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trying to make friends who are obsessed with the same ships as you

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thinking about bunny sub x wolf dom, being crushed beneath them as they nuzzle their nose against the nape of your neck, their knotted cock sliding between your dripping folds ,,, mocking how badly their poor lil bunny wants the big bad wolf

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I had an idea what if we had the people vote in an event. We have them decide which of us are what characters. Or who of us are the biggest simps for who. Even personality-wise who acts like who. (Possibly even a family relationship between the lot of us moots)

OOOOH that would be fun 👀

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honestly I feel like the average tumblr selfshipper (who I've noticed tend to describe themselves as shy or introverted or reserved) doesn't realize how hard they'd be to pull. as a certified fuckboy I can tell you that it so so SOOO much harder to pull a shy person than an extrovert or a flirt HDGLSSJSKJ

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OKAY I can't copy/paste bc its got formatting,,,

I'm still not 100% sure if this is how I want it BUT it's what I'm going with for now

THE LAST SENTENCE IS SO GOOD AHHH POP OFF. The imagery is chilling and I just love this so much. SO EXCITING ‼️ If I spent three years in any place even slightly resembling beacon I would simply dissolve into nothingness,,our poor Joseph >:-)

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i can't remember if i have posted this before but the coffee shop by my house has my favorite hand-washing sign in the world

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I Am God

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Boo jumpscare, Happy Easter

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Having depraved ghoap fucking ideas

Erm... welcome one and all to the grand opening of... possible smutfic idea???

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Soap with a giant, useless horsecock. Useless because he absolutely DELIGHTS in bottoming. He loves how when Ghost fucks him his cock slaps uselessly, untouched against his belly. He loves when ghost whispers in his ear about how large and heavy and hot it is, just sitting there, swinging between his thighs as Ghost fucks him nice and good.

Ghost with a tiny cock loves to fuck soap. It's short and thick and when they fuck its less fucking and more rutting and grinding. It's barely long enough to even reach inside, but he loves it. Soap loves it too. Loves is when ghost has to flip them and so soap is cock down on the bed, ass up, legs spread as far as they can go. And still ghost has to grind down as hard as he can to move without slipping out.

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Haunted

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Soap found the stickers again🧼

redid this one from last year since i still have brainrot for these guys

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Imagine Lieutenant Ghost had to work together with Captain MacTavish… oh no…. I don’t think they would like each other (but they would kiss aggressively after arguing)

On the other hand '22Soap and '09Ghost would be besties heheheh

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getting made fun of for being excited about something is one of the worst feelings ever

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Soap in a dress soap in a dress soap in a dress soap in a dress soap in a dress

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simon riley x fem!reader

Imagine holding Simon when he cries. 

Simon Riley is an incredibly strong man, an absolute force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Since joining the SAS in 2001, he has created a name for himself. A military legend—seemingly more ghost-like than flesh and blood. But that is the farthest from the truth, isn’t it? Cause, at the end of the day, he is still human. You’re his girl, the love of his life. His true love—his only love.

You are a source of comfort he somehow found in this shitty, cold world. The home he never had the privilege of experiencing; your arms have provided him with everything he was denied during boyhood.  

So imagine your Simon arriving home one evening—dead silent—merely shuffling his way to where you’re seated comfortably on the living room couch. His duffle bag drops near his leather recliner before the balaclava is tossed to the side. On his face is a certain heaviness, a sadness twisted in his handsome features; his blue eyes are not as bright as they usually are.

You swallow. Did something happen during the mission? 

“What is wrong, baby?” You coo, stretching your arms out wide to welcome him in. 

Without another thought, Simon tucks himself into your embrace, with his head resting gently on your chest. Against your breast, he can hear your heartbeat thundering away in your chest, moving in a rhythm that matches his. He reckons he is the luckiest bastard in the world, to find a soulmate who compliments him in every aspect of life. 

He lets out a small sigh, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his throat closing up as tears begin to well up. His bottom lip trembles before he bites down on it. 

“Simon,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “What happened, my love?” 

Another tear, followed by three more. A tiny, shaky exhale. Simon remains utterly still for a moment, not saying anything, until…“It’s my father’s birthday today.” His voice is quiet, breathless, unbelievably thick with sheer sadness. 

Your face falls at that. “Oh, Simon.” A sad smile pulls at your lips while you hug him closer, peppering more kisses up and down his hairline, pausing to brush back soft, blonde strands. You say nothing more as he continues to weep in your arms, entire body racking with choked-up sobs and uneven breathing. 

“I loved him,” Simon rasps out, pulling his face up from your neck. Both his cheeks and nose are a cherry-red, with baby-blue eyes bloodshot and puffy, lined with fresh tears. For a moment, he wasn’t the Simon Riley you fell in love with, but the Simon Riley who was five-years-old—all scrawny, little legged and freshly bruised, hiding behind the bookcase in his parents’ bedroom. 

“Loved him so bloody much.” 

You don’t know what to say. What can you even say? Nothing can heal those wounds, cut so deep in his heart and soul that any slight movement reopens them. “I know you did.” You kiss his nose, minding the mess of tears and snot. 

His fists slowly tighten, knuckles whitening as all the memories of his father begin to flood through him; they all carry an agonizing sensation, the kind that is too fuckin' painful to discuss aloud, yet too damn gut-wrenching to keep bottled up inside.

“Do ya…” he hiccups, clearing his throat. “Do ya think…in another life…?” 

In another life. You think for a moment, carding your fingers softly through his hair. “Maybe, my love…” 

Simon nods. “Maybe,” he croaks out, keeping his arms tight around you. There, on the couch, you continue to hold him, letting his torrent of tears soak your shirt; time and time again, your fingers run through his hair in some silent attempt to ease the little boy wailing inside. 

“It’s okay, baby.”

You kiss his temple.

“You’re alright. Let it out, baby.” 

He’ll be alright tomorrow. You know it. In the morning, he’ll be barefoot and content in the kitchen, baking his mother’s special recipe of blueberry and pineapple pancakes—a cup of milk, one egg, blueberries, pineapple, and, of course, the batter—all while waiting for your arms to circle around his chest. 

But for right now, he is five years old, finally being embraced in arms so warm and loving and protective—so unbelievably perfect. The feeling incites more tears.

"Thank you, baby," he mumbles, gently kissing your collarbone; it's a kiss so rich with love, appreciation, and adoration that it stirs up butterflies in your tummy. "For everything."

For everything. Oh, you silly boy. "Simon." You smile down at him, gently caressing his cheek. "For you, my love? I'd do anything."

note: a little drabble for my "let simon riley cry 2024" campaign. thanks!

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hug!!

also, would anyone be interested if i made some stickers... idk i just had the urge to make stickers all of a sudden, and i have some keychain ideas too