Pasitheablog - Chaos

lotr au where everything is the same except they have phones so for half of the journey legolas is getting spam calls from thranduil asking where tf he is

i love how we all collectively agree that Rudy can cook & is damn good at it 😭💙

𝑪𝒐𝑫 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔:

𝚃𝙵𝟷𝟺𝟷, 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚅𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜,

𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒a.

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(Female Reader)

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆: 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚.

Light spanking while you're on top of him in cowgirl position, his hands would be all over your ass, guiding your hips, slapping your soft skin, promising red marks.

He'd do it in a disciplinary way as well but not forceful. Teasingly, whip your rear with the towel after a steamy shower or a wooden spatula that you have in the kitchen if you rile him up too much with "old man jokes."

He'd never admit, but the sight of his handprints and grips on your thighs and ass would make him daydream for the rest of the day, annoyed that you distract him so easily from his work (that would possibly lead to him doing it more, a never ending-cycle that you both enjoy.)

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𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 '𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕' 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚: 𝑨𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎.

This man loves nothing more than the way you sound, the way you moan, your breathless whispers, sighing against his lips, the way his skin slaps onto yours, the sound of the wetness when he slips in and out of you.

Though he's not a vocal man in the slightest, he wants you to be. He wants to hear his name out of your lips, wants you to be loud, listen to you lose control, make your pleasure known as he reminds you who you belong to.

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𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 '𝑮𝒂𝒛' 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌: 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌.

You know what they say about the quiet ones. If anyone could hear the words coming out of his mouth while he's fucking you in front of a mirror, they'd never believe that it's him.

“So fucking desperate for my cock.” “Spread your legs and let me look at you.”

“You wanna get fucked, baby? Use your words.”

His voice alone could send you over the edge, this side of Kyle coming out only when he has you naked at his mercy, round after round.

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𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 '𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑' 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆.

Both giving and recieving. Tell him how good he makes you feel, how perfect his mouth feels against your soaked cunt, how beautiful he looks between your thighs, caressing his hair as he sucks on your clit, desperate to please all your needs.

He'll return the favour, call you his pretty girl, let you know how good you take him, how fucking amazing you feel when he's buried deep inside you, asking you to look into his eyes when he's pounding into you, call you his good girl when you respond immediately.

"I'm proud of you, bonnie."

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𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔: 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚.

There's nothing he anticipates more than returning home to his girl, only to find you dressed in beautiful silk or satin, preferably lingerie that he bought you, your skin soft with lotion, sheets fresh against his nakedness when he lays down so you can give him a massage, feeling your skin against his, your fingertips tracing every inch of him.

You know how hard he works, how exhausted he returns back to you every time. When you suggest to use his favourite tie to blindfold him, allow him to relax completely into the darkness while you take him into your mouth, one hand caressing his hip and the other covering what you can't fit, he could die a happy man.

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𝑹𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒇𝒐 '𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒚' 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂: 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

He doesn't know what excites him the most. Finishing inside of you, feeling your warm walls fill up with him, leaking out of your folds, making a mess while he slips in and out, unable to retract his gaze away from his cum leaking out of you.

“Fuck, look at this mess, mama.”

Or have you beg for him to finish inside of you, get you fucking pregnant with the way he's holding onto the headboard, the way it hits the wall with so much force matching the way he's fucking into you, unable to control himself.

“Fuck a baby into me, Rudy.” Yeah, he's a goner.

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𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔: 𝑫𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Whether you work for him or not, this man will make sure you understand the weight of his title and authority. He loves it when you call him "sir," begging him to touch you, desperate for his attention.

He has the upper hand. He's in control, and he'd make sure that you know it. Reminding you that if you move from whatever position he has you in, you'd face the consequences. Whether it's him bending you over the nearest surface or denying you to orgasm until your mascara is running down your cheeks and your voice is hoarse from asking permission to cum.

“Only a slut like you could make me feel this good.”

“Touch yourself and don’t stop unless I tell you to, am I clear?”

“Only a dirty, nasty slut like you would come with a gun against her cunt.” (oh, this is a topic for another time.)

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𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒛𝒂: 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎.

She's a busy woman, giving commands to over a hundred men working for her, controlling an entire corporation all by herself, it can be exhausting. Until her pretty girl walks into her office, all needy and desperate for her touch, but she can't leave her tasks unfinished, and you know it.

