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[numberonecodwomenfan]

ok ive seen a good few headcanons for where alex keller is from, so heres a poll

where is alex keller from

texas

tennessee

one of the carolinas

podunk small town in the midwest

california

georgia

other (specify pls)

Voting ended onMar 1, 2024

[suguann]

Simon is the type to put his wedding band in the velcro pouch on his chest when he’s out on the field, mostly because he can’t wear it for work, but he also doesn't want to get it dirty or taint it with the violence his hands see.

Sometimes, he wears it around his neck on a chain under his balaclava when he's away from you for an extended period of time, hoping it’ll help him find his way back to you—that one of these days while tucked away in a window, Simon won’t be on the receiving end of a barrel—and when he's home again, it returns to his finger. 

He silently takes in how your wedding bands look next to each other—shining silver staring back at him, scarred hands next to unblemished ones—when he places your intertwined fingers on his chest before he falls asleep at night.

The only time he allows his wedding ring to get dirty is when he's knuckles deep between your trembling thighs—your sticky-wet slick glinting in the low light of the room—or when Simon pushes those same fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucks you into the squeaky mattress deep and slow, grunting under his breath about how messy you are when your spit bubbles between your kiss-bitten lips.

You tell him how good he feels under a hitched breath, and his chest tightens because he can’t remember the last time someone used an adjective like that to describe him. Good. It’s weird how such a simple word can make Simon’s head spin and make him feel like he’s anything other than the man he is outside your bed.

A soldier. A killer. With you, he’s a husband—a best friend.

He ducks his head down to suck a little bruise right above your nipple, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, knowing that he’ll be the only one that’ll know it exists—that it’ll still be there long after he’s gone.

“Come on, love,” he breathes harshly, already close, wondering if this will be the time it finally takes. “Just a little more,” a small lie because there’s never just a little more when it comes to you.

[self-loving-vampire]

Psychologists out there saying things like "I only give medicine to people I would bang" and they just get away with it.

[self-loving-vampire]

[self-loving-vampire]

Like, think about how important HRT is for the average trans person. It's completely life-changing and unmatched as a medical intervention for that population's mental health.

And these people are withholding it based on "would I fuck that?" standards.

[the-haiku-bot]

And these people are

withholding it based on “would

I fuck that?” standards.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[ghouljams]

King!Konig writing to his gardener “this place is boring. Nobody’s even tried to kill me yet :( I miss you very much- have you thought anymore on my last marriage proposal? I shall write you again soon :)” while she reads the first word and then throws it into the fire

Literally exactly that:

"Schatz,

I hate it here. I have slept through the night every night since I have been here. There have been no assassination attempts, no poisonings, no excitement. I have been attempting to bait a knight into fighting me, he's weakness walks beside him and hardly seems to realize it. He's supposed to be a violent dog but I have yet to be bitten. It's terribly disappointing.

Have you thought any more about marrying me? The King here is trying to convince me to marry his daughter and-"

You toss the letter in your fire and go to find your own pen and paper. You write out only one sentence. "Marry the princess then," you tap the end of the quill against your lip and write down, "bastard" to finish it off.

König rips your letter open with a half rabid curiosity. His eyes scan over the single sentence. You never write him. It's cute, you're jealous. He wondered if you were reading his letters, assumed you were simply tossing them as soon as you got them, this was a pleasant reassurance. You don't give him many of those.

"Mein Liebe," he writes, already excited for this letter to meet your fire, "you give me the word and I will kill any princess in the way of our walk down the aisle."

[lxvvie]

Nasty bf Simon sparring with you when you wrap your legs around his neck to choke him and make him tap out. Instead, he presses his face closer to your 🐱 and takes a whiff to distracted. He breaks out of your hold with a shit eating grin and laughs at your flustered state.

Ghost's fuck nastiness makes him a habitual line stepper and he always takes it one step further. He runs that fat tongue of his over your clothed cunt, and will keep doing so until you loosen your hold. Fucker is smug about it the rest of the day.

All's fair in love and war, sweetheart.

