#without thougts

[uwhe-arts]

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[psychologeek]

I have these thoughts, about how fucked up it is that people use "genocide" and "holocaust" BECAUSE it's jews and a Jewish state they talk about.

How, even if it was genocide-

(it's not)

- out of 15 shades of genocide in the last century, you make sure to compare to something that happened to us.

That is still happening, because this is what being Jewish is-

"that in every generation", we say every year, "they are standing for us to parish us."

"שבכל דור ודור עומדים עלינו לכלותנו".

And the "them" isn't spesified (it's not like it's one. And they keep changing. Whoever has the power to.)

And it is present, continues, because it is ALWAYS and it's a warning and a promise and a reminder. It's happening. Now, tomorrow - it's coming.

Always.

I think about over two thousands bloody years.

I think about the way the holocaust shaped us -

The way The Destruction shaped us -

Two thousand years of blood and exiles and -

From the burning of The House to the burning homes in the ghettos.

I think about the way HaKhurban, The Destruction, is one word. A Name.

(there's one, big event)

I think the way HaShoa, the Disaster, is one word. A name.

I think about the destruction of the foundation, of Dat and Bnei Israel and the way it had to be shifted, as a way of life that is so inherently related to land, that it took about hundreds of years to make the transition from a Home, Beit HaMikdash, meaning "house of the hollying" to smaller houses of worship, Batey Knesset, meaning "houses of gathering".

I think about turning from a nation to smaller communities, Kehilot.

I think about destruction and ashes and death.

I think about shattered glass and people burning with holly places, and I don't know if it's 80 or 2000 years ago.

I think about destruction

I think about glass, melting in the heat. Turning to new shapes.

I think about waves, going back and forth.

I think about the doors of Nikanor, and a hidden basket on the Nile, and overcrowded ships.

I think about communities burning, living behind one from town, two from family. An ember saved from the Pyre.

I think about the destruction of communities.

I think about the re-forging of a nation.

(it isn't pretty. It isn't gentle. It is broken and painful and destructive and heat)

I think about Rabi Akiva looking at the destroyed Kodesh HaKodashim, the Holliest chamber in the Holliest place, where even the Kohen Gadol can only enter once a year.

I think about foxes running around, in the violated, broken sanctuary.

(I think about bones, dry and old, rising from their graves and forming a structure. I think about the pain of recreating neurons and muscles and skin)

I think about Rabi Akiva, and remember -

(He laughed)

[scoups4lyfe]

I fking knew it

👀

George, hand me the binoculars

[gothmothgoblin]

december is hard bc its cold and dark and where is the sun? no one is around and everyone is upset. everyone is broke and reliving shit w their family from the past and grieving another year lost and worrying for the future. all the plants are dead and everyone is sick and everyones lips are chapped, noses raw.

its so hard for me to leave my room its so hard for me to get up its so hard for me to remember all the reasons i have been getting up this whole time.

my friends leave to go home and come back Different but never Okay

[hummingbooks]

Today is a day I'm (again) questioning whoever allowed me to become a legal adult, left to their on devices

[six-demon-bag]

hmmm watched all of stampede yesterday, maybe i should continue my trend of couch merging and watch all of 98 today too

[chalk-homunculus]

There's a few good irl friends we have that we unfortunately don't live very close to, but every time we do see them I can tell a part of our brain feels relieved in the sort of "home with my people" type of way. It's just that, on some level I also realize that's just us. We've always felt a bit like an outsider, even in groups where we're technically "allowed in" if that makes any sense. It's like... I can see the complicated, colourful strings that connect all those people to eachother, histories, inside jokes, and all- but for us, at best, we'll have one or two of those strings, connected to maybe one or two people, while theirs are fully woven, like fabric. We may be developing a few spider-silk like threads with some of them if we're lucky, but we're still obviously just a frayed edge, something to either burn off or patch over. And we're all too aware of this, and it makes us overthink. Interacting with people, even when we WANT to, is exhausting and stressful, because we think over every single thing we said, every single reaction we picked up from people around us, every single topic- and even the slightest perceived negative reaction (oh gods, did the way we worded this upset person 1? Oh no, did the way I explained that annoy person 4? What if the way I talked about this other thing was unclear, does person 2 think badly of us now because they think we were describing our own opinions?) Becomes a ghost in our head that keeps haunting us until we either know for sure it's been sorted out (which often annoys people, that we want to go over the same damn things a million times out of insecurity) or it cracks us and makes us entirely sabotage and burn that bridge ourselves, before anyone else can (because we've fooled ourselves into thinking that if it's us that burns the bridge, it won't hurt as much and it's better for them that way). It's the way we've become so flighty and quick to flee and run from people, that's in contradiction with the constant desire to make meaningful connections and have close friends. It's just another thing we're working on in therapy, but it feels like this one is one of the biggest struggles and I feel bad about it, not for our sake, but for those few actually strong bond friendships we have, where those friends have to put up with us being terrified of their larger friend group because no matter what we feel like a disconnected outsider

[guardianspirits13]

I was getting so so ready to say “ok this is just another exposition episode to expand on the lore” and then thE FUCKING SWORD SWAP THING HAPPENED?? PERSEUS JACKSON YOU’RE GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS AND THEY’RE GONNA DRAG YOU TO THERAPY SO HELP ME POSEIDON-

anyways pjo ep 4 thougts in summary:

- sassy grover

-lore drop!

-foofy

-i think the lack of percy’s pov is making the exposition feel a little more stunted

-percy’s self-worth issues started waaaay before…whenever i first noticed them before? I guess they’ve always been there but now they are crystal clear as day

-“thalia made me earn it” unironically love how they’re characterizing thalia!! like that makes so much sense for her to be so closed off after losing jason (the first time) and dealing with her shitty mom, the only kind of love she knows is the conditional kind. she had to earn her mom’s love so now annabeth has to earn hers.

-baby percy. baby percy baby percy. my tiny son.

-fucking LOVE that Percy’s fear of drowning has made its way into this story, like he distrusts water like he distrusts his dad and over time he will become more comfortable with both im cryingggg

-‘baby monster’ implies that either there are multiple chimeras, or that every generation it has to relearn how to hunt

-even without a monster following me i would NEVER get into that Arch elevator that thing looks like a death trap. Really giving me oceangate vibes (･_･;)

-never thought percy jackson of all characters would be my pathetic sad wet cat boy but here we are

anyways not the most exciting episode but the best moments are things i would have sold my soul to see 5 years ago so it evens out

[complete-clownery]

I just want them to be friends 🐵

Btw i'm watching the whole series rn, after episode 14 I have a vague idea of whats going on but I dont understand a word, not to mention I sped the whole thing up to get it over quicker so its funny af

