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codisgay · 3 months

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MORE Body & Cuddling HC's

*SFW*

Kinda sugestive tho (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Holy shit, I didn't mean to make these this long but I love my boys so, eat my children, feast away.

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Graves:

-Twink.

-I mean he's a brat, we know this. He has a very feminine waist and is clean shaved all over, he buys the most expensive shit.

-He has a tattoo, right above his ass. Yes. It's a tramp stamp.

-Always has to be the little spoon, but if he's really stressed he'll lay on your side and knead your pecs. Maybe take a chomp if he notices you're starting to nod off or if you even suggest you're bored and just want to get a book to read.

-He really is just a brat.

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Alex:

-Im thinkin... Otter.

-Definitely has chest hair and some on his back too, happy trial starts right under his belly button.

-He's such a pretty boy and he knows it. Will absolutely use it against you. I'm talking making his way into your office when you're having to pull an all nighter because of paperwork. He'll slowly roll your blinds up, make his way to the couch in your office to lay in the moon beams as they shine ever so beautifully off his skin and highlighting his hair perfectly.

-Still ignore him? He's making noises now, clicking his prosthetic leg against the floor to piss you off, maybe saying nasty things to you in morse code while he's at it.

-When you eventually give in, just pick him up like a cat and plop him in your lap. Occasionally kiss his forehead while you're rubbing his back and he's passed out in record time, head tucked in the crook of your neck, his breath and stache occasionally tickling your skin.

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König:

-Ok, I'm aware people hc him as big and hairy but I'm in love with @bluegiragi design of him. Just wet cat. So I'm gonna say twunk, a tall hunky twink.

-Minimal amount of hair on his chest and a nice sprinkle disappearing into his pants. Very, very pronounced v-line. Small waist big hips.

-Under his hood is a mop of stringy dark burgundy hair kept in a lazy low bun. Has a scar starting from his chin across his nose and up to his left eyebrow. Other minimal scarring across his body. His left nipple and tounge are pierced, on his back is a tattoo of a malnourished ork upside down hanging from a tree with tears streaming down it's cheeks.

-If he's on the verge of a panic attack and has completely shut you out, pinch the scruff of his neck that way you have his attention before taking his hands and setting them on your chest. The rhythmic thumping of your heart calms him down. Basically just cuddle and talk with him and he'll fall asleep in your arms.

-He's kinda lanky so he'll koala around you without even realizing, and God forbid your arm or leg falls asleep. He's comfortable with you so he'll blink his long lashes at you while jutting his bottom lip out, and you'd have to be an ass if you still tried to shift after he looks at you like that.

-If you're both in a meeting, and y'know he's a colonel so he's acting all serious and it can occupy his mind for a while. Not being affectionate because he drills into that head space heavily, just give him a minute or ask if he's up for a spar. Do not get all lovey dovey while he's like this, he tends to get angry and won't mean any of it but he can be quite scary and will just glare down at you until left alone.

-Eventually he'll come back and climb into your shared room. If you're awake and reading or something he'll wiggle between your legs, using your stomach as a pillow as he absent-mindedly traces hearts on your thigh in apology.

-But if you're asleep he'll dig that octopus plush out of the drawer and flip it on it's happy side, setting it next to your pillow so you see it the next morning before crawling under the covers and spooning you with his arms over yours and fingers intertwined.

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Keegan:

-Def an otter.

-He'll trim his pubes but that's it, but only if you complain directly to him about them scratching you.

-Has both ears and his nose pierced.

-He reeks of musk constantly, at this point you're worried he doesn't shower at all. Sweat and testosterone oozing out of every pore.

-On a less grossly sexy note he has freckles, little ones dotted along his shoulders and this tiny beauty mark under his lip. Goes feral when you leave a hickey directly on the mark, he's feral in general but like... extra feral.

-He's Mr.Hotshot but like every human he has a weakness.

-Keegan P. Russ is extremely ticklish and hates it, you on the other hand love it, obviously. Because he tends to get huffy like a toddler and starts going off on you, just wiggle a finger under his chin and watch as this squeamish little giggle escapes his lips. His face will go tomato red as he points as accusing finger at you as he lets out a gasp of betrayal.

-Sooth him over by scooping him up and crushing him under your weight, he lives for the feeling of you going deadweight on him. Eventually calms down and traces the muscle lines on your back while you both begin to doze off.

-But don't celebrate now because he sleeps like a rock and snores like a pig.

-You still love him though.

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Roach:

-Twink twink twink. Tiny bug man has stolen my heart.

-Has like no body hair except for his surprisingly hairy legs.

-He has antenna, just like actual antenna and know one knows why. Ask him and he'll chitter at you and scurry away. You've checked his entire body by the way, trying to figure out if he was hiding any thing else bug like while he has a smug smirk.

-Imagine getting up in the middle of the night and uh oh. Your pest of a boyfriend has mysteriously disappeared. Or... you thought until you swung your legs over the bed to find him and hear a startled squeak from under your bed.

-I mean, how dare you step on his hand like that?? What do you mean it's his fault for hiding under the bed? Nuh uh, all your fault.

-And like I said before he just has functioning antenna because they just move around, because you'll be sitting on the bed or maybe in your office and all of a sudden these little buggers pop up.

-He used to do it to scare you but as soon as you got used to it you figured out how sensitive the little antenna are. He'll be standing in the locker room, fresh out of his gear, antenna drooping with exhaustion.

