#ace ride flag

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 196

So. Tucker might’ve done an oopsie. But it’s not his fault! How was he supposed to know you weren’t supposed to even be able to hack into the watchtower with a PDA? He uses PDAs for everything, and it’s not like it’s even hard???

…

Why are the heroes looking at him like that? 

[alexhasalotofthoughts]

I think about how I was making an edit for mine and my friend's Ace Attorney AU when the Queen died like at least once a week cos that's so random of me.

[missacensnakelover]

The Gangreen Gang all enjoying the wave pool at Hurricane Harbor (Six Flags)!

Made by me! (x)

[chaotic-archaeologist]

got a question for ya regarding sex and online safety.

Background; I am an adulty adult. I have been able to and have voted in more than 3 elections. [I know you take interactions with minors seriously]. I am also ace and autistic. as a result I have never felt the urge to date and I normally don't mind having friends close by.

However, I also just moved for the 4th time since 2019 and would like to meet people.

So I downloaded Grindr. already got my first dickpic lol. I have also been chatting with a fellow who I like and would like to be friends with and I also wouldn't mind exploring my kinks with people... but I have never had to worry about safe online sexy stuff before so I don't know the basics beyond normal internet safety.

What do I do‽‽‽

Okay first, thanks for clarifying the adulty part. This is an awesome question, and here's the advice/steps that I personally follow for situations like this.

Have your first meeting in a public place. Go for coffee or ice cream or lunch or dinner or whatever. But don't meet them alone. This way, if you get uncomfortable with anything that's happening, they're much less likely to continue with that behavior after you attempt to extricate yourself.

Make sure there are no expectations. Plan not to have sex on the first date/meet up. Grindr often tends to ignore this rule since it's very hookup centric, but you're absolutely within your rights to insist on taking things as slowly as you want to.

Don't rely on the other person for transportation. If you choose to meet someone, get yourself there and plan to get yourself back. Walk, bike, drive, public transportation, unicycle, it's all good. But there's much less room for pressure if you're not depending on them for a ride home. This segues nicely into my next point:

Do not tell them where you live. At least, not right now. Plenty of people on Grindr are willing to "host" meaning you can come to their place. That's fine for them, but I err on the side of never giving anyone my address until I've had a thorough chance to assess their character and meet them a few times.

Tell someone where you will be. Let someone who cares about you know that you're going out, where you'll be, and what time you expect to return. Establish a time to check in when you're going home/if you choose to extend the meeting. There are also apps like Noonlight that can function similarly.

Be careful about what you consume. If you're going to enjoy and mind alternating substances, be very, very careful. This goes for anything from getting drinks at a bar to any and all of the recreational drugs on the market.

Be prepared for a little bit of awkwardness. Meeting someone in person is often very different than chatting online. If the conversation is awkward or halting, that's okay. Give it a little time (but also don't be afraid to trust your gut if it's telling you something is wrong).

Communicate clearly. If you have any needs—which can range from an allergy, not being able to stand for long periods of time, needing them to speak loudly so you can hear them, safety concerns—the best way to get those met is to be upfront. You don't need to disclose the reason why you need something if it makes you uncomfortable, just state what you need. People worth spending time with will respect that. The same thing goes for your wants.

Use protection. Maybe this isn't applicable for you specifically, but I think it belongs on this list. Condoms. Dental dams. Gloves. Someone on an app telling you they're negative for any number of things is not an actual guarantee they're not lying to you. Not wanting to use protection (not just for anal/vaginal intercourse, but for oral sex as well) is a huge red flag. Decide in advance what your boundaries are and stick to them.

If it sucks, hit da bricks. Fundamentally, you owe this person nothing. There is no consequence for saying "you know what, I'm not feeling this and I'm going to leave." Be as polite as you want to, but put yourself first.

At the end of the day, the only thing you have control over is you. How you react, where you meet this person, what you do—that's what you control. Hopefully any meet ups will be fun and relatively safe, but just in case, set yourself up for success by maintaining what control you can.

From one adult to another, these are all suggestions rather than rules. Many people on Grindr choose not to follow various ones, and that's fine. Take some time to think about what you're comfortable with and make your decisions accordingly.

Also, best practice for someone sending an unsolicited dick pic (if you don't want them) is just to block that person. But sending a return picture like this one is a hilarious option.

-Reid

[hecateisalesbian]

The Pride of June: QPR

Todays Art Piece (Bottom) was made by @bloggingboutburgers. Please go check out their blog and support her work :)

Scroll to the bottom for a message from todays tumblr user!

The Queer Platonic (Relationship) Flag (QPR) is the Flag used it to describe someone who is in a committed and intimate relationship that are not romantic. This is typically beyond regular friendship and the closeness of each partner can vary

Fun History Fact: The concept QPR originates in aromantic and asexual spaces in the LGBT community. Like romantic relationships, queerplatonic relationships are sometimes said to involve a deeper and more profound emotional connection than typical friendship.

Tumblr User: @hecateisalesbian, @bloggingboutburgers and their partner @civiart

Media Character: Daph and Thomas from The Interpretation of Shadows by @nyoomian are in a QPR.

Why the colors? Pink is a lighter version of red which represents how QPRs are like romantic relationships , the Yellow represents platonic relationships, and the darkening Grey represents the Aro/Ace community

Where can I find the calendar? The calendar is my pinned post on my blog @hecateisalesbian! This will be occurring all throughout June, and tags such as #The Pride of June and #PoJ Project can be used to find my post

Side Note by Me: A little more information on QPRs and an example how on they act can be found here. This card was created by @nyoomian

Special Message from @civiart

What it's like to be in a QPR? "Well, at the very least the QPR I'm in is very comfortable I'll say far most! It's hard to define in exact words to describe the relationship. It's the closeness and comfortable vulnerability of being with someone that you see as your life partner. The more meme-esque way I like describing it is Akhts is my ride or die!! Life is crazy and so unpredictable! It throws hands at ya in anyway it wants to and you just have to figure out how to roll with the punches and face it! It gets hard to face it on your own, so it's nice to build a dynamic with someone where you can share the messiness of life. There's that element of closeness you have with them that's just really comforting and fills your heart in a special way. It's always an honor being able to spend time together with a beloved and feel that solidarity confidence in one another. It's like the dynamic and development for this relationship just lead up to it naturally without the mix of romance and sexual attraction. It's definitely a relationship of what feels right to each individual. At least for mine, I'm really happy being in a QPR with Akhts! The dear really gives me a lot of comfort, company, and honestly sharing the braincell too. I'm honored to have her company and will absolutely prance my adoration for her! Life feels so much more fuller with her!"

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 16: Let's Talk Strategy

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.6k

“Do I have to keep these on?” You shook your shackles in front of Marco’s face as you laid on the examination table. 

“Considering you knocked out the last person in charge of you with nothing but your fist and your sea prism bracelet? Yes. You do.”

You groaned in despair, dramatically flopping your arms back down onto the table. “What if my lack of energy harms the baby?”

“That’s why you have checkups every day,” Marco said. “Now lay still.”

You groaned again, but did as you were told. Perhaps if you did everything without complaining too much, they might take your shackles off before you got to Marineford. And then they wouldn’t be able to stop your decisions. 

Marco placed his stethoscope on your stomach, and you sucked in a deep breath at the contact of the cold metal against you. Being affected by temperature was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. But you didn’t complain. 

