#cqc requests

[chronicallyqueercoining2]

TRANSFEM AND TRANSMASC AGEREGRESSOR FLAGS!! >_<

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Requested by: Anon!

[chxrrylime]

if you’re still looking for requests could i please ask for smutshot of price w power bottom m!reader and price being a subby hubby just an absolute simp for reader like the kind of simping that he’d kneel before him if asked, he worships the ground his husband walks upon and obviously worships his body during the dirty, please just.. i’ve got a thing for big, strong and capable men kneeling at the feet of their partner, it’s a dynamic that got me by the fucking throat— thank 🫶

This got out of control honestly... it's kind of sad so I apologize for that. Hope you enjoy either way!

Price x M!Reader ↪ 1844 words — 18+ / SMUT & ANGST.

Content tags — cis male power bottom (combat medic) reader, cis male service top/dominant Price, unsafe sex, referenced/implied Ghost x Soap, crying, hospitals, description of injuries, referenced/implied character death, established relationship, penetrative sex, anal sex, fingering, oral sex, hand jobs, semi-public sex, tantric sex, body worship, probably inaccurate medical stuff. 

Soap’s stuck in the infirmary. Unconscious half the time and miserable. Fucking sepsis, blood poisoning, from toxic shock—some gas he inhaled too much of when his mask got shattered in CQC. Idiot didn’t remember the wet cloth advice you’d given him, obviously. You have nurses on shifts giving him blood transfusions every hour on the dot. The bloody bastard hates needles.

Ghost won’t leave his side—not since you told him the mortality rate for sepsis is anywhere from 30% to 50%. You had to pull the shrapnel from his leg and ribs while he sat in the bedside chair, hand twitching on the bed like he was keeping himself from grabbing for Johnny.

Gaz is the most well off. Just a nasty concussion from having his shit rocked by a juggernaut, though you still had to sit and check him over for wounds with how he was caked in mud and still high on adrenaline. He was more than happy to go take a hot shower and collapse into a medical bed (softer than the quarter’s beds) to let the nurses watch over him.

Price hasn’t spoken to you outside of barking orders since he pulled Soap heaving and choking out of the helo, Gaz barely supporting Ghost’s limping weight behind him. Since then you’ve caught glimpses of him moving around the infirmary like a shadow, watching over his team but never sticking around long once you catch his eye. 

He had a gash on his forehead leaking blood into his eye when he got off that helicopter. It was stitched up by the time you saw him again. You could tell from the shoddy craftsmanship that he did it himself, probably in one of the bathroom mirrors.

You gently swipe your thumb over it now, as he stands in front of you, looming ever so slightly. He winces at the sting, but doesn’t move away. You’re frowning, staring at the scar, and he won’t stop looking at you.

“I wouldn’t have changed your orders,” he says, voice firm.

“John—” you huff out, eyes rolling.

“Not for any of them.”

He’d made you stay. For the first time since you’d join the task force as the combat medic, he’d made you sit this mission out. Because it was too dangerous he’d said. Well, that was the bloody point, wasn’t it? If you’d been there you could’ve treated the sepsis earlier, reduced the severity, or you could’ve patched Ghost up properly so he wouldn’t have lost so much fucking blood, half-dazed as he was in that chair. Christ, you could've at least have given Gaz some ibuprofen, the poor fuck.

But Price made you stay.

“You would’ve been killed,” Price says, sounding almost offended as you glare at him.

“I would’ve been hurt, like them, but they’d be better off. That’s my job, Captain.”

The vitriol behind the title has Price caught off guard. You only ever call him by rank in private moments like this lightheartedly. 

“You almost got Johnny killed,” you whisper, and Price’s eyes squeeze close for a mere moment. When he opens them again he’s not looking at you anymore. He takes your hands in his and stares at them instead.

“I don’t want to argue,” he says, sounding so soft. So defeated. 

You don’t need an apology, or an admittance. You know that tone is as good as it gets with him, pride wounded as it is. Heart too. He knows he made a bad call, and yet you know he still wouldn’t have changed it. Not if it met sacrificing you.

“Hey,” you murmur, cupping his cheek to get him to look back up at you. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a short moment, searching. You don’t find anything other than blue. His eyes flutter shut and he leans in to kiss you. So, so soft. Chaste, almost, and slow. 

You know what he needs. What you both need.

You move your hand from his cheek to his short hair, petting him lovingly, encouragingly. He trails gentle kisses to the corner of your lips, your cheek and jawline, down to your throat and shoulder.

"Kneel," you whisper.

He lowers slowly with a low groan, knees resting carefully on the fatigue mat beneath you, looking like he’s about to pray. His head is level with your stomach, and he buries his face against the softness there. Both your hands comb gently through his hair now, nails scratching at his scalp, his noise of contentment so deep and rumbly like a purr.

His thick arms move from wrapped around your waist, loosening so he can glide his big hands up and down your legs, spreading wide over your thighs and squeezing before he leans back enough to unbutton your fatigue pants and zip them down.

He lowers to nuzzle against your bulge, pressing kisses through your boxers until he can feel you half hard and twitching beneath his lips. Your soft, rattling breaths above him make him content, humming and sending soft vibrations through your crotch. 

You lean back against the desk behind you, ass perched on the edge of it. You fumble through the drawers as he frees your cock and takes into his hot, wet mouth with another hum. You moan, fingers wrapping around a half-empty tube of lube that you set into his waiting hand.

He so slowly bobs up and down your prick, eyes caught between staring up at you half-lidded and fluttering shut in focus. He doesn’t even have his hands on you, both of them working open the lube with a click before squirting some onto his fingers. You push your pants further down your legs, careful not to jostle him, allowing him the access he works towards.

His thick fingers tease between your cheeks and against your hole. He stops moving his head, just acting as a gentle suction as he works the first slick digit into you. You moan softly, aware you’re still both in the infirmary—in your office, sure, but it’s thin glass and drawn blinds separating you from your nursing staff.

He pulls off of you completely, the cold air of the room causing you to gasp as his saliva rapidly cools around your cock. He sucks kisses into the fat of your thighs, nuzzling his furry cheek against you like an affectionate cat whenever he gets the chance. 

