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shotmrmiller · 4 months
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A familiar face pays you a visit a few days after you wake up next to a living Simon Riley.
"Captain MacTavish. You are much younger now than when I last saw you."
His crystal blue eyes widen when he realizes what you've said.
"Captain? That's what I am in yer time?" he asks, his disbelief apparent. "Did I also have a wife?"
Before you can answer him, Simon Ghost storms into the room and locks eyes with MacTavish, whose spine has gone stiff, expecting a reprimand.
"Get out, Sergeant. You're not to be in here again, understood?" his tone is austere.
"Aye, sir." MacTavish mouths an apology your way, and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you alone with the man who wears the face of your husband.
"You," he pivots on his heels to look at you, his eyes dark, swirling with fury, "are to talk to no one here. As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy. Why the Captain hasn't locked you up in a cage is beyond me."
As you feel that unmistakable feeling of your throat tightening, your eyes well up with tears, causing your vision to blur. Your Simon would never look at you like that— never speak to you like this.
Understanding that this isn't a discussion, you turn away, clenching your jaw to suppress the overwhelming urge to sob. There is a sharp ache in your chest, a poignant sting that relentlessly pierces your heart.
But a harsh grip on your chin jerks your attention back to Ghost so abruptly your neck pops, and growls, "Don't turn your back to me, bint. I'm not done talkin'."
Meeting his gaze, your eyes betray you as tears overflow, tracing a path of glistening sorrow down your face.
"Now I see why you haven't married in this life," you choke out. "You're a bitter, foul shell of a man with no sympathy."
Angrily wiping your cheeks and grabbing at his thick wrist, you lurch it away from you.
You grab at the dog tags that have been hidden under your shirt. "I have been nothing but miserable since I met you. I loved my husband with everything I had and so painfully wished I had been buried with him."
A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you remark, "You may share his body, but you are nothing like him."
"I don't know how anyone could ever grow to love you."
The room is quiet, except for your shaky breathing and occasional sniffle. Ghost remains stock-still in front of you, unblinking. He slowly rises to full height and silently walks out of the room.
You lift the dog tags to press a kiss onto them with a trembling hand, and your thumb runs over the engraved 'Simon "Ghost" Riley' on it.
What have you done?
it's gotta get worse before it gets better :( sorry!
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bleuu-moon · 10 days
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What about lieutenant price and captain price switching bodies through the night. and you, who goes to sleep next to a fresh faced, clean shaven twenty something year old, but then wakes up to the widened unfamiliar eyes of a mid 40’s, gruff, bulk of a man who looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks
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I present to you: Video Game German Soap Opera
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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months
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grim reaper stone x guard!dog reader..........
It's very rare that people decide they want to disrespect him, but it happens. And before Grim Reaper!Stone could tell them off himself, Guard Dog!Reader interjected, telling them off for him.
Grim Reaper!Stone would be so confused because usually everyone is wary of him. Before you, no one defended him. They all thought he didn't need protection and he kind of didn't, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate it.
Honestly, with the way he grew up, being protected by someone isn't something he knows. He always thought no one would protect him, no one wanted to protect him. He just thought protection and love was out of his reach, something he was only meant to see others get.
But you defend him constantly, throwing verbal assaults on those who decide to try and pick on him for being a mindless soldier, sometimes even fighting them. You're in his corner, willing to have his back, and that means a lot considering he's very paranoid.
Knowing that you want to protect him makes him want to melt.
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deadunderorbit · 1 year
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Roar - Christmas Kids
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neoarchipelago · 1 year
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I just read all of of Ghost's comics. All the backstory. And this man... Needs more than a hug. He doesn't exist here but somewhere in the multiverse, I'm cuddling this man and telling him he did so good, and I'm proud of him. That he's a good man and he didn't deserve any of it.
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Just so y'all know I'm falling deeper in my obsession with this character. So.. yep.
