#s. tasks

[pairdelune]

as someone who has insisted that v1 is a sentient being that isn't driven by pure bloodlust, i feel very vindicated

but like, at what cost

[whereispearlescentmoon]

Nothing is funnier to me than watching people who (seemingly) don’t watch Task Master be put in Task Master situations and be utterly baffled by them. The reactions to Gem’s deeply biased and inconsistent judging (a Greg Davies specialty). Jimmy being utterly baffled that he was asked to do a tedious task that no one else was. None of them anticipating that a seemingly simple task (build a weird face) might have a second part (recreate it). False’s slow building rage at the absurdity of the situation she’s found herself in. Pearl’s earnest commitment to everything. The only thing that could have made it better is if someone found a weird loophole in a task.

[extrashortshorts]

He doesn't know-

[darlingsaturn]

We Need You Back

TW : none.

What if you left the military because of health issue and decided to sign yourself back to college. Maybe you used to go to college but stop because of financial problem.

Working in the SAS for so many years means big paycheck and you’re barely having time to indulge yourself in luxury because of missions. It has made your bank account fat with money that you barely touch over the years. You don’t have to do any work or part time, just focus on studying.

One day, while you’re in class, suddenly all the window got shatter and door got forced open by bunch of men in military gear. Your professor look around in panic and anxiousness. On instinct, you reach for your knife that you hide in your boots but stop your movement when your eyes catches the familiar faces.

A bearded man with bucket hat approach you carefully, face stern but eyes soften as he took your form. “Sergeant Y/L/N,” Captain Price, your idol and the one who has help you many times, greeted you.

“Captain. I would say it’s good to see you but the circumstances seems to not be looking good...” you eyed the busted door on the corner of your eyes and also saw your former lieutenant, Ghost, standing there with your favorite mohawk guy, Soap and your bestie bug boy, Roach.

“Yeah... Sorry about the commotion, but we need you back.” Price said while Garrick hand you a bulletproof vest with a ‘sorry’ smile. At least he’s guilty, somewhat.

You heard whispers and looks from your new friends and the other students but all you can see/feel is the silent hopeful gazes of your old comrades.

You sighed out loud before grabbing the vest and putting it on, effortlessly. “Who’s the target?”

Ghost smirk under his mask, not worried at all since he knew you’ll be back. (Lies. He was worried you’ll decline and has loss sleep over it.)

Price smile knowingly and hand you a handgun while Soap goes to the professor to give them Laswell’s number for repairment.

Note : i do want to write this, but feel free to add your blurb too!

[javierduffy]

different.

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“…You torture me”

“Correct”

“You cut off my finger while I screamed myself hoarse!”

“Yeah and?”

“You’re crying becuase…a woman at the shop gave you a ‘really mean look’”

“No no you don’t get it! It was really mean, like super nasty. And judgmental. It made me feel really sad inside and ashamed. Like someone was laughing at me and judging me for something I couldn’t control.”

“You did that to me when I couldn’t walk for a month.”

“NOT EVERYTHING’S ABOUT YOU WHUMPEE GEEZ !”

[misscherry-26]

Valentine's day with CEO! John Price x reader

Author's Note: Valentine's over here but I just wanted to share this short story and also my first John Price fic!! Let me know your thoughts about it! Not edited. It may not make sense because I just let myself flow with the idea.

P.S. I'm so sleepy right now, so mistakes to be corrected later.

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The smell of something burned invades John's nostrils, which is weird because there's no smoke or fire in the house — of course. Still, he rushes to the kitchen as soon as he closes the door.

It's a mess. Egg shells on the sink, flour sprawled on the floor, piles of bowls on the counter... His eyes stop on you. From head to toe you are a mess. Hair all over your face, your apron stained with milk, flour, oil...

His smile widens. "What happened here?"

You jump, hand in your heart as you look away from the oven. "Oh my God John!" You exhale at the sight of your partner.

He laughs. "This is a bloody mess, sweetheart."

He approaches and gives you a quick peck on your lips.

You chuckle, "I know...” Closing your eyes, you lay down on his chest, sad smile painting your face. " I wanted to surprise you with some cookies, but they burnt and so I switched and made s chocolate loaf instead but hallway through the recipe, the chocolate mix fell and so I had to do it again but realized I didn't have more chocolate, so I had to—" you start rambling.

