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4imhry · 1 day

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plush thighs <3

your thighs. your plush thighs are turning him on. so bad. you can be wearing shorts, trousers, pyjama pants or hardly anything and he will still get turned on by them. but right now, you were wearing a tight, thin yoga shorts. it wasn’t helping his hormones at all. you were sleeping with your back facing him, ass pressing so close to his raging hard on. his pre cum were literally oozing from his boxers.

“ugh..look what you do to me princess.” he said as he softly squish your ass.

toji can’t help but kept thinking of how pathetic he was from his cock erected by seeing your plushy thighs alone. he grunted softly as he palm himself through his grey pants. fuck. he needed you. wanted that sweet tight cunt of yours sucking his whole big cock as he kept kissing your cervix with his fat tip, wanted to wake you up with his cum gushing out of your pussy. (but he actually doesn’t want to)

he moaned as he immediately took off his pants, instantly rutting between your ass like an animal in heat. his huge hands found it’s place on your waist as he rut himself between your ass, the tip rubbing your clit as well. his speed was painfully slow for him because he didn’t want to wake you up from your deep slumber. his long cock was enough to reach the front of your cunt.

the tip of his cock often making contact with your drenching folds—mixed with his pre cum was torture for a lad named, toji. frequent chants of your name as he keep going, and going as his pre cum dripping from his thick veiny cock smeared all over the front of your tight yoga pants.

“so.fucking.hot.” he said as keep rolling his body against yours.

his movements slightly halted when you shifted in your sleep, clenching your thighs together unconsciously which applies more pressure to his cock. your murmured something incoherent but he shrugged it off, his two big palms slightly tighten its grip on your hips as he kept sliding, and rubbing his cock against your drenched cunt. “mmh haaah–fuck.”

he kept humping, humping and humping desperately to reach his orgasm. the thought of using you while you’re sleeping and the feeling of his swollen tip often rubbing against your soaking clit–the tip occasionally got inside your cunt slightly made him want to cum so bad. “o-ohh..y-yes haaaah.”

“want to c-cum.” he heaved as he keep rutting against you like a rabbit in heat. the sound of his groans and small whines filled the room while he sinfully rut his cock between your thighs.

“toji..” you lowly moaned when his movement accelerated, waking you up in process.

“baby, i-im sorry—haaah..ngh.” his thrusts becomes sloppy, the veins aligning his cock became even more prominent and his pinkish tip was on the edge of exploding anytime soon. he pulled you even closer to his body, your back pressed flush against his chest as he kept humping you. toji was intoxicated. too intoxicated with you to not have any sexual intercourse every time he saw those damn plushy thighs that drove him insane.

loud moans of his name erupted from your lips, increasing his ego knowing he made you feel good.

“does that feels good, baby?” his voice were hoarse and husky, adding even more fuel to the aching feeling in your cunt. his other hand sneaked to your breasts, squishing and fondle with your nipples while the other hand kept a tight grip on your hip, his hips now sensually humping your thighs in a godly speed which caused your to roll your eye due to the immense pleasure he gave you.

“t-toji! mmph...” his swollen cockhead was rubbing against your cunt–your arousal seeping out from your yoga pants. he went ballistic on you as soon as he realised you’re completely awake. he ended up cumming a few minutes after, thick rope of cums smearing the bedsheet. though he got hard again when you sensually grind yourself on him, feeling extremely horny because your man just can’t take his eyes–hands off of you.

oh boy, you were in for a longggggggg ride.

#fushiguro toji #jujutsu toji #toji smut #toji x reader #jjk toji #dilf toji #fushiguro toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji imagine #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji headcanons

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posallys · 2 months

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Also yelling bc in treasure island it says that flint drank himself to death in Savannah except the entire ending of black sails emphasizes stories and how you can never know what is true or what is untrue even if you were there to see it and so we as viewers only know what we are told--we never see silver kill flint, we never know if he retired, we dont know where he went, we learn about flint reuniting with thomas through a story silver tells, we learn that he drank himself to death because the words on a page tell us so and in the end you cant even find comfort in the ending treasure island gives flint because there is perhaps one man that knows the truth of it all except the truth has been warped and marred by time until it is completely unrecognizable even to himself and we're left with the ghosts of stories that are littered with truths but filled to the brim with lies and uncertainty and so maybe flint still haunts skeleton island or maybe flint haunts the sea or maybe flint haunts Savannah or maybe flint haunts silver or maybe the reality of it is that flint haunts everything because no matter which story you chose to believe and take as the truth they're all stories and in each and every one of them flint is a man that met his end by the hand of john silver

#IM ACTUALLY INCOHERENT RIGHT NOW SO SORRY #IM AWARE WERE ALL ON THIS PAGE ALREADY HOWEVER I WATCHED THE FINALE LAST NIGHT AND IM NOT DOING WELL #black sails

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chuckyray · 8 months

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Tagged by @twoheadedsam to put the first 10 songs on my on repeat playlist! thank you for tagging me 🫶

Bug Like An Angel - Mitski

Dream Brother - Jeff Buckley

I Must Increase My Bust - Lords of Acid

My Addiction - Skold

Paint The Town Red - Doja Cat

Still Is Still Moving To Me - Willie Nelson

I Sit On Acid (Remix) - Lords Of Acid

All Wound Up - She Wants Revenge

Invisible Hand - Crosses

Mommy Complex - Peaches

tagging @otisbdriftwood @beastaboveman @rivetgoth @vampvelour @dronemetal @halo--hall @pisswater-deadgirl @klahaist and anyone else feel free to do it if you'd like you can say I tagged you 💥

#my on repeat right now is super scrambled and incoherent cause not many artists i like are releasing new music atm #tag games #also mutuals if i missed you im sorry im so bad at remembering who i am and am not mutuals with because im a mobile user 😰#and i dont wanna embarrass myself and tag someone who doesn't even actually follow me 🫶

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nordicbananas · 1 month

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alright goodnight everyone!! this post will be t he person of the day too

person of the day is everyone I talked to today. if u spoke with me I love you dearly. thank you for talkign to me :) and also vi especially for being sweet (as usual <3)

yayayay I'm very glad I got my new pinned. I like it a lot!! and I hope to actually utilize my tagging system.

oli please consider going to bed soon. it's late. early. both at the same time. go to bed <3333

ummmm yea. OH I get to do nothing tomorrow ehrehrhrh....

