#have been stewing on these thoughts for a while but like I guess tonight they escape into the wild

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SEX/LIFE

SUMMARY: having sex with your dad's best friend is one of the dumbest ideas but what if the sex is too good to be true? and now who cares about world when you both are in love?

PARINGS: Jungkook (39) X reader (27) (both are in relationship.)

WORD COUNT:1.2K

WARNINGS: This is an age gap fic please scroll pass through it if you don't like it.Dilf JK has my fucking heart. at the end they do future planning and it's a bit rush. Hyun is readers dad name.

SMUT WARNINGS: TEASING he loves to tease her, grinding for like few seconds, she wore a lace panty, so many kisses, fingering over panties, cream pie, Jungkook suggests condom, but reader wants it RAW. he loves her nipples, he calls her love and baby mama once, Aftercare.

a/n: sry for the rough ending i hope you like this one I tried really hard to not make it uncomfortable, Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞

Jungkook: hey I’ll be there in a few, I guess the party will finish in a few or else I’ll just sneak out.

Y/N: it’s fine kook, I’ll be home.

Keeping your phone aside you get back to studying, your exams have been coming up. Jungkook is your dad’s best friend and your boyfriend of three years, you both met a few years ago when he was 36 while you were 24 you initiated the kiss first but Jungkook backed off when the kiss deepened, unfortunately, your dad saw you initiating the kiss and you were grounded, you had lost his phone number when your dad took away your phone, Jungkook had already apologized to your dad while your dad accepted it sliding that topic off, three years later when you still liked him one night he had confessed about his feelings when he met you at a party. You both were very careful around your dad sneaking in and out became your thing. But now you thought it was time anyway You are now 27and he is 39 you both need to settle down.

There is a knocking heard in a few minutes. “Hey baby” Jungkook greets you with open arms “Hey Kook, how was the party,” you asked slightly giggling you know it sucked but just to tease him you asked him while kissing his clothed chest and inhaling his scent.

“It did suck but it’s fine Hyun was there with me the whole time, so it was good,” he said hugging you back “Want to have dinner together? I made chicken stew and rice" you asked batting your eyelashes at him. “Yeah, baby sure I’ll change and come back in a few,” he said removing his blazer and dumping it in the laundry room.

After a few minutes, he changed wearing the spare clothes he had at your place. “Fuck this tastes so good, thanks baby” he groans taking the first bite “Welcome kook, you wanna stay over for tonight?” You asked eating your rice “Yeah baby I’ll stay over” he says finishing his food in a few.

Jungkook offered to wash up the dishes while you chose a series to watch. “Kook listen yuna suggested we should watch Sex/life,” you said scrolling through your Netflix account “Yeah baby sounds good, I’ll join you in a few,” he said shrieking.

Five minutes into the series you both started making out like nothing in the world could stop you both. “Mph”moans were exchanged when Jungkook’s tongue made its way into your mouth. Straddling his lap he starts to leave wet kisses all over your neck. Grinding on his already hard cock he groans in your mouth. “Let’s take this your bed yeah baby?” Lifting you in his arms you gasped “Kook I’m heavy drop me down” you giggled clinging to his waist “You weigh nothing, baby” Reaching your bedroom he carefully sat you on your bed undressing you and leaving you only in your panties, you chose to wear his favorite lace panties. “Fuck baby this piece leaves nothing to my imagination”he chuckled finding your lace panties appealing.

Hovering above you he kisses your lips pulling on your lower lip to tease you, your hands make way to grip his broad sexy shoulder. He slowly kisses your neck and slides down, hands grabbing your boobs and squeezing one of them and sucking one another. “Kook kiss me need you on my lips” you breathed out humming he kissed you again and again till you were breathless his fingers slid down towards your clothed core, and your body twitched when he caressed your clit “Stay still y/n” he growled when moved in the sheets “can’t Kook missed you these days” you cried. Slowly inserting his fingers in your panties, he rubbed his fingers, you whimpered and cried “Come on sit up yeah baby” he removed his fingers helping you sit, and he sat behind you.

His fingers find your core again his palm now rubbing your pussy and teasing you “Want it babe? Want me to finger you? Do you deserve them?” He asks waiting for your answer like he has all-time in the world “Hm baby want them” Wetting his fingers he brings them to your core still teasing your core “Get naked Jungkook wanna see you” he gladly removes his clothes Now hard cock is pressed against your back.

“Fuck baby love this pussy so much “Kissing you again “Beg for it, baby, if you want more” Jungkook, is a very big tease when it comes to fingering you “Please kook want your fingers” you panted begging for his fingers easing one in your hole “yeah baby you're so perfect, got fucking lucky” fastening the pace of his fingers he talked through your orgasm soon Cumming wetting your sheets.

Kissing him he now positioned himself above you hovering and kissing your lips “Ready love?” He asked teasing his tip on your panty-clad core, lapping at your nipples he swiftly moved the lace panties aside “Beg for it baby come on” he grumbled “Want it kook has been wanting since you came in my house”you moaned. “Gonna give you now be a good girl yeah,” he said ready to open the drawer to grab a condom “No kook want it raw, wanna see my pussy getting messy”you said grabbing his shoulders “Want to get your pussy messy? You sure y/n?” Nodding at him he pushed your panties to the side welcomed by your swollen pink pussy he eased himself inside you “fuck so warm and tight” he hissed.

His breathy moans and your whimpers filled the room the night sky light illuminating his face “Do you deserve my cock baby?” He asks slowing down his thrusts “Yeah kook want it deserve it, baby” you said in a low monotonous voice grabbing his neck to kiss him your pussy made sloppy noises tears dripped down your cheeks “gonna cum kook” screamed “Yeah baby me too shall I cum in you make you my baby mama?” He asks teasing your new-found impregnating kink “Mm want it kook, make me a mama” you said clutching his shoulder “Yeah beg for it baby tell me again you need it” he thrusts roughly when you tell him what you need “fuck I’m Cumming”you said slowly rubbing your clit, “yeah come gonna fill you up my pretty baby” he slowly backs away for a bit seeing the white ring now formed in the base of his cock and slamming back again and then Cumming, he stills for a bit collapsing on top of you.

Resting on your body he hides in the crook of your neck , moaning giving you a last thrust before backing away completely and securing his cum by placing your panties back on in their position “Keep my cum baby, you gonna need it for tomorrow”he laughs while you hit his chest “Shut up kook” you giggled. Aftercare with him is always the best he would help you bathe and kiss you every-time telling he loves you.

Laying the bed staring at the ceiling he turned to face you while you lied in his chest tracing his heart making silly figures “you sure about what you want?” He asks about you being his baby mama “yes kook we are both finally settled I’ll soon be soon 28 and if we start trying to conceive now it’s not that easy you will be 40 soon think about it but before that we need tell my dad”you said looking at his starry eyes Humming you he says he is ready to have one “ yes baby we need to tell about our relationship soon” smile vanishing from your face but its truth you both need to come out clean someday but who knew what your fate will bring you both and it doesn’t go as you planned ?

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[wintersoldiersoul]

Hey sweetie,

I just came across your account and your content is so great. I love your stories. I wanted to request something smutty but also angsty. What about Bucky loving doggy, the way our ass ripples, this and that. We enjoy it to, up to the point where we talk to our friends and they say that if a guy only takes you from behind he doesn’t find you attractive (which is Bull because Bucky adores us). We start to feel bad about ourselves Bucky is confused and we talk to him, he is shocked that we would even consider thinking it, and then he shows us how attractive and beautiful he finds us???

You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to, but this is an idea I’ve had for some time.

A/N: TY FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I love this idea so so much. I hope you enjoy!

“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it,” Bucky growled as he pounded into you. You were on all fours on the bed, letting Bucky use your body however he wanted. One thing about your man was that he loved doggy style. Loved ruining you from behind and watching the way your ass jiggled as he did it. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust and a slap to your ass. 

Your breathing sped up and you moaned louder and louder as he relentlessly moved his cock and and out of you. “Bucky!” You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, soaking his dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, closing his eyes and shooting his load into you. “God, I love you so much,” he said afterwards, cleaning you up and laying down beside you.

“I love you, too,” you smiled, getting comfy in his arms and falling asleep.

The next day, you were out to lunch with Nat and Wanda, a weekly tradition that you tried to keep up.

“Well, someone looks tired,” Nat smirked. “Barnes keeping you up all night?” 

You covered your face and laughed. “Hey, my man wants what he wants.” You were never one to shy away from talking about sex, especially when your boyfriend looked like a fucking god.

“You know,” Nat asked, with an eyebrow raised. “I have always been a little curious what the bionic staring machine is like in bed.”

“He’s… I don’t know,” you laughed.

“Oh come on!” Wanda pushed. “We need to know!”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know! He’s what you’d expect, I guess. He loves doggy. Like, loves it.”

Nat and Wanda looked at each other. “Doggy?”

“Yeah… Is that bad?” You asked, heart racing. You and Bucky had only been together for about 6 months. Sure, you had said I love you to each other but it was still relatively new. You were still learning what each other liked both in and out of bed.

“So, he doesn’t look at your face while he fucks you?” Natasha asked, blunt as ever.

You felt yourself blush. “Well…no, I mean…” you stuttered. “He just said he really likes my ass.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry but every man I’ve ever been with loves to watch his girls face as he makes her feel good,” Wanda added.

You hesitated. “Do you guys think he’s not attracted to me?”

“No!” Nat quickly answered. “Not that he’s not attracted to you…I don’t know. I just think maybe you should talk to him.” Even though she had answered no, you knew she meant yes. Did Bucky not think you were attractive? Was your boyfriend not attracted to you?

Later, you sat on the couch stewing in your own thoughts. How could you even bring this up to him? He walked through the front door and rushed over to you.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled, kissing your forehead. God, he won’t even really kiss me, you thought. He must think I’m disgusting. 

“Hi,” you forced a small smile back.

“So I was thinking maybe tonight we could go out to dinner? That little Italian place that you love? Then we could walk around, get some ice cream, and dance in the street… I just wanna have a nice night with my girl.” 

You looked up at him wondering why he’d wanna do all that with you silently. “Sure,” you answered flatly, still overthinking your entire relationship.

Bucky walked over and sat down next to you on the couch. “You okay, honey? You’re so quiet.” 

Well, Y/N, it’s now or never. You took a deep breath. “Bucky… do you think I’m pretty?” You asked with shaking hands.

“What?” He looked at you with soft eyes. “Baby, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He took your hands in his. “Why are you asking that? Do you want me to tell you more? I know I’m not the best with my words sometimes but I-”

“No, it’s not you,” you interrupted. There was no way around it now. “I-its just that I got lunch with Nat and Wanda before. And they basically said that if a guy likes doggy he’s not attracted to you.” 

Bucky’s eyes practically popped out of his head at your words. “They said what? Baby, please tell me you don’t believe that!”

You looked down, tears starting to fill your eyes. “I-I don’t know,” you sighed.

“Oh angel,” he put his head under your chin, gently tilting your head to meet his eyes. “You are so beautiful. I don’t understand how it’s physically possible for a person to be so beautiful, honestly. I love your eyes and the way they glow in the sun. I love your hair, I love your tits, I love every fucking thing about you.”

“But why do you always wanna do doggy?” You asked quietly, hoping he wouldn’t laugh at your question. 

“You wanna know why?” He smirked. “Because your ass is fucking fantastic. I love the way it ripples everytime I pound into you. I love smacking it and watching how it makes you moan. I like seeing you ass up, pussy soaked, reading to take me. I love the way you fucking scream when my balls hit your clit.” His words had you starting to clench your legs together. “But baby, you know what I hate about doggy? That I can’t see your stunning face and the way your eyes scrunch up when you soak my cock.�� He kissed your neck and nibbled your ear lobe before whispering, “I hate that I can’t suck on your perfect tits while I split you open with my dick. That, I really fucking hate.”

“B-Bucky,” you whispered, eyes already fluttering as he continued to suck on your neck.

“Lemme show you how fucking gorgeous you are. Every single part of you.” You nodded and he immediately ripped off your shirt and pulled his own pants down, leaving him in just his boxer. His hands found your tits, thumbs gently flicking over your nipples. “So fucking perfect,” he growled before placing one of your nipples in his mouth and running the tip of his tongue over it, while using his metal hand to pinch at the other. 

“O-oh fuck,” you moaned softly. 

He kissed down your bare stomach until he reached the top of your pants. “May I?” He asked. You nodded eagerly, feeling your slick pooling in your underwear. He hooked his fingers into the top of your pants, leaving you in just your soaked pantines. “God, angel. Look at how wet you are, I can see it through the fabric.” He ran his hands up and down your lower thighs as he spoke. “So perfect. So beautiful. God, I love these thighs. Love the way they close around my head when I eat your pussy.” With that, he ripped your underwear in half, discarding the fabric behind him. He wasted no time in bringing his tongue to your slit, a moan slipping out as he tasted you. He ate you out feverishly, alternating between thrusting his tongue into your entrance, and licking and sucking your swollen clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he created a vaccuum around your clit and inserted two fingers inside of you. “Oh god!” You cried out as his ministrations led you barreling towards an orgasm. He locked his eyes with yours as he ruined you, watching your face as you exploded all over his.

