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joohanisms · 9 months

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xdh + their favorite way to make you cum 💭💫

this is soo silly and more of a characterization exercise than anything else but!! i hope you guys like it <3

cw: oof here we go, afab reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mention of thigh riding/dry humping, overstimulation, mention of squirting and dacryphilia, edging, slight begging, fingering, twitter porn link in junhan's, oral (fem receiving), mention of face sitting if you squint wc: ~900

gunil

dick.

a traditional man

Nothing beats some pounding. he Will make you cum with his dick inside your cunt.

big fan of cumming together <3

he's all about the connection, honoring the making love expression, fucking you deep and slow...

but dw, he Will have his balls slapping your clit while taking you from the back if the situation (your sex drives) requires.

likes making you a little cock dumb. it boosts his ego in unimaginable way – he's making you feel so good you can't think about anything else other than him <3

will probably go a bit insane if he ever hit it raw. like there had been very few times he came before you. but this was a moment.

he'd be sooooo overwhelmed over how much he Loves and Wants you + your pussy ain't helping him at all :-(

jungsu

idk how to say what i mean but. non-penetrative stuff

dry humping, having you hump his leg, thigh riding, being used i guess? but in a loving way <3

his thoughts are somewhere around damn this is so low maintenance?? i'm not even doing anything?? and i make you feel good this easily?? this is all i've ever asked for??

but not in a "lazy" way. you know how he's always looking out for everyone? now he can take care of you only by standing still/rutting himself against you. not having to think is refreshing sometimes, you know?

in his opinion, it's sooooo absurdly hot to be able to make you cum without barely doing anything!!

has accidentally cummed in his boxers multiple times in his haste to make you cum.

btw if you can cum untouched (only by nipple stim, for exemple) he might die on the spot

if he's in a dommy mood, he will also play with you through your underwear just to be a tease :-(

jiseok

absolute menace

likes overstimulation very much.

doesn't really have a favorite method to do so, but is best with his fingers (as expected from a guitarist)

has a vibrator.

looovesss to play with your clit. will go LBLBBLBLHLLLBLBLHL with his tongue (i laughed writing this)

bonus points if you either squirt or cry!

even more bonus points if your mascara runs off!

aaand it's top tier sex if he gets to cum on you later!!

will hold your hips down and pull your hands away if you squirm too much – but if you start uttering the first syllable of the safeword he is immediately off of you.

if you ask nicely, he'll let you use a vibrator on him and give him a taste of his own medicine <3

and just a psa: i think that because of his love to overstimulate you and wreck you, he'd be one of the members who would be so down for a threesome he'd suggest it himself <33

seungmin

another menace.

as insane as jiseok but all the way on the other side of the menace spectrum = edging king

so controlling and aware of his every move. will make you INSANE, sobbing pleaseplewspelspelseseungminseungmin, have you like 5 seconds away from cumming .. and then he STOPS????

although you know the orgasm will hit you harder after being edged, you cant help but want to kill him /lovingly

will get you worked up and stop touching you (you whine) only to go hard on you (you nearly scream) in any way he'd like :-)

if you favor any method, he'll be more than happy to comply!!

likes it a lot when you get a little desperate. he will shush you, say "it's okay, baby" and start POUNDING. you see stars when you finally cum <3

hyeongjun

i have a vision bear with me.

fingering. but you're across his lap. like this. (PORN LINK for reference)

really likes fingering you in general because it doesn't matter how lazy he is at the moment, he Will be making you cum! cleanup is pretty easy too :-)

his sex drive is something like a low thrum. he's not usually insanely horny, but he's slightly horny (nearly) all the time, willing to make you feel good (as long as it's not public. he has limits.)

so if you come onto him, he's ready to give it to you – sometimes he won't even take his clothes off. he'll just focus on you.

the power trip it gives him + the feeling of being in control makes his head spin... 😵‍💫

will inevitably get hard by the time you cum and you inevitably get him off then.

jooyeon

absolute MUNCH!!!!!!

pussy to his face all day. smother him. hold his hair in a ponytail. give him thigh earmuffs. could probably go a month with only pussy and a cup of water

sit on his nose. if he dies he dies

absolutely sloppy with it but insanely good

drooly boy <33333

when he's in his usual bratty mood he will be SOOOOO cocky and smug to the point you would slap him on the back of his head if his tongue wasn't making you see stars.

in a subby mood though... puppy. puppy boy. if you pull his hair, he'll moan so sweetly against your cunt :-(

if you pull him away from you while he's at it, he'll rest his head on your thigh and look at you with sparkling eyes and a wet chin, waiting for an explanation as to why you're interrupting his 5-star meal.

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papayatori · 2 months

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Don’t Blink! (P3)

LN4 x fém!reader

No warnings

I’m not sure how long I’m going to carry on this series, I guess it depends on how well it does. I’ve got nothing but positives so far, so I hope it stays that way. I also take requests! Feel free to leave me some! (This one is kind of shorter, I’m sorry. Longer one next time!)

My alarm interrupted my peaceful sleeping. I was beyond pissed and could have thrown it across the room had it not simply been doing its God-forsaken job. I decided that, at the ungodly hour of 7am on a Saturday, that I would get up and make breakfast like normal human beings usually do.

How incredibly jealous I was of said human beings.

In about thirty minutes, I had started things in the kitchen. I had my morning cup of Chai and was ready to take on the world; and by the world, I meant the frying pan.

Pancakes were a delicacy that could not be coveted, an art that took decades to master. Pancakes with bacon were even better. Not to mention, keeping my apartment from burning down as an added plus. With that said, I gave all of my attention to the stovetop.

After a long battle with the floury pancake mix and attempting to turn it into a batter(there was now a huge mess to clean up later, yet another reason I have yet to master the art of pancake making), I had finally managed to have a breakfast fit for a king.

Or better yet, a breakfast fit for me.

I had decided to leave the mess to clean up later, I was hungry and it could wait. Though, I was proud of myself and couldn’t help but snap a picture of my breakfast and post it on Twitter.

I ate in a comfortable and relaxing silence. I had earned this after yesterday. Though, I hadn’t really stumbled upon last nights memories until now. Lando and I had texted for a while after I had gone to bed, him insisting that I never answered his ‘question’. At first I was really sure what he meant, but then I had come to the realization that he was asking when our next date was.

Silly me.

I would be lying if the thought of our time yesterday hadn’t sent me into a mess of smiles and butterflies every time I thought of it. Sure, I had always found Lando attractive, but never had I thought anything more than that. Why would I? I hadn’t met him until yesterday.

I’m starting to believe I might be going insane, and I will be blaming Lando for legal purposes.

Ding!

Startled, I looked down at my phone. I usually didn’t get many replies on Twitter, this was new.

And you didn’t invite me? I thought we were friends 💔

At first I was confused as hell, and then I read the name of the person who had replied.

Lando Norris

I shook my head with a small smile spreading across my lips. I wasn’t sure how he managed to find my social media, or why for that matter, but I suppose it wouldn’t have been too hard. I decided to reply anyway.

Maybe next time Mr. Norris

…

My laptop open, camera plugged in, I knew for a fact that these were going to be the easiest photos I’d ever edited. I plopped myself back down on my couch, satisfied with my breakfast and cleanup afterwards, one hindered percent determined to be productive today.

Woo hoo!

Okay, maybe that was a bit of sarcasm. Though, i wasn’t lying about these photos being easy to edit. The hard part, however, would be keeping my eyes off of Lando’s face for long enough to edit his photos.

Who knew such a thing could be so insanely difficult.

It was honestly frustrating trying to keep my mind away from him. I’ve dated my fair share of men, and I don’t think I’ve ever had this much trouble keeping my thoughts in check. This also begs the question, what exactly were we now? I’m not sure if our date had any romantic implications in the first place. He could have just been being friendly. I would be a fool to mention it.

A knock on the door pulled me completely out of my rambling thoughts, and a part of me was thankful. I got up to open it, curious as who the hell could be knock in on my door at 9am.

The door revealed the most beautiful pair of blue-green eyes I had ever seen.

“I brought you things!” Lando said excitedly, not waiting on me to let him in a pushing past me to the table in my kitchen.

“Good morning to you too, Lando.” I chuckled, following closely after him.

“So, first things first. I’m mad at you.” Lando pushed his bottom lip out, giving me a pout I couldn’t help but giggle at.

“And why would that be, Mr. Norris?” He glared at me.

“You know exactly why I’m mad at you.” He clicked his tongue. “Fortunately for you, that isn’t why I am here.” I tilted my head, urging him to continue.

Lando pulled some bits of paper out of the sack I hadn’t realized he was holding. His eyes were too much of a distraction for me to even notice. He smiled then, holding my gaze for a little longer than I had anticipated before finally breaking the silence once more.

“Sign these.” He slid the papers towards me.