#expect rather me going wild or silence #except for interactions.#no matter how inactive I am I will respond to asks and non-tag game tags don't worry guys #even if it's me going 'IM SORRY I GOT UR ASK I LVEO YOU BUT I HAVENT ANSWERED IT YET DJFSERYEHR'#wait I still love tag games just usually I dont do them. idk why. but.#tag me in whatever you want I would actually implode #idk what I'm saying I've finally reached internal incoherence #DID I JSUT SPELL THAT RIGHT FIRST TRY OMG #I mean.. I did get fourth place in my uhhh elementary school spelling bee....#I lost with 'disinfectant'.#but the good thing is that I can always spell disinfectant now #disinfect the ant. the ant likes i's.#I said that so many times to myself while trying to memorize how to spell disinfectant omg #I will forget my own name before I forget D I S I N F E C T A N T #I can rattle those letters off like skittles talking about the fun facts they've learned you don't understand #I should go to bed.#GOODNIGHT <33 #--flower's bloom #TUMBLR PLEASE WHEN WILL YOU AUTO FILL THAT TAG. PLEASE. PLEASE. SOB

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arsenicflame · 1 year

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ok because i am SIMPLY INSUFFERABLE here i go rambling about boning channels on the corset

this is going to be a QUICK and EASY project so i am hoping to work with supplies i have on hand. i also want this to be durable, so i dont wanna fuck around with any delicate fabrics (relevant later)

theres basically two routes i can do with the boning channels- a flat felled seam or adding a casing. im planning on working my boning channels from the outside of the corset, so anything i do will be visible (though not really as this is a foundation garment, not a fashion layer)

flat felled seams are super common, its the seam up the center of your jeans- the nicest thing about this methos for me is that it requires no additional fabric, its just worked with your seam allowance (though that also means i need to remember to add enough seam allowance) its simple, it looks neat, and i could do contrast top stitching to add a little detail if im feeling fancy.

casings would be made up of an extra strip of fabric sewn over the seam to create the channel. its a great way to quickly make a design by using a contrast colour but im not sure thats on the cards here- it needs to be a strong fabric, which would rules bias binding or my fashion fabric out, and i have a whole roll of black twill tape anyway. like with the felled i could do contrast stitching for a show though. this is the exact opposite of the felled, i would need additional fabric, but i wouldn't need to remember to add appropriate seam allowance (which is great when working with expensive fabrics like coutil). in my head i feel like this method would require more thinking in getting it lined up but it shouldn't be particularly hard. i did this method before on a corset i wear all the time and its held up great so i know itd work. my twill tape is 25mm wide so itd be perfect to double bone if i go that way

the difference between these two methods is most aesthetic, they should both hold the boning just fine, they both could be single or double boned, and i dont think theres gonna be a huge time difference between them. honestly they have a preeeeetty similar look too so like??? idk. i think it probably will come down to what i can be bothered with. the casing sounds easier in theory, but also ive done so many felled seams they should be pretty mindless to do. hm

oh alSO im not sure what im doing about binding... i dont wanna use my precious precious coutil for binding.. but i dont have black on hand i dont think? i dont think the twill tape will really work, it really needs to have all the give it can for this. so i think my options are see if i have some OTHER black fabric i can make bias binding out of... or suck it up and buy a reel of premade- i expect ill use it, everything i own is black sooo

(now that bit could totally be contrast if i wanted it to be to be fair- the only reason not to is that whole reels are way cheaper than little packs, but i wouldn't use a whole reel of anything other than black???? or would i i mean. i might need green binding for the rest of loki... hm)

#this is about the only coherent thoughts im having right now (especially about this project)#the rest is just me humming and waving my hands and going yknow?#i love!!! making corsets!!! they're so fun and technical and just mmmmmmm so fun #this is so ridiculously long and for what #it took me way too long to write this bc i am simply. vibing #to even figure out what the actual differences there are .idk dude its vibes im vibing i am in the zone #nyxtalks #nyx sews #gang i am so sorry <3 #honestly theres proly no point in reading this i am making no points and verging on incoherence

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joszns · 6 months

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caught red handed ✭

perv!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: ellie’s a lil perv, panty sniffing, mild degradation, masturbation, fingering, 18+, men and minors DNI. I think that’s all!

“oh fuck, fuck, right there!” you whimpered, ellie’s strap pounding into you. she grunted, a bead of sweat dropping onto your arched back.

she grabbed your hips as a way to steady herself, obsessed with the way your ass bounced with every deep thrust.

“im gonna cum, ellie, m-gonna!!” incoherent babbles and sobs left your throat as you neared your peak.

“ellie…ellie…ellie…ELLIE!”

she groaned, rolling onto her side.

you leaned against her doorframe, sweatpants resting low on your hips, crop top cut high. how she wished she could actually touch you underneath those clothes, but all she could do was just be a fucking peeping tom.

“what do you want?” ellie replied lazily, clenching her thighs together. she felt her arousal, silently cursing you for interrupting her dream.

and for just waking her up in general. she values sleep very much.

“im about to go grocery shopping. do you want me to get you anything??” you asked.

“just like…some popcorn…can I text you this later?” ellie asked, rolling back over and snuggling into the covers. she heard you sigh, peeking out from behind them to make sure you had gone. when she heard the door slam, she was safe.

she quickly got up and went into your room, sifting through your laundry until she found a pair of panties. ellie held the slightly damp fabric to her nose, whimpering at the scent of you. she felt more heat pool between her legs, her clit throbbing against her boxers.

ellie returned to her room, shutting the door behind her and shoving her hand into her boxers. she whined, her sopping cunt finally getting the attention it deserved. she inhaled deeply, breathing in and memorizing how you smelled.

