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words-writ-in-starlight Ā· 1 year ago
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You could say that I have strong feelings about this ongoing debate
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metabolizemotions Ā· 6 months ago
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The timeline is broken šŸ˜­
The structure both worked n didnā€™t work? I think itā€™s really more for Tully than Vic, cos Vic already has sufficient backstory, n buildup -only a trigger is nec. Esp that late into the last season when weā€™re eager to see where the characters r going, not where theyā€™ve gone or rehash some things? 704-5 worked well cos there was a balanced focus on the main not guest characters. Also imo flashbacks work better when anchored by familiar events, not vague period of multiple timeframes while jumping back and forth to the present?
I think due to the time crunch they want to condense the indiv arcs into single episodes. Like 703 for Travis with his dad, 706 for Vic & Tully with Morris, 707 for Maya with Mason.
The non-linear structure did allow for building a sense of history with Morris n the emotional impact that came after. It was a better way to incorporate the story of the guest actors, and it allowed for the inclusion of as many of the main cast as possible. The team hasnā€™t been really like a team since Maya was captain. There hasn't been any sort of real, shared n lasting experiences.
Imagine if we had a format like that that tied a season together, instead of the captainship n political drama, n tonally different n sometimes inconsequential scenes strung together to make up episodes, which went on to make up seasons. 704-6 r better than 701-3 imo, in an already better season, despite some issues. Sadly only upon cancellation r they focusing their resources n efforts to make it more dynamic n cohesive... n we didn't get more much-needed fresh takes from new writers n directors sooner...
We got to see the progression of how Vic came into her own as the leader for Crisis One. How it led to her emotional burnout n compassion fatigue - she truly cared for people, taking on their pain, while not being able to release her own unresolved pain or seek help when she needed it. A reality of mental health professionals, of women, esp woc.
The Travic scenes are the best scenes in a while now. It resonates the most when the writing felt true to the characters. Underneath the goofiness, they tell each other brutally honest truths. Like how they fought over their way to cope with trauma - Travis feeling the full brunt of the grief over Michael's death n struggling to really move on. While Vic quickly tried to move on after Ripley cos to let herself feel the pain fully was impossible. Or when they talked about the blatant racism/ homophobia or microaggressions each faced n how they buried instead of dealing with the pain.
Their friendship is my fav of the show and it took a backseat for a long time. Barrett n Jay have great chemistry n they always crushed it in their scenes - the emotional ones, the funny ones... But Travis hasn't been Travis, Vic hasn't been Vic, n Travic hasn't been Travic. The show tends to put relationships on hold and isolate characters n shoehorn their actions to fit the multiple new storylines they start, but don't always follow thru. A waste of the talent of the actors. When given good material like this, see them shine, case in point - Barrett here.
In a way it also felt like part damage control.
Tully thru Boris's eyes...
A rose-tinted look at a relationship built on conflicts which the show is working around instead of facing head on? Just like how OOC Vic was written in s6 when it came to Maya. It's like they realized they went too far, n now they are retconning instead of ever addressing their attitudes n actions towards Maya.
Filling in some blanks to substantiate their relationship in the lead-up to their wedding? It's valid for the shortened season - to some extent. They had been writing them as very selfish n egoistic people. Now they want to show their better sides to make people like them as a couple ... so the show can end in a big celebration of them? But just showing their good side doesn't work for me if they don't also acknowledge their darker sides.
Basically a chief n a captain ganged up to haze a junior colleague for months. An ex-battalion chief watched on n mocked - the same person who rallied the team behind him n gave him a job when he had none; the same person whose job he tried to steal. But after the extended saga, only Maya should apologize repeatedly?
I find it hard to root for Tully as a couple. The same reason why I don't find Beckett's arc fully earned. If they want to move on, yet keep making Maya be the only one addressing her own actions directly after she faced devastating consequences. While finding other ways to justify/ explain away/ minimize/ ignore/ retcon etc the actions of the others... It just makes for a very conflicting watch.
