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when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way

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Can someone come free me from the song that is stuck so far up my brain I literally heard it playing in my dreams last night?

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I just KNOW ghost cries while giving head!! He's got such severe self worth issues that hes desperate to prove hes useful even during sex, he refuses to ask for anything and he cries at the thought of his partner allowing a creature like him to touch them.

This ofc leads to the perfect opportunity of his partner fucking his, holding hands and telling him "you deserve this, you deserve to feel good simon. Cmon, I wanna hear you say it, say you deserve this."

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i don't think simon would be an experienced lover. I don't think he'd fuck heavy or rough or often or almost ever.

i don't think simon would be possessive or mothering or doting or "obsessed."

i think simon would be terrified. i think he'd be terrified of turning into his father, of loving too much or not enough. of raising his voice, so he only whispers. of taking up too much space, so he hunches.

i think he would touch you sparingly, and you'd only be able to touch him slowly before he gets overwhelmed, skulking away to hide.

i think it would be a dark love. not dangerous, but dim. low lights, closed eyes. he's okay with holding, being held. only after the sun sets, when you can't see the stress lines on his forehead.

i think it would be difficult. he'd text you spontaneously to break it off, in his head about the downstream consequences. you'd talk him down, but it would be walking on eggshells.

he'd love you to death, though.

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Oh I’d love to do this!

GUYS. DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN WRITE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FICS ON AO3

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YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM

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Day at The Ren Faire: Gaz

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Summary: The 141 spends one of their rare days off at a ren faire in town and find a really… titillating booth.

MDNI 18+ : sexually suggestive language

Note: I’ll be doing one of these for all four of the main guys. And if anyone else wants to see another COD character, just let me know!

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Gaz has heard of ren faires. Some of his buddies from before his military days were still massive nerds to this day, so he’s at least aware of the events. He figures that people dress up like Medieval Times actors, maybe smack each other with some wooden swords. Maybe there’s even a fire breather or something.

What he didn’t expect when he and the 141 showed up on their weekend off is an absolutely massive crowd of people right out of a damn fantasy novel. Unlike Ghost and Price, Gaz is able to blend with the crowd, even if he and the team are a bit dressed down. He’s a likeable guy and knows how to fit with just about anyone, even if those people have elf ears glued to their heads.

Even if it’s not their usual scene, he bargains with the boys, what’s not to like? Women and men dripping and glitter, massive fairy wings on their backs. Several tents are chock full of real and prop weapons for sale. There are two separate petting zoos! And don’t even get him started on the food section. Whole turkey legs dripping in grease and seasoning, authentic beef stew, and every kind of pie under the sun. He is in heaven, and honestly, Soap is too.

And that is when they find it. The booth with the line about a mile long. Four women dressed in stereotypical bar maiden outfits stand behind a wooden bar top. Manacles dangle from above the patrons’ heads. Cheers, laughter, and… some somewhat filthy words drift to the team even from a slight distance. Gaz reads the handpainted sign above the booth, ‘Beers and Bosoms Tavern’, and he elbows Soap.

“Look, mate, I don’t know what this is all about, but we have to check it out.”

Soap chuckles, rolling onto his tiptoes to try and get a better view of the front of the line. “Oh, absolutely.” His gaze slides to Price and Ghost. “Cap, Lt?”

Ghost crosses his arms and looks away. “Pass.”

“You two… enjoy yourselves. Come find us later, yeah?” Price says, clapping Ghost on the arm before the two of them practically sprint away.

“Hey, more fun for us,” Gaz chuckles, the two of them settling into the line.

Soap is buzzing the entire thirty minute wait. The closer the two of them get to the front, the more dirty words and slurping sounds they hear. Gaz knows Soap’s always down for a fun time, but he himself has the decency to not be so forward in public at least. Now, as the two of them are next in line, Gaz realizes maybe he would’ve preferred to try this out alone. Soap’s phone was already in his hand, as casually as the Scot could be about it, but somehow he knew he wasn’t going to be able to live this down.

“Oh, hey there handsome.” The bar maiden right behind the bar coos, snapping Gaz back to the moment. “Mmmm, god, you have such a pretty face. And those lips? Are you going to open them so good for me?”

Immediately, Gaz’s face and neck flood with heat. He chuckles, playing it off well enough as he steps forward. Soap is already snickering, but he ignores him. His eyes dart to the hand holds that he’s watched every other person grab onto and he almost hesitantly does the same.

“Hey,” he says, finding himself a bit more bashful than usual.

The woman in front of him giggles as she pops the tab on a beer, leaning her elbows on the bar. Her tits are nearly spilling out of her colorfully corseted top, no more than a foot away from Gaz’s face. It’s not so much that he wants to stare, more so that his eyes won’t let him look anywhere else as she moves and they jiggle softly in the semi-sheer, cream fabric.

“Ah ah, eyes up here, mister. Go ahead, part those lovely lips for me,” she titters, extending the rim of the can toward Gaz.

He swallows hard, realizing what was happening now. He has, completely on his own free will, walked himself and Johnny up to a— completely voluntary— dominatrix experience. In public. Where the rest of their team could very much be watching. And would be later, if Soap’s finger didn’t somehow accidentally delete the evidence from his own phone.