A smile widened across his lips after a moment, and he looked at you with excitement. “Do you want to hear it?”

You frowned, unsure of what he meant. “Hear what?”

“The heartbeat.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure how to answer that. In your mind, this baby only existed when you and Ace were together. He wasn’t here to witness it, and it felt cruel doing this without him. 

“Listen,” Marco advised, holding the stethoscope up to you.

You took it from him hesitantly, but you listened. A soft whooshing filled your ears, strong and steady. 

“It’s fast,” you whispered. “Is it okay? Did I do-“

“It’s normal,” Marco reassured you. “Their heartbeats are faster while they’re developing. But everything looks and sounds completely normal.”

“A healthy baby,” you said, placing your hand protectively over your stomach. 

“A healthy baby,” Marco confirmed, a smile on his face. 

The two of you walked to the commanders and strategists meeting. You sat alone at the division two seats, trying not to think about how there were two empty commander seats now. 

Everyone eyed your sea prism shackles, but nobody said anything about them. You were thankful for that, even if it did leave an awkwardness hanging in the air. 

“Has every subordinate captain been notified?” Your father asked, looking around the table. 

“We all told everyone the same thing. Meet outside of Marineford and we’ll storm in together.”

“Good,” your father said. “Then we can all ride in together.”

“That won’t work,” you said. “They’ll see us coming a mile away.”

“There’s nothing else we can do,” Elmy said. “We just have to hope the wind is in our favor.”

“No,” you said, your mind racing to think of another solution. “Aokiji will freeze the sea before we even make it there. And Akainu will burn down our flags. Instead of saving him, we’ll have a front row seat to his execution. We can’t-“

You couldn’t keep talking in fear of your voice giving your emotion away. 

“We can do the bubble trick,” you said, changing the subject. “How we get down to Fishman Island, but head for Marineford instead.”

“That won’t work,” Elmy shot back. “We don’t know anyone skilled enough to do all of our boats in a week's time.”

Your eyes shot to your father. “I know someone,” you said. “He can do it. Please. Let me ask him.”

His eyes flashed pure anger. “I thought I told you-“

“I’ll take Marco!” You cried. “Please. We’re close to Sabaody. Me and Ace talked to him the last time we went through. He’s a genius. Please, dad-“

“No,” he hissed, glaring at you. If you hadn’t been in your current state, you probably would’ve gotten another dose of his haki treatment. 

You stayed quiet for the rest of the meeting. There was no point in strategizing what would happen after you arrived in Marineford.  If you rode into battle in the way they were proposing, everyone would die before their feet touched land. 

There had to be another way. A way to convince your father to let you go. But you would worry about that later. 

You swore you could still hear the soft, fast heartbeat of your child, fighting and growing with every passing hour. The baby was so tiny, and yet you were halfway through your pregnancy. How on earth could something that small grow to be the size of a baby in four and a half months? It simply didn’t seem possible. 

And yet, it was happening. A new person was growing inside of you. You had to believe it contained only the best parts of you and Ace. Hopefully more of Ace’s traits than yours. His kindness, his love, his willingness to sacrifice…

“Y/N,” Marco prompted, tapping your shoulder lightly. “Let’s go get dinner. You need to eat.”

You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that the meeting had ended.

You were about to argue and say that you weren’t hungry, but you decided not to. You rose without a word and followed him to the mess hall, painfully aware of your father’s eyes on your back. 

“Did that baby take all the spunk out of you?” Marco mumbled the question in your ear so nobody else could hear as you walked into the mess hall. 

“I’m thinking.” You waved him away from your ear and picked up a tray. 

“You should probably double up on fruits and vegetables,” Marco said. “And cut out the fish.”

You did as you were told. Your father had told you not to argue, so you wouldn’t argue. Maybe if you listened, then so would he.

You sat down across from Marco at an empty table, your mind still running through possibilities. 

“Hello?? Earth to Y/N?” Marco was waving his hand in front of your face, snapping you back to the present. 

“Oh.” You blinked a few times and realized your tray was still full. He must’ve thought you were trying to get out of eating. “Sorry.”

You shoveled some food into your mouth to appease Marco. You knew it was the same ingredients and recipes as always, but it tasted off. Thatch hadn’t had part in the process, and you could taste that, somehow. 

“You need to snap out of it,” Marco scolded. “We’re only going to be able to do this if you are at your very best. We can’t lose our best strategist now, okay?”

“There’s no strategy that can get us past the Vice Admirals,” you said, eating another bite of tasteless food. “Not if we’re sailing in that obvious.”

“How well do you know this coating mechanic?” Marco asked, biting his lip. 

You shrugged, trying to think of a cross between truth and lie. “I know his name and I know his work ability.”

“You’re sure he can do it?” Marco asked.

You nodded. “If I ask nicely enough.”

Marco sighed, shaking his head. “Let me see what I can do. Go get ready for bed. Any funny business and-”

“I know,” you said, finishing up your plate and standing to take your leave. You could feel your voice trembling as you spoke. “Trust me Marco, I know.”

You walked to your room and stood in front of the door, too afraid to go in. You didn’t want to know what it was like in that room without Ace. 

“Is it locked?” Izou’s voice startled you, and you wiped your eyes before you turned to face him.

“No,” you whispered, and then cleared your voice before speaking again. “No, it’s not.”

“Ah,” Izou said, his eyes darting back to the door. “Is there something you would like me to grab?”

“What happened to Jinx?” you asked, ignoring his question. 

“The cat?” Izou raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. “A day after you and Ace left, Marco heard some ungodly cries coming from the room, and we all kind of collectively remembered that you all had a cat. Marco’s been watching her since you guys left. They get along quite well.”

Tears poured out of your eyes. You shouldn’t have been so relieved over a stupid cat, but at least Jinx was still okay. At least there was still something left of Ace here. 

“Do you need me to get anything for you?” Izou asked again, looking at you.

You shook your head. You couldn’t open that door. Not yet. Instead, you took off towards Marco’s room. He would have everything you needed to get by for now. 

When you opened the door, you saw a black mound on the bed, eyes staring at you threateningly.

“Hi Jinx,” you sobbed, kneeling down next to the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you cried. You felt so guilty for returning alone. 

Jinx rose from her place on the bed and approached you, and she rubbed her face against yours. It was so surprising that for a moment, you stopped crying out of shock. Jinx purred softly against you, and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe-maybe-everything would be okay. 

“Alright,” Marco said, entering the room. “We have a private meeting with Pops tomorrow morning. I think-hey,” Marco realized you were on the ground, and he bent down next to you. “Are you okay?”

You started crying again at his question. There was no way to answer it. 

“I’m so scared,” you sobbed softly, trying not to scare Jinx away.

“Me too, kid,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, and you could tell he was telling the truth. You could feel Marco’s fear in his grip around you. You weren’t sure if that was relieving or terrifying. 

The three of you fell asleep in a strange pile, entangled together with hope and despair.

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[xamaxenta]

Super stupid fucking au where ASL are backpacking and hitchhiking their way across the “grand line”

And theyre standing on the side of the road trying to flag down a ride and its like the dumbest comedy bit where they all try different ways to catch a ride

Luffy does a silly dance but thats just a deterrent and whos looking at the goofy kid on the shoulder doing the floss dance when their eyes should be on the road

Sabo has a sign, its neon, solar powered but that just looks fucking unhinged, who prepares for this scenario and why is it solar powered?