~SPOILER~

But yeah so far im at episode 30 and ik it doesnt make a whole lot of sense since we didn't see Jade Rabbit and Macaque interact that much, but in my head in the begining of the series they became really good friends after the "ears incident", but after Wukong left, bc of Macaque declinening mental health they just sowly fell further and further appart and jade rabbit didn't understand why was this and could only see her friend's worsening condition and do nothing about it (and this happened in thd course of 7 years cuz even tho in the series it doesnt seem that long in the book Wukong was away for 7 years, and I'd like to think thats the case here too)((I mean maybe a bit longer than 7 years cuz there was also that vilage he spent maybe 5(???) years in learning human behavior and language but im too lazy to search it out of my book, so +/- 10 years))

Also I think even tho Macaque was mad and was a jelous little bitch, Wukong leaving only made things worse for him, feeling betrayed even more and left behind on top of all that other shit that was going on inside his head

Its so funny to me how every Six Eared Macaque adaptation is getting majorly fucked up (he got posessed in both series lmfao)

Oh and obviously I have transed their gender, I think maybe nobody noticed or educated them (cuz (other head canon) he was adopted by the monkey clan since in the original book (jttw) hes also a celestial primate just like the stone monkey, without parents) so everyone thougt they were a boy for some reason, but everyone was really suprised after puberty began to hit Macaque

Tho that didn't made the clan treat him differently cuz nobody really cared and Macaque doesnt give a flying fuck about it either

I also think it would be funny, when Wukong returned he would notice Macaques chest and just casualy ask him how did he got those (he wasnt really educated on the subhect either) and Macaque would be like: "no idea. You didn't get any?" and both of them would be really confused

Later Jade Rabbit gave them a little lesson about it

So yeah even tho I dont understand this serie at all i think its cool af, enjoying it a lot 😎👍

[everythingroyalty]

dyin to know your thougts on the photo gate👀

My thoughts is 1.) I can't remember when I've last enjoyed twitter like I currently do. Like, I've been in a pretty bad place recently and I can't wait for Friday when my therapist asks me what's made me feel happy for the first time in weeks and I get to show her this:

And 2.) It is not lost on me how for GOD KNOWS which time, the W&K stans and their prejudice are caught in 4k again. NOW royals are entitled to privacy (something they still sneer at the Sussexes for wanting), NOW it's nORmAL to want to eNhAnCe photos (can't count the amount of times they've accused the Sussexes of doing just that – funny how only one couple has had numerous international news agencies RETRACT a photo because of manipulation 🥲), NOW a 42-year-old is a "young woman" (don't hate that ❤️) who is "being bullied" (but without fail every time Meghan opens her mouth, they have endless shit to spew about her being a gRoWn woman cOmPLaiNiNg – lest we forget when W&K stans dunked on her for writing an essay about her miscarriage 🤡).

As for the photo: I think the ridiculously obvious explanation is that they used a photo from November 2023. Nothing strange or new about that, they often use archive photos for occasions like that. Many royals do. Look at Vincent and Josephine's birthday photo this year. KP's problem is that they wanted the public to think it was a new photo to sate the obsession with wanting to see Kate post-surgery. So the doctoring (not made by Kate, let's just get that settled 🤣) wasn't about enhancements or wanting the kids to "look their best" but about changing bits and bobs of the clothing so people wouldn't notice it's an archive photo.

So now W&K are in a pickle because someone in their staff made up entirely of dingdongs has the photoshop skills of an earthworm. And everyone's like "just release the original!" But they can't because then people will know they were trying to make an old photo look recent which will only add to the "where tf is Kate?" frenzy. And in reality, Kate probably has her reasons for not wanting to go on camera right now which is so legitimate. Meanwhile William's little army of Eton yes-men – whose entire job description up until now has been "1. validate William, 2. throw the Sussexes under the bus" – are literally so inept at actual communications work that with every single move, they make KATE'S situation worse.

[polakina]

in the shadows

rating: explicit

outline: after a botched mission, everyone's on a knife's edge. you take yourself outside while everyone is in the food hall, feeling like a cigarette will calm your anger. Ghost joins you, and the both of you find a better way to let out a bit of frustration.

warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, smoking, dirty talking, dirty thougts

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

masterlist

II

To express it lightly, that mission was the most fucked up you'd had in a long time. No one spoke the whole ride home. Not even Soap, which surprised you.

After Ghost had finished his long lecture, his shouts were heard even above the helicopter blades, nobody even dared look in his direction after that. You sat there quietly, between two other soldiers who looked down at their black boots as you did, their breathing quiet enough to go almost unheard. It would take Riley a while to come down from his rage after this one, that was for sure.

If only that one shot hadn't been fired early by that idiot with a trigger-happy hand, perhaps it would have all gone a different way. Then Hassan and his men wouldn't have scattered into the shadows and your team might have actually had something to bring back to base other than your sorry asses. You cast a glance over to the newbie soldier who caused your fuck up, and he never managed to meet your eye. He was surely in for a whooping when you got back to base.

"Right," Ghost's voice echoed throughout the carrier, everyone's heads spinning to face him as he stood in the center of the metal box. "Everyone reports back to their bunks when we land, get yourselves cleaned and fed and meet me and Vargas in the meeting room for a debrief in an hour." That was all he said. The second you landed, he left without a word, the rest of you following in his wake.

"How long do you think until he's calmed down after this one?" Soap asked you quietly as the two of you walked back to your rooms, everyone dispersing behind their own doors without a sound.

"Well, remember last time?" You mused, hearing Soap's grunt of acknowledgement. "He was pissed off about that for almost two weeks. But this, this is worse. I won't be surprised if he doesn't speak to us for at least a month after this." Soap just hummed, agreeing silently.

"Then let's just pray it passes quickly, eh? We've gotta get this job done one way or the other, and I'd rather it be without having one eye on the target and the other on Ghost." You both nodded in agreement before returning to your respective rooms, which happened to be opposite one another. Once back inside your room, you stripped off your clothing and were happy to be greeted with hot water on your back as soon as stepping into the wet room. 

After cleaning the dirt and blood from your hair and body, you changed into more comfier clothes, happy to feel soft pants and a simple cotton shirt on your skin once again. You remained in your room for a while, stretching out your sore muscles and kneading the knots in your back and legs from being on your feet the whole day, running and hoisting yourself over more fences than you cared to count.

After an hour or so, you heard the guys from the unit all leaving their rooms to head to the kitchen to find food, rambling and shouting like schoolboys as they passed your door, banging on it childishly to call you for dinner. You didn’t join them, not feeling much of an appetite after the day you’d had. But you were in the mood for nicotine. It seemed to be all that cleared your head and calmed you after a mission. You could hear Price in the back of your mind telling you how those things could kill you. You heard yourself responding to him the same every time, “yes but a bullet would kill me faster, and I still face those everyday”. He’d stopped commenting on it after that.

Taking your pack of cigarettes and a lighter off your nightstand, one gifted to you by Ghost three years ago with a skeleton on the metal case, you made your way outside. Using the back door which was accessible walking past the kitchen where the boys were sitting eating, you gave a small smile as they called to you, waving over. Ghost was sat amongst them, besides Soap at the bench table in the center of the room. He glanced at you as you walked away, noting that you left through the backdoor and got up to follow you out.

