#operation cast lead

[idiopathicsmile]

a horror movie about making a horror movie. wait, don't walk away. a horror movie about one of those grueling seventies productions that broke every OSHA rule—long, exhausting shoots in the middle of the woods, presided over by one of those directors convinced of his own genius and certain the only way to get the performances he needs is to relentlessly isolate and gaslight his female lead. the crew are terrified of the director's outbursts and so are going along with it. there's one other woman in the cast but she plays the one who takes her shirt off earlier in the film and then dies, and the director has done everything in his power to turn these two people against each other, the better to keep his female lead unbalanced and unsure, and when the deeply disquieting scary stuff starts happening for real, the female lead has nobody to confide in and assumes it is the director very characteristically going out of his way to fuck with her. one of the camera operators gets possessed and is being flung around the trees, head spinning as he oozes an acidic black liquid and the female lead is like, "i can't let fucking jerry think he's getting to me." and then—this may be too much, idk—the only way the two actresses can figure out what's really going on is to acknowledge that they've been pitted against each other and that they really don't have any reason beyond this not to trust each other, so they compare notes and that's how they discover that hey, this production actually is cursed.

#this may fall in the bucket of things that already exist #but if that's the case i would love to know! #gaslighting cw

[gothhabiba]

Omar spoke to me via Skype from Gaza City. Like many others around the world, spending time in the kitchen is how he relaxes, and he finds the meditative quality of cooking a vehicle through which he can escape the challenges of everyday life in Gaza. But even in the kitchen, Omar can’t escape his concerns. “There has been a spike in cancer rates here,” he told me. “Our land is filled with the remnants of tons of artillery and missiles and bombs…. How do you think that is affecting the soil?” In 2009, Israel used white phosphorus against Gazans during Operation Cast Lead, and Omar fears the ongoing damage of these chemical weapons is affecting Gaza’s produce. “No matter how much you clean the vegetables, you always wonder, is this really clean? Or is this carrot going to give me cancer?”

Yasmin Khan, "Dill, Fish, and Resilience: The Holy Trinity of Gazan Cuisine" (March 13, 2019)

#there are recipes at the end but I would wait until I publish mine tbh which will be more accurate #Israel #Palestine #Gaza #food #readings

[saltpepperbeard]

no because really, i think stede is operating in a way he thinks will win him respect. i think he's operating in a way he thinks is the expectation. i don't think he likes it, and i don't think it's "him," but i think he enjoys the positive reinforcement from everyone around him. he's literally never had that before in his life.

he was bullied as a child for what he enjoyed. he was cast aside by his father for being himself. the crew threatened to mutiny against him or even just flat-out kill him because he was too "weak."

and here he is trying to pull himself up out of maelstrom of mistakes. "he's been a failure his whole life." he's trying to do everything he can to rectify that. he wants to be the lighthouse for his crew. he wants to be a good captain. he wants to be a good pirate. he wants to be a good lover. he wants to be something.

and he was actually getting there himself--he just didn't realize it. listening to his crew more, showing them kindness, leading them when they were lost and had no place to go, putting his own grief on hold and taking back the revenge...

he was getting there! but still, he was surrounded by those haunting expectations, by the fear that it wasn't enough.

the whole conversation between he and ed where ed is encouraging him to command respect/be tougher. the whole conversation between he and izzy where izzy says he's "never met anyone with a total lack of skills." zheng saying that she didn't "conquer china by letting people go on and on about their feelings."

not to mention the goading from ned. "once you kill me, you're a real pirate. you're not an amateur." "see? that's why he likes you. your bumbling amateur status."

it all keeps swimming circles around him, looming above his head like a shadow.

he thinks he has something more to prove. he thinks he has to be more. even though his own methods work, like ned's crew turning on him simply because stede showed kindness and understanding, all these phantoms keep telling him it isn't enough and that the other methods are more effective.

because he kills, and looks visibly shaken by it, but his crew cheers. he grabs ed by the collar despite them wanting to take things slow, and they grow intimate. he walks into jackie'z after it all, a place where he was previously banished from, and is treated like a sort of pirate hero.

it's not him. "we don't just banish people, do we? that's not us."

but it's encouraged. it's celebrated. so he thinks it should be.

#OFMD #OFMD Season 2 #OFMD S2 Spoilers #Stede Bonnet #Revenge Rambles #WHEW #listen #listen listen #i have trust #i have faith #i really truly believe he's just caught up way WAY too much in all of this #that he's in WAYYYYY over his head #that he's riding the wave of FEELING like someone #and isn't really taking anything else into account #because like #idk man #as someone who has struggled to fit in and struggled to be respected/treated well by my peers through school #i did some things that i would normally not do #i acted in ways uncharacteristic for me #and i thought i enjoyed them at the time #i rode the thrill of getting approval from everyone else #but looking back on it now #it was absolutely NOT worth it and was not something i'd do presently #i just did it simply because i thought i had to #and i think that's more of what's going on with stede right now

[burstfoot]

Figured I'd make a post outlining Arknights' auxiliary material for those who want to see more of the universe and aren't aware of all that's out there! ANIMATION Arknights Prelude To Dawn (S1) and Perish in Frost (S2, currently airing): [Crunchyroll]

A straight up adapation of the main story, up through Chapter 0 to Chapter 6! It's much more fast-paced than the story, so I wouldn't use it to replace actually reading it, but it's very cool to see some of these scenes in full animation. Lee's Detective Agency: (Youtube)

A mini-series animated in a chibi-style with a comedic tone focused on the adventures of the Kuroblood-illustrated Lee's Detective Agency! Distributed by Crunchyroll globally, but entirely free to watch.

Closure's Secret Files: (Youtube)

A cut-out styled series of shorts hosted by Closure which outlines a lot of the game's basic mechanics!

Holy Knight Light: [Youtube]

A short Youtube OVA focusing around Penguin Logistics delivering a package, celebrating Arknights' first anniversary!

[Upcoming]: Kay's Daily Doodles: (Twitter Annoucement)

Another free youtube mini-series that starts airing December 1st, focused around Ceobe! Here's some additional animations! Each event usually also has a 15 second 2D animated preview of the event, but there's so many of those that I can't list them all. Official Anniversary Event 3D Animations: Lone Trail Where Vernal Winds Will Never Blow Il Siracusano Ideal City Stultifera Navis Invitation To Wine Near Light Dossoles Holiday Under Tides Bonus 3D Animated Shorts: Legend of Chongyue Arknights Special - IL Siracusano Lo Scontro Youtube Shorts: Ch'en and Lin's Watermelon Splitting Game Part 1 Ch'en and Lin's Watermelon Splitting Game Part 2 Amiya's Siracusan Food Guide Part 1 Amiya's Siracusano Food Guide Part 2

Comics, Manga, Manhua

Officially Translated Rhodes Island's Records of Originium: Rhine Lab: (Offical Website)

A canon manhua centered around the circumstances that lead to Silence falling out with Saria and joining Rhodes Island with Ifrit, as well as Ifrit's attempt to save a dying infected stowaway on the landship. Essential reading for understanding the Rhine Lab storyline and characters - read it right after Mansfield! One of the characters, Darya, is mentioned in both Ifrit's module and briefly in Lone Trail.

Rhodes Island's Records of Originium: Blacksteel: (Official Source)

A short story focusing on the lives of the Blacksteel operators aboard the landship. While it often gets overshadowed by the Rhine Lab manga which is bigger in scope, this is a great read especially if you're interested in Franka or Liskarm.

Rhodes Kitchen -TIDBITS-: (Official Source)

An anthology story related to the cuisine that's important to a variety of operators. While it might seem unassuming, the art is gorgeous and it's really well-written. I particularly recommend the Goldenglow (Chapter 4) and Rosa (Chapter 5) chapters.

Unofficially Translated

Arknights Comic Anthology: (Mangadex)

As the title says, a series of non-canon anthology stories regarding the cast of Rhodes' Island! Note that the link provided only has complete translations up to Volume 4 (and Vol. 4 is missing Ch. 7), and most of the chapters avaliable after that point were MTL'd, so I can't vouch for their accuracy. Chapters I'd recommend are: Volume 1: Chapter 12 (focused on Myrrh trying to improve her medicine), Chapter 14 (focused on Saria and Silence trying to put apart their differences to take Ifrit on vacation, afaik the only place where they are directly referred to as her "moms") Volume 2: Chapter 1 (Manticore tries to make friends), Chapter 3 (The LGD gets drunk), Chapter 11 (Texlapp and Mosexu yuribait), Ch. 13 (Magallan tries to find a pet), Chapter 16 (Ethan spies on the interior lives of Rhodes operators) Volume 3: Chapter 6 (Snowsant, Ifrit, Nian and Shaw are forced to make friends), Chapter 7 (Gummy flashes back to Chernobog), Chapter 10 (FEater and Shaw yuribait), Chapter 13 (Blackout on the landship, as well as Ayerscarpe and Leonhardt yaoibait)

Volume 4: Chapter 4 (Thorns tries to make friends with Weedy [this one is my favourite]), Chapter 6 (Tomimi tail spankings), Chapter 9 (Elysium helps Frostleaf get along with Dur-Nar) Volume 6: Ch. 1 (Whisperain opens up to others) [this one isn't MTL'd afaik]

123 Rhodes Island: (Mangadex)

A series of non-canon gag 4komas! Many of the games' offical stickers are done in this series' art style.

Arknights: Operators!: (Mangadex)

A compilation of 4komas posted on the official ArknightsJP twitter account! Thank you to @sleepywoodscans for their work on translating these, please show them some love!!

[Edit: For clarities sake, the only stuff here that has used MTL is later chapters of the Comic Anthology! Sleepywoodscans’ work on Operators! is all done by hand (they’re a native Japanese speaker). Again, I really appreciate their work!]

Arknights: A1 Operations Preparation Detachment: (Mangadex)

Part of the Terra Historicus website and not yet officially translated, focusing on Fang, Kroos and Beagle, and a catastrophe striking the Columbian city of Tkaronto. Unfortunately, only translated up to Chapter 6, but one of the characters (Elba) has a brief cameo in Light Sparks in Darkness! Edit: Chapter 7 has been translated by @pooce-art, and they're working on Chapter 8!

Angelina: Sketches of THIS Messenger's Journey: (Mangadex)

Also published as part of the Terra Historicus website and not yet officially translated, focuses on the adventures of Angelina travelling across Terra as a Messenger! Recent chapters relate to the upcoming Sami event & IS4, as well as the upcoming So Long, Adele.

Prelude Suite: Unrestrained Play: (Wiki)

Unfortunately, I can't find a full translation for this one - an epilogue to Hortus De Esscapismo focusing on Arturia's background. Of course, major spoilers for Hortus apply - if you can find a full translation yourself.