"Sweetheart, breath." Your sweet, sexy husband places his hand on your shoulders, stopping you.

You inhale and exhale a few times, him being your guide. On the last exhale, you calmly finish your explanation.

"So I decided to make a lemon and blueberry loaf... Which is in the oven right now... Just wanted to surprise you for Valentine's."

John can't help but smile tenderly.

He couldn't spent the morning with you today, last minute meeting to close the deal with a new client took him away from you. Good thing he gave you his gift the night before...

Still, you reassured him that it didn't matter— you don't need this day in specific to show how much you love each other. You know his work can be demanding, but good thing he is the boss, oh that has its perks.

While he was out, you decided to surprise him with a very domestic and simple tea time, but the the baking had other plans today and what was supposed to be done three hours ago, ended up done now, close to dinner.

"Surprise me? Baby, there's no need. You are my gift and you know that" he reassured you.

"Still." You complain.

The timer interrupts the moment, you check the oven and take out the loaf, now done—after checking with a knife to see if it was— placing it on the counter.

"Surprise?" You try to sound cheerful but fail miserably. John hugs you and kisses you deeply.

"it's perfect sweetheart. Can't wait to try it."

"it's not ready to eat, let it cool down for a few minutes," You carefully take it and put it inside the fridge before continuing. "Besides, it's almost eight, should be making dinner instead."

"None of that."

You pause, " What?"

He smirks, "You go up, take a shower and put on your pajamas, I will clean this...mess" He looks around, almost laughing. "And make ourselves tea. We can put those cheesy movies you love so much and cuddle, there's no rush for dinner. Okay?"

You nod and peck his lips two times. "I love you, I'm so lucky to have you with me. Happy Valentine's."

He smiles. "Happy Valentine's, I love you more."

[harveywritings92]

[The 1-4-1 are making their way back to their base camp during a blizzard, Ghost is carrying R/n on his back. ]

Gaz, to no one in particular: *tired* how much further till we get back to the base?

Ghost: I don't know. I'm not sure how much longer I can carry R/n for.

[Gaz and Price stop walking look at each other than at Ghost confused.]

Price: R/n has been walking with Roach this entire time.

[Ghost turns around and sees that, yes, R/n is indeed behind him walking with Roach.]

Ghost: Then who the hell is this?!

[Gaz reaches up and pulls the hood off the person’s head to reveal Soap.]

Soap: What? I'll pay you.

[Ghost grimaces drops Soap and keeps walking.]

[empresschristina074]

Empress Christina

[sunlit-mess]

sick(?)

[darlingsaturn]

Tw: noncon peeping

Reader bathing in the river and the boys seeing her as they were trying to look for safe place to camp out in the forest. Instead of continuing with their duty, they use their stealth skill to perv on the beautiful maiden as she bath without a worry or wary.

[mothcpu]

TAKE CONTROL AND KEEP IT

[mariamakeslemons]

Kinktober 2024: Day 2 Piercing/Double Penetration/Voyeurism

Warning: Reader is AFAB (attempted Gender Neutral), Reader is called Bunny and Soap's called Pup, terrible attempts at accents, uncovered sex (wrap 'em up!) MDNI

John sits in a chair with Kyle between his legs, the two of them watching as Simon and Johnny help you undress for what you’ve taken to calling The Show. Sometimes, John doesn’t want to actively being in the thick of sex, but he wants the thrill of control. So, you and the boys will put on The Show, letting John direct just how it’s going to go.

“Slow down, Sweetheart,” he tells you, “Let Soap be a good boy and take it off you.” You shudder and comply, letting Johnny slowly pull off your clothes. John huffs and orders, “Ghost, don’t jus’ stand there like a lump. Give our bunny a kiss for being so good.”

“Yessir,” Simon rumbles, leaning down to pepper your face with kisses before pressing your lips together, rapidly deepening the kiss as Johnny finishes pulling off your clothes and he starts to kiss and nip your skin.

“Calm down, pup,” John orders. Johnny immediately whines, but complies, pressing kisses on the bites he’s already made on your skin in apology. You break the kiss you have with Simon to coax Johnny into a kiss, keeping his mouth busy as to not be bitten again. Simon takes that as permission to press kisses down your body, kneeling at your feet.