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dxrknessembr8ced · 1 year
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【Lei - Lei】
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widowswineapologist · 5 months
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yeah cod zombies x reader is really fun until you have to become an amateur cryptologist and listen to hours of radios/audio reels from your cryptic ass boyfriend talking about some shit you don't understand and you can't just go and ask him about it because he has no clue what you're talking about either
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oyeone89 · 2 years
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The Scarlet Witch vs Samantha Maxis 
Harbinger of Chaos vs The Little Lost Girl
Recently commissioned https://twitter.com/cookiekurimu on Twitter for this amazing art piece! It’s not usually what I post but it came out so good that I just had to post this here, hope ya’ll enjoy! 
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shotmrmiller · 4 months
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Multiverse part 3
You sat in a small room on a padded chair, with equipment set up around your arm, chest, and fingertips. A polygraph test. That's what you were being forced to take. And to your chagrin, Ghost is in the room with you and Captain Price.
"Try to relax, yeah?" Price commented. He must've noticed your restless leg.
"I'll do that, shall I? I've done nothing wrong, other than exist and I'm being interrogated. Because that's what this is— an interrogation." You finally turn your attention from Ghost to look at Price, who's sitting at the desk by your side. "Tell me, Captain. Did you get this same treatment when you came back after spending all that time locked up in the gulag?"
His dark eyebrows furrow in confusion. A sigh escapes your bitten lips. That's only in your...world, for lack of a better term. Dimension? Universe?
"I haven't been to the gulag here." Yeah, obviously.
With an impatient wave of the hand that doesn't have cables strapped to it, you mutter, "Let's get on with this circus act, then. Ask your questions."
Ghost steps forward, his arms unfolding as if he's about to speak to you, but Price swiftly intervenes, halting him with a raised hand.
"Alright then. Baseline questions first. Name." Ghost gives away nothing when you say your last name is Riley.
It goes like this for a few, then he switches to the control questions, until finally moving on to the relevant ones.
"How did you get here?" I don't know.
"Do you know why you're here?" No.
He pulls up a photograph. "Recognize him?" Captain MacTavish.
Another photo. "Him?" I don't know.
"What do you mean by that?" If that's Roach, I've never seen his face unmasked.
"You're sure you don't know him?" Unless that man's name is Gary Sanderson, no. I do not know him.
Price acknowledges your response with a nod, then shifts his gaze towards Ghost, whose head slightly tilts forward. Returning his attention to you, he retrieves a final photograph. "What about him?"
As you look at the picture, your eyes begin to well with tears, lip trembling violently. A new fracture reverberated through your tender heart, intensifying the ache in your chest. Yes.
"Who is he?" Price softly asks.
"That's my Simon," your voice broke on the last syllable. It was hard to not use a possessive adjective when the face of your husband was in that picture.
Blinking the tears away, you clear your throat. "Anything else, Captain?"
Price purses his lips under his hefty facial hair and responds, "Just a few more questions."
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Once finished, you sat unabashedly staring at Ghost in the tiny room. "I wear Roach's tags alongside yours, in honor. He was with you until the very end, and for that, I couldn't be more grateful."
Ghost is completely silent, but you continue talking anyway. "I've been married to you since a bit after you came home on leave that one time. You know the one."
His eyes are emotionless, blank, as he stares at you. But you know him like the back of your hand. You've got his full attention.
"I accompanied you to your brother's wedding. He married a woman, Beth. She was good for him. They had a baby, your nephew, named Joseph. The love you had for him was one of a kind. I had told you later that evening that I dreamed of the day you'd look at our children like that."
With a shuddery breath, you tell him how none of those matters. Because your husband is dead, and you're stuck here. With his counterpart that hates you.
With a hushed click, the door closes shut behind him as he leaves, yet its resounding noise fills the compact room you're in.
You begin to fidget with the sizeable ring that hangs on a thin necklace beneath your shirt— the metal is warm under your touch as if it had never gone cold in the first place.
As if Simon had never taken it off his finger to go find Makarov.
ah theyre short but hurt. much pain.
