#this is just based on holidays i celebrate myself

[adoreyor]

i cant get the idea of the forger family celebrating holidays (that i celebrate) together out my head so you people get the ideas my rotted brain produces.

like valentines day, loid and anya making valentines day cards for yor, anya making hers with wayyy too much glitter and using sparkly pens to write about how much she loves her mama, loid writing in his card about how thankful he is that yor is in his life helping him raise anya. yor giving loid a card that thanks him for being in her life and helping her feel the sense of normal she wanted to feel. the three of them working together and making cookies that are heart shaped and yor and loid making anya a peanut butter flavoured cookie. them making sweets to give to anyas class and her making individual, specially decorated ones for becky, damian, ewen and emile. loid and yor going on a date to ‘keep up appearances’ of a real couple, but both of them really enjoying their time together that when they get back home they just spend the night laughing and talking, a little tipsy, on the couch whilst anya sleeps.

easter with the forgers and loid and yor hide little chocolate eggs around the house for anya to find, telling her the easter bunny came and hid them, her making it into some spy mission with bond and loid and yor playing along. loid trying to teach her about why people celebrate easter but anya is just interested in it because she gets to eat chocolate eggs. yor helping her paint eggs. anya dressing up like a little bunny would be adorable too.

mothers day and anya and loid getting up extra early to make yor breakfast in bed and giving her sweet cards and gifts that thank her for being part of their family. anya and yor having a girls day out and anya spending the entire day telling everyone she talks to about how amazing her mama is and yor just blushing and crying because of how much she loves anya. then later when anya goes to bed, yor thanks loid for allowing her to be part of their family and letting her be anyas mother. loid telling her that he’s not “letting her be” anyas mother because she is anyas mother, no question about it.

fathers day and yor and anya TRY to make loid breakfast in bed the same as they did for yor, buttt it doesn’t go to plan and loid wakes up and sees them making a mess of the kitchen and just watches them with a soft smile on his face, realising that he hadn’t ever felt just so content, seeing his girls try to do something as simple as make a fathers day breakfast for him. he eventually takes pity on them and goes over to help them make breakfast. yor feeling embarrassed that she needed help to make a simple breakfast for him but loid telling her that he was grateful they even tried in the first place. then anya gives him a card she made in school and on the front its him as a spy and he immediately freezes up before she ‘explains’ that its him as bondman because they’re both her favourite heros. loid and anya having a father daughter day out, loid telling himself its to keep up appearances but slowly just forgetting that as the day goes on and just completely adoring the time he gets to spend with his baby. them coming back home late and as hes tucking anya into bed she thanks him for being the best papa ever and he cant help but smile at that, kissing her head before leaving the room, still with a smile on his face.

getting to halloween and anya is obsessed! she dresses up as a spy and makes loid and yor dress as bondman and princess honey. them carving pumpkins, loid making a very traditional looking pumpkin, yor being skilled with the knife shes using the carve the pumpkin but she ends up cutting too much and it falls apart. anya seeing yors mess and deciding to ask her papa for help make hers instead of her mama. them going trick or treating and everyone thinking that they’re an absolutely adorable family, anya using her cute eyes to get more candy from people in her bag. the three of them watching a silly halloween cartoon when they get home, anya eating all the candy she got, then being absolutely exhausted and passing out into a food coma.

christmas! loid and yor ask anya if shes ready for santa to come and she just blurts out that she knows santa isnt real. she can literally read minds. loid remembering shes been raised in orphanages and other families, he thinks shes been disillusioned because of that. yor thinking anya probably picked it up from someone at school and tries to convince her that santa is real, but anya doesnt budge. so, worried that she never got to experience christmas like a normal child, he and yor make it their mission to give her an amazing one. they decorate the house, put up a tree and let anya put the star on the top, they take christmas family photos in matching outfits, including bond of course. despite knowing santa isn’t real, anya gets excited about staying up to catch the man. yor giggling at her silly antics and loid just shaking his head before ushering her off to bed. then the two of them spending the next hour bringing out her presents and placing them under the tree, then just sitting together and discussing what christmas was like in their homes growing up and how they celebrated. anya waking both of them up in the morning by jumping on them in bed, the three of them opening up presents they got eachother. loid and yor giving eachother gifts and anya giggling saying their flirting. snow falling outside and anya grabbing her mama and papa and the three of them playing in the snow with bond too, building snowmen and throwing snowballs, then them coming home and getting cozy with hot chocolate and cuddling on the sofa until anya eventually falls asleep.

anya desperately trying to stay awake until the new year but she ends up falling asleep so yor and loid stay up for the new year themselves. both of them having a small drink and just talking between themselves until the countdown. then when the bells ring, loid kissing yors cheek and wishing her a happy new year. yor grabbing him just as he’s turning to go to his room and kissing him quickly on the lips, returning the greeting before she DASHES of to her room and loid is just left dumbfounded in the living room, staring at the place yor was just standing, then putting his face in his hands, but you can see the blush on his ears.

anway. brain rot done. goodday

[coolpuppy12]

🚨New Save File🚨

Introducing what I'm dubbing the Doo Doo Save File! It's very much still a work in progress, but I decided to post about it now to hold myself accountable. Official release date of Ver. 1 is August! More info under the cut...

About the Doo Doo Save

Originally a save for myself, I've decided to publish it publicly after putting so much effort into this thing (going on year 2...) The idea is for this to be a good starter save for whenever you want to start anew. But also, a save that you can just dive right into and explore (like that of Sims 2). Here are some features of the save:

20 worlds (of packs I own) will be completely redone

All lots are being rebuilt and done (by me!) in a way that fits into their respective worlds.

Each world will have a healthy mix of community and residential lots so your sims won't get bored.

I will be using TOOL mod to add to the world environment, but nothing too crazy. Don't want to crash any games.

The Townies!

Lore, lore, and LORE. All existing and new townies will actually have stories for you to dive into and explore.

Hot/ cold outfits and cosmetic updates for all the townies you love and hate!

DIVERSITY - A lot of different sims to see and interact with.

Additional clubs and custom holidays

Again, one of the goals is to make this a very interactive save. So, many clubs to join and fun holidays to celebrate.

Since this was originally a personal save file, this will include all of the packs I own. So, this will not be a Base Game friendly save. You can check out some of my progress on here (about 70% done!)

Also, for the few that read this, feel free to leave any suggestions on lot types or things you'd like to see in this save. Or you can just say "Hi!"

Thanks!!

[surielstea]

Give ‘em a show

Based on this request.

Pairing: High Lord!Eris x High Lady!Reader

Summary: The autumn court celebrates the equinox with a great rite of their own, what happens when the High Lord finds out Reader left the Forest House in search for him?

Warnings: Smut | minors dni | p in v | reader and Eris are both aroused by a higher power (?) | breeding kink | riding | public sex (on throne) | dirty talk | praise | cream pie | multi-orgasm

A/N: Sorry this took me forever, but I’m really happy with how it turned out so I hope you guys enjoy! 🧡🧡

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It was the most festive day of the year in autumn, the equinox. When both night and day are perfectly divided and everything feels at peace. We called it Mabon. The peak of nature's abundance.

The holiday usually entailed freshly harvested crops and feasts to satisfy an entire continent. People gathered to the crop fields and pray, whether it be for good fortune or the wealth of the earth it didn't matter. They honored the soil beneath their feet as much as any other living thing. Similar to Calanmai in the spring there are bonfires in every direction, dancing surrounding the pits.

This was also the day high Fae reinforced the wards around their homes, seeing it as a new beginning.

Some prefer to stay at home and pray to the gods of fire, knelt by the flames that warmed them, having a simple meal of bread and grain. I, however, did not. During the day I'd plant fresh herbs and seeds, placing them in the richest of soils then saying a soft prayer until they began to grow. My harvesting powers have always been my favorite, being able to merely look at a seed and turn it into a blooming flower in the blink of an eye would forever be my favorite party trick.

During the night of Mabon however, I indulged myself in the finest of whiskeys and got drunk as all hel, claiming it was a tradition and a night of commemoration.

"All done?" Eris asked as I came back into the Forest House, my knees covered in dirt from kneeling in the gardens.

"All done." I gave him a small smile and he mirrored it while taking my wide-brimmed sun hat from my head.

"As cute as you look, you need to go change." He hands me the hat and I blink up at him confused. "Or have you forgotten your duties as High Lady?" He arched a manicured brow and I rolled my eyes.

My traditions would be different this year. It was Eris' first year as High Lord, meaning he'd have to put on a show to make sure everyone knew just how powerful he was. Whatever that meant. This also means my job was no longer getting drunk off my face but rather waiting alone in our bedroom where we'd consummate in order to release the power of the High Lord and grace the land with it, allowing harvests and crops to grow until the next Mabon.

"High Lady or not, I'd like to spend my night in a pub with my friends, not some stuffy room with your advisors." I scowl and a smirk tugs at his lips as I drape my hands around his neck.

"A lady of her people." He hums and my grin widens.

"Does that mean you'll let me have my holiday?" I bat my lashes at him.

"I can't," He sighs.

"Eris," I whine. "You're high lord now, fuck me in front of the rest of them for all I care just let me enjoy myself." I plead and he gives me a sorrowful gaze.

"It'll only be a few hours, you'll survive." He placed his hands on my waist and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"But what if you find some other girl on your way to me? I don't like the idea of you roaming this court half naked for just anyone to see, Eris," I dramatically fall into his chest, he tightens his hold on me as if I'm actually going to fall.

"Trust me, all I'll want is you," He guides me back upright so I can stand on my own. "Now go get dressed." His hold on me loosens and I give him the nastiest scowl I can muster.

"Fine, but only because I love you." I excuse as I place the floppy hat atop his head, I think the pink bow brought out his eyes.

"Love you too," He smiles sloppily as I leave his hold, the sun hat remaining on his head as I move away from him, his hand coming down to pat me on the ass, as if encouraging a faster rate, making me toss a glare back at him.

In between now and the beginning of Mabon's night festivities I passed the late afternoon stuck in a meeting room, which was as boring as I thought it was going to be. I spent the entire time drawing the high lord in front of me, making sure to match the glint in his golden eyes to his crown, pure regality as he sat in front of Advisors that used to be in his father's corner.

It's been past an hour, the sun reaching the horizon had told me so, I could already smell the scent of smoke from the bonfires and I knew my time was being wasted. "My lady, are you listening?" I snap to attention, clutching my sketchbook from beneath the table and looking at the male who had snapped his fingers at me, earning a low grumble from Eris as a warning.

"Yes," I answer on instinct.

"Really?" Eris leans forward, muscular forearms resting against the wooden table.

"Mhm." I nod with slightly tinged cheeks, I could never lie to Eris, something about the mating bond, or rather just him, in general, had me somehow giving myself away.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you Fawn?" He narrows his gaze on me and it takes everything in my power to not give in, tell him that every word since greetings has gone in one ear and out the other. All this information was useless anyway, old rules that Beron followed. Not Eris. I don't understand why my mate entertained these old males.

"You know what?" A bright grin spreads over my features as I stand, my chair pushing back against the floor as everyone looks up at me.

"All of you may take an early holiday, enjoy the night, and spend time with your families." I dismiss and they blink up at me.

"Really?" One of them babbles.

"Yeah, really?" The high lord glared at me and my grin widened.

"Really." I nod.

"With all due respect, you're not one to be giving orders around here." The eldest of them scoffed and my smile faltered, I had never expected to hear that in my own court.

"She's your high lady and you will do as she says. Now go before I change my mind." He shoos the male away. Eris may not have liked me cutting the meeting short but he wasn't going to tolerate any discourtesy against me, it may have been wrong to use it to my advantage but all I wanted to do at the moment was curl up by the fire with a freshly poured glass of wine. Second best to getting hammered at the pubs like I would've been doing this time last year.

"You heard him, go." I make hands that send them away and they all scramble off, shuffling out the door with a haste I haven't seen in a while. I smile softly as the last male disappears.

"You are a cruel female." Eris leans back into his seat at the head of the table. I grab my sketchbook and walk down the long stretch of the meeting hall until I'm right beside him.

"Cruel? Or smart?" I tilt my head as I hoist myself up onto the table in front of him.

"Show me what you were drawing that entire time." He places a ringed finger on the top of my pencil and I flip to the page of his half-shaded figure, flipping around to show the male his unfinished portrait. A satisfied grin spreads over his lips as he sees that he is the subject, but he shouldn't be surprised because he is always the subject.

"Is this whole book me?" He flicks through the pages and I pull back before he can see all the drawings of him I sketched from memory on a particularly desperate night when he was gone on a mission.

"Don't be so full of yourself, I wasn't going to draw any of those old males." I roll my eyes and he chuckles. "Plus I was listening, I could draw you with my eyes closed," I confess and he raises a brow, his lopsided smirk making me feel warm inside. "Now can you please just get this celebration over with then come back to me?" I place the sketchbook beside me and look back at him.

"And what will you do while I'm gone?" He places his hands on my hips, a soft look in his eyes.

"Lots of drinking." I shrug, taking hold of his crown and making it crooked atop his head.

"You're quite the drunk." He grumbles and I chuckle.

"I'm a tavern keeper's daughter, what more do you expect?" I grin innocently and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Alright, come with me," He slips his hand into mine and guides me out of the meeting room.

I intertwine our fingers, occasionally bumping into him, the comparison of his steady figure, walking with only solid steps and articulated movements contrasted to my bounding, my arm brushing his with every step. It was a silent kind of intimacy, our dynamic.

"This my cell for the night?" I ask as we stop in front of our bedroom, a grand suite that seems more like an apartment.

"Don't act like I'm locking you up," He sighs, crossing his arms.

"You're right, I could easily sneak out," I taunt and he narrows his eyes on me.

"I'm not going to put guards outside these doors, however, if I learn that you've left I will find you," He says, his tone shifting from playful to menacing all in one sentence. "And depending on where you are, I might just fuck you in front of all of them," His words sink to my core, it wasn't much of a warning if it was my idea to begin with.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I smirk up at him, mirroring his.

"I'll be back for you, soon," He promises, free hand coming to my jaw, the other still preoccupied with mine. His thumb rubbed over my jaw, pressing with a pressure that told me he didn't want to see this room empty when he returned.

"I'll be waiting," I sigh, leaning into his hand. He frowns.

"I'm sorry Fawn, but I doubt I'll be able to control myself with you so near," He shifts back to his usual self, the compassionate one.

"I understand, it's okay," I mumble, even if this was the last place I wanted to be during the holidays. He leans down and presses a yearning kiss onto my lips, the kind full of promise of what was to come later tonight.

He pulls away with a reluctance I immediately recognized. Whatever power that was going to consume him tonight was already forming, I could feel it through the bond like someone on his side of the tether was sparking embers.

"Don't leave this room." He warned one last time and all I could do was nod and then watch him leave.

I had never wanted to leave a room more in my entire life.

Eris forgot to put his shields up on his side of the bond and it was driving me fucking mad. I could feel the power of him, flowing through the very floorboards beneath my feet. His arousal was immense, or perhaps it was mine— I wasn't sure. Maybe being High Lady had its own effects, maybe it made the mated female just as willing to consummate with the High Lord. The intense heat running up and down my spine reminded me of when Eris and I had accepted the mating bond, The Frenzy that took over both of us full throttle, I had managed that because he had been so near at the time, it had only lasted a few moments before he was touching where I needed him most but this, with him so far, gods this was unbearable.

I looked out the window like an animal eagerly waiting for their owner to return, but I couldn't see anything beyond the maple trees, only the smoke of the bonfires and all that promised with it.

I leaned my forehead against the cold window, it relieved me for only a split second before the heat of my body returned.

It started less than an hour ago, bloomed right at my core, and has only grown since. It would reach my head soon and I don't know what I'd do at that point. I had already put the fire in the hearth out but it felt as if I was the furnace and embers were still popping against my bare skin that mistook me for kindling.

I had practically stripped to my socks, but even my undergarments had been too much to bear. I wore a silk slip with a lace trim that was lighter than a feather and softer than anything I had ever felt before but on my burning skin, it felt like a winter coat.

If the window was cold then outside must've been colder, autumn air sweeping over the continent and beckoning at my very window, who was I to keep it out?

I pushed the window open with a grunt in agony, the sweet feeling of the light breeze kissing against my skin practically made me crumble in relief.

I latch the window all the way open and lean my head out the sill, the sound of music and cheering in the distance suddenly became so prominent but it was hard to hear anything over the blood rushing to my ears, dizziness consuming me as I grip the ledge of the window, something buried deep inside of me yearned for him in the direction of the music, and now that my head was out the window my body seemed to think I was teasing it, what it wanted so much closer now that the line to the outside world was crossed, the feeling so intense I thought I might start coughing up blood.

I grunt, attempting to talk myself through the pain, telling myself repeatedly that I've endured worse, that I was stronger this, that Eris would be back any moment now and— and oh gods, Eris. It was a mistake to let him cross my mind because all of a sudden he consumed every thought I could conjure, my mind in his hands and he was gripping it, not willing to let go.

I decided I didn't give a fuck if Eris was mad if I left the house, the pain I was enduring was horrific and the only way to relieve it was to disobey exactly what he ordered me to do. Don't leave this room. I slipped out the window with gasps of pain, landing on the soft grass. I was just grateful to be located on the first floor, close enough to the ground to jump from without shattering the bones in my legs.

Hounds rush up towards me before I can even take my first step.

They looked as if they were about to bark, to alert their owner that I had left the house but they saw my desperation, hel, they probably smelt it.

