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norel-ravenclaw · 6 months

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Sanji • One Piece

Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

Featured characters: Sanji

Genre: BDSM Erotica

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1900

Description: Requested by @kellerific93 … Dating Sanji has been a whirlwind romance. But now that you’ve been together for a while, he wants to introduce you to… new pleasures.

(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)

“Finally, a break!” Sanji tosses our bags by the door of the lovely seaside cottage we’ve rented for the weekend.

The other strawhats are spending time in town, but we decided to spend some… quality time together.

And… something new.

As soon as the door is closed behind me, Sanji pushes me up against it.

“Oh!” I squirm against his much larger body as he presses himself fully against me.

He smirks down at me, leaning in close. One hand unbuttons his suit jacket. “Are you ready for this?”

I nod, my heart racing. “Y-yes sir.”

That’s all it takes to spark the flame in his eyes. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair and cheek tenderly, whispering, “I promise I’ll take good care of you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“…Mhm.”

“Remember the safe word?”

I chuckle. “Oregano.”

“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”

“Mhm.”

He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”

“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.

He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.

“Yes master.”

He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.

I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.

“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”

He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.

“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.

They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.

I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.

His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.

“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”

Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.

He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.

Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.

“Trying to run? How cute.”

He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.

Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.

A collar.

We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.

In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.

Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”

I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.

Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”

Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.

“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”

Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.

“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”

I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”

Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”

I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.

A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”

I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”

“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”

Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.

He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.

The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.

“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”

He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”

Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.

He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”

Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.

I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.

“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”

His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.

We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.

“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”

I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.

“M-master! Agh! Mm!”

While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.

The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.

With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.

I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.

Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.

I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.

“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”

He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.

I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”

Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.

“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”

Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”

The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.

Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.

A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.

“Ah! W-wait!”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”

I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.

“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”

#opla #one piece live action sanji #one piece live action #one piece #opla sanji #one piece Sanji #opla smut #one piece smut #one piece live action smut #sanji smut #sanji x reader #live action sanji #norel writes

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technology-devotee · 4 months

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Every time one of my irls who knows i’m objectum asks “can i be objectum for a-“ im like YES!

YOU CAN BE OBJ FOR ANYTHING! That computer? Yes! That building? Yes! That song? YES !!!

And being obj is so fun too!! Like yes this computer is my boyfriend! Yes i have a rivalry with that building! Yes i kiss my disc drive every time i burn a DVD!

Being objectum is so freeing and so fun. Like i find so much joy and intimacy in everyday activities when it’s with the objects i love. <3

#objectum #technology #objectum for tech #old technology #objectophilia #obj #objecto #objectum positivity #objectum platonic #🗣️

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nsfwordwitch · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 20

Prompt: Foodplay Pairing: Astarion x Halsin 1144 Words

cw for blood, gore and animal death

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The moon is little more than a sliver in the sky over the woods outside Baldur's Gate, the perfect night for Astarion to hunt. For the first time, he doesn't hunt alone. Halsin had offered to join him, and he accepted with the hope that together, the two of them could kill something too treacherous for Astarion on his own. Something more delectable.

They find the wolf on a prowl of its own. They had tracked it, together, Astarion spotting its tracks in the dirt and Halsin sniffing it out with his animal senses. Astarion draws its attention by intentionally rustling the leaves of the trees, and Halsin follows it at a distance in bear form. Astarion waits for the wolf to enter a small clearing, then leaps at it from the brush. He doesn't quite catch it, and it bolts, only to find 600 pounds of bear waiting for it. Halsin roars and takes a swipe at the wolf, inciting a yelp and forcing it back.

Astarion jumps on it, getting his arms around its neck. He throws a forearm across its windpipe and holds on. The wolf thrashes, trying to throw him, but before long it loses energy and goes limp underneath him.

He looks at Halsin, still in wild shape, and nods at him. "Well done," he says, before going for the kill.

He buries his face in the fur of the wolf's neck and sinks his teeth into its flesh. He draws out the blood, filling his mouth, reveling in it streaming down his throat. The blood sprays out of the beast as its heart beats its last, overflowing his mouth and running down his face to his chest.

He gorges himself, delighted and entranced by the blood of a fellow predator. Nothing like the blood of a person, but more than that of a prey animal. A sense of the natural order disturbed. It's delicious.

When he's drained it dry, he reels back. He leans against a tree, giddiness rising in him. He watches as Halsin falls over the carcass and eats his fill, too. He starts with the throat, tearing it out where Astarion drained it. Astarion watches in horror and wonder as he rips apart the wolf's torso, digging into its flesh with his powerful jaws.

Halsin pulls back from the carcass and transforms back into a man. His breaths come heavy, extension and excitement in his face. Astarion is watching him closely. "I hope it satisfied,” he says, “despite its state of exsanguination."

"My hunger, yes, but I have other desires yet unsated."

Halsin is staring at him, and Astarion's pulse quickens when he realizes that other desire is not unwanted. But Halsin will have to ask.

