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The Perfect Conversation Starter: "Couldn’t Sleep?"

Unable to sleep and get some much-needed rest, Vin takes to sitting outside and keeping an eye on Octavio. As it turns out, Callie can't sleep, either. They talk about it.

[hymemena]

Wet And Hard Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: 

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"You're so wet."

"Aww, it's dripping for me."

"I love how wet you get for me."

"Listen to all that noise your pussy/ass makes around my fingers."

"Do you need more lube?"

"Do you even need lube?"

"Your cock's drooling so much already."

"Your cock/pussy's already weeping for me."

"Look how wet/hard you are."

"You drip so much when I do this."

"I love the sound of how wet you are."

"Men can get wet, too."

"Can you hear how wet I've made you?"

"Are you this hard/wet for me?"

"Did I do this? I made you this wet/hard?"

"I'll keep teasing you until you come, I love watching you drip like this."

[maplecaster]

new story is up on my neocities!!!

Discovery is a backstory for some main characters :>

[epithet-beloved]

If I may humbly request some food for the Timeless Love/ZoraCharles fans? We have to get by until HPC somehow ;w;

Really though thank you I love this blog and all y’all behind it rock

PROOF READER

synopsis… Zora gives Charles' new book a proof read and has a couple things she would like to add.

ft.  zora salazar, charles foxtrot

tags… fluff, literally just pure fluff, epithet erased spoilers, because charles is here, i love them so much guys they're so girlfriends

word count… 338

a/n… This isn't as long as I would have liked but I'm low on writing juice lately ue ue ue I'm sorry women ✧ 🦇

“So… What do you think?” 

Charles’ voice sounded shy as Zora flipped through the various pages in her hands. Some were strewn on the ground (Zora wasn’t the most tidy woman), while the rest were held messily in her hands. 

The two were sitting on the floor of Charles’ room; although Charles had started by being sat on her bed, she had climbed down after a while to be able to sit next to Zora as the woman read her manuscript.

Charles’ head was leaning on her partner’s shoulder as the brunette kept making a mess on the floor with the papers after she had read through them. Luckily, Charles had thought of numbering them beforehand.

“Needs more cowboys,” Zora simply commented, wrapping an arm around Charles’ shoulders.

“But it’s futuristic,” Charles giggled, “I don’t think there would be cowboys…”

“Yes there could!”  Zora interrupted as she shook Charles lightly; the blonde couldn’t help but giggle.  “Cowboys fit anywhere! Even more fun if they’re cyborg cowboys!”

“That sounds interesting, actually…”  Charles thought aloud, and Zora’s chest swelled with pride.

“What if… The love interest was secretly a cyborg cowboy…”

“That’s such a good idea- THIS is why I love ya, darlin’.”  Zora’s hug tightened around her, and Charles couldn’t help but blush and hide her face at the brunette’s loud declaration of love.

“They’re kinda like us in a way,” Zora joked as she held her with one arm and her free hand went to grab a page from off the floor, “I like that.”

“Oh, you’re definitely inspiration for the cyborg cowboy.”

“‘cause I’m just so cool!”  Zora exclaimed with a laugh, but was quickly shut up by Charles going to kiss her cheek.

“You are! Thank you so much for reading this for me and pitching the idea. I’m definitely adding that.”

Suddenly, Zora’s demeanor changed to a shyer one, her face now flushed from the sudden affection from her girlfriend; he couldn’t help the lovestruck grin that spread across her face.

“Always a pleasure, sunshine.”

[nari-writes]

"Kon, are you- oh. Hm."

The sixteen-year-old version of his boyfriend blinks at him with terrified doe eyes from the bed, and Tim purses his lips. "So that's today, huh? Alright. Kon, I'm making pancakes. This is a Tango-Foxtrot situation, and I'm sorry but we had to change your codes a few times since you were sixteen and I don't remember where you are on the personal timeline to get it right the first time."

"-why'd we have to change my codes?"

(You died, Tim thinks, you died and the next time I heard you say 'to die would be an awfully big adventure' I couldn't look at you for a month.)

"You never told me why," Tim says evenly, and it's not even a lie.