Ace does the typical thumb out hand signal to no avail hes eepy

Cue an hour of failed attempts and Sabo swears like fuck we’re gonna have to use those

And luffys like oh no not that sabo remember the last time we used that

Sabo and Luffy come to a mutual agreement, Luffy distracts Ace and Sabo grabs his shirt and rips it open like SORRY ACE WE HAVE TO USE YOUR ASSETS ON SUCH A HOT DAY 🤧🤧🤧🤧 ITS FOR THE GREATER GOOD

and Ace shirtless sparkling in the sun with his sweaty honkin fat bazookas out immediately flags down a van

Its Marco and he rolls down the window lifts his sunglasses all suave like hey baby need a ride

[idrellegames]

I absolutely love your game, especially Aeran. As an ace woman, I find myself reveling in the intimacy of Aeran’s friendship; knowing that I can safely express platonic love without being asked for more than I am willing to give. He is my ride or die and his stats are the only ones I care about. I can’t wait to see where you’ll take this story.

I'm so glad for that! 🖤🤍💜 It was really important to me for players to have flexibility in how they approach and define sex and romance, which is why there's no lock-in for the MC's sexuality. It's fluid, you can adjust your choices accordingly depending on how your MC is feeling in the moment.

You can stick with a purely platonic relationship. You can take the ace-flagged options (characters with romance content will never pressure the MC into sex, although this does mean that some characters will turn the MC down if they're not interested in sex - as is the case with Melchior in Episode 2). But then you can also switch it up and take some ace-flagged options and then mix in the allo ones if your MC is demisexual.

Platonic love is just as important as romantic love. My hope is that the friendship storylines are just as resonant and thematically interesting as ones with romance.

[demonmoonsupreme]

BBC Merlin Characters and Their Pride Flags:

Based on my own headcanons, obviously.

Merlin: Panromantic Asexual! (I can also see him being elsewhere on the ace-spec…maybe even demi if I really stretch)

Arthur: Bi Polyamorous Demisexual! I actually didn’t see him as being ace-spec until series 5, but then I remembered the most salacious he ever was, was under a love spell…so.

Morgana: Lesbian Demiromantic! (I promise some of them won’t be a-spec, but not this girl) She needs that bond, she needs that ride-or-die 🤌

Guinevere: Polyamorous Bisexual! Of course she is, she’s the most lovely and she loves everyone and everyone loves her 💖

Leon: Aromantic Asexual! I know it’s been said before and I can only agree; the only time he seemed interested was under an enchantment.

Lancelot: Polyromantic Biromantic!? Let me explain, I think he’s in love with Gwen, Merlin, & Arthur. But I think he wants to sleep with Gwen 🤷 so his d!ck is kinda het, but his brain isn’t…I need to stop.

Gwaine: Bisexual Greyromantic! He’s a bicon and he’s in love with Merlin, sorry I don’t make the rules.

Elyan: Transgender! This is just how I see him <3

Percival: Pansexual! He’s here for good vibes from good people and for being loved 🥹

Anyways…I’ve been wanting to do this since I started watching series 1 :)

[octuscle]

Back to nature

They had broken down in Allamuchy. A miserable town somewhere in the middle of nowhere. There was a thunderstorm, the mobile phone reception was down. And Gareth was beside himself. He had an important appointment in Chicago tomorrow and had deliberately chosen to be driven by a limousine from his company. The passenger cabs were soundproof, he could have made a number of important and confidential phone calls in preparation for his appointment. And now here they were in the wasteland. Outside in the pouring rain, his driver stood trying to flag down a car. And sure enough, after what felt like an eternity, he came back and said that he had indeed been able to arrange a ride to Chicago. The driver wanted $500.00 for the diversions. There is no alternative, Gareth thought to himself and took his laptop bag. His driver held his umbrella and carried his suitcase to the pickup, which stood in the pouring rain with the engine running. As far as Gareth could tell, there was a John Deere logo emblazoned on the side. Well bravo, what a disaster. His driver opened the passenger door for him and loaded Gareth's Louis Vuitton suitcase into the back seat, which otherwise contained tools and dirty clothes. Never mind, you'll have to get through it now, Gareth told himself. The main thing is to be in Chicago tomorrow night.

Gareth was 50 and at the peak of his career. He was a vice president at one of the largest investment banks in the world, responsible for mergers and acquisitions in the chemicals sector. Good, he had to pay a large part of his princely salary to his ex-wife, but there was more than enough left over. Well, he hardly had time to spend the money, but he didn't care. Work gave him a real rush. And now he was sitting in a pickup truck in his tailor-made suit, which perfectly concealed a fat pad or two. It reeked of beer, sweat and cold cigar smoke. And the young lad next to him was the very model of a hillbilly. These were going to be difficult hours.

Gareth gave the young man a curt greeting, said goodbye to his driver and turned his attention to the screen of his iPhone. But there was still no reception… Gareth tried to read a few file attachments, but somehow it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate. After they had driven a good 30 miles and had just passed Tannersville, the obviously taciturn man at the wheel spoke up. "Name's Jaxon. With an x. What's your name and what your doin'?" It was already 10:30pm and Gareth was getting tired… But the question woke him up again. With due arrogance, he asked Jaxon if he didn't read internal memos. His name was Gareth and he had been CFO at John Deere for almost half a year. "Ah, mate," Jaxon replied. 'Nah, don't read memos, fixin' harvesters. Impressive machines." Would Gareth know anything about them? No, Gareth replied and turned back to his iPhone. Thank God the thunderstorm had subsided and reception was back. He was ace at finance, but he still didn't know much about tractors and farm machinery. He wanted to go over a few things in preparation for the appointment the day after tomorrow at the corporate headquarters.

Gareth kept nodding off during the drive and suddenly woke up when Jaxon's car came to a stop. "I'm tired, let's hit the hay," he said curtly, grabbing a bag from the back seat and heading towards a shabby looking motel. They were in Zion and had covered just under 180 kilometres. This is going to be fun, Gareth thought sarcastically. But then again, when he had taken over finance at John Deere almost four years ago, he had insisted on cutting costs. Now he had to pay for it in this flophouse. At least you still got two single rooms.

Already at 06:00 Jaxon had woken him up and urged him to continue his journey. Gareth had slept in his underwear, he had left his suitcase in the car. He put on his jeans, checked shirt and corduroy jacket with leather patches on the elbows. It all smelled a bit like Jaxon's car, but that was okay… He would have time to shower and change before the appointment in Moline. Jaxon and Gareth drove through the morning in silence. A coffee would have been good, Gareth thought to himself. Thankfully, Jaxon soon pulled out to refuel on the right and the two treated themselves to a hearty breakfast. It was 08:00, here in Ebensburg they had just completed 250 miles, a good quarter of the total distance. Maybe he should be a little friendlier to his colleague. So they began to talk. Jaxon was not as monosyllabic as Gareth had suspected. It was just that his interests were different. Jaxon was enthusiastic about his work and the machines he worked with. In the next few days he had a training course in Moline for the maintenance of a new type of equipment, after which he would go back to his standard in New Jersey. Even though Gareth had been working at John Deere for over five years, he couldn't understand the enthusiasm. He was a numbers man. But at least they both liked football. That gave them a topic of conversation for the next few miles, when Gareth wasn't fiddling with his mobile phone again. He loves his cat-phone. It just fitted in with their company's guyish image. They drove through the morning, not stopping again until 12:00 in Zanesville. They were now about halfway through. Gareth invited them to lunch. They were both ravenously hungry. Jaxon was a real animal. A career as a quarterback, hard physical work and long evenings in the gym had shaped his body. Gareth, too, spent a lot of time pumping iron. But the work in the office was already having an effect. Jaxon simply looked fitter. Sure, Gareth had just turned 40 and was thus considerably older than Jaxon. And he missed the fresh air. Since he had moved to Moline almost ten years ago, he had become a country bumpkin. But if he wanted to make a career, he simply had to work hard.