Halsin approaches him, and Astarion wonders at what a sight he must be. He can feel the wolf's blood dripping down from his chin to his chest. Halsin reaches toward his face, then stops.

"May I have a taste?" he asks, voice heavy.

Astarion studies him. "You may."

Halsin grasps his jaw and leans down to Astarion, his wide tongue lapping up the blood on his cheek and chin. Astarion shivers and grabs Halsin's wrist, holding it in place. When Halsin's tongue almost reaches the edge of his lips, he stops. Astarion waits.

Halsin releases his chin and backs away. "I apologize, Astarion. I fear I–I have overstepped."

"Halsin." Astarion draws two fingers through the still-wet blood on his chest and offers them, dripping, to Halsin. "Will you come have a taste?"

"Yes," Halsin says, and Astarion's fingertips part his lips. Halsin's breathing is heavy around his fingers, and he takes them deep as he can, not breaking eye contact. Astarion pulls Halsin's head toward him, leading him down to his neck. "You may," he breathes.

Halsin draws his tongue up the length of Astarion's neck, making him release some very undignified noises. He clutches to Halsin's body, melting into his arms. When Halsin's mouth reaches his, he kisses him back hungrily, thrilling at the iron of the blood on his tongue. He senses Halsin's reluctance to move on, unsure what he might object to. Astarion has no patience for it.

He takes Halsin's face in his hands, staring him down. "Don't hold back."

Halsin's gaze moves between his eyes and his lips. "You're sure?"

"I've seen you with Weft. I know you'll stop if I tell you to." A sly smile crosses his lips. "I don't plan to, however."

Halsin growls, lust written across his face, and lays Astarion down in the grass. He kisses him while his hands are busy untying Astarion's trousers. He strips Astarion's lower half slowly, revealing his legs one slow inch at a time. He slips under Astarion's legs as he crawls back up, bringing his face to his erection. Astarion wipes some blood on his thumb and draws a line up the top side of his shaft. Halsin grins, and takes Astarion into his mouth.

Astarion sighs and lets his head fall back. Halsin is as good with his mouth as he suspected; even Weft's technique has improved since sleeping with him. Halsin's tongue presses into his cock and he moans. He bucks into his mouth, and moans again when Halsin takes him in deeper. "Wait," he says, and Halsin releases his cock immediately. "I want to fuck you."

"Of course, Halsin says. "I mean, as you wish."

Astarion's lips quirk in a smile. "Then undress for me."

Halsin hurries out of his clothes, and straddles Astarion, who lines the head of his cock up with his hole. He teases it, and Halsin grunts in frustration. Astarion grins at him.

"Ever so eager," he teases.

"How could I not be?" Halsin says, his voice strained. He hovers just above Astarion's cock. "With you, beneath me?"

"Then fall."

Halsin drops his hips and Astarion slides into him. Astarion huffs out a breath and thrusts up into him, making Halsin's voice catch. They move against each other, Astarion reaching deep into him, drawing out sounds that make his insides burn.

"Don't stop," he tells Halsin, and Halsin nods, riding him harder. Astarion comes with a gasp, and grips Halsin's thighs. "Don't stop." He holds out his palm and presses Halsin's cock into his own belly.

"Yes, that's–" Halsin says. He keeps riding, Astarion's hand stroking him as he does. Astarion feels him tighten around his cock, and then Halsin cries out and shoots his come onto his own stomach, reaching as far as his chest.

He eases off of Astarion, collapsing beside him. They look at each other, and Astarion feels…shy? How strange.

"Looks like we both need to clean up, now," Halsin says.

"Yes, unfortunately. If only there was a third person here." He pauses, looking at the stars. "Gods Weft is going to be insufferable about this."

Halsin laughs. "I'm afraid so."

#r-18 #baldur's gate 3 #kinktober 2023 #astarion #astarion baldur's gate 3 #halsin #halsin baldur's gate 3

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itsgoghtime · 4 months

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World in Color

Chapter III

Words : 2108

CW : angst. get a tissue box, cause it isn’t happy. it moves fast and it will probably hurt. 🥺

taglist : @valmare @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @horserad-ish

Be careful what you wish for.

It wasn't a phrase Will had ever associated with something good - he had always looked at it in a negative light - to be cautious about things that could have a negative impact.

He hadn't expected it to apply to romance.

March 20th, Will was woken up by his phone ringing. It was one of the few nights he hadn't spent at Pumpkin's, but given six hours to get his affairs in order, he had almost wished he had.

Almost.

What was he supposed to do? While there was an undoubtedly strong connection with Pumpkin, he could not imagine putting her through a long deployment - much less put her through war.

It was early enough in the morning that Will knew he had time. He could drive to her house, kiss her senseless, and apologize for the remaining five hours he had left.

And yet...

Will packed his bag, pulling the uniforms out of the wardrobe Erin had been lending him. It did not take him long to get them all, but as the last uniform went in, there was a soft thud at the bottom of the wardrobe. His gaze softened.