[cozy-fantasy-corner]

Band of Idiots Pt. 5: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (Sneak Peak)

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: It’s Steve’s 21st birthday, and the night takes a wild turn

Walking alongside Steve and Bucky, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the carefree days of our youth. We were all more than grown now, life having beaten us all down. Today was a welcome reprieve from the daily hubbub of work and domestic life. It was Steve's 21st birthday and the excitement was palpable in the air. 

The events of that summer day in 1934 felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the laughter and ease of the present. We had settled into a rhythm. Bucky and I kept our love reserved around Steve, but over the years there was a shift. Something bubbled under the surface of our trio. Perhaps tension, no. It was softer than that. 

I threw up a silent prayer to the Virgin Mother, pleading for tonight to just be about celebrating Stevie. No nonsense, just liquor and laughter and a little bit of dancing. Okay, maybe more than a little. How lovely it would be, dancing the night away with my lover and my dearest friend. All I could do is hope. 

[raggedygator]

the past is ever present, the sun smiles at you with eternal malice.

[memehyena]

Short Smut Fic Challenge!

I have started a short smut fic challenge with myself. I try and write something with 1k words or less based on a prompt. I thought I’d make a prompt list and make it public for others to use! Feel free to submit requests to add to the prompt list!

Word/Sentence Prompts

Heat/Heated/Warmth

Chill/Cold/Ice

When We Touch It Is Magic

Skin On Skin Contact

Wet Mouths Are Best

I Need You In All Ways

Two Souls Intertwined

So Sexy It Hurts

Unconventional Locations

Look Into My Eyes

A New Angle

These Carnal Delights

Experiments

Love And Death

That Isn’t Right

In Public

Earth-Shattering

Shudder

Tease

Discoveries

Dialog Prompts

“I can’t stop.”

“Your body is a temple and I plan on worshiping you.”

“Please-- I need you.”

“If you don’t throw me down and ravage me, I’m going to riot.”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease, I’ll be good.”

“Give it to me hard.”

“You don’t usually like it rough.”

“I love the way you look at me when you go down on me.”

“You don’t like to be teased?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean.”

“I want to take you into that bathroom and ravish you.”

“I need you to understand that I can’t wait.”

“Take me now.”

“Right here?”

“I want you to ride my face.”

“If you can’t take it, then take me.”

“That tickles!”

“You feel so good.”

“Don’t do this to me, I can’t--”

“Thank you~ Thankyouthankyouthankyou~”

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

vices for the prompt !!!

you were so nice and tried to set me up for Smoke Break but I did OC stuff instead. foxtrot parkour king of bad choices

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Graham had few vices, coffee yes, but who didn't have a caffeine addiction in this day and age? There were the late nights, the one mmo he sold his spare time to, and the occasional drink.

With Aiden he wasn't really sure. Didn't like to poke the guy. He always acted like he was going to slip out of his skin and disappear into the night if you looked at him too hard. Or showed an ounce of interest or care.

Graham had had easier times in the past with feral cats than his new neighbor turned almost-friend. The guy would enter his apartment upon promise of food. They'd shoot the shit. He'd even waved back in the hallway! Progress was being made.

He's a little miffed when work calls and interrupts their conversation. Aiden's nice enough to step out onto the balcony while he speaks to his supervisor about something that could have been an email.

It's a few minutes later when Kingfisher fuzzes its speaker like it does when its judging him and wants him to know. Graham looks over from where he's listening to useless chatter on his phone to the waveform on the screen next to the door.

"The Stray is smoking. On my grounds. On your balcony." It sneers.

Graham looks from it to the balcony door to find…nothing. No one.

"Hey, I'm going to have to call you back. Something came up." He says numbly and hangs up.

"Well he was on your balcony. He's in my blindspots now."

"What? What do you mean? We're on the second floor?"

"You had your call. The Stray was acting weird, like always. I watched him pull out a cigarette and it seems he overheard me inform you of the deed and well. He went over."

"He what? Is he okay?" Graham strides over to the door and pulls it open hard enough it shakes. "Is he okay?"

"You already asked that. He's in my blindspots and not flat on the ground. No wonder I have problems tracking him. Probably crawls out his own window now that he's gutted the place."

Graham stops leaning over his balcony railing and looks back confused and concerned. "But he's on the third floor…"

"Yes, and I have the luck of attracting the strangest tenants. Do try to keep up."

