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bgomtori · 2 months

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☆ lover's rock - c.bg

synopsis - love wasn't something you believed in until you bumped into him while listening to your favourite band.

-> music major! beomgyu x art major! reader

-> love a first sight, college au!, artist x muse

-> warnings! slowburn, yn's dense, makeout session.

-> note! after i heard that beomgyu listens to cas, i screamed, my fav person and one of my fav bands :' also gyu day!! his birthday is literally 4 days before mine, i think it's fate 😂 jokes💀 hope you guys enjoy this :>

art, something that is enjoyed by many in various ways, through music, paintings or even poems. personally, you enjoyed art through your paintings, the ability to express yourself on a canvas with multiple hues of colours was fascinating to you, along with the soothing melody of music playing in the background. your mind wanders off as you immerse yourself in the current art project you had, your wrist moving slowly while you sketch on your prep board.

the library was quiet as usual, all types of students from different majors all gathered in one area to study or rush last minute work. you snapped yourself back into reality, aimlessly staring at the artpiece infront of you, your eyes feeling strained and dry, unable to keep itself open. that was your cue to pack up and leave, you stretched your aching body, slinging your bag over your shoulders as you left the library, placing your headphones over your ears, turning up the volume slowly, paying no attention to the surrounding area around you.

"ow, sorry." a voice sounded louder than what played in your headphones, you removed them, trying to be polite to the person you accidentally bumped into. "it's fine, i should have paid more attention to my surroundings." you bowed, before bending down to pick up your phone that was knocked away from your grasp.

"you listen to cigarettes after sex too?" you could hear the joy behind the male's voice, clearly thrilled to find out that a person listens to the same band as him. you nodded your head, "you like them too?"

"yea of course! i've been listening to them since they released their first album." he smiled, his eyes shimmering despite the dimly lit hallway you were standing in. "that's cool, what's your name? maybe we can talk more."

"beomgyu, choi beomgyu. how about you? i've seen you around the art building before." he replied, shooting the question back at you, "yn, hope to see you around next time." you smiled at him, wanting to leave already.

"wait, what's your number? you seem cool, i mean you are cool especially since you listen to cas. i just want to talk to someone like you." beomgyu stuttered, his face turned away from you as he held his phone towards you, displaying the contact list to you. you laughed softly, typing in your number, along with your name and an emoji.

"text me anytime, i'll try my best to reply." you waved, leaving a stranded beomgyu in the middle of a dark hallway, his eyes never leaving your disappearing figure. without even noticing, his lips tugged up into a smile, finally someone he could relate to, he could already feel the connection between the both of you. call him crazy, but he thinks that you would be best friends by the end of the semester.

and that dream became a reality. all starting from a text message from beomgyu, sending you a playlist he created of his favourite songs from all his favourite bands. something as little as a playlist warmed your heart, who would actually take the time and effort to create a playlist for a stranger they barely knew. and this was the starting point of your everlasting friendship. the way that he would often make his way to the art studio, despite his music studio being a 10 minutes away from it, he is willing to walk that distance for you, with your favourite drink in hand.

"you're class ended 15 minutes ago, how are you here so fast?" you opened the door for beomgyu, letting him into the art studio, locking it in the process. beomgyu stared at the current piece you were working in, completely awed by how pretty the artwork was.

"you're so good at this." ignoring your previous question, placing his bag down on the ground, taking a seat beside your canvas. you sighed, knowing beomgyu would never reveal the reason why he's always so quick to find you.

"have you listened to their latest single?" beomgyu asked, scrolling through his playlist, specifically made for music of his taste. you shook your head, "i didn't even know that they released a new song." beomgyu looked at you as if you grew another head.

"you're missing out, oh my god." beomgyu gasped, immediately playing the song, 'bubblegum.' by cas. a familiar yet different sounding melody filled your eardrums as you listened intently to the song beomgyu was showing you.

"it's nice." you found yourself humming to the lyrics, sketching on the canvas that was infront of you. "right, they never disappoint." beomgyu agreed, trying to find another song to add to the queue.

"gyu–" beomgyu looked up at the sound of his voice, his eyes blinking at you slowly, waiting for you to complete your sentence, "why, don't you talk to your other friends about music?" it has been a question on your mind ever since you've became friends with beomgyu, you've noticed how he doesn't talk much about his interest and taste in music to the guys compared to when he is with you.

"oh." his response was dry, making you think that you've said something hurtful.

"uhm, i didn't mean it, i guess it's slightly insensitive, forget that i asked that." you stammered, your face getting warm due to the embarrassment you were facing.

"you didn't say anything wrong, don't worry." he reassured, giving you a small smile.

"it's just that they don't share the same taste as me, so i can't really talk to them about my passion and interest in music. it's fine though! i've finally met you, so i'm alright with that." beomgyu admitted, his eyes practically glowing under the bright light in the art studio. your heart raced, butterflies filling your stomach, how cute could he be to make you feel like this. you've never believed that love was something for you, every single person you've liked has rejected you, clearly beomgyu wouldn't be any different.

"when is this due?" beomgyu questioned, his finger tapping on your canvas.

"in 2 weeks, why?" your head tilting in confusion as beomgyu's lips tugged into a mischievious smirk, "let's dip, you still have plenty of time to complete that."

"what? no. i need to–"

"no you don't, let's go to a vinyl shop, i know a place." beomgyu grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your seat. you screeched, telling him to wait, since your things were scattered around the studio. beomgyu chuckled, releasing your wrist, watching you frantically pack everything into your bag.

"i hate you." you grumbled, glaring at beomgyu while locking the door to your art studio. beomgyu laughed, his hand landing atop your head, stroking your hair, "quit grumbling, let's go."

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"what took you so long?" you removed a side of your earbud, looking up at beomgyu who was staring at your with an apologetic look on his face. "i've not been to the campus's library in months, so i kinda got lost.." his eyes averting your gaze, cheeks warming up due to the embarrassment. you laughed at him softly, patting the seat beside you.

"do you always come to the library on your free time?" beomgyu whispered, placing his bag on the ground, grabbing his laptop at the same time. you nod your head, fingers quickly typing out the 5000 word essay that was due the following day. beomgyu frowned, noticing how you have yet to give him any attention from the moment he sat down beside you.

beomgyu sighed into the palm of his hand, pushing his chair closer to yours, your shoulders coming into contact with one another, knees brushing against each other's occassionally. you could feel beomgyu's eyes burning holes into your soul, causing you to turn to face him, unaware of how close you guys were. your eyes widened, along with his, your face about a centimeter away from his. lips barely touching, his hot breath fanning against your face, eyes boring into yours.

"sorry.." beomgyu coughed, turning away from you, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"it's fine." you choked out, still thinking about what just happened, unable to think straight, you hastily finished your essay, not caring on whether it was perfect or not, and switched your laptop off.

