#just seeking variety

[whenthedeeppurplefalls]

K I see the Tanya & or Lila x will shipping and I respect it… but are there any Martha x will lovers in the chat? Any fisher x ted/fisher x yu…? Im seeking a little variety iykyk

[pjsk-story-summaries]

No seek, No find Event Summary

TL;DR: Leo/need try performing at a new livehouse, but their songs didn't excite the audience at all. However, the band after them, anenome, was able to move the audience greatly with their sad but warm song. Saki approaches anenome's leader, Saku, to ask for advice. She tells them that Leo/need's songs are "cute", but lack meaning.

Saki resolves to write a song that connects to that livehouse's audience. After some internet searching, she realizes many of the visitors express themes of loneliness. Reminded of both her pain in the hospital and the joy of being back with her friends, Saki decides to write with the theme of "it's ok now that we're together".

However, Saki struggles to write a song that satisfies her. She goes to SEKAI, where Len and KAITO suggest she may not be exploring the true depth of her memories. She digs out an old journal and realizes she's been repressing the worst memories of loneliness and self-doubt, but also realizes that her friends and family were still there for her, looking at the same sky. Saki decides to put all those complicated feelings into the song.

After pulling two all-nighters, Saki finally finishes the song. She ended with a theme of companionship and hope, after all the support her friends had and continued to show her. The rest of Leo/need love the song and are impressed by the hard work Saki put into it.

Later, Ichika and Shiho go back to the livehouse to sign up, where they overhear Saku turn down a talent agent. She instead recommends them Leo/need, since they have such a "cute, simple sound". Offended, Shiho approaches her and declares that their next live with the new song will prove her wrong.

Fan Translation (source: Kimane) / Song (teratera)

Chapter 1: Ichika experiments with using Miku's VOCALOID voicebank to write songs. She admires Saki's ability to write original melodies and dreams to be able to do the same. The next day, Saki was writing songs in her own room before realizing she's late for rehearsal. Shiho suggests performing at a new livehouse to build experience. Though it's a small place, many bands that have performed there before have gone pro. Honami is a bit nervous, but they all decide to go ahead and do it. Saki proposes playing a new song there, too. She's really excited about what she's put together.

Chapter 2: The day of the live arrives. They go out and play with as much power and excitement as they can, but the audience isn't interested in them. Saki especially is upset her songs didn't get through. Shiho reassures her that it's just because different livehouses have different tastes, but Saki still doubts herself. The band after them, anenome, got massive applause from the audience. Saki really likes their song, even though it's a bit sad. She's curious how such a sad song can feel so warm. Saki decides to try writing a song like that.

Chapter 3: Saki approaches the band's leader, Saku, to ask how to write songs like that. Saku is happy for them, but doesn't have any solid advice other than to write what's inside your heart. Saki's confused since she's already been doing that. She decides to also ask what Saku thought of their songs. She thought they were cute, but lacked substance. Saku doesn't see the issue with that though, since everyone has their own taste. Saki's really upset, though. Leo/need try cheering her up, but it doesn't work. They're all frustrated to be told their music doesn't fit there. Everyone resolves to work even harder. That night, Saki decides to write a song specifically for that livehouse's audience.

Chapter 4: To help get a better understanding of the livehouse, Saki searches them online, realizing the audience likely connected to themes of loneliness. Saki remembers back to her time in the hospital, when she was unable to join her peers or do "normal" kid activities. She begins trying to write a song based on that experience. The next day, Leo/need debriefs their performance. Saki talks about her new song idea, and the rest of the band agrees to give it a shot. She talks a bit about what she had felt back then, to which the others express their remorse about not visiting her. Saki then realizes she wants to write a song about how "it's ok because now we're together".

Chapter 5: Saki begins writing, but still isn't satisfied with the result. They all feel superficial. Saki heads to SEKAI, where she finds Len and KAITO talking while eating snacks. At Len's request, she tells them about the last live's failure and her current plan. The Virtual Singers suggest that her songs aren't working because she's not exploring the true depth of her feelings. Saki realizes there's something important she's forgetting about her time in the hospital, but can't figure out what.