// b/w the new mayor n Ross? Also is it considered her growth? Since the brief Maya's "sit-down" of immediately shutting her down and calling her insubordinate... To when she later reconsidered and praised Andy about the "mutiny" which she jumped to conclusions to reprimand with no context... To now being okay with insubordination towards her boss cos she thought she was fighting for the right reasons... ?
Is that subtle subtext again? Is it me or is the writing for her confusing? Or is she a conflicted person who's not very self-aware?
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tomorrowusa Ā· 1 year ago
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Support the Red Cup Rebellion by striking Starbucks workers.
Red Cup Day (November 16th in 2023) is the busiest day of the year at Starbucks. Unionized workers have chosen Thursday to walk out selectively in support of better pay and working conditions.
What workers are demanding...
Workers are calling on the company to turn off mobile ordering on high-volume promotion days, improve staffing and scheduling issues, and bargain with the union. ā€œI feel like customers donā€™t know to the full extent how hard the promotional days can be. Itā€™s super exciting and fun for our customers to have these new cups, new drinks and all these exclusive things, but our management does not staff us correctly,ā€ said Bruce Halstead, a barista at a Starbucks roastery in Seattle, Washington. ā€œPartners will run themselves ragged having to do the job of three people sometimes because the demand of customers is a lot more. Partners will leave their shifts in tears, they will injure themselves just trying to keep up with the demand of the cups and the drinks. We just want to bring awareness to this.ā€
If you'd like to actively help the union on Thursday check the list of stores with strike actions.
Otherwise, simply don't visit Starbucks on Thursday November 16th or engage in any Starbucks transactions online on that day.
BOYCOTT STARBUCKS ON THURSDAY NOVEMBER 16th.
Union Strong!
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moviesstoriesandbooks Ā· 1 year ago
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What if Chay moves on from Kim and starts bringing over people from clubs and college parties to the minor family house ? He picks them carefully , he now knows how to , they're usually vaguely aware of who he is. They also know enough to not question the security surrounding him and his "house". He's learnt to protect himself from people who get close only with their selfish ulterior motives.
He's only young and in college once. He's gonna enjoy it goddamnit.
Except once when Kim comes over to the minor fam house at Kinn's request for "personally verifying the money leaks Porsche found out and see if he could update the security in any way possible while he's at it " , and he runs a *bit* late . Kim gracefully accepts Porsche's invitation to "crash opposite to Chay's room , that's where his friends stay over sometimes . Chay's my brother by the way, have you guys met?šŸ˜„".
And Kim has to listen to Porchay and some ba**ard loudly make their way to Porchay's suite in what was so late at night that it was early in the morning , even by Kim's standards.
Pants , purrs . *Moans.* F#cking moans.
And thuds of flesh on the wall when they got too excited and tripped on the carpet. Laughs and giggles. Not a care as to who might hear.
Kim thought it would end once they got in the suite . Well he was wrong. He had to listen to every single whimper, shout and cry ; and finally understood why the maid explained how Khun Porchay prefers the entire floor to himself for his music usually .
He couldn't sleep even after it got fully quiet . He couldn't sleep for a long time after .
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struck-by-the-rain Ā· 3 months ago
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for someone who's normally pretty physically healthy I have so many debuffs rn and good lord I'm not havin a great time!!!!!!!!
