#increased discharge

[justconstantly]

scrolling through ams journals and jumping for joy because an ocean model used the updated dai et al climatological river discharge data set. I am so boring

#to be clear #i like it this way #doing a model comaprison paper and like everybody uses dai et al 2009 #but they did a 2017 one and river discharge in the arctic has been increasing a lot lately so it's like #please for the love of god use the new one #and RARE finally did 🎉🎉 #i liked SODA (prev model by the same people) a lot too so im excited to see how RARE performs in the arctic #these tags are literally just for me. if you read these why. but also i love u #phd consuming my life hours

[rattusn0rvegicus]

Always weird to see other trans people advocate for medical gatekeeping of transition because some people may be "too unstable" or "too mentally ill" or "too uncertain of their identity" to transition - honestly it's so rooted in the idea that mentally ill people must be forced to get treatment because they're too sick to know they need help, that mentally ill people don't know what's good for them and thus should have their autonomy taken away from them.

Yeah, there are some people who benefit from forced treatment. And medical gatekeeping does weed out a few people who would detransition down the line. But both of these things do FAR more harm than good and should honestly not exist. Both involuntary treatment and withholding transition increase the general suicide risk, even if they help a few people. Involuntary treatment turns people off from seeking help in the future - people just learn to lie to their providers.

Additionally, mentally ill people should be allowed to make stupid mistakes. It's part of life. People can go into a tattoo parlor drunk and get a dick tattooed on their face (even if most artists wouldn't do that, some will). People can buy expensive cars and tank their credit scores, have sex with a bunch of people and get STDs, do all sorts of things that they "shouldn't" do that are objectively harmful to them.

Part of having freedom is having the freedom to fuck up and do stupid fucking shit that endangers your wellbeing. Including taking hormones when you really shouldn't. Including smoking or drinking or making dozens of other choices that harm you. The only time someone SHOULDN'T have the freedom to do something harmful is when it HARMS SOMEONE ELSE.

#That's just my two cents on the matter #I know it becomes complicated when it comes to things like suicide but like... involuntary commitment to today's psychiatric hospitals #INCREASES the suicide risk #And suicide risk goes up like 100x when people are discharged from the hospital #Which is multifactorial I'm sure but you can't tell me mistreatment from psych hospitals isn't part of it #And when it comes to detransitioners. Even mentally ill ppl who ''lack the insight'' to transition #They should still be allowed to make mistakes. Because A) they're still people who deserve freedom and B) lacking proper insight/judgement #is an incredibly subjective thing to state about a person #Transphobia #Gatekeeping #Suicide #Involuntary hospitalization

[kitkatscabinet]

Nothing fucks with my baby

Simon Riley x wife reader

Summary: Simon is the Earth orbiting your sun and he'll do anything to keep you safe and happy, even if that means resorting to bloody means.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: attempted non-con (not by Simon)

@ghosts-cyphera for you pookie, hope you enjoy!

Eight months. It’s been eight long, tortuous months since Simon saw you in person. Eight months of living off brief Skype calls interrupted by work schedules and shitty internet cutting out mid-call, an age since he’s touched you. Since he’s breathed in your scent and cradled you against his muscular chest, since he’s tasted you. Pictures of you weren’t enough, even if you’d gifted him a set of delectable Polaroids showcasing your gorgeous body decorated with black and white lingerie.  

Long deployments had never bothered him, not until you’d become the central part of his life. Simon was the Earth, orbiting your sun reverently and fervently. He’d worship you on his knees for eternity if that’s what you desired.

His appetite for you has always been ravenous, but his need for you has been greatly nourished after months of no contact. The door to your shared home swings open with a bang, the anticipation coursing through his veins diminishing his control in a way he knows you’ll scold him for. His bag is dropped carelessly in the foyer as he stalks through the space, a man on a mission to find you. Not even the weary exhaustion after months of shit sleep and shared communal spaces would deter him from his mission. 

You’re not in your home office or the bedroom and Simon’s frustration simmers under his skin as he marches straight back out the door. It’s only the knowledge that you’ll be devastated to have missed his surprise homecoming that tempers his annoyance. 

Ghost is beyond irritated by the time he arrives at your work, not necessarily at you, he knows how seriously you take your career, it’s one of the reasons he was so drawn to you. Once some lowly private had made a snide remark about you being the breadwinner, scoffing at Simon for letting his wife ‘emasculate’ him like that. It was only Price playing damage control that kept him from a dishonourable discharge that day. He had no regrets, especially after the incident taught people to keep your name out of their mouths. 

It’s late, well past working business hours when he keys into the building using the code you’d given specially for him. So it shouldn’t surprise him how empty it is, most of the lights turned off as he made his way to your office, but Simon hadn’t survived over a decade in the military without learning to trust his gut. A distinct uneasiness settles in his body, narrowed eyes surveying the space for anything out of the ordinary as he increases his pace to get to you. 

The light in your office is on, the door is left open carelessly and gives Simon a clear view of the sight of you bent over your desk trying not to cry as a man holds a gun to your head and fumbles with your sleek dress pants. Simon thought he knew rage, but any anger he’s ever felt is drowned in comparison to the sheer righteous fury that alights his veins. 

He closes the gap in record time, red filtering out the corners of his vision and spraying over his knuckles as he rips the interloper away and viciously lays into him. Any slurred words pleading for mercy are ignored and shut down as Simon’s fist renders the man’s mouth an inoperable bloody mess. 

His arm aches furiously by the time he pulls back, chest heaving with breaths that have long since been silenced from the scumbag that now lay dead on the floor of your office. It’s the sound of your shaky sobs that pulls Simon back from the brink, immediately darting towards you, shaky hands stained with blood cradling you against his bulk gently. 

He’s vibrating with an explosive cocktail of fury, fear, outrage and relief. You press yourself tighter against his chest like you’re trying to burrow into the safety of his ribcage. Simon can’t bring himself to speak, mouth dry and tongue heavy as he buries his face into the top of your head. The silence is broken by the shaky inhales of your rattling breaths and sobs. 

All too soon you’re pulling away, even when he fights to keep you safe and sound against his chest. “Simon? What… what’s going to happen with-” You try and turn your gaze towards the corpse staining your carpet but Simon prevents you with a hand grasping your jaw, preventing you from getting a glimpse at the carnage. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head darling, I’ll take care of it. But first, let's get you home yeah?” He walks you from the building to your car with a supportive arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you against his side before sliding you into the passenger seat of your car. It’s a testament to how shaken you are that you don’t protest, remaining silent and clutching the hand that grasps your thigh like a lifeline. 

It doesn’t take long to tuck you into bed, wrapping you tightly in the blanket like it will protect you from the horrors of the outside world. The adrenaline had faded from your body making way for the exhaustion. Simon doesn’t leave your side until he’s sure the clutches of sleep have pulled you under, and even then, it's with extreme hesitation that he stands and leaves the bedroom, reaching for his phone to make a call. 