“That’s it, Simon,” John coos, “Be a good boy and prep our bunny with your tongue.” He complies, pulling one of your legs to rest on his shoulder before diving in. You moan into Johnny’s mouth, glancing over at the chair John’s sitting in. Kyle seems to have decided to distract him by mouthing at John’s pants so sweetly, John rubbing at Kyle’s head as his blue eyes watch you and the boys.

“Pay attention to the boys, Bunny,” John gently scolds, pulling his cock out for Kyle to eagerly swallow. You comply, releasing Johnny’s mouth to moan as Simon devours your pussy.

“Sir, Sir, C’n Ah? Please?” Johnny pleads as your hands find Simon’s hair.

“Y’ wanna eat our Bunny’s arse so bad?” John asks, sounding completely unaffected by Kyle’s mouth on his cock or the show before him, “Then go ahead Pup. Make it sloppy for yourself.”

“Yessir,” Johnny obeys eagerly, dropping to his knees and immediately shoving his tongue into your ass. You throw your head back with a groan, one of your hands blindly searching for Johnny’s hair. You faintly hear John mumble praises to Kyle when you are finally able to thread your fingers through Johnny’s mohawk, pressing him firmly against your ass. Simon slurps at your clit while his fingers press in, stretching you for what’s to come. You moan and pull the behemoth of a man closer with your leg that’s over his shoulder, balancing so precariously on one leg that threatens to collapse under you from the pleasure.

“Put Bunny on the bed,” John suddenly orders, “Pup on the bottom, Simon on top. You boys get the hole you prepped.” Johnny manages to fling you onto the bed, badly as your torso flops hard on the edge of the bed, leaving you to crawl up yourself while he struggles with his jeans. Simon huffs, undoing his own pants easily to reveal the ladder on the underside of his cock. You bite your lower lip in arousal as Johnny reveals his magic cross and the two frenum piercings on the underside as he finally drops his pants. Then, Johnny falls face first on the bed, his knees hitting the floor loudly. All movement in the room stops at the abrupt fall, Kyle even pulling away from John’s cock to see what the hell just happened.

“…Y’ okay there, Johnny?” Simon asks casually, causing you to let out a cackle at Johnny’s misstep.

“Away an’ bile yer heid,” Johnny huffs, finally clamoring onto the bed with a pout. You snicker while peppering kisses all over the sweet boy’s face, Kyle snickering as well before it turns into a muffled moan by John pushing his head back against the thick length John calls a cock.

“Alright, enough out of you lot,” John scolds with a chuckle and a smile. His eyes turn back to the bed as he orders, “Get on top of Pup, Bunny. Your back t’ his front.” You comply wordlessly, gasping and moaning as Johnny takes that as permission to push his fat cock into your ass. Simon gently shushes you, running his hands up and down your sides to soothe you before pushing in your pussy. The whine that leaves your mouth is one of arousal, feeling so full with the men you love you could bust.

“What a good Bunny we’ve got,” John praises, scratching lightly at Kyle’s hair and scalp while the boys on the bed start to move, “Already so cock drunk and they haven’t even started fucking you proper.”

“A very good Bun,” Simon agrees, fucking into you a little harder, a little rougher. You keen, clenching around both his and Johnny’s cock as they start to fuck you properly. You arch and push back as each thrust tries to dislodge you from the other cock, your mouth busy with Simon’s as Johnny goes back to nipping and gnawing on your skin.

“Soap,” John tries to scold, but it comes out as a moan instead. Glancing away briefly, you see that Kyle is really focused on sucking on John’s cock, deepthroating it before pulling back to suckle on the head. Luckily, Johnny took the warning, despite how weak it is, once again kissing the marks he made.

“Sorry, bonnie Bunny,” Johnny mumbles into your skin, laving affection on your skin.

“Shouldn’t’ve done it in th’ firs’ place,” Simon growls, thrusting into your pussy rapidly as his thumb finds your clit. You whine, trying to chase Simon’s mouth. He shushes you, nipping your bottom lip before pressing a proper kiss to your mouth again, his tongue diving in to play with your own. Johnny licks a stripe up your neck, startling you from the kiss, before turning your head and taking his own.

“Boys, if you can’t play nice, Kyle and I’ll take our Bunny and show you how to,” John threatens with a growl. Immediately, the aggression dissolves into softness as two sets of hands gently run up and down your sides apologetically, Johnny breaking your kiss to pepper kisses on Simon’s faces. Simon takes the kisses easily, catching Johnny’s face for a proper kiss while still keeping tempo as they continue to fuck you. The image of them kissing, combined with the wonderful rubbing their piercings are doing inside you, is enough for you to cum with a loud moan.