"let's go to the vinyl store, i need more vinyls." you packed your bags, trying your best not to look into beomgyu's eyes, knowing that you'll instantly malfunction under his gaze. however, just as you had that thought in mind, beomgyu grabbed onto your wrist, making you pause your actions.

"wait, i have something for you." beomgyu removed his grip from your wrist, pulling a small box from his bag, placing it in your hand.

"open it." he whispered, eyes looking at the box and back at you, excited for you to open up the surprise gift he bought for you. you untied the cute little ribbon on the box before lifting up the lid of the tiny box, only to see a cute bracelet staring back at you, the star-shaped charm gleaming prettily, it's colours so plain yet so charming.

"it's pretty." was all your said, but beomgyu has known you long enough to understand that you don't talk that much when you see something you like so much, but your express it through your body language and facial expression. he could see the way your eyes lit up, ane how your lips tugged up to a slight smile without noticing. beomgyu grinned, watching as you slipped the bracelet on your wrist.

"let's go?" you asked, snapping beomgyu out of his daze.

"yea sure." his hands grabbing onto yours, acting as if he doesnt care, but his mind was a hectic mess. he could see your clueless expression through his peripheral vision, doe eyes staring at his hand on yours. beomgyu swore that his heart was going to jump out any moment, his ears turning to a soft hue of read, you were definitely going to be the death of him.

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time flies whenever you're with beomgyu, without even realising it has already been months since your first interaction. by this time, you've finally grown accustomed to your growing feelings for the male, from his appearance to his passion in music, everything about him was perfect. even your friends caught on to your lovesick ways, also talking to beomgyu from time to time just to see if he was suitable for you, only for them to say that you're dense. you couldn't even believe soobin when he told you that beomgyu hasn't been like this around his past lovers, lies, was what you told soobin, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded, just to see soobin shaking his head, telling you that it's true.

every now and then, beomgyu would invite you over to his dorm if he's too lazy to go over to yours, and behind closed doors, blocking out the noise happening in the living room due to the boys loud yelling, the both of your just listened to your shared playlist in silence. it may not seem like much, but this activity calms you down, resting your head against the bed frame while beomgyu lays on his pillow, scrolling through his phone.

lovers rock, the song you recommended him since the start of your friendship. the sound of the electric guitar slowly fading into the quiet atmosphere, your fingers subconsciously tap against your phone to the beat, humming along with the melody.

"look at this tiktok, it reminds me of us." beomgyu chuckled, his arm extended to show you the cute tiktok on his phone. you took some time to process that he was trying to show you something before turning your head towards his phone, "oh my god, stop shaking." you grumbled, grabbing onto his phone, your hand laying on top of his.

the video contained two cats hugging each other as they had earbuds in their ear, listening to music, perfectly picturing the exact event happening right now. your stomach felt funny, biting your lips as you fought back the largest smile ever. "yea, that's us." you giggled, this feeling was euphoric, the way your smile is immediately reciprocated makes you feel like you've won a marathon, how this man has you completely wrapped around his finger...

beomgyu hummed, a hint of joy hidden behind his voice as he turned to his side to face the wall. your eyes flickered onto beomgyu's figure, your body slowly edging towards him unconsciously.

"hmm?" beomgyu sounded, feeling your head pressing against his back, you forcefully pushed his head away, preventing him to look at you, "i'm tired." you yawned, wrapping your arm around his waist loosely, growing more comfortable against his warmth. beomgyu could hear his own heartbeat, loud and clear, afraid that you could hear it too. your eyes fluttered close, on the verge of falling asleep.

"yn." beomgyu called, his body shifted around to face you, you looked up at him groggily, waiting for him to say something. beomgyu's mouth turned dry, completely forgetting the words that he wanted to tell you.

"ah, forget it, rest well." swallowing the lump in his throat, he watched as you nodded your head, falling back to sleep. he stared at the wall behind you in frustration, his mind only filled with thoughts of you, and how he was going to confess to you.

ever since he told his friends about his undying love for you, all they did was to push him into confessing because he'd be a pussy if he didn't, and to convince his friends that he isn't one, he has to tell you soon. currently, his phone was raided with a bunch of notifications from his group chat, all of them asking when he was going to tell you.

heeseung : stop pussying it, just say it.

beomgyu : it's not that simple 😐 and she's asleep right now

jeongin : you had all the time in the world to say it just now, and you wasted it.

beomgyu : ok shut up, maybe later.

"so fucking annoying.." he groaned softly, turning his phone off, staring off into the distance again.

"what's annoying?" you yawned a question, woken up by beomgyu's rapid typing and groans in annoyance from earlier. beomgyu looked at you in shock, praying that you didn't see any of the messages he exchanged with his friends.

"ah, nothing." beomgyu shrugged it off, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"yn, i have something to tell you." he suddenly sat up, causing you to flinch, "what is it?" following his actions.

"do you believe in love at first sight?" the sudden question about love caught you off guard, you played around with the bracelet beomgyu previoudly gave you, unable to come up with a response. your silence made beomgyu nervous, was it too random? he stared off to the side of his room.

"i didn't believe it at first, but i guess i think it's possible." you replied, the back of your neck feeling warmer by the second, afraid that you'd accidentally slip out a confession. beomgyu looked at you as if you grew two heads, he knew you weren't fond of love, and would much rather focus on your future art career. he was slightly curious, and extremely jealous of this person who managed to steal your heart.

"who?"

"who..?"

"who is this person that changed your mind." his tone sounding harsher than he intended to, maybe becausr he didn't want to lose you to any other guy who didn't deserve you. your throat was dry, it was to either tell him the truth or lie about your feelings for him. however, you didn't want to miss out on this opportunity, i mean what could be worse than getting rejected in his own dorm. you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, licking your lips,

"you."

"what?"

"it's you, ever since you bumped into me when i was making my way out of the library." you confessed, feeling yourself crumble, knowing that beomgyu is watching you intently. on the other hand, beomgyu didn't believe his ears, his mind going haywire at the thought that you liked him back, not even paying attention to your rambling.

"i don't know if this is the right time to confess, i mean i guess it was just the heat of the moment.. i'm sorry if i made you uncomf–" your eyes widened at the sudden contact on your lips, slowly blinking to register the situation that's happening. what felt like fireworks in your stomach, your eyes naturally closed, reciprocating the kiss, your hand placed on top of beomgyu's, slightly gripping onto it. beomgyu smiled into the kiss, his free hand landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

beomgyu pulled away, causing you to whine, wanting more. beomgyu couldn't help but giggle at how desperate you were.

"more.." you sighed out, wrapping your arms around beomgyu's neck, tilting your head as you connected your lips against his. his lips tasted like strawberries, his favourite fruit, and also the chapstick that he steals from your occassionally, he was perfect. you pulled away, catching your breath, placing your forehead against beomgyu's.

"guess we picked the best song to kiss to." beomgyu chuckled, you quirked your eyebrow, not understanding what he meant, until you heard what the lyrics meant. you giggled, nuzzling your head into beomgyu's neck.