[gottalovev]

Speaking of my Warlord Steve story.... here are the details!

A Leap of Faith

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe AU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark A few additional Tags (see all on AO3): Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Warlord Steve Rogers, Prince Tony Stark, Kidnapped Tony Stark, Power Imbalance, Past Violence, Revenge, Enemies to Lovers, Language Barrier (sort of)

Summary:

When Steven was young, his entire homeland was wiped out by King Howard Stark's invading army. Now a mighty warlord with an army of his own at his back, he takes the one thing he assumes will anger Stark the most: his only son and heir. Steven is soon baffled by this strange—and very handsome—prince, who is nothing like he assumed. On top, King Howard is not getting out of his fortified city, and Steven's troops are getting restless.

As a @cap-ironman​, it comes with FABULOUS art by @jetblackfeeling​ and @massivespacewren​. Wow. Just wow!

Art by Jetblackfeeling and Art by MassiveSpaceWren  (give them all the love they deserve!)

Also, this story exists in large part through @sabrecmc​‘s amazing generosity through @marveltrumpshate​ 2021. Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! ❤️ Also, I had secured the beta powers of @elwenyere​ through the MTH2021 event, who, with @gonetoarcadia​, helped me make this story so much better. Gratitude all around 🥰

[dexholderr]

hands u the callie n vin oneshot wip (below the cut cause its kinda long); thinkin abt maybe callin it somethin like 'The Perfect Conversation Starter: Not Being Able to Sleep'

+a messy doodle from 2am :]

Beyond the sound of the wind that the cabin thankfully blocked, all was quiet in Tentakeel Outpost. The sun had set a few hours ago, and the only light came from the moon, and the few lanterns scattered across the area around the cabin.

It was just enough for Vin to be able to see their breath in front of their face in the just-cold-enough air with every exhale. Despite the visible evidence right in front of them, though, they barely processed the chill, far too focused on keeping watch on the sleeping DJ in his snowglobe, set in a far corner of the outpost.

Vin almost wished they were asleep as well, Tyde, Marie, and Callie having settled down to rest not long after the sun went down. They knew they wouldn’t be able to sleep, though, not in their current state.

If their nerves about leaving Octavio alone with no one to keep an eye on him wouldn't be enough to keep them awake, then the stinging, burning pain along the left side of their head and shoulder and seemingly endless ringing in their left ear would be more than enough.

Their right ear twitches slightly when they hear the faint creak of the cabin’s front door opening, and they turn to see who else was awake at this hour. A vague look of surprise crosses their face when they realize that it was Callie stepping through the door, turning to make sure it closed quietly. Vin tilts their head in confusion as they spot the hoodie she was carrying, despite already having a pink jacket on.

Callie gives them the faintest hints of a tired smile as she meets their eyes, moving to sit next to them on their right as she holds the hoodie out towards them. They don’t take it, still confused, and Callie huffs lightly, deciding to just drop it on their lap instead.

“It’s freezing out here, and you’re wearing a t-shirt and shorts.” Callie supplied before Vin could ask about it, “Please just put on the hoodie. It’s one of Marie’s, if that makes you feel any better?” She tactfully does not point out the fact that she could see the other squid shivering through the front window.

If Vin wasn’t so tired, they’re sure they would have been flustered by the idea of wearing one of Marie’s hoodies, but instead they just give a small nod and quiet hum in thanks as they pull it on. They honestly hadn’t really felt the cold when they stepped out to keep an eye on Octavio, hero hoodie left on a stool inside to be cleaned and mended later.

Thinking about the state of their hero hoodie just made them more aware of what happened to land it in such a state, and they failed to hold back a small wince as a fresh wave of pain stabbed through their left side.

They close their eyes for a moment as they scooch back to lean against the front of the cabin, waiting for it to dull back to the ache they had slowly been getting used to. They’re grateful that Callie doesn’t comment, though they don’t notice the flash of guilt that crossed her face as she watched them. One of her hands grabs the bottom of her jacket tightly, the rest of her just as tense.

She quickly schools her expression back into something she hopes is more neutral as they focus back on her. She didn't, couldn't relax, but she hoped the other agent wouldn’t notice. They look exhausted, but their gaze is still sharp and focused, occasionally glancing towards the large snowglobe that Callie refused to acknowledge. She notes that Vin was mainly focused on her, though, looking as though they were contemplating something.