And so she'd have you strip naked in front of her, slowly, giving her a front seat to her favourite show while she's leaning back against the chair, legs on the desk while she's talking to someone on the phone. Her eyes wouldn't leave your body for a second, afraid she might miss the way each piece of clothing falls on the ground and your skin unravels before her.

“You know what to do, cariña. Touch yourself for me.”

A masterpiece. Your body on the luxurious velvet sofa, legs spread open and your glistening slick dripping down your thighs while you rub your clit for her entertainment. You know she'll reward you generously later.

👌

September 16 2021

I'm just imagining getting bent over Price's knee and spanked with his belt in front of the boys. Not even because YOU did anything wrong, but because THEY got into trouble. Price wants to teach them a lesson through your humiliation.

"See what happens when you disobey orders?" Price growls, tightening his grip on the back of your neck. His breath is hot against your shoulders.

"Y-yessir..." You hiccup out, tears spilling down your cheeks. You blink them away, only able to see your boys' silhouettes standing feet away behind the desk.

He lashes your bare backside again and again. The feel of the canvas belt welting your skin starts to become unbearable. You can't help but sob as you take more and more.

"Captain-" Gaz tries.

"Did I tell you to speak, Sergeant?" Price huffs. He drops the belt. The metal clink of the buckle hitting the floor makes you sob in relief. You don't have to look up to see the pained expressions on your boys' faces.

"Your recklessness has endangered our entire operation, including Miss Care here." Price continued, his voice hard and cold in a way you hoped to never hear it again. "Do you think this is the worst that would happen if Makarov got his hands on her?"

Silence.

You refused to look up at them, certain to see their immense discomfort.

"Or Valeria? Or Shepherd?"

"Shepherd's dead!" Soap hissed. Judging by the silence that followed he knew he'd fucked up by speaking again. You bit your bottom lip.

Then you were flipped around.

You were still over Price's lap, pants and panties pulled down beneath your ass, but now faced away. Before they couldn't see your naked back end, and now they could. Hot shame washed over you as Price rubbed a hand over your burning skin. He gently spread your legs apart, showing them everything, down to your swollen core.

"Just because Shepherd's dead you think it's over?" Price hums. He let two of his fingers trace your lips before spreading them apart. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of the cool air hitting the entrance of your sex.

"There's still Graves, his shadows, and all of Shepherd's friends in high places." Price huffs. He gently rubs around your clit with one of his fingers. It's not enough pleasure to make your head swim, but it is enough to make you squirm.

A full palm cracks against your ass and you squeak.

"Stop moving." Price warns.

"Y-yessir..."

OK THAT'S IT

GET THE AESTHETIC COUNCIL

WHAT

THE

FUCK

IS

THIS AESTHETIC

CALLED!!!!!!

and if you reply with "hehe Tim burton aesthetic" or "goth" I will feed you to the rising tides.

BECAUSE THERE IS THREE ONGOING THEMES HERE OF A MIXTURE OF THE CIRCUS, THE SEA, AND VICTORIAN ERA ALL TOGETHER AT ONCE OR ALMOST, WELL HAVING FADED COLORS AND JAGGED SPOOKY LINE-ART AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS BECAUSE THERE'S TOO MUCH OF IT TO IGNORE NOW JUST TO LEAVE IT IN SEPARATE LABELS.

SOMEBODY PUT A "CORE" ON THIS SHIT, THIS FEELS LIKE A MISSING "CORE"

IT'S LIKE DARK ACADEMIA

BUT IT HAS THE EMOTION OF DARK CABARET MUSIC.

AND ALL OF IT SMELT OF THEE AFTERMATH OF A MUSICAL, RUM, AND POVERTY and sad clowns...and the moon always has a creepy smug face....

And Don't forget to sprinkle dead dreams from tragedy✨

I mean I personally would like to call it GrimCore, FeverdreamGoth, or CabaretCore. but I don't know, tell me what you think. 🌜🌞🎪🎭⚓🥀🍷🍾

Update: someone suggested CabaretCore

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Puritanism is getting worse around the globe and conservatives and fascists will absolutely be first going harder against porn, then use that against queer people. You HAVE to realise this and oppose anti porn measures and laws, be in solidarity with sex workers, and listen to them when they call this shit out. It's going to be vitally important.

The feminine urge to bake him desserts, clean his house, cook him food, and just squeeze him so tight he can't breathe because he SOOO FIIINEEEE

AUGH-

Been diggin' all night. K.E.A Lux Hill. Digital shots.