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pvachypessa · 3 months
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Yup, you are reading this right, this is a follow forever in FEBRUARY. But never is too late to show my love and appreciation for you all! I have been roleplaying Peach for almost 7 years now as I am writting this post. She has been always my favorite muse to write and she will always be!
Now, this is my eternal thanks for all the friends that I have made during the years, sure, some have gone and other new have come but I love you all to bits! But this thanks doesn't stay only in this blog as it goes to my other two blogs
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Tech Talk Masterlist
As promised, I have amalgamated a collection of infodumps. Enjoy!
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Technology
User Interfaces
Hyperdrives and Hyperspace
Phishing
Kaleidescopes (S2 Spoilers)
Flux and Metallurgy
Physics
The Physics of Ocean Waves
Movement of Objects Due to Pressure Changes (S2 Spoilers)
Quantum Field Theory
Multiverse Theory
Botany and Zoology
Botanical Gardens
Honey Bees
Nuna
Cod
Maths
Empirical Rule
Logarithms in Nature
Decision Trees in Probability
Dividing by 0
Fractional estimates for π
Sequences
Sample Size
Exponential Growth
History
Serenno (S2 Spoilers)
Kamino
Etymology of the term 'plebe'
The Holonet
Plato's Theory of the Forms
Space
Cinematic depictions of the vacuum of space
De Marian's Nebula
Forces of Flight
LAAT
Miscellaneous
The Force
Code Cylinders
Vitamin U
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bluekat12345 · 26 days
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He's my son, not yours! Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
Another shoutout to @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal. Hope you all enjoy! Sorry again for taking so long. Life is busy.
"Chief, are you unwell?" Chase asked, pulling Charlie from his thoughts.
"Huh? What was that, Chase?" Charlie asked.
"Sir, you have been acting unusual all day." Chase commented. "Are you feeling unwell?"
Charlie gave a weak smile at his partner. "No, I promise. Just have a lot on my mind."
"Well, we have finished our nightly patrol." Chase announced as they drove to the Firehouse.
"Already?" Chief asked. "Time flew by fast." Once they were inside the Firehouse, he got out of the driver's seat. "Think I'm gonna call it a night. See you in the morning, partner."
"Have a pleasant rest, Chief Burns." Chase said as he transformers and went to the base.
Once he was away from the police-bot, Charlie allowed himself to stop smiling. Since the incident this afternoon, he's been in a negative mood. He knew he was being ridiculous, but what that woman said had gotten him.
While being called 'grandpa' was a hit to his ego, (he knew he wasn't a young man, but he wouldn't consider himself that old.) It was wait she said about Captain Rogers and Cody that really got under his skin. And seeing Captain Rogers with Cody and Cody practically showing his adoration for the war hero for the whole world to see only added salt to that wound.
And Tony's words kept echoing faintly in his head. "If you're not careful, Cap could take your place as Cody's dad."
He just wanted to go to his bed and try to forget about this afternoon. Hopeful a good sleep would help him realize how stupid this entire thing was. But as he got closer to the kitchen, he overheard Dani speak.
"And then that hag called dad 'grandpa'!" He heard her say. He felt a knot form his stomach.
"Does she have to tell everyone about that?" He thought. He knew she meant no harm, but it still made him uncomfortable.
"Who does that lady think she is?!" Kade asked, sounding outraged.
"That's how I felt!" Dani exclaimed. Then Charlie heard her take a deep breath, then she spoke in a calmer tone. "Though we did see Captain America again. He was waiting with Cody, the lady thought he was Cody's dad."
"Well, I guess that kind of makes sense why she would think Captain Rogers was Cody's dad." He heard Graham comment.
Then Kade spoke up. "Yeah, I'm their both blonds, they dress alike, at least when Captain America isn't wearing his costume."
"And they do have a lot in common, when you think about it." Charlie heard Graham add. "They both have that boy-scout attitude, they're both rather old-fashioned, and even have some of the same interests."
