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[sigh-tofm]

when the power goes out one cold and rainy november evening…

… price

- goes full dad. pulls the grill up to the back veranda door and cooks up some mean steaks for you two. gets a fire going in the fireplace to keep the house heated. has half a mind to call the power company and tell them that they don’t need to hurry, he’s got everything covered here. actually, they don’t need to come at all, not for a few days. tells you his thoughts as he pulls the mattress off your bed and deposits it in the living room in front of the fireplace, so you both can keep warm tonight. you let him know in no uncertain terms that he will do no such thing. you’ll let him have is fun tonight, but you will need a hot shower and a working oven in 36 hours, no matter how much he wants to play boyscout. but as you sit in front of the roaring fireplace and your admittedly very rugged and handsome husband feeds you bits of grilled steak and holds a glass of red wine to your lips, a thick, warm blanket covering you both, you must admit that this isn’t bad either.

… kyle

- excitedly improvises. you know, it’s like this every day when we’re in the field, he beams as he brushes the dust off the firepit in the woodshed. doesn’t mean it has to be like this now though, does it, kyle. you pull your jacket tighter around yourself and watch as he finds the least rotten firewood in the shed and uses up eight matches before he can get a light. you almost tell him to leave it and come inside, that you’ll order in tonight, but he’s so engulfed in fanning the little flame to life that you can’t help but play along. you get an umbrella when the rain comes down harder and use it to shield both your boyfriend and his firepit from the weather. when you gently ask how he’s going to cook up the pizza you two were in the middle of preparing when the power went out, he wilts a little, but somehow manages to macgyver a cooking system for it that only leaves it slightly burnt. you know, he says while you two are standing under the awning, admiring your fire baby and nibbling on damp, blackened pizza, in the field we sometimes need to share sleeping bags too.

… johnny

- immediately relents. moans and groans about being off duty and that he shouldn’t be expected to fend for himself like this when he isn’t in an active war zone. you pull up the local takeaway menu on your phone and hand it to him. go get us some warm food, soldier, you prompt him and gather up some supplies while he’s away. the old scottish farmhouse you live in has a fireplace, of course, so you light a fire there and with some effort pull the couch up in front of it. blankets and pillows from the living room, old fair isle knit jumpers from the hallway closet, a sheepskin rug to warm your feet on. when he comes back with his arms full of steaming indian (best to get some extra, mo chridhe), his mood seems to have lightened a little too. especially when he sees you in thigh high knit stockings, wearing his jumper and laying on the sheepskin rug. okay, maybe this isn’t so bad. at least he’s not being shot at.

… simon

- is prepared. goes down to the basement and carries up box after box of emergency equipment. hands you a round little paraffin stove (which you have no idea how to work) and a matching aluminium pan, as well as a large variety of ready-made freeze dried stews and soups. just add water, he says unhelpfully, and continues pulling out equipment from his kit. amongst the various bags of tools and gadgets you can spot tent poles and emergency flares, and it’s obvious he’s been itching to use all this stuff for a while. you decide to entertain him and google your way around the stove, finally getting a light on it. you light candles and pull out your winter coats while the water boils, making it an overall cozy time. hav’ta be prepared, he mutters as he comes to sit with you when the food’s ready, the living room full of his unpacked catastrophe preparations. next time we’ll just go to a hotel, you gently request and serve him year-old mushroom stew, brought back to life with some warm water. he looks longingly at all his equipment. you yield. or camping.

[greatunironic]

eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.

so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.

he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.

because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.

eddie’s been to a handful of games over the years, when touring and recording allows them to go. he’s resolutely never been a sports guy but he’ll admit, when pressed, that live hockey is pretty dope. to say nothing, of course, of how jeff would probably murder them all in their sleep if they didn’t rep the red and white for lottie.

(and also — and this is between eddie and his god alright — but lottie’s coach? standing back there in his suit, hair styled and dialed, snapping his gum, yelling at the refs? kind of doing it for him, okay. worth the price of admission, even if the tickets weren’t free.)

when he thinks harder — which hurts too — the last thing he clearly remembers was someone from the beavers scoring, bringing their lead to 5-1, and a slapshot from the other team getting out over the boards and nearly taking out some lady’s popcorn. someone behind them in the seats said, “jesus they’re getting desperate, eh?”

then shit goes dark on him, not even a fade to black, but a full on smash cut, roll credits black, and the post-credits scene is where ever the fuck eddie is at the moment. it smells like human and cold and icy hot, so obviously, he thinks, he died and went to hell like all the church ladies said he would back in hawkins, or probably just a locker room. what the fuck?

he blinks at the ceiling, at an interesting water stain on the cement texturing. he’s in the middle of wondering where the rest of his band has gone if he’s here alone, fucking abandoners, when a sweaty redhead with the bitchiest expression he’s maybe ever seen enters his field of vision.

“you’re alive,” she says.

eddie blinks again. “why do you sound so disappointed?”

“yo coach!” she shouts, already on the move away from him. “he’s alive!”

he tries to sit up, but that makes the pain in his head worse, and also draws attention to the fact that his back also hurts. he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a truly embarrassing noise of pain — if pressed, he’d call it a whimper — and a pair of big hands land on his shoulders.

“out, out ladies i got this! hey!, hey, man, don’t move just yet,” says big hands.

“yeah, no problem, i don’t want to anymore,” eddie says. he stirs up the will to open his eyes again and very nearly slams them back shut. because of course the person staring down at him is fucking coach hottie snackycakes himself. he’s even better looking in person, too, big droopy eyes, lips as pink as his bubblegum, and shiny, jesus christ. he’s still got eddie by the shoulders, hands warm through the thin cotton of his flannel and tee — because eddie’s always been more fashion than sense, wayne always said, and it’s even worse now that the paps are on him—

“oh, fuck this is gonna be all over tiktok later, isn’t it?” he moans.

“maybe not.”

“don’t lie.”

“listen, eddie — it is eddie, right?” asks coach hottie. “i’m steve. coach harrington. faughnsie — lottie, i mean — she said you’re eddie. her brother’s guitarist? what do you remember?”

“more like he’s my singer,” he says, “but sure. and not much.”

“well, you’re gonna be okay,” says coach hottie — steve. “it really wasn’t that bad, and it was probably too fast for anyone to get it, unless they already had a camera on you. you took a puck to the head when one popped up. i’d apologize but it wasn’t one of my girls who did it, so. anyway — you weren’t out for long, which robbie says is good — she’ll get a look at you in a second — but you got your bell rung pretty good. and you’re gonna have quite the shiner, trust me.”

“speaking from experience?”

“oh, yeah. closer and faster too.” he gently raps his head with his knuckles. “too many concussions too early ended my nhl days, in fact.”

“oh. oh shit, sorry, i—“

“don’t worry about it, man, it happens,” he says. “and if it hadn’t, i wouldn’t be here.”

“at the frozen four.”

“yeah, sure, that too.”

“what?”

“what?” steve waves him off. “anyway, i’m just glad to see you up, ish, and talking. looked pretty scary, from the bench.”

“i really don’t remember,” says eddie. “but i’m sure i’ll see it on tiktok later, like i said — at least, my unconscious, bleeding form.”

“i got up there pretty fast, so i doubt it,” says steve.

eddie blinks, twice. “you—?”

“you were behind my bench, and you. well,” he says with a shrug, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed, finally putting those hands away — weapons of eddie destruction, he thinks — and shoving them into his pockets of his tight slacks. “i should be getting back out there.”

“do you? you’re murdering them pretty good, unless i black out and missed them getting four more goals,” eddie says.

the corners of steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. eddie thinks he might just pass out again. “no, we’re still gonna cinch it, i think. looks bad, though — first time coach missing the final period so’s he can hit on the cute musician who got his clock cleaned by the biscuit.”

“oh,” he says. swallows. “uh.”

steve’s crinkly, smiley eyes go wide. “unless—“

“no less!” eddie shouts and then immediately winces. at a better, less damaging to his more than slightly concussed noggin, volume, he says, “more, actually. because pretty sure i shouldn’t be left unsupervised, and i’ve clearly been abandoned by the band, so—“

“so,” says steve.