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midnightfangz Ā· 1 year ago
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There's something about silly cafe AUs that soothes my soul so much
#hi. my name is pluto and i came up with yet another idea for a fic#will i ever finish the previous wips? who knows#anyways. imagine a spiderverse cafe au where the spiders run a small cafe/restaurant/bakery whatever#the parker surname is funny inside joke bc none of them are related#peter b is either that one employee whos been there longest (has a lot of experience) or is the owner#peter b's mary jane delivers the fruit and vegetables and whatnot. theyre exes and are trying to act professional#but they decide to try again (like in the movie). the drama is unreal and the rest of the spider squad tease him about it so much#gwen is that one punk teen thats kinda scary. feels like shes judging you but shes actually just tired#rude customers stand no chance against her. makes delicious coffee. makes the best playlists. chill coworker#peni is also a teen. the best coworker you could ask for. customers love her bc shes very pleasant and overall really really nice#miles is the fresh faced part timer. kinda clumsy. well liked amongst the aunties and moms#draws THE BEST doodles on the cups/bags and so on#noir is also the scary coworker whos very chill once you get to know him. takes care of the deliveries. makes the food#strong as fuck. all the moms and grandmas fawn over him but hes clueless#felix (male felicia hardy. kinda an oc at this point?? love him so much) is one of the delivery guys. very punctual and pleasant#also very charming. brings gifts and things like that to people he likes. sneaks in snacks#benjamin (noir) doesnt care much for him at the beginning but after some time he weirdly?? feels upset?? when the delivery person#is not felix?? they start talking while taking the stuff out of the delivery van. laugh. get to know each other better#then felix starts visiting the cafe/whatever. becomes a regular. benjamin starts giving him food/coffee 'for the road'#the rest of the squad thinks theyre disgustingly adorable and try to get them together#I JUST CAME UP WITH THIS BUT I WILL DIE IF I FORGET ABOUT THIS#midnightfangz.txt#fanfiction#writing#long tags#spiderman: into the spiderverse
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jasonborrowed Ā· 4 months ago
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Yes, and this is the one I want to show, cause you really don't wanna see creature "before coffee", the image would burn your brain.
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magentagalaxies Ā· 5 months ago
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going to a comedy open mic tomorrow mostly to watch my friends (it's at a cool venue that my improv troupe performs at once a month and a few improv troupe friends are doing standup there) but when these friends were asking if i'd be interested in coming they were like "btw there's usually a ton of open spots on show days if YOU want to do something... and they're not strict about it only being standup either, people have done character pieces and sketches etc like they embrace the weirdness... and they're not strict about time limits you could probably do anything between three and eight minutes... sometimes if there's not enough people signed up they'll even let you go twice..." and i'm like god damn it i thought i was gonna take a break from aubrey but this setup is like tailor made for an aubrey appearance lmao
#still on the fence about it bc the burnout i experienced at the beginning of may extended to aubrey#especially bc so much of my aubrey stuff is comedy about gender and my brain was more in ''set everything on fire'' mode#and i think i've gotten to a good place with that burnout but i still haven't worked on any aubrey stuff since i got home from college#but even still even tho my mental health is better than it was a few weeks ago#recently i have had this horrible insomnia where i haven't been able to fall asleep at night in over a week#(i've made up for it with naps but still i am not mentally 100% rn. i've tried so many things and nothing has worked.)#so that's my justification for *not* doing aubrey tomorrow. however.#i reeeally need to get more performance experience bc there's only so much you can develop a sketch character without performing them#and this venue is so good. it's an art gallery like an hour away that's designed to be part gallery and part performance venue#especially for comedy. like the venue owner is this veteran comedian who used to work with bobcat goldthwait and a lot of other big names#and it's a low-pressure environment bc everyone there has seen me do comedy before with my improv troupe#but they still haven't seen me do aubrey at all so it's bringing a new side of my comedy to some of my main collaborators#like this is so much better than my previous aubrey performances bc they were all either#1. shows in CLASSROOMS with a bunch of my classmates who generally don't get my comedy (very clique-ish)#or 2. a guest spot on a show at a coffee shop where everyone knew each other except me#plus the biggest thing for me is the lack of a strict time limit. like as much as having a good 3-minute monologue can be#i think aubrey is a character you need