Chief stood still as the knot in his stomach seemed to grow and expand to his whole body. "Even my own kids think Captain America could be more like a father to Cody than me?" He felt his blood burn a bit.
Not wanting to hear anymore, he marched into the kitchen, startling the three.
"Dad! Hey, uh, welcome back." Dani awkwardly. "How was-"
"Have any of you seen Cody?" Chief Burns asked, sounding rather snappy. "I need to talk to him."
"He's the bots." Kade replied.
"Thanks." He replied, curtly. "I'm gonna see him and then I'm gonna call it a night." Then he walked away, not giving his three older kids a chance to say anymore.
"Has he been that moody all day?" Kade asked.
"Cut him slack, Kade." Dani scolded. "I just told you what happened."
"Yeah, just didn't think he'd still be upset about it." Kade declared.
Graham frowned. "This isn't just because of the 'grandpa' thing, is it?"
Dani frowned. "He hasn't officially said anything, but I figure Captain Rogers being confused as Cody's dad got to him more than the grandpa thing."
"What makes you think that?" Graham asked. "He's never seemed to mind Captain Rogers behaving like that towards Cody before."
"And its not like Captain Rogers is trying to replace Dad." Kade added.
Then Dani said. "Still, I think Dad might be a bit jealous. Or at least thinks Cody would rather have Captain Rogers as a dad instead of him."
"That ridiculous." Kade declared. "Cody would never do that. He loves Dad, he's his hero."
"What did Cody say about this?" Graham asked. "He wouldn't let Dad feel like that."
"I didn't tell him." Dani admitted. "I didn't want him to feel bad and things were already tense, I didn't want to risk making it worse. Hopefully, when Dad goes to see him, he'll be able to make him feel better, even if he doesn't understand why Dad's upset."
"Yeah, like Kade said, Dad is Cody's hero." Graham said. "He wouldn't want anyone else as a father, not even a superhero."
"I shouldn't have snapped at them like that." Charlie thought as he went to the Rescue Bots' base.
He knew his kids meant no harm with what they were saying, he just didn't need to hear them so all that, especially after today. And why did Dani have to tell Kade and Graham about all that in the first place? And couldn't they at least pretend that they didn't think Captain America had more in common with his son than he, Cody's actual father, does?
"They could've at least not said it out loud." He thought bitterly.
Then he shook his head, trying to will away those thoughts. "That's not what they said." He tried to tell himself that, but the more he said it in his head, the less he believed it.
"I just need to talk to Cody." He decided. "A quick chat with him will clear all this up."
When he finally arrived at the base, he was about to ask where Cody was. But then he overheard another conversation.
"And then Captain Rogers said he'd take for a ride on his motorcycle sometime." He heard Cody announce. "I hope Dad lets me. Since Captain Rogers let me help work on it, I wanna see what it feels like to actually ride it.
"Of course, Cody's talking about him." Charlie thought in frustration. "It seems to be all he ever talks about since he met the man."
"I still do not understand your admiration for Captain Rogers." He heard Chase declare. "I understand he is a respected soldier, but I thought the law does not approve of vigilante justice."
"Well, he works for the government, at least part of it." Cody replied. "So I guess that makes it okay for them and the rest of the Avengers."
Then he heard Chase hear. "Well, they could at least give them proper identifications as government associates or uniforms."
Then Cody chuckled. "What's wrong with their hero outfits? Their cool. Especially Captain America's! And that shield? So noble!"
"You seem to really like Captain America." Boulder noticed.
"Of course, I do." Cody announced with confidence. "Captain America is my hero!"
Charlie felt something inside him shatter at Cody's declaration. Hearing his son call someone else his hero shouldn't hurt so much, but it did. It felt like someone took glass shards and pierced them directly into his heart. He felt his eyes water up a bit, but refused to cry.
Not wanting to hear anymore, he charged out of the base, and decided to just go straight to his room. He didn't have the strength to deal with this anymore.
"I thought Chief was your hero." Blade asked in a worried tone.