“Everything good, L.T?” Soap asked him, watching him stand from his seat.

“All good, Soap. Just gonna check up on her for a sec,” Ghost responded, his Mancunian accent seeping through the gruffness of his voice. Soap just nodded acknowledgingly and said nothing more, digging into his meal. 

You lit your cigarette, sitting on the pile of military weapon cargo boxes stacked outside the tent. Breathing in the smoke, you cast your eyes over to the setting sun dipping behind the mountains that encircled your base camp. It was pretty, the sky painted an array of purples and oranges. But your silent moment was cut off by the door shutting rather harshly to your left. It made you jump. Ghost chuckled lowly for only himself to hear.

“Not hungry, I’m guessing?” Ghost speculated, leaning against the cargo boxes next to you. 

You shook your head, taking another puff and blowing it out into the passing wind. “Not really. Just ready to get back out there, honestly.” That made Ghost raise a brow, looking over at you for a second. 

“So soon?” He inquired.

“Of course,” you inhaled once again, taking a moment to let the smoke drift down your throat. “Never leave a mission unfinished, right?” Ghost grunted approvingly, nodding his head slightly.

“Right,” he smiled slightly, seeing you nod in agreement out of the corner of his eye. “You gotten any sleep recently? You’ve been a little out of it the past few weeks.”

That made you turn your head. “There’s a rookie that fired early who deserves a seeing to, but you’re asking about me because you think I’m out of it?” You asked aback at his words. 

“Woah, I already spoke to the kid. Well, spoke is a soft term for how I said it, it was more shouting.”

“More like screaming,” you mumbled. “We all heard you from our rooms, Riley. It was pretty harsh.”

“You think I was too hard on him?”

“No, he deserved it. Our mission fell apart. Fuck knows when we’re going to get another chance,” you breathed out, the annoyance lacing your tone. And Ghost could hear it. He patted your leg comfortingly.

“We’ll get them next time, love. Don’t worry,” he assured you. It was a strange feeling, not a bad one, just strange. Riley comforting you, being…sweet. You liked it. 

The two of you had known eachother for years, been through hell together. Brought eachother back from the dead on more than one occasion. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for eachother, nothing you hadn’t already done for eachother. But this was new, his sweeter side coming through. 

“You did good today, love. Real good. Despite everything, I always got you to count on,” he admitted, leaning into this kinder side that had grown on him. His hand stayed firmly planted on your thigh, his thumb circling over your pants. You made no move to stop him. You liked the feel of his palm on your leg, thumb drifting over it slowly. 

“Wouldn’t have gotten through it without you, Lieutenant,” you smiled, looking over at him. He chuckled, and you joined him. Your cigarette was half smoked, the ash on the precipice of falling to the ground. You felt it being taken from your hand, Ghost pulling the front of his balaclava down with the same hand he held the cigarette with before bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply.

You instinctively looked ahead, not wanting to invade the thing he kept most private. You heard his exhale, seeing the puff of smoke out of your peripheral. It was itching at you, to look at him. Even for just a second. But you refrained. You had to. 

“I can practically feel you trying to keep your eyes off me. It’s sort of amusing,” Ghost huffed a laugh, taking another hit of the cigarette in his fingers.

“Excuse me, I can keep my eyes to myself, thank you very much,” you smiled, a teasing tone coming through your voice. “Who said I wanted to look at you anyway?”

“Ah okay, love. So I’ll just pretend I don’t catch you looking at me during meetings, hmm?” He teased back, grip tightening on your thigh a little. 

“Don’t know what you mean, Lieutenant,” you smirked, feeling his eyes on you all of a sudden.

“Since when did you call me, Lieutenant,” Ghost asked, inquisitively. “Ever since I made this rank, you’ve never used the title.”

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, still looking ahead. 

“Going all quiet on me all of a sudden, soldier? That’s not like you at all.” You still said nothing, you just heard Ghost pushing himself off the cargo boxes and walking around to stand in front of you. Your eyes averted, again off instinct. You looked down, seeing his legs standing between yours. “Say what’s on your mind, love.”

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself. “There’s nothing to say, boss.”

“Uh huh.” He was not convinced. Neither were you, to be honest. “You gonna look me in my eyes and tell me that?”

You hesitated, and Ghost waited for a few seconds. But as everyone in the team knew, he grew impatient and took matters into his own hands. You felt his gloved hand cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his.

Your eyes widened as you met eyes with Ghost. His face. It was uncovered by his balaclava that he never seemed to take off. You couldn’t help but stare. Before, you’d only ever seen his eyes, but now you saw the whole picture.

“What? Cat got your tongue, soldier?” That smile. You could look at it forever. The small dimple that formed on his right cheek, the little creases in his face when he smiled. He really was beautiful. “See something you like?”

“I…” your words had escaped you as you looked up at the man looming over you, a smirk now present on his face at your awed expression. “Maybe I do.”

He just hummed, the smirk never leaving his face. His free hand stayed on your jaw, stroking patterns into your cheek, while the other flicked away the cigarette in his hand. “Oh yeah?” There was a mischievous look in his eye that didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Riley, I-”

“Uh uh, no,” he said, silencing you immediately as you looked up at him expectantly. “You can refer to me by my proper title, can’t you, soldier?” That low, gruff tone sent something racing through you. The way he looked down at you with dark, piercing eyes, eager for something. Something you couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Yes,” you breathed, leaning into his touch.

Then his fingers tightened on your jaw. “Yes, what?”

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned down, mere inches from your face. 

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

You didn’t know what had gotten into Ghost, but you were loving this new side of him. 

“Good.” He pulled your face closer to his, and you could practically feel his breath on your cheek. “Now you tell me if you want me to stop, love.”

Your response came amost instinctively. “I don’t want you to stop.”

All you saw was a flash of a smile before his lips met yours. You melted into his touch, feeling his hands on your thighs, your hips, gripping you softly wherever he could. His lips moved against yours perfectly, and you felt a light scratch of stubble against your chin and cheeks. His face was warm, most likely from the humidity falling over the dark sky, and it was a comforting feeling against your colder cheeks. 

His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you wasted no time letting him explore you with it. You practically moaned against his mouth, and Ghost pulled you flush against him, your legs pressed against the sides of his thighs.

He was loving this. Feeling you settle into his arms, your legs clenching around his thighs, your hands grabbing at his arms and shoulders. He needed you. As much as he’d want to get you back to his room for more privacy, he was more than ready to take her right out here. And so were you. 

His hands drifted down your back to your ass, unde ryour pants to cup your flesh, enjoying the way you moaned into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. You let your hands wander down, feeling the muscle under his black vest, until you felt your fingertips reach the cold metal buckle of his belt. You smiled against his lips, and he knew where you were taking this. 

You unclipped the belt hastily, smooth motions until the clasp fell apart and dangled low. The buttons came next, you undid them without letting your lips leave his. His hands followed suit, reaching around to the front to swiftly unzip your soft tan pants and tug them down your legs. The backs of your thighs were hit with the cold, hard plastic of the cargo box, mingled with the warmthness of Ghost’s hands on you. 

