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silverspek · 27 days ago

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After Game ‘Meditation’ 𝜗𝜚

Pretty boys who lay their head in your lap pathetically with no shame, pretty boys who apologize as they’re fucking into you, pretty boys that need you to praise them >>>

warnings … nsfw, f!reader, praise kink, oral (r), pull-out method, dom!reader + switch!rin, penetrative unprotected vaginal sex, oralking!rin, established relationship, nicknames, he’s mean but nice <3

Sex with Rin is truly best after he loses a game. You would never tell him this of course, fully aware of his deep rooted pride that is the source of his ego. He’s the best and he doesn’t need you to tell him that … until he does, till it’s just you and him behind a closed door.

Emotions simmer beneath his fluttery teal eyes; anger, frustration, and disappointment readable as his brows furrow and knit together. It makes your skin crawl knowing you can see it reflected so clearly despite him trying to cover his face with his hair, rare is it to see him so vulnerable. “Rin baby, talk to me about it,” you attempt to coax his woe from him.

Your fingers tread in his silky tapered hair as he lays his head expectantly in your lap, seeking comfort. Although he’s much bigger than you are, you don’t mind succumbing to his needs.

Rin Itoshi needingly swaddles his face between your lush thighs whilst he works on his ‘after game meditation’, “hmm…” he merely groans in petulance. Not just yet ready to process his feelings of utter failure. Due to his pride, he stiffens from unnecessary blame that your sweet hands inevitably massage him free of.

Fine. You roll your eyes teasingly. His grip on your thighs and ass tighten as he sighs, his fingertips digging into your meaty flesh while he exhales. Despite this soft and weak side of him, you’re reminded of his restrained strength in these moments. “I watched your game y’know”, you watch all of them, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you Rinnie,” no one else commands attention quite like he does on the field. His ridiculously over complicated method of playing soccer.

“That game was lukewarm, no, room temperature at best actually.” It comes out as mumbles though, his lips and cheek pressed into your warm and supple skin.

You swipe Rin’s dark bangs away from his eyes, tucking his hair lightly behind his ear. This reveals his dramatized lashes and softening features at your sweet words. Rin Itoshi certifiably has a kink for praise, “you’re a star, my star,” you say watching his ears perk up and turn red in response. He’s unbelievably receptive, even the tops of his shoulders flush at your flattery.

It’s like you’ve breathed new life into him, “come here and show me how good you are, Rin.” Pathetic and oh so eager to please as he wraps his toned arms around your waist in an embrace. You’re drawn closer to him, deeper into his emotional turmoil hidden beneath a veneer of insouciance. It’s addicting, just like him.

Rin isn’t always the most vocal at first, but don’t mistake his shyness for a lack of passion though; he’s a gentle lover at heart. He desires you in ways that he can’t verbalize — therefore he’ll let his mouth do the hard work — devoted to your satisfaction.

He begins to kiss down the skin of your stomach, still stationed on his knees before you. “Don't tell me what to do,” gloomy but insolent as ever while he plants wet kisses against your skin. You giggle knowing he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but the haven between your thighs, and you gasp when he starts to spread your legs apart slowly.

There’s drool practically dripping down his chin at the thought of getting to devour you and being rewarded for it with your little whines and heavenly moans. The laser focus he has vanishes into insatiable defiant lust when he removes your shorts and finds how wet you are, a string of slick connects you to your underwear. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, no sly or slick comeback when he’s in the mood.

You should be ashamed as to how turned on by him you are, he’s downtrodden and beaten by his loss, but you swear you’re conditioned by how well he treats your cunny when he’s like this.

Your back instinctively arches your pelvis further into his firm grip as he licks languid stripes on your slit, you watch him tentatively from between the valley of your breasts on the edge of your seat. “Feels good handsome, keep going,” he loves your small quips of encouragement, it fills him with the need to please you more.

You can feel his hot breath on your pussy as he eats you out, swiping his wet muscle against your lower lips and licking the spit off his chin. It's depraved, but he looks ethereal covered in a sheer layer of your slick. “You’re so good at this Rin,” you half moan half praise as he starts to suck on your clit, “fuck— keep doing that n’ I’ll cum.”

You’re sure you are throbbing against him, you just know it. It’s embarrassing how quickly he can reduce you down to your desires, but he loves it needs it like this, needs you desperate for him. “Faster, closer,” you greedily demand as your grip in his teal hair tightens. You make eye contact and the hunger is like an electric charge.

He doesn’t let anyone talk to him like this, no one orders Rin Itoshi to do anything. You, however, are all his sweetness. For you he is compliant and tamed.

Rin loves how your thighs helplessly quiver and try to push him away when he grazes your clit with his teeth; he knows what your pretty pussy really wants, it never lies. He’ll answer the ache of your throbbing core with his tongue, letting it slide in and out of your walls as his nose hits your clit over and over. It’s unclear how he can breathe down there but you could care less because the knot in your abdomen has become unbearable as he tongue fucks you.

He winces and pants into your cunny when your nails dig into his sensitive scalp, the sting ignites him with the burn to watch you unravel. Strings of curses and chants of his name leave you in a hurry, your body feeling lighter as you let yourself go for him. The crescendo of his tongue against your clit continues while you whine, “oh..! ah— my god. It’s s’good.” Your head falls back as you grind out the rest of your orgasm on his face to your heart's content.

He is so painfully hard, and even harder feeling you cum against his tongue without the use of his hands. It makes his pride swell when you run your fingers in his hair as he provides tentative kitten licks to your overstimulated bud.

“You’re so good for me honey,” you say after you find your voice. Your arms reach for him down on his knees, needy to feel his skin on yours following your intense climax. You tug his lumbering body on top of yours, caressing the smooth skin of his large biceps.

It may seem like he’s watching you with an expressionless stare but really you light his every nerve ending on fire, setting off hundreds of reactions and inappropriate thoughts with your every move. He shudders feeling your fingertips graze his clavicle. “You like when I touch you like this, right Rin?” He can barely hold himself steady above you when your legs wrap around his torso and your small hands glide down his toned chest. You swear you heard his breath hitch as you outline his abs with your fingers and grind against his hardening cock.

“Mhhm,” he groans as you kiss his neck, pulling him further into you with your thighs. Despite his aloof and unkind demeanor, Rin soaks up any positive attention you give him. A reaction between the needy and the giving.

“There’s that pleased sigh, relax lovie,” you breathe into his ear as your hands explore his bare back. Rin’s balls pulse uncomfortably with every saccharin laced word and every stupid rhyming nickname that leaves your puffy lips. Fuck, he needs you bad, all his sorrow and frustration melted away by your mere praise and attention.

But you’re quicker to act than he is, freeing his long needy dick from his boxers, lining it up with your entrance as you lay back. Somehow you always know exactly what he needs before he even says it, it gets him so hot and bothered to be desired like this. “Give it to me, I want you Rin,” you say pressing his fleshy pink tip to your cunts entrance.

Logic can’t help him, not when your hot, tight, wet body was sprawled out begging to get fucked by him. All thoughts of his loss, teammates, and game leave his mind as soon as your gummy walls gripped his cock.