“fuck…”

her fingers circled her clit, knees buckling as she slid down the door. she opened her mouth, allowing your panties to fall on her tongue. ellie moaned, fully soaking through the panties with her saliva. her mind began to wander, picturing you twitching and trembling on her tongue as she would eat you out.

how she wished she could.

she was so jealous of every girl you brought home, wishing she was the one making you moan and cry out in pleasure.

ellie scrambled up and went towards her bed, covering herself before continuing to assault her clit.

“ellie, you never texted me what you wanted so you get your own shit or use what I got!” you shouted, placing the grocery bags on the counter.

oh fuck.

“ellie! where are you?” you called out, walking down the hallway and stopping at her door.

she whined, desperately trying to make herself finish before you came in.

“what are you doing…” you opened her door to see ellie quickly hiding something, her hair messy and face flushed.

“sorry i was…working out.” she lied.

“in your bed, under the covers?”

“yeah. not weird at all.”

you looked at her quizzically, stepping further into the room,

“i see some boxers on the floor, are you lying to me, williams?” you asked, approaching her bed.

ellie’s heart raced.

“um..” she stammered.

“were you jacking off?” you pressed on, running a nail down her exposed collarbones.

“i-maybe…” ellie practically whimpered, her clit throbbing beneath the covers.

“yeah? i hope you know, ellie, i can see my panties back there.”

she flushed red, your observation making her even more aroused.

god, she was fucking nasty.

“did i interrupt you before you finished? poor thing…” you whispered into her ear, ghosting your fingers over her tank top covered breasts. her bare nipples ticled your palm as you traced circles into the fabric.

ellie breathed heavily in response.

“such a pervert…” you teased, now massaging her breasts with your whole hand.

“‘s true..” she whimpered, clenching her thighs together. “im fuckin’ nasty, baby.”

you leaned closer to her face, noses brushing against eachother.

“ive noticed how you watch me undress sometimes,” you continued, sliding your hand under the covers and lightly tracing your finger over her sopping cunt. “why do you think i always start groping myself huh? why i put on a show whenever my girls come over?”

she felt like she was gonna explode. her eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes, struggling to focus as your slowly teased her.

“please…” ellie moaned softly, pushing her hips into your palm.

“please what? want me to give in to your fantasies, ellie?” you said, leaning even closer.

she pushed her hips into your palm again, moaning at the contact. you closed the space between you two, firmly pressing your lips onto hers. you applied pressure to her clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud. ellie moaned into the kiss, gripping the covers until her knuckles still white as she tried to process what was happening.

you pushed your other hand up her shirt, groping ellies tits. she grabbed your waist, aggressively feeling you up like her life depended on it. she was going absolutely insane. you pulled away from her, watching your fingers work into ellies cunt while she moaned and trembled.

“why don’t you shut up and put my panties back in your mouth huh?” you said as ellie cried out.

goddamn.

this might just be the best night of her life.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x you #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader

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python333 · 8 months

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im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—”

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece.

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?”

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.”

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.”

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.

It was their stupid accents you hated.

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy?

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up.

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.”

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?”

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.”

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.”

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.”

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.”

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?”

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.”

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.”

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.”

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.

“Mhm,” Ghost hums.

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.”

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].”

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?”

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.”

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—”

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.”

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.”

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.”

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.”

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.”

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort.

“Muppet?”

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.”

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.”

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?”

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—”

“Ghost, don’t start—”

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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grossditz · 7 months

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dummification with jebewon? love ur works btw🫶

hello sweetie ! sorry this took a bit but i hope you enjoy <3

hanbin loves dumbing you down without laying a finger on you! his light touches are enough to make your head spin, already on your knees and listening to his every word. stroking your hair and smiling at you innocently while his intentions were far from that! he treats you like you're dumb :( "showing" you how to open your mouth but really he's forcing it open with his fingers and "showing" you how to make daddy feel good by forcing his big big cock in your mouth and using you :( grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pushing you farther down his cock! its so messy n wet you can only listen to him and let him guide you <3 you feel so stupid already having his creamy milk dripping down your throat and pooling out the sides :( hes so sweet though you can never tell if hes being nice or mean, saying things like, "stupid mutts always take any cock they see." and "my puppy is so pretty getting stuffed full.” or when youre dumbly looking up at him, face all messy he can't help but to force more cum into your mouth going, “stop staring before I cum all over your pathetic face.” T_T u just can never tell with hanbin but you know for sure you can't ever remember a single thing after hes done with you <3

jiwoong is so mean :( making you needy by teasing you all day and then making you do all the work later :( his hands gripped tightly onto your waist, guiding you on his cock going, “baby wanted to be split open all day long and now she can’t even do it herself can she?” hes so condescending n u cant even understand what he means bcs his tip is kissing your cervix so good n your head is cloudy. only thing you can get out is pleas for him to help you T_T but like i said hes so mean asking you “what are you begging for? you already have my cock stuffed in you, what more could you possibly want?” his words is so numbing, voice so deep you choke on whatever words you had gathered up :( calls you a dummy for forgetting so easily just bcs of his cock !!!!!!!!!!!