"He is." Cody assured. "But Captain America is my hero, too. They're both my heroes, but Dad will always be my number one hero."
Boulder smiled at Cody. "That's sweet. Oh, did you show him the plate you made for him?"
"Not yet." Cody replied with a small frown. "I've been trying to, but something seems to happen and he doesn't have time to."
Then Chase spoke up. "I have noticed him behaving rather oddly today. He seemed to be rather unfocused today, a bit lethargic, and
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Chief is made of tough stuff." Heatwave commented. "I'm sure after a good night's sleep, he'll be in a better mood, and you'll get a chance to show him his gift in the morning."
Cody smiled. "You're right! I can show him the plate during breakfast. Maybe he can even use it then."
Once he was in his room and out of his uniform, Charlie gracelessly plopped onto his bed and let out a depressed sigh.
"Of course, Cody would want Captain America for a Dad instead of me." He miserably thought.
You'd have to be absolutely crazy not to want to have a superhero for a father. Captain America was part of the Avengers, one of the biggest superhero teams known. And the man was a war hero! Even if he wasn't a superhero, he still was respected military man that could still be considered amazing.
But it wasn't just that. As much as he hated to admit it, but the more he thought about, the more he had to admit that they did have more in common than he and Cody did. They were both blond, for Pete's sake!
But what made him feel worse, was that if he wanted, Captain Rogers really could take his place as Cody's father if he wanted. As mentioned before, he and Cody had so much in common, much more than he himself had with Cody. So, Cody probably thought it would be easier to talk to Captain Rogers since they had so much in common.
And the biggest thing was that Captain Rogers was younger than him. Chronologically, he was old, but biologically, Captain Rogers was a young man. No wonder that woman thought he was Cody father's, since he was closer to the expected age of a father to a ten-year-old than Charlie was.
And with youth, came energy. Having three grown kids already, as well having been chief of police in Griffin Rock for so long, had worn him out, and while he tried, he admit he didn't always have the time or energy to give Cody the attention he needs and deserves. Cody had always been brave and mature about it, but Charlie could tell it affected him more than Cody dared to admit, not wanting to upset his family.
With Captain Rogers, he still had the energy of a young man, he had the energy to keep up with Cody. And since coming to Griffin Rock, while he was here for a mission, he still managed to make time for Cody, being able to give him plenty of attention, more in the short time here than Charlie had given him his entire life.
As he continued to dwell on these thoughts, the more depressed he seemed to get. In the last desperate attempt to get his mind off all of this, he decided to finally go to sleep. Hoping sleep would allow him to finally relax and recover from all of this.
But sleep never seemed to come to him that night. But those unwanted thoughts and feelings seemed to linger the entire night.
I think this is the biggest thing I've written in a long time. This is a series of misunderstandings, miscommunication, and insecurity on Charlie's part. And not the end of it either...
If any of you have questions or comments, feel free to speak up!
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Show Me What I've Been Missing
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Content: Smut, Male Reader (cis), Praise Kink, Slight Degradation (if you squint really hard), Protected Sex, Gentle Sex, First time (for Grim Reaper!Stone), Top!Reader, Bottom!Grim Reaper!Stone, Dumbification Kink.
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Grim Reaper was known for being stand-offish with others. He was highly paranoid from his years of being trained by his father to be the perfect weapon for the Marine Corps, so paranoid of his own fellow soldiers that he didn't let anyway walk behind him if he could help it. He pushed everyone away.
Except for you.
You didn't flinch away from his intense blank stare, you didn't shy away from reaching out to touch him. You soothed his paranoia by eating the first bite of any food, uncaring about how you had to take a bite of every single thing on the plate so he knew nothing was poisoned/drugged.
You took the time to gently tear down all of his walls, show him he wasn't just a weapon. With your help, he learned to live for himself, learned all of the things he liked. He found out his favorite color, his favorite food, his favorite dessert, his favorite flower.
