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indigosunsetao3 · 2 months
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Naptime
I had a rough night of sleep last night so I took a much needed nap. Then these ideas came to me whilst trying to get to sleep this afternoon.
Everyone loves a good nap. How do the COD men use that time?
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Some are NSFW. Perspective is a female reader.
Alex
"I didn't sleep well either, we've got a few hours."
Drags you off the couch because why waste the option of a big comfy bed? Quick about removing his clothes down to his boxers and climbs into bed while you're still working on removing your sweatshirt. When you're ready he slides over to the cold spot of the bed to give you the one he's already warmed before scooting to lay his head on your stomach. He pushes your shirt up so he can rest his cheek on your bare skin then twists his head this way and that for a bit asking silently for head scratches until you finally relent.
Time passes and your head scratches grow weaker as you doze off but sleep just won't claim you, lingering just outside of your reach. With a huff you gently move to peel Alex off you thinking he's asleep but he tilts his head up to watch you, blinking a few times
"Still awake?" He hums a bit, his eyes heavy with the almost sleep before he rolls over you, wending his way between your legs. "What can I do for you?" He has his arms resting on either side of you, one hand moving to brush some hair off your forehead.
Despite him not pressing the matter you can feel him digging gently into your thigh and and you raise your hips to his gently for a moment causing him to chuckle.
"I mean that is one way to wear yourself out. Oxytocin is good for sleep," he grins as you roll your eyes at his need to show off his random knowledge. You move again and reach for his boxers, your fingers making quick work of them as he helps you out of your own underwear.
Alex is unhurried and tender as he takes you, his body tired but no less attentive. His hands slide up under the t-shirt your wore to bed to expose your chest because he prefers the feeling of skin to skin. After some luxuriously slow and long thrusts that feel like they hit every nerve he gently pulls your legs around his waist to help push him deeper as he kisses at your neck and shoulder. He's slowly drawing out an orgasm as he grinds down on you, the pleasurable friction his body is creating on your core is enough to push you over that edge as he kisses you deeply, capturing your moans in his mouth. He finishes not long behind, letting your body work him over as he rests his forehead on yours to watch your face as you come back down with him.
Ten minutes later you're out. Curled up on his chest as his hand makes long sweeps up and down your arm to keep you lulled to sleep before he eventually follows.
Gaz
"I'm always up for a cuddle."
Helps you out of your clothes because, no, you will not be sleeping in his bed in pants. Gives your bottom a playful swat before he all but tosses you into the bed, which has so many pillows its almost obnoxious. Almost.
His bed is luxurious, soft down pillows with a thick comforter and a pillowtop mattress pad that you sink into. He takes his sleep very seriously because when he's deployed he's lucky if he finds a soft patch of dirt to lay in or he's fighting with Soap for the back bench seat of the truck. The fight usually ends up with them sharing it laying in an awkward feet to head position and half sitting up leaned against windows.
Pulls you tight against him, your back to his chest, as he weaves his legs between yours and slides his hand up your chest so his palm is splayed across your breastbone. He buries his face in your hair breathing in your scent before noticing you haven't fully relaxed yet.
"Breathe with me, yeah?" He presses his hand a bit firmer against your chest so you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, slow and relaxed. He can feel your heartbeat start to slow and eventually notices how you've relaxed in his grip as you've fallen asleep.
He doesn't move from his position, used to having to stay perfectly still when he's out in the field doing sniper work for hours. That's fine with him though, he enjoys sitting in the silence listening to you breathe and the little mumblings you utter while asleep.
Ghost
"I'm not tired love, but feel free to go nap in my bed."
He's sitting on the couch reading a book, one ankle propped on his knee as he leans against the arm of the couch. When you don't move from standing there staring at him with your arms crossed he glances up once he finishes his current paragraph. Lowering the book down into his lap he stares right back in silence, not giving into your attempt to guilt him to bed with you.
