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lovz2hike · 1 year

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New Mexico Antalope Hunt 2022

Honeymoon in New Mexico This adventure finds us in New Mexico for our Honeymoon a year after we were married. It was a guided New Mexico pronghorn hunt with our good friend Ryan Olsen of Whitebone Creations. We traveled all day driving through California, Arizona and into New Mexico. Once into New Mexico we stopped in the Lincoln National Forest to capture some of the locals. Then we went a…

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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welcome back to self-loathing hours with anna. turns out getting a job is really difficult. and turns out even though at this point i'm willing to sell my soul to the corporations just for the minimum wage, none of them want me anyway. so what was i saying? oh yes, self indulgent comfort with the terrible twins. not sure when these are set, other than pre-canon. they get it, you're all stuck working for The Man, but if they could they'd keep you at home all day as their good little house-spouse 💗 bold is asl, as always. WARNING for spicy implications (nothing explicit). GN!reader.

bo x reader

"No, that's okay. I understand. Well, thank you for the opportunity."

You sigh as you hang up the phone. Another job rejection.

You check the time. Just gone noon. Bo should be going on his lunch break soon.

Pulling on your sweater, you decide to wait outside for Bo to get home. The road leading up to the sugar mill ran right past the Sinclair house, and you had a perfect view from the front porch.

A trickle of workers start coming back into town and soon enough you see Bo round the corner, along with a few of his work friends.

He smiles when he sees you, breaking away from his friends and walking up the short path to the house. When he reaches you, stood on the front step, he wraps an arm around your waist. With a kiss to your temple he says, "Afternoon darlin'."

"Afternoon," you mumble, squeezing him in a hug. "How's work today?"

He frowns down at you, "It's goin' fine. What's wrong with you, baby?"

You sigh again; it leaves you as a shuddering breath. "I didn't get the job," you whisper.

"Aw, darl', I'm sorry," Bo says, pulling away and throwing an arm over your shoulders as he guides you back into the house. "They'll be other jobs."

"I know," you follow his lead. "I know, but... nothing has worked out yet. I don't have enough experience for anything."

"Baby, you're sharp as a whip. Something will come along," he holds you by the shoulders, looking at you pointedly.

You try, "Yeah, but..."

"But, nothing, y'hear me?" Bo's eyes are intense, a fire burning being his baby blues that you weren't about to start playing with.

"Yes, Bo."

"Y'know, if anything come up at the mill -- up in the office -- you'll be the first to know. I promise." He presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling away, sending you off with a playful pat on your ass.

You nod over your shoulder at him. You know Bo would keep you at home all day if he could. He wants to provide for you, and all he'd ask in return is a hot meal and a clean house. For you to wait for him to come home every day and let him love on you.

But real life doesn't work like that, no matter how much you both wish it did.

Bo watches you go into the kitchen as he makes himself at home on the couch. He hears your movements as you get lunch ready, the rustle of the bread bag and the gentle clatter of plates on the counter. When you reappear, with two plates of sandwiches in hand, he smiles at you. God, you're too good for him, he thinks.

He gestures for you to put the plates down on the coffee table. You do so, and then he takes your hand, pulling you over to straddle his lap.

Resting his work-rough hands on your hips, Bo leans in to kiss you. His lips are chapped, but you kiss them when he pulls back to say, coyly, "I got a whole half hour before I have to go back to work, y'know?" His hands leave your hips, finding themselves on your thighs instead, slowly sliding up, inch by inch.

"Oh yeah?" you cup his face in your hands, pulling him back to your lips.

"Oh yeah."

vincent x reader

Another rejection letter. You shove it back into it's envelope and abandon it on the side table and try to push the feeling of disappointment down in your chest.

Instead, you go to the kitchen and busy yourself making lunch for you and Vincent. He's been down in the workshop for hours, he'll be hungry.

Fifteen minutes later, you descend into the basement with a plate of sandwiches and the latest book you'd been reading. Vincent is still working when you arrive at the workshop, he barely notices you walk in.

Placing the plate down on the least cluttered workbench, you walk up behind Vince, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Afternoon."

He drops the tool he'd been using to clasp his warm, wax-flaked hand over yours on his stomach. He grunts softly in greeting.

"They turned down my work, said it wasn't what they were looking for," you mutter into his back.