Chapter 6: Saki digs out her old journal. She reads a passage on how, after transferring hospitals, she felt super lonely, especially after hearing all the other kids talk about their school trips. She was frustrated at fate for forcing her to stay inside, never being able to go out and live life. She felt like a burden to everyone because she wasn't getting better. Saki realizes she's been repressing those feelings so she didn't have to feel that again. Still, Saku's song had dug even deeper, so she decides to put it all out there.

While writing the first verse, Saki remembers a day when Ichika had sent her a photo of a cloud that looked like ice cream. The two joked about how fluffy it looked, when Saki noticed a similar cloud out the hospital window. She realizes that even though they were far apart, they had always been looking at the same sky. They all had been- Shiho, Honami, her parents, and Tsukasa, too. She decides to put that warmth in the song, too. She accidentally stays up all night working on it.

The rest of Leo/need are concerned about her staying up all night, but she's just excited to finish the song. She's going to finish it that day, no matter what. The others reluctantly agree to let her, but force her to promise to stop if she stops feeling well. Shiho decides to schedule their next live in a month's time.

Chapter 7: Saki's mom comes up to deliver the sweet snacks Honami had made for Saki. Saki continues working on the song on her own, slowly tweaking it to get the right sounds. She starts to get light-headed, but keeps working on. Shiho texts her and asks how its going, since she knows this is around when Saki gets stuck. Ichika also texts her and asks if she can see the stars out her window, too. Through her friend's support, she comes to the decision to cement the song as one of companionship and hope. She finally finishes the song, but not after pulling another accidental all-nighter.

Chapter 8: Leo/need arrive at the Tenma house to practice. Saki plays them the new song, to which they're all very impressed. It's different than what she's written before, but at the same time, it's still something only Leo/need could write. Saki begins talking about how she hadn't been putting much deep feeling into the songs she'd been writing before, but Shiho reminds her to cherish both the old and the new. The band offer to hammer out the detail of the song, letting Saki finally rest.

At the livehouse, Shiho and Ichika overhear Saku turning down a talent agent. Saku had recommended Leo/need to them instead for their "bright, poppy sound". Shiho confronted her after, upset by the way Saku had reduced their band to just a cute image. Shiho promises that their next live will prove they're more than that, to which Saku is looking forward to.

[raspberryjellybrains]

remember when delirium was worried about destruction being gone and it was rooted in her loneliness and genuine love for her siblings and the other endless wanted to ignore her sudden upset over this because she's delirium and she gets this way sometimes, don't worry about it, she'll forget soon enough so it really doesn't matter at all. I should get to bludgeon all of them with a bat for that.

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 5: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

The winning option of yesterday's poll was that the adventurer should choose a suspicious egg as his gift ….

"He carefully plucks the egg from the gift pile, wrapping it in spare fabric and tucking it away inside a small wooden box within his backpack for safety. Not really wanting to stick around and get accidentally pulled into scary underground tunnels or something, he shakily bids the Well Creature farewell, and continues on through the forest, just following whatever he can find that looks vaguely like a path.. He makes an occasional stop to pick up a cool rock, harvest berries, or let the cat play in the grass, but mostly just wanders aimlessly, lost in daydreams and contemplations of how his New Fun Life Of Spontaneous Adventure is going so far......

Eventually, the forest tapers off into a more open area of land, hosting what seems like a humble little village. By this point, it's nearly nightfall, which reminds him that he's actually quite afraid of the dark, so he scrambles about town for a moment until finally finding the local Inn. After nervously stumbling inside, he rents the cheapest room available, then sits alone, snacking on some free leftover food scraps and plain water. It's been a tiring day, but in the spirit of becoming an adventurer and pushing himself to have as many experiences as possible, he figures he could hang around downstairs a little longer, perhaps get one more thing done before bed -- What should he do?"