Luckily, you don’t wake even once in the hours that follow as he waits for news of the cleanup. He spends that time alternating between checking in on you, watching you breathe peacefully and pacing the linoleum floors that you’d insisted on. 

A single knock on the front door pulls him from the spiral of thoughts that threatened to pull him further and further into darkness. He opens the door to an unimpressed Price, who pushes his way in with Gaz and Soap trailing after. Expectantly he stares at them, watching as Price lights a cigar and takes a long drag. 

“It’s done. Did you have to make such a mess though son?” It’s an innocuous enough comment but one that raises Ghost’s hackles anyway and he shoots a venomous glare at his captain that would never have been acceptable in any other circumstances. His shoulders tense and it takes everything in him to keep his voice somewhat level. 

“That fucker laid his hands on my wife!” He inhaled shakily as he remembered what he’d almost been too slow to prevent, unable to prevent the rise of volume as he yelled at his captain, “My wife! He’s lucky I didn’t paint the room with his insides!” The baritone of his booming snarl is loud enough that even Soap flinches slightly with widened eyes. 

There’s a tense silence but his captain nods, something like approval in his gaze before his eyes slide towards the right and Simon turns just in time to witness you call his name, voice hoarse with sleep and eyes red from tears. 

He crosses the space and curls you against him in record time, nonchalantly throwing a dismissive wave towards his team who simply nod in understanding and file back outside. “Were those the boys? You didn’t have to kick them out” you murmured though Simon was already hushing you, leading you back to bed with a firm hand on the small of your back. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout them lovie, they were leavin’ anyway” he waved away your concerns, finally kicking off his shoes, trapping you in his arms and pulling you down onto the mattress. You squeak at his actions, giggling as his stubble tickles the skin of your neck. 

Despite how pent-up and desperate for your touch he is, Simon makes no move to escalate the situation, settling you in his arms and simply breathing you in. Neither of you speak about the earlier incident, not willing to shatter the peace. Though Simon lets out the occasional hum when your hands trace gentle circles over his heart, focusing on the steady beat of his pulse beneath your palm. 

Inevitably the lingering emotions of the day would have to be dealt with, but not yet, Simon would allow himself to relish in the peace just a little longer.

#x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #kat’s writing #cod simon riley #simon riley

[andhumanslovedstories]

If there’s one thing I feel I can unambiguously brag about, it’s that I’m great with patients who are in pain crises. I’m tenacious and stubborn about lowering 10/10 pain to something more manageable. I got a patient in “25 out of 10” pain at start of shift down to a 4 by midnight and it only took opioids, Tylenol, muscle relaxants, ice packs, warm blankets, fresh coffee, repositioning, an abdominal binder I scrounged up, a phone call to the surgeon to get lidocaine patches ordered, and some serious chit chatting with the patient while we waited for all that to kick in. We didn’t end up needing IV medication, we didn’t have to increase opioids, we didn’t need to add any medication that would potentially delay discharge, and the majority of what I did is all stuff she can also do at home so it’s a sustainable pain management plan. This is my absolute favorite thing with nursing, I love love love managing pain, I know I talk about it a lot but it’s the most satisfying thing in the world. I love watching someone emerge from a horrendous haze of pain until they feel like a person again. Also I’m scheduling this to post well after my shift is done so that I don’t jinx anything, also while I was writing this post I had to take a quick break for two hours half way through because someone started having a seizure. My job is wild. I used to be a barista.

#nursing tag

[electronalytics]

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#Vanadium Flow Battery (VFB) Store Energy Market Demand Key Growth Opportunities #Development and Forecasts to 2017-2032 #The global vanadium flow battery (VFB) energy storage market has witnessed significant growth in recent years #driven by the increasing demand for reliable and sustainable energy storage solutions. #VFBs are a type of rechargeable flow battery that utilize vanadium ions in different oxidation states to store and release electrical energ #These batteries offer several advantages over traditional lithium-ion batteries #such as longer lifespan #high energy efficiency #and the ability to discharge and recharge simultaneously. #The VFB market is experiencing growing adoption in various sectors #including renewable energy integration #grid-scale energy storage #and off-grid applications. #The market is characterized by the presence of several key players #technological advancements #and ongoing research and development efforts to enhance battery performance and reduce costs. #Key points: #Growing renewable energy integration: The increasing penetration of renewable energy sources #such as solar and wind #has led to a higher demand for energy storage solutions. VFBs are well-suited for storing excess renewable energy for later use #contributing to grid stability and minimizing curtailment. #Grid-scale energy storage applications: VFBs are deployed in large-scale energy storage projects to provide grid stability #peak shaving #load balancing #and backup power. These batteries can store and release energy over extended durations #making them ideal for utility-scale applications. #Off-grid and remote applications: VFBs are also used in off-grid and remote areas #where a reliable power supply is crucial. They can be employed in microgrids #island communities #and remote industrial sites to ensure uninterrupted power availability.

[cesium-sheep]

dream about meeting someone at a bar who actually can do what I do, although they were talking like they were approaching it as a codified role and their scripts were still a little stiff/obvious.

she was excited about a different passion project when I woke up. I want to encourage her to do things she's passionate about but I do also want to be realistic about how well she actually knows the system she's looking to work.

#it's specific to va disability stuff #she had her initial claim managed for her while she was still in #and afaik didn't have to appeal or anything #and she still hasn't actually filed for increase #so her actual exposure to the system is. pretty minimal. #and the advice she's touting as Totally 100% Accurate from the vso at the hospital #is. counter to everything we know about disability application rejections. #I don't want her doing that to clients because 'no guys it'll totally work' #even though if she was plugged into the broader disabled community not just what trickles through me she may feel very different #because it's. common knowledge that initial applications get arbitrarily rejected most of the time. #or rather correction she didn't even need to have a claim filed on her behalf #she got a medical discharge which is a different process #so technically she has *no* exposure to the filing process I'm p sure #(aside from very distantly secondhand through me - she wasn't even home at the time of my initial filing) #(and I haven't been successful yet)

[roosterr]

Hi idk if you're accepting requests but I literally just read the amnesia fic, and I was wondering if I could request where reader suddenly remembers everything, and sprints around base trying to find them, and just jumps on them crying and apologizing for forgetting them. Just some really fluffy comfort? It's okay if you don't want to write this lol

the 141 when you have amnesia – p2

note: i have received your therapy bills :)

wc: 5.2k

warnings: still a bit angsty I'm sorry I couldn't resist, fluff, hurt/comfort, mild injury and blood, happy endings for all I promise

ao3

[part one]

price

✹ john thought your initial reaction was a good sign. you seemed to be taking things well, considering the extent of your injuries, and it was only a matter of time before your memories returned.

✹ your spirits are high when you're reintroduced to the team, and though you don't remember them either you do say they feel familiar, which he takes as a good sign for your recovery.

