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blog-on-a-log · 2 years
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like a small cup full of juice
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faeymouse · 2 months
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That cursed cat Alastor thing going around is too good, it has me posting messy meme pseudoWIPs like I’m not a chronic perfectionist
Anyway, I’m desperate to know if cursed cat Alastor still owns Husk’s soul and if so, how he holds his cane? A close second was gonna be the microphone dangling from around his neck like a cowbell, but readable silhouettes won out
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thhecaptainschair · 3 months
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My Roman Empire: Sally dropping a match in an old milkshake knowing Poseidon would walk through that door in 0.7 seconds
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qiinamii · 9 months
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"Xiao does things" (and friends) twitter log part 2
-- UPDATE: removed some of the arts to make its own individual post since I am bad at organizing, sorry! (but the last one is new lol) xD
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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months
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╰﹒ price's wife = the wife of 141
warnings/content: 18+! 141 x fem!reader. dubcon: sex under the influence of alcohol, unprotected sex, blowjobs, anal, mentions of cum and spit, male masturbation ??? just... everything, really. buckle up, besties. mdni!
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being price's cute little tradwife would mean that he'd share you with the rest of 141, too. it wasn't his plan at first: he had never thought of it until he had seen the way that they had all looked at you. 
gazes lingering on your frame for just a while too long. tongues wetting their lips as they towered over you, grinning as you laughed, soft and sweet, at something they'd said. your eyes sparkling, your glossed lips tugging into one of those smiles that filled the pit of price's stomach with butterflies each time he saw it on your features.
you knew how to make everyone around you feel special, no matter if you meant to do it or not. and slowly but surely, they all had begun to ask about you: about whether or not you'd be joining them for drinks that evening. about your plans for price's vacation. 
"takin' our lass somewhere warm?" johnny grinned, wetting his lips. "send us boys a postcard or a picture of our bonnie layin' on the beach, will ye?"
where price had expected to feel a touch of jealousy, he instead found himself feeling something so much deeper. excitement; burn at the thought of them enjoying you just as much as he did.
you were good, and sweet, and kind.
your love was endless and unconditional: the type of love that healed wounds one didn't know they had in the first place. your lips soft, your eyes twinkling, your touch nothing short of damn heaven: a woman like you made to be loved by so much more than just a single man. 
so why not four?
and after months of watching their need for you grow day by day, price gave in.
inviting you to dance with the boys in your living room. grinning, as he encouraged ghost to draw you into his lap: to let his fingers play with yours as you drank yourself silly, your husband handing you a new glass each time you downed the previous one.
price humming with warm agreement, as gaz pulled you to him and let his lips ghost a kiss on your forehead. so soft and gentle, careful to not scare you off. 
though his permission for them to touch you had not been explicit, they'd all known: had seen it in the way that he had looked at you and them, brow raised in his amusement.
help yourself to her, lads.
and so, they did. 
you were so drunk that your words were slightly slurring: eyes twinkling as the three men were suddenly all over you. his little wife so confused, yet so happy—you always were when you were drunk. so gullible, so easy to influence.
the drunken words of encouragement from their lips tangled together: their hands suddenly all over you, nearly impossible to keep track of.
it was ghost who called you our darlin', wasn't it?
soap who promised to be so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt their little lass. wanting to make sure that you could take it all.
gaz whose hands were kneading your hips, as his lips brushed against your earlobe. 'gonna fuck you so good, love.'
your gaze searched for that of price, yet all he did was raise an amused brow with a cigar hanging from his lips. lounging on the couch of your living room, cock pressing against the soft material of his pants.
be good, his eyes told you. make your husband proud, bunny.
and so you did. working so damn hard on your knees: the three greedy men taking their time with you as they fucked your throat in turns, grinning as they watched your mascara run down your pretty little cheeks. price's little wife exhausted yet glowing: eyes looking up at them as they slapped their cocks against your cheeks and watched you suck and lick on their balls, drops of precum messing up your pretty hair. 
so fucking good for them, weren't you?
price's good little wife. 
their sweet little slut.
though your thoughts were clouded from the alcohol rushing through your system, your body responded in all the ways that you knew made price proud of you. your thighs glimmering with your arousal, your lips parting in the warmest and softest of moans and gasps, as their hands palmed your throbbing cunt and tore off your panties and dress.
so greedy in the way that they forced your breasts on full display. mouths and hands attacking your sensitive nipples: low, rumbling laughs making you clench your thighs together, as you struggled to stay standing from the way that they were passing you between the three.
faster than you understood, you found yourself perched up on the coffee table. on your hands and knees, eyes aligned with those of price, as his hand moved to your lips.