But he isn’t a coward, and well, he was here now, and the woman in front of him was impressively attractive. And he also can’t deny the way his pants seem to feel tighter as she eyes him impatiently, lips pouted in expectation.

So he parts his lips as she moans, grinning widely at him.

“Oh, such a good boy. So obedient, so so good for me, aren’t you? Mhmm, you’re taking it so good for me!” she keens, never stopping as she slowly tips the can.

It’s all Gaz can do to keep swallowing, her words shooting straight to his dick. He feels his eyelids flutter, knows his expression looks a little flustered, but there’s so much happening all at once, he just focuses on not choking.

And this woman and her words are not helping things.

“Oh my god, don’t you spill a single drop. Take it all, you filthy boy. Yes!”

As she presses the cold lip of the can a tad lower on his lip, he feels something change in him. Just slightly. He thinks back to some of the birds and blokes he’s been with, and their little shy asks. ‘Can you maybe tell me I’m good?’ or ‘I want to know I’m doing a good job’, and he’s always been happy to praise them. But now that the shoe’s on the other foot? My god, this booth wasn’t just a tavern, but a place of religious encounters as far as Gaz was concerned.

Far, far too soon, he feels the final splash of the beer he hadn’t even really tasted slide down his throat. He moves to wipe his mouth clean, but the woman gives him a short glare.

“Mm-mm. Leave yourself messy for me, sweet thing. You look so good, lips all shiny like that. Could eat you up like this,” she winks, eyes already trailing to Soap, her next patron.

And Gaz just stares for a moment, as if this woman could be his wife. As if he’d trail after her like a damn dog for the rest of his life if it meant she’d do that to him again. It takes her giggling and gently patting one of his hands for him to let go of the manacles he’d been gripping. Ow, his hands hurt. Had he really been gripping them that hard?

As he stood just off to the side, trying to orient himself back on earth, he at least had the wherewithal to start recording Soap in return as he stepped up for his turn. Maybe his embarrassment in the group chat would be lessened if both of them had to suffer. Or, maybe suffering wasn’t the right sentiment. Because that had been anything but a bad experience.

To say that Gaz became a fan of ren faires after that day would be an understatement. And he also took down the name of the booth; definitely only because it was a fun name. Definitely totally not so he could find out when and where they’d be set up next.

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Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive

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little miss obsessed with love because she has never properly experienced it and still believes in the idealized version that she created in her mind

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Decompressing

18+ MDNI

You and Soap have an arrangement for when you have a particularly stressful day at work.

Tags: sex toys, dumbification, degradation, ass play, power dynamic, dom!soap/sub!reader, p in v sex

You call him on your way home, voice hitting that tone he knew meant a rough one on the job. One too many muttered curses under your breath or a bit of a sharp bite to your words when talking about your clients. You were fully in your head and he smiles on his side of the phone.

“Y’need a night off?” He innocently asks, words casual enough.

You nearly freeze mid step on the sidewalk. Just the thought of what he was implying had a chill coating your skin and a weight settling low in your gut.

“Y-yeah maybe,” you reply, steps growing quicker as you hurry toward your boyfriend’s flat.

“Your call, bonnie. You let me know when you get here,” he grins, and you can hear it on his voice.

Soap is such a considerate man. A real martyr when it comes to helping you unwind from a stressful week. It’s so hard for him to have to fill you up with the new plug he just so happened to find online a few days ago. The ad jus’ popped up, I swear! And when he has to make sure that pretty little head of yours is blissfully empty? What a difficult job indeed.

And he knows as well as you do that your ‘maybe’ on the phone was a yes. It always is. And your throbbing clit is also aware of that as it aches more with each step.

Shifting from foot to foot, you wait at his door, but it doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to tear it open, the impatient bastard. He smiles widely, knowingly, at you and ushers you inside. The lock gets thrown and his hand takes yours. There’s no hello, no time to unwind or unpack more of your shitty day because he is already pulling you into his room.

“Lie back, yeah?” he urges, nodding to the towel he’d already draped on the bed. You comply, because why wouldn’t you? The idea that he’s going to take care of you was already sinking in, helping you shed your stress like wrapping paper.

Before you can even fully shimmy onto the corner of the bed, he’s got a plug in his hand, lube in the other. This time, he doesn’t ask you to get undressed or even take off your shoes, he simply pushes your knees up and gives you a raised eyebrow look.

Hold them there. You know that’s what he wants and you do it, cheeks warming in anticipation.

He covers the bright pink plug, makes sure it’s nice and ready, and then flips your dress up, tugging your partially soaked underwear to the side.

“Oh, you were gettin’ ready for me on the way over. Such a good girl,” he coos, pressing the tip against you.

Your back arches as thoughts pop out of your head one by one. Easing it in slow, making sure not to hurt you, making sure you feel it all go in, he watches you. Praises you. His eyes flick from your rolling eyes to your clenching pussy as the plug sits flush in your ass.

“How’d’ya like that, hm?” He purrs.