“Shit, you look so pretty when you cum,” he hummed after detaching himself from you. “Come here, baby girl,” he pulled you close and kissed you, letting your taste on his tongue transport into yours as well. “Feel how fucking hard you make me,” he said. You looked down and placed a hand on the rock-hard erection that was begging to be set free. His tip was already leaking, creating a wet spot on the fabric that had your mouth watering. “You do that to me, Y/N. Only you make me hard. Only you can make my dick fucking hurt because I need you so bad. Okay, princess?” He was looking at you with so much love in his eyes. He needed you to know how perfect he found you, no matter what. You were his world. He adored you and the fact that anything he had done had made you feel like he didn’t broke him apart.

“Okay, Jaimie,” you said softly, looking deep into his eyes. He groaned at the use of his first name, a secret turn on of his that you had discovered early on. He pulled his underwear down, not able to wait anymore. You turned around on your hands and knees like you always did, but Bucky stopped you.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” he asked, sternly.

“Did you not wanna have sex?” You teased.

“Oh, I wanna have sex,” he laughed. “And I wanna look into your beautiful eyes and watch those tits bounce as I make you cum and tell you that I love you.”

His words make you blush. “But Jaimie, you like doggy. That’s okay,” you protested. You were a people pleaser by nature, so of course you wanted your man to feel good.

“Yeah, I do, because you have a fucking incredible ass,” he shrugged. “But I also like any position where I get to feel your pussy stretching around me. And I wanna look at my beautiful angel while I do that right now, okay?”

You swallowed hard. Of course the two of you did do other positions, but not very often. “C-Can I ride you?”

He threw his head back as he moaned. “You’re a fucking wet dream, I swear,” he said, laying down and pulling you on top of him. 

You moved your hips over his dick, letting it run up and down your slit but not entering you just yet. He kissed you passionately, once again playing with your nipples as you teased him. 

“Honey girl, please,” he begged eventually, looking up at you with lust filled eyes and swollen lips. You raised your hips, aligning the leaking tip of his cock before sinking down. The two of you gasped out at the feeling. “Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” he said as you started to bounce your hips. His eyes remained open, watching the way your face twisted and boobs jiggled as you moved. He was completely in awe of you.

“J-james, I’m so close,” you panted. Your words triggered him to thrust his hips up to meet yours harshly, dialing the pleasure up even more. His thumb found your clit, stroking it harshly but just how you liked it.

“Cum, my beautiful angel,” he encouraged. “Lemme see how fucking pretty you are when you cum.” 

You cried out as you came, the clenching of your walls triggering Bucky’s orgasm too. 

Once you had both ridden out your highs, you carefully removed him from your body and he got up to get you a towel. Afterwards, he lay down next to you, face to face. “Baby,” he looked deeply into your eyes. “Please never believe a word Nat and Wanda tell you again. Me not being attracted to you? That’s like saying the sky isn’t blue or grass isn’t green. I’m basically walking around hard 24/7 because of you.”

You laughed at his words. “Thank you for making me feel better, Buck.”

“I will spend forever showing you how much I fucking love you.”

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[vodika-vibes]

Hello, Vod'ika. I couldn't resist and came here with another request. Most of the time music usually gives me a lot of ideas. I was listening to “Sexual Healing” by Marvin Gaye when a prompt came to my mind: “Do you know what can help me get better? Sexual healing.” I was tempted to ask this with Hunter, but I thought it would be fun for a Fives x shy F! reader (with an established relationship) where he comes back to her exhausted after a battle and she takes care of him, you know? Prepare a bath, etc. It's up to you if it's going to be NSFW or just a make-out session. Xx

Love Me Like Only You Can

Summary: Fives has been gone, deployed, for months now. But he's coming home tonight and you want to surprise him.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 1395

Warnings: Spicy, but not smutty. Reader spends part of the story in her underwear.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I hope I got the general vibe you wanted with this request. Fives wasn't being agreeable for me, but it turns out that Crosshair was junking up the writing pipeline, so I had to flush him out first, lol. I also made a divider for this cause I needed something to do, I guess.

You have been dating Fives for close to a year now, and while it’s true that he spends less time on Coruscant than a lot of people would be able to tolerate, Fives goes out of his way to make sure that you know that you’re always on his mind.

It’s surprising, really. Fives stands out, even among his own brothers. Loud and boisterous and so very clever. Not to mention funny and charming. 

The fact that he chose you out of all of the women on Coruscant is still surprising to you, even a year later.

Sure, you chose him back, but you choosing him is much less surprising than him choosing you.

After all, at the time, you didn’t even know that he knew you existed.

And yet, somehow, as if he has a sixth sense when it comes to you and you alone, Fives always manages to find you in a crowd of people. Even when you want to blend in. Even when you’re trying to blend in.

His gaze always finds you, and a bright smile crosses his face, and he’ll sweep you into a hug-

You love him. You love him more than you’ve ever loved anything in this world, or any other, and he feels the same way. He’s never hid that from you.

Which is why, since you know he’s back on Coruscant and you know he’s going to come straight to your home as soon as he’s done with work, you want to surprise him. 

And while you could make him his favorite dinner, and dessert, you feel like that’s something that he’ll expect. Because you’ve done it before, and you know that he loved it, based on the wide grin and the soft way he looked at you, you want to do something different.

Something a little outside your comfort zone.

Which brings you to your present for Fives.

Your gaze drifts to the gauzy material of the lingerie set you bought specifically for today. It’s sheer and lacy and a shade of pale purple that Fives loves to see you in…and it’s so far outside what you would normally wear that even looking at yourself in the mirror is kind of embarrassing.

Personally you think you look a little silly, like a child playing pretend, but you have a feeling that Fives will love it.

You make a face at yourself, and then turn away from the mirror to finish pulling on the dress you bought specifically for tonight. It’s the same shade of purple as the lingerie you’re wearing, as to not ruin the surprise too quickly. Though it’s also shorter than you would ever wear in public, the hem of the skirt hitting at about mid-thigh.

And then you run your fingers through your hair, letting your curls topple around your shoulders. Then, and only then, did you leave the bedroom to head into the kitchen to make Fives’ favorite dinner.

It’s nothing fancy, nothing that your parents would expect you to make if they ever deign to visit you on Coruscant. A simple stew, something hearty and filling. And something that you learned to make specifically for Fives.

And, before you know it, your apartment door is sliding open, and the sound of familiar footsteps, heavy only due to the armor he’s still wearing, reaches your ears.

You give him time enough to remove his armor, and then you poke your head into the hall, a warm smile on your face, “Welcome home, Fives.”

He glances at you as he sets his boots on the shoe rack, and a bright smile crosses his face, washing away the exhaustion that was there, “Well, don’t you look pretty.”

You step into the hallway properly, your smile widening. You give a small spin, allowing the skirt to flair around your legs. “Do you like it?”

“Ah, cyare,” He sets his duffle bag on the floor and walks over to you, sliding his hands around your hips, “You could wear a burlap sack, and still be the most stunning woman on Coruscant.” He leans in and bumps his forehead against yours, “I didn’t know you owned something so short though.” He adds as his fingers brush against the hem of your skirt.

“I wanted to try something new.” You reply, “Is it too short, do you think?”

“Mm, I think it’s perfect.” Fives replies, “Well, unless you want to go dancing around my brothers, in which case I’d have to blindfold them.”

You laugh, “They’re not allowed to look at me now?”

“Nope. They don’t deserve to look at you,” He tilts your head back with a gentle finger on your chin, and he kisses you quickly, “I barely deserve to look at you, but I’m definitely not going to stop anytime soon.”

You laugh again, before you slide your hands up his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, “I like you looking at me. It makes me feel pretty.”

“You are so much more than pretty.” Fives murmurs, his lips hovering just over hers, “So, so much more than just pretty.” He trails his lips from the corner of your lips down to your jaw, and then up to your ear, “If I spoke every language in the galaxy, I still wouldn’t have the words needed to describe your beauty.”

Your face heats, but you’re unable to tear your gaze away from his. “The things you say to me sometimes,” You whisper.

“You doubt my words?”

“Never.” You reply softly, “Never ever.”

Fives hums softly, “I missed you, mesh’la,” He whispers, “It was…such a long time to be away from you.”

“You’re home now.”

“I am,” He murmurs, “I missed you. So much.”

“If you’re exhausted, you should rest. Dinner will hold.”

“I bet you could give me some energy, cyar’ika.” He holds your gaze with a teasing little smile, “You know what would make me feel better? A little sexual healing.”

Your face heats a little more, “Wouldn’t you rather take a nap? Not make yourself more exhausted-?”

“No, I really would rather make myself more exhausted. ” Fives replies with a teasing little smile as his hand moves to the strap of your dress. “Because it’s you. And it’s me. And nothing else matters.” Slowly, painfully slowly, he drags the straps of your dress down your shoulders, and allows the material to pool at your feet. 

Only then does he tear his gaze from your face, to look down to make sure that you’re not in danger of slipping on the thin material.

And then Fives stops.

He blinks. Once. Twice. Three times.

And then he exhales slowly as his fingers slowly, reverently, trace the lace of your lingerie. “This is new.” He breathes out.

“I wanted to try something a little outside my comfort zone.” You explain, your voice hushed so as to not break the atmosphere of the room. 

“For me?”

“You make me want to do things like this,” You whisper to him.

“Oh, ner cyare,” Fives breathes out, “I need your hands on me. I don’t care how.” He lightly rubs the thin material of the lingerie between his fingers, “but I really want you to keep this on for a bit longer.”

You smile shyly, “How about a massage?”

Fives lifts you, just enough that he’s able to kick the material of your dress out from under your feet, and then he walks you backwards into the living room. 

He pauses only long enough to strip his shirt off, and then he flops on the couch, “Come here, cyare.” Fives pulls you down and positions you so you’re straddling his hips, and then, once he has you properly positioned so you’re both comfortable, he pulls you down to crash your lips against his.

His hands are everywhere, caressing and squeezing and tracing, even as he coaxes your lips apart with teasing nips and soothing swipes of his tongue. You tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him closer and closer.

This is what you missed the most about Fives being gone. This closeness, this connection. The feeling that everything will be alright so long as his hands are on you and his lips are against yours.

And then Fives releases a quiet moan as you pull his hair a little too roughly, and you’re lost.

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[kueble]

Your Electric Touch Could Fill This Ghost Town Up With Life

My back hurt and I don't have a Soap to massage me, so I projected on Ghost.

Teen. Warnings: none. 2,200 words.

Ghost/Soap

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Soap will never admit it, but he always has eyes out for Ghost. He catches sight of him as soon as he stalks into the mess hall, boots heavy as he stomps over to the food line. Soap keeps his focus on Gaz, but he’s no longer hanging on his every word, too distracted by watching Ghost make his way through the line and perks up in his seat just in time to wave him over. Only Ghost just shakes his head and leaves the room quickly. There is an odd stiffness to his movements, and Soap can tell something is wrong.

“No LT tonight I guess,” Soap mumbles, and Gaz just looks at him sympathetically.

“I know you’ve got your own thing going on with Ghost, but maybe let him have his space tonight. He’s in rare form today,” Gaz warns him, which only serves to pique his curiosity.

“How so?”

“He’s been a right bastard all day. Glared at everyone in the gym, even though he normally doesn’t workout until after dinner when he can have the space to himself. He snapped at me so much that I just fucked off and let him stew in his anger. Apparently he was so tough on the rookies that Price had to tell him to calm down, which I’ve never seen before. He’s in a mood for sure,” Gaz explains with a grimace.

“I think I might have an idea of what’s bothering him,” Soap offers, but Gaz just shakes his head at him.

“Don’t poke the bear, dude,” he warns.

“Maybe,” Soap mumbles before going back to his dinner. He can tell Gaz knows he won’t leave Ghost alone, and they finish their meals in silence. Still, he can’t leave Ghost in this state if there’s anything he can do to help. Hopefully his friend will let him.

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Ghost opens the door as soon as he knocks, almost as if he’d been waiting for him. Or he heard him fidgeting in the hallway while trying to decide if this was actually a good idea. His arms are crossed over his ridiculously large chest, and Soap swallows thickly before holding up two bottles of lotion.

“I have unscented or a peppermint that might help your muscles more. So let me in and I’ll see if I can help?” he asks, not bothering to beat around the bush. Either Ghost will let him in or tell him to fuck off, so better just jump right into it.

“Huh?” Ghost asks, head tilted as he stares at him like he’s insane, which he might be. He waves the two bottles of lotion at him and does his best to act like he has a fucking clue what he’s doing.