[meistoshi]

thinks about satoshi participating in contests,,,,

[unproduciblesmackdown]

though i eventually got to read some, in earlier years goosebumps books would be the kind of series where i'd just ponder the cover art, and i always liked the drama of the monster blood illustration (the lighting/colors....sure nothing's happening in it but i felt it evoked the drama of "what if you're downstairs and something's upstairs" much like "what if you're upstairs and something's downstairs") like well too bad i guess i never got around to reading i at the time. but as of a recap yesterday i'm surprised to now be at least 90% sure i read part if not all of it, and thinking i hadn't may be due to how kind of nothing happens in it

[girlscience]

hng rgg aaaggh. maybe confronting the possibility that perhaps i might have sexuality and gender related ocd tendencies and i really don't want to *lays down and cries on the lab floor*

[readymades2002]

What’s going on here is playfulness. Flood embodies the idea that creativity is the open-ended result of asking “what if,” and not the single-minded pursuit of a pre-imagined ideal. The band’s music rejoices in a continual sense of play, altering and subverting the expected order of things, whether imagining the world from the perspective of a canary-shaped nightlight or inventing bizarre fictional fads involving prosthetic foreheads. The point isn’t whether “Particle Man” is a metaphor for the struggle between science and religion (as many fans suppose it is), but instead that “Particle Man” is both unwriteable and incomprehensible under the assumptions of order ad of one-to-one lyrical meaning that a lot of performers and audiences bring to their musical experience. Because They Might Be Giants’ music is (almost) never in service of a joke, the silliness of songs like “Particle Man” is exploratory, not goal-driven. Musical, lyrical, and visual ideas then exist for their own sake.

- from Flood by S. Alexander Reed and Elizabeth Sandifer

[shego1142]

I super recommend Colleen Christensen for more info on eating without food rules and eating intuitively!

Her videos are helping me unravel a lot of issues I have struggled with regarding food!

Just the simple act of not shaming yourself for craving and or eating specific foods can be so powerful and beneficial to your life/mental health (which in turn affects all of your health)

"craving a food means your body needs something that food can offer" now what the fuck does my body need with an ice cream

[fictionadventurer]

"Why would I show my daughters Snow White when Anna and Elsa exist?"

Because girls need to see more than one type of female character in their stories. We don't want girls to see "damsel-in-distress housekeeper" as their only option, but its equally dangerous to show them the currently-popular flavor of "take-charge Strong Female Character" as the only acceptable kind of woman to be.

Because Snow White is confident. While the Queen is obsessing over her own insecurities, Snow White is going through her day completely comfortable with who she is.

Because Snow White is skilled. While the Queen's treatment of her is unjust, Snow White's acceptance of her work as a scullery maid makes her, not just an idle princess, but a working woman. She has cleaning and cooking skills that are recognized as valuable contributions to society. She is then able to use those skills when she needs a place to stay--instead of just a helpless damsel-in-distress who has to beg for a place, she is someone they want to have living with them because she has valuable skills to offer.

Because Snow White is kind. She is so kind that animals immediately trust her, that a hardened assassin can't kill her, that dwarves love her. She is sensitive to the feelings of others rather than embittered by her own fears. She is friendly to everyone she meets, showing interest in their lives and concern for their problems.

Because Snow White is a caretaker. Though young and mistreated, she is always looking to care for others. She immediately comforts a lost little bird. When she finds a cottage belonging to what she believes to be lonely orphans, she takes it upon herself to make their home comfortable. She even takes this a bit too far in setting rules for the dwarves' household, which offers depth to her character. She does take charge, but instead of seizing power like the Queen, Snow is looking to serve others and seeks their good.

Because Snow White is brave. After her panicked flight through the forest, she is sharp enough to recognize that her fear made the situation worse than reality, and she consciously decides to adopt a cheerful, hopeful outlook.

Because Snow White is intelligent. She's a good-enough judge of character to recognize a worthy love interest when he appears (and unlike certain princesses, she's right about it). She recognizes when her fear makes things worse than they are and is able to make better plans for the future. She is able to coordinate a housecleaning effort among a huge variety of untrained forest animals.

Because Snow White is humble. She is willing to take on the humblest work in the castle and is not humiliated by it. She asks the animals and the dwarves for help when she needs it. She even recognizes the need for prayer.

Because Snow White is good.

Because she is innocent.

Because she is patient.

Because she is loving.

Because little girls should learn to be all those things, and Snow White is a character who shows them what that looks like.

[schizosupport]

I think there's a terrible catch 22 existing for mentally ill people, especially for those of us with psychosis, where diagnosis is necessary for many accommodations, treatment and resources - but diagnosis also puts you at serious risk of systemic oppression and loss of autonomy.