As well, an upcoming manhua focused on the Break the Ice cast was annouced during the 4.5 Anniversary stream. As far as I'm aware, chapters have not begun releasing yet!

Other:

Arknights Ambience Synesthesia: (Youtube)

A series of concerts (3 so far), focusing around Arknights' music! A live performance has been done every year, with skins released in-game for the concert's theme & 3D animations produced featuring the skin's cast in 2022 and 2023.

Monster Siren Records: (Spotify) (Official Website)

Arknights' official (and-in-universe) record label publishing game OSTs, themes for almost every 6 star operator that releases, and occasional bonus songs.

Arknights: Endfield: (Twitter)

An upcoming 3D action gacha game from Hypergryph, set in the far future of Arknights' universe on another planet. Currently in closed beta testing for their CN servers!

Arknights: Nomad City: The Founders: (Youtube)

A to-be-released CN Arknights board game! Unclear of if it will ever be translated or released globally, unfortunately...

Terra: A Journey: (Wiki)

An upcoming CN lore book focused on the intricate details of Terra's worldbuilding. As well, unclear if it will be translated or released globally.

UNOFFICIAL:

Some fandom-developed tools that might be of use to you are the Arknights Terra Wiki - which just transferred from FANDOM to wiki.gg, and has very detailed information on both game mechanics and world-lore.

As well, the Arknights Story Reader can help you catch up on stuff you don't want to or can't read in game!

Finally, Aceship's Toolbox provides access to a variety of tools, including a levelling calculator, a calculator to ensure the best recruitments, and all the CGs, backgrounds and character sprites that are avaliable in-game.

Conclusion:

Thank you for reading! I hope this provided some new information to you or at least provides an easy reference resource in the future. There's a lot to check out even outside of the game, and I hope you find some stuff you enjoy!

#arknights #ohhhh my god this took way longer to write than expected #dont want to reblog beg but they would be greatly appreciated! #take care with the mangadex & non-offical links #I can't guarantee their safety #i could've sworn who is real had a 3d trailer but it mightve been an ambience synthesia vid

[sayruq]

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #genocide

[turnstileskyline]

This is an ask about The Muppets. Take it as a free invitation to go on whatever Muppet-related tangent your heart so desires <3

im going to take this ask to talk about richard hunt :) he joined the jim henson company way back when it was henson associates, in 1969. he was 18, fresh out of high school, and already experienced in puppetry and performing.

hunt joined the muppet team in a very muppet-esque way, by calling sesame street from a phone booth and asking if henson associates was hiring. and, somehow, they happened to be auditioning people that same day. he worked the great santa claus switch in 1970, and aided in muppet appearances on programs like the ed sullivan show. on sesame street, he often aided in operation, frequently performing ernie’s right hand or the back end of mr snuffleupagus. one of his first main characters was sully, one half of the construction duo of biff and sully (biff was performed by jerry nelson, who richard hunt would often be paired with in performances). the story goes that richard hunt wanted to perform a frequent character, rather than assisting in the operation of other characters – and so he was assigned sully, who had no spoken or sung lines. hunt eventually took on multiple characters, like gladys the cow, don music, and forgetful jones, although following his death, many have been phased out or put in the background.

his most recognizable characters come from the muppet show, where he would perform scooter (the excitable stagehand of the muppet show often found pestering kermit backstage,) janice (the lead guitarist of dr. teeth and the electric mayhem, typically paired with jerry nelson’s floyd pepper,) beaker, statler, wayne, and sweetums. when fraggle rock began, hunt was one of henson’s core team of performers, so he was often shooting sesame street – a fact that didn’t stop him from performing junior gorg, gunge, mudwell, and the wizard, among others.

when jim henson died in 1990, he chose richard hunt to lead his memorial service. hunt had been with the muppets for 21 years at this point, and had become one of henson’s most trusted puppeteers and closest friends. he would often goof off backstage, entertaining guests to the studios with whatever puppet was closest to him. colleagues recall that he brought the energy to every set he was on, playing pranks on new hires, smoking joints with jerry nelson backstage, and inviting the cast and crew to gay bars with him after sesame street tapings. one of the most famous stories about him was his frustration with elmo, who he briefly performed before the furry red monster became a childhood icon. reportedly frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what to do with the character, he threw the puppet across the room, exclaiming to kevin clash (who caught the puppet) something along the lines of “someone else do it!”

he passed in 1992 from complications caused by the AIDS virus. matt baume has described him as “one of the most famous gay men in the world who nobody recognized”. following his death, the muppet workshop created a panel for the aids quilt to memorialize him. hunt was integral to the success of the muppets, due both to his skills in performing and to the energy and spirit he brought to every production he was a part of.

[highwayorgantrade]

Safe House

Pairing: Female Reader! X Soap

Request: Nooo

Summary: Oh no! A bunch of soldiers posted up in your farmhouse bed and breakfast?? Whatever shall you do!! Should you fuck them??

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, volume (keep quiet), unprotected sex, cervix kissing 

Author's note: Okay listen y'all I did not plan on doing this whatsoever. I was in the middle of writing a Graves thing when I got this idea and I knew I just had to get that damn little brain worm out before it ruined my life further. This is gonna be a series!!!!!

The mission had gone wrong. Oh, so horribly wrong. 141 thought they were smart by teaming up with Los Vaqueros again to take down a trafficking ring - “Positive international relations,” Price had called it. “We even got imported muscle.” He grinned, referring to the 6’10” man they had called in, after hearing of his ability to do his job and keep his mouth shut.

 However, the ring had decided on the same tactic, bringing in a nearby cartel to defend their location. Quickly, way too quickly, the group was overwhelmed, frantically phoning in to Laswell for extraction.

“Don’t worry,” She sighed, after directing the seven men to a relatively safe area, the black-tinted SUV already flying gravel. “I have a friend.”

You had just so happened to be the friend. Well, the relative was more accurate, being her sister-in-law. You knew what she did for work, but you never thought she would call on you for help with it.

“Please, (Y/N), it’ll only be for a few days, I swear. A week, tops.” She called you early one November morning. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” And you knew she wouldn’t. The fact was simple: You had lived relatively nearby, and the bed and breakfast you operated and lived in certainly had the facilities to house eight people, and it so happened to be the off-season.

You were eager to accept, happy to help your sister, and it would be nice to have some muscle with the chores that needed done around the property. When the SUV pulled up, you quickly regretted your decision. You had expected a house full of military boys, tearing around like a pack of dogs, but out stepped six of the most attractive men you have ever seen, all completely different, but equally as handsome and rugged. Two were masked, but Christ, were they big anyway. As they loaded packs out of the van, you stepped into the grass, the cold air causing you to draw your cardigan tighter around yourself. When you approached, you kept a safe distance - partly because you didn’t know them, but also because you were afraid that if you got too close, you’d get lost in the intricacies of their faces.

“Hey!” You spoke finally, the rustling of the dying leaves nearly drowning you out. “I’m (Y/N), I hope the trip out wasn’t too awful!” You internally cringed at yourself for giving them the usual spiel you reserved for guests, but continued anyway. “Come on in, all the rooms are pretty much the same, but you can pick, so… that’s something.”

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” One of them finally spoke, casting a friendly grin your way, and you turned quickly to hide the burning on your cheeks. 

You were proud of the way your property looked, hidden well off the road in a small forested area, the whole thing had kind of an eclectic feel to it, but you still felt kind of strange leading them into the common area. 

“Okay!” You clasped your hands together, and tried to remember that you were only a housing opportunity - they had more important things to focus on. “Well, uh, I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can, but you might see me flitting about here and there. What’s mine is yours.” Some nodded their thanks, others were making quick work of checking their bags for God knows what, and one, the one in a skull mask, merely stared down at you, his large arms crossed on his chest.

Okay… You took that as your cue to leave, and you quickly stepped out the back door, hoping to make progress on your chores before the sun set.

The frigid air felt nearly unbearable compared to how hot you were burning in their presence - you didn’t even realize that you were slightly sweating. With a sigh, you reminded yourself of your responsibilities. Repaint the gazebo, refill and hang the bird feeders, and fix the greenery so everything is in full bloom by summer. Leaves crunched under your step as the half-painted gazebo came into view. You could hear voices coming from your house, a few with different accents, mostly British, but you could pick out a Scottish, a vaguely German, and a couple Spanish lilts. A booming laugh echoed, and you relaxed your tense shoulders at the sound. 

“Don’t make me regret this, Kate.” You mumbled as you settled into the grass and popped open a paint can.

She was pretty. It was the first thing Soap had noticed. It looked like she belonged here, in the woods, with the wind blowing her hair and birds singing in her presence. No doubt she kept them well-fed. He had barely listened when she spoke - he was much too focused on how her sweater wrapped tightly around her body, or how her eyes seemed to physically sparkle with curiosity. She had said something, Soap had no idea, but he responded anyway. Something about the drive? The rooms?

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” He answered, stabbing that it was an appropriate response. The way she averted her eyes and a hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips told him that he was successful. When she turned around to lead them into the safehouse, Price gave him a nudge and shook his head ‘no.’ No fucking Kate’s pretty little sister? Might as well ask him to walk on fucking water, next. 

She had promised to make herself scarce, and Soap was silently thankful. He didn’t want this woman caught up in what they were doing, and he didn’t want her to know something that could get her in trouble - Laswell would never forgive them. When she left, Alejandro was the first to speak.

“Nobody talk to me about this mission tonight.” He grumbled, and Soap recognized that as a request long ago, based on the way his jaw was clenched nearly the entire drive to the location, muttering what Soap assumed to be expletives every so often. He trudged up the stairs with his bag, Rudy trailing not far behind. 

“Right, then.” Ghost spoke, rolling his shoulders and pulling out a map of the enemy facility and laying it on the wood table, and Soap nearly laughed at how out of place it looked. “If they’ve gotten support from that gang, it eliminates them from support from anyone else, and makes them a target to others, not just us.”

“We need to get to them first.” Konig’s hand landed on the map, gesturing vaguely at an entrance. “This was lightly guarded.” Soap stared at the location, before his eyes flitted out the window to see you approaching a gazebo outside, and he itched to get this out of the way.

“Aye, they might reinforce that entrance since they know it’s weak now. Leaves somewhere else open to vulnerability.” Soap strategized, his eyes lingering on how your hands ran through your hair, and JESUS, how did it still look perfect after that? A light thump on the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked back to see Gaz with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. 

“No-go, mate. Red zone. Laswell would have your head on a stick.”

“Might be worth it.” Ghost chimed in, following his gaze to the woman.

Price pointed a warning finger to Ghost, his face stony.

“Ghost, stop instigating. Gaz, leave Soap alone. Konig…” He took a breath, considering the man had nothing to do with their antics. “Good job. Soap, I wish I had control over who a soldier decides to sleep with, but I don’t.”