"it's perfect."

she might wanna kiss

before the end of this song..

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icyminer · 2 years

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The Profitability Guide of Antminer S19 ASIC in 2022

Bitcoin's cryptographic protocol is built based on SHA-256 (Secure Hash Algorithm), a function developed by the US National Security Agency. The Bitcoin blockchain ensures the transparency and integrity of transactions through its DLT (Distributed Ledger Technology) and the underpinned SHA-256 hashes. Since there is no central entity to confirm auditing the consensus, Bitcoin achieves its network through Proof of Work. Valid blocks are created and chained one by one, the block creators or validators, and commonly referred to as Bitcoin miners.

Miners compete with each other to create a new block with the incentive to receive block rewards - the Bitcoin digital currency. In 2022, each Bitcoin reward is 6.25BTC. To operate Bitcoin mining, we need HPC (High-Performance Computing) machines. It is also referred to as ASIC (Application Specific Integrated Circuit) machine for the Bitcoin context. Due to the rise of the total Bitcoin blockchain hashing power, you can no longer mine Bitcoin with CPU, GPU. The ASIC machine has a single-purpose build-in system (Hardware + Software) for solving the Bitcoin mining puzzle. Think of a brutal force attempting to guess a puzzle. In other words, the faster you can endeavor different answers, the higher possibility you can find the solution.

Bitmain Antminer S19 series is one of the top ASIC lines in the market for Bitcoin mining. It comes with different models, for example:

Antminer S19J (90TH)

Antminer S19J Pro (100Th)

Antminer S19J Pro (104Th)

Antminer S19J Pro (110Th)

Each model comes with a different specification for mining. (and each batch from the manufacturer may be slightly different as well)

We will pick Antminer S19J Pro (100Th) as an example to work through its profitability guide below.

S19 lines are considered the best industry-leading level Bitcoin mining rigs (can also work for other SHA-256 based cryptocurrencies).

Model: Antminer S19J Pro

Hash Rate: 100TH

Power Consumption: 2950 watts

Network: Ethernet

Noise Level: 75db

Weight: 15KG

Size: 195 x 290 x 370mm

Chip: 5nm

Operating Temperate: 5-35 Celsius

Operating Humidity: 5 - 95%

We will focus on critical indicators in computing power, power consumption, and efficiency. These 3 are the key factors to picture your mining operation profitability.

Hash rate: this is the workhorse of the machines. 100TH means the ASIC conducts 100 trillion hash per second. So for each second, the ASIC machine performs 100 x 1,000,000,000,000 attempts to guess the puzzle. That's incredible speed. This metric is the production rate of your machine.

Power Consumption: 2950 watts indicate the ASIC consumes 2950 watts of electricity per hour. Since you want the machine to keep running 24/7. It will consume 2950 x 24 = 70800 watt (70.8 kWh) per day.

Efficiency: ASIC measures its efficiency for its unit power consumption against per TH/S. In this case, 2950 / 100 = 29.5J/TH. Joule per TH. A unit of energy is required by computing a trillion hash per second. Some distributor references it as 29.5W.

Antminer S19 Pro is known for its supremacy of its high hash rate power while maintaining relatively low power consumption. As a result, it is a super-efficient Bitcoin mining workhorse.

Let's go through a simplified example better to understand the profitability calculation for your mining operation.

You run this S19J Pro 100TH ASIC machine locally in your garage or basement. Your local electricity rate is $0.12 / kWh cost.

The electricity cost for running this ASIC per day: 2950 / 1000 x 24 x 0.12 = $8.50

Electricity Per month is: 2950 / 1000 x 730 x 0.12 = $258.42 per month. (Note that, there is 730 hours average per month. 24 hours x 365 days / 12 months = 730)

Estimated Bitcoin mined per hour for 100TH/s within current network difficulty 0.00001908 BTC per hour or 0.00045798 BTC per day. Roughly about 0.0139284 BTC per month.

You can check how much BTC you can mine with your contributed hash rate: https://www.coinwarz.com/mining/bitcoin/calculator

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crypto-shrypto · 2 years

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Bitcoin mining company CleanSpark buys more Antminer S19 XP units to expand its infrastructure

On June 17, CleanSpark,a sustainable bitcoin mining and technology company disclosed details about the company’s purchase contract of 1800 Antminer S19 XP units as part of its ongoing infrastructure expansion plan on its official website. The machines will increase the company’s bitcoin mining capacity by more than 252 petahashes per second (PH/s).

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vampsywrites · 10 months

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a protector

synopsis: after your acceptance into the omaticaya clan, neteyam takes you to utraya mokri (the tree of voices)

tags: fluffyy, aged up! neteyam (18-19), neteyam pining hard, reader being a tease, neteyam playing hard to get only to end up jealous someone help him

a/n: neteyam is just his mother cloned fight me/j also, in this au the tree of voices was not destroyed

w.c: 0.7k

The luminescent flora seemed to come alive, painting the surroundings in a mystical hue. Intrigued, your fingers extend towards the nearest tree, cautiously exploring its glistening trunk. Neteyam observes your genuine curiosity with a warm smile, appreciating the reverence you show for this sacred place.

Underfoot, a bed of moss glows faintly. Peals of laughter slips from your lips as you see it react to your footsteps with expanding rings of light.

"This is a place for prayers to be heard," Neteyam's voice barely rose above a hushed murmur as he gently led you towards the center of mesmerizing bioluminescent willow trees. "And sometimes, Eywa answers."

"It's beautiful," you gasp out breathlessly, delving deeper into the heart of this sacred wilderness. Neteyam faithfully follows like a lost puppy, his gaze fixed intently upon your back. After taking a moment to immerse yourself in the enchanting surroundings, you finally turn your attention back to him.

"Is there a specific reason you brought me here?" you inquire, although a part of you already senses the significance behind this meet-up.

As your gaze lands on Neteyam, you take note of his refined attire, a welcome change from his usual rugged warrior-like style.

Tonight, he stands tall and proud, his frame accentuated by the elaborate ceremonial garb he wears. Woven green bands, expertly crafted, encircle his firm biceps as its vibrant hues shimmer in the dappled light filtering through the canopy. Further down, your gaze is drawn to the beaded garment gracing his waist, adorned by carved wooden beads and shining gems.

The warrior fakes a coughs, turning around to brush his fingers through one of the draping tendrils." You are Omaticaya now. You are one of the people. Which means you may make your own bow from the wood of Hometree."

Neteyam pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering briefly towards you before retreating back to the ground. "And… you may choose a mate."

Amusement dances in your eyes as you watch him struggle to maintain a casual façade, trying hard not to glance back at you.

"Is that so?" you playfully respond, pretending not to understand the implications. Neteyam nods with his back still turned from you.

"Ao'sun is a skilled weaver," Neteyam murmurs softly, his voice scarcely above a whisper, "He is one of our best."

