#task ask

[afawninyourside2]

Here’s a task for you: when you see this, rub as quickly as you can for 30 seconds. Really work yourself up, but no finishing for good little things

that’s so mean 🥺

i feel so wet now 🙈

[whateveriwant]

Task force 141 reacting to their very pregnant wife still trying to clean, cook etc

This turned more into ‘Task force 141 preventing their very pregnant wife from trying to clean, cook, etc’ lmaooooo I hope that's alright

Price

HA! Good one!

No seriously, it's actually hilarious that you think you'd do anything for yourself when your hubby's around

That man has been waiting on you hand and foot since you first got together. So now that you're pregnant and you think he'd let you so much as lift a finger? You must have a serious case of pregnancy brain, sweetheart

Price is doing all the cooking, the cleaning, the running errands, etc. throughout the entirety of your pregnancy (and at least the first several months postpartum)

He's kept you practically bed bound these last few months to the point where you think there's a perfect indent of your body molded into the mattress

Seven months in, he's suddenly called away to a quick mission halfway across the globe, and you think finally you'll get some of your autonomy back...

Well, think again because who should show up at your door the next morning than your mother-in-law herself, ready to pick up where her son left off

She came at the behest of your husband, of course, and was armed with a detailed set of care instructions

What does your husband think you are? Some sort of one-of-a-kind, priceless artifact that needs special handling? (Actually that's exactly what you are. Price-less… I'll see myself out 🚶🏻‍♀️)

Ghost

When it comes to having some semblance of independence during your pregnancy, Ghost will give you a bit of a longer leash than Price, but only just so

You’re going for a walk around the neighborhood? Hold on, let him grab his coat to join you. Or you're going into the backyard to tend the garden? He'll pull the weeds while you water the plants

But when it comes to letting you do certain things, there are some hard nos that he will absolutely not budge on

You try to use a stepladder to reach the top of the cupboard? Stop! You'll break your neck! You try to pick up anything heavier than 10 pounds? Stop! Give it here! You try to drive?... Don't even fuckin' think about it, precious.

The farther along your pregnancy progresses, the better he gets at predicting (and intercepting) your next move

You were gonna do laundry today? Well, wouldn't you know, he's already got a load going in the washer. You were about to make dinner? Well shucks, he just ordered takeaway from that Greek place you love

His ability to read your mind is honestly impressive once you get past how damn annoying you find it. Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you're incapable of fending for yourself, and you're tired of him acting as if otherwise

But really, you can never get mad at anything he does for you. After all, what kind of a husband would he be if he didn't take care of his missus and your little one?

Soap

If you take Ghost’s cautiousness, mix it with Price’s thoroughness, and crank it up to an 11, you get Soap

From the moment he found out you were pregnant, he put your house into full lockdown mode, stopping just short of booby trapping the front door in case you got any funny ideas

You want some fresh air? Just open a window. You want to go for a walk and stretch your legs? Just take a few turns about the living room like you're some Austenian heroine

Don't let him catch you doing any kind of physical labor, because so help him Jesus he will grab a spray bottle and use it like you're a feral alleycat he's trying to house-train (he wouldn't really... but don't test him)

You try to unload the dishwasher? Ehrr! Wrong move. You try to remake the bed? Ehrr! Nice try. You try to mop up your own mess. Ehrr! Enough already. You try to– OCH, WOULD YE BLOODY SIT DOWN, WOMAN?!

For nine long months during his requested leave from work, your husband is attached to you like some kind of loving, smothering barnacle

But doesn't he miss his job, or the lads for that matter? What if the world needs saving? What will they do without him?

Well, (in his exact words) fuck the rest of the world! You're his world, bonnie, and he'll give you everything you could ever wish for and then some

Gaz

By far, you have the most independence with Gaz than you would with any of the other three men… at least, at the beginning of your pregnancy, that is

Once you get to around five or six months he becomes just as helicopter-y as all the others; he's just ever so slightly more bearable, perhaps

There's lots of peeking his head around the corner to check on you throughout the day or appearing seemingly out of thin air whenever you're doing something he'd rather you wouldn't

You've lost count of the number of times you've been in the middle of cooking or hanging up the laundry or whatever and his hand has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gently taking the object from you before directing you to sit and rest

And like, look. He knows you can handle yourself. He knows you could conquer the whole world if you wanted to. That's one of the things he loves about you the most

But seeing you like this – so fragile, so vulnerable, so beautiful and soft and pregnant with his child; his child – it just… It makes him…

He just needs to do these things for you, alright, love? Just let him take care of you, please? Would you let him do that?