“That girl in Ibiza left a bad taste in your mouth, Cap?” Soap retorted, recalling one of his more infamous hook-ups, and Price laughed loudly.

“Lesson for the inexperienced,” Ghost turned to Konig. “Remember your date’s name or she will throw a knife at you.” Konig shook his head at this, and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

“Sounds like my kind of woman.”

Soap had already tuned the ribbing out, and when Ghost packed up the plans, he was already tracing your path, walking out the back door to meet you.

A rustling of leaves caused your head to perk up, and you turned to see the one who had spoken to you earlier, a small smile on his face.

“Need any help?” He tilted his head at the gazebo. “More hands make less work ‘n all.” You looked back at your work, having made minimal progress since you began. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure. If you want.” You responded, pulling the paint tray out in front of you so he could take the spare paintbrush. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I’m Johnny. Most of the guys call me Soap, though.”

Soap? The nickname seemed to come out of nowhere, and you crinkled your nose at this.

“Why do they call you that? You shower more than everyone else or something?” He laughed at this, reaching up to cover the underside of a railing in white paint, and you fought to keep your eyes from lingering on his arms.

“Good at cleaning house, love.” Soap corrected you, your lips pursing at the nickname. “How long have you had this place?”

You shrugged, simply happy that he was making conversation with you.

“Coupl’a years. Since I was twenty. Bought it as a dump and flipped it.” He makes a noise of approval and takes a deep breath. 

“Your, uh, boyfriend live here with you, does he?” At this, you can’t help but allow a laugh to tear through you, both in recognition of what Soap was doing, and out of pure shock that he was doing it.

“Not sure where my boyfriend lives, I haven’t met him yet. Let me know if you find him, though, yeah?” Soap shook his head.

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for the offer.”

The back and forth with Soap left your head reeling, and you considered your options as you painted in silence. Kate would kill you if she found out, but she doesn’t need to find out. It has been terribly long since you’ve even been on a date, or even had sex for that matter, and Soap certainly isn’t the worst looking man in the world. He clearly had a great body, and you delved down the rabbit hole of how his arms would look pinning your arms above your head, his battle-worn dog tag trailing cold electricity down your chest.

A flash of yellow light pulled you out of your musings, and a firefly landed on your knee. You took a deep breath and turned to Soap, his attention garnered by your sudden movement of waving the small bug away.

“Do you wanna have a drink tonight? With me?” Your face was comically serious, and Soap let out a soft chuckle as he replaced the lid on the paint, taking the brush from your hand.

“Aye.” He stood, sighing a bit at the noise his knees made, and handed you the paint tray.

“I’ll, uh, go put this up and meet you inside.” You offered him a small smile, and his head tilted at you, trying to hide his own.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soap had to stop himself from running back into the house. Giddiness coursed through him, and he burst through the door to see Gaz, Ghost, and Konig sat in various places around the living room, the TV tuned in to the local news.

“Get the fuck out.” He stated simply, his eyes wide and a dumb grin on his face.

“Pardon?” Ghost barely spared him a glance, and Konig automatically stood, silently confused as to where he was supposed to go. Gaz merely stared up at him.

“I said,” Soap wrapped his hand around Ghost’s bicep and pulled, forcing the man to stand, and Gaz followed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You sendin’ us to bed, then, eh?”

Soap picked up Ghost’s bag for him, and shoved it into his chest, nearly pushing the men up the stairs.

“I am.” He turned to Gaz, his mouth already open to protest, and pointed a finger in his face. “If you fuck this up for me, I will end you.” 

The second the three men shut the door to their respective rooms, you stepped back into the house, locking the backdoor behind you.

I raised an eyebrow at the television, and grinned at Soap.

“Did you turn on the news?” I ask, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from cabinets, pouring us both a fairly full glass.

“Yeah, it’s a new form of foreplay.” He laughed, taking a sip. “Learnin’ that we world is shite.” 

“Oh, so foreplay is important to you?” And that question was your first step. He glanced at you from across the kitchen island, and you could just see the gears in his mind turning, figuring out the best way to get himself into your bed. Honestly, he could have asked to bend you dead over the kitchen counter, his large hand pulling your hair as leverage as he thrusted into you from behind.

But your imagination always runs wild.

“Mm. ‘S very important.” You cocked your head at his answer, and he shrugged. “I prefer to have a girl simply beggin’ before I even think of finishing.” He took a step around the island, not quite in front of you, but leaning on the side. You sipped your wine again, trying to cover your reaction to his answer, but there was no wine glass big enough to cover how you pressed your legs together, one hand gripping the counter with slightly more force than necessary.

“How do you do that?” It was an effort to keep your tone even , trying not to show how badly he was affecting you.

“Eh.” He set his wine glass down, finger lightly circling the base of the stem. “Usually have ‘em coming a few times before I get my own.”

Holy fuck. You needed Soap, and you needed him bad.

“Ah, so only good reviews then?” Damnit, why is your voice suddenly higher? You cleared your throat to try to get it to return to normal, and the fucking bastard smirked at you.

“So far. Tell me, love.” That damn nickname again. “When was the last time you were fucked?” You opened your mouth to answer, but it didn’t matter as Soap began talking again. “Ah, lemme revise that. When was the last time you were properly fucked? The last time someone had you cryin’, had you just stupid on their cock?”

You were buzzing, shaking slightly at Soap’s vulgar words. His accent got lower, rougher as he spoke, and you could feel your arousal tying a knot in your throat.He simply stared at you, waiting for your answer with a dumb smile on his face, like he already knew.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me…” He began, in mock sympathy. “Never?” You shook your head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

In all reality, you’ve never orgasmed with someone else. It was all only you, and you learned quickly not to say this, as all men would try to be the first. Then you’d end the night by lying, and they would go with their egos inflated.

You both stood, the tension in the kitchen more than you could bear, and just as you were about to dismiss yourself for the night, Soap wrapped a hand around your forearm - Not tightly enough to worry you, but just enough so you looked up at him, your faces inches from each other.

“Love, I don’t like to, uh, think I’m all that, y’know?” He cleared his throat. “But I’d like to try. Show some thanks to our host.”

In one last attempt at quieting down your own perverse thoughts, you set your wine glass down, and looked at the floor.

“Ah, you don’t need to thank me Soap.”

“I absolutely do,” He responded immediately. “I really do need to. Nothin’ better than a pretty face while I work.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering all the ways this could go bad. Every single one was overrun with the way Soap was searching your eyes, silently pleading for you. With a purse of your lips, you poured the rest of your wine down the sink, and smiled.

“Absolutely.”

You barely got the words out before Soap wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs, searching for any room that didn’t look like it was already occupied.

“Mine’s on the other end.” You breathed in an effort not to laugh at his eagerness, and he turned on his heels toward a door that was differently painted than the rest. He placed a hand over your head, protecting you from a bump as he ducked through the doorframe, and less-than-gently set you on your bed, locking the door behind him.

When he turned, you didn’t see the sweet man offering to help you with painting, you saw a soldier. A soldier tuned into your every breath, every movement, and every thought. He kneeled in front of the bed, between your legs, and began planting lighter than air kisses on your ankle, untying your shoes and setting them to the side haphazardly.

“Red means stop.” He whispered against your skin, traveling upward to your knee. “Yellow is slow down, green is good. Repeat it.”

“Red is-“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he delivered a light bite to the inside of your thigh before kissing it again, and you could feel him smile against you. “Red is stop. Yellow is slow. Green is good.”

“And where are we now?” He breathed against the spot right where your thigh met your most sensitive area, and you felt your stomach jump.

“Green. So, so green.” A whimper escaped you, and Soap tsked, like he was about to scold you.

“Stay quiet, lass.” Teased Soap, as he slid your shorts down, along with your underwear, and he whistled lowly. “A Chriosd ann an ifrinn, seall ort, a nighean bhòidheach.” And with that, he licked one long, thick strip up your cunt, dipping down to tease your hole with his tongue. Soap was eating you out like a man starved, and you were obsessed. 

Light, breathy moans left you, ever so aware of how quiet everything else was. 

“Tell me what feels good, love.” He punctuated his command with a nip to your thigh, pulling your mind out of the pleasure-induced haze. His tongue traveled through your folds, eyes trained on you to see your reaction to his ministrations. Soap’s lips wrap around your clit, fingers toying with your soaking entrance, and it felt like all rational thought had left you. You didn’t care about who exactly was between your legs, nor if his team could hear your desperate mewls.

The pressure inside you was building, and your movement was strange - trying to wriggle away from the incessant barrage against your clit, and trying to grind impossibly closer to Soap’s lips, and by his huff, it was clear he had enough of that. One large arm wrapped around a thigh, his other pressing down on your abdomen, and the only noise Soap could muster was a few low groans as he continued devouring you.

The knot inside you was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like it was going to snap any second. A split moment of panic ran through you as your back arched off the bed, Begs and cries tumbling out of your lips before you could think of them.

“Soap, please, please.” You cried, hands aching from gripping the sheets. “Please don’t stop, please…” Staying true to your direction, Soap was unrelenting against you, the combination of his sucking, biting, and licking at your clit had dizzy spots appearing in your vision. With one hard push on your abdomen, and a particularly slow drag of his tongue at your entrance, you felt that snap, and you finally understood why it was called the Little Death.

Your mind had gone completely blank, mouth open in a silent scream, and your thighs clamped around either side of Soap’s head, where he still had yet to stop drinking you. It felt like your heart had even stopped beating, until the pounding was heard in your ears. As Soap continued, you felt your body lurch upwards, fingers tangling in Soap’s hair until he finally looked up at you, his hand coming back to slide a finger into you.The sudden intrusion forced a gasp from you, and he gently kissed your thigh, where you noticed the ache that predates a bruise.

“How we doin’, love? We okay?” His voice was impossibly sweet, a complete 180 to how he just made you feel. You nodded, despite feeling like every single sense in your body had been blown out. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, your walls pulsing around him.

“Green.” You confirmed breathily, and he smiled a wolfish grin before adding a second digit into you, his pace quickening. A quick flash of aggravation and desperation coursed through you, and you knew how to get exactly what you wanted. 

You looked down at him, eyebrows upturned in a pleading look, and your doe-eyes were working overtime. 

“Please, Soap, just fuck me.” You said, voice higher and more gentle than you thought it would come out, and he groaned, rolling his head against your leg. His fingers took on a ‘come here’ motion, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the feeling.