[konigsblog]

hands slipping under...

gaz garrick x afab!reader.

tw/cw: touchy behaviour, groping, thigh fucking.

gaz garrick is a touchy man; he constantly has a hand on you, usually around your waist, running his fingertips down between your ribcage. you whimper and mewl quietly, giggling softly and turning your head over your shoulder, your lips pressed against each other as you kiss him sloppily and messily, moaning into the kiss and listening to the sound of his belt unfastening.

thigh fucking is a favourite for gaz - sliding inside your soft and warm thighs, his hot, lengthy and bulbous cock between your thighs, grinding and rocking his broad, muscular hips back and forth at the sweet, soft sensation against his shaft. the head of kyle's slick tip rubs against your puffy folds ever so slightly, his broad hips against your tight rear, and his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys along your bare skin.

kyle's large, slightly rough hands run up and down your pretty body, cupping your soft and supple breast, kneading it between his thick fingers. he sucks in a sharp, deep breath as his sensitive head rubs against your wet, sloppy folds again, his grunts coming out pained and guttural when you tease him for being so sensitive... ;3

[crimsonbubble]

mayhaps im writing smth for fem!bihan......

[waltzthegenderfluidpan]

👀

[blackulax]

They are just like me forreal

[white-throated-packrat]

every time I see film of a platypus I am struck again by how small they are

[woman-becomer]

sopping animals

[waltzthegenderfluidpan]

Bapy

[suguann]

There comes a point where Simon finally admits that he hates your new boyfriend—not that he’s liked any of your past relationships over the years, but this one he’s more vocal about—with a name not worth remembering. Matt? Martin?

He’d stopped trying after his first week back from work.

“I don’t fucking trust him,” he says one night while at the pub right under your apartment; it’s become a weekly ritual of sorts when he’s on leave ever since meeting you there on Soap’s birthday several years back. 

“You say that about every guy I have you meet,” you tell him in that know-it-all voice that you always use with him. “You hardly even know him, and his name’s Marcus, by the way. It wouldn’t kill you to use it.”

He snorts. “Love, the bloke would put his cock in anyone with tits and a warm cunt.”

“He wouldn’t,” your voice is soft because maybe you already know.

He would.

You’re so fucking oblivious that you don’t even realize this, but there’s nothing except stars in your eyes whenever you look at (or even talk about) the Naval officer who thinks he’s some bigshot because he can fly a plane. 

Even now, at your boyfriend’s promotion after-party in some back alley nightclub, he’s hardly talked to you or offered to get you a drink. You’re always too nervous to order one by yourself, and only Simon—tall and imposing standing beside you—could have the grumpiest bartender reach for the blender to make a blended cocktail. 

When he comes back with your drink—too big fingers unfolding the tiny umbrella for you—he watches your boyfriend (Marcus) flirt with a girl in a tight leather dress on the other side of the room. It’s that moment that he decides he’s tired of you giving your attention to someone who doesn’t deserve it, tired of you lying belly up for men who only want to sink their teeth into you and leave once they’ve had their fill. 

He likes to think he’s a pretty good friend—opening your eyes to something better is a job he takes rather seriously.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” he says after coming back with your third margarita, a small amount of frothy liquid sloshing over the side when he sets it down in front of you. “It’s okay to want it.”

You bite your lip, eyes dropping down to where he’s patting his thigh. “Just fun?”

“Yes, love.” He smiles. “Just fun.”

Let me.

Whether you’re tipsier than he thought or he’s just really persuasive, it’s easy to get you crawling into his lap in the corner of the cracked leather booth. His hands wander the span of your smooth thighs where your short skirt doesn’t reach, and he muffles a groan in your shoulder when you start squirming against the tent in his jeans.

You say his name like a warning when his hands find their way under your skirt, yet you’re biting back a moan and don’t tell him to stop.

Simon undoes his jeans and shifts them down before pushing up the back of your skirt and adjusting your hips to watch the tip of his dick slide between the covered cleft of your ass. Nobody in the room can see what the both of you are doing with your skirt fanning around his lap, but someone could if they were truly looking, and that has him tugging your panties to the side so he can feel you.

"Your boyfriend is too stupid to realize you're sitting here riding my lap. What do you think he'd say if he saw you like this?"

 “W-wait, Simon!” you squeak. “What if he sees—”

He’s almost tempted to roll his eyes at your blind devotion—I’ll deal with it—dealing with it would be him making sure the prick never tries talking to you again.

Then, his fingers, like iron at your hips, jerk you back to impale you on his cock. "Fuck," he says, voice trembling around the edges.

“O-oh! It’s too—ah—too big!”