No, no - this wasn't a possibility either. He wasn't going to give this to her and have some severe accident befall him, leaving her alone and tied to someone that wouldn't be around anymore.

Instead, he tucked that little velvet box into his bag too. He'd give it to her when he got home.

If she was still around when he got home.

If he even made it home.

Spooky's mind swirled violently with the endless array of possibilities. It all boiled down to two options - would he break it off, or would he just let her be and decide for herself?

Instead of deciding, he put pen to paper and began to write.

As the ink adhered to the lines, he was whisked away in a daydream.

The way life was supposed to be.

The world, calm. The future, bright.

It all would have started tonight. The ring would have fit her finger perfectly - he had checked, compared it to some of the rings she wore regularly.

A wedding, some time later, but not too much later, as he needed her to have his last name as soon as possible. It was meant to be. He knew it was - right down to his core.

They'd build a quiet little house with a wrap around porch on a moderately sized piece of land, not too far from Erin, where they'd raise a family. Four or five kids, Will had mused. If he let his mind wander, he could hear their little voices - perfectly theirs, a mix of him and Pumpkin, who was already baking the next addition, gently beckoning to their kids to come and sit at the dinner table that Will would have made them their first year of marriage, from a tree that they would pick together.

As the fantasy wore on, it lost the swirls of color he had so often associated with his love.

Will was coming back to the grey reality that he was leaving. This daydream, while not completely unfounded, was being surrounded by the ravenous wolves that closed in with the beginning of the war in Iraq. He couldn't ask Pumpkin to wait - he just couldn't ask that of her.

But he longed to hold her one last time - his arms ached for her steady heart to beat against his chest, for her to look up at him the way she always did, for them to be whole. Together. Their final semblance of peace before he'd be forced out of her loving embrace and into vicious territories of fear.

No, he couldn't do that to her either.

Spooky glanced at the clock. Two hours left. He'd need to get on the bus in a half an hour to make it to base on time.

He folded up the letter, writing her name on the front. He held it to his chest, hoping his heart would beat healing into the envelope.

Last check of the duffel bag. The velvet box mocked him, screaming injustice and hurt into his eardrums. He opened it, looking at the singular object that would have changed his life forever. The object that would have made her officially his. He set the box aside, and put the cool piece of metal into the pocket by his heart. This way, she would be with him. Always.

The trek up from the basement stairs was longer than Will remembered. Each step felt heavier, weighed down by what he knew he was doing, and where he was going to.

Erin was waiting in the front room. In his years in the service, he had never been sure as to how Erin always just... knew.

She stared at him, then at the envelope in his hands.

"You really should just call. Or have her come over."

Will shook his head. "I can't do that to her."

"William, it's only fair. She's given everything to you - everything, body and soul - and you're just going to give her a slip of lined paper to hold onto for however long you're gone?" Erin whispered, not wanting to wake her children, but trying to get her point across with her tone of granite.

Will couldn't find the words to respond. His expression bled with hurt, trying to hold back tears as his hand stretched towards her with the envelope.

"Erin, please..."

Erin shook her head, sighing defeatedly as she took the envelope from his hands. "I don't know what I'm going to tell her."

Will went quiet again. He had so much to tell Pumpkin - so much, of the future he wanted so badly to have with her, the future that was so rightfully theirs, together. He just... couldn't find the words.

Erin pulled him in for a hug.

"Congratulations on your remission. Say bye to the kids for me." Will whispered.

Erin simply nodded in response, unable to find exactly what she wanted to say.

Spooky pulled away, grabbing his duffle bag. Erin stared from across the room.

"You get out there, you stop them, and you come back home and marry that girl that loves you so much." She said, arms crossed in her usual older sister way.

Any words Will could have said were choked in the bottom of his throat, thick with emotion. He just nodded, and walked out the door.

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Erin watched her front window carefully all day, anxious about Pumpkin's arrival. They were close friends now, and while she regarded her as a sister and felt that they could confide in each other, Erin knew this would not be an easy conversation.

Seeing those familiar headlights bounce up the road brought the tears she had been expecting.

This was supposed to be a happy occasion.

Pumpkin was supposed to come over, and the family would celebrate Erin's cancer going into remission. Pumpkin had made cupcakes - funfetti, Erin's favorite kind.

Then, Will had arranged with Erin that he'd go into the kitchen to help Pumpkin clean up, and get down on one knee and pop the question everyone had been waiting for. The dishes would be finished and they'd emerge from the kitchen an engaged couple.

But instead, Pumpkin's smile disappeared the moment she found Erin in the entryway. She set down the cupcakes, hugging her tightly.

"He-he's... he's gone..." Erin sobbed.

Pumpkin began to shake. "What? Erin, no..."

"He was deployed this morning. I am so sorry..."

Pumpkin staved off tears longer than Erin had guessed.

"Something had felt off this morning when I woke up... I suppose this was it." She sat down on the piano bench, staring at the envelope with her name on it.

"He left that for you." Erin crossed her arms, biting her nails, nervous about what the letter could contain.