As they drove on, Gareth and Jaxon began to gossip about the monkeys in the company management. Sure, they both had completely different jobs, but their problems were similar. Fuck, thought Gareth, how lucky we were to have met. Normally their paths would never have crossed. It was warm in the car. Gareth envied Jaxon for wearing only a T-shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt. He could do with a cigar now. He asked Jaxon if that would bother him. "Fuck, bro," the latter replied. "I didn't have the heart to ask you." They both grinned, Gareth took two cigars out of his leather jacket in the back seat, gave one to Jaxon and said "I'm Gaz by the way. Gareth is just what my supervisor and my father call me."

It was 6pm when the two stopped for a break in Indianapolis. Jaxon wanted to stop by a friend's house for a minute. It was a shame the break was short. Could have been a nice evening. Jaxon and his friend were both imposing fellas. Gaz was fascinated by their muscles and tattoos. Certainly he wasn't badly built himself. As an engineer at John Deere, he was used to hard work and he spent every spare minute in the gym. But tattoos had always been something his parents had disapproved of. And even though he was now approaching his 34th birthday, he was still under their thumb.

At 9:00 p.m. in Peoria, the two of them had to stop for gas. And piss. It was the first time Gaz had seen Jaxon's cock. Shit that the two of them were assigned to different locations. He'd love to work with the stallion in a camp for a week. Jaxon seemed to feel the same way about that, though. He looked over at his younger colleague and began to jerk his cock. Gaz knew what to do and got on his knees and sucked Jaxon's cock until he cummed his load into Gaz's face.

The two hours to Moline were dangerous. Jaxon was easily distracted by Gaz's cock. And Gaz had no problem with Jaxon having one hand on his cock rather than the wheel. It was 11pm when Jaxon stopped the pickup in front of the motel. This was where the two of them were staying while being trained on the latest generation of harvesters from the company. Gaz didn't like the city. Gaz was an outdoorsman. He was uncomfortable in motels. His world was the forest, were the sawmills and were the garages where he could wrench on the machines he had admired since childhood. Fortunately, he shared a room with his former foreman Jaxon. That guaranteed fun!

Realised at the request of @rapids0. Hope you like it!

[specter319]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄? (Ace Combat x CoD 141)

A/N: As a little Christmas present, I decided to work on a little something something, seeing a random anon state in @mockerycrow's Ask about fighter jets and Task Force 141 got my interest real quick, having been someone who got introduced to these two fandoms 1-2 years ago I absolutely adore the storyline in regards to Trigger and Count, but also the storyline as a whole, neatly wrapping up the reason why three strikes is called three strikes, if only a certain other game could have the same sort of stable plot- Complaints about the plot aside for those who stumble upon it have fun with this little short story that's been brewing in my head! Please enjoy the Homoeroticism of Ghost and Soap Trigger Warnings: Mention of Blood Word Count: 2.5k Words Characters: John 'Soap' MacTavish x Simon 'Ghost' Riley, mentions of Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and Johnathan Price.

From the moment John MacTavish’s Scottish blue eyes gazed upwards into the beautiful atmosphere above him, he knew he was utterly and completely fucked. It all started with one moment in time, watching the infamous ‘Ghost’ launch one of their newly brought F-35s testing it out for another squadron, making sure all systems were in check. Watching it from the fences as the utter decimation of their ears thanks to the lack of protection were good faith to the man taking it, for what seemed to be a joy ride. And as Kyle and John stood there, seeing it hovering just mere meters above the runway, their joy was all but uncontainable in knowing just who was behind the sticks.

Conversations were the only thing that took over the engines' mighty roar as Kyle and John yelled at the inanimate object in celebration.

“Ooh yeah! Ooh yeah!” Kyle yelled out.

“Ooh, go ‘un, go ‘un” John egged right back.

And then, just as it pulled up, sure it was now at best pulling upwards of 5 gees, the men on the ground cheered.

“Go on you fuckin’ beauty!” Just as it was making its way further into the clouds, graciously curving its own form into the shape of them. 

They were ecstatic, joyful, even, at least one was, to see a man so tall, almost built like a damn statue from ancient history managing to tame a beast so wild, and wicked. And yet, knowing that it was almost second nature in that man's blood to fly it, because that bastard was the only one allowed, thanks to the great charm of the bastards in the west, to have an F-22 Raptor. The only one in the UK, belonged to a man who had no name, never showed his face to the people he didn’t know, including the two men who stood there on the grassy knoll outside of the airbase cheering him on. 

What a weird shitpot of luck that was, almost as if the gods of fate above had been watching the two men above, seeing them be so supportive of a man who never had the cheers of his fellow squad members, but instead, feared him. Tried to rebel against him, just to get a far enough away distance to stay away from a man and his, as some people called it ‘Raptor’s Ghost’.

Those that had seen it, had been lucky enough to tell the tale, at least, on the side he came back to, fellow squadron and captain, but those who had been on the receiving side of those guns as they lifted from their molded seam, only saw a wisp of a dark gray aircraft, before a fiery explosion filled their cabin.

Yes, there was one thing to be known about this ‘Ghosts’ jet — he’d specified that he must have it in a darker gray. Just a couple of shades darker than what the original metal was painted as. And the thing was? Somehow, amongst his captains ranking, the government and even the fuckers down in Lockheed — they’d said yes to the request. Even if a few bureaucrats in the Pentagon were waving the red flag from the start.

So he guessed that’s what the plan was then, to go and catch a sneak in the middle of the night of what it looked like, though Kyle tried with all of his might to persuade him otherwise, John was dead set on seeing the beauty that stood in the dead of the night in Ghost’s hangar, wielded far away from the rest of the base, but close enough to know that the rest of the team always, haunted by a Ghost, he guessed that’s where the name came from then. Given that this was usually seen beside the B-2, a call sign of Ghost would’ve been fitting for someone in a something like this. And it seemed like fate was tempting him all and amongst this, because, as John approached the hangar, as big as it was, there was a crack left open, not closed, like all the other times he’d passed it in his own jet. Only to then realize this was the reason why they had called him Ghost to begin with, no one thought he was around, until it was too late.

Everyone knew this Ghost, was a guy, they’d heard his voice, never heard him laugh, was only ever a man of a few simple commands and went off when requested. What caught John MacTavish off guard however, was not only the hangar open, but the place had reeked of oil and fuel, only to be diverged its acoustics of the tin metal in the sound of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, a far cry from the throat roar of the hotdogged engines, John could already tell what Ghost had been doing to the poor thing. Either someone had been here recently or there was still someone here, but that never mattered as his Scottish blue eyes once more, got him fucked over, classical music be damned.