“Ah, I know what you want. You want these…” Soap planted a kiss on your thighs, interrupting his own speech. “God, these pretty thighs pinned behind your head, taking me so well, takin’ me so good.” He looked absolutely pussydrunk, his eyes darting between your eyes and his fingers, tsking and offering a slight noise of false sympathy when a tear rolled down your cheek. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel that fire building inside of you again. “Christ, love, you wanna come again, huh?” You nodded furiously at his question, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your tits. A bright look crossed Soap’s face, and while his hands continued, his mouth met your hands.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, and before you could think, he bit down - the orgasm that crashed through you was stronger than the last, and the muscles in your thighs screamed from being clenched so tightly. You felt his fingers work their way out of your pussy, hissing at the feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty thing?” His face was almost smug as he climbed up on the bed, one hand going to your lower back to effortlessly raise you, and he peppered light kisses on your sweat-covered face. Of course you want him, how could you not? Your body was buzzing with the aftershocks of two orgasms, and here he was, lining himself up with you.

“God, yes, please.” You breathed, hands coming to rest on his back. Soap brought his lips down next to your ear, sending another shock straight to your core.

“Beg better.” He punctuated his command by rubbing his cock through your folds, and you twitched when the head ground against your already sensitive clit. Beg better? Fuck you, Soap. 

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you and, hopefully, how serious you looked.

“Fuck me, Soap. Now.” 

The simple instruction was all it took for him to push inside you, and it was like it activated something in him - Soap simply could not shut up.

“Ach, mo Dhia, tha thu a 'faireachdainn cho foirfe timcheall orm. So perfect.” He planted a kiss to your temple. “So perfect, my pretty girl.” 

You brought your lips up to his neck, kissing the curve where it meets his shoulder, and his babbling only continued as his cock dragged against nearly every nerve, your broken moans echoing through your room. God, his slow pace was nearly agonizing, you wanted more, you needed more. It was like Soap read your mind as he paused, hooking your knees above his shoulders, effectively pinning you into the mattress. He flashed you a wicked grin before he began his jackhammer pace, and this new position had him reaching impossibly deep inside you.

A vague, low ache began in your abdomen every time he bottomed out, his head kissing your cervix every single time. The depth combined with his pace, his groaning and endless praise in your ear - it felt like it was all culminating in a perfect storm, one that was threatening to break down every fibre of your being.

“Fuck, Soap, I’m going to-” You interrupted yourself with a low, hoarse groan, your admission only spurring him on as he replaced his hold on your knees with his hands.

“Look at me, love, I wanna see it, I wanna see you.” His stuttering hips told you he was in the same spot as you, and you both were not going to last much longer. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He growled, and that was all it took for you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably as you released around him, and your ending brought his own on. Curses left him lips as he buried himself inside you, collapsing next to you.

“Ach, come ‘ere.” He breathed, reaching his arm out to hook around your waist and pulling you to him, one leg wrapping around his waist. One hand rested on your jaw, planting kisses on your forehead, cheek, anywhere he could get access to. Your body felt numb, and you knew he stayed true to his word - you were fucked absolutely stupid. You wanted to talk, you wanted to ask where this left you? Would you ignore that this happened? Would it recur? Would he tell his team about it? You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t - The song of crickets and his heartbeat was a lullaby, and one that you couldn’t fight.

The snare of sleep overtook you as your heart rate evened out, and only one thought was on your mind before you gave up the fight for consciousness:

You really fucking hope you don’t regret this.

#mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #call of duty fanfic #cod x reader

[ghcstao3]

Im currently watching brave and it’s given me brain worms hehe

It’s to do with the will o’ the wisp!

Either soaps been seeing them his whole life guiding him to the task force or after a rough mission, totally lost/injured and with no way to contact anyone they guide his way back to ghost :D

Thanks for everything you write it genuinely makes my day to read all your works!!

ooh i really like this. also- apparently will o' the wisps are actually Not good in folklore so i wrote a little twist to fix that ;)

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Throughout his life, Soap's nan had always liked to tell him stories about the many malevolent creatures he should hope to never have the misfortune of encountering—kelpies, redcaps, sluaghs; just about everything that existed in his homeland's folklore.

A little cruel in retrospect, Soap thinks, but for a while he'd just understood it as his nan's way of ensuring her grandson was to behave. They were myths, old tales and explanations for the unexplainable, and he can appreciate the determination to share tradition.

But now, as Soap is stranded in thick woods after an operation gone awry, blood sticky on his temple and a bullet stuck in his leg, he's not so sure they were just stories. Not as he's currently staring down an unnatural wisp of light in the darkness, hovering just a few feet away from where he'd collapsed against the thick, gnarled trunk of a tree.

Will o' the wisp, his mind supplies. Omens of death, his nan had told him, like many other creatures and spirits. They appear to the weary and lost like himself, flickers of glowing blue light almost hopeful as they guide one along a seemingly nonsensical path—but instead of leading someone to safety, they lure people to their doom.

The wisp just floats, unmoving, as Soap sits frozen. He tries his radio to no avail, and realizes with a great dread that he only has two options: attempt to find his own way back to his team, to anyone, anywhere, with the great risk of only getting more lost—or follow the wisp in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, it may actually lead him somewhere useful, no matter how bad the destination. Soap could only hope that doom is something he can fend off with a gun.

His decision is made rather easily because... he supposes it doesn't really make a difference, does it?

So he pushes himself away from the tree and toward the light—it vanishes as soon as he steps toward it, but with another step forward, another wisp appears.

Soap limps along, following the wisps. They weave him through trees and take sharp, sudden turns, disappearing and reappearing endlessly as Soap pursues the trail they leave. His head is on a swivel with every sound that isn't the crunch of branches beneath his own boots, with every flash of movement in his periphery.

He feels like he’d been walking forever by the time the forest has grown less dense and the wisps fade away for good—and that's when Soap sees it.

The large, imposing silhouette. The hulking figure cloaked in black. The glimpse of a skull in the sliver of moonlight that had managed to break through the forest's canopy.

Soap swallows a laugh. The will o' the wisps must have led him to Ghost, not realizing doom would have only been certain for Soap had he been the enemy.

Funny.

Ghost spots him and raises his gun, pauses, then after a moment lowers the barrel.

"Johnny?" Ghost grunts. "Where the fuck've you been?"

Soap shrugs a shoulder, wincing as he steps closer. "Lost my way running from the facility. Comms were dead." He flashes a crooked grin. "Worked out though, aye?"

Ghost snorts. "Aye," he echoes. "C'mon, then. Exfil's waiting. Save your explanations 'til then."

Soap gladly follows, relief nearly exalting.

But as they walk shoulder-to-shoulder, Soap can’t help but cast one last glance back at the trees from where he had emerged.

He wonders if the wisps had really made a mistake. He wonders if maybe they hadn't been done leading him, but Ghost had gotten in the way.

Questions he'll likely never find the answers for.

But regardless, now in safe hands—Soap thinks he had better refresh himself on his nan's stories as soon as he gets the chance.

He doesn't know now, whenever they might come in handy.

#ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #writing

[earthstellar]

Warlord Ratchet: A Fascinating Concept 

“And to think, the Doctor of Doom’s mad quest for power continues...! His marauders pursued us to this planet’s orbit.” 

What gets me about Megatron telling Orion Pax that the current dilapidated condition of Cybertron was brought about by the Warlord Ratchet, Doctor of Doom (aside from the concept in and of itself) is that he also states that Ratchet has a legion of marauders who carry out his bidding 

and because marauders are raiders, and Megatron states they were “pursued by marauders” to Earth, the implication is that Ratchet is not on Earth himself--

-- which is smart on Megatron’s behalf, because this would deter Orion from potentially attempting to leave in order to confront Ratchet and instils a concern that perhaps marauders may appear at any time (at this point, Orion Pax does not yet realise that he is armed and is operating under the belief that he is still an Archivist and therefore not Warrior Class) 

but also, this gives us the incredible mental image of Ratchet milling around in some kind of rusted fortress made from the remains of several different Cybertronian buildings, quite possibly the remnants of Iacon -- maybe even the central hospital there, converted into a hive of terror 

still living on an otherwise uninhabited planet, with a loyal band of raiding troops who scavenge the remains of their world and possibly other planets as well (as we know these marauders supposedly have space capable vessels), quite possibly doing so in order to source spare parts and other various salvage -- Ratchet is a medic, who knows how he’s been having to piece together his army, repairing them from the remains of random citizens? 

and he supposedly, presumably either from his makeshift base in the shadows of Cybertron or from a war ship of some kind, commanded an army of raiders to chase Megatron and his followers as far away as Earth 

“I cannot imagine Ratchet capable of such horrors!” 

I can only guess at what Orion Pax was thinking in this moment, aside from his immediately stated disbelief: What drove Ratchet to such lengths? What happened to turn his compassionate, caring friend into a warlord capable of carrying out inconceivable destruction? How could such a thing occur, especially at the hands of a respected medic, someone he thought he knew so well? 

Would Orion Pax start to blame himself, for what was clearly the brutal decline of one of his greatest friends? I can imagine him starting to wonder if there was anything he could do, any signs of discontent, any indication that Ratchet was headed down a violent, dark path. 

And I’m sure he would be concerned about Ratchet himself, as well. How is Ratchet faring, nearly entirely alone on their planet save for his loyal bandits, as aged and worn as he ever has been, possibly accepting a lonely inevitable death on an already dead world? 

Or does Warlord Ratchet have yet more plans in store, his instruments of destruction poised to afflict themselves upon other worlds as well? 

The Doctor of Doom: How Could This Happen? 

It’s somewhat easy to dismiss the idea of Ratchet being this “Doctor of Doom”, because it so wildly opposes what we know of the character and what we know actually occurred with the war. 

But when you think about it for a little bit, an unhinged Ratchet would very much be a formidable opponent, especially with his social position in pre-war Cybertron giving him more immediate access to higher class/caste areas than many others would have been able to reach... 

...Perhaps this Warlord Ratchet was able to work his way into the Council’s good graces, possibly after attending to one of them after an injury and restoring them to health, gradually manipulating the Senate from the inside in order to secure more power, resources, allies, and ultimately the whole of Cybertron for himself-- Leading to a violent conflict which resulted in the destruction of their world? 

With his medical knowledge, even if he started out with a fairly small number of followers and whatever troops he could finesse away from the Council, he may very well have “built” some himself-- We do see in TFP that protoforms may be possible to manipulate into certain frame types, or some types of “cloning” may be possible. 

Any version of Ratchet without morals (or at the very least without any medical ethics) is a very dangerous Ratchet. 

Repairing the injured via patching them together with the remains of fallen comrades, creating a “zombie” army. Ghoulish, lumbering soldiers, marauders held together with armour designed for other frame types. Instructing his former colleagues (who would likely have at least started out with some inclination to follow him) to carry out “repairs” in such a way. 

Warlord Ratchet himself may have chosen to ingest dark energon much like Megatron actually did, perhaps out of a desire to create a new fuel source once Cybertron began to go dark and natural fuel sources began to dwindle. We already know that our actual Ratchet wasn’t afraid to test synthetic energon on himself, with similar motivations. 