You already have so much you have to carry. Let him ease some of the burden off your shoulders. Let him do these small things for you because they don't even compare to all that you're doing for him 🥲

[honeyhobbs]

Ok 141 beach day and everyone gets burnt to a crisp

[ink-n-shadow]

single dad!Price just makes me picture odd hour check in’s, random video chats at the ass crack of morning but price and his little boy look so happy to each other that it’s worth it 😭😭

NO LITERALLY😭

like you've worked for helicopter parents before (and promptly never worked for them again), but price is one of the best kinds of helicopter parents. and it's mainly random texts of "how's the lad doing today?" or "did he eat his weetabix? if he didn't, try mixing it with his yogurt" so you can never get mad at him for it.

not even when it's almost midnight during one of your overnight stays and price is video-calling you, sweat caked on his forehead and his body rid of his gear at the safe house for the night.

"hey, sweetheart. i know it's real bloody late, but—"

and you're immediately cutting him off with a stern "john, stop, i know you just wanna see him," before you're pushing up out of john’s bed and padding across the bedroom to where liam's crib is tucked in the corner.

lowering the camera down, you focus on liam's sleeping face, the fat of his cheek smushed against the crib mattress and his pacifier hanging loosely from the corner of his parted lips. his hair (what little he has of it) is mussed up and splayed out across the soft skin of his forehead as he sleeps peacefully, his stuffed lion’s wrinkled head tucked safely beneath his chubby arm.

you don’t see the soft smile price wears on his cheeks, eyes full of fondness and fingers clumsily trying to take a screenshot as you let the camera stay on liam’s face for a bit longer before pulling it back towards you. that’s when you see the soft smile stretch into a grateful one.

“you’ve got the magic touch or somethin’, y’know that? y’know how many babysitters i’ve gone through jus’ ‘cause the little one couldn’t go t’sleep without me?” price’s body eases all of its tension as his eyes once again focus on yours again, watching you make your way back towards his bed and flopping down quietly onto it. “thank you for lettin’ me see him, sweetheart.”

[miguel-owhora]

hmmm thinking about a COD ABO au where the 141 live in a society where alphas are typically seen at the top of the pack, with betas and omegas as their subordinates. They're used to omegas being submissive and traditionally housepartners.

Enter the reader: this towering, large, heavyset omega who comes from a different society where omegas are actually on top of the pack, where they're more aggressive and territorial compared to the other two sexes.

The others expect you to roll over, maybe be more submissive, and they're quickly proven wrong when you snap at Price when he gets a little close—and it startles them, because an omega just snapped at the head alpha.

The boys grow intrigued by you, but they quickly learn not to overstep your boundaries; you show them you have no qualms with baring your teeth at them. You're not mean, you're polite and respectful as long as they respect you. However, some other idiot doesn't realize this and gets the idea that you need to learn your place; an omega shouldn't be ordering them around, shouldn't even be a soldier, nevermind be anything but a househusband.

The boys get a glimpse of how different omegas are in your society when they see you force the other alpha into submission, sinking your sharp teeth into the back of their neck, threaten to bitch them if they don't learn their place. Blood glints over your slick spit teeth, pupils dilated and feral with aggression and anger. You hold them in a scruff, pinning them down with your body and strength, until the idiot submits. Only then do you let them go with their metaphorical tail tucked between their legs, and you raise your head, glaring at anyone who'll meet your gaze, and ask if anyone else wants to get bitched.

Gaz has to smack Soap's hand down when it starts to rise, ignoring the chubbing in their individual pants as you dip from sight, with Ghost watching you with dark eyes, and Price eventually calling everyone back to their activities. Though, it's a silent agreement that all four boys slink back to their rooms to rub one off to the idea of you bitching them out.

[sky-is-the-limit]

1/4

"Hey, love. Can you see me? This connection’s a bit rubbish."

"I’m alright, just... yeah, I miss you. A lot. Look at this though—" [signal crackles] "—my beard’s getting out of control."

"It’s a bit mad, isn’t it? You’d hardly know me now—" [audio cuts out briefly] "—started growing it the day I left."

"Wish you could see it better. Guess it’s keeping me warm but... I’d trade it in a heartbeat to be back there with you." [signal crackles] "I miss—" [audio drops]

"I said I miss you. Every damn day. You’re all I think about out here." [static in the background] "I’ll be home soon, alright? Just gotta get through this."

