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um..what's this game about 🤨

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round 1

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and post-MW3 Soap coming back wrong for LeoandLancer... thank you always 💔💀

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I AM DEVOURING THIS LIKE THE FIVE STAR MEAL IT IS, THANK YOU VENNNNNN

HEYYYYY GIRLLLLLLL

it’s Val howdy do

but anyways.

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS.

Kick, rightttt? Kick being a first time dad. But not child dad. No no. CAT DAD KICK!

dude’s job is basically military IT shit. And all the IT workers I know have cats. Oh your chornicly online? Where’s your cat, Kick?

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Kick is, by nature, a tough man. A soldier, an expert in his line of work. But what's a man without a friend to keep him company, even after hours? A soft, cuddly one at that.

It's been a long day, too long for his liking. He's used to long days and sleepless nights, sometimes staying up finishing projects and finalising mission details for days on end. But tonight, walking into the confines of his quarters, he just wants to relax and take a break from everything. The paperwork seems never ending, and his eyes are burning from staring at a screen all day. Not being on missions takes a toll, and time passes slower when you're not fighting to get out with your head on your shoulders.

As he walks through the front door, he's greeted with silence, and for once he's grateful for it. It's not a big room, just enough space to get around and live decently when he's not working. Peeling off his boots and work clothes, a scratching sound catches his attention — a sound he's grown to like over the months. A little while back, he complained about how quiet it is at night after lights out, and his teammates jokingly suggested he get a pet to keep him company. He obviously laughed in their faces, but when he thought about it a little more, he didn't think it was a bad idea. And so against his better judgement, he went and adopted a kitten from the local animal shelter.

It took a while to get used to him, and for a few weeks Kick had no idea if he was doing everything right. But the longer he had said cat, the more he grew to love him. He had something to look forward to after hours, knew he wasn't gonna be completely alone. So when he heard the little guy scratching at the foot of his bed, he grinned a little, bending down to scratch behind the cat's ears.

"Hey little guy.." he would mutter, straightening back up to go refill his food bowl. The rustling of the bag immediately got the cat's attention, almost as if he knows it's dinner time. He pours some dry food into the bowl, smiling ever so slightly when the cat impatiently nudges it's nose into the bowl. He then drags a hand over the cat's back, and deep down, he's glad he has someone to keep him company, even if it's not an actual person.

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cw: smut no plot 🤍 18+ mdni pls

pairing: John Price/fem!reader

Price likes fucking you deep and slow, rocking his fat cock into you in the middle of the night. He can’t get enough of feeling you squeeze down on him as he humps your gooey pussy, tells you he’s been thinkin about it all fucking day, pretty. He gets off on how your whines get breathy and eyes roll to the back of your head when he’s got you like this. His heavy hips smacking against yours with his full weight, stuffing you full and making you feel every single inch.

He can’t see it now, not when he’s pushed you on your stomach with a big hand on the back of your neck, but he knows your brows are knitted and lookin’ like you’re about to cry over how good it feels. You get all embarrassed every time he coos at you, his baby, unable to control it when he makes it so good for you.

Like you know he’s thinking about it, you shyly peek at him over your should and fuck- yeah, fuck there you are. Eyes fuck-drunk and lidded, hair falling over your face as you look back at him. His pace slows to a crawl, unable to squash the goofy grin that pulls at his cheek when he sees his pretty baby needing him.

“Hi baby.” He coos at you, leaning down and plastering himself to your back. You shiver feeling the thick pelt of his chest pressing up against the sensitive skin of your back, his tip kissing your little sweet spot. He groans against your ear when you tighten up, chasing the feeling with a deep swivel of his hips and feeling you leak around the thick plug of his cock. He can feel it drip down his heavy balls, tucked against your throbbing clit.

He presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder all the way to your cheek. A hairy arm closes around your head, under your chin as he turns your head to plant a wet open mouthed kiss on you. Hand on your jaw as he licks against your tongue, messy and gross. Your answering moan is broken and wet and it makes his cock throb in you.

He can’t help it, he wants more. Wants it deeper. The weight of him keeps you pinned as he widens the space between your legs with a meaty thigh, deepening your arch. Your hands follow his unconsciously when he reaches up, needing to touch, feel his steady strength as he grips the head board. He lets you cling, silently gushing over how sweet you get when his cock is this deep in you.

“Hush now, let me have it-fuck- just like this.” He drops his head to kiss down your back, groaning when your nails dig into his forearm. A hairy thigh hooks around your own, locking you together. It was all the warning you were going to get that he had no plans on staying slow and sweet with you.

“Hold on pretty, just hold on to me.”

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Violent!reader who was always called prices personal gaurd dog, right?

Well soap jokingly buys you one of those dog collars with the handle on the back, and much to prices amusement and slight embarrassment you actually wear it.

Explaining to laswell why one of his soldiers is wearing a collar is bad enough, but its so much worse when he instinctively uses it to settle you down in front of her. She gives price a look, and he knows she'll never let him live this down.

Photo under the cut for ref:

Bonus points if theres a 141 patch on it <3

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One of my OC’s once thought vampire squid’s were fake and every vid of them was AI.

Until she became a marine biologist and found one for herself.

still has nightmares abt it to this fucking day.

Is there anything that your OC thought was fake, exaggerated, or generally untrue until they witnessed it in some way for themselves? If so, why were they skeptical beforehand, and what has changed for them since discovering otherwise?

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the fuck you lookin at keep scrolling

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I don’t think there’s a day where I don’t think about this conversation

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Retired Simon on his way home to Johnny. What's he reading?

(Unmute for music and sfx)

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The etymology for "Ireland" is just incredibly recursive.

It comes from the Old English "Īrland", made up of "Īras" and "Land".

Land means... land. And "Īras" meant... "The Irish" or "Ireland".

"Īras" comes from the Old Irish word "Ériu", which means... Ireland.

"Ériu" predates writing, but reconstructions of proto-Celtic believe it comes from a word they spell as "ɸīweriyū", which means... land.

"Ireland" translates as "The Land of the People of the Land of the Land".

It's made up of four provinces, "The Land of Big Mom", "The Descendants of Conn", "The Land of the Spear People", and "The Land Of The Beard People".

The Irish for "Province" is "cúige", which translates as "one fifth". Because there used to be five provinces, but the fifth one got subsumed into the rest. Mostly by the Conns and the Spear People.

It was called "The Middle One".

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masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved

these are all creatures to me

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everyone wants a girl with daddy issues until she sobs because she thinks you're abandoning her

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

for @stellewriites 💕

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dad glasses, dad hugs, dad jokes, dad bods, DAD EVERYTHING !!!