“What am I signing exactly?” I asked. As he handed me the pen, our fingertips touched for a moment, sending electricity through my body. My face heated up and I reverted my eyes back down to the paper to keep from falling into his.

“It’s a contract. I worked my magic with Zak, you’re welcome, and he’s written up an official agreement for you to work for McLaren.”

“You’re lying.” I gasped, reading through the paper that said just about the exact same thing Lando had just described to me. “I thought you were joking.”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up like that, not even after you had pancakes without me.” I rolled my eyes at his smirking figure. I ignored his comment.

“I just can’t believe it’s actually happening. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted something like this.” This time I looked up at Lando with the biggest, genuine smile he’s ever seen me wear, and instead of smirking, he actually gave me a genuine smile back.

“I’m sure you can believe this then.” He reached further down into the back, balling it up afterwards. “Paddock pass for Bahrain. You won’t need to worry about the flight or the hotel situation, you’re going to be staying in the same one as Oscar and myself. I think Zak will probably also be there this time around seeing as it’s the first race of the season.”

Before I could really think about what I was doing, my arms were wrapped around him in a tight embrace. He was quite taller than me, leaving my face buried into his chest. His muscles were tense, slowly easing as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Thank you, Lando.” I mumbled, my voice muffled from his chest.

“Anything for you, darling.”

Coming to my senses, I pulled away a bit quicker than I would have liked.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“

Lando was laughing at me now, probably seeing how red my face was.

“I got a bit excited.” I continued to try and explain myself without sounding like a fan.

Well, I was a fan, but that was beside the point.

“Just don’t get so excited that you forget to sign those papers, Miss y/ln.” I looked down at them to find that he was right, I really had forgotten to sign the papers.

His hand squeezed my shoulder as I was writing, causing me to hesitate slightly before continuing. His touch sent waves of heat through me, heat that I could explain but most definitely couldn’t deny either.

I looked up at him when I finished, praying my face wouldn’t give away the things his touch did to me. He smiled sweetly.

“I can’t wait for next week.” He said, as if he were the one who had just signed contract papers with McLaren as their primary photographer.

“Neither can I.”

…

“This picture? Really?” Lando gave me a look as we pulled my laptop away from me on the couch. I should’ve learned my lesson last time he took something from me, but apparently I had not.

“I like that one! It brings out your eyes.” I stated proudly. He smirked.

“You like my eyes, do you?” I paused, not expecting for that sort of question after the moments we had spent in the kitchen.

“Maybe, maybe not; but one thing is for certain, and that is that the LN4 Twitter fan girls are infatuated with them, and that’s all I need for my entire career to blow up.”

Who was I trying to fool, myself? Lando sent me a knowing look.

“Staring contest, go!” I was completely caught off guard by this, not prepared in the slightest.

His eyes bore into my own, blinding me without any light whatsoever. They were full of so many emotions that I couldn’t place, though the joy behind his iris’s couldn’t be contained. I almost smiled at the thought that maybe I was the reason behind the joy he was feeling.

Don’t blink

I lost myself in his eyes, in my thoughts, perfectly content to stare into him for the rest of our time together. I hadn’t realized that that we had slowly drifted towards each other, my mouth parted slightly in instinctive anticipation. Was this really happening?

Then he stuck is tongue out at me.

I blinked in confusion at first, laughing at his action before realizing I had lost the staring contest.

“Oh fuck off!” I laughed, throwing on of the couch pillows at him.

“You’re just mad because I’m right!” He laughed along with me, seeing the dawning look of realization grow on my face.

The only reason we had a staring contest was just for him to prove the fact that I liked his eyes. This bastard knew what he was doing. Honestly, I was starting to like that.

Or maybe I was just starting to like him.

…

The late afternoon had rolled around after spending the entire day joking around with Lando.

So much for being productive.

I led him to the door on his way out. I’m not really sure why I didn’t want him to leave; but, his presence sure beat the hell out of being lonely and editing his photos all day.

“Thanks for today, I had a lot of fun.” I said, giving him a small smile as a thanks. He chuckled.

“So did I, other than the part where I didn’t get pancakes.” I rolled my eyes before an idea popped into my head.

“If you won’t hold this over my head anymore, maybe you could come over for breakfast tomorrow morning?” Proud of myself, I gave him a wink. He blanked, surprised I even offered.

“Sure! As long as I can consider it our second date.”

“A deals a deal.” I offered him my hand. He shook it with a triumphant smile, bringing my hand to his lips before gently kissing the back of it.

“I suppose I’ll see you in the morning then, darling.”

And with that, he was gone and the door had shut behind him. The only thing he left behind was the faint scent of his cologne.

#don’t blink #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #mclaren formula 1 #fanfic #ln4 x y/n #ln4 fluff #ln4 imagine #lando x you #ln4 fic #lando norris #lando x reader #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 x you

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icuckoldress · 7 days

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dnalt-d2 · 4 months

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My Predictions for Who (If Anyone) May be Corrupted Next

I'M BACK ALREADY YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME FOR LONG!!!!

So yeah, we’ve got Corrupted Forever now. That’s fun

What’s more fun is how this happened, and what this means for other people

Because Forever might have been the one most at risk to corruption due to his extended time in the Nether, but he is far from the only one vulnerable to this

Here’s who I know of to be at risk, in order of most likely to least likely

Fit, Phil (Kinda), Etoiles, Bagi, and Pac

Because like I pointed out earlier today, Fit and Phil cleaned up a huge amount of the concrete left around the server, with QSMP Updates even commenting (specifically in regards to Fit) that “That surely won’t have consequences, right?” Or something along those lines I don’t have the patience to look it up because Twitter is a hot mess in that regard

That, and his Rebellion work, is why I think Fit is currently most at-risk. Because in addition to the Black Concrete Cleanup he and Phil did, he also went to investigate the Black Concrete Dungeon to find traces of one of the Codes. So unfortunately, I think if anyone else is gonna succumb to corruption, it might be Fit. (AND PHIL WILL SUFFER DAMMIT)

After that we have Etoiles, who has been doing various work for the Rebellion that has semi-frequently led him to be exposed to Black Concrete, but to my knowledge, he hasn’t had as much direct contact with it aside from the Code Explosion and the time he, Fit, and Bagi investigated the Code together. Not to mention that he’s already Code-Corrupted kind of, and it’d be a little strange for him to have two separate infections/corruptions

And of course there’s Bagi, who had also investigated that Black Concrete Dungeon, but this is basically the only time Bagi had any extended contact with the Concrete aside from day-to-day stuff that everyone had

Pac of course, was in the Nether for a bit, having been led there by Walter Bob, but it doesn’t look like there’s been any effect on him that we can tell, since he wasn’t there as long as Forever was. I’m just adding him to the list because he was in fact in the Nether at one point (There's also the fact that right now he's probably gonna have his hands full with Mike, if anything comes from that)

Now, I did put Phil on the list, but he’s a bit of a special case here. Because while he DID help clean up the Concrete, leading to him having a lot of direct contact, he wasn’t the one that QSMP Updates called out. Not only that, but we now have Rose possibly helping him, which means he may not get corrupted because of her influence and protection. (It’s not surefire though, so that’s why he’s still on the list, and pretty high on it at that. I think I might have more thoughts on this later though because I’ve got an idea for some good angst potential here specifically)

So yeah, that's who I think could possibly be corrupted. Fit is definitely the highest on the list

(AND APPARENTLY SOMEONE REBLOGGED MY FIRST POST TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH THIS IN THE TAGS SO HEY THAT’S A GOOD OMEN IF EVER I'VE SEEN ONE)

In short, lots to look forward to :)

*Edit because I forgot to mention that FIT IS DOING A SATURDAY STREAM TOO BTW. That ISN'T TOO NORMAL FOR HIM and is raising ZERO RED FLAGS

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jay-wasreblogging · 11 days

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No idea what the ettiquette is for things like this but I adore your brain esp with Sherlock and Mycroft. pLEASE share any of your thoughts/hopes/expectations for s&c Mycroft (and his + Sherlock’s dynamic) 🙏

I swearrrr all of yous in the Sh&Co fandom are so sweet!! 🥹

As for my thoughts/hopes/expectations, It usually comes up randomly in my head but I would say...

Thoughts:

Mycroft hasn't been mentioned (except by the writer's that there isn't a voice actor for him yet) and this fits in with the surprise John and the audience will get when he is introduced. I'm excited for that but tbh I don't have any other thoughts, when he does appear DW I'll tag you in my post of thoughts :))

My hopes/expectations is that:

Mycroft is not slim. LISTENNNN LISTENNNN OKAYY, often hes portrayed as slim due to medical/mental issues which I still love btw (the approach to his character with these are some of the most powerful fics I have ever read) I just want a Mycroft that is a big boy and I hope he is.

