Latest Posts by marshallmereel - Page 4

you spend all morning baking, chasing johnny out of the kitchen, out from underfoot, and finally finish hours later. you’re a little tired. grumpy. but you count your wins. everything’s in the oven, fridge, or on cooling racks. while cleaning up, you make the mistake of calling for him and asking if he wants to lick the bowl—a peace offering. (you got a bit short with him.)

and he says no. he slowly pulls you backward by the tie of your apron into his chest and noses at your nape. drags it along until his mouth finds the shell of your ear. says he wants something sweeter.

office siren kyle

does anyone know wtf word-stream.com is or where to send them a takedown request? i just found a bunch of fics, including my own, hosted on this AI slop site—apparently offering what I assume are AI-generated audiobook versions & (equally AI-generated) ratings and reviews. i can’t take a closer look without signing up, which, no thank you, but it looks like they’re hosting the full fics and are peddling a paid subscription for the trouble of hosting them. can someone more knowledgeable than me explain what our options are in this situation?

god i love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home

big guys and body hair. 🚬

If i send you my @ do you unblock?

depends. i block blank/ageless blogs, minors, pro-censorship/anti-darkfic blogs, and AI chat botmakers/users. if you fit into one of these categories, i won’t.

calling pup!soap a bad dog because he's humping your leg and you just immediately feel his hot cum stain your pants

small bear!price doodle for my upcoming comic. He's so cuteee

hey, so you know that thing i made forever ago? yeah, here's part two lmao

i started this one in august of last year, got about half-way done, then kind of just let it sit on my hard drives. my cod brainrot is still kicking around, so i thought i might as well finish it

I would lick the sweat off of Kyle’s calves

Just being honest

Anyways, being fucked nasty in the back of Gaz's car after a date. Pulled off into some unlit, unpopulated parking lot so he can have the back door open while he rails you into the seats. Clawing at the upholstery of the car as he fucks you, each thrust inching you up just a little only be pulled back down by his iron grip on you. Flipping you around so he can lean over you and bring you in for a kiss and tell you how good you're doing for him while your pussy clenches down around his thick cock.

Christmas gifts for the Modern Warfare characters

Soap gets one of those fucking art kits that every child who enjoyed art got that we can't use.

Ghost gets his favorite Sargent.

Just to clarify, that positive pregnancy test in Gaz's box is his. I'm going to impregnate that man.

Price gets a day off.

Alex is certainly a wife guy. He gets a shirt that shows how much he loves his wife and burn cream because he blew himself up for his wife once, and he likely will do it again.

König gets 30 seconds of straight pepper spray directly into his eyes. If he closes his eyes, I will hold them open and resume.

Roach gets a speak and spell. Feel like he would use it to cause chaos during briefings.

Nikolai would get a copy of Cold Chains for Old Men Magazine and a gold chain.

Farah gets to CRANK THAT MFING HOG

Laswell gets a couples massage with her wife

Graves gets bass pro shop opossum (Russell 2)

Makarov gets coal, though, it kind of backfires because he goes on a rant about how cold is underrated and that Russia is the 6th highest global producer and the third highest consumer, but when he takes over he'll maximize production.

makes me giggle every time

Hot take, I HATE konig.

(Because he replaces my beautiful king gaz)

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

one thing about kink is that its play pretend for freaks and i think thats beautiful

how do you feel about writers who don’t use ai, like chatgpt, to write their work, but to help improve it in some way like grammar, vagueness, etc. i’ve seen writers who do this and wanted to see how you felt.

also, i love your work.

Same thing I'd say to someone who'd ask, "How do you feel about artists who don't use AI to draw, but they use it later on to form the hard parts like hands and hair, and smooth the rendering?"

I'd say you're handicapping yourself in your craft, and you'll never grow as a creator from where you are now.

There should be no stigma about sharing badly written fic, because we all have to write it bad before we can write it well. The process of making mistakes and not noticing them, and writing anyway is how you grow. The process of finally noticing your mistakes, and brainstorming ways to correct them that works for you is how you grow. The process of realizing that now that you're not making mistakes, you have capacity for adding unique greatness is how you grow.

It's a step by step process, and you will never make a great fic until you've made your share of bad ones.

Write it bad.

if you voted for trump, block me. you're a horrible fucking person.

something something johnny very seriously asking you to put him in a cock cage two weeks after his vasectomy because he doesn't think he has the willpower to not cum in you for 12 weeks and the cock cage was closer than the near empty box of condoms in the bottom drawer of the beside cabinet something something

I'm easily manipulated by hairy chests

siken saw his words being twisted and he’s having none of it god bless

You should care about intersexism even if you are not intersex.

Do we know how Price came to his hat?

How about Nik gave it to him shortly after they met, because young Price got horribly sunburned on his face and neck, the translucent (and at that time not yet so freckly) fucker. He kept it every since. It's practical! It's only because it's practical, you see. No other reason.

Nik POV: That's my ha- nevermind, I'll never get it back (insert budding feelings accompanied by possessive pride that Price wears some of his)

Fuuuck, I love this so much. I usually have the cigar habit as something Nik gave him, but this is equally as delicious.