And while it should be considered a privilege not to have had a diagnosis forced on you, it's also pretty fucking wild to have to forego resources that could genuinely improve your life, because it puts you at risk of having your autonomy compromised.

People with diagnoses of the psychotic and schizo spec variety (especially schizophrenia and schizoaffective) are regularly denied things like transition-related healthcare and fertility related healthcare, not to mention we are at a much increased risk of having our children wrongfully removed. We regularly have our health-related concerns dismissed as delusional, which is thought to be a contributing factor to the lower life expectancy of schizophrenics. There's a number of jobs that you're not allowed to take if you have this type of a diagnosis, and in many places, you have to jump through extra hoops for things like keeping a driver's license.

I'm not intending to fear-monger: I think many people affected by these symptoms/disorders are already well aware of the risks in their specific area of the world. But I think that people who are so quick to judge self-identified psychotic individuals for not seeking out professional help and validation, need to consider the serious cost-benefit analysis that goes into this.

And I also think that bright-eyed individuals who seek out professional diagnosis mostly for the sake of validation need to stop and take some time to research whether this diagnosis is liable to come back to haunt them later in life, first. Because if it's just about the validation, I'm here to tell you that you do NOT need a psychiatrist's stamp of approval for your experiences to be real and worthy of support. You are welcome in this community, and I'm never going to judge anyone for choosing not to disclose their symptoms to a psychiatric authority.

[ravenwolfie97]

okay can someone tell me the difference between sakuraco, bokkusu, and tokyo treat

because it seems a hell of a lot like it’s the same company with multiple different japanese snack subscription boxes just to make fake competition with itself

[gendercriticalthinking]

My thoughts:

The main intent of this post is very eye-opening and true. While I think a lot of psychological analyses, including this one, tend to create meaning and complexity where there isn't any (to get an intellectual/detective/solving-a-puzzle "wow" factor), and a lot of "womb envy" analysis seems to be more about comforting and empowering women than accurately analyzing male motivations (most violent men aren't subconsciously* resenting the fact that women can give birth, they just like to hurt people), the overall message does have truth to it. Many, maybe even most, violent men use violence as a way to gain control/power. (But all of them do it because they like to cause suffering.)

My eyes rolled into the back of my skull upon reading this author mention the Columbine shooters played video games. (I can kind of give her a pass since her writing was published in 2004, since I absolutely support questioning new things and investigated them to see if they cause harm. Also I'm only calling this out just because I didn't see anyone else doing so.) I'm sorry but if video games cause/escalate violent urges to the point you just have to kill someone, most people should be dead by now. It is a multi-billion dollar industry. Countless women have played violent video games since their creation and yet we for some reason have never had a sudden uptick in female violent crime in the late 80's or the decades since. It's a male problem. Men who have violent urges come to video games, movies, television, hobbies, schools, malls, grocery stores, life in general, seeking a way to unleash their urges through what is otherwise benign. They come to these things already violent, and saying a piece of media (or clothing) was the/a reason they hurt people is to absolve them of the blame they deserve for their own actions. Again, it's just because they like to hurt people and have control over them. The hypothetical man who used to be pure and kind but got corrupted by an FPS game still would have become a murderer if he had watched a horror movie instead.

I'll close out the compliment sandwich by appreciating the teardown of (popular/organized) religion, and how clearly it's laid out that its invention was by and for men to make a system where they could gain and abuse power and control over others (women especially). Men would not and do not worship a female God because God is meant to be a surrogate for themselves.

*Incidentally, I realized this idea from "womb envy" actually contradicts a belief a lot of women who believe in "womb envy" also seem to hold (or at least flirt with): that men are biologically inferior (usually the reason cited is because of their role for reproduction, which one Google search for how emu parents act should disprove) to the point they're mentally incapable of deep/complex/intellectual/etc thought. If men are so animalistic they can't do anything besides feel carnal/animalistic emotions, then they also can't have subconscious desires, because they wouldn't have a subconscious. And if you instead/then believe "womb envy" is a conscious desire that they just hide from us then the fact that they know to hide it (and are decent enough at it for "womb envy" to be a Feminist Iceberg Tier 4 Concept most people haven't heard of despite its supposed prevalence in causing male behavior) is, again, not something a stupid, purely animalistic being would be able to do well, or possibly at all.

having a good day then thinking about this one quote about no woman ever comparing herself to god after creating life by giving birth but every boy with a gun is a god in his own eyes because he has the power to choose who lives or dies and he uses it to take and destroy lives. coughing up blood right now. i need to be hospitalized.