to get to know a bit longer than 3 minutes. and a lot of my stuff is long while also being very tigh#like not every monologue is like this but my best aubrey monologues are almost like aubrey is telling you a sitcom storyline#and removing too many lines makes the whole narrative jenga tower fall over#and as much as i want to figure out how to make every monologue a good starting point#having the chance to perform multiple monologues if i get to go twice so that they can build off each other would be perfect#idk i'm not sure how often the open mics are there. at least monthly tho i might be missing next month's depending on when i'm in toronto#so like this wouldn't really be my only chance. but yeah i'm on the fence about whether to bring aubrey back for a performance tomorrow#i probably wouldn't do new material. i'd do the 5 minute version of my uncle reg monologue bc it's the one that's worked best so far#and if i get to do multiple. maybe i'd do the ''nom de plum'' monologue bc i think it's also very strong#and it has a good callback to uncle reg#but idk i also think doing the song would be very fun and on-theme since it's pride month and the song is a satire of rainbow capitalism#tho i'd probably have to rework the monologue that leads into the song bc even tho i loved the concept i don't think i articulated it well#or i could write an entirely different lead-in and make the previous monologue (''C/H/M'') a separate thing to revise later#which would probably go better and somehow be less work to write. but even so i don't know what the venue's sound setup is
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ophthalmotropy Ā· 7 months ago
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Anyway, today my friend and I used a break in the rehearsal to go to the bakery, and they had my most darling favourite pastry fresh out of the oven and still warm.
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periphrasis Ā· 9 months ago
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sometimes i miss the ordered structure of living in may 2020 quarantine
attend online class from bed with giant iced coffee
get into discord fight
get into tiktok fight
go for 2 hour walk
call my then best friend now girlfriend until like 5 am
sleep with 6 specific plushies that had the same spot on my bed every night
repeat
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thearomancer Ā· 1 year ago
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tea or coffee?
Tea, definitely tea, 100% tea.
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daydreamertrait Ā· 2 years ago
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i think im getting my sense of smell back but i still cant taste anythingšŸ§šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø
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zastavayugo Ā· 2 months ago
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boyduvet Ā· 11 months ago
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I'm still sad šŸ‘¾
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monstersflashlight Ā· 3 months ago
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Just the tip (Day 3/8 of 10k followers event)
Minotaur x fem!reader || size kink, soft (but filthy) sex, dirty talk, breeding, oral sex
You are quietly walking through the supermarket one day when you have to climb a shelf because you canā€™t reach the fucking cereals you want. You are pushing your body up when you slip and brace yourself for impact. But the impact never comes. You feel strong big arms around you and when you look up you are staring into the eyes of the biggest minotaur youā€™ve ever seen.
From that point on, you see him every time you go to the supermarket, itā€™s like magic. You are going grocery shopping? Heā€™s walking the aisle like heā€™s there just for you. Days pass and you canā€™t stop thinking about how wonderful he is, how prettyā€¦ and how fucking big. He insists on helping you get everything from the top shelf, you arenā€™t exactly little, but heā€™s so tall and broad and fucking magnificentā€¦ You agree. And just like that, you have a new grocery shopping friend.
Your friendship develops from there, you gave him your phone, he texts you when heā€™s going shopping, you met there. Sometimes you go out for coffee after, sometimes he insists on following you home and helping you put the groceries awayā€¦ You never thought it was wrong because if felt completely fine, it felt natural and amazing to trust him, to feel cared for. And you think you might be in love.
When he finally asks you out, you say ā€œyesā€ so fast he starts laughing as you blush like a teenager. He embraces you human body against his big minotaur one and lifts you up, burying his big head in your neck as you grab his horns. The sinful groan he lets out makes you whimper in need, and just like that, you two are horny as fuck and itā€™s like something broke inside you. A new kind of need awakening.
You go on a date that feels like the longest foreplay youā€™ve ever felt. The date is fucking fantastic, you two fitting better than puzzle pieces, and you canā€™t stop thinking how much you want to suck his cock. If heā€™s somewhat proportionate, he must be huge, and that thought plagues your brain every time you look at him. But you donā€™t say nothing that day.
