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i need to finish my wips so i can start writing dc fics

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Superman 2025 was fantastic. I enjoyed literally every moment of it. Have some Robins instead.

Once again, I could not resist the calls of sibling dynamics

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Adler again…👅

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Soap is getting rowdy with you and the boys as he normally does, when u jokingly grab the back of his collar and say "settle down pup." And he outright groans. Sits down instantly, shuts the fuck up and doesn't even register the baffled laughter coming from the rest of the table bc all he can think abt is being a good dog for u.

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Sun's Guns Out Out

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have this sub!ghost snippet as an apology for up and leavinggg

Simon shivers as your free hand is suddenly on the nape of his neck, your palm firmly pressing against his skin and smoothing down his shoulders and back, ending at the dips in his lower back. Your palm moves and pauses at his hip, squeezing before smoothing up to his waist, then moving back to his lower back. Simon moans, his eyelids fluttering as your fingers press deep again, digging his knees against the mattress so he can press his hips back up, dragging his neglected cock against the sheets.  You gently press down on his lower back, guiding him back down which Simon easily obeys. He shakily inhales, the side of his face pressed into the bed, eyes closing tightly as he feels so wound up and tense. His hands are in fists behind his back, clenching and relaxing over and over as he tries to get himself to relax. Simon knows he’s clenching up around your fingers, the muscles in his shoulders are hard. His skin feels too tight, too hot.

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THE VAULT

Black Ops II — David “Section” Mason & Mike Harper

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"IT'S UNCLE WOODS, SON. HE'D DO IT FOR ME."

David Mason, Alex Mason, Jason Hudson and Lt. Col. North — BLACK OPS II [click for better quality.]

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"YOU THINK I'M CRAZY? (laughs) THIS GUY.."

FRANK WOODS — BLACK OPS II (click for better quality.)

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FALLOUT 4 — THE MUESUM OF FREEDOM

[shot on ps5, click for better quality.]

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have this sub!ghost snippet as an apology for up and leavinggg

Simon shivers as your free hand is suddenly on the nape of his neck, your palm firmly pressing against his skin and smoothing down his shoulders and back, ending at the dips in his lower back. Your palm moves and pauses at his hip, squeezing before smoothing up to his waist, then moving back to his lower back. Simon moans, his eyelids fluttering as your fingers press deep again, digging his knees against the mattress so he can press his hips back up, dragging his neglected cock against the sheets.  You gently press down on his lower back, guiding him back down which Simon easily obeys. He shakily inhales, the side of his face pressed into the bed, eyes closing tightly as he feels so wound up and tense. His hands are in fists behind his back, clenching and relaxing over and over as he tries to get himself to relax. Simon knows he’s clenching up around your fingers, the muscles in his shoulders are hard. His skin feels too tight, too hot.

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thinking about a nonsexual dom/sub dynamic w/ sub!soap again

thinking about his nose scrunching up whenever someone calls you by your name because he thinks your designated title suits you much better. thinking about soap who looks to you for approval, a feral grin on his face when he does such a simple task and you praise him for it. thinking about soap who easily gets lost from your touch, his worries slipping away when you start gently running your fingers through his mohawk and scratching down his neck and back, telling him that he’s a good boy and you’ll take care of him.

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is this a safe place to share my fallout 4 oc..... i love him!!!!!!!

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making up for the wait for sub!ghost by making it more than 4k words

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I WANT IT (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist

summary; soap is on leave with the 141 and you’re visiting him. he invites you to meet the boys, and you get a little buzzed—he offers to take you home, but you get a little.. handsy.

authors note; i saw a tiktok video. that’s the excuse. i did not proofread this; i saw the tiktok and wrote it. and @kivino let me talk about this, blame them. /j

[WARNINGS; poor knowledge of motorcycles, alcohol ingestion (not enough to be drunk), extremely suggestive, groping, suggested exhibitionism, technically you did not ask for consent but Johnny enjoys every single second of this.]