"I’ll be careful. I promise." [signal drops again] "Whatever happens, just know that I—"

[reconnecting] "—I’m doing everything I can to get back to you. I love you so much. More than words."

"I will, love. You take care too, yeah? Be safe."

"I love you. Always."

[wanderingstories]

so guess who just watched death note

[natjennie]

every season of taskmaster needs an autistic contestant and a gay contestant. they are allowed to overlap. it's just what best supports the very delicate ecosystem of the show as a whole. nothing to be done I'm afraid.

[insomniac-arrest]

It pays not to be a gamer because any time someone complains about Arcane being attached to a video game and it means nothing to me. This is a show about cycles of violence and contains quantities of cool ladies and narrative symmetry that I could only dream. Look at it.

No one can make me learn anything. I could not be made to care about League of Legends before and I am thriving knowing even less about it now. I am eating story with both hands while ignorance cradles me in a gentle embrace.

[tojisun]

I just can’t stop thinking about hockey player soap. Getting in fights, grinning with one missing tooth, BIG ASS ARMS, you know his stupid Mohawk looks all fucked up and sweaty after he takes his helmet off.

YEEES ABSOLUTELY MY GODDD

johnny's such an amazing pest, it's exhilarating watching him on ice!! he's always the one that's getting pulled away by officials or by his team because he's always found in the heart of a tussle — gloves off, helmets missing, and his fist tight on his opponent's jersey, so much so that he's almost stripped it off them.

thinking about how iconic it was that the moment johnny is out of the penalty box — not his fault this time, he swears! the officials fucked up with that call — he finds his check and go gloves-off. like, literally just a second after the two-minute penalty play, which the specgru were unable to take advantage of, he's seen fighting again.

he makes sure that graves does not fall to his ass lest the fight is cut short, so he holds onto grave's jersey and plows his fist on the underside of his jaw and on his face because he wants to see blood spilled from this fucker too. it's not fair that johnny's the only one who was put in the box when graves was throwing shit their way? like, who the fuck does he think he is, chirping at their captain?

sure, garrick's young and he's made captain as soon as he returned from his clavicle injury but has garrick not given enough for this city? for this godforsaken sport?

thinking about johnny’s missing tooth again — the top incisor — and how, when he smiles, there's that little gap. he's never shy at showing it off because c'mon now, johnny won that tussle. and this missing tooth is his prize — don't mind the fact that they also won against the panthers, what's important was that he won that fight.

("john mactavish, the long-lost tkachuk brother.")

thinking about johnny and his beautiful, thick arms, and how, one day, he posted a picture of them nibbled on to hell and back.

and all he had to say for it was, “my wife got hungry.”

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au) mlist

[whateveriwant]

I just read your pregnant wife with 141 but that got me thinking. What about horny pregnant wife with 141

Feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing it 

-🍱 (if it’s not taken)

I haven't written smut in ages so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. 18+ only pls and thx (vaginal sex, cunnilingus)

Soap

Hooo boy! Alrighty, here we go

So for starters, that man is PENT UP. Like seriously, he's so backed up, he thinks he can feel it all the way to his esophagus

Since you first got pregnant, it's been nothing but morning sickness, aches and pains, and a total and utter lack of desire on your part

Trust him, he's tried taking care of himself in the meantime, but it's never really gotten the job done since it wasn't with you

But once you enter your second trimester and the desire has come back, it takes everything in him not to ravage you the moment you give him the green light

Why? Well, truth be told, he's scared about potentially hurting you or the baby

You know how he can get in the sack. What if he dents the wee bairn’s poor head? He's knocking (more like pounding) right on the little one’s door after all

You have to assure him that he's not going to hurt you or the baby (and please, never refer to your cervix as a door again)

So he'll start slow and gentle at first, not wanting to be too harsh, but it won't take much to get him back to fucking you hard and rough like you're used to

He's got your knees up by your chest (or, as close as they can get) while he’s drilling into you from above, snarling like an animal

When he finally finishes, it's loudddd, slamming the headboard against the wall, and he pushes his hips as far forward as they'll go while he empties four months worth of cum inside you

Ghost

I'm so sorry to have to be the one to inform you, but you're not getting that man's cock while you're pregnant

It's not because he's overly rough when you make love normally; it's just that he's not willing to take any chances when you're in such a delicate state

However, the man is inherently a giver, so with just enough whining and begging and pleading from you, he'll oblige you to some degree

