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-the concept of working my whole life
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top 5 horror movies
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â ïœĄâ any pov (petnames 'sweetheart/love') àšà§Ë wc: 500 contains: nsfw (mdni)
Pâ rnstar!Simon who was ready to leave the industry until Johnny showed him a video of yours one night.
Maybe one more video wouldnât hurt.
Pâ rnstar!Simon whoâs on the phone the next morning telling his manager to get something booked. He doesnât listen when Price rambles on about how you have completely different audiences so it might not work.
âAll due respect, I donât care. Either way if Iâm in a video, people will click regardless and by the looks of it the same goes for them and their viewers.â
Pâ rnstar!Simon who insists the two of you get to know one another before filming because if you want an intimate shoot, heâll give you exactly that. What better way than to become familiar with each other? You know, just to double check the chemistry will be convincing. And who are you to turn down a free lunch date with an attractive man?
âNo no, donât worry about the bill, itâs on me.â
Pâ rnstar!Simon who brings you your favourite tea on the day of filming and thoroughly listens to you over everyone else on how you want it to be carried out. His usual onscreen genre hasn't been so tame but he finds himself looking forward to this scene with you more than anything heâs ever done in his career.
Pâ rnstar!Simon whose touch is so gentle and caring whilst filming. He takes his time, making sure everything he does is the way you want it. He keeps an eye on your every reaction, every sound he brings out of you. The scene is raw, natural and he forgets for a moment that the cameras are on the two of you. Has to stop himself from getting carried away, reminding himself that itâs all fake, even when it feels truly genuine.
âGod, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, love.â
Pâ rnstar!Simon who has tons of videos published, and not a single one of them has him kissing his scene partner. Yet he just canât stop his lips from connecting with yours as he shoots his cum deep inside you, hands intertwined.
Pâ rnstar!Simon who checks on you as soon as the cameras are off, making sure that youâre alright and everything's good.
âYâalright sweetheart? Can I get you anything?â
Pâ rnstar!Simon who manages to get your number but is too scared to contact you after that day in case he screws up and says something that comes across as weird. It takes a lot of convincing from Johnny before he finally calls you one night.
Pâ rnstar!Simon who smiles to himself when you pick up. The two of you talking on the phone for hours about the most random things in the world until you both fall soundly asleep, phones still in hand.
Maybe next time you the two of you could have your own personal scene off camera...
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
The sleeve. (18+ MDNI)
àšà§â ââââ â ââââ àšà§â ââââ â ââââ àšà§ â ââââ â ââââ àšà§
Youâd been with the 141 long enough that the team felt like homeâPriceâs cigars, Soapâs endless jokes, Gazâs easy laugh, and Ghost⊠well, Ghost was Ghost. Silent, broad-shouldered, always layered in black long sleeves and that damn mask. Youâd never seen an inch of skin. Not once.
Well, until today.
Youâd caught him in the gym, sleeves pushed up while he wiped down equipment. And oh GodâInk. A full sleeve on his left armâdark, intricate, covered from wrist to bicepâmaybe even higherâ in sharp lines and shadows. Skulls, barbed wire, something that looked like a grim reaper. It suited him perfectly, and the sight hit you low in the gut.
You couldnât stop staring. When he noticed, he tilted his head, that masked stare pinning you.
âSomething wrong, love?â
You swallowed. âYour arm. I didnât know you had any tattoos. Theyâre⊠really fucking cool.â
Ghost paused. âYou want a closer look?â His voice dropped, low and rough, a warning but.. you didnât catch it. âMight not be able to unsee it.â
You nodded without hesitation. âYeah. I want to see.â
You not catching that warning was more blessing than curseâ now youâre in his quarters, door locked, the only light a sad lamp casting shadows across the room. Your back is pressed to his chest, legs spread over his thighs as he fucks up into you from behindâslow, deep, relentless. The thick, tattooed arm hooked around you, and heâs got three fingers shoved deep in your mouth, stretching your lips, pressing down on your tongue, keeping you quiet.
You can see every inch of the ink.