“coach, two minutes!” someone calls.

“so, i was hoping maybe i could keep hitting on the hot hockey coach back at his?”

“i’m at the ramada inn,” he says, “and i got tape to watch for the finals.”

“i live for room service,” eddie tells him seriously. “and i’m suddenly very into wisconsin sports teams.”

“coach! go time!”

“yeah?” he asks.

“yeah.”

“COACH!”

he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “i gotta — but, uh, later?”

“pick me up in twenty?”

“probably more like half an hour, with stoppage,” he says.

someone bangs on the door. “COACH!! let’s boogie!!”

with one last look, wide eyed and smiling, steve leaves. eddie watches him go. he’d heard hockey players were caked up but lord — eddie is about to convert to a new religion, or maybe found one, over the stretch of those slacks.

“damn,” he says quietly.

“gross,” a woman says. eddie startles and looks to the side, where a lanky brunette with a bob and an undercut is staring at him, unimpressed. she’s in some get up that screams athletic trainer, and there’s a white board in her hand.

“how long have you been there?” he asks.

she raises an eyebrow. “long enough, and honestly, i don’t know if that counts as a you rule for him, or a you suck for you,” she says and does not elaborate when he asks. “also don’t look at him like that. it’s steve. he’s basically my sister.”

“yeah? any tips then?” asks eddie. “i promise i’ll only use them for good. well. mostly.”

“god,” she says with an expansive eye roll. “you’re gonna be a nightmare, aren’t you?”

a cheer goes up outside the room as the teams, presumably, take the ice again. eddie, head throbbing, concussed, embarrassed, grins. “sure hope so,” he says.

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[swordandscytheandpen]

I do not understand the culture that has developed on this site surrounding Gazan fundraisers.

I'm not talking about the scams, even though that's the hot topic right now - it's almost certain that most of the fundraisers being spread are legitimate, as I see it.

But I've seen posts actively discouraging donations to aid agencies in favor of direct fundraisers, and that's just... do people realize that they're hurting Gazans as a whole when they prioritize individual fundraisers over MSF or UNRWA or the other aid orgs? Do they understand that? It's not that complex an economic problem!

There is a harsh shortage of supplies of all kinds in Gaza at the moment. The surplus of critical goods is zero. This means, in practical terms, that every bite of food is being eaten, every drop of water is being drunk, and every scrap of medicine is being used. It should be a matter of common sense that pumping more money into the isolated Gazan economy will not fix this problem, because there is nowhere to import more goods from. Instead, for every family that is able to eat because their fundraiser met its goal, there's another family that goes hungry, because no new food is being created - it's just being moved from one set of hungry mouths to another. It's a zero-sum game right now - negative-sum, even, since pouring in money without supplies also drives inflation.

In comparison, donating to aid organizations allows them to bring more aid in from outside Gaza, and more efficiently distribute that aid. It actually helps Gazans on net, rather than merely shuffling around starvation.

I know virtually nobody on Tumblr is economically literate, but this is really not that difficult a concept to understand! Shortages can typically only be solved on the supply side! Giving people more purchasing power is meaningless when there's a strictly limited amount to purchase! You're cranking up prices, all in the name of helping the few Gazan families that e-begged the best, at the expense of all the others.

And people on Tumblr are so dedicated to this net-ineffectual form of aid that they're condemning donations to the organizations that stand the best chances of helping, and even spreading misinformation about them. UNRWA is in fact still operating! The Israeli laws banning them don't go into effect until close to the end of January, and UNRWA is the group best positioned to create systems to succeed itself. Yet I'm seeing posts saying it's pointless to donate to them now!

And I just don't get why. What is Tumblr's attachment to this particular kind of donation? Do faces and names have that much of an effect on people, that emotion overrules efficacy? Is it mistrust of anything that could be considered an authority with power over people's lives? There are so many people who truly, deeply want to support Gaza, but are nonetheless acting against Gazans' best interests. Why???

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[Spine Chill] TF141*Reader

cw: dark fic, implied stalking, dead dove do not eat

You thought you were used to being stared at. Scrutinizing one when you’re assembling your gun and completing missions. Flirting one when you sit alone in the pub and get hit up by strangers. Admiring one when you sway and shine on the dance floor. But you swear you feel someone’s staring at you, and not in the way you're used to. The gazes as if viewing you as prey. You feel trapped under them, chills crawl along your spine every time you recognize them landing on you for god knows how long. You must look tired and stressed out, so when your captain asks you if something is bothering you, you just let your concern slip out to the person you trust the most. For your safety, and the team’s – Price tells you, that it could be enemies cleared from the old days trying to bite back with their newly grown teeth, so you agree to let other teammates know the situation. Soap’s angry when you spill everything out, with Gaz reassuring you it will be fine, you have your team watching your six, and Ghost planning with you for your security system.

A frog being strangled by a snake isn’t suitable to describe your feelings. You’re a caged mouse dipping in frozen cold water. When you’re not on base, those gazes follow you. Surely the help from your teammates console you a lot, but the panic rises to its peak when you fish out your key and insert it into the lock for your flat’s door, and realize it isn’t locked. You pull out your phone to call Price with your gun in the other hand and slowly open the door to check every room. Nothing’s missing, and everything’s at the same spot, but it only freaks you out. What do they want? intels? your teammates? gears in your mind turning as trying to figure things out, and the screeching sound of the tire catches your attention as you watch your teammates sitting in it. “It’s okay, we got you now.” Resting on Price’s flat with a hot tea warming your nerves, you sigh and nod. So you live in Price’s flat when you’re on leave, going to pubs with Soap when you want a drink, and telling Gaz your thoughts when you start feeling insecure.

The gazes vanish eventually, and your panic appeases with their disappearing. Now you’re nursing the wine alone once again, scrolling on your phone while keeping an eye on your environment. and the ice-cold trepidation clouds your mind when you feel the gazes setting on you after a few months of absence. Shit, you shouldn’t let your guard down, you curse when you tap on your captain’s phone number immediately. The 15 minutes Price promised you feel like an eternity, and you keep sneaking glimpses around, attempting to find any weird shit. Your hands shoot up to catch someone's wrist as the hand approaches you. “It’s just me.” You look at Ghost’s eyes and apologize as he escorts you into the car. That’s the first time you break down after these months, in front of everyone. Tears drip down your cheeks even though you try your best to suppress. You don’t know what you will become without them.

Distancing anyone except your team since the day you cry, your life starts coming back on track. No more unnerving incidents happening to you. You regain your focus on your job, living with Price, hanging out with the sergeants and sometimes even your lieutenant, dancing to the music in the pub as they enjoy their drink in the booth. You almost forget about the predatory gazes annoying you before until Price gathers all of you in his office, and shows you the person he found in what used to be your flat. “Just don’t want to scare you again. You finally have your full attention back to your work, so we deal with it first.” Price taps onto the documents while explaining. “So everything’s safe right now? Is it truly the end?” “Yes." Ghost adds the confirmation You look at the photos and evidence scattering on the desk, and then ease the crinkles on your brows. “Thank you, all of you guys, really.” “That’s what we’re for" Gaz flashes you a grin like he always does.  "No need to worry now, eh?”  Soap pats your shoulder. “Want ta spar with me to forget all this shite?” “Can’t wait to beat your ass, MacTavish.” You smile while dismissing yourself from the room, but when your fingers touch the knob, the chill climbs up your spine and makes you shiver again. Turning around and facing the men with horror in your eyes, your mind whispers a steer to you that you never thought of before.

You only check what’s outside your cage, but never inspect what’s inside it before.

a/n: feel like writing dark fic today :D

ty for reading, have a nice day/night!