He'll stick mostly to his fingers or his mouth, maybe a toy or two if you're really needy, but he's generally going to rely solely on his own skill to get you where you want to be

He'll have you recline against a mountain of pillows while he settles himself between your legs, his arms looping around your hips to hold you still for him while he works

But he doesn't just dive right in, oh no siree. The man loves to tease you – kissing your thighs, the inside of your knee, the bottom of your belly first

He'll turn you into a pathetic little thing squirming desperately for his touch, before finally granting you mercy by giving you his tongue

He'll make you cum so hard with just his mouth alone that you'll temporarily lose all thought of that gorgeous dick of his

But afterwards, if you want to return the favor, you certainly won't hear him complaining about it

Oh but trust that the moment the doctor gives the okay after you’ve given birth, he's gonna be all over you, making sure you walk funny the next morning (and the following week after that)

Gaz

Like the other two, Gaz is concerned with potentially putting you and the baby in a dangerous position

But the man is a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, so it doesn't take much convincing to get him to take you to bed

But he still wants to be safe about it, so he researches the best positions for couples to have sex while pregnant

That's how you find yourself in his lap, naked back to his chest, as he sits in one of the chairs he dragged in from the dining room

You're bouncing on his dick, hands braced on his thighs, ass smacking off the hard plane of his lower stomach as you lift up and down

His hands on your hips are more of a placeholder than a guide as he lets you set the pace, just sitting back while you take what you need from him

It doesn't even matter if he cums or not, that's honestly the farthest thing from his mind. All he cares about is making sure you're satisfied in the end

Need him to snake his hand forward, tracing the curve of your belly down, until he's circling your clit in fast, tight motions? Gladly, love.

Your thighs may burn and your eyes may water, but there's something about this position that makes him hit so deep that it leaves you gasping for more

Ultimately, your orgasm will trigger his own (nothing gets him there faster than the sound of you cumming), and afterwards he'll help you into the bath where he'll clean and massage your aching muscles better

Price

Unlike the other three men, Price is eager to fuck you the moment you show even the smallest inkling of want

What's that? His poor baby needs him to fuck her right now? Say no more, sweetheart. Hubby's come to the rescue

That man is dicking you down anytime, anywhere he can

Just got done shopping? He'll find a deserted road to pull over on. Just stepped into the shower? Might as well kills two birds with one stone

Really, it becomes a challenge to find where in your house he hasn't had you in these last few months. The kitchen, the garage, the back porch. You name it, he's done it (multiple times, in fact)

But his favorite – oh boy, his favorite without a shadow of a doubt – is when he takes you in front of your bedroom’s full length mirror

He'll hold you up from behind, standing you both on your feet, and just watch as he fucks you nice and slow

Seeing it in profile is fun when he wants to watch his dick slide in and out of you, but he's especially fond of having you directly face the mirror

There's just something about getting to watch you – that pretty face, those juicy tits, that fucking delectable rounded belly – that makes him blow his load faster than a damn rocket launch

With the number of times he's had you like this, you swear, that man of yours is trying to knock you up a second time (But shhhh. Quiet now. Don't go giving him any bright ideas, sweetheart.)

[temeyes]

I don't know why. I just wanna send you this.

they put the sergeants on harnesses cuz they're on time out

[blorbologist]

Y'know, I think I figured out why the Hells still feel like a new low-level party to me, even though they're level 13 and almost 100 episodes in.

I don't quite think it's the lack of conversations, or the fact half the party's plot hooks are big ties to past campaigns - though that definitely plays a part.

... Bell's Hells still primarily rely on quest givers.

Most of their goals are given to them and do not feel organic to the party, and constantly remind us that the Hells are pretty much never the most powerful people in the room. Which is usually something you see with a low-level party.

NPCs offering jobs is not a bad thing; it's a very common plot hook. Matt has been extremely skilled with using NPC quest givers in those two campaigns. Not only do they provide an obvious plot thread, but they can put the party in the path of others (say, the Nein running into the Iron Shepherds while doing a job for the Gentleman and everything that came of that). And the Hells had a solid start with it too - Eshteross was an excellent quest giver!

The problem is that Bell's Hells have never really not had a quest giver.

Maybe it's a byproduct of the more plot-heavy structure of this campaign? But while prior parties have felt like they decided on their course of action and what they prioritized, Bell's Hells feels less like level 13 (13! Level 13!) experienced adventurers and more like an MMO group clicking on the exclamation point over an NPC's head. Where does the plot demand we go next? Who do we report back to?

They're level 13.