This was it. This would either put Pumpkin at ease, or break her heart into little pieces.

It didn't take Pumpkin thirty seconds before her tears began. Erin sat down and put her arm around her.

"I-I..." Pumpkin sobbed, handing the tear stained paper to Erin. She took it from her softly, reading the contents addressed to her brother's love.

By the time you read this, I will have already left for Fort McCoy, to get ready to be shipped out with my special ops unit tomorrow. As you probably already know, the U.S. has just declared war, and since I'm in the Marines, we're the first boots on the ground.

I couldn't bring myself to come and see you before I shipped out.

It's better this way.

Take care,

William MacPherson

Erin couldn't find the words for what she wanted to say. It was trapped, unable to move from her throat. How could he leave Pumpkin like this? She had thought there was really something there - and now, it was falling apart right before her eyes. Erin's heart hurt for Pumpkin, and she pulled her into a hug, dropping the tear stained paper to the ground.

Pumpkin spoke up first, a couple minutes later.

"I guess... Will must not love me anymore."

"No, no... that's not true." Erin sobbed.

"Erin, if he did, he would have come to say goodbye. Or he would have at least promised to come home to me in his letter, give me some string of hope to hold onto. But he didn't. Something is wrong with me - he just... doesn't love me anymore." Pumpkin whimpered.

Erin hugged Pumpkin tighter, rocking her softly back and forth on the bench.

It was all she could do for someone whose life was shattering in her arms.

Erin's youngest wandered up the basement stairs with tears in his eyes.

"Mama, where's Uncle Will?"

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"Corporal Silva! You'll be bunking with Sergeant MacPherson." The superior officer barked, leaving the barracks.

"Hey, man, how's it going? My name's Miguel." He stretched out his hand to Will, who took his hand and shook it before getting onto their respective levels of the bunk.

"Will."

"Nice to meet you, Will. I bet you...." The words Miguel was saying from the top bunk were blurring.

The way Miguel talked and talked and talked gave Will some white noise as he stared up at the metal above his head. His hand wandered to his pocket, pulling the ring out and twisting it in his fingers.

Gosh, he missed her.

He closed his eyes, thinking of her soft hair, the way her body swayed with his when they danced in the kitchen, her smile that never ceased to bring him to his knees. He could smell her baking, the way her movement became magic the moment her mixer began. If Spooky focused further, he could feel her soft nose brushing affectionately against his jaw, her soft body against his in a cuddle. Her voice, so damn soft and devoted to him.

Pumpkin had always worn her heart on her sleeve - it was one of Will's favorite things about her. She was so in tune with her emotions, even if it caused her some initial embarrassment at the beginning of their relationship.

They had blossomed into something Erin had called "the perfect couple". And, as Will reflected, she had been right. Their lives had intertwined in the way saltwater taffy is pulled - in the way the planets revolve around the sun - they complimented each other, and yet, were somehow the same in the end.

Spooky and Pumpkin's lives were a concerto - their souls danced in a perfect euphony, harmonizing with each movement they made together in the future's direction.

Will came back to reality enough to recognize his face was wet. He was crying, but he wouldn't wipe the tears streaming down his cheeks.

No, these were for Pumpkin. And he'd let them be - he would let these tears fall for his sweet love as long as they needed to, soak through his tan camouflage uniform to his skin, maybe allowing them to paint his scarred skin with stars. The stars Pumpkin had lit in his soul - the very same stars he knew he had dimmed in her by the way he had departed.

No. These tears would stay.

And maybe, just maybe, feeling practically a world away from each other, Pumpkin would feel him.

"I'm sorry." Will whispered to the now quiet bunk. Miguel had fallen asleep quite some time ago, but Will had been so zoned out he hadn't noticed the soft snoring until now.

"Your Spooky loves you, Pumpkin. So much." He choked quietly.

"And I am so sorry."

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#world in color #will ‘spooky’ macpherson #william macpherson #spooky #spooky x pumpkin #spooky and pumpkin #spooky x reader #conspiracy 2008 #conspiracy #val kilmer

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ventigh · 2 years

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here it is! presenting my little coordinator!emmet au :) basically it's an au where emmet chose to become pokemon coordinator instead of a subway boss. coordinators are known for taking care of their pokemon n pulling off performances by displaying both style and skill.

and in this case, emmet would be known to fill the spot of unova's top coordinator :D

electrifying! MUCH more in the cut! :)

had a super, super lovely time drawing his team! yup, he's still contending w his big three :33 the other slots consists of:

one story-relevant pkmn, one mega-evolving pkmn, and one of ingo's pkmn that he uses from time to time [im sure u can guess which one ;))]

if anyone has any suggestions on wc mega-evo pokemon emmet could use, lemme know! ^^

pokemon contests not only have a preliminary visual round, but a battle round as well wc emmet very much appreciates. this round has a bit more nuance than regular battles bc the main obj here is to lower ur opponent's style points rather than win outright. u can do that by either making your opponent look bad, making yourself look better, or landing a hit on ur opponent. u also win through ko's --called battle-offs-- but judges may also announce defeat if your pokemon looks to be in a bad shape to continue, even if they can still technically fight.

