-> BZZT... GAMMA JACK IS READY TO BOTHER YOU RELENTLESSLY.
-> SUBJECT: How Gamma Jack eats that y'know...
I'm not really sure how to explain this otherwise... I didn't get real specific with descriptions of down there, but if you are uncomfortable with fem! leaning descriptions, please beware!
DISCLAIMER: NSFW, eating out, cunnilingus, Gamma Jack being himself but he def buys u stuff to make up for it
GAMMA JACK x GENDER NEUTRAL! FEM!(just to be safe)READER (read desc for details)
NSFW BELOW THE CUT ->
Gamma Jack can be so annoying sometimes.
Sometimes it’s because of how insistent he is about the particulars of your life–you should wear this piece of jewelry with that item of clothing. You should hold onto like this and match him with that pose.
Sometimes it’s due to his unrelenting flirtatious behavior–not that you don’t mind the whispered compliments even when they would be unsavory should anyone else hear them.
This time, however, your dear super has found his way under your skin for other reasons.
You know your teeth are leaving marks on your hand, but you refuse the notion of removing the increasingly red flesh from your mouth. Meanwhile, your other hand is in a deadlock of its own. The silky strands of Gamma Jack’s blond hair are being tested for all their worth at the discretion of you pushing and pulling at every spasm his absurdly talented tongue pulls from you.
For someone so hard to shut up, the super–with his arms wrapped around your thighs–is unbearably quiet now, so long as you ignore the sounds of your own slick under his mouth.
Part of you wishes for him to lift his head and kiss you. The mess you’ve made of his face together be damned, so you can just do something other than sit here and writhe without really going anywhere other than towards the end of your wits.
You feel the coil low in your stomach approach a tense sensation, but no buildup can truly distract you from the electrifying feeling bursting in every vein in your body. You feel hot–too hot, but then you want to be closer to Gamma Jack anyway. He lets you, of course–sliding his hands to your waist to pull you even further into him.
“Nngh,” you throw your head back; because it's all you can do as his tongue somehow, some way, finds a new sensitive spot to torment.
The coil is impossibly tight now, and you can’t bring yourself to even glance down at him as you practically ride his face in a lustful haze so deep you don’t even dwell on the fact you’ll be taunted for it later.
More, more, more, chants in your mind in a voice so raw and simple in its directive you don’t do anything but obey. Your hand is freed from your mouth finally, and quickly finds purchase in the sheets to pull yourself closer to the source of your misery and the hopeful deliverer of your salvation.
But you should have known–Gamma Jack can’t help himself from being obnoxious.
For a moment you don’t realize what’s happened. The beautiful crescendo you were approaching fades, though the heat doesn’t.
You lift your head with a start to look between your legs and find Gamma Jack pulling away to sit up with his typical smirk. His hand pats your thigh as if appreciative in a rather patronizing manner.
“Can’t let you get tired before the main event,” he says airily, voice full of self-satisfaction as he gestures to himself and wipes your slick off his face with the back of his hand.
I've recently learned that escaping enshitification is actually really easy. When I was younger I would use FOSS (free and open source software) because I usually couldn't afford anything else. Back then the paid options were usually significantly better than the unpaid options so when I finally got money I started using the paid stuff and completely forgot that Foss existed.
If you don't know why Foss is awesome its not just that its free. Open source software has a huge set of advantages. Most software is proprietary meaning that its code cannot be viewed by other people. Open source softwares code can be viewed by everyone and people can contribute their own code to make it better. Open source is often more secure than proprietary because more people have more eyes on it and more people have contributed to it's security. Its also easy to know how much privacy you have with every software because you can read the code. No more "trust me bro I'm not harvesting and selling your data" you know if they are collecting and selling because the code is publicly available.
In the last two months I have been switching almost completely to Foss. I was worried at first because when I stopped using Foss over 10 years ago the average Foss software was genuinely worse than the paid proprietary alternative. Thankfully things have really come full circle. 90℅ of the software I have tried in the last 2 months works better than the proprietary alternative and is 100℅ less obnoxious.
So here is a list of every Foss software I have tried and recommend. There is way more than this available. This list is just what I have used and like personally. Anyone can feel free to add and we can turn it into a master list. Please just take these as a place to start and do your own research to see if these softwares will work for your use case before you fully ditch your proprietary software.