-Just sneak up behind him and flick his antenna and watch as he trills, body shuddeirng and goosebumps all over his freckled skin as he looks back at you expectingly. Can't just leave your boyfriend all high and dry like that, especially not after such a brutal(in his words.. er, hands) attack to him.

-Let him scramble up you like a tree before you walk back to the bedroom with him on your shoulders, a freckled thigh on each side of your head with his swinging feet bouncing off your chest.

-If you're both in the mood, usually just him. He'll give you sloppy kisses, until you've got a throbbing vein on your forehead because he won't just fucking kiss you properly so you manhandle him under you, sitting on his pelvis as a whispy noise leaves him. Immediately craning back up to litter hickies wherever he can reach, he bites, not nibbles. Mostly on your nipples.

-Tugging those darned piercing until your nipples are raw and you have to shamefully wear tape over them since your uniform tends to scratch at them either way and it's even worse now. And the tiny fucker giggles about it too. If you aren't on mission and you stretch your arms out, your shirt pressing tight to your chest and the indent if the tape being visible once again he's break out into loud giggles if you're alone or with the squad but if with people that aren't the tight group of 141 boys his shoulders will just shake with silent, mocking laughter.

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Pt.3 is also in the works ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I never expected these to be getting so many notes.

I might be missing a few tags, so oopsie.

#cod mw2 #cod x male reader #cod fic #modern warfare 2 #konig x male reader #konig mw2 #x reader #alex x male reader #graves x male reader #Phillp Graves #alex keller #keegan x male reader #roach x male reader #Cod ghosts

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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No, cause tangerine is the type to make you spread your cunt open for him and he would just kiss and suck on your clit very gently cause he knows how sensitive you are and how easily you could cum but maybe he’ll do it more harshly from time to time cause he likes being mean :(( (and his stache would make it feel even better)

(Also i think he actually gives the best kisses, like the make out sessions with him are really something else)

he'd be all gentle but sorta mean about it too :(( holding your waist with his warm hands--his fingers digging into your soft skin :( <3 you can feel his watch pressed coldly against your trembling body as he messily eats out your cunt <33 his mustache rubs right against your folds, making you even more sensitive than before. he'll take his right hand and pull up gently on your clitoral hood before sucking very gently, making you whine loudly cuz the feeling of him on you makes your whole body feel numb but also feel an extreme amount of pleasure all at once <33 when you start grinding on his face a bit, he'd lick very slowly upward, slowly circling his tongue around you puffy clit before spitting on your folds :,(

you'd whimper, tugging on his once gelled hair as he shushes you softly, right hand rubbing sloppily but harshly on your folds then your puffy button.

"i know, sweet girl, 'm sorry...y'cunt's all swollen an' puffy..bet she's more sensitive than before, huh, princess? 's from my mustache; but 's all right, you just rub slower on my mouth m'kay? or faster..whatever you want, 'm right here.."

an!! an!! he'll kiss your engorged and fat button, telling you how much of a good girl you are as you grind against his tongue, feeling his spit and your slick drip down to the mattress as he makes out with your pussy <3333

and he definitely would give the best kisses--like if you two are making out, he's messy and sloppy but with precision..just like how he is when he eats your cunt out <333 :((

#tangering bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x reader smut #aarontaylorjohnson #aarontaylorjohnson smut #aarontaylorjohnson smut x reader #tangerine x innocent!reader #tangerine x naive!reader #aaron taylor johnson bullet train #mail 💌#smut

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runa-falls · 2 years

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unconventional methods

summary: lloyd has rounded up everyone in six's phone to find him. and lloyd being lloyd, he isn't afraid to use unconventional methods to get what he wants.

pairing: lloyd hansen x reader

rating: DARK (please look at warnings before reading!)

warnings: dark!lloyd, knife-play, blood, injury, suggestive content dub-con, interrogation

word count: 465

A/N: just had to get this out

likes are nice but comments/reblogs keep me going!

masterlist

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Your whimper echoes against the concrete walls as the cool metal of a knife delicately drags down the soft skin of your cheek. Your arms are desperately pulling at the rope behind you, painfully rubbing against the skin of your wrists.

He hasn’t even started the interrogation, and he’s already covered in blood. His lazy smile is evenly spritzed in crimson, evidence that he found the others before you. You were the last one in the lineup. The last contact in Six’s phone.

“So–Where is he?”

You swallow deeply, trying to appease your dry throat after hours without food or water. You turn your gaze to the wall, refusing to look up at his patronizing face. “Where is who?”

“Funny.” His face says otherwise. The psychopathic smile immediately drops from his face as he squats to lean into your kneeling figure, so close that you can feel his warm breath brushing against your face.

Lloyd presses the blade more insistently against your cheek, speaking through his teeth. “Let’s try this again. Where.” He pushes in a little harder. “Is.” And harder still. “He?”

You let the silence bloom, clenching your jaw as he shallowly pricks into your skin. Holding in a wretched scream, you try to block out how your blood beads at the surface of your skin before trailing heat down your face and neck.

He graciously pulls the knife back after a second, but before you can swallow in a full breath, a hand reaches down to grip your jaw, forcing you to crane your neck and look at him. His hand tightens around your face in frustration, pulling screams from your chest as his fingers purposely dig into your fresh wound.

“I don’t know.” It’s barely comprehensible through the rasp of your voice, but he heard it.

“Boring--Look, I read your file. I know about that little fuck fling you had, but was he really that good?” Your eyes meet his comment, not expecting the question. “Is that why you’re doing all this, hm? To protect your little boyfriend?” His head tilts in condescension as his voice taunts you with a coo.

