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I don't usually like to post about current events/news still in the making, and Navalny's team says they are not yet convinced he really is dead, but I am not one to truly believe in miracles and I worry these news will end up not getting seen by as many people as they should be.
So.
Navalny is apparently dead, and with him one of the last big opposition politicians is gone. This is one of the biggest blows to the Russian opposition in years. Please keep an eye on the news. Don't let Navalny's work be in vain.
i would love to become a football jock.. all muscular, horny, dumb, alpha.. the brotherhood of jocks and bros
I love cleats .. I wish I could just try some on...
I slipped into the locker room like I didn’t belong, because I didn’t. My sneakers squeaked on tile still damp with sweat and something thicker. The air was heavy, suffocating, soaked in days of unwashed socks, jockstraps, and testosterone. My cock twitched before I even saw them.
The cleats were by the bench. Still warm. Still wet. Black, beaten, with a yellowed sole that looked chewed by use. I knelt and picked one up, hands shaking. Brought it close.
The smell hit me like a punch. Thick. Cheesy. Hot. The kind of stink that clung to the back of your tongue and stayed. I gasped, instantly hard. My eyes rolled back as I pressed my face in deeper, nose grinding into the crusted insole. The sweat was alive, sharp and tangy like it had fermented. I moaned, shame burning as I huffed deeper.
Then… footsteps.
I froze.
He stepped into view. Towering. Shirtless. His torso was slick with sweat, veins crawling across thick arms. I tried to move. I tried to stop sniffing. But I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t obey.
“Don’t stop.” His voice was low. Lazy. Cruel. “That one’s mine.”
A low whine escaped me.
“You like that smell? Course you do. Got a few... gifts in it.”
I whimpered, my cock rock-hard in my pants. He stepped closer. The heat radiating off him was suffocating. His bulge strained in soaked compression shorts. I couldn’t look away.
“Take your pants off. Now.”
I stripped. No hesitation. My knees wobbled as I stood bare, leaking. My cock throbbed in the thick locker room air.
“Put ‘em on.”
I slid the cleats onto my bare feet. The moment they touched skin, heat shot up my legs. My toes curled, heels locking into place. I gasped—muscle packed onto my calves, thighs swelling, skin slick with sudden sweat. My stance widened, body adjusting instinctively to the added weight. I felt... stronger.
“Yeah, bro,” he grinned, stepping closer, body radiating control. “Bet that’s makin’ you feel real good.”
His fingers brushed my cock.
I jerked, moaning.
He didn't stroke, just teased. Lazy, cruel touches that had my hips grinding forward, my breath ragged. I was dripping, every nerve lit up, body begging for release.
“Wanna cum, bro?”
“Y-yeah,” I gasped, eyes fluttering.
“Tough.” He taunted grazing the tip of my cock like electric pleasure.
He stepped back. My hips thrust forward desperately, chasing friction, but found only air.
“Nuh-uh. You don’t cum 'til the team says you can. You know why?”
He held up a black plastic jock cup. Greasy. Fused with old sweat, yellowed on the inside. It reeked. My knees buckled just smelling it.
“Because this is yours now. This is where your cock goes. Forever.”
He shoved it against me. It sucked my cock in, fast and wet. I screamed. The cup sealed to my groin, hissing, pulsing with heat. The walls hugged my shaft, twitching, squeezing, edging, like it was alive and it’s only purpose was to keep me on the brink of an orgasm, never enough to cum.
I wanted to reach down to tear it off. My hands wouldn’t move.
“That’s the dumbcup. You don’t take it off. You don’t touch your cock. You don’t need to. You’re a jock now.”
My back arched. My spine cracked, lengthening. Shoulders widened, chest exploded with new mass—pecs thick and heavy with sweat. My neck bulged. My brain ached.
“F-fuck… wait…”
“Too late, bro. Say goodbye.”
Thoughts spilled like water. My name, gone. Books, forgotten. My degree? What was a degree? My mind fogged over, the air inside my skull filling with gym funk, locker room chants, grunts and moans and the rhythm of my bros fucking me on repeat.
“Say it.” He taunted.