The sleeve is even more detailed up closeâblack and gray, textured, the designs shifting with every flex of his forearm as he works his fingers in and out of your mouth in time with his cock. Saliva slicks his fingers, dripping down your chin, but you donât care. You moan around them, eyes locked on the tattoos, on the way his muscles move, on how hot the contrast is between the deadly ink and the way heâs using that hand to keep you quiet and full.
âFuckinâ asked if you were sure..â he growls against your ear, accent thick, breath hot through the mask he wonât remove. âNow look at you. Mouth stuffed with my fingers, cunt clenching every time you see somethinâ new. Dirty girl.â
He thrusts harder, hips snapping up, the wet sounds were obscene. His tattooed arm stays exactly where you can see itâfingers hooked in your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip as he makes you take them deeper. You gag softly and he chuckles, low and dark, never slowing.
âThatâs it. Keep your eyes on it while I ruin you.â
Your hands grip his forearm, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoos as your orgasm builds fast and sharp. Ghost doesnât let upâhe fucks you through it, fingers muffling your cries, the full sleeve on display just for you like he promised.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, he drags the wet digits down your throat, over your chest, and presses the tattooed palm flat against your stomach so you can feel every inch of him still buried inside.
âNext time..â he murmurs, voice wrecked, âyouâll trace every line while Iâm balls deep. Yeah?â
àšà§â ââââ â ââââ àšà§â ââââ â ââââ àšà§ â ââââ â ââââ àšà§
A/N: âŠ.Iâve been going feral since the sleeve reveal guys..
Happy pride month my peeps!! (Why the fuck are we half way thru the year already?)
Sun-annihilated kissed
Barbie being a hyper feminine, pink, girly icon while being described as asexual by Margot Robbie is v important to me, as a hyper feminine, asexual and aromatic girl who loves pink, cute, girly things just bc they make me happy
Being a hopeless romantic that hates men is so funny to me because a man could come walking towards me and my brain goes you âget the fuck away from me maleâ but my face says âohmygodthiscouldbemyhusbandâ
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
"steamin', you got yerself a bird LT?" kyle peers over ghost. liquor burning his throat so vividly he images he might be seeing things. simon riley, with a woman of all things? the man who falls asleep to the sound of gunfire?
as if.
the man of the hour pauses, annoyed by his sergeants snooping. its expected from soap, yet kyle? hes typically the more reserved nosey type.
ghost flips his phone face down towards the oak finish table top. side eye burning with annoyance, wishing kyle had gone into the mime industry instead. soap and price pause with wicked reaction time, the former nearly choking on his bourbon.
"a lassie LT?" he perks up, head tilting like a dogs. "i knen ye 'ad it in ya," he claps simon on his back like a proud father. canines pearly as he smiles. he feels himself radiating with excitement, buzzing in his seat.
with everything ghost didnt share, it was exciting knowing this much about him. even if it was little to go off of. a man of more mystery than detail. and a hint of a woman? this, this was a biggg deal.
price downs his scotch, grimacing as it floods his taste buds in a sizzling warmth. "so," he tuts, ready to open the million dollar question. "whose the lucky girl?" simon rolls his shoudlers with a sigh that weighed as much as the world.
"fuckin' dammit garrick," fingers wrap around the neck of the beer bottle. phone still face down despite the text that comes through. "she works in accountin'," johnny pauses.
..didnt you work in accounting? he doesnt think so, doesnt sound like you. plus, theres a sure plethora of accountants in the area.
"civvie girl hm? a soft lady," kyle grins. sharing a look with his captain. knowing he had just won a twenty dollar bet despite all odds.
"and?" price ignores kyle. like hell hed give up his hard earned cash.
"an' she lives out in brooksland. 'appy?" wait, now johnny knows you lived in brooksland. his phone still auto-routed to your apartment when he landed back in the country.
less, its a large city that spand miles. universe had a weird way of lining coincidences. what were the odds? so excitment kept his heart alive. adrenaline rushing his viens.
"cmon LT, kyle saw the pretty thing. put a face tae the name fer yer boys?"
