#passes gently

[klauskalgreeves]

Soap doesn't even spare a moment to think before he leans forward. Their lips met and do nothing else, because Ghost freezes beneath him like stone. He immediately begins to pull back, fearing he's gravely mistaken this growing connection between them. Perhaps it was a mistake. Ghost is still an enigma to him, and his mother had always told him not to go poking at wild animals otherwise he’ll end up hurt.

Instead of sinking his teeth in, Ghost surges forward and all his resolve shatters.

Ghost’s lips brush his; soft and delicate- just long enough that he could inhale his breath—feel the warmth of his skin then he’s gone again. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol linger heavily on his tongue.

A gap is created between them then, and they blink, huffing out little gasps of breath. There's another shrinking moment then they're moving again, and Soap kisses Ghost like he's always wanted to kiss him -like the way he'd always imagined. It's soft and featherlight; hot and breathy. There are no attempts at winning a battle but simply two beings seeking union and closeness and sharing one breath- one sensation- one timeless and passionate moment. The growing heat rises on his cheeks as Ghost’s tongue slips into his mouth, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lays within- seeking to chase down the little whines that escape with mouth unbidden.

Soap can do nothing but hang on for the ride, and he arches into curious hands that are pushing against the material of his t-shirt. This seems to excite the other if the somewhat primal growl that reverbs in his mouth has anything to say about it, and Ghost straddles his hips and pushes down. Soap gasps at the friction, arms wrapping around the other's back and clenching the material there between his fingers. Above him, Ghost laughs, and it sounds like gentle chimes and birdsong; like pure bliss and radiance. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

It's perfect. Everything is perfect, and Soap could burst with the happiness he feels.

"Simon," he whispers.

The name escapes him, unbidden and unfiltered. Raw and real. He's not even aware he said it- not truly- until Ghost is pulling away from him.

Soap blinks at the sudden change in pace and is greeted with such a look of quiet devastation he feels like he's been punched in the gut.

“We can’t do this,” Ghost whispers, and he’s already at arms length and pulling the abandoned mask back over his face.

The moment shatters into little pieces and Soap is left gaping in its wake. He feels flayed- lying here on the floor with his shirt rucked up to his waist.

“Why?” He asks. It’s all he can say.

“We just fuckin’ can’t, alright? Forget this even happened,” Ghost replies, angry now, turning his back on him and leaving the room.

He slams the door on the way out.

Soap lies there for an agonisingly long moment, trying to connect the man who just left the room and the man who was kissing him. His lips tingle, and it’s the only tell that it happened at all.

He thinks about his mothers warning about wild animals and lets his head hit the floor.

He should have listened to her.

[ewwww-what]

It’s a metaphor, Hold on.

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[beanghostprincess]

i think sabo got the habit of biting as a love language from luffy and ace and now every time they see each other sabo will go chomp chomp on luffy's cheek and luffy will go nom nom on sabo's arm and everyone around them witnesses two of the most influential men in present history biting each other like lunatics

[mobius-m-mobius]

Moon, a hole of light, Through the big top tent up high Here before and after me, Shinin' down on me Moon, tell me if I could, Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, Could it shine down here with you? - my love mine all mine; mitski

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[skyward-floored]

It’s botw’s birthday and I think we should all be very loud about Wild and what a cool guy he is

Happy birthday champion! 🎉

Look at him go!!! what a guy <3

[thief-of-eggs]

Hey commenters on AO3! If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all! No one likes a backhanded comment like this.

[noecoded]

ur bunny ♡

[carnivorousyandeere]

Alright more thoughts— specifically about Marcus with afab Darling and kegel balls. Please heed the warnings, this one’s fucked up

More Unethical Pelvic Floor Therapy with Marcus

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: abuse of power, gaslighting, unethical medicine, intentional bad medical advice (leaving kegel balls in for extended periods can actually fatigue your muscles and damage them; any company suggesting you do this instead of actual exercises is working from pseudoscience. If it’s your kink to leave ‘em in a long time go ham or whatever… just know the risks), smut, dubcon, overstimulation, painful fingering, painful sex, mating press but no talk of actual breeding

Info: gn afab reader

Your physical therapists had recommended you start using kegel balls— “it’ll help with your mood and disgestion!” Said one. “It’s a great workout, helps keep you healthy,” nodded the second. The last insinuated it would improve your sex life— as if you’d had sex with anyone but the three of them since you started visiting their office.

None of them had really explained how you were supposed to use them, so you figured your best bet would be to ask Marcus. The other two would insist on “showing you how to use them,” and you’d just end up fucked out in one of their offices again. When you asked, he just laughed a little and pushed up his glasses, typing away at his computer and not sparing a glance, as if you should already know the answer.