✹ when you're finally discharged, he takes you home, to the house that the two of you bought together. he shows you the photos of the two of you that decorate the walls, fondly retelling the stories of each one to you even though you were there, and these are your pictures.

✹ if you notice the way he chokes up when you get to your wedding photos, you don't say anything.

✹ like the true gentleman he is, he insists on sleeping on the sofa and leaving you to take the bed, despite your protests about it being his home too. even though you were receptive, he would never risk making you uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed when he was, essentially, a stranger.

✹ in all your years of marriage, he's never slept on the sofa before. the two of you rarely go to bed without each other, apart from the times you're separated by your job, and consequently he finds himself not getting much rest.

✹ you're still on leave while you're physically recovering from being in a coma, so john has to go to work without you every morning, something he also hasn't done since you got married. he wishes he could bring you with him anyway, just to have you near him, but he knows that's selfish and you still need time.

✹ the base is dull without you.

✹ again, he keeps up the appearance that he's okay, and maybe it's a little more true this time now that you're actually awake, but he still feels your absence like a weight on his shoulders.

✹ the other three are pleased amongst themselves about your recovery, gaz and soap constantly asking him how you are; and he knows they mean well, but it's still irritating because how could you be okay? you don't even remember your own husband, nothing about this is okay.

✹ he keeps his grievances to himself though. he's still their captain, he can't afford to fall apart when he still has a job to do.

✹ he's woken up one night by soft footsteps in the living room. his neck aches as his eyes snap open, every sense on high alert until he realises it's just you. a quiet grunt escapes him as he sits up, massaging his sore muscles from sleeping on the sofa.

✹ when the sound of muffled crying reaches his ears, he's immediately on his feet, his heart racing as he shuffles over to where you're standing with a hand covering your mouth.

✹ he presses a hand to your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. you don't look at him, your crying only increasing in volume now you're not worried about waking him.

✹ now that he's right next to you, he sees through the darkness that you're holding one of your wedding photos. it's his favourite picture, the one where he's lifting you with an arm around your waist and you're both gazing into each other's eyes with the most lovestruck expression on your faces.

✹ "i– i know i love you, so wh-why can't i just remember you?" you sputter in between sobs, and you might as well have just ripped his heart out of his chest, because he can't stop the way he breaks down at your words.

✹ john wraps both arms tightly around you, caging you to his chest and nestling your head into the crook of his shoulder while pressing his own tear-stained face into the top of your head.

✹ "it's alright, love–" his voice cracks pitifully, and he's never felt quite as hopeless as he does in this moment. "it'll be alright, you'll remember, i promise…"

✹ he's not sure who he's trying to convince, you or himself as you both sink to the floor in each other's embrace. you stay like that for hours, crying for your lost memory into the early morning.

✹ after that, he can't be bothered to pretend he's okay anymore.

✹ he starts drinking again, shamelessly in the middle of the day and grumbling at gaz and ghost when they wrestle the bottle away from him. he knows you'd disapprove, but the toll of lying to himself and everyone around him has caught up. all he wanted was his partner back, the love of his life, you.

✹ the others try to knock some sense into him, but talking to him becomes like going back and forth with a brick wall. gaz even gets kate on the phone to yell at him, but nothing seems to get through. he orders them to leave him alone, stop asking about you, and it really feels like he's lost hope.

✹ it goes on like this for a week straight, nearly a full month since you first woke up.

✹ and then one boring afternoon, there's a commotion outside his office. john hears cheers and shouts from down the corridor, but he can't bring himself to care enough to investigate.

✹ he's not in the mood to celebrate whatever it is they're cheering about anyway.

✹ john's just about to stand and yell at them to shut up, but then you're suddenly standing at his door, slamming it behind you as you rush over to his desk. his face must be the picture of surprise as he swivels in his chair to follow you as you approach, opening his legs for you to stand between them.

✹ his breath catches in his throat as you cup his face, your touch so tender it has his heart hammering against his sternum like the very first time you touched him all those years ago. he plants his hands firmly on your hips, too afraid of getting his hopes up to say a single word as he watches you get closer.

✹ your face hovers just above his, warm breath fanning over his face as you inch ever closer. he sees your eyes glistening before they flutter shut, brushing your lips against his with an anticipation that has his skin tingling.

✹ when you pull away, his eyes stay closed, but he can hear the smile in your voice when you whisper,

✹ "i remember you now."

✹ his heart might’ve actually stopped at your words, surprise shooting through him like a bolt of lightning as his eyes snap open.

✹ in a second, he's lifting you by the waist and dropping you onto his desk, uncaring for the various papers that he brushes out of the way to make room for you.

✹ he can't stop the overjoyed laugh that rumbles in his chest now he's the one standing between your legs, gripping your face and pushing his lips back against your with all the passion he's been bottling up during your recovery.

✹ you smile into the kiss too, wrapping your arms securely around his neck, running your fingers up his neck and through his hair. it feels like a weight has lifted, something heavy in the back of his mind finally dissipating and allowing him to relax into your hold.

✹ the two of you break away after a moment, keeping him close to you as you press your forehead to his. "i'm sorry that i ever forgot you."

✹ "i can think of a way you can make it up to me, love…"

gaz

✹ you're so apologetic about your amnesia, it breaks his heart all over again. what's worse is that he has no idea what to do; he doesn't want to try and force you to remember, that would just stress you out more, but he wants you to remember him so desperately he feels it ache in his bones.

✹ in the end, he decides to just let things play out. he wants you to recover at your own pace, and not just because of him and how he feels about you.

✹ he also doesn't say a word about your relationship, but with how he initially reacted, he's sure you got the idea. you don't mention it either, which admittedly hurts a little, but he's sure the confusion of waking up to having a boyfriend who's name you don't even know is worse than how he feels about it.

✹ kyle vows to take care of you the moment you're discharged. he takes you to your room, shows you where everything is, makes sure you know where he is should you ever need anything, and he even introduces you to the others again.

✹ you still remember your job and how to do it so, once you're physically well enough, you get right back to it. they carry on as normal, the rest of the taskforce – assimilating you back into their nights of drinking and fucking around as if you'd never left.

✹ kyle still doesn't feel right about it.

✹ he doesn't want to treat you like glass, because you're exactly the same as when he first met you. you're still quick-witted, stubborn, and one of the toughest people he knows, you just… don't know him.

✹ it kills him on the inside, but he stays strong for you; the last thing he wants is to become the mess of a man he was when you were out, he doesn't want you to see him like that. he sorely misses spending his nights with you, and talking endlessly about your days to each other. he sends you longing glances every time you look away, wondering if you'd ever feel the same again.

✹ if you can go back to living normally, why can't he?

✹ but as the weeks go by, kyle notices how you start to withdraw, the loneliness that blocks out the light in your eyes that he loves so much. you fade into the background of conversations, sticking to listening rather than engaging.

✹ you watch them from afar, and he still knows you well enough to know what's going through your head. feeling somehow like you belong and also like an outsider at the same time, wishing you could understand the inside jokes you were a part of.