You feel his shoulders drop, before he eases out of your grip and turns to face you. "My love," his fingers stroke from your cheek to your jawline.

Not meeting his eye, you try and sound nonchalant, "It's my own fault, I shouldn't have set my hopes so high."

"You don't need a job," he says, "You can just stay here all day, with me. I need a muse."

"You know I'd love nothing more than to do that," you sigh wistfully. Oh, what you'd do to stay with Vincent all day. "But we need the money."

"No, we don't. We are starving artists," Vince smiles, a look that almost seems pleading. And you believe him, absolutely. There's not a doubt in your mind that Vincent would be willing to suffer for you, for his own art. That he would rather go hungry than make you work a job you didn't want, or seek the approval of those he considered beneath the both of you in terms of talent.

But the real world didn't work like that, no matter how much you both wish it did.

"We can only starve for so long. And it's not fair on Bo." Bo's been taking even longer shifts at the mill.

"Never mind Bo, we --," Vincent starts, but you cut him off.

"I'm going to try and get a proper job, just until I start getting somewhere with my portfolio."

Vincent looks like he's about to interject, but he can see you look dejected enough without him trying to argue your new plan.

"Okay, my love. But only until you can get your work out there, where it belongs."

"Thank you," you whisper, pulling him towards you enough to press your forehead to his. "Are you ready for a break?"

Your hand trails from where it is twisted in the front of his apron to the waistband of his jeans.

He lets out a breathy laugh, nodding. His hands reach behind him to untie the apron strings as he walks you back towards the cot in the corner.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #having a moment.#wait when am i not having a moment actually?#oh to be the twins' little housewife #cook and clean and take care of them #and so much free time to read all the books ive been meaning too #and do all the writing i procrastinate over #but no instead i have to job hunt and be turned down because i have no experience and my degree is useless #godspeed to you all

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bklily · 2 years

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Rook and Vil are such a good duo because the moment Vil shows up with his most Girlboss look (Vargas Camp 2), Rook comes up with TWO of his most Malewife looks (cleaning sailor and master chef)

#gee vil how come your boyfriend cooks AND cleans for you #rook treating vil like a queen like he deserves #rookvil #sort of #just for taggings sake #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #twst jp

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erazonpo3 · 1 year

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something I don't think I've ever mentioned is that I have a Sims 4 household for Way Out but they're also all occult sims bc I think it's funny. Luculia is a vampire who has to spend half her money on bloodbags so she doesn't ruin her relationships with everyone. She regularly has to lock Cynthia out of the house while she's on a werewolf rampage. Dawn is a lil witch who is keeping the household together by a fucking thread

#their models aren't that good bc im just bad and cbf with mods #Dawn: i do the cooking and the cleaning >:(#Cynthia: but i hunt my own food #Luculia: i cant eat #i love putting characters in the silly digital dollhouse #I should add this is the same world Alphecca and Lio live in so they show up sometimes to say hi

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ridiasfangirlings · 2 years

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Oni Mikoto and Fushimi who was chosen to be the offerings/bride. (I have this mental image of Fushimi in some kind of shiromuku)

Poor oni Mikoto, getting such a gloomy bride. Imagine Fushimi’s village is like right on the edge of some forest, where it’s rumored a fearsome oni lives. Everyone in the village is told never to leave or else the oni will eat them, but then at the same time the villagers treat the oni like a protector god as well. Say there’s like a great drought one season and the harvest fails, everyone’s afraid of a famine. That’s when one of the village elders states that according to an old tale the oni can make it rain if you give him a good enough offering. It’s decided that one person in the village will be chosen to become the oni’s ‘bride,’ everyone of course assuming that the bride is going to end up eaten.

The problem is that none of the villagers want to offer their children as a sacrifice and that’s how Fushimi gets chosen, his dad was a vagrant who everyone hated and who only caused problems in the village. Niki died years ago after getting drunk and Fushimi’s mom, Kisa, never bothered much with him so Fushimi’s been living largely on his own. Because he has no family everyone figures he’s the best choice for the oni’s bride, like why should we sacrifice our own when Fushimi has no ties to anyone. Fushimi’s all bitter about this, probably making acid comments about how everyone else acts like they’re so high and mighty when really they’re all just selfish in the end.