hao is so <333 never getting over him being a mean dom !!!!! hes just so ruthless. theres no other way to put it! he knows he can make you feel dumb just from his words and pairing that with his cock? hes so mean. slapping you around and going, "what? baby can't talk?" when you're stuttering over your sentences T_T and edging you so bad you genuinely can't force a response out without breaking down and begging for him incoherently! holding onto your hips while the tip of his cock is bullying your womb and telling you to say "you only need him" but everything is already fuzzy so you whimper and hold onto him :( thats never gonna be good enough for haohao so he's pulling his cock out and tapping it against your clit :( you nearly cum just from his heavy cock hitting just the right places! crying and trying to pull him back in but hes waiting for a actual response from you :( going "stupid pup, getting all dumb over a couple of thrusts." im so sorry but he so calls you a bitch sometimes too omg

i can't express enough how much matthew loves getting you soo cock drunk and feeling so stupid to the point you can't even try to comprehend a single thing coming out of his mouth :( only thing u can do is nod and claw at him for more :( and he knows you're out of it bcs your eyes r so watery staring back at him. its not his fault he just cant help pressing you deeper into the bed, going "s' okay baby. close your eyes. matts gonna take care of you." and it doesnt even matter bcs your eyes r already fluttering close and your mouth is wide open, and he loves it bcs he can do anything to you and you couldn't even fight him back :( pressing his tongue against yours and calling you his dumb dumb whore :(

i need to get this out im sorry but taerae probably makes you feel stupid just from his tongue :( he always has your thighs over his shoulders, sucking you all up! tongue fucks you too :( holding your hips down and tonguing at your rim, prodding and dipping in until you're babbling and arching up against him. just the way he sounds so obscene so messy, coating spit at your hole makes you whince. squirming around and whimpering bcs you desperately need more of him and his tongue is so far down your ass its too much but not enough!!!! and to add on he occasionally presses his nose against your clit, knowing it gets you sooo wet you start dripping liquid (im sorry piss again im obsessed) and he doesnt stop, only pulling away when he feels your body go limp and your eyes are all over the place. so mean :( pushing his fat tip at your entrance and going, "all dumb and helpless. can't ask taerae to fuck you can you baby?"

there is no way ricky ever treats you in a mean way unless you provoke him! he loves you too much to do anything other than treat you like a princess <3 and that follows into sex obviously!!! but hes so soft n never letting the night end until his princess cums more than 4 times :( its only normal you go absolutely stupid forgetting everything except his name and the feeling of his mouth, hands or cock. telling you how “you’ve been such a good girl for me lately.” and how you deserve to he treated extra special T^T pressing sweet kisses on your neck while his fingers violate your cunt. all of your words come out pleadingly :( you feel so full just with his fingers. the pad of his thumb moving to lazily rub circles into your clit simultaneously and it has you gasping in his arms and clamping around his fingers. tells you how you're the ”prettiest dummy" hes ever had the pleasure to use <33 and his voice vibrates against your skin, the praise goes straight to your core and makes your brain go haywire. you can’t help but let your brain turn to mush at his words and actions. mindlessly, attempting to fuck his hand. “don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb on me, princess.” he speaks so slow so easy for you to grasp but you just cant :( humming and nodding your head when he speeds up :(

gyuvin taking out his frustration on you >>> already its so mind numbing! i know he is so brutal using you when hes upset for the day!!! so upset as soon as he gets home he's pushing you against the wall and pulling your panties down :( bruising clasp on your hips when he forces you to arch back for him :( his thrusts are hard and shallow, hitting every spot he needs to. you don't comprehend what's happening at all, his motions being too much you feel dizzy, mind buzzing while the knot builds up in your stomach. pulling on his wrists and asking him to slow down but he isn't even listening to you at this point :( he sees only red! n you cum all around him but hes not even close to being finished! but youre so sensitive and your words are garbled as you sob into your hands. gyuvin really doesnt realize that hes fucked you beyond limits :( smiling when you stop fighting bcs you're so stupid and all you can do is physically let him have his way </3

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facefullofsadness · 2 months

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I NEED NINGNING SO BAD OMG IM SO GLAD I FOUND YOUUUU PLS TELL US MORE ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS ABT HER

I'm in such a ningie mood lately and can't help but to write this LOL

content - me going absolutely batshit insane talking about ning yizhuo, smut (switch!ning, cunnilingus, fingering, sex toy mentions, not a lot of actual smut just headcanons), not proofread in the slightest D;

wc - 1k

a/n - like I was literally just thinking ab ning2 when I saw this ask, I also have her pc out next to me rn so ningie close ur eyes baby don't watch me as I write this 🫶 also tysm anon for finding me hehe

like ningning is so fucking fine.

idk what god mixed together in his lil cauldron to cook up ning yizhuo, but she's actually so fucking RAAHHH. sorry this is gonna be so incoherent bc I'm just ningyi drunk as fuck right now.

I imagine a fluffy besties kinda relationship w her. like it's all giggly and flirty and you make each other's heart race with touches and words, but also love to be cute and cuddle, gift giving (more on her part bc she loves to buy things that remind her of you), domestic shit like groceries or cooking together. and also you loveeee talking shit! in an idol!au world, in a school!au world, in any type of world where you two meet and fall in love, you're best friends that talk shit before anything.

I mean u don't necessarily have to do that specifically, but I just feel like above all and at your relationship's core, you're best friends that are clingy and inseparable. so you just make the perfect pair when you finally become gfs. bb girl loves to say she's not a scorpio but I think that the oct born blood within her is in full effect in bed. I'm telling yall, autumn/fall born besties are horny mfs (I can confirm).

like already being physically affectionate with you prior to even dating, she would move quick with pushing it further. your first kiss even evolved into a very heated makeout sess straight away, hands gripping skin under shirts or running through each other's hair, legs intertwined, spit dripping down chins because both of you refused to pull away for air (need!). and like it only but amplified from that point on.