pretty fun right? :D

ingo n emmet have def had their share of strategy squabbling over popcorn while revisiting emmet's old contest footage.

oh! and ingo still works in gear station. they both still love trains. emmet comes on his off days to battle challengers [tho he doesnt have his own line anymore].

his brother is very verrry supportive of his career of course. there's a lot different due to the switch, n certainly there'd been more excitement and problems than before, but deep-down they're still the same as always :))

gotta take care of ur little star, ingo. a kiss good luck doodle before emmet's match? ^^ sighh <333

#blankshipping #ventigh art #coordinator!emmet au #thanks for reading!

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starheirxero · 2 months

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god i wish making a game was easy. i'd make an arcade dating simulator

#xero says things #inspired by the fact that's what i THOUGHT I SAW #but then it turns you just meet human people at an arcade #which is cool i GUESS.#but not as cool as it coulda been to romance the arcade machines.......#obj kissing

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puppy--jam · 5 months

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Pixel art isn't that bad but it's not for my nerves. And I gonna create my own scpokemons. I got that idea while I was translating one of my books on wattpad (now I only translate, nothing more). If you wanna read (about scp of course) here's link.

Here's some example of one shot cause why not?

Genre: comedy, scp

50 kiss challenge

It would have been a normal day at Site-04 if SCP-106 and SCP-035 had not decided to meet in SCP-079's containment room. The Mask possesed a MTF guy who had a level four card and FN P90 rifle.

"Friends." the computer spoke."Challenges are recently quite popular."

"What challenges?" asked SCP-106.

"Various. Some challenges take days other can be done as drawings or movies...."

"Can I challenge someone?" the Mask asked and SCP-079 answered yes. "So I challenge you, SCP-106!"

"You're on."

"You've got 50 Kiss Challenge." SCP-035 said smiling. "You have to kiss 50 different people or things with face in lips not including me and 079."

"What? Fine! It'll be interesting!"

The Mask laughed and then said:

"We have to somehow watch you. Do you have a view to most cameras, 079?"

"Yes, of course but I cannot know where 106 go if he will use his way."

"Don't worry about it. I can make a telepathic connection with 106."

"Excellent, 035. From now the challenge begins."

SCP-106 disappeared in slime stain and the Mask went to the control room where monitors were. On one screen was 079's face and on the others were corridors of Heavy Containment Zone and one was black. On that last one monitor the computer was showing 106 doing his challenge.

"He's in SCP-173's room." the Mask said.

The computer switched on the 173's camera. The Old Man walked slowly to the sculpture which was standing by wall. When 106 was close enough, he said:

"It's only challenge." then he kissed his painted face. "Goodbye."

While SCP-106 were walking through he wall, the element of "face" where the sculpture had been kissed began to rot. SCP-173 was shoched by that situation. The sculpture ran to the corner and fell there to lie in own shit.

Next the Old Man's stop was office where SCP-173 had been watched. There were two scientist there. 106 kissed only one scientist because the second one ran away.

"I am not a gay!" SCP-106 yelled. "It's only challenge!"

Seeing person who was running away and hearing the alarm, 106 thought that challenge wouldn't be so easy. However the Old Man had an ace up his sleeve. He spoke to SCP-035 by his thoughts that he was going to rooms of Class D and the Mask said it to the computer.

"Unfortunately I haven't the view into the prison cells. 106 must take them out to the corridor."

The Mask nodded and delivered that request to the Old Man. 106 sighed and started to do job. He entered to the first cell in which was some woman who had started screaming seeing the object.

"Sexy." SCP commented and then he catched her in order to take her out to the corridor next. Then he kissed her with passion. "Okay, that's enough for you."

He let her go and went to the next cell. In that one and the others 106 did exactly the same thing what with woman. When he was entering to the twenty fithe lucky one and he saw that the prisoner was sitting on the toilet he walked out from that cell. Then the alarm rang out.

"Here's Site-04. We've got containment breach, Keter Class. All personnel, report to safe areas."

The Old Man didn't care about that and he was continueing his challenge. Meanwhile the computer and the Mask had trouble. Two scienist came to SCP-079 who were been shooted by SCP-035. Two SCP's had to be careful. Additionally the computer saw a group of scientist who were preparing a trap for SCP-106. The Mask said it to the Old Man.

"Listen, they want to use femur breaker. I advise you to take care of it."

"Okay." 106 said and then he kissed a random elder ."Yuck! What did you ate?!"

SCP-106 teleported to the office from which his cage was observating by scienists. He made it at the last moment. Three MTF's men aimed in the objech which was standing beside lever which was turning off the machine.

"Come on." the Old Man said. "I know you want that sexy body."

MTF starded shoot but the bullets didn't hurt the object which wasn't moving. If he walked to random person, another person could turn on femur breaker and it would end bad.