Fushimi’s dressed in a wedding kimono and taken to be offered to the oni. Imagine they take him in like a carriage carried by bearers and it’s treated like he’s a real bride, Fushimi sitting there in his carriage complaining about the stupidity of such pomp and ceremony for a human sacrifice. His carriage is left in the middle of the woods and he’s told to wait for the oni and that he’s going to be the one to save the village. Fushimi is pretty much like yeah screw this and decides to leave the carriage, except the moment he steps out say he’s attacked by like the wolves that prowl the forest. Fushimi pulls some knives out of his kimono but he couldn’t fit that many in there and he’s complaining about how all the idiots who dressed him wouldn’t let him hide more when suddenly all the wolves are scared away by fire and Fushimi finds himself face to face with the fearsome red oni Mikoto.

Fushimi tenses as Mikoto looks down at him, wondering what Fushimi’s supposed to be. Fushimi looks away and clicks his tongue, grumbling at Mikoto to get it over with. Mikoto’s a little amused by this and Fushimi snaps that he’s the human sacrifice to Mikoto, Mikoto might as well just eat him now. Mikoto says that Fushimi’s pretty fancy for a sacrifice and Fushimi grimaces, Mikoto smirks and wonders if the village really sent him a bride. Fushimi doesn’t answer, just clicking his tongue, and Mikoto easily reaches over and hoists Fushimi over his shoulder. Fushimi sputters and Mikoto’s like you’re my ‘bride’ right, may as well take you home.

Mikoto takes Fushimi back to his cave and dumps him on a pile of blankets, Fushimi can’t believe Mikoto actually expects to make Fushimi his bride. Mikoto wonders if Fushimi would rather be eaten and Fushimi snorts like maybe, Mikoto laughs and says Fushimi’s an amusing guy. He figures that if the village sent Fushimi to be his bride that must mean Fushimi upset someone right. Fushimi looks away and mutters that he doesn’t care about those people anyway or what they thought of him, Mikoto hands him some water and says he figured it was like that. Fushimi states that he doesn’t intend to be Mikoto’s bride and Mikoto just shrugs like you can leave whenever you want. Of course Fushimi has no way to get through the forest and so he’s possibly stuck here for now at least, he has no idea if Mikoto’s being serious about this ‘bride’ thing and Mikoto probably doesn’t either, he just hasn’t had company in a long time. Eventually though Fushimi finds himself not really wanting to leave, like he claims he’s going to run away soon but Mikoto notices that he’s still sticking around even though Mikoto isn’t keeping him captive at all.

#Mikosaru #Talking K #SHIP MIKOSARU ALL YE HEATHENS #Mikoto intends on taking him out of the woods at some point #and Fushimi's totally going to run away #but neither one does anything #and they end up living together #Fushimi is a lovely grumpy bride who does not cook or clean #but he can stab stuff good so he helps hunt #Mikoto thinks it's pretty amusing that this guy complains all the time but never leaves

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devonellington · 1 year

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Thurs. April 27, 2023: A Day of Cooking and Cleaning

image courtesy of Denise Husted via pixabay.com Thursday, April 27, 2023 Waxing Moon Mercury Retrograde Rainy and chilly Yesterday just wore me out, and I’m not really sure why. I did another draft of FALL FOREVER. This one feels like it can sustain the table read, well enough so I can take notes and have a good idea of what needs work for the big revision I’ll do in late summer. I sent…

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#ANGEL HUNT #cleaning #cooking #cozy fantasy #FALL FOREVER #Gratitude and Growth #grocery shopping #ideas #ironing #keyboard and cursor issues #Kindle Vella #Legerdemain #library #meditation #pharmacy #script coverage

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eruden-writes · 2 years

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@tendrillycute

lol Well, I'm glad to know I'll have at least one sale for a physical version of TUHP.

I'll keep you in mind if I need help editing or proofing, thank you!

@succubus-lair-if

Why not a blueberry pie? ;3

I get the feeling Sandra isn't great at baking, though. Sooo... it might end up kind of crispy.

Doubt a yautja will care, though.

@handinclawedhand

Snowkissedmonster's Kitty? lol

Kitty is the supreme baker and Sandra is, like, just terrible.

I'm thinking Sandra is, like, a mediocre 1950s housewife. She struggled to be a good one - and I doubt her husband really cared and always compared her to others - because that's all she expected to do.