The metallic gray was no longer present, much like he had seen on the various photos that had beautifully given the thing a personality of beauty, and yet deadly. But instead, it was given a more, mature grayed look, as if it was a rehashed version of the F-35, the very same one he had been seen in this afternoon in a reskinned jet. Sudden realizations hit the man when thinking in Ghost’s logic, not too shabby for a Ghost when John had realized that much to his enemies disliking, when they suddenly realized that the jet was no longer a most recent US fighter, it was too late to break off anyway.

And much akin to John’s own footsteps, he’d realized that he was pulled in by the absolute sheer squared beauty of the thing and had moved right into the Ghost’s trap.

“What are you doin’ in my hangar?” Ghost lowly spoke, standing to the side, having seen him since he strolled in here. 

“Jesus wept!” John spoke as he suddenly turned around, the closed distance between them was something almost scary at just how close and personal this man had gotten, and all amongst that, he seemingly had the goal to wear a bloody balaclava, all the while wearing a stripped down version of the gear they would have to haul around on their bodies. Was he really that comfortable in wearing the same shit each day? At least the only thing invading his senses was oil and fuel. 

“I said what are ya doing here?” Ghost questioned before his eyes glanced over at the hangar “Squadron leaders gonna know about this,” his voice loomed.

“Sorry,” That’s all the weak bastard had as he tried to pick himself up faster than he could pull back on his own stick. “A’m interested in that piece of art ye’v got there, heard you were the one flying the Lightning around this mornin’”

“So you were the two hanging around the fence”

John stiffened at the sheer mention of that, he’d seen them? He didn’t think he had given the height already gained as he passed the pair of them from the runway.

“Wanted to watch her give her a proper launch, sir” John hesitated as Ghost only snorted and shook his head at the mention of the last word.

“Flight Lieutenant to you” This Ghost guy seemingly didn’t want to have him out of his hangar after all, but there was no doubt that heavy brown eyes were on him, painted darker then the plane before him as his eyes registered on MacTavish’s uniform still barely on given the zip that was seemingly fought with, the sheen of sweat that was just above the ridgeline of his eyebrows gave away just how much he’d been working during the rest of his day, when he seemingly wasn’t cheering this man on, then again. MacTavish did seem like a familiar last name, what could hurt but to take a guess.

“Apologies,” John moved ever so closer to the jet, almost as if he were to go ahead and, to the thought running in the back of Ghost’s mind, steal it. Poor bastard, probably wouldn’t be able to handle the ride as well as he could. “Does that mean I get to call you LT then?”

The cocky chatter over the radio, often with another teammate, only gave Ghost all the more confidence to take that stab in the dark to try and pinpoint just who he was.

“You can, so long as you tell me if you’re the one flying that bloody F-16 around.”

John’s eyes suddenly went wide, and of course, that cocky Brit saw it, and with his own pair too. His soul had actively left his body in the acknowledgement that someone had noticed his maneuverability, everyone else had F/A-18’s. But MacTavish was the one that stood his ground when he said he wanted a former fighter pilots F-16, ready to be given back to the Americans, decommissioned, probably in a scrap heap, and yet, here he was, breathing new life into it and treating it like it had just come off the factory rollers. Though, his only fault that he seemingly had with it, was that of the lack of gun ammunition, paling in comparison to something like the beast that stood before him.

“Uh, and why would tha’ be?” 

Ghost paused, raising a brow in confusion, maybe he was going to have to talk to John’s squad leader, had he really not seen beyond his two feet at just who he had under his wing, the man could maneuver the thing as well as he could like the jet he stood before and maybe, if he ever took the chance (which, in high unlikely doubt he would) he could probably pilot Ghost’s, if not, with just a bigger amount of hesitation.

“Just wanted to give a recommendation to the squadron leader as to who to take under our wing, old talents retiring at the end of the year, figured I’d give whoevers flying that F-16 and the one with the yellow strip along the body of the ‘18 a fighting chance at joining the 141” He brushed it off, like it was a chance to come clean. Ghost knew that MacTavish was the one flying the thing, often put in a good word about it to Price. And Price often agreed, that and ‘Gaz’ who was often his wingmanaccording to Price’s notes were often hotshots, but never in an egotistical, ‘wanting to show who’s boss’ way, it was always one of teamwork, and he quite enjoyed seeing them chant as one of their other teammates took down a target before they did.

“The 141?” MacTavish asked

“Yeah, just need to find out who the pair are in the two jets first” Ghost was toying with him as he finally made a move over to his own, inspecting the various scratches that were seemingly evident in the light, but gave the aircraft a seemingly weathered look, one that, Ghost admired. 

“There a reason why they call you the Ghost?” Quick this one was to change the subject, avoiding it, but copying him all the more in his movements as John did the same, placing a gentle hand along the aircraft as his calloused fingers felt a deep scar along the face of the jet, maybe that’s why he rarely had repairs done to the thing other than ones that were required. Maybe that’s why he wears the mask, he’s damaged, just like the bird before him – but he still flies, still finds meaning in the daylight and blue hues of skies.

“There a reason why you’re dancing around the question?” Their hands moved along the surface of the steel at almost the same time, unknown, but as if they were tracing one another's patterns as the question was left in the air for a bit too long before they finally moved to the nose of the aircraft, having no choice but to look at one another as they did so.

“Could say the same,” He watched as Ghost moved towards him, facing him, how he towered over the man with that stature of power, and yet, the only real dominating power he seemingly had left was his rank, and the jet. Because all the smug bastard did was place his hands behind his back and look down at the Scotsman, as if inspecting him as he did the jet, to see if like him, he too had scars beneath that mohawk and blue eyes that seemingly contrasted ever so beautifully along the dark gray. “What happens if one of us already knows the answers?” 

“Then I guess one of us will have to await the answers of the future, but if they already know the answers, they shouldn’t have to wait too long” They both knew one another were staring, helplessly, but stopping it neither as eyes behind that mask squinted ever so gently. So he did have his scars, one on the chin, must have had a bad accident for it to get that bad, and the blood from it too.

“Then I guess I’ll ‘ave ta’ see me way out of this museum then huh? Wouldn’t want ta make a scene now aye?” John smiled, physically having to retch himself from the spot he stood in, not wanting to move away from the view that was before him.

“Don’t quite appreciate customers making a scene and disturbing the nature of this art” So he wasn’t the only one to quickly move along with what he was suggesting as he followed him, only ever a few steps behind, maybe that’s why he got that name, loud as anything in a jet, then he never exists once the engines shut off.

Ghost eventually stopped following him as John made his way out near the doors of the hangar, lingering around just a bit more before he stopped in his tracks, just maybe, if he really did have the answers, he could see how his future LT would respond. “Don’t think I could handle two pieces of art in a museum, never been able ta handle more than one” He swore up and down he saw the man’s head snap into place about that comment, a slight squint at the body language that John was trying to portray as he moved through the hangar doors. “Have a good night, LT”

“Officer Mactavish.”

Payback time.

“Aye sir?” And they’d fallen into line already, a wingman, of sorts, to a Ghost.

“Call me Simon”

Now MacTavish was standing there, being a complete idiot, baffled by the fact that he, of all people, managed to get into the inner circle of a man named Simon, a Ghost. A snort was then heard through the airy atmosphere as he suddenly turned around and walked back towards the stairs of his office, looking back over his shoulder, leaving him in a scrambled state that was the brain of John MacTavish.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” He paused, “For a F-16 Pilot.”