His base of operations would quite possibly be Iacon’s medical centre, turned into a horrific hive-like structure, some wards actively still in use for repairs (at least for his own followers) and other areas dedicated to terrifying research, with supply basements full of experimental tech and defensive weaponry. 

Ratchet’s more support class (as opposed to warrior class) approach to things may well carry over to Warlord Ratchet’s approach to war-- An emphasis on intelligence ops, R&D, indirect and direct manipulation, initial political manoeuvring from within the existing system, and defensive systems to counter any munitions etc. that may come his way from opposing forces. 

His initial goals may well have genuinely been intended to improve Cybertron, to help people. Much like Megatron, back when he was Megatronus and wanted a more egalitarian, fair society. 

After working on lower class/caste bots who were nearly offlined from a lack of maintenance, poor to no access to healthcare prior to being dragged to him, etc. it may have been the catalyst for his decision to start using his upper class social contacts in an effort to change things from the inside out. 

Unfortunately, in this universe in which Warlord Ratchet rose to power, things may have derailed just as severely as they did with Megatronus and his initially well-intentioned efforts. 

The longer you think about it, the more plausible it could be. 

It would be easy for Megatron to build further upon this idea to manipulate Orion Pax, that Ratchet truly could have done this. 

I’m sure Orion Pax did not recharge well, his first night on the Nemesis. 

Where did things go wrong? What happened to his friend? How could he do this to their world, a world that Ratchet loved so much? 

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IDK I just think “Warlord Ratchet” is an incredible idea, and I would have been totally fine if they did a whole season of TFP with the Orion Pax concept lmao 

also holy shit Ratchet in a built up fortress of a former hospital with a band of marauders under his command is such a powerful mental image 

[Screenshot: TFP Episode - Orion Pax, Part One] 

#tfp #transformers prime #megatronus #megatron #tfp megatron #tfp orion pax #orion pax #tf ratchet #tfp ratchet #maccadam #maccadams #warlord ratchet #me thinkin out loud again #long post

[scuderiasundays]

by your side

summary: pinterest boards, rehearsal dinners, and late night professions of love written from carlos’ pov 🪭 a continuation of the smoothest operation + a little insta au at the end!

words: 867

a/n: i hated making you wait so i tried my very best to fit in your req, anon! my sincere apologies if it’s not what you’d hoped for. tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee and @diorleclerc just because. let me know if i should turn this into a series! feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

July 2022 

You hated it when reporters asked who wore the pants in your relationship, the outdated implication that one partner should have the upper hand over the other. The simple truth was that you two struck the perfect balance. She remained levelheaded at times when you’d go into what you playfully coined "full Latino mode." She had a tendency to overthink, and you’d sat by her side on countless nights, hand in hand, whispering, "Everything will fall into place, mi querida. You’ll see." She was all of the best feelings in the world in human form: clean sheets on a freshly made bed, the first bite into a decadent burger, champagne showers after a sensational drive.

The sun cast a gentle, orange glow on her face as you rubbed your eyes, stepping into the living room. She had fallen asleep on your off-white couch, still in her scrubs after a long night shift. Her laptop lay open on the marble coffee table, a Pinterest board of wedding paraphernalia on full display. The ever-growing F1 calendar had kept you on the go, leaving your fiancée to check off the majority of your pre-wedding to-do list by herself. You couldn’t put your finger on just why you were tearing up, a surge of emotions taking over as you scrolled through the photos. You reached the bottom of the page when you stumbled upon a Polaroid of her in a white dress.

Months ago, you’d overheard her and Ana talk about fabrics as they baked banana bread. "Chiffon? No. Lace? No. Ay, tulle!" You exclaimed, so caught up you hadn’t even noticed her stirring awake. You quietly closed her laptop shut.

"Is this for your next racing suit? I’d say lace is a bit scandalous but, hey, give the people what they want," she giggled as she slowly got up. The espresso machine, a Christmas gift from her, hummed to life. She was making you an espresso out of habit, strong just the way you preferred. You breathed a sigh of relief; grateful her mind had been hazy enough to brush off that you’d been listing off wedding dress fabrics mere minutes ago.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You wrapped your hands around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. A year from now, she’d be walking down the aisle in that very dress. A year from now, she would be yours for all eternity.

July 2023

The season had been far from kind to you and your teammate Charles. Thankfully, Y/N had taken some time off work leading up to the wedding, providing some much-needed relief from the relentless cycle of "flight, race, simulator, repeat." The pressure and pent-up frustration could have easily consumed you by now if it weren’t for the thought of her eagerly waiting at each checkered flag. Regardless of whether you ended the race with 25 points or none, she was the only person you wanted to see.

You had never been one to voluntarily go on record about the love you two shared. It felt too sacrosanct, too precious. It, nonetheless, was no surprise when press from worldwide gathered in Avila, eager to catch a glimpse of you and Y/N’s big day. Both your sisters had gotten married in this town and, if there was one thing about the Sainz family, it was that they were big on tradition.

This is why you weren’t all too surprised when your parents revealed that you and Y/N would be spending your wedding eve apart. The rehearsal dinner had gone relatively smoothly, despite a few hiccups along the way. Rupert’s daughter Harlow Reyes had refused to hand over the rings, claiming them as her own. Lando attempted to deliver a heartfelt speech but ended up cry laughing in the way only he would, leaving him unable to finish. Yet, in the end, you were just happy to have everyone you loved under one roof.

"Care to join me?" Y/N motioned toward the vineyard, an effortless smile adorning her face. The night had fallen, but the gentle glow of fairy lights illuminated her silhouette.

"By this time tomorrow, we’ll be husband and wife," she remarked. He could see the glint in her eye as she breathed in the thick summer air. She was a sight to behold in her white vest and tailored pants. In that moment, you thought to yourself, "I’m the luckiest man alive," as you made your way towards her.

You wanted to thank her for everything. For answering the phone at 3 AM when jet lag and stress left you gasping for air on a bathroom floor oceans away. For being the beautiful face you could steal glances at as you sat behind the wheel during spontaneous road trips. For making you feel like you were worthy of being loved. For being your constant.

Instead, you simply said, "Every day, starting tomorrow, will be the best day of my life because I get to spend it by your side. You have all my heart, Y/N. Every single piece." You proceeded to squeeze her hand three times, your secret signal for "I love you" because, boy, did you mean it.

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yourusername: one more sleep until forever

fan1: considering a red eye to spain just for my “speak now” moment 🫠 i am delusional and live 3,000 miles away

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fan2: i’m from avila and ran into the whole grid + some retired drivers this weekend

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[herseraphwings]

Herseraphwings🕊️🌙✨ Pick A Pile/Image

Your Next Spiritual Accomplishment A Message From The Angelic Realm

*Disclamer: I offer tarot readings for entertainment and spiritual guidance purposes only. Please understand that the insights and interpretations provided are subjective and should not be substituted for professional advice or counseling. The responsibility to make decisions and take actions based on the readings lies solely with you. I am not liable for any consequences that may arise from your choices or actions following the reading. Remember, the future is not set in stone, and outcomes can be influenced by various factors and your own free will.*

Pile 1- "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

Emperor, 10 of Cups, 6 of Cups, Page of Swords

This may sound cheesy, but your next accomplishment will be you learning how to love. I see the entire frequency of the meaning such as learning how to love yourself, how to accept love, how to give love, how to be present in all connections. With the emperor card, it feels as though you may have operated from a place of rigid logic without giving in to your emotions or giving them much attention. However, when I divine I see the emperor (like plenty of other readers) as a balanced summation of all the other kings of the deck. For me, the path of your energy seems to represent you moving from an emporer that navigates life through the logical path to the divine emporer who embodies all of the elemental qualities of the other kings, but through Spirit. I see that you will have come a long way- learning how to live in love. I see some of you this comes by creating your dream family of chosen loved ones or expanding your own. The idea, however to the angelic forces is that your next accomplishment is a canon event of you taking the journey to not only find love but truly understand it, by learning about yourself and the human experience.

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

Pile 2- "Temperance is a tree which as for its root very little contentment, and for its fruit calm and peace." - Buddha

 3 of Wands, Temperance, 7 of Pentacles, 6 of Swords

Your next accomplishment will be finding balance and illumination in your life. You are growing into a maturity that should not be taken lightly. If you do not see this as an accomplishment, then you are in the beginning stages of a long journey. I say so because the energy has condensed, swirled, taken shape, broken down, and reformed over time. How interesting that the image you chose directly reflects what I am picking up for you. I see a chosen path of releasing burdens like the figure releases doves into the dark sky as their inner light illuminates their environment by casting out the shadow. This image is a perfect representation of temperance to me. What’s great is that this energy that has been patiently tended to and transmuted will solidify your manifestations into physical reality. If you have been trying to manifest a specific primary life-changing goal- it’s not that it isn’t meant to be; it’s that big things like your dream require a mastery of manifestation. This means doing precisely what I described: learning to embody and work with temperance energy through energetic balance and inner illumination. Once you do so, you’ll find yourself on the other side of the ocean where your desire is. 

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

Pile 3- "You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however." - Richard Bach

Hierophant, Ace of Pentacles, Magician, 3 of Pentacles

 Your next accomplishment will be receiving your manifestation due to your resilience and strength! Your faith in the divine and your open heart will lead you to get what you want. Again, this is an accomplishment in the angelic realm because whether you agree or not, many people give up on actively manifesting their desires. It takes natural spiritual resilience and fortitude to trust in the unseen’s ability to deliver a gift that will fulfill you and ignite joy and satisfaction in your life. Some of you feel you’ve been breadcrumbed in this process, which has been a test. In this process, when people get a little taste of what they want, but it obviously isn’t the entire thing, they instantly throw a tantrum. Masters don’t get caught up in their senses and assumptions. They keep doing what they’re doing, knowing their manifestation will come in due time, wholly and completely. At the same time, they offer gratitude for what they receive along the way. This is what you have done. You continued working, physically and spiritually, diligently towards your goal- and in turn, you crossed the finish line. The angels applaud you!

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

Pile 4- "The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about." - Unknown

6 of Cups, The Star, Death, The Sun

 Your next accomplishment is the mastery of chaos and change! You may have suffered through a troubled past with trauma after trauma. With that, I see a person who has developed the ability to move forward with determination and tremendous willpower. Once you reach this next accomplishment, you understand that everything is never as wrong as it seems and that the only thing you can control is yourself. So when facing obstacles in the future, you set a strong & healthy, energetic boundary around yourself. Opinions do not matter to you, only your own and the view of The Creator. Past opportunities are not for you to cling to when the going gets tough and your reality is tested- your only job is to protect your energy, be patient and wait for The Creator’s green light. A spiritual flame has been ignited from all the breakdowns and breakthroughs. You have forgiven but not forgotten. You celebrate, but you show gratitude for the darkness. Your next accomplishment recognizes you as one of the rare few who can not only shift and change through any challenge, seemingly without falling apart, but even run directly into the storm unphased but amazingly transformed. 