[sensualnoiree]

❤️‍🔥 venus sign observations ~ karmic challenges edition ❤️‍🔥

Aries Venus

The shadow of Aries Venus is impatience in relationships and a tendency to act impulsively out of desire. There’s often a karmic pull toward self-centeredness, where personal gratification overshadows genuine connection.

Aries Venus must learn that true passion includes consideration for others, and that love doesn’t always have to be a conquest but a process of mutual respect and care.

Taurus Venus

Taurus Venus can struggle with possessiveness, fearing change and holding on too tightly to people or material comfort. The shadow manifests as over-attachment and stubbornness in relationships.

The karmic lesson is about learning to find security within, rather than seeking it externally, and embracing that love flourishes best with freedom and flexibility.

Gemini Venus

Gemini Venus’ shadow side is a tendency toward superficiality or restlessness, often feeling emotionally scattered. This Venus can struggle with consistency and depth in relationships, favoring variety over commitment.

The karmic challenge is to cultivate focus and deepen emotional connections, understanding that true intimacy requires more than surface-level exchanges.

Cancer Venus

The shadow of Cancer Venus can be emotional dependency and excessive need for validation from partners, often feeling hurt when boundaries are set.

Cancer Venus’ karmic journey involves learning to nurture themselves and not expect others to fulfill every emotional need, finding a balance between caring for others and honoring their own self-respect.

Leo Venus

Leo Venus may struggle with pride, desiring admiration and validation, which can overshadow genuine, humble affection. The dark side can manifest as vanity or entitlement in love.

The karmic path here involves embracing humility and seeing love as an opportunity to lift others up rather than always needing the spotlight, understanding that true love doesn’t seek applause.

Virgo Venus

Virgo Venus can become overly critical or perfectionistic, struggling to accept imperfections in themselves and others. This Venus often fears vulnerability, hiding behind a façade of “constructive” criticism.

The challenge is to embrace compassion over judgment, learning that love is about acceptance and growth rather than control or constant improvement.

Libra Venus

The shadow of Libra Venus lies in people-pleasing, often sacrificing their own needs to keep harmony. There can be a fear of conflict, leading to dishonesty about true feelings.

Their karmic lesson is about learning to be authentic, recognizing that love can thrive even with healthy boundaries and that true balance doesn’t require self-sacrifice.

Scorpio Venus

Scorpio Venus can become possessive, secretive, or even manipulative, fearing betrayal and striving to maintain control. This Venus sign struggles with trust, which can lead to emotional extremes.

The spiritual task is to cultivate trust and let go of control, understanding that real intimacy is a two-way exchange that requires openness and vulnerability.

Sagittarius Venus

The shadow side of Sagittarius Venus can be commitment-phobia, always seeking new experiences and fearing restriction. They may avoid emotional depth in favor of novelty.

Their karmic journey involves finding joy in committed connection, recognizing that true freedom in love includes emotional depth and responsibility to those they care about.

Capricorn Venus

Capricorn Venus can become overly focused on status, security, or practical gains, sometimes approaching relationships with a “business transaction” mindset. They may struggle with vulnerability, fearing it could compromise their ambitions.

The challenge is to see love as a partnership rather than a means to an end, understanding that relationships thrive on emotional presence, not just practical loyalty or status.

Aquarius Venus

A darker side of Aquarius Venus can be emotional detachment or aloofness, often prioritizing personal freedom over commitment. They may resist intimacy, fearing it will compromise their independence.

Their karmic lesson is to allow themselves to connect on a deeper level, understanding that love doesn’t have to mean losing themselves but can enhance their individuality within partnership.

Pisces Venus

Pisces Venus may struggle with idealism, often placing loved ones on a pedestal and losing their sense of self. This Venus can be prone to escapism, romanticizing relationships rather than facing challenges.

The spiritual task is to balance compassion with realism, learning to love others as they are while maintaining personal boundaries and grounded expectations.

follow for more astro insights like this and head on over to @quenysefields or my etsy --> sensualnoiree to grab my new astrology guidebook on reading your own natal chart :)

[gloomwitchwrites]

What If 141 sweet moment (or sexy or both!)