“You’re squeezing baby, relax,” he reminds you in an even tone while thumbing your clit. Things tend to get tight if he doesn’t finger you, just a byproduct of his impressive length. His instincts tell him to slam into you again and again till he loses sense of himself but you seem to have other plans.

“How can I when your cock feels this good, like it was made for me.” Rin whines at your sultry tone, twitching inside you in an effort to not let your dirty words get the better of him. “Quit,” he warns with a particularly hard thrust that has your teeth chattering.

“I can take it,” you tell him confidently, locking eyes with him in a challenge before you stare at his lips. You’re so avaricious over him it drives him crazy, how could he deny you?

That’s why he’ll drag his hips in and out of your cunt, indenting your body into the mattress below with each thwap of his hips against your bare ass. He’s to shy to admit how fucking good it feels so he’ll bury his face in your chest or neck to suppress his noises.

It feels like all you can do is hang on to him as he holds your waist firmly and his strong hips piston in n’ out of you; drilling your rigid form into the opposingly soft sheets. “So full Rin,” you’re blissed out from the rate at which he slams himself inside you, causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes as your voice begins to slur from pleasure.

He doesn’t mean to, he swears he would never be so rough with your body; but he can’t help it. You’re beautiful, you’re praising him, andddd he’s utterly weak for how creamy your walls feel as he fucks you like a dog.

In his trance like state he apologizes before pushing your knees to your head, spreading you impossibly wider for him so he can feel you that much closer. The intimacy of his need makes you feel warm from the tips of your toes up; you feel yourself threatening to cum.

“Not yet, I’m not done with you.” He says, groaning as he sheaths his length in your walls, base to tip. Every whimper and thrust from him makes you cry out, but he can’t stop. Not when he’s so tantalizingly close to cumming his brains out, so he’ll apologize again and again as he bullies all mean 8 inches where no one else can claim you.

You can’t hold it, releasing all over him in slurs of ‘I love you Rin’ and ‘ah! Don’t stop.’ Seeing you at your highest satisfaction makes his toes curl and with a mere sloppy 3 thrusts, he’s pulling out to cum all over your pussy, admiring how it pools down to your slit. “I’m sorry baby, fuck— ew. Let me clean you up.”

When he returns to you with a wet rag it’s silent as he climbs back into bed. Wiping the mark of his filthy desires from the insides of your legs while you pet his head. “You made me feel .. unbelievable,” you say trying to meet his gaze, not yet done praising him for a job well done.

“I don’t need your pity, shut up and let me clean you.” There’s no bite in his voice, no sarcasm nor malice. Once he’s done he returns to his previous position, laying his head in your lap as you sit in comfortable silence. His thumb rubs appreciative circles in your skin as a way of verbalizing his love for you, it’s only thanks to you that he was able to ground himself.

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barrymccaulkinem · 2 years ago

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my thing about the pubic hair discussion is that i cant stand having hair on the shaft and there's like one follicle way out of place and i have a hard time stopping at that once im down there with a shaver :3

#plus comfort ball holding feels way better with smooth balls to me.#but my wish to be smooth could well be gender dysphoria who's to say #i always wanted smooth legs but idk how to get a close shave without horrible razorburn and ive given up.#i was very sad to learn that laser hair removal is horribly painful. ive got like 4 follicles per pore -_-

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pprodsuga · 1 year ago

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while you were sleeping

summary: jay thinks he loves you best when the two of you are back together in the early hours of the morning.

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enjoy this short lil slice of life au

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

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When Jay looks down at your still figure after he’s awoken, he’s not surprised to see that you’re still sleeping.

It’s endearing, the way your cheek is pressed against the side of his arm and the way your lips form a small pout. He’s impressed at the way the two of you have managed to somehow cling to each other in your slumber. Your hair’s rustled from a good night’s sleep and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up.

Jay presses a chase kiss to your temple and refrains the urge to laugh at your stone-like figure, opting to swing himself over the bed and get ready for the day. He’s no stranger to late nights and early mornings; his sleeping schedule is far beyond the point of saving and he knows there’s no use staying in bed when he isn’t planning to sleep.

When he emerges from the bathroom, you’re still sleeping in the same position you were when he first woke up. Jay looks at you from the foot of the bed and tilts his head as if he's inspecting you, and he might as well be with his laser focus on the subtle movement of your chest rising and falling against the soft mattress below you.

It’s not every day he gets to wake up with no alarm and with you sleeping beside him. Jay savors days like this where all he worries about is what time to start cooking breakfast to the time when you wake up. But he knows you’ll subconsciously emerge from his bedroom when the smell of the meal he’s preparing begins to echo throughout the dorm rooms. That, he knows for sure.

Like clockwork, Jay pulls the ingredients to make a simple, warm breakfast when he closes his bedroom door shut behind him. Jake is barely awake with Jungwon on the couch in the living room when Jay begins to scroll on his phone for recipe ideas with the ingredients they have in their fridge and pantry after a last minute shopping trip. Neither of the two boys acknowledge Jay’s presence beyond a slow nod, with Jungwon rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with no luck.

Jay’s lucky, in a sense, that jetlag doesn’t affect him too much when he returns home. He’d love to think it’s because he’d rather fight his body to stay awake in order to spend time with you until he’s whisked away on another flight to a different country. Phone calls and texts are frequent between the two of you, but it’s never enough.

Heeseung and Sunghoon join the others on the couch and Jay’s sure he must've woken up Sunoo with the accidental bang of metal bowls. Riki’s the last to emerge, appearing slightly more awake than the rest of his members, but all six of them sit wordlessly around the common area on their phones or watching the television.

The best thing Jay can whip up is a simple American breakfast–pancakes, eggs, and bacon with fresh fruit on the side–from the groceries you had so graciously offered to buy before they returned home. Jay had told you to buy enough to cover one meal for the next morning to survive the massive jetlag all seven of them were about to experience, but you’d gone a step beyond and had replenished their fresh fruits and small desserts as a form of a welcome home gift. It feels comforting to eat strawberries in the comfort of his own home as opposed to tasting it on extravagant cakes in some European city he’ll return to only for work.

“Smells good,” is the only thing Heeseung says before gulping down a large glass of water. His voice is hoarse from the months spent on tour and promotions, and Jay knows how tired the eldest must be if he isn’t willing to crack a joke or two.

Jay takes one look at his bedroom door to see that it’s still closed as he left it. He considers himself wildly lucky to have someone as compassionate and as kind as you in his life; his career path leaves little room for mistakes and the culture around dating as a public figure leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he thinks about the beginning of your relationship. Jay doesn’t enjoy hiding you, nor does he like the fact that he isn’t free to talk about you without a moment’s notice. But you reel him in and you’re the one who reminds Jay that the world doesn’t need to know about your relationship in order for it to be real.

Still, he thinks he asks too much of you when he kisses you in a secluded area of the airport or when he has to rush you backstage before his shows begin.