He pulled away, not before kissing your cheek, leaving you breathless and wanting. He smiled down at you, seeing in your eyes how much you wanted him, reflecting in his own of how badly he needed you. Right now. 

“Please,” you whispered, as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, pulling it down gently. Your hand slid into his pants, palming the hardness starting to form between his legs. He groaned quietly, and you could see the expressions on his face more clearly than ever. It was even better than you could have imagined. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth slightly open as your hand wrapped around his dick, moving it up and down so you could hear more of his pretty noises. 

Dragging your thumb over the tip brought most of his reaction, a short whine falling from his lips as you gathered his pre cum on your thumb, dragging it down his dick and repeating the motion until he palced his hand over yours.

“Don’t get me too excited all at once, sweetheart,” Ghost breathed, huffing a laugh quietly. “I still got you to take care of, don’t I?” With that, he knelt before you, never taking his eyes off you, and pulled your tan pants down to your ankles along with your underwear. Ghost smirked, seeing how wet you were already, practically glistening in the moonlight which seeped through the ashy clouds. 

He wasted no time in burying himself between your thighs, licking and sucking with an undying hunger. One thing you noticed is that he never looked away from you. He kept them on you, at your expressions, the way your head tipped forward and your mouth fell open as his lips wrapped around your clit. 

You didn’t realise how touch starved you were, nor how much he was either, until you felt your skin on one another. Letting your head roll back, you let out a small whimper as his finger pushed inside of you. Fuck, the man had bigger hands than you thought. 

But then he stopped, stopped moving his finger inside of you and stopped his tongue from moving in its perfect way. “No, sweetheart. You don’t get to look away from me now. I’ll only keep going if you keep your eyes on me,” he instructed, no room for negotiation in his tone. So you complied, looking down at his lust riddled eyes and not breaking contact. That’s when he smirked back up at you. “Good to know you can still follow orders, soldier.”

Then he resumed, fast paced and unruly as he fucked you on his finger before adding a second, taking his time to make sure you were ready for him. Your legs started to lose control and your legs began to shake, so you had your hand on the back of his head for support. And also to pull him closer. 

You felt yourself nearing your limit, your orgasm just mere moments away from taking over your body. But he pulled away just before you could come, leaving you wanting and restless.

“Fuck, no wait, Simon. Please,” you begged, holding his hand where it was and praying he would continue. The smirk on his face already told you your answer.

“Well, you’ve got a decision to make here,” he toyed, removing his fingers and placing them in his mouth, revelling at your taste before speaking again. “I can either keep going like this…” he leaned up so his lips were right next to your ear. “Or I can bend you over this cargo and fuck you until you learn to call me by my rank, soldier. ”

You already knew exactly what you wanted.

Before you knew it, the Leiutenant had you bent over the hard plastic boxes, your pants down by your ankles while his pants were unzipped and what laid beneath his boxers ached to be inside you.

Your fingers gripped the edge of the box as you felt him push inside you slowly, filling you in one singular move. He groaned as he felt you clench around his dick, the noises as he rocked back and forth inside you were music to his ears. You covered your mouth with one hand as he moved faster, gripping your hips and fucking you at an unrelenting pace. The cargo boxes creaked with your combined weight, if the guys weren’t being as loud as they were with the music playing in the background, they definitely would have heard you.

Ghost saw your hand covering your mouth and took it upon himself to wrap his hand around your wrist and pull it away, pinning the hand behind your back. “No, no, love. Don’t be hiding those pretty noises from me.”

“But…”

His grip tightened on your wrist, not hard enough to bruise, just hard enough so you felt it. “But what, soldier?”

“They might hear, Leuitenant,” you whimpered, and you heard a low chuckle in response. You felt his other hand leave your hip and tighten around your hair, pulling your head back so it was practically next to his.

“Sweetheart, if they hear those lovely little moans you’ve been making for me, then they’ll be so lucky,” he whispered before thrusting into your particularly hard and earning a gaspy breath from you. “There we go, baby.”

His praises, his words, his voice…it was like a drug to you and you were entirely addicted to it. You needed more, you craved it. 

You could feel yourself growing close once again, and from the looks of it, so did Simon. So he didn’t hold back, he gave you exactly what you needed. W one hand on your lower back to push you down, the other gripped your hip with vigour as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open as your fingernails dug into the harsh plastic against your skin. 

“Come on, love. I know you’re close. Come for me, baby. Come on my cock like a good girl.”

Good girl.

That sent you over the edge. You clamped down on his cock almost as hard as your teeth clamped down on your lip, stopping the loud whines of Simon’s name be heard by everyone on your team. He felt you release onto his dick, your juices drownong his cock, sending him spiralling over the edge straight after you. Unleashing a guttaral groan, you felt him finish inside you, coating your walls in his come. Red walls painted white. 

He leant back, smiling to himself as he watched it leak out of you, smiling even more so when he heard your needy whine as he pulled his cock out of your soaked pussy. Leaning down, Simon kissed the side of your head before pulling your pants up and covering your body as though he hadn’t just torn them down to be deep inside you. 

“Simon,” he heard you breathe out as you turned to face him, seeing him tuck himself away and zip his pants back up.

He cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eye. “You did so good, love.” His thumb caressed your cheek affectionately and you smiled back up at him. Hsi lips met yours for a soft kiss, and his lips met your cheek for another. “We should go back in before they think we got lost.”

You chuckled in agreement, pushing yourself upright off the box and feeling your legs wobble a little. Simon noticed.

“You gonna be good to walk back in? Or do you need some help, soldier?” Simon teased with a smirk on his lips. 

“Fuck off,” you joked, chuckling as you playfully batted away his hand that was extended out to you. “I can walk just fine, thank you, Leuitenant.” You were lying to yourself and he knew it, you could feel the way your legs shook as you tried to take a step. 

He led you back inside, his hand on the small of your back. You were greeted with the warm, aromatic smell of food and the sounds of your teammates conversing amongst one another. Soap was the first to wave you over.

“Was wondering where you two were. Thought Ghost might have been complaining over that mission,” he murmured as you passed him, sitting beside him in what used to be Ghost’s seat. 

“No, he wasn’t complaining,” you smirked, feeling Ghost pass by you and sit on your right side. He huffed a chuckle to himself at your words. You’re right, he certainly wasn’t complaining. Underneath the table you felt his hand glide across your thigh, firmly planting his palm on your leg, squeezing it gently before letting his thumb trace patterns over your soft pants.

You all sat there for a while, talking and joking, all the while you could feel the memory of Ghost between your legs, the evidence still on your inner thighs. You were definitely going to need another shower after this. 

You felt a whisper in your ear and it almost made you jump.

“Planning on staying in your own bed tonight, soldier? Or do you like the idea of keeping me company in mine?” Ghost mumbled in your ear, his hand travelling the slightest bit higher.