Operating systems
Graphene os: android alt. Security and privacy focused. The most secure and private smartphone currently available.
Linux mint: easy to use linux, 100℅ better than windows.
Pop!: The Linux distro you should use if you have nividia hardware and want to play games using said hardware. Very intuitive and easy to use.
Kubuntu: Ubuntu Linux with KDE desktop. This is the linux distro one I am currently using and I don't have any plans to jump ship again. Better than windows and better than Mac. The companion app for your phone makes life soooo easy. Its pretty and easy to customize to a ridiculously granular level. No fucking notes.
Kindle jailbreak- ko reader: use jailbreak to free your kindle from the tyranny of the bezos. It will download ko reader which is a Foss OS that has every fucking feature you always wished kindle had and let's you read whatever the fuck you want, and have whatever the screensaver you want (no more ads!). Soooo fuck amazon and use this. I genuinely cannot recommend it enough.
Linux FOSS: (some available on windows and android as well)
Calibre: Foss desktop eBook library. Packed with features. You will want to use this with koreader to make managing your kindle easy.
Manuscript: skrivner alt. Does absolutely everything I need.
Bitwarden: password manager (use a keepass fork if you want self hosted)
Next cloud: private google drive and cloud alternative that you can self host if you want but it's not required. App available
Proton VPN: to the best of my knowledge it is the only Foss no log VPN you can get. You can pay for higher speeds. App available
Quad9dns: free encrypted DNS provider. App available.
News software:
Use any Foss RSS reader and for the love of god stop getting news from social media. Take control of your feed!
Apps (I only know for android)
Fdroid: great app store to find Foss android apps and download them.
Antennapod: you can get all of your podcasts fetched to one feature rich app via RSS feed. No need to rely on spotify or music steaming services.
Openreads: it's good reads but private and 100℅ stored locally. No amazon, no social media aspect, it just tracks your reading, you can import your good reads but if you want to import from storygraph you have to make a good reads burner account, import to good reads, then import to openreads. The menus Navigation on this one is a bit cumbersome but honestly good reads app is worse.
Newpipe: YouTube frontend that let's you have YouTube subscriptions, watch YouTube in the background, and blocks all ads, without logging in to YouTube. You will want to use this one with a VPN set to Canada (or any other country) so YouTube doesn't keep blocking it in order to force you to sign in. But even with that extra step its worth it for the privacy and the lack of ads.
Proton mail: one of 2 more private gmail alts. But you should note that email cannot be 100℅ anonymous or private.
I think that's it. There are still a lot software varieties I am slowly finding.
"Linux makes up 15% of all OS" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person has 0 Linux machines per year. Linux Georg, who lives in cave & makes 10,000 Linux devices each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
This but like kind of unironically lol, honestly I'm surprised that linux doesn't make up a larger market share of the consumer desktop pc market based on outliers.
My mom owns one pc running windows. I own like twenty machines running linux.
I wonder how much measured market share of linux is also pushed down by linux-users being more privacy aware and responding to surveys with "what are you, a cop?".
Yeah, that's an interesting question. I definitely don't participate in those surveys, but they surveys I *do* participate in aren't really indicative of my personal computer ecosystem the same way it might be for a Windows user. If a 20-something single person who runs windows answers the Steam hardware survey, they probably get a pretty holistic view of their computer setup, they likely have one pc they use for everything, but when I answer the steam hardware survey, they only get an idea of the one machine I use to play games.
For the standard computer user, I bet they have one, maybe two pcs (desktop + laptop) on which they do everything, but on linux I have all my tasks sequestered to dedicated pcs in a way that wouldn't give an accurate reporting of what my hardware looks like.
the numbers that we typically use for that are based on browser user agents though, not surveys. A larger share of Linux users might be privacy-conscious enough to switch their browser user agents to something more generic, but I doubt that has a significant effect. I know I don't switch mine.
141 imagines where their partner calls for them to come over and when they enter the room they're naked?
hehe, you're so devious, anon. I love this prompt. It's silly and fun, and I can be a bit naughty with it. Sometimes I enjoy edging the line into spicy territory but not diving all the way in. So, thank you for this! Enjoy!