“You lube it up, with as little lube as possible, and slide it into the vaginal canal. Then, it should rest rather comfortably near your cervix, much as a tampon might. After that, you just let it stay there for a few hours while you go about your day. Your pelvic floor muscles will contract as you go about your day.”

“Oh…” you feel your face burning. “Is that… it, then?”

“Mm?” Marcus finally glances up at you. “Yeah? You shouldn’t keep them in for longer than eight hours at a time. And if you think the ones we’ll be sending you home with are too big, or you experience any pain or unusual discharge, come back in right away.”

~~~

You made it a few days. The feeling was strange, though not unpleasant— at first. You could feel it inside you as you walked around, though if you ignored it the feeling began to fade. You did notice yourself squirming a bit more, finding it harder to get comfortable. You felt… full in a way you hadn’t before. Eating and drinking made the pressure in your gut all the more noticeable. You tried not to think about it too much, and took it out at the end of your day as instructed, even though the lack of a string to pull it by was a little difficult.

The second day, you had a little trouble inserting the ball, though not too much. You did notice a small ache as the day wore on, and that your underwear felt a little more… wet than usual. At the end of the day, though, you were able to take the ball out and relax.

You woke up hot and wet the third day. You felt a little tight, but the ball slipped in without much trouble. You couldn’t focus on anything, though. Your abdomen felt so tight and hot. You feared you might leak through your underwear, and had to come home early to try and compose yourself. But try as you might when you got home, you couldn’t get the kegel ball out. You’d gotten too tight, painfully so. Embarrassed and needier than you could remember being in a long while, you pulled your clothes back up and make your way to the clinic for Marcus’ help.

~~~

It doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on between your panicked expression and the sweat beading at your temples, even as you struggle to tell him what’s wrong. Marcus coaxes you to undress. You lay back on an exam table, and Marcus quickly dawns a sterile mask and a pair of gloves, spreading lube over his gloved fingers. You hiss and flinch away when his fingers ghost over your clit. You see Marcus’ glimmering eyes narrow over his mask.

“You kept that damn thing in for hours a day, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, you… told me to…”

Marcus’ eyebrows shoot up. “There’s no way… that’s far too long… your poor muscles must be so fatigued.”

He slides a finger inside you, eyebrows raising even a bit further when the tip of his finger meets the kegel ball still lodged inside you. “You couldn’t even get it out again… poor baby.”

He ignores your pained whines as he slides his finger in and out, adding a bit more lube to ease you. He doesn’t want to permanently injure you, after all… You tense and tear up as a second finger begins to slide in. Marcus shushes you, holding your hip with his other hand and brushing his thumb over the skin.

“You’ll be alright, we’ve just gotta open you up enough to pull it out.” He scissors his fingers gently, working you open. His eyes rove hungrily over your form, following the tears that drip from your eyes and devouring your pained expression like it’s a fine dessert. His pants feel much too tight.

Eventually, Marcus is able to grab the small ball and gently wiggle it free. You let out a sigh of relief and slump against the table when his hands leave you, and the ball thumps onto the table then clatters away onto the floor, forgotten as Marcus’ hands come back to spread you open to get a good look. Your folds are wet and puffy, much more than from the lube. Marcus twitches in his pants, fighting back a groan.

You tense again, wet eyes darting to him in surprise when you feel his finger testing your entrance again. “M-Marcus, please, it’s too—“

“Sore?” He interrupts. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you don’t listen to me. And if I don’t massage out these muscles now, it’s only gonna feel worse on down the line.”

You whine, turning your face to the side as Marcus slides that finger deeper inside and slides his mask down with his other hand. He kisses your cheek, tasting the tear tracks there. You shut your eyes and nod. It’s all you can do.

Your muscles are just too tight, clenching painfully around around his thick fingers as he works them inside. He spreads you apart a little bit more, keeping up the pretense of helping to relieve the ache in your core, before his fingers find that sensitive spot inside you. You jolt at the feeling, a lightning bolt of strained pleasure that has you gritting your teeth through the stars in your vision.

Marcus shushes you as you pant and groan at the strange feeling building in your gut, his fingers working that spot ever more harshly. He reassures you that everything’s going to be okay. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, strokes your hip with his free hand. It’s the most painful orgasm you’ve ever felt, but the relief that follows as you gush around his fingers is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You go boneless against the exam table, covering your face and willing your heart to calm down.

Marcus’ fingers still, but only for a moment. He curls them again right before you can catch your breath.