I feel like the first time happens unintentionally. probably a drunk game of truth or dare that gets touchy and suddenly ning ends up slurping the cum flowing out between your legs, moaning against your pussy and grinding her cunt against your leg as you sit back against the couch, your hand in her hair pulling her in further. chanting her name raspily as you grind your hips into her mouth, her tongue feeling so incredibly good in your leaking hole. you yell out her name as you interlace one of your hands with hers, her thumb rubbing against the skin of your wrist as you cum all in her mouth.

she shudders at the same time you do, cumming in her panties from grinding against your leg, unable to stop herself from getting turned on eating you out. and you fucking love watching as her eyes roll back with her mouth on your pussy, feeling the heavy vibrations from her screaming into your cunt.

of course returning the favor for your gf, pinning her down under you and fingering her tight puffy pussy as she squirms. you LOVE fingering her despite being obsessed with the taste of her cum, because you couldn't get enough of how her face contorted with every thrust of your fingers in her cunt. the way her mouth would fall open, the way her eyes rolled back, the way she would tilt her head backwards and expose her sweaty neck, the way she would reach out for anything to dig her nails into (sheets, blankets, your clothes, or your skin!), the way her moans sounded sooooo fuckinggg heavenlyyyy. I mean have you heard this woman sing? the melodious sound of her voice chanting whines and whimpers of your name, knowing she'd sound like this for you and you only. to add on, she's fucking loud, so just the sheer volume of her moaning for you riled you on so much.

she's a squirter me thinks. she's a creamer in my stripper fic but that's only because I wanted her to make reader squirt oop- maybe you both are! I mean I think we can all agree that she's a master pussy eater right? I can only imagine how good she fucking feels with her skillful tongue and mouth. she knows exactly what she's doing even if she's had no experience, yizhuo just seems like the type to be insanely good at eating girlies out. every time I see her, I either so badly wanna get eaten out by her or eat her out. I just know she's so reactive and sensitive but is obsessed with cumming over and over again, overstimulation and all.

the prettiest girl to ever exist. so pretty between your thighs, so pretty around your fingers, so pretty taking your tongue, so pretty on top of you, so pretty under you, such pretty moans to slip from her mouth, such pretty expressions when she feels your touch. IM GOING INSANEEEEE!!! vvv switch coded! I know she gives extremely pillow princess energy, but she's so utterly in love and obsessed with you that she wouldn't dare let you go without an orgasm because you deserve it! either extremely service top or power bottom.

loves to play around with toys, but ultimately opts sticking to mouth and fingers because she loves feeling all of you always. though it's not surprising in the least that she has a wide sex toy collection; vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, cuffs/rope/bindings, blindfolds, floggers, gags, clamps, collars, you name it, she probably has at least one. is down to experiment with almost anything and is very adventurous, she just wants to have a good time with you!

ning is just a really passionate lover overall. because even after hours of fucking and cumming everywhere, she always makes sure you're okay :(( kissing you gently on the neck where her face is buried after a long session, rubbing your skin where there might be red marks or scratches or what have you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, offering to get you a drink or run a warm shower/bath for you both. she makes you feel loved and that's the most important part (aside from the mind-blowing continuous climaxes she just gave you).

a/n - NING YIZHUO PLEASEEEE ONE CHANCE OH MY FUCKING GOD I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WOMEN AND ARE A PUSSY EATER-

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vingvks · 10 months

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I’ve never done this before so be easy on me 😾

Also- sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong use of words.

Manjiro is the legal age in this.

Edited!

Shameless ⚠️ (not too shameless actually because I can’t fucking say the word cock for some reason.)

You have a desk in your room because I said so

Top male reader x Kanto manji manjiro sano

The room that was once quiet, occasional groans escaping in which Manjio sloppily undressed whatever clothing was in the way, along with you doing the same. Was now filled with moans, cursing and the frequent sound of flesh smacking together profusely.

“Ah-… Oh- fuck!” Manjiro muttered under his breath, feeling you so swiftly thrust inside. “Take your goddamn time…” he whispered, slight harshness in his tone. His body stiff as he holds back a gasp, feeling you start to thrust he tenses up. “I’ll do what I want, Manjiro.” You replied in result with a quiet scoff. “Your so loose…” You muttered, he glared at the desk in response. “Don’t provoke me.” He replied bitterly, Biting back a whimper as he felt your teeth sink into his right shoulder blade. Gripping the end of the desk under him. He roughly closed his eyes, the feeling of pleasure was distracting enough for his mind to become foggy.

He could feel the cold desk pressed against his skin. Along with your hips pressed into him while you held his waist firmly, smoothly and swiftly pulling his waist down so he could feel each thrust. Embarrassment filled with shame turns the tips of his ears red, as if he hasn’t sinned the same way multiple times with you.

For the notorious kanto manji leader, it was out of character for him to be bent over somebody’s desk, his hair a mess along with his cheeks and ears flushed.

Mikey had developed a lust for power that started to become uncontrollable, due to dark impulse. He was quite relieved to be put in a submissive position in fact. After everything that happen with Tokyo manji gang and kanto manji he needed a breather. Just some sex to relieve this stress, and the upcoming stress he knew was bound to become reality.

Manjiro gets most of what he wants regardless. Sex doesn’t make a difference in that. It didn’t make a difference if he was submissive if nobody was aware of that. Right? So fuck it.

He trembled violently that he was sure he’d end up shaking the desk. At the feeling of your pants and cold zipper gently poking against his thigh, he slightly leans up before you push his stomach back onto the desk. The warm room and feeling was different than the feeling of your cold zipper, sending chills down his spine. He could feel relentless pleasure being sent from the feeling of you hitting against his prostate meanwhile you could feeling the endless feeling his soft insides swallowing you hole. “Your moaning like a bitch, so sweet..” You spoke, before he could retort he feels your hand slip around his throat. He immediately bites back his salty response.

From your perspective.. all you could focus on was the shorter boy that was currently bent over a desk in your room while stretching his arms out to hold the other end of the desk with an almost weak trembling grip, your hand around his neck that he doesn’t protest against. His hands were staring to grip that he held to the point his hands were hurting. He was sure of the moment he let go he’d completely break.

The only thing refraining him and keeping him on edge was his grip on your desk. Your thrust turn into pounds. Drool threatening to spill from his mouth as he grips tighter, unsure if he’ll be able to walk for the next few days. “Ahh… slow down- Im- I-!” His words becoming incoherent.

“Fuckfuckfuckkk- ha! pleasee!~”

He whined, the most pathetic mewl escaping his lips as your hand around his neck tightens, he rolls his head back for more air and you cackle at his advances. Although Manjiro wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. Did he want more? Or less? He couldn’t think straight. Not with you inside of him. The way you were manhandling his hips down into you was almost insulting to his pride. Pulling him down only so he could you hit exactly into his prostate. A sloppy yet fast pace.