Rivin, the eldest of the shadow hounds rushed up to me first, staring up at me with a cock of his head, clearly concerned for my well-being. "Can you take me to Eris?" I murmur, praying the dog can understand me, I bring my hand to his snout and he chuffs, licks the palm of my hand then takes off running towards the sounds of the music.

I tried to stay as close as I could to the dog, he had taken the route through trees and behind stands, which I was grateful for since it kept me out of sight, however, it made it a lot easier to lose him amongst the trees. But he always came trotting back after a minute without him in my sights.

Eventually, the dog stopped in his tracks, his front paws prancing at the floor and communicating that he had finished his job. I creased my brows and looked around my surroundings but before I could talk to the dog again he ran off with the rest of his pack, back towards the house.

I had only just realized that whatever heat that was suffocating me in the Forest House had dissipated, still lingering below the surface but no longer unbearable.

I huffed, unsure what to do in the middle of the forest with a feeding wretchedness in the pit of my stomach.

I decided on heading towards where the largest plume of smoke was coming from, I had seen the set up of Mabon hundreds of times and knew this was the way to the throne, knew Eris must be sat upon it.

I hadn't explored Mabon much during previous years, I was always a barmaid for my father's pub, it had gotten crazy business during the week of Mabon so he needed any help he could get, funnily enough, that's how I met Eris.

I shake my head at the memory, thinking about Eris was almost painful, it felt like something was being carved out of me every moment I was without him.

I seethed a string of curses as I continued my trudge through the trees, staying in the shadows and avoiding the eyes of any drunk wanderers. I doubted they'd recognize me as their high lady anyway, Eris was the only one who ever saw me outside of my gowns and robes, this lacy slip was practically lingerie compared to the heavy dresses I often wore.

Lucky for me it had blended in with the other girls perfectly, in fact, I had seemed more covered up than most. Once I had made it out into the open area I spotted Eris immediately. On the throne, as expected, his legs spread wide and I wanted nothing more than to put myself between them.

He was shirtless, forest green paint smeared onto his body in tribal patterns of lines and dots, but he was glistening in sweat, drops running down the side of his face, through the grove of his abdomen. I didn’t want to think about who had the honor of putting that paint into those very groves, I only wanted to think about being the one to wash it off.

Heat pooled in my stomach as his eyes found mine from across the way, my body went rigid as he trekked his gaze down it, then so slowly back up, taking in every bare inch as well as every clothed part of me, like he was wondering just how perfect I looked underneath.

My knees shook as he lifted his hand and with two fingers waved me over. Waves of heat wash over me at every step I take closer, the power that radiated off of him left me defenseless, and the pain I had experienced earlier subsided entirely in favor of morphing into arousal.

Once I reach the dais I curtsy with a playful smile. "I thought I asked you to stay inside?" He purred, his voice rougher than usual, making my legs tremble.

"I missed you," I shrug, attempting to keep my composure but he opened his side of the bond entirely as soon as I was done speaking and my knees buckled. So, much, power.

It surged at my fingertips, blazed down my spine, and coiled in my abdomen. I couldn't imagine how Eris felt if I was only receiving an influence of it.

"C'mere," He lifts his hips, readjusting them in his ornate throne and I almost choke on my own tongue. He was going to push me over that dangerous edge and he didn't even need to say anything to do it.

I take the steps up the dais and I realize the silence in the crowd save for the music, people were watching, and couldn't keep their eyes off of the two of us. The offering between High Lord and Lady, the melding bond between us so clear on a night like this that any outsider could see that golden tether just as well as he or I could.

"On my lap, Fawn," He glances down to his thigh and I swallow thickly. "Oh, don't tell me you've become shy all of the sudden?" He smirks at the idea. I had told him I was willing to let him fuck me in front of all these people— still was, and yet sitting on his lap was the line to the path that I wasn't sure I could come back from.

My coaxing arousal won the battle and I took my final steps toward him, closing that distance, his hand came to the back of my thigh and I nearly melted at his touch, my body quivering in reaction because gods, if I had felt like a kindling fire earlier then he was a fucking inferno.

His fingers singed with flames but I felt none of the added heat as I took my place on his lap, straddling over his thigh and wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck, pulling him so close I wish I could've melted right into him, slotted myself into each of his grooves and stayed there, impossible to clean, impossible to get rid of.

My lips came to his neck without any forethought, I didn’t have control over my own mind, it was entirely consumed by him, his intoxicating scent of cinnamon, clove, and now an undertone of something different, something just as mouth-watering as the way his hands felt on my bare skin.

I fought the thoughts that told me to rip my dress off and decided to put my hands to better use and rub them down his chest, pressing my palm into his abdomen as I continued kissing his neck. I sucked and licked and nipped without caution, I didn't care if others were watching, he had never been more powerful than he was in this moment, both over others physically and over me mentally.

The domination running through his veins was attractive, so damned powerful and yet he knew how to control it, to conceal it beneath his skin rather than flaunt it, and he shared a fraction of it with me, a simple kernel of it was enough to send me spiraling.

"What are you doing? Dance," Eris spits at his subjects and they immediately do as he says, the music picking up in a crescendo of rushed notes to meet his demand.

I smiled against his shoulder at how much authority he held, my hips involuntarily winding over his thigh and I let out a soft, pleasurable sound. He grunts in return.

"If you keep making those sounds we're not going to make it back to our bedroom," He warns lowly beside my ear and I rut my hips again at the perfect sound.

"I don't know what's wrong— fuck," I'm cut off by my soft moan, his muscled thigh providing just the right amount of friction against my clit. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I need you to fuck me now," I plead and I sense a sudden change in his demeanor.

"Now?" He hums and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Damned bastard. "In front of all these people?" He intones and I nod helplessly.

"However you want me, wherever, just— gods do it now," I beg, continuing to wind my hips over his thigh.

His foxlike smirk doesn't falter as his hands grip my hips, halting my needy movements only to guide me down onto his thigh himself, my core aching as he does so. I cry out at the feeling, it shouldn't have felt this good, it's never been this intense, even when our mating bond clicked I hadn't been so consumed by his fire that was so dangerously out of control and feeding into my own.

"I need you inside of me," I murmur, coming to the conclusion that this torment will not subside until he finds release inside of me, the mother herself was impelling us to consummate, to breed, and I was more than willing to oblige for her.

"Eris," I grip at his shoulder, paint smearing onto my hands, soiling my nightgown. But I didn't care, any piece of him spreading onto me felt like it was a gift from the gods, and I needed more. "Please, fill me," I beg into the warmth of his neck.

"You want me to come inside you? Want these people to watch while I give you an heir?" He taunts, his words ghosting against the shell of my ear. I reply with a pitiful whimper, unsure what to retort with because he was right. I didn't care who was watching, as long as they knew I was his and he was mine.

"Yes," I pant, my hand coming to the back of his neck. "That's exactly what I want," I plead, the rutting of my hips not slowing for a moment. "Show them I'm yours,"

My words seemed to push him over that fine line and he had obeyed. His rough hands grip my waist, pulling me over his hips so I was no longer straddling his thigh but rather angled just above his cock that was strained in his pants, the confinement so tight it almost seemed painful.

“Yeah?” He hummed and I nodded helplessly. “You want everyone to hear just how pretty your moans are when you’re sitting on my cock?” He asked and I whimpered, feeling powerless under his stare. Whatever heat that had been affecting me tonight had doubled over with his arousing words.

“I can’t be gentle with you right now,” He gritted through clenched teeth, the tip of his nose drawing a line up the side of my throat. “Can’t, control myself right now,” He murmured in warning and I smiled at the idea of having an effect on him as much as he did on me.

“I don’t want control,” I sigh against the side of his neck. “I need you now controlled or not, so please, Eris fuck me,” I begged and with one last kiss to my neck he obliged.

With an expert hand, he tore my underwear right from my hips, pulling the lace off like it was nothing. My heat was now left bare but it didn’t stop me from grinding down onto his bulge. I was staining his pants with my slick, dripping down onto him and he groaned as my wetness seeped through the material.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” He admired and I nodded with purely innocent eyes, the kind that silently pleaded for him to fill me until he was satiated.

All I felt was hunger, and I could tell by the way flames alighted in his gaze that he felt it too.

Quickly, he removed his leathers and his cock springs up, smacking against my soaked folds, my pussy leaking over his length. The heat between us must’ve been record-breaking, I felt like a candle burning all too fast, making a mess of wax that he was too slow to clean.

The moment I felt his tip prod at my entrance my nails dug into his shoulder. I still didn’t know what it was that was wrong with me, I had never experienced an ache quite like this, the kind that only he could patch over.

“Please,” I cry, my cunt weeping as I crave for him to sink his length into me. “Show them how good you fuck me,” I mewl and perhaps it was the taboo factor of it all, how thrilling it was to have an audience while I rode him, but that had been his breaking point before he gripped the tops of my thighs and pushed me down onto his length.

My breath catches in my throat as I stretch around him, around every inch of him. He was so very large, and on any other night he’d need to fuck me with his fingers first, make sure I was ready for his member without the pain, but tonight we are both so needy that any foreplay was thrown out the window the moment I left our bedroom.

The pain was disguised as pleasure as he helped guide me lower onto him, it hadn’t been unbearable since I was slick with a natural lubricant, my arousal dripping down my thighs and onto his, as I took him deeper and deeper.

I swore he met places he’s never touched before, and fuck was it more than anything I had ever wanted.

This feeling was the god ecstasy prayed to, and I was blessed by it.

“That’s it, just like that, fuck yourself on my cock Fawn,” He encourages and I gasp out my moan, finally reaching his base, pressing against it with mine.

“Your court is watching, give ‘em a show for me,” He purrs, and so I do exactly that.

I begin to lift on his length, my knees buckling at the action but I ignore the pain and favor it for the pleasure as I drop down onto him, wielding gravity as my weapon. He lets out a low grunt and I do it again, continuing the action over and over again, bouncing on his cock just like he asked.

“Fuck, so good for me,” He praised, his eyes blazing with an untamable fire. “Such a good girl,” He sighs, his head craning back, leaning into his golden throne as his hands slip beneath my nightgown.

He didn’t take the dress off, because there were simply just some things he refused to let anyone else see, and though I was getting off on having an audience he wasn’t going to let everyone else get off on it too. He grips my hips tightly from beneath the slip, his callouses scraping against my soft skin, burning it with an unyielding pain, the kind that brings pleasure with it.

His cock seemed just as hot as I continued to fuck myself on it, the vein on the underside pulsing so feverishly I could feel it. The head of him pressed right into that sweet spot and it was a miracle I hadn’t come yet, gods he was going to send me over that edge any second now.

My lips connect with his, and he responds to the familiar feeling on instinct, his tongue slipping beneath my lips and tasting every fraction of me he can get his mouth on.

I moan onto his tongue every time he presses that deep spot inside of me, my noises only adding to the sound of skin slapping and the lewd sound of my pussy taking every inch of him. Our own music drowned out the symphony playing for the others.

“Eris, I can’t,” I pant against his lips. “I’m gonna come,” I warn and he smirks.

“So soon?” He taunts and I nod pitifully, continuing to rut my hips over his.

“Please, it hurts,” I whine, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. And it did hurt, it hurt to not be granted that release I craved so desperately.

“Go ahead, make a mess all over my lap,” He allows and I would’ve wept at the words if my orgasm hadn’t consumed me first.

It felt like pure fire, setting me aflame and impossible to control. It was the kind of climax that lingered for hours on end, the kind that left my legs jolting and my eyes struggling to open. I let out a loud moan, so loud that if the dancing fae hadn’t known what had been happening, they did now. “You did so well baby,” He hums as I slowly come down from my high but I don’t have the strength to lift off his cock, and I definitely didn’t have the willpower to continue my movements. My thighs were burning and I hadn’t noticed until my climax settled.

“You done?” He coos and I nod, but the tone of his voice tells me it is him who is nowhere near finished with me, his member still hard inside of me evidence of that.

He didn’t warn me before he winnowed us back to the Forest House, the same position except he was no longer sitting on the throne but rather our bed.

I whine, falling limp against his shoulder. “I can’t take anymore, Eris,” I sigh and he shakes his head.

“Oh, no baby you said you wanted an heir and I’m going to give one to you.” He flipped us over so I was splayed out on my back, sinking into the mattress with my legs hooked around him.

“Eris I’m not on a tonic— fuck,” I try but he felt so much deeper in this position.

“Does it feel like I care?” He sighs into my hair and I shake my head no. “That’s right, now be a good girl and stay true to your word,” He demanded and I swallowed thickly, nodding while he lifted one of my legs up to hook on his shoulder, spreading my legs wide as I clamped down onto him.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill this pretty pussy, squeezing me so tight,” He grunted and I lost all cohesive thoughts, strings of moans escaped me as he rolled his hips down onto mine, his full balls slapping against my folds as his pace quickened.

“More,” I plead.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you don’t you?” He says and I was quick to show my agreement by squeezing around him tighter. “You just can’t wait to have my babes, isn’t that right?” He grunted into the shell of my ear and I nodded with a hum of restless accord. “Your tits are gonna be so fucking swollen,” He sighs and I clench around him at his dirty words. “You like that?” He kisses up my neck.

“Mhm, want your seed in me, Eris,” I whine and he twitches, a sign he’s nearing his climax.

I was hungry for his warm release, ached for it to fill my every crevice, let it seep into my womb.

I met his thrusts with my own sudden desire, sending my hips down onto him while he drove his cock right into that spongy bundle of nerves.

“I’m close,” He grunts.

“Me too,” I whimper, my legs locking up as my orgasm races to meet me.

My hands go into his hair and I pull at his short locks as my second climax finds me and I’m squeezing around him tighter than ever before. My walls flutter around him, and my pussy twitched as he continues his fast pace. He groans at the intense convulsions around him and suddenly his release is spurring out into me, kissing my cervix as he does so, his seed shooting out on a straight path to my womb.

“Fuck,” He sighed while guiding my leg down from his shoulder, and with a few more languid, slow strokes of his cock he finishes, slipping from my heat and falling down onto the bed beside me, both of us out of breath and settling over the action we had just committed to.

I clench my thighs shut, keeping his warm seed nestled inside of me. “Good?” I ask and he flips onto his side, arm slinging over my sweat-slicked body, pulling me into him.

“So good.” He presses kisses to the top of my head and I flip around to face him, my eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“I think I like this High Lord stuff,” I say, my hand coming to his cheek and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“I think so too,” He whispered against my mouth, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up,” He sat up, pulling me with him and I groaned. “You can sleep after, I promise, Fawn,” He said with a gentle tone that rivaled his earlier rough grunts.

“Eris please, just lay with me for a few more minutes,” I huff stubbornly and he shakes his head, hauling me from the bed and taking me to the connected bathroom.

“I’ll lay by you all night after I clean you up. Sound like a deal?” He says, settling me down onto the cold counter that sent shivers up my spine and I lazily nodded, looking up at him. He grins and leans closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you,” He whispers and I match his smile.

“Love you too, Eris.” I look up at him with only honesty in my gaze. “Now hurry up, I’m tired,” I grumbled and he chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” He shakes his head in disbelief, wetting a cloth with warm water before beginning to clean me up, treating me with utter tenderness after he gave me the two best orgasms of my life. This male was going to be the death of me, and I was going to love every moment of it until that day.

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christmas wrapping (quinn hughes)

day 25 of star’s ficmas

quinn hughes x reader

note: merry christmas! after posting fics for 25 days straight, i’m extremely proud of myself. i had a lot going on during these 25 days and i was convinced that i was going to give up but it made me have a goal for every day.

with that being said, welcome to the final fic. if you don’t understand the title, please refer to my FAVORITE christmas song by the waitresses christmas wrapping, in which this entire fic is based off of. i’ve been working on this for a while.

thank you for sticking around for 25 days!

It didn’t feel like Christmas. You were in a humbug spirit all month long, despite it being your absolute favorite holiday. Typically, by the month of December, you had presents bought and wrapped before the first week of the month ended.

You didn’t have somewhere to be on the holiday. Last year at Christmas, you were in a ski shop. Your friends had planned a whole ski trip which is where you met Quinn Hughes. Quinn had struck up the conversation and you both discovered you were living in Vancouver. At the end of the conversation, Quinn was giving you his phone number.

You fully intended on calling Quinn. But there was never the time. Between your work and own things, and his busy schedule, it was never lining up. When the season in the spring was picking up for Quinn, it was the time that you just so happened to reach out to him. You asked if lunch was something possible.

Quinn was all for lunch. He wanted to see you. The alluring individual he met in a ski shop when avoiding his brothers’ antics out in the snow. You suggested the first date, he was in Carolina that day. The date he suggested, you were on a work trip in Montreal. After the back and forth and exchange of at least ten different days in the spring, nothing was working out. Both of you laughed it off, promising to keep in touch for when schedules got light and times would match up better.

The next time you would hear from Quinn would be the summertime. You were returning from a weekend trip with some friends to the beach, but on your trip, you had forgotten an important item. Sunscreen. You had horrible sun blisters and it hurt to even lay in bed. Quinn normally didn’t spend the summer in Vancouver but he was there briefly for a little, visiting some friends, when he invited you to a boat day on the lake. You wanted to attend so bad, you were still wanting to meet with Quinn again, see if the spark was still there from December of last year. Sadly, you had to decline, sending him a picture of you with aloe slathered on your face, telling him it was sunburn in the third degree keeping you from joining him.

Quinn understood, no one would ever want to sit under the scorching sun after getting severe sunburn. There were no hard feelings but he was wishing he could see you.