“Rumor has it that you’ve been more of an asshole than normal today, and any idiot can see it’s because you’re in pain. That last mission really fucked up your back and shoulders, didn’t it?” he asks, surprised when Ghost hums in agreement and ushers him inside.

“No one else mentioned it,” he points out quietly.

“Yeah, because you’re terrifying,” Soap says with a snort. “Lucky for you, that’s just my type. So are you going to let me help you out? I’ve got a little PT training from my old footie days.”

“Thought your type was anything that moves,” Ghost jokes, but then he adds a soft, “what’s your plan here?”

“I don’t have to get too invasive, but even a short massage should be able to help loosen up your muscles. Hate to see you in pain when I know I can help,” he says. Ghost nods sharply, so he continues, “alright then. Shirt off and face-down on the bed. Keep the mask on, but I may push the fabric up a bit to reach your neck. We’ll see how tense you are.”

“I can handle that,” Ghost agrees, and Soap grins at the unspoken trust. He’s never seen anyone outside of medical touch Ghost’s bare skin, and he understands what a big deal it is. He waits for Ghost to lay down on the bed and then kneels next to him. It’s a tight fit, but he doesn’t want to push his luck too much tonight.

“Unscented or mint?”

“Unscented,” Ghost tells him, and he tosses the other bottle aside before pumping some of the lotion into his palm. He rubs his hands together to spread it around before laying them on Ghost’s shoulders. He tenses up and takes a noticeable breath before settling back down.

“Tell me if I use too much pressure or I need to stop, yeah?” he asks, and Ghost grunts in agreement.

As soon as he lays his hands on Ghost’s skin, he jumps and Soap finds himself cooing in an effort to calm him down. He grins to himself at how ridiculous it is to treat his LT like a frightened animal, but his voice is apparently soothing enough to settle him down. Ghost sinks further into the bed and doesn’t jump again when Soap starts running his hands up and down his back, just warming up the area. Clearly he’s still anxious about this.

“Not gonna work if you can’t relax. I got you,” Soap murmurs as he rubs circles over his shoulder blades.

“Usually I at least get dinner before I’m shirtless,” Ghost mumbles, but there’s a hint of uncertainty clinging to his words. Soap can see him clearly now, not just stolen glances in the gym or while patching him up out in the field. His pale skin is littered with scars, some fresh and pink and others an ancient silver. Thankfully there aren’t a ton of newer ones, and Soap chooses to take it as proof their teamwork is better than what Ghost has had in the past. He beams with pride, even though Ghost is still face-down on the bed.

“Your next bourbon is on me for giving me the pleasure of seeing ya like this,” he says with a chuckle, and the mood in the room feels a hell of a lot lighter. They fall into an easy silence as Soap starts to massage him properly.

Ghost’s muscles are unbelievably tight beneath his hands, and Soap maps out a strategy, deciding to work on his shoulders first and then make his way down to his lower back. He steadfastly ignores the siren’s call of those perfect dimples at the base of his spine and does his best to keep things professional.

Because above all, Ghost is his friend and he’s clearly in pain. No matter what feelings he may hold for him, Soap wants to provide a little relief. He’s not some horny teenager who can’t keep himself in check at the first touch of skin on skin. He focuses on his task, digging his fingers into the tense muscles and adding enough pressure to work out the knots.

At some point he straddles Ghost without thinking about it, just moving into a better position to lean into him. It’s routine, his hands moving from one area to the next as he works. Soap stops every few moments to grab more lotion, not wanting to hurt Ghost more than necessary. He knows he’s found a knot every time Ghost grunts lowly and leans away from his touch. It must hurt, but there’s no way to relieve the pain without digging into it. He slowly makes his way down Ghost’s back, hopefully leaving comfort in his wake.

By the time he gets to Ghost’s lower back, Soap is practically in a trance. Sure, he barely manages to contain his bouncy personality and energy on a normal day, but he can fall into sharp focus when he needs to. Whether it be behind the scope of a sniper rifle or massaging the man he’s head over heels for, he flirts with insanity when he works through a problem.

Ghost is practically purring when Soap digs his thumbs into the knots at the base of his spine, pressing just hard enough to feel them loosen beneath his hands. His fingers and wrists are starting to ache, but Ghost lets out a happy sigh, and he can’t help being proud of the job he’s done. There’s no doubt Ghost will be in a much better mood tomorrow, and no one on base will know they have Soap to thank for it.

Ghost looks so relaxed, like he’s about to melt into the mattress, and the moment is so soft and warm that Soap leans down without thinking. He presses a gentle kiss right between Ghost’s shoulder blades. It’s just a soft, barely there brush of lips, but they both freeze as soon as it happens. Soap jumps up, already climbing off of Ghost’s body and flailing as he tries to get out of the bed.

But then there’s strong arms wrapped around his waist and he’s pulled back onto the bed. He closes his eyes, fully expecting to be punched for his mistake, but instead Ghost shifts closer to him, sliding Soap into his lap. When he opens his eyes, Ghost is staring at him so intensely that he nearly looks away. It’s like he can see into his soul, and Soap shivers under the heavy gaze.

“I didn’t mean to,” Soap mumbles. “It just happened.”

“Do you want it to happen again?” Ghost asks softly, and Soap can hear an unusual shyness in his tone. That makes him decide that fuck it, this may be his chance, and he’s talking before he realizes it.

“Maybe on your lips this time, Ghost, if you’ll let me,” he whispers, his heart hammering in his chest so hard he worries Ghost might feel it. Months of circling around each other, waiting and hoping that Ghost feels the same, and it’s all come down to this.

“Simon,” he tells Soap. “Call me Simon when we’re like this, Johnny.”

“Simon,” Johnny says, putting all the secret love he’s been harboring for months into the word.

And then Simon reaches down and yanks the balaclava off, his face exposed for the first time since Las Almas. Johnny sighs happily, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Simon’s blonde curls are a mess, flatten from being trapped under the mask all day. His smile is breathtaking, though, framed by scars and freckles, and Johnny could look at him forever. His fingers itch to draw him, but the urge to touch is even greater.

“You’re right bonnie,” he murmurs before reaching up and cradling Simon’s face in his hands. He brushes a thumb across a patch of freckles, grinning when Simon leans into his hand. “Gonna kiss you now,” he warns, and Simon just nods at him, his brown eyes impossibly wide as Johnny leans in and captures his mouth in a chaste kiss.

At first they’re both tentative, keeping things light and sweet, but then Simon licks at the seam of his lips and Johnny lets out a broken whine before opening up for him. It’s better than he imagined it would be, Simon's tongue sliding into his mouth and tracing his teeth. He chases it with his own, sighing as they fall into a desperate kiss.

Simon’s fingers dig into his hips, and he moans into the kiss, his hips grinding down on their own accord. Sparks fly up his spine, and he lets out a broken moan. Simon swallows it down as their mouths slide together so sweetly. He nips at Simon’s bottom lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue.

Then Simon pulls back, panting slightly as he rests their foreheads together. Johnny whines at the loss, but Simon just tips his head down and presses his mouth to his temple in a lingering kiss. It’s such a stark contrast to the last few minutes that Johnny is confused at first. Simon kissed him like he wanted to devour him, and then…nothing?”

It must show on his face, because Simon frowns before leaning in and nuzzling him, rubbing their cheeks together. His nose - crooked from being broken so often - traces Johnny’s jawline and he melts into it. Simon kisses him on the corner of the mouth before leaning back a little and offering a nervous smile.

“Let’s not rush this. I just…I wanna take my time. Do things right by you,” Simon murmurs, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. Johnny can’t help brushing his thumb across those sharp cheekbones, grinning wide as he blushes harder.

“Gonna romance me, love?” he asks softly.

“Maybe.”

“Sounds perfect,” Johnny murmurs, unable to help himself from darting in and kissing him quickly. “Does this plan include sleepovers? Because I promise to behave if you’ll let me stay.”

“Somehow I doubt that, but I find myself unable to let you go,” Simon says with a smirk.

They make quick work of getting ready for bed, and soon they’re tucked under the covers and grinning at each other. Johnny can hardly contain his happiness, still shocked that he’s here, laying in Simon’s bed in a borrowed pair of sweats. He has no clue how he’s going to sleep, because the adrenaline seems like it’s pulsing in his veins, but then Simon pulls him closer, guiding his head towards his chest, and Johnny falls asleep to the sound of his heartbeat beneath his cheek.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #GhostSoap #SoapGhost #Ghoap #even though I hate that name #ghost x soap #my fic

[marve2014]

Trying to Help

Trying to Help

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher- Poly!Ghostface

 Warnings- Will(or may contain): Mentions of murder, Reader is Murdery, Typical Canon Violence

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Summary: Woodsboro thought they only had to worry about two deranged serial killers.

Note from Author: I love my ghostface boys so much. They deserve to be cuddled.  Also, Tatum and Sidney are oblivious to readers relationship with Billy and Stu, reader knows why they are with them both.

Part Two:

Having two boyfriends is a lot to deal with on a normal basis but having two boyfriends who are in complete other relationships in order to murder people… well that is even more to deal with.

When you moved to Woodsboro from Georgia two years ago you never thought you'd find yourself in the predicament you are now. Currently getting scolded by one of your two boyfriends for killing someone.

“I don’t understand why you two get to go around killing everyone and their mother but suddenly, I kill one person and it’s a problem! I want to be able to kill people too! If you hadn’t gotten in my way none of this would have happened, Billy!” you argued as you stormed into your bedroom removing your ghost face mask. “You act like you and Stu are the only two people in the world that have vendettas.” You mumble as you start undressing to get into the shower and clean Principal Himbry’s blood off you.

“You got in the way of a planned kill, y/n. That’s the problem! You think you can do whatever you want and there won’t be any consequences. What if it had been someone else in the school that caught you, huh? Would you have killed them too?” Billy yelled as he followed you into the bathroom.

“Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” you ask as you push him away and slam the door in his face.

Stewing in your anger you turn the water in the shower to the hottest setting and allow it to cascade down your body getting rid of all the sweat and blood from your first kill. Admiring the way it pools and swirls down the drain. You think about what Billy said and contemplate the truth to his words. Would you have been able to kill an innocent bystander that stumbled across what you did to Principal Himbry? After about 20 minutes of thoroughly scrubbing, you finally get out of the shower and wrap a towel around your hair and another around your body. You open the bathroom door expecting Billy to have stormed off, what you did not expect to see was your two boyfriends laying on your bed waiting for you to get finished.

“You know we just want what’s best for you, we don’t want to see you hurt baby.” Stu starts as he drags you into the middle of them both.

“I understand that, but I took care of Principal Himbry no problem, if I can handle a grown man, I’m sure I can handle a high school cheerleader.” You joke as your wrap a hand around each of their arms. You nestle into Stu while Billy is laying there silently rubbing small circles on your knuckles. “I was just trying to help.” You exhale loudly. “I know what you guys are doing and why you’re doing it, so let me be there for you. Do you think I like having to sit on the sidelines not knowing if you’re hurt or worse you got caught? I couldn’t handle losing you two.” You explain while Billy discreetly looks over your head at Stu.

You three sit there in silence while holding each other like you do most nights until Billy looks you in your eyes, down to your lips and back to your eyes. You smile knowing he’s no longer mad at you and you lean in for a kiss. Stu pulls you towards him and kisses you as well.

“How about we set some ground rules and then maybe we can start letting you help?” Billy asks. “Most important rule, never kill alone without telling us where you are.” He rolls his eyes and looks at you.

“That’s fine with me, IF you don’t randomly show up and interrupt me. You both are terribly distracting when you’re wielding knives.” You laugh. “Wait! How did you two know where I was tonight?” you ask as you glare at both boys.

“Hush, don’t worry about it. Go to sleep” Stu says as he puts a hand over your mouth to stop you from continuing to ask questions and just cuddles you tighter as Billy leans over and puts an arm around you both.

You laugh and start to get drowsy with the combined warmth of both Stu and Billy surrounding you. You drift off to sleep thinking about everything you plan to do tomorrow night to the girl who ruined Billy’s life. Sidney Prescott.

The End<3

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #ghostface #scream #poly!ghostface #slasher #happy halloween #billy and stu deserved better #scream fanfiction #billy loomis fanfiction #stu macher fanfiction

[imtherain]

Soup

So here I am again, having feelings about a man who kills people.

This is for, about, around Simon “Ghost” Riley. From Call of Duty, a game I never in a million years thought I’d care about. But here we are.

Warnings? Hurt/Comfort I guess. Some female mentions for “you” (mentions being an auntie etc.) A lot of sort of sad feelings. Talk of trauma, injury, near death, all that fun stuff. Allusions to past relationships. No pancakes. But hey, there’s soup.

I apologize if you misread the title as Soap, as I have a few times. He’s lovely too, but this one is for Ghost.