“IT WAS NICE meeting you guys!” You grin, shaking Johnny’s Captain’s hand, and then his fellow sergeants. You and, what was his name.. Ghost? You two settled on waves. “Likewise, mate.” Price hums, a smile on his lips. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, you’re always welcome, yeah?” Price glances at Soap and then you, earning a laugh from your chest.

“You sure you want Johnny bringing you home?” Ghost teases lightheartedly—he knows Johnny is careful, but he also knows Johnny rides fast. You smile at his tease, and you can tell he’s being just a tad bit serious. Ghost elected to be the Designated Driver for his Captain and Gaz, but he wouldn’t mind if he had to take you home, too. You aren’t drunk per say, but you definitely should not be behind a wheel nonetheless.

You shake your head no in response before saying, “I appreciate the concern, but Johnny has gotten me home safe plenty of times.” Johnny. That’s one thing the 141 has noticed; the only person they’ve ever known to be given permission to call Soap that is Ghost—and you now, apparently. Guess it makes sense when Johnny said, “Only L.T. and someone else can call me that.”

“If you say so, love.” Gaz laughs and pats your shoulder, glancing over to see Johnny gearing up his motorcycle, two helmets hanging off of the handle grips. Guess he came prepared, and is eager to set off. You say your goodbyes and after making sure the two drunk men and their chauffeur get into their vehicle safely, you walk over to Johnny, who’s wearing his gloves and his unzipped protective jacket. “Ye ready t’ride?” He asks with an excited grin—he’s been away for a couple of months and you haven’t ridden with him in at least a year.

“Always,” You reply with a grin of your own. Johnny helps you slip on the helmet and adjusts the straps accordingly, biting at the corner of his lower lip as he focuses on making sure you’re safe. You can’t help but wonder if he does the same thing whilst defusing an explosive device. “There we go.” Johnny chuckles before slipping his own helmet on, adjusting his straps. He teasingly flips down your visor before doing the same with his own—the sun is setting, to be fair—and he hops onto his motorcycle.

Johnny holds out an arm, helping you get into the back of the motorcycle behind him. You grunt as you situate yourself, your hands grabbing his waist as you wiggle a bit. Once you deem yourself safe and comfortable, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and lean against his back. Johnny tilts his head back, bonking his helmet into yours; his way of asking if you’re okay for to him go now, considering you two can’t hear each other. Johnny doesn’t have those helmets with speakers and microphones yet.

You laugh a bit before bonking him back, causing him to rev his motorcycles engine and you feel him begin to drive off. The air feels nice against what skin is exposed as Johnny pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road, slowly speeding up as there is no one else on the road with you two. Your eyes trace the purple-pink clouds and sky, the sun radiating a beautiful orange, the colors looking absolutely jaw dropping tonight.

Your mind begins to wander to the events of tonight; the drinking game that you ended up winning—you aren’t sure how—which is why you’re just a little buzzed. You think about Johnny’s teammates and how they all work together very nicely, even in a civilian environment.. and then your mind drifts to Johnny. Sweet ol’ Johnny in those fucking jeans.

God, you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or what, but something about Johnny in the outfit he wore tonight was making you feel so feral. He is wearing some dark blue jeans that mold to his legs so perfectly, showing off his thick thighs, as well as a white t-shirt and a biker’s jacket over the shirt. Nonetheless, you felt like a goddamn dog because you swore you nearly drooled over him at least three times during the course of the night.

You aren’t sure what demon possesses you to give you the confidence that suddenly surges in your veins, but honestly you can’t bring yourself to care. Your arms slowly unwrap from around his abdomen, and you feel Johnny’s back muscles—that you wanna drag your nails down all of a sudden—tense up. You know he’s probably wondering what you’re doing, but you don’t pay that any mind as your hands go to his sides, slowly sliding down to over the curves of his hips. You feel the material of his jeans underneath your fingers and how the muscle is pressing against the seams—you just can’t help yourself.