You finally took the time to call all your friends who had invited you over for Christmas. Declining all the invites, making phone calls to all the parties you were asked to RSVP to. It had been a crazy year and you had decided it would be your first Christmas alone. It was a hard decision but it was needed.

You thought back to Halloween. Quinn had invited you to the Canucks Halloween party at Brock Boeser’s house. He was supposed to pick you up. You were sitting in your apartment for a while, costume on, handing out candy to the few kids who knocked on your door. Quinn was exasperated when he called. Of course this would be the night his car battery died. His friends were already all at the party and there was no one to help him. He promised he wasn’t bailing on purpose and you told him it was okay and believed his word. Guess another time would have to do.

You had grocery shopped for your small Christmas dinner days in advance. The moment you decided to eat and celebrate alone, you picked up everything. A small turkey was in the oven, resting, while you put together other items. You cursed to yourself, of course you’d forget cranberry sauce. And it was Christmas Eve, meaning all the last minute shoppers would be at the store. It was windy and rainy in Vancouver, a gloomy Christmas. Slipping on your rain boots and coat, you made it down to the nearest store.

Quinn wasn’t used to spending the holidays alone. But one mistake in his family and their booking of flights and he was alone. Honestly, he preferred it. He needed the time to recharge. After being named captain of his hockey team and his team doing pretty well, he deserved time to himself. He didn’t have a big dinner planned, declining all invites from his teammates.

He had waited until the last minute to buy most things and fought through the last minute crowds to get everything in the morning to make dinner for himself tomorrow on Christmas Day. But while emptying his grocery bags, he realized he forgot cranberry sauce. He trudged through to the store down the street from his apartment.

You couldn’t exactly put your finger on where you knew him from when you first saw him. You were standing in line, cranberry sauce in hand when Quinn joined the line right next to yours. You smiled at him and he immediately knew it was you. He joined in you line.

“Spending this Christmas alone?” you questioned. “Yeah it’s been crazy,” he responded.

“Yeah me too, but why are you at the store..” your voice trailed off, “you forgot cranberry too!”

Quinn and you both laughed and then at the same time, it clicked. Christmas magic from the movies. “My dinner is almost done, if you want to come over,” you suggested. “I’d love that,” he paid for both cans of cranberry sauce. “Tomorrow, you can eat dinner at my place if you want,” he said.

You nodded and the two of you made the way out of the grocery store together and down to your apartment. “I feel bad, we don’t have gifts to unwrap,” you said. “I guess cranberries work. Or maybe a toothbrush depending if I stay the night.”

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I Just Need You By My Side, Cause I'm Warmer in the Winter With You

Another very self-indulgent Christmas fic.

Teen. Warnings: Mentions of torture. 5,600 words.

Ghost/Soap

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“Shouldn’t you be packing up?” Ghost asks him from where he leans against his doorway. Soap shrugs and sets down the pencil in his hand. He’s been sketching for about an hour now, trying to wind down at the end of a hectic day. Everyone on base is giddy at the thought of going home for the holidays, and the energy is almost overwhelming..

“Sorry, but you’ll have to get used to my ugly mug around here. I know you’re one of the only ones here most Christmases, but I don’t have anywhere else to be this year,” he explains, hoping years of interrogation techniques pay off and Ghost doesn’t call him on the lie. Though it’s partially true, since there’s nowhere he’d rather be then in the barracks with him.

“Don’t you usually have a big family celebration? Remember you rambling about nieces and nephews and being forced into midnight mass by your mother,” Ghost asks, eyes narrowing behind the black balaclava he’s chosen to wear today.

“Glad to know you actually listen to me when I shoot my mouth off,” he laughs out.

“Never miss a word, Johnny,” Ghost tells him evenly.

“So any other year, yeah I'd be home, but things are out of sorts this year with my sisters traveling to their husband’s families, and me Ma and Pa planned a little trip of their own,” he says. Sure, the little trip was right down the road to his brother’s house where everyone would be gathered like every other year, but no need for Ghost to know that.

Last year it was excruciating to leave Ghost on the tarmac, saying goodbyes as everyone else went home to their families. He doesn’t know much, but it’s clear Ghost no longer has anyone waiting for him back at home. They’d all joked about him haunting the base, probably maskless with the skeleton crew left behind and any other puns they could come up with. Still, there was a bleakness in Ghost’s eyes that he never wanted to see again.

Thankfully he’s never been able to hide his feelings from his parents, especially his mother, and she didn’t even bat an eye when he told her his plans. She’d said something cheesy about the magic of the season bringing them closer together, which he’d quickly scoffed off. He wasn’t doing this with any ulterior motives in place. It was a simple fact that his best friend shouldn’t be alone over the long holiday break they were lucky enough to get two years in a row.

If he happens to be completely ass over tits in love with him, he’s smart enough to keep it to himself.

“Guess it could be nice to have some company, even yours,” Ghost teases with a snort. Soap rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking still.

“Do you cook anything for it or rely on the mess hall for Christmas dinner?” he asks, already planning how to make things nicer for him. They may be stuck on a mostly empty base, but there’s no reason why he can’t make it as comfortable as possible.

“Sometimes I make a pot of soup for the week, but nothing special for the day itself. Tend to keep to myself,” he says softly. And that just won’t do.

“Happy to help sample anything you cook, but since I burn water, I’ll order us something nice from town. It shouldn’t be too late for a small catering order. You like lasagna?” he asks, already thinking of the perfect little Italian place near here.

“Wouldn’t say no to it, but there’s no need to get fancy over me,” Ghost mumbles. It only makes Soap more determined to bring a little Christmas magic into his life this year.

“I’ll take care of dinner and you just bring the good company,” he says to settle it. He’ll place an order first thing in the morning, already planning to buy way more food than they need. Ghost deserves to be spoiled, and leftovers are a rare commodity around here.

“Not sure I’ll contribute much in that regard, but yeah, I can show up,” he agrees.

“No one else I’d rather spend the day with. Honestly,” Soap admits, but Ghost just huffs at him.

“Piss off, Johnny,” he says with a laugh. Before he can figure out a response, the man is already gone. It may just be the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he’s damned sure going to make sure Ghost knows how much Soap likes being around him, especially now. Likes, not loves, because he has a feeling that’s something he’ll take to his grave. Being around him will just have to do for now.

—

The poster fell off the wall for the three thousandth time, and Soap barely managed to keep himself in check. Price would have his head if he blew up the base, but it’s getting more and more likely. It’s a stupid thing, really, just a fake Christmas tree by a fireplace, but he bought it to cheer up their rec room. He grumbles under his breath, reciting every swear he knows and probably inventing some new ones along the way.

“Problems, Sergeant?” Ghost asks from his spot on the couch. There’s a hint of laughter on the edges of his voice, and Soap spins around to glare at him.

“There is in fact,” he spits out before taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. No use in pissing off the man he’s trying to decorate for. “These walls are apparently covered in fifty some years of filth, and I can’t get the damn tape to stick. Seriously, it’s like teflon and I’m actually afraid to think about what could be coating this wall right now.”

“This that important to you?” Ghost asks, head tilted like he’s studying him.

“Aye,” Soap sighs out. “Just wanted to brighten up the room a bit. We can’t have a real tree, and I’ve been banned from open flames on base, but I thought this stupid fucking poster might work. Wanna sneak off base and burn it with me? Might raise my spirits.”

“How about I fix it instead,” Ghost says, standing up to stomp over to the wall.

“You’re more than welcome to try, but not even sure duct tape will hold the damn thing at this point,” he says, scowling at the wall. Seriously, he was going to beg Price to get the room deep cleaned as soon as he was back on base. Can’t be safe.

Ghost shrugs before bumping him out of the way with his hip. He holds the poster with one hand and reaches into the back of his jeans with the other. The knife he pulls out is on the small side, but it does the job when he stabs it through the poster and into the wall. Nodding proudly, he slides another knife out of his sleeve and buries it in the other top corner. The final blade is tucked in his boot, and he takes a few steps back before flinging it at the wall.

It lands perfectly in the bottom center of the poster, and Soap chubs up in his sweats at the display of skill.

“Guess that works, too,” he murmurs, actively avoiding Ghost’s gaze. No need to show off how fucking gone on him he is, and he knows there’s hearts in his eyes right now. He’s bound to be suspicious just based on how desperate Soap is to make things perfect, to give him a better Christmas than year past, and he should try better to keep his feelings hidden. Not looking to get his heart broken over the holidays.

“Anything for you, Johnny,” Ghost tells him as he strides back to the couch and picks up his book again. Soap can feel his cheeks heating up and blurts out some half-assed excuse before making a tactful retreat.

—

He debates waiting until morning, but Soap is too curious about the package in his hands to wait that long. His box of gifts from his family arrived today, but he didn’t bother unpacking it until after dinner. Everything was neatly labeled - or scribbled by his nieces and nephews - with his name except for one.

To Ghost, From Ma MacTavish. Open Immediately.

Not one to disobey his mother, Soap raps on Ghost’s door and hopes this isn’t something too embarrassing. Lord knows his entire family is annoying enough already over his little crush, and he doesn’t need his mother stepping in to help him. There’s a rustling from behind the door before it’s swung open by a brooding Ghost. Anyone else might not see how moody he is, but Soap can tell just by studying his eyes.

“What do ya need?” he asks, voice cracking from disuse.

“Got a special delivery for you and instructions for you to open it right away,” Soap informs him, holding up the package like the peace offering that it is. Ghost eyes it suspiciously but steps aside and lets him into the room. While he’d love a chance to look around, Soap keeps his focus on Ghost out of respect for his privacy. He knows just letting him into the room was a big step for the other man.

“Your mum sent this?” Ghost asks as he takes the parcel from him. Soap nods and smiles warmly as Ghost’s eyes widen. “Better not keep her waiting then,” Ghost mutters before sitting on the edge of his bed. The package looks huge, even in his large hands, and Soap really wonders what it could be.

He tears the paper at the seams, carefully working a finger down the edge of it. It’s gentle in a way that hints of Christmases past and perhaps being yelled at to keep the wrapping for next year. Soap’s grandma used to do that and iron out each crease to save money.

When Ghost finally removes the paper, soap breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the present isn’t anything to worry about. Trust his mother to try and take care of someone she’s never met. Ghost holds up the blanket, blinking slowly at it. Soap supposes he isn’t used to getting many gifts, especially not something handmade. The blanket itself is a mix of blank and white granny squares, no doubt crocheted with love by his mother. Everyone in their house has at least one of these piled at the foot of their bed, and his heart warms at the thought of Ghost having one on his.

“She made it?” he asks in a whisper, and Soap wants to cry about it. There’s no reason a gift should put him in such a state of awe, and he vows right then and there to spoil him as much as he’s allowed to under the guise of friendship.

“You’re looking at a Ma MacTavish special right there. Everyone in the family has one, and it looks like she thinks highly of you,” he confirms.

“Never even met me.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve entertained her with a tale of two of the man who saved my life so many times. Besides, how else do you think she’d know the perfect color scheme for an emo bastard like yourself,” He says in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkle up, and he knows there’s a smile beneath the mask.

“You’ll have to thank her for me. No, wait! I’ll get a thank you note together for the next time you send mail home. That alright?” he asks almost timidly, which isn’t an emotion Soap’s sure he’s ever shown before.

“She’ll love that. Sorry to barge in on you so late at night, but I’m glad I did. Should probably be heading to bed, though,” Johnny says with a pout. Dreams of being asked to stay, to tuck himself against Ghost under that very blanket flash through his mind and he has to get out of here quickly before he shows his hand.

“Me too. Night, Johnny,” Ghost says, and he understands it for the dismissal that it is. The last thing he sees as he ducks out the door is Ghost spreading the blanket across the top of his bed and smoothing it out. He’ll have to send his mother a thank you note as well.

—

There is absolutely no reason for them to be in Soap’s room instead of the rec room, but he wasn’t about to say no when Ghost suggested it. Currently they are sitting on his bed - which is way too small for two grown ass men - with their backs against the wall and his laptop propped on top of their thighs. Ghost is a constant warm presence at his side, and he’s pretty sure he would be completely lost if he hadn’t seen this movie so many times.

They each have a glass of their preferred poison in hand, and Ghost has his mask tucked up over his nose while he purses his lips at the screen in front of them. He is so fucking stunning with the light from the laptop highlighting the planes of his face, and Soap would be weak in the knees were he standing. Not that Soap is abusing his trust just to watch him more than the movie. Absolutely not. Still, the sight of Simon’s sharp jawline is a rare one and he can’t seem to stop staring. He longs to scrap his teeth over the scar that curves around it and has to hold himself back from scooting even closer to him.

“I don’t get it,” Ghost says, breaking him out of his dangerous thoughts.

“How so?” he asks, eyes already turned back to the screen to see what part of the movie they’ve reached. Nearly done at this point, but the silly plot has been a fun distraction. They don’t often get downtime, time totally free of responsibilities, and he hopes he can go without this once everything is back to normal.

“This just seems so improbable. His family forgot to bring him to the airport and they don’t have a single family friend they can call in the meantime? The police are actively searching for these two assholes and yet a child is the only one who manages to take them down? Gotta admit some of these traps are pretty awesome, though,” Ghost rambles out.

“One, I can’t believe you’ve made it this far in life without watching this. Two, this film is a masterpiece because it makes you suspend reality. Three, I’m pretty sure this is why I ended up in demolitions anyway. Do you know how many things I blew up after seeing this? I thought my Pa was going to murder me just as an example for my brothers and sisters. One time I rigged a frying pan to hit my brother in the face and it broke his fucking nose,” Soap says, unable to hold in his laughter. “Pretty sure he was about to pack me off and make me Nan deal with me, but my Ma couldn’t let her baby go.”

“You’re a real piece of work, Johnny,” Ghost tells him softly. He brings his glass up to his mouth, and Soap watches him swallow slowly, desperately trying to remind himself how they’re friends and nothing more. “Glad it brought you to me, though.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, heart pounding in his chest.

But then they fall into an easy silence, and he’s forced to turn back to the movie. They both finish their drinks as the plot winds down, and he’s about to offer another when Ghost grabs his wrist to stop him from standing up. He looks down, worried that he’s overstepped somehow, and the tightness in Ghost’s clenched jaw startles him.

“We’ve had a good week, yeah?” Ghost asks quietly.

“Loved every second of it,” Soap blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Might not love this so much,” Ghost says with a sigh. “I’ve…I’ve never been this close with anyone, barely even shared this with Price, but I’d like to give you some sort of explanation for why I keep to myself at Christmas. If you’ll listen, that is.”

“Ghost, I will always be here, no matter what you want to tell me. Thank you for trusting me so much, but are you sure you want to do this while we’re drinking?” he has to ask, needs to be sure his friend won’t regret this come morning.

“You think I just keep bourbon and scotch on hand? That’s kinda the reason why I brought it with me. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now, but I needed a little courage to do it. Just, just don’t say anything until I’m done, ok? If you do I might not be able to finish,” he warns him, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Sensing how important this is, Soap sets both their glasses on his bedside table and closes the laptop. His desk lamp is on, so they’re not totally in the dark. He knows rumors of Ghost’s past, has heard a bunch of shit about his time in captivity, but every scrap of information is dear to him. He longs to know the man beside him better than he knows himself. He leans back against the wall and angles his body towards Ghost before saying, “Course. I got you.”

“When I was little, the only person I cared about was my mum. She kept me safe, kept my dad and brother away from me the best she could. I know now that my brother was only doing what he could to avoid my dad’s rage, but it still hurt back then. I won’t lie, I had a real shitty childhood and ran into the service as soon as I could. After that, things started improving. I came back home, kicked my sorry excuse for a father out of the house, and got my brother off of drugs. Hell, I stood beside him as he married the love of his life, and I wouldn’t give that up for anything, but the memories threaten to crush me sometimes.”

He trails off and palms the back of his head, chewing at his lower lip. Soap stays silent, unwilling to break his promise even though Ghost looked on the verge of falling apart. They sit there for a long moment while he regroups and continues his story. Soap longs to reach out, to offer some sort of physical comfort, but he knows better than to act on it. Simon doesn’t enjoy being touched on a good day, and he’d absolutely hate it while letting himself be this vulnerable.

“Things were going well until I got betrayed and snagged by Roba. Fuck, Johnny,” he breaks off, swallowing thickly before pressing his fingers to his mouth. “It was bad. I won’t go into details, but you can only be tortured for so long before you start to doubt yourself, start to go mad instead of trying to fight it. I have no fucking clue how I managed to survive after being left for dead, but I eventually made it back home.”

Ghost shifts his legs, twitching as he picks at the fabric of his sweats. He takes a few deep breaths and stares ahead at the wall, shoulders tense as he continues. “They died on Christmas, and it was all my fault. Roba still had his hooks in me, and couldn't let me go since I escaped with my life. One more betrayal led me back to my mum’s house that only hours before had been full of celebration and Christmas cheer. When I got there, the whole house was up in flames. The fire was so hot, but I had to save them. Only it was too late, because they were lying dead near the doorway. They even put a bullet through the forehead of my nephew. He was so small, so fragile, and I couldn’t even save him.”

He falls quiet, and it seems like he’s finished. Soap knew it was bad, but wasn’t expecting something so tragic. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just lays a hand on Ghost’s shoulder and squeeze it gently, deciding to risk the touch at this point. It seems to shatter something inside of him and he slumps over to lean on Soap’s shoulder.

“The men involved?” he asks quietly.