Maybe they were conducting an op in the middle east somewhere. It was a dry heat out in the desert so Price didn't notice it as much. He was used to the clammy, uncomfortable heat we get in the UK. To him, that's heat, the kind that makes you soak through your shirt at the back, under your arms, under your damn tits.

The dry desert crept up on him and while he absolutely recognised the importance of maintaining himself properly so that he didn't jeopardise their mission, he had been single-mindedly focused on everyone and everything else besides. He didn't realise he was dehydrated until he started getting dizzy while looking over a map with Mac and Nik.

Mac took one look at him and grunted. "When's the last time ye took a pish?"

Price couldn't fuckin' remember, could he? He looked at his captain stupidly, dry mouth sticky and cloying.

"Fer fuck sake, g'wan back tae the tent, ye dafty. If ah see ye out here before ye've sunk a litre, ah'll skelp ye. Nik, get him outta my sight."

So, Nik walked Price back to the tent they were storing a few crates worth of explosives in and sat him down with a Camelbak full of cold water. Once Price started drinking, he couldn't stop, it was possibly the best thing he had ever tasted in his bloody life. It didn't matter that half of it sloshed down his stubbled chin onto his shirt.

"Ah, ah, take it easy, lieutenant," Nik said, placing one of his big hands over Price's wrist. "You will make yourself sick." He smiled big, unabashed, and Price looked at himself in those mirrored aviators with a faint scowl. It was unreasonable how good-lookin' Nik was in a backwards khaki patrol cap and sunglasses. Shouldn't Russians burn in the heat? They were fifty percent snow, weren't they?

"'m fine," Price sniffed, always a little defensive around Nikolai, and now feeling extra sensitive after getting bollocked in front of him.

He hated that Nik made him feel his age. Twenty-three was young for a lieutenant but it was never usually a problem. People saw his scores, his records, his medals even now, and they forgot his age. But Nik had a way of reminding Price that, while he was looking up swearwords in the French dictionary at school to try and impress Tracy from class 9B2, Nik was already flying Sukhois and learning fifty ways to kill a man.

Nik nodded and they sat in silence for a while. Price's eyes wandered to the tent flap, and he was returning to the map in his mind when Nik's fingers, cool from where they had been holding the water bottle, touched his ears. They felt like shards of ice. "Ah, wossat fer, ya muppet?" He grumbled.

Nik's grin grew a little wider. "Your ears have burned, and the back of your neck."

"Fuck sake, I put factor fifty on this mornin'..." Price traced his fingers from his ear down his neck. The burning stopped at the line of his shemagh, which had offered some protection, even soaked in sweat.

"Da, but you are... hmm, svyetlokozshee, uh.." Nik's eyes flicked back and forth as if reading from an internal dictionary, "ah, fair-skinned."

It was damn impressive how he did that. His file had said eight languages. English was number eight. Mac had said something about mensa international having a file on Nik too. Too intelligent to be slumming it in the desert with the SAS, and yet here he was.

The way Nik said fair-skinned sounded far too fond and Price's skin would be blushing if it wasn't already red. He decided not to examine the reaction too closely. Price touched his ears gingerly, and scrunched his nose. "Great."

"You must look after yourself, lieutenant. You are the most valuable asset here." Nik dropped his pack from his shoulder and began rummaging through. He pulled out a roll of khaki and shoved it into Price's hands. When Price unrolled it, he puffed a laugh.

"A boonie hat, you jossin' me?"

Nik looked at him blankly.

"Oh, uh... Takin' the piss, as in, I'm gonna look like a twat if I wear this."

Nik rolled his shoulders in an 'eh' shrug that made Price want to shove the hat in his mouth. "You will look like a twat if you faint in the heat and the captain has to carry you out under fire."

Price licked the salt from his lips, fixing Nik with a long stare, hating the fact that he was right more than he hated the boonie hat. "Fair," he said, finally. He unrolled it, flattened out the brim, and shoved it on his head, picking up the water bottle for another long drink.

Nik watched him, eyes invisible behind his aviators, but Price was sure he was... admiring. Just felt it. Nik always looked at him in ways like that. Fuck knows why. "Wot?" Price asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his wrist.

"Hm, just... an echo of tomorrow."

"You are bloody odd, Nik."

"Da," Nik conceded, slapping his knees before he rolled to his feet. "I will tell the captain you are almost ready. Two hundred and fifty more millilitres to go, such a good boy."

A shiver of something not entirely unpleasant ran down Price's spine, and he growled. "Just for that I'm gonna tip it on the floor."

"No, you will not." Nik didn't even look back as he walked out of the tent.

Price scowled, flashed his middle finger at Nik's back, and drank the last quarter of a litre as petulantly as he could muster. "Fuckin' wanker..."

Block people who make bad faith posts about trans women's struggles by saying trans men do not struggle.

Block people who post on trans men's vents by suggesting they don't suffer as profoundly as their sisters.

Block people who try to make you turn against the women and others who make up our family.

Do not allow yourself to become bitter and jealous, protect yourself and you will be protecting our community.

you have to outlive donald trump

Happy birthday to AO3 🎂🎉