Without a word he reaches his arm across the couch and grabs a pillow, pulling it to his side and patting it into place. He then goes back to reading his book, a silent invitation for you to curl up next to him on the couch. That's the most you're going to get out of him.
He is a next level snuggler at night but when he's not tired he's not going to waste his time laying in bed. Laying in bed without being sleepy means his mind can run and if his mind runs it goes to those dark places he fights so hard to keep locked up.
You decide this is better than sleeping alone so you curl up on the couch next to him, grinning a bit to yourself as he pulls the blanket off the back cushions to cover you. He never takes his eyes from his book as he flips the blanket open and settles it over you, tucking it up under your chin.
Once you are settled he gently plays with your hair as he reads, twisting the locks around his fingers absently. It helps settle you into sleep, one of your hands sliding up to rest on his thigh before you slip under.
When you wake sometime later you tilt your head up to find Ghost has rested his still open book on his chest and has fallen asleep leaned back into the cushions. His hand, that has enveloped yours gently, twitches with his sleep. 'Not tired' your ass.
Price
"I really need to finish this paperwork. Don't look at me like that."
You sigh at him as you stand in the doorway to his office. You were both up late the night before and you can see the bags under his eyes but he's stubborn. He has paperwork that he's been putting off to spend time with you but now it's piled up, literally, on the side of his desk.
Knowing defeat when it looks you in the face you head back to the bedroom and crawl into the huge king sized bed alone. Grabbing your body pillow you curl around it, throwing one bare leg over it so you can grip it tightly. The white noise machine of ocean waves rocks you to sleep.
Feeling guilty Price zips through all the items he can knock out quickly, his finished pile finally growing larger than his incomplete. When he looks at the clock and two hours have passed he leaves the office to see if you're up yet but the house is silent. Making his way back to the bedroom he pauses in the doorway looking at you, biting back a small groan at the sight.
The only item of clothing you had worn to bed was a pair of lace underwear, his favorite. You had done it on purpose because you knew at some point he'd come to check on you. You knew how he liked to look at you when you slept, what it did to him to when he got to wake you up with his hands all over you. In your sleep you had thrown off the covers and your bare skin was on full display wrapped around the pillow.
"Laswell is going to have my head," Price grounds out as he crosses the room and takes a seat on the bed. His hand gently runs down your spine to come to rest on the hem of your panties. Flicking his eyes to your face for a brief second he lets his hand slip under the material to find the heat of your center and he dares to slip a calloused finger into your folds. "Fucking hell," he mutters feeling the slickness there. Not stopping he finds your clit and starts working the wetness over it, gently coaxing you out of your sleep with little whines and moans.
"You win," he mutters into your ear with a grin as he slides the lace off your legs, rolling you over into your back while you're still half asleep and spreading you wide for him to look at what he's touching. "You can help me with my paperwork afterwards."
Soap
"Sore already? We barely did anything at the gym."
His words were a tease as your cut him a glare after groaning and wincing when you rose from the couch. He had you up at five that morning to go for a run then hit the gym for weights. You had mentioned to him in passing you wanted to get stronger and ever the one to want to help, Soap has been dragging you to the gym to train you.
Thanks to some insomnia the night before not only are you sore you are dead on your feet. With a yawn you tell Soap you're going to lay down for a bit and he all but jumps up from the couch to join you, tossing his notebook where had been doodling away onto the end table. He has a meeting with the team later and he was just going to push through but if you're napping then he's napping as well. Any excuse to get you into bed with him.
As you strip down he notices the wince as you remove your sweatshirt and frowns a bit. He was messing with you before but if you actually hurt maybe he did push you too hard.
"That bad lass?" He runs his hands over your shoulders and works his thumbs into your neck and shoulder eliciting an appreciative groan from you. "Go lay down," he offers with a jerk of his head, "I'll work out some of those knots." He disappears in the bathroom as you finish stripping down to your underwear before flopping down on the bed on your stomach.