First I Love You

Honey bug, if you give me the option to be sweet, sexy, or both...you know I'm choosing both. When given the option, I will always write smut. ALWAYS! It's mostly because I'm constantly horny and thinking about these men but, ya know. I did my best to give a little variety in the level of sweetness and sexiness. Some of it is really soft and some of it is straight up feral. So. Do with that what you will, friend.

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: established relationship, mentions of parenthood, breeding, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, rough sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, possessiveness, admission of feelings, swearing, fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You laugh, a bit startled.

Kyle freezes, his lips slightly parted as his brain catches up with the words that have just fallen from his mouth. “Did I?” he asks slowly.

“You did,” you affirm, your stomach now in knots.

There is no sickness festering in your tummy, and there is no fear there either. You are floating. Cloud-like. But all twisted up without an end to the tangle. For months now, you’ve been waiting to hear those three little words from Kyle.

This thing between the two of you started easy. Late night fucks to overnight stays to grabbing breakfast the morning after. From there came Sunday afternoon naps and small dates to a café or coffeeshop.

Small, but evolving. Morphing. Transforming from caterpillar to fluttering butterfly.

All this time, you believed you would be the one to say those three little words first. That they might accidentally slip from your lips unexpectedly and chase Kyle away. You have held the desire between your heart and ribcage as if the feeling were a physical organ.

But the words have been said. By Kyle.

Which means you can say them, too.

“I did,” he says, agreeing with the statement. Kyle’s shoulders relax as if all the tension has gone out of them.

A risk of an idea blooms in your mind. It’s a chance, and maybe asking might sabotage everything, but you want to push the boundary a bit—figure out where the two of you will go from here.

“Could you say it again?” you ask, clasping your hands in front of you demurely.

“Yeah,” chuckles Kyle. “I can do that.”

Guiding his arm to your back, Kyle pulls you close, hand resting against your hip. His brow softens, and his head tilts forward, the tip of his nose lightly brushing along your own. Lingering, Kyle’s lips part, and his tongue teases the underside of his top lip as if he’s thinking about your mouth.

He leans closer.

“I love you.”

It is a whisper. Wispy like thin paper. A few seconds of air that feel like an infinite expanse of stars.

You inhale from the repeated words. Kyle takes that inhalation to closes the distance. It is utterly sweet—like a cherry sucker that stains your teeth and tongue.

You meet him with equal need, only seeking closeness, to feel his warmth everywhere. These kisses are slow and languid and effortless. They come easy, as if the two of you have always done this. As if your lips were made for each other’s.

You reach up to cradle the side of his face. The moment your skin makes contact with Kyle’s, he lets out a little groan of sweetness. There is only heat under your palm. It flows outward and into you until you’re burning like him.

This small sound spurs you to further again. Your hand slides to the back of his neck for a better grip. With fingers digging into his nape, you urge the kisses to deepen, switching from a languid caress to a desperate need that has Kyle’s hand tightening against your hip.

All the kisses that come next are passion-laced. Kyle’s lips part and you tentatively tease him with the tip of your tongue. A low groan comes from somewhere deep in his throat, and then Kyle is forcing your head back, consuming you completely until the two of you finally break apart to breathe.

It is momentary. A brief pause.

Because Kyle’s lips return to your skin with lips, teeth, and tongue. It is not just your mouth that is worshipped but the edge of your jaw and the curve of your ear. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing and grasping until they’re full of you.

“Love you so much,” he breathes where your neck meets your shoulder.

He nips there, and then he is pulling back your top to lick at the top of your breast.

“Kyle,” you groan.

“I want to hear you say it back,” he growls, tugging more of your shirt down. “Say it back, love.”

Kyle gives your shirt a final tug, revealing a nipple. He teases it. Brings it into his mouth. Your back arches, pressing your hips against his. Head falling back, you run your fingers up his neck to grasp the back of his head.

The only response you receive is a quick shift of Kyle’s body. Taking you with him, Kyle draws you to the bed, guiding you to your back.

With the tips of his fingers grazing over your inner thigh, Kyle drapes himself over your body, his other hand pressing into the bed next to your head.