“I’m a… dumb jock,” I panted.
He grabbed my head. Forced me to look up planting a rough kiss on my lips as if to inflict one last ounce of control over the free will I had left.
“Say it right.”
“I’m a dumb, horny bro toy. My cock ain’t mine. My brain ain’t mine. I belong to the team.”
My voice was deeper. Slower. Thicker. My jaw felt stronger. My tongue… hungrier.
He unzipped. “Then prove it.”
I opened wide. His dick was soaked in sweat, thick and veiny. I took it without hesitation. The taste hit me like a drug. salty, hot, claiming. I moaned around it. He spat down into my mouth. I swallowed, instinctively.
Everything went still.
And just like that... I was a jock. Always had been. Friendly. Dumb. Muscular. Trapped. Just another cum dump for the team. Anything for my bros.
How it feels when I finally verify my email, so I can now message people back on tumblr, but now I have to participate in communication and socialisation:
based on Russian Roulette by Red_clegane
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Royal Bloodline of the Star Fairies
Cast
Antares Novas the Benevolent King of the Star Faries
Astra Novas the Fierce Queen of the Star Fairies
Caelum Novas the Brave Prince of the Star Fairies
Divider creador goes to @diviniyae
A/n: I want to preface this by saying you do not have to look like this cast at all. The royal bloodline of Star fairies literally come from the stars. You star fairy! Reader came from a star and can look however you’d like. Antares came from the stars and when he married Astra she became a part of the royal bloodline. There first child is Caelum and he was given to them by the stars. Then you came FROM THE STARS. You can ignore that they all have silver hair. That will be explained in the storyline.
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Act I ~ Prince Caspian
Cast
Princess Y/n Novas the Resilient of the Star fairies
“The only reason your head is not on one of those spikes, is because they are reserved for the murders of my family.”
“I am what you made me!”
Prince Caspian of Telmar
“Dance with me. Dance with me and pretend that nothing else in the world matters.”
“Love has always been a death sentence hasn’t it?”
High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia
“Are you still a King if your people are in ruins? If they follow a new ruler?”
“Stand tall general, you’ve still got a battle to finish.”
High Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia
“I suppose it’s hard to forget your past when it’s written all over your body.”
“I will miss you dearly, I didn’t have a friend like you last time.”
King Edmund the Just of Narnia
“We are quite alike, except I had family to save me. You didn’t.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia
“You’re a lot like her, same ferocity.”
“I’m just a beautiful as you now.”
Divider credit goes to @diviniyae
A/n: Every act will have ten chapters that will cover each movie. I will be doing Prince Caspian, the dawn treader and the last act will be of my own storyline. I know a lot of people don’t like the dawn reader movie but I love it. Also the chapters will be a bit longer then the others.
The royal family of the Star fairies cast
Trigger warnings: Blood, Murder, war crimes?, mentioned of s/a, torture, self loathing, survivors guilt, angst, ptsd, trauma, depression, smut, death, suicidal thoughts
Taglist @avatarobsessedgirly , @twinkletwinklenotastar
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Just a small sneak peek at a future Narnia fic idea.
Star fairies, the most ancient race in Narnia. Guardians of the stars and magic. Creature Aslan himself held in the highest of places are gone. Killed in a murderous rampage of the Tyrant of Telmar, Miarz desecrated all the once holy creatures. Almost all, the lone survivior being their Princess Y/n. Her hatred for all humans only grows and festers as she ages. How will this hatred be tested when she is forced to save and protect the nephew, the very prince of the people who murdered hers. Will sure learn not all humans are the same or will hatred only grow.
Prince Caspian. He was no Prince but a prisoner in his own country as his uncle held his kingdom. His only comfort the stories his father would tell of a magical race of fairies that protected the stars and the very magic that Narnia ran on. When he is forced from his home he meet the very creature from these stories. Her beauty and powerful aura was enough to make Caspian fall in love, except she hates him more than anything. Can he turn her hatred to love, or will she forever hate all humans.
Nightlight, How would you react if you saw Micronus Prime, the first Mini-con?
i think she’d be really excited and want a hug…