[crimsonvictory]

Same Time Tomorrow? (Help pt. 2)

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1 - HELP

Tags: Simon Riley x Reader, Ghost x Reader, COD smut, Ghost smut

Warnings: touch!starved Ghost, p-in-v sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex, a bit of angst if you squint, also a bit of sub!Ghost if you squint

Dedicated to @ghosmooth-operator because they asked so nicely ;)

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A few months had gone by. He had been on deployment, somewhere unknown to you. You didn’t even know if he was alive or not. At first, you thought he had been avoiding you, as he tended to do with everyone. But, after nosing around (not your proudest moment) you had overheard talk that Riley was on some top-secret mission. You kept yourself busy, practicing your sparring techniques with the rookies, filing paperwork that had piled up due to your hectic schedule, and even deep cleaning your side of the barracks.

You were doing okay. You had a manageable routine and were beginning to enjoy the monotony of it. Get up, grind, go to bed. You tried keeping your thoughts of him out of your head. His mouth on your cunt, his hands possessively grabbing your thighs. Just thinking about it got you hot and bothered. A flush spread over your cheeks and you cleared your throat, shaking the thought away. You wanted more of him. One taste and you were addicted. You were going through a withdrawal period and it was fucking difficult.

The nights were the worst. When you were alone inside your head, worst-case scenarios running wild and nightmares wearing you ragged. Your voice was hoarse from screaming. Your mind was your worst enemy, creating scenarios within your head that morphed into an indistinguishable version of reality. It got to the point where you would get a couple of hours a night, spend most of your time distracting your anxiety, staying in the gym, going out for a run, and fantasizing about the day Riley would come back to you.

It wasn’t a real possibility.

He hadn’t spoken to you since that night. It had been a one-time thing. You were afraid that you had taken advantage of him. He was your lieutenant after all. You, his subordinate. It wasn’t right for a relationship to blossom between the two of you. But you couldn’t help the way that you felt that night. Loved, adored, wanted. You had never experienced anything like it before. You kept to yourself and out of the way, kept your head down, and performed to the best of your ability.

It was reaching the 3-month mark, with no word, and no update from anyone. You ended up having an episode, which resulted in a mental evaluation and an embarrassing amount of attention. Everyone fluttered around to your every need, not letting you do anything for yourself, which ended up in yet another episode. You tried to convince yourself that you were doing okay, but were you? You needed help.

But you did not know where to turn. The one person that you felt that you could go to had disappeared off of the face of the earth. So, you pushed things down the best that you could and kept up your front.

It crumbled when you saw him. Riley, alive and well and as mysterious as ever.

5 long months he was gone. It felt like an eternity to you. Your cheeks burned hot as you stared in his direction. A familiar pull in your lower stomach had you gasping quietly. Get. Yourself. Together. His gaze was focused on Price’s, listening intently. You wondered what they were talking about. You noticed a change in Ghost’s posture, he stood up straighter, chest puffing out and he held a hand up. Wait. He started to turn his head in your direction and you ran. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You hid in the locker room. Embarrassed that you almost got caught gawking at your superior like some freak. Walking hurriedly over to the sink, you switched the cold water and splashed your face with it. You gasped at the coldness, letting it calm your nervous system down. Your breathing had calmed. Letting out a sigh, you rub your eyes, still leaning over the sink.

The door to the locker room swung open, metal creaking on the rusty hinges. You really don’t pay it much mind, focusing on your breathing. Heavy footsteps echo on the tiled floors and your interest peaks. They sound familiar. You wipe the water from your eyes, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Another joins you.

Riley.

He doesn’t say a word, watching you through half-lidded eyes. You turn around, leaning up against the sink. You had almost forgotten how much space he takes up. Tilting your head, you look up at him, meeting his eyes. They’re very cloudy, troubled, and swirling with unprocessed events. He takes a step towards you and holds out a piece of paper between his index and middle finger. You reach out and take it, covering it in a soft fist. He watches silently for another heartbeat, two, or three. Riley doesn’t say a word, turns around, and walks out of the locker room.

You look around, even though no one is present, and open the piece of paper.

“My room. 0227. – S”.

Your stomach flutters and you bite your lip to keep from smiling.

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You’re antsy, pacing your room as you wait until your predestined time. You had been high on adrenaline all day, trying your best to get it out of your system. You spent an hour and a half at the gym, grabbed a quick bite to eat, and finally came back to your room to run a bath. Baths weren’t something that you rewarded yourself with often. You didn’t have the time. But, with it being a Sunday, you definitely had the time to kill. You spent your time thinking of how this evening was going to go. Your mind ran wild with the open possibilities. The hot water felt good on your aching muscles. You spend time making sure to pamper yourself, using your favorite sugar scrubs, lotions, and perfume. You had let your hair air-dry after running a leave-in mask through your hair. Deciding on an outfit, you went with comfy but casual. A lacy pair of black panties and a bra to match, paired with a soft pair of grey sweatpants and a heavier black pullover sweatshirt. You kept your face bare, running through your skincare routine and brushing your teeth.

A beep from your clock. 0220.

Your heart lurched as you slipped your shoes on and slipped out of your room. It was dead silent in the hallway, your dorm mates fast asleep. You were super nervous, a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin. You had to stop to calm yourself down a couple of times. Quietly walking to Ghost’s room, you looked around to make sure you were alone. A glance down at your watch – 0225. Two minutes early. You fumble with your shirt sleeves, rolling the cuffs up on your wrists a bit. You don’t dare knock, afraid of it being too loud in the dead hallway.

A minute passes by. It feels like an eternity.

The next 60 seconds test your patience. You wait silently, fidgeting with your clothing and looking down at your feet. You hear a lock click and the door in front of you opens. You whip your head up quickly, nearly giving yourself whiplash. Riley is leaning against the door frame, of a Greek god. You meet his eyes shyly. With the dark lighting in the hallway, you can’t see them that well. You do notice that he has opted for a plain black balaclava, sans grease makeup. His outfit is similar to yours, a soft pair of black sweatpants and a fitted black T-shirt to match. His eyes follow your every move. You swallow, unsure of what to do. He takes a step back – an invite inside.

Do you dare?

You take a deep breath through your nose and step inside his room. As far as you know, no one has ever been inside, except for the man himself. It’s military neat, with no identifying signs of individual personality – figures. It smells of him, cigarettes, a hint of gunpowder, and the surprising smell of chamomile. You’ve walked right into his lair. Lured by the predator himself. You take a small spin around, taking the room in. He stays silent.

A glance over at him – and a small smile.

“’S nice,” you mimic his exact words.

He slowly saunters over to you, his lids droop – sultry.

You didn’t know exactly how tonight was going to go, but you decided to surrender yourself to it. Riley tilts your face up towards his own, gently turning your head side to side – a once-over. A soft ‘tsk’ falls from his lips. You feel the pad of his thumb brush gently over your bottom lip. You take a plunge, darting your tongue out to taste. A soft noise of approval rumbles in his chest. You part your lips a bit more and suck the pad of his thumb inside, swirling your tongue around. Your cheeks have flushed bright red, but with the ambient lighting, you’re hoping it is hard to tell.

He watches you intently and you watch his eyes darken with desire, just like they did that night. He takes another step towards you and your breath hitches. All of your attention is on him. He is enticing, luring you closer and closer until your palm reaches out to lay flat against his broad chest. You look up at him through your eyelashes, pulse loud in your ears. You hear the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. A heartbeat can be felt through your fingers, strong and steady. You are completely enthralled by him. He leans down, close to your ear and whispers,

“Did you miss me?”

You nearly come apart. His voice is sultry, accent thick with lust.

“Y-Yes,” you whisper.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips. He traces your face with the outside of his fingers and grabs the fat of your hip, squeezing it. You squeak, biting your lip between your teeth. Your pulse is quickening, your belly turning somersaults of arousal over and over. You’re nearly buzzing with excitement. It’s overwhelming. Riley leans down, resting his thumb on your chin before taking his other hand and rolling the bottom of his balaclava up – exposing his mouth. You were right about the scar, a hairline on the top right of his lip. His lips are plush – pretty. He leans down, slowly brushing your lips together. Your eyes flutter closed. You tighten your hands into fists, wanting to touch him so badly but not wanting to overstep.