"Touch the lever." SCP-106 heard the Mask's voice.

So he did it. The lever turned in ash. The object's smile became bigger and he started the hunt which SCP-035 and SCP-079 were watching. When the Old Man was going to kiss the scientist, he said:

"I know you want this. I saw the way you were looking at me."

"The fuck?!"

"Shh... This is that moment." then 106 passionately kissed the man and let him go. "Okay, five left. Where should I go? I know! I am going to go to 049!"

The Old Man after a while made his way to the doctor's chamber. He catched two guards and one scientist. Two persons left to the end of task and one of them was behind the door. SCP-106 walked through them and saw the object sitting by desk. It didn't hear him. The Old Man walked to SCP-049 and he was going to kiss him but one small problem suddenly appeared.

"Where's your lips?!"

SCP-049 got scared therefore he hitted the Old Man.

"Oh my... I'm sorry! I didn't know you were here!"

The doctor bent to 106 who was lying on the ground and holding his head.

"Alright..." he replied and he got up with closed eyes. "Aaa! Fuck!"

That was a mistake because when the Old Man was getting up, he didn't see anything and so he had a meeting with SCP-049's beeck which got stuck in his eye.

"I'm sorry!" the doctor was yelling.

"Fuck you!" SCP-106 entered his dimension. "Two more people... I'm going to Gate B."

That was a good idea. Many people were going to the Gate B. The Old Man quickly catched two people and then kissed them and after that he spitted their faces. Then he came back again to his dimension and made a contach with the Mask.

"Done. I can't anymore. Farewell from 106."

"He did it." 035 said to 079.

"Agreed. Mission accomplished successfully."

"I will be going." the Mask said. "But one more thing before I leave. I challenge you."

"There is 78 % chance that your challenge will be kinkly but I accept it."

"Fuck SCP-682."

#scp #scp 999 #scp-999 #my gif #art #scp art #scp foundation #wattpad #scp pokemon #pokemon scp #scpokemon #scp one shot #one shot #kiss challenge #scp 106 #scp 035 #scp 079

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romansbookshelfofelves · 23 hours

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Objectum Remus who's nightly routine consists of kissing all 101 of it's object partners before going to sleep except it takes so long that it's morning now and it begins rot's morning routine of kissing all 101 of its obje

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objectlovingobject · 8 months

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Hello!! I apologize if this has already been asked, or if your asks aren't open currently.

I am heavily questioning objectum, and wondered how you found out/realized it yourself

And, any tips on telling friends ? I am very open with telling my freinds stuff about myself, I am Very anxious and scared about telling them, though

Howdy!

For me, i had a mini awakening when i realized i felt that plushies were sentient(obj sentience is not a requirement of being objectum) and that i could have relationships with them(i conflated platonic feelings for semi romantic during a period of great trauma, but in general i only feel platonic or familial to plushies) i think i had knowledge of what objectum was before that tho, bc i remember googling objectum a little after >< but i forgot abt objectum once i put those stuffies away(they reminded me of sadness)

But my 'true' awakening was a yr or so ago? I was on my computer(dont remember what i was doing) and i looked over at him(my compy) and i was filled with like. Intense affection and desire, so i like... started to kiss him and stuff and wrote some posts on my other blog, before making this one >< but i made this blog so i could figure my stuff out and interact with the community and learn about the culture haha, but also its fun to make posts ^^

When it came to telling friends, i think what i did first was ask if they knew what objectum was, then i said something along the lines of 'ya know when people are in love with their cars? Thats me but my computer' they were v nice and understanding, and its a bit of a meme now lol, like when we watch bobs burgers and bob talks to his utensils/food me and my friends go like 'epic objectum moment' or 'objectum win' and stuff ><

But id gauge their tolerance by asking what they know abt objectum and then slowly leading the convo to saying that you might be ^^

I hope all goes well for you, and i hope ur friends are chill haha! Good luck in ur objectum journey, even if you end up not being objectum ^^

#objectum #osor #posic #sorry if i wasnt too much help haha #anon #answered

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gillianthecat · 2 years

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Thoughts while watching Love in the Air episode 8 (PrapaiSky 1):

~ Obviously they're going to return to that first illegal race to start this section - no question, everything was set up for that to happen. Yet I still feel inordinately proud of myself for predicting it. 😊

~ 🥺 Sky psyching himself up to follow Rain.

~ I don't think we've met Pakin yet? He keeps getting hyped as scary and I had the sudden thought that he's Sky's evil ex. But I don't think that would actually make sense.

~ What motorcycle adjacent company is sponsoring this, by the way? I wondered last time and then never looked into it.

~ Ooh. I think I like this moment of first eye contact - Prapai's interest and smirk, Sky's [puzzled?] stare. The musical cues there were effective.

~ I really really want to like these two together. Please Mame, don't fuck it up for me. Please.