He wraps a hand around the slender slope of your throat, fingers digging into vulnerable flesh as he pulls you back until his lips are at your ear, nose pressing into the soft skin of your cheek. “Come on, love. I know you can take the whole thing. Right inside this tight cunt.”

Simon thrusts into you shallowly, just the tip going in and out, and you whine, little fingers scrabbling at his wrist—gasping and shivering and bucking in the trap of his arms.

A smirk curls at the edges of his mouth when he finally bottoms out in your hot-wet cunt for your boyfriend to see from the other side of the room. He'd laugh at how his jaw drops, but he can only manage little choked intakes of air at the feel of you wrapped so tightly around him.

“Squeeze my cock for me—fuck, there you go.” He presses a kiss below your ear and reaches down to pet your soaked clit with his thumb. Feels the moment you realize that your boyfriend is watching when you tense up.

“I’ll deal with it,” he says again and again until you’re melting into him, thighs trembling around his. “Promise. I promise…”

I apologize if you see this again! I was trying to edit it, and it wouldn't format right with the gif.

[secondlina]

New Crow Time! It’s the Hound Knight. He’s a good boy!!!

[simpingoverquestionablemen]

[xintothewoodswegox]

Once again Goldie has blessed us with tags that feel like they should be their own fic

[ceilidho]

im telling you, we really cracked something when we started making Ghost call reader "bird"

[swemtpotamtam]

Tomorrow is gonna be the second anniversary of the invasion ruzzia launched against Ukraine, and the tenth anniversary of ruzzian aggression since 2014

Please, support us, keep talking about us, we are still being attacked and killed everyday

Make sure to donate to Come Back Alive, to Serhii Prytula, to any Ukrainian creative to keep us all afloat

War and genocide isn't a trend for social media, those are not some silly things for people to talk about and then forget once it's not "popular" anymore, those are actual atrocities that shouldn't even be a thing in the 21st century

[captainfern]

Hi fernie ☺️

I wanted to request some sweet time waking up next to Price/Gaz after getting back with them… these ex-husband and ex-boyfriend tropes are so bittersweet and I love them but I also crave some solid resolutions 😭 You can make this smut or pure fluff, whatever you want.

Thank you ❤️

ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now.

fem!reader, 18+ [unprotected piv, etc] — lazy writing/editing + formatting sorry

a/n: i’m so sorry for how late this is !! i’m literally terrible at completing my asks 😭 i hope this is good enough <3

He had come crawling back to you last night.

Amidst the howling wind and the cold, sleeting rain, John appeared on your doorstep like a stray dog— hair wet and clinging to his forehead, his clothes soaked through, his lips quirked into a slightly embarrassed smile.

And then, then he looked at you with those warm eyes, his pupils expanding beneath the weight of his gaze, and you folded.

Of course you folded.

You let him inside, allowed him into the cradle of your very life. A life in which you had built around the absence of him.

The divorce happened a year ago. The constant strain of John being away, and the crippling loneliness his job brought you, was too much to bear. Without him, your home had felt like a shell of itself, so empty and quiet. Separation allowed you to make your own home not-so reliant on him.

And maybe it was hard. Maybe you did cry for him, yearn for him in the penetratingly dark hours of the morning— a want for his body pressed to yours, a need for his heat against your chilled skin.

But you had to move on. You were strong and, once the initial emptiness of your ring finger no longer bothered you, you were set free. The shackles of grief snapped and crumpled and allowed you to spring forth into a fresh life.

Yet, the night he appeared on your front step, cold and white like a wraith against a sea of black, you allowed him entry.

There was no hesitation like you convinced yourself there’d be. There was no sort of what the hell are you doing here, John? You simply sighed, your heart clenching beneath the calloused fingers of your reappearing grief, and stepped aside.

He had thanked you profusely.

And then broke down.

Still in his wet clothes, he hung his head and let tears well in his eyes, his hands balled into fists at his sides as he attempted to control his emotions. You watched him patiently, your own sadness itching tightly at the back of your throat.

He apologised. For everything you knew affected the relationship, and for everything he thought affected the relationship.

Long periods of absence, missing important milestones in your life and holidays, the strained communication when in the field. He apologised for it all, shaking and dripping like the lost dog he was.

When he looked up at you, eyes red and glossy with tears, his cheeks rouged beneath his facial hair and lips bitten from nervousness, you broke too.