The willow trees sway gently as a cool breeze sweeps through the forest. You step closer to him until you are flush against his side, feeling the warmth of his body against your own. "I don't want Ao'sun," you say, your tone teasing yet sincere.

Neteyam swallows hard, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips as he tries to process your words. "Natiro is a very skilled crafter," he stammers, attempting to divert the conversation.

"Indeed," you agree, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your lips, "He is."

A flicker of jealousy sparks in Neteyam's eyes, momentarily betraying his composure. He tries to conceal his inner turmoil, but his clenched jaw and the sudden tension in his posture give him away. The admission of other potential suitors stirs an unexpected wave of possessiveness within him.

You sense the shift in his demeanor, your cheeky smile widening ever so slightly. Chuckling, you lean in closer, your voice a soft whisper against his ear.

"But, I don't want him. There is someone else who has captivated me," you confess, your voice filled with affection. "A certain protector of mine. And he is not just anyone; he is a mighty warrior. One who has become incredibly dear to me."

Neteyam's lips part, but no words escape. Instead, he shakily reaches out, his large hand tenderly cupping your cheek, his touch gentle yet dominating. In that moment, the jungle around you seems to hold its breath. The willow trees swaying in anticipation, their whispered rustle echoing the tender exchange.

With a knowing smile, you gently place your hand atop Neteyam's, intertwining your fingers with his. "Ma'teyam, it has always been you," you affirm, your voice filled with assurance. "Your strength, your loyalty, your, at times, overbearing protectiveness and the way you make me feel…"

Neteyam's eyes shimmer with a depth of emotion. Wasting no time, he sweeps you into his strong arms, pressing his lips against yours, igniting a flame of desire that courses through your entire being. Once your lips separate, a comfortable silence fills the air, interrupted only by the sound of your pants.

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"Ma'teyam," you smile up at him, "I choose you."

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magics-neptunes-things · 5 months

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Snow

Hello everyone!

Since it is soon Christmas, I decided to make several stories on this theme. Some will be related to stories I have already written and others will be completely separate from others. This one is related to Historia de Amor (1) | (2) which you can find on my blog.

Enjoy :)

TW: None

Manchester, December 2020

You were deep asleep, huddled under the sheets in your girlfriend’s bed. Despite the short time you’ve been together, about three months, whenever you have the opportunity, you sleep at her apartment. Not every day so as not to be too invasive, fearing a little to cool the intentions that Ona has towards you.

It's however a small excited cry of this one that wakes you up with a start. You immediately sit in bed, looking for the burglar who must have awakened her. But you only find yourself facing the silhouette of Ona planted in front of the window of her room.

"Hermosa, it snowed!"

"Oh man" you grumble, already imagining the ordeal that it will be on the road.

You let yourself fall on the bed again, sticking your nose into the cushions. The smell of Ona came to you and made you smile softly.

"Come and see" asks you Ona without leaving the window with her eyes.

"Onita I was born in Manchester. I see snow every year. Come back to bed, it’s only seven in the morning"

But Ona shakes her head negatively, her eyes still glued to the outside.

"I’ve never seen snow" Ona says softly.

The softness of her voice makes you turn your head in her direction and you feel your heart melt in a few seconds. Her amazed look and her smile (which quickly became one of your weaknesses) make you fall in love with her again. You don’t know how she does it and what her magic powers are, but sometimes it keeps hitting you with the force of a truck.

So you end up getting out of bed, shivering as you feel the cold ground under your feet. You join Ona and place yourself behind her, your arms around her waist and your chin on her shoulder. And, since you have the right, you start laying kisses on her face, kissing every inch you can reach. It makes laugh Ona and turns her face in your direction after some moments.

You put a kiss on her lips, longer than the others, before resuming your initial position, your chin on her shoulder.

"The view is incredible" whispers Ona, who has shifted her attention to the street.

Not you. You keep looking at her.

"I prefer mine" you say maliciously.

Ona briefly looks at you before rolling her eyes with an amused look.

"What a sweet talker"

You hums for any answer, brushing her cheek with your lips. Just when you were going to ask her to go back under the sheets for a cuddly awakening, Ona resumes speaking.

"Shall we go for a walk?"

"What?" you say while stepping back a little, without letting her go, to see if she’s serious. Spoiler, she is. "But Ona it’s 7:23 in the morning"

"I know but it’s so beautiful! Come on Hermosa please! Please, please, please!"

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It's precisely 8am when you find yourself in Ona's street, dressed in a way to fight the cold and the weather. It continues to snow gently but fortunately no wind to whip your face. And even if you grumble a little, the happiness that reads on your girlfriend’s face is definitely worth it.

She's smiling, walking while looking around her with the happiest smile and you can't take your eyes of her. You follow her quietly, letting her immerse herself of Manchester under the snow. You wonder what Barcelona looks like in winter and you promise yourself to ask her the question later.

For now, Ona turns in your direction and reaches her hand to you, which you hurry to take in yours. Your gloves make the gesture more complicated, but you still manage it. When the Spanish woman speaks again, smoke comes out of her mouth, testifying to the ambient cold.

"Thank you for coming with me" Ona said tenderly before tiptoeing to kiss your cheek.

"Everything for my girl" you smile maliciously.

Despite your lack of desire earlier, you are happy to have accepted, her happiness above everything else. And, icing on the cake, you got multiple of hugs and hot chocolate back home.

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ssailormoonn · 4 months

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CAMERA'S | Light Yagami

MASTERLIST ┊death note master list

WC; 1.9k┊!MDNI! ┊TW; NSFW, voyeurism? exhibition? piv, fingering, begging, praise, degradation. dom!light x sub!reader

REQUEST; While the Yagami's are still under the suspicion, with all da surveillance cameras and voice bugs, Light wants to put on display his pretty little girlfriend. Having his girlfriend hopeless underneath him as L watches through the camera 😏😏😏 anon (a/n; this request had me spasming in joy)

"Hey {Y/N}! Light never mentioned you were dropping by," Sayu exclaims, her eyes brightening as she spots me, opening the door for me.

"Just felt like stopping by," I reply, setting down the bag of groceries I brought, slipping off my shoes and neatly placing them on the rack. "Didn't want to show up empty-handed, so I grabbed Sachiko's favorite dessert on the way."

"Honestly, you could come with nothing, and Mom would still be thrilled to see you," Sayu remarks, joining me in unloading the small haul of groceries.

"That's quite the compliment," I respond, a blush spreading across my cheeks as I bring a fisted hand up to my mouth shyly.

"Oh, for sure," Sayu says, casually opening a bag of chips from the groceries. "Mom can't stop talking about you."

"I hope it's not too annoying," I apologize bashfully.

"Nah, it's cool. I actually like you, so it's all good," Sayu replies with a playful grin.

I chuckle at her response, the warmth in the air accentuating the fondness I feel for Light's younger sister. Despite the five-year age gap between us, I've grown to love our conversations. Whether it's lending a hand with Sayu's quadratic homework when Light is immersed in his studies or casually steering our talks toward the latest gossip, spending time with her always feels refreshing.