"fucks sake," he grumbles. "you lot gon' shut yer shite up?" nods move in rapid tandem.
reaching for his phone and scrolling past photos till he found one without his face, less he wants to embarrass himself to the lads. simon couldnt stop a vibrancy of red flares across his face when he was with you. trust, he had tried multiple ways to end that little quirk.
with a few scrolls he lands content on one, flipping his phone around. showing off his favorite photo of you smiling towards the camera. cheeks warmed and eyes bright as you hold simons big head close to your own. his balaclava brushes against your jaw, skull print faded.
silence falls over the boys, for a second ghost thinks the photo mightve clicked off.
"shit," kyle whistles. laughing to himself with a lazy shake of his head. his brown eyes scan your face, a little jealous he hadnt picked you up first.
prices eyes widened. in all honesty he assumed you were an AI chatbot or something. guess its still an option, but fuck. hed fall for it too.
he swirls his scotch, equally as jealous as kyle.
as quick as he presented the photo simon took it away. phone clicking off and soon shoved into his one of many pant pockets.
"good man simon,"
"real pretty. aint she johnny?" kyle muses, head flicking towards soap.
"..johnny?"
soap downs the rest of his drink, its familiar burn is numb. weak even. he prays the alcohol fuzzes his brain as quickly as it can, smash him with a headbanging hangover so he forgets this whole thing.
glass clinking as he sets it down. palms suddenly wet with sweat and sticky as he wipes them on his jeans. pale blues jumping across the bar, desperate in his search to say something normal.
not like he could tell simon; "i used to dateâ fuck. i mean fuck her, ended up forgetting about her and somewhat ditched. didnt even see her reaction." because what kinda chaos would that bring?
"shes uh, shes cute," his poor deflect is tossed into the air. tussling his mohawk as he shrugs lamely. they startle at the sudden shift, never seeing johnny so... nervous? disinterested? "yeah.. yeah shes nice lookin',"
the boys squint at him, simons eyes eerily cutting over johnnys rash behavior.
"nice?" price parrots. "shes a right fuckin' doll,"
"youd bang a wall soap. fucks wrong wit 'er?" kyles joke swirls around ghost and price. soap doesnt hear it, centeral focused on the problem part.
what was wrong?
maybe it was how you were so quick to accept? or how you didnt bat an eye when you threw his things to the donation boxes? couldve been how he sort of saw forever with you.
no, no those just annoyed him.
it was that he knew for a straight fucking fact simon treated you better.
@anjalan @tcpeaches â hope u enjoyed !
JOHN AND GHOST STOP FIGHTINGâ Stop fighting and fvck međđđđ
just identified a behavioral pattern within myself
Since it's confirmed that Price will ally with Valeria...
And we're having Price vs Ghost...
THAT MEANS VALERIA VS JADE WOULD MAKE SENSE OH MY GOOOODDD
Price and Valeria vs Ghost and Jade
OMG OMG OMG I DID A SKETCH
OH MY GOSH
Price vs. Ghost Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4
Hate when mommy and daddy fight
tf141 men who are all possessive in their own way.
soap, who wonât finish inside you but rather jerk himself off into your panties before sliding the slimy fabric back to its place, giving it a firm grope for good measure. he loves the idea of someone else pulling down your panties, just to find that he got there first.
price, who will always âaccidentallyâ finish over your clothes so youâll have to wear his training shirts out instead of walking around like a cum rag. but it doesnât help the rumors around base when youâre walking around in the shirt that says âpriceâ across the back.
gaz, who will take any chance to leave a blossoming bruise anywhere on your skin. even if itâs not sexual, heâll find a way to get his lips on your neck, wrists, torso, thighs, anywhere. no matter how much you scold him, he always knows he can coax you into pulling down your shirt collar for him.
ghost, who will simply just fuck you into oblivion that youâre walking around like you need a cane. if it isnât obvious what youâve been up to by the way youâre walking, maybe theyâll hear your screams through the walls as they walk by ghostâs room.
reader who is, unfortunately, a âtoo honest for their own goodâ kind of drunk who gets dragged to the bar with tf141.