He slips a second finger into you, the angle too awkward for him to focus on your prostate, but pleasurable nonetheless, the feeling of being filled. The stretch feels good, grounds you like your groans do to him. Remind him he’s alive after the day he’s had, that he’s living and breathing and you’re still a warm body waiting for him to come home.

“Where do you want me?” you ask lowly, getting impatient. You can feel his smile against your thigh before he looks up at you, scans the office a bit before slipping his fingers free.

You let out a soft breath at the emptiness as he stands, his hands, one still slick, resting on your hips as he kisses you slow and deep, tongue licking into your mouth to explore. You moan around him, sucking on the intruding muscle. 

He helps you to kick the rest of your pants off before lifting you ever so slightly further onto the desk, and you don’t miss the way he winces. You break the kiss, eyeing him warily.

“Don’t—” he starts.

“Take your shirt off,” you cut him off, already pulling on the hem. He sighs, raising his arms with a grunt so you can slip it off and over his head.

He’s got bandages wrapped around his upper chest, looping over his shoulder. The center of the cloth is stained a light pink from what blood still waits to clot. You let a breath out through your nose, hands so gently skating over the covered plains of his chest.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he rumbles, pressing closer, picking your legs up to wrap them around his wide waist as your crotches grind slowly against each other. You are worried, but the blood doesn’t leave the south. 

“Who fixed you?” You ask, and Price sighs again.

“Love—”

“Who?”

“Monroe, I think.”

You nod approvingly. You trust Monroe, he knows what he’s doing. There’s no point in arguing, not when Price is pulling his cock free, hanging heavy, blood flow not enough to keep it tall and proud like usual. He strokes himself a few times with his lubed hand, pressing the tip to your pucker and rubbing as he kisses you again. 

You want to cry, want to pull him close and never let him leave again. You want to tie yourself to him so he can’t go without you again. You wish you outranked him or, something, something. You know it’s too much for you to ask for him to be safe, but you wish he’d let you be there to keep him safe. That’s your entire goddamn job.

He can feel how tense you’re getting, hole resisting against him trying to slide in, your arms tight around his neck. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and realizes at the taste of bitter salt that you’re crying. 

“Breathe for me, love,” he swipes his thumb across your cheek and trails soft kisses along your neck.

You do so, and he slips into you on the exhale, making you moan and cling tighter to him. 

“You’re okay,” he murmurs, holding you close to him as he slowly rocks his hips, making you whimper, “I love you,” he says, and you sob.

“Love you—love you,” you say back, rambling, rocking your hips down onto his cock as he slowly takes you apart. Neither of you are going to last long, not with how pent up you both are, and the heartstring vibrating between you two—deep, deep connection.

"Harder," you growl, and he complies with only the slightest hesitation, hips slamming into you.

You pant against each other’s mouths, breathing each other’s air. He smells like smoke and lavender and whiskey and a fire in the summer and it feels like coming home. 

His big hand wraps around your dick, pumping you in time with his thrusts. It doesn’t take long for him to get you there, his thick cock grinding so perfectly against your prostate. You cum, wet hot splatters onto his stomach and dribbles down his fist. 

You clench so tight around him, flexing in waves around his cock. He groans so loud as he cums, grabbing the back of your head to pull you into a heated kiss, desperate and heavy as he fills you up, makes your insides all warm and sticky.

You whimper against his mouth, the two of you breaking free for air, catching your breaths. His head is on your shoulder and you try not to think about how his shoulders are shaking as you pet through his hair, the two of you still connected.

You’ll both be okay.

[anim-ttrpgs]

Last night on patreon we launched the biggest update for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy released since we launched our patreon.

We're in the home stretch towards the kickstarter launch, which we plan to be in April of this year.

Here's a look at the complete changelog for this version, it even comes with a new and super improved character sheet you can take a look at right here.

CHAPTER 1

Have started working on replacing the examples of play with updated ones that actually fit the current and slightly more stable version of the rules. These will be found in various chapters. You can see them in the table of contents.

Added a new core skill, the Wealth skill, used to determine if the investigator can afford purchases

New Mandatory Fear: Poverty

Added “scene” to quickterms.

Added “Ticking Clock” optional rule. 

Added a bit about diegetic discussion of clues to “Role of Investigators”

Added another optional rule for handling total composure loss.

Fixed and clarified some traits 

New traits

 Better clarified that investigators should be encouraged to make as many investigation rolls as possible and only consider avoiding them when there is a clear and logical risk associated with them.

Better clarified that multiple investigators may make investigation rolls on the same clue

New optional skills: religion, pickpocketing

Added some advice on how to roll and use interpersonal skills during dialogue. 

CHAPTER 2

Added a codified system for determining investigator starting items. 

After many requests, moved the trait list to chapter 2.

CHAPTER 3

 Added “Irregular forms of damage” section, handling poison and drowning and potentially other irregular forms of damage in the future.

Better clarified the injured status and fixed a misleading mistake

Added more advice about how eureka’s combat was designed with planning in mind, but not with the intention of the group pausing combat scenes constantly to discuss plans

CHAPTER 4

Added many new firearm accessories, including Laser Sight and Flashlight

Clarified where an “SMG” would fit into the firearms categories. 

Slight edit to Ducking, now does not work at close range unless the ducking character has cover

CHAPTER 5

Slightly updated the Escape rules to make it harder to escape from stronger opponents and easier to escape from weaker opponents. 

Melee attacks from characters on the ground will have a lesser penalty if done with CQC instead of Athletics. 

CHAPTER 8

Hunting is now codified. Ambush predator hunting tables are fully functional despite some blanks. Will probably leave parts of the tables blank for kickstarter backers to fill in. Social predator tables are not yet functional. 

Made it clear that monster traits from certain monsters go together

Fairies get a bonus to Wealth but it can be capped by composure. 

Added a whole new playable monster, the thing from beyond.

Minor tweaks to vampire

Tweaks to wolfman. Can now die permanently from anything while in normal human form, and must eat twice as much food to feel sated, resulting in -1 to Wealth rolls to buy food.