"If you ever need help with anything, Sayu, just give me a call," I say, brushing my hands off on my skirt. "Knowing Light, he's probably occupied with who knows what."

"Sure thing!"

The Yagami residence is quite lovely, and I always find joy in being here. Yet, the main reason I frequent this place is to spend time with Light. My mother tends to embarrass me when Light visits our home, so I've found it more convenient to come over to his place.

"Light," I call out, knocking twice on his door. My eyebrows furrow when I receive no reply.

"Light?" I say, cautiously pushing open his door. My head tilts at the peculiar sight before me – he's slouched in the chair, study books scattered across the desk. His head leans over the back of the chair, a clear sign of exhaustion.

He must be completely drained.

"Oh, darling," I say with concern, placing my handbag down beside his bed. Walking over to where he sits, I gently cup his face and plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Turning around, I start cleaning up the clutter on his desk, gathering his criminal justice and criminal psychology textbooks.

Suddenly, cold arms wrap around my waist, causing me to jump slightly in fright before realising it is Light. I look down at his arms, tilting my head in confusion at his unexpected gesture. "Are you okay?" I ask.

"Can you do something for me?" Light inquires, deflecting my question and replacing it with one of his own.

"Oh? That's why clinging on to me," I say with a smile rising onto my face.

A fleeting moment unfolds, and I sense Light's back leaning against mine, his presence towering over me. The edge of the desk presses against my body, and a soft shiver runs down my spine as I feel his warm breath gently grazing the side of my neck.

Deliberately slowing down my breathing, I'm cautious not to inhale too quickly, wanting to savor the subtle intimacy without overwhelming the moment. "What is it? I mean, what do you need from me?" I reply, feeling my cheeks grow warmer.

"I feel like some apples, could you get some for me?" Light questions.

"What? I just got here, you couldn't have called me?" I reply, turning around in his hold to face him, a hint of confusion in my expression.

"There's something else that I need you to do for me," he says, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"What do you need?"

His face gently inches closer to mine, and I feel the soft brush of his lips against my own. Light's hand moves with purpose, cupping the back of my neck, and my eyes flutter shut in contentment as the warmth of his touch envelops me.

The hand that was previously cradling my head shifts its position, tilting my chin upward, and I feel a flutter in my stomach. Light's head lowers, and his warm breath caresses the shell of my neck, sending a wave of heat throughout my body. The moment lingers, leaving an electrifying sensation in its wake.

As Light's lips linger on mine, his hand delicately cups the back of my neck, creating a sensation of warmth that sends a shiver down my spine. His lips press once again against mine. The rhythmic dance of our tongues takes me by surprise, and I find myself lost in the tender exchange. Breaking away from the unexpected intensity, I bury my head into the comforting embrace of Light's shoulder. My fingers tighten their grip on the fabric of his shoulders, grounding me in the moment.

With a gentle touch, Light guides my head, tilting my chin upward. As my eyes meet his, a subtle flutter in my stomach intensifies. His head lowers to the side of mine, and I'm enveloped in the intoxicating warmth of his breath against the sensitive skin of my neck. A wave of heat courses through my body, and I revel in the electrifying connection between us.

His fingers trail down my spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Light's lips find mine again, a tender kiss that deepens the connection between us. The room seems to fade away as we become immersed in this shared intimacy. My hands find their way to the small of his back, fingers tracing gentle patterns, and I savor the closeness that lingers between us.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against his, our breaths intertwining in a silent exchange. Light's gaze meets mine, filled with a warmth that mirrors the emotions coursing through me. The air is charged with an unspoken understanding, and as his thumb brushes against my cheek, I feel a sense of connection that goes beyond words.

Light lowers his head, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "There are cameras and voice taps in my room because I'm a suspect," he whispers, his words barely audible. "I think we should put on a show."

A hint of amusement colors my response as I retort, "If you're that desperate, then go get protection yourself, along with your apples." I roll my eyes sarcastically, feeling the subtle smirk against my skin.

It's clear what Light is asking of me—to play along, say something to divert attention, and maintain the façade for the members of the task force monitoring his every move. The weight of our unspoken understanding hangs in the air as I navigate the delicate dance of secrecy and shared intentions.

I move myself away from the desk and Light follows my movements, maintaining his hold on my hips as I move backwards towards the comfort of his bed. The back of my legs his the base board of the bed and causing my knees to bend, sit down at the edge of the bed.

I gracefully ease away from the desk, and Light, with a subtle determination, follows my movements. His firm grip on my hips remains, a reassuring presence as I navigate the room. Slowly, deliberately, I move backward, guiding us both towards the inviting comfort of his bed.

The back of my legs meet the solid baseboard of the bed, causing my knees to bend in response. With a gentle descent, I settle down at the edge of the bed, the mattress cradling my weight as I feel the warmth of Light's presence infront of me.

I retreat backward on the bed, and Light gracefully follows suit. As he unbuttons his shirt, a quiet anticipation lingers in the air. With a subtle sensuality, I slip off my black and white milkmaid shirt over my shoulders, revealing the delicate silhouette beneath and leaving me in my bra.

Light's hand embarks on a leisurely journey, trailing up my hips and waist, while the other holds my thigh flush against the side of his body. The room is filled with a charged atmosphere as we navigate the unspoken performance.

Light descends, capturing my lips once more in a fervent kiss. I gasp, taken aback by the intensity of the action, my back arching in anticipation as the electrifying connection between us deepens. The room seems to shrink, as he unclips my bra and drags the feverent material off my breasts.

As his fingers lightly tease the skin above my collarbone, a feeling of uncertainty creeps over me, L and the taskforce are going to be watching. Light's father and L.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and respond, "I'm sure." My words are breathy and barely audible as my body trembles in response to his touch. "I'll do anything for you," I say sighing into his mouth as he brings his lips to mine again.

"I know you would," He whispers, taking his hand off my thigh, only to drag his two middle fingers down my covered slit making jerk and a whimper leave my mouth.

My skirt was still adorned on my body, along with my underwear, it wasn't even a moment later when Light tugged free my panties, placing them in an unknown spot. Not even a moment was wasted when Light teased my clit with the pad of his thumb and my legs trumbled at the simple touch casuing him to smirk at the skin of my neck, leaving a hikey in it's wake.

Two fingers imedietly slipped within my heat and started to curl at my gummy spot and I hoplessly moan as my arms wrapped around Lights neck, almost as if that would help relief some of the pleasure.

"Found it already, have I?" Light comments while slowly thrusting his fingers in and out my soaked hole, slowly curling his fingers into my gummy walls everytime my entered again.

"Please, Light," I moan as pleasure sears through every nerve in my body, forgeting about the cameras and voice taps.

"Please, what?"

