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#I did my duty
cloudbatcave · 4 months
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The one good thing about being sick is that I don’t have to see my grandmother in the hospital
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amikoroyaiart · 6 months
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Some 22 and 09 angst doodles
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thisnoah · 17 days
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"You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate"
[Too Sweet by Hozier]
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wombywoo · 6 months
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retro 🪖
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temeyes · 2 months
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//i wont say (im in love) plays in the background//
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yi3248 · 1 month
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together
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stranded-ziggy · 2 months
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Ghost and Soap || Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II
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ghouljams · 5 months
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Ghost and pet names: The first time you call him baby he thinks about it, quietly loses his mind over it for the better part of a week. It's a casual passing thing you said, probably meant nothing. He convinces himself it meant nothing until you say it to him again with a sly smile, and he falls apart all over again. Names are... important. To Ghost. They're important to Ghost. They measure things: rank, familiarity, affection. Names are a baseline guide for his world.
Sir/Ma'am are too military, too close to his every day. Daddy/Mummy are too... the feelings they conjure aren't good, he doesn't- he doesn't feel safe with them. Mister? Miss? Ooh when he groans out a "Please Miss" "I'll do better Mister" it's perfect. It makes him feel small, makes him feel safe and kept. It tells him exactly where he ranks, below you. It's respectful in a way he hasn't had to be since he was a kid, and it flips some switch in the back of his head that he isn't expecting. It tip, tip, tips him forward into some warm fuzzy space where he can leave the thinking to you and just enjoy the pleasure you give him. You take such good care of him, why wouldn't he give you the respect(the title) you deserve?
It doesn't help that it still gets to him when you purr "is that right baby?" every time he snarks at you. He knows he'll get it later, he's hoping for it actually. It's easier than asking, and you're always quick to pick up on what he wants. (Even when he knows he'll have to beg to get it)
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brewed-pangolin · 2 months
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Gym Rat Soap doesn't let you bring in the groceries. Absolutely not. He hasn't spent years of training just to let little ol' you carry the insurmountable weight of produce within your hands.
And he will not make multiple trips. Just one. Doesn't matter. He'll put ten bags on each arm if need be. You're not taking a single one.
You ask how you can repay him for assisting with such a monotonous endeavor. He simply smiles and tells you nothing. Just let him help, that's it.
Although you wonder, twenty minutes later, if the groceries were just the warm-up as his strong arms hold you up perfectly against the wall.
Calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he keeps you spread wide open, pistoning his cock into your soaking cunt as the bags sit unattended on the counter while your mewls of pleasure echo rhythmically through the halls of your home.
Gym Rat Soap Masterlist
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azucarera-art · 6 months
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the prettiest girl
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robynrileyart · 1 year
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ass ass ass (also on twitter)
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Sometimes... the world can be a little too much.
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wombywoo · 8 months
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blood brothers 💋💀
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temeyes · 3 months
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haha noooo captain,,, dont,,,,,,,,,,,,, (blaming @gamergirlbones for making draw this!!!!!!!)
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synthe4u · 1 month
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The stress was beginning to seep in. Your eyebags becoming more visible by the day. No one could tell you were more tired than the past week.
You were more quiet and less aggressive in your talking. You seem to have lost your spirit in a way, but of course, the man in the mask figured it out.
Ghost eyed you on the other side of the room. You were bobbing your head, nearly falling asleep before being shaken awake by the slight fall of your body.
You were being distracted by the lights and paid no mind to Ghost's wandering eyes.
It wasn't until around 2100 (9:00pm) when he knocked at your door. You weren't asleep yet. Your light was still on.
Opening the door you asked, "Is something wrong?"
You hadn't changed out of uniform and still seemed out of it.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
"Why are you awake?"
You snapped back at him. You weren't in the mood. You've been tolerable all day, no arguments or fights, but it's clear he came to ruin that.
He stared at you in silence. The mask made him more intimidating which caused you to fess up.
You ran your hands through you hair, frowning in disgust at the knots in your hair.
"Just some family problems is all."
"Losing sleep over your family?"
You sighed, "What do you need?"
"Need you to sleep so we could complete this mission."
"I'm not broken, I can still do the mission."
Silence permeated the hall, other than the occasional fizzle from that one light the base swears isn't broken or haunted.
"Can I come in?"
The door widened a foot further, allowing the masked man inside. You didn't understand why you would let him in. You don't let anyone in your room, at least, not for silly matters like this.
He followed you further into your room after shutting the door, and settled on the side of your bed. You didn't have time to question it before you fell.
Collapsing on the spot, Ghost caught you before the ground could do actual damage to your body.
I guess the sleep had caught up to you, just as Ghost had caught you.
Sleep truly is not for the weak. Stay healthy, guys.
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frogcupid · 28 days
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exactly what it says on the tin. taken out of his official voicelines & put together for your auditory pleasure _(:з」∠)_
[reblogs appreciated <3]
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