Major updates to witches and fairies, can turn people into toads now and witches can ride brooms. Fairies can take voices. Witches now have a more regular true nature despite it still necessarily being a bit of a vague one.  

New mage trait 

Edits to existing mage traits. 

Made clarifications to the distinction between mage traits and monster traits

Rearranged some of the layout of chapter 8 to make the rules for different monsters easier to reference mid-session

CHAPTER 9

Started work on the index for real but it’s still a long way from being usable

Clarified use of the dark contract is not actually recommended

As you can see, there's a whole bunch of new helpful systems and mechanics, there's more of a structure, the rulebook is easier to use, and there's even a whole new playable monster, the thing from beyond! Hopefully, I can manage to make a post about this new monster soon, but in the mean time you can see for yourself for just $5 on our Patreon.

You can also visit our website for more info and even download the free demo version of the game there.

Check us out on itch.io too!

And if you'd like a chance to play this, join the ANIM TTRPG Book Club!

[multifandomthoughts]

Characters that would protect you from unwanted attention

Fem! Reader

Requested by: nobody, this is based off some experiences I’ve been having

Guido Mista

“I’m going to ask you to step away from them before things turn ugly.” You we’re out drinking with Mista and the gang, having a good time until someone approached you.

Thinking nothing of it, you chatted the person up, happy to meet someone new, a potential friend. But then things get…awkward. They’re asking you all sorts of personal questions, ones that you don’t typically ask a stranger.

Luckily for you, Mista was there, and noticed you increasingly getting uncomfortable. At first, he tries to joke around, have fun with them. Maybe they’ll get the hint that you aren’t comfortable.

But when that doesn’t work….sex pistols are here to stay. The promise of meeting six more of Mista’s friends does wonders to make the creep run for the hills.

Axel

“Don’t fuck with me. Got it memorized?” You were at the beach with Axel, having a genuinely good time. Unfortunately for you, Axel runs hot due to his fire powers.

Taking a second to go down to the water and cool himself off, someone nearby took that as a chance to try to chat you up. He asks you what someone like you is doing spending time together with someone like him.

And he of course throws in too many unnecessary comments about how good you look. It made you think that he was only being superficial or could care less about the real you.

You follow Axel, heading to the water to try to escape from this creep’s leering eyes. The air begins getting hotter and your stalker starts to sweat as Axel creates fire from thin air. He’s prepared to burn this asshole alive for bothering his partner, and making them feel insecure about themselves.

Zoro

You decided to go shopping with Zoro for once. Normally you go by yourself, but you saw some clothes that you want Zoro to judge for you. Zoro, generally doesn’t have an opinion, but you’d soon find out someone else does.

A man who was clearly watching, comes up to you. Not a clerk, oh no, just a random shopper. And he starts going on a tangent about how good you look, how the clothes fit you in all the right spots.

When he starts suggesting other clothes for you that would very much be showing off way more skin, that’s when Zoro sets the hangers of clothes he was holding onto aside and steps in.

“Hey. Don’t you dare talk to them like that.” Zoro practically growls. You’re glad that you don’t let him have his swords out while shopping, or else this guy would practically be mincemeat. Luckily for you, all it took was a threat and a sinister look to get him to scram.

Solid Snake

You were having dinner with Snake, a rare night out when he’s not busy. You decided to do a nice fancy restaurant, just the two of you, or at least you thought.

Snake has to step out for a minute. Nothing major, just to give colonel his whereabouts in case something happens. Giving the impression of being stood up, someone comes waltzing over.

This stranger, very rudely eating some of the food Snake had left on the table, offers to show you a better night on the town than the “jerk that just left you with the bill”. You try to protest and he won’t hear a word of it, clearly you’re just too optimistic and delusional to see the sad truth.

Then Snake returns, and sees how uncomfortable you are. Firmly gripping their shoulders, he states “Do you know what CQC is?” Already frightened, they say no. “Well, you’re about to.”

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

The Meeting.

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x MootOC!Meabh "Pirate" O'Malley (platonic) words: 1.7K~ cw: canon-typical violence/talk, use of weapons, attempt at military accuracy(?? idk)

November 12th, 2015. 0632 hours 12 Miles off the coast of Romania.

Command: "Shamrock, this is Command. Requesting status update, over."

The Black Shamrock: "Command, this is The Black Shamrock. We have visual on the cargo ship. Cargo ship identified as target vessel. Standby for interception coordinates, over."

Command: "Roger that, Shamrock. We cannot let them cross into Russian waters. Standing by for coordinates and situation report, over.”

…

The Black Shamrock: "Command, this is The Black Shamrock. Target cargo ship intercepted, speed successfully reduced to 5 knots. We've cut them off right before international waters so this has to happen now. Transmitting coordinates, over."

Command: "Copy that, Shamrock. Good work on slowing down the cargo ship.”

Command: “All units, this is Command. Urgent update. Eagle Eye, you have limited time for insertion. The success of the operation depends on The Black Shamrock holding down the cargo ship. Expedite your approach. Over."

Eagle Eye: "Command, this is Eagle Eye. Copy that, limited time for insertion. We're three mikes out from the current coordinates. Ready to expedite approach. Over."

Command: "Shamrock, keep them busy! Eagle Eye, you're clear to proceed with insertion. Approach from the North. Expedite your approach and secure the cargo ship. Weapon’s hot. Over."

Eagle Eye: "Command, this is Eagle Eye. Copy that, proceeding with expedited insertion. Will confirm drop zone secure before departure. Eagle Eye out."

Command: “Roger, Eagle Eye. Shamrock, standby for immediate support and prepare teams for follow-up action once the ship has been secured.”

The Black Shamrock: "Roger, Command. Will stand by for support. Continuing to monitor the situation and standing by for further instructions. Shamrock out."

-

“Time to move, SEALs! Hope you’ve got your sea legs on!” Lieutenant Alex "Ace" Rodriguez’s voice reverberated through the headsets before he got up from his seat, and approached the exit.

The remaining SEALs sprung to their feet, getting into formation. One group dropping at the forecastle, another downrange at the poop deck. Five SEALs in each, meeting in the middle.