So that’s his name.

[gabessquishytum]

June 20th's 'dream has only had bad sex before au' post is responsible for this.

Now, I believe Dream fucks but I'm shelving that for taking this anon's idea and your addition in a different direction:

Having Hob ride him is absolutely a religious experience for Dream. The whole night has been. He never understood why people bothered with having sex but mastrubation has nothing on seeing Hob take pleasure in his body while giving Dream the biggest, most blissed out smile.

Dream enjoys sex with Hob. It's amazing and wonderful, so why does he never feel like initiating? He gladly goes along with Hob showing interest so it takes a while for Dream to notice he never just...wants to.

He definitely has a crisis over it. Hob notices something's up and it takes a while but he gets Dream to talk to him about what's going on. Dream is apologising a lot and Hob realises he should have assumed the guy who didn't know that sex was more than shitty missionary sex wouldn't know a lot about queer sex either.

So that's how Hob ends up explaining asexuality to Dream and there are a lot of revelations. Dream no longer feels bad for not taking initiative in the way Hob does. Hob is worried Dream might be doing this for his sake at first, but Dream makes it clear that he very much enjoys the intimacy and the physical sensation and that he is making Hob feel good.

(sex-favourable asexuals deserve more representation and this is my attempt at reconciling the he definitely fucks vibes & he's asexual vibes I get from show Dream)

- 🍃

I am not ace, but some of my favourite people in the world ARE, so this is very important to me!! Sex positive & sex neutral ace people are so valid and I love this take on Dream's sexuality <3

I also love Hob being a constant queer advocate no matter what au we're talking about. As a bi person he feels a lot of kinship with the ace community so it's very important to him that Dream knows that there's an identity out there for him. He doesn't quite get out the PowerPoint presentation but he does try and give him a well rounded queer education.

Dream likes it when Hob initiates with him. It feels nice and comfortable. And the sex itself is wonderful, revelatory in fact. More than anything it's just good to know that Hob likes him as he is. That they can have lovely, heart-stoppingly good queer sex on the bed below the ace flag that Hob brought specially for Dream, and be just right for each other.

[kedreeva]

Ked, would you mind sharing the story about the trucker? 👀

I thought I had, but I went looking and couldn't find it so maybe I didn't! Which is a shame, it's a good story.

So, on long car rides - over an hour on open highway - I tend to keep my mind from drifting by playing with other cars. Sometimes people realize what's going on, sometimes they don't. Sometimes they play back. I'll keep pace with them for a bit, or play leapfrog. When I'm driving 12+ hours, I just don't want to fall asleep.

Last year, on my way down to see my Delaware friends, I landed next to a truck that was going my speed (75mph, which is slightly over my speed limit and a speed trucks NEVER go, their speed limit is 65, so usually I just pass them quickly). We were on a three-lane highway at the time, so it was safe for me to play without causing a problem for anyone else (we have to pass on the left, and trucks are supposed to stay in the right most lane, but they can pass on the left if they have to... this is terrible on 2-lane highways when they're going 65, but on a 3 lane normal cars can just go into the 3rd lane and traffic doesn't slow).

So, I trundled along next to him for a while like a good companion, just keeping pace. When we started coming up on people I knew he was going to want to pass, I dropped back and held the space in front of me open for him. It took him a couple times (he at first didn't want to move over in front of me), but then he figured out what I was doing and we traveled along peacefully for a good 30-45 minutes like this, just passing people and hanging out.

Then he sped up, but there were no cars in front of us, so I thought okay, maybe he's done or maybe he's gotta exit.

Then he sticks his arm out of his window, and his name - Gene - is written in big sharpie on the paper he's holding, and his phone number is under that.

Glee! I have made A Friend. So I hold up my phone until I see him check his sideview, and he drops back beside me again. I dial, and this guy picks up laughing his ass off and says he thought I was being an asshole at first until he realized I was just fucking around. He says he's pulling off at the next gas station rest stop, and invites me to join him to say hello. I, with very little sense of self-preservation and all the hubris of my nature, say sure, drop back behind him, and follow him off the next exit.

He parks over amidst the other trucks, in a space where I can park beside him, and I pop out. He's already got the door to the truck open, so I go 'round and scale this huge fucking thing. I mean, I know trucks are big, okay, but I've never actually like. even been next to one. I've certainly never been inside one and I was very excited to see what it looked like in there.

Gene is very sweet. He shows me all his navigation tools (multiple cell phones/tablets with all kinds of fascinating data) and tells me what they're for and where he's going. He's got an entire device devoted to tracking cops, which explains the pace. We show each other pictures of our pets back home- he's got two beautiful GSDs whose names I forget. He offers me a drink, gatorade from his little fridge (they have little!! fridges!! in trucks!!), though I politely declined.

Then he politely and indirectly inquires if I am interested in having sex with him. Which, like, I was prepared for the subject, I'm not entirely oblivious, so I politely declined and he got a little confused and asked what I wanted, with my road antics. I told him oh, I'm just making a very long drive, and I like to make friends on the road.

And then, since he still seems a little confused and he's been very earnest so far, I motion to my mask - the ace pride flag one my mom made me - and say "Do you know what these colors mean?" And he says no, so I take a seat on the edge of his passenger side chair and tell him it's an Asexuality pride flag. He's never heard of asexuality, so he starts asking questions. I sat there for... I don't know, maybe 20 minutes or so, answering him and letting him think about it.

He finally ran out of questions, and came to a "he's got the spirit" conclusion about it - I have to be clear, he was not a young guy, and I'll take what I can get for understanding from older folks - and clambered to his feet. "I'm glad it was me you picked," he told me. Something bad could have happened to me if it was some people.

Yes, I know. I know something bad could have happened. But I do have faith in people. I do believe in goodness. Sometimes you accidentally pick up a trucker and end up explaining asexuality to him in the cab of his truck, and you give him a donut from your snacks, and he leaves before you "so you don't think I'm following you or anything" and it turns out okay.

I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love: Glitz and Glam

Moxxie had a feeling something was amiss here as he assessed his current predicament. One moment he was sitting in the meeting room enjoying some coffee, the next thing he knew, Millie and Loona bared in and grabbed him, saying it was urgent. Which was how and why he found himself riding in the backseat area of Verosika Mayday's limo/atv SUV hybrid, doing his best not to stare too much at the lush succubus popstar. Not that she would've minded in the slightest of course, given their intimate history and nature as friends with oh so generous benefits. But it was in his nature to be a gentleman after all, his dear sweet departed mother taught him that much. It's just that it was either staring at the seductive star doing god knows what to tease and turn him on or look out the window at the passing scenery. Which of course only served to raise a fair few red flags because he recognised some of the streets and buildings, signalling and currently enroute to the Lust Circle. Which in the Imp hitman's experience mant either Verosika had cashed in a favour, wanting a whole day of fun to herself with him or it was to set him up with someone in her personal social circle. Was it Milky or Keke perhaps? Coco and Apple? Or was she feeling more in a homo-erotic mood wanted to see him get it on with Ace and Josh? The teasing smile on her otherwise sexy face made it clear he wasn't going to get any answers from her. Ask no questions and she'd tell no lies but he knew her well enough and trusted Millie and yes, even Loona not to set him up in a situation he wasn't comfy with. His train of thought put on pause as the vehicle seemed to stop and park, the succubus bombshell stepping out causing him to follow as it was clear they arrived at their destination. What was one of Lust's many notable high class, quality grade love hotels.