“Killed them all. Didn’t bring back my family, though. So yeah, Christmas fucking sucks, but at least I’m not alone this year. Didn’t know it would be easier with you here, but you always manage to help me stay calm. Should have expected it,” he says. His voice is tinged with exhaustion, and Soap knows he’s worn himself out.

“Thank you for trusting me with this. I, it’s, well it’s fucked up that you had to experience that. I know nothing I say can help make it much better, and I’m honestly not sure how you managed to get through it, but I’m grateful you did. I can’t imagine being here without you,” Soap says after a long moment. He knew Ghost has a shitty past, had heard about him digging himself out of his own grave, but this is a whole new level of horrible. If it happened to him, he can’t say he would still be here to talk about it.

“Price helped a lot. Pushed me through it and then kept me around,” Ghost says, turning to stare at the wall. Soap isn’t sure what he can offer at this point, but he has the feeling Ghost might not want to be alone after unloading all of this.

“Stay with me?” he asks, watching as Ghost’s shoulders rise up. He still isn’t looking at him, so he keeps talking. “I mean, you don’t have to, but I can’t imagine wanting to be by myself after such an intense conversation. Would feel bad if I let you go back to your room, really.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually sleep with the mask on,” Ghost says with a chuckle. And ok, he can work with that.

“So let me freshen up and get myself ready for bed. You can go after me, and I’ll just sleep on my side. I can keep my eyes shut, give you your privacy,” he suggests. Ghost finally turns to look at him, and there’s a telltale hint of red around his eyes. If Soap was still religious, he’d offer up a prayer that the other man agrees. He clearly needs comforting tonight.

“Yeah, ok,” Ghost mumbles. “Gonna change into my sleep stuff, though. I’ll get ready in my room and be back in a few.”

He practically leaps out of the bed, and Soap hopes he holds true to his word. He goes through his nightly routine on autopilot, not even aware of it until he’s crawling into his bed. He leaves the side of the covers up and turns onto his side to face the wall. It’s only just catching up to him that he invited Ghost into his bed, but tonight isn’t about him. He’d be offering the same closeness to Gaz if he shared something as horrific as Ghost just did.

If anything, this only proves how amazingly strong Ghost is. He had to reinvent himself twice, the second time with no one to support him. They’ve all seen and done some really horrendous things in the name of queen and country, but he can’t fathom coming home to find the burning bodies of his family at his feet.

He’s yanked out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of the door opening and shutting. The clunk of Ghost setting down his boots seems impossibly loud in the silence, and he holds his breath waiting for Ghost to come to bed. He hears the muffled sound of Ghost removing his mask and setting it on the bedside table and fights the urge to turn around and look at his gorgeous face. He’s here as a friend tonight, and his feelings don’t matter right now.

The bed dips behind him, and the covers shift as Ghost settles in behind him. There’s an awkward few seconds where they both shuffle around trying to figure out how two large men can fit in such a small bed, but then Ghost sighs and rolls onto his side to frame Soap from behind. He slings an arm across Soap’s hips and presses his nose against the nape of Soap’s neck. The last thing he hears as he drifts off is a soft, “Thank you, Johnny.”

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Unsurprisingly, Ghost is gone when he wakes up. The bed is still warm, though, so he knows he spent the whole night. He wishes he could have woken him up with a Merry Christmas, but understands his need for time to himself. Chris, last night had been a lot. Hopefully he can still provide a little holiday cheer tonight, but even if they eat in silence he’ll have a great time. Every second spent at Ghost’s side is a better gift than anything he could ever fine underneath the tree.

He spends the morning in the gym, working out his frustrations. Life wasn’t fair, but it has been exceedingly rotten towards Ghost. He knows there isn’t anything he can do to change his past, but he’ll damn sure be here for his future. It feels like they crossed a line last night, but he’s not sure which one. Nothing romantic happened, but he feels closer to Ghost than anyone before. He’s willing to bet Ghost hasn’t opened up this much to many people, probably just Price, and he’s ashamed at how giddy that makes him feel.

They might not ever be together, but they’ll always be solid.

After lunch and a long, self-indulgent shower it’s easy to keep himself busy by running through last minute preparations. They hadn’t said anything about exchanging gifts, but Soap kept finding the perfect things for him.He knows Ghost will love the aged bourbon, even though it hurt his Scottish heart to buy it. There’s also a new knife that came highly recommended by their armorer and a deck of cards with holographic skulls on them. Wrapping was never his strong suit, but he managed to slap some paper onto his gifts. Sure, it looked like they were wrapped by a small child, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

He just finishes heating up the catering he picked up the day before and is about to text Ghost to hurry up and join him when his phone goes off. It’s an incoming FaceTime from his mother, and he decides there’s plenty of time to take it before Ghost swings by. He’s been missing his family all day, but they promised to call at some point.

“Ma! Happy Christmas!” he shouts, laughing as his entire family tries to crowd into the camera view.

“You’ll each get a turn, back off,” his mother says, already throwing elbows at his siblings and their kids. His dad stands next to her, silent as always but with a huge smile on his face. He lifts his glass in cheers, and Johnny waves back in response.

“We’re about to eat dinner, but It’s good to see you all. Make sure everyone gets hugs from me, even though I’m not with you this year. And pass out my presents! Make sure the kids know how much Uncle John spoils them. I want photographic evidence!” he says, laughing as one of his nieces tries to jump into the view again. His dad picks her up and wanders off, no doubt about to bribe her into behaving with cookies.

“I hope staying away is worth it,” his mother says, but she doesn’t look mad, just nosy. She’s been on him for months to bring his boy home, no matter how much he tells her they aren’t dating. Ghost is one hundred percent his boy, though, even if he hasn’t realized it yet.

“It’s worth every second away from you all,” he answers honestly, “I’ll be home as soon as we get more downtime, but you know why I have to be here. Thanks for understanding.”

“Anything for my baby,” his mom says, snorting when he scowls at her.

“You ever going to stop calling me that?” he asks, knowing full well she never will. He isn’t mad, not really, just likes to give her grief about it.

“If you didn’t want to be my baby, you’d have been born higher up the chain,” she tells him with a smirk.

“We can argue about it later. Let me get dinner on the table and then we’ll chat again later, yeah? We can pass around the phone so all the kids can show me everything they got,” he suggests, and his mom nods in response.

“Go feed your boy,” she tells him and ends the call before he can quip back at her.

“Not my boy,” he mumbles to the empty room.

But then someone clears their throat from behind him, and his heart sinks into his chest. Fuck. He spins around with a fake smile on his face to find Ghost standing there with his arms crossed.

“I’m assuming you heard all of that?” he asks with a grimace.

“You lied about your family not being together,” Ghost says, though he knows it’s a question.

“Aye, I did. And I don’t feel bad about it. I couldn’t leave you here alone again. Like it or not, I’m here for you,” he says with a sharp nod. He’s already gearing for a fight, ready to be stubborn as hell about it, but what Ghost says next throws him off his game.

“Because I’m your boy,” he asks, and Johnny can hear the fucking smirk in his voice. He has a plain balaclava on today, which is as dressed down as Ghost seems to get.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to let that one go? We can forget about it,” he offers quietly. Because who is he to keep dreaming, right? He’s been dropping hints for at least a year now, and Ghost hasn’t taken the bait. He teeter-totters between thinking the man returns his feelings to thinking he barely tolerates him. Regardless, he meant what he said and he’ll be standing by his side as long as Ghost lets him.

“And if I don’t want to forget it? What if I wanted to be your boy? Though I’d prefer man, if we’re being honest here,” Ghost says, and he freezes while his brain catches up.

“You fucking with me?” he asks, just because he needs to know, needs to be sure before he makes a fool of himself. Well, more of a fool than he already has.

“No, but we could fool around later if dinner goes well,” Ghost tells him, laughing as he reaches up and pulls the mask off. He tosses it onto the table, barely missing the salad bowl.

And fuck, he’s a bonnie lad. Soap can’t even speak, just stands there staring at him, eyes trailing over every exposed inch of his face, committing it to memory in case this is the last time he sees it for a while. “You’re stunning,” he whispers in awe. Then he has the pleasure of watching Ghost’s face darken, the apples of his cheeks turning pink and making the freckles dotting them stand out even more.

“Shut up,” he murmurs before stepping closer. “But yeah, I’m all in if you want this too. Want me. I’m sick of wasting time. Maybe next year we can be with your family instead of me keeping you stuck on base.”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life,” he says truthfully. “And I’d rather be stuck here every single year if you prefer it. But you heard my Ma. She wants you home with me.”

“Let’s make sure we make it to next Christmas, then,” he jokes, but there’s a hint of worry in his tone.

“Never letting go of you now,” Soap warns him with a laugh. Ghost chuckles and moves in so close the toes of their boots touch.

“Hard to let go if you haven’t even touched me yet,” he points out. And fuck if his smirk isn’t as lovely as Soap had imagined. It’s crooked, a scar bisecting the left side, but it’s perfect to him.

“Better fix that. Can I kiss you, Ghost?” he asks softly.

“Simon. Call me Simon when we’re alone,” he says breathily, and Soap knows how out of his comfort zone he is right now.

“Simon, can I kiss you? Please?” he asks and Simon just nods at him.

And so he does. He cups Simon’s cheeks, brushing a thumb across the constellation of freckles there, and leans in to press their mouths together. It seems almost anticlimactic after all their flirting, but the feel of Simon’s chapped lips against his is one of the best things he’s ever experienced. He can almost feel the tension leave both their bodies as they melt into each other. He keeps things light, pulls back before thinking better and darting back for another quick kiss.

Kissing Simon isn’t a burst of fireworks, but it’s like coming home which is even more perfect.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I’m really fucking in love with you?” he asks teasingly.

“Only if I can say the same,” Simon says, chuckling as he palms the back of Johnny’s head and drags him into another kiss.

And if they stand there kissing in the middle of the rundown rec room, lost in each other long after their dinner has gone cold, it’s no one's business but their own.

[joeliz99]

Draco Malfoy- The Weight of Expectations

Draco Malfoy

Sixth Year at Hogwarts

As the train rumbled along, a girl walked through the moving corridors—one whom many knew but few dared provoke. (Y/N) Athens was fierce, impenetrable, and self-sufficient. She needed nothing and no one to fulfill her own needs. Her movements were calculated yet subtle, with an impeccable elegance. Her gaze swept from compartment to compartment, searching for a young man with platinum-blonde hair whom she had spent the entire summer with. Draco Malfoy had grown up with the girl from as far back as they could remember—learning to walk together, celebrating holidays at each other's homes. They weren’t inseparable or soulmates, but they had each other nonetheless. They understood the aspects of a life based on appearances; a life complicated where perfection only masked hidden imperfection.

(Y/N) and Draco had started a relationship in their fifth year at Hogwarts. Not out of love or even attraction, but to shape a marriage that would occur once they completed their education at the school of magic. They seemed made for each other, complementing each other naturally. So, when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named made his grand return, both were swept up by the reckless decisions their parents had made. With his father imprisoned in Azkaban and a task to complete before the end of the academic year, Draco was forced to mature and make decisions that not only protected his family's reputation but also their lives. There was no room for error. And if anyone knew the strengths and weaknesses of the young man with gray eyes and pale skin, it was her. She was determined to help him even when she had no reason to get entangled in the mess Draco was in. Both were strong on their own, but together, they were unstoppable.

When she finally locates him, she approaches with her chin slightly raised and clears her throat to announce her presence. His Slytherin companions look up, but Draco keeps his eyes fixed on the window showing the path to Hogwarts. He didn’t need to turn his head to know it was her—he had memorized the scent of the lavender perfume she always wore.

— Parkinson, Zabini. — She nods in greeting, and they return the gesture. — I’m afraid it’s time for you to find another place to sit. Draco and I need to catch up. —

— Why should I find another seat? You’re the one who just arrived, — Pansy replies bitterly, shooting her a look of disapproval. (Y/N) smiles cynically and adjusts the sleeve of her shirt to make sure it’s perfectly in place.

— You know I don’t like repeating myself. Gather your things and leave now. — Pansy clenches her jaw at this and looks to the dark-haired boy for support, who is already in the process of gathering his belongings and getting up from his seat.

— Draco... —

— You heard her, Pansy. — The blonde interrupts before his companion can finish her sentence, and the people seated on the other side of the aisle laugh mockingly. — And the same goes for you, Crabbe and Goyle. Get out of here already. —

The laughter dies instantly, and the two boys leave with barely audible complaints. (Y/N) waves Pansy off with a hand and a smile still on her face, which fades as her companions disappear from view. For the first time, Draco meets her gaze and watches as she sits down across from him, her eyes never leaving his.

— I thought you’d be sick of seeing me after spending the whole summer together. I definitely need a break from you. Honestly, you’re starting to seem like my babysitter. — The girl laughs at this and rolls her eyes playfully.

— Is that how you talk to your girlfriend, Malfoy? Should I remind you of that last night we saw each other when you started to...—

— Shut up, (Y/N). — His jaw tightens as he recalls how he had turned to her with tears in his eyes and his breathing uncontrolled. Draco had been scared then, and he was still scared now. He feared becoming a killer, losing his family, and not being able to escape the reality that was closing in on him. And even though he hated to admit it, (Y/N) was the only person who truly understood him and made him feel better in moments when nothing seemed right.

— That’s what I thought. — The girl smiles with satisfaction and casually checks her manicure. — Shouldn’t you be doing your prefect duties right now? —

— I don’t feel like it. — He shrugs nonchalantly and plays with his hands as a distraction.

— You don’t want to attract attention, Draco. — (Y/N)'s features harden slightly, showing seriousness on the matter. — If you want things to work, you can’t fail in the most basic aspects of a plan. You’ll have to act as if nothing is happening, otherwise, you’ll have too many eyes on you. We don’t need that, do you understand? —

— I don’t need you telling me what to do. — The blonde retorts disdainfully. — And don’t speak in the plural as if this is something we’re doing together. I’ve told you a thousand times I don’t want you involved in any of this. This is something I have to handle alone, so focus on your own problems and leave me alone.

A silence settles between them for a moment, and Draco opens his mouth, ready to apologize, but he can’t bring himself to do it. The corridor darkens suddenly, and all the students in the compartment begin to wonder what is happening. (Y/N) frowns and, hearing footsteps approaching, rises from her seat and takes a step towards Draco, bumping into someone she couldn’t see due to the darkness. The girl murmurs a small 'sorry,' but receives no response in return. Draco stretches out his hand to guide her towards him, and as she sits down, the corridor begins to return to its normal state, with everything back in its place. However, Draco’s gaze shifts to the luggage racks above them, noticing something wasn’t quite right. (Y/N) quickly notices this and tightens her grip on the table to snap him out of his trance. He licks his lips, shifting his attention from what was above to her.

— So, how much did you miss me over the holidays? — Draco drapes an arm over the girl’s shoulders, and she doesn’t protest, fully aware he was trying to divert the conversation due to an unexpected visitor.

— I won’t say what you want to hear, Malfoy. — She smiles, turning her gaze away, and he laughs, leaving a small kiss on her neck. — But you do seem to have missed me... a lot.

— You have no idea. — Draco whispers in her ear with a mischievous grin and nibbles on her earlobe, causing her to shiver, though she tries to maintain her composure and engage in normal conversation.

The next 30 minutes of the journey feel long and heavy for both young people, but they manage to keep their composure. As the train comes to a stop, night has fallen, and everyone is eager to reach the castle and fill their stomachs with the comforting, hot food awaiting them in the Great Hall. Students disembark from the carriages as quickly as their bodies allow, and when only Draco and (Y/N) are left to disembark, the girl heads to the exit and closes the door. She turns after drawing the curtains of the carriage with a flick of her wand and sees Draco holding his briefcase in one hand and his wand in the other.

— I think we have a visitor, love. — The boy comments with a serious expression, and (Y/N) nods, scanning the carriage casually.

— Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, Potter? —

Draco raises his wand and quickly utters 'Petrificus Totalus,' and a body immediately falls to the ground. The blonde walks over and removes the blanket covering the body of his most prized enemy, his face contorting with the hatred and disdain he felt.

— Oh yes... She was dead before you could even wipe the drool off your chin. — He lifts his knee and strikes Harry Potter's nose with force, likely breaking it with the impact. — That’s for my father.

— Alright, Draco... That’s enough. — (Y/N) approaches him and extends her arm, which he intertwines with his. Draco hesitates for a moment but ends up doing what she wanted after covering the young Potter with the blanket again. — Enjoy your trip back to London, Potter.

The girl nods, signaling to the blonde that it’s time to leave, and they both exit the train with their heads held high and their expressions neutral. As they are about to board the carriages that will take them to the school entrance, (Y/N) stops and adjusts Draco’s tie in silence. The boy watches her closely as she does this, and when she feels his gaze, she looks at him in return.

— There you go, we don’t want you looking disheveled... — Draco nods and licks his lower lip, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

— Thanks. — He leaves a small kiss on (Y/N)’s lips, taking advantage of the closeness between them.

— We’re in this together... — Draco nods, listening to her words, and with a sigh, he separates from her and extends his hand, offering help to her as she climbs into the carriage. (Y/N) smiles at this and ignores the gesture, easily getting into the carriage on her own. — Draco raises an eyebrow when he notices this, and the girl mimics his action, looking at him.

— Come on, Malfoy, what are you waiting for? — The boy rolls his eyes and gets into the carriage, heading towards a place that no longer felt like a second home and that would change his life completely in a few months. Hogwarts would never be the same.