A young Victoria Callahan rappels down the line and drops atop a cargo container, immediately opening fire on the hired guns controlling the cargo ship, to cover the descent of her crewmates. 

The helicopter’s blades are loud, and, mixed with the sound of gunfire, it prevents her from hearing the Russian commands being shouted by the traffickers around the ship. But nothing they can say would stop the assault. She downs three hired guns in the time it takes her squad to fully insert.

Dropping from the cargo containers, the team slips into an assault formation, marching forward and peeking between the rows of cargo containers, clearing them efficiently.

They quickly continue taking out the majority of the traffickers, plucking them out one by one, as they come out to try and defend their precious ‘cargo’. As if human beings could or should be considered such a thing.

Once they lock eyes with the crew coming from the back, they split again: 

a group of four led by Lieutenant Alex "Ace" Rodriguez going up to the bridge and crew deck;

four others led by Chief Petty Officer Michael "Bulldog" Thompson heading below deck to clear all the halls;

and the last two, amidst which is Senior Chief Petty Officer David "Wolf" Miller, going container-to-container, popping them open and looking for ‘stragglers’ (aka other hired guns, mixed amidst the terrified, groggy victims, to keep them secure).

Victoria descends the stairs in the second to last spot of the standard CQC formation, right behind her squadron’s leader. As the only woman in the whole team, she’s given the ‘less burdensome’ task of carrying a bag with dozens of flexi-cuffs in her pack, so they can restrain whoever they find.

After they start clearing room-to-room, restraining or killing whoever they find, Bulldog’s radio goes off: “All stations, this is ‘Ace’, we have taken control of the ship. I repeat: target has been seized.”

Command: “Copy that, Ace. Shamrock, you are clear to onboard.”

The Black Shamrock: “Roger. Sending a vessel lead by Lieutenant-Commander O’Malley, callsign 'Pirate', over.” 

“Ace to Bulldog, how copy?”

“Go for Bulldog.” Cobra answered, stopping the crew’s march so he could respond.

“Bulldog, finish clearing below deck and standby until we get back to land.”

“Copy that, Ace.” 

“You heard the boss, team. Let’s continue clearing these rooms.” Bulldog said as he looked around at his small crew.

“Yes, sir!” The group replied.

-

After clearing all the rooms and securing all the not-neutralized prisoners below deck in a locked room with Special Warfare Operators Third Class William Brown and Cole Johnson watching over them, Victoria was left pacing the halls, some of the other Second Class operators being sent down to assist her, pacing the entirety of the below deck, in alternate hallways.

It’s during her pacing that she suddenly hears steps behind her, echoing on the metal platforms above and coming thundering down the staircase. Assuming it to be a straggler, one of the traffickers, making some sort of break for it, Victoria whipped around, aiming at the unknown intruder on the stairs. “STOP!” The girl shouted.

A woman. With wild curly brown hair, wearing a Navy uniform, stopped in her tracks, hands already reaching for a pistol at her hip. “Don’t you fucking DARE. Who the fuck are you?” 

Standing a few feet from one another, at an impasse, stood the only two women aboard the entire cargo ship… Other than the poor trafficking victims still inside the containers.

The woman’s eyes locked onto Victoria’s uniform, seeing the American flag she wore front and center on the chest panel of her chest rig. Then, she stopped reaching for her pistol and said something in reply, hands held out openly on either side of her, to demonstrate she wasn’t a threat. Unfortunately for her, Victoria didn’t understand it.

“What the fuck kind of gibberish was that? English or Russian, pick one, damnit.” The American raised her voice, her southern accent becoming increasingly stronger as she shouted commands at the other woman who was only looking at her with a softened gaze and a bit of a smile.

The woman before her simply turned a bit to display the sleeve of her uniform. The Irish flag. “Lieutenant-Commander O’Malley, soldier.” Her voice was a lot easier to understand this time, a conscious effort to soften her strong brogue for the American to understand her.

“Oh SHIT!” Victoria said as she quickly lowered her rifle under her arm and raised her hand, saluting the foreign Lieutenant with a sharp, respectful salute. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Didn’t know who you were and didn’t expect anyone to come down here without communicating-” Victoria was quick to justify herself.

O’Malley descended the last few steps. “At ease. You don’t need all that formality with me.” She assured the American as she approached, hands on her hips.

Victoria nodded fervently. “Sorry…” She huffed and fixed her grip on her rifle, holding it at a ready carry. 

“What’s yer name?”

“Special Warfare Operator Second Class Victoria Callahan, ma’am.” She replied.

“Christ, that’s a mouthful.” O’Malley replied. “I’m Meabh.” She introduced herself. “And I think Imma call you Tori, if that’s alright with ye.” The Irish one replied with a smirk.

Blinking a bit, Victoria nodded. “This is the weirdest interaction I’ve ever had in my time in service. But, yeah, that’s okay.”

“You Americans are so serious.” Meabh teased with a smile. “Walk around like you’ve got a stick up the arse.”

Victoria couldn’t help but laugh at that, looking away for a moment, to try and conceal it, still too molded into the standard ‘Don’t get too friendly with superiors’ mantra.

“Oh, come on, I told ya to stand at ease. C’mon!” Meabh teased and nudged Victoria with her elbow before she started walking off to go retrieve whatever she came below deck for.

“Sorry. Not used to this…” Victoria admitted and gulped as she walked by Meabh’s side. Should she, realistically, be walking along with the Lieutenant Commander and deserting her position in the hall? No. But she was going to.

“How old are you?” Meabh asked her, causing Victoria’s eyes to widen a bit.

“Twenty-four.”

“Twenty-four?! I’m twenty-two!” Meabh replied cheerfully. 

Victoria’s eyes are widened. Not because Meabh was young, she looked it! But because she was extremely cheerful, almost like she was trying to make a friend out of Victoria, rather than walking around like they were mere colleagues.

It was bizarre.

“You’re very…” Victoria dared to speak, her voice level and even. “...bubbly.”

“Should I not be?”

“I had a rifle pointed at you a minute ago.”