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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)
Content & Warnings (mdni): swearing, nudity, suggestive themes, established relationship, implied sexual content
Word Count: 1.2k
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John Price
John is in the garden, checking on the hens, and shooing off the rooster when he tries to launch himself at John’s back. You watch him from the kitchen window, wearing absolutely nothing, knowing you’re about to make John’s whole day.
Through the open kitchen window, you call out to him through the screen. “John. Honey. I need you.”
Without glancing in your direction, he replies, “I’ll be there in a minute, cabbage.”
He has no idea.
You launch yourself off from the counter top, a giddiness to your steps as you leap onto the sofa, dropping down on the cushions, and grabbing the nearest book. You don’t even glance at the cover, opening it only to find you’ve done so upside down.
Turning it right side up, you recline, stretching out like there is nothing amiss and you’re not butt naked. A few minutes later, John enters the house, removing his boots and sock before discarded his jacket and shirt. The only that remains on are his jeans. Those will disappear, too. Heading for the sink, John dutifully scrubs his hands, wrists, and forearms. Grabbing a towel, he dries them off, turning from the sink and heading in your direction.
“What do you—”
John comes to a dead stop. He glances up and down your body, eyebrows rising higher with each pass.
“What?” you ask innocently.
John chuckles, reaching for the front of his jeans. He pops the button. Brings the zipper down. Opens up the front to reveal generous pubic hair and the base of his cock.
“You’re up to no good, aren’t you?” he croons, shoving his jeans down until they pool at his ankles.
You remain perfectly still, avoiding the appendage that is quickly perking up.
John tosses the towel over his shoulder. "Shower. Now."
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
“Kyle! I need you in the kitchen.”
You’re nearly bouncing on your toes, suppressing the delighted giggle that wants to wiggle free. You cannot alert Kyle on what you’re up to. He needs to be in the dark. Unaware.
“On my way!” he answers, his footfalls heavy as he heads in your direction.
Since you’re only wearing loungewear, it’s easy to remove, shoving the clothes into a nearby cabinet. Taking up position by the stove, you pop your hip, stirring the soup in the pot like it’s completely normal that you’re cooking and also naked.
“What do you—oh.”
Kyle’s eyes go a bit wide, gaze scanning over every naked inch of you. First, in surprise, and then in keen amusement. He comes around the kitchen island, a swagger in his step.
“You called for me?” he asks, slathering on the sweetness so thick it makes you laugh.
This is far too fun. Why didn’t you think of it sooner?
“I need you to chop this onion,” you reply, pointing to the cutting board next to the stove.
Kyle glances at your naked body again, lightly biting on his bottom lip like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“That’s why you asked me to come to the kitchen?” he asks, skeptically.
“Yep,” you reply brightly, ignoring the lust in his eyes.
“No other reason?”
“No other reason,” you repeat, shaking your head as you peer down into the soup pot.
“Okay,” he murmurs. Then, louder, “okay.” Kyle steps around you, placing his hand on your ass, squeezing firmly before giving it rough smack.
“No other reason,” he drawls, hand still on your buttocks as he settles beside you, eyeing the onion.
“Nope,” you squeak as he pulls you away from the pot and presses his growing erection against your hip.
John "Soap" MacTavish
“Johnny!”
You sit on the edge of the bed, scooting back just enough to lightly kick your feet while you wait for your husband. When Johnny doesn’t appear or reply in confirmation, you call out to him again.
“Johnny!”
His response is immediate. “Aye! I heard ya!”
With a wickedly mischievous smile, you lean back on your elbows, displaying yourself. There isn’t a single clothing item on your body. It’s on purpose. To startle Johnny. Surprise him with yet another one of your antics. You’re always pulling a fast one on him, making him think nothing is amiss before taking him for a spin.
“I need help,” you croon as his footfalls draw closer. “Really bad,” you emphasize.
Johnny comes into view, stepping through the bedroom door with a look like he’s about to chew you out, only to come to a dead stop, nearly tripping over his own feet as he notices you on full display.
That slight annoyance dissipates, morphing into interest. Johnny’s smile matches your own. Swaggering into the bedroom, he absently rubs his stomach like he’s about to devour a juicy meal.
“Oh, aye,” he croons, nodding toward your naked body. “I can help with that.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
When Simon is working out, he’s completely in the zone.