"spit, sweetheart."
you did: your brows furrowing as price used your spit as lubricant, his hand moving to his cock as he laid back on the couch and touched himself.
touched himself to the sight of his squad mates going to fucking town with you. a cock—whose, you did not know nor did it matter—sliding into your drenched cunt, merciless in the way that it stretched you wide and open with a single snap of his hips. another one at your mouth, pressing against it: sliding in, impatient, as soon as you parted your lips. burying itself deep down your throat.
"keep your eyes open, bunny," price groaned, voice touched with dark amusement. "the boys wanna see you when they fuck you, don't they? wanna see what a damn good woman they've got."
the tip of johnny's cock pressed against your second hole, and your eyes widened from the realization. 
"it's not her first time," price chuckled, eyes never leaving yours. "she's never taken one in each hole, but she can handle it. can't you, love?"
your brows knitting, you nodded your head. no use in trying to talk with gaz's cock pushing deeper down your throat—his fingers tangling in your hair, as johnny pushed in. 
inch by inch as you focused on your breathing: your eyes locked with those of your husband. and you managed. of course you managed. you were price's good little wife, and his good little wife was made for taking three cocks simultaneously.
was made for pleasuring his friends, now fucking losing it on you. fucking into you as you moaned and mewled: as you came again and again, shaking and sobbing around them. covered in your own arousal and their cum, their spit, and your tears of sheer overwhelming pleasure.
and as they were finally done, it was clear to all five of you.
by then, you were no longer the wife of captain john price.
you were the sweet little wife of the entire 141.
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masterlist | requests are open 💌
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skymantle · 1 year
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you ever think about how in portal 2, and only in the single player campaign, the light bridges will start playing cara mia addio if the player lingers long enough. how the companion cube in chamber 7, when crouching, plays a remix of cara mia titled love as a construct? how the facility herself is brimming with a repressed, subconscious love she refuses to acknowledge and accept until the very end, when saying goodbye? do you ever think about it.
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musingaro · 4 months
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i love you aroallos. i love you cishet aros. i love you non-sam aros. i love you aros that society deems ‘not queer enough,’ you existing is enough.
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mabbbish · 11 months
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wonderful day to remember ninjago has a canon highschool au
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blog-on-a-log · 3 months
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HELLO URIEL
its been so long i really need to stop disappearing off the face of tumblr-
guess whos currently finally watching the first episode of trigun stampede
technically rewatching, bc i watched the first episode at some point last year, but i dont remember anything that happened so-
i hope youre well!! exams r starting for me, got my french oral tomorrow 😭
YES!!! TRIGUN!!! RAHHHHH good luck on watching ;) perhaps get some tissues...
i think i answered this a few days late, so how did your french exam go?
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frogseasons · 1 month
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category 5 yurricane incoming
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jvlianbashir · 1 month
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chilchuck tims / "the man"
(flash warning) everyone was having fun making amvs of this guy and i wanted in.
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chamoemileclown · 4 months
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saint felps save us
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retquits · 2 months
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SURPRISE!!! my secret sebastian cosplay for the concert today! 🐸💜
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listen dracula is my favourite gothic novel for many MANY reasons, but the winner has to be the literal ghost ship with a desperate dead man tied to the wheel in eternal prayer
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minzbins · 25 days
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LEE KNOW RACHA LOG, EP.10
+ rawr :3
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royalarchivist · 27 days
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Fit: Like I said, I still can't believe Ramon... Ramon is a year old already. Who would've thought that a Minecraft Egg would change my life? Crazy to think about, crazy– changed OUR lives. 'Cuz it's not my Egg, it's OUR Egg. It's not my Egg, it's our Egg. It's our Egg. Our son [Laughs] That's right, he's a whole year old!
Fit: "Is this your way of shoving child support on us?" I mean... Look, I'm just going out to get cigarettes, that's all. I'll be- I promise, I'll be right back, I'm just going out to get cigarettes.
Fit: No don't worry, I'm not gonna pull a Spreen. I'm not gonna– I'm not gonna leave Ramon. Don't worry.
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