"'M need you," I whimper out as he maintains that slow, aching pace, curling his long fingers at the right time to hit that one spot that made me feel so, so good. But, despite him knowing this he continues to do this slowly, making sure each one of my moans and whimpers gets dent thorugh the cameras and voice taps.

"Sorry, darling, but this is all you're going to get," Light says, almost mocking me for how pathetic and fucked out I already look. "And look, you're doing so well for me," Light whispers in my ear, nipping at the flesh making another string of whimpers leave my lips.

"More," I choke out and I felt another smirk rise agaisnt his lips.

"You're such a dirty girl," Light breaths hotly agasint my ear, refering to the task force watching us and stilll wanting to have more from Light.

"Jus' want you to go f-faster," I say holding back the moan when he curls his fingers once more. "Such a dirty girl," Light degrades and complys with my request and picks up the pase causes the knot in my stomach to grow.

"Please, please, pleasee," I chant over and over again, asking for the release of the orgassm that has a deadly threat layign over my body, "Ngh, L-Light, please."

"Fine, let go," Light commands and a moan of his name leaves my throat, my back arches into his chest and his arm slips around my waist holding me close to him. Light descends to kiss my once more, letting the warmth of the kiss linger when he pulls away.

Do not steal, copy, modify, etc Reblogs and likes are appreciated requests are still open :)

sorry, this is shorter than what I usually write :(

tell me if any of u want the L's pov of the situation (the task forces pov)

#light smut #light yagami smut #death note smut #death note x reader #yagami light smut #light deathn note

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iamnmbr3 · 27 days

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What’s you favorite Drarry 8th year fanfic? Mine is Aftershocks on AO3, if you haven’t read it I highly recommend this fic! It has 47 chapters, so book long, but it’s amazing and it also has really cool magic and plot development and well as Drarry development!

oooh! I haven't read that one but will check it out when I get a chance. Linked here if anyone else wants to check it out too.

Off the top of my head some 8th year fics I have enjoyed are listed below. Special shoutout to At Your Service which is really excellent and truly feels like an immersive book 8 experience where drarry also happens.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 95,752 | rating: E )

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There's only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Storm in a Teacup by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 7,954 | rating: M)

For reasons he'd rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter's hair. This cannot end well.

Take Into the Air (My Quiet Breath) by GuardianMira (rating: T | words: 11,725 )

Draco is dying of Hanahaki Disease. Serves him right, Harry thinks.

Candy by bixgirl1 (rating: M | workds: 5,858 )

It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends. Sweet fic. May cause cavities.

hello goodbye ('twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars (rating: T | words: 4,807)

Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake. - Self-indulgent soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a shifting magic tattoo

#asks #fic rec #drarry #Harry Potter #drarry fic rec

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comicaurora · 11 months

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Lighting critique of a recent panel ! Dark ambient lighting is a favorite art subject of mine, so i figured this would be a good time to give some input ! ii say as if we havent been in the undergroound chapter for like a month in which it didnt occur to me to pay attention to lighting Oh well loool here it is nowwwwwwww hope you dont mind the input

Huh.

Okay, so first off, thanks - this is cool and your lighting looks very nice. I look forward to seeing what you make!

Second - I really hope sending this kind of ask isn't a habit of yours, because unsolicited artistic criticism comes across as remarkably rude.

Art criticism for the purposes of improvement is a social contract entered between two artists, typically in a scholastic environment. An artist presents their work to other artists whose opinions they trust and value, and those artists weigh in with their thoughts. Critical to the process is that the presenting artist is showing their art for the purpose of improvement, and they're prepared to receive that input because they're actively asking for it.

In contrast, I make this comic so people can read it, and while I certainly don't mind if they take it apart to analyze it or find ways the writing and art could be improved, I, the creator, am not asking for that and - more importantly - will not really benefit from it.

For instance, in this case, my style of background lighting and shading is optimized most specifically to accommodate for the fact that I need to make a lot of these pages quickly, and correspondingly cannot give everything 110%. Any individual panel could absolutely be more polished, but I often shade these backgrounds in batches of ten pages or more, each page with an average of six panels that need individual shading. So that's sixty individual backgrounds I need to shade in one go. It doesn't make your advice wrong, or even unhelpful for an artist setting out to learn this kind of technique - but it does make it unhelpful for me. This is something you realistically had no way of knowing, and I don't hold it against you! But this is why I have a short list of artists and writers whose input I actually ask for sometimes, and that list is composed of people who know me, my creative priorities, and how my process works. Because they know what I'm working with, their advice stands a much better chance of being actually helpful to me.

Criticism, like all art, has an audience it is designed for. In art school environments or artistic coworker situations, the audience for the criticism is the artist being critiqued and the other artists who are learning from the communal experience they are all agreeing to share. This is the exception and not the rule, however. Outside of this space, the audience for criticism of a work of art is typically the subset of the audience for that work of art that are trying to learn something from the experience or understand what did and didn't work for them. This group can discuss what they did and didn't like, what they would have changed, what parts worked for them that may not have worked for other members of the audience, etc. This space of critical analysis forms the backbone of most fandoms and can be incredibly interesting and rewarding to play around in.

The audience for that kind of criticism is not the creator of the art. In the same way a creator can never be fully immersed in their own fandom audience, this form of communal critique from the audience side of things does not work when directed at the creator. In the context of this work of art, we exist in very different spaces and operate under different parameters. If there's one thing I learned from back when I used to check in on the fan discord community, it's that most conversation in this space operates under the assumption that the creator will not see it or take it personally. I cannot be in the audience of my own audience.

All that to say, thanks for the thought, but please be careful doing this in the future - tumblr is the land of kneejerk hostility and poor reading comprehension, and I don't want to see you getting shredded for a kind intention. And I hope some people find this impromptu tutorial helpful!

#asks #aurora #art stuff

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myster-roca · 6 months

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Desires and Deception: Full Undercover

"Your assignment: Assume the identity of a high-profile businessman and fitness guru with deep connections to the underworld elite.

Your objective: Infiltrate a high-stakes bodybuilding event where one of the underworld's most influential figures, deeply involved in a clandestine affair, is about to take center stage. A complete physical transformation is your only cover."

On the surface, his existence seems so different from mine. He's deeply entrenched in the world of luxury, surrounded by the glitter and glamour of the upper class.

I lead a life of shadows and secrecy, a chameleon in the backdrop of society. While he basks in the spotlight, I thrive in the darkness.

Yet, as I become more familiar with his life, I realize that beneath the facades, we're not so dissimilar. We both wear masks, albeit of different kinds.

He portrays an image of power and wealth, and I craft identities to delve into the hidden realms of espionage. We're both performers, navigating the stage of our own making, just on opposite sides of the curtain.

Within the covert operations division, our team constituted a rare breed, masters of disguise, each possessing an exceptional talent for the craft of metamorphosis.

We shared an unspoken bond born from the countless secrets we held and the trust we placed in one another.