“What a good Bunny,” John coos, before tensing and groaning as he cums down Kyle’s throat. Kyle hums happily, swallowing the cum easily before pulling back as Simon and Johnny thrust a few times more before cumming themselves. The three of you collapse on the bed, a little whine escaping your mouth as Simon practically crushes you into Johnny.

“Look at that,” John murmurs, suddenly closer, “Look at how good they were.”

“V-Very good, S-Sir,” Kyle stutters, his breath shaky. You blink bleary eyes, and turn your head, seeing that John is now standing at the side of the bed, Kyle’s back against his chest as his large hand wraps around Kyle’s pretty cock. You shimmy and shift, shaking as Simon and Johnny’s soft cocks plop out of you, and crawl away. Just in time, it seems as Kyle lets out his own moan and cums all over the two men’s faces. John clicks his tongue in disapproval, but seems to relent when you drag yourself back and softly lick up the mess on their faces.

“Fuck, Bunny,” Kyle breathes, making a grabbing motion to you. You follow easily, sharing his own cum with him as you make out.

“Fook,” Johnny whines, “They cannae keep lookin’ so good, LT.”

“Do I look like I can control ‘ow pretty they are?” Simon immediately asks, causing you and Kyle to pull apart with laughter.

“Alright, you lot,” John commands with a clap, “T’ the showers.”

[deep-space-lines]

ADHD is like

it is 9:00am.

I need to finish this stupid Task that I don't want to do, so to motivate myself to do it and some other things I need to do, I buy myself some Little Treats to eat over the course of the week. If I finish this Task I get to eat a Little Treat, and I should have enough time leftover to start another Task.

But the problem is that I know I can just eat the Little Treat now. Nothing is stopping me. In fact I can have as many Little Treats as I want. So I lock the Little Treat in a box.

But then I could just.. unlock the box and eat the Little Treat within. It is entirely within my power. In fact it would be less effort than doing the Task.

So I bury the box in my backyard, get a ladder to put the shovel on the roof, and build a second box to house the key that is programmed with an artificial intelligence that will only release the key to me after I have proven to it that I have completed the Task, all in order to make it sufficiently inconvenient for me to simply eat the treat.

it is 8:00pm.

I have spent more effort arranging the Little Treat Reward Mechanism than just doing the Task would have ever required. I give up and break open the key box and retrieve the Little Treat and just tell myself I will at least eat it a small piece at a time to keep up motivation while doing The Task.

5 minutes later it is 1:00 am.

I lost track of what I was doing and ate all the Little Treats without realizing. At some point I did the dishes, built a functional rendition of the Prague Astronomical Clock in Minecraft, decided I will learn to play the bongos, rearranged my bookshelves by genre and author, began a painting I will never finish, wrote to my state representative, fixed the motor in my sewing machine, signed myself up for an online course in R programming, and got back in touch with my estranged aunt. The Task is 10% finished. I won't get anything done tomorrow if I don't get any sleep, so I give up and go to bed.

It is 9:00 am.

I need to finish two stupid Tasks and I am out of Little Treats.

[harveywritings92]

[The 141 are playing paintball Friday the 13th, Ghost is the killer, Gaz is explaining the rules of horror movies to the others]

Gaz: Okay, rule one: Don't go off on your own. Rule two: if you do go off on your own, never go into the woods. Rule three: If you do go into the woods, never ever make out in the woods, or you will die in the woods! *notices two missing people* ...Where's Soap and R/n?

Roach: Breaking rules one through three.

[they hear two yelps and few seconds later R/n covered in yellow paint comes out of the woods supporting a limping Soap who is holding his paint covered crotch.]

R/n: Well we're out, some of us in more ways then one...

Soap, in high pitched and pained voice: I'm gonna kill tha' Skull-faced bastard!

Ghost, somewhere in the woods: YOU CAN TRY JOHNNY BUT I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!

[Paintballs come fly out the woods as everyone scatters in terror.]

[barksbog]

it´s honestly so hard for me to even finish 15-30h games let alone 100h+ games because i get maybe 2-3h a night to game and the pacing of most games makes that feel extremely frustrating.

at this point i´m begging for more 1-6h games