Mycroft doesn't worry about Sherlock that often due to seeing him online with John now, he also follows the podcast, twitter account and is definitely on their patreon. That's why we haven't heard of him so far because there's no need for him to contact Sherlock. He's going to make a comment about the podcast and the detective career when he's introduced though.

Lestrade and Mycroft actually keep in touch quite often- not just due to Sherlock but cause of Lestrade being the DI and Mycroft being the government would mean they would cross paths more often than not. Especially true in hostage negotiations and/or terrorists attacks!! Lestrade would have to be present as it's all hands on deck and Mycroft may just be needed for 'cleanup' afterwards. They both could be introduced at the same time or within episode of each other. If not, they will know each other soon!!

Mycroft and Sherlock will do their iconic back and forth deduction but with both Mariana and John present. 👀

Mycroft doesn't drink alcohol nor consumes anything that wasn't made then tested - can't risk being intoxicated or poisoned when he could be called up at any moment, there's no time for resting. He does throw caution to the wind when he eats at Sherlock's though, hoping for a scene where they are having dinner together.

John will have direct contact with Mycroft just like Lestrade after they meet, this allows Mycroft to be a reoccurring character (FINGERS CROSSED MY GUYS!).

Mycroft is going to have a one on one conversation with John off the record about the case of The Greek Interpreter and John will definitely record it and then later plans to delete/censor it but Sherlock says not to and just publish it raw because why not. It be funny lol.

Further head-canons (some are also hoped or expected) because now I'm lost in the sauce and can't stop:

Mycroft has never worried about himself too much outside of work reasons, he was too busy taking care of Sherlock + the estate and handling incompetent politicians and global political leaders to ever care.

Sherlock was and is a danger to everything alive or objects - including himself!! This especially when he was a child doing any sort of experiment because often touch and tasting is the first thing done, so Mycroft aged like 20 years when Sherlock was a child in his 'i must grab and put this foreign thing in my mouth' phase. One time he wanted to touch and taste the insides of his bee plushie - it was just cotton tho (and a heart attack for Mycroft).

He is the reason Sherlock has expensive tastes and was unable to lean him off it due to having the exact palette as well. He's the reason Sherlock is spoiled about his groceries but don't say that to Mycroft because he did his best...not really but he likes his branded sweets okay.

Mycroft (as he is a big boy) needed suits that were custom made for him and up to his impeccable standards so he got them commissioned and had the designer he found to also create sensory friendly clothing for Sherlock. 🥹

Mycroft likes John Watson and Mariana a lot, they both love his brother and that's the only thing he could ask for.

Mycroft is a tank!! He is more than capable of neutralising someone if needed - whether hand to hand or by weapon/s - but just like how he isn't a detective, he isn't his own bodyguard nor hitman because he's lazy and that's why you have employees.

Mycroft thought that Sherlock and John are more than friends but gets even more confused when Mariana is there? Then decides it's none of his business really, he needs to focus on easing tensions between the King and the Prime Minister.

Mycroft and Sherlock not only had deduce-offs but also regularly fought one on one hand to hand combat for fun. Mycroft was scared asf tho when Sherlock started to have intense interests in swords, no thank you.

Mycroft unlike his behaviour at work being that of an ice man whose looks could kill, is awkward and shy when it comes to Sherlock. There's not much to talk about when you're siblings whose work requires the utmost confidentiality, can easily deduce what the other did and with one's work famously being published and the other's influence clear in every political news!!

Now that's all I have, I'm sure my brain will come up with some more stuff later on and i'll be sure to tag you in them from now on!!

#this is the second ask thats complimenting and it got me giggling n kicking my feet and shi 😩😚#love the kindness in this community - you guys are awesome seriously #sherlock & co #sherlock and co #sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #goalhanger podcasts #mycroft holmes #gregory lestrade #mariana ametxazurra #P.S. the only etiquette is I guess a please or thanks...? idk tbh cause I'm pretty new to Tumblr myself but I've seen some ppl use anon #asks to attack 😬 that's why I have it off so I can report and/or block

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appalachiananarchist · 2 years

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Appalachian Flood Relief Resources

Last post update: August 5, 11:50pm

Eastern Kentucky has been affected by historic and devastating flooding this July. Somewhere between 35-40 people are dead. This post is designed to compile information for the relief efforts. It will be edited and updated as new information is made available to me, so if you see this post and want to reblog it, please click on my profile and reblog directly from my page in case I have edited or updated the post! Please message me with questions.

Monetary Donations:

Below is a compiled list of some donation funds for the 2022 Eastern KY flood relief efforts. Please look through these or look into any of these organizations to decide if you are comfortable donating.

Aspire Appalachia (website here)

Foundation for Appalachian Kentucky (website here)

EKY Flood Relief (KY state fund)

EKY Mutual Aid (Twitter here)

Appalachian Regional Healthcare flood relief fund

EKY Heritage Foundation here

Shop Local KY T shirt fundraiser here

Appalachian Apparel T shirt fundraise here and here

Volunteering:

If you are local to the area, please consider a donation of your time. There is a lot of work that needs done and a lot of people needed to do it. You will lose access to clean water, so bring your own. You will need to find your own accommodations if you stay overnight as we are housing many displaced residents already.

Hazard, KY is looking for volunteers to help clean out debris and houses daily. Crews are leaving from the Forum 101 Bulldog Lane at 8am, 10am, and 12pm. You must be over 18. This is physically demanding work. Just show up at the Forum before noon. Bring your own water and food. Long pants and boots required. Tetanus shot recommended. (And if you know a house that needs this service, contact: 606-268-0896)

Contact info for inquiries into volunteer roles in Breathitt county: (606) 233-3502

Perry County volunteer sign up here or call volunteering coordinator at (502) 693-6667

For rescue effort volunteering in Perry County, contact 606-216-6621

Letcher County Central High in Whitesburg is requesting volunteers from 8am to 7pm - simply show up by 8:15am.

Letcher County Central High Mercy Chefs volunteering information

Letcher County cleanup volunteering: contact (606) 733-5620

Kentucky Red Cross volunteer application. Search "disaster action team" to find positions that respond to natural disasters like the flood.

World Central Kitchen Volunteering form (scroll down until you see the entries for “KY Floods”). 301 Perry Cir Rd, Hazard, KY.

Appalshop archival recovery efforts volunteering form

Materials Donations:

If you want to donate items, one of the most desperately needed items in all counties right now is clean drinking water, followed by non-perishable food, cleaning supplies, diapers, formula, and personal hygeine products. Perry county specifically is requesting NO MORE CLOTHING donations.

Google doc listing various drop off locations

Aspire Appalachia amazon wish list here

Shop Local KY Amazon wish list here

Updated drop off locations for Breathitt County materials donations at Aspire Appalachia's facebook (currently: First Church of God, Breathitt County Hunger Alliance Panbowl Community Center, Jackson City School, and Vancleve Fire Dept.)

Updated Perry County flood response, including materials drop off locations, here. The ONLY major location accepting drop-offs in Hazard is the old JC Penny’s building (278 Black Gold Blvd). Perry county water drop off info: contact 513-312-8631. Perry county food drop off info: contact 606-438-9109.

Letcher County: Letcher County Central High School (435 Cougar Drive, Whitesburg)

Letcher County: CANE Kitchen (38 College Drive, Whitesburg)

Letcher County: Pine Mountain Partnership; see link for various drop off/pick up locations and times.

Further info on drop off information for Letcher, Knott, Floyd, and Pike counties here at Appalshop

Lexington drop off locations: Shop Local KY Warehouse in (1093 West High Street, Lexington, KY); Appalachian Regional Healthcare drop-off location at 2260 Executive Dr Lexington KY.

If you are part of an organization capable of medical supplies donations, please email [email protected] with inquiries. There is an URGENT need for replacement medical supplies!

#appalachia #east kentucky #flood relief #2022 Flood #mutual aid #fundraiser #donations

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cerealandchoccymilk · 10 months

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Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #03

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More Trigun annotations! I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being so so gay about the characters. of course)

As always, here are the non-analysis panels of my dear babygirl (+ memes)...

And the rest is under the cut. i am living in ur brain now <3

[link for if the images aren’t in horizontal rows]

Starting off with the chapter cover of our handsome boy, this is the first time we see him with his glasses! I've seen someone on Twitter make a guide on Vash's different glasses designs over the manga (sadly it either cost money or was only distributed at a con and I don't have it...), so I'll try to pay attention to that during this readthrough.

As I've mentioned in the previous chapter, his antennae used to stand straight up, but they're bent now! They pop back up once in a while but from here on, the default is bent.

I love how gently he sets the girl down, and also the way everyone waits in awkward silence (and confusion) for Vash to move the rubble.