Jay is sure the fans pick up on his changed behavior. He’s hesitant to hold hands with people he meets unless they ask him to. He ignores fan-made signs with flirtatious comments out of respect for your relationship. It irks him when journalists ask the group about their respective love lives because he can’t talk about you. Jay talks like he knows a thing or two about a thing or two, and he tries to ignore the comments on his livestreams when he converses a little too much about the meaning of love and happiness.

His favorite moments with you are when he gets to walk around the city with a mask on his face and his hand in yours. For just a day, he can be a regular person on the streets of Seoul parading around the love he has for the person he’d love to call his life partner someday. He can make you flush in public and say things in your ear that’ll make you grab his arm just a little tighter. Jay can pretend he’s a normal twenty-year-old-something navigating his first serious relationship with the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

But he also loves it when you get to travel with him and watch him perform from the crowd in a country you’ve always wanted to visit. You always insist on it and he does his best to reserve a spot for you where you’ll be able to experience his concert like the dedicated fan that you are. He loves that you meet him backstage just moments before the encore, too, and he loves when you give him a short kiss before he’s wanted back onstage to say one final goodbye to an adoring crowd that chants his name at any given moment. Jay’s proud of his work and he’s elated to know you’re proud of it too.

His thoughts are interrupted when he hears his bedroom door creak open, after he’s put the last pancake on your stack and as he pulls the bacon to fry. Jay looks behind him temporarily, your sleepy figure wrapped in a throw blanket approaching him with a blank stare as if you haven’t had a single thought in days.

You look cute like that.

“Morning,” you mumble into his back with your face pressed against the fabric and your arms around his middle. You leave room enough for Jay to maneuver without having to pry your arms off of him.

“Hi, sleepy girl.” Jay moves his head and kisses the part of your head he can reach before shifting his focus to the task at hand. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby.” He hears you yawn. “But you were gone when I woke up.”

“Somebody needs to feed you,” Jay chides with a smile on his face. He feels you return his smile against his back.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells really good, baby.”

Jay thinks he might combust with the extra squeeze you give him. It’s been nearly three months since he was able to feel you cling onto him like this.

“Oh, yeah? I picked up a few tricks from the hotel’s chef while I was abroad.”

“Like what?”

“I shouldn’t turn the heat up too high when cooking thin meat like bacon and scrambled eggs have better texture when you leave it sitting for a few minutes.”

“I love having a personal chef.”

Jay chuckles deeply. You press a long kiss to his back and he closes his eyes for a brief moment.

“Almost done,” he promises, dropping the last bit of bacon for the two of you onto a plate before turning the head off.

“Oh shit, that bacon smells so good.”

Sunghoon emerges from behind him and eyes the meat that’s still steaming underneath the kitchen light. Jay swats his hand when it gets too close to the bacon, but he inevitably draws the attention of the other members who are now more awake than they were twenty minutes ago.

“Those pancakes look good,” Riki comments. You’ve let go of your boyfriend by now, who is actively trying to pull away the breakfast he’s made for just the two of you.

“Yah,” Jay says. “You guys can make your own breakfast. This one’s for me and my girl.”

“But it smells so good and I might die of hunger,” Jungwon dramatically wines, stomach growling as if on cue.

While Jay is bickering with Jake, who has taken it upon himself to scope through the fruit Jay has cut for you, you’ve stolen a decent-sized pancake and begin to tear it into pieces. You hand one to Riki, and then to Sunoo who has waited quietly behind the taller boy, and then to Jungwon, who looks at you as if you’ve saved him from starvation. The four of you munch on the sweet pancake while the other four boys begin to raise their voices until Sunghoon points at the four of you silently eating in front of them.

“You wound me,” Sunghoon accuses you, hand dramatically clutching his chest when he realizes what you’ve done. “After all we’ve been through?”

“They were hungry,” is your only defense.

“This is preferential treatment,” Jake begins to argue with a pout.

Heeseung’s busy putting pieces of bacon in his mouth the moment Jay looks away from the sizzling plate. It’s too late by the time the young chef realizes what’s happening. Before he knows it, half of the breakfast he’s dedicated his morning to cooking is in the stomachs of people he had not intended to feed.

Jay looks at you with an apologetic smile despite knowing you were the one who instigated this predicament. Wordlessly, you pull the used metal bowl from the sink and rinse it before beginning to make more pancake batter. You silently coax Jay into frying up more bacon by bumping his hip with yours.

Jungwon’s the first to thank you. He leans his head down to rest on your shoulder for a few seconds before Sunoo does the same to your other. They both leave as Riki tugs your shorter body into his from behind and lets his cheek rest against the crowd of your head, mumbling a quiet gratitude as you whisk the batter.

Jay merely looks at you in awe after Riki detaches himself. You’re concentrating far too hard on not spilling the sweet mixture on the counter as the boys resume their time in the living room with Heeseung asking if any of them would like to play a video game while you two cook.

“I love you,” he says before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The kiss itself is over quicker than he’d like, but you look at him like he’s the only person in the room.

“Come on,” you say, bumping your hip with his again. “We’ve got kids to feed.”

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woodlandwizard77 · 7 months ago

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A Step by Step Guide to Losing Your D**k

I recently wrote a series of messages to my aunt talking about all the steps I need to do to get bottom surgery, a penile inversion vaginoplasty at Mt. Sinai, in the next year or two. Its a long list. And everytime I added something she had a sort of “wow thats rough” reaction, but to me its just the to do list. So I decided to write them all out.

Start transition DONE

Most insurance companies and surgeons require you to have socially transitioned and have done HRT for at least 1 year at the time of operation

For social transition, this was March of 2024

For HRT it will be January of 2025

Get a referral to a surgeon (I am here)

In my case, Mt. Sinai in Manhattan

My Doctor referred me, but Mt. Sinai takes self referrals

Start laser hair removal

Book a consultation (I am here)

Go to laser frequently enough to satisfy surgeon

Convince Mom and Dad to help out DONE

Get 2 letters

Social Worker (1)

PCP's Office

Social Worker (2)

Mt. Sinai

Get a gender affirmation loan through the local credit union

Work two weeks so I can take in pay stubs

Get a letter from anybody (probably my HRT prescriber

Meet with representative and either open a line of credit or take out a loan

Consultation with Mt. Sinai’s team

Wait 3-6 months (I’m here)

Bring letters

My insurance only requires 2, less than Mt. Sinai thinks insurance will need, and Mt. Sinai provides 1 of them. Meaning the other is through IHS Behavioral

Schedule Social Work pre surgical consult appt

Schedule Mental Health and Medical Clearance with Registrar

Go to NYC for 1-2 nights, maybe for each, hopefully just once

Maybe also for Social Work thing

Consult with Surgeon

Wait until I’ve worked about 12 months to get short term disability

Probably summer (ASAP) and when Mom has time off

Do logistics

Book an airbnb, hotel, etc for recovery

Starting a few days after OR date and lasting a little over a month

Within a 90 minute drive of Mt. Sinai

Rural enough that Mom is comfortable to help and can go home if someone else shows up

