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onlyinmy-ass · 8 days
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Curled up at your side with a gag in my mouth and a plug in my ass as we just sit together and cuddle 🥺
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bigassmoonchild · 7 months
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it is i again
since that anon with the crochet request gave me an idea
can we have the 141 reaction to wool stockpile
i once had over 350 spare balls of wool { down to like 50 now} and my current partner was concerned
tumblr didn’t delete any of it this time 🥳🥳. thank you so much for the request, i actually really enjoyed writing this!!
much love queen 🫶🫶
(the 141 and you are already dating bc i said so)
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:
it wasn’t often he was able to come by your home, considering you lived a bit further than he usually likes to drive after a mission. but there were a few times when he was able to, although he was still growing comfortable in the house. like a stray cat.
you’d been making some cookies, as simon had brought over some food he’d made earlier in the day. ‘hey si, can you grab me a new shirt? i got some egg on this one,’ you asked him, washing your hands after handling said eggs.
he gave you a little grunt of affirmation, standing and entering your room. in front of your dresser, he stood for a few moments contemplating which drawer your shirts were in.
opening the top, he was quick to close it after seeing a few lacy items. the next one down gave him a better look, but as he reached for one of the shirts he noticed something sticking out from under one.
picking up the shirt, he blinked a few times while staring at the balls of wool (or was it yarn?) that filled the entire drawer.
‘hey doll,’ he called down, leaning around the door frame. you gave him a hum, looking up front where you began putting the dough on the tray. ‘why do you ‘ave so much yarn?’
‘it’s wool,’ you answered, wiping your hands off on the towel nearby and walking to the room. ‘you weren’t really supposed to see all that,’ your face was flushed and you grabbed one of the shirts on top.
closing it, he looked around. ‘you’ve got anymore interesting things hidden around here?’ he asked you, beginning to dig through some drawers and the closet.
huffing a laugh, you smiled softly after changing shirts. god, he was a stray cat who was finally getting comfortable.
Captain John Price:
most days price was on leave, you would be over by his flat. most days price wasn’t on leave, you were over there. you’d been dating nearly a year at this point, and he’d finally asked you to move in.
he was helping pack up your essentials, taking some time to watch you tape up the boxes you’d already organized. he had taken care of the kitchen, finding any utensils he didn’t have and stashing them in a box.
you’d also needed him to just clear the top shelf.
by the time it was getting late, he was grabbing the last box left. the movers would be in for the rest of the bigger items the next day, but this box was oddly light for it’s size.
‘hey love, what’s in this one?’ he called out, dropping in front of the door. you had just come around from the bathroom, peeking at what he’d grabbed.
he saw your eyes widen and you moved quickly towards it. ‘hey, no, if this is in my flat i should know what’s in it,’ he pulled you into a tight hug and spun you around, stopping you from getting the box and listening to your laugh.
looking down at you, he gave a cheeky smile. ‘is it what i’m thinking it is?’ you pushed away from him, huffing at him. you stood as he pulled the tape off, rather excited at what he’d find.
‘oh,’ he sounded so sad as he looked upon the box full of wool. ‘that’s not as interesting as i thought,’ and he closed the box. it was embarrassing to you, having him see your stash like that.
he didn’t need to know about the small box you’d hidden in the box of bedding.
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:
the mission was a long one. tiring and grueling, all he wanted was to fall into bed next to you back in his apartment. when he came upon his door, he’d noticed a package waiting there.
thinking nothing of it, gaz brought it in and began to open it up before you’d come barreling out of the bedroom.
‘kyle!’ you shouted, lunging for a hug that he willingly pulled you into and swung you back and forth in his arms. pressing his head deep into your neck, he sighed heavily.
muffled by your hair and skin, he gave you a small greeting. ‘you order something?’ he huffed through your hair. you gave a little hum before looking upon the box and scrambling to grab it.
‘maybe,’ you whispered and nearly disappeared with the box, with how tired gaz was he didn’t think anything of it.
he always woke up before you, and allowed himself the pleasure of watching you sleep. he softly ran his fingers along your skin, feeling the warmth spread through him.
standing, gaz took a deep breath and ventured to the kitchen to make you a coffee. as he was making it, he caught the box out of the corner of his eye. sitting in the office.
carefully, to avoid waking you, he walked over to it and peeked inside. what he wasn’t expecting was a box filled past the brim with wool and yarn. pretty colors mixed together, the texture soft against his calloused hands.
he heard your footsteps grow closer. ‘i’m sorry,’ you whispered. ‘didn’t mean to order that much, didn’t notice until after they’d shipped it,’ you told him.
pulling you into a hug, he pressed a kiss to your temple. ‘y’can buy all the wool in the world and i wouldn’t think anything of it,’ you gave him a little laugh at that.
Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish:
while you weren’t yet living together, he practically lived in your apartment. when he was on leave, your place was the first he would go to. ‘gotta make sure my girl knows when i’m available,’ he told you once when you’d asked.
one early morning, just before the sun was fully risen, he had been able to finally get away to come to you. he checked your mail, as per usual, before grabbing the large (but surprisingly light) box.
taking the stairs two at a time, he was able to unlock the door and walk in, greeting the little cat you’d adopted off the streets. dropping the box on the table, he kicked his boots off and walked in your room.
just watching for a few minutes, he admired how calm you looked. so, he climbed in and began pressing kisses against you, finally waking you.
‘hi, bug,’ you whispered softly. leaning up to give him a little kiss and lazily opening your eyes. he smiled at you, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before climbing back out of bed.
‘y’got a package, bug,’ he told you and you hummed, stretching along the bed. you met him in the main kitchen area, tugging the tape off of the box and throwing a few balls of wool on it.
and then more. and more. his brows furrowed, watching as you slowly dumped out each ball nearly one by one.
dropping the box off the table once it was done, you sat down and began organizing them into piles of colors. he watched on, slightly surprised but still adoring you as you moved.
he gestured to everything. ‘what’s all this for?’ he asked and watched as you blinked tiredly at him. you gave a little hum, rubbing your eyes softly.
‘j’s some projects i’ve got going on,’ you answered and began walking them into the art room. he followed suit, watching as you pulled a few baskets out of their spots and filled them with the colors.
johnny made a sound of surprise, looking at the amount you had. ‘christ, bug, i’d think you were hoarding them if i knew better,’ and you gave him a sleepy smile.
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ihearnocomplaints · 7 months
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Oh hey, look, a thing I wrote!
Must’ve fallen out of my pocket.
Hurt/Comfort for Y’all. Angsty i guess. Warning for blood and some suicidal tendencies.
Nothing too heavy I don’t think :]
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cat-gwyn-gunn · 2 days
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“Embrace your inner Darkle and then you won’t have to look for Sparkle.”
-My partner @sci-twi while I’m playing Princess Peach Showtime.
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noasmirrorball · 6 months
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in my head james would absolutely eat up movies like pitch perfect, he’d love shows like friends and gilmore girls and regulus would make fun of him for that but end up snuggling with him anyways while watching a whole season
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edgedfox · 2 years
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Thinking about laying in a Doms lap between their legs, my back to their chest while they rest their head on my shoulder and we watch tv. Every once in a while they glance away from the show to watch my hand as i softly rub at my boyclit. Turning my head to catch their eye when they scoff because i keep getting distracted by the show and stopping. Do I have to do everything for you, little prince? You’re so pathetic, I’ll help just this once. Wrapping their hand around mine and guiding me as we watch. When they get bored of that they gently help me sit on their cock and cockwarm them, kissing my cheek when i settle against them and telling me not to wiggle around too much.
(detrans/misgen, ageplay/ddlg, minors DNI)
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confusedartblog · 2 years
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So I was trying to figure out what the scholar dress outfit is and I had the thought that it could be like a Greek-style robe instead of the more typical scholar robe. Immediately had the thought that Wolfe would fucking hate it and Santi would love it
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lightupthemoon · 2 years
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While I get my shit together writing a new series I am working on, I have some stuff that was originally going to be part of The Effect You Got On Me that I could post as drabbles, anyone interested?
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moonlit-raeven · 2 years
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Warm days
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obeymeswdwritings · 2 years
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oh boy I have been hit with Excessively Gay Pining and I get the feeling that I’m about to get motivation to write
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heterorealism · 7 months
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Truck comes first and if there is any money left over the kids may eat. - Modern Consumer Patriarchy
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youwontloveit · 10 months
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wanna bake heart shaped bread together?
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fuckitydoodah · 1 year
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I sit on my neatly made bed: a little indentation. I smooth it out easily. Back to perfection.
My girlfriend sits on my neatly made bed: devastation. The blankets are askew. The pillows are crumpled. Wrinkles everywhere. Flex tape can’t fix that.
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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do you guys ever think abt what if mori made chuuya and dazai room together when they became partners instead of just having dazai live in a shipping container? bc i do.
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athkanna · 2 months
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taytei · 1 year
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trios of assholes are my favorite - especially of the sibling variety
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