the second years at Corpus, and he’s pretty sure a few of them will have also texted the youngest Black to alert him to James’ presence.

The college door opens and Regulus emerges, dressed in sweatpants and a Trinity rowing sweatshirt that James left last time he was over. He’s so lovely, James thinks, an impulse he doesn’t know how to control; isn’t sure he wants to control it.

“Sexiled, huh?” Regulus holds the door open as James steps through, falling into step with each other and walking up a flight of stairs to reach Regulus’ dorm. It’s empty, although that isn’t uncommon for Regulus. Barty and Evan hold unsociable hours, and Regulus, Pandora and Dorcas have a frankly insane amount of extracurriculars to attend, so they’re rarely together.

“There was a sock on the front door and I’m pretty sure I could hear noises so I didn’t want to risk it,” James says, settling himself in the kitchen, finding Regulus’ mug and a new one with a deer in glasses; a ‘congratulations’ for James’ performance in the inter-college boat races that’s become a permanent fixture in Regulus’ dorm.

He locates the teabags; Yorkshire for James, organic for Regulus, before turning back to the mugs.

“I don’t blame you – those two seem to spend more time fucking than not – it’s a minor miracle they get any work done,” Regulus chuckles, gently bumping James’ hip to get to the fridge, taking out his oat milk and James’ rice milk.

They settle into the routine like it’s second nature; they’re familiar with each other in a way that’s almost intimate. They stand together waiting for the kettle to boil, perhaps a bit too close for it to be entirely platonic, but James isn’t going to move away if Regulus doesn’t.

He always feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something more than what they are, something better, but for all of James’ bravery, he isn’t sure how to make the next move, and he doesn’t want to wreck this peace that Regulus and his brother have been working so hard on.

“So, how was your day?” Regulus asks, tilting his head to better look at James. He looks unbelievably soft in James’ jumper and James thinks that if he just moves his pinkie he can link it with Regulus’.

“Exhausting. I had rowing first thing and a few readings to do for my supervision that I’d completely missed,” James sighs. He loves his degree but he’s never been as organised as Regulus, who seems to have work done almost before it’s set. “Also, I spent a solid ten minutes looking for that jumper.”

A light blush creeps up Regulus’ cheeks at that. “Sorry, you left it here after practice last week so I washed it but completely forgot to text you.”

A smile falls across James’ face. “You’re fine, Reg, and besides, it suits you. I guess I should get myself a Corpus one to match, huh?” He smirks as the red of Regulus’ cheeks becomes more pronounced.

The kettle whistles and Regulus turns away from James to fill their cups. “James Potter, behave yourself.” He hip checks James again, this time with a bit more force. Except he doesn’t move back. He stays there, leaning against James, and James feels like his entire body’s a livewire.

The tightrope they’re walking is getting more taut, and James finds himself eager for the fall.

“But Regulus, dearest, where’s the fun in that?” He leans forward, entirely too close for it to be platonic, and Regulus is turning, turning-

“Ow! Fuck!” James forgot about the fact that Regulus was holding a kettle of boiling water, and he’s paying for that now. Water splashes over the counter as Regulus rushes to put the kettle down, taking James’ hand and leading him over to the tap.

He turns the cold water tap on, letting it flow over their entwined hands. He is too still, too silent, and James wants to go back to where they were. He wants the tightrope back. He wants to fall.

He can be brave, he thinks, if it means he gets to have something with Regulus.

Regulus is staring intently at their entwined hands, like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe, and James breaks the silence.

“Reg-”

“What are we doing, James? We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for weeks and it’s driving me insane and I want to be around you all the time and I think I’m already half in love with you so I’d love if you can clear up what this is,” he states, false bravado injected into his tone, but James can hear the tremors. He’s so nervous, but so brave. Regulus Black, the Lion Heart.

It takes a while for the words to register in James’ head.

Oh.

Oh.

James removes his hand from the running water, ignoring the slight sting and the inevitable burn that will be left. He cups Regulus’ cheek, forcing the younger boy to look at him. Regulus is terrified, but so hopeful.

“Reg, I- I want-” James runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He can’t get his words out.

“Jamie?” Regulus’ voice is so soft, as though he’s worried he’ll scare James off, and the only thing James can do is kiss him.

Regulus’ lips are rough, a bit chapped from where he nibbles on them when he’s nervous. He tastes of tea and cinnamon and James wants to devour him. There is nothing soft about it. James’ tongue darts out, soothing Regulus’ lips, and the younger boy lets out a moan that’s pure filth and ecstasy and James is falling, falling, fallen.

He wants to do this forever.

His hands find their way to Regulus’ waist, tracing the skin underneath the Trinity sweater that’s been driving James insane since he first saw Regulus wearing it. It’s his, it’s him.

They break apart to breathe and James attaches his lips to Regulus’ neck, marking, claiming. He can’t think beyond this moment, beyond the boy in front of him.

“Jamie, we should- we need to-” he cuts himself off, broken sighs escaping his lips as he tangles his hands in James’ hair.

James reluctantly removes himself from Regulus’ neck, taking the boy’s face in his hands. “Do you want this, Reg? Do you want me?”

Regulus’ eyes trace James’ face, and whatever he sees softens him.

“Always, Jamie.” And James is lost.

They’ll talk about it later, as the sunlight paints the walls of Regulus’ room, but this is enough for now. For ever.

And if Barty finds a sock on the door knob when he comes back from the library, well, that’s between him and Regulus.

#jegulus #regulus black #James potter #starchaser #marauders #marauders era #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #dead gay wizards #si writes #will I ever figure out how to write a microfic that's actually micro? doubtful.