Probably New Jersey, maybe Hudson Valley

Has at least 1, preferably 2, separate bedrooms

Has 2 beds

Has ADA accessible entry

Has a kitchen

Has a full bath, preferably and a half

Has internet and preferably a TV

Lodging for Mom + Dad/care team while I’m in OR

Probably 5-7 days

Preferably with a 1-2 day buffer period before OR date (included in the 7 day estimate) so I can enjoy the city

Either within a short walk from Mt. Sinai or on the same subway line as Mt. Sinai

RW, 1, or ACE

Someone to help me get from recovery location to Mt. Sinai while not in NYC

Develop and get list of items needed for recovery

Dilator

Pads

Gowns/loose clothing

Comfort food

Coordinate missing 8-9 weeks of work

Take care with who knows what before I leave

Inform HR, department manager, and work friends whats up

Get cleared for surgery and get an OR date

Probably a 6-12 month date from clearance

Get pre clearance testing through PCP or a lab in hometown

Go to NYC for that if need be

Week Before Surgery

No alcohol, no aspirin, NSAIDs, herbal supplements, or fish oil

Consult for other non aspirin blood thinners (which I am not on)

No alcohol for 3 weeks after as well

Tylenol/Acetaminophen is okay

Go downstate

See friends from NYC?

Bring Mom/Dad?

Do something fun in Manhattan

Get a COVID test

Take an anti-bacterial bath

Day before surgery

Breakfast before 9am

Last meal

Drink Golytely bowel solution around noon

Chemically induced diarrhea

Clear fluids only after golytely

(includes coffee, tea, water, broth, some juices)

Nothing goes in the stomach after midnight

Some medication okay with a sip of water

HRT???

Get surgery (a penile inversion vaginoplasty)

1 to 1+½ days

I’ve heard of as long as three

3-5 day hospital stay

Mom and Dad probably stay in Manhattan then

Go to recovery location

Drive with seat reclined

Stay for 4 weeks, pretty much bedridden

Go to follow ups

Dilate

Go home

Continue recovery for another 2-4 weeks at home

Follow up with PCP

Return to life

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regressionschoolpersonals · 26 days ago

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GoodBoy4L

Bio Age: 28

Maturity Level: 1-4

Potty Untraining: He is dedicated to reducing his bladder control in subtle yet effective ways. When not diapered, he deliberately pees frequently to shrink his bladder capacity. Once diapered, he fully embraces his regression, often soaking through and requiring frequent changes. He thrives in the comfort of his thick, babyish protection and enjoys the soothing reassurance of feeling properly diapered.

Favorites:

Simple, child-like toys such as blocks, toy cars, and Legos—he finds joy in the uncomplicated and innocent.

Spending time in a playpen, engrossed in imaginative play with his toys.

Bottles and nursing are key comforts that make him feel deeply nurtured.

Cuddling, bath time, and being patted on his diapered bottom bring him immense contentment.

Unique Details:

He is naturally clingy and craves constant attention from a caregiver, flourishing under a dynamic of loving authority.

He deeply enjoys ‘forced’ regression, particularly when it involves wearing diapers under his clothes during public outings, reinforcing his little identity.

A dynamic that includes training to become a bedwetter requiring nightly diapers aligns perfectly with his vision of being cared for as a baby.

He dreams of a 24/7 caregiver relationship where he can fully embrace a babyish lifestyle, feeling nurtured, safe, and protected at all times.

His commitment to his little role extends to physical aspects, such as undergoing laser hair removal to maintain a smooth, baby-like appearance.

Disclaimer: Regression School reminds all prospective caregivers that the information above is as provided by the applicant. Truthfulness cannot be guaranteed, but the cuteness definitely can. @goodboy4l

#ab dl diaper #ab dl lifestyle #ab dl boy

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jujuicykaisen · 11 days ago

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Can you do a drabble or fic about a reader just resting against Nanami's big fat tits?

YES.

Characters: Kento Nanami

Contents: gn!reader, loving descriptions of Nanami's chesticles

Kento Nanami

The train swayed back and forth as it surged along the tracks, carrying you and hundreds of other commuters away from your offices and stores and factories back to your little boxes of peace and privacy. The day weighed on you. It hadn’t been a bad day, just a tiring one. One of those days that seem to last forever, and like the clock starts swinging backward whenever you look away from it.

Clinging to the handrail, standing at an awkward angle to avoid the flying elbow of the woman next to you as she lifted her water bottle to her mouth for the third time in the past minute, you gazed out of the window. The buildings smeared together in an abstract blur as your mind turned to one single, pure, crystallised image for comfort.

A muscular chest, straining the buttons of a crisp, teal blue shirt.

Kento…

That was what you needed. That was your goal. The shining beacon that would lead you home like a candle in the darkness.

Nanami’s tits.

You alighted from the train with a sense of renewed vigour, striding from the station and along the nice, suburban streets. Neighbours, who knew you as “that nice couple”, nodded at you as you passed. You jerked your chin up and down in the rote movement of social niceties, already fishing in your pocket for your house keys.

Nanami would be home by now. He always texted you on the rare occasion he had overtime. The man was thoughtful like that. He was probably sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, his tie removed and the top button of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

Your key scraped against the lock before you managed to wedge it in, twisting it and pushing the door open at the same time. You shuffled into the genkan, dropping your bag, hanging up your coat, tossing your keys into the dish on the hallway table for that specific purpose. You shook your public armour off like a dog coming out of a muddy puddle, and padded up into the house.

“Honey?” His voice echoed toward you. You heard the clink of one of the cut crystal glasses against the table, and knew he was about to get up and come to greet you.

“Don’t move!” you said, barrelling through the living room door. “Stay right there.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow at you, his fingers still splayed around the rim of a whiskey tumbler. He looked exactly as you’d imagined him, right down to the colour of the shirt he’d ironed that morning. His book was still held in one hand, finger tucked between the pages to mark his place.

“Is everything all right?”

“Yes,” you said, stumbling toward the couch, your gaze laser-focused on his shirt, on the landscape of muscle beneath it.

Crawling onto the couch, onto his lap, you buried your face against those heavy pads of pectoral muscle, made smooth by the layer of high quality cotton shirt buttoned over the top. The warmth of his flesh seeped through the cloth, soaking into you. Nuzzling into his collarbones, you let loose a gusty sigh. This was exactly what you needed.

Nanami stared down at the top of your head, even as one of his arms moved to wrap around your waist, holding you securely. He waited a moment for further explanation. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you reassured him, rubbing your cheek against his firm chest. “This is exactly what I needed.”

Nanami watched you rub your face against him like a kitten, still somewhat bemused. He lifted a hand, the blond hairs on his arm glinting in the light, and ran his fingers over your head, smoothing your hair. If you were going to act like a cat, he might as well treat you like one. You let out a low hum of contentment, listening to the steady thud of Nanami’s heartbeat through his shirt.

“Mind if I carry on reading?”

“Nuh-uh. Carry on.”

“Mm, thanks.” He picked up the book, holding it open in one hand, returning to his reading. His other hand ran slowly up and down your back, the heel of his palm running against your spine. It paused briefly. “Don’t motorboat me this time.”

“...no promises.”

#jujuicykaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader

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nenelonomh · 2 months ago

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body hair removal, girl advice

removing body hair is a personal choice and varies from person to person. some girls choose to remove body hair for comfort, aesthetics, cultural reasons, or personal preference. it's important to understand that there's no right or wrong decision when it comes to body hair—it's all about what makes you feel confident and comfortable in your own skin.

however, if you do decide to remove body hair, it’s essential to do it properly to avoid skin irritation, ingrown hairs, and other potential issues. proper hair removal techniques can help maintain the health and appearance of your skin, ensuring it stays smooth and free from unnecessary discomfort.

general tips:

exfoliate regularly: this helps prevent ingrown hairs and keeps your skin smooth.

moisturize: after hair removal, use a gentle moisturizer to soothe your skin and reduce irritation.

wear loose clothing: after hair removal, wear loose, breathable clothing to prevent irritation and let your skin breathe.

why proper hair removal matters:

prevents skin damage: following proper techniques reduces the risk of cuts, burns, and skin irritation.

reduces ingrown hairs: correct methods can help prevent hairs from growing back into the skin, which can be painful and unsightly.

maintains skin health: proper hair removal can help keep your skin looking and feeling healthy, smooth, and soft.

methods of hair removal:

shaving:

tips: use a clean, sharp razor and shave in the direction of hair growth to reduce irritation. use a shaving cream or gel to protect your skin and provide a smoother glide.

why it's important: improper shaving can lead to cuts, razor burns, and ingrown hairs.

waxing:

tips: apply wax in the direction of hair growth and pull it off in the opposite direction. ensure the skin is clean and dry before waxing.

why it's important: improper waxing can cause bruises, skin irritation, and even tear the skin.

depilatory creams:

tips: test the cream on a small patch of skin first to check for any allergic reactions. follow the instructions on the product carefully.

why it's important: leaving the cream on for too long or using it on sensitive areas can cause chemical burns or skin irritation.

epilators:

tips: start with a lower speed setting if you're new to using epilators. exfoliate your skin beforehand to prevent ingrown hairs.

why it's important: using an epilator incorrectly can lead to pain, skin irritation, and ingrown hairs.

laser hair removal:

tips: it's best done by a professional. if using at-home devices, follow the instructions carefully and avoid sun exposure before and after the treatment.

why it's important: improper use can cause burns, pigmentation issues, and ineffective hair removal.

i hope this was helpful! ❤️nene

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elvenbeard · 8 months ago

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Old and Happy

😭 my feels have been all over the place since I finally finished this! Don't even remember when I started, as I kept working on and off on it over a couple of months. But I think it was after writing something particularly angsty and going "you know what, they will get their happy ending though, so it's all good".

Some details and thoughts below the read more cause it got long hhhh ;A;

This is in about 2087 maybe, roughly "ten years later". Vince changed his hair, ditched the rattail for good (or again xD) for something still colorful but a bit more easy to style. But he might change it up again, he's done so repeatedly and still likes to experiment with his hair.

Not visible, he probably would've added some elements to his back tattoo after surviving all of 2077. Johnny's tattoo he covered up as well, he would've done that first probably before the back piece. Adding some things here and there over time, with colors and patterns and wings, some cherry blossoms ('cause a thing of beauty will never truly fade away - hence just not getting laser removal but covering it with something that suits him more, but keeping some elements like the J and V visible). It started with three roses below the "V" as a little homage to Jackie, and 2077 as the year that finally put him on the right track in his life, even if it almost killed him in the process.

Overall he is a healthier weight than he was for most of his life, and finally got some therapy he desperately needed to deal with all the crap he went through pre-2077 already. He's not dyeing his first grey hairs because hell, that he's even still around to get some is amazing with his line of work and life story. And he realized that there's no need to be super well put togeher 24/7, clean shaven and whatnot, when you know you're just gonna be hanging out with your man and cat all weekend (and actually allowing yourself to something like that - leisure time and pizza in bed, unheard of to 2077!Vince). He's doing good and feels good and comfortable, physically and mentally.

Kerry also changed, also embracing the dad bod over abs, probably still experimenting with his looks a lot now and then whenever the label feels like they need to draw attention to him for whatever reason. But to the brown eyes he returned in 2078 already in my headcanon for the Sun ending timeline, and he stuck with them.

Overall I think he might finally care a little less about other people's opinions too, the buzz and the drama, cause he knows that at the end of the day there's always gonna be someone waiting for him at home who loves him unconditionally. He's a bit calmer and at ease, but of course still up to no good whenever he gets the chance to stir shit up xD Vince and him remain to be a dangerous duo you don't wanna mess with. At that point Vince is a well-respected, even if somewhat elusive, fixer, so he's probably even more dangerous now than he used to be as a mere merc with an arsenal of connections and resources at his disposal that can almost rival Kerry's.

I also gave Kerry a lil new cyberware piece on his hand - he is an old man and I think, using his hands as a musician on the daily, at some point there's just gonna be some wear and tear to your bones and joints only tech can fix anymore... Especially if you're stubborn and refuse to retire cause no, you're not done yet, you still have so much to yell into the world and music to make, stuff to add to your legacy and all.

Last but not least: Nibbles is an old lady already as well here, but living her best life with her dads spoiling her rotten, of course!

And then öalkshjdfagsdföasgdfaösfh ;___;

Y'know, "to bad decisions" and all, and two very different pieces still fitting together perfectly somehow, and light and shadows, and the sun and moon and yeah. ;___; Brb crying, the feels are back xD

Thanks so much for reading if you made it this far!! They mean so much to me and aösdjhfajsfhasfk could go on forever about every little detail xD On to the next drawing!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #Cyberpunk2077 #cyberpunk fanart #cp2077 fanart #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x v #cyberpunk v #male v cyberpunk #masc v #otp: to bad decisions #art by me #screaming crying öakjshdfaasdfasfdhf #already been yelling on discord about trying to put everything into words for the past few days xDD #now I finally did it

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musedeluce · 3 months ago

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Coins Flip Both Ways

Xavier x Reader - Your strategy for getting rid of the mob of wanderers worked, but you are not immune to your own schemes.

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst, Injuries, Medical emergencies, Combat, Hospitalization

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"Listen to me." Xavier's usually calm and soft demeanor has been replaced with one of calm focus and calculated ruthlessness towards anything that prevented him from taking care of his cherished partner. "Here is the plan. I've already called for medical help, and right now I am going to carry you out of the no hunt zone so they can take care of you. I don't want to risk teleporting right now with you in this condition. Brace yourself, this is going to hurt." you don't miss the sliver of soft, powerful distress threading through his voice. He himself was worse for wear, covered in scratches and bruises, but ultimately, unlike you, no severe wounds. Though that fact was thanks to your quick thinking after he had been surrounded by a frankly staggering amount of wanderers. No matter how skilled and experienced, when trapped in a battle of attrition, numbers always win. "I'm ready." In anticipation of the pain, you try your best to keep relaxed, as tensing your muscles would only make it worse. With that, he hoists you up, princess style, and runs. He was not wrong, the pain was intense, the shrapnel driven into your side causing a deep, gouging pain. Both you and Xavier had managed to secure a tight bandage around it to staunch the blood, but not removing it so you wouldn't bleed to death. Xavier does his damnedest to keep you steady, but it's not possible to prevent all jostling. Normally Xavier would have carried you on his back, but the shrapnel in your side prevented that. You hold onto him as best you can, doing your best to ignore the pain. The easiest way to do that, is to focus on Xavier's footfalls. He's not speaking, laser focused on getting you to safety, but his steady, sharp, extremely fast staccato footsteps speak for him. The way he cradles you close to his chest and holds you as still as possible, speaks for him. The way he had immediately sought you out after the explosion, his only thought to make sure you were okay, spoke for him.