Along with his his own gang uniform being all over the place, his pants and boxers below his knees, his shirt laid out somewhere on the floor. His upper body revealed showing his toned body and muscles while his jacket was hanged on a coat hanger near the front door.

Manjiro’s thick blonde hair that was usually tied up in a way was now free and messy yet it looked so beautiful and addictive to look at,

Your shirt off with your pants on still but the zipper all the way down, enough for you pound roughly into Manjiro while he slowly melted in your hands. Desperate whines and pretty moans escaping him every time your fast pace hit his prostate.

“Oh my-! fuckk! Mm-“ Manjiro mumbled. Then like a leap of faith Manjiro finally let one of his hands slip away from the desk in order to hold his mouth. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted you to hear the noises that were bound to escape him.

In the meanwhile you were softly yet loudly moaning and occasionally groaning while staring at Mikey’s hair, his hair was oddly alluring. His moans like honey to your ear before you concentration was broken by him muffling the sounds escaping.

“Now that’s not fair is it?” You asked firmly. Leaving Manjiro confused before his heart dropped hearing your next words. “I wanna hear how much of a mess I make you, Manjiro Sano.” You whispered before grabbing both his arms and holding them in one hand tightly, his body to weak to free himself from your grip therefore all he could do was cry out to you.

“Ah fuckk~” He whined, his body slowly growing more weak and tired. His stamina was still high, just as much as his body was high form the pleasure being sent. “I won’t Ugh-Please, I won’t do that again-“ he spoke out in a struggled tone referring to his restrained arms from your grip while his strength is weakening, he was beyond desperate for you to free his arms and let him grip onto something again. He

His mind growing foggy as small drool escaped his lips he grit his teeth in response. He hated being in a weak position or being weak in general but this wasn’t something he could have control over. You’d be the only one to ever bend him over this way.

Your body pressing against him from behind was making him go into a frenzy, feeling your pants and zipper slightly rubbing against his skin every pound made him feel like he was on fire but in heaven at the same time, the way you both felt was unexplainable but you both loved it just as much.

Apparently Manjiro’s begging only made things worse for him as your grip tightened. By now Manjiro was nothing but a whimpering moaning mess, his moans progressively becoming more vocal and whiny than he wanted you to hear.

He could feel his stomach get tight followed along with his face heating up.. he could tell he was close just by the way you were starting to drive him more insane than he already is.

Manjiro whined again with a small groan feeling his member twitch, his moans mixing with yours filled the rest of the empty room. You could feel yourself being overwhelmed with pleasure knowing that you were close and so was he, A quiet grunt escaping you as you sped up your pace before speaking up.

“Good.. you’re close aren’t you, correct Manjiro?”

You teased him speeding up your pace. Making sure to cautiously pull out in the last second making sure he came before you did so.

“I’m!- im gonna-mm ohh~ fuck- yes!- yes-!”

….

The one and only kanto manji leader, bent over your desk trembling and panting quickly and loudly while your both tried to catch your breath. Your sperm leaking from his thighs and his sperm underneath the desk and floor.

He breathed out quickly and deeply gritting his teeth from embarrassment at the big mess he, along with you made, small scratch marks on the desk and small drool on his lips. He whimpered softly before wiping away the drool left on his bottom lip.

He could practically see the grin on your face without even looking. Dull yet sharp black eyes glared at the desk as if he was glaring at you. “Your so loud..” You said with a tone that almost seemed as if mocking. He bit his lip, holding onto his pride. With whatever voice was left he could muster up, Manjiro spoke “Ugh.. next time use a fucking condom..”

Embarrassed at the fact he knew you’d be in the shower with him for the next thirty minutes trying to clean up in an awkward silence for him while you just hummed peacefully as usual. The way he wished he could skip that part to eating curry in the living room with you.

…

#dom male reader #manjiro sano #kanto manji gang #mikey smut #mikey tokyo revengers #top male reader #seme male reader #tokyo revengers #idk what else to put here #that was horrible #i hate this #manjiro sano x reader

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tanjir0se · 5 months

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Too incoherent to form real thoughts about zelink right now so please enjoy this random list of concepts that are making me insane right now

When did they start sharing that bed? When did that house become “Zelda’s House” (as it’s called in TOTK) instead of “Link’s House” (as it’s called in BOTW)? Did he give it to her? Were they just roommates for a while because Zelda didn’t have anywhere else to go? Was it awkward? Who proposed the idea? Was it mutual? Did they lie awake all night the first night, silently, facing away from each other even in the darkness, not even daring to look at the other?

Zelda needing her place to concentrate because the last time she was working with Link in the house she accidentally started doodling him in her notebook and if he finds out he won’t ever let her live it down

WHAT WAS HIS HAIR TIE DOING ON HER BED TABLE. IM GOING FUCKING CRAZY

Sorry

They had like five years of peace between botw and totk. Man what did those years look like!!!! Did they celebrate holidays and birthdays and go on vacation and spend cozy nights in??? At any point during those years did they attempt to define their relationship or were they content to just sleep in the same bed and spend every moment together without expectation or pressure. She’s the princess and he’s her knight. It doesn’t matter.

Zelda giving Link a jewelry box to keep all his earrings in. Link spending months checking caves and ore deposits to make her a diamond necklace. LINK HELPING HER CUT HER HAIR. ZELDA HELPING HIM GROW HIS OUT. Ok I’m fine I’m fine

Uhhhh

Is Link a stay at home wife? Zelda has her job as a teacher and Link’s job as a knight is kind of on hiatus because she doesn’t really need one at the moment so. Does he just follow her around anyway? Does he stay at the house and make her things because he doesn’t know how to say “I love you”? Does he go out on rides without her and visit all the friends he made while trying to get her back??? What’s that boy doing when he actually gets to decide what he wants to do??? Is ‘Zelda’s Knight’ all he ever wants to be?!