At level 13, Vox Machina had just defeated a necromantic city-state to clear their name and Percy's conscience. And, you know, the Conclave just destroyed Emon. No one was explicitly telling the group to gather Vestiges and save the world (though Matt guided them there), and they were usually among the most powerful people in the room. They chose which Vestiges to prioritize, which dragons to tackle when, even if the over-all plot was pretty clear.

At level 13, the Mighty Nein were celebrating Traveler Con (another PC goal, I'll note) after brokering peace between two nations, accidentally becoming pirates and heroes of the Dynasty. The Nein regularly chose what to do based on personal goals, not grand ones. Though definitely smaller fish than Vox Machina at this level, they were very independent and gaining solid political clout.

While we're at it: level 13 is one level lower than the Ring of Brass, who had a huge amount of sway over Avalir. They ended the world, and also saved it, while in the grand scheme of things being only a smidge more powerful than Bell's Hells are now.

Can you really see the Hells wielding that amount of influence, when they're constantly being told what to do next?

The god-eater might be unleashed, so Bell's Hells have no time to do anything but what is asked of them. No time for therapy unless stolen from Feywild time, no travel on foot and late-night watches. They haven't even had time to grieve FCG. Percy was grieved in the middle of the Conclave arc. Molly was grieved when half the party was still in irons.

Matt is in the very unfortunate spot of not being able to give the Hells the same agency as the other two parties. Not only because of the world-ending plot introduced so early on; they are surrounded by characters they know (and the cast knows) are stronger and wiser than them - the familiarity of the past PCs and NPCs is to their disadvantage.

Why would the party reasonably ignore Keyleth's task that will help save the world and go off on a romp? Why would the cast when they know well Keyleth has to be sensible and with the best intentions in mind? The stakes are just too high.

It means that the Hells still feel like they're running errands instead of pursuing their own destiny. Their accomplishments are diminished as just being parts of a to-do list, and any stakes feel padded by several level 20 PCs/NPCs standing 5 steps away ready to catch them.

This isn't Bell's Hell's fault, nor is it Matt's. It could be amended, I think, if the Hells are really left to their own devices for a long period of time without support and shortcuts (like during the party split)... which would be really tricky to pull off at this point in the campaign.

They're level 13. They're big fish, but they're stuck in a pond full of friendly sharks, so they don't feel big at all.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Would you be willing to explain what a 2:1 means? I can tell it’s good, but not whether a 2:1 is better or worse than a 2:2, or how good it is (though it’s clearly amazing for them and the situation).

AuDHD USAmerican here, so I’m following everything but the grading scale

- Reina

You can look up the conversion to US systems on Google - a lot of websites are out there to explain the equivalency for students from one system transferring to the other, and that will probably give you a cultural touchstone for understanding it. But in a nutshell:

UK degrees, once awarded, are either First Class, Upper Second Class, Lower Second Class, or Third Class. That's a mouthful, though, so from best to worst, they get abbreviated to:

A first

A 2:1 (verbally pronounced 'two one')

A 2:2 (pronounced 'two two')

A third.

The most common award is actually the 2:2. It used to be affectionately nicknamed the Desmond (because Desmond Tutu/two two. Get it? Oh, how we laughed.)

If you look up the actual grade boundaries in terms of percentages, you'll definitely find them weird from an American perspective, but UK degree marking systems are more rigorous in terms of the numbers given - American students famously struggle to get used to it if they study in the UK, because they're so used to needing to get, like, 90% and up, which is nearly unheard of over here. So that's where a website describing the equivalency of US grades would be helpful.

So, when I say Ceri managed to pull off a low 2:1, I mean he got the second highest grade boundary, while thinking it was "probably a pass, maybe a 2:2."

I am endlessly proud of them. I've been bouncing all week

[sky-is-the-limit]

How Task Force 141 would react to you flirting with one of the other members on purpose:

CW: NSFW content.

Captain Price:

He’d stop you mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing the moment you mentioned a specific young Sergeant.

Price doesn’t have time for your games.

You’d see it in the way his face hardens, the faint twitch of his jaw as he pulls out his phone, eyes locked on you with the cold seriousness that makes you swallow hard and think twice next time.

He’d dial Kyle’s number without a word, voice sharp as he slaps the phone down onto the counter, ''Talk to him.''

He’d force your wrists behind your back, his hands holding you in place with a brutal, no-nonsense grip.

You’d feel his heavy thighs press you harder into the kitchen counter, your naked breasts flat against the cold surface and the sensation of your bare skin rubbing against it setting your body ablaze.