He returns with some lotion and climbs on the bed behind you, pinning you down between his legs before he works the lotion in your back. It's cold at first and your shiver but he's quick about warming it, working his hands into the sore spots and kneading out the kinks. Every once in a while you let you a pleasurable moan which makes him chuckle and shift himself a bit to not let you feel what this sight and the sounds you are making are doing to him.
When his hands slide down your side you dare to arch your back just a little bit so you push your bottom up into him. You felt him the entire time no matter how subtle and polite he had tried to be.
"I thought you were tired, you little minx," Soap answers as his fingers grab your hips to pull you more soundly against him. When you wiggle a bit against him he huffs before bending over you to put his mouth to your ear. "Either you stop now, or you aren't getting that nap," he warns to which you smirk and stretch out your arms in front of you languidly like a cat, using your hands on the headboard to give you leverage to push back hard. "Suit yourself," he grins.
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the-scooby-gang · 1 year
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Skeptic Velma who treats science like iron clad rules that can't be broken, is extremely close-minded and doesn't believe in the supernatural: boring, overused, nothing new, not funny at all, girl you know that is NOT how science works Believer Velma who gets SO HYPED about the ghost haunting this bank that she barges in with a home made ghostbusters ghost vacuum backpack, has a little recorder where she makes her observations about what kind of creature this is; Is it a poltergeist? Is it a haunted object left behind in one of the safes acting up?? Is it a secret murder??? She doesn't know but she will damn well find out!!! She has sample tubes where she puts all that glowing goo that is all over the floor and a EMF meter attached to her waistband. Then she is later super disappointed that it was actually the manager trying to scare people away so he could steal from the coffers: New, innovative, would watch a whole show where she is like this, a true scientist spirit
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lemissingmask · 8 months
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I don’t know why, but I absolutely adore when any of the team hold Eliot back from violence with a simple gesture or by putting themselves in front of him. And Hardison is the first to do it, right in the pilot episode 😌 But they all get a turn, like Parker in the inside job and Sophie in the snow job, or Nate several times.
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budugu · 7 months
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Sometimes you just need to write a story where you love your next door neighbour since you were in highschool but he doesn't like you and you guys are enemies to everyone around you but he secretly loves you and adores you but he can't be with you because he has secrets SECRETS which no one knows and he can't tell anyone. One day you finally have enough of it and bury your love for him deep inside your heart. You're just done with the drama. You can't keep waiting for him to change his tune even after you have given him multiple clues on multiple occasions and have even made sure he knew about your feelings. It's time to move on and find your own happiness, right? So, you go out there, ready to mingle, and guess what? His sister, out of nowhere, becomes your bestie and love-life coach.Yup, you heard that right. She sets you up on dates, gives you pep talks, and basically becomes your partner in crime as you navigate the dating world. And weirdly, it's working. You're starting to feel good about yourself, getting over that unreciprocated love, and living life on your own terms. Meanwhile, your brooding neighbor, THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE is still dealing with his own mess. He's quietly watching you from the shadows, kicking himself for not giving you a chance and for not spilling his guts. There's a lot of pining because SECRETS . He sees you moving on, and it's like a wakeup call. He knows he needs to deal with his past and come clean, but he's not sure if you'll even be around by the time he sorts himself out.
Time keeps ticking, and you're out there, living your best life. Making new friends, going on dates, and basically rocking it. You're growing, changing, and this neighbor guy, he can't help but notice AND HIS FREAKING DAMN SISTER IS HELPING YOU OUT because the poor dear has no clue about either of your feelings.
There's hands that flex and Jaws that clench and eyes that glare !
But guess what? Fate's got some tricks up its sleeve. Secrets have a way of spilling out, and emotions have a way of getting real. Sooner or later, the truth's gonna hit the fan. SECRETS GOTTA COME OUT . PINING GOT TO STOP . TENSION NEEDS TO BE BROKEN RIGHT?
RIGHT ?
RIGHT ?