And so he started dating you, falling in love with you as a person. You were such a kind-hearted man, one Grim Reaper was unsure he deserved, but you wanted him. And he wanted you too.
It was how he found himself completely naked in your bed as he laid on his back, watching you rummage around in your nightstand drawer for a bottle of lube and an unexpired condom. His scarred torso was on display, everything about him was on display.
Including a cute little (it wasn't really little, but you had seen the way he had preened when you called it little) cock, one that was twitching as the cold breeze of the air conditioning hit his exposed body. But he was patient, unmoving as he waited for you.
"You're such a good boy," you said, unable to stop the praise. You got out the lube and condom finally, settling back on the bed. "Waiting for me so patiently, even though I took a while to grab the things we need."
Grim Reaper's response to your praise was so intoxicating, his breath hitching and his body shuddering in pleasure subtly.
"I don't mind waiting for you," he murmured in response. His eyes fluttered as your thumb gently brushed against his cheek. "Besides, I figure this isn't something that's meant to be rushed."
You hummed in response, nodding. "You're right, it's not truly meant to be rushed. It's your first time and I promise you that I'm going to try and make this as painless as I can," you replied, shifting to settle yourself in between his spread legs.
He was so much larger than you at six-foot-eight, but he was so vulnerable in this moment. So willing to let you lead, let you give him the pleasure he has been missing out on for years.
You poured the lube on your fingers and teased his entrance with one finger, spreading the lube around. You softly cooed at him when he winced at how cold the lube was, but his mind was quickly taken off the coldness when you gently pushed your finger past the rim of his hole.
Grim Reaper was so tight, having never even dated before you. He was a virgin, giving you something that warmed your heart. He had never trusted anyone before he trusted you, and you intended to prove that his judgement of you was right.
"Shh, baby. Relax." You gently coaxed him into relaxing as your entire finger was engulfed by his tight entrance. "There you go, it's okay."
When he was relaxed enough, you started twisting your finger and thrusting it in and out of him, getting him used to the feeling. A few minutes passed and when you felt he was ready, you slipped a second finger inside him and started stretching him for your cock.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, tilting his head back. He cried out in pleasure, his hands gripping the bedsheet beneath him.
You smiled, leaning down to kiss him slowly and sensually. "That feel good, baby?" you asked, your words a whisper against his lips. "You're doing so good for me."
Stretching him out took more time than it would if you were having sex with someone more experienced, but you didn't mind. You wanted this to be pleasurable for him, not painful. So you took as long as you needed until you felt like you both couldn't wait anymore.
When that time came, you withdrew your fingers and gently silenced his whine of protest by pressing a soft kiss against his lips. You opened the condom package carefully, rolling the condom onto your cock and lubing it up.
"Remember to relax, baby," you told Grim Reaper before positioning yourself at his entrance. You slowly pushed inside, hissing at how tight he was.
You managed not to come prematurely and you bottomed out inside him. You instantly stilled, your hands reaching up to gently massage his chest to help with the slight discomfort he must've been feeling. You did everything you could to soothe it; kissing his lips, kissing his shoulders.
"Good boy," you murmured, over and over again. "You're doing so good for me. You tell me when to move, but take your time. We have all night, don't you worry. We'll take this at your pace."
It took him a few minutes before he told you to move and when you did, you pulled out of him slowly before pushing back inside just as slowly. Your first few thrusts were slow, until you were sure he was used to your cock.
You soon set a steady rhythm, grunting with every movement. His hole was squeezing your cock, so greedy for his first time. His whines of pleasure were music to your ears, no one ever having heard them before.
It was a miracle he was even making noises of pleasure, Grim Reaper usually being quiet, but he was falling apart as you pounded him.
"Harder," he begged so sweetly, his brown eyes glazing over from the pleasure. His back arched off the bed slightly when your cock hit a very pleasurable spot. "Yes, right there!"
You didn't hesitate to speed up and increase your intensity of your thrusts, enjoying the way he was starting to drool.