“Say it back.”

There is desperation in his tone, and you indulge him completely.

“I love you too, Kyle.”

He is pleased. Electric. There is nothing that will separate him from you. Every article of clothing is removed and tossed aside. Legs spreading wide to accommodate him, Kyle slides home, sinking into your warmth, moaning loudly when he’s fully inside.

John Price

“I know what I want.”

“Do you, John?”

John steps out from around the kitchen island, striding toward you with purpose in every step. “I know you doubt sometimes,” he begins, and you scoff, glancing away.

John grasps the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. The touch is dominating but it isn’t painful. There just isn’t anywhere to go but to move into his embrace.

“I’m not that young recruit anymore that enjoyed fucking you at my convenience.” John’s hold on your neck tightens a bit, drawing you even closer against his chest. “I’m older now. I want to settle down. I know what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?” you ask.

The two of you have been together forever, but you’ve never heard Price utter the words “I love you.” You don’t know why but you have your suspicions. There were times when you thought there might be someone else, but now that John’s moved up in the ranks, you believe it might come from a place of uncertainty.

You never know when he’s going to come home. But oftentimes John doesn’t know either.

“I want you. No one else.”

“John,” you breathe, attempting to shake out of his grasp.

“No,” he growls. “Listen to me.”

“I am,” you snap, slightly irritated.

You’ve heard this all before. And maybe you should go. Pack yourself up along with your daughter you share with him. It would hurt—especially her, but you need something concrete. Solid.

“I love you.”

It’s almost a growl at it comes out of him. He sounds more animal than human, as if the words need to be said before he transforms into anything other than himself. Then, John’s grip on your neck softens, becoming a caress. You lean into it, eyelids closing slightly as his thumb runs over the front of your throat.

“I love you,” he repeats, this time much softer. A sweet song—or wine that goes down easy.

“I love you,” he says again, lips brushing against yours.

You’re melting like butter spread across warm bread. His voice is husky now. Needy. Heat pools in your core and your pussy slickens in anticipation.

“I don’t say it enough.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it,” you reply immediately.

You expect hurt in his gaze, but there is none.

“Then I need to remedy that,” he murmurs.

John’s hand drops away from your throat and then he’s placing you on the kitchen island. Forcing up your shirt and removing your shorts, John makes quick work of removing your underwear, giving him full access to your body.

“How much time do we have?” he rasps, dragging you to the edge, his fingers sliding over your pussy to part you wider.

You fall back onto your elbows and glance at the clock. “She’ll be home from school in fifteen.”

“Good,” growls John just as he sinks a finger inside.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, head tipping back as his thumb brushes soft circles around your clit. He’s not touching it directly, but the tease of the indirect contact causes your walls to clench around him.

“I love you,” says John, pumping steadily, inserting a second finger as his thumb drags over your clit.

“I love you,” he repeats as the first orgasm crests.

It’s all he says, repeating the words until his voice is a mantra in your mind, and his fingers are gone, replaced by his cock that has your back arching. You’re thankful for the marble beneath you, and its strength as you grip the edge.

John grunts over you, his “I love you” becoming slurred and wispy.

At some point you repeat it back, clinging onto those three little words as much as John does. Even after he’s come inside you, John has you back on your feet, dragging you into the bedroom for another round before both of you have to fall into parental duty.

But even that is a distant thought in your head.

You’re only thinking of John, and the worship of his love as he devours the altar that is your body.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“You’re taking my cock like this or not at all.”

You whimper, popping your hips, presenting your pussy to Simon. You’re reward with a quick, light slap. Skin meets skin, your wetness apparent and loud in the room when Simon makes contact. You jerk slightly from shock, and then the bed is sinking beneath you as Simon settles between your legs.

With arms crossed, you rest your head on your forearms, awaiting Simon’s claiming. His hands roam everywhere. Touching everything until your skin is alight with need and your pussy is so fucking slick you know he’s going to slide right in.

“Please,” you whimper.

“So needy. I love you like this.”

Simon’s hands run up the backs of your thighs and settle on your ass. His hands are full of you, and then he’s squeezing. Striking. Slapping. The skin smarting under each blow.

“Your body is fucking mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to pleasure.”