Anywho

It was one of the hardest things you'd ever done, but after that last mission, you hadn't really had a choice. You'd been just about blown apart by a rain of gunshots. There was an explosion you didn't remember and three weeks of time you lost. Another three lost to a coma. 

~~~~~

You had left the 141 six months ago. 

And while you carried the scars and some pain the doctors said would never go away, what hurt you most was the look in your lieutenant's eyes when he told you you were going home. The way his eyes were hard chips of stone behind his mask when he told you he wouldn't let you come back.

That was the last time you'd talked to Ghost. And you tried not to think about how much his silence hurt you. You had been so close to him for so long. He always had your back and you always had his. You couldn't count the times you'd spent nights together, trying to deal with all the shit you had to do, there were too many. Maybe there were all of them. Then there were the times when you fell into each other's arms because there was nowhere else to go.

And he sent you home without saying anything that even resembled goodbye.

But that was half a year behind you. You had begun to pick up the bits of your life that could be salvaged. Your sister helped a lot. She was the only family that knew you were back, that even knew you were alive. She lived across town from your apartment, but she made sure to stop by to check on you as often as she could. 

You had taken to making food when the things in your head got too loud. You made beef stew and thought of Soap. How he always told you to add more potatoes and made jokes about the Irish in good humor. You made chicken noodle soup for cold nights in safe houses. Leek soup for when it rained and for stomach aches. And you made cakes and pies and cookies for Price and Gaz, both of which had terrible sweet tooths and always tried to steal the batter or taste the dough. 

You left a bowl empty for Ghost because you didn't know what else to do.

Tonight you made turkey soup. Lots of root vegetables from a friend of a friend who had a farm south of the city. Good fresh earth still clung to the turnips when your sister brought them to you. She had a whole bag full of turnips, parsnips, carrots, and rutabagas. Onions from the store. 

You made the broth with the carcass of the turkey you shared with your sister and her husband two nights before. At their place with their kids. The house, full of color and joy and laughter and life. You got to be Auntie y/n and not a soldier. Not a broken thing left for eternity to find left behind. 

Sometimes it was easier to forget the 141 when there was laughter around you. 

Sometimes you drove home and cried. 

The soup was delicious, warm. Tasted like the stuff that kept you alive with a hug.

You'd gotten good at making soup, as though it was the only thing you knew how to do. Your sister always made bread. Your whole apartment smelled like a Hallmark movie. You sat together at the table, three bowls, two now dirty, and all three empty. 

Your sister had stopped asking why a while ago. You figured she knew it was a type of mourning. She always knew you in ways you didn't tell her. Knew how you only wore earrings when you wore dresses. How there was always a knife close at hand. How you slept with a gun, loaded, strapped to the side of your nightstand.

How you always made soup when you missed them.

You had picked up your bowl and your sister's when you heard a knock at the door. All of your alarms went off, thinking the worst at first. But then you remembered how there was a single mother down the hall who you often told could come asking for dinner when she smelled it. Knowing she needed good food sometimes for her and her twins. Remembered just how far your sister’s bread recipe could carry down the hall.

You covered the peephole with your hand before looking through it. In case whoever it was had a gun waiting for you.

There was a shadow outside the door. Tall, broad, black sweatshirt. They were looking down the hall, towards the exit sign that glowed faintly red along the white parts of his mask.

You opened the door and he turned to you.

"Who is it?" Your sister called. You were frozen in the doorway.

"I shouldn't have come," was all he said, turning with his duffle bag to head towards that glowing red light. You caught his sleeve before he could flee. 

"Can you do me a favor?" You call over your shoulder back into the house. "Go hide in the bathroom, I'll let you know when you can come out," you stepped out into the hall and closed the door enough that she wouldn't see him. You knew how he was. How he liked his privacy. 

"What? Why?" Your sister's confused voice.

"Just do it, I'll explain later," you call back. Ghost hadn't tried to pull away yet. You just held his eyes while you both listened to your sister grumble as she did as you asked.

"You have company," his voice was gravel, just like you remember it. The accent slides around his words like silk. 

"She's my sister, she watched my place while I was gone." You told him. You hadn't talked about family, there had been no room for it amongst the gunfire. "If I ask her to go, will you stay?" You didn't want to feel the hope that tried to block your throat. You didn't want to admit how badly you missed him. How being apart had made you realize just how fucked you were, falling in love with your LT.

But he wasn't your LT anymore. Not your commanding officer in any way. So what was he? 

"Simon?" Your voice is smaller than he remembers it but hearing his name in your throat brings him back to earth. 

"Affirmative," he said. His voice was smaller than it used to be too. As though he didn't want you to hear it. You pulled on his sleeve. 

"You can go to my room while I send her home, she wasn't going to stay much longer anyway." You tell him when he resists your tug. "You can take a shower if you want, it'll feel good. Or you can just…" whatever other suggestions you had died in your throat. "Just, don't leave, ok?" This time he only nodded. 

He pulled off his boots inside the door and followed you to your room. You didn't see him look around your apartment, didn't see the way he took in the mismatched furniture, the loudly colored rugs, the blankets and pillows that filled the arm chairs. You pointed him into the darkness of your room, flipping the switch to light the lamp on your bedside table. The only light you kept in your room these days.

He looked somehow more massive in the space of your room. He glanced at the dresser which had a mess of body sprays and lotions your sister kept bringing you. There was another chair, filled with clothes this time. The bed was made up with bright colored blankets and more pillows than he'd ever seen in one place before.

"They say the more pillows you have the lonelier you are," He spoke like it was a joke. 

"That they do," you didn't agree but you knew better than to lie. "I'll be back in a minute," he dropped his duffle on the floor next to the bed and nodded. 

You sighed heavily and went to kick your sister out. 

She was worried about leaving you with Ghost. You had told her more than enough to make her nervous about him. But you trusted him still, even if he had sent you away. Even if he hadn't said goodbye.

She promised to call you in the morning and you locked the door with all three locks.

When you came back to your room, you could hear the shower running. The duffle was opened and a few pieces of black fabric were spilling out. You weren't surprised that he wore only black when he played civilian. 

"She's gone," you called through the door of the bathroom. "Take your time," you added. 

A few minutes later the bathroom opened and Ghost came out. A simpler Balaklava over his face now, a black long sleeved shirt, black pants. The steam from the shower spilled out into the room and backlit him with the harsh light over your sink. He was barefoot as he stood on your carpet.

You didn't know what else to say to him.

He went to his duffle and put his things back. You thought of all the times you'd imagined him here, how he'd look amongst your things. Mourned how you'd never find out. But here he was. 

He stood and faced you.

"I didn't know you knew where I lived," you finally said. You weren't surprised he could find you, but you didn't know how else to break the silence.

"I've known for a while," he replied. 

"So why now?" You had your arms crossed as you watched him think of what to say. Maybe you imagined it but there was something sharp in his eyes, something like fear or loss or… something.

"I had to see you…make sure you were ok," 

"Why?" You didn't want him to know how fast your heart was beating.

"I had to know," you felt anger flare at his attempt to answer you without telling you anything. 

"Had to know what, Simon? Had to know if I was still alive? Had to know if I was still going to the doctor's, to rehab? Had to know if I was living alone or with someone who would actually fucking care about me?" It wasn't fair to accuse him. You knew that. But it had hurt so much when you were sent away. Hurt like a battery acid injection. Hurt like a thousand paper cuts that could never figure out how to heal. 

When he didn’t say anything you laughed. Of course he’d stay silent. He never quite figured out how to talk unless it was to give order, to tell off color jokes, or to grind out dirty words into your ear.

“It hurt like hell when you told me to go home,” You said. “Did you know that? It felt like you were kicking me out of the 141, out of all of your lives…out of your life. As though you couldn’t stand to so much as look at me.” You weren’t looking at him anymore, so you missed the way his eyes snapped to your face.

“You almost died, y/n,” He said. “Because of a bad call I made. I had to watch you get shot to shit, watch you bleeding out while Gaz did all he could to keep you from dying. It was a miracle we got you to a hospital at all.” You felt tears gather behind your eyes, pulling angrily at your throat as you tried to keep them inside.

“I never blamed you for that,” 

“It doesn’t matter if you did or not because I fucking did,” Ghost snapped. “And then I had to see you hooked up to all those fucking tubes and machines, not moving.” 

“You didn’t have to stay,” You tried to ignore the way your heart clenched at his words.

“Three weeks. I had to see that shit for three weeks before you opened your eyes again.” He took a step forward and you watched him cross the space until he was before you. You looked up at him, his frame so large in the dim light. You knew people who would be terrified of being so close to him. But not you. Never you.

“And first chance you got, you told me to get the fuck out… forced me to retire,” His face was hidden by his mask, but you could see the way his shoulders fell as your cheeks grew wet. You wiped at your eyes with your hands and pretended it didn’t kill you for him to see you like this.

“I couldn’t…I couldn’t see you like that again,” His voice was soft now. When you didn’t look at him, he sank to his knees, his hands coming up to touch your legs, gently, as though he was afraid you’d break. “Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you laying there, bloody or plugged up with so many machines…” He shook his head as if to displace the memories. His hands moved up your sides. You didn’t want to forgive him, didn’t want to understand.

“You told me not to die, and I didn’t,” You said. “And you paid me back by leaving,” 

His head dipped down into your lap as his arms closed around you. He was hurting too. Just as much as you were. Your hand moved to the back of his head, wanting to comfort him even after all this time. You knew he wouldn’t be here if it didn’t matter, if you didn’t matter to him. But it hurt so much for so long.

“Didn’t know what else to do,” A confession at the altar you built to hide your heart from the world. You felt the walls, the temple you haunted, start to shake and crumble.

“Why are you back?” Your voice was small as your hand traced the back of his head. You’d never seen him like this before, and it meant something to you. It had to.

“Soap said I was a dumb fuck for letting you go,” 

“That’s all it took?” You could almost laugh. You used your hands to bring his face up so you could look at him, but frowned when you saw his eyes, dark as always, but more haunted than normal.

There was more to it than just Soap talking shit. “Tell me what happened, love,” 

“Bad intel, shit went sideways.” You felt your heart clench.

“Who?”

“Whenever I closed my eyes all I could see was you all shot to shit, bleeding out like you were in a hurry to die,” 

“Simon,” You pressed.

“Me,” He finally said. You had his face in your hands, but he pulled away and ripped the balaclava off, showing you his face. You’d seen him before, but seeing him now, his eyes angry and wet, caught you off guard. There were no new marks on his face, but you studied him just to be sure. “I was the one bleeding out… and you weren’t there to see it.” Your heart dropped like a nuclear bomb, but when it hit bottom it didn’t explode. It just sat there, heavy.

“But you’re ok now,” You said. You were telling yourself just as much as you were reminding him. “And me, I’m here, I’m safe too,” Your thumbs brushed his cheeks, something that, even when you were together, you’d rarely gotten to do.

“I thought it would be better if you weren’t there,” He continued. “That I wouldn’t keep looking for you,” You wondered how long he’d been keeping this to himself, knowing he didn’t usually open up to anyone. You wondered if he’d told Soap, and that’s why he’d called him a dumb fuck.

“It sucked being here without you,” You said. “Not hearing from you. Soap calls once in a while, checks in. Price even offered to come visit. But I told him no.” 

Simon looked at you for a long time, not saying anything more. You held his face, knowing he’d run out of words. After a while, you just sighed and leaned down to kiss his forehead, holding the kiss for three counts too long.

“Should I go?” He asked. Your hands were on his shoulders now, his still along your waist while he knelt on your floor. You shook your head.

“I made soup, if you’re hungry,” You told him instead. He thought for a moment before he nodded. It took him a minute for him to pull away from you enough to stand. You picked up his mask and handed it to him before taking his hand. He laced his fingers with yours.

If he was going to stay, you were going to have to start over. And if you were going to start over, you’d do it right this time. Soft touches, gentle kisses. Not fast fucks in the desert. Not sloppy quickies behind the barracks. Not moans concealed by gloved hands.

He dutifully followed you to the kitchen and took the chair you offered him. You went about reheating the soup, as it was cold now. You didn’t say much, and he didn’t say anything. But his eyes followed you, face still open and empty of his mask. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen his face this long in a single go before.

It was nice.

“My sister made the bread, it’s fresh,” You told him, handing him a thick slice. You couldn’t help but touch his face one more time before turning back to the stove with his bowl.