Verosika:*as she lead Moxxie on inside, speaking to him as they went up the elevator before soon proceeding down the corridor of the floor they arrived on. A sensual grin on her face as she walked with a distinct sway and sashay she knew was drawing his gaze to her backside. From the hypnotic shimmy of her hips and the way her thicc thighs rubbed together, to the jiggle of her skirt clad booty. No doubt the imp was doing his best not to stare but how could he not at such perfection, well besides the shortstack bubble butt of his wife of course. Who'd no doubt be singing the succubus' praises if she were here right now before she focused her mind and decided to address any curiousity Moxxie might have.*"Don't overthink or dwell on it little man. Just some friends of mine who are very eager to meet you after you came "highly recommended." So just show them a good time,they'll give you a good time and that's that...."

Moxxie of course nodded politely, clearing his throat with a small cough to try in vain hidng the fact he had been obviously looking at Verosika's succubus ass. The sensual popstar grinning all the while as she finally brought him to the designated room, the misfit pair finding themselves in the deluxe suite wing,as she handed him a spare keycard, giving him a playful pat on the face and a kiss on the cheek for luck. The message clear 'Go get 'em Tiger' as he steeled his nerves and accessed the lock. Stepping inside to find quite the well furnished and decorated room with a nice little view of Lust City to which he didn't look at for too long of course as he found his golden eyes drawn to the guests of honour staying here. Pupils shrinking to pinpricks, jawdropping as he beheld the naked twins stepping out of the shower. Their scaly, shark-like bodies glistening with the telltale sign of a hot,fresh and steamy shower as before him were two near indentical hotties. The two obviously sisters but different enough here and there to be able to tell them apart, mainly and especially when it came to their hair and eyes. All the Imp Hitman could do was think two very simple words at the sight before him as they eyed him up like predators looking to ready to enjoy the freshly killed carcass of their prey. "Oooooh crumbs......." After all it wasn't everyday you found yourself alone in a hotel room with the Greed circle's very own imfaous Klown duo, The Glam Sisters, as Glits and Glam sported grins that bore and flashed those gleaming shark teeth of theirs at his reaction. It was clear these two had mischief on their minds. More so especially as their nude bodies began to circle around him like sharks smelling blood in the water, their gleaming, sharp pearly whites bared. He could definitely understand what some humans meany by the term scaroused. He was really feeling it big time.

Glitz:"Well well sis,lookie who we got here. So this is the surprise that rehab regular ho promised us? Have to say I'm kind of disappointed. Seems like such a letdown."*She taunted and teased,as she paused in front of Moxxie, tilting his head up to look him in the eyes akin to an antique examiner determining the value of an item.*

Glam:"Now now it's not like Mayday had any real reason to bullshit us. Right cutie? Verosika had so much to say about you. So you can imagine we got us some high expectations..."*Her twin quippped as she paused behind Moxxie,hands clasping his shoulders as she nudged her face against his,nuzzling him as she nibbled on his ear and licked his face lecherously. Grinning mischievously as did Glitz at seeing and hearing the imp hitman shudder.*

Moxxie of course wasn't one to let himself get talked down in a situation like this, as he gathered up his nerves. Determination and resolve burning with a gleam in his golden eyes as he took a deep breath. Glitz and Glam humming with curiousity as he began to strip, starting off small with his bow tie, followed by his shirt and and coat. Stereo wolf whistles humming from the twins as they took note their imp gentleman for the night wasn't as runty or skinny as he looked. if anything he had the kind of body that'd look good even if you'd put him in girls' clothing. Something Millie would certainly attest to the couple of times she and Moxxie did their kinky roleplaying as Moxxine and Millard. But finally of course,came and went his pants along with his boxers, blinking as they heard a thud on the ground before looking down. Their eyes widening and jaws dropping as they beheld the Imp's junk. It was clear they weren't virgins by any and all means but there wasn't any doubt going by their reactions and expressions that they'd never seen a set of cock and balls so damn big before!! Blushes on their faces as they watched that length and girth rise to full mast erectness. A stiff, long and girthy pulsing piece of pussy hammering, womb stuffing chunk of heaven ready, willing and able to give them pleasure and take them to new heights of ecstasy they'd never imagined or thought possible as the twins looked back and forth between that cock and each other. Before giving Moxxie looks of seductive,sensual allure,as they leaned in close to his adorable face.

Glitz:”well okay then,Shirt Cute and Packin’, think you might’ve just exceeded expectations…”*She sensually quipped,giving her sharp teeth and lips a slow lick, her sister doing the same.*

Glam:”course it ain’t just the size but how you use it so you still got a lot to prove…”*finishing her twin’s sentence in thst unique sort of synchronized pattern only twins could be so capable of doing. Before the stunned Moxxie by kissing him at the time.*

Moxxie widened his eyes as he found himself being the recipient of simultaneous kiss. Glitz and Glam taking turns locking lips with him before drawing his tongue as they pried his mouth open, enacting an open air three way dance of spit swapping snd tonsil hockey. Tasting one another as he found their hands caressing his torso before they made their way down to his groin. Grasping his cock and balls with their palms and fingers giving firm massaging caresses. His imp shaft twitching with the heat and pulse of a growing desire to mate and fuck, as if sensing the presence of this pair of bitches in heat. If his dick could speak, there was no doubt it would say it was coming down with a case of Klussy Fever and need to make some whoopee to those cushions. Pre forming and oozing from the tip as it stained their hands, causing them to lube up his length and girth. The room filling with the sounds of their deep gasps and moans as they became drawn into the growing spark of flames from the heat of their arousal….

Glitz:”Fuuuuckfuckfuck he knows how to fucking use it alright!! What hole they been hiding this guy in?!”*The Klown bitch howling,deep throated moans coming from her as she bounced and rode on Moxxie’s cock. The imp laying on the bed as his balls felt that bubbly booty jiggle with every thunder clap and smack of their loins while Glam sat on his his face. Humping and grinding her crotch as his tongue licked and probed away at her sloppy,gushing slit. Sticky,warm love nectar flowing like a waterfall as the twins pressed their fronts together,tits rubbing against each other as they kissed in such an intimate way most sisters woildnt or shouldn’t be. Tongues dancing together as they rode the momentum of erotic ecstasy.*

Glam:”Aaaahhhn fucking fuck,wreck me break me fuck me fuck me..”*The other Klown bitch spat out like some lewd mantra as she laid atop her sister,who hugged her and held her close. Glitz Kissing and licking along her face and neck as Moxxie fucked her sister from behind. His alpha imp cock jackhammering and pistoning away into her Klussy as those heavy baby batter loaded balls smacked their clits. Making their juices splash and fall onto the already soaked and stained bedsheets as the hotel room filled with their passionate moans and the primal rhythm of skin slapping, pulse racing sex.*

minutes to hours flew by as the Imp Hitman continued to rock the Glam twins’ world. Plowing their warm, horny pussies and their sinful juicy asses with his natural weapon through a variety of positions consisting of one on one to the natural tandem act of taking on two twins at once two on one. From fucking one sister doggy style or missionar as she ate the other out to taking breathers as they had turns or often tag teamed him with some making out, insulting in intimate groping,sensual heavy petting and mutual masturbation. As they recovered and basked in the afterglow of their most recent ground, the imo stud sitting on the bed as the Glam twins performed a tandem fellatio. Their tag team blowjob soothing his juice soaked cock while keeping it ina state of steady and constant arousal as they relished the mixed flavours of his seed and their own pussy juices, their slits pumping with an overflow of excess of his cream. Before the imp saw the sun setting outside on the view of lust city as the lights dimmed, finding his attention drawn to the large mirror which revealed itself to be two way. The sound of a switch flipped as he saw Verosika on the other side, naked as they were, pressing her palms and her massive pink titties against the glass. Lecherously licking it as she panted and moaned like a bitch in heat,her oussy gushing like a shower head making it clear she’d been watching the whole time and was looking ready to want in on the action. Which made the imp think chances are Millie and Loona were in a similar room, no doubt their own voyeurism getting them all hot and horny. It was clear for Moxxie, this room was about see some more action in a few moments…and how sweet it is!