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odd-odds-and-oddities · 8 months
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Sapphic is such a beautiful word. It's perfectly descriptive without the baggage of others using it as a slur (if it has don't tell me, ignorance is bliss). It's perfectly inclusive. It's also great as it's a word that those who know will gravitate towards (for example looking for sapphic books) but those who don't won't instantly prejudge it and will just move on. It just sounds lovely phonetically, and immortalizes the name of a woman from a society which tended to demonize them. All in all I just think it's neat!
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bethanydelleman · 1 year
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As you read along in Mansfield Park, you, apparently like the Bertrams, almost start to feel like Fanny’s treatment is normal. This is just what people do when they informally adopt their poor nieces, right? Fanny seems content in her place, if only Mrs. Norris would be a little nicer. This is fine.
And then someone from the outside visits and reminds you how insane the whole set up actually seems to them.
Like Mrs. Rushworth, who invites Miss Price to see Sotherton and then is really confused when she can’t go. “Why not? She’s part of the family I want to confer favour upon her too,” thinks Mrs. Rushworth, somehow the voice of reason in this situation. Edmund must move mountains to have Fanny included.
And then we have Mary’s most sparkling moment, where Mrs. Norris openly berates Fanny for being ungrateful and Mary is like, “What the actual fuck did you just say to that poor girl?”
In an earlier chapter, Mary can’t even figure out if Fanny is in or out socially, not only because Fanny is so shy, but because her style of dress and pattern of going out doesn’t make any sense. Which yeah, everything done for Fanny is an afterthought even though you had a plan to bring Fanny out into the world, remember Sir Thomas?
When Henry Crawford is talking about marrying Fanny, he says he’s going to treat her so well that her whole family will be ashamed of themselves. Is this slightly problematic in itself because of the performative nature of his charity? Yes. Am I down for it? Also yes.
Or when Fanny is caught out in the rain and doesn’t want to impose on the Grants by asking for shelter. She’s so beaten down that Dr. Grant has to go out himself to convince her she’s worthy of not being soaked.
The way that Austen kind of numbs us to the abuse and then brings it back into our faces is terrible and magnificent.
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asha-mage · 9 months
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Here's a pride month flavor musing for you:
There's something to be said about the fact that even when works of period art are deliberately using a fun house mirror version of history so they can have more modern/progressive sensibilities for either race (Bridgerton) or feminism (Mrs Masiel) they still almost always maintain a period accurate attitude twords homosexuality and queerness.
It's almost like this weird tacit acknowledgement that though we can expect the audience to accept a desegregated British Aristocracy or a 1950s house wife doing stand-up comedy that speaks to modern feminist struggles, we can't expect an audience to accept gay people having happy fulfilling lives and relationships in the same way. Queerness still has this edge of enforced tragedy, secrecy, and shame to it. Of course Shy Baldwin is forced to marry a woman in order to keep his fame and to loose his best friend after nearly being outed. Of course Suzie's one romance is a tragic heartbreak that embittered her to love and left her "happy to be alone". Of course Reynolds and Brimsley must steal moments in secret and ultimately be separated- without even a passing explanation as to why their not together in the "later" timeline. Their is certainly no scene of them reuniting in the same way George and Charlotte get. Reynolds and Brimsley are queer, it's assumed they don't get to be happy and end up together, even as the show lauds the undying and unyielding love of a interracial Queen Charlotte and King George.
I know that it's just a reflection of where our society is and yet....I can't help but wish it was different. I love all these big budget glossy period pieces that look back at our history and ask "what if it had been different? What if we had been kinder and more accepting and less hateful?" and I genuinely do believe that is a question worth asking. I just think it's a question worth asking for everyone.
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br34kfastbar · 2 years
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FFXIV is still probably my favorite mmo game, but I can't help but feel the setting is a bit odd at times, mainly the Garlean Empire
"Oh look a fairly normal vaguely renaissance fantasy setting, it's actually quite vibrant and unique" and then you look over and the Roman legion is building Metal Gear
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jade-lop · 1 month
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I am going to miss King-Ohger.