Leaning in, you matched the level of his voice so it was unheard amongst anyone else. “I’ll join you, as long as I can shower first.”

You heard a low grunt in return. “Is that an invitation?”

You smiled, leaning further in until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Let’s see where the night takes us, shall we, Leuitenant?”

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[jobean12-blog]

Hey Jo,

I know it’s been a while, but I’m back with my Tiktoks. Saw this and instantly thought of Chubby!Bucky. Could you write something? Thanks. ❤️ https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMF4DBn4F/

Ring! Ring!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,417

Summary: You buy yourself a little something fun and try it out on Bucky.

Author's Note: Hi sweets! You know I just love this stuff and I'm so glad you sent it my way! Thank you bunches! Hope you enjoy this! Hugs! 💕I I know you said chubby!bucky whom I love, but I didn't specifiy anything so he can be any Bucky like! I also made him a gamer bc I thougt that would be cute and it got away from me a bit and totally GOT SILLY but I couldn't help it! I love writing these ridiculous moments with Bucky and he deserves all the fun and laughs and KISSES (and bjs) Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you my sweet! ��

Warnings: fun and silly fluff, teasing, kisses, Alpine fun, some implied sexy times (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

You stand in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smiling. Bucky is sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and the video game controller placed between them as he mashes the buttons and yells at Sam over his headphones. Alpine is lounging across the back of the couch, an occasional swat aimed at Bucky’s head as Bucky weaves and dips with the motions of the game.

You carefully take the small pink bell out of the drawer and place it on the counter, promptly starting to press the top to make it ring.

After about thirty seconds of incessant ringing, both Bucky and Alpine turn their heads toward the kitchen with pinched faces.

“Doll!” Bucky starts, looking around. “Do you hear that ringing?”

He pulls one headphone off and rests it against his head so he can hear better.

Your grin widens.

“Oh…you mean….” And you ring the bell several more times, “this ringing?”

Bucky’s eyes move to your hand and the little bell before he grumbles to Sam to “hang on” and gets up.

“What the hell….?” He muses as he walks closer and picks it up.

He holds it in his palm and reads the writing along the side.

“Ring for a kiss,” he says aloud.

You reach over and press the top to make it ring again, then pucker up.

“Where did you get this?” he asks as he leans over to kiss you.

“I found it on Amazon,” you giggle. “Now I can have kisses whenever I want!”

“But you can always have kisses whenever you want,” Bucky croons.

“Mmm,” you muse, eyeing him. “Really? Whenever I want?”

“Uh…yeah!” he scoffs, looking at you incredulously.

“What about that time you and Sam were about to beat that boss and I came over to sit with you and wanted a kiss and somehow it was my fault you died and you were mad and then I was mad and no one got kisses…”

He narrows his eyes.

“Well…that was once. And you got plenty of kisses after!”

“That’s only because you felt bad!” you huff.

You stare each other down and without taking your eyes off him you reach up and ring the bell again.

He gives you another kiss before turning and hopping over the back of the couch to sit, much to Alpine’s displeasure. Just as he’s fixing his headphones and telling Sam he’s back, you ring the bell again.

His head slowly turns your way and he smiles sweetly, mumbling to Sam that he’ll “be right back,” before clearing the couch again and grabbing your face in his hands to kiss you hot and heavy.

When he pulls away your eyes are still closed and your lips turn up into a smile.

“Enjoy your game Buck,” you say as you wiggle your fingers to shoo him off.

Ten minutes later as you’re preparing dinner you ring the bell. He’s still playing his game, frantically shouting directions at Sam and bouncing along the couch. When he doesn’t come right away you ring it again, not stopping until he pulls off his headphones.

“What took you so long?” you ask, hand on your hip.

“Things got hairy for a second,” he says, side eyeing you.

“Oh, well in that case,” you sass.

He walks closer and settles his hands on your hips, dragging you into his chest before he kisses you.

You grab hold of this dog tags and tug on the chain, making him growl deep in his chest.

“If you’re trying to get me to quit playin’ my game, it’s workin’ doll face.”

“I’m just getting my kisses in,” you say innocently.

His mouth turns up into a sideways smirk and he backs away, stopping only when his butt meets the couch.

You ring the bell again.

He laughs and rushes back toward you, sweeping you into his arms and peppering your face and neck with kisses.

“Bucky,” you giggle. “Stop that! It tickles!”

You don’t really want him to stop and he knows it, continuing his assault until your breathless from laughter and kisses.

“That should hold you over for a few,” he teases.

You let out a breath and wave him off, focusing on dinner once again.

You move the bell off the counter and onto the kitchen table, needing the space to chop vegetables. For a few minutes, the only sounds are the sizzling veggies in the pan and Bucky’s button mashing and random shouts at Sam.

‘Ring…ring.’

Your shoulders tense and your eyebrows draw inward. You look around the counter for the bell, suddenly remembering you had moved it to the table. When you hear the ring again you look over and see Alpine perched atop the table and swatting at the bell.

He’s clearly enjoying himself and get’s more excited the more it rings. You cover your mouth to stop your snort and grab your phone to take a video.

Bucky suddenly shouts, “ONE SECOND! I’m coming baby doll! I just have to….” And he grunts with the exertion of the button smashing and anxiety from the situation in the game. “Almost done…. he’s almost dead…”

Alpine continues to ring the bell and Bucky gets more frenzied. You’re videoing them both now and trying not to laugh too hard.

Bucky suddenly drops the controller and raises his hands with a loud cheer, startling Alpine off the table with a meow.

He flings his headphones off and saunters over to you, clearly proud of himself.

“We won and I got here in time for kisses!”

“I feel so special!” you say, your sarcasm clear.

“You know,” he starts, pulling your phone from your hand. “If there was a bell that said….”

He tilts his head, pursing his lips as he pretends to think it over.

“Hmmm…I don’t know…ring for a blowjob…”

He dips his head, brushing his lips to yours teasingly as his hands smooth along your back.

“I’d be ringing that thing every hour.”

Your fingers dance up his chest and wrap around his neck.

“They don’t have those,” you tell him, smiling when he pouts.

“Only the usual…ring for a hug, a smile, for sex.”

“That’s too bad,” he whispers against your mouth.

You nod and close your eyes, pressing your lips to his.

At the same moment, the bell rings again and you both smile, breaking apart to find Alpine back at the bell on the table.

Bucky’s eyes brighten and he holds up a finger.

You watch as he moves to the junk drawer and pulls out a sharpie then takes the bell from Alpine and starts to scribble and write on it.

You cross your arms over your chest. “BUCKY! My bell!!!”

“Actually…now it’s my bell,” he simpers, showing you what he wrote.

‘Ring for a blow job.’

It also has his name now scrawled on the bottom.

“No way Buck! It’s mine and you know it!”

“Has my name on it,” he says as he presses his finger to the top and rings it several times.

“What are you five?” you huff. “You know it’s mine!”

“Nah uh. Mine now and well, you got all those kisses.”