“But now you don’t!”

“I could’ve shot you.”

“But you didn’t!”

“I don’t understand you.”

“Really? I’m trying to soften my accent for you!”

“No, your personality!” Victoria explained as she looked to the side at Meabh, her head craned. “Is it an Irish thing or a you thing?”

“Probably a me thing.”

“Oh.”

“I just don’t see the point in being serious and bossy when I don’t have to be.”

“Hm.” Victoria murmured as she looked away, lost in thought. 

“You’re a stunner.”

Victoria’s head snapped to the side, eyes widened as she stared at Meabh. “Huh?”

“A stunner. Pretty. Beautiful.”

“Thank you…?”

“You’re welcome!”

As they reached the room Meabh had to get to, Whiskey opened the door with one of the ID cards she had swiped from one of the hostage traffickers, allowing Meabh inside.

“You’re… pretty too.” Victoria ended up returning the compliment just as Meabh was going in the door.

“I like you. We should hang out after this. Get a drink. Do you drink?” Meabh asked, excitedly. “Where are you stationed?”

“I do. And, uh… Italy, supposedly. Naples. But… all over Eastern Europe really.” She admitted. “Haven’t stopped in the last six months.”

“I’ll write you, then. We’ll plan something while we’re on leave! Could have a ceilidh.”

“A... what?”

"A party!"

"Oh. Okay..."

Meabh turned to gather the ship logs she had wanted to get before she bounded back down the hall. "Come with me."

"I can't desert my station-"

"Yes, ye can. Your CO's 'Ace', right?"

"Yeah?"

Meabh turned and grabbed her radio from her belt. "Ace, this is Pirate, how copy?"

"Send traffic, Pirate."

"Relieve Petty Officer Callahan of her duties ASAP. I'd like her assistance up in the bridge."

Victoria's brow raised in surprise when she heard Meabh and her CO discussing it.

"As you wish, ma'am...? Copy that."

Victoria's radio buzzed on her shoulder strap with Ace repeating the command, causing Meabh to smile broadly at Victoria, showing off her gap tooth.

Victoria meanwhile simply blinked in surprise and shook her head, before smiling in amusement. "I think I like you too."

@crashtestbunny for you bestie

[haloreferences]

Halo Reach . CQC helmet . Requested by @mokuknight

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2]

Hiii I saw that you were willing to write for mgs so I decided to just pop into your requests HAHSAJHA

Anyways, could I request a fic about Solid Snake x Reader ( could be mgs1 or mgs2 ) where ,well, he's practising with the reader ( rather female ) some fist-fights or CQC and it ends up being a rather steamy situation? 🤭

Maybe it's the first time that after knowing each other for a while someone takes the initiative to cut the tension that has been lingering between them and releases it? I just want some Snake pinning reader down and just, flow with it😭

Feel free to add whatever you feel convenient for the fic and thanks in advance 🫶🫶

I like where this is going😏 (especially that 'get pinned' part MMMMMM 😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵). This will be with MGS2 Solid Snake. Thank you for the request, comrade🫡

Here's your requested smut (part 1). I hope you enjoy:

✧───🐍★:*.✦.*:★🐍───✧

𝐙𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 (18+ MDNI)

⚠️Warnings: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Solid Snake (MGS2) x Fem!Reader, outside fucking, rough fucking, oral (p in v), Reader getting pinned, name calling for Solid Snake (Snake, Dave)

You and Snake have known each other for a month and a half, but you've never really gotten the chance to actually "do anything".

There's been some tension between the two of you, where your first sneaking mission with him was a complete mess since you kept fucking up.

Ever since that mission, Solid Snake has been giving you glares and barely talking to you (even though you both share a room). But, up till recently, he's been slowly catching feelings for you.

Today was the day you finally got to be on a second mission with Solid Snake, but you needed training. Who better than Snake to train you with basic CQC (close quarters combat).

The Colonel assigned Snake to get you trained before the actual mission, which was coming up in the following week. Snake hand motions you to follow him to an area that you're going to do your training.

He guides you silently though trees and shrubs until you get to a clearing that's all grass, with a few patches of dirt. You both get on opposite sides, facing each other in a fighting position.

You were just a few inches from Snake, which was how close quarters combat works. He throws the first hit and you were a nearly a second slow from blocking it. This series of throwing punches and blocking them went out for half an hour.

Solid got a little bored from punches, so he decides to pull his best CQC move; quickly getting behind, wrapping his arm around your neck, flipping you onto your back and slamming you on the grass. You hissed from the pain, but something about this training felt off. You slowly got up only to be pinned back on the ground.

Y/N: "Dave, what the hell are you doing?!"

Snake: "Hrrgnnh... Keep quiet. I don't want anyone hearing us, let alone getting caught."

Y/N: "How would we even get—"

You were cut off by Snake, only to be met with his lips gently touching yours in a silent manner. He was still pinning you down, but you didn't care about how bad the pain was. Just the fact that Snake was actually kissing you made you want him even more.

This silent kissing thing went for a while, but eventually he let go from your lips and you could see him getting hard. Although being in a clearing in the middle of a forest of Zanziber Land wasn't the most convenient place to get fucked, it was probably for the best anyways. Snake's vibrant blue eyes darted around for about a minute, checking for any signs of movement within the trees.

There was a brief moment of silence before he started kissing you again. This time with a little more confidence and sloppiness, almost like something inside Snake told him to keep going.

As you kept kissing Snake, you felt a piece of cold metal go down from your neck to your waist, but not touch your skin. That was Snake's army knife gently pulling at the cloth of your shirt, which the back was mere green from the grass.

Snake: "I just thought that you wanted to get comfortable, that's all..."

Y/N: "Do you mind if I borrow your knife?"

Snake: "What are going to do with it?"