Jeremy’s narration at the end really hit the spot.
I wished people who heard it could apply it to their everyday life and reduced the numbers of suffering in this world.
Tokusatsu was often leaned more toward idealistic worldview, but considering how rotten the world had become, having a little corner where you could feel safe and comfortable was important.
This show was my little bunker.
I never felt so sad about a show coming to an end.
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shinigami-mistress · 8 months
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Random Musing: Doll's existence as a Bizarre Doll is mirroring her former life. She was rescued/saved by someone who had ulterior motives that involved harming/killing children and will ultimately have to face off with a boy she has called Finnian.
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dhuup · 9 months
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All of my 11th 12th I've studied hard so that I can get a good college and move away and be independent and everything and now when I've gotten a good college and making packing lists and everything,i just don't want to go? At random moments my mind is like who'll do that for me now? My mom was giving me a back massage yesterday and I was like who's gonna do that for me now? Who'll cook for me or wait for me to get home or wake me up in the morning or iron and keep my clothes in the cupboard without asking or get the bank work done or remind me 1000 times to clean my room?i might not even live like tis with them again. As the days are passing I really feel like not moving out now.
Bhaiyyas and Didis please help.
@astrocatfizziks @pulihora @hell-lit011019 @nasamajh @phepde-xrayed @manicpixiess
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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months
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Well that makes sense now 🤭
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indigosunsetao3 · 3 months
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Kyle Garrick is a smoker. Especially after strenuous activities.
You reach for the cigarette Gaz is holding while laying in bed but he grabs your wrist to stop you.
“Don’t you know smoking is bad for you, love?”
You pout and try reaching again before he switches and grabs your jaw firmly. He presses his fingers into your cheeks to open your abused, pink, lips where he had nipped and sucked on them as he roughly pinned you down into the bed a few minutes before.
“Just a taste then.”
He smirks taking a long hit, letting the smoke furl in his lungs and mouth for a moment before leaning over and exhaling it into your partially open mouth. He’s slow with it, watching your eyes as he exhales. Once he’s satisfied he lets go of your cheeks to let your lips close and seals it with a rough kiss.
“You’ll have to earn it if you want more.”
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budugu · 11 months
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I just found out Y is also a vowel. My life is not the same anymore.
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dustinslovehandles · 6 months
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Alright, I have some theorizing to do (danhausen/orange cassidy related).
I think as a fandom we have identified the following;
Danhausen back soon
Danhausen is focused on Orange
Danhausen is displeased with Orange
Something -odd- is going on with Orange and the International Title Belt
I've been thinking a lot about that post Danhausen made after All In. The one where he's posting song lyrics over that picture of Orange covered in blood.
My resident Danhausen expert (@homoeroticgrappling) tells me that Danhausen posted song lyrics like this last time before he went Evilhausen so it seems likely we will see that side of him coming back.
But I keep thinking about the lyrics themselves. "What are you gonna do when it comes your turn to pay time's debt?" Clearly the idea of time is important here because Danhausen keeps posting clocks and stuff.
I don't know how to explain my theory beyond the above, but I do feel like it would make sense. Danhausen being part of a group with the Best Friends seemed random, and there were lots of people joking that the International Championship is cursed and draining Orange slowly the longer he had it. What if that isn't such a joke? Danhausen is a demon canonically, right? What if you made a deal with a demon, for success? Orange's title run was incredible. Outstanding, amazing and kind of out of nowhere in terms of how much/little he had been pushed before that.
What if you get helping/blessing from Danhausen but then you have to pay later, after a certain amount of time? That's a common trope with demons, right? Making a deal with the devil and all that, short term success for long term debt.
In fairy tales, when the time/event/agreement between a demon and a person comes to and end, then they have to pay whatever price they agreed to. It's super unlikely, but I wonder if that is the way this is going?
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