~ I personally connect more with these actors and their chemistry, which makes them more fun to watch, but would also make any creepy parts harder for me to brush off. (Who am I kidding, I know there will be dubcon stuff, the only question is how much, how dubious, and for what percentage of their story.)

~ Sky! I love you. The way he gathers up his courage and grabs Prapai's collar. 💜

Ok. Well this kissing looks pretty fucking consensual so far (if I close my eyes and ignore the whole pressuring him into part.)

Ok. Yeah. That was hot. 🥵 😳 And Sky definitely looked like he was enjoying himself.

~ Ok why are we revisiting this entire scene with Rain and Puyu? Not what I'm here for. Oh maybe it's exposition about how powerful/dangerous the street race organizers are? (But we don't need the whole scene for that, musical cues, kiss and all. It takes away from the PrapaiSky momentum.)

~ Sky 🥺 Why are you sad?

~ But so far it feels like dubcon and pressure, not noncon, so it's tolerable to me. It helps that it's obvious that Sky enjoyed the sex, just doesn't trust Prapai (understandably!)

~ I hope this little nepotism baby at his desk in his suit is supposed to look like a kid playing dress up to go to his dad's office, because he does. Although he looks very good in the suit anyway.

~ Yes Sky! Ignore him and just walk out the door! I love you. 💜 (Shades of Sher from Fahlanruk)

~ I think I like this structure of both characters recalling the night before in flashes the next morning.

~ Prapai is smitten. It's adorable. And it feels true to me that he would be after that night.

~ Ooh. An entirely new character. Hello little brother. An odd conversation that I'm just going to ignore, but we establish that Prapai likes being single and free.

~ I'm starting to feel hopeful that Prapai will have his own character arc and have to change in some way. But not confident.

~ Oh, Sky 🥺

~ I do like that LITA is continuing this structure of their parallel lives in montage. And that we're revisiting some of the university moments from Sky's perspective.

~ Ok. Time skip.

~ SIG!!!! Sig Sig Sig 🥳 (And possible support for a Sig-Som background romance? 👀)

~ Long suffering Sky. My baby.

~ Random non-Sky lover, and Prapai is not feeling it.

~ SIG!!! He continues to be great 🥰 And it's nice to see a more serious but still weirdo side to him. Mediate, baby!

~ I guess we're still mid RainPayu? I don't remember their exact timeline, but I do think it wasn't finished until summer break.

~ Wise elder and occasional wingman/occasional cockblock Saifah is back.

~ I actually like Prapai's decision to pursue Sky. He's waited months, Sky's still on his mind; it makes sense. (However I still don't trust how he's going to go about his pursuit.)

~ More weather puns. They're probably even better if I understand Thai.

~ Sig relaxing and having fun reading 💜 And pulling an all-nighter to do it. I knew there was a reason he's a fandom fave.

~ (More acting through pouting. I'm still not sure about this choice, even with my beloved Sky. Ok, actually I am sure; I don't like it.)

~ Ok, yes, objectively Prapai is being a creep here. But it kinda works for me. And I love Sky's sarcastic responses. 💜 (I think he knows who it is?)

~ Or I guess not?

~ Not to justify predatory behavior, but I'm gonna justify predatory behavior by saying that it's at least plausible that Prapai would think that Sky would welcome this game. (If I squint and ignore a lot.)

~ Oh, Sky 🥺 Is that why you think it couldn't be Prapai? Obviously he's attracted to you, that's how this all started, remember? Are you dealing with low self esteem along with your trauma?

~ More shirtless seme in his home gym scene for... reasons. Damn, this scene isn't even pretending to be about anything but admiring Prapai's body. No objection here. I have to say, my first thought (other than hot!) when I see a muscled up actor these days is "good for him, I'm glad he gets a chance to show off all that hard work in building those muscles."

~ SIG!!! 🥳 In the perfect setting for his weirdness. I'll bet $100 bucks this scene was improvised by Tonnam.

~ Hiding behind the box!! Instant reflex. I love it. Too bad it's also completely ineffective.

~ Rain! Why are you selling out your bestie like this? 😟 oh, I guess he's just kind of oblivious.

~ Prapai is a manipulative dick, but my expectations for him were on the floor, so I'm able to find it kind of cute. And Sky kind of opened himself up by not accepting Rain's offer for a ride. He seems like he'd know better.

~ Prapai's attempt at seduction is neither awful nor all that interesting. I like Sky's hardass responses though.

~ Aww, I think I'm gonna like Sky's developing habit of grabbing Prapai by the collar. And Prapai's smitten look as he Sky walks away.

~ Again establishing (to the audience though not to Prapai) that it's lack of trust, not lack of interest.

~ the steel-hearted boy. I love it.

~ Sky makes a very good point and Rain should grovel. Never give out anyone's phone number without their permission. Rain you darling space cadet.

~ I 💜 Sky

~ Not really excited about this dorm manager gossip, tbh. I like her outfits though, those triangle earrings especially.

~ The complex and nuanced journey of Sky's face when he's on the phone with Prapai. (My instinct is to blame all the moments of overacting on the director, because he can be quite good and subtle.)