You can smell a faint hint of whiskey on his breath, just like last time. You wonder what it tastes like, so you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip. A groan escapes his lips and you do it again – wanting him to open up. You didn’t mean to take control of this moment, but it sort of just happened and he seems to be letting you. You slide your tongue alongside his, swirling it around – exploring every inch of his mouth. A shared moan releases from the both of you. His grip on your hip tightens and you shift closer to him. You are pressed flush against him now and can feel his cock tenting in his sweatpants.

You want to possess every part of him.

Reaching your hands up, you stretch and wrap them around his neck, pulling the two of you impossibly close. Your start makeout sesh has started to become heavier, and more needy. Riley is pawing at every inch of you, forcing his way into your mouth and taking the upper hand. He lifts you like it's nothing, carrying you over to his bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the tent of his pants against your own clothed core. A whine escapes your lips and you grind down lightly. He pulls away, mumbling against your lips.

“Don’t be teasin’ me now.”

You’re both so touch-starved. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“Simon,” you pant against his lips. “Please, touch me.”

He groans against your lips, sliding his large hand up your shirt. The palm resting at the hem of your pants and the tips of his fingers brushing against your bra. You sit up for him, helping him pull your sweatshirt over your head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he coos, eyes sparkling with desire.

He places himself conveniently between your spread legs, resting on his forearms as he makes a mess of your neck. His nose bumps behind your ear, taking in your scent. Goosebumps break out down your body as he bites his sharp teeth into your skin and sucks. Your skin soon becomes marbled with his marks – a possession. Your chest is rising rapidly, on the verge of hyperventilating. He holds the side of your neck as he kisses down your chest, lips brushing against the black lace of your bra. A bright flash of white teeth and he looks up at you, grabs the lace of your cup, and pulls it to the side, exposing your breast.

The cool air causes your nipple to peak and a gasp to leave your lips. Simon maintains eye contact as he wraps his lips around the peak of your nipple and sucks. You whine, arching into his mouth. His warm tongue swirls around the bud and sends you into a frenzy. Your body becomes alight, responding to his touch so eagerly. He leans up with a pop, turning slightly to the other breast, removes it from your bra, and gives it the same attention as before. His other hand cups your breast, fingers pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

His devotion to your body once again is something you have never experienced. He leaves your nipples puffy and overstimulated, satisfied with his work. You’re watching him through hooded eyes, pleasure coursing through your body. His touch was electric, feeding the starving need that you had craved for so long. Tears welled up in your eyes and you tried forcing them away. A couple falls down your cheek. They don’t go unnoticed. Simon gently swipes them away.

“I’ve got you.”

Your mouth trembles, a sob threatening to escape. He begins to pull at your sweats, wanting even more of your body for himself. You lift your hips up and he pulls them off, showing off your lacy panties. A low whistle from him. His fingers brush over the delicate fabric and you arch into his touch. Needy. So needy. You spread your legs wider for him – accommodating the width of his shoulders as he settles down. You’re already soaked, and he can see that. Slick glistening against the dark fabric.

“Fuck,’ he groans. Mouth watering at the sight of your arousal. “Is this all for me, little one?”

You nod unashamedly.

“Aren’t you going to have a taste?” you coo softly, the sultriness in your voice surprising.

He makes no haste, leaning down and licking a stripe up your clothed cunt, once, twice, before latching his mouth over you and sucking. You gasp, his hot mouth and the friction of your panties rubbing against your pussy are to die for. You involuntarily grind your hips down into his mouth. Simon’s eyes roll in pleasure. He laps at your folds through the fabric, mixing his spit and your arousal, making your panties absolutely soaked. They are dripping onto his sheets and you don’t even care. Simon takes his thumbs and hooks them in the waistband of your panties, taking them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder. He places his palms flat against the meat of your inner thighs and pushes your legs wide before diving back down into your pussy.

His nose bumps up against your sensitive clit as he swirls his tongue around through your folds. Your hands overlap his on your thighs, squeezing his fingers. He’s relentless, not even coming up for air. He’s mumbling sweet praises against your cunt, the sloppiness of it echoing in the room.

“Missed this pretty pussy.”

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.”

“Look how wet you are for me.”

He slides his tongue down, down until it's lapping at your hole. Simon angles your hips before thrusting his tongue inside. You cry out, thighs threatening to clamp around his face. His tongue stretches you open, an unfamiliar feeling but not unpleasurable. You are rocking your hips down on his face now and he is taking it like a champ. You’ve never had a man become so drunk over your pussy before. It’s very very attractive. His thumb reaches up at your clit and begins swirling in circles, sloppy due to how wet he’s made you.

A pull in your stomach lets you know you’re close. You warn him, crying out as it builds steadily over the next few minutes. You come undone on his tongue, grinding against his face and milking every last drop of pleasure from him. Simon’s moaning into your pussy, rolling his hips down on the bed to satiate himself.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. He looks up at you, and the lighting makes you look angelic. Hair splayed around you like a halo, eyes blown with pleasure, body molded and pliable by his hands. He can’t get enough of you. He leans back on his knees, your pleasure dripping down his chin. It’s obvious that he’s aroused too, his cock straining through his sweats. You’re dying for a taste.

“Let me taste you,” you say quietly, looking up at him from where you are laying on the bed.

He doesn’t oblige, shimmying out of his sweats and allowing his cock to bounce freely up toward his belly. You drink him all in, toned thighs and thick cock. It’s swollen with arousal, dripping precum from the tip. Your mouth waters. You sit up on your knees, allowing him to lean back against the headboard and make himself comfy. It had been a while since you had done this. You were a bit rusty but were determined to give it your best shot. You crawl in between his thighs, resting on your belly and making yourself comfortable. Simon pets the side of your face gently, taking his hand and swooping your hair up into a makeshift ponytail. You get to work slowly, starting with small kitten licks to his head. The first brush of your tongue has his fists clenching and a moan dropping from his lips.

So sensitive.

You smile, taking his head past your lips and forming a light suction. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head before testing with an experimental bob down. He’s fucking thick, and you strain a bit to fit him into your mouth. Simon’s a babbling mess above you. head thrown back, exposing his throat. His moans are breathy and you are devouring every single one. Simon being super vocal wasn’t something you expected but were delighted nonetheless. You continue your ministrations, alternating between bobbing, swirling, sucking, and using your hand to stimulate what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. The sounds coming from your lieutenant were pornographic. And he wasn’t trying to be quiet either.

“F-Fuck, just like that. Yes.” He moans, “Such a pretty girl. You look so good with your lips around my cock.”

You moan at the praise, allowing the vibrations to travel down. He thrusts into your mouth and you nearly gag, eyes squeezing shut.

“Jesus-“ he gasps, coming undone above you. His thighs are shaking with pleasure.

You swirl soothing patterns into his skin, swallowing him down, down, down. He abruptly pushes you off of him, chest heaving. You are a bit taken aback, wide eyes looking at him in confusion.

“Too good, I want to feel you around my cock before I come.” He explains. His voice has dropped an octave.

He pats his lap, inviting you in. You crawl over to him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He positions both of you, your back to his chest. You’re hovering over his length and Simon has a death grip on your hip. You’re shaking in anticipation as you slowly sink down onto his cock. Your breath is punched out of your lungs. You feel so full, and you haven’t even taken all of him yet. Your thighs begin to shake with exertion.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans out, swirling the pads of his fingers on the small of your back – soothing.

You’re panting, sinking inch by inch down until you’re seated flush against his thighs. Chest heaving, you lean back against his own, trying to let yourself adjust. You’re trembling, fingers encircling his wrist that is holding your hip.

“Breathe,” he pants out.

A reminder for both of you. You listen, slowing your breathing down until you feel as though he can move. You tell him. He starts slow, barely pulling out and thrusting back in. You gasp, the feeling of his length brushing against your walls is intoxicating. Both of you are shaking with pleasure, slowly building up a good rhythm. The sounds of your soaked pussy and his thrusts fill the room, along with your moans of pleasure. Simon slides a hand up around your throat, squeezing slightly. You gasp as the air leaves your lungs and roll your head back against his chest. Your hips move on their own accord, slamming down to meet his thrusts. The pleasure builds in your lower abdomen as you open yourself up to him more and more.