“Well, if a full cunt will make you loyal, two can play at that. ” You don’t realize what’s happening until you hear a distinct tear of cloth under your neck. The material of your shirt tears easily against the sharp edge of his knife, splitting perfectly down the middle. “Maybe if I give you a little taste of heaven, you’ll start cooperating.”

“Please don’t do this–please–”

A cruel smile quirks up from under his stache as his blue eyes drink in how your body trembles for him. Ripped fabric sways with your movements, revealing your bare flushed body to the room.

“Hm...I think I will.”

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #the gray man #lloyd hansen drabble #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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agentnico · 1 year

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Tetris (2023) Review

Not going to lie, but using “The Final Countdown” as a song for your movie trailer immediately means the marketing team from Apple TV+ deserve a raise! That song slaps!!

Plot: Henk Rogers discovers Tetris in 1988, and then risks everything by travelling to the Soviet Union, where he joins forces with inventor Alexey Pajitnov to bring the game to the masses.

You hear a movie titled Tetris is coming out and one has to wonder if we have another Emoji Movie on our hands, where we’ll get little tetra shaped characters goofing about in some animated mathematics world trying to force an unfunny joke upon our poor heads. Then we get a random celebrity cameo like Orlando Bloom voicing an L-tetromino and making a joke that his character’s full name is Legolas. Actually, wouldn’t mind seeing that last part, just saying. Regardless, Tetris isn’t actually some ridiculous animated affair based on a pop culture phenomenon, but instead is the backstory for how the game was brought to the world masses. So no talking tetrominos, but instead we have ourselves a legal drama.

Look, before you all shut your eyes away upon the news of another legal drama, this movie is actually surprisingly engaging and the story of the battle for the licence of worldwide distribution of this little game is filled with twists and turns, as well as an element of spy espionage, due to the original game owners being Soviet Russia. That’s right, there’s an element of the Cold War in these proceedings, with Henk Rogers and others trying to persuade the Russians to sell them the rights, however as known the Russians don’t trust anyone. Speaking of the Russians, the communist backdrop is handled really well, with this idea that when in Moscow you’re always being watched, as well as digging into the corruption of the Soviet regime. Even Gorbachev shows up at one point, thought that element I imagine didn’t happen in real life and was more so added to up the ante of this film.

Speaking of upping the ante, even though many scenes revolve around characters sitting in rooms discussing legal stuff, the movie also involves car chases. That’s right, the writers definitely added a bit of a fictitious element to this story to make it more exciting for the casual viewer. I enjoyed that. It made this movie stand out more from others of its genre, and of the said car chase as well as other sequences, there are visual moments where the screen turns into this very early shonky computer graphic pixelated look, which I found to be quite the clever little gimmick. This backed up with an 80s techno soundtrack as well as various renditions on the classic Tetris theme made for an overall exciting watch.

Taron Egerton as always is super likeable and charming as Henk Rogers, in some ways channelling a young Gary Oldman, although maybe its just the Jim Gordon stache. The character of Rogers himself is the typical underdog one loves to root for. He’s the reckless entrepreneur who bets his entire house and life on this one game that he believes has the power to become something massive. He’s described by one of the other characters as “stupid but honest”, as Egerton leans into that heavily. His friendship bond he builds with the Tetris game creator Alexey Pajitnov (played by Russian actor Nikita Efremov in a very endearing way) is also really delightful, and a scene where the two of them go to a Soviet nightclub is a highlight. Roger Allam and Igor Grabuzov relish their villainous roles, and Toby Jones pops in doing some kind of European accent, though hard to pinpoint exactly which one.

Overall I really enjoyed Tetris, and was surprised at how the creative team managed to make this story as engaging as it is. Also naturally there is an element of nostalgia, as like many back in the day as a kid I used to enjoy rinsing Tetris. I even had a little handheld console that was designed specifically for Tetris. It wasn’t the branded stuff like the GameBoy (though I had that too for Zelda and such); it was literally this little Tetris console my dad got me in Russia, and that was the beginning of my screen addiction, which later turned into my smartphone....dark times. Regardless, a solid watch and currently my favourite film so far this year, though that’s not a difficult feat seeing as thus far this year’s movie releases have been really average. I look forward to the inevitable Rock, Paper, Scissors movie!

Overall score: 7/10

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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just thinking about seb going back to the porn stache and sitting on the bathroom counter with your legs wrapped around him helping him with the clippers, i thought fuck boy red bull seb was the vibe but dilf aston martin and ferrari seb hits so hard

at first I laughed soooo hard because seb what the fuck but then, I saw this pic and now I’m like fucking with it. // also so true, redbull seb my beloved but dilf seb I love you baby

Pulling on the hair, you tightened your ponytail as your husband walked in, the man bending down to dig through the drawer from something bit not before he smacked your ass.

“Sebastian!” you laughed, turning to face the man. Seb smiles, his boyish charm peeking through. “I didn’t do anything,” he says, standing up again.

“Never said you did - you guilty of something Mr. Vettel?”

“I would think not,” Seb hums, his chin between your fingers as you kiss him. You rub his jaw, his beard tickling the inside of your palm.

Seb smiles, leaning into your touch. “I think it’s time for a change,” he tells you, showing you the clippers in his hand. Your brows furrow, pouting, “but I like the beard.”

“I know you do but I'd like to see my face again.” Seb laughed, plugging in the cord as you hop up on the counter. He tumbles through the top drawer for his headband.

“Just take a hair tie baby, that thing is gonna leave an indent on your forehead.”