You sat with him while he ate. Watching as he dipped the bread in and brought it to his mouth. You wondered if he liked any specific soup best. Maybe squash soup, or tomato, or mushroom bisque.

“What?” He asked after you’d stared at him too long.

“I missed you,” You said, knowing better than to lie. His lips threatened to turn into a smile.

“Missed you too,” He speaks carefully, as if the words were new, before returning to the soup. 

You were content, for now. He was here, he was clean, he was eating. You could touch him.

And the empty bowl was full.

[Masterlist]

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #hurt/comfort #simon ghost riley #soup #imtherain #lackofpamcakes

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 18: Constant Warfare

“Now he’s in Cuba,” I say as I hang up the phone.

Q gives me a confused look. “Does Mallory know?”

“Doubt it.”

“I think we should keep it that way.”

I do a double-take. “Wow. Quartermaster’s keeping secrets now, hm?”

“Learned it from you, darling,” Q replies with a slightly amused hint of a smile. “Are you going after him?”

I shake my head. “Bond can handle it. If Felix is helping him then I know he’s in good hands. Right now I need to stay here and keep an eye on M.”

“In that case-” Q looks at the clock and closes his laptop. “I say we clock out and go have dinner. It’s been too long since we’ve had a proper sit-down meal and I’ve been meaning to try a new recipe for weeks.”

The thought of food sounds fantastic. All day I’ve been too preoccupied to think about eating and the promise of Q’s cooking is too good to pass up. After Q packs his messenger bag and I my purse we step out and hail a cab. When we arrive to the cozy apartment all 3 cats greet us by sulking next to their food dishes.

“I guess they’re hungry too,” I joke. “Need any help in the kitchen?”

“Not at all, darling,” Q replies as he starts prepping some meat. “You go ahead and wash up. Dinner should be ready in about an hour.”

I can’t put my finger on it but there’s something up with Q. He’s got a mysterious look in his eyes that makes me wonder if there’s something I forgot. It’s not anyone’s birthday so what other occasion would I be missing? I take a quick shower, still puzzled over Q’s behavior, and go downstairs to find the table set and soothing music playing on the speakers. 

“Why am I not surprised you listen to opera?” 

Q looks up from the vegetables he’s chopping. “You should talk. I accidentally turned on your playlist and was overwhelmed with rock music blasting my ears off.”

I shrug. “If you don’t appreciate classics like Led Zeppelin then too bad. Can I help with anything?”

“I need you to sit down and relax,” Q instructs. “Then maybe turn on something to watch.”

“Are you serious? I can do something. I was asleep for 4 years, Geoffrey. I can do something productive besides sitting down.”

Q gives me a quick kiss to keep me from arguing further. “To put it simply I do my best work alone, both in the lab and in the kitchen.”

The hint clicks in my head and I nod. “Alright. I respect that.”

He squeezes my hand. “Thank you. For everything.”

I frown. “Everything? What’s that mean?”

“I mean for everything you do, whether it’s putting up with my odd habits or allowing me to be a part of your life.”

Q says it so simply but to me it’s a confession of deep trust and adoration. After 6 years of knowing him I can’t think of living in a world without him. When I woke up from my coma I thought things would change. They did, but in the best ways possible. If Q’s loyal enough to persevere life’s punches with me then maybe…

Beep! Beep! My phone goes off again and I see it’s an unknown number. Must be Bond.

“Levie. I’m sending you a signal for a camera here in Cuba. If anything happens then you must confront M immediately.”

Just like that I hear a ding from my laptop and see a new message. Bond hangs up and I click on the link. Sure enough an image of a fancy ballroom appears on the TV screen. Mindless rich folks wander about drinking and chatting while a band plays. Brilliant, Bond. He hacked into a security camera and gave me eyes and ears to everything.

“What program is this?” Q says from across the room.

“A gift from Bond. Tonight’s entertainment, if you will. We can still eat while we watch.”

My mind strays from the television as Q brings out the delicious-smelling food; a combination of stew, fresh apples, and deviled eggs.

“Wow! This is fancy.” I give Q a suspicious glance. “Seems too special to be just a regular dinner. Usually when you do this it’s for my birthday or you’re apologizing for something.”

Q chuckles and takes a seat next to me. “Actually, I wanted it to be special.” He keeps fidgeting his hands; a sign that he’s nervous. “I figured that, since Bond’s enjoyed retirement, maybe it’s time that we could-”

“Oh God.”

My train of thought derails when I catch a glimpse of the TV. Bond is standing in a sea of people crumbling to the ground as their faces seem to melt away. 

Q gets confused by my outburst. “What? I mean, if it seems too strange-”

“Q. Look!” I point to the TV. The man sees where I’m looking and his face falls. “What in the name of Christ is that?” I ask in a shaking voice.

A few eerie seconds go by before Q answers. “Biological warfare.”

I need to make a call.

I don’t know how long it’s been. 2 minutes? 10 minutes?  I’ve been staring at the TV, which is not glitching with static since the camera was destroyed in the fight during Bond’s escape, and trying to get my thoughts together. Is this what M’s been so on edge about?

I take out my phone and start to dial while Q frantically searches on his computer. 

“Moneypenny, Bond’s in a bit of a situation. What’s going on?” I ask in a stern voice.

“Just a moment.” I hear her click a few buttons. “Here. 007 can tell you more-”

Now Nomi’s voice joins the call. “Bond has, shall we stay, taken the liberty to step in. I’m afraid he has Obruchev now.”

That’s the bloke who was taken from the lab!

“Told you, Nomi,” I reply coolly. “He doesn’t play by the rules.” I hear her hang up. “Now somebody better start being straight with me or I’m going to be deeply pissed off! Tell me what’s going on! Who’s this Obruchev fellow?”

“Obruchev developed Project Heracles,” Q speaks up. “A bio-weapon containing nanobots that infect like a virus upon touch and are coded to an individual's DNA.” A dark look clouds his face. “This weapon is lethal to the target and their relatives but harmless to others. It’s far more advanced than any other bio-weapon I’ve seen.”

A new thought surfaces. “That wouldn’t happen to be connected to the smart blood program, would it?”

“Turns out M had sanctioned the development of Heracles off the MI6 books,” Moneypenny says. “Not even the Prime Minister knows about its existence.”

I swear M’s one step away from receiving my resignation! All this time I’ve been working for someone who thought a biological weapon wasn’t going to go unnoticed. 

“I’ll admit it’s impressive on a scientific scale,” Q remarks. “But for military purposes it’s likely to adjust into the next gold rush, the new nuclear war race.”

“Exactly!” I slam my hand on the table. “I know we’re supposed to speak softly and carry a big stick but then us good guys are going to be outdone when the bad guys get a bigger stick! It’s just a constant battle of trying to have the biggest stick, and this new big stick is one that poses a threat to not just us but the entire world.”

A few moments go by and Q lets me drain my anger while he questions Moneypenny further.

“What happens now?”

“Right now you two should avoid coming in. M’s not going to be pleased when he finds out you’ve been snooping into classified files. I’ll continue to send what little I can.”

“Thanks, Moneypenny.”

Q turns my phone off and gives me a few more seconds of silence. We’re both thinking the same thing: we’ll never be able to have a normal job.

“I always thought something would prove me wrong about MI6,” Q wonders out loud. “That our government isn’t as corrupt as it seems. At this point not much surprises me.”

“You and me both,” I grunt.

“But do you know what goes unaltered no matter what?”

I look up with an unamused frown. “What?”

Q leans in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “My love for you.”

This makes me have to suppress a small laugh. “Seems a bit cheesy, don’t it?”

“Not at all. Would you like a lecture, or a demonstration?” Q quirks an eyebrow.

His playful expression also holds a soft question of consent. I can’t say I’m not flattered by the suggestion. Neither of us had ever engaged in high levels of intimacy until after my coma. When Q first proposed taking our relationship to a further step I was hesitant. After seeing how dysfunctional Bond’s relations turn out I never planned on having a deep relationship. But after thinking it over I decided this was more than just a simple suggestion. Q’s not the most emotional person and being the one he’s willing to go further with is an honor all on its own. I share his trust and didn’t see a reason to decline. 

“A demonstration might be called for.”

Q’s face lights up, though still with a hint of anxiousness, and he takes my hand to lead me up the stairs. We’ve previously established that he’s in no physical condition to lift me bridal style. 

“Are you nervous?” I ask.

“Um, a tad bit, yes. I- I know our relationship has established good communication and I really adore it, but I still get worried that I won’t be… good enough.”

I make him stop before we reach the top of the stairs. “Geoffrey, you have nothing to worry about. This is new to both of us and we both know our affiliation isn’t based purely on physical aspects. I loved you before I even thought of those things. You have nothing to prove to me.”

Q closes his eyes and nods, seeming to lose part of his nerves, then pulls me in for a simple yet grateful hug.

“Thank you, darling. That means a lot to me.”

Yes, the threat of biological warfare looms over our heads and Bond’s words of warning still ring in my ear. But as long as I’m with Q the whole world could fall into an apocalypse and I would still be happy.

“Never a dull moment with you, Q. Now how about you get started on that demonstration?”

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

[taleasnewastime]

WIILYTM request?

First serious disagreement/make up

Please and thank you 🫶

Not sure how serious this disagreement is, guess it depends on your views of cheese. But thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1527

Warnings: angst, raised voices, it's pretty tame tbh.

You can hear Zac’s giggling as soon as you manage to open the door, can hear Jungkook’s dulcet tones causing those giggles. It lightens your mood only slightly, but after your long, crap day it’s not enough to completely eradicate your bad mood.

Hanging onto the bags full of food shopping, you push the front door closed with your foot. You don’t bother taking your shoes off, just want to get the shopping into the kitchen to unload the food into the fridge. It’s like a minefield walking across the living room. It generally is at this time, Zac’s toys strewn across the floor after playing with them after school, but today it doesn’t help your mood.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook calls out eyes firmly on the TV and the game they’re playing. Zac doesn’t acknowledge your presence, just leans on his knees to make sure he can keep his view of the TV clear while you walk in front of it.

You don’t reply to Jungkook, don’t make any comments about Zac not welcoming you home, you just focus on getting to your destination and finally placing the shopping down. Arms aching, back hurting, you stretch after placing the bags on the kitchen floor. It sometimes feels like you should enter the world’s strongest woman competition after particularly big shops.

It takes you time to unload the shopping, the whole time you can hear the TV playing, Jungkook’s comments about the game and Zac’s subsequent giggles. It simultaneously makes you happy while also pissing you off. You’re in here doing all the work while they’re sat having fun.

You’re stewing the whole time, but the final straw is when you get the stuff out for tea only to find one of the ingredients you thought you already had isn’t there.

“Did you eat the cheese?”

Jungkook’s eyes flick to your face and back to the TV, but whatever he must have caught in your face has him looking back at you again. His focus now split evenly between you and the game. Zac continues to lightly bounce next to him, oblivious to the fight that is about to break out.

“I made me and Zac cheese on toast after school,” he says it plainly, like there’s no problem, like it’s not a big issue. It only infuriates you more.

“You ate half a block of cheese?” You ask, but don’t let him answer the questions. “I needed it for tea tonight, now I have no idea what to make.”

“Didn’t you just do a shop?” You can see the instant regret on Jungkook’s face, he knows he’s fucked it but it’s too late to take the words back.

“Yes. I did,” you say through gritted teeth and an overly fake smile. “And maybe next time you’d like to message me before I do the shop to let me know when we’re out of something so I can buy more and make sure we have everything to feed us for the week.”

You’re being dramatic, you know, but you also can’t seem to back down. You didn’t sleep well last night, had a long day at work where someone held an hour meeting about what they were going to do in a different hour meeting, and then you had to do a food shop when all you wanted to do was come home and collapse. You know Jungkook’s picked up Zac from school, know he’s looked after him for the hours you’ve been at work and shopping and while you know Jungkook doesn’t resent that you also know how tiring that can be. It’s not just you who must be tired and yet you become selfish in your low mood.

The games paused, Zac’s no longer bouncing but instead is trying to melt into the sofa as if he wants to disappear in fear that at any second he might be pulled into this. Neither you nor Jungkook seem to be able to take any of this rationally, neither of you wanting to back down.

“What do you want me to do, ask every time I want to eat something from the fridge?” Jungkook’s own voice has started to raise in volume, his tone turning snappy.

“It’s written on the fridge, Jungkook,” you say. “Tonight’s mac and cheese, how am I supposed to make that without cheese?”

You swear you see his eyes darken. You watch as he places the remote beside him, eyes on you the whole time, face set and hard.

“Just make something else, Y/N.”

“It’s already sixty thirty, but yes, of course, I’ll spend a couple more hours rustling something up,” you say it sarcastically and can hear how harsh you sound.

“Fine,” Jungkook shouts as he stands up. “I’ll go and buy some fucking cheese.”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll –”

“No,” Jungkook cuts you off. “You want mac and cheese.”

“Jungkook,” you start to retract but it’s too late.

“Zac,” Jungkook ignores you, Zac’s eyes widen from the sofa, you can almost see the fear that this is when he’s dragged into the argument. Your heart aches a little that you started all of this in front of him. “Want to come buy some cheese with me?”