Your mouth hangs wide open in shock and you blink several times.

“There ya go doll face, you look ready….”

Your eyes get huge and you clamp your mouth shut, grabbing the closest thing you can find and flinging it at his head.

He easily catches the butter knife and grins.

“You wanna play it like that huh doll?”

At the playful look in his eyes, you bite your bottom lip, readying yourself before you take off in a sprint down the hall. He gives chase and catches up with you in no time, tackling you to the bed.

He pins you to the mattress, the bell still in his hand as he rings it relentlessly.

“Give it up Buck!” you shout through your laughter. “It’s only for kisses!”

“Then I want some of those,” he says, attacking you with his lips.

You slide your hands down his back and grab his ass, your fingers grazing something long and hard. You pull the butter knife out of his back pocket and bring it between your bodies.

He looks at you then at the knife and then back at you and his smile grows. He swiftly slides it from your fingers and twirls it between his.

“I can make this work,” he says pertly before he trails it down the fabric of your shirt.

@book-dragon-13 @dreamlessinparis @lookiamtrying @randomfandompenguin @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @hiddles-rose @loki-laufeyson-1054 @goldylions @seitmai

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Kpop Soft Thougts with Ateez Hyung Line

From a black female writer -

I think my bias is very evident in my writing 😭 I'm ot8 I promise (I'm confused that's what I am)

This was very self indulgent, anyway go read the Maknae version

Maknae Version

ATEEZ members who spoil the literal hell out of you and treat you like a princess in their own individual ways.

Hongjoong! will take you to the studio with him and let you sit in his lap, knowing it's distracting for him but he doesn't care because he loves you and wants you to be happy. He'd rather be couped up in the studio with you than anywhere else and honestly you don't mind.

Hongjoong! Who randomly shows up to you apartment with food at random hours because in his words he had an incling you were hungry, he in fact was always right and you never understood how. (I am a strong believer that seonghwa and wooyoung are the exact same way)

Seonghwa! Who begs you to let him try to style you hair whether it be natural or in braids or even if your a wig wearer. He will find cute hair styles on Pinterest and learn to do them to make you smile. (This resonated with yeosang also)

Seonghwa! Who calls you randomly to make sure your okay mentally and will show up at your apartment at the first sign that you're not. He will treat you like an Angel, coddling you until you feel better regardless of what he had to do that day.

Yunho! Treats you like a doll, buys you whatever you want and refuses to tell you no. You don't even have to beg (he might make you just because he loves the sight of you begging) You want to go out for lunch? He'll find time. You want to get your hair done? He's getting it done. He doesn't care!

Yunho! Sleeps holding you in his arms because he loves the way you feel under him. Will quite literally cage you in and not let you go, not even on purpose he just can't bare to sleep without you. You're his peace and he needs you to sleep through the night ♡ (MINGI, MINGI, MINGI like best friend like best friend I literally think he'd be the exact same way)

Yeosang! You're his pretty little princess and because of that he likes to leave very expensive gifts around your apartment randomly for you to find. You tell him to cut it out but he just can't stop. You found a pair of Chanel earrings in your dish washer and almost strangled him. He means well though so just accept the gifts and don't speak about where you found them.

Yeosang! Who has movie nights with you where the two of you build a fort in your living room. The floor covered in snacks as you both cuddle under each other and watch the princess and the frog for the 2,000th time since you've been dating. He'll never admit it but he secretly refers to you as his Evangeline when talking about you to others. They'd never understand it but he does and that's all that matters.

[kaylaz-world-00]

Laserhawk!Rayman x Reader

A/n: Okay, I couldn't help myself and write this down. I've been thinking about this idea for a while now. I've been not going to any airports for such a long time, forvgive me if I made a mistake. This is not the special for 300 followers so you know~👀

I am sorry if there is any typo mistakes. I wrote the end in a rush 😭

Summery; You and Rayman trying to go to your arranged hotel peacfully.

Warnings: cursing, guns.

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Words: 3.4k

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Hotel

"We are sorry but you can't go through unless you show us a proof that you are infact his manager. Rayman doesn't seem to be very aware of your presence either. If you are lying--"

You growled, "What do you mean I can't go through?! Didn't I just tell you that I was Rayman's manager?" You were angry alright. You could see Rayman from your point against the few guards in front of you. He was surrounded by young kids. My god. Why would there be so many children at the airport at this hour anyway? Now how were you going to convince these fuckers? You didn't want to have to deal with these jerks in the middle of the airport with a bunch of luggage. It was too late at night for that.

"I'm not lying! I can't find my cards and information, they must be in Rayman's bag. At least let me call out to him-" you were stopped by them once again. Normally this wouldn't be such a problem, but you were experiencing this because they found a few... unapproved items on you. To be more specific, weapons. They slowly advanced towards you, making clear their guns precence to you. They weren't pointing it at you... yet. You frowned. It was a warning.

You glared and slowly spoke for them in your own warning tone, calmly stepping back and slightly raising your hands in the air, "I'm his bodyguard. Okay? That's why I keep them with me. At all times. You never know... what might happen any moment." You didn't want to cause a scene here right now. You reminded yourself that you are in the middle of an airport with a lot of bystanders and especially children around you.

"A second ago, you said you were a manager. When did that change? I'm sorry, but I think you're just trying to get out of trouble, but that won't work. We have no reason to believe you. Now come with us without making a scene." You were trying so hard for this right now.

"I'm doing both! I'm telling the truth. Just lemme--" You couldn't keep your calm any longer as they were coming towards you like a truck, and you wouldn't stood still staring like a deer, you couldn't do that. There was a great injustice here and you were definitely can't stand it. You called out to Rayman one last time before you could do anything wrong. If he didn't have your phone, you would have called him already. "RAYMAN, COME HERE Damn it!" you shouted but in vain, it was impossible for him to hear your voice over all the noise, you just hoped he would notice your absence. Right away.

Luckily, Rayman finally managed to notice your absence before security could do anything. You might have laughed if you weren't so tired at the look on his face when his eyes caught your figure. You gestured for him to come here immediately. Now. He looked so scared by your expression that you could have laughed at that. He ran over to you as he apologized to the kids, "Hey, hey! They're with me!" He quickly took out his card and showed it to them with a polite smile.

You rolled your eyes when they were finally convinced to let you in. Rayman helped you carry the luggages. He apologized to you several times as you stared ahead listlessly.

"I thougt you were right behind me! I forget that I was the one carrying your cards! I am really sorry."

You huffed in defeat, "No, it's fine, kids come first." You chuckled tiredly, "It was my fault I should have been the one carrying them in the first place. Whatever let's just catch the plane before they leave without us." You glance at your wrist. "We are only minutes away, god those fuckers took all our time. I suggest we start running." And you did just that, alerting Rayman along with it.

He start running along with you, "Hey, no need to rush Mr/Miss OCPD! We can always buy tickets for another one for today."