“Eh,” he shrugs, turning on the clippers. You watch as the hair falls into the sink. Seb did a rough go over of one cheek before you took the clippers from him.

Sebastian’s brows pull together, confused. “Let me,” you rest a hand on his cheek, making slow passes over his cheek. You get through both cheeks, Sebastian standing between your legs, his hands rubbing on your thighs as you inspect his face.

You hand the clippers back to him, “do the rest, I don’t want to knick you.” You tell him, brushing his cheek off with your hand. Seb glances in the mirror, he only had his moustache left to do.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna keep it like this.” Seb tells you and you can’t help but laugh.

Between the headband and the moustache, he looked like an 80s porn star and you tell him exactly that.

“Sebastian, you look like a porn star from the 80s.” You laughed and Seb looks back in the mirror. “Do I really ?”

“Yeah.” You slide off the counter, you were trapped him and the marble behind you. Seb rests his hands on your hips, his lips finding their way to your neck.

“Then let me show you a good time, little lady.” He mumbles against your skin.

“You are soooo cheesy, baby.” You tell him, your hand resting on his cheek as he looks back at you.

Seb grins, kissing you whilst he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you back to the bedroom. “You love cheesy. Plus, don't you remember how much you loved to sit on my face the last time?”

His words reminding you of his Ferrari days and Seb notices the way your thighs squeeze against him, your hand fiddling with his shirt. “C’mere.” You pull your husband back to you, the man chuckling against your lips.

#soft husband!seb #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel smut #favs <3

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hirik0 · 9 months

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Jealousy Part 8

NSFW 09Soap/Ghost

Office sex, they have lube this time, bottom Ghost, top Soap, Ghost is a brat, butt plug, dig ridding, hand job, anal fingering, multiple orgasm, aftercare

21:00 is at the same time aproaching to fast and not fast enough. Soap was able to get a few thinks out of his room, like lube and a condom if Ghost whats to use on. He's pretty sure Ghost would not like cum running down his thights and it will probably instant dry in this weather. His desk is also mostly clear of thinks, moving all the folders from the desk, so Ghost woud have enough space on the desk and they dont shove thinks down on the floor in the heat of the moment. He also has some water and energy bars stached in his office and a blanket if Ghost spaces out on him again, post orgasm. He's going over one of the filles Price marked importent to him. Old recruits reports nobody bothers to keep up with some hasty written notes from all members of the 141 collectet in the folder some are more readable then others. "We really should try to keep up with this", Soap is mumbeling to himself while he trys to figure out what the fuck Archer wrote down. Ghost would be here in 20 minutens knowing that Ghost is always extra early. He nervous, he should not be nervous its not like they didn't just fucked yesterday. But if he goes by Ghost behaivour earliert this day and how much he tryed to get what he wants yesterday, he probably is in for a wild ride today. The needy, greedy version of Ghost that he saw yesterday will be very likely less neddy and double as greedy. Maybe he really over estimated his stamina, with not knowing how long and often Ghost can go. The door to his office is open, so Ghost can just walk in, whatever way he thinks is the least suspicius for all the other people working late. He gives up working on the reports and instat nervously fidgets Ghost balaclava in his fingers. Just a moment later he hears a knocking on his door and Ghost stands in his door, wearing that tanc top that he already saw earlier and the shorts Soap feared he would wear and jogging shoes looking like he takes a late run after a hot day. His mouth is watering as he sees all of the leg that Ghost is showing, god this victorian lady think that Ghost has going for him is stupid ridiculous. "We should go over some of this paper work, Captian.", Ghost says before walking in and closing he door. There is no going back now.

Ghost thinks this sounds like it's out of a bad porn video. But, for the small chance that someone else is on the floor they would just think they did boring paperwork. He wasn't sure what he was supost to do or bring, so when he brought Riley to his room to cool down in the bathroom he grabed his lube and prepared a littel suprise for Soap. He drops the filles on the chair in front of Soaps desk, so they are not in the way. He registers that Soap cleared up the desk and he hums aprichiativ. Looks like they both put some thought in to this. He just simply walks around the desk sitting on the desk facing Soap. Ghost would not amitted it but hes nervous, that this will not hold up with the fantasy thats haunting him for months, that Soap will not like this, that yesterday was just a wild coincident and they are not compadibale. "And you think that sitting on my desk is the right place?" Ghost just tilled his head removing the surgical mask and smirking at Soap. "Well, where else should i sit then, Captain?", Ghost chalenges, trady to push Soap in what ever direction he pleases. Soap pretents to think about it, seeing the smirk on Ghost face getting bigger, Ghost clearly thinking he has the controll of the situation again. "Well, I guess, with this outfit the best place to sit would be", Soap start before pulling Ghost from the desk on his lap. "Here, dont you thing?" The smirk on Ghost face is replaced by a blush and a open mouth because a gasp escaped him. Before Ghost can get a moment to talk back, Soap is kissing him. Its a lot of spit and thunge not the best kiss either of them ever had, but its just like they think this needs to start. Soap presses Ghost closer to him causing to Ghost to moan already. "Already so despread for my dick again, Simon?" "No, just want to boost your ego a bit", Ghost lies, the change in position pressed the butt plug hes wearing against his prostate. "These shorts dont hid anythink you know.", Soap just states before putting his hand over Ghost already hard dick. The moment Ghost is opening his mouth to response somethink hes moving his hand, so only small gasp and moans are escaping Ghost. "I have 3 rules for you Simon, you think you can follow them." "Yes", Ghost moans, because Soap is grabbing his ass pressing their erections together. "Rule number 1. If you're getting to loud i will gag you, Number 2. If you cant behave yourself I will stop and 3. If its to much I want you to tell me, yeah no need for you to actully get hurt. You understand?" "Yes, if im to loud you will gag me, if i dont behave you will stop and if I'm hurt or it's to much I tell you", Ghost confirmes he understood, while rubbing himself against Soap. "Any rules I should be aware of?" "No hitting and no restraining of my hands", Ghost simply answers. "Good boy", Soap purs in his ear and Ghost face is already turning a dark shade of red. "I have a condom if you want to use one", Soap tells him while his hand are groping Ghost ass. Ghost is thinking about it, he has his own littel suprise and a condom would leave a trace. "What kind of condom?" Ghost ask, knowing some of the condoms with texture will drive him insane in the best ways.. "A normal one." Soap answers a bit confused, never used a textured condom before. "Mhm, no condom then." "You sure, cum will just run down your legs for everyone to see." "Im sure", Ghost ensures Soap trying not to smirk or giving a too teasing answer. Soap is starting to kiss his neck again, this time not adding anymore marks. "No claiming this time?", Ghost tease him.