✹ he wishes more than anything that there was something he could do – make you understand that you're wanted, and you're a valuable part of the team even without your memories, but any time he brings it up you simply brush him off with that far away look in your eyes.

✹ three weeks go by before anything changes.

✹ it's the first time in a while they finally have an afternoon off, so of course they decide to spend it playing football on one of the fields within the bounds of the base. soap and ghost on one team, gaz and the captain on the other, with you spectating and keeping score on the sidelines. 

✹ kyle offered to sit out if you wanted to play, but you'd brushed him off with the excuse of wanting to rest and read your book, laying out your jacket on the grass to sit on.

✹ he could tell you weren't all there, but he didn't know how to help you; so he just reassured you that you could call him over if you needed anything, and left you to guard his own jacket and water bottle before running off to join the game.

✹ the whole time he was sprinting around the field, he couldn't stop looking over to you over by the sidelines. he wasn't with it, he hadn't been since you woke up, really, and the others could tell.

✹ price abruptly calls half-time, clapping gaz on the shoulder and giving him a knowing look. "just talk to 'em, before it eats you alive." he chides, pushing him in your direction before he can think to protest.

✹ with a deep sigh and a glace backwards to the others, who shoo him away without a word, he jogs over to where you're sitting. the way the late afternoon sun hits you just right stops kyle dead in his tracks when he catches how it glows in your eyes. he feels a pull in his chest as he approaches you.

✹ you look up from your book as his shadow reaches you, shooting him a tiny smile as he drops himself next to you. he takes a swig from his water bottle as he catches his breath, extremely conscious of the way your teammates are pretending not to watch him while he comes up with the words.

✹ "so, who's winning then?" you ask, turning so you're facing him. he sees how your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.

✹ "aren't you supposed to be keepin' score?" kyle chuckles, shifting slightly closer to you as you look away with a bashful expression. he allows your hands to brush, wanting nothing more than to lock your fingers together.

✹ "i'm not really paying attention."

✹ there's a beat of silence and that helpless feeling is back as he watches you look back out to the field, where the others are still kicking the ball back and forth.

✹ "how you doin'?" he asks, keeping his voice low as he leans in even closer to you. your mouth opens to respond, that slightly off smile back on your face, but before you can he places his hand fully over yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "actually."

✹ you sigh, heavy and tired, and bring your gaze back over to his. "it's… hard." you begin, your eyes betraying the internal struggle. "and i'm… i know, before, we were–"

✹ he blinks and you're being sent over backwards by a football flying into your face with a smack that makes kyle's ears ring.

✹ immediately he's crouching over you, helping you sit back up and pressing the sleeve of his jacket to your nose, uncaring for the blood that stains it.

✹ "you alright?" he murmurs, gently holding your face as he inspects your nose. you nod, wincing at the movement, and take the sleeve of his jacket from him.

✹ once he's sure you're okay, his vision turns red with anger. it's pretty obvious who kicked the ball when he whips around to see soap kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands.

✹ "oi!" kyle shouts, sending him a deadly glare as he gets up. "soap, what the fuck!"

✹ the man in question looks up from his hands, an incredibly guilty look on his face. "i'm sorry pal! i dinnae ken what happened!"

✹ "just piss off, you prick!"

✹ kyle looks back to you, crouching down again with a concerned frown; but you're already looking at him, the silhouette of his own form reflected in your wide eyes. your nose is still dripping blood, but you drop his jacket and your hands to your lap anyway, mouth agape as you stare back at him.

✹ "what's wrong? are you–"

✹ you cut him off by tackling him to the ground with your arms around his neck, squeezing a surprised 'oof' from him as you land on top of his chest. one of his hands flies to your waist to steady you, the other carefully cradling your head.

✹ "i remember!" you cry, an elated laugh bubbling up as fresh tears wet your cheeks.

✹ kyle lets out a relieved laugh of his own, craning his neck to plant his lips firmly on yours with an infectious grin. in the background the others groan at the display of affection, but neither of you pay them any mind.

✹ eventually the two of you pull away, a wide smile still plastered on both of your faces as you get up from the grass. he pulls you in with the hand that still hasn't moved from your waist and leans to whisper in your ear,

✹ "fancy kickin' soap's arse?"

✹ "you read my mind."

soap

✹ johnny's enthusiastic with your recovery. anyone could've guessed that from the moment you woke up he'd be doting, eager to help you in any way you could need.

✹ yes, you didn't remember him, but be was just so ecstatic that you were okay – apart from the amnesia – that he couldn't find it in himself to be disappointed about it. you'd get your memories back soon enough, and then everything would go right back to the way it was.

✹ sometimes he gets a little carried away, forgets that while you are technically in a relationship, he's not much more than a stranger to you right now. more than once you end up having to ask him for some space because he's so incredibly touchy, and you're not sure how to handle it.

✹ you also request a temporary room to sleep in while you recover, separate from him. johnny's not sure how he feels about it.

✹ he feels that sinking feeling in his chest whenever you push him back with a hand on his chest, a polite smile tugging at your lips. it's disheartening, but he tries not to let it get to him. you'll remember soon, and then this will all be in the past.

✹ maybe you'll even laugh about it, how you could ever forget your wonderful boyfriend.

✹ he takes it upon himself to read up on amnesia, so he can better understand how to help you in any way you might need. once he learns that exposure to memories that you've lost can help your recovery, he eagerly convinces you to let him show you places that have meaning to you and your relationship with him.

✹ you agree, and he didn't actually need to do much convincing because you seem just as interested in the idea as him. he knocks on your door the following evening, offering you a single rose before whisking you away with a charming smile.

✹ he takes you on your first date all over again, with the same level of enthusiasm as before. he treats you to dinner at a relatively nice restaurant, telling you all about how the two of you got together in the first place, and memories you have together. he even orders you dessert, recalling with a chuckle how he accidentally guessed your favourite on your actual first date.

✹ once you both finish eating, he guides you by the hand to the canal for the second half of the date, a romantic moonlit stroll by the water. he pulls you close with an arm around your shoulders, meeting your eyes with a fond smile and a blush dusting his cheeks.

✹ "hold on…" you mutter, a pensive expression taking over your face as you stop walking. you turn to gaze at the water, seemingly working something out in your mind. "this… this is where gaz fell into the river that one time, right?"

✹ johnny's heart misses a beat, his eyes lighting up with renewed, excited hope as he grins at you. "you remember?"

✹ "a little, yeah," you smile, dropping your gaze and hands from his with a sorry scratch at the back of your neck. "the rest is still blank, though…"

✹ his smile falters, but he's quick to make sure you don't see his disappointment by pulling you into a reassuring hug. "that's still somethin'! you'll be good as new in nae time!"

✹ the next morning, he finds you and gaz in the rec room on one of the couches, talking animatedly with each other. that familiar shine is in your eyes, the sight johnny's been missing for the last few months. it makes his heart feel light, finally seeing you acting like your normal self again after so long.