#sandra and blue #oh geez what if Blue is a better house spouse than Sandra?#Like she hates cooking and cleaning #and he is fine with it #PREFERS it - even - to hunting or fighting or whatever #I guess it'd be Kitty and Blue in the baking club...#🤣

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largemouthbassnation · 11 days

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Hawaii Surf and Turf Spearfishing and Upland Bird Hunting

Spearfishing Hawaii with the three prong and my first ever Hawaii upland bird hunt! Catch and cook Hawaii Erckels Francolin … source

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#catch and cook #catch clean cook #Fishing #freedive #Freediving #Freediving hawaii #hawaii spearfishing #how to freedive #how to spearfish #Ryan Myers #Ryan Myers expeditions #Ryan Myers spearfishing #spearfishing #spearfishing hawaii #upland hunting

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lovz2hike · 1 year

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Antelope Bone Broth

Jump to the Recipe I was looking to make stew from the pronghorn that we harvested from New Mexico last August. I found this amazing recipe for venison stew that required Bone Broth. I wanted to make the broth from our pronghorn, but it was something I have never done before and at first seemed a little intimidating, until I found this recipe. Since then, I have used it 4 times, on both…

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#Adventures with the Dee&039;s #antelope bone broth #big game bone broth #big game stew #bone broth #cooking bones #elk bone broth #field to table #homemade bone broth #hunt clean cook #hunting to eat #new mexico #new mexico pronghorn hunt #pronghorn bone broth #stew #venison bone broth

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generalchaos247 · 2 months

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Sorry, but if you’re one of these people who are out there bitching about how expensive it is ‘eating out these days’ then it’s time to get your lazy ass into the kitchen and learn a thing or two.

#And when you’re done go out in the yard and learn to grow it #And then out to the field or stream and learn how to catch it and clean it #No one really taught me how to cook or bake and I still learned to #Also learning to garden and would love to learn to hunt and fish

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oglegoggle · 5 months

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I love eating bone in chicken, I feel so feral when eating meat with my hands and gnawing around bones. Makes me feel aware of the life my meal once possessed, and I can chew up every morsel of edible meat off the bones in a sort of ritual of gratitude for this food. Very reminiscent of the fresh caught fish I was eating near daily when I lived in Wyoming, and the assorted game we ate all the time when I was a kid. I love eating meat. It makes my body feel so strong and nourished!

#this is goggles #I like legitimately love hunting and fishing it feels so much more in tune with my place in this world than buying meat from a store is #I love being aware of what an animal gives to nourish my body #I am so very grateful to every animal I’ve ever eaten and I feel like their spirits in a way live within me as their proteins became mine #we dearly owe the animals we farm kindness for their sacrifice #we owe the animals we hunt a clean unpolluted free and enriching life #I can’t wait to be living in the woods again where I can live more harmoniously with nature again #this city living ain’t for me I need more space and freedom and peace to be feral in #I want to go fishing and cook my catch over an open fire again

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring.

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances.

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees.

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm.

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove.

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs.

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench.

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!”

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips.

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses.

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier.

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you.

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat.

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours.

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

———————————————————————

You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in.

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely.

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner.

———————————————————————

You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth.

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state.

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

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what’s viking simon like when he finally warms up to his wife and realizes that she wants to get pleasure from him?

it makes a lot of sense to him, it really does. the marriage was purely transactional for the first few months. you were both just fulfilling your roles but not out of love for each other, but simple because that was his role as your husband and vice versa

yes, you cook and clean the house but he carries all the heavy things that you can’t. yes, you bathe him at night but he hunts and gathers for you both

you both take on these roles with ease because its beneficial to you both. you can co-exist around each other, get on with your separate lives and silently reap the harvests of your marriage

there’s a part of him that finds it all quite amusing, his soft and pliant wife standing there, fidgeting with her hands whilst she asks him to make her cum and what kind of husband would he be if he said no?

sex is quite blunt with him, I’ll be honest. he doesn’t see the point of fucking if you’re not going to do it right. he’ll make sure he’s making you feel good, ripping a few orgasms from you instead of the singular one you very politely asked for

aftercare doesn’t come in until months after the first sexual encounter between you both. it doesn’t click in his brain that you might want him to stay and cuddle you to sleep after turning your body into a boneless, blissed-out puddle

simon riley is a good husband in every au and every conceivable universe. he’ll do whatever you ask him to do as long as you scratch behind this wet dogs ears and call him a good boy <3

#mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #viking!simon

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