Callie braced herself, preparing for whatever they might have to say, be it distrust, accusations, asking her to leave, or whatever else it might be. But as they actually started to speak, she could only blink in surprise when it was none of that.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Vin asks, tone curious, but not prying. They don’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she already seems to be, but they can’t deny being slightly curious as to why one of the NSS members that seemed most in need of proper rest once they got back from Cephalon HQ was currently awake. They weren’t about to say that out loud, though, knowing that she could fully point out their hypocrisy.

Callie doesn’t respond for a moment, still reeling from the fact that Vin wasn’t being even remotely hostile or negative towards her (not that she would blame them…). A quick shake of the head though, and she turns her gaze to the stars as she thinks about how to answer. How does one even respond to such a simple question, when taking the events of the day they’ve all had into account?

She decides to answer with a question of her own, one she’s had since her head was clear enough to understand what all had happened with Octavio and what had happened to Vin as a result. With the way they’re both sitting and the bandages Tyde had used to cover everything, Callie can’t see their wounds, but she can clearly remember the sight of Vin’s shredded left ear and torn up shoulder. Clear evidence of being too close to a too large suction bomb as it goes off.

She remembers feeling sick at the sight, guilt sitting heavy in her stomach. Were it not for Marie clinging on to her so tightly, Callie was sure she would’ve crumpled under the weight of it. The worst part, though, was the look Vin gave her when their eyes met for the first time.

They looked… content. Not scared, or angry. Sure, the pain Vin felt was clear on their face, but they still smiled. A soft thing, almost like they were happy to see the very same squid that had hurt them now standing not even twenty feet away from them. She couldn’t understand it, couldn’t understand them.

“Why are you still here?” She asks, voice giving nothing away towards her feelings about the question and their possible answer. She still hasn’t relaxed though, so Vin can guess well enough about how important it is to her. They give a quiet hum, also turning to the stars as they think over how to answer. They could say so much, but in truth, the answer was easy.

“Because I want to be.” They reply, a small grin crossing their face as they turn their gaze back to her. The simple answer again leaves Callie reeling, surprise and confusion clear in her expression before being quickly replaced by doubt.

“But why? I’d get it if it was just Marie and Tyde, but I literally tried to kill you! You got blown up because of me! How are you so calm about all of this?!” Callie’s voice slowly gets louder as she goes on, all of her doubt and fear and lack of understanding pouring out, no longer being able to be held in. The only thing that stops her is Vin suddenly shifting to lean against her, their head resting on her shoulder.

Vin lets out an almost inaudible sigh as they feel Callie somehow get even more tense, and they slowly reach down to take her hand, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. She doesn’t, and Vin grabs her hand and holds it with far more tenderness than Callie felt she deserved. They give a gentle squeeze, a silent act that they hoped was comforting. Another beat of silence, and then they speak, voice soft.

“I don’t blame you for that. I know it wasn’t your fault. Sure, I got blown up, but it’s not like you specifically were the one to launch the bombs at me. Octavio was the one taking all the shots at me, controlling every attack made towards me. The way I see it, is that at worse, you were just an unfortunate third party.”

Callie looked like she wanted to disagree, but Vin didn’t even give her a chance to argue as they gave another small sigh, followed by a weak chuckle before they continued, “Plus, it probably would’ve happened even if you weren’t there.”

Now it was Callie’s turn to tilt her head in confusion as she stared down at the top of the other agent’s head. She wishes she could get a better view of their face from their current position, but she had no intentions of asking them to move. Her voice is a soft murmur as she questions them. “...What? What do you mean?”

Vin turns their head up a bit to meet her eye, flashing her another grin. “Cause I also was there to save the Great Zapfish. Saving you became my priority as soon as I learned about what happened, but Marie originally recruited me under the guise of returning the Zapfish. So even if you hadn’t been involved at all, I still would’ve ended up fighting Octavio, and been just as likely to be blown up. So genuinely, I don’t blame you at all. If anything, I’m just glad I could help bring you back home, away from him.”