"Today? You mean tomorrow?" You scoffed. It was nearly midnight. "I don't want to stay up all night. It's already too late, let's just go. Also I don't have a Obsessive whatever personality disorder, I am just punctual. All my jobs are planned and need to be in time. Especially yours! Do you know how much pain in the ass would be for me if you miss something?! God, Eden would kill me." It's not even like they pay you good for your every success. It wasn't yours it was his success.

He was out of breath from the long, fast, non-stop run, as if you were going to get a reward at the end of it, but he still let out a laugh. But you were going to do whatever it took to get the job done, "Sure. You are a people-pleaser--" he start counting as you rolled your eyes.

"Look who is talking."

"You have Anxiety, obsession, probably dyspraxia too."

"Okay now you are going too far, you jerk. I am completaly a normal person trying to live a normal life. How normal it could be as long as I am stuck with you Mr. Rayman. The man who sheds light in the darkness."

"I'm taking this as a compliment."

The two of you were finally able to board the plane before it took off. You wanted to say that you could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but your clumsiness didn't quite allow it and continued to be a pain in the ass for you.

"You should be happy that we got the best seats. Because I am! Do you think we could see some nice view when we are up above? I heard the weather will be clear tonight." He daydreamed as he looked outside of the window with the biggest grin you ever saw on him.

"Yeah, sure whatever." You grumbled as you tried to push your suitcase into the compartment above your seat. You were obviously struggling but eventually managed to get it inside and quickly closed the compartment with anger and impatience. And finally sat down next to Rayman with a sigh, you can relax a bit now. Your body ached from all the things you were carrying and running around so much causing your frown to deepend.

You give a real remark to his previous statement, "How nice of Eden to be such a gentleman and give us the money for two tickets first-class plane. Unlike the last time..." You scoffed.

Finally deciding to look at you, he took his eyes off the window and turned to you, already aware of your discomfort and exhaustion and hoping to finally address it gently, muttering, "Hey, how about you relax a bit? We've got a four-hour flight. Sleep could do you good. You look like you've been up all night for three days straight. You're much crankier than usual. And you definitely need makeup. For your under eyes." He nervously eyed you.

You rolled your eyes at that, suppressing a sudden yawn appeared in your chest at the mention of sleep, "What a coincidence. How did you know? I've been working and writing non-stop for three days. Trying to get your work done."

He turned to you with a warm smile and a bit of embarrassment, "Hey, you're a lifesaver, okay? But I'm serious. Sleep. I'll wake you up when we land. Don't worry about me or yourself. If anyone tries anything, I have something up my sleeve too." He whispered with a grin and whinked.

"How reassuring. But you're right. I really need some sleep." You needed to gather your strength and mind for tomorrow. You couldn't be this anxious and stressed. Nor this lose and tired. You sighed in defeat and turned onto your side. He didn't say anything and you didn't need to hear any more.

You've been working all your life to get what you want to be like the majority. You always wanted to be able to make a change for the world. Working with Eden wasn't your biggest dream, in fact, quite the opposite. You hated them. But you had no choice. And you were forced to do this. But if it would make a difference, you would even be willing to die. You followed Rayman wherever he went, in a way you became his bodyguard. It didn't take long for you to receive that title from Eden. It had become official, and frankly, it made your job a lot easier. The fact that you knew how to fight was a bonus to them and a reason to use you. But after meeting Rayman and becoming his manager, something changed... He always manages to get into trouble, even if you don't know how, but you were always there to save him. Physically, of course. He already knew how to verbally get himself out of shit. At least that's what you hoped for. Even though some of his words might cause fights in some places... you finally know he doesn't meant to. You knew how much of a trouble Eden could be. So much so that sometimes Rayman needed you not just as a bodyguard or a manager, but as a friend... Rayman needed you to be there... he needed you to support him. He was needy, isolated, manipulated. And you are not saying any of this to insult him. Before that, you didn't realize he was actually innocent... and you continued to remain cold and distant, but he was always innocent, to say the least. You decided to be there for him after learning that. You don’t know why you decided on that. Maybe it was conscience. Or the unfair threatment he is having. Your sense of justice did not allow this. You wanted to help so badly. Even if it means throwing away your job. Yes, you've come to that point. You couldn't believe it yourself either. You saw the real him. Not the person on TV who lies and smiles through his teeth, the face Eden shows. He was defenseless behind the walls he built himself, he was being victimized and used by the company he worked for, even though he had little knowledge and was unaware of it. He was made to believe that what he was doing was a good thing, he was made to believe that he was saved, he put up with what Eden did to him for the sake of the children and for peace. He had no one to call his real friend, damn it! You would have wanted to fill that out, but... the only part you were allowed to do was keep him safe and pass on information. And nothing else.

You slept deeply and surprisingly restfully for the four hours until the plane landed. You woke up soundly asleep without anyone even having to wake you up, which surprised you. Normally this would never happen, especially in a place where you sleep outside of your bed. You were a light sleeper too. So it was normal while you wake up while landing but Rayman didn't woke you up? After yawning a little, you were about to get up to get your suitcase when you notice the weight on your shoulder and glance at your side. Your lips turned into a soft smile upon noticing Rayman was sleeping sound asleep, leaning against you, in a deep slumber.

You couldn't help but giggle, "And here I was hoping you'd stay awake the whole flight. Who am I kidding? Rayman and not sleeping?" How were you going to wake him up now? He's a really heavy sleeper. Your experiences speak for you right now. It's almost impossible to wake him up. Actually you have to but do you want to? He looked really relaxed and happy. Ah, come on he always looks like that! Just wake him up! But... something about that soft smile plastered on his lips telling you this was a real smile unlike the ones he seems to wear on his face all the time. Especially in front of the camera.

You pouted, this is your job and the two of you can't stay on this plane all day… besides, Rayman can sleep at the hotel Eden arranged for you two. Also, you didn't want to be late for your meeting...

You nudge his side. You knew a little nudge won't help him but you started of slow and gentle. You were in a good mood today. "Hey, Ray Ray." You whispered, calling out his nickname. You pushed his head on the other side and turn to him, "Ray! Wake up!" You hold onto hid hand and shook them, "Ray, Rayman! Wake up!!" You get up starting to shook his body, "This isn't sleeping you idiot! This is dying! COME ON! WAKE UP!" You grabbed his clothes and jolt him a few times, you were up infront of him by now, with all your might you continued, "Come on! We landed! Wake up, we need to go! You can sleep later!" You were about to slap him, "If you don't wake up right now I'll throw you off of the fucking plane!" He grumbled a few words hard to understand causing you to halt and lower your hand on his chest once again gripping his clothes. He was still asleep.

You fucking ask for that. You groaned as you wrapped your arms around his body and lifted him up. "God, you're a lot heavier than you look." You huffed and start to carry him towards the exit of the plane.

"I'm fucking throwing you out." You weren't actually gonna do that. You were hoping he would wake up as cold fresh air of the night swarm him. Almost all passengers on the plane had disembarked. The rest were still looking at you strangely because of what had just happened. You didn't pay any attention to them and continued on your way. Even the way you carried Rayman was weird. But how else were you going to carry him when half of the man didn't... exist? His arms and legs were nope, and the only place you could hold on to was his chest. His feet and hands were almost rubbing on the ground. He was still asleep with his head on your shoulder. Oh my god.