Of course I miss you, tumbled from your lips. Of course I still think about you. Of course I haven’t been with anyone else. Of course I want you back—

The two of you broke like a dam, a crack of lightening outside acting as the starting gun, spurring you on as you moved in unison, meeting together in a searing kiss that made you whine out for him. But his groan of pleasure, of relief, was louder than any sound he had ever made before. It made your heart flutter.

That night, he held you so impossibly close to him that you feared you may sink into him— that your souls would intertwine within the heat of him, and you’d be stuck with him forever. But, after a moment, you realised it wasn’t fear. You’d happily seep into the grooves of his soul if he let you.

The next morning, you awoke bundled in his strong, warm arms, the coarse hairs a deliciously familiar juxtaposition against your soft flesh. You moaned quietly as you drifted awake.

John stirred behind you, the arm he had around your midriff moving, his large hand moving to splay across the curve of your bare tummy. He pressed against the warm fat, nose in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. You whined when he gripped your tummy, but he just chuckled quietly with a kiss to the pulse beneath your ear.

Only now did you realise, against the warmth of the skin above your navel, that John was still wearing his wedding band.

It made your stomach flip.

Last night, while he had your knees to your ears, his cock heavy inside you, he asked about your rings.

“In the drawer— fuck— the bedside table—!” You moaned, his hips snapping forward, his stomach pressed to yours, pinning you to the bed.

He stopped only to lean over and open the drawer. Then, he fished out both your extravagant engagement ring, and the more simply wedding ring. Then, he resumed his thrusts, knocking another moan from your chest.

When you came around his cock with an earth-shattering orgasm, a moan of “Yes, John!” echoing through the room, he slipped the rings back onto your finger. Your sweet moans were a welcome nostalgia, a guilty-pleasure in this very moment. He came inside you after that.

Now, John was kissing the pulse behind your ear, arms around you, his chest to your back as he slotted one of his legs between yours, separating them so he could rut his hardening cock between the plushness of your thighs.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to you, the leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your wet folds, dipping in and out in a gentle rut with each movement of his hips. “I’ve missed my pretty wife.”

The hand on your stomach snaked down, brushing over your mound and then cupping you there, a finger pressing to the already swollen bud of your clit. He hummed when he began to run circles across it, slow and steady.

You mewled, arse moving backwards to press against him, then moving forward again to buck into his touch. The warmth of his cock between your thighs had your pussy fluttering, leaking.

“John…” You whispered, flexing the muscles of your thighs, the sensation against John’s cock making him groan. You begged, “Please, I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he whispered back, the ruddy tip of his cock finally snagging against your entrance. He slowly, slowly began pushing inside, splitting you open with a soft, wet sound. He moaned against your neck. “You’ll have me forever, sweetheart. Whenever you want me, you’ll have me.”

John bottomed out with one final lazy snap of his hips against your arse. You both moaned, the air around you warm and thick like honey.

His cock reached so deeply inside you, nudging the pliant plug of your cervix with each rut. His movements never left you empty, keeping you stretched open around his girth. Your cunt squeezed him, dribbling along your inner thighs now as he rocked into you, the mattress creaking beneath you both.

The finger in your clit sped up, the circles deepening and quickening in pace, timed with his thrusts as they grew faster and faster, still lazy, but coordinated and intent on dragging you to release.

The pleasure was sickly sweet, parting the veil of sleep with ease. You could taste it on your tongue, the precipice of your orgasm, and the many more to come— sweet and warm against the wintery rain outside. Just like John.

“John…” You whimpered, your body tightening, sweat building along your already-dewy skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so well for me. My good girl. My pretty wife,” he praised, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you every damn time. He drank in your moans, an elixir he had longed for since the moment you two separated, and continued his thrusts. Kissing your neck, he asked, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes—!” And you came around him, moaning loudly, writhing and spasming as your orgasm wracked through you. It was intense and hot and it had your pussy clenching around John’s cock like a vice.

Your acceptance made him moan, moan your name, and then come deep inside you, painting your slick walls white.

For a long while, he held you to him, cock still inside you, but the two of you weren’t in any hurry to part from one another. You felt sticky all over, skin tacky with sweat and cum, but you couldn’t care less. Wrapped up in your ex— your husband’s arms, was all that mattered.

“I love you,” John said to you. “Always have. Always will.”

[mezzyfunbon]

PLEASE DO NOT SCROLL

In a few days the KOSA bill we be decided if it should be passed or not, if this bill get passed there will be MASS internet censorship and much more. This bill will silence the lgbtq+ community and many more minorities, we can not let this bill be passed.