“M-Marcus, no, it hurts, I can’t-”

He curls his fingers harder, breathing in your pained whine as his lips ghost over yours.

“I’ll help you feel better, but you need to relax.”

“I can’t,” you sob.

“You can,” he insists. “Be good and let me help you.”

You sob harder, finding yourself nodding again, relinquishing control over yourself as you let him work you over on his fingers again and again. You feel so tired, so achy, the burning pleasure rubbing your nerves raw like sandpaper.

Marcus relishes in your cries, making you cum twice, then thrice, before losing patience and slipping his scrubs down to rub his cock against you. You jolt and cry out even louder as his tip brushes over your clit. Marcus bites his lip, fighting back a groan at the sight. You look so pretty, tear-stained and incoherent.

He can’t help running his hands up the backs of your thighs, slick with sweat, and pressing them firmly against your chest as he slides in. Marcus stays still for a moment, savoring how hot and wet you are. You’re so tight that every twitch of him inside you makes you gasp with the discomfort. He knows you’re only going to be more sore in the morning. The thought of taking care of you, so weak and helpless, only makes him twitch even harder, moaning against the shell of your ear.

[y2ksnowglobe]

Okay, okay, so follow me here... After everything, like...Nicky is trying to be more a part of Taylor's life, so like, he sees him every other weekend or whatever. Usually takes Taylor somewhere cool and exciting, but one Friday, he gets a call from Cass talking about how Taylor got sick and she understands if he wants to change his weekend or whatever, but Nick is like "No!" taking care of my son is just as valuable as a weekend at whatever anime related event Nick had been considering taking Taylor to. And it's just, Nick busting out the tools he'd used when Taylor was little, mixed in with some of Glenn's sworn by sickness cures, and the more reasonable but still heartwarming things that Jodie and Morgan did for him when he was sick, and Taylor maybe was dealing with a smidge of insecurity that his dad only likes to be around when things are exciting and when Taylor can match that energy, and it's just really sweet and reassuring to see his dad still loving and caring about him when that involves sleeping for most of the day and watching The Price is Right which in the future is hosted by a hologram of Bob Barker.

[fighting-naturalist]

Daniel in "Resurrection"

[chiropteracupola]

stephen berry on history, mortality and infinity (taken from "the historian as death investigator," 2011)

[charactersmashorpass]

"feral murder wife <3"

[frenchtantan]

A'ight so I loved the end of Baghera's stream, with her cubito driving a boat towards her PAST, along with banger music. However, after re-watching the books she found at the Federation offices... it seems she's going to the wrong place.

Code breaking is not her thing. She didn't bother to translate the (to me very obvious) T H E E S C A P E I S A T R A P in her old diary, and after that she skimmed through the books with hexadecimal.

Thing is, those books said the following:

Page 2:

BIO LABORATORY 02

LOCATION

X17195 Z201447

Page 3:

OLD: SIX ZERO SEVEN TWO

NEW: FACILITY MOVED

Page 4:

BIO LABORATORY 03

LOCATION

X17195 Z165009

Page 5:

OLD: ONE FOUR THREE EIGHT

NEW: FIVE FIVE NINE ZERO

Page 6: she never showed it.

Problem is, because the signed books required her to copy everything by hand, she only translated page 2 and 5. Meaning that she has the coordinates of an abandoned facility with the codes of the new one, 40k blocks away. Her comeback stream is gonna be one of frustration 😅

[altruistic-meme]

AFTG Touch Doc <3

Short summary: Hi, my name is Abram (he/they). Please enjoy the fruits of my labor that took over a month and a half (as well as a good portion of my sanity) to compile and collect. I’m not even finished yet. 

This document is simply a collection of quotes and moments from the All For The Game trilogy dealing directly with touch. 

The inspiration came from some notes I took almost 2 years ago while flipping through TFC for a fanfic I was writing at the time. This post talks more about those notes in general and this post is specifically what caused me to start this project born out of the thought: “The way Andrew and Neil act when it comes to touch is so backwards.” (regarding fanon vs. canon)

Unfortunately for me, I got hung up on this because I absolutely love looking at the ways that fanon strays from canon. Fortunately for you, that means I compiled this whole document so you don’t have to!

Please enjoy this free resource for whatever joyous or nefarious things you may need it for.

[ LINK TO THE FULL DOCUMENT ]

[artbribery]

Picture: Danny, as little baby man, with an army of ghost blobs living inside a trash container like a family of possums in Gotham and suddenly someone opens that container and there is a glowing mass with equally glowing eyes staring at them frozen.