Soap knows Ghost is teasing him, pushing his buttons. "There is a lot of free space to claim", he simply anserws referring to Ghost thighs. He liked that Ghost sees this as a claim, pleasing the posesiv parts of Soap. Ghost is shivering against him. "You got longer shorts don't you?" Ghost is moaning in his ear and not seeable for Soap is smirking. "No", he wispers a blantend lie but Soap dont need to know. "Likeing for people to see how good I fuck you, Simon? " "Not sure about the good part yet." "Fuck, these shorts really show of your ass", Soap moans because Ghost is bitting his neck. "Worked hard for it, no problem with showing it of, let them drool over it", Ghost braggs. Soap just humms in agreement this ass really deserves to get drolled over. They just make out for a while before Ghost ask: "About earlier, the vacation whats that about?" "Oh, i have a littel cottage a bit secludet. So I can hear you scream my name and begging really nicely for dick, as much and loud as you want. If you want too go." "Pretty sure about this screaming part arent you?" Soap his moving his lips to Ghost ear before wispering: "Im sure you also pretty with a gag in your mouth, but I already heared how loud you can get and i prefere hearing how good i fuck my partner." Ghost is digging his hands into Soap shoulders really likeing what hes hearing, his shorts getting uncompfortble thight. He wiggeling on Soaps lap tring to find a better position. "Also, i think you will really like to be in a big bed, beeing a littel spoilet pillow princess." "Not a pillow princess." Ghost pouts "So you want to go?" "Mhm, sounds promesing, but you really are a awful lot of just talk, Soap." "Oh, i will provide the action, but first i need you to tell me some thinks." Ghost gasp against Soaps neck. "Tell me about your fantasy, Simon." Ghost is buring his face into Soaps neck shacking his head. "Common, tell me, be my good boy." "Can't." "Why not?" "It's.. I'm afraid the reality is worse." Soap thinks a bit about it. It's a fantasy Ghost seam to have a lot so his a expectations are probably really high. "How about you just ride my dick for a while." He wispers in Ghost ear, while is hands a sneaking under Ghost top roaming over tge muscular back. Ghost moan is muffled by Soaps neck but it sounds like he likes the idea.

Riding Soaps dick, god yes he loves that. "We also have lube this time." "Yeah, does yours has a flavour?" "Shit, fuck that's.. like flavoured lube for sucking dick?" "Afirmetiv." Ghost is gasping and squirming in Soaps lap, already desprade for more. "Like thinking about stuffing your bratty mouth with my dick", Soap teases while one hand is slowly creeping in to Ghost shorts. His eyes widen when he is realising that Ghost is going commando. "No underwear, naughty." "Why putting them on if I lose them anyway?" A smirk is appearing on Soaps face, having an idea to teach Ghost a lesson. "Get up." He orders and Ghost follows the order shivering. When he stands Soap is turning him around before pulling him on his lap again. Moaning when Ghost ass is rubbing over his own clothed erection. His hands spread Ghost legs a bit before on hand is wandering around Ghost dick. "Wouldn't it be a disaster if you would cum in your pants like this, for everyone to see?", he wispers in Ghost ear before he starts to move his hand, trying to get Ghost as close as possible. And Ghost is wiggling and squirming in his lap even more. His ass rubbing against his erection the hole time. When he sees that the wet spot on Ghost pants is to his liking he stops the movement of his hand. "No, please, don't stop", Ghost begs, not carrying about ruining the shorts. "No." "Please", Ghost whines. "Mhm tell me a bit about your fantasy and I will go on." Ghost bitting his lip thinking about it. His desire to come and being so close to the edge is winning over. "Sometimes, ahh", Ghost gasp as Soap starts moving his hand again. "Sometimes you're pressing my face on the desk telling me, how good I'm taking your fat cock, like" Ghost is drooling the first tears start to fill his eyes. "Like I'm made for it. Other times you.. Soap more... please... you have my legs on your shoulders.. fucking me ahhh please.. please don't stop.. loving to see me droll... Soap... telling me how you're thinking about.. fillithy thinks you want to try." Ghost is so close and Soap just stop the movement of his hand. "No, Soap please... I need I'm so close...", Ghost begs, tears now running down his face. "I know. But I think I only let you come with my dick tonight." "No, please.. I can tell you more..." Soap makes a sound as if he's thinking about it. "Wich of the fantasys you like more?" "Neighter.. the favourite is then you eat out my ass.. scolting me for making your desk dirty, with my cum." Soap nearly comes in his pants himself from Ghost words and Ghost ass rubbing against his dick. "Fuck, Ghost.. dirty littel think aren't you?" "Yes. Just for you." "Yeah, wearing this cloths just for me too?" "Yes, want you to lose your mind over it, so you just bend me over the desk taking what you want", Ghost admits his plan. God Ghost really is trying his hardest to make him cum in his pants too. He thinks about it for a bit before he ask: "What I want?" "Yes." "Time to get you out of your shorts and ready for my dick then."