You continue dating and going groceries together, and after a month of constant turn-on state, you are casually hanging out in your kitchen putting the groceries away as he sits and looks at you while you two talk.
ā€œWhat?ā€ He asks when he catches you staring at him for the hundredth time, a big smile in his pretty face. Heā€™s so cute you want to hit him, sometimes. You canā€™t deal with such adorable being.
You look at him, feeling your cheeks getting hot already. ā€œI- Nothing,ā€ you say, embarrassed to admit you were thinking about his dick, once again. You are in a constant state of sexual frustration since you started dating. You thought it would be more sex and less cuteness, and you arenā€™t mad about it being cute, but dang, you want his cock so deeply inside of you, you could feel him for days after.
He smirks, grabbing a grape out of the bag and chewing it slowly. ā€œCome on, donā€™t be shy, tell me.ā€ His absurdly hot face and body look so tantalizing and you feel so ready to climb him like a tree every time you get close to him...
ā€œI- I lowkeyā€¦ Never mind, itā€™s too embarrassing.ā€ You look down as you take some more groceries and store them in the cupboard. You hear him getting up and getting closer to you, his heat behind you making you melt against his chest. His strong arms coming around you as you sigh, happily. He turns you around and pecks at your lips, his big eyes making pleading as he says nothing. ā€œOkay, okay, stop using those big eyes on me. Iā€¦ I was thinking about your dick,ā€ you confess, hiding your face in his chest.
He pulls his fingers under your chin and pushes your face up. Heā€™s looking at you with such tenderness and heat in his eyes that you have to grab at his shirt harder not to fall, your knees weak under you. ā€œSay that again?ā€ He asks, his tone pleadingly.
ā€œWeā€¦ Weā€™ve been seeing each other for a long time and Iā€¦ I want to move things further,ā€ you let out slowly, looking at him for any reaction. But his face is completely blank and you start doubting everything about your relationship. The voices in your head are loud as you let out a choked: ā€œItā€™s okay if itā€™s too fast, I get it. I know. Shutting up now.ā€ Itā€™s been too little, he doesnā€™t feel the same, heā€™s just with you because you are exoticā€¦ Your inner monologue is filled with self-doubt.
ā€œNo. No, itā€™s not that,ā€ he says, an edge of self-doubt mirroring yours. You blush hard as you look at him up and down, your brain going a mile per minute and falling into the worst possible scenarios.
ā€œWhat then?ā€ You ask, neediness bleeding into your voice. ā€œYouā€¦ You donā€™t find me attractive?ā€ You finally ask, your self-esteem issues making you want to cry as he looks down at you with the most shocked expression ever.
ā€œWhat?! Are you insane?!ā€ His growl is so deep and feral that your knees turn into jelly under you.
You grab the edge of the counter not to fall. But you canā€™t respond with anything before heā€™s manhandling your body over your kitchen table and pushing all the groceries to the ground. You are about to protest when he leans over your body and starts kissing you senseless. His arms part your legs and he steps between them, his monstrous bulge fitting perfectly against your clothed pussy.
ā€œYou want this?ā€ He says as he grinds against you. ā€œAre you sure?ā€ He sounds hesitant, but his dick is so hard against you that you want to scream.
ā€œYes. Yes. Yes,ā€ you chant, trying to grind against him. He growls and rips your clothes off in two fast tugs, leaving you naked over the table, like a sacrifice for the minotaur. And you are more than ready to be devoured.
He pulls his fly open in one tug, probably breaking it in the process, but his movements are frantic. He pushes against you once again, his dick huge against your dripping cunt. ā€œI donā€™t want to hurt you,ā€ he grunts, his dick leaking precum. Leaking so much of it that you feel it dripping over your wet pussy, making a bigger mess. ā€œI donā€™t think I would fit, you are so tiny.ā€ He proves his point pressing a finger inside you, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He grunts as he fucks you slowly. His finger feels already so big...