âkyyyle,â you slur, leaning over the table to which Gaz cracks a smile. âso prettyâŠanyone ever tell you youâre pretty? like âmen should be buying you dinnerâ pretty.â
soap snorts, an amused smile on his lips. âYa donâ even get a handsome, just fuckinâ pretty.â
âoi, piss off, soap,â replies gaz with no real heat behind it. âand you,â he starts, bringing his attention backed to your slumped form, âare a shitty drinker.â
you giggle, barely lifting up your head from the table.
price shakes his head, taking a large swing from the pint. âkids these days.â
the laughter dies down, everyone enjoying the relaxing ambiance thatâs been so hard to enjoy with missions on end these days. that is until-
âugh- Iâm so horny.â
the table stills, all eyes landing on your slumped form before soap bursts into uncontrollable laughter. his fist slams the table as gaz tries to still the man whoâs slightly tipsy and leaning back in his chair.
âbloody hell,â ghost mumbles, crossing his arms. âyouâre one them, huh? those honest-to-god-drunks.â
âyou shouldnât be saying those things out loud,â advises price, knowing full well that itâs going to go unheard seeing as youâre shit-faced drunk right now.
you groan, forehead connected with the table again. âyou donât get it. youâre old- probably have the sex drive of a tumble weed.â
gaz and soap have a poor attempt at stifling a laugh and even ghost cracks a small and an unseen smirk at your comment. price doesnât bother with a retort, knowing youâll have your regrets when they tell you about this conversation in the morning.
soap puts an encouraging pat on your back. âaye, cmon lass, if ya wanted to get laid, all ye gotta do is ask.â itâs clearly a joke but your head perks up anyways.
âdonât tempt me, cause Iâve thought about it.â
âyou donât sayâŠâ his eyes light up with interest.
ghost interrupts with a warning tone. âdonât encourage her, Johnny.â
âtoo late, LT.â soap stalks around your chair, sliding his arms âround back. he leans in close till you pick up the scent of beer on his lips. âtell me, what dâya think of?â
you match his lean with one of your own, eyes blown wide and curious. âare you rough in bed? tell me youâre rough in bed.â
soap smirks, flashing a charming wink. âaye, lass. why? want my handprint on your ass?â ghost flashes him a stern look but soap merely shrugs unapologetically.
you groan at his answer, âgod, I hope I remember that in the morning.â
âwe get it. we get it. youâre horny for soap. letâs stop before I hurl.â gaz puts his hand on your shoulders, urging you to drink more water.
âdont be jealous, gaz. youâre in there too.â
and suddenly, the angel on his shoulder disappears. âoh yeah?â
âgod, you have no idea how hard it is to work with hot men all day long. takes everything in me to not just give up on the mats and let you just pin me down.â
by now, soap has his phone out, recording this for evidence when youâre inevitably going to try to walk back on your words in the morning.
âwould love to be bent over a desk, donât even care whoâs behind me. or whoâs the biggest? LT? probably not you then- at least not first.â
you ramble on and on⊠about how you could get off to the gruff sound of your captains voice alone, or how sometimes youâd be soaking wet through your panties if they praised you enough.
and itâs not until you go into an explicit and ultra-specific scenario that involves all four men, some rope, vibrators, and a blindfold, going to ultra-specific detail about soap in your pussy, price in your mouth, and how maybe youâd even let someone in your ass, does someone do the sensible thing of slapping a hand around your mouth.
âIâm gonna take my hand offâya, and youâre gonâ be quiet, yeah?â
your eyes glance up to a stone cold stare behind a mask, meeting his gaze before you nod. âgood girl.â
his hand slowly withdraws and youâre silent. it stays that was for a moment, everyone unsure how to break the tension left in the air after your revelationâŠthat is until-
âaye, whatâs that LT?â
and that, would be the stiffy thatâs hardly concealed behind his jeans- perhaps he needs to buy baggier clothes from now on.
you stare at it. then you stare at him. âgod, I knew you were big.â
GOODBYE LMFFFAOOO
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