Their last word comes out as a hiss, their gaze sharp as daggers as they glared towards the DJ’s current residence. Callie gives their hand a light squeeze, hoping to return the favor in hopefully providing comfort as she tries to process everything they said.

A large part of her doesn’t want to believe them, wants to insist that they’re just trying to be kind and spare her feelings. Another, smaller, quieter part of her desperately wants to believe them, though. Wants to believe that the squid that seems to have made themself quite comfortable against her side truly didn’t blame her for what happened, didn’t hold it against her.

And in truth, how could she tell either way? She had just met them today, and this was the first time they had actually talked, what with them needing medical attention for their wounds and Marie not wanting to leave Callie’s side for even a second once they got off the top of Sheldon’s truck, so scared of something else happening to drag Callie away again. It took the convincing of everyone, even Sheldon, to just get her to sit down and rest for even just a moment, despite the fact that she was swaying on her feet by the time they got back to Tentakeel Outpost, exhaustion clear.

[gimme-a-thrust]

SO, I've been wanting to talk about Baby, I Got Your Money, otherwise nicknamed the "Cucking Mammon Fic."

Essentially, the idea is that Mammon didn't know that Ozzie was fucking Fizzarolli, who he had fired and Ozzie sort of took in immediately. Upon finding out, Mammon is offered a threesome and is being kind of obstinate about it, so Ozzie suggests he watch.

Fizzarolli goes full gremlin when Ozzie lets it slip that Mammon's a cuck and honestly I've been wanting to work on cucking Mammon for a couple days, now. I need to work on something else but I also need to work on this lol Oops.

I'm gonna try and work on this for another half hour and see if I can work on something else after.

[ecoamerica]

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[seeminglyseph]

I’m a totally cool mature adult okay. totally. I got a couple toys that together became almost exactly my OC and I ran with it. I’m not sorry. it’s my baby boy Kitchen-Ade now.

[theaterism]

 ☕ for fox!! <33

muse tea - accepting

the teacup warms your hands. for a minute or so, you simply hold it. tiny fireworks sparkle and burst on the porcelain, the illusion tingling beneath your fingers. you trace patterns you’ve memorized, gentle when you come across any cracks from misadventures.

this teacup has traveled all over the world and fallen several times along the way. much to your relief, it has survived; and much to your amazement, you were lucky enough to discover it. it’s chipped from an incident you haven’t learned about yet, and though you’re curious what happened, you hesitate to ask about it. in any case, you want to keep this teacup safe, to make sure it is never abandoned again.

ruby-hued liquid shimmers in the cup. flecks of gold swirl within it like bits of sunlight. you inhale its scent and feel like you’ve climbed onto a rooftop and taken a breath of fresh air beneath a brilliant blue sky. the first time you encountered this tea, it felt oddly familiar, as though you recognized it on some deeper level despite having never tasted it before. it’s more than familiar by now, but you could never grow tired of it. it’s become your favorite tea, in fact, though you still believe it is too good for someone like you.

you take a sip. sparkling warmth dances across your tongue, as though the tea is infused with jests and laughter and applause. it’s bold and refreshing and citrusy, laced with berries and wildflowers. when you swallow, warmth blooms in your chest as well.

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. you feel like you’re drinking liquid sunshine — the essence of summertime and mischief and heart-racing excitement. it fills you with energy. you want to leap between rooftops, to explore and seek new adventures, to perform daring pranks (alongside someone in particular, of course). it’s invigorating, yet reassuringly familiar at the same time.

… hmm. maybe you should’ve saved this for the morning rather than drinking it before bed. it may keep you up all night! you don’t mind, though.

something at the bottom of the cup catches your eye. curious, you peer inside and spot a bit of writing that wasn’t there before. ‘vibe check!’ it reads.

a puzzled hum rings in your throat before someone embraces you from behind. your heart skips a beat on instinct, but you’ve already recognized who has surprised you, and your smile matches theirs within moments. you melt in their arms and feel at home.

your defense lowers greatly!

your heart is warm. hp fully restored!

your face is warm. you’ve been flustered!

[sockempossum]

More Xenoblade sketch dump. This time going into how Dawn carries herself around others.

It’s fun and also good practice to get into the mindset of how your OC would get around. Especially if their design makes them very different from the rest of the world they inhabit.

[statusquoergo]

[ecoamerica]

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