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Ghost who never knew it could be like this. The taste, the contrasting colors, the fucking smell.

He thought it was torture enough, keeping his body rigidly motionless while his mind was churning with desire. Keeping his gaze indifferent when all he wanted to do was look and look.

But it was nothing to this. Knowing what Soap’s skin feels like against his hands, remembering every directional pattern of body hair and changing expression in those blue eyes. It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Soap think it’s funny, the bastard. Laughs to himself when Ghost buries his face in his neck, pinning Soap’s wrist to the bed so he can’t obstruct his long, slow inhales of delicious skin. He doesn’t understand. That’s okay.

Ghost is fine with being thought of as a freak. Really, he’d be more uncomfortable if he had some standard of normalcy to live up to. So if it’s just Soap who sees him as some sense-addled pervert, that’s alright. No one would believe him, anyway.

No one would ever believe that space in-between their orgasms, when Soap is lying there all sticky, working to catch his breath, and Ghost is taking thorough advantage of his incapacitation. Running firm, searching hands up Soap’s damp skin, wrapping around his stubbly throat. Enjoying the roll of that delicious Adam’s apple under his palm, dragging his cock back and forth through the mess on Soap’s stomach, getting close just from the press of their bodies together.

“Talk to me,” Ghost begs, making sure his tone of voice sounds threatening.

Soap makes a low noise in his throat, flinching away from the overstimulation when Ghost gets a little more eager with his movements. “Can’t exactly recite poetry at the moment, LT.”

That’s all Ghost needs. That vibration under his hand, as he mouths at the corner of Soap’s jaw. The taste is immaculate. Salty and warm and so alive, the prickle of scruff against his tongue sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. His mess. His mouthy, Scottish mess, lighting up the surface of his skin with butterfly wings of pleasure, just for letting him get a proper taste.

Soap lets him do pretty much anything. That’s a problem, but Ghost isn’t too worried for now. He submerges himself in it, takes big lungfuls and tries to drown in the radioactive material.

Soap doesn’t flinch when Ghost bites down on his shoulder, he never does. He just rolls his head to the side and looks at him through those damn lashes. “Cum, Ghost. You’ll feel better.”

Ghost makes a negatory sort of grumble, licking away the faint tingle of pain on that golden skin.

“I’ll let you go down on me after,” Soap offers. “Talk to you while you do it.”

So this is worse. Having those tactile memories rushing him at the most inconvenient times, forcing him to devote everything he has towards physical self control.

“Alright, LT?” Soap asks with a smile, thumping his knee against his in the transport.

Ghost’s only answer is sidelong look to silence him. Worry about yourself, Sergeant. I need you whole, for later.

For always.

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bad news: i am having cowboy/outlaw 141 thoughts

Price who leads a little "gang" that's "not really a gang," just four "honest" men doing what they can to scrape by on the fringes of civilization. they camp in the wilderness with their horses and a small carriage they use to transport the goods they scrounge up steal and they don't bother anyone unless they're bothered first. don't mind the fellow with his mask or the blood on the soles of his boots. or the loud boisterous man who can drink anyone out from under the table and still weave a bullet through the eye of a needle. or that sweet man with the silver tongue whose hands are as deft as his words; he could rob a whole bank blind and talk his way out of it. and certainly don't mind their leader who could send you to kingdom come before you even realize you're dead. there's nothing to fear in these men at all. nothing that would concern a well meaning citizen of the developing united states.

you've heard the stories. heard they're real good at vanishing. so when you've had enough of your daddy's temperament and the palms of his hands, and you've caught glimpses of strangers in your town, you decide to see if they'll make you vanish, too.

Price doesn't like eavesdroppers. thinks they're slimy. nothing but lowlife maggots. so when he grabs this poor figure by the scruff in the shadowy cover of night and drags them into the light of the campfire and finds you? he's ready to gut you. send you on your way with your entrails dragging behind you. but when you start to beg and plead and cry, and he sees that you sparkle brighter than any star in the sky, he figures he might as well hear such a pretty thing out. besides, by the time you're all cleaned up from the blood, and the bruises heal, he notices you make a mighty fine trophy.

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happy saturday ! (x)

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James got a girlfriend and Sirius also got a girlfriend through inheritance.

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this is a lily evans potter appreciation post

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very late contender for tweet of the year

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Sometimes I open Ao3 as one would a fridge in the middle of the night. Hungry, but not willing to commit to anything that is in there and hopping a miracle will make something new and appetising appear out of thin air if only I close it and open again.

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Girlrotting ⁺. ༶

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“You are Poseidon’s son.”

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!”

YEAH YOU TELL EM PERCY FUCK A DEADBEAT DAD

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Jude: Be the better person? No. I don’t think so I choose violence lmfaoo

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I post for the bitches who stutter, misspeak, mumble, and speak with an incoherent flow that only makes sense if you are in my brain

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“Live fast, die young, good boys do it well.” PLEASE IM CACKLING

Kinktober is only over when wicked Lily says it’s over…

Wickedly Twisted

New Chapter: Greedy

Song 🎶 by Tate McRae

Hint: 🪄👓🍑🚽

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Jack at literally every opportunity to threaten Violet. Jokes on him.