I think this part works excellently as-is, but notes on the nuances of what Nebraska originally said (this was ridiculously hard and the translation is very rough):

①「絶対どこかで不都合を並べた奴を消して来てるのさ」 ②「なぜなら」 ③「現におまえは消される側にまわってねえ……！！」 ↓ ① There has to have been a time when you "eliminated" ("erased"/killed) someone that got in your way (/someone unfortunate enough to [be there]...etc). ② Because... ③ In reality, you haven't taken on the role ("side") of being eliminated...!!

This part's very hard... He's talking about something similar to offense/defense. In this case, it's that because Vash has been avoiding conflict/being in direct danger entirely, Nebraska is saying that Vash must have killed, directly or indirectly, someone who got in the way of Vash's fleeing. I think.

I'm not sure why, but the way this was phrased stuck out to me.

Also, Gofsef's fist had an extra knuckle for one panel.

A translation error - it should be something like "He shot every bullet into the same precise spot... And shifted its trajectory!?"

Vash says "JACKPOT!" in English here, in the Japanese version. also hes soooo handsomeeeeee look at him omgggg kicking my legs back n forth blushing giggling i need to be tranquilized.

Nebraska's straight-up being crushed into pieces here. goddamn.

Not sure if it was removed in one of the reprints or in Overhaul's cleanup process, but in my Japanese copy, there was a "thump" onomatopoea of the guy backing into a wall.

Milly and Meryl are the best comedy duo in the world... They're perfect... The tiny speech bubble actually says something like "They're goofing all over the place..." The word ボケ (boke) is the funny man in a manzai comedy duo (as opposed to the straight man), and/or the jokes that the person in that role makes.

YIPPEE!! (In Japanese, it's one continuous exclamation ↑ like so. Also, there are tiny music notes around the handwritten text in the wahoo speech bubble.)

Vash runs out of breath after celebrating (cleaned up in Overhaul). God he's so silly...

A small error - I would phrase Meryl's line as "[Now, now,] Don't get too ahead of yourself."

I love how in Japanese, Meryl calls Vash "a very dangerous person with chronic troublemaker disease (慢性トラブル症)." I'm saying this from now on.

She also sarcastically says that she's grateful of the stars' alignment that they were able to meet, while gorilla gripping Vash's hand.

Also, I never noticed how fucked up Nebraska's body was!? Maybe the memories just got rewritten by Stampede. but goddamn. gun for legs...giant mechanical hands...

Vash making a Kirby Ꙩ.Ꙩ face my beloved. just a little guy!! with some badass girls!!! The last line is 「…はい？」 which is like what??/huh??/alright?? etc. はい is a very versatile word ☝ lol

That's it for Chapter #03! As always, the Japanese annotations will be in the reblogs. I'll remember to write the post about Meryl's speech patterns sometime soon.

#getting faster at making these posts 👀#trigunbookclub #trigun annotation #trigun #trigun manga

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alessandriana · 10 months

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I'm curious about the scar removal actually

So that one was prompted by an exchange I had on twitter. Tl,dr, the EXR translation made it sound like it was Jiang Cheng who was desperate to get rid of the scars: Although Wei WuXian had never been hit by a discipline whip before, Jiang Cheng had been. Even after desperately trying, he couldn’t make the disgracing imprint fade one bit. This was why Wei WuXian would never misremember scars like this. (CH 11)

But the "he" in that sentence is quite ambiguous! Is it referring to Jiang Cheng... or to Wei Wuxian?

When the official translation came out, it seemed to support the latter interpretation:

While Wei Wuxian had never experienced this particular lashing himself, Jiang Cheng had. Wei Wuxian had wracked his brain to help him lighten that humiliating mark, but all efforts had been fruitless. Wei Wuxian would never mistake the sight of such a scar.

Later in the book, we get the flashback to Jiang Cheng waking up in the Wen supervisory office:

Finally, Jiang Cheng propped himself up on his elbows. He looked down at the wound from the discipline whip on his chest and let out a bitter laugh.

When the discipline whip struck, there was no removing the mark of shame. Against his own conscience, Wei Wuxian said, "Don't look. We'll find a way to get rid of it." (CH 60, official trans- EXR doesn't differ significantly)

From these, it honestly seems like Wei Wuxian is much more invested in getting rid of those scars than Jiang Cheng!

...All this to say, I found myself really wanting the story where WWX insists on helping JC get rid of those scars (whether JC wants help or not) and there's lots of chest touching and WWX has to sit on top of JC for some reason, and it's very sexy and they end up banging about it: The End.

And now a snippet, for those of you who've made it this far (NSFW under the cut):

The weeks passed, and battles were fought, and some were won and some were lost-- and some were a mix of the two.

It was after one of these latter that Jiang Cheng found Wei Wuxian setting his brushes and talismans up in his bedroom again.

They'd been loaned the use of a manor house by a sympathizer. It had been partially razed by the Wen, but there were still several buildings in good condition. Jiang Cheng had taken one of the rooms to the west-- it didn't have a bed anymore, but he'd set up his camp bed and it had been more than acceptable. It did have a low table, and that was where Wei Wuxian had lined up his things.

Jiang Cheng blinked at Wei Wuxian, startled. He'd almost forgotten about the last time-- consigned it to his list of embarrassing moments involving Wei Wuxian, of which there were many, and moved on. He'd assumed Wei Wuxian had done the same, and had given up this idea of his of getting rid of Jiang Cheng's scars.

"Jiang Cheng!" Wei Wuxian called, as Jiang Cheng entered. "Good, you're back-- what took you so long? The battle's been over for hours."

"It's been over for hours for you, maybe," Jiang Cheng said. Wei Wuxian was the reason the fight today had been a mixed win instead of a pure loss. He'd come through in the end with a mountain of corpses he'd dug up from a nearby graveyard, and with their help the Sunshot campaign had been able to beat back the Wen attack, giving them some breathing room while they recuperated. "Some of us had to help with the cleanup."

Wei Wuxian lounged on the floor as Jiang Cheng crossed over to the screen in the corner and began to disrobe. His outer garments were covered in blood and grime-- thankfully none of it his or his disciples'. "You weren't injured out there, right?"

Jiang Cheng could hear Wei Wuxian flopping around. "What, me? Hah! Those Wen couldn't get within fifty feet of me."

"Good," Jiang Cheng said, too tired to address the boasting. He'd personally seen a Wen soldier nearly take Wei Wuxian's head off just two days ago.

Jiang Cheng stripped down to his pants. There was a washbasin here, too, which had been filled fresh with water; maybe one of his disciples. He rinsed off with the cloth laid next to it. With each swipe of the cloth, some of his exhaustion disappeared, too.

When he came out he was in a better frame of mind to deal with the line of talismans, ink, and other supplies on the table. He said with heavy skepticism, "You really want to try this again?"

For a moment Jiang Cheng thought he saw a strange look in Wei Wuxian's eyes, a mix of trepidation and excitement; a strange energy. The look vanished so quickly Jiang Cheng wasn't even sure he'd seen it, replaced by something more mischievous. He grinned up at Jiang Cheng and said, "Yeah! I'm pretty sure I've got the right idea this time."

Jiang Cheng sighed. "If you say so," he grumbled, heading towards the bed and flopping down on his back. "But if you're just doing this to fuck with me--"

Wei Wuxian cackled, gathering up his supplies. "Nope! Not fucking with you," he said, dragging the table over to Jiang Cheng's side so it would be in easy reach. Jiang Cheng expected he would try leaning over this time, to avoid the previous problem.

Wei Wuxian finished setting up his stuff, and then-- swung his legs over Jiang Cheng's waist again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jiang Cheng squawked, bucking upwards. But Wei Wuxian had come prepared for this gambit, and he hooked his ankles under the edge of the bed and hung on as Jiang Cheng tried to escape. Finally Jiang Cheng had to admit defeat. He lay back on the bed with Wei Wuxian above him, heart pounding more than it really should have been.

Wei Wuxian said innocently, "I told you, didn't I? This is a much better position for writing the spells out."

"Surely there's some better way you can come up with--"

Wei Wuxian shrugged. "Simple's always best." Grinning a little to himself, he leaned forward and began to write.

The brush tickled cool across his skin. Wei Wuxian braced himself with a hand on Jiang Cheng's pec to keep himself steady. He kept shifting and squirming on top of Jiang Cheng as he wrote, tiny little motions that echoed throughout Jiang Cheng's entire body. The result was entirely predictable. Jiang Cheng felt his cock begin to thicken and swell.

Finally he said, strangled, "Enough."

Wei Wuxian's eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng's stomach as he wrote. "But I'm not done yet." Then he pulled back his brush to examine his work, hummed, and said, "Okay, I need more room."

Then he shifted backwards until he was sitting directly on top of Jiang Cheng's dick.

Jiang Cheng's hands flew up to Wei Wuxian's hips. "What the fuck!" His heart was hammering in his chest. He was going to throw up. He was so turned on he could hardly breathe.