The intricately crafted muscle suit lay before me like a silent partner in this clandestine masquerade. I'd done this countless times before, but the excitement and tension of the moment never ceased to grip me.

This moment brings a complex blend of emotions to my entire body.

There's the weight of responsibility, knowing that I must seamlessly become another person, thinking, speaking, and moving as they do.

But there's also the thrill of the challenge, the adrenaline rush that comes with immersing myself in a persona utterly distinct from my own.

As I slipped into the suit, the material stretched and molded to my physique. My hands found their way to the attached silicone gloves. The snug fit accentuated every contour, making me look more sculpted than ever.

My team of ingenious innovators had left no stone unturned to make the muscle suit as lifelike as humanly possible. Their unwavering dedication shone through in the meticulous attention to detail.

My pulse quickened with anticipation as the muscles subtly inflated, intensifying the illusion of strength and confidence.

With every stroke, the skilled hands erased my facial hair, and I could almost sense a new identity taking shape.

The skintone had been impeccably matched, with the paintwork skillfully blending the boundary between reality and artifice.

I marveled at their exceptional precision as they carefully placed the snow-white silicone prosthetic skin onto my scalp, deftly concealing the intricate details at the rear.

Each brushstroke they applied infused the blank canvas with a spectrum of shades and tones, gradually merging it with the flesh-colored muscle suit.

The cap clung to my scalp, obscuring any hint of my natural hair. Their unparalleled expertise accomplished an astounding feat, vanquishing visible seams and ensuring a flawless integration with the rest of the suit.

As I rose to my feet, I could feel the muscles discreetly swelling, enhancing my size and making me appear more imposing. Enthralled by this transformation, I locked my gaze onto the mirror, realizing that, except for my own face, the reflection before me resembled that of a complete stranger.

The next phase was even more unsettling. I couldn't help but feel vulnerable, yet excited, as I closed my eyes and immersed myself in embodying the fitness guru's charisma and unwavering drive for power.

Seated before the vanity, I felt the cool touch of silicone on my skin. With each prosthetic piece, I watched myself morph into the figure whose aura and allure I admired and now emulated.

My own features were vanishing, slowly replaced by the chiseled jawline, pronounced cheekbones, and the perfectly shaped nose.

Each adjustment, every little tweak, brought me closer to becoming the fitness influencer I needed to become.

The transformation has reached its halfway point, yet I can't shake the persistent unease that lingers within me. Something feels awry, lacking in authenticity.

This void echoes the emptiness I've felt in past impersonations. The team is well aware of this predicament, which motivated them to develop a new technology aimed at resolving the issue. Although they conducted numerous beta tests, this marks the first field trial.

I stood from my chair and began to don the silicone muscle pants, preparing myself for the next step.

The pants appeared remarkably sophisticated, quite different from the silicone muscle pants I had initially envisioned. Nevertheless, the team assured me that this unique design was intentional, tailored to fulfill its specific purpose.

As I settled into a sleek, state-of-the-art machine, they assured me that it would serve as the catalyst for the forthcoming comprehensive transformation. The team then delved into an explanation of the pants' fabric and the silicone prosthetic pieces they had attached, emphasizing their integration with nanites.

They elaborated on how these minuscule marvels were precisely programmed to discern the unique contours and characteristics of my body, thereby enabling the seamless fusion of the material with my own skin. This intricate process would ensure an astonishingly lifelike and untraceable metamorphosis.

The machine enclosed around my waist with a gentle yet firm embrace. I could feel its mechanisms hum to life as it began its work. A warm, viscous liquid began to flow from the machine's hidden nozzles, gently cascading down my legs and torso.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if I were being submerged in a pool of liquid silk. I watched, my heart racing, as the substance encased my legs and torso. It was as if the nanites and the liquid skin were in perfect harmony, dancing a choreography that was breathtaking to experience.

The machine released me, and I fell forward, landing on my hands and knees. The ground was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat that surged within me. As I struggled to regain my footing, I realized that I was sweating, my skin tingling with life.

My skin glistened with sweat as the nanites engulfed my whole body. My senses were on fire as the second skin adapted to the shape of my own body, molding itself to me with an almost sentient understanding. I could feel the air against my skin as I breathed deeply, savoring the newfound sensations.

I stood on my feet, and a tidal wave of power surged through my veins—a breathtaking rush of unearthed strength that sent shivers of exhilaration cascading down my spine. I was utterly captivated by the profound transformation I had undergone.

It was as though this second skin had reshaped the core of my existence. It was no longer just a disguise; it had become a part of my own being.

Overwhelmed by curiosity and newfound confidence, I couldn't resist the urge to explore my transformed physique.

As I flexed my thighs, I could feel their utmost solidity, the sensation of unyielding strength resonating through my body. My legs, once unassuming and lean, now bore the weight of sculpted power.

Running my hands across my chest, I felt the hard contours beneath my fingers, swelling with a sense of pride. My pectoral muscles were now pronounced and firm. I couldn't resist running my fingers over the chiseled ridges of my new washboard abs.

With each movement, I admired the pronounced biceps and triceps, each muscle responding to my command. Flexing my forearms, the veins stood out like a roadmap of my uncovered power.

I had truly become the living embodiment of the role I was about to play.

With the transformation complete, I am reborn in the shadows, ready to dance into the abyss of intrigue and danger, playing my part in a game where trust is a currency of uncertainty, and the truth remains veiled forever.

To Be Continued . . .

#male body transformation #male bodysuit #body change #male transformation #male skin #male disguise #male body suit #male form #hot male

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Custer

Pairing: Ghost x GN! Reader, no use of (Y/N), First POV

Word Count: 908

About: After an accomplished mission, Ghost is intrigued by the music he can hear you blasting in your earbuds.

Themes: None really, just a little drabble of Ghost and reader interacting.

Notes: The song featured in this short is Custer by Slipnot. Highly recommend it if heavy metal is your style! Nickname for this one is Puppy. Enjoy!

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

“Mission well done, everyone.” Price announced, gazing over all of us.

Irreverence is my disease

It's secondhand, but you know me

The son of a bitch is on his knees

The last man standing gets no pity

We were currently heading back to our base and while everyone else was talking, I was destroying my hearing with my music. Couple of months ago, I joined Task Force 141, sworn in by Captain Price and so far I have enjoyed my stay here. Some missions are hard as fuck, take months and months to accomplish, while some others, like todays, only take a day or two to do and while I do love what I do, I also love being at our base. I keep to myself for the most part, whether I be walking outside or in my bunk reading a book while listening to music. It’s not that the guys don’t like me, I mean hell, they also invite me to play a game of pool or poker with them, most of the time I turn it down because I just want to do my own thing. You can’t really afford to make close friendships or even relationships in this line of work, you never know when something may happen to one of ‘hem. Soap can be an ass sometimes but he is cool and very outgoing. Gaz is the nicest of the lot, but can sometimes be too nice for his own good. Price is the definition of an old grumpy man, and can definitely act like one for sure, but he very much would take a bullet for one of us. Now Ghost, who happens to be sittin’ right next to me in this crowded vehicle, I haven’t figured out yet. He will mumble a hi if I am passing by or make a comment here and there, but he seems to be like me, likes to keep to himself. He is the closest with Soap by far, but even then I don’t really see them hanging around base as much as you think they would since they are close.