His name repeats like a mantra on your lips. Simon. Simon. Simon. Gasping as he picks up speed and thrusts hard up into your pussy. It’s greedy for more, taking his length like a fucking champ. You are in pure bliss right now, your bodies moving in tandem as you pull pleasure from each other. The both of you are so touch-deprived, craving any that you can get after 5 long months away.

“Did – you – miss me?” you ask in-between pants, rolling your hips against Simon’s.

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out, thrusting up into your pussy at an ungodly speed. His grip on your hips tightens as he shifts your body a bit, changing the angle. “Missed this tight little cunt.”

You come apart at his words, sobbing as pleasure courses through your body at the new angle he has moved you to. His cock hits that spongey spot that makes you see stars.

“I missed you so much,” you sob, pussy clamping down on his length. “I’ve been thinking about you since you left.” You continue.

He moans, sliding a hand around your hip and to your folds. His index, middle, and ring finger lay flat against your clit, rubbing quickly – back and forth, back and forth. Your pleasure builds, builds, builds – white hot as another orgasm is pulled from your body. You clench around him as you ride your pleasure out.

“Yeah, sweetheart, surrender yourself to me. I’ve got you; I’ve got you. You’re fucking mine. Your pussy’s mine.” He growls, thrusting over and over into your spent cunt.

Hot tears spill down your face as you just keep taking what Simon gives you. His hand tightens around your throat, the other on your pussy and he pulls another and another orgasm from you. You’re floating, black inkiness comfortable as you ride the waves of your pleasure. It nearly puts you to sleep. You’re so blissed out. You can faintly feel Simon tense below you, shooting his hot load into you. You whine, overwhelmed at the sensation of feeling so full.

You can’t move. So worn out from the pleasure. Tears are still streaming down your cheeks. Simon pulls out slowly, gently removing himself from under you and crawling in between your legs. What he does next makes you flush from your cheeks to your chest. He positions himself in between your legs again, and cleans you up with his tongue, scooping out his come with his tongue. You gasp yet again, your pussy puffy and overstimulated. He’s gentle and when he’s done, he crawls back up and kisses you square on the mouth, licking inside to share with you. You groan softly, your body fighting sleep as you lazily kiss him back. He smiles against your lips – a rare thing.

You must’ve fallen asleep because when you wake, you are enveloped in one of Simon’s shirts. It’s huge on you, nearly down to your knees. You are absolutely content. The comforting smell of chamomile fills your nose. You blearily open your eyes, searching for him. He is by your side, hand resting behind his head, balaclava pulled back down over his face. You sigh, wishing you could see him in his entirety. Scooting closer, you curl up against him, throwing a leg over his and laying on his chest. Quiet, peaceful sleep awaits you. You’re more comfortable, more satiated than you’ve been in months. Sleep lulls you in, and right before you go you hear Simon,

“Same time tomorrow?”

[omegaremix]

Summer 2018 mixtape:

Viet Cong / Preoccupations “Disarray”

Lower Dens “Ondine”

Black Marble “A Great Design”

Hot Flash Heat Wave “Glo Ride”

Still Corners “The Photograph”

Odd Couple “What Kings Do”

Oldbills “Tablecloth”

System, The (UK) “Find It In Your Eyes”

Holydrug Couple, The “I’ll Only Say This”

Negative Gemini “Bad Baby”

Refreshers “How Bout U?”

Sam Smith “I’m Not The Only One”

Secret Circle “Tube Socks”

6lack “Prblms”

Spizzenergi “Soldier Soldier”

Basic Nature “Love Won’t Always Be There”

Camp Cope “Anna”

Dilly Dally “I Feel Free”

Eyedress f. Pyramid Vritra “1990”

Oldbills “Salsa Verde”

LaMont Johnson Aces

Uniform & The Body “In My Skin”

Water From Your Eyes “We’re Set Up”

Beat Detectives “Call It What You Want (Segment One)”

End Of A Year / Self Defense Family “Self-Immolation Family”

Lanark Artefax “Glasz”

No Age “You’re A Target”

Ice Age “Under The Sun”

Daughters “Satan In The Wait”

Nothing “Blue Line Baby”

Sean Price “STFU Pt. 2”

Tislatin Onzar 3=2+1

clipping. “Ends” (Xanopticon RMX)

Nothing “Zero Day”

Prison Religion “007”

Big Boss, The motion picture soundtrack “The Killing Fight”

Oldbills “Black Ice”

Cults “Gilded Lily”

Eyedress “High Street Drive”

Tanya Tagaq f. Shad “Centre”

Fall, The “Australians In Europe”

Pond “Sweep Me Off My Feet”

Uniform “The Walk”

BreakBeatBuddha “New Delhi Dank”

Ta-Ra “L’il Bit”

Xiu Xiu & Mitski “Between The Breaths”

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever “Time In Common”

Sweet Valley “Sentimental Trash”

Wati Heru X Kashaka “BKWYA”

All These Fingers “Puerta Vallarta”

Body Without Organs “Osiris Rises”

Cults “Talk In Circles”

Miss Red “One Shot Killer”

Underworld & Iggy Pop “Bells And Circles”

Alt-J “Story 4 Sleeplessly Embracing” (clipping. RMX)

Moor Mother “Washington Park”

Erick Arc Elliott “Breaking”

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever “An Air Conditioned Man”

Cansei De Ser Sexy “Girlfriend”

Choir Boy “Blood Moon”

Flastbush Zombies “The Results Are In”

Miss Red “Come Again”

Cold Cave New Morale Leadership

Prison Religion “Glass”

Diseno Corbusier “Ritmo 21”

Happy Meals / Free Love “Pushing Too Hard”

Jessica Rylan “Wishing Well”

Erick Arc Elliott “Fifteen Minutes”

Palm “Dog Milk”

Body, The “Sickly Heart Of Sand”

Oldbills “Weekendluv”

Ariana Grande “Into You”

Imagine Dragons “Thunder”

Moor Mother “Creation Myth”

Cellars “Real Good Day”

Addison Groove “Footcrab” (DJ Rashad & DJ Spinn RMX)

Charles Manson Lie

Water From Your Eyes “That’s The Girl”

Anti-Nowhere League “Snowman”

Bug, The f. Liz Harris “Black Wasp”

Eyedress f. Prefuse73 “Living Room”

Miss Red “Dagga”

Malcomb McLaren “Zulu’s On A Time Bomb”

Idles “Danny Nedelko”

Aube “Parametalizest Pt. II”

Menace Beach “Black Rainbow Sound”

Chvrches “Never Say Die”

Nine Inch Nails “The Background World”

Oh No “Banger”

Oneida “Whitey Fortress”

Ariana Grande “Moonlight”

Happy Meals / Free Love “July”

Curren$y f. The Game & Prodigy “The Type”

CASisDEAD “Leon Best”

Diseno Corbusier “Meta Metalic”

Malcomb McLaren “Soweto”

Nine Inch Nails Bad Witch

Jessica Rylan “Way Home”

Max G. Morton The Devil’s Music

Beat Detectives“ (Undiscernable) Repetition Heavy Traffic: New NYC Vibe 2”

[mauannacreates]

Storyteller Saturday! Question about your setting; you mention 4 elemental worlds (fire, earth, water, air? or different elements?) and that anthro animal/people are the main denizens, can you give a rough outline of worldbuilding and cosmology please? :)

Hey! Thanks for another great question @north-wyrm!

So this one I had to think about quite a bit, because I am sure that I had wrote quite a bit on this, where it is more based on the Solstice and the New Years festival for the main four lands. but I can't currently find it in my archives. But I will probably do a bit more of an update to it, since it has been some time since I have wrote about the other lands (Besides Blazica and the two mighty protagonists that lives in that area.)

Blazica <- It's a place where most people would like to live in! Despite the place having hot summers, it has such nice and cold winters to the point where snow starts to fall throughout the land. It's a place where there are quite a bit of castles and architecture around the place. The richer parts like Pyrocast has more of castles and there's lots of shops with people bustling around, buying or working in places. And around, they have ferries, steam trains and use lots of coal to get to and from places. The poorer countries seems to be more smoked or has lots more garbage around and may not be as nice. But the holidays there are the time where most people would be able to get food for a low price, watch the fireworks and be able to have a good time.