Y/N: "You'll see what I'll do, Pliskin~~"

Part 2 ➦

[jgnico]

hi!!

i feel like i'm repeating myself over and over again at this point, but i lack vocabulary to express all the emotions i got hit with while reading your reply, so -- THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR YOUR THOUGHTS! i swallowed your meta in one go, incredibly thoughtful and fascinating!! i think your take on this aspect of Geto's character is now easily my favorite one. once again, thank you!

what i referred to when mentioning Geto's ‘distinctly traditional clothes’ was actually his highschool uniform and how it visibly stands out, at least for me, among what his peers chose to wear (if i remember correctly, the uniform in Jujutsu Tech is custom-tailored?), sorry for not making it clear enough! but, taking your ideas into account, i guess his choice actually makes perfect sense since he has a certain image to uphold in front of his parents for them to buy into the facade of a religious private school. but perhaps it can always be chalked up to simply personal taste. anyways, what you bring up while answering this particular question of mine... oh my god. it's both immensely interesting and excruciatingly painful.

also, thank you for your recommendation!! i'll definitely read up on this topic!

bye!! 🧡🧡

Ah, my bad, I thought you meant the robes! 😅

For Geto's school uniform, I always figured it was his own personal preference. He seems to like loose clothing. (Or at least Gege likes putting him in loose clothing. Probably something to do with keeping his silhouette unique/making it stand out against/beside Gojo's, since Gojo has more straight lines when it comes to his.)

Geto's pants specifically are Tobi trousers, which were becomig popular in Japan (fashion-wise) in the mid-to-late 2000s. (So right around the time Geto was in highschool.) Originally, though, they were common among construction workers and tradesmen because they allowed for easier/larger movement throughout the day. I could actually see Geto prefering clothing like this, given that he's very martial-arts/cqc focused in his fighting style despite his technique being what it is and would need something easy to move/fight in.

You're correct; students can choose to either stick with the default uniform design or to customize it to fit their own preferences upon request. (Like Yuuji's red hood, although Gojo requested that customization for him.)

[mtreebeardiles]

1 for the kiss prompt thing, if you want 🙏 (for evvy & k?)

Hi there! Thanks so much for the prompt request! I believe this one was "Small kisses littered across the other's face" and it fit in with an idea I had for the Shore Leave fic (though this chapter is not rated E, btw)

Hope you enjoy these two dorks! :)

Also over on AO3!

Sparring with Evvy always reminded Kaidan of just how fast the other man could move. 

Soft grass underfoot and they'd done their stretching beforehand, setting the terms and conditions of the round: hand to hand, first to get a pin wins. 

Kaidan rolled his neck as he got into position opposite his partner, the Commander already in place. It was always odd seeing Everett this way, on this side of the equation -- face smoothed of any real indication as to what he may have been thinking, and Kaidan knew from past experience that the Commander didn't make unnecessary movements. Masking his intent, motions hard to track, and there was something wonderfully fluid about it. 

Even more so out of the armor, getting to see that play of muscle, to appreciate without obstruction the grace of his light-footed body. 

Kaidan wasn't particularly heavy himself, but he was bigger than Everett. Broader in the shoulders, more muscled, and next to Everett's lean form he almost came across stocky. Felt like it, too, if he was being honest, and it was moments like this one where Kaidan really remembered that they had not grown up under similar circumstances. Difficult histories, sure, but different -- so much of Everett's conditioning focused on surviving a variety of things. The foster system, the streets, the Reds, N-School. 

Everett may have been lighter, but his was a body that knew how to take a hit. More importantly, it was a body that knew how to punish in return. 

Kaidan squared off with him, a determined set to his jaw. Not gonna let you lay me out on the ground so easily this time, Nerd. 

A slight twitch of Everett's lips, a hint of the smile behind it, and Kaidan swore under his breath once he recognized it for the distraction it was -- too late, Everett closing the distance between them and putting the older man immediately on the defensive. 

Oh, so this is how you want to play today. 

Kaidan blocked, arms stinging from the contact of Evvy's blows, and he managed to put some distance back between them, buying some time to reassess. It wasn't often Everett launched onto the offensive first; a cautious fighter on the field, Everett was known for moving quietly through a space, ascertaining weaknesses and advantages, directing his people to exploitable points as best he could. A sharpshot at a distance, but this wasn't Everett the Commander on the battlefield -- this was Everett, off-duty, unarmed, and full of surprises -- including getting up close and personal. 

Just because I don't like fighting in CQC doesn't mean I can't, he'd told Wrex once when the Krogan had complained back during the Saren mission. 

He was an N-7, after all. 

Another dash to close the distance between them but Kaidan was prepared for it this time. He sidestepped, dodging Everett's strikes and grabbing the commander's wrist, using his own momentum to send him flying over Kaidan's hip. A soft huff was all this earned, Everett rolling to absorb the shock of landing, and he was on his feet and blocking before Kaidan had the chance to move in for the pin. 

"Someone's feeling feisty today," Kaidan remarked. The mask of Everett's concentration slipped, those lips twitching upwards ever so slightly, and there was a telltale glint in the other man's eye that Kaidan knew promised mischief. 

"Just thought I'd keep you on your toes, Alenko," the commander retorted as they set to circling one another again. Kaidan snorted. 

"You don't do that on a daily basis already?"

A smirk this time, and maybe Kaidan wouldn't know which of them would come out of this match victorious but having gotten Everett to smile at all, to be any sort of comfortable doing this, was a solid win in his book. 

"I know it's stupid," words murmured in the quiet of the cargo bay after everyone else had left, "holding on to it like this but… I don't know. I don't think I'll ever be okay doing PT with others, you know?" 

"But you do," Kaidan had pointed out, surprised. "You're even here early."

"I do, but I don't like it. I…fight a little different. Dirty, I guess, or at least that's what I've been told." A shrug, a furrow between his eyebrows that Kaidan had itched to soothe away. "Like I said, it's stupid. I just don't like reminding people that I'm… where I came from, I guess. Extra stupid, since everyone already knows, but…"

But there was a little kernel of pride hidden under all that shame, Kaidan had discovered. A relief in movements familiar, of taking something that had meant life or death and expanding it to so much more -- translating to protecting not only himself, but others, too. A sliver of truth, that maybe a no-name thief could make the sort of differences he'd like to sometimes, and Kaidan reveled in getting to see that sliver brought to the forefront. No judgment between them, no side-eyed looks and contempt, nothing beyond a mutual respect for what the other was capable of doing. An appreciation, really, and it had warmed Kaidan in ways he hadn't expected to learn that it went both ways. 