This time is his refuge. His sanctuary. The peace he needs to calm his mind and body.
Which means it’s the perfect time to…surprise him.
“Simon!”
You call out to him, adding a sing-song quality to your voice, knowing that you won’t receive a response. And you don’t. Simon doesn’t answer at all. He rarely does when he’s blasting heavy metal and hammering away at the punching bag.
“Simon!”
Shouting his name again gives you the same result—an empty reply. Creeping slowly down the hall, you poke your head into Simon’s workout room. He has his back to you, hands wrapped, swinging away at the punching bag. You tiptoe across the floor, taking a seat on the very edge of the weight bench, crossing your right leg over your left.
You wait. And wait. Humming a tune until Simon drops his hands, removing the wraps, stretching his neck. Simon turns, reaching for his water, only to freeze as he notices your bouncing foot.
The heavy metal is still blasting from the Bluetooth speaker. Simon’s gaze starts at your feet, lazily roaming upward, taking in all the bare skin you’re showing off. You are completely naked. Not a scrap of clothing anywhere. You playfully shrug your shoulders in feral invitation. Without glancing away, Simon reaches out, shutting of the music.
The room falls into silence.
“What are you up to, love?”
Again, you shrug. “I kept calling for you, but you wouldn’t answer. Had to get your attention somehow.”
Simon takes a step forward. “I’m listening,” he growls, becoming the wanton predator.
A zing of pleasure races up your spine and encircles the crown of your head. It’s glorious victory. A sweet win. Even as arousal blooms, you hop up from the bench and casually stroll toward the door. Simon increases his pace, following. You add a bit of energy to your step, keeping ahead of him.
“I needed help in the kitchen but you were obviously busy—”
“I’m not busy now.”
“—so I’ll go back to what I was—Simon!”
You flail and giggle with delight as Simon wraps his arms around your waist, lifts you off the ground, and starts walking to the bedroom.
“Put me down!” you laugh, but you’re not fighting him.
This is what you wanted. To snag Simon’s attention for a bit.
When you and Simon first started dating, you’d spend nights at his or your apartments, and he’d wake up at the butt crack of dawn to go for a run. You’d stir a bit in bed when he’d get up, but never wake up. He’d try to convince you sometimes to come with, but who’s he foolin’?
He’d do the same when he was deployed, running laps around base or just back and forth in the hallways.
After you’d gotten married and found out you were pregnant with your first baby, Simon would wake up even earlier, run 10,000 steps faster, and come home to make you breakfast in bed. You’d tell him he didn’t have to, but does he listen?
Once Tommy was born? The runs stopped. Not completely, but they occurred maybe once a week. Instead, Simon opted for double home workouts, so he could be home with you and Tommy.
But today was different.
The sun was just beginning to creep through the curtains, shining a bit of light into the room. The house was quiet, peaceful. Simon had you curled up in his arms, resting against his chest. Nothing could change it.
Except the baby monitor blaring the cries of your 4-month-old throughout your room. Both of you jolt immediately, but Simon pushes you down into the sheets, “I’ve got ‘im.”
He gets up, pulling a pair of shorts over his boxers. He kisses your forehead before heading to check on the baby. He walks to the nursery, picking up Tommy and cradling him to his chest. He hums at the little boy, who calms down almost immediately in his father’s arms.
“Didn’t wanna sleep in, huh? The sun’s barely up,” Simon coos at Tommy. “Yeah?”
Tommy gurgles in his arms. Simon gets an idea.
“Should we go for a run? Huh?” He sets the baby down on his changing table, getting him ready. He changes him into a warmer onesie, along with a little matching hat. Simon slips on a hoodie himself and taps you out of your slumber to let you know where he’s going. You nod, shooing him away.
He heads outside with Tommy in a bassinet-style stroller, softly jogging down the street to the park. His eyes are constantly drifting between the surroundings and his adorable little boy who’s sucking on his own fingers while staring at the sky.
Simon whispers little nothings to him, telling him stories about every one of the trees that they pass.
They finish their jog/walk in about half an hour, walking back into the house to find you making breakfast, a smile on your face. “Did my athletic boys enjoy their run?”
“More so a walk,” Simon kisses your cheek, letting you kiss and cuddle Tommy.
His perfect little family. If only he knew he’d be pushing four strollers soon.