Though you were bandaged and not in immediate danger of dying from blood loss, you were still in a lot of pain, and losing less blood is still losing blood. Your consciousness becomes fuzzy. As the pair of you make it to the boundary of the No - Hunt Zone, you're met with an ambulance and highly trained medics. You're delivered into their care, barely awake, and you don't notice how Xavier's hands flex before curling into fists after he's not holding you any longer. When you wake up at Akso hospital, the shrapnel gone, your wound stitched up and bandaged, he's there. He's holding your hand as he sleeps with his head on your bed. With your free hand, your fingers card through his hair. "Hey, Xavier." your voice is soft, tender. As soon as it leaves your mouth, he, uncharacteristically, immediately wakes up, sitting up in his chair and still refusing to let go of your hand. "That position didn't look very comfortable, are you feeling alright?" His eyes widen at this, shocked that this is even a concern right now. "I'm alright, but any questions of that sort should be directed at you. Are you comfortable? How does your wound feel?" His earnest blue eyes rove over you, checking for anything more that would be amiss. Shrugging, you take a brief look around your hospital room.

"I'm about as comfortable as can be expected in these circumstances, I guess." Looking back at him you smile. "How unlucky, for me right? But Lucky in another sense since you were there. Thank you." "It didn't feel lucky." He's looking at you, his expression focused and imploring. "Besides, me being there for you isn't a matter of luck. It's a matter of course." Lifting your hand, he kissed it gently, one eye closing briefly as the other gazed at you. "Thank you for your help with the wanderers, it would have been hard to deal with without you." Smiling, you freed your hand from Xavier's and held his face, slightly squishing his cheeks. "You're welcome. It was a pretty impressive strategy, if I do say so myself, it was very effective. Excluding the whole deadly shrapnel wound thing." He winced. "Please, don't do that again." Xavier's eyes were closed and he leaned into your touch. "We're partners, we have each other's backs and protect each other. What am I supposed to do, how am I supposed to protect you if you keep getting injured on my account? You're always my priority, anything else can wait." "Even your own well-being?" With how he was acting, the answer was obviously yes, which was concerning. But, you had an idea on how to proceed.

"Even my own well being - " Xavier withdraws from your touch, sitting straight up and staring into your eyes as if to psychically beam his thoughts to you, to make you permanently aware of them through his eyes alone.

"Ah, well that's no good." You make your tone mock serious to soften the blow and to get your message across in a more palatable way. His expression is surprised and somewhat hurt, but you press on before he can say anything. "Need I remind you that the only reason I improvised that device is because you were surrounded? Stop doing stuff like that." The hurt in his expression deepened, and you could see a growing seed of guilt. "I care about you. I want you to take care of yourself, and I think you should keep this in mind: by taking care of yourself, you're also better able to have my back and be my partner. This relationship goes both ways you know! We're like two sides of the same coin." Playfully, you boop his nose with your finger, and much to your relief his hurt and guilty expression faded, replaced with something adoring, his eyes twinkling. "Both ways, huh? I'll hold you to that. You'll have to take care of yourself as well, for my sake if nothing else, in order to hold up your end of the partnership.”

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A/N: Gotta hit him with that Uno Reverse, but with precision so as not to really hurt him. Second in the series, I guess lol. Zayne's, the first is here and the other ones are in progress. Still getting a handle on writing these characters, but I think I did pretty well here! The title, is of course a reference to the bond of partnership, how it goes both ways and like a coin, has 2 sides. If I missed any tags, or something else, please let me know.

#lads xavier #lnds xavier #l&ds xavier #xavier x reader #love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier x reader #hurt/comfort #x reader

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autumnalal · 5 months ago

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i lost a lot of muscle from my chronic illness so my mother wanted to feel how much i had left. i was indifferent until apparently in order to feel my muscle required her to lift up my pant leg, revealing a very atrophied, very hairy leg. i detest shaving generally, but even if i wanted to, i can't anymore because i have essential tremor, extreme fatigue, and joint pain that makes even shampooing more than once a week a painful feat. i have a doctor's appointment coming up, and rather than commenting on my lack of muscle, my mother chose to comment on my hair. her: "you should probably shave your legs before you see your doctor!"

me: "...i can't shave. i would cut myself open. i have a tremor. it never goes away and it is extremely hard to even wash my hair." her: "oh... well... what about waxing?"

me: "i can't afford that. and i don't have the strength or energy to do it myself." her: *silence* me: *silence* anyway, i share this anecdote bc whether you can or can't shave and choose not to, despite being expected to for your gender expression, it's YOUR body, and that's what most bodies do, and having a body that does that isn't bad or gross or ugly, just existing isn't wrong, and you ABSOLUTELY positively most definitely never ever have to shave for someone else... like your medical specialist who almost certainly doesn't give a crap (and if they did, well, maybe look for a new one). in fact, if anyone convinces you to shave for THEIR comfort, i encourage you not to, and proceed to wave said body hair in their face, to help with your own personal comfort. :) ((side note: this especially applies to disabled folk who have no choice in the matter and/or to poor folk who can't afford luxuries such as body hair removal)) (remember, laser hair removal and full body waxing are luxuries, not necessities) (also shouldn't have to ever explain your reason for personal choices, but here i am doing it anyway)

this has been a psa thank you and good day

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rogueshadow1124 · 5 months ago

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AFTERMATH OF VICTORY

[Task force 141 x reader]

Summary: when the task force have had a long mission and need some well needed rest they decide to relax away at base but not without a little amusement.

Word count: 1566

Warnings: none?

The moon cast a silver glow over the desolate landscape as Task Force 141 trudged back to their base, exhausted but triumphant. The mission had been long, grueling, and fraught with unexpected twists, but they had succeeded in their objective. Now, they were returning home, their once pristine uniforms now smeared with mud and blood, the marks of their labor.

Y/N, was leading the way, her boots crunching against the gravel of the path leading to the base. Her hair was tousled, and her face was streaked with dirt and exhaustion, but her spirit remained undiminished. “Seriously, did we have to spend half the night hunting down that rogue operative?” she grumbled, casting a sidelong glance at Ghost, who was walking beside her.

Ghost, his face concealed by his mask, simply shrugged. “That’s what we do. Find the bad guys and make sure they don’t get away.”

“Yeah, but couldn’t we have had a less complicated mission? Maybe something involving less running and more relaxing?” Y/N replied with a sarcastic edge.