The wide, worried eyes shoot to you. Forcing a smile to your lips, you try to soften your features as you look down at him and give him a small nod. His face goes back to Jungkook. The silence while Zac tries to work out what to do it long and loud.

Finally he nods his head, eyes darting back to you as if to check one last time that that’s ok. You smile a little wider and he darts off the sofa. Jungkook doesn’t look at you as he turns and follows Zac, both of them walking out the door without saying goodbye.

You stand staring at the door for a few seconds, regret flowing through you. It’s funny how fast your mood can change. How angry you were and now how guilty you feel.

Sighing you look around the room. You guess you have some time now to clean before starting to cook the pasta. They won’t be long buying cheese but they’ll be longer than if you started cooking now.

By the time you hear the front door open and close, a pause before the noise of small feet running up the stairs, you have the pasta almost cooked and the sauce bubbling.

There are slower, louder steps that head in your direction. As they get closer you turn the heat down but don’t turn to look at the door.

“I got the cheese.”

When you look over your shoulder Jungkook’s stood framed by the door, the cheese held loosely in his hand.

You take a breath before fully turning to look at him. “I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything just slowly walks towards you. Your heart drops, did you really fuck it up that badly that he won’t even say anything? The shouting was better than this. It was just about cheese for fucks sake.

“I had a long, crap day,” you try again. “Which isn’t an excuse. Well, it was. I’m doing a crap job of saying sorry.” Jungkook’s stood in front of you now, still un-talking, though your rambling doesn’t give him much time to. “It was a long day and I was tired and annoyed and I took that out on you.” He places the cheese on the side next to you, focus staying on you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted at you. I shouldn’t have –”

Your words get swallowed up as your face is pressed into Jungkook’s chest. His arms wrap around you pulling you tightly into him. The first thing that crosses your mind is how amazing he smells, why does he always smell like fresh cotton and home?

“I’m sorry too,” his deep timbre rumbles through you.

You pull away enough to look up at him, chin now on his chest. He gets a double chin as he looks down at you, it makes you smile, at least everything about his isn’t perfect.

“You don’t need to apologise.”

“I got angry too,” he argues.

“I started it.”

“Over some cheese.”

Your lips quirk up, threatening a laugh. “That you and Zac ate. Who eats half a bl–”

“Shh,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. When he speaks again the words are mumbled against your lips. “Let’s not start again.”

You huff a laugh. Jungkook pecks your lips again before pulling away. You let your head fall onto his chest again, a few more seconds won’t hurt. You both stand in each other’s arms, lightly swaying on the spot. If this is how you make up from every argument you wouldn’t be annoyed if you did it more often.

“I was going to clean the living room,” Jungkook says softly.

You hum, not immediately understanding.

He kisses the crown of your head. “You cleaned up after Zac. I was going to do that later.”

You laugh into his chest, squeezing him a little tighter. Why is he always so sweet?

#jungkook drabble #jungkook fic #Jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #WIILYTM drabble

[atheliasnotebook]

Congratulations on one year!!! 😊 Can I pls request Childe no. 25 (playing video games with him), Thank you!!!

game night

childe "ajax" x gn reader fluff

tags: fluffy

author's note: i actually tried to use a lot more brainpower than normal to try something new -- thanks anon <3

“hmm? you want to play a game of mario kart?” ajax would ask with a sly grin, cocking an eyebrow as he flashed you as a smile. “sure! just don’t expect me to go down without a fight!”

and immediately, falling into his trap and feeding into his addiction to adrenaline, said: “loser has to cook dinner tonight.”

he’d laugh, raising his fist as though he would have been spinning a blade in his hands. “bring it on!”

are you good at mario kart? ✦ yes! ✦ no...

✧ you answered: yes!

pressing your middle finger firmly on the top switch nestled behind the very peak of the controller, you drift and watch as magenta-purple streaks of spark fly to commemorate your speeding victory past the line on yoshi valley.

"oh come on—i was blue-shelled! let's go for one more!" the ginger furrows his eyebrows, determined to win. you shrug. yeah, you'll humor him, and you know you're just going to win again.

"out of five, then," you chuckle, looking at your determined boyfriend's focused countenance.

...

"how are you so good?!" ajax exclaims, placing down the controller and rolling over to take you into his arms as soon as he crosses the finish line.

"practice, i guess," you reply, giggling as the man peppers kisses all over your face and down your neck.

"well..." he pulls away, pretending to pout. "jokes on you, I lost intentionally just so I could cook dinner for you!" he remarks, teasing you with a wink while he sticks the tip of his tongue out. nonetheless, clinging to him, you insist that you help—after all, no matter how much you win at Mario Kart... it doesn't change the fact that you want to feel the way that he wraps his arms around you from behind while you're stirring the pot.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

✧ you answered: no...

you finish last place. or close to it. it doesn't matter, you're not in the top five—so royally: you think you suck. god, how does the 11th chairman of Fatui Enterprises do it? but ajax ruffles his fingers through your hair and kisses you on the forehead.

"don't be so hard on yourself! here, let's go another round—this time, i'll teach you how to play."

...

it's improvement. 12th to 8th—that's pretty good. although... you could argue that you got lucky with that bullet bill.

you just put down the controller and curl up, just a little upset. you thought pressing buttons and selecting karts and wheels and gliders that looked cool would work out, and just selecting whatever character. but... the moment you saw ajax's side pull up a drop down menu of stats, and watching as his eyes glazed over how the stats changed (and how he maxed out his traction while using toad), you knew that you were... in fact: donezo.

"awh, don't be upset... look, it's just a game. and when it comes to actual racing, you're pretty good with remote control cars! racing games aren't for everyone..." he says, placing the controllers on the edge of the bed before falling back, beckoning you to nestle up in his arms against his navy short-sleeve.

still sulking (just a bit), you embrace the warmth of the champion, slowly mustering a smile as you hear him chuckle and giggle at your gentle and ticklish touch. it's his way of asking for your forgiveness—blatant by the way he tangles his legs with yours when he cuddles with you.

"i'll cook dinner with you when you feel like getting up. i hope that you do get up—because I've been dying to try and learn the secrets to how you make your stews taste so good~"

interested in my 1 year anniversary event? head to the event landing page to learn more and feel free to request! interested in reading another part of this piece? request it!

#childe x reader #ajax x reader #genshin childe #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

[leggerefiore]

i'm sorry but after reading Winning The Most (again, i thought it was a new fic not a reblog) i immagine pulling out the magnum strap-on dong ALONG with the lingerie, Emmet opens the door and goes "oh my! i just remembered i left something at the office!". still, too many red flags, do you have in mind to do a different version of it? like reader seeing through it after he asks for a shower instead?

sure why not

most of my works are found in my masterlist, and this one is on my ao3 lol

though, i don't think ingo would let a dildo bigger than his dick penetrate him so i guess that's for personal use lmao

cw: Emmet pretending to be Ingo, Reader knows

The stew was lovingly served to Ingo while you sat beside him, grabbing his hand under the table. "Mmm… Do you want a nice bath tonight? You seem a bit out of it," you asked gently, wanting nothing more than his comfort. Ingo stopped blowing on the spoon before shaking his head. "I think… A quick shower would be nice," he said casually, "Could we… Er… Work out some tension before that?" You cocked a brow.

“… A shower?” you asked, suddenly a bit more suspicious of the man sitting at the table. Ingo usually liked a bath before and after sex, as he just enjoyed soaking himself in water. He only chose to take showers if he absolutely had to. Often, he would whine about it the entire time and complain that he didn't feel fulfilled. Sitting down, you carefully scrutinised the twin. While he and Emmet were truly identical, they still varied. His hair seemed to be part a different way than usual. The way he held objects seemed to favour his left hand. “Oh, actually! I need to check the bedroom for something,” you stood up tall and smiled at him, “I'll be right back. Okay, Ingo?” He nodded while you walked off to the bedroom.

Shutting the door behind you, your phone was quickly pulled from your apron's pocket. Ingo's number was dialled. It rang once… Twice… Thrice, and then, “Hello, dearest?” You sighed. Seriously? “Ingo, are you at the office still?” you asked him. Shuffling came from the other end as he moved around, papers being shifted. “Yes, I decided to stay late as Emmet seemed to be feeling unwell,” he explained, “Could you do me a favour a check on him? I am quite worried about his health.” Emmet seemed perfectly fine to you. Your stew should have completely resolved the problem had there even been one in the first place. “See, Ingo, that's strange,” you whispered, “You're sitting at the table in our apartment, too.”

The line went dead quiet.

“Emmet was strange ways of getting food,” Ingo sighed, “Give the phone to him.” You left the room and re-entered the living area. Emmet had shifted to the couch. Currently, he seemed to be desperately holding the frown on his face while he mock read a book that Ingo had left out. Pressing the speak option, a voice rang out. “Emmet! What are you doing?” Ingo called out over the phone. The younger twin about jumped out of his skin. “Wh-what?” his voice was back to its normal pitch and tone while he stared at you shocked. “How did you figure it out? I was doing so well!” he whined, “You called Ingo, too!” You could almost laugh at the pout on his face. He stood up and grabbed the phone from you. Emmet was always surprisingly cute, in his own way. That was a strange trait of his, you had always appreciated it. It must have been because he was the younger of the two, so their parents may have unconsciously babied him.

“It's unfair, Ingo,” he spoke to his brother with a desolate tone, “You get a sweet partner who loves you and takes care of you, while I get left behind. You're always so busy with them. I'm jealous. I want them.” You stared at him. He wants you…? That was a strange thought. Emmet's interest never seemed to go past his usual antics of someone dating your sibling, but he also seemed to look at you strangely. “… Emmet, you're acting childish right now,” Ingo sighed, “Look, I understand how you feel, but dressing up as me and trying to fool my partner is wrong. What was your ultimate goal?” Emmet looked down at the ground sheepishly. You tilted your head. He wanted sex, you felt certain. Taking a bit of pity on him, “He wanted to eat your food and use your bath oils.” Ingo gasped like it was the worst offence he had ever heard. Emmet stared at you with big, adoring eyes.

“… Both of you just stay there. I'm taking off now,” the older twin spoke, “Dearest, do NOT let him use my bath oils. He will dump them all out. He's worse than a Purrloin. I'll see you soon; I love you.” He then hung up. You laid your phone on the table. “Emmet, couldn't you have brought this up like a normal person instead of trying to get into my pants,” you groaned, “Do you know how submissive your brother is? I don't think you're into pegging or being ridden, are you?” He scrunched his nose and shook his head. “No. Gross. Did not need to know that about Ingo,” he gagged. You rolled your eyes. Taking the hat off his head, you smiled at him. “Maybe, when Ingo gets here,” you offered, “We'll talk about this seriously, okay?” Emmet returned the expression to you brightly.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #submas.ima

[erabundus]

???: Hey Ren! Long time, no talk!

he's  been  staring  at  the  text  for  the  past  ten  minutes,  eyes  narrowed  at  the  culprit.  who  is  this  clown?  the  streamer  hasn't  a  clue  —  evidently  no  one  IMPORTANT  enough  to  save  their  number.  the  chipper  attitude  grates  on  him  as  well,  and  he  has  half  a  mind  to  just  leave  them  on  read.  eventually,  curiosity  wins  out  over  common  sense  (  as  it  unfortunately  has  a  history  of  doing  )  and  his  fingers  sluggishly  move  to  type  an  UNENTHUSIASTIC  response.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: who is this??

the reply comes quickly enough to leave him with a sense of secondhand embarrassment.

???: Oh! You don't remember? ???: I guess that makes sense. It HAS been a while. ???: If I'm remembering right, you usually called me the Cartographer Guy? ???: ... you were drunk.

he  does  a  lot  of  stupid  shit  when  he's  drunk,  and  evidently  this  fool  is  one  of  them.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: doesn't ring any bells ???: We met at The Abyss? You know, the bar? 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: i'll take your word for it ???: I asked to stay the night and you kicked me out of your apartment before I was done getting dressed. ???: Your neighbor's dog chased me down the street -- it was so funny! ???: Or I'm assuming you thought so. I remember you laughing. ???: ... which is fine! In hindsight, it really was funny!

wait.  the  streamer  narrows  his  eyes.  he  does  remember  this  idiot,  now  that  he  thinks  about  it.  deep  in  the  haze  of  those  years  he  lost  to  DESPAIR  —  somewhere  between  regaining  the  nerve  to  leave  his  apartment  again  and  meeting ...  a  certain  person.  (  he's  not  going  to  think  about  him.  not  right  now  —  not  ever,  if  he  can  HELP  it.  )  at  what  point  did  he  ever  make  the  mistake  of  giving  him  his  NUMBER?  ren  can't  recall. he usually puts forth a deliberate effort to be quite stingy with even the barest scraps of personal information; he must have truly been out of it.

curiosity satisfied. he should just block him and be done with it ... but he's bored ( hurt, spiteful, angry ) enough to keep typing.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: why are you texting me? ???: So you DO remember! I had a feeling! ???: I'm in the area and I wanted to know if you were interested in getting drinks. :)