Thank you for allowing me to read for you. 🕊️🌙✨

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #pac #pac tarot #divination #tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarotblr #tarot community #free tarot #intuitive readings #angel reading #the art does not belong to me

[angularbean]

Cupid's Chokehold [Adam x Fallen Angel! Reader]

"My bitch's hotter than yours."

Word spreads around heaven like wildfire, it doesn't help how big mouthed Adam is. Which he argues is one of his best qualities, among varies of other things; he would say with a wink.

The winners couldn't help but be baffled how Adam managed to snag a pretty thing like you. You were practically the epitome of an angel. He was just, well, Adam.

Ethereal and graceful. Almost always perfect. Almost.

To him, Adam loved you most when you weren't. He loved when strands of hair are out of place. He'd purposely rustle your hair to fuck with you. Not because it reminded him of certain activities; yeah that's exactly why and he knew it.

You always remained calm and collected, but the few times you let your emotions go haywire, Adam reveled in it. Ooh, especially when you got mad. He loved to rile you up. Always purposely trying to upset you, though never serious, he couldn't help it. The way your brows furrowed, eyes glaring, jaw clenched, wings fluffed up... it was always a looong night when you fought.

He especially loved how you looked when you woke up.

So disheveled, imperfect.

Hair frizzed and tussled. Your eyes clouded with sleep. The pretty, little night gown you would wear to sleep falling off your shoulders. He was no better than a sinner.

"Your tits look amazing, babe."

Adam wiggled his brows which earned a soft smack to his shoulder.

Oddly enough, the two of you were almost polar opposites. You were a free thinker; often challenging Heaven's morals. Adam, the commander of the well hidden Exorcists, liked the way Heaven ran.

When Adam's loose lips revealed the extermination plot and you were furious. Much to the dismay to Adam, but doing wonders for his hormones.

You challenged Sera. Heaven is supposed to be peaceful and pure. What they were doing to those poor sinners was wrong. The rest of Heaven should be made aware of this ploy. You threaten Sera; to blow her little operation wide open.

"Do you wish to be cast out just as Lucifer?"

Sera challenged, her voice calm, but the anger in her eyes apparent. Nothing more was said. You wouldn't accept this.

You made your way to the little home you and Adam shared. He had been carelessly lounging on the couch when you announced withdrawal from Heaven.

Adam quickly sat up, spitting out whatever he had been drinking.

"What the fuck? Do you have shit for brains, babe?”

He grabbed your hand leading you to his lap, motioning for you to sit. Which you hesitantly did.

"I know you don't like this, sugar tits, but you don't have to like it. You just have to let it happen. Just stay here with me."

He moved to press a kiss to your cheek. His lips met your hand instead.

"I can't stand by this, Adam. It's not right."

You stood, turning away from him. "I have to leave."

But that was eons ago.

You still loved Adam, and he you. Despite your differences, your love still managed to bloom. He'd visit you in Hell as much as possible, especially on the eve of the exterminations.

The angel missed you, more than he would ever admit. He wished you would just come back to Heaven with him, but he respected your wishes; much to his dismay. That's what he loved about you. How strong-willed you are, always standing for what you believe is right.

Adam always tried to make it up to you. Even though he was more than trilled to execute extermination day; he hated the way they made you feel. Muttering "I'm sorry"'s as he peppered kisses on your skin.

He usually never laid hands on a sinner if it was possible, he even lowered the death quotas.

"It wouldn't be fun with them all dead, now would it? Dumbass."

Up in Heaven, the winners were absolutely baffled at yours and Adam's relationship. Opposites attract, I guess. But it was still a little fucking weird. The chokehold you had on that angel was insane; and he didn't want to be let go.

While away, Adam always had an excuse to bring you up. You were his precious little "angel" after all. He even carried a provocative polaroid of you in his wallet. Adam had absolutely no need for one, he could get whatever he wanted for no price. The wallet carried nothing but a picture of you.

Mid conversation, he'd pull out his wallet and whip out the photo of you.

"Hot as fuck right? Can't wait to tap that later."

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my first adam fic, hope y'all enjoyed! sorry if it's bit ooc(,:

#adam hazbin hotel x reader #adam imagines #hazbin hotel x reader

[st-el-la-luna]

It's Not Enough: Captain John Price x Reader

(sorry for vanishing I am mentally unwell)

An injury leaves the Task Force's Captain unable to do all that he usually does. You're more than happy to help.

NSFW 18+

➔ gn!reader ("you"/"your" pronouns, described as "pretty" once), Price is readers boss, pillow fucking, desperate almost subby Price

unedited, written on mobile in Spanish class

It wasn't fair to say that the mission went south. It's not like the Task Force failed it or anything. You guys secured the intel you needed and cleared the base no problem.

Except there was a problem. Your intel on the enemy operation had been spotty and it turns out the enemy was more prepared than you all had been lead to thought.

Sitting silently in the back of the truck you all quietly lick your wounds. Soap had been stabbed, "'tis just a scratch," he had announced before taking out three men with an improved explosive. (Ghost hit him for that one) (the Shakespeare reference. Not the bomb). Gaz and Ghost both were shot, the former in the knee and the latter, grazed on the neck by a bullet that very well could have killed him. You got a little too close to a grenade and now your ears are ringing and you're covered cuts and scrapes from the shrapnel, bits of metal still embedded in your skin.

Price got it the worst though. One of the enemy soldiers managed to sneak up on him. This hulking, unit of a man who made Ghost, Ghost, look like a gangly teen.

You always wondered how Ghost, being as big as he is, could move so quietly so quickly. This enemy soldier made you think that maybe you were just loud and slow.

Not a single person realized that the soldier was there until it was too late. He tackled Price, knocking the gun from his hands then threw him, literally threw him, like a doll, over the catwalk ledge.

Price was lucky though, in a sense, because he crashed to the ground close enough to you and Gaz that you could provide him cover.

He was unlucky, or maybe just stupid, because he tried to catch his fall. His fall from three stories up.

With his hands.

Never have you heard bones snap so loud.

You glance across the truck at him. He's breathing slowly and deliberately, self-soothing. His hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching occasionally, but otherwise motionless.

"Hey, look on the bright side, Captain," you say with a crooked grin, blinking away the blood dripping from a gash above your eye. "At least you won't have to do any paperwork for a while."

"Won't be able to jack off either," Soap adds with a crow of laughter. "Poor lil John's gonnae be black and blue... Won't even be able to feel the pain in yer hands over the straining of your–"

"That'll do!" Ghost snaps, ever the one to keep Soap in line.

It's quiet for the rest of the way back to base. It's quiet as you all head to medical for treatment. You're all drained, happy with a job well done, but exhausted from, well, everything.

Tired and sore, you decide to forgo dinner in order to catch some extra sleep. You're walking through the halls when you pass by Price's office.

The door is cracked open, which is unusual, and a rhythmic sound tumbles out into the hallway. A blend between panting and grunting.

He groans out a frustrated, "Fucking... Ah... Fucking hell!"

"Captain?" You ask hesitantly, knocking on the door. You hear shuffling inside, the rustling of cloth, soft jingle of metal. "I, uh... Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," he grits out, breathless and frustrated. "I'm just..." More rustling. "Fuck!"

"Can I come in?" You ask, already opening the door.

He doesn't say no. In fact, he doesn't say anything. Until you've got the door open and are left staring at the scene before you.

"I didn't want anyone seeing me like this..." He grumbles.

He's standing behind his desk, both hands and forearms in casts. He's struggling with a zip up hoodie, tangled in the fabric as he tries to put it on.

You fight back the urge to laugh and succeed. You fight back the urge to smile and fail. "Want some help with that, Captain?"

"Please."

This continues for the duration of his injury, him coming to you for help with tasks he can't do himself. For as long as he's in those casts, you're at his beck and call.

It's not uncommon for you to be called away from some mundane task to help the Captain with something equally mundane. But hey, at least you get to spend time with your Captain.

Your handsome, rugged, often flushed as of late, Captain.

You're captain whose casts you've wrapped before he can shower. Whose shirts you've helped put on. Whose hair you've brushed. Beard you've combed. Whose-

You keep having to tell yourself that this doesn't mean anything. The only reason he comes to you and no one else is because, well, he doesn't want anyone else seeing him like this.

So what if he blushes when you help secure his belt around his hips? Or when your fingers graze his neck as you button his collar. So what if once or twice while youve helped him dress your hand has brushed his cock (and oh, it's big), and it's jumped to attention. It's a natural reaction, really. Price never even mentions it. He's probably embarrassed. Ashamed. Nothing more to it.

But what if...?

No. You tell yourself sternly. Bad. That's your boss.

But...

He has been calling on you more. Has been standing closer. Leaning in when you speak. Burying his nose into your hair before you leave his room and inhaling through his nose, then shutting the door on you, leaving you a little dazed and more than a little confused in the hall.

Still. It doesn't mean anything. You've just never spent this much time with him. Maybe this is normal.

You're in the armory with Soap and Gaz when your phone goes off in your pocket. Price is calling.

"Captain?" You ask, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear as you continue to clean your rifle. "Everything okay?"

"I know I told you I wouldn't need anything until later, but I... I need your help," he says, his voice gruff and rumbling. "Now."

Soap mimes a blow job and Gaz snickers, shouldering him playfully.

"Could have called anyone, Captain," Soap calls out loud enough for Price to hear through the phone. "What is it you need help with that only our pretty little Corporal can do? Hmm?"

"Shut up, Soap," Price grumbles.

"Captain says to shut up, Johnny," you relay to Soap. He laughs.

"I need your help," Price repeats, his breath stuttering slightly.

"Alright," you say, setting the rifle down. "What with?"

"I'm..." his words are cut off by a groan and the sound of shuffling, followed by something clattering to the floor. "Fuck... I'm trying to..." He pauses, breathing heavy. "Tryna trim my beard and I.. Just get over here quick."

"Aye, sir. I'll be in your office soon."

"Not my office. My quarters."

You pause, holding the phone properly now. "I... Your quarters, Captain?"

Soap snickers, and thrusts his hips into the air a couple times. You flip him off.

"Yes," he says. "It's where I keep my products."

"Right, of course," you shake your head. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Good," he says, letting out a breathy sound through his nose. "I can't deal with this any longer..."

"Your beard has gotten scruffy," you muse.

"I... Just... Hurry." He hangs up.