Wei Wuxian didn't look up. "There," he said, and put the finishing touch on the spell, and then suddenly there was power flowing through the spellwork and also somehow it was coming from Jiang Cheng's dick, or at least that's what it felt like, and then--

--then the ink burst into flames.

This killed both the pending discussion and Jiang Cheng's boner as they endeavored to put it out.

Afterwards, they didn't talk about it.

#mdzs #chengxian #memery #ask meme #jiang cheng

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deadkat-art · 9 months

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Arteriovenous Malformation, or AVM for short obstructs your way.

Your sense of sight feels off, yet you can "see" everything. Or can you? There seems to be a blind spot... Maybe?

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Here's another twitter/newgrounds repost while I set my tumblr account up!

I got diagnosed with this thing mid-january and it wasn't a fun moment, to be perfectly honest. I don't mind it as much now since it's not a big deal (extremely small chance of it getting worse, doesn't impact my day to day life, etc.) but it means I'll have to live with a slight visual "blur"/shimmer for at least a good while since getting rid of it would most likely mean getting rid of my left eye's sense of sight (best thing I could compare it to would be a very tiny and localised "visual tinnitus" in the sense that you only really start noticing it if you pay attention to it, but it's always there).

This piece started as a fun "goat with lotsa eyes and 3D veins" idea, but it then morphed into a representation of the malformation itself around february, kinda like another older piece I made to represent the cyst I had back then.

There also are a bunch of small details I'm really happy with, like all the subpixelling on the main character, a small cleanup step to take out some noise added by the blender rendering (mainly at the very bottom of the piece. I didn't clean all of it up, but I cleaned up some which I usually don't do) and the cleaned up sine wave leg tendrils which were animated once by offsetting them each frame by x amount of pixels and then manually touched up to look better, so all and all, a good amount of effort went into this.

#pixel art #art #pixel animation #blender3d #pixel gif #goat #eyes #tendrils #veins #my art

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jedibongrip · 10 months

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title: from now until forever (spend the night together) relationship: anakin/obiwan rating: E word count: 2.8k tags/warnings: PWP, stewjoni biology, weird stewjoni biology, homestuck genitalia, nooks and bulges

summary: Anakin doesn’t know how Obi-Wan manages to look so cocky, cool and confident, and self-assured while sitting spread-legged and dick out. Well, bulge out, technically. That’s what Obi-Wan called it when he described in detail what he wanted to do with Anakin when they finally saw each other again, voice tinny and staticky over the comm, as he told Anakin to touch himself from hundreds of parsecs away. A/N: one of my entries for Stewjoni Biology Week!! featuring classic homestuck troll biology :) to see all the fics and art that were posted check out the AO3 collection or the twitter !! this also fulled my AU square for obikin bingo @obikin-events for full list of tags on this fic, go to ao3!

Anakin doesn’t know how Obi-Wan manages to look so cocky, cool and confident, and self-assured while sitting spread-legged and dick out. Well, bulge out, technically. That’s what Obi-Wan called it when he described in detail what he wanted to do with Anakin when they finally saw each other again, voice tinny and staticky over the comm, as he told Anakin to touch himself from hundreds of parsecs away.

Anakin can’t help but keep his legs tightly pressed together, his hands keep moving to try to cover his dick. He’s half-hard already and has been since the Resolute docked on the same planet as Obi-Wan. When they finally reunited, Obi-Wan had pressed a gentle, almost shy, kiss against Anakin’s lips - the first in the many months since they’d been apart. What they had was both new and old - new in that they finally broke down the barriers between platonic, familial, romantic, and sexual that previously stood in their way, but old because their urges and feelings were well-worn and familiar.

They just hadn’t gotten the chance to have sex yet. The last time they were close enough to touch, Obi-Wan was injured and Anakin was busy with Ahsoka, and it was only just before both were shipped out to opposite edges of the galaxy that Anakin broke down. Pathetic and embarrassed, crying like a child that he didn’t want them to part, crying until Obi-Wan pressed a cool hand to his face and told him that he didn’t want them to part either. And since then, it had just been sending messages over the comms whenever they had a spare moment, calling each other when one was just walking up and the other finally going to sleep, sending charged and longing glances at each other as they projected into meetings.

Now they were together. And Anakin had no clue what to do. When he first ran into Obi-Wan’s arms, he shyly suggested that they sneak away from the Negotiator and the military docks. They could go closer to town and find a hotel. Obi-Wan shook his head and chuckled at Anakin’s confused expression.

“We’d have to pay a fortune in cleanup fees,” Obi-Wan said. “My quarters are better suited for what I have in store for you.”

Sitting naked on Obi-Wan’s bed, watching as Obi-Wan’s bulge slithers out of the smooth, rounded sheath - his nook, Anakin thinks dumbly - leaving a watery blue mark on everything it brushes against, Anakin finally understands what Obi-Wan meant when he talked about clean up fees. He almost forgets to breathe as he watches it unsheath, the base getting wider the more it comes out, the flexible, tapered tip growing more adventurous as it can reach further. The whole appendage is a majestic teal-blue, as is and the slick that drips off of it. The few times Anakin has been unfortunate enough to see Obi-Wan bleed, his blood had been the same.

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, the teasing note in his voice almost insufferable. “Is it up to your standards?”

“I have no idea what to do with it,” Anakin admits, feeling hopelessly juvenile. While his own dick twitches, Obi-Wan’s flicks around and squirms. Obi-Wan brings a hand to it, and the bulge wraps around it. Not the other way around.

“You could touch it, to start.” The teasing lilt of his tone has diminished but not disappeared entirely. “Don’t worry, dear. It won’t bite.”

Anakin grumbles but scoots closer to Obi-Wan, who leans back against the headboard of his bed, looking as comfortable as ever. Anakin brings a tentative hand, his flesh hand, to the writhing limb and jumps when it surges over to meet it. The tip twitches and worms its way between his fingers, curling around them, like it's trying to hold his hand. It’s not as firm as Anakin’s dick, there’s more give underneath the slimy skin, but it’s strong enough to spread and squeeze together Anakin’s fingers at will. He’s surprised by how much colder it is than he expected. Not freezing or unpleasant, but noticeably cooler than his skin. (He always loved how cool and comforting Obi-Wan always felt. There was nothing better than his Master laying a chilly hand on his forehead when he was feverish as a child or his refreshing embrace after a spar gone well.)

He lets out a giggle, silly and stupid, as he moves his hand in a mimicry of how he jerks off. The bulge moves with him, guiding him, keeping his attention solely on it to not let it slip from his grasp. Translucent blue fluid bleeds through the gaps in Anakin’s fingers and drips down his wrist until it splatters onto the thick towels that Obi-Wan laid out on top of his sheets.

“See,” Obi-Wan’s voice almost startles Anakin, so caught up was he. His voice has a breathy quality to it now, and when Anakin glances up at his face, he sees Obi-Wan’s half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Nothing to be worried about.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Anakin lies. He pouts when Obi-Wan snorts. “I wasn’t!”

“No, no, of course, you weren’t.” Before Anakin can argue some more, he presses on. “Did you prepare yourself like I told you?”

Anakin flushes a deeper pink. He nods softly. “Yes, Master.”

It was agonizing, trying to sneak away from his crew long enough to finger himself open (“At least three wide and as deep as you can reach.”) and put in the long, tapered plug that Obi-Wan shipped to him. (How he managed to sneak the package in with the regular shipment of rations, medical supplies, and parts, Anakin didn’t know.) For hours, Anakin had to walk, sit, and move through the Resolute, as if there wasn’t a silicon toy in his ass. He only found relief after Obi-Wan had let him to his room with a large hand resting on his lower back and when he excused himself to the washroom to freshen up. As soon as the plug was out, abandoned in the sink (Obi-Wan made him wear it, so he could clean it up.), Anakin missed the stretch and heft of it. Now, he understood why Obi-Wan insisted he wore it.

“Such a good boy,” Obi-Wan praises. Anakin smiles and his dick twitches, getting even harder. “What position do you want to start in?”

Anakin has imagined himself in so many of them with Obi-Wan but the twisting bulge in his hand, and the leaking slit that he can spy underneath, where it's coming out of, have wiped his mind blank.

“What’s easiest for your… uh… for you?”

Obi-Wan grins wolfishly. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, dear.” He leans over and presses a sweet kiss against Anakin’s open mouth. Anakin’s eyelids flutter and he presses closer, moaning lightly. Hunched over uncomfortably, hand around Obi-Wan’s dick and making out with him, Anakin would be happy even if they just spent the rest of the night like this. But Obi-Wan promised all sorts of strange and wonderful things and it seems like he’s intent on doing as many as he can.