You try so hard to be difficult

You want to win the war?

Know what you're fighting for

Hell yeah, it’s my favorite part. I began bumping my leg to the beat of the music as well as tapping my knee as if I was an old, country man in the West.

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuc-

I swear I felt someone nudge my shoulder, but I didn’t pay any mind to it as I immersed myself into my music.

-k fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fuck fuck me up

Cut cut cut me up and fuck fu-

Okay someone is definitely tapping me on the shoulder. This better be good. I pulled my earbuds out in a huff.

“You grumpy, Puppy?” A gravelly voice asked me.

Ghost. I sneered at him a little bit for the nickname. For some reason, the task force came up with the nickname puppy for me. The reason for it? Well that I will never know they just started calling me that one day, around the time I first started.

“Nope.”

“Seems like ‘t.” He remarked.

“What is it to ya?” I asked.

“You’re gonna damage ‘our hearing listening to that bloody music that damn loud.” He commented, his big blue eyes piercing into mine.

“Oh so you’re the one that made me put my music away?”

“Never told you to do that.”

Dear lord, this man. As attractive he may be, he can be a real ass sometimes.

“What song was it?”

Ghost? The most grumpy British man to ever exist asking me about what I was listening to? I might as well be honored.

“Custer by Slipknot.” I answer.

“Slipknot? What kind of band is that?” Ghost asked.

Is this really Ghost or did he bump his head during a mission or somethin’?

“They are a heavy metal band that started in the mid 90’s. Custer is one of their most popular songs but it is one of my favorites.” I added.

I could tell Ghost was processing what I said because he nodded his head in response and didn’t say a word back. So it’s up to me aye?

“What kind of music do you listen to?” I asked him.

“Hm. Some rock, some alternative, some reggae.” Ghost listed.

“Reggae? Really?” I questioned, not expecting that answer.

“Hey, don’t diss Bob Marley till you try ‘im.” Ghost remarked.

“I’ll give him a try, L.T.” I said, shoving his shoulder with mine.

I could see he rolled his eyes in response, but in a sarcastic way.

“And I’ll Slipkno’ a try.”

“SlipknoT.”

“Don’t test me puppy.” Ghost growled a little, making me laugh, in which he eventually let out a chuckle.

Ghost is definitely not as bad as everyone seems like he is, he just needs the right person to break down his walls.

END

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod #call of duty #modern warfare x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 x reader

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strawbxrryanime · 1 month

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the businessman's sweetheart - kokonoi hajime x reader

Before you know it, he could swindle you easily like how he swindles paper dollar bills. You were his beloved, a charm worth more than money, worth more than anything he could ever purchase. You were the businessman's sweetheart, the pride and joy of Kokonoi.

That's why Kokonoi had to show you just exactly how much he loves you in bed, just enough for bed and breakfast to kick in. He's having you for breakfast, and there's no stopping him. His smirk making you squeal, he's just so conniving, he swindled your heart easily by his muscular bod, his charming personality.

How he swindled you in bed, with everything bare, clothes scattered all over the bedroom floor. Kokonoi muttering sweet nothings into your ear, kissing you so sweetly but a tad rough as he lowers down on you, lying below as Kokonoi closed in upon you.

"Y/N, did I forget to mention that you're the most precious jewel I could ever have?~" Kokonoi smirks, that same smirk, still having you in shambles. As he slowly licks your neck. "Had a tough day at work~ Might if you.. wanna cool me off?~" Kokonoi glares, his eyes admiring every aspect of your body, knowing that no matter what, you look beautiful and amazing. "You're mine Y/N~ My jewel~ And I'm so glad I get to claim you~" Kokonoi chuckles as he makes his move.

Kokonoi's cock knew how to slide into the right places, as soon as he inserted it in your gummy walls, immediately it worked your way up to a loud moan, followed by a grunt coming from Kokonoi. You were gripping onto him hard with your walls, squeezing every aspect of his cock. "So good for me Y/N~ And so tight, I'm sure I'm going to fuck you extra hard today~" Kokonoi smirks.

As Kokonoi held your legs, he began to kiss your thigh while eyeing you in the slightest, like a tiger devouring its prey. After that he smirks as you clench, making him grunt loudly. "You're so fucking good!~ You feel so fucking amazing~" Kokonoi mutters as he praises you for being his. He began to thrust. "Gah!~" Kokonoi screams out, you were so tight and your walls were squeezing him mercilessly.

Kokonoi thrusts again, now going at a continuous slow pace, gripping your waist as your legs laid atop his strong shoulders. His cock sending you to heavy amounts of euphoria as your fucked out face tells Kokonoi everything he needs to know about fucking you real good. "Fuck!~ Y/N~ So fucking good for me~" Kokonoi chuckles as he groans. His cock is being squeezed within each thrust, and he pounds harder and harder.

Kokonoi reaches in for a monstrous kiss, smirking as his thrusts become more faster and the groans spill out of his lips as your moans kept spilling. His cock is immersed in your hole, being swallowed up and pounded back and forth as Kokonoi kept thrusting and thrusting hard deep inside of you. This feeling is amazing, undoubtedly. Kokonoi is ramming every inch down inside of you, groaning and grunting.

"FUCK!~ Y/N!~ GAH!~" Kokonoi worships your body, as he thrusts faster and harder deep inside your hole, leaving you to scream otherworldly. Moaning deep into the pleasure that is to have your hole deeply fucked inside, making you feel things you never thought you could feel, and feeling the atmost best. Kokonoi just kept on thrusting, as he gets more sloppier and sloppier, his cock is way too deep inside you, being squeezed.

A band of moans and groans fill the room with lust and a burnt candle. The dimly-lit room followed by the sounds of Kokonoi’s sloppy fast thrusts were enough to send you into a fall from grace. Enough to send you to the moon if you could. “Y/N!!~ FUCK GAH!~ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!~” Kokonoi yelled, his climax is near. You squeezed hard on Kokonoi as his thrusts come to an intense breakthrough, faster and faster his cock goes inside your tight, merciless hole.

“GAHHHHH!!~” Kokonoi groaned out, streams of his cum was pouring out deep inside of you, as you start to moan his name even more, filling up your favorite spot. Kokonoi smiled, he never knew you could take it so good. So obedient. He really did praise you well, he treated you well, he comforted you well, and most importantly, he made you feel the best.

“I love you so much Y/N~” Kokonoi smirks as he cuddles next to you. “I’m ready for a Round 2~ Get ready Y/N~” Kokonoi chuckled, leaving your legs the anticipation of them breaking off as soon as you step into the ground.

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