ā€œJust the tip,ā€ you try to argue, wanting nothing more than to be fucked. You know you can take him. At least some of him, but heā€™s so caring and so worried about youā€¦ Always worried. You moan and try to move your hips, but his grip is non-forgiving. You canā€™t move even a millimeter as he rubs his tip against your wet folds around his finger still buried inside. ā€œPlease, please,ā€ you always thought you were above begging, but today you learned a new thing about yourself.
ā€œJust the tip?ā€ He asks, the big head of his cock teasing your entrance. ā€œYou are so tight,ā€ he grunts. You feel like heā€™s going to break you apart as he presses lightly, making you cry out. He pulls back, scared that he hurt you, but you shush him, kissing his snout and grabbing his horns. You know he loves when you play with his horns, he told you how sensitive they were.
ā€œJust the tip,ā€ you repeat. You are already feeling needy and desperate, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck you into oblivion, even if that means youā€™d be impaled by a giant dick.
ā€œYou are soaking,ā€ he groans as he gets in position, making you hot all over. The sounds he makes are so erotic you canā€™t stop moaning in response.
He starts pushing inside millimeter by millimeter and you feel like your body is being torn. Heā€™s so big, so massive inside of you. You donā€™t know if you can take him. You donā€™t know if the tip was already too much for your poor human pussy.
ā€œYou feel amazing, such a good little human for me.ā€ He keeps going, shushing your whimpers and telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look stretched around him. ā€œYour pussy is so good, you feel so tight around me. Your pussy feels amazing, best pussy Iā€™ve ever tried, Iā€™m not gonna give you up for anything in the world. You are MINE.ā€ With a roar he pushes a bit deeper, making you cry out.
After that itā€™s like a switch turns off inside him. Before you realize, heā€™s slipped a bit more inside. And a bit more. And heā€™s halfway there when he starts to fuck you in earnest, losing complete control of himself because of how good you feel. You start chanting his name as he keeps hitting deep inside of you. Too much, too deep, but so, so good you canā€™t stop the tears from falling freely.
He fucks you like a piston, so lost in the pleasure of your body that you canā€™t even think straight as he goes and goes and goes. You donā€™t know where his body starts and yours ends. You donā€™t know what day it is or whatā€™s your own name. You just know his dick pushing far and deep inside of you, harder and harder with each thrust. Itā€™s maddening.
ā€œIā€™m gonna breed you,ā€ he starts. You groan in response, the idea of being filled to the brim making you hotter than expected. And he keeps going, ā€œIā€™m gonna come so far inside of you, you are gonna feel me inside for days.ā€ You groan again, rocking your hips against him. ā€œRub your pretty clit for me, fall apart around my dick, let me feel your pussy milking me.ā€ You scream at his words, overwhelmed.
You obey, rubbing your clit as he fucks you furiously on the table, the wood underneath you creaking under the force of his thrusts. It takes you less than two seconds to come around his shaft, only halfway in, but bigger than anything youā€™ve ever tried.
ā€œJust like that, yes. Yes. Good little human.ā€ He starts babbling nonsense as he fucks you though your orgasm.
When you are coming down from the extracorporeal experience that is an orgasm with him, you feel the first shoot of his come inside of you. He comes, and comes, and comes a bit more. You feel some come leaking around his dick, you feel so full you donā€™t know what to do but squirm under him. The movement just makes everything move and you groan, clenching around him as he grunts.
He pulls out after what feels like an eternity hugging each other, your pussy feels raw and abused. You whimper when he touches you, so tender and fucked out, but he doesnā€™t really care, a dazed look in his eyes as he looks at your leaking pussy. You push your body up on your elbows, looking down at him as he kneels on the floor, between your legs. He launches at your pussy, eating you out until he deems you are clean enough. You come three times before heā€™s done.