PLEASE go to https://www.badinternetbills.com/

Bad Internet Bills

All of the bad internet bills. One website.

Signing this takes no longer than a minute, I beg of all who sees this to sign. Every signature counts and means everything. There are also many other petitions you could sign out there but this is one of the main ones.

Please reblog this post and more like this, tag people, share badinernetbills.com on other platforms, share it to your friends, your family, everyone.

[valiants]

Aahh im in love with your Rudy and Alejandro! Got anything more planned for them?

I’d LOVE to draw them more but their bond is so epic and so strong, who am I to remark on it with my peasant hands…

[achivement-unlocked]

https://www.tumblr.com/achivement-unlocked/743086027324932096/kosa

Not the anon, but Kosa is a bill that's soon going to pass where minors on the internet get their parents to see what they search up and restrict things that are deemed "inappropriate." When in reality it prevents kids who are trying to learn about the lbgtq community and kids trying to identify abuse. The bill will change the internet forever and NOT in a good way.

Im pretty sure the anon is trying to ask you to spread awareness about this.

Some links to prevent this are:

https://www.badinternetbills.com/

https://www.stopkosa.com/

https://www.change.org/p/save-our-free-and-open-internet-stop-the-kids-online-safety-act

https://actionnetwork.org/petitions/censorship-wont-make-kids-safe?nowrapper=true#:~:text=Privacy%2C%20free%20expression%2C%20and%20LGBTQ%2B,tell%20them%20to%20reject%20KOSA

Breaking the gimmick for this one, here’s some resources for yall <33

[achivement-unlocked]

STOP THE KOSA

Can you spare a minute to help this campaign?

Recently got word of a petition to stop this, here!!

[pebiejeebies]

SORRY FOR THE TAG GUYS BUT WE ALL NEED YOUR VOTES!!

WE NEED YOUR FURY AND FEAR TO CONVINCE THEM!! VOTE AGAINST KOSA! WE HAVE DAYS LEFT BEFORE IT HAPPENS!

THE SUICIDE RATES WILL RISE, INFORMATION ABOUT PALESTINE WILL BE ERASED AND WIPED OFF OF THE INTERNET

WEBSITES LIKE AO3 WILL BE COMPLETELY WIPED AND DESTROYED FOR THE FREEDOM THEY HAVE

PEOPLE WHO ARE POC AND LGBT WILL STRUGGLE WITH EVERYTHING BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM THEM, THE SUPPORT AND REPRESENTATION!

THIS ISNT SAFETY!! THIS ISNT RIGHT!

THEY’LL TAKE ALL YOUR INFORMATION AND SEND IT TO YOUR PARENTS! YOULL BE FORCED TO EXPOSE MORE OF YOUR PERSONAL PRIVACY TO EVEN JOIN A WEBSITE

TAG EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND EVERYONE YOU DONT! DONT LET THIS GET THROUGH! PLEASE! <- genuinely horrified

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VOTE VOTE VOTE! DONT HESITATE! IF YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO, VOTE ON ANY AND EVERY KOSA PETITION YOU FIND! DONT LET THEM WIN.

USE THE KOSA TAGS, MAKE THEM TRENDING! DONT STAY SILENT!!

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

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I'M GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE PPL

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

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YET AGAIN GIMMIE A MOMENT

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

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this.

is.

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[alter-ego-cole]

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Sorry to tag you all but this is really important!!

[a-being-of-chaossss]

DONT WORRY ABOUT IT COLE!! IM HAPPY TO HELP

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[microwavingtoniii]

Alrighty folks.

@onemanburritoapocalypse @thatonepizzaman @theonewholiesbelow @knight-of-hallownest @kirbyofthestars @theonewholiesbelow @simply-a-moth @waffled-iron @pukicho @the-one-who-watches-wii @fireflychaosdemon @teeeabag @starstruck358 @kasey3285 @wolygan @a-url-that-exists @booleanboolio

Don’t have many people to tag but I’m taggin who I can. This shit’s important. Spread this post.

[wryloo]

SPREAD THIS NOW BECAUSE I RIP YOUR ANKLES OFF

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i think that's all of them. you guys BETT,ER

[rotterr]

I WILL FUCKING SKIN YOU

@ave661. @tanked-up. @thegnomelord.

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

@groguspicklejar. @d0youc0py.

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