Gustinflew <- Has lots of mountains, and is very hard to access if you don't have wings. They are pretty strict in a way where they don't like much foreigners accessing their land, and if you bring a boat and they notice, usually it ends up vanishing, as it isn't part of the Oceanci territory (However, the Gustinflew and Oceanci leaders are close to each other and do offer flights via Phoenixes directly to and from those places.) It's a hard place to access, yet they have such nice rivers and greenery around, that most would like to visit, yet many won't really know how to. The place in winter also has auroras around, which it's located at the higher part of the Gaia, so it's a place where many would want to visit. There is also a calm and relaxed atmosphere that comes along with that place and the ruler there tries his best to make sure that there are no problems with the areas and make sure there's some equilibrium with the place.

Oceanci <- This place has lots of beaches, streams and rivers. Since most of the people there are either nymphs, mermaids or fishes, there's lots of areas where they could hang around and hang out under the stones around the water and find a way to be able to get to about anywhere in the place and beyond. The main castle area, Seafall Cove is where they have the transportations to Gustinflew, Aeromount Ridge, and there's also a city hanging around there with white stone paths, a big city area with shops, rides and a place to explore around the big statue of the Queen of Seafall, Nerida and it's a place to admire the glamor of her statue and the simplicity that comes along with it. The caves where the Queen is at is more water based and has a little community living there and is a place that the other civilians tend to stay around, since Nerida welcomes them there.

Lander'n <- I've been thinking about quite a bit, and I think there's a certain section of the place which is just pure grass and greenery! It's the most beautiful place you can imagine with lots of logs, nature, flowers, and the things that makes forests wild and unpredictable. However, there's another part of it, where it is a bigger part of the continent, where it's just desert. Scorching mornings, freezing night times, and the daybreak or sunset is the best time to go out, although depending on the animals there, they may prefer to be outside at night. And in the desert areas, I find that they use a system where water can somehow flow through the main castle that the Sultan Terra has built with lots of her allies and friends and make sure that the people who visit around those parts wouldn't die because of the lack of water, even if they can survive longer without water than other places, it's something that helps keep their place flowing.

I will mention that those areas aren't the only areas that exist. It is the main continents to keep the world working, but there are a lot of other little islands and countries too. Like where one of the character's live is just in the offsets of Blazica, there's a little Island called Evergreen, where it's pretty scrappy around there, however the people around the area are nice and homely. But as of the past few years, it has become a bit more of a place where people wouldn't want to go and visit due to the influx of wolves and foxes.

Cosmology:

I haven't decided whether it is on a cosmos sort of way or a place that is a bit higher up, but there is also another place called Cloudy Palace, and this place is not accessed through travelling or usual means of travelling a ferry, flying up or walking that way. I guess that's why it's a bit hard to describe that it's in the Gaia (which is what I call the earth) but not exactly in a place where you are struggling for air like when you're in the cosmos.

I will have to admit, there are a lot of stars rising up in the sky, with the typical sun, planets, asteroids, stars and black holes around here. I haven't really considered about changing anything about the solar system to tell you the truth, however I know that I have power types that I have created which at least with the current Duality, seems to reference space in some way.

[electricalembassy]

The Ultimate Guide to Air Conditioning Installation in Brisbane: Finding the Right Specialists

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Conclusion

Choosing the right air conditioning system and specialist is crucial to staying comfortable during Brisbane's hot summers. Whether you opt for a split system, ducted air conditioning, or another type, ensure that you work with a reputable company like Electrical Embassy to get the best results. With the right system and proper maintenance, you can enjoy a cool, comfortable home all year round.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Thirty

Price went over how this mission was going to go – infiltrating one of the ‘safe houses’ Michael could potentially be at in Las Almas. It was a shock to you that Michael was also in the sex trafficking ring and using the black-market arms dealing as a cover. Your stomach turned when you thought about how close you used to be, and he was doing all of this at the time without you knowing.

               The house was in the middle of no where and it would be pretty obvious if any vehicles came down there considering nobody should know where it is. Price suggested that we fly over and drop in about half a mile from the house and kill anybody that stood in our way – but leave Michael alive. You knew without a doubt, Michael knew you and 141 were coming.

               Your eyes grew heavy from Ghost gripping your thigh and Soap rubbing your shoulder. You decided it would be best to get all the rest you could before tomorrow night. You leave the briefing room and head towards the bedroom, your feet feeling heavier with each step. Paranoia set in thinking if the drug was still harking your system, but deep down you knew it was from your mind over working on different thoughts.

               Your skin felt oily from the amount of times your body flustered in the briefing room and you wanted to shower and wash the ‘sinful’ thoughts from your mind before getting into bed. Not like it mattered from how dirty they had become from Ghost fucking you sweetly into the bed. Your stomach fluttered from the thoughts of the last few nights and how careful he was with you. Patient and kind – which was the opposite of Lieutenant Riley.

               You strip your clothes in the bedroom, making a trail to the bathroom before stepping onto the cold tiles and turning the water on in the shower. The familiar steam filled the shower, and you stepped in, hanging your head low to allow the hot water to knead your neck. You closed your eyes as the water ran over your face and dripped off the end of your hair and chin.

               The heat of the water made your knees weak, and they shook to support you as your hand reached out to hold yourself up against the wall. Your breaths became deeper as your head became lighter.     

               “Harley?” a Scottish accent asked.

               You fluttered your eyes open and answered breathily, “Yes.” You heard his footsteps getting closer but approaching with caution.

               “You okay?” he asks.

               The shower door opened, and your heavy eyes slowly found his amber ones. Ghost reached into the shower and turned the water a little colder – your breathing becoming better. “You’re going to pass out if you keep it that hot,” Ghost said to you with concern in his voice.

               You remove your hand from the wall and slowly stand up. The door to the bathroom shuts and the sound of the lock clicking in place echoed your eardrums. Your eyes darted from amber to blue as both sets stared back.

               Ghost took a step towards you and reached his hand up to your wet face, “How about we shower with you, yeah?”

               You nodded your head and shut the shower door, adjusting the water a little hotter – but not as hot as before. You could see the figures of them stripping out of their clothes from the fogged glass and the sound of their gear hitting the floor.

               The shower door opened, and your heart fluttered. Nervousness kicking in. “Have you washed yet love?” Ghost asks you.

               You shake your head no. Ghost steps in first in front of you as his body towers yours - the water runs over his neck and shoulders. You always admired when Ghost took his mask off and showed you his face. It was almost like a Christmas present you would never get tired of unwrapping.

               Soap stepped in and closed the shower door, standing behind you – and here you were with two of the world’s most dangerous killers and you between them. Soap grabbed a the washcloth and handed it to Ghost as he wet it and lathered it with soap. He handed the bar to Soap so he could wash your back as Ghost washed your front.

               You sucked in a breath of air as Soaps hands collided with your bare skin – leaving a sudsy trail. His hands weren’t as rough or as big as Ghosts, but they were comforting and kind. Soap pressed hard into your tight muscles as he washed you. Your hands fly up to Ghosts chest to brace yourself as he washed your front.

               You close your eyes from the sensation of being pampered and taken care of. You leaned your head to the side as your breathing became heavier from the overwhelming feeling inside you. Ghost dropped the washcloth – the wet sound colliding with the floor. He quickly crashed his lips to yours as his hand found your freshly shaved pussy – inserting two fingers.

               A moan escaped your lips as you felt a hand in your hair to pull your head back as Soap nipped at the sweet part of your neck. Your skin flared with goosebumps from the sensation that was taking over your body. Your breathing fell heavier as Ghost brought his fingers in and out of you hard while Soap forced your head back and nipped at your neck – marking his territory in the process.

               “You think she likes this, Johnny?” you hear Ghost ask.

               You felt Soap smile against your skin, “Oh indeed LT, but I think she wants more.”

               A whimper comes out of you when you feel Ghost remove his fingers from your slick pussy.

               “Open,” he demands.

               You look at him with that devilish look, “No”.