[bejeweledblondie]

Just Like My Babcha

Sobiesław “Gromsko” Kościuszko x F! Reader

Summary: Y/N comes from a Polish-American family & learned from the best at making homemade pierogi catching the attention of a familiar Polish operator

A/N: I’m not from Poland I myself have polish ancestry & my own Babcha came from Poland but she never taught me unfortunately so if there’s any mistranslations I apologize in advance. For anyone who doesn’t know a pierogi is like a potato dumpling, but it can be filled with cabbage & other food

Warnings: potential mistranslations, traditional gender roles, thoughts of impregnating

Y/N’s hips swayed side to side to the song that was coming out of the nearby speaker. She used the back of her hand to brush some of her hair out of her face, & got flour on her cheek in the process. It was Easter, & she was making pierogi to celebrate the holiday. She was feeling a little homesick being far away from her family, & called her mother asking for the recipe. The smell of the dough was bringing back nostalgic memories of going to the grand Orthodox Church & coming home for a early lunch. Her babcha would help her little delicate hands pinch the edges to hold the cabbage & potatoes.

She was so focused on cutting the dough properly & to proportion that she didn’t even notice the shadow she was starting to acquire. Sobesław was returning from a mass at the local Orthodox Church when he was pleasantly surprised by the smell of pierogi’s cooking. He walked into the conjoined kitchen & living room area of the apartment he lived in. He was surprised to see their Human Resources Secretary standing there. She was also so kind to him, & was actually able to pronounce his name correctly. He was in utter shock when she was able to pronounce it on the first try.

He leaned up against the doorway as he watched her hum to herself while she started to fill each pierogi. This was a sight he could get used to. Growing up in a very traditional Catholic Polish household had instilled very traditional values. A vision of her with a small baby bump glowing from pregnancy making pierogi’s & other food played in his head. She was absolutely beautiful. Being a civilian, let alone a woman on a military base had to have been intimidating for her. Every time he’d walk into the office she worked out of her head would always been down, failing to make eye contact. Her shyness always intrigued him. He couldn’t imagine someone so stunning want to hide their face all the time.

Her delicate hands started to fold & pinch the pierogis creating the half moon shape. It took one accidental bump into the side of a table for him to gain her attention. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sound & a slew of polish curses rang out of his. A scarlet blush appeared on his cheeks as he tried to cough it off. She looked and smiled at him.

“Oh Sobiesław you startled me,” She started. “I’m assuming you got a good waft of the pierogis I already have cooking.” A small smirk danced on her lips.

“Tak (yes).” He replied. “Just wanted to know if you needed any help. My babcha, she used to make them with me.”

“That’s where I learned too.” She replied enthusiastically. “Well come in! Just make sure you wash up.” He walked into the kitchen & washed his hands in the sink. Once he finished drying them off he stood right beside her. “Hands.” She instructed. He held out his hands and she placed some flour in the them. Rubbing his hands together he spread the flour & got to work.

As he started to put some of the cabbage into the dough, he couldn’t help but notice how petite she was. The pierogis looked significantly larger in her delicate hands than his. She smiled up at him & he nearly melted into the floor right there.

“I can see our Babcha’s had very similar techniques.” She said. “How long have you been cooking them?”

“Ever since I was able to walk.” He replied. “My Babcha wanted me to know so I could pass down the recipe.”

“Mine too.” She replied smiling & continued to fill & pinch the pierogis. “Seems like they’d be close.” He could’ve dropped to one knee right there. She always had a reputation of being so kind, but she truly was an angel. It wasn’t very often that his teammates asked much about his life or his family. It was refreshing & comforting to talk to her about his life back home.

“How does a woman like you wind up in a place like this?” He asked. “You’re an anioł (angel).” She smiled at his compliment. Her life wasn’t the best back home, & the civilian sector of defense contracting provided her with a way out. Good benefits & there would always be work.

“I needed to get out. Home wasn’t the best environment for me to be in.” She replied somewhat solemnly. “Since I have personal health issues I wasn’t qualified for military service but I found employment in the civilian sector.”

A feeling of sadness washed over him. He couldn’t imagine someone as kind & beautiful having to experience something so tragic. It only triggered the instinct to protect & take care of her more. Once the pierogis were cooking away, she started to set the table for the two of them. Beautiful hand painted Polish pottery littered the table. Intricate blue & red floral designs created a kaleidoscope of colors that stood out on the white table cloth.

Sobesław admired her attention to detail even if it was just the two of them. He too was feeling homesick for his country, but seeing all the traditional Polish decor around him made him feel right at home. A timer went off alerting them the last batch of pierogis were done. Sobesław went to take the pierogis off of the pan & Y/N’s hand came down smacking it.

“You go sit down,” She ordered. “I’ll take care of it.” In pure shock he slowly made his way to the table & plopped himself down into a chair. Not long after she started to bring out the tray of pierogis. Soon followed challah bread, kielbasa (sausage), & potatoes.

“Kochanie (my darling) how do you plan for us to eat all of this?” He asked. Her heart fluttered at the term of endearment. She really did cook a meal for a family of ten.

“We’ll manage,” She replied as she poured him a glass of wine. “I’m sure some others will see the leftovers in the fridge. But don’t eat too much there’s still dessert.” She walked back into the kitchen to grab the opłatek (communion wafer) for grace. As she was walking back out she caught Sobesław almost taking a huge bite out of a pierogi.

“Tsk tsk, we still have to say grace!” She stated. A small blush crept onto his face, he had forgotten. She walked up to him handing the opłatek to him for him to break off a piece. Then she place a small kiss to his forehead. She walked to her place setting & sat down. A small prayer was said & they both each ate their piece of the opłatek. “Now you can dig in.” She teased.

He immediately started to pick up the pierogi he cut earlier. A small moan escaped his lips as the pierogi touched his tongue. He started to hear wedding bells the more he ate.

“I’m assuming it’s good.” She laughed. He nodded still speechless from the food that was in his mouth.

“They’re just like my babcha’s.” He replied after he swallowed. She smiled at the complimented & started to cut into her own food. “What are you doing next Friday?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She replied.

“I want to returned the favor, let me take you out.” He stated very bluntly.

“Sure! It’s a date.” She replied & started to eat the food in front of her. His heart leaped, & he couldn’t wait to tell his babcha he found the girl he was going to marry.

[soupbaddie]

The Sleepover

Part 2 of A Day With the Pavel Family.

*NSFW**NSFW**NSFW**NSFW**NSFW*

Not intended for audiences under the age of 18! It is NSFW!

The characters are Hodari and a female named Ember.

Last NSFW warning.

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It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I can't believe it. I just told him tonight that I wanted to have a "sleep over" and he was already sold on the idea. This was not the Hodari I was used to, but based on his heart rate earlier, it's not what he was used to either.

"Let's get to bed, darlin'." Hodari led me to his room. His face said he was calm and collected but I could see in his eyes he was nervous. I was too. I haven't stayed the night with anyone in hundreds if not thousands of year and I especially haven't shared a bed.

As we entered the room, the familiar scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. It reminded me of the cold, winter holidays I used to celebrate. It made me feel more relaxed almost immediately.

I was about to sit on the bed when I stopped and looked down at myself. My clothes were still dirty and gross from the mines. I did not come prepared. I was not going to put my nasty clothes into Hodari's clean bed.

"Um.. Hodari.. I hate to ask, but could I borrow a shirt or something? I don't want to get your bed dirty."

"Of course. Here." He opened a dresser drawer, pulled out a maroon shirt and tossed it across the bed to me.

"You can change behind the screen. I promise I won't look... on purpose."

He grinned when I blushed and quickly moved to change.

I slipped off everything but my panties then put on his shirt. I recognized this shirt. It was baggy on me but every time I saw it on Hodari, it almost looked too tight on his chest and arms. It was just long enough to cover my underwear when I was standing still. Any movement and you'd see the lacey panties I was wearing. I normally wore something more modest but something in me decided on these today. They weren't practical but they did make my butt look good.

I slipped out from behind the screen and quickly made my way to the bed. Hodari had his back to me and turned around just as I was moving back the covers to climb in the bed. I saw him give me a quick look up and down. His gaze stopped at my breasts for a little longer than anywhere else. It was cooler in here without pants and I knew my, now, hard nipples were showing through my shirt. Well, his shirt.

He looked back into my eyes with a half smile and said, "Go ahead and lay down. I just need to change real quick."

As I put one leg up to slide under the covers, I could feel the shirt move up just enough to show off the bottom of the light blue lacey panties I had on. From the corner of my eye, I saw Hodari take a peek before turning his back to me.

Once comfortable, I looked over to see him pull off his shirt. In one motion he pulled it up and over his head then tossed it to the side. I could see the definition of every muscle on his back. He was toned and strong and it took everything in me to keep my jaw from dropping. You could usually see his form under the shirts he wears but without it... he looked like god.

Next he unbuckled his belt, and slowly pulled it out of the loops on his pants. His arm flexed as the belt fought against the friction from his jeans. Watching him made my face hot and I had to look away for a moment.

It wasn't long before I was staring at him again.

He unbuttoned his pants and slowly pushed them down to the floor before stepping out and throwing them next to his shirt.

His legs were just as toned and muscular as his arms. And so was his ass... It was a crime that he kept it covered up with those thick jeans.

He was wearing dark green boxer briefs that fit tighter than they should've. He turned his head over his shoulder and said, "I hope this is alright. I don't like to wear much to bed."

"Oh, no. No problem at all. Whatever you're comfortable in."

My face was on fire. It felt like my heart was in my throat.

When he turned around, I quickly discovered what was making those boxer briefs fit the way they did. He must have noticed me looking because he blushed as he climbed in beside me.

The bed was soft and warm as I pulled the blanket up to my neck. It felt nice to finally lay down. Hodari sat propped on one elbow, looking at me.

"Ready to sleep?" He asked.

"Yep. Ready when you are." I think I sounded calm but I felt like my voice was shaking. He was so close to me and so nearly naked.

"Goodnight, Em. I'll try not to wake you in the morning." He leaned down, gave me a soft, gentle kiss on the forehead, turned off the only lamp still on, then turned onto his side to go to sleep.

I turned the opposite way so we were back to back. If I faced the other way, I'd be tempted to touch him. He looked so irresistible in nothing but his too small underwear. And the more I thought about them, the more I wanted to see underneath.

I tried taking deep breaths to relax but my heart hadn't stopped racing since we got in the room. I could feel his body heat behind me and it sent chills all over my body.

I kept moving around trying to get comfortable but every time I did, I'd accidentally touch part of him causing me to jump back to my original position. I didn't want to get in his space or keep him up. Why was it so hard to just lay here next to him?

After a few moments of me fidgeting, I felt a hand touch my waist.

I froze.

"You alright? Is the bed too uncomfortable?"

"No, it's great. I'm sorry for moving so much. It's just that..."

I paused to take a breath and steady my voice.

"You're distracting. In a good way."

He moved his hand across my stomach to grab the other side of my waist then pulled me up against him. He put his mouth up against my ear and said, "Oh yeah?"

His voice was deep and gruff. I could feel his words send shivers down my body as I let out short, fast breaths.

He removed his arm from around me and ran his hand down my side. Every place his touched sent a shock through my veins. He stopped at the bottom edge of my panties and hooked a finger under them.

"You're distractin' me, too," he said in that same gravely voice as he ran his finger down my ass, following the hem of my panties. I felt his breath hot on my neck as he kissed me right below my ear. I let out a small gasp and heard a deep chuckle in response.

The kiss felt like electricity up the back of my neck.

He moved his hand back up the side of my body, this time going under my shirt. His hands were rough but had a gentle touch. He stopped at my ribs and started tracing the side of my breast.

"I can stop if you'd rather get some sleep," he said and then kissed my neck again.

My head was spinning. I couldn't believe he was making a move on me. But I didn't fight it. This is exactly what I wanted.

"Please don't stop," I said breathlessly.

He slowly move his hand and cupped it around my breast. He gave a light squeeze then started moving his thumb back and forth across my nipple, while continuing to kiss my neck.

I couldn't help myself and let out a small moan. He moved his hand to my waist against the bed and rolled me over to face him.

He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me. I felt his tongue on my lips and opened my mouth to let him in.

We explored each other's mouths for awhile. He tasted like smooth, black coffee on cold evening.

While kissing, I got brave enough to start exploring his body. I ran my hand down his chest and abs, feeling the curve and definition of every muscle. He flexed at my touch and kissed me harder.

I stopped my hand right above his underwear then stuck one finger right under the waist band. I ran my finger from one hip to the other and I heard a low growl from Hodari, begging me to keep going.

I removed my finger and ran my hand down the front of his boxers. He was hard and I felt him twitch at my touch. I teasingly moved my hand up and down, knowing it was driving him crazy.

When he'd had enough, he broke from our kiss, lightly pushed me onto my back then got over me.

He was propped up on one elbow and had a knee between my legs. With his other hand, he started massaging my breasts again.

"I haven't done this in a while," he said in his low, sexy voice.

"Same," I replied.

He chuckled then said, "I'd like to give something a try, if you're fine with it."

"You can do whatever you want to me."

He grabbed my shirt, pulled it off of me, and tossed it across the room.

He gave a sly grin then pushed my legs apart and got between then.

With both hands he grabbed my breast then leaned down and put one of my nipples in his mouth. I felt his tongue playing with it and I moaned in response.

He continued by moving to the other one and again had me moaning.

He stopped to kiss me right between my breasts, then continued kissing down my stomach, stopping at my panties.

He looked up at me then started rubbing his thumb up and down the crotch of my underwear.

I pushed back in response.

"Do you always get this wet when you think of me, darlin'?" He said and then winked at me.

My heart was racing and I felt short of breath. He knew what he did to me. And he loved it.

"Every time," was all I could get out before he was lifting my legs and taking off my panties.

I brought my legs back down if front of him with my knees together.

He put both hands between my knees and pushed my legs apart while sliding his hands down my inner thighs. He lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked from the bottom of my pussy and up to my clit.

"Oh fuck, Hodari."

He did it again and it made my body twitch.

The third time, he stopped at my clit and flicked it with his tongue. My body shook in response so he continued. He started slow but as my thighs started to press against his head, he went faster.

"Yes, yes! Right there!"

I reached down and put one hand on his head, lightly pushing down. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, borrowing his face into me. I started grinding on his face.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop"

I could feel myself getting close to climaxing. I started to move harder against him and moaning louder.

Suddenly he stopped and sat up. I shot up on my elbows to look at him. Before I could ask what was wrong, he sat me up and put me on his lap. I had my legs around his waist and could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his underwear.

"You taste better than I could've imagined, but I'm not done with you yet."

He kissed me again and I started rotating my hips, rubbing my wet pussy on his covered cock.

He laid me back down on the bed then flipped me on to my stomach. He was done waiting. He wanted me and I wanted him.

I got up on my hands and knees then turned to look at him as he pulled down his underwear to unleash himself.

He was so much bigger than I had expected. He saw the shocked look on my face and said, "Don't worry darlin'. I'll take it slow."

He held his cock and slowly slid it up and down my wet pussy. His tease drove me crazy and I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Fuck me, Hodari. Please just fuck me already," I pleaded.

"You'll get it when I think you're ready," he said in response.

He put his cock up against my clit and started rubbing it. I pushed my ass up against.

"Hodari, please. I need you so fucking bad."

Finally, he guided his cock to go inside me.

I gasped as he slowly entered me. I grabbed the sheets and bunched them into my fists as he pushed all the way in.

"Holy shit," I whispered to myself.

He must have heard me because he then said, "You got this, darlin'."

He went very slow at first, giving me time to become accustomed to his size.

As we went, I started to push back against him, wanting him to go deeper and faster.

He complied, making me moan louder and louder.

"Yes. Yes. Don't stop," I begged. The way he filled me felt so good.

He was going fast and deep. I could hear him panting behind me.

He wrapped one arm around me and reached down to rub my clit as he fucked me.

I tired to speak, to encourage what he was doing, but I couldn't get any words out. Every time I tried, it would just come out as a moan.

He leaned over me, his chest against my back, and put his mouth to my ear.

"Keep my name on your lips, darlin."

I sucked in a breath of air to try and speak, but before I could get anything out, he was back up and spreading my ass cheeks apart in order to go as deep into me as possible.

I let out a moan so load it was almost a scream.

I was going to orgasm whether he wanted me to or not.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I said to him but I could tell that he already knew.

"Say my name as you finish, Ember," he growled.

"Oh, Hodari," I cried out as my arms gave out beneath me and a wave of ecstacy rushed through my body.

I went limp as he pushed down on my hips and fucked me faster.

"Finish for me, baby. Fucking, cum in me," I demanded.

I turned to look at him. He suddenly started to slow down then said, "Fuck, Em," as a look of pure satisfaction washed across his face.

He looked down as he pulled out of me and I let out one last moan.

I flipped over to my back and just stared at him. He was so sexy from post sex glow.

He leaned down to kiss me with a fiery passion before he moved back to his spot in the bed. He placed a hand on my face and then kissed me gently.

Keeping his hand in place, he pulled a away from the kiss and said, "I hope that wasn't too much for you. Its hard to keep my hands off you."

"It wasn't enough. I've never felt like that before."

He let out a quiet laugh then kissed me again.

"I'll be right back," he said then climbed out of bed.

He slipped his underwear back on then peaked out the door.

After a quick look around, he left the room. He came back a minute later with two glasses of water and a towel.

He handed me one glass and the towel and said, "I thought you might want to clean up a bit before going to sleep."

"Thank you," I replied with a smile.

I wiped myself down then chugged the water. I didn't even realize how thirsty I was.