Before you could even react, his hips would slam into yours, each thrust a harsh reminder that you’re under his control and there's no taking back what you started.

You’d feel his body pressing into you, bruising your backside with every punishing movement, all while Kyle’s voice comes through the phone, clearly oblivious to the way John's hips are grinding into you.

He’d keep you there, forcing you to answer Kyle, your voice trembling as you try to keep it together whilst he continues to wreck you from behind just to leave you shaking and not caring one bit if you were sore from his forceful movements.

A reminder of who you belong to.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

This one would act like he doesn’t care.

He’d play it cool, hiding his jealousy behind a confident smirk, telling himself he’s too secure to be bothered by you laughing a little too hard at Johnny’s jokes.

However, the twitch in his jaw and the way he bites his lip to keep from reacting, would tell a different story. He’d try to act casual but he’d be seething inside as he watches you flirt, his grip on his drink tightening until his knuckles hurt.

When Johnny finally walks away, Kyle would excuse himself, practically fleeing the scene before he texts you: Follow me to the bathroom. Now.

When you’d step into the bathroom, the door would barely click shut before Kyle would slam you against it, his lips crashing down on yours with such ferocity that would make your head spin.

His large hands would yank your dress up, rough fingertips gliding up your thighs as he exposed you to him completely.

He wouldn’t waste any time kneeling in front of you, hands pulling you closer to his face as he licked up your slick folds without hesitation. His tongue would dive deep, exploring you thoroughly and not letting up as he took you apart with each motion.

The grip on your hips would be hard, holding you still as he worked his mouth over you, sucking and licking until you were gasping, your legs shaking beneath him.

After you’d come, he wouldn’t even bother wiping you clean. He’d pull you up roughly, making you feel the wetness from his mouth dripping down your thighs as he dragged you back out, forcing you to stay soaked in him until you were finally alone again.

John 'Soap' MacTavish:

Johnny’s jealousy would be far more visible and it would set off a chain reaction.

When you’d jokingly say Price was "so manly" after you randomly met him while you were out shopping with your boyfriend, his eyes would narrow, lips curling into a pout as he looked at you with a mix of annoyance and disbelief, ''What, more manly than me?''

No matter how much you tried to laugh it off, you’d see the uneasiness written all over his face and the way his hands clenched to his sides every time he recalled it. He wouldn’t let it go, not even when you’d try to joke your way out of it.

By the time you were back home, Johnny would have you cornered, his mood dark as he’d press you against the bed.

''You think he’s manlier?'' He’d snap, voice rough as he climbed over you, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress on all fours.

His hands would hold your sides tightly, lifting your lower half as he positioned himself behind you and his cock would slam into you without warning, each thrust hard and unrelenting as he fucked you with a fury that would make you see stars.

He’d grunt and pant in your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he'd free one hand to grip onto your hair just to pull your head back so you couldn’t escape his gaze in the mirror before you.

All you’d be able to do in return is to watch him, his muscles straining with every powerful movement and the sweat coating his body as he fucked you harder.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

This man wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of showing that he was bothered.

No, he’d serve you a taste of your own medicine. He wouldn't comment directly but the subtle shift in his demeanor would tell you all you needed to know.

When you pushed him by suggesting inviting Kyle over for dinner, Simon’s response would be a quiet smirk as he casually mentioned a female soldier you didn’t know, just to throw you off balance. The nonchalance tone would only irritate you more.

Of course he’d know it, feeding off the frustration he was stirring.

As soon as you pulled up to the secluded area, he’d pull the car over and with his cold hand, grab your wrist to yank you onto his lap. You’d try to protest, clearly not done with the conversation, but he’d make it clear that your teasing wasn’t over yet.

"Let’s deal with that attitude of yours, hm?" He'd murmur with his grasp firm on your waist as he positioned you over his hardened length.

He’d make you take it out on him, his hands rough as he'd force you down onto him, slamming into you until you were the one left gasping with his cock buried deep inside you, hitting all the right spots.

He’d fuck you until you were so lost in it, you couldn’t tell where the car ended and he began. When you’d finally come, your body trembling, Simon wouldn’t be done.

He’d keep thrusting into you, pushing you past the edge until you were crying out for him that you were too sensitive but he wouldn’t stop. He’d continue fucking you until every last bit of frustration, every ounce of tension and dumb mind games were worked out of you, leaving you completely spent in his arms.

[wistfulwatcher]

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