✹ he approaches you both, watching you fondly as you talk and laugh with gaz, but his good mood is soured when you only briefly acknowledge his arrival when he sits down across from you, before resuming your conversation with gaz. his brow twitches downwards.

✹ gaz is one of your closest friends, and he’s glad you remembered him. he's happy that you got part of your memory back, even if it wasn't a part that included him.

✹ this was a good thing. you'd remember him soon, he was sure of it.

✹ a few more days pass until anything else notable happens. while you were in the gym together, you told him you felt a headache coming on, so he offered to walk you to the infirmary for some painkillers. the casual conversation you made on the way wouldn't have bothered him before, but he just couldn't shake the image of you and gaz being so comfortable, while he's still stuck on the outside.

✹ he doesn't say anything though. making you feel bad about it won't solve anything, and it's not like you're doing it on purpose, he knows you wouldn't do that to him. you were just excited to have a familiar face, that's all.

✹ while you're waiting for the medic on call, your head suddenly snaps to attention and you get that same pensive look on your face as that night by the river.

✹ "you got something?" johnny asks, bringing his hand up to rest on your upper back. he doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he can't help the way his heart flutters with optimism.

✹ you nod, a smile growing on your features. "i remember that time lt. dislocated my shoulder, and price basically forced him apologise to me," you laugh, thankfully facing away from johnny as his lips turn downwards, "god, he was pissed, it was honestly kinda funny."

✹ "what, uhm…" he lightly clears his throat, hoping you don't hear the dejection in his voice, "what about me?"

✹ you meet his eyes again with an apologetic shake of your head. "i'm sorry, soap…"

✹ "yer fine, it's–" he swallows thickly, waving you off with an exaggerated smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "this is good, it's progress."

✹ since then, he's given you more space. it's clear to him that his efforts aren't helping you remember him, it actually feels like it's having the opposite effect. of course, he's glad you remember your friends, but you still don't remember him – your own boyfriend.

✹ it's wrong, and he knows it is, but he's jealous.

✹ he has to watch you carry on like usual, without him. you haven't set foot in the room you used to share together since before you were comatose. he's done his best to disguise how much it hurts, but it still annoys him how no one else seems to notice how wrong it all is. the others don't need you like he does, they don't lay awake at night going over every moment, treasuring the time you called him yours, yearning with every fibre of his being to go back.

✹ it's been a month and a half since you woke up, six weeks of being so close yet so unbearably far from you. he prays to any god that will listen to bring you back to him, allow him to hold you in his arms once more, but nothing ever changes.

✹ the thread he's been hanging on by ever since you went down on that mission gone wrong is one more bad day away from snapping.

✹ he's approached by gaz one morning, while waiting for the others to begin training, who takes it upon himself to ask johnny about how you're recovering. when gaz teases him about how he was the first person you remembered, and johnny thinks he might just strangle him.

✹ "careful, soap, i might steal 'em away," gaz laughs, patting his shoulder with a camaraderie soap scoffs at.

✹ "shut the fuck up." he snarls, his face bunched in a strikingly out of character scowl. his hands twitch at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms.

✹ gaz blinks, his eyebrows shooting up, clearly taken aback by the hostility from his friend. "alright, i was only jokin', mate."

✹ "aye, well, i'm nae laughin'."

✹ the tension is stifling. he can tell gaz wants to say something more, but he holds his tongue – too worried about upsetting soap any further.

✹ they stand in silence with each other like that for a while, gaz watching him from the corner of his eye while he keeps his gaze firmly on the grass below him.

✹ thankfully, after not too long the uneasy atmosphere is interrupted by a shout from the direction of the building, "johnny!"

✹ his head snaps to attention to see you, grinning uncontrollably and sprinting towards him at full speed.

✹ "wha–" he's caught off guard by how you leap into his arms, hooking your arms around his neck as he stumbles backwards in surprise.

✹ before he has time to question your actions, you're smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss that has johnny's head spinning. he wastes no time in reciprocating, securing one arm around your waist and bringing the other to the back of your head, using it you press you impossibly closer to him as he groans into your mouth.

✹ you reluctantly pull away, just enough to take a shaky breath, but johnny's had stays put on the back of your head. "i'm sorry i forgot, i'm sorry…" you mumble against his lips, dragging your fingers through the unkempt hair of his mohawk.

✹ he drops his head into the juncture of you neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply the scent of you that he's gone so long without. he laughs into you, slightly delirious and just so overjoyed to have you in his arms again that feels his eyes sting with tears.

✹ "i've missed you, bonnie," he chuckles wetly, pressing his lips back to yours in another desperate kiss, "i've missed you so much,"

✹ "i'll never forget you again."

ghost

✹ he avoids you like the plague.

✹ or he tries to, at least. but truth be told, after spending so much time learning to be vulnerable around you and allowing you into his guarded heart, it's difficult to go back to being a stranger to you.

✹ that, and he doesn't actually want to.

✹ but he needs to. being around you, the love of his life, knowing that you don't remember him, it's like a knife stuck between his ribs. any time he's in the same room as you he finds himself fighting the urge to grab your hand, or press his forehead against you.

✹ he knows you don't want him anymore, the last thing you deserve is a giant of a man – who you're clearly afraid of, even if you won't say it – hanging around you like a shadow.

✹ you're still kind to him, because of course you are, checking in on him and trying to talk to him any opportunity you get. it's nice, sometimes he can even pretend everything is normal when he shares a laugh with you, but then he sees the hesitance in your eyes and he's brought back to the cold reality of the situation.

✹ the weeks drag like this, every fleeting look from you another bleeding wound on his heart.

✹ he keeps it together surprisingly well, all things considered, but the breaking point comes when you find him having a smoke one night, on a bench just outside the barracks.

✹ "simon?" your voice cuts through the silence, his eyes snapping to you as you sit down next to him. he takes another long drag from his cigarette as he watches you, uncertainty in your voice as you continue, "can you tell me about… me? and us?"

✹ no matter how much he thinks he should, he can't look away from your pleading gaze.

✹ "we… you're everything to me," simon mutters, dropping his cigarette and putting it out with the heel of his boot, "i've never felt the way i do with you before, you've helped me more than you could ever know…"

✹ his vision blurs with unshed tears. the sadness on your face starts and ache in his heart, the desire to take you into his arms and just hold you making his skin bristle.

✹ "you don't have to feel the same way, but…" he pulls the balaclava from his head, setting it on the bench in the space between you, bearing his face to you like he always does, "even if you never get your memory back, i'll always love you."

✹ the way you look at him makes it so incredibly difficult not to cry. your eyes are glassy and far away, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth with an expression that screams guilt – but it's not your fault, and he'd never blame you.

✹ you open your mouth to say something, but the words never materialise. the night stays silent, and simon expects it, but it still makes his bones ache with a heaviness that he knows he can't shake.