“Why don’t you lay back and we can see how it goes from there,” Obi-Wan suggests as he pulls back. A spiderweb-thin string of spit hangs and stretches between them. Anakin can’t take his eyes off of it until it snaps and drips down his chin. It takes him a moment to register what Obi-Wan said but once he does he nods. It takes another moment to let go and pull his hand away from Obi-Wan’s bulge, reluctant as it is to lose Anakin’s pleasurable grasp.

On his back, Anakin realizes just how many towels Obi-Wan has layered onto the usually stiff beds that, even Jedi General, are given. It’s almost plush from all the layers. Anakin wonders whether Obi-Wan had to save up for all these towels, whether he had to consciously plan to use them for this evening, or whether they count as a species accommodation and were provided for him. Anakin hopes it is the latter - that all the bickering at the senate over military funding and taxes ended up funding the towels that Anakin is going to get fucked on. Even if it isn’t, he’s sure that Obi-Wan will get a kick out of it when he tells him what he’s thinking. It can wait until later, though.

Obi-Wan gets to his knees and hovers over Anakin, planting a hand next to his head and smiling down at him.

“Hi,” Anakin whispers and immediately feels silly for doing so. But Obi-Wan just smiles wider.

“Hello,” he replies. “Are you comfortable?”

Anakin nods.

“Alright. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Unlikely, Anakin thinks. He strains his neck to watch as Obi-Wan grabs his bulge, starting at the thick back and sliding his hand towards the tip, holding it steady as he shuffles closer to Anakin’s winking hole.

“Oh,” he gasps when he feels it stroke his hole. He spreads his legs wider, earning him another ‘good boy’ from Obi-Wan, as he presses his bulge into Anakin. At first, it doesn’t want to go in, too content mapping the rest of Anakin’s ass with its blue film. Then, it catches Anakin’s rim, feels how warm and wet and open Anakin is for it, and it starts squirming to get into it. The tip is so thin, only a little thicker than Anakin’s pinky, but it quickly grows in thickness. The cool, watery slick that it produces eases the slide-in.

Obi-Wan stops just shy of pressing all the way in, but Anakin already feels stretched so wide. Unlike his fingers or any toys he’s ever used, Obi-Wan’s bulge keeps moving even while his body is still, flailing and twisting deliciously inside him. Anakin lets out a breathy moan.

“You like that?” Obi-Wan asks, teasingly. Anakin nods. “I knew you would.”

“Shut up,” Anakin whines. Obi-Wan complies, but only because he decides to start thrusting, pulling his hips back until only the first few inches of him are left inside, and then all the way forward, each time getting closer to being fully sheathed in Anakin’s ass.

It’s embarrassing, how quickly Anakin loses the ability to control the words he says or how loudly he says them. How could he be expected to remain poised when Obi-Wan was reaching so deep inside that Anakin thought he always feel empty after tonight? His bulge kept brushing against his prostate and curling back on itself, stretching him even wider. Each motion makes Anakin’s legs shake. He reaches up with his mechohand to tug at Obi-Wan’s hair. His Master moans as he lets Anakin pull him down into a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated, spit bubbling between the corners of their lips. With his free hand, Anakin reaches between their bodies - his warm and mostly hairless, Obi-Wan’s cool and hairy - and wraps his flesh hand, still sticky and slick from touching Obi-Wan’s bulge, around his dick. He moans just at the thought of using Obi-Wan’s precome as lube, much less the actual sensation of it.

Anakin’s moans and little screams of pleasure only increase as Obi-Wan gets rougher. Each thrust is accompanied by wet sounds, as Obi-Wan’s bulge leaks more fluid until it drips out of Anakin’s hole and down his ass when he’s not plugged full. When Obi-Wan finally presses all the way in Anakin’s hole is stretched wider than it’s ever been before. He feels breathless and Obi-Wan sounds breathless as he grinds against Anakin’s ass for a few seconds. The tip of Obi-Wan’s bulge seems to understand that Anakin is teetering on the edge and it presses and undulates against his prostate. It only takes a few more sloppy strokes of his cock and Obi-Wan pressing adoring kisses against his neck and Anakin is crooning as he comes.

He expects Obi-Wan to give him a moment to calm down. Instead, Obi-Wan groans as he watches Anakin come undone and, bizarrely, shuffles toward the edge of the bed, pulling Anakin along with him.

Anakin makes a noise of confusion as he’s dragged but Obi-Wan just shushes him by pressing two fingers into Anakin’s mouth for him to suck. It’s nearly automatic, the way Anakin wraps his lips and tongue around them. He isn’t happy that it’s being used as a silencing tactic but lets Obi-Wan maneuver him until his ass is hanging off the edge, supported by a now-standing Obi-Wan.

Anakin feels better about his comparatively shorter fuse when he realizes how erratic Obi-Wan’s movements have become. His hair is flustered to his face and his eyes glazed over, mouth slightly slack. Still tingly with pleasure, but no longer drowning in it, Anakin feels how wet his ass and the back of his thighs are now. Drops of blue liquid splash out with every thrust. It drips down Obi-Wan’s chest, some drops are even stuck in his beard.

As Obi-Wan’s moans get louder and his thrusts get sloppy, more slick spills out of his bulge. Anakin’s dick twitches and Anakin lazily jerks it. Obi-Wan hunches over Anakin again but now it seems more involuntary. He pants and curses.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Anakin, oh, I’m going to come.”

“Yeah?” Anakin whispers. “You gonna do it inside?”

“Really?” Obi-Wan asks. Inside, Anakin feels his bulge thrashing, pressing against Anakin’s soft and tender walls. He tries clenching around it and Obi-Wan makes the most delicious sounds. “Are you sure?”

Anakin thought he was the romantic, but Obi-Wan sees starstruck at the idea. He nods. “Yes, Master. Please come, I want to feel you.”

Obi-Wan has never agreed to anything Anakin’s said so fast before. The few sweet words are enough in his love-drunk state. A few more minutes of choppy thrusting, his bulge practically twisting itself in knots, and he’s coming, groaning lowly. Instantly, Anakin realizes why Obi-Wan seemed so surprised that he wanted him to come inside.

As Obi-Wan comes, more translucent slick oozes out of every pore of his bulge, even dripping out of his nook. Instead of the steady drip… drip… drip that had been leaking out of him before, now a veritable wave gushes out of Anakin every time either he or Obi-Wan moves. It splashes on the industrial tiled floor of the bedroom, splashing to cover Obi-Wan’s feet, legs, and the edges of the towels. Anakin, also, realizes why Obi-Wan moved them. Drains are in every room on the ship to make the olympian task of cleaning these flying war machines possible. Instead of having to replace an entire mattress, Obi-Wan and Anakin will only have to awkwardly smuggle a few mops into Obi-Wan's room to clean up.

For all the slick that leaks out, more of it stays plugged inside Anakin, as Obi-Wan continues fucking into him and his bulge writhes. Anakin groans in pleasure and pain, as his tummy begins to be pressed taut from all the liquid stuck inside. When Obi-Wan peels his eyes open from where they’ve fluttered shut, the sight of Anakin squirming, filled with come, makes him moan even louder, and another wave of slick pulses out.

It feels like forever and a day of being stretched and filled, but finally, Obi-Wan pulls out. He moves slowly, letting a steady stream of blue genetic material leak out until Anakin is a shaky, moaning mess. His hole twitches and flutters as Obi-Wan’s bulge finally slips out, less firm than it was before, but still moving autonomously. His legs are shaking and he needs Obi-Wan’s shuffle back onto the bed, a trail of blue leaking out of him, staining the towels with each movement.

He pants heavily but looks at Obi-Wan with wide pleading eyes until he crawls onto the bed and lays next to him. Against Anakin’s sweaty skin, his Master’s cool touch is a welcome respite.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin rasps, twisting until he can look Obi-Wan in the eye. He has so many things he wants to say. That was amazing. That was the weirdest fucking thing that I’ve ever done. I want to do it every night. I don’t want to leave you. Let me stay here forever. Instead, he swallows and asks, “How long until we can do that again?”

Obi-Wan barks out a laugh. He reaches for Anakin’s flesh hand, tacky with come, and holds it tenderly. “No need to rush. We have all night, love.”

Anakin wants to say That’s the problem, it’s only for the night. He wants to say I want to bottle this feeling so that I’ll always have it.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Obi-Wan hums. “Give me until I can walk again and then let you swallow my bulge until you choke.”

Anakin swallows and licks his lip. “Okay,” he says. “Alright. Don’t take too long, then.”

Obi-Wan chuckles and looks at him lovingly. “I’ll do my best, Anakin.”

#bongrip writes #obikin fic #nooks and bulges #obikin #stewjoni biology #its been a hot min cuz i was busy and getting Diagnosed lmao but i posted 3 fics recently!!!#not gonna post the other stewjoni bio week fics here cuz they r.. more intense lol #stewjoni biology week

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rreskk · 11 months

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I love all of your headcannons and fanfics so much, I check in daily like it’s the newspaper lmao

If you are cool with it I’m interested in your take/headcannons for Trevor being with someone who has contamination ocd/germaphobia? I have those myself and don’t know how that would work out at all, though I still love him lol

Hope you’re doing well! You’re like a pillar of this community rn and just wanted to thank you for sharing your work!