I laid back down and Hodari got back in next to me.

I rolled onto my side, my back to him. He put his body up to mine and wrapped his arm around me.

I felt so safe and comfortable in his arms. It was quiet as we listened to each other breathing.

A wave of emotions went through me. Something had changed. My feelings for him had never felt so intense. I never wanted to leave his side. I never wanted to leave this moment. Being wrapped up close to him was the only thing I wanted until the end of my time in the world. I knew I had to tell him I felt. It couldn't wait but I was scared. He didn't want things to go this fast but we were already here, so what did I have to lose?

"Um.. Hodari?" I said nervously, breaking the silence.

"Mhm?"

I could barely find my voice but managed to say, "I... I love you."

He kissed the back of my neck and without hesitation replied, "I love you, too, darlin'."

With the biggest grin on my face, I drifted off to sleep.

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Welcome back! If you've made it this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read my little story. It's been sitting in my mind and I NEEDED to get it out. This is my second time writing a story and my first time writing anything *spicy*.

Critiques are welcome as long as they're nice because I take everything personally.

Thanks again, and I hope you enjoyed!

[modernidolater]

🎃Wheel of Halloween🎃

There's a post of a tweet saying that every 31st of the month should be a Halloween, and you know what? I'm a Halloween Witch. I'm an Idolater. I'm an urban techno witch who lives an air conditioned life, can't stand nature bigger than a park or local landscaping, and hates leaving the city except to drive to another damn city.

I have been struggling to connect to the Wheel of the Year or the Solstices/Equinoxes for freaking years.

But a cycle of Halloweens?

That.

That I can fucking do.

So, without further ado, I present the shit I will be actually celebrating. Ya don't have to join me, but I will be posting about it for those that wanna follow along, with options and cutouts for those who don't want to or can't do the more party elements.

With luck, I'll pick up on August 31st and go from there, if not, I'll start with actual Halloween.

Halloween

October 31st

It's muthafucking Halloween. I have ideas and will post about them more as we get closer, but you know what this one is.

New Year's Eve

December 31st

This one actually also exists, but I have plans for tying it to the January 31st one to bookend the year. The primary purpose of this Eve is gratitude and sharing the good things from the year before, casting off the trappings of the old year, and to bring the new one in with luck and prosperity.

Candle's Eve

January 31st

One month from the casting out of the old year, it's time to set things for the new. Cleansing and cleaning, setting intentions (not resolutions) for the year to come, making the Mask of the Year to call on who I aspire to be, burning the intentions set last year with last years candle, and blessing a candle to burn this years intentions next year are all features. Food and drink suggestions available when I actually post this up.

Hallow Ides

March 31st

Couple of these have fun names, and this is one of them. It's a party holiday, involving a picnic and a special cake/cupcakes/muffins.

The costume element is that I'll swap clothes or looks with someone I'm celebrating with (or dress up as someone else if celebrating solo).

There's a drinking element (non-alcoholic is fine) that results in a stack o' good luck charms.

And for my trick, I can and will sing the filthiest songs, tell the dirtiest jokes, read a romance novel or erotica, just go ham on the bawdy shit.

Alternatives for ace and non-sexing folk will be forthcoming in the relevant post, but it's my damn Wheel and I'm doing bawdy shit for myself.

Blessed Eve

May 31st

Not a bonfire person, but I'm definitely gonna have a cookout and grill up some burgers! Also a neat drink and cookies that both double as offerings!

Flower masks and crowns are involved to hide from the spring spirits that might fux me upa.

There's a Blessing Bouquet that goes up early, is used to exorcise and re-bless my property/house, and then is ceremonially burned.

An ash blessing to seal the prosperity into my house ties the whole thing off.

Fortune's Eve

July 31st

This one pretty heavily revolves around a ritual game of betting and chance that I came up with based on a cool concept tied into the holiday I'm aiming at. Game generates lucky candy and a good luck charm.

Hella apples involved including a ceremonial apple and cider. Veils worn for the blindness of luck, and a strong theme of having a game day.

Neewollah

August 31st

I'm actually pretty stoked for this one, and will do a more expansive post on it later this week. I really hope I can pull this together in time this year.

Idea is a bit Opposite Day, a bit of LiarWeen vibe.

Trick the cosmos into taking away the bad shit and giving me good shit through a ritual lying ceremony, wearing a mask of duality to further confuse the issue. Ritual ash anointing to lock things down and ensure I get the stuff I want and ward off the shit I got rid of.

Candy (obvs) but I (and anyone celebrating with me) has to ask, and the person giving it has to make a point of saying no...while forking over.

And of course, games like Never Have I Ever or Two Truths & A Lie, drinking optional. (I will...probably...drink. Just saying.)

Where's the Eighth One?

Wheel has eight Sabbats, yeah?

In the grand tradition of the Satanist/Luciferian practices I stuck with for so long, Number 8 is my Birthday.

Or yours, if you decide to try this.

I'll decide what I wanna do about Birthday when I get there. You do you, tho.

And That's The Wheel of Halloween!

So yes, some of those are closer to recognizable Sabbats. Some of them are so far off that they're not in the same neighborhood. Spoiler: the ones you don't recognize are based (very, very loosely) on Roman festivals that occur in the corresponding month.

Why Roman?

Cause they had a religious festival for everything, there's records I can squint at, and they had a strong mystery tradition that plays well with my schtick.

I am not a dedicated Rome fanby, to be clear, the empire is just very much gone, very well attested, and I can most likely swipe the shape of their shit without worrying about stepping on anyone.

And even then, I'm mixing time periods, even up to hijacking Medieval Xtian shit where and when I see fit. Cause I was baptized Catholic, and that shit is my culture to use.

Neewollah Posting Hopefully Soon! Stay Tuned!

And of course, feel free to reach out for asks, questions, and readings if ya want 'em.

[ramp-it-up]

My Favorite Things

Paring: Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Age gap: Ari is 40 and Reader is 28. Pining, teasing, drinking, a lil bit of Angst, hints of family drama/trauma at the holidays, friends to lovers, body comparison issues, tit worship/nipple play, hair kink, slight pain kink, tiny bit of a Daddy kink, begging kink, ripped panties, p in v, raw sex (wrap it when you tap it), begging, bukkake? cum play

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and this very detailed one!

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It was Christmas Eve and Ari was missing you after only two days. The gym was open until noon and Bobby and the other trainer, Mitchell, jumped at the chance for overtime.

Many of their clients wanted an excuse to eat more at Christmas dinner. Ari shook his head. People went to great lengths to not feel guilty about everything, including celebrations. 

As a result, you were missed by your personal training clients today, but you deserved the time off to visit family for the holidays, you were the hardest working trainer at RSDR Training, aside from Ari.

Ari checked his phone and realized that he hadn’t had any word from you. He debated texting; you were a grown woman, after all, but he was worried so he did it.

After thirty minutes and no response, he called you.

In your living room, you stared at the call and watched the time as you waited for it to stop ringing. 10:37 am. You just wanted to stay on the couch all day eating cheese puffs and sleeping. Fuck the holidays.

You breathed a sigh of relief when the phone stopped, pulled your weighted blanket over you head and continued to wish for sleep and/or oblivion.

But your mind, which was drowning in negative thoughts, could not stay sunk as you thought of Ari calling you. He was your best friend in the city and had been nothing but supportive of you over the last eight months of working together.

Your heart beat faster, and thoughts of his smile would not let you continue to wallow in your feelings.

You sat up, sighed, and dialed him back.

“Kitten?”

“Ari? Hey, yeah. I saw that you called.”

Ari didn’t know that he was holding his breath until he heard your voice and exhaled.

“I did. I was just checking on you. You said you’d send me a text when you got home, and pics?”

There was an awkward silence. Ari felt dumb. You were probably too busy celebrating to worry about him.

“Sorry to interrupt your good time. I’ll let you go…”

“Ari, wait. I’m… not in Philly. My mom called while I was on the way to the train station. She got back her ex and told me they were going to Aspen for the holiday with his family instead.”

“That sucks.” 

Ari knew that your relationship with your mother was strained because of your step father, but that’s about all he knew.

“Yeah. She invited me, but I'm not going anywhere he is. I thought she was finally going to leave him.”

“Wow. I’m sorry, Kitten.”

Ari felt the gut punch for you.  And you had just broken up with that joker Patrick last month. You had to be lonely.

“So… what are you doing tonight?”

You couldn’t help but smile into the phone. Ari always tried to cheer you up.

“Nothing. Riding the couch. Eating junk.”

You picked up a half spilled bag of Cheetos.

Ari cleared his throat at the thought of you riding anything.

“Well, get off the couch. We’re coming over to celebrate with you.”

“Ari…”

“We’ll bring food from Little Bangkok…”

“But…”

“Don’t want to hear another word. We’ll bring everything.”

You stopped trying to argue. Attempting to stop Ari when he was on a mission was impossible. He would find a way around any obstacle. 

“Ok…”

“That’s my girl! We'll be there as soon as possible.”

You didn’t know why you were smiling when you hung up the phone. Maybe it was because Ari called you his girl. But that wasn’t a big deal. You were buddies. He was your boy.

But then you looked around your studio apartment. It was a mess. You needed to clean up. You should have time to do a quick sweep and shower before Ari closed up shop at noon…

An hour and a half later, you were in the shower when you thought you heard a noise. You turned off the water to hear someone knocking on your door. You picked up your phone and saw that it was just 12:15. It couldn’t be them. 

Not yet.

You got in your robe and padded out to the living room. You looked out of the peephole to see… Ari and crew. You sighed and opened the door.

The door swung open and there you were, your wet curves barely contained by your robe and your braids in your giant shower cap. Your cleavage was so delectable and the startled look on your face made Ari want to…

“Ari? You’re here early. I thought you wouldn’t be here until later.”

Ari just stood there, blocking everyone’s view of you, his eyes sliding down your body. You remembered that you were naked under your robe and pulled your robe closed, but not before you caught Ari’s look. You bit your lip as you covered up.

“Um… I was in the shower. Didn’t expect you for another hour.”

Bobby was trying to look over Ari’s shoulder and Mitch complained that he wanted to set the bags down. His girlfriend, Trixie, was right behind him.

“We closed an hour early.” 

His voice seemed gruff and his eyes took you in again. 

“You getting sick, Ari?” 

The way you cocked your head at him made him clear his throat.

“No, just.. It was cold outside.”

 He had to suck it up.

“You need to wear a scarf.”

You were always harping on him to cover up. You were about the only one who cared for him, he always ended up caring for everyone else. That’s why he loved you. 

As a friend of course.

You weren’t the conventional personal trainer per the BMI charts. Your hourglass shape was bounteous, but Ari felt every curve and part of you was absolutely necessary. For you, for the clients to see that heath came in all shapes and sizes… and for him.

Working with you for the last eight months had been fun, to say the least.

You were his physical ideal, but you didn’t know that. Bobby always made sure to point out Ari’s exes to you and none of them had your body type. That was one reason why they were exes.

“You might wanna… go….”

Ari gestured to your body, making you feel some kind of way. His eyes were still sweeping over you with possession as he stayed in the doorway. A thrill ran up your spine before you responded to the underhanded command.

“Shit. Yeah. Come in.” 

You stood on tip toe to see over Ari’s broad shoulder to welcome your guests. 

“Make yourselves at home.”

You toppled into Ari and his hands came up to your waist to steady you. You giggled as you crashed into him.

“My bad. Extra ‘cause I’m wet. I’m dripping all over you.”

“THATS WHAT SHE SAID!!!” screamed Trixie as everyone laughed as they entered your small place. 

Ari was paralyzed because that scenario was highly desirable. And the feel of you in his hands was...

He had to snap out of it. You just didn’t see him that way. He was too old for you, and was probably definitely not your type. But he couldn’t help but stare at your unfettered ass under your robe. His throat was suddenly dry.

You caught Ari’s look and hurried to your bedroom alcove. Once there, the curtain closed, you took a deep breath. Ari had you open. But you had to deal with it. He was just a friend.

By the time you came out, Your place was decorated for the holiday; they even had a small table top tree and presents. 

You smiled big at your friends and gave everyone a hug, ending with Ari.

“I can’t believe you did all this, for me. I didn’t get you all presents.”

“That’s okay!” 

“No problem.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Everyone was so nice.

Your face at that moment was everything to Ari.

“For you, Anything.”

You two just stared at each other.

“I would throw up, but I haven’t eaten yet.”

You laughed.

“Sorry. I’m out of sorts today. But you all will get me right? Right?”

“Yep! Shots all around.’

Mitch had the fireball ready.

“Oh shit. That stuff’s terrible,” you laughed.

“Let’s go, let me get some glasses.”

You went for the shot glasses in the cabinet. Ari, as well as everyone else, admired you in your red Christmas sweater and red plaid leggings. When your sweater rose up to show your ass beneath your braids was when Ari thought he would have a heart attack. He moved toward you.

“Need some help, short stuff?”

He was right next to you, sharing his body heat. So why did you shiver and stand speechless beside him looking up at him under your lashes? You were acting like a damsel in distress. You frowned and turned away to catch your breath.

Ari watched you grimace and turn toward the sink. What had he done? He shouldn’t have called you short.

“Here they are!” 

You put five shot glasses on the counter. 

“Now gimme!”

Mitchell poured and you reached for a glass to knock it back. You put it down for another.

“Careful…” said Ari, as he watched you drinking.

“You need to eat something with that.”

He was getting the food out of the bags.

“Thanks, Dad,” you joked.

You kissed him on the cheek as you stood there with your plate, ready for him to serve you. Ari had the urge to take you over his knee right then.

“Yeak, Daddy, thanks for being the killjoy as usual.”

“Oh hush, Bobby, it was Ari’s idea for this party. He’s the hero tonight!”

You put one of the crowns that Trixie had brought on Ari’s head.

“He’s the king.”

You winked as you stood close to him, your breasts barely brushing him as you crowned him. It caused Ari to clench his jaw to hold back. You were so fucking hot.

For the rest of the night, Ari kept his distance, watching you have fun and celebrate without getting that close to you again. He couldn’t ruin the friendship.

You only had a few more shots, but Ari kept handing you plates of food so that you wouldn’t get too tipsy. But you were loose and flirty with everyone. It was a good time.

Around 6, everyone left, having other celebrations to go to. You were warm and full of cheer and wished everyone a Merry Christmas at the door. Ari was the only person left in your home, cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Hey, Sir. You don’t have to do that, you know. You’ve done so much today.”

Ari chuckled as he finished the last dish in the sink.

“I know. I don’t have to. But I wanted to. Like I said. Anything for you.”

Ari turned around from the sink and leaned up against it. You shoved a blue paper wrapped box into his hands and saw the look of surprise on his face.

“I thought you said…”

“I didn’t get everyone else a gift. Just you. You’re my bestie. Happy Hanukkah, Ari. Chag sameach...”

Ari looked at you for a long time, something unreadable in his eyes. 

“Chag sameach.”

You watched as Ari lifted out a fine light blue cashmere scarf. Suddenly, it clicked.

“Wow. It matches your eyes…”

You wondered how many colors of blue were in Ari’s eyes, and why you hadn’t noticed this particular shade before now. And you wondered why you picked out that color scarf. You had to have it for him when you saw it. There must have been something in your subconscious that caused you to pick that color.

Your heart was beating erratically as you took the scarf from him and stood on tiptoes to drape it around his neck and making him bend close to you again.

“Kitten...”

You interrupted Ari, attempting to keep up the conversation before you did anything stupid, but not letting go of the scarf and keeping the proximity with him that you’d created.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, why do you call me that? Is it because I’m like a feral cat that just showed up on your doorstep?”

Your voice was husky now, and you were lost deep in the pools of his eyes.

Ari chuckled and looked down at your lips.

“Yeah, something like that.”

That wasn’t the truth. Ari didn’t like cats. Cats that crossed his path always hissed and tried to scratch, but he ended up loving the ones that stuck around. His sister’s cat, Murray, the alley cat that turned out to be an escaped bodega cat from two blocks over. Just like them, you’d clawed your way into his heart, and you wouldn’t let go.

You looked deep into those blue eyes and were drawn in. You slotted yourself in between Ari’s legs and sensed that he put the box down beside him on the counter. His hands came up around your waist and you pulled on the scarf to make him bend down more as you leaned up on your toes to give him a sweet, short kiss that could have been construed as chaste. 

You leaned back and huffed as Ari licked his lips.

“Taste good. Can I have another?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly, and Ari pulled you in closer and lowered his lips again, tongue probing for you to open your mouth. You granted him access and he established that he owned you with just  a few swipes of his tongue.

You leaned into him, pressing yourself against him as his hands pulled you even closer. You could feel the excitement between his legs, pressing into your stomach. What was happening between yours was the perfect compliment to his large bulge.

You separated again, breathing hard, looking down at your hands which held the scarf balled inside your fists. Then you dared to look up at him.

“Damn Ari, you know how to give a kiss.”

Ari pulled you even closer.

“Been wanting to do that to you for so long. I’m glad it’s finally done.”

“Really?”

Ari smiled at you. 

“Really.”

“But I thought we were…just….”

Ari swooped down and kissed you again. This time making your toes curl. You whimpered in the back of your throat.

“...Friends….”

Your hands had let go of the death grip on the scarf and was smoothing it on his chest, inadvertently brushing his hard nipples.

Ari spoke, his voice gruff and deep again.

“So you want me to go?”

He didn’t move to let go of you, or to hide his growing arousal. You considered his unfairly handsome face and those lips and made your decision.