no  is  his  immediate  reaction  —  before  he  soon  finds  himself  thinking  better  of  it.  after  all,  what  does  he  have  to  lose?  (  beyond  suffering  the  tedium  of  social  interaction.  )  if  he's  lucky,  he  can  trick  this  fool  into  footing  the  bill  —  and  wouldn't  that  just  be  HILARIOUS?  maybe  he's  spiraling.  maybe  he  isn't  nearly  as  okay  as  he's  trying  to  delude  himself  into  thinking  he  is,  but  ren  would  know  better  than  anyone  stewing  in  his  own  MISERY  never  did  a  thing  to  solve  his  problems.  he  only  has  years  of  experience  to  prove  it.

before  he  AGREES,  he  thinks  he  should probably  make  it  a  point  to  set  boundaries.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: i'm not looking for anything. ???: Just as friends! Got it! I'd really like to get to know you better. ???: Is that a yes? 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: tonight. sure. i'm working this afternoon. ???: Tonight! I'll see you then! ???: Maybe you'll actually learn my name this time!

he doubts it.

#𝟎𝟎𝟓 : 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴. ◟ status .◝ #𝟎𝟏𝟕 : 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘺. ◟ v. modern .◝ #suggestive tw #alcohol tw #( i was trying to think about how the fatui cartographer fits into modern & this is what my brain spat out hmmm )

[memestockpile]

o brother, where art thou (2000) feel free to change as needed.

jesus, can’t i count on you people?

wait a minute! who elected you leader of this outfit!

mind if we join you?

i work for no man.

i have no name. 

fear not the obstacles in your path.

well, what does he know? he’s just an ignorant old man!

my daddy told me i’m supposed to shoot whosoever from the bank!

there’s a good boy.

you’ve grown chatty. 

i’ll expect you want them chains knocked off.

this stew’s awful good. 

well, guess i’ll be turning in. 

damn! we’re in a tight spot!

what in the sam hill?

you miserable, horse-eatin’ son of a bitch!

i hate fire!

you lousy, yellow-bellied low-down skunks!

you should be in bed, little fella. 

you ain’t the boss of me!

go back home and mind your pa.

what’s the damn problem?

watch your language, young fellow. 

we got but four days to get to that treasure! after that, it’ll be at the bottom of a lake!

we ain’t gonna make it walking. 

how’re we gonna get a car?

you stole from my kin!

it’s a fool looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. 

we got bigger fish to fry. 

i thought you said you was innocent of those charges?

come on in, boys, the water’s fine!

the preacher said it absolved us. 

you should’ve joined us, [name]. it couldn’t a have hurt none. 

you two are just dumber than a bag of hammers. 

i haven’t seen a house in miles. what’re you doing out in the middle of nowhere?

i had to be at the crossroads last night to sell my soul to the devil. 

i always wondered: what’s the devil look like?

you ever been with a woman?

just follow my lead.

you’re silly with it. 

hot damn, boy. 

shake a leg, junior!

why don’t we bed down out here, tonight?

pretty soon it’ll be nothing but feather beds and silk sheets.

what’re you gonna do with your share of the treasure?

you ain’t no kind of man if you ain’t got land. 

we gotta skedaddle! 

the personal rancor reflected in that remark i don’t intend to dignify with comment, but i would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism.

consider the lilies of the goddamn field.

hop on in while you give it a think. 

friend, some of your folding money’s come unstowed. 

thanky, dear.

pardon me, [name], but have you got a plan for getting out of here?

hold the applause and drop your drawers. 

what ignorant, low-down, slanderizing son of a bitch said that?

almost makes me wish i hadn’t been saved. 

this’ll put me right back on top!

i like your style, young man. 

holy saint christopher!

we ain’t got time for your shenanigans!

we gotta find some wizard that can change him back. 

if nothing else, i could use some civilized conversation. 

you softheaded son of a bitch. 

in my line of work, it’s plumb necessary.

you don’t say much, but when you do, it’s to the point and i salute you for it. 

i like to think that i’m a pretty astute observer of the human scene. 

he was one sour-assed son of a bitch and not given to pointless acts of sentimentality.

blooey!

it’s bonafide. 

lotta respectable people been hit by trains. 

oh-ho-ho, yes, i’ve spread my seed.

do not seek the treasure.

we thought you was a toad!

you’re my boon companions.

you ruined my life!

i ain’t never harmed nobody!

it’s us! we come to rescue you!

that’s mighty kind of you, but don’t think nothing’s gonna save me now. 

believe me, we can fix this thing.

sometimes you have to lose your way to get back home.

whoever heard of such behavior. 

perhaps you should take a moment for your prayers. 

this is crazy. no one’s ever gonna believe we’re a real band.

we’re in the jailhouse, now.

[loud, hearty yodeling] 

i have spoken my piece and counted to three.

where’s the happy little tire swing?

a miracle! it was a miracle!

all’s well that ends well, as the poet says.

i’m awful pleased my adventuring days is at an end

that’s right, honey. 

#roleplay sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp sentence meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #roleplay meme #tumblr roleplay #roleplay #tumblr rp #rp meme #rp #inbox rp meme #rp inbox meme #inbox meme #askbox rp #ask meme #askbox meme #askbox #ask

[aching-tummies]

Broth-filled Belly part 2: Digestion, Interrupted

My stomach's been making some really wet noises.

Same day as the pho in Broth-filled Belly. So I wrote that post about 2 hours after finishing the pho. I'd showered and was just enjoying some free-time in my room, writing that entry. My stomach felt fine, if a bit over-filled, at that point. Pretty much the moment I posted that log, my stomach started to ache. I could still feel the warmth of the broth heating me up from the inside. I could still feel it lapping at my esophagus. I'd been pushing at my tummy and trying to slosh it and such since getting to the bus stop...and it was only in that moment a whole 2 hours after finishing that pho that my stomach FINALLY reacted. A very, very delayed reaction in the form of a tight ache. This wasn't a localized ache either. Pretty much my entire stomach was tensed up and feeling like one massive cramp. It was *everywhere*. Like...I know what period-pain feels like (a sharp ache on either side and a soreness throughout everywhere). I know what an upset stomach ache feels like--usually localized and pin-pointed hotspots within my intestines. This was different. This was like the sensation of a Charlie horse-style cramp...but it spanned my entire stomach. I had both hands clutching my tummy and one thought struck me: I couldn't sooth all of the ache even with both of my hands.

Housemates called me down to figure out dinner in that state. I'm still very much filled to the brim from the pho so I go down intending on letting them know they can have dinner without me. No luck there. It's leftovers tonight. We had some left over stew from 2-3 days ago. They decided that we're finishing it tonight. They all take their portions and leave what's left for me.

I think I spent about 2 hours at the dinner table, slowly powering my way through the dinner. The weird thing about the broth-belly was that because it was liquid, the denser stew basically fell into my belly and settled at the bottom. I was bloated, not stuffed. I could feel the liquid displacement in my guts. I also felt the odd sensation of my stomach "draining" as the overly sloshy contents of my stomach started siphoning into the other areas of my digestive tract. Apparently, the stew was entering just as my stomach finally got around to trying to empty itself. Poor tummy got so confused and let out a few confused burbles throughout dinner. "Whoa...nah--all of this was supposed to be at a further stage of digestion. What's this solid mass of...stew? Pushing at the exit to the stomach? Nope...we were told it was liquid-material only." It felt so strange. Some of the pho had already drained into my intestines, so there was room in my stomach-organ (but not much). The stew dropped like a rock, mouthful by mouthful...and I guess it eventually covered up the drainage hole. I think that's why it's taking so long to get much activity.

It's been about 50 minutes since I finished my portion of the stew (we have an unofficial leftovers rule...if it's been there for 3 days then it's gotta get eaten or thrown out...so returning it to the fridge wasn't in the cards). I managed to wash up my plate and slip off to my room. I was lying on my front for a while, trying to get some pressure to comfort my overworked tummy. That position has been making me increasingly nauseous so I finally sat up. As soon as I settled into a sitting position, my stomach started to make these really wet burbling noises. I think the stew plugged up the digestion process, preventing more broth from exiting my stomach-organ...and that poor sphincter into my duodenum has been fighting against the dense mass of stew to try and siphon more of the bloat out of my sore stomach. Digestion, interrupted.

All of this is reality so this isn't fictional like my clearly labeled "RP-Starters"...but feel free to use this post as a jumping off point for more RP-Asks. Just one thing before you do though: were I to have a partner in all this my current words would be thus:

"P-Please...n-no more. No more food. Please. My tummy can’t take anymore."

I'm not really looking for stuffing content...so if you have other sadistic scenarios for my poor tum, please go ahead and Inspire me ^^

#tummy kink #tummy ache kink #aching tummies #upset tummy #digestion kink #indigestion

[thewild--flower]

[Translation] Code: Realize Wintertide Miracles for Nintendo Switch - Victor Frankenstein Short Story

Source: Code: Realize Wintertide Miracles for Switch Limited Edition Exclusive Booklet

Scan credit: Kou

Summary: Victor and Cardia are out shopping when it starts to snow.

episode_03 Fran

That day, the wind had grown bitterly cold since noon.

‘I think that’s it.’

‘Yep, we got everything on the list.’

Victor and I were in the middle of shopping for necessities for the clinic.

Things like bandages, and ingredients for medicine.

As he and I left the store after finishing buying everything we had been after—.

‘..........U-’

‘Uwah…..!’

A piercingly icy wind blew through us.

Even with my coat on, it was so cold I couldn’t help but shiver.

‘Cardia, are you alright? If you’re cold, you can use me as a windbreak.’

‘Thank you, Victor. I’m fine though. I’m pretty confident in my physical condition.’

‘Haha, is that so. But—’

As he spoke, my lover Victor gently put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, as if to shield me from the wind.

‘Still, I really couldn’t stand it if you were to get sick— And not just that. I just wanted a reason for us to be touching like this. We had a lot of places to get to today…..and we didn’t really have the time to hold hands either, you know?’

‘....................’

‘..... H-huh? Did I say something weird?’

Seeing Victor so flustered, I smiled and said yes.

‘I was just a little surprised. Somehow, you’ve gotten pretty good at sweet talking me these days.’

‘S-sweet talk.....!?’ U-um- No, that's not—’

‘Not what you meant?’

‘..............No, I guess I can’t quite say that it wasn't.’

'Haha, the way you confess so honestly hasn't changed at all.'

'A-ahaha….. I wonder if that's something to be happy about.'

'It is. Being so genuine and easily embarrassed is what I love about you, Victor.'

When I gave him my truthful response, Victor smiled as if happy, although his cheeks were flushed red.

'......Thank you. The way you're so straightforward in telling me how you feel…… is what I love about you too.'

*    *    *

As Victor had wished, we walked the road home nestled closely together.

‘Victor, what do you want for dinner tonight?’

‘Hm…..let me think. It’s pretty cold these days, so something warm would be nice. 

…..Although, that said, I’ve only been making such vague requests these days. I should be saying something more specific.’

‘It’s true that it’s cold, so wanting to have something warm is only natural I think.’

Making such idle talk, we slowly kept on walking.

'But recently we've been making nothing but soup and stew…… Might be time to up our repertoire.'

'You're right, I'll try and think about what we can do instead. It's just……there's only so many ingredients we're able to get this time of year.'

'Yeah. Think we'll have to do some research first.'

I thought that it would be a good idea to contact Impey soon and ask him for a good arrangement of recipes. And as I was considering that —.

I felt a sudden chill.

'......?!'

Something cold had fallen onto the tip of my nose.

'......? Cardia?'

'What is this? It’s cold……'

As I tried touching it, wondering what it was, it seemed to be a drop of water.

Thinking it must be raining, I instinctively looked up at the sky—.

'Ah……'

'Oh……It's snow. I see. It's already that time of year.'

And just like that, lightly falling from the sky, snow began to accumulate on the road.

Perhaps the people in the area around us had begun to notice, as they hurriedly began to head home after closing up their storefronts.

'We should start to head home too before it really starts snowing, Cardia.'

'Yeah, it would be bad if all the stuff we spent so much time buying got wet.'

Although we were a bit reluctant, we let go of each other and began to walk faster as well.

However…… perhaps because everyone else had started for home all at once too, we ended up being held up by the crowd for a while.

Even if we were to try and force our way through, we might end up getting separated, so we decided to wait a moment somewhere undercover that was sheltered from the wind.

—I wondered how much snow would fall. Vaguely thinking that in the back of my mind, I kept looking outside until—

'............?'

Suddenly something 'mysterious' entered my view. I reflexively held out my gloved hands to catch the falling snow.

And, as I stared at it to take a closer look-

Inside the small bits of snow, there was something beautiful— 

Something that looked like it was made of glass was mixed in.

'......! Victor, look. This snow droplet is so pretty!'

Along with my excitement, I showed the lovely thing that rested atop my gloves to Victor, who was standing beside me.

At first he looked as if he didn't quite understand what he was supposed to be looking at, but after he narrowed his eyes and took a longer look……he smiled as if satisfied.

'Cardia, that's a 'snowflake' you've got there.'

'A snow……flake?'

'So that's what it is……'

'The exact principle behind it isn't yet completely clear, but…… depending on factors like the composition of the air at the time that it begins to fall, and the effects of the temperature, I've heard that on rare occasions droplets of snow will form into odd shapes like this one. Basically, it seems that most take on a hexagonal shape.'

