Lantern + adult in my 20s + MCYT NSFW blog + don't like don't read + minors do not interact + doing self-indulgent bullshit with ships that no one else knows or cares about
you can call me Lantern. xey/xem or it/its, if you must. adult in my early 20s. I like the color blue.
MCYT sex sideblog. no minors, no bigots, you know the deal. do not reblog from me unless you are an adult with an 18+ blog.
I talk about rape and gore among other topics. read at your own risk.
I am interested primarily in state smp NSFW. unfortunately there isn’t really a fandom for that, so I'm doing my own thing. I'm a very casual realm smp enjoyer; and I'm only there for pili.
I also like hermitcraft, the life series, and pow smps [unfortunately], especially vampires. I probably won't be posting about any of that myself, but I will be reblogging every now and then.
things I like: noncon, dubcon, women doing reprehensible things to each other, puppyplay, forcefem, monsterfucking, blood, sexualizing minecraft mechanics/gameplay, hypnosis, mild gore, bad sex, accurate characterization. I dabble in RPF because I don’t believe you can ever fully separate c from CC, but generally on this blog I'm talking about characters unless I specifically say otherwise.
I talk about characters of all sorts of genders fairly equally but I have a slight preference towards women & f/f. depends on my mood though.
#state, #realm, #hermits, #lifers, #pow, or #misc are my fandom tags. reblogs are #reblogs and original posts are #mine. generally I tag characters as their names minus the vowels ("pearl" would be "prl", for instance), and I use emojis for my most frequent ship tags. most of them are rarepairs.
thus far the heavier kinks I'll be tagging are #noncon, #dubcon, #gore, and #necrophilia (last one is rare). that should cover my bases in terms of typical "darker" stuff but I'm willing to trigger tag anything if asked. I don’t feel like listing my hard no’s, I’ll just ignore whatever I don’t like.
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It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.
she's flirting with you. you said "i'm fucking autistic" and she said "i'm autistic 😏" with the implication that you're fucking her. the smirking emoji is supposed to imply the flirting lol
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Cass seems like she’d be crazy into anal. Just a hunch. But i imagine one of the best ways for her to clear her head while running the coalition is to jack off, but she very rarely goes for the traditional approach. She’s much happier to sink a huge toy into her ass, feel it in her guts and all her thoughts just melt away for a lil while….
jawnzora brainworms... he would treat her so well. kissing along her jawline, her neck, carefully unbuttoning her jacket and slipping her shirt off for her since she can't use her arms well anymore. running a hand down her sternum as she sighs and smiles up at him.. weak and sick but he loves her so, so much, she can feel it with every glide of his hands and lips
he kisses her even though she's sick, pulls her into his lap even though she's hardly more than dead weight at this point. lets her mouth at his neck and tries to make her feel good even then. carding his fingers through her hair with his free hand, the other pinned between their hips... hearing her whine into his skin...
Zora has been living in the apocalypse long enough to know what people want from her. They see a pretty woman with strong hands and a sharp tongue and they immediately imagine lobbying supplies and shelter for a chance to hook up with her. And everyone always wants the same thing - this domination, this aggressive persona, a top and a domme and someone who’ll dish out fantasy without considering her feelings.
She wears leather, she braids up her hair, she smudges war-paint on her face and bandages her knuckles tight. She pulls on the old, worn leather heeled boots she found years ago and keeps just for this. She tops, she always tops in these people’s fantasies. It’s… fine. Not her favorite, but casual hookups are easier than catching feelings and making love like she wants.
She feels a little bad for lying to Jawn, when they first met, for acting gentler than she was. More feminine than she felt; this act put on she knew he’d see through anyway. But he believed her. He’d completely believed everything, treated her gently, listened to her false fears and worries and pressed a bow into her hands with a promise that he’d make sure she was safe.
Zora can’t really pinpoint when it is that she lost some of her hard edges. She hadn’t had them when Elizabeth was around, but that had been so long ago, it was like a completely different person had been piloting her skin. She’d been living like a lonely blade for hire for years, and had completely forgotten what it was like to be around someone she loved. She wasn’t sure when that started, either, the idea she loved Jawn. Somewhere between meeting him and desperately telling him that she’d been bitten, that she wouldn’t live long and they had to do something.
They spent a lot of time together that few weeks, as she got sicker. Woogie was around, then. He wasn’t stable, but he was still their friend, and he agreed to take night-shift watch and sit outside their locked door. It gave Zora and Jawn a lot of time to get to know eachother. And the first time he’d tentatively asked if she wanted to sleep in his bed, she thought she had known what was coming. That it was time for the other shoe to drop - that he was just a man like the rest of the men she’d met, all he’d wanted was a pretty woman to pin him down and get him off.
But it didn’t happen.
No, instead, he just… let her undress, crawl into bed with him, and wrapped his strong arms around her. He was shorter than she was, and yet - she’d never felt so small. Pressed against him. Letting him kiss her forehead, her cheek, her mouth. His heart was pounding fast enough it felt like she could hear it, the infection slowly twisting her senses to be honed and sharp to the sound of life. But he was so gentle. So gentlemanly with her. Asking her what she wanted, if it was all okay - if she’d rather just sleep and try to reserve her strength.
It didn’t matter - Zora knew she’d get weaker until she mutated like the rest. This night, this gentleness in Jawn’s arms, it healed some deep rip inside of her she hadn’t had the words to name. It couldn’t stop short. She had to have this, even if only for that night. Woogie might be mad at them in the morning, but that didn’t matter. Jawn loved her. Loved her enough to let her lay back, let her cry and kiss him and just breathe. He didn’t mind taking charge. Didn’t want her to do anything strenuous, anything she might not truly, truly want.
It was… the first time she’d felt loved in years. And once they’d started, they couldn’t stop. Even after what happened to Woogie, even as her body betrayed her, Jawn didn’t leave her. Wouldn’t give up on her. Would find somewhere halfway clean, let her lay down, let her cry and take care of her. Even if he had to do all the work. He liked it that way, he said. Liked the prep, liked the results - even when she couldn’t participate or move her body on her own at all. Zora was loved, and she could be the pretty girl who laid back and made love, and her leathers were long-forgotten with that persona it felt everyone had demanded her to take.
It’s nice, she thinks, to have known she deserved better, and to have gotten a chance to see what that “better” was like.
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thank you. I think pili should be more appreciated by the men in his life. And by that I mean they should worship him and jerk off to him and beg to suck him off