You nod quick, the fullness sending little shocks through you. “ ‘s good,” you manage to croak.

“It’s good?” He mocks softly, fingers trailing up to your aching clit. You nod again, a soft whimper falling from your lips. He chuckles as he toys with your sopping pussy’s entrance. “How about you tell me about your day some more, bon?”

You know it’s an order, so you really do give it your best effort, but when he slides two fingers in you after the first syllable, all your words find somewhere else to be. A moan takes their place and as you writhe, the plug shifts and turns, lighting you up with pleasure.

“I thought you had so much to tell me,” he says, fingers pumping into you with more purpose. “You too full to think? Too dumb already?”

“Mhmm!” you whine, body hot and sensitive.

“Shame, that is. Maybe you can cum once you get yer voice back.” And he pulls away, leaving you a panting mess.

You sit up on your elbows, expression more wrecked than you’d like to admit. And Johnny looks unfazed. Wry. He loves pulling you apart like this. Loves seeing his brilliant, smart, confident girlfriend melt and become a puddle of need for him. And you do too.

It’s why you let him order you to go grab him a beer as he settles onto the couch. It’s why you don’t mind the shockwaves of intense stimulation that rock you with every step. And it’s why you never mind when he grabs your chin in his hand and calls you his good girl or slut or you-name-it as he makes you sink onto his lap.

Tonight, his cock gets buried deep inside you as you’re told to warm him. Don’t move, just take what I’m givin’. And you do so good, sit so still as you’re filled all the way. The base of his shaft has the right amount of hair to drive your clit wild, but you bite your lip and try your damndest not to moan until he tells you to.

And when he shifts and relaxes back, he strokes your chest absentmindedly, peaked nipples nothing more than a fidget toy for him. But Soap isn’t mean. He sees the way your eyes gloss over, the way your breaths hitch and catch. His smirk returns and he sets his hands on your hips.

“So, love. You gonna tell me all about that hard day at work yet?”

You swallow thickly as he rolls his hips beneath you. Your ass clenches, pussy throbs, and your head snaps back as you catch a cry in your throat. The last thing on your mind was your shitty day. Whoever had pissed you off was long forgotten and you suddenly can’t remember if the annoying meeting even happened this week or last.

All you can babble out is, “dunno, I dunno, Johnny. Just lemme cum.”

He smiles wide, chuckling that devious laugh of his and his grip on you tightens enough to clue you in on what’s about to come. “Hm, I’m startin’ to think your job cannae be that hard, bonnie. Never have anything to tell me.”

But you don’t even really hear his words as he starts to pound into you from below. He’s not wrong, not that either of you want him to be. As you soak his cock with your cum over and over, the last thing you’re thinking about are your co-workers or boss. As he makes you bounce on him, your tits now pulled out of the top of your dress for him, neither of you are too concerned with the work days either of you had. And you won’t have to be for a while, as he fills your fluttering pussy up, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

What a sweet boyfriend you have, taking away all your worries like that. A real saint Johnny is for you.

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CHAT WHAT DO I DO WHEN I GET MUTUALS ON HERE??? I WAS GONNA POST SPOILERS FOR MY AO3 FIC BUT NOW THAT FEELS WRONG!

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wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”

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Had a reader on Ao3 notice a little Easter egg today and tell me why I’m literally physically crying rn

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[two tumblr soldiers bleeding out on the internet frontlines]

“heh… remember strawbebby…. And ranibow spramkle… always made me laugh”

“Don’t talk like that man. We’re gonna get out of here i prommy.” [mortar fire sails overhead and land nearby] “christ its like a childrens hospital out there”

[through shallow breaths] “I always loved…… the color of the sky…………”

End scene

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Chat am I cooked if, when given the opportunity to choose where my partner and I ate while on a trip today, I chose The Old Mohawk? Am I too far gone? Not gone enough?

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TF141 as D&D Builds

I’m working off 5e and a dream for this

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Soap: He’s the barbarian, no two ways about it. Loud, boisterous, and ready to jump into the fray. And he’s a dwarf. Not just because he’s the loud one of the group even if it is a whole lot of it but he’s handy and hardy as well.

Gaz: Based on vibes alone, Gaz is a sorcerer. I can see him as an innate magic user as well as being skilled in fighting. My sweet baby is definitely a half-elf. Not only is he the most beautiful member of the team, but I just feel as though he’s got the grace of a half-elf too.

Ghost: My heart says barbarian, but I know he’s a ranger. He’s too quiet and reserved to be the one barging in, guns blazing. If he could choose to be around others or be alone, we know what he’d choose. I genuinely almost said he was a Dragonborn, but he is most definitely a tiefling. People are terrified of this man all the time, and what’s more Ghost-coded than people judging him by his appearance?

Price: Perhaps overdone, but he’s an oathbreaker paladin for sure. Like, he has his morals, he has those he fights for, but there’s the whole thing of crossing the line and getting his hands dirty. He’s also got to be a human. There’s something about the whole indomitable human spirit that I feel Price embodies.

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I love this far too much to leave it as just this, so count me in for making some fics based off this post for sure! And I’m also going to have to make my OCs their own class and race breakdowns too.

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