“Don’t go. Stay with me.”

“Stay? Stay and do what?”

“....Talk. Yes. Let’s talk.”

Ari sighed and gradually let go of you, and you of the scarf. You slowly backed away from him, slightly dizzy.

“Want a drink?”

You turned to get some glasses. Ari watched your ass and those hypnotizing braids of yours.

“Want a drink of you.”

You turned and looked at him over your shoulder and smiled. Then you shook your head.

“Ari… you don’t … I’m not even your type…”

You poured some bourbon into the glasses. You mixed yours with coke.

“And what is my type?”

Ari raised his eyebrow as he drank, and when he licked his lips, you almost swooned. You tried to escape into the living room, but of course, he followed you.

“Well… one of those sexy, hot, tight body types, like Mrs. Ashborne. Bobby told me that you and she… y’ know.”

You looked at him over your glass as his eyes flashed.

“Bobby’s got a big fucking mouth.” 

He took a swig and then set his glass down on the coffee table as he sat next to you on the couch.

“That was nothing. I was pent up and horny, and she was practically throwing it at me. She served a purpose. But she’s not really my type. Men can be very weak, Kitten.”

“Ah, so it is true that all men cheat.”

Ari shook his head, and moved closer.

“Not what I said. I said men can be weak, but if they have a someone worth keeping, they can be very true.”

You created a barrier between you by taking another sip of your drink.

“So, why were you pent up and horny, Ari?”

Bobby had pointed out Mrs. Ashborne shortly after you’d started working as RSDR.

Ari’s eyes raked down your body and stopped at your sweater. Your tits were staring straight at him. 

“Well. We had just hired a new trainer, and she was so hot that I was having wet dreams about her every night. I knew I was too old for her and that she only thought of me as a friend so… I hadn’t learned how to deal with that then.”

Your eyes widened.

“Shit, Ari…” 

You put down your drink. 

“You’re not too old… you’re only… how old are you again?”

You knew exactly how old he was, you had helped plan his birthday party in the summer, but Ari played along as he moved even closer to you.

“40, Kitten. I’m 40. And you’re only 28.”

‘Oh shit. You are old.”

Ari laughed.

“Fuck you, Kitten.”

You just smiled and let what he said sink in. You looked up, pretending to think.

“28 is the age of a full grown woman.”

“I could be your…”

“Next door neighbor that I have a crush on? A dilf?”

Ari smirked at you.

“You got a crush on me? A dad you’d like to fuck? But I don’t have any kids.”

“You could be Daddy.”

You watched his eyes dilate.

“Fuck, Kitten.”

“You keep saying that. But we’re friends. You are very hot, Ari. That’s why Rowena was throwing it at you. And that’s why she keeps trying so hard everytime she comes in. She wants that dick again. Must have been good.”

Ari dodged the essential question.

“Has she been back in? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Mmmmmhmmmm Ari. You know good and well she's been back in. She asks you for extra towels every time.”

Ari was busy eyeing your breasts, which he was sure sported two very erect nipples. He wondered what your areolas looked like. He licked his lips.

“Oh?” He replied, totally distracted.

You laughed. 

“You totally ignored her, and my question about that dick. Is it as good as Rowena thinks? Tell me the truth. Friend to friend.”

Ari looked into your eyes. He wanted you. 

“Who cares what Rowena thinks? You’d have to judge for yourself. Friend to friend.”

He was so damn sexy. You decided you wanted to play. You smoothed your hand down your sweater.

“You see something you like?”

Ari nodded. His eyes swept your form and back to your face.

“I see everything I like.” 

He focused on your lips. His hair fell into his eyes and you reached up and brushed it back. He leaned over and kissed your wrist and you shivered.

“Can I have that sweet mouth again?”

You couldn’t resist and nodded, melting into him as he came for you again. 

While Ari possessed your soul with this mouth, his hands pulled you closer to him. He trailed one hand up your spine, making you shiver until his fist was in your hair, feeling the texture of your braids against his fingers until he reached your nape. Then, he took a handful and tugged gently, causing you to shudder and moan into his mouth.

Ari pulled back and drew a ragged breath. 

“You want to know about my dick. I want to know about your…” He surveyed you again. “... Everything. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

You smiled and then bit your lip, stifling a laugh.

“Deal.”

You stood up and pulled off your sweater, bringing it over your head and pulling your braids through. Ari looked up at you from the couch and could have cried at your sheer lace bra that hinted at the breasts he’d been dreaming of.

He looked down to your crotch and wanted to bury his nose in it, but he needed to be patient. You’d not given him permission, or better yet, begged for that yet.

He stood up to tower over you again, unbuttoning his blue chambray shirt and then pulling his t-shirt over his head. You stared at the beefy, hairy glory that was Ari Levinson before you. Then, you bent over toward him, making sure that he got a good view of your cleavage, and pulled your leggings down before you stepped out of them.

Ari ran his hand through his hair, and then unbuttoned his jeans, adjusting himself as he took them off. Your eyes widened at the huge tent in his boxers. It was Ari’s turn to stifle a laugh.

You gestured toward his crotch.

“Well, you aren’t showing me anything. That could be a roll of socks or something.”

Ari nodded toward your chest.

“You hiding grapefruit in there?”

“Funny boy.”

“Funny girl.”

“Ok, on the count of three.” 

Ari wanted to get to the good part. He put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.

 “One… two…”

You reached behind you with one hand ready to unclasp your bra. Your heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Three!”

You unsnapped your bra and Ari dropped his shorts. You shivered and hugged your self as you stared at the mammoth beast that your friend had been hiding. And was now pointing straight at you.

“Holy shit you’re so hot.”

Ari took you in shyly standing there staring at him. He had to have you.

“Do you like what you see, Kitten?”

“My god, Ari. I…” 

You were speechless.

“You still want to experience it?” 

Ari took a step toward you and you took a step back. 

“You good?”

You giggled nervously. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I want that.”

You pointed brazenly at his dick, and Ari looked down at it and smiled at you.

“You sure?”

He took another step and this time you didn’t move.

“Unhunh. What do you want, Ari?”

Ari waved at your whole body. 

“I want that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. Been daydreaming about it for months.”

You lids half closed as he closed the gap between you and put his rough palms on your sides.

“What… exactly… is… it?”

You sighed as his hands came up and weighed your breasts, thumbs caressing your nipples, thrumming and stretching them so that you were squirming before him. You looked in his eyes as he did it, and he held your gaze as he lowered his lips to one.

“Well, for one, I want to play with these…”

He rubbed his lips along your nipples, making your knees weak. He held you up as he started suckling you tenderly at first, and then with abandon as you moaned for him. You looked down and brushed his hair out of the way as he closed his eyes and sucked at you, his perfect lips pursed into bows as he pulled your inhibitions from you.

“Ariiiiiii”

He picked you up, turned around and sat back on the couch with you, straddling his boner, the only barrier between you the red lace of your panties. He finished ravishing your nipples for a moment and looked up at you.

“You don’t know how hot you are, do you?”

You shook your head as he chuckled. Then, his eyes darkened as he took your breasts in his hand. He deftly twisted your nipples as you ground your crotch into him, your wantoness obvious.

“I feel how wet you are, Kitten.  Do you want me too?”

Are looked you in the eyes as he started spanking your tits, making you jerk and putting you in shock that you liked it.

“Fuuuuckkkkk, Ariiiii!”

You arched right into his grip as he manhandled you. Then, he put his hand in your braids and massaged your scalp, sending you to nirvana.

“Fuck, Kitten, you look so fucking delicious. Do you taste so?”

Ari’s hand went from your breasts to your panties, and reached inside them for his long fingers to reach your dew.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet!”

You nodded, as the slide along the rough texture of the lace was giving you some satisfaction. You jolted as Ari brought his fingers out and tasted you, relishing the flavor.

“So delicious, Kitten. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of eating you out after a workout. Want to eat your sweaty pussy, baby.”

Oh shit, Ari was a freak. The jig was you were into it.

“Ohhhhhh.”

Ari tightened the hold on your hair, bending you back as he reached for your panties and tore a hole in them.

“Now’s the time to judge the quality of my dick Kitten.”

Ari lifted you up so that your thighs were on either side of his.

“You still want to?”

He still held your hair in a deliciously painful grip as he started sucking your nipples again. You just moaned and circled your hips in vain.

“You are in fact, dripping all over me again…”

“Fuck me, Ari… pleaseee.”

Your sexy moan and your fucked out face made Ari release your hair and pick you up by your thighs, biceps bulging as he easily took your full weight.

“Now, keep your eyes open Kitten.”

And he lowered you, slowly fucking you open on his cock. Your cunt stretched around his beautifully thick head and you keened.

“Yes, Ari, yessss! More, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

You begged as Ari’s pounding member stretched you and slid his way into you. 

When you reached the bottom of his massive pole, you stared at him.

“Hi, Friend.”

Ari started pistoning his hips upward and the smile dropped from your face. You moved your hips in time, and Ari grabbed your hair again with his hand, and your nipple with his mouth. The free hand went to your clit, and soon you were clenching around him, cumming to beat the band. 

“Oh, shit, Ari. Daddy!”

“Fuck! That’s a lot better than ‘Friend.”

Ari started pounding inside you, and then again lifted you up.

“No….” You whined, “No Ari…”

“Shhhhittttttttt!”

Ari relented and dropped you on his dick, giving you a few more pumps, Then, pulled you off again and started jacking his cock. You scrambled to your knees and took his hot load on your face as he panted, moaned, and cursed.

“Nnnnnghhhgnnn. Fucking hell, so fucking beautiful, godamn…”

He aimed some on your tits and you laughed as the hot spray dripped all over you.

“That wasn’t very friendly”

You sat back on your knees and looked up at him as you played in his cum. Ari collapsed on the couch as he watched you and his dick started perking up again. He chuckled.

“No.” Ari panted. “No it wasn’t.” 

He admired you and sat up to draw his cum around your areola.

“How was the dick?”

“Pretty bomb. But I think I need more data. You know, a larger sample size.”

You gave him a filthy kiss and got up, turned around, and walked toward your shower. Ari couldn’t help but follow. He eyed your ass and licked his lips.

“Me too, Kitten. Me too. This might take until Christmas morning.”

Reblog if it’s hot. 🥵

[mint-in-the-moonlight]

rethinking the wheel of the year: Autumn Equinox/Mabon

hello everyone and welcome to this post! this is hopefully the first of a series where i will be rethinking the wheel of the year celebrations (originally from Wicca) so that they may fit better into my particular and in general a more modern, urban and let's be honest poor, lifestyle. i'm doing this mainly for myself as i want to celebrate the events but i struggle with finding value in them as i live in an environment that does not fit as well with many of the nature-focused and agricultural-inspired themes.

since i live in the northern hemisphere and in the global north, a lot of my interpretation is based on that and so may not be applicable to people who live elsewhere. i instead invite you to use my post as inspiration for your own interpretation if you so wish.

lastly, this interpretation is not meant to replace any previous associations with the celebrations that you may have. you may use this post to strengthen your understanding, offer some new insights or just be food for thought!

alright, let's get into it!

traditional view of the Autumn Equinox/Mabon

in the traditional view, the celebration that falls on the autumn equinox is supposed to be the second of two harvest celebrations. i'm not going to go too deeply into the history and other influences as there are many other sources that you can look at and this is not the focus of this post, but suffice to say, the harvest and the changing of the season to autumn are the biggest themes.

however to me personally, the harvest theme never really resonated and i found it hard to imagine what kinds of things i would like to do during the celebration. many of the activities usually suggested are also tied to a certain kind of environment or household. as a poor student, i don't exactly have the time, energy or means to go out of my way and bake something from scratch or something like that.

thus i am approaching my reimagining from a more practical perspective and thinking about things that people could do potentially at any point but may have special significance during the autumn equinox. you are of course more than welcome to do big, time-consuming things and find your own significance in it.

highlighting what is personally relevant

since the Autumn Equinox/Mabon falls on late september, it can interact with a lot of other events that usually happen during this time. what i'm mainly thinking about is going back to school or work after the summer break. the Autumn Equinox/Mabon can be seen as the season of change, from the light-hearted summer to a more serious autumn. it may also be good to tackle more important issues during this time, both mundane and magical. the theme of balance can also be relevant as the autumn equinox is a time when the day and night are equal before moving out of balance again.

while in the traditional view the Autumn Equinox/Mabon is supposed to be a time of abundance and happiness, in the modern world it may instead be a time of new stressors and challenges. thus it may also be important to make sure you are grounded and ready to face what awaits you.

in the past, pagan and magical celebrations often involved both magical, but also mundane aspects, such as the harvest in the case of the Autumn Equinox/Mabon. so, in the activities that i propose below, i'm adding a section on the mundane aspect, that can help us feel more connected to the season and the world around us.

ideas for activities (mundane)

prepare your wardrobe for the colder season - make sure your coats and warm sweaters are washed and ready in case you wake up one day to a cold and grey morning

make sure your warm drink supplies are stacked - for example, teas or hot chocolates (i assume for more regular drinkers this is a given at any time of the year)

reorganising or getting back on track after the summer break - catching up on health appointments that you couldn't schedule due to being on holiday, cleaning your house etc.

finding a balance between different aspects of your life - work, school, spending time with those you love, spiritual practice etc.

ideas for activities (magical and mental)

shadow work, if that is something you're interested in doing

magic that invites some kind of change into your life - such as money magic, spells to find new jobs or housing, magic that allows you to find new friends in an unfamiliar environment or start a new activity you're anxious about such as going to the gym

magic that is meant to bring balance into some aspect of your life - similar to the mundane activity but with a magical twist, this is based on the whole equinox part of the Autumn Equinox

going back to the original "harvest" theme - you could also reflect on the progress that you have made in the areas that you may have tackled earlier in the year, thus symbolically "reaping" the fruit of your effort. consider the path you are on and where it leads further.

giving thanks or reflecting on what you are grateful for - also tied to the harvest theme, this could be about the people in your life, a fortunate life situation, your deities or anything else you may find valuable to give thanks to

grounding and magic that helps you overcome stress and anxiety - for a potentially more stressful time of year due to going back to work and/or school

conclusion

at the end of the day, what is most important is that you find value in celebrating the Autumn Equinox/Mabon, no matter what that is or how close it is to more traditional associations with autumn. there's no point in celebrating it if you're just following some prescribed steps and are not feeling connected to your spirituality or your environment. i encourage you, not only in this area, to build your own personalised practice that makes you feel happy and fulfilled and brings meaning into your life. for a long time i just followed what others said but trust me your practice can become much more engaging if you just do your own thing.

you also don't need to celebrate the wheel of the year at all. for me it's something that i've known for a very long time and it's comfortable to me however there are plenty other celebrations that stem from different cultures and religions that you could adopt instead.

do what you want as long as it makes you happy and doesn't hurt anyone in the process.

[cod-dump]

Its Father’s Day.

141 throws Price a big ol party

Surprise! Don't Kill Us!

Fam 141

___

Price has never celebrated Father's Day. He had no children of his own and he never had a good relationship with his own father, so the holiday was just never celebrated. But he never realized how lonely he was on this day until now. The boys had become his family and they all ran off that day to be with their families... Except Ghost, of course.

The man chose to stay and lurk around base (scaring those who were still there). Given it wasn't a big holiday like Christmas or Halloween, there wasn't anything worthwhile going on so Price gave everyone the choice to go spend the day how they see fit. He didn't expect Ghost to even know that it was Father's Day (man had a worse relationship with his own father than Price).

The day came and went and soon everyone was returning to base. Price was giving everyone day to get back into the swing of days (considering quite a few soldiers were hungover and he was in a relatively good mood). He didn't notice that he hadn't seen any of the boys come back and hadn't seen Ghost since yesterday until the sun began to set. Price wasn't worried (yet) so he just sent a text to the group chat to check and see where they were.

CPT. Price: Day's almost over. Have any of you come back to base yet? SGT. MacTavish: Yes sir! Just putting the finishing touches on something CPT. Price: On what?

He was left on read, none of the others even bothering to reply. That annoyed Price but at least told him that they were on base just goofing off somewhere. He got the feeling he wasn't going to get much out of any of the sergeants so he texted Ghost.

CPT. Price: Do you know what the sergeants are up to? LT. Riley: 😊

Price blinked at the very odd response. He has never seen Ghost reply to a message like that with an emoji. What is going on!? Any other messages he sent to Ghost were left on read, confirming that Ghost was in on whatever the sergeants were up to. That was never a good thing. Any past pranks that Ghost decided to support ended in pure chaos.

"Fucking hell..."

Price had two choices: Brace himself for whatever they were planning or go out and try to stop it before it got too far. He has no clue when they started it and he might be too late to stop it. But he could at least try.

Price checked surveillance to see if he could find any of the boys on base. He was able to spot Roach running into a meeting room with a box. Price groans, checking the location before he set out to see what they were doing. When he arrived at the room, he could hear Soap ranting about something while Gaz laughed and Ghost was making some comments. Price went to open the door when Roach opened it.

The sergeant saw Price, screamed, then slammed the door shut and locked it. Price could hear him tell the others that he was there.

"Boys! Whatever you're doing, stop it now. And open this door!"

After some hushed voices the door opens and Soap steps out. The door is cracked open with the other three troublemakers peeking out and blocking Price's view of whatever they were doing. Soap offers a charming smile as he leans on the door frame.

"Hey, Cap! How's things?"

Price glares and crosses his arms, "Came to see the 'finishing touches'."

Soap's eyes flicker to the side to look at the others (who were offering sheepish/nervous grins) before he straightens.