Soap, who was a few steps ahead, laughed, turning back to face them. “What, you mean like a vacation? We’ve been over this, Y/N. We don’t do vacations.”

“Right, because that would be too easy,” Y/N shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Instead, let’s do something that involves getting shot at and blowing stuff up.”

Price, the team leader, had been quietly listening to the banter. He stepped forward, his eyes scanning the horizon. “We’re almost there. Just a bit further and we can drop this gear and get some much-needed rest.”

The team pushed on, their fatigue making each step feel heavier, but their shared camaraderie keeping them motivated. When they finally reached the base, the contrast between the harsh night outside and the warm, inviting interior was palpable. The base was lit with a soft glow from overhead lights, and the hum of the heater provided a comforting background noise.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the team began to shed their gear. Y/N tossed her tactical vest onto a nearby chair with a resigned sigh. “I swear, if I ever see another assault rifle, I’m going to lose it.”

Ghost, who was methodically removing his gear, chuckled softly. “You say that every time. Give it a week, and you’ll be itching for the next mission.”

“Yeah, well, don’t remind me,” Y/N said, flopping down onto the couch with a loud thud. “Right now, I’m all about the relaxation.”

Soap, ever the cheerful soul, grinned as he flopped down beside her, sprawling out with a contented sigh. “Now that’s more like it. No more dodging bullets for the next few hours.”

Price, taking a seat in a nearby armchair, nodded in agreement. “Let’s take advantage of this downtime. We earned it.”

The base’s common area was a cozy, albeit slightly cluttered, space. There were a few worn couches, a coffee table strewn with old magazines, and a small kitchenette in the corner. The room exuded an air of lived-in comfort, a stark contrast to the sterile, high-tech environment of the rest of the base.

Y/N leaned back into the couch, her legs stretched out and her arms folded behind her head. “You know, I was thinking,” she said, looking around at her teammates, “we should really start planning something fun for once. Maybe a team outing or something?”

Ghost raised an eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell through his mask. “And what exactly do you have in mind?”

“Bowling,” Y/N said with a straight face. “Or maybe laser tag. Something where we can all be terrible at it together.”

Soap chuckled, shaking his head. “You know, that doesn’t sound half bad. I haven’t been bowling in years.”

Price leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Bowling, huh? I’d love to see Ghost’s form on the lanes.”

“I’ll have you know,” Ghost interjected with a rare hint of defensiveness, “that I have impeccable aim.”

Y/N snorted. “Impeccable aim in a combat situation, maybe. But I bet you’d struggle with a bowling ball.”

“I’d like to see you try to beat me,” Ghost replied, the hint of a challenge in his voice.

Y/N’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Alright, it’s a deal. But be warned, I’m a force to be reckoned with when it comes to recreational sports.”

Soap raised his hand, as if taking an oath. “I’m in. But we need to add laser tag to the mix. I want to see Y/N try to outshoot Ghost.”

“Oh, it’s on,” Y/N said, her voice full of competitive spirit. “You’ll be eating my dust, Ghost.”

As the conversation flowed, the team’s laughter filled the room. The tension of the mission seemed to dissolve as they reveled in each other’s company. Price, with his usual calm demeanor, joined in the banter, his laughter a warm sound that added to the sense of camaraderie.

Y/N turned to Soap, who was now lounging comfortably on the couch beside her. “Remember that time we were stuck in that warehouse for hours because of a broken radio? We ended up using our tactical gear to play a game of hide-and-seek.”

Soap grinned, his eyes sparkling with recollection. “Oh man, I remember that. You were so sure you had the perfect hiding spot, but Roach found you in less than five minutes.”

“That was because he cheated!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up in mock outrage. “He used the thermal goggles to find me. Totally unfair.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you decided to hide in plain sight,” Roach, who had been silently observing from the corner, said with a smirk. “You should have known better.”

Ghost, still removing his gear, shook his head. “You all are a bunch of children. I can’t believe we survived a mission with this kind of behavior.”

Y/N laughed, a bright, genuine sound that resonated through the room. “Hey, if we didn’t have fun, we’d all be losing our minds by now. This is what keeps us sane.”

The team continued to share stories, each tale adding to the warmth of the evening. As the hours passed, the initial high-energy banter settled into a more relaxed and comfortable silence. They had earned this moment of peace, and they savored it.

Price stood up and moved to the kitchenette, rummaging through the cabinets. “I think it’s time for some coffee. Who’s in?”

Y/N groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you’re a sadist, Price. It’s late, and you want to keep us awake?”

“You know as well as I do that we’re all going to be up in a few hours anyway,” Price replied with a grin. “Besides, coffee’s the least we deserve after tonight.”

Soap raised his hand. “I’ll take one. I’m not ready to sleep just yet.”

Roach, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke up. “I’ll have a cup too. It’s been a long day.”

Ghost nodded in agreement. “I’ll take one as well. Can’t hurt to stay alert.”

Y/N, realizing she was outnumbered, reluctantly agreed. “Fine, I guess I’ll have one too. But only because I don’t want to be the only one not caffeinated.”

As Price brewed the coffee, Y/N leaned back into the couch, her gaze drifting around the room. The dim light cast a soft glow on the faces of her teammates, and she couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for them. Despite the harshness of their missions and the danger they faced, moments like this reminded her of the strength of their bond.

Price returned with steaming mugs of coffee, handing them out with a satisfied smile. “Here you go. One round of coffee for the night owls.”

Y/N took her cup, cradling it in her hands as she took a sip. The warmth of the coffee was a comforting contrast to the cold night air. “Alright, let’s make a toast,” she said, raising her mug. “To surviving another mission and to the best team in the world.”

The team raised their mugs in unison, clinking them together in a makeshift toast. “To us,” Price said, his voice filled with pride.

As they drank their coffee, the conversation gradually shifted to lighter topics. Y/N found herself enjoying the ease of the moment, the simple pleasure of being surrounded by friends who understood her and shared her experiences. The laughter and banter continued, and the weariness of the mission seemed to fade away.

Eventually, the coffee was gone, and the team began to wind down. They stretched out on the couches, their bodies relaxing into the comfortable cushions. The room grew quieter as the conversation dwindled, each member lost in their own thoughts or drifting towards sleep.

Y/N, feeling the weight of exhaustion finally catch up with her, snuggled into the couch. Her head rested against the armrest, and she closed her eyes, a contented smile on her lips. Despite her usual fiery demeanor, she found solace in these quiet moments of companionship.

Soap, noticing her relaxed state, gave her a playful nudge. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep. Don’t let us keep you up if you’re tired.”

Y/N opened one eye, giving him a lazy smile. “Nah, I’m good. Just enjoying the rare peace and quiet.”

#x reader #x y/n #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #roach cod #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #cod

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lanafofana · 16 days ago

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If you’re doing the ‘send a ship and a number’ thing…

Gale/Tav, 22?