"Want to make things a little more interesting?"

Kaidan raised his eyebrows, keeping his attention on Evvy's chest, watching for the next move. It didn't come as they circled, and Everett was clearly waiting for a response. Kaidan's eyes flicked up to meet his. 

"How interesting?"

Everett grinned outright, just before his body was limned in blue. 

And Kaidan couldn't help it -- he laughed, catching Everett in his own biotics as the man closed with him again. The nature of their spar altered, the buzz of dark energy increasing in frequency as their fields intersected and Kaidan let himself enjoy it. Enjoy them, enjoy that this moment could happen at all, between a man who'd vowed to never use his abilities on living things and another so terrified of them that he'd hidden them away for over a decade. Fears set aside, calmed, and Kaidan grinned when he snagged Evvy by the ankle and Lifted him. Smiled wider as he dangled upside down before him, Everett laughing by now, and what could Kaidan do but kiss him? 

"I don't -- mmmm --  I don’t think this -- god -- I don't think this counts as a pin, Nerdlet." Everett inhaled deeply as Kaidan turned him right-side up but still hovering above the ground. Everett grinned at him. "Seeing as I'm floating and all."

"Mmm, that's a good point," Kaidan mused. His heart was racing with more than their antics, caught up in the open trust on the other man's face. There was no fear there, not anymore, Everett as comfortable in the grasp of Kaidan's biotics as he was in Kaidan's arms. "Maybe we should alter the terms a bit."

Everett cocked an eyebrow, that familiar playful glint in his eye. 

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Kaidan murmured, drawing him closer. He rested his hands on Evvy's hips, leaning in to just brush his lips to his. "What if I just kiss you a whole lot instead?"

Everett leaned in a touch, not quite kissing but sending a shiver down Kaidan's spine anyway. 

"Depends," he murmured. "You gonna include it in my progress report?"

"Nah," Kaidan replied, and he could feel Evvy's lips curve into a smile. "This sort of activity gets logged on a separate report."

Everett snorted. "Uh-huh? And what's that report measure?"

"Resilience."

And Everett fought against his biotic hold, laughing, even as Kaidan began littering his face with tiny kisses. Not really wanting to break away, clinging all the tighter to Kaidan once the stasis field dropped, and Kaidan had to readjust to account for the new weight in his arms as Evvy wrapped around him, giving back as good as he got. Too late did Kaidan realize the trap, the way Everett's leg moved, hooking behind his own knee until they tumbled to the grass below. A flash of blue and maybe Evvy still struggled a lot with Lift but his Nudge was enough to pillow their fall. Kaidan was panting, staring up at him as Everett straddled his hips. Dropped his eyes to Evvy's lips as he smirked down at him, tongue flicking to wet his own as Everett took his hands and pressed them to the grass on either side of his head. 

"And there's the pin," Everett whispered, so tantalizingly close. Kaidan shivered as he nuzzled against him, the rasp of his stubble a welcome sensation on his cheek. A nip to his earlobe earned a gasp and he gave their joined hands a squeeze as Evvy whispered in his ear, giving it a little nip, 

"I told you I fight dirty."

[theterribletenno]

if I may make a request for a warframe...

a CQC-based Warframe that is themed on gravity. But instead of being a thin caster, they're just a big brute that uses gravity to empower their abilities

FUN FACT there is something like this in the pipeline :3

[chronicallyqueercoining2]

SoLaRmAsC:

[PT: Solarmasc: end pt]

♡Solarmasc♡

One who is masculine in the way the sun is masculine. One who is solarmasc may relate to the sun and all things "solar," specifically the traits that are masculine. Their gender/expression may be glowing, radiant, and overall masculine in nature.

Requested by: Anon!

Lunarfem post here

[tanjaded]

A prompt for you!

During a lull in the war, Tanya realizes that her CQC skills are woefully lacking. As such, she requests Visha to help with her grappling since "all men are wolves!"

Visha, being the thirsty lesbian she is, is in deep trouble.

Oh I'm definitely gonna write this, probably sometime this week.

It'd be funny to have like, Tanya kicking Grantz's ass in a spar (he was chosen because he had both a healthy amount of fear for Tanya and a shorter stature than most of the battalion. Visha was doing paperwork or something). Then Visha shows up and says Absolutely Not. Naturally, Visha realizes her mistake within seconds, but it's too late to back out then.

Yeah, I can work with this

[alexhale7]

Customization Chronicles: Personalizing Your Airsoft Sniper Rifle

n the exciting earth of airsoft, wherever accuracy and technique reign great, several tasks are as desirable and respected as that of the sniper. Airsoft sniper firearms stand while the apex of long-range precision and stealth, enabling players to take over the battlefield from the distance. In that detailed guide, we shall search into the world of airsoft sniper rifles, discovering their traits, methods, and the unique problems that come with wielding these precision devices on the airsoft field.

I. The Anatomy of Airsoft Sniper Guns

Airsoft sniper rifles change considerably from their assault weapon competitors, Fucile sniper MB4410 with a focus on precision, selection, and precision. Listed here are the main element parts which make up these particular tools:

Barrel Length and Internal Barrel: Lengthier barrels donate to increased accuracy and range. The internal barrel, generally manufactured from steel or steel, plays an essential position in deciding the rifle's precision.

Secure Action System: Most airsoft sniper firearms include a bolt-action process, requesting the user to manually operate the bolt to fill a brand new BB (ball bearing) to the chamber. This design enhances accuracy but needs ability and patience from the user.

Hop-Up System: The hop-up process imparts rotate to the BB, enhancing stability and range. Adjustable hop-up methods let participants to fine-tune their firearms for optimal performance.

Scope and Optics: Equipping a high-quality scope is required for snipers. It magnifies the mark, supports accurate shot location, and guarantees the sniper remains concealed while surveying the field.