"Such a good boy, falling apart on my cock like this. Arch your back for me, baby." You purred in approval when he did so. "Yes, just like that. You're doing so well."
Your cock kept hitting all the right spots, making him see stars as his orgasm was starting to build and build. Your own orgasm was nearing, your balls tightening. You only increased your efforts to send him over the edge, relishing in the way he kept moaning your name over and over again.
"You're going to cum for me, my good boy?" you asked Grim Reaper, one of your hands reaching down to stroke his leaking cock. "Hm? You going to fall apart in my arms?"
Grim Reaper could barley form a coherent sentence, merely moaning and nodding eagerly. His legs were shaking tremendously now, so close to reaching that peak.
When he came, his moan was so loud it bounced off the walls. His hole clenched impossibly tight around your cock, his own cock spurting come into your hand as you stroked him through his orgasm.
His undoing was your undoing, your thrusts getting out of rhythm as you came into the condom. You relished the sight of him completely fucked-out, your own high of pleasure receding.
You both were so tired that you only had enough energy to clean your hand and throw the used condom when you pulled out of him. Both of you got beneath the blankets, Grim Reaper curling up in your arms and being the little spoon despite being taller. He looked so peaceful, passed out as soon as he was in your arms.
With such a cute sight, it was no wonder that you fell asleep soon after too.
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eilidh-eternal · 3 months
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@glossysoap tagged me in WIP Wednesday so here is the preface to my first long form fic that @gemmahale has been an amazing source of inspiration and encouragement for🖤 I shared a few snippets in the ask game yesterday so I think it’s time I officially introduce it
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Fistful of My Soul (This Is a Love Story)
A CoD Multiverse/Timeline Convergence AU
Somewhere at the unfathomable edge of the universe, a weaver sits before a loom, warp strung between the long arms of spiral galaxies, piecing together the stories of its inhabitants—and they’ve made a mistake. A miscalculation. A celestial oversight in the weaving of the temporal tapestry.
They’ve left your thread loose; allowed the ends to split and fray.
And while the weaver of fates toils with the snarled, messy fray, picking and pulling at weft and loose ends, a lyrist plucks at the warp. Thrums a discordant melody that echoes in the spaces between stars.
Your whole life you’ve felt the echo of it, ringing hollow in your chest. A note gone flat. Out of tune with the rest of the world.
A heart made of stardust, trying and failing to synchronize—to find its tempo—with the constellations singing in the night sky. Chasing the vestiges of a devastating harmony, one that can only be found in novae, and whose chords have long since been silenced by time and space and the immeasurable distance between a failing heart and the edge of the universe.
You’re chasing a feeling, or maybe a feeling is chasing you. Some ancient song, a distant droning, beckons from an unknown land. It hums, rattles in the calcified acoustic shell between your ears, and the threads that bind you tremble with a frenetic urgency; a lingering paresthesia of the soul.
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nocturnebby · 1 year
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I SHIT YOU THE FUCK NOT I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHYS ABOUT JEOLS LATWST VIDEO ITS THREE FUCKING AM AND YOURE ABOUT TO SUFFER
more like a single theory
spoilers ahead
so Joel supposedly found a lore pool which he built. that's going into the e2 joel is aware of the multiverse and can switch between them using lore
then the king of mezalea isn't fucking dead I'm so happy
by the looks of it he either built his empire up again running OR e2 Joel travelled back to before the split
anyway mezalean joel recognizing Jimmy i never knew i needed that actually but I'm cured of all my mental illnesses
I think mezalean joel criticizing tumble town was like so funny tho he would fucking do that and nobody can stop him
so Jimmy canonically doesn't know the cod king BUT is aware of tango so by maths double life took place nearly a thousand years after last life. don't correct me if I'm wrong
and I'm forcing myself to end here but e2 Joel upon returning knows full well what je did and inflicted and is a smug bastard about it.
tldr: e1 Joel's not dead but clueless af about the swap and e2 Joel knows what he's doing and wants to see the world burn
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