~ Plant daddy 🪴 Sky doesn't want to hurt the sunflowers 🌻 🥺 (25 bucks that next episode we'll see them in a vase and not in the trash can.)

~ Teenagers. Lol, Sky is four years older than you, you nepo baby.

~ I like this (probably long-suffering) assistant!

I went into this with basement level expectations for Prapai, both because of Mame in general, and because from the few glimpses I saw on my dash that made it past the filters, it seemed like people hated him. He managed to be nowhere near as bad as I expected, so I was able to enjoy him and Sky overall. I'm sure if I'd watched it naïve I would have hated him much more.

#love in the air #prapaisky #love in the air ep 8 #live in the air the series #kind of like liveblogging #gillianthecat reacts to bl #reaction by gillianthecat #sig!!!!!!#tonnam piamchon

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Omgosh guys. Remember when I was shown that bridge breaking apart and wobbling when the mysterious visitors from another galaxy visited me? Remember when they said I was a bridge between the worlds? And now this happened.

https://x.com/mossadil/status/1772515148588105996?s=46&t=81HbOHvjKICPZpAbxtcT8g

Praying for Baltimore.

Also recall the LORD spoke to us about the Flock and OBJ who was on the BALTIMORE RAVENS???

I am screaminggggggggggggggg 😱

For the Love of God, this is a sign 🪧 not to mention the fact I saw the spirit of Death with all those dead body parts and skeletons.

Unfortunately this isn’t just it.

The I AM WHO I AM has spoken and acted.

I am shook. This is 💯 UNDENIABLE PROOF that 1. God Reigns Supreme and 2. We are not alone in God’s Universe.

It’s interesting because he gave me a scripture when he said to me

“Behemoth”

In Job 40:15. Behemoth is a reference to the DINOSAURS 🦖 which confirms the word about God creating other forms of life in other places.

Who angered God????

PS. I was speaking to one of them and they told me

“We believe in The Christ”

I almost fell out of the spaceship.

Anyway this is sad but also a confirmation of the warnings we have been receiving.

The Pharaohs in our lives have been warned. They need to let you go… they need to let the hostages go…

This is also confirmation of the “roadblock” literally. No one can pass through over this river.

I want to add, the scripture speaks of Behemoth to confirm that it is God who can do the impossible. We should all do well to remember that as our faith is being tested.

As I finished typing this, I heard the LORD say

“stand with Israel 🇮🇱”

I feel like a broken record LORD 💿🙄 NGL. Mankind has forgotten who you are.

PS. OBJ’s son loves Dinosaurs 🦕 Are you understanding now babes?

The mighty hand of God 🤚🏾

PPS. Remember they showed me the asteroid ☄️ 4 Vesta. What took out the dinosaurs???? Mmhhggmmmm

Also, remember the warning I received about an asteroid hitting off the coast of Florida and between the Bermuda triangle 🔺 It’s interesting because in Isaiah 59 (which I shared recently) it says judgement on the Islands. I told someone to warn NASA in hopes it can be destroyed before landing ⤵️

God gave us the coordinates Just like he will give Israel the coordinates to every Hamas member!!

NO ONE IS SAFE FROM GOD’S RETRIBUTION

Pray for America 🇺🇸

Because I’d like to remind you of the message involving Texas and New York and the warning from the Angel about the terror attack.

I can almost guarantee the Republicans are going to blame Democrats and Pres. Biden for this collapse.

We should both love, honour and fear God babez. He told us himself:

Someone was on their way home looking forward to seeing their loved ones again, to hug and kiss again, but they didn’t make it.

Life is not guaranteed and we should take the time to show appreciation for all we have and for everyone and everything God gives us.

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The LORD indeed has voiced his displeasure with the US (and others) for not supporting Israel 🇮🇱 It is so clear. We are all witnesses.

⚠️ Be careful.

God is with Israel 🇮🇱 and they will have their victory even if it means without the support of Godless nations.

PPPS. Remember the vision of Ukraine 🇺🇦 💀They need help, too.

God has literally burned a bridge 😞 This is symbolic

Lord as an intercessor please I pray you won’t bring any FULL SCALE destruction against the US 🇺🇸 and other democracy’s. Protect the innocent and remember your servants LORD. The ones who truly love and support you and follow your ways. May they outnumber the ones who do not. Remember them LORD. Remember America is still a Christian nation which YOU established. Hear their prayers and show mercy 🙏🏾😭

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Don’t let soldiers get discouraged either by pettiness. We saw Barack Obama as SUPERMAN and now I’m seeing this name here

I told you all I was told to call judgment on anyone playing politics with Israel 🇮🇱 and Ukraine 🇺🇦 and look at all that has transpired.

Good day.

#Bridge #Collapse #Death #support Israel 🇮🇱#BALTIMORE #the wrath of God #THE SIGNS 🪧#Israel will always have a friend in me #NO MORE RADICAL ISLAM ❌

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