Help

DID HE LEARN TO PLAY AN INSTRUMENT AGAIN??? NINTENDO HE ALWAYS PLAYS AN INSTRUMENT. WHERE IS HIS MUSICAL ABILITY NINTENDO!??!

#loz #totk #zelink #I’m. I’m im I’m im I’m #I’m fine

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transmutationisms · 2 months

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been thinking it for a while but it is both an interesting and frightening thing to see more and more people in their 20s who are usually self-professed hard-leftist progressives get more and more into emotionally-driven, kneejerk 'takes' about how everything new to them is bad and evil and 'this generation' (usually people younger than them who they seem to base all their opinions on from some teens dumb tiktoks they see) is stupid and doomed and the world/'our culture' is constantly degenerating, etc. many of the people who think of themselves as radical leftists are coming out with more and more barely-formed, incoherent and emotionally-driven reactionary ideas, and respond to any criticism of these ideas with defensive appeals to disgust or a general sense of 'everyone just knows this is bad!', bypassing needing to think over their own ideas or articulate the reasons they hold them entirely in favor of reactive outrage.

it feels to me like were watching in real-time how many of us will progressively turn into reactionary liberals or right-wingers - something many of these people have observed in older people, in their parents, but believe will simply not happen to them on account of having good intentions and progressive views, which they think means they dont need to watch themselves for impulsive, reactionary thinking, and even that their kneejerk reaction to anything is automatically the correct one because they themselves are already inherently good. of course it starts with generally inconsequential takes, its not like saying 'the tiles are ugly' automatically makes you a right-winger, but i reckon the festering of such modes of thinking shows the cracks in the foundation of many peoples professed political and social beliefs.

point being, i think there certainly are discussions to be had about the ways architecture - both as a tool that serves a material need and a form of art - changes, and what we may be losing to capitalist priorities on that front, but if the only argument people are making are "its ugly and degenerates our once beautiful culture" and their defense to anyone addressing how that sounds ends at "well its still ugly!", im thinking that kind of reactionary opinion-forming is going to seep into other, more important matters sooner than they may think. sorry for the long ask!

yeah i mean i definitely don't think this is a new problem or a generational one, it's just liberal idealism, but yes this is exactly why this type of aesthetic discourse irritates me so much lol. like i've said this before in regards to clothing but aesthetic signifiers gain their meaning in a social context and conditionally. if your analysis is "it's ugly and therefore bad" you're not only attenuating an actual read of what's being signified and why, you're also just veering directly into the most boring ass "everything is worse now and change threatens me" conservatism. the idea that ugliness and beauty are not transhistorical or transcendental truths should ideally be like, a starting point to both questioning other socially mediated constructs and to then moving toward a theory of asethetics as products of social discourses and economic conditions but instead people just cannot ever fucking resist yelling about how much beige or concrete or whatever the fuck is "soulless" or "lacks artistry" agabshxhsg it's so fucking cornball. get over yourself

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eatmyassssssssz · 11 months

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Omg I was scratching my brain for a good ask but it's suddenly COME TO ME NOW

so as a virgin, one of my biggest insecurities (actually, only insecurity) during sex is that the guy will be bothered by my hair down there (I'm afab at birth if that helps 😭)

I just PHYSICALLY CANNOT IMAGINE THE GUY EATING ME OUT WITH A PUSSY FULL OF HAIR AND ITS LIKE MINE IS FCKING DARK AND CURLY AND LIKE ITS A FCKING BEARD / BUSH 😭😭😭

Like I want craveeeeee so bad for a fanfiction about Ghost to be written where regardless of reader's body hair, he still fuvks the shit out of her

also plsssss don't feel pressured to write this ask right away, I'm just so relieved I managed. To get this off my mind 😭😭😭

"ff..fuck-" his breathing was heavy. "oh, honeyyyy- j..jeessussss." he whispers. "honey, may..may i have a kiss?" he asks. you were naked. "mhn- i..im sorry- just before we kiss- im sorry."

"honey, why're you sorry?" he asks, rubbing your sides. "I've not shaved- i-..i would've if I'd known we were gonna..yknow.." you whisper.

"no, honey- honey, i don't mind. oh my, you silly girl..." he kisses above her cupid bone. "honey, i don't mind, not at all." he says softly. "you..you sure?" he nods. "mhn, im sure."

you kiss him happily before smiling into it. "fuck, dolly..you're..jesus, you're sexy- oh my god...look at you."

he trails his kisses down and down, kissing everywhere, stopping at just above your pelvic bone. "can i continue? i just need you to know, you can stop at any time. do you know the traffic light system?" he asks. you nod in response. "yeah..yeah, yeah i do." you mumble. "you use them whenever you need. okay?" he says. again, you nod.

he continues to move down, just about kissing your clit. "mhhn, jesus christ-" you say, looking down at him. you can see through his shorts that he's harder than a fucking rock. "..you're enjoying this?" you ask.

"mhn! of course i am, luv. you are aswell, i hope." he mumbles, nearly incoherent, as he kisses your clit.

you end up getting close pretty quick. "fffuck..its scary how- ah— g..good you are at this.." you say, thighs trembling, hips bucking up onto his tongue more, as if he wasnt already making a pretty big mess on your clit already.

"you can do it, my pretty girl..its all okay..fuck, you've got an amazing pussy, lovely.." he says, muttering praise as he eats you out in a way you didnt know was possible.

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flemlem · 3 months

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okay so. warning, this is Long (for me anyway) and kind of unfinished? unpolished? its 1am and i am having Thoughts.

Little analysis of qTubbo and Morning Crew because ive been seeing a lotta opinions and I wish to add My Own into the Melting Pot.(I may get off track, im sorry, im incoherent at all times, thats why my posts are so short.)(also all characters just in case)

So first of all, Im putting it out there. Fit and Pac still care about Tubbo. From an outside view, from the audience, we can clearly see that. Unfortunately for us, Tubbo is infact not acting with the same knowledge in mind.