And then he takes you to bed and does it all over again.
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readwritealldayallnight Ā· 6 days ago
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(part of the Wife at First Sight series)
In Ghostā€™s eyes, the first time you smiled up at him was the moment you became his and his alone.
So what if everyone apart from you knew it?
Didnā€™t make it any less of a fact, as far as he was concerned.
Still though, he wanted to learn more about just who his pretty little wife was, including anything that might make letting you know about your marriage a little easier. And so like the good soldier he is, he goes about it as though it were a reconnaissance mission.
He asks you how you take your coffees and teas, holding his breath as he watches you take the first sip of whichever drink heā€™s made you that day, pride swelling in his chest when you tell him itā€™s perfect, even better than when you make it.
The first time heā€™d done so, your eyes widened in surprise when he put his large, gloved hands over yours where they were wrapped around the mug, leaning forward and bringing the rim to his lips where he took a sip for himself, eyes locked with yours. You were unsure of what to think or say, but he apparently decided for you that this was okay, returning the warm drink to your mouth where he encouraged you to take another sip.
You figured that it was alright, he did make the tea for you after all, right?
You even laughed when he started only serving you in a mug with ā€˜Mrs.ā€™ printed across the side, certain that it hadnā€™t been in any of the common roomā€™s cupboards before.
He eyes the book peeking out of your bag one morning as you tuck it away, purchasing his own copy the very same day, curious to know what you like reading. Youā€™re pleasantly surprised, if not a tad confused, when you find the next two books in the trilogy sat atop your desk soon after, a small note written in chicken scratch lain on top reads ā€˜To : Wifeā€™. Heā€™ll make a point of commenting on the novel if he sees you holding it, slipping in tid bits of information to impress you show heā€™s read it as well, likes the same things you like.
Heā€™ll joke about how the food on the dining hall is always subpar, trying to casually find out what you like eating, subtly pulling out his phone and typing anything new into his notes app where heā€™s been keeping track of all your likes and dislikes. He just wants to get things right with you, be good for you, prove he can be the husband you need. Youā€™re already perfect in his eyes, his sweet little soulmate who just doesnā€™t know it yet.
Though this was the first military base youā€™d ever worked on, you couldnā€™t recall anyone having ever warned you about the way Lieutenants apparently like to haze the new hires, never mind the fact that everyone else was apparently in on it.
No one bats an eye when you go to take the empty seat next to him in a briefing, and he wraps his strong arms around you to instead plop you down onto his muscular thighs, carrying on with the task at hand as though this is perfectly normal and professional. Even the Captain hardly glances at the interaction, so you figure itā€™s okay, some strange form of team bonding?
Not a soul comments on the way the Lieutenant insists on being the one to cut up your food and feed you bites during meals in the dining hall, pretending as though they donā€™t hear him telling you about how ā€œmy wife works hard enough, donā€™t need to be liftinā€™ a finger witā€™ me around, love.ā€
They know to move out of the way if youā€™re approaching a closed door, knowing if the Lieutenant is anywhere near, heā€™ll be rushing to open the door for you before you can even attempt to do it yourself.
Even Soap has stopped complaining aloud and only rolls his eyes when Ghost drops anything and everything heā€™s doing- whether itā€™s spotting the Sergeant in the gym, being out on a morning run, hell even being in the middle of a shower- to send you a good morning text at six o clock on the dot. Every. Single. Morning.
No, you never exactly anticipated this sort of a running gag from a hardened military base, but youā€™re not exactly complaining either.
Not when you find your heart fluttering every time your fake work husband dotes on you like he really would marry you at the drop of a hat.
Besides, itā€™s all just playful, innocent fun, right?
Especially when everyone begins to apparently forget your name and instead refers to you only as Mrs Riley.
And when the Captain tells you that your requested time off for a honeymoon has been approved, something which you definitely donā€™t remember requesting, well thatā€™s all just fun too, right?
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