One hand roams upward, curling around the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, fingers digging into bone. The head of Simon’s cock rubs back and forth through your slickness and then he’s notching himself at your entrance, plunging inside without pretense.

There is nothing sweet about this. Simon is all roughness, fucking you into the bed until you feel an ache in your bones.

You cling to the bedding, hands fisting the sheet as Simon uses you for himself. It’s not like you don’t like this. You enjoy it. You enjoy his need for ownership and possession.

You are lost to it, but then Simon yanks your right out.

He drapes himself over your back, one hand planted just above your head for support while the other wraps around your throat. Simon pauses in his thrusts for only a moment before he’s at it again. This angle is deeper, and it rips strained moan after strained moan from you.

“All mine,” he growls. “This pussy is all mine. Gonna fucking breed you, yeah? Fill you with my cum.”

Simon whispers these words into your ear like his relentless thrusting doesn’t faze him at all.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like this. My good slut. My perfect girl.”

Simon presses his face to the side of your head. Your brain is lifting. Floating away.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Love you so much.”

That last part—that last little bit—reshapes you. The orgasm grows hot and fast and then you’re squeezing hard around Simon’s cock.

His groan is chocked, hips stuttering, and then you feel the warmth of his cum flooding your pussy.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Every muscle is languid and loose.

Your pussy aches—but not from pain. Johnny is needy, and he’s been ravenous, fucking you all over his flat. You’ve lost count of the orgasms. Each one moving into the other until it feels like a continuous waterfall of pleasure.

Every touch of Johnny’s is overly sensitive. Your body twitches underneath him, crackling with an electric energy that brings tears to yours. Sweat clings to your skin and his. Each thrust and slap of skin is slick.

“Fuck, Johnny. I—I can’t. No more. Please.”

Johnny’s chest heaves a bit. He’s clearly inching toward exhaustion. But when has that ever stopped him.

“One more, love. Come here.”

Johnny’s arms go around you, pulling you into his lap.

Even though every limb is screaming in protest, your senses spark again when his hard cock rubs against your pussy, the head brushing along the edge of your clit. You clench around nothing, and a little shiver travels up your spine.

Johnny’s mouth trails over the skin of your throat, his tongue taking up a bit of the moisture.

“Wrap your legs around me. Best you can.”

You do as Johnny instructs, and then his hands slide under your ass, lifting enough that the head of his cock finds your pussy. Slowly, Johnny brings you down on him inch by inch until you’re perfectly stretched again.

Once you’re completely seated on his cock, Johnny adjusts his grip, grasping your hips. With gentle guidance, Johnny urges your hips to rock slightly. His own imitate the same motion. The two of you meet repeatedly.

Each rock of your hips forces Johnny deeper. You moan, head tilting back, but Johnny grasps the nape of your neck.

“Look at me,” he croons, fingers digging into your skin, the small hairs there catching under his touch.

Your eyelids are heavy with lust but you manage, seeking that gorgeous gaze you know so well. Johnny’s arms adjust, supporting more of your back as the two of you rock. It’s languid, but nice. Different from the earlier rounds when Johnny just needed to be inside you in whatever way you’d allow it.

Johnny’s arm tightens as you drape yours around his neck.

It’s easier to lean forward, resting your forehead against his. Breaths are exchanged. Lips brushing but not really kissing.

With the next set of thrusts, Johnny shivers. “I love you,” he murmurs. “Fucking love you.”

At first, you don’t hear him clearly, the haze of pleasure sitting heavy. But your mind begins to clear as it processes what he just said.

“Johnny—”

“Love you so much,” he groans softly, stealing your lips before you can protest.

It’s the first time. The very first, and yet you don’t completely believe it.

“Oh, fuck. Hell,” gasps Johnny, giving in to whatever he’s after by tipping you toward the bed, putting you on your back.

Your legs automatically spread wider and then Johnny is fucking you completely, draped over you like a protective cocoon.

Love you,” he murmurs into your ear.

It repeats with each thrust.

And then you’re saying it, too.

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[kuromi-hoemie]

okok i got my day planned out then 🫡 go get a chicken sandwich breakfast, watch the untamed, get crossfaded, whenever i "want" to stop watching the untamed clean and then keep playing ori. perhaps keep reading at some point, but ori is Really nice as an experience.