✹ he stands, picking up his balaclava, and walks quietly past you to the barracks door. there's no fleeting look, not this time. he disappears to his room without another word.

✹ he's not sure how much later it is when he hears a knock on his door. minutes, hours, it didn't matter. it all blends together now.

✹ when he doesn't bother to answer, whoever it is lets themselves in, shutting the door gently behind themselves. he sits up with the intention of chewing them out, but when he opens his eyes they land on your form, curled in on yourself and shuffling quickly over to him.

✹ you're here, in his room, with a face that looks like you've been crying for hours, puffy and tear-stained with bloodshot eyes.

✹ he almost thinks he's dreaming, but the warmth as you wrap your arms around him and bring his face to your chest is too real, too familiar. he brings his arms up  around your waist, releasing a shaky sigh into your skin as he squeezes you tighter against him.

✹ a few hot tears meet the top of his head as you whisper to him the words he's been waiting, longing to hear, rocking gently from side to side.

✹ "i remember, si."

✹ it feels like he can finally rest, like the state of being he's been living in for the last few months melts away with your touch and he feels safe again.

✹ with his grip around your waist, he hoists you onto his bed to lay back down with him, holding you tightly against his chest, your heart right beside his own racing one.

✹ you cradle his face again, pressing your lips to his face over and over, touching every inch of him with your love.

✹ "i'm sorry…" you whisper like a mantra, punctuating every kiss with an apology that makes his throat constrict with the raw emotion he feels. "i'm sorry,"

✹ "don't be…" he mirrors how you hold his face, tangling his legs with yours as he captures your mouth and pours every ounce of passion he has into the way he kisses you. "don't be, love."

#captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #141 x reader #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #roosterr writes

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Akola Corona Update | Increase of 14 positive patients in the district, 35 patients discharged

Akola Corona Update | Increase of 14 positive patients in the district, 35 patients discharged

File Photo Treatment continues on 82 patients Akola. 163 reports were received in the RTPCR test conducted for corona infection test from the laboratory of Government Medical College. In which the report of 14 patients has come positive in the laboratory report. 35 patients have been discharged. Similarly, treatment is going on on 82 active patients. This information has been given by the…

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[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Look guys, I'm tired of being subtle about this: repeated and increasing attempts to get me to answer edgy asks will be ignored.

I get it. You're a teen and you think that the best way to act like a grown-up is to be super into gore and dark themes. You discovered that your body is made of meat and it disgusts and intrigues you, so you've decided to smear that emotional discharge on any random passersby you can find in an attempt to make a connection.

But I don't need your blood-filled carnage mini-fanfics in my askbox. I don't want to read them, nor did I ever ask for them.

So go and talk to your friends about it. I get that it's super interesting, and it's an important developmental milestone, but I don't need to be a part of that.

#ive ignored the first five #everything after that it getting out of hand #find another outlet #i am not an outlet

[hwajin]

— slow it down, make it bouncy

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ✦ :: bang chan | 4k follower event

genre: smut

pairing: chan x fem!reader (implied chubby reader 😝)

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"Mhhh, slow down baby, fuck- slow down."

Glistening back facing him, his body laid out beneath you, your hands prepped on Chan's thighs. You felt his own on every inch of you he could reach in laying position, though not seldom they made home on your behind, groping and grabbing at your bum, sighing out in newly-found pleasure whenever he did. You were sure he was salivating by now with the sight presented before him — your body on display, the dip in the small of your back he adored so much making presence with every roll of your hips you gave to take him in, your derriere jelly-like with every movement altogetger — though you'd never give yourself the credit, not aloud.

You obeyed him, your body slowing down, hips rolling torturously against his own, suddenly feeling him everywhere, all around you, so deep within you your body jerked forward, struggling to keep composure, to fight against bubbling exhaustion. Whimper after whimper rolling past your lips, increasing in volume, in pitch — whining out when his hands found your bum anew, taking a handful of voluptuous flesh, squeezing to his liking, nails digging to leave crescent moons. Granting you stability with mere touch, gaining composure for your sake.

"Yeah, bounce just like that baby... so good, so- mhh, so beautiful."

Sighing out with each word, struggling to get it past his lips. Your body reacted to the praise, thighs contracting, hips rolling and bum meeting him harshly, skin slapping onto skin, eliciting sounds that bore themselves into your senses. Your fingers created similar shapes on his body as his did on your own, marked in unison and bound together in pleasure, in utter satisfaction. Hips meeting hips in building impatience, Chan rutting up to chase high, to chase release. Moving your body with his own, making every bit of your flesh dance in waltzes addicting, making you move like still waters on darkened nights - he couldn't take his eyes off you if he wanted, intoxicated, entirely under your mercy and he wasn't sure you were aware.

Spasming around him, butterfly flaps around his length and he knew you reached release, confirming when your body fell forward, hips yet rolling, his name falling off your lips in melodies most alluring, melodies favourite to his ear. He'd never grow sick of the way his name sounded past your mouth, so loving, so needing, enticing. It'd be the only thing he'd wish for you to say, if only he had the choice.

Painting you in white moments later, unable and unwanting to keep composure any longer when you were the body he was feeling, when your satisfaction lulled him in, got him seeing stars, made his whole long and urge for you, for mutual contentment. Hands on the curve of your hips as he rode out the last of his orgasm, eyes shut and seeing stars with the way you milked him off his very last drop, only discharging off him when the sting of stimulation hit you in most pleasurable pain, when your body gave out, when you thought you couldn't take it anymore.

Though you always could, and Chan always knew. Repositioning, finding himself on his knees before you, motioning tired body to roll onto back, and you obeyed momentarily, eager of his plans, though exhausted simultaneously. And his lips connected with your wetness, tasting you, tasting him on you, and the night wasn't bound to end in the following hours, not until sunrise stroke the earth, made your bodies sleep to the sound of early morning birds.

@tangylemonade @es-kay-zee @jeyelleohe @angelwonie @yvniek4ng @ppiri-bahng @bintificreads @svintsandghosts @llunapastell @sensitiveandhungry @minniesvenus @junebug032 @noellllslut @a-cute-french-fry @felixinameadowandthesuniswarm

#bang chan smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan scenarios #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines

[deepspacememes]

my father was a tailor. in leeds. as was his father. and his father’s father. time was, if a man on the avendale road asked where he could find the finest clothes in northern england, he was pointed towards the shop of a man named rackham. THEN: the men who sell wool decided they would rather not compete with the men who sell cotton. and as the men who sell wool have the ears of the men who make laws, an embargo is enacted to increase profits. and calico disappears. and my father’s business - that he inherited from his father... and his father’s father - begins to wither and die. and my father suffers the compound shame of financial failure seen by the eyes of his son, and descended into drink. i’d sit beside him as a boy at the sunday services as he shouted at the pastor. at the altar. at anyone who would listen, really, about the injustice of it all. and i’d put his arm over my shoulder as the insults began, and i’d carry him out of the church GOD THE INSULTS. at his funeral, our neighbors were kind enough to whisper them instead of call them out loud. SO. i set to work, determined to rebuild what had been taken away; i was thirteen years old, but i was determined! until a man arrived at my door claiming to hold debts belonging to my father, debts accumulated as my father drank, debts he claimed that now belonged to me, debts i could not possibly have hoped to repay. debts over which that man would have seen me imprisoned... imprisoned in a place where the debts would only have been discharged through hard labor. hard labor at no wages, working at - wait for it - the production. of textiles. “you people. incapable of accepting the world as it is.” says the man to whom the world handed everything. if no anne, if no rescue, if this is defeat for me, then know this: you and i were neck-in-neck in this race, right til the end. BUT JESUS DID I MAKE UP A LOT OF GROUND TO CATCH YOU.