Ghost stands up a small smirk on his face, knowing that Soap will lose his mind when he notices the plug. He rest his arms on the desk bowing over it presenting his ass to Soap. But all he hears is Soap opening his own pants and the opening of a lube bottle. Ghost is looking over his shoulder seeing how Soap is lubing up his dick. The socked spot on his shorts growing bigger as he's leaking a big amount of pre cum at the picture of Soap. "You should still be stretched enough from yesterday", Soap stats and Ghost is moaning, nodding his head. "Drop your pants Ghost." With on of his hands he's pulling his own pants so far till gravity doing the rest. Presenting his now naked ass to Soap again. Waiting for Soap to finally find his littel surprise makes him shake in anticipation. But it looks like Soap has all time of the world to lube himself up. "Soap..." Ghost starts before feeling Soaps hands on his ass. Spreading his ass checks and gasping. "Need to teach you to stop acting this naughty, don't I Simon?" "Just like to be prepared, also you like it." A knowing smirk spreads on Ghost face. "Want me to fill you up and to keep my load in you don't you?", Soap says while he start fucking Ghost with the toy, Ghost leaking pre cum on the desk. "Ye..ahhh", Ghost moans when Soap pushes it back in. "Using toys often?", Soap ask casualy. "They are doing ahh the job better then most people." After a while Ghost makes high keens and whines. "Want my dick?" Soap ask likeing the noises he's getting out of Ghost. "Yes." Soap stops moving the plug. "Yes what?" Ghost is desperate wanting for Soap to quite the foreplay. "Yes, i want to ride your dick." "Good boy." Soap hums while pulling the plug out completely before, gasping when he sees how big the toy is. Getting his own pants down to his knees before putting his hands on Ghost tighs to pull him on his lap again.

Ghost is throwing his head back while slowly sinking down on Soaps dick. Enjoying being stuffed full, searching for the right movement to get them both off. Trying his best to not get to loud. Soap just let Ghost move his hips his hands staying on Ghost thighs keeping the legs open. Also making sure that Ghost not hitting his prostate. Ghost whines displeased at this fact. "Problem?" Soap ask smug. Ghost bites his lips not wanting to beg, he did this enough yesterday. "No." Ghost answers the question, having to put his hands over his mouth to muffel the moan Soap gets out of him. Soap moved Ghost hip a bit causing a change in angle trusting up and he's hitting Ghost prostate dead on. One hand is staying on Ghost mouth the other is grabbing the desk in front of him, to stabelise himself a bit. "Problems staying silent already?" Ghost just shakes his head, determined to not being gages. "Mhm you sure about this?", Soap purs in Ghost ears, trusting hard in to Ghost. Love seeing Ghost struggle to keep quiet, don't want Ghost to be quiet. Satisfied Soap sees Ghost blush spread over his neck. Suddenly Soap makes sure that Ghost can't move at all, when he notices how close Ghost is wanting to edge Ghost before he fucks his brain out. Ghost makes a high whining noise before he looks confused over his shoulder, before he smugly asks "Already struggling to keep up?" Soap just raises an eyebrow before he wraps his hand around Ghost dick, pushing Ghost over the edge in just two down strokes of his hand. "I don't think I'm the one that struggles to keep up."

Ghost blissed out post orgasm expression turns in to an angry glare in a few seconds. Soap reaching for some tissues to clean his hand, but Ghost has other plans liking the hand clean. Looking smug when Soaps mouth falls open looking scandelised. "On the desk, face to me", Soap growls and Ghost happily follows the order, sitting in the small puddel he left on the desk makeing a displeased face. Soap grins as Ghost is stripping out of tanc top and spreading his legs so Soap just needs to step in. Soap also removes his T-shirt. Enjoying how Ghost is roaming is eyes over his naked body. He lifts one of Ghost legs before marking his thighs with bites. Moving his head closer to Ghost dick. He ignores Ghost already hardening dick and the changes the leg. Getting a displeased whine from Ghost. "Is there a problem?", Soap ask knowing exactly what Ghost hoped he will do. "No." Ghost stats trying to not sound to annyoed, with not getting what he wants. When Soap stops his work to make sure that Ghost will not be able to wear his shorts with out showing his marks, he grins. Ghost back lays on the table he looks rather unimpressed at the Captain, but he's fully hard again. Soap pulls Ghost a bit to him, so his ass is hanging over the edge, before he places Ghost legs on his shoulders. He kisses Ghost tigh on last time before pushing in. "How, can you still be so tight, when you just road my dick and had a plug in?", Soap groans, when he's half way in. Ghost is just moaning and panting. "Fuck! You're so big", Ghost whines when Soap bottoms out. "Yeah? Bigger then your toys?" "Yes", Ghost moans not caring that he boosts Soap ego with this admission. Ghost puts a hand over his mouth giving Soap a chalenging looks as to tell him no gag needed. And Soap accepts this chalenge, building up a rythem, searching for the best angle to hit Ghost prostate to make Ghost break. When he hits dead on and Ghost eyes roll back Soap grabs Ghost thighs to keep the ancle, fucking harder in to him. The desk is moving a few inches forward, from how hard he's fucking Ghost. Ghost hand is struggling to muffel the moans and screams, precum is leaking on Ghost abs, tears running down his face. "Fuck, Simon so pretty for me. Taking me so good, trying so hard to be a good boy", Soap pants out between trusts. Suddenly Ghost is throwing his head back as his second orgasm is ripping through him.