"Getting out of work early again, huh?" Gaz asks with a grin. "Or should I say getting off work early?"

"Not you too," you whine, flipping the pair of them off as you leave the room.

You don't catch what Soap says, his words muffled by his accent and the closing door. Judging by the raucous laughter that breaks out when he's done, you figure that might be for the best.

You get to Price's room and knock, waiting a beat before turning the knob. "Hey, Captain, just a heads up, I've never actually trimmed a beard before but I–"

You stare at the scene before you with wide eyes, blood rushes to your cheeks as your jaw drops.

"Close the door," Price grunts, staring up at you from his place on the bed. On his knees, forearms braced against the mattress, his face red, jaw slack as he lets out rhythmic pants and groans.

You don't dwell on it. Instead, your attention is drawn to the clumsy, desperate movement of his hips as he ruts desperately against his pillow. His pillow which is covered in... Is that one of your workout shirts?

"I... Captain?!" You squeak in surprise, taking a slight step back.

"Soap was right," he grumbles, humping and grinding and moaning into the pillow. Into your shirt. Your shirt. This is happening. This is real. Price inhales deeply through his nose, his tongue lolling out. "Haven't... Haven't been able to... It's... I... It hurts, i... I thought this would... it worked before but i... It's not... not enough, I.. Help... Please."

Slowly, hesitantly, you shut and lock the door behind you. "Oh, so you've done this before?" You quirk a brow as you approach his bed. "Fucked into your pillow like a desperate whore thinking it was me?"

He whines, actually whines, and his hips falter for a second before speeding up. With each forward stroke of his hips you can catch a glimpse of his cock. Thick and red and painfully hard, dripping so much precum it looks like he's already cum before you got here. "Don't... Don't tease me, Corporal... Don't forget who's in charge here."

"Seems to me, Captain, that I'm the one in charge here," you hum, slowly kneeling on the bed. He looks up at you through his sweaty fringe, his breaths hot and wet when they fan against your skin. "I mean, you're the one who needs help, after all... You're the one whose job could be on the line... I doubt the higher ups would be thrilled to find you like this, all backed up and desperate for one of your soldiers?"

His eyelids flutter, he bites his lips muffling a growl that crescendos into a moan when you cradle his face. "Stop, I... I just... It hurts..."

"I'm sure it does," you hum sympathetically, running a hand through his hair. "Been too long, hasn't it?"

He keens and leans into your touch, drool dribbles from his lips. "I... Weeks, may, ah, maybe a month... Or longer... I-I need it... Please."

"Well, that just won't do," you tut, shaking your head in mock sympathy. You tighten your grip on his hair and he bows, arching his back like it's his job. "Just look at you, Captain..."

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He whines and you shush him gently, hand sliding from his hair to cup his jaw and chin, forcing him to look up at you. "Don't worry, Captain... I plan to do a lot more than just stare..."

Masterlist

#call of duty #cod mwii #cod #captain price #john price #captain john price #captain price x reader #price x reader #cod x reader #x reader

[hs-transfusion]

> EQUIUS ZAHHAK

HEMO: Gold (#A1A100) TROLLTAG: coarseToxophilia [CT] SIGN: Gemsagi, Sign of the Secure STRIFE: fistkind MODUS: Encryption LUNAR SWAY: Prospit MYTH. ROLE: Rogue of Light LAND: Land of Dusk and Mirrors

CT: > Neighbors really ought to mind their own f%%%ing business

If you need a master of CYBERSECURITY, you need Equius Zahhak. His encryptions are NIGH UNHACKABLE, his passwords are miles long, and everyone who tries to prove otherwise is SWIFTLY HUMILIATED. In an effort to compensate for his WEAK PHYSIQUE, he's developed a form of MARTIAL ARTS where he enhances his physical strength with his PSIONIC POWERS. Unfortunately this doesn't account for the fact that his bones are FAIRLY EASY TO BREAK if he doesn't operate with care.

In his spare time, he TROLLS INTERNET FORUMS, which is to say, he participates in them in a regular manner, since EVERYBODY TROLLS INTERNET FORUMS ON ALTERNIA. He'll never confess to it, but he also has a passion for EXOTIC HIGHBLOOD ART. He is extremely self conscious about this as he sees himself as UNWORTHY OF GAZING UPON THE MUSCLEBEASTS.

Equius' ENCRYPTION Fetch Modus functions exactly as it does in canon. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Equius' lusus is classified as the INVERTED CHIMEQUINE; a muscular beast with the BODY OF A TROLL and the HEAD OF A HOOFBEAST. It's essentially a REVERSE CENTAUR, with quite the POTTYMOUTH to boot.

The Land of DUSK AND MIRRORS is a world where the sky is ETERNALLY ORANGE, and the setting sun casts rays that BOUNCE FROM GLASS WALL TO GLASS WALL. Various puzzles around LODAM require aligning these rays, leading to CETUS' ultimate test: WHAT TIME IS IT on this temporally-locked planet?

Equius' ancestor is known as The HIVEMIND. The EMPRESS' PERSONAL HELMSMAN, he's tasked with SURVEILLING ALL OTHER HELMSMEN, watching for any signs of INSUBORDINATION. Rumour has it that he derives GREAT PLEASURE from watching others be drained of their life force.

#homestuck #transfusion au #equius zahhak #hiveswap #bloodswap

[txtaetertots]

hopelessly devoted. — choi beomgyu x fem!reader

status on-going (230619 - ?)

schedule whenever…

cw/genre swearing, twt humor bc twt humor, lots of bantering between friends, slowish burn ??, slice of life, romcom, probably gonna be corny hfdjjz, social media au w/ written parts, also pls ignore time stamps they're not important nor accurate lol

synopsis choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.

featuring le sserafim members, hanni (newjeans), bahiyyih (kep1er), ocs, and mentions of others

taglist CLOSED

profiles four and a half girls, the nba (benchwarmers), others

note my first social media au on tumblr !! hopefully it's an enjoyable read :')) i have so many ideas for txt aus i can't wait to share them! i'm most excited to share this beomgyu one so i hope you all enjoy ♡︎ - yuri

Acts

01. report and block soobin

02. nyu decision day

03. second review

04. spring production (written+)

05. i'm sandy

06. auditions (written)

07. cast list from hell

08. wtf mr. kim (written)

09. welcome to hell

10. first read through

11. perfect harmony (written+)

12. it’s just a little infatuation

13. it’s just coffee

14. annoying friends (written+)

15. cruel and unusual punishment

16. the deal

17. shameless

18. very interesting

19. it comes so naturally

20. awfully close

21. please believe me

22. predicament

23. nopenopenope

24. i’ll kick you

25. it’s just a kiss (written+)

26. it’s called method acting

27. long time no talk

28. apology(?)

29. focus on me (written)

30. beomie

31. i never said that

32. yeonjun and soojung

33. soulmates

34. you’re the one that i want (written)

35. mixed feelings

36. everybody talks

37. yunjin’s plan

38. baby jungie

39. i don’t feel so good

40. you’re not who i thought you were

41. i’m not a bad guy

42. yeonjun and beomgyu

43. one last date

44. best friends and brothers

45. my love

46. we’re done

47. last day

48. the promposal (written)

49. the aftermath

50. beomgyu’s aftermath

51. friends night

52. hiyyih tells all

53. regroup new plan

54. please forgive me

55. the truth comes out

56. operation: save yeonjun

57. getting ready

58. opening night (written)

59. yeonjun’s aftermath

60. the decision

#tomorrow x together #txt #beomgyu #soobin #yeonjun #taehyun #hueningkai #huening kai #txt scenarios #txt aus #txt au #txt social au #txt social media au #txt imagines #beomgyu x oc #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu au #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #beomgyu social media au #choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #txt socmed au #txt fluff #txt angst

[moonlightdreamzz]

Their first time going down on you <3 — Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and San.

→ warning! 18+. pure smut

Hongjoong

Everyone else around Joong was so obsessed with sex, and while he had memories of the pleasure it gave him in the past, what you two had was so much so deeper than that. He truly valued the connection you two had, to the point that making love to you was the last thing on his mind when he was with you.

He was too busy being obsessed with your contagious laugh and listening to all of the crazy things that happened in your day, everyday. He would be lying if he said the thought of worshipping your body never crossed his mind, but it didn’t linger for long.

You two had agreed that you weren’t going to rush it. When the time was right, you both would know. Of course, that didn’t mean he hadn’t planned exactly how he wanted it to be so that when that time came, it would be a night to remember.

For weeks the tension had become more and more intense. The subtle touches, the kisses that would lead to the beginning stages of making love, but the two of you would always stop each other - chuckling nervously as you pulled away each time. Hongjoong laughed at you because you always claimed innocent, yet the way you were just kissing him told a different story. You laughed at how red he always got, his hair sticking to his forehead already and the two of you still had your clothes on. He was so flustered.

Hongjoong didn’t want to let another situation like this happen and be unprepared. It was time for operation make love to Y/N to go into full effect.

All the reservations had been made, and his two days off as well as yours had been secured. He didn’t tell you where you were going, just that it was exactly what you needed to wind down. You both knew what that included, but you and Joong had the type of relationship where you didn’t have to say most things out loud to hear them.

You arrived, and the day went as planned. All night the two of you had been lingering touches in all the right places, and you knew you were already so wet when the real thing hadn’t even happened yet. The second the two of you got back to your hotel, the sexual tension in the room was thick enough to suffocate the both of you.

You stand at the edge of the bed, feeling as if it was your first time. You suppose that was a good thing. That was only more confirmation that you truly were so in love with him. You begin to get lost in your thoughts as you step out of your heels when you feel Hongjoong behind you. His boner pokes at your ass, and your knees practically collapse at the feeling.

He, at a painfully slow place, begins to unzip your dress, allowing his breath to do the work his lips would be doing soon enough. Chills covered your entire body at the feelings of your dress becoming a pool around your ankles.

The first order of business for Joong is to taste you. Being in the heat of the moment - it was as if every hidden craving he had for you was coming out at once. He couldn’t wait to see you unravel all because of him.

It was as if his tounge had a spell casted specifically to make your pussy cry from how good it felt. His hands are on so many places on your body. First your breasts, then your stomach, and then your legs to hold them by your ears as his tounge makes itself at home on your pearl.

He was so good. So many guys licked everywhere but where it actually felt good, but he knew. You could feel how wet you were getting. You knew you were going to cum, which was rare in the position you were currently in. He was being so careful, yet he was devouring you at the same time. He couldn’t help but moan for a multitude of reasons - the first being at how sexy you were. Your body was perfectly sculpted for him, every beauty mark a gift to him. Second, the trust you clearly had in him. There is not a tense muscle in your body as the sound of him slurping up your juices filled the room. The moonlight illuminated the entire room, causing every inch of your cocoa colored body to glow. He had to stop for a moment.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His mouth is covered in your juices. Your love for him is dripping from his lips, and his eyes are low as the two of you finally make eye contact. “I love you so much, baby. Your beauty is unmatched, do you know that?”