"Well, that particular thing is done but-"

"What are you boys doing?"

"A... thing... Don't worry about it-"

Price steps closer and glares down at Soap who squeaks.

"I am not cleaning up whatever mess this will cause."

"Won't be a mess, Cap! We swear! Just let us-"

"I'll leave it be once I determine myself it won't bring me a headache."

Soap blinks, looking back at Ghost who was shaking his head, before looking back at Price.

"Sorry, sir. No can do."

Price's eye twitches, "What?"

"You see, sir. What's going on beyond this door needs to be absolutely perfect before you can see it."

Price just stares, Soap forcing his smile to stay on his face despite his nervousness. Soap stares at the other three and Price guesses he missed the singal because Soap was back in the room in a blink of a eye and Ghost was in the hall instead. Price didn't even get to react before he was over Ghost's shoulder and the man was taking off down the hall with him.

"SIMON!"

"KEEP HIM BUSY, SI!"

Price struggles against Ghost's hold.

"Simon! Put me down this instant!"

Ghost doesn't comply and just continues to run through the base with Price over his shoulder. Price didn't want to hurt Ghost but the man wasn't responding to his yelling or him smacking his back, so he felt like he didn't have a choice but to kick things up a notch.

"FUCK!"

Price is dropped on the floor after he manages to knee Ghost in the chest. He scrambles to get up but Ghost grabs him from behind and puts him into a headlock. Price was beyond pissed by this point. Whatever the hell they were doing in that room couldn't be anything good if Ghost was going this hard to keep him out of there. Ghost wasn't trying to choke him or knock him out, he was just holding him while dragging him through the hall.

"Simon Riley! What the FUCK is going on in that room!?"

"When I get the go ahead you can go see for yourself. Until then-"

Ghost hauls Price into the air, arms around his chest as he starts to walk.

"I swear to whatever fucking god or divine force that's out there that if you don't let me go I'll-"

A bell sound makes Ghost drop Price, who smacks against the floor and lays there in a undignified position. He gets to his knees and turns to glare at Ghost who had wide eyes that screamed 'oh shit'. Price stands and Ghost holds a hand up while checking his phone, backing away from the fuming captain. After a second of looking at his phone screen, Ghost makes eye contact with Price before he takes off down the hall.

Price cusses at him while giving chase. Ghost seemed to be purposely hanging back so not to completely leave Price in the dust. For some reason that pissed off Price even more. So Price picks up it speed and when Ghost turns to look at him the man's eyes widened in surprise before he takes off even faster. Be it anyone else in Ghost's place, they might have been screaming and begging for mercy.

"SIMON RILEY!"

Ghost manages to get back into the room, the door being closed behind him. Price growls, stopping at the door. He was breathing hard as he checked to see if he locked it, and to his surprise, it wasn't. Price swings the door open, rage in his eyes.

"SIMON-"

Price freezes when he finally sees the inside of the room.

First off, there were brightly colored streamers hanging from the ceiling, a giant banner that said 'Happy Father's Day!', a table full of snacks-- And Farah and Nik? Price blinks, surprised to see them. Farah grins and walks over, Price noticing that Ghost was hiding behind Nik and the sergeants were hiding behind Ghost.

Farah hugs Price, "Happy Father's Day, old man!"

"Wh-What?"

Soap and Gaz lean out from behind Ghost, "Surprise! Please don't kill us!"

Roach peaks out from the other side of Ghost, "I wanted to give you a heads up but they stopped me!"

Nik was snickering, "I told them to tell you but they thought they could sneak this past you."

Farah tugs the stunned Price into the room. Price looks at her as she has him sit at a chair.

"Father's Day- What-"

"This is for you, John."

"Me? I'm not- I don't have kids, Nik."

A chorus of insulted gasps come immediately after he says that. Soap let's out a loud, dramatic sob as he hugs Gaz (who had the most exaggerated hurt look on his face).

"After all we've been through! You don't view us as your kids!?"

Nik laughs, "Hush, he's just learning that he adopted all of you."

"I DID!?"

Farah laughs, hugging Price's shoulders, "Yes, you did."

Ghost finally dares to leave from behind Nik, "Not officially but I don't think that really matters."

"I mean, to the government it matters," Roach said as he also stepped out from behind Nik, "But not to us! So, fuck the government and Happy Father's Day!"

Price blinks, staring at them. The rage of Ghost dragging him off gone, the initial shock of all of this, and now a new emotion was taking over. Price swallows hard, tears welling up in his eyes. He sees a bit of panic stir up in the boys but his vision is clouded by tears. He feels Farah tighten her hug on him.

"Things for being a weird, but great dad."

The dam broke and Price started to sob. Nik was on him, hugging him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Farah and Nik pulled away and Price wasn't given a chance to miss their contact before Roach was on him. Then Soap. Then Gaz- and finally Ghost. The chair held up longer than what anyone expected but it did give away. A loud crack was heard before they all fell to the floor.

"Damn it, Si! Your fat ass broke the chair!"

"Excuse me!?"

Soap and Ghost leave the pile and start a half-hearted fight. Roach and Gaz refused to move and just clung to Price. Price let's out a laugh, holding the two close. He can see Nik smiling at him.

"How does your first official Father's Day feel, Золотце?"

Price swallows as Farah holds up a camera, "Wonderful."

___

[heartfullofleeches]

"Bubby!"

Community spouse- How ever did they come up with such a brilliant name?

As hard as you may deny or laugh off the title, there was merit to the claim. Rain or shine, you were always there when your friends needed you. Some went so far as to have you as their emergency contact, others a shoulder to lend on. On birthdays, your messages were the first many would receive, and during the holidays not one person felt left out with your thoughtful presents and dedication to the case. Your efforts were expressly noted by those lonely hearts this Valentine's day, when you'd handcrafted them baskets filled of their favorite sweets and hand written cards. The addition of "from your dear friend" could've been left out for some, but they'd take what they could get.

Even now, the needs of others prioritize over your own. You pry yourself free from the arms at your neck to pass off the gift you had purchased for the one you all gathered here for, willfully letting yourself to be crushed in your friend's embrace once the task is completed. So close together. Like lovers. You greet them with a brisk kiss, your lips posed on their cheek for no more than a second. They lean to catch them with their own as you pull away, but by now you've wisened to their attempts.

"I have a name, you know." Your first addition to the conversation. It's easier to call out the lesser offense than air out their disregard for your personal space in front of everyone. Your tone is jovial and playful. Always one to defuse stressful situations, but never when you were at the center. If you kept it up they knew they'd wear you down eventually.

Just a little more.

"Awwwwe" They mewl; cheeks puffed, smile drooping as they card their fingers through the thin strands of hair at the base of your neck. "I can't give my cute little spouse a cute nickname? I ordered a cake for us to share too."

A snicker comes from across the table. The salt shaker rattles as someone else brings their foot down on the originator's foot.

"So - Y/n, you're coming out with us this weekend to celebrate my graduation still right?"

The change in atmosphere is almost palpable. "Won't miss it for anything else. Just let me know the time and location."

There's tug on your arm, nails clipping your skin through the layers of clothing meant to shield you.

"And you're still gonna be my date, riiiight? Since the last one bailed on me, and you're too good a friend to let me stay out by myself?"

"Yeah...I said I would, didn't I? Excuse me-" You rest your hand over theirs as you stand, peeling it from your shoulder as you walk off. Their eyes follow you as you depart - feigning innocence to the accusatory gazes pointed in their direction. You held their hand. It's really does like you're an old married couple sometimes. If only you weren't so difficult - then they wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to make you theirs. Your friend takes a drink of water as they turn back to the rest of the group.

"You're disgusting."

"Pardon?" They grab a napkin and dab at their face. "The waitress said their were no straws left, so I had no choice but you're right. Who knows if they clean their glasses properly."

"I'm talking about them. The way you throw yourself at Y/n is repulsive and won't make them like you anymore than the rest of us. They're nice to you because that's how they are and not because they're in love with you. You're their friend. If your little stunt doesn't work this weekend and they don't like you as you so claim, I'll fucking kill you myself-"

"It will work. Y/n loves me- Even if they don't now they will eventually. This attitude is why none of you will ever see them again once we're together. I can give them everything, while all you do is take. If you really don't think we'll be a perfect match, I can always show them those little notes from your messages and we can see their opinion on you is afterwards."

[ikemenlibrary]

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello, I seem to have found myself with an issue at work. My wife’s a demon. Literally. Her family hails from a realm of chaos but we met when she moved here for work. I talk about her fairly often so I had assumed all my coworkers were aware of her genus.

However, on Friday a couple of colleagues I don’t know so well pulled me aside to “discuss how I speak about my wife”. Apparently when I’ve been referring to my wife a demon they had been assuming I’m nothing more than a wife-hating misogynist. I unfortunately understand where they’re coming from; a lot of men my age do to speak poorly of their wives, but I adore mine! She’s the best thing that ever happened to me and when I call her a demon I say it with nothing but complete respect for her genus and her culture.

When they confronted me I panicked. All I could do was mutter some vague promise about doing better, then I scrambled to my car before they could say another word.

Since then I haven’t stopped thinking about what happened. Do people think I’ve been complaining about my wife for the last 20 years and have always been afraid to speak up? Or worse, do some of my acquaintances even support with that kind of behaviour?

In addition, should I speak to my colleagues about their assumptions about my wife’s genus? I’m rather uncomfortable that they heard “demon” and assumed I meant it both metaphorically and in a derogative manner. They’re generally nice people who were trying to call out what they perceived to be poor behaviour on my part. I don’t want to put them off intervening in future, but that doesn’t change their mistake now. I just don’t know what to do.

[Inspired by this post https://www.tumblr.com/acecorvid/744120113970790400]

Oh dear, reader. It sounds like you and your colleagues have got yourselves into a bit of an unnecessary muddle here. Fortunately, it's nothing a little clear communication can't help.

First of all, I absolutely agree that there is something problematic in their quickness to hear negativity and criticism in terminology relating to infernal species.

Based on the way you've spoken about your relationship here, it seems unlikely that you've been using this language while also speaking about your wife in a derogatory, dismissive way.

By failing to see these context clues and simply assuming you couldn't possibly be talking about an actual demon, your colleagues have shown their own sapio-centric bias.

At the same time, though, it's a good sign that they're willing to speak up against casual misogyny – even if their enthusiasm is, in this particular case, misplaced. You can use this good intention as a way to navigate the conversation itself.

Instead of telling them all the ways they're wrong, start off by acknowledging their efforts to push back against the patriarchy. Use this as a way to segue into the actual issue, letting them know that their willingness to speak up to you makes you feel able to correct their own misapprehension.

You don't need to belabour the point. However, I do think it's worth explicitly noting that it was a particularly unfortunate mistake to make, given how it feeds into sapio-centric culture in general and anti-infernal prejudice specifically.

Of course, this doesn't address your concerns about how you've been perceived by your friends and coworkers prior to this incident. Unfortunately, there's nothing to be done about people's past misapprehensions. At the same time, I wonder how realistic your concerns are.

You've known some of these people for 20 years. You speak about your wife often, and are supportive and enthusiastic about her culture. Presumably at some point you've mentioned engaging with her cultural practices, celebrating certain holidays and rituals, visiting family on other planes, and so on.

If anyone who's known you as long as all that still hasn't picked up on this, that's really on them.

As for worrying that you may have acquaintances who think you agree with their misogynistic views, the answer there is simple: do your actions otherwise indicate that you might be a person who would support such ideas?

If someone says or does something misogynistic in your presence, do you have the integrity to speak up about it? Are you involved in supporting equality and diversity in your workplace? Are you someone your friends and acquaintances could come to for support in the face of discrimination?

Most importantly, as the example with your colleagues demonstrates, are you a person who can hear criticism and make an effort to unlearn your own prejudices and preconceptions?

If you can answer yes to those questions, you have nothing to fear. You are already doing what you can do push back against structures of inequality and prejudice, and are in little danger of being mistaken for a bigot. And if not, you have some next steps to take on that journey.

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[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[nervosims]

my gameplay rules

I constantly allude to the existence of gameplay rules, but I've never outright made a dedicated post about them... so here it is! I'll make a dedicated video for this at some point, but enjoy this lovely wall of text <3.

link to the dedicated video: here!

general gameplay style

I'm quite fast and loose with my gameplay. I'm primarily wants-based, but sometimes I want sims to do certain things so I'll just make it happen. If a sims doesn't roll a want to do certain things, however, then I won't make them do it (i.e going to college). If they roll the want to skip work, sometimes I'll let them do it 'cause it brings chaos.

So, basically, if anything sounds fun, I'll probably do it. I find it hard to stick to rules that are too strict, so most of mine are general rules of thumb. If I ever find myself getting bored, I rarely ever blame the game. The game is pretty kooky, so if nothing crazy is happening, it means I'm simply not allowing anything to happen.

I play with 7 day rounds! Using this mod that makes seasons 7 days long, I just play the whole week. Plus, any holidays I may want my sims to celebrate will be on the Sunday!

🧓 aging and death

Marticore has a great video on Sims 2's aging system, so I pretty much abide by that. Aging sims up when they receive that one day until their birthday notification. I use the Nice Lifespan mod, which adds a bunch of days and makes things make a bit more sense. I also edited the mod to age them up at midnight (because 6pm aging makes no sense).

Because my lifespan is so much longer, I recently started playing with slower skilling all-around. Using the 6-hr version of this mod.

Also, a higher a witch/warlock's alignment is, the longer they live (with the help of BO's slow aging controller). That's why Olive is still very much alive in my game, she's max alignment so she ages once a week.

When a sim is nearing death, I keep in mind inheritance. I use SimNopke's Inventory Inheritance to give away any stray items to their next of kin. If the sims owns a house, then the ownership goes to the child with the highest relationship. If the sims doesn't have any kids, then it goes to their spouse. If they aren't married, it goes to a very close friend. If they don't meet any of those requirements (bro how?!), then I sell the house and give the money to the orphanage.

I also really like playing with trans sims! I'm nonbinary myself so I need to project, obviously <3. So I roll a 5% chance of transing their gender... as a little treat. I'm still in the process of figuring out this mod, that'll let me have the memory of transitioning.

Death is also final in my game (with some extreme caveats). So, sims can't get resurrected unless the sim resurrecting is lvl 10 paranormal, and max witch alignment. And, anyone who's besties with tha sim gets to resurrect a sim of their choice. It's sort of a punishment for letting a sim die.

🌠 aspiration and personality

Sophie the Puffin has an absolutely killer aspiration calculator. I calculate everyone's secondary aspiration, and usually set them. Though, this can change depending on how I'm feeling. If I feel like it doesn't suit them, then I simply just won't set it.

I use the aspiration calculator to age up sims from child to teen as well! Using this interest age mod, it allow child sims to have more varied interests. I kinda stick to their secondary aspirations, because I can't be bothered to change it.

💼 career, education, and finances

I tried using Edukashun is Gud and… it just doesn’t make sense that I can’t be a Lvl 10 Criminal because I don’t have a degree. Like, that’s so silly. So I use Doctors Need Degrees that’s way more detailed. 

Unless a sim wants to go to college, I won’t make them go. They need to roll the want on their birthday (or the day before). Once they do roll that want, I note down the day they moved out and play the family as normal. I play a whole round before I move the sims back in, to simulate time passing while they were in college. College is free, because you should never pay for education, but accommodation isn’t so sims will probably need to take out loans (4% interest rate)  to pay for bills and the like. If my sims don’t want to pass the year, they won’t (but if they roll a fear of failure, they can pass). I just play it by ear.

Of course, semester changes is used… I’m not a lunatic.

No 20k handouts is an absolute godsend, so that’s an absolute must for me. Usually, graduates move out into apartments, but with the Tenancy and Landlord mod by Monique, I can have them rent out a house. This is what I’ve currently been doing with my La Fiesta Tech grads.

Child support is also a thing! It’s super handy, and also adds some challenge to managing finances.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 family

Romance sims have a 35% of giving their child up for adoption (or giving their child to their partner). They don’t wanna get bogged down with responsibilities! Similarly, they can’t try for baby (unless secondary family). Unless they roll a fear for having a baby, I won’t put them on birth control. And I’ll only take them off of birth control when they roll a want to have a child. If they roll this fear while pregnant, I terminate the pregnancy (1st trimester only).

I also nabbed this rule from a reddit thread:

Though, I’ll still give the child away, family sim or not. I think it’s pretty realistic to feel in over your head with something as major as a child.

Getting your child taken away is also harder in my game, because I play with kids and pets unattended. You actively need to be evil for your kid to be taken away.

Aliens can impregnate/be impregnated regardless of the situation. They’re aliens! Don’t think about it!

I don’t have a hard and fast rule for number of children permitted (how dystopian), but I have a general rule of thumb. A romance/pleasure sim won’t want to have 3 kids probably, so 1 or 2 is alright.

No super fertility because I love my life! And I play with a quads mod, so I truly do not need it.

And if a gay/infertile couple want a genetic child, they need to either be lvl 10 of the science career (or be best friends with someone who is).

💞 romance

ACR my beloved &lt;3. And romantic standards! I find ACR makes everyone horny freaks, so having romantic standards adds some challenge. Plus, it makes it much harder to just force a relationship. I don’t play with teen/adult romance — nor do I play with teen pregnancy. There’s no rush to have kids! They have the rest of their lives.

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Anyway hopefully this adds some context to what I’m thinking of when I play the game. Maybe you’ll adopt some of these rules too? Maybe I’ll add some more? I’ll be sure to update when I do!