Soap nearly comes himself when he sees how Simon is covering his whole torso in cum. Gasp when he notice a small drop made it up to Ghost cheek. Soaps stops his movement watching Ghost enjoying his second orgasm. With his thump he carefully wishes the cum from Ghost face, making Ghost open his eyes. His icy blue eyes are teary and glossed over. Soap liks his thump clean, making Ghost gasp. "You made a mess.", Soap chuckles. Ghost hummes, slowly blinking, clearly still in his post orgasm bliss. Soap just waits till Ghost is a bit more present. "Want to keep going?", Soap ask when Ghost eyes are not glossed over anymore thinking of some other thinks they could do for him to come. "What?", Ghost ask confused. "You wanted me to show you my stamina didn't you?", Soap ask with a smirk. Ghost eyes widen, the realisation hiding him, Soap still didn't come, yet. "Well then show me, Soap." And Ghost is eating is words shorty after. The overstimulation getting to much for him. "Soap, Soap to much", he whines and Soap stops. "Such a good boy remembering the rules, telling me when's to much", Soap praises while he's pulling out and letting Ghost legs slide from his shoulders. Pulling Ghost up in a sitting position, wipeing the tears from his cheeks.

"Wanne chose how we continue?", Soap ask when Ghost breathing is normalising. "Yes." Ghost answers enjoying Soap rubbing circles into his hips. "We can stop.." "No." "Still so greedy. I can fuck your thights or I grind against your ass." Ghost is bitting his lips while thinking about his options. Soap is cleaning up Ghost and placing kisses on his chest. Ghost plays with some hairs at the back of Soaps mohawk. "Can I give you a hand job while sitting on your lap?", Ghost ask when he made a desition. "Of course", Soap says sitting back in his chair. Ghost follows him struggling a bit to find a good position for his legs. When Ghost found a position to his liking he holds out his hand and Soap is puring a good amount of lube on it. For Ghost personal preference it's to much lube, but he closes his hand around Soaps dick, stroking a few times up and down. When its still to much lube he's just rubbing his hands over Soaps chest. Soap gives him a disapproving look and Ghost says with a big grin: "Ups." Ghost starts moving his hand, setting a slow rythem. When ever he's at the tip, he rubs his thumb over the slit, causing Soap to moan. Every down stroke he twists his wrist making Soap curse out. Soaps hands are kneading Ghost ass, smirks when Ghost is hard for a third time. "Yeah, can go a third time for me?" "Don't know." "That's fine, don't have to. Did already so good." Ghost still takes both their dicks in his hand, making them both moan. When Soap is getting close, he slips 3 of his fingers into Ghost ass pressing against his still sensible prostate. "Soap nahh, please", Ghost whines Soap massaging his prostate pushing him close to his third orgasm. "Yeah, want to give me a third?" "Yes." 3 down strokes of Ghost hand later Soap cumms all over Ghost hand and also makes Soap press is fingers a bit more forceful into Ghost prostate. This pushes Ghost over the edge a small amount of sperm is leaking out of his dick.

"So good for me", Soap praises Ghost who is resting his head against Soaps shoulder. Hot tears running down from Ghost face on too Soaps shoulder. Soap cleans his fingers from lube before he carefully drabs the blanket over Ghost shoulder. Soap is pating Ghost hair wispering soft praises while he waits for Ghost to come down. "You want something to drink or eat?", Soap ask after Ghost lift his head. "Yes." Soap smiles at this answer Ghost clearly still a bit out of it. He gives Ghost one of the energy bars and opens one of the water bottles. Ghost nibbles a bit on the bar before he chucks down half the bottle. When Soaps cleans the mess in between them and Ghost hand up he notice the bruises in form of his hand prints forming on Ghost thighs. The ugly posesiv parts of Soap are satisfied, seeing this as another claim, before he notices that Ghost shorts will not cover them. "Want that vacation", Ghost says after finishing the bar and Soap is kissing his forehead as a answer.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #captain mactavish #top soap #bottom ghost

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LET’S TALK ABOUT THE MUSTACHE

So recently I went digging back through the original comics and I found the moment Jake decided to put on the ol’ push broom. And let me tell you… It’s a nice look. But dude is going out to his cab every day and taking the time to apply a fake mustache so that it looks good and real. Then he goes back to his (steven’s) home and takes off the ‘stache.

IT TAKES TIME TO PUT ONE OF THOSE ON. Like, putting on any fake hair to make it not look like a silly costume $5 wig is EFFORT. You have to get the expensive kind, to get the spirit gum out, to make sure it isn’t going to slide off if you get sweaty or rained on. Brush it right. Maybe even apply a bit of makeup around it to blend the edges in. Then you have to take care of it! You can’t just toss it in the glovebox or drink holder! Lay it flat and protect it from dust and things. Jake took care of that thing!