For some reason, your insecurities hit you. You want to respond back in an equally sexy way, but you can’t help but question did he really mean it? “Does it look okay? Does it taste okay?” You regret it the second you say it. This was not a moment to be insecure.

He chuckles right in your clit, refusing to break eye contact with you. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen baby. And I have never had a meal so good.” He takes a lick at the opening of your vagina for good measure.

“What does it taste like?” You mutter seductively, beginning to get in your zone.

“Like mine.” Is all he can say before face planting, starting where he left off. You have tears rolling down your cheeks as he’s eating as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever have.

His fingers become his tag team partner as he can sense you getting closer to your destination. His moans are just as load as yours, just muffled because he can’t take his nose out of your pussy. He never wanted to come up for air. He wanted to taste you everyday.

He’s fingering you and making love to your clit with his tounge - your beautiful cries of pleasure being his cheerleader to keep up the good work. He can hear you shouting that you’re about to cum.

“Mhm.” Is all he can chuckle before continuing, feeling your legs shake and your cum beginning to cover his face. You’re begging him to stop, but he can’t. He had found his new home. When he finally decides to let up, the first thing he does is kiss you, placing his tounge deep into your mouth. His hand caresses your inner though gently.

“See,” he smirks, “Mine.”

Wooyoung

He was so nervous and truthfully wasn’t sure if he could please you in the way he dreamed, yet, he couldn’t fight the intense craving he had for your taste no matter how hard he tried.

It was odd for Woo, because he had never felt the desire to put his mouth down south in his past relationships, if you could even call them that. Everybody knew that idols weren’t out here making love to one another. It was typically a little playing around that either stopped there, or led to quick sex. And he would be lying if he didn’t admit that the guys always got the better end of the deal.

He felt horrible, but he had never given anyone head before. Truthfully, he barely had any real experience in the first place even with his flirtatious nature. When he did mess around with people, they never asked him to do it, and he was too busy fondling in other places. He also lacked the motivation to do it anyway if he was being honest. That was so intimate.

But he just could not shake this feeling. Every time he looked at you, he wanted to lick you from your toes to the top of your head. He wanted to be face first in your pussy. He wanted your scent to linger in his nose for the rest of his life. His confidence though - you made him so shy. Usually he was the one that made people flustered, but not with you. He couldn’t hold eye contact with you even though you two had been together for months. When you touched him, no matter how innocent it was, his dick refused to stay down. He couldn’t hold in his desires anymore no matter what he tried.

It didn’t help that lately, the two of you had been getting friskier than normal. Wooyoung always had permission to touch you wherever. This included booty rubs, slapping your ass playfully, and kissing you all over - but he never did it with sexual intent. He was just so in love with you he wanted to be in your skin all day.

The two of you were in the midst of watching a movie - well, in better words, had pressed play. Both your eyes are on the screen, but Wooyoung is not watching a damn thing on your 60 inch flat screen. He was too distracted. Your signature scent wouldn’t allow him to focus. The way your breast teased the crease of his elbow already had his dick twitching.

He can’t do this anymore. He stares at you, and you turn and face him all the the same. This is what had been happening between the two of you lately; you would lock eyes, which would would then lead the two of you into a heated make out session before you both stopped. Tonight though, he knew something more was going to happen. It was the way you were practically drooling the second he started to slowly caress your elbow.

“Baby.” He utters.

“Yes.” You spill identically, as if the word is falling out of your mouth.

“I want to—can I—I need to taste you. Can I eat you out? Please.” He practically whimpers. He connects your forehead to yours, and the second he does, you’re falling back on your sofa.

Woo doesn’t hesitate. He begins to press soft kisses all the way down your body, stopping at your pink shorts that he knew you wore just for him. He sticks his nose directly at your pearl. Now he’s the one drooling.

The two of you had never gone this far, so he doesn’t know what to expect. He gently pulls your shorts down - kissing you through your panties when he feels his face getting moist. Fuck. You were so damn wet.

He sees you cover your face In embarrassment, and he swiftly removes your hands. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I wanna see your beautiful eyes looking at me while I make you cum.”

He’s acting cool, calm, and collected, but in reality he’s sweating his ass off. Remember, Wooyoung has never done this before. He pulls your panties down before saying one last thing.

“Y/N…I’ve never done this before, but I’m not stopping until your cum is all over my face.”

At first taste, he’s in love. As he continues to gently lick your clit, he’s studying you. You’re quivering as his tounge makes love to you.

“A little more pressure.” You whisper, grabbing his head and doing it for him.

“Don’t let go.” He instructs. He’s falling in love with the way you tugging on his scalp feels.

He was already so obsessed with you, and this did nothing but make it so much more intense. Your tangy taste is his favorite flavor. He’s lapping everywhere, but realizes you love when he licks your clit.

You’re getting so fucking wet. Your gentle whimpers are encouraging him to keep going. He knows he’s not perfect, but he knows that he is pleasuring you.

I can’t lie, being his first time, Wooyoung is down there for awhile trying to figure out what makes you cum. You enjoy it though, because his tongue feels so damn good swirling around your clit. The sight of him so eager to make you feel good…you knew this night was going to end with more than head.

San

His entire body was raging at the sight of you and him. For the past 15 minutes, he had a front row seat to you two having so much in common, making eachother laugh so hard you could barely stand, and the subtle touches your “friend” gave you.

San wasn’t stupid. He knew the game. This guy wanted you, and he hated that he was allowing what he was seeing to infiltrate his thoughts so much, but he couldn’t help it. You were his girl. You belonged to him - every inch of you, and he knows he usually kept it light and innocent between the two of you, but it’s as if you’re begging for him to show you a side of him that would leave you speechless when you do this in front of him.

Even in this moment of irritation, he can’t be upset with you. If anything, he was oddly turned on. He had been fantasizing too much these days about coming home, stressing oozing from his head to his toes. He would see you, and immediately pick you up - devouring your pussy to calm him down and fucking you until tears were in your eyes to keep the edge off.

You didn’t know exactly what was bothering your boyfriend, but you knew jealousy was the culprit. The entire card ride home he was silent, but the right hand that was placed on your left thigh was a telling that he wasn’t angry with you. You had no idea what to expect when you walked into your apartment. Did he just need time to calm down? Maybe it wasn’t something you did? No, it had to be. He was fine before you ran into one of your co workers.

The second you walk into your home, you break the silence.

“Baby…”

He’s silent. It’s actually deafening how quiet it is in your humble abode - the only thing that could be heard if you listen close enough being the sexual tension that was coming up for air.

He was so sexy when he was like this. It was rare that you saw this side of him - the intense glare, the heavy breathing, his knee bouncing up and down uncontrollably. You just wanted to jump on his face. But, there was no need to have such a fantasy right now. The two of you, although you had been getting slightly more physical, had a long way to go before his tongue found it’s way into your hole.

You truthfully weren’t really sure how experienced San even was. You knew he wasn’t a virgin, but head? You had no idea if he had even given it to anyone before.

You walk right in between his legs, and his bouncing becomes more intense. You have no recollection of how you got in your next position. One minute you were standing in front of him, and the next you were on the floor, and you and San were making out. He’s removing his shirt, and unzipping your jeans so his fingers can find your clothed clit.

So he was jealous. You can’t help but chuckle into his mouth at the intensity of the moment. You were already pooling, and you hadn’t been in this position long. You had no idea that San could even get like this. Sure, on stage he was definitely sexy, but there was a part of you that thought that was just a persona. The way he’s leaving marks on your neck is telling you that it’s real as fuck.

“Do you know how much I love you? Huh?” San questions as he pulls your shorts down. “I love you so fucking much.” He’s kissing down your belly now, scooting down to get in position and your brain feels nauseous. Was he about to?

I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Taste you. Feel you grinding on my face because I do this shit so good. Why do you love making me so jealous?”

You truthfully had no intentions of making him jealous, but if you were anything, you were a damn tease.

“Because I knew it would finally have you face first in my pussy.”

You didn’t know what saying that would do, but you’re glad you said it because he follows your instructions perfectly.

It’s like the world is about to end the way his licking you. You were always terrified when you got head for the first time because you had been disappointed so many times. People always talked up such a big game, just to have you rolling your eyes in annoyance, not pleasure.

But not San. This is the best head you’ve ever gotten and he had just started. Both his hands are placed on your inner thighs as he moistens your already wet pussy. You can tell he genuinely loves how you taste by the way that he sampling you.

You taste so fucking good. He never had any doubt you would, but there’s a difference between a dream and living in it. It’s so good that he has to switch the angle. He moves to a side position so that he has perfect access to your clit. He switches from licking it like a lollipop, to placing his mouth directly on it so that if someone was watching, the wouldn’t even be able to see what his tongue was doing to you. Your moans and attempt to hold him back would be the only thing to indicate how good he was making you feel in this moment.

San doesn’t hesitate to put a finger in. He knows the game. Penetration + focusing on the clit was the key to making a girl cum from head. His fingers move in a wave-like motion inside your pussy, which is soaking. His entire hand is quite literally covered in your juice. He takes it out for a second just to taste you. He slaps your ass before putting his fingers back in you.

“This is my pussy.” He sounds like he’s underwater. I mean, technically speaking, he kinda was.

“It’s your pussy, San.” He loves that you said his real name, and not baby in this moment. It made him feel so fucking official. Like he really owned you.

He eats and eats and eats, to the point where you know that you’re about to leak all over his sculpted nose. You know that’s what he wants though. You’re whimpering at this point, and he’s looking right at you the minute you open your eyes to really see the magic he’s working on your clit. You can’t help it - you begin to hump his fingers and face just like you fantasized.

There it is. The build up. San knows it too because his fingers start curling faster and his licks are slow, but filled with pressure. His tongue is swirling on your clit so perfectly it’s making you dizzy.

“Mhm.” He all he can manage. He can barely breathe but he doesn’t care.

“San—fuck!” Your body shakes at the intense orgasm you’re having right now, but he doesn’t stop. You’re pushing his head away, but he doesn’t stop. It isn’t until your shaking calms down that he finally lifts his head — a cocky look in his eye. He licks every inch of cum from your pussy, kissing you immediately after.

“You think he could eat you like that? Huh? Sexy ass.” He kisses you again. “No one will ever make you do that but me. You’re mine.”

“Where did you learn that at?” You can barely breathe, but you manage to get the sentence out.

→ authors note: happy holidays. hehehehehe 🤭🎄. i have been writing a lot of smut, but I promise my next work of art will be very fluffy! i’m not even filthy fr. i do this for y’all. 👀

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