thinking about being a new lieutenant working with laswell and getting to meet her a-team, tf141, and immediately clashing with your equivalent. that other lieutenant that wears a fucking costume and glares whenever he sees you, simon fucking riley. (kinda dark, 18+)
you hate him. you hate how good he does in the field. it sickens you when you see how every knife he throws hits its target with disgustingly perfect accuracy. you sneer when he aims his rifle, each bullet going exactly where he wants it to go because he's that fucking good, look at him, big man with a big fucking head and a big--
god, it's so frustrating to be out here for so long. on a cot, so far away from everything, reporting back to laswell and then spending time with a task force who is so intelligent on the field but shares one fucking brain cell off of it.
and it's so lonely. it's so lonely, and you feel so far away, and when you show up in front of ghost's room that evening, you don't even exchange words as he steps aside, letting you slink into the dark of it. you don't speak as he crowds you against the door, as he pushes you up against it, when he reveals the lower half of his face so he can kiss you and taste you in every way he's wanted to since he met you. you're so fucking annoying, you crawl under his skin, and when he tastes you, he sucks, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth as he tugs his cargo pants just under his cock and hoists you up around his waist.
it's just stress relief, you tell yourself as he fucks you against the rattling door. i just need a little relief, is what you say to yourself as he mumbles against yours lips, gripping the fat of your hips in his big hands and putting his cock to good use. he's not gentle, but you don't want him to be. he's too good at what he does, you were hoping he would have fault in one fucking area of his life, but even like this, he shows you just how well he fucks and just how big he really is, everywhere.
please, please, please--! you beg. he snickers, and it's mean, and he's sucking a warm bruise into your neck when he mutters, "tha'sit, swee'eart. we both know who's really in charge, eh? yeah--yeah, good girl--y'r such a good girl--"
and you are. cum soaked thighs, your mouth still on his when he finally comes, grunting as he fills you so full, it's dripping onto your thighs, onto his, dampening the clothes neither of you bothered to take off. and when you leave, you tell yourself this will never happen again, that ghost will keep this a secret because he hates you just as much, that ghost is discreet and quiet and values his privacy, and if you don't speak of this again, neither will he. it suddenly comforts you how closed off he is.
so it does surprise you when the next morning comes, and you go to sit with your team to eat, that ghost snarls when you try and take a seat beside him. you expect this to be a rude gesture, but you squeak when he grips you around the waist and forces you into his lap. you stiffen, but his sergeants barely bat an eye. the braid of your hair is yanked backwards, and you gasp when you feel his breath against your ear, even through the mask.
"the casual shaggin' sort of deal? not m'thing, luvvie. now eat y'r breckie, swee'eart, 'm fuckin' hungry, and 'm not very patient."
he used to think having one of his sergeant's underneath him was the kind of power-play that got him right off.
wrong.
nothing like fucking a pretty little lieutenant good enough she can't fucking remember how to speak.
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An apparently unpopular opinion: disabled people can have and do their hobbies. They deserve to have fun. They deserve to live their lives.
Their inability to do some things (like work, for example) does not mean they should be judged for… idk hanging out with their friends or to going outside. After all, having interests outside of work is often essential to our mental and physical health OUTSIDE of our disability.
And also *you might want to sit down for this* disabled people know what’s disabling for them (unless they people-please or push through due to necessity or survival of some sort). Disabilities don’t have to be visible or persistent to be disabling.
So yeah - my declaration: if an activity you want to do feels good and you’re able to do it, then do it. REGARDLESS OF YOUR DISABILITY WITH OTHER THINGS.
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my attempt at compiling all the ways etho's desk setup is fucked up
Monitor: according to something he said in one of beef's starblight desert videos, etho's monitor goes black and silent every 30 seconds or so (likely fixed by now since it was a while ago, so take this with a grain of salt)
Headphones (oh god): two pairs of headphones both broken, with tissues as padding and leaky glue since they snapped
He is currently using a pair of earbuds.
Keyboard (oh god AGAIN): is located about 12 inches (~30cm) away from the front of his desk. old keyboard was used so much the WASD keys all broke, has spilt at least 5 drinks of various types on it. Replaced keyboard in 2014 and still has the same one. Spacebar broken and hypersensitive. Cannot see keys well at all due to...
Mic: is in a tissue box (that is like 5 years old). Box matches his desk at least, and is still in good condition? Apparently?? There are tissues in the box still. I think he said in a let's play episode that it's so close to his face he can't move much bc he'll hit it
Mouse: relatively old mouse, uses it sideways in front of his keyboard. Elbow bent weirdly. No mousepad
Desk itself: Is as his shoulder level. Since his chair is at the lowest setting. Is made of metal but "has a nice fancy wood finish".
Posture: his elbows are out to the sides and resting on the desk so that he doesn't get tired. His right wrist isn't bent at the usual angle because of the sideways mouse thing but IS IT REALLY WORTH THE REST (he is very tall so this is easier)
Tango tried to recreate the setup! Etho said it was close but not exact, his desk is at a different level so thats about it
Image IDs in alt
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that trend where you secretly record your boyfriend being cuddly with bokuto but instead of getting embarrassed—him mumbling what he did today as he buries his face into your hoodie and holds your hand—he thinks you're taking a photo at and smiles. and then you laugh and tell him it's a video and he just goes "oh. hi!" and waves. and then you laugh again which confuses him, but you tell him it's nothing and to carry on, so he does. (—huh? okay. and then shoyo was like washaaa and i was like—)
but it works with guys who aren't usually super affectionate too. iwaizumi has his back turned to you as he cooks breakfast (he's got those flannel pajama pants and a tank top on), talking but freezing when he turns to spot you with your phone in hand and smile on your face. "what are you doing?" "recording my handsome boyfriend cooking for me?" and hajime's grip on the spatula tightens just for a second at the compliment before he rolls his eyes and comes to pinch your cheek. "you better stop or your handsome boyfriend will make sure yours is burnt." (it isn't burnt) (it's cooked exactly how you like it)
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thinking about chan being the sweetest boy ever in bed. :( if he's not being rough with you and treating you like his own personal fuck doll, he's definitely the ultimate pleasure dom and doesn't stop making you cum until he's sure you're completely satisfied cause your pleasure is his pleasure as well!! he loves making you cum as many times as possible even if he doesn't cum himself, cause it's just a natural thing for him to be able to last longer. and he knows you're just so sensitive that sometimes even the slightest stimulation will already have you squirming, pushing you so close to the edge, but he finds that so endearing about you.
in his mind you're just the cutest thing ever when you pout up at him and say "i can try to hold off for you this time" in that little fucked out voice of yours. sweet. you're so sweet. he'd shake his head and chuckle softly, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and giving you the most tender kiss on your lips before snapping his hips against yours suddenly, relishing in the way you jolt and squeal, your walls quivering around his cock with your already impending orgasm. he knows you won't be able to hold off any longer no matter how hard you try, but he loves you so much for wanting to just for him.
"nah, nah, 'ts all good. go ahead n cum, baby. i got no problem with that."
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