Having heard his explanation, I looked more closely at the snowflake once again……and it was just as Victor had said, a hexagonal shape.

Even then—

The more I looked at it, the more fascinated with it I became.

Perhaps because he had noticed me staring at it so closely as if I was devouring it, Victor smiled as he started speaking.

'Do you like it?'

I quietly nodded my head.

'It's like a gemstone.'

The light it gave off was similar to the Horologium but— it was clearer, and more beautiful.

'......Victor, nature really is amazing. To think it can make something so lovely.'

'You're right. It's……been a while since I've taken the time to look at the snow. If you hadn't told me, I probably wouldn't have noticed the snowflakes either.'

As if to emulate me, he stretched out his hands as well as if to scoop up the snow that was falling incessantly once more.

But unfortunately, another beautifully shaped crystal didn't appear—.

'Hmm-......Guess it's not so easy.'

'If I can find another next time, I'll bring it to you, Victor.'

'Haha, I'll be looking forward to it.'

As we were talking, the snowflake I held in my gloves in the end— disappeared.

'......I suppose as long as it's made of snow, it'll end up melting after all.'

'There's not much we can do about it. —Ah, the crowd's mostly gone now. Cardia, let's go.'

Though it was only to be expected.

The reality that something so beautiful would always end up quickly disappearing.

To me, it was somehow……lonely.

*  *  *

—A few days after my encounter with that tiny gemstone of nature.

A small amount of snow was falling on the town of London once more.

Having confirmed that it was indeed snowing again that morning, I went outside the clinic to look for snowflakes when I found a moment of spare time but—.

'............I can't see any.'

I wasn't able to find one that was as beautiful as the one from before.

The ones that I did find were all partially broken down.

And, at the moment my shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment-

'—Cardia! I thought you might be outside.'

'Victor.'

Wrapped in his winter coat, Victor ran up to where I was standing.

'I know that you're interested in snowflakes, but make sure you're properly warm enough for going outside, alright? Here, I brought you your muffler……just hold still there for a moment.'

'! How did you know I was looking for snowflakes—'

'Of course I'd know at least a little bit about what the one I love is thinking.'

Smiling at me as I became embarrassed despite myself, Victor wrapped the muffler around me with great care.

'But, I just can't seem to find any pretty ones somehow.'

'Well now……I guess that's nature for you. But—'

As he spoke, Victor put a hand into his coat pocket.

'Cardia, would you hold out your hand for me? There's something I want to give you.'

'............?'

As I held out my hand as Victor had asked-

Victor placed the small box he had taken out from his coat in the palm of my hand.

'......Try opening it.'

Encouraged by Victor, though I tilted my head in puzzlement, I opened the lid.

Inside there was something transparent, that looked like a gemstone—.

'It's a snowflake—.......!'

'—Or rather, they're earrings I made using them as a motif. I know how much you took a fancy to the one that we saw not so long ago. I thought I might be able to get you some kind of present with that as a model, so I borrowed the Royal Society's facilities— and made these in secret.'

'Made……? Victor, you made these yourself!?'

I was already surprised at how exquisitely they were crafted, let alone that Victor had been the one to make them.

I couldn't help but look back and forth between the earrings and Victor.

'Y-yeah. At first I had a look at a few at the stores. But I wasn't able to find any good designs……That being the case, I thought I might be able to make nicer ones myself. If it's alright with you…… I'd like you to accept them.'

Of course, I said.

Cheeks reddened with happiness, I felt my face stretch into a smile so wide even I knew I must look a little foolish.

'Thank you. I'll treasure them. Snowflakes like these won't melt, and I'll be able to look at them forever. As expected…….you really are amazing, Victor. You can even create nature's gemstones.'

I took the earrings out from the small box.

As if I were touching real snow.

So that I wouldn't break them, wouldn't melt them.

Carefully, and cautiously.

'.......Victor, I'd like you to put these on me right away.'

'It'd be my pleasure.'

Victor took the earrings from me, then lifted the hair up away from around my ears.

His fingertips as he touched them were slightly cold.

But it was almost as if—

Actual snowflakes themselves now rested in my ears.

That was the kind of lovely delusion I had.

Because I didn't have a mirror, I wasn't sure if they suited me or not but……the look in Victor's gentle eyes as he gazed at me was surely all the answer I needed.

'......Looks like they were well worth the effort of making.'

And smiling, he continued speaking.

'You look lovely, Cardia. The transparent colour of the snow— the way it's so pure and gentle……it suits you perfectly.'

Victor brought his lips closer to kiss my ear, that now sparkled like the snow—.

The End

#code: realize #code realize wintertide miracles #code realize victor frankenstein #cardia beckford #code realize translation

[femdomliterature]

FemLit 0085 - Teasing Tactics

FemLit 0085 - Teasing Tactics

Teasing is the most delightful part of chastity play. Don’t cheat yourself by skimping in this area. Indulge in it liberally and you’ll be rewarded and he will swoon. Women are natural teases so it’ll come easily to you. But in case you’re wondering where to start, here are a few ideas to get you started.

Beginners

When you’re just starting out with chastity the teases don’t have to be complex. His head will be exploding with WTFs and TCBRs (This Can’t Be Real) so often that the slightest hint of teasing won’t go unnoticed.

There. All locked up. You’re in for some fun!

The fact that his little guy won’t be having any fun is not lost on his fevered mind. Variations on this that you can use all the time are, “Have fun!” “Don’t have too much fun!” “Enjoy!” “Enjoy your month!” etc.

Are you going to thank me?

Thanking you for taking away his favorite toy will seem insane and hot. He won’t know which but he will thank you.

Hmm, is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

The fact that you can feel his bulge but his bulge can’t feel you is a mind trip. He’ll wish he could act but he’ll be thwarted.

Is there something I can do for you?

He knows you obviously don’t mean that but he want to ask for it anyway. Make sure he knows not to.

It’s Friday night! I wonder what people are doin’ tonight, don’t you?

Reminding him he’s not like other men and doesn’t enjoy the same freedoms is very empowering for you and diminishing for him. Try it often. Other variations, “Guess we don’t need these condoms anymore. Maybe my friend Mary’s husband could use them.” “

Do you ever wish you could just bend me over and…?

Of course he does and reminding him every hour doesn’t help! And neither does bending over in front of him every chance you get. ;-) Other variations, “Sometimes a guy just has to take what’s his.” “Don’t you just want to break out of that thing and ravish me?”

Wish you could have played with me tonight but alas. Guess I’ll have to make do with the Hitachi again.

Continuing to have a healthy number of orgasms while he goes without is a great way to illustrate the proper balance. Stating that you wish he could join when it’s your will alone that keeps him locked is a nice irony.

Middle Stages

The big threat that scares chaste men who have gotten a few months into the lifestyle is that it has gotten out of their control. They fear it may eventually become permanent and there is no way they can stop that from happening. Use this to great effect.

We’re going to be on the road when your release day comes up. Guess you’ll just have a dry February this time.

The ease with which you casually throw away the orgasm that he has been hoping for over the past weeks will blow his mind.

I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want out. Tisk tisk. That’s going to cost you.

Adding time for the tiniest of infractions lets him know you mean business and you’re not to be trifled with. “Ask again and I’ll double it.” “You’re five minutes late. Too bad for you that’s going to be an extra day.”

I haven’t decided but then again I haven’t given it much thought

Uncertainty is a great weapon. Let him wonder. Let him stew. Never let him know what he can expect. “Don’t think too much about it. I haven’t.”

Do you ever wish we didn’t have to do this whole routine with unlocking and relocking?

Hinting at permanence can be very scary for him and very exciting. “What’s the longest time you could handle? What if we doubled it?”

I was doing some math. Do you realize you only have XXX orgasms left in your entire life? Maybe less.

Knowing the exact number can seem so finite.

Advanced

Eventually the chastity will become his life and his passion. At this point you don’t need to tease him about it anymore. It’s what he wants more than just about anything. At this point you can tease him about how far he’s fallen, what he’s lost, what he’s given up and what he’ll never have again. Erotic humiliation is a curious kink that women find baffling but most men understand intrinsically.

After all this time in that little cage, I wonder if your penis is still the same size.

Size. The universal insecurity. Poke fun at his size and you’ll get him growing futilely in his cage. Other variations include, “Last time you were out you seemed noticeably smaller. Did I do that to you? Oops! Oh well. No, I won’t let you out so you can try to recoup.” “You used to fill me up. I guess it’s just as well that you don’t anymore since you’re not going to have that opportunity much more.”

That guy over there, the tall one. He’s hot. I would totally love to…

Cuckolding is either a genetic weakness in some males or a socialized weakness in all males. in any case, many men are wired so that when their mate is presented with a sexual opportunity with another man, something flips inside and they suddenly become vicariously aroused. It’s probably an evolutionary pressure release valve that kept tribal men from killing each other over infidelities. But in modern times it means you can twist men that much more.

That guy’s hot, don’t you think?

Without a penis he’s just one of the girls now, functionally speaking. Embarrassing for him but hey, oh well. It’s nice to be able to talk freely without worrying what he might hear or think.

You know how you made me watch that girl/girl porno with you? Well Susan just told me of this hot stud flick that just came out, all guys. Even guys with guys. You game?

When access to the penis is restricted, other forms of pleasure are magnified. Homoerotic situations suddenly seem like viable alternatives to the locked straight man, much to his alarm. This will probably be the slowest and longest slide down but it will happen.

#female led relationship #femlit

[keefwho]

September 13 - 2023 Wednesday

9:03am

I'm having the thought that I won't be able to focus on work today since I'm not streaming. I'm having the thought that I keep making things weird with people and thats a form of pushing them away. I'm having the thought that I won't be able to figure out what it is about myself that makes me believe I'm so unlovable. I'm having the thought that nothing I do today can make me feel better and lighten up.

11:00pm

This morning was the same breakfast as yesterday which was lovely. I watched the second episode of the Mia and Me show, it's pretty bad but I'm still intrigued by it. Something about it feels cozy in a way, something about it gives me PS2 vibes.

I didn't stream today, I tried to do my work alone. I did just about as bad a job as yesterday in the sense that I wasted a lot of time goofing off even though I did get it all done within the time frame I absolutely needed to. I want to get better about conforming to my schedule when conditions aren't favorable. I can do it fine if everything is perfect. I figure part of being mature means you can't wait for just the right conditions for everything. I mowed the lawn real good before lunch and also split some wood. It's one of my weekly workouts until it all gets split.

Lunch was beef stew with pasta in it. I played some HOI4 pony mod and watched some Chris Chan documentary. When work time came around I told myself I'd be better about it than I was earlier in the day and I was. I did the request and moved onto personal stuff, getting it done with much less time wasted than before. I had meant to make up for the 20 minutes I missed on commissions but I didn't do that. After work I booted up Starfield and spent an ungodly amount of time in the ship editor just to get basically nowhere. I might stick to premade ships unless I get some inspiration to build my own.

I had asked Daisy if she wanted to do something new and interesting this evening which she agreed to. When the time came to hang out we both didn't know what to do. I was down to pick literally anything as long as we've never done it or hadn't for awhile. I have the bad habit of not being able to settle on anything when I know any choice would be fine as long as I stuck to it. She seems to have the same trouble figuring out what to do sometimes. I want to overcome this so I can not only stop being bored but so I can also maybe be a sort of activity leader for those that are also stuck. Sometimes all it takes is that one person who takes the leap into doing literally anything to kickstart others.

We ended up searching around Roblox for a little bit and peaked into this horse game that we determined was pretty bad. In hindsight I wish I had tried to do some actual RP of sorts, that would have been new and interesting. I think I was too afraid to try at the time or wondered if I could even keep up with something like that. She also showed me some EPCOT posters on pinterest before she headed upstairs where we played Sky briefly. She was super tired and went to sleep while I played more Starfield which felt very cozy. It's not often I commit my attention to something like I did with Starfield tonight.

Tonight I was noticing how I try to conserve energy a lot and also try to do things in the laziest way possible while calling it "efficient". I guess in some ways it is but I was thinking about the value in deliberately putting no cap on my energy use for the sake of doing everything to the best of my ability. It also helps to keep me from overthinking because it demands a lot of mental process as well.

Today I had also forgotten all about focusing on what I'm working for rather than what I'm working against. It was helping a lot to keep my eyes on the prize but I forgot that already. Perhaps tomorrow I'll remember.

A good thing I did today was committing my attention to Starfield in my free time. I really got invested and it felt nice. Also the commitment I had to making something fresh happen tonight even if it didn't completely work out.

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