#monologues of all time #black sails #and then: a train heist scene??? in MY 18th century pirate prestige tv show??? it's more likely than you think

[snootlestheangel]

Hear Me Out

Guys, just, hear me out: YouTubers/Streamers AU for COD. There was a series of posts on @cod-dump 's blog about what games are banned for the boys and I've just been thinking about this but with Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Alex where one of them is the actual streamer/gamer dude and the others just almost always play with him (maybe Roach if we went on the path that he's not actually mute, just kinda hates talking)

Retired or discharged for whatever reasons, the 141 are actually kinda happy to be living semi-normal lives. Maybe they're not all entirely civilian now, maybe Price has a position that doesn't require him to be on the field but he's still teaching/being a Captain.

But he's constantly telling the boys to find things to do to keep themselves happy. Especially Gaz and Soap, cause the military is kind of all they know, they've never had to be civilians really as adults.

Ghost is transitioning fine, and he's been a huge help for Soap, but Gaz is still kinda struggling. Eventually something happens and Alex is part of his life, but it's still not really what Gaz needs to feel "normal".

So Soap and Alex convince Gaz to start streaming/recording videos of their gaming sessions. It's a slow start, and Gaz is getting frustrated.

Until one time they play something silly but incredibly rage-inducing. It's a trending game because it's designed to pit you against your friends but is still silly nonetheless. There's one clip in particular that starts trending and becomes the reason Gaz's channel starts to take off.

The clip? Gaz yelling at Soap for something and Soap immediately just cursing him out in straight Scots only for Alex, an American, to scream into his mic as loud as humanly possible "WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER?!?!" after having been dead silent for the last 2 minutes. Why did he scream this? Not because of Soap's Scots, but because he had secretly just won the round after having lost the entire time they'd been playing.

People eat that shit up! Suddenly everyone's like "damn there's this hella attractive dude that records gameplay with his friends and they're all really funny." Everyone falls in love with Gaz's appearance first, but then they actually hear him and his friends interact and it's just trading insults and stupid jokes, acting like there's no one watching and they're suddenly kids again.

It eventually comes out that Gaz and his friends are all veterans, and despite the air around military not being the best, there's no denying that caring for veterans is a must. People slowly start to support Gaz's channel/streams, and before he knows it, he's actually got quite the following. His whole thing is about "wanting to do something to distract himself and others from the shitty aspects of life with a few laughs and some good games"

Eventually they convince Ghost to start gaming with them. It makes Gaz's popularity grow because now there's this really deep accent in the mix that's completely clueless as to what he's doing like 90% of the time (I just have this gut feeling that '22 Ghost is so fucking awful at video games) that they refer to simply as "Ghost". Suddenly, the chaos Gaz and his friends are known for increases tenfold. Ghost is flirting with all of them, Soap is arguing with him over literal couple things that come with living together, and there's a new element of really dark humor that wasn't there before (there was dark humor, just not this dark)

They're playing The Backrooms one time. They're not even in the game yet, just in the lobby. Gaz is laughing at Alex's tag for the game "MYLEG!" which is a reference to that one fish in Spongebob always yelling "my leg!" after an incident. Gaz is laughing too hard to actually explain to his viewers that, yes, Alex is an amputee. Soap starts making fun of him, as usual, and that's when it happens.

Alex: "I'll take my leg off and hit you with it, Soap, I swear to god." Soap: "I forgot you were already missing one for a second there and got real concerned." Alex: "No, Soap, I planned on removing my other leg. The one that's still attached, yeah. Just like a lil *pop noise*, ya know?" Gaz: *wheezing so hard he almost throws up*

Then they're playing this silly monster/cryptid hunter game called "A Day Out" and there's skeletons every now and then on the map. Gaz walks up to one and just starts freaking out, saying Ghost's name over and over.

Ghost, freaked out: What?? Gaz, pointing at the skeleton: Look, it's you! *cackling* Ghost, after a concerning long pause: *quietly* Nah, I'm not gonna say that Alex: SAY IT COWARD Ghost: No, that's my brother *Gaz making the most horrified face as he tries not to laugh* *Alex and Soap are losing their shit* Gaz: NAH THAT'S NOT OKAY

That clip posts and the internet looses it. I see this being the actual first video Ghost is in, so for this to be the first thing the viewers get of him, it's safe to say he's a hit. It's also never explained that Ghost does have a deceased brother, so there's just an acceptance of Ghost's skeleton brother.

There's several times where they've all gotten together and played silly games like Mario Kart when there's a bunch of them. There's the sober one and there's the drunk one, where there's so many different languages being hurled as curses at each other, Gaz gives up on captioning ANY of it.

OOOOooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! WHAT IF! Roach becomes his editor once he gets popular enough so he can spend more time playing games, solo ones when the others are working.

For a while, everyone's going crazy wanting to see what the others all look like, and sometimes (cause we're assuming the world they live in now during all this is a lot better), they're joined by Rudy or Alejandro, or both in one rare instance. Sometimes, for old times's sake, during the drunk gaming sessions, they'll call Laswell only for her to scold them. There are times they'll bully Roach who always, as the editor, changes their words from the insults to compliments. Or he definitely trolls Gaz a lot with some of the editing, and it's all around just a good time. Hence why everyone wants to know what they look like.

Then it's around the holidays after about 2 and a half years of Gaz's channel being as popular as it is. He posts a single picture on his socials with a group of people and the caption: "Love seeing the boys over the holidays."

It's such a nice photo; Alex with an arm wrapped around Gaz's shoulders, Soap and Ghost on his other side with Roach between Soap and Gaz.

And the internet has once again gone crazy. Why? Cause not only are these dudes fucking hilarious, but they're hot and taken.

Except, as they all end up teasing him about, Roach is very much still single XD

I have been watching too much YouTube lately, can y'all tell?? Haha anyways back to my hole I shall crawl

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[gildedkrone]

KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

How did he end up here? In this compromising state in your room?

Mouth with slack and drool seeping out from corners of pink lips when his head jerked at the sharp stab of pleasure in his loins. The curtains are drawn shut to bathe the room in darkness and in the centre of the room, on a makeshift bed lay the sergeant.