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Ahhh! Much love! Honestly, I’m doing as much as I can because no one likes a dead fandom. Even though there are still dozens of Trevor edits on TikTok and Twitter content, there is never enough fanfictions. I try my best to deliver the best I can. This really means a lot to me. Much love!!❤️

HEADCANONS: Trevor with a S/O that has contamination OCD

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-You might have to pull a Patricia and cleanup his trailer… that’s if you can handle the state it’s already in.

-“what? What’s wrong with the place?” He’d constantly cry out.

-It would take a lot of persuading to actually make him help you. Get Trevor to handle the dirty work and you can alternatively make sure it doesn’t get as dirty.

-“why are you gagging? It’s just some shit stains?” “ON YOUR BED?” “We fucked here last night, you know?” “I KNOW!”

-He will take a while to get used to your OCD. He still gets so shocked when you force him to wash his hands as soon as he comes in.

-“You can kiss me… once you take a shower.” “You are fucking with me, right?”

-A bit more arguments that usual but Trevor will come to the conclusion that you are more important than not being clean. He will finally come to his senses.

-At the end of the day, he enjoys coming home to a clean environment that smells of warm laundry and antibacterial wipes. Nevertheless, if you ‘managed’ to persuade him to shower more often, he’ll start smelling apart of it.

-“I’m not having your human soup. Stand back, I’ll make us something to eat instead.”

-Occasionally he’ll make a state of the place and you just… learnt to deal with it (through many mental breakdowns). This is enough to encourage Trevor to clean up after himself though.

-“Alright, sugar, I just been to Michaels and he said my clothes have never looked so cleaned before.” “Yeah, what’s the problem?” “You are taking away my identity.” “…Fuck you, Trevor.”

-it’ll become his natural instinct to walk on and clean off the blood from his body after whatever he gets up to. You just have to inject that routine through promises of sex and a hell lot of persuasion… of booze (and sex).

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #gta 5 #trevor philips/you #trevor philips headcanons

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I’ve known about Travis for years being an NFL fan and just wanna say that these tweets should come as a surprise to no one. LOL. He’s a millennial pro football player. Also - for anyone whose in the tumblr space thinking he is unproblematic king unlike the other white men - y’all. He’s an NFL player. Between this league and the NBA you will not find a single hot man without problems. Sorry just trying to be real. Btw the rest of the tumblr white kings even with all their racist girlfriends (you can guess which guys I’m referring to) will not hold a problematic candle to guys like Travis. Imagine his IG DMs (LOL).

Tweets and comments made like this were totally normal and unfortunately accepted 13 years ago. Doesn’t make it right or not problematic but the bro/frat culture was huge back in like 2007-2012, and those were formative years for this generation. In college all my guy friends talked like Travis did but they did not go public with someone like Taylor swift 😆.

I don’t think Travis is a bad guy at all, he’s just normal TBH, but this just goes to show if you dig hard enough, you can find “dirt” on just about anyone.

They’re not as surprising as they are disappointing. It’s funny how Travis had time to clean up his IG, and deleted over 200 posts, but not his Twitter.

I don’t know if anyone who is “unproblematic” though. And I have said Travis is gearing up for his post NFL career. So we’re going to see some major cleanups. It is what it is.

And you’re right, tweets like those were unfortunately “normal”. But when you go public with someone like Taylor, best believe shit like this will resurface. Again, why worry about his IG when his Twitter had their own treasures 🫣

I think Travis is a white successful man. I’m sure by now he has grown and learned. He seems very well rounded, but he’s not perfect. Nobody is.

#Jen.ask

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After-party of All-night Gaming and Cuddling

Leviathan x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: all-night gaming, cuddling, falling asleep together (platonically) on the floor, cute and fluff, expect a spew of dialogue about games, birthday celebration

A/N: This is my part for Levi's birthday collaboration! I paired with a wonderful artist (Twitter) who did such a cute piece (tumblr). Their piece is under the cut at the end of the story.

“What’re ya doin’ lettin’ him slip by you like that?”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I told you to go around the other way!”

“Hey, Satan! Quit tryin’ to run away, and get over here!”

“Not another step, Asmo. Stay away from me, Mammon! Get off, you idiot!”

You winced as you heard the loud ruckus in the kitchen from the dining room. The birthday party for Levi had dissolved into a mess of an afterparty. Beel was distracted finishing off all the leftovers, and Belphie had disappeared to take a nap. Mammon and Asmo had had their fill of too much Demonus. At some point during cleanup they caught Satan in the kitchen and had started harassing him.

“Hey, MC, do you want to go hang out in my room?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, the party is pretty much over at this point, right?”

An abrupt shriek from Asmo cut you off before you could reply, causing you and Levi to snap your heads in the direction of the kitchen. Almost instinctively, you went to sort out the trouble before the situation got worse, but Levi stopped you, shaking his head as you turned your attention back to him.

“It’ll be instant game over for you if you go in there at this point,” he warned with an incredulous look, like he couldn’t believe you would be willing to walk into a scenario where Satan could be armed with kitchen knives that he would gladly be using as makeshift darts.

“S-Satan, just calm down for a minute, would ya?!”

“I told you to leave me alone.” An explosion of what sounded like cast iron and metal clanging onto the floor heavily startled you. Levi gave a grimacing look over your shoulder as shattering crashes followed shortly afterwards. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!”

“Ahh! Mammon, this is all your fault!”

“Wha--! You were in on this just as much as I was, ya bastard!”

The only thing louder than the destruction was the twin screams of panic and terror as Satan wreaked havoc just a room away. A thought that popped into your head was that hopefully he would be mindful of your bedroom in his blind rage. A second thought was that you hoped he would avoid destroying the skillet you liked to use when you were on cooking duty.

“MC, listen. An impending doom is coming. I can feel it in my bones. So, before it happens, I think we should make our escape before Lucifer comes back.”

Lucifer had left the house unsupervised to see Diavolo and Barbatos off, but he would be returning soon. You knew it would be a bad idea to be in the vicinity when he discovered the state of the kitchen, in utter ruins in the short frame of time he was gone. While you did feel bad for Mammon and Asmo at the moment, you knew whatever punishment that Lucifer would pass judgment on to them would be far worse than what Satan was currently doing. In hindsight of similar events, you knew this was unavoidable and decided to wash your hands of the problem before you got dragged into it.

“We should probably skedaddle before we get caught in any crossfires.”

“Yeah, agreed. Let’s go!”

Leaving the cacophonous commotion downstairs, the retreat to his room was a smooth success. When you passed the door frame, Levi shut the door and locked it. A preventive measure to keep two certain idiots that would probably try to flee to wherever you would be to lessen the severity of Lucifer’s anger.

“Ahhh, I can already feel myself recharging! Birthday or not, a party is a party, and I’m not cut out for all those high levels of energy. I feel totally drained.”

“So, what did you want to do?”

Despite his complaint of fatigue, his tired demeanor immediately lit up with energy. It was something you noticed before, but his recovery time after entering his bedroom was astoundingly similar to how your phone charged from a low battery to an impressive mid-range percentage in several minutes with the DevilishlyTurbo charger you recently bought. The comparison tickled you enough to make you giggle under your breath.

“Now that you’re here, we can play Devil Kart 8 Deluxe! This is an enhanced version that has a ton of new tracks and overhauled mechanics and new content that will be released in waves. A few waves have already been released, and I played a bit of it myself and put a ton of hours into winning the tournaments to unlock tracks and characters for, uh… for us to use. I wanted to play with you after the party, so I put my all into making sure I got all the content that’s currently available. I think there are some stages and vehicles you would like.”

Levi plopped himself on the rug in front of his television. He gestured to the open space next to him, and you sat beside him. Sitting so close to him, listening to him explain the game and all the stuff he unlocked for you both to be able to enjoy, you noticed a difference in his excitement from during the party. It might have been a subtle thing or maybe not, but the way his eyes flashed and the broad smile he had while explaining in his long-winded fashion all the new things the game included or brought back and would get eventually and the animated, wild gestures he made that almost bumped into you a couple times, it all seemed less reserved and more natural. It made you positively giddy watching him be himself.

“Anyway, I already have it all hooked up to the T.V., so we can race together with these instead of the gamepads. I bought them specifically to match the racing element of the game!” Levi indicated to two steering wheel controllers. A tinge of a blush reddened his cheeks as he glanced from the gaming setup to you. “S-So… do you wanna play together until my birthday is over?”

