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I love you Captain MacTavish
Вернулась. А со мной мои попытки рисовать акриловыми маркерами
cockwarming with simon ♡
patience was worked through simon. etched, carved into every fiber of his being. he was born with it, the rough military work simply engraving it deeper. it came easy to him, he knew the mistakes when it came to rushing, he knew the risks of impatience, disobedience.
yet patience burned away at his nerve endings, sizzling out the tips of his fingers, his toes. he was never patient with you, all hands and teeth. and here he was, fingers wrapped tight around a beer with you in his lap. his poor cock oozing into you, slathering your soft walls disgustingly.
but the most disgusting part. you weren’t even fucking moving, not an inch, he couldn’t even feel your breaths. just your pretty pussy planted onto him, sucking him in and holding there nice and warm. it was so cruel, had his mind dripping in cruel, poised thoughts. knuckles white at the back of your neck, pressing your tears into the couch cushions as his hips fucked… no. no.
his hips bucked just slightly, subconsciously as want, need, began to consume him. and the slight movement had him whimpering out, had his head rolling back against the wooden framing of the couch. if he could just…. just once more.
“simon.” your tone was berating. you couldn’t even bother him a look over your shoulder, just a demand. a demand that had his balls aching, his poor cock thudding inside of you, milking itself dry without even a fucking release.
he breathed slowly, shallowly. before he smiled gently, free hand resting just gently on your thigh. his motive clear as his thick, rough fingers stretched out. his movements were slow, precise, desperate to not distract you, fingers just ever so slightly brushing across the slick nub of your clit.
slap!
“keep tryin’ it ‘nd you’ll be here all week.” you snapped, chin jutting angrily. he was so damn impatient, always expected to get what he wanted the second he wanted it. he needed to learn obedience, to be a good boy. “and i won’t let you fuckin’ cum once.”
he whined, vocal cords going raw as it pitched into a greedy growl. he was panting, so worked up, so needy. he couldn’t help the roll of his hips despite your threatening words, couldn’t help the shudder, the shaky, desperate thrust of his hips as he came.
“m’sorry, mmph… so sorry, love,” he couldn’t even form a sentence, rocking into you as he worked himself through his own pathetic release. you tried shoving him down, but his hips were stronger, glued to your backside as he shook. “just…. i-i had to…. hurt so bad, baby, don’t you understand? needed to cum so b- hah- bad.”
he was babbling, beer spilling onto the couch cushions, release so heavy his thighs pressed together beneath you. his head lolled back, hips stuttering to a slow halt, his tongue drooling out at his bottom lip as he whimpered out low, heavy breaths. he couldn’t get a grip of himself, especially not with the way his cum began to seep out of you, pooling at the base of his cock.
when he finally blinked, fluttering the blurry haze away from his vision, his heart was stopping next. you were glaring back at him, teeth just ever so slightly bared… and god, he fucked up.
Everytime someone describes Soap as saying "Scottish nonsense" I feel half tempted to describe Graves as saying "USAmerican nonsense".
This may or may not correlate to my favorite pasttime of dunking on Graves (I'll never forgive him for what he did to Las Almas and it's civilians, even if Shepherd was the one who ordered it Graves still enabled it)
Chat, am I cooking???
I had a dream that Ghost was trying (and failing) to tie a pink bead on a string that was attached to an earbud case, to match Soap, while trying to hide from kids and waiting to leave the room. Then the perspective shifted to Soap fiddling with a pink bead in his hair (which for some reason was long), because Soap was agender/trans, while waiting for Ghoat to arrive. As he and Ghost ordered food at a restauraunt, Soap mentioned something about how the restauraunt always seemed to smell the same. Anyways, the waiter arrived to give the drinks and soap accidentally put his straw in with the wrapper still half on and the waiter forgot the menus. Also for some reason, they were seated next to another, but irrelevant, person. They ordered cinnamon rolls and the waiter had to put the cinnamon rolls onto the plate upside down.
Rip Barry Sloane’s character (Ser Adrian? Idk) in hotd you were so sexy standing behind Rhaenyra in that mid wig and occasionally saying some words I’ll see you in mw4