               He jerks his head back at your defiance before gripping your jaw and squeezing, “Don’t make me tell you again,” he warned.

               Soap bit down hard on your neck, causing you to gasp as Ghost filled your mouth with his two fingers coated in your slick wetness.

               “Mmm,” Ghost hummed, “That’s a good girl.” Your tongue danced over his fingers, tasting yourself and how sweet you were. You felt Soap remove himself from behind you. Your shoulders slack from the missing heat that was keeping you warm behind you.

               Ghost removed his fingers from your mouth, “On your knees and face me princess.”

               You turn your head to look back and see Soap sitting on the shower floor with his back against the wall. Your eyes widen when you see him stroking his cock – realizing him and Ghost were damn near the same size.

               You felt Ghosts hands on your shoulders as he applied pressure – forcing you down. You step back to spread your legs over Soaps and start to squat. Soaps hands find your waist to guide and support you on your way down. You get on your knees to a more comfortable position as you hover over Soaps thick cock – teasing him.

               You look up at Ghost as he towers over your small frame, eye level with his cock. His cock was another favorite thing you loved about him. How it made you feel and most of all, how it looked. Thick, long and veiny. It suited him and from the looks of it, Soaps was about the same.

               You feel Soap pulling you down by your waist, wanting to feel how tight and wet you are. You knew he wanted to feel your tight pussy wrap around him, but you also loved teasing him just as much.

               Ghost looked down at you with lust filled eyes, “Sit,” he demanded. His tone low and dark.

               You swallowed hard and allowed Soap to pull you down onto him. The head of his cock pushed past your wet folds as he entered you. “Bloody hell Harley!” he moans out.

               Your mouth flies open as he fills you, Ghost taking this opportunity to fill your mouth with his cock – a deep grunt radiating through him. You lower yourself about halfway on Soap before coming back up slowly, teasing the poor man. He grips your hips harder and forces you all the way down onto his cock.

               You jerk your head back and let out a loud moan as Ghost grabs your hair at the back of your head and forces you to take all his cock down your slender throat. Your loud moans were suffocated by him.

               Soap shifted his hips upwards, matching your rhythm as you bounced up and down on his cock while Ghost throat fucked you. Every time you gagged, Ghost forced all of himself down your throat, holding you there.

               “That’s a good girl,” Soap praised from behind you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you changed your rhythm of bouncing up and down to grinding back and forth.

               “Look at you on your knees for me,” Ghost praised as his deep voice shook everything in you. He removed his hand from your hair and cupped your chin, feeling his thick self-sliding in and out of your warm mouth.

               You bucked your hips harder and faster as the men in the shower praised you. “That’s it Lass, just like that,” Soap moaned. He removed one of his hands from your hips and slapped your ass, hard. You arched your back from the sudden sting, allowing him to go deeper and Ghost to go even further down your throat.

               The warm igniting feeling deep in your stomach came back around, but this time it was more intense. A feeling you had never felt, but you could tell it was strong. Soap drew his hand back again and slapped your ass in the same spot even harder. You open your mouth as far as you can to let out a scream, but gagged immediately as Ghost slammed his cock back down your throat.

               “I think she likes it Johnny,” Ghost says – his voice heavy.

               You moan around Ghosts cock sending vibrations up to him. Your pussy starts to clench around Soap as he grabs you by your hair, forcing your back against his chest – removing your mouth from Ghost. Your legs are spread wide as Ghost has a full display of Soaps cock stretching your tiny pussy wide.

               Soap pumps into you hard and fast and his other hand covers your mouth to suppress your load moans. You rest your head into the crook of his neck while your back arches against him. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as Soap mercilessly fucks you.

               “You take me so well Harley,” Soap grunts in your ear, “I know you can see my cock sliding in and out of you,” his words pause as he continues to pump into you.

               You writhe against him as your moaning becomes more frequent, “Ahh, she’s right there LT.”

               You hear Ghost growl as he squats down and reaches for your swollen clit. You shake your head back and forth protesting the love of your life not to. You couldn’t take any more of this tortuous bliss.

               Ghost quickly rubs your swollen clit back and forth with his thumb as you let out a muffle scream – your slick walls clenching tightly around Soaps thick cock. You try to close your legs, but Soap has them wide open and forced open from his, allowing Ghost to torture you even more.

               Ghost watches as your pussy contracts around Soap and rubs your clit even harder. You close your eyes as your world was now filled with all kinds of colors and your body felt like it was light as a feather.

               “I’m about to come,” Soap grunts, “Where do you want me to come beautiful?” he asks with desperation in his voice.

               You open your heavy eyes, “I-in me,” you breathe out.

               Soap fucks you harder as Ghost continues to rub your swollen clit, “Say my name,” Soap moans out.

               “Jo-johnny,” you moan.

               “Again,” this time his voice darker as he thrusted into your hard.

               “Johnny!” you scream.

               Soap grunted as he felt your pussy clench and grip him. His cock thrusting into you hard and slow, savoring every moment and not wanting to waste any of his come. Your body collapsed onto his as his chest heaved up and down, your body lifting and falling with each of his breaths.

               “Your not done yet love,” Ghost said as he grabbed your arm and lifted you off Soap. He removed the wet hair out of your face and placed a kiss on your lips, “You need to clean up your mess,” he says with a sly grin.

               Ghost turns you around and you get on you hands – already on your knees as you brace yourself with your hands. You feel Ghost press himself against your sore entrance as he shoves himself into you. You arch your back and let out a gasp from the forceful intrusion.

               You bend down even lower and take Soaps cock in your mouth – tasting the sweetness of you and the saltiness from him. The mixture being a perfect blend. Your moans vibrated his cock as Ghost fucked you from behind – each of his hard trust allowing you to deepthroat Soap even more.

               Soap held your hair as he watched your mouth wrap around him. You slowly looked up into his ocean blue eyes as you bobbed your head up and down on him, “Goddamn,” he groaned, “You truly are beautiful.”

               You furrowed your brows at the sweet compliment. Ghost grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look Soap in his eyes, “That’s my sweet girl,” Ghost praised. His rhythm picking up. Soaps eyes went from yours to your breasts that jolted with each thrust. You melted under Ghosts touch as your eyes started to roll in the back of your head and your moans filling the bathroom.

               “I think she’s going to come again LT,” Soap said as he strokes his cock again. Ghost forces your head back down onto Soaps cock – you gagging in the process. Soap moans loving the way you sound around him.

               “B-baby?” you moan out as you remove your mouth from Soap - reaching a hand back to Ghost.

               He grabs your hand and holds it at your back before taking the other one and holding them both there. “Yes my love?” he grunts.

               Before you could answer, Soap grabs your head and forces you back onto his cock. You were at their will and their mercy from your hands being bound behind your back.

               Soap lifts your head for a moment, tears streaming down your face from his thick cock stretching your throat, “I-im about to c-.” You were cut off as Soap forced you back onto him.

               “Oh, I know you are love,” Ghost cooed, “I feel your tight pussy throbbing for me.”

               Ghost fucked you harder, your pussy swollen from the large intrusions that made you feel like heaven. You continued to gag on Soaps cock as you felt him twitch in your mouth.

               “Who do you belong to?” Ghost asked you in a dark sultry tone.

               Soap lifted your head and looked you in the eyes as you answered, “You do Simon.”

               Soap shakes his head with a devilish grin on his face and forces your head back down.

               “No,” Ghosts tone not changing. “Who do you belong to?” he asks again.

               Soap lifts your head back up and you gasp for air, “To…you and Johnny,” you moan out. Ghost growls as Soap pushes your head back down onto his cock.

               “That’s right my sweet girl,” Ghost moans out as he picks up his pace, “Say my name love. Say who’s fucking you.”

               Soap lifts your head for just a moment, “Simon” before shoving his cock back into your mouth. “Simon,” you say around Soaps cock. You hear Ghost growl in approval behind you. You feel his cock twitch and his hot come spilling deep inside you. Your moans were suffocated from Soaps cock as he forced your head all the way down – coming again, coating your throat with his hot come.

               Ghost jerks you up by your arms and has your body flush against his. He wraps his hand around your throat, “Swallow.”