So naturally being me and absolutely obsessed, sleep deprived, and tired of reloading tumblr over and over again at 3am waiting for someone to wake up so I can get my Moon Knight fix…. I sat down and over-thought about it.

First, I want to point out just how different Jake looks from Marc and Steven.

Comic book Steven looks like a classed up Marc and Marc looks like a man that crawled out of a dumpster that used to be on fire and is now mostly just expired takeout, raccoons, and ash. Show Steven looks like someone you want to hug and read a fashion magazine once but got confused and now just wears fun shapes and colors because it reminds him of a show he saw once on TV in the 80s, while Marc looks like he thought a good disguise was wearing a hoodie and slicking his hair back.

I digress.

But Jake? Jake is a man that set out to look like someone else. To build his own identity. In the comics he looks solid. Set jaw, the mustache, the hat, the style. He looks like a friendly uncle (depending on the run). So different from Marc’s scowl. From Steven’s clean shaven class. He feels like one of the common people that can blend in. To be friendly and enjoy himself.

In the show he honestly looks so amazingly different. The thin lips. The sharp jaw. The fashion choice that even makes his body build look so different. He looks taller, slimmer, lanky, and fast. From a distance Marc is shorter appearing but he is also built. Steven looks softer and squishy. It’s amazing what posture and fashion will do to change the shape of someone.

But even then, Marc and Steven are so similar in appearance. Probably beyond easily confused for one another if you aren’t in the know to check the eyes and eyebrows. Aside from Steven’s curls flowing wild and free and his fashion choices, he has no problem with this. He’s never needed to have a problem with this. Steven has always been his own person and not aware of Marc.

Marc makes his difference known by his choice in fashion that makes him comfortable and his hair. But he’s no stickler for it. He’s never needed to have a problem with this either.

So why does Jake? Let’s look past the obvious “They are different people and of course headmates are going to have their own view of themselves”. Let’s actually look at Jake’s history.

Unlike Steven, Jake has been very much aware of the other two while they aren’t aware of him. Can you imagine the number of times he has had to pretend to be either of them? Keeping his head down, mustering his best accent, or faking a smile as he left a situation.

Jake is unknown. Unthanked, unappreciated, and overlooked. He carries his own trauma and he keeps them alive. He sees himself as different from the other two. He is the force that holds it all together in the background. He’s also lived his own life, even if Marc isn’t aware of it.

It is possible Marc has far more missing time than he really thinks. He could easily miss days or months and think nothing of it. Maybe Steven was having a go of it. He could even miss a year and not care. Marc is so in loathing of himself that the less he fronts in his lowest of times the happier he is. It’s easy to see Jake taking that time to not only protect Marc, but to steal a little time for himself too.

Over this time, Jake notices he can grow facial hair easily. It probably looks good. During certain periods having a mustache was considered very adult and in high fashion. It’s easy to change a face with just a little facial hair. Easy to look in the mirror and see someone else. To shape it and decide what you want to look like.

Steven developed his own identity and clung to it so desperately. His name tag, his name spelling, being acknowledged for who he is. This was Steven’s way to say “I am Steven. I am my own person. I am my own identity.”

Jake found his own identity through how he looked. His name isn’t as important to him yet because no one knows who he is. But they can see him. He can be himself with a hat for comfort. A popped collar. A bit of facial hair. He can feel like this is his own body. He can take care of the body. He can lovingly groom it. He can dress in things that make him comfortable. After all, Jake is the protector and he also protects the body. I wonder how many times he’s been slammed to the front only to find the body dehydrated, unshowered, filled with alcohol, and scarred up.

My headcanon is that Jake takes pride in taking care of the body. Once Steven is in the loop, Jake will start to shut down the staying up all night business and enforcing hydration breaks. This is how he loves.

So why the mustache? An easy way to move further from Marc Spector’s face. Also a way to let them switch from one face to another. Comic book Jake is NOT a fan of Marc. The only one that dislikes Marc more is Marc. So Marc wears the mask to hide. A way for him to pull on his own identity.

The comics have been all over the place about the relationship between the three. Understandings, alliances, arguments, and attempted takeovers. But one thing they have always agreed on is that they each have their own autonomy.

Jake might even have body dysmorphia. Honestly, Marc might have it as well, but for different reasons and in different ways. Jake sees himself in his headspace and when he is looking at the body, it doesn’t quite line up. So he is going to do his best to feel comfortable in the skin he is given. Marc’s problem is that he can only see the bad in himself when he looks at the body and does what he can not to see the body at all.

Have you ever stared at your reflection and thought, “This isn’t what I’m supposed to look like?” It’s a surprisingly common thing. It’s also quite common in autistic individuals.

So going back to the show, Jake’s sense of style is SO different from the other two that it’s easy to see him trying desperately to find a way to feel at home in his own skin. The gloves, the jacket, the hat, the collar. It isn’t just about style, though that helps. Jake is making his own image and doing his best to look in the mirror and see himself.

I feel like I’m being less coherant than normal (which is saying something). So I’ll probably come back to the body dysmorphia thing at a later time if people think there might be something more to it to explore.

In the mean time, appreciate that lovely ‘stasch. Let Jake have his moment in the cab carefully putting it on his face and lining it up perfectly. He’s Jake Lockley, new york cabbie with a heart of gold and a fist of steel.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight meta #Jake Lockley #Steven Grant #Marc Spector #The Mustache #Mild talk about body dysmorphia #much talk about mustache #He would get the facial hair care kit #oil to keep it from drying out #a tiny tiny little comb #He's tried different colors but we won't talk about the week he was briefly a blond

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