When you finally reached the door, you barely lifted him into the air and held him out against the night wind. Even you were cold when you realized he was shivering, he whined a few times and winced. He muttered something about him awoke and rubbed his eyes. Of course you didn't believe that, "If you don't really wake up right now, I'll let you go, don't test my patience. You'll fall down the stairs. My arms are already torn off. Lose some weight."

He grumbled, voice horse from just waking up, it was clear four hours wasn't excatly enough to satisfy his tired body, "You lose some. I am perfectly fine, thank you. You are heavier than I am." He pouted sleepily. "Also... Please put me down my butt is freezing here."

You muttered, "Your ass is freezing because of you."

You scoffed and do as he wished, sighing in relief when you got your aching arms back, massaging them gently, you couldn't hold yourself back from talking further, "We are nearly at the same weight. But you are half of my height. You are fucking heavhy. How dare you can insult me? You are a pain in the ass to wake up! Why I have to be the one to suffer everytime!? Pray that I am in a good mood today or you've been on the cold concrate with a terrible headache."

"You love me too much for that. You wouldn't do that to your favorite... would you?" He hesitate.

While the hostess watch you both argue back and forth like married couples, she couldn't help but smiled at your relationship. You were finally able to wake him up and gather your belongies, finding a taxi and finally on your way to your arranged hotel. Thank god.

While on your way you did everything in your power to not let him fall asleep again. Him grumbling everytime he was woken up before he could sleep on your shoulder.

"I am not gonna carry all that suitcase myself."

"I am not sleeping." He grumbled.

And he fall asleep afterwas. You will gonna rub that in his face later. When you finally arrived at the hotel, luckily the taxi driver was a kind person and helped you carry your belongings. Rayman was still sleeping on the bed you carried to his room while you pay the driver. After closing the door you took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Finally, you can breath a little. Sun already risen, it’s 8 in the morning. Four hours passed, huh? You had still time until your arranged meeting… You pondered to yourself. You watched him sleep a bit, the way he calmly breathed, his chest slowly rising and falling, his blonde locks of hair covering his eyes. He looked so serene.

You get up and reached towards the door. Giving a final glance at the soundly asleep boss of yours, you get out of his room. You already left all his suitcases in his room. He can do whatever he wants with then when he wakes up. You both gonna stay two weeks in there. Reporting things and such. Whatever Rayman does. You heard there is a beach nearby too. Though it was too cold to swim. You are sure Eden especially choose this time around on purpose. Just to tease you two. Those fuckers.

You went past your own room and went straight ahead for the elevator and pressed the top floor. You want to see the view.

After a bit of wait the doors opened with a ding. You walked in the penthouse, glancing around, observing the nice view with a deep happy sigh.

You closed your eyes with a smile. But it faded quickly, you gripped the earphone between your two fingers. You sighed with a thoughtful expression, putting it in your ear and pressed it on, calling for the only contact inside. Before you could even open your mouth, a very familiar voice quickly answered from the other side. "Light. It's been so long since I've heard from you! Honestly, it's good to see you're calling. Do you have something to report?" Light... that was your code name.

"Bullfrog." You greeted back, "Actually no... This time... I need to talk to you... like a friend."

You waited for him to say something. Hearing a few gunshot and a grunt from him your expression soured, "Fuck, was this a bad time?"

"Non, non, not at all. Just gimme a sec."

You waited a few minutes for him. You heard him fight with a few armed people. He heaved a sigh, "I would like to talk also, mon ami. What's up?"

You sighed, "It's about our mission... I can't... I can't do this to him. I want to tell him--"

"If you do you would risk our mission." He sounded serious but you are too.

You chuckled, "Aren't we always under heavhy danger?"

"I always trust your instincts you know that. But you actually believe he could change just so you said so? He believes he is doing good."

"I know. Don't worry, I am not gonna do anything that can risk the mission or us. I just need a right moment. I know we can able to get him to our side." You knew Bullfrog didn't actually believe what you said.

You heard him sigh, you knew he wanted to argue about that, he only softly speak up a few words, "I find it hard, mon ami. Just be more carifull." You heard more gun shots on his side. "I need to go. We'll talk more about this later. You just continue observing." You were an agent after all.

"You want to meet?"

"That's too risky. Just wait for my call."

"Alright. Try to stay alive until then."

"You too, prends soin de toi." He closed the call.

You took a deep breath and took your earphone off. You just need to wait the right time.

The right moment... you wonder...

[sluttyminghao]

Maybe my thougt isn't that hard, the week hasn't been easy, but how would wonwoo react to you shyly begging for a strip tease, like "it can be a simple one, I just want to watch you" or "I'll do whatever you want later "(as if you didn't already)

This man got my walls shaking with just a stare, probably I never got flustered like this for someone before

wonwoo had never given you a strip tease before, the thought hadn't even come to his mind. normally you're the one who does the strip teases, and it turns him on beyond belief, the way your body sways and how effortlessly you seem to do it.

"you want me to...want me to do a strip tease?"

his voice is one of astonishment, and his heart beats rapidly, but seeing you sitting there confidently, head nodding and eyes shining with delight at the proposition, he couldn't refuse. he never could.

"i just want to watch you wonu, wanna see how shy and needy you can get"

without further ado, he stands, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. he's sure that if his heart was beating any faster it might jump out of his chest, but he wanted to see how you reacted to his strip tease.

he only had a cardigan, t-shirt and sweats on, but even without stripping anything off yet, he felt naked under your gaze, and he feels his cheeks burn.

just as he starts to remove his cardigan, he hears you turn on your sex playlist, and it only makes his cock throb in his boxers. he averts his gaze from you and keeps it planted on the floor as he removes his cardigan slowly, letting it fall off his broad shoulders and hitting the ground with a soft thud.

"look up at me baby."

your voice sends a chill down his spine and he shyly looks up at you, a grin on your features as you turn the music up slightly. he can see the lust pooling in your eyes, and with the way you'd already stripped yourself down to your bra and panties, he could see how you were already beginning to soak your panties.

wonwoo feels a spike of confidence as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his toned body. a low whistle escapes from you and he flings his shirt at you, earning a giggle.

in a spur-of-the-moment idea, he runs his hands over his abdomen, running his fingers through the ridges of his abs, and all across his stomach quickly, before moving lower and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats.

he shimmies his way out of them quickly, exposing his half-hard erection quickly growing in his boxers. after shaking his sweats off his ankles and going in to remove his boxers, you approach him, stopping his hands in their path.

instead, you let your hand wander, going to cup his cock through his boxers and emitting a soft groan from his lips. you lean up and let your mouth find the flesh of his neck, sucking softly while you continue to palm him through his boxers.

"let me make you feel good wonu, i'll make you see stars"