               You look Soap in his blue eyes as you swallow his come. Your throat moving up and down as it slides down. Ghost felt you swallow against his hand, “That’s my good girl,” he says as he places a sweet kiss on your head.

               Soap stands up and reached down to help you up – your legs weak and your body felt fragile. Ghost and Soap both washed you again, and then themselves before stepping out of the shower to dry off. They dried you off and Ghost carried your tired body to the bedroom, setting your down on the bed. Soap covered you up as your eyes closed and a deep sleep took over you.

A/N: I really hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I did 😊

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Dragonblade Deep Dive - Chapter Three

Chapter Two

The views expressed in this synopsis/analysis/review/whatever it is are entirely my own, and as a long-standing Gunther fan who sometimes struggles with change they are neither perfect nor unbiased. I will do my best however to be fair.

Chapter Three: A Butterfly Effect

The chapter begins in the garden, explaining how the watering system for the entire castle works. It’s interesting information.

Lavinia is playing chess against Dragon, although it’s not going well. Dragon accidentally breaks a flowerpot, and Jane arrives with Haroldus in tow. More things are broken and Haroldus is astonished by Dragon’s intellect, but he keeps comparing him to pet animals.

Lavinia chats with Haroldus and mentions that she is “challenging” and that her mother the queen blames Jane’s influence for this.

Haroldus says he was never sure if Dragon really existed or if he was just a rumour started by Theodore as a tactic to keep invaders away from the castle. He seems thrilled to find that Dragon is in fact real and wants to make a drawing of him, which Dragon readily agrees to. Lavinia has been learning to draw from Jester and decides join in.

Cuthbert (12-13) arrives and is no more polite than when we last met him. Jane appreciates his bluntness as she always knows where she stands with him. He and Dragon rehash the details of the day he was kidnapped, leading to Dragon and Jane meeting for the first time. Cuthbert is snooping through Haroldus’ bag and finds some preserved butterflies, which he reacts to badly. Haroldus is patient but Cuthbert is disgusted by his butterfly killing ways and storms off.

Lavinia finishes her drawing and Haroldus admires it, asking if he can have it. Lavinia wants to offer it to Jester first, as apparently he has all of her previous pictures on his walls. She leaves to show him, and Pepper arrives with refreshments.

Haroldus asks if she and Rake are still romantically entangled, and then thankfully before Pepper can regale him with Rake’s intimate skills, Haroldus whips out a coconut and gives it to her. Pepper is mystified by it and Haroldus offers no clues. Jane ignores etiquette and starts eating when she realises Haroldus isn’t going to. She contemplates the butterflies as she does so, sympathising with Cuthbert and acknowledging the price of knowledge. Could this be foreshadowing??

Cut to Theodore’s office, where the young prince is expressing his displeasure over Haroldus. Cuthbert wants him removed from the castle immediately and the Kingdom soon after that. Theodore offers to put him up in the tavern overnight and have him sail out the next day (all in keeping with his original plans) which satisfies Cuthbert until he quickly realises that Theodore has conceded nothing. He states he wants to be old and wise quickly, but Theodore doesn’t rate it. It’s nice to see Cuthbert shown as intelligent and determined, although his concern for dead butterflies outweighing his concern for dead humans could make him an interesting king one day.

It's still hot and sunny, and Lavinia has re-joined the others in the courtyard. She is playing in the fountain, having a noisy time, which draws the queen out. The Queen is instantly cross with Jane and blames her for the princess’ behaviour. Lavinia is becoming more determined to be like Jane, and the Queen resents Jane for it. Lavinia tells her mother that Jane had tried to stop her but it’s not good enough for Gwendoline, who is angry at Jane and hauls her daughter away. This is another strange and unwelcome change to the relationship between characters, with the Queen having previously been an admirer and supporter of Jane’s. The episode A Thing of Beauty comes to mind. Is there a reason for this change? Will we ever find out? Who knows!

Jane retreats to her tower, leaving Dragon and Haroldus deep in conversation, and has a nap on the roof. She wakes in the late afternoon and heads down to the stables to bathe in a water trough, washing her hair with hand extracted lavender oil and the ash of an oak tree. Sounds like something I could pay a lot of money for at a beauty store.

Now we are back at the dining table, Jane groomed and dressed in the “good” clothes Jester had previously made for her to convince her to attend a town dance. She went, and danced with Jester, Gunther and Smithy while Pepper and Rake danced together.

Everyone is trying to figure out what the coconut could possibly be, and Rake has the best guess. Jester is suspicious of both the coconut and Haroldus, who is still talking to Dragon. Jane and Jester discuss Haroldus’ virtues, Jane implying that Jester thinks she is smitten with Haroldus, and Jester says he is “three times your age” which would make him just shy of 50. Jane states that she loves Dragon despite him being so much older, and Smithy adds that he loves Pig who is two years older than him (making her 20, so the original Pig!) and calls her “she”. Jester says that it’s best not to continue that line of thought. I begin to wonder if I am having a stroke.

Cuthbert appears, demanding fruit and cream for tea, obviously still (always?) in a mood. He notices Haroldus with Dragon and wonders if he will pin Dragon up like a butterfly. Jane assures him she will be escorting Haroldus to the tavern soon. Cuthbert spots the coconut and Pepper tells him it was a gift from Haroldus, which makes Cuthbert call him an “outrageous flirt” before he departs, muttering portents of doom.

Pepper is amused by the idea that Haroldus was flirting with her, and Rake is bewildered. Jane dismisses the idea.

End chapter.

Overall impressions:

A few headscratchers in this one. Why is the Queen so hostile towards Jane? Why is Cuthbert reacting so strongly towards Haroldus? Why is the implication made, however briefly, however implausibly, that both Jane AND Pepper could have a romantic interest in Haroldus or him in them? It added nothing to the narrative, there was no reason for it that was explained, and it’s a very disturbing concept. There are only two teenaged girls in this entire cast, Haroldus has not been in the kingdom a full day yet, but the possibility of a romantic connection between them was mentioned not for one (bad enough!) but both of them? WHY?!

Jane’s ability to find the good in Cuthbert’s blunt approach to life is actually nice to see. He needs to learn to temper himself, but he is still a child and at least he’s not deceitful. 

It’s also lovely that Pig is still Pig, and not a descendent after all, although at 20 she is at the top end of pig life expectancy. That says a lot for Smithy’s care.

Changes to canon: Not a lot in this chapter unless you count the Queen’s change of attitude towards Jane

Time passed since the start of the novel: We are still on day one, early evening

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Also, "scent" implies that it must be an amount that can be carried by air, i.e. you can't make like, a cube of whatever you're trying to make.

Suppose you're making water. That could be said to be part of the "scent" of a flower, right? It's also small and is easily carried by air. I suppose it may be possible to create a small raincloud, but the amount of water you can produce depends heavily on how much can be emitted into the air without creating drops of liquid water.

Therefore, the best setup would likely be where you have a strong fan blowing dry warm/hot air directly at you. Best case scenario is that the air that passes you is left with as close to 100% relative humidity as possible.

The issue that arises, however, is that the use of a fan requires energy. Even if you could produce a small raincloud high in the sky, I don't know if you'd be able to generate enough energy with it to meaningfully offset the energy used by the fan. A very brief bit of research on google seems to agree, as energy generated from rain seems to measure in the order of microwatts. To make more energy than the system uses, I would guess that it would have to reach the realm of up to 100 watts. Unless there's something I'm missing, the Flower Scent superpower cannot be used to generate any significant amount of clean energy.

In terms of monetary benefit, the best option I could find was somehow mass-producing saffron, but that would still pale in comparison to the sheer mathematical prowess of the Exact Handful superpower. Not to mention the inevitable price drop from saturating a market even in the best case scenario.

If you want to be EXTREMELY loose, however, I suppose one could say that since plants can absorb some radioactive materials (citation needed), you COULD say that these materials are part of the scent of these flowers, even though the flower is not producing the molecules. If you want to allow this level of bullshittery, then yes, I can see it being the best superpower, but that's a bit too far, even for me.

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