II. Methods for Airsoft Snipers

Positioning and Concealment: A successful sniper relies on superior placing and powerful concealment. Finding elevated roles with a wide subject of see allows snipers to control the battlefield and select down goals from a safe distance.

Patience and Stealth: Patience is really a virtue for airsoft snipers. Remaining still for expanded periods and moving stealthily contribute to maintaining the part of surprise and capturing competitors down guard.

Staff Conversation: Successful communication with teammates is crucial. Exchange information regarding enemy actions and jobs to ensure your team can capitalize on the advantages given by the sniper's long-range capabilities.

Adaptability: While snipers do well at long-range engagements, there may be cases wherever establishing to another position becomes necessary. Being functional and skillful with secondary tools ensures snipers may donate to the team in various scenarios.

III. Difficulties Faced by Airsoft Snipers

Restricted Charge of Fire: Bolt-action firearms have a slower rate of fire in comparison to intelligent weapons. Snipers must make every opportunity rely and select engagements wisely.

Close-Quarter Fight (CQC) Challenges: Engaging in close-quarters circumstances can be difficult for snipers. Having a secondary gun, like a sidearm or even a small rifle, is needed for these scenarios.

Ammunition Administration: Carrying enough ammunition without limiting mobility is a consistent challenge. Snipers must balance the necessity for extra BBs with the prerequisite of outstanding agile on the field.

Conclusion

Airsoft sniper firearms signify the top of accuracy in the airsoft world. Understanding the artwork of long-range engagements needs a variety of talent, persistence, and a heavy knowledge of the weapon. Future snipers must grasp the difficulties, hone their marksmanship, and contribute to their team's success with every well-placed shot. In the world of airsoft, wherever tactics and strategy reign great, the position of the sniper stays both complicated and rewarding.

[anim-ttrpgs]

Preview for Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy's biggest update ever

CHANGE LOG 

Major changes since the last version will be found in the following sections, some of which are new sections entirely, and others are just old sections that have had significant changes:

CHAPTER 1

Have started working on replacing the examples of play with updated ones that actually fit the current and slightly more stable version of the rules. These will be found in various chapters. You can see them in the table of contents.

Added a new core skill, the Wealth skill, used to determine if the investigator can afford purchases

New Mandatory Fear: Poverty

Added “scene” to quickterms.

Added “Ticking Clock” optional rule. 

Added a bit about diegetic discussion of clues to “Role of Investigators”

Added another optional rule for handling total composure loss.

Fixed and clarified some traits 

New traits

 Better clarified that investigators should be encouraged to make as many investigation rolls as possible and only consider avoiding them when there is a clear and logical risk associated with them.

Better clarified that multiple investigators may make investigation rolls on the same clue

CHAPTER 2

Added a codified system for determining investigator starting items. 

After many requests, moved the trait list to chapter 2.

CHAPTER 3

 Added “Irregular forms of damage” section, handling poison and drowning and potentially other irregular forms of damage in the future.

Better clarified the injured status and fixed a misleading mistake

CHAPTER 4

Added many new firearm accessories, including Laser Sight and Flashlight

Clarified where an “SMG” would fit into the firearms categories. 

CHAPTER 5

Slightly updated the Escape rules to make it harder to escape from stronger opponents and easier to escape from weaker opponents. 

Melee attacks from characters on the ground will have a lesser penalty if done with CQC instead of Athletics. 

CHAPTER 8

Hunting is now codified. Ambush predator hunting tables are fully functional despite some blanks. Will probably leave parts of the tables blank for kickstarter backers to fill in. Social predator tables are not yet functional. 

Will be adding a new playable monster

Fairies get a bonus to Wealth but it can be capped by composure. 

Added a whole new playable monster, the thing from beyond.

Minor tweaks to vampire

Major updates to witches and fairies, can turn people into toads now and witches can ride brooms

CHAPTER 9

Started work on the index for real but it’s still a long way from being usable

Clarified use of the dark contract is not actually recommended

[archival-arrival]

no reason to queue anything now that i finished all the genders for cqc's event, ima get a few songic genders off my list then open requests back up!

feel free to leave some requests for me to do when i open them up again and i'll get to them asap ^^

[cloudoc2022]

Ofsted and CQC launch a consultation for a new inspection provision framework for children and young people with SEND

Ofsted and the Care Quality Commission present a new draft framework for inspecting provision for children and young people with SEND.

On Monday, June 13th 2022, Ofsted and the care quality commission (CQC) launched a consultation on their proposals for a new joint framework for inspecting provision for children and young people with special educational needs and disabilities in a local area. In early 2023, these new inspections will be introduced.

The new frameworks will focus on the experiences and outcomes of children and young people with Special educational needs and disability (SEND).

The proposals broaden the focus of inspections to look at whether local area partnerships are able to meet the needs of children and young people with SEND and evaluate their impact on their lives and outcomes.

The new framework will build on and strengthen accountability for local areas by:

Initiating an ongoing cycle of inspections and three distinct inspection outcomes.

Conducting an engagement meeting in all areas.

Strengthening Ofsted’s response to concerns through monitoring inspections and/or early re-inspections.

Promoting continuous improvement by requesting visible action plans following comprehensive inspections.

In order to further support these aims, inspection teams will include inspectors from education, health and care so that there will be a deeper understanding of how effective joint working is in a specific area.

Additionally, the inspections will focus on children in alternative provision who have special educational needs and disabilities (SEND) by evaluating how local authorities commission, use and oversee it. There will be a significant push to gather evidence from children, young people with SEND and their families directly, as well as area leaders, practitioners, and settings. This will help inspectors understand what it is like to be a child or young person with SEND in any local area in England.

The consultation, which runs from today to 11th September, is part of a range of engagement activities Ofsted and the Care Quality Commission (CQC) will be doing with the sector, children and young people, parents and carers.

The Care Quality Commission(CQC) is an independent organisation that regulates health and adult social care in England. Our CQC policies and procedures in care homes help to deliver the best possible care by ensuring every member of staff has a common understanding of their role within the organisation. Stay compliant and worry-free with our reliable, comprehensive policies and management forms. Learn more about the benefits of using our Children's Home Safeguarding Policy. Visit our website now.