“Uh, yeah, definitely!” You grabbed the controller closest to you and gave Levi a cocky look. “I’ve been practicing a lot since you practically demolished me last time we played a racing game, but this time you’re going to get your butt kicked!”

He looked stunned by your laydown of a challenge, but you could see his competitive spirit coming out in the smugness of his attitude as he picked up the other controller. “You say that practically every time we play a versus game. If you want a chance to beat someone, you should go challenge Belphie or Asmo. No one has a chance of surpassing me at video games!”

“Yeah, okay. No being a sore loser over it when I beat you, then. I know how you can get super salty when you get bested, especially after letting yourself get too overconfident.”

“Shut up lol! I don’t know what you’re even talking about!” Levi had a pinched line that kind of resembled the condescending smirk when he had mouthed off, but you could tell his few losses were a bit more than skin level insults to him. “If you think I’m going to pull any punches now, then---”

“When have you ever pulled punches during a game?! You always play to win no matter what!”

“OMG, hurry up and choose a character already!”

You had a few good moments during a couple races, like how you stole his first-place position by using the most agonizing offensive item the game had, the bat banana peel, at the last possible moment or how you would knock Levi off roads to drop his placement and slow him down. Some of his rages were so legitimate you could only stare wide-eyed with a stiff smirk that was pinned in place by genuine nervousness. After a triple dozen races, the majority mostly won by Levi, the fiery retorts, heat-of-the-moment insults, and mocking jeers settled into more friendly comments about the game itself and the updated graphics and the characters that were being brought over from other games under Funtendo’s licensing.

Hours slipped by, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier as you tried your best to fight against your tiredness. You wanted to stay up as long as you could with Levi. Yeah, it was definitely past midnight now, but you were having a lot of fun. Stopping now felt like prematurely ending the moment, but exhaustion was waiting for you each time you blinked, lingering in that split second of darkness to persuade you to keep your eyes closed and submit to it. It was getting harder and harder to open your eyes again. You knew you had to tap out before you actually passed out.

“Levi, I don’t think I can keep going. I’m about to fall asleep sitting up.”

“Aww... Okay. You have been crashing into the walls and stuff a lot, anyway.”

You began the motions to get up so you could return to your own room, but Levi stopped you when he grabbed your arm. “Wh-- Hey! Where are you going?!”

“To my room?”

“Y-You don’t have to leave just because we stopped playing! I still, um, want to spend time with you. I know it isn’t my birthday anymore, but… I mean, if you’re tired you can just watch me play a game, instead!”

Levi leaned forward to where his handheld Funtendo console was docked and pulled it out. You watched him as he sorted through the menus and confirmations, before he turned it around to show you the opening title of the game he was referring to.

“There is this other game that I’ve gotten into called Anima 3! It combines elements of standard role-playing and simulation games in a really interesting way. It kind of has hints of dating sim mechanics, but the dating function itself isn’t really important. That part of the game is more integral when you start entering the dungeon at nighttime. The relationships you build in your daily life affect the battle levels and stuff, because the more you strengthen them, the higher the level you get for different types of power. Oh, do you know about tarot cards? The game heavily bases itself around the Major Arcana cards. Anyway, the relationships you work to maintain relate to the certain creatures that you use in fights. So, keeping the balance of social links and your strength up is super important! You pretty much have free reign during the day except for scripted events. This game is so deep and intricately well done with the way it weaves the plot between characters and their personal developments and friendships. I’ve even teared up at a few scenes, like this one where one of the characters that finally came back to the dormitory where the group lives – oh, yeah, he was a part of the original members before he left, because – ah, that is totally a spoiler, sorry – so, he comes back, and he starts to find a place with the group again, but something terri-- AH! I almost completely ruined his story arc for you! Uh, so, yeah, I mean, this game is pretty amazing, and it even has a really good soundtrack that I’ve been listening to nonstop since I downloaded it.”

Levi rambled and gushed about the details of the game and its story while he loaded up the current save slot. You were a bit lost on some of the context he was giving, but he was enthusiastic about showing it to you, so you just let him talk.

Once the game was ready, he brought himself next to you. Unfortunately, the jellyfish mobile was casting their lights on the display of the console from your spot, so you leaned more into Levi, trying to lessen the obscuring glare. That resolved your issue for the most part, but now Levi had his arm pinned uncomfortably. He angled the game so you could see it better and so you could get off him, but honestly, it just seemed to be more awkward, because now he was trying to reposition himself without ruining your viewpoint.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” Levi said after ascending a few of the dungeon floors. “Can you move away a bit?”

Puzzled, you scooched yourself apart from Levi as he stretched his legs out, spreading them open enough for a decent amount of space in-between them. He gave you a flustered look as he patted the floor twice. “How about you, um, come sit here, and then I can… uh, I mean, it’ll just be easier on both of us this way, okay?”

Hiding an involuntary smile at his embarrassed thoughtfulness, you sat yourself in-between his legs and scooted into what felt like an acceptable spot. You could feel Levi against your back. He was stiff and hesitant to relax, but he was simultaneously invitingly warm. This was so much cozier compared to the twisted, leaning position. Levi brought his arms around you, locking you into an open embrace as he held his gaming console in front you. You could both share the screen now without compromising uncomfortable postures now.

Or so you thought, anyway. Levi was struggling with adjusting with the way he was trying to hold the game. His arms would slightly squeeze you and extend forward, but then he would widen his elbows out and bring the console in too close. He fiddled with a range of different forms before he dropped the console in defeat, sighing dramatically.

“You’re going to have to be a little bit closer for me to be able to do this right. Here...”

An arm snaked itself around your waist, and Levi dragged you backwards with a smooth ease until you were completely in his lap. He closed his legs around yours, drawing in a knee so that it framed your left hip. This was basically a hug in all senses of the word with how he was holding you. The space was tighter but not too imposing. It felt more authentic than the spacious attempt you had tried to do, and from the relaxed shift of weight behind you, you could tell Levi felt better about this new arrangement.

Settling into Levi, you could feel his chest steadily moving, lulling you into a relaxation. It was a rarity to be this intimately close with him, and being inside his personal space, you could pick up whiffs of his smell. His scent was a slightly sharp and pungent smell, almost medicinal, but with impressions of a sweet and warm undertone that balanced out the more distinct smell. A soothing resinous-like odor that vaguely reminded you of the seashore. The enticement of sleep was more inviting with his arms around you, nudging you on occasion when his arms twitched as he pressed buttons. The soft clicks from the control pad only added to the lullaby of senses. Barely focusing on the game screen, the colors were becoming blurs and smudges as Levi played on, unaware of your drifting consciousness.

He had such a habit of losing himself into the worlds of 2D media, but he came back to reality when he needed to stretch his aching arms. A little bit ashamed and sheepish about the fact he forgot about you, he tried to play it off with just how immersive the gameplay was, running off with the excuse that Anima 3 was just that phenomenal and so on.

“So, what do you think so far?”

He paused for a reply, but silence was the only thing that answered his question.

“Hey, are you ignoring me..?”

Your lack of a response diverted just enough of his concentration that Levi finally noticed something was off with you. He glanced down, and his attention for the game diminished almost completely when he realized that you were dead asleep in his lap. He felt his cheeks flare up instantly as his brain tried to process this turn of development.

“Hey..! Whoa whoa whoa! Are you actually seriously asleep right now?!”

Self-consciousness of the situation and shocked nerves rattled him, and his hands started shaking, vibrating the game. It almost slipped out of his grasp, and he barely caught it before it dropped on you. Levi froze motionless as he waited to see if the sudden movement was going to cause you to rouse from your slumber. You were gone from the world, though, thoroughly beyond anything minor waking you up.

“Hgnahhh…” When he released a breath that had been unconsciously caught it came out as a weird, whiney sighing noise that made his heated cheeks burn more. Levi scrunched his eyebrows in dismay and ignored the mocking thought of how you would have definitely laughed if you had heard it.

Saving the progress in the game and turning it off, Levi placed it out of the way. A sudden wave of tiredness made his body feel heavy, and the warmth you were giving off only added to the effect of drowsiness that he didn’t feel like fighting off. Bracing an arm around you as he lounged back on the rug, moving cautiously so he wouldn’t disturb you awake from his movements, it donned on him as he cuddled with you that he was essentially being used as a body pillow. The blush he was sporting was probably a sight to see as it went in for round three of displaying his awkwardness.

Hugging you more onto him, your head rising and falling with each breath that he took, Levi made peace with his hangups and the high chance one of his brothers might barge into his room in the later hours of the morning, but for right now, he was enjoying his time alone with you. It was still in the remnants of his birthday and having you with him was a perfect conclusion to a day that was focused on him by his brothers and the royalty of the Devildom. It wasn’t too long before Levi fell asleep himself, unaware and uncaring of the wails of despair coming from the kitchen from sources that had strung up to the ceiling.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathanbday2023 #jess writes #obey me collab

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