As far as Tubbo is aware they are going to move on without him. They have eachother now they dont need him anymore

With him and Fits relationship We can see that the jokes are banter and just silly, even if ill timed, but how was fit supposed to know that. We see this moment kinda throw tubbo back into 'I have to be worth something, because why would anyone Actually want to team with me if i cant give them something, if I cant make up for being Me '. He starts being more reckless about wanting create back, not really caring to try get out of the cage, even though he probably could of glitch blocked up there at the start.

Ive also seen people mention the fact that Fit 'told him he was family'. Now please genuinely correct me if im wrong. Fit only told Sunny she was family("Youre family"). Sure, he was Right There, but we know that tubbo sees Sunny as more important than him, its totally plausible that Tubbo thought that that wouldn't include him. Its never specified that that was directed at more than just Sunny (out loud), Tubbo also didn't know what sunny wrote (as far as im aware).

I had a whole paragraph on Pac too but it got too messy to salvage, maybe another day.

Tubbo has always been slightly weird about his place in Morning Crew, especially since it started "becoming an isocoles triangle". Im not sure if im more on the side of hes trying to push them away before they get the chance to to save himself the heartache, or if he's trying to show them how much they need him like a 'look at how weird it is when im not there At All. Look at my Cool Town with Foolish and Not you. Please need me still'.

Im Most on the side of him distancing himself, not to save himself the pain(maybe still slightly), not to try get them to come Get Him Back, but to almost hint at them that they Can move away from him. Trying to show them that he does have Other People they dont Need to be around him if they dont want to. The thing about this that isnt working is that Fit and Pac Do still want to be around him.

TLDR: Fit and Pac still care, but no matter how obvious, q!tubbo is mentally ill and has convinced himself that since they got together he is becoming Less and Less important, only catastrophising further at each thing that could be taken as cold even when theyre not.

#q!tubbo #qtubbo #tubbo #morning crew #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #pactw #qsmp pac #qsmp analysis #thats a rant and a half im sorry #I expect no one to care #but I do so-#sorry if this is tagged wrong im still bad at this #qfit #fitmc

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byuntrash101 · 11 months

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Are requests open for a little blurb? Sorry if you've already done it OR if you'd rather not do it.

Been thinking about sub!Jongho with a soft Dom reader. Corruption kink. He's such a sweet baby bear. But we all know he's also strong. I low key want to ruin him and then pamper him. 🫠

shiiiiiiii.......... im going insane again. thanks anon! this is perfection!

tags: dom!reader, STRONG sub!jongho, mommy kink (cause i can't help it), strengh kink (kinda), edging, overstim, multiple orgasms, a little aftercare <3

"mommyyyyy... p-please" boyfriend!jongho cries, his face burried in your chest as you slow down the pace once again. you loved to torture him just like that. riding him, going deep and hard but slowing down everytime you felt him twitch inside you. you loved to watch him squirm and cry and go completely insane until he was begging for release.

he's always such a good boy, the most obedient little toy. so it's a surprise when jongho wraps his hands around your waist. even if he doesn't push or hold you down. it's still unusual for him.

"p-please mommy i wanna... c-cum" he whimpers, struggling between each words.

"no!" you say firmly trying to swat his hands away. but they stay put as you sink down agonizingly slow on his aching cock. "not yet baby" you lift yourself up again, not changing the pace. and pulling on jongho's wrists but he doesn't budge. his grip growing even tighter around your hips, clenching like his life depends on it. and given the desperate look of need he throws you right now, is life just might actually depend on it.

"mommy i-i... i" he starts as you feel him push you down on his cock. "i can't help it" he finally says smashing you down on his lenght only to pull you back up, his hips matching the pace he sets for himself. going absolutely crazy.

"i need to cum... in... mommy's p-pussy" he says, his breath short as he fucks his thick cock up inside you, forcing your hips to go up and down on his red swollen member.

jongho is usually such an obedient little boy toy it's easy for you to forget how strong he actually is. but he's reminding you right now, just how much stronger than you he is. there's nothing you can do to fight him off as he forcefully uses his mommy's wet and tight little cunt to cream in.

"ok baby. go ahead cum" you give up, letting your sub lose his mind completely as he pumps you full of piping hot cum, whimpering a string of incoherent but grateful words.

once he slows down, he finally lets go of your painfull hips, bruised under his strong grip.

But you don't let him breathe, your start bouncing your ass up on his still fully hard cock before he can come down.

"mommyyy" he cries through gritted teeth, pushing his head back into the soft pillow.

"you were a really bad boy. now you'll have to take your punishment without making a fuss" you sternly say as you bounce harder. your cunt completely constricting him.

the overstimulation is so overwhelming that jongho's voice goes high pitched, rambling on about how sorry he is and how he'll never disobey you again and begging, imploring you to stop torturing his poor pathetic cock. but every single one of his pleads go in through one of your ear and right back out the other.

you continue to chase your high without much consideration for him, like he did to you a second ago.

then you finally reach it, you cum on jongho's cock, even being able to rip a second orgasm from him, leaving him screaming for mercy and begging under you. forcing the second load out of his exhausted cock and fucking it deep into your clenching and thrbobing cunt, your own cum spraying jongho's bare chest and even reaching his gaping mouth.

"there you go, good job baby" you coo, soothing him as you slow down and his whimpers quiet down.

you crash next to him as he rolls on his side and burry his face into your chest. you carress his back and wrap your arms around his face envelopping him in a protective hug.

"i'm sorry mommy" he lightly sobs, his voice muffled by your breasts prssed against his mouth "mommy's pussy felt so good on my cock... i couldn't help it"

"It's okay baby" you say, frowning at the soreness on your hips. "you made it up to mommy right after" you kissed the corwn ofn his head "i forgive you"

you just cant be mad at him.

#jongho smut #ateez smut #jongho hard hours #ateez hard hours #kpop smut #atz smut #jongho #ateez jongho #sub!idol #choi jongho #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez drabble #jongho fanfic

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