You feel the bike turn as you begin to go around a curve in the road. Your hands squeeze his hips before one of your hands presses down and slowly rubs over his thigh to the inner part of it, your fingers squeezing the muscle covered by his jeans. You feel Johnny straighten his posture and you grin underneath your helmet, light arousal flowing through your veins as your other hand slowly moves to his lower stomach, right above the belt buckle of his jeans. You’re suddenly grateful Johnny decided—or more likely forgot—to keep his jacket unzipped, because you can’t resist sliding your hand underneath his shirt.

You feel his skin and the soft hair trailing up to his belly button—his goddamn happy trail, which the acknowledgment of it makes a hot flash to flow through you. Johnny’s stomach muscles flex under your touch and you feel him tense as your fingers threaten to dip underneath the waistband of his jeans. Your other hand drifts dangerously close to his groin, your fingertips nearly brushing directly where you want them to—or, actually seems like where Johnny wants them to.

You didn’t even notice that you’ve come to a stop, and Johnny grabs the wrist of the hand where your fingers are dangerously close to his crotch and cold panic flows through you; is he uncomfortable? Did you go too far, despite the late night flirts and hot, needy kisses over the years? No, none of that. You made the right decision, you realize, as Johnny presses your hand directly against his crotch, pressing your palm into his hardened, clothed cock at the fucking red light.

The cold panic is quickly replaced with burning arousal, slapping you right in the face as you feel a vibration from Johnny’s chest—he’s fucking groaning and rutting his hips into your hand like goddamn dog. Your eyes flutter shut as your lungs stutter in your chest, your hand groping his crotch. Your fingertips scratch at his happy trail, making the muscles underneath his skin stutter.

Johnny’s flips up his visor and looks over his shoulder at you as he shamelessly grinds into your palm, which you’re pressing down onto his cock now. You make eye contact and jesus, he looks fucking delicious. His eyes are half lidded and you can tell his face is red, his pupils blown out—you can barely see, but you know they are—and something tells you this isn’t ending when he drops you off, especially when you feel his cock twitch beneath his jeans when a car rolls up next to you at the red light.

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have this sub!ghost snippet as an apology for up and leavinggg

Simon shivers as your free hand is suddenly on the nape of his neck, your palm firmly pressing against his skin and smoothing down his shoulders and back, ending at the dips in his lower back. Your palm moves and pauses at his hip, squeezing before smoothing up to his waist, then moving back to his lower back. Simon moans, his eyelids fluttering as your fingers press deep again, digging his knees against the mattress so he can press his hips back up, dragging his neglected cock against the sheets.  You gently press down on his lower back, guiding him back down which Simon easily obeys. He shakily inhales, the side of his face pressed into the bed, eyes closing tightly as he feels so wound up and tense. His hands are in fists behind his back, clenching and relaxing over and over as he tries to get himself to relax. Simon knows he’s clenching up around your fingers, the muscles in his shoulders are hard. His skin feels too tight, too hot.

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have this sub!ghost snippet as an apology for up and leavinggg

Simon shivers as your free hand is suddenly on the nape of his neck, your palm firmly pressing against his skin and smoothing down his shoulders and back, ending at the dips in his lower back. Your palm moves and pauses at his hip, squeezing before smoothing up to his waist, then moving back to his lower back. Simon moans, his eyelids fluttering as your fingers press deep again, digging his knees against the mattress so he can press his hips back up, dragging his neglected cock against the sheets.  You gently press down on his lower back, guiding him back down which Simon easily obeys. He shakily inhales, the side of his face pressed into the bed, eyes closing tightly as he feels so wound up and tense. His hands are in fists behind his back, clenching and relaxing over and over as he tries to get himself to relax. Simon knows he’s clenching up around your fingers, the muscles in his shoulders are hard. His skin feels too tight, too hot.