[t1oui]

Nuna headcanons for one of my (very underrated) otps

Neville wearing Luna's spectrespecs when she doesn't want to/doesn't feel like it

Neville goes searching for creatures with her (and sometimes Xeno tags along too)

They love working in the greenhouse together

No matter if they sit at Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's table, they always sit together for meals, especially breakfast as they're both up early

Neville always gives Luna his shoes when hers go missing and she loves it.

Luna being shorter than Neville leading to lots of little forehead/cheek/nose kisses

Them going to the Yule Ball together

(Neville asked her after the first time he gave her his shoes. He saw how excited she was and liked working with her when she asked him for his help in the greenhouse right after.)

Originally Harry was very defensive of his sister, but over time he saw that Neville cared about her just as much as he did

Late nights in the library or in the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw common rooms. Luna is reading the Quibbler and Nev is reading herbology books.

Luna complimenting Neville 24/7, telling him he's worth it

Lots of hand-holding. Lots of it.

Neville blushes really easily and Luna never even turns slightly pink.

Nev & Luna going on triple dates with Harry & Cedric and Ron & Hermione

Neither of them are straight, and they take pride in that

Luna being able to give Neville piggyback rides (and doing it)

(Neville was skeptical, but Harry was like no bro. Just trust her. She is much stronger than she looks lol.)

They have matching bracelets. They just do.

Furthermore, Luna makes Nev jewelry all the time. Sometimes it matches something she has, sometimes it doesn't. She makes bracelets, earrings, necklaces, etc. Neville wears them with pride and after the first three times he yelled at people about it, nobody makes fun of him for it anymore.

They paint their nails together

They have sleepovers with Cho and Padma in the Ravenclaw dormitory where they give each other makeovers.

Neville is secretly obsessed with glitter and Luna knows this.

Neville's favorite colors are the colors of the bi flag, specifically pink. So basically what I'm saying is half of the gifts he gets from Luna are sparkly and bi flag colors.

(He gets her stuff in pan & ace flag colors. They go ALL OUT for pride.)

They like making pastries together (Neville is hopeless at it, but he's trying)

They have muggle movie nights where they pick muggle movies (usually bad ones) and make popcorn and watch them. They stay up till like 2 am doing this every other Friday.

(It doesn't even slow Luna down, but Neville has to sleep for a good 14 hours to recover. She doesn't mind.)

Luna tells Nev about nargles and wrackspurts and Nev tells Luna all about his plants and they could listen to each other for hours.

Luna got Neville a regular 'ol cactus for his 16th birthday. He named it Chelsey. It's their daughter now.

Neville's a dreadful dancer. Luna pretends not to notice because she doesn't care; she's having fun anyway.

They love Christmas and they decorate together every year. Sometimes they help Professor Sprout decorate the Great Hall.

Neville will pick Luna up and twirl her around when he's exited, and Luna loves it.

When Luna introduced Nev to Barty and Evan they absolutely terrified him. They have come to like him and now they act confused whenever he seems on edge around them b/c they find it hilarious.

Luna hates sparkles, but she wears a sparkly pink dress to their wedding, and Neville wears the lime green suit she told him she loved one time when they were 16 and 17.

They like walking around Hogsmeade together. (The first time Harry saw them arm-in-arm Cedric and Hermione practically had to pull him off the ceiling of the Three Broomsticks.)

Neville tells Hermione, the mom of the group (the only person who is more of a mom than Neville, honestly), all about Luna. This includes when he liked her before the Ball.

Nev & Luna high-five regularly. Luna taught Neville what it was and he's a bit obsessed.

They love cats. When Luna introduced Neville to Regulus, he was in his animagus/cat form because she thought he would be less scary this way.

They go stargazing together. Reg, Sirius, & Luna's uncle Evan taught her all the stars. She teaches Neville - he doesn't tell her he's already memorized every one.

Whenever it snows, Nev goes out with Luna on his shoulders and she goes back and forth between trying to photograph snowflakes and trying to eat them.

When they first started dating, Harry was unsure, but now he and Neville are good again. He tells Neville about Luna's interests & gives him gift ideas.

Study dates between Neville & Luna and Harry & Ced. (Ron and Hermione are never told b/c they argue about the appropriate amount of times Ron can ask Hermione for help the. entire. time.)

Basically, I love these two. This post is very long but I'm already brainstorming ideas for a part 2.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For word Wednesday-

Foot(feet), hotel, eyes, hands

Thank you thank you friend!

Feet from an untitled bad things happen bingo fill. (Shoutout to @abubblingcandle for answering my football questions and helping flesh out this idea!)

Pulisic took his stance by the corner flag as Greyhounds and Rossoneri alike jockeyed for position in front of Zoreaux. The ball soared towards the net and the AC Milan forward, Giroud, launched for the ball at the same time as both Jamie and Zoreaux. All three clattered together in a jumble of heads and shoulders before they all tumbled violently to the pitch. Jamie saw Zoreaux in his eye line from the ground, the goalie holding his head in his hands, with blood already pouring through the overly large gloves he wore.

Jamie was back on his feet and motioning for the physios before he had time to think, before his brain had time to catch up to his body. Physios from both teams rushed to their downed players and Jamie moved to give them space as they approached the injured goalie. He stumbled slightly as pain shot through his ankle. Dani caught him by the elbow before he could fall back to the pitch.

Hotel from there is no other land:

The rest of the ride passed in pregnant silence. It felt like a tomb to Roy; he couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and breathe in fresh air. Jamie slumped down in his seat like a despondent teenager told he couldn’t go out with his friends. Beard sat rigid in the front seat, eyes looking through the front windshield. Belatedly, Roy remembered to text Keeley. He was so caught up in getting Jamie, Roy almost forgot to update his concerned ex. Jamie fled from the cab as soon as it came to a full stop, Beard following close behind. Roy lagged behind while he handed the driver the agreed-upon money.

“Here’s an extra hundred.” The cab driver held out his hand, but Roy held the money just out of reach. “You never fucking saw us.”

Eyes and hands in the untitled home invasion fic aka look at me all fucked up:

Jamie was yanked up by his hair and the rough hand around his wrist. This was the first time Jamie got a look at the three men. They were all wearing ski masks which Jamie took as a good sign. All he could see was their eyes but it was too dark to make out color. A hand released his hair to pull his left wrist behind his back to meet the other.

“Get something to tie his hands.”