He knows better than to try to get out of the cuffs attached to his hands and ankles; they deceptively stoked the hope for escape. He had fallen prey to it and three attempts later, his hopes of getting out of this mess lay broken and ruined.

Ruined?

Ruined is a good description for the state of the sergeant as he whined into the empty room praying for any sort of relief as the contraption attached to his dick discharged a shock to his sensitive genitalia and Gaz yelled out in protest for the umpteenth time this has happened.

The other contraption attached to his dick worked tirelessly as its rubber sheath rippled from the base of his dick to his weeping head over and over again. With each cycle, the sergeant gritted his teeth before a pathetic whimper would escape involuntarily each time the motion repeated and his fat cockhead was squeezed by the silicone.

Gaz is a special operations soldier, for crying out loud. With years of experience and training under his belt, he is prepared for all kinds of situations. All except what he is being subjected to currently.

A relentless milker on his dick and an electrostim device attached his balls constantly shocking his poor baby maker.  

“Pet, status?”

He makes out you’re your voice with bleary eyes and chokes out a “green”. Your eyes sweep over the sergeant; sweat coats his lovely, toned body in a sheen and his body jerks and twitches sporadically—each time rippling muscle and skin in a mesmerising dance. Gone is the arrogance that he showed you during the mission a week ago, the angry rebuke to go fuck yourself when you ordered him to retreat that has Price apologising on his behalf. You were adamant in the punishment to be doled out to the sergeant, and here he is at the mercy of your mood.

The milker is one of your favourite toys and while Gaz had initially balked at the device, all he could muster was a “yes sir” when it enclosed his erect dick before the bottom metal ring twisted to create an airtight seal against his body. Your trailed your fingers across his thigh and his eyes focus on your arm.

“Pet, I hope you know that this isn’t coming off.” He nods miserably and you increase the voltage slightly on the electrostim device. Just enough to cause Gaz to kick his legs and moan at the slightly stronger stinging sensation.

Gaz was confident when you shared the details with him; his confidence carried up until the toys were activated with a switch. The milker sprang into action and moves with a mechanical grip on his dick while the toys send a thrumming of electricity into his balls as pleasure gathers around his groin and he is as erect as he had ever been. His protests turns into shouts as his body is assaulted with a myriad of sensations and his hands pull at the padded restraints. The slack is done with purpose, to provide a false illusion of getting free.

And you watched as his hips bucked and pleas fell to get the damn things off of him as his body is aflame with pressure and sin. Foolish sergeant, nothing is coming off tonight as his mind is confused—unable to decide if he wants it to stop, or to continue. But a man’s ego is only as strong as his mental defences, and now, the sergeant’s actions speak a different story.

His hips don’t shake to throw the milker off. Instead, he thrusts into it to get more leverage and friction on his prick. Pleasure is all his lust addled mind can conjure and he desperately begs for more. Well, if more is what he wants, more is what he will get as the milker picks up its pace.

You admire his body wracked with desire as he screams his first orgasm of the night with a sharp twist of the knob as his mind desperately tries not to succumb to the primal need to spew his seed only to fray when your hand twists an erect nipple. White ropes of cum flood the milker in spurts as the sergeant’s body heaved and shook with the debasement of his pride.

So beautiful, you can’t help feel. The milker greedily sucks out all of his seed and the sergeant’s head falls back onto the pillow when he feels his balls being squeezed gently by your fingers.

“Mmrph! F-fuck!” as Gaz curses when the milker shows no signs of stopping even if he has already orgasmed. It’s part of the beauty of these toys—unlike your hands, they don’t wear down with fatigue and they just keep going and Gaz is about to find out exactly what it means to be milked like a cow.

It’s hell. His dick is trapped in a contraption which can’t care less about his body as it starts all over again at the lowest speeds and the shocks just keep coming to his debauched body and all he can muster are some pathetic whines and broken words slipping past his mind.

“That’s just the first of many, sergeant.” You tease him with a gentle push of the milker to swallow more of his length as he swallows harshly and jerks minutely. “Now be a good boy and shoot your load.”

No, no more! He’s mouth lets loose a string of curses and eventually, succumbs to a second orgasm to the milker working tirelessly to collect all of his emissions. The sudden increase in vibrations in his nuts pulls the most luscious whine from his plump lips. A hot tongue encircles his nipples and he looks to see you gently tonguing the erect nubs on his chest before the tongue moves to the other to lave it in strings of saliva. His abs are next as your tongue trailed down the front of his body to his groin. The image is enough to awaken his dick; your face against his thighs with teeth marking the soft flesh while his entire pelvis is alight with sensations he’s come to expect.

“Are you going to cum again?” You tease him gently when his thighs shook gently beneath your palms. His eyes are glassy, unfocused of a man lost in a world of euphoria and stripped down to nothing on your table, he does make a wonderful look with the way his body heaved and squirmed under the relentless onslaught of the machines.

“mmf! Ngh—f-fuck! It’s … too, too much—” The noisy sergeant’s lips are sealed shut when yours descend on his and the fleeting touch of fingertips on his abdomen has him lost again in his foggy mind.

“Gaz, I know you’re capable of a third one.” Perhaps, he needed more convincing even as his eyes roll back in his head when a finger pushes through his hole.

The fingers in his ass feels insane and his dick felt as if it were going to melt with how strong the vibrations are in his nuts. The feeling of churn and the thrumming in his core builds up to his third orgasm of the night.

“N-no, please—AH!” He chokes out and your fingers pause momentarily.

“Status, pet.”

“Gr-reen! F-fuck! Just want t-to cum, darling—please mmfph!”

Shatter him. The fingers in his ass renew their attack on his prostate and the frenzy on his dick is fast and unrelenting and he’s melting into a pool of euphoric joy and your command—now, pet—shatters the last of his control over his body and for the third time of the night, he surrenders his ball batter into the machines milking him for everything he has. The walls around your fingers tighten and Gaz screams, high pitched and whiny, and his orgasm tumbles through his body.

The machines don’t stop and the sergeant blasts the cylinder with spurts of cum. It’s not as much as it was the first time round, but you are impressed by his stamina and his reserves. Eventually, the twitching of his hips and whines of too much meant the devices are turned off and gently tugged off his spent and limp dick. Cum gushes out of the once tight seal and the sight is one to behold. Debauched and completely wrecked, the prideful sergeant lay in ruin on the bed amidst puddles of his cum.

All by your hand.

His eyes widen when something nudges against his hole. Your chuckles confirm his fears. “Pet, you wouldn’t deny me this, would you?” and all he can do is shiver and shout when his ass is next on the line of the punishment.

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[ayeforscotland]

England needs to kick up a massive fucking storm to nationalise water. There was an insane 129% increase in discharges throughout 2023.

Private water companies have neglected investment in infrastructure all while paying huge dividends to shareholders and polluting your rivers with raw sewage.

Vote for a party that will actually take them to task, and take water into public ownership.

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