🥺👉🏻👈🏻

22. A kiss in a rush of adrenaline (Click here if you want to see more prompts and send me one!) When Tav’s feet touch the solid ground it’s a cacophony of stimuli. The enormity of the weight of the planet beneath her feet. The sky above that stretches, open like a hungry maw, like a devouring sea, like an eternity in a drop. The scent of weather beaten canvas, her own fear sweat, and the cologne of the man she’s strapped to are overwhelming without the force of a collapsing atmosphere to whisk it away. Straps binding her safely are loosened and removed, and on shaky legs she casts forward blindly for a moment; a flightless bird buffeted on a rising air pocket and light enough to be caught in the updraft.

Strong hands encircle her arms, offering support just as much as taking it. A rich, breathless laugh in her ear sends her head spinning back into the clouds. She reaches for him and squeezes him tightly, feeling her body already plummeting from the adrenaline high as quickly as she plummeted to the ground after leaping out of the little puddle jumper plane; swearing, breath tight, and nothing but pure electricity bouncing along each and every single one of her nerves while she dipped into freefall.

He’s yapping, of course he is, gods only knew about what, but she grabs the sides of his face and presses hers close, catching him mid sentence. He startles only the bare minimum before he’s clutching her back, his attention laser focused on moving his lips against her mouth like a dance partner slotting into place to the rhythm of a familiar song.

The world is bright, her body light, she leans into the kiss with vigor. Her heartbeat, still coming out of it's adrenaline induced thunderous pace reignites at the fervor of their fanned passion.

She’s cold, she’s warm, she’s weak, she’s on fire— burning, burning, blazing against his body like a fallen star caught in his orbit. Like kindling caught in his wildfire. Like the sun captivated by the bard’s song.

Need surges, her lips part, but— he pulls away, pressing his forehead to the crown of hers, eyes closed, grip still steady and warm. His breath huffs out quick and deep before the second breath comes slower, lighter, like a sigh. Against her body he trembles. The moan that sits coiled on her tongue, impatient for release subsides into a hum when his arms encircle her waist. Comfortable and comforting without the urgency of desperate lust. His nose, cold, nuzzles against her cheek before sliding down and burrowing into her hair.

“Gale Dekarios,” she says, hoarse voice thick with amusememt, “An adrenaline junkie, who knew?”

He groans with faux despair, pulling away to look at her with pleading brown eyes. “Junkie?” he complains. “Is that really the term we’re going to keep using—”

#and then they banged #probably idk #gale dekarios #gale x tav #ty for the ask anon ilysm xoxo #askbox prompt #askbox fic #prompt fic

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lostintransist · 2 months ago

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Part three is here, I'm done shopping and just feasted on half a chicken by myself 😅 so away we go!

John staying up late one night, shoving the paperwork aside and tucking his head into the collar of his bomber jacket. Hand rubbing roughly on his mark. Always itched from all those shitty tattoos, even had one booked for a few weeks. Some nice enough bird, maybe wife number four? That is until he saw that cyan blue, the sight causing his, or what was left, of his brand to burn. He's felt this when he was younger and first enlisted, what was the name? But that all flooded away as he followed the curve of his name on that broad arm. Thick with hair and scars, but looking all the stronger for it. Following it up his eyes widened at the clear liquid in the large glass. That wasn't whiskey...

✨✨💖 bit biased on this one but enjoy, kinda feel like running off with it 💖✨✨

SUCH A GOOD IDEA! I wanted to expand on this a bit so anything in italics is taken exactly from @lialucis' delicious ask.

Soulmate AU if you wanted to see more about John's tattoo before reading this.

John [is] staying up late one night, shoving the paperwork aside and tucking his head into the collar of his bomber jacket [as he slouched further into his office chair. The air was still on well into October. It was too cold to say in his office without a coat anymore]. Hand rubbing roughly on his mark [above his heart]. Always itched from all those shitty tattoos, even had one booked for a few weeks. Some nice enough bird, maybe wife number four? That is until he saw that cyan blue [of his computer giving him the blue screen of death], the sight causing his, or what was left, of his brand to burn.

He's felt this when he was younger and first enlisted, what was [his] name? [He could only remember his last name, plastered across his chest. John had never asked his first name. He thinks now he knew deep in his bones what his name would be].

They hadn't done more than grope each other in the dark of a closet as their lips sought absolution on the other's skin. It left him with an ache, unfulfilled desires and the linger of shame.

He wasn't ashamed now though. That thought rocketed through him. When had the shame disapated? Could it have been when more and more people came forward that their tattoos marked and matched more and more people who didn't fit the norms? Or could it be when legislation had been passed in nearly all countries to ban discrimination to couples who did not fit the old norm? Or could it be when his second ex wife found joy in the arms of her wife?

Unable to pinpoint when John had shifted to being okay with this possiblity he forced a restart on his computer and set to work about finding the man that had stood between him and happiness with any wife. It took him a few weeks to track him down. In those few weeks he booked some laser tattoo removal appointments and broke it off with the bird he had been seeing.

Once John found him, he owned a posh landscaping business up north, he booked a flight out. Landing at ten in the morning set John up to make it to the office.

Blowing in through the front door the recpetionist looked surprised to see anyone come in the front door.

"Hi, can I help you?" Her gravely alto took John by surprise, but he had a mission.

"Yes, I need to see about having a chat with your boss. Is he in by chance?" John layered on all of his charm.

"Sorry sir, today is his early day but I bet if you hurry you might be able catch him at the pub down the street." She pointed the direction out to him.

John nodded his thanks and turned for the door.

"Did you want me to take your name and number?" John glanced back at her, "In case you miss him?"

"No thank you lass. I appreciate your help though. Stay warm today," he nodded once in her direction before setting back out into the chill.

Following the directions given John steps into the pub, the comforting smell of hops and chips wafting over his nose. Throwing his gaze about the room John's heart skips a beat when he sees a face he hasn't seen in damn near fifteen years.

God had it really been that long already?

Starting across the worn floor John comtemplated how to approach this conversation. Terrorist negotiation training never did cover something like this.

Sliding into the booth John caught the flash of anger sliding across the almost familiar face before him. Once he caught sight of John all emotion stopped.

[Worry spiked] but that all flooded away as he followed the curve of his name on that broad arm. Thick with hair and scars, but looking all the stronger for it.

"Price. Long time no see," he started carefully. "Still with the military these days?"

John watched as his hands flexed around his glass.

"For now. Made it to captain." John waves away the waitress who appears to take his order and more likely check on her regular. "How 'bout you? Got a good gig out here?"

"Pretty good, got several people who work for me and we do a good job caring for the posh lawns out here." He tightens his fingers around his glass before glancing up at John, locking eyes with him. "What are you doing out here John?"

There it is. The opening that would let John wedge his finger in the crack and tear it open.

"I realized a few weeks back I never took the chance to learn your first name between all those visits in and out of the closet." John lays on the swuave, the confident captian.

His soul mate gives him a soft smile. "What finally tipped your scales into thinking of me?"

John smirked, "A blue screen of death oddly enough."

"Well, why don't I buy you some lunch and we can walk to my flat to see if we are as good a match as we were fifteen years ago?"

"I would be delighted to take up that offer."

Masterlist

#cod #fanfiction #john price #captain john price #lostintransit writing #lostintransist #barely proof read

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