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[ ❝  𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴. 𝙸 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 !!   ❞   𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚢. 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚢!!! ]  ⁚  @peacedomain ... 

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾  𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷   or be  concerned,  Soap eyes are a comical mix of  mirth and confusion,  brows knit over sharp blue eyes, lips parted as if the words will simply fall from them on their own. After all, what is he  supposed  to say, when she's standing before him, all but stomping her foot with outrage ⸻ for not biting her,  mind you ⸻ with a pout on her lips and fire in that sapphire gaze. It's precious. It's worrisome. It's  amusing.   ❝  Y'know, people are usually tellin' me  t'stop  bitin' them, not askin' for it. 'N it's for a good reason, too ⸻ they  hurt.  Ye sure that's what ye want, lass ?  ❞   If she really,  truly  feels left out, he'll humor her. If that's what she really wants.

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me and my undying urge to be someone’s favorite

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A little treat for Easter ✨

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CHALLENGERS (2024) Dir. Luca Guadagnino

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– Audrey Hepburn

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excuse the absence today friends. The Brain™️ is not doing well

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excuse the absence today friends. The Brain™️ is not doing well

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ㅤㅤㅤ WELL , YOU SURE HAD ME FOOLED. ©

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𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴. 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴  ⸻  a mantra, the word filling his fogged mind until no coherent thought could penetrate it. His lips are moving, but he's not sure what they're saying   (  perhaps they're repeating his mantra on their own  );   all he knows is want is quickly boiling over into  NEED,  and his entire body is burning with it,   shaking  with it. He's no longer sure how much of the moisture on his face is sweat and how much of it is his own tears, and he's long since stopped caring, at this point  (  how long has it been ?  Minutes ?  Hours ?  He's lost count  ),  bleary, watery eyes focused only on his lover, his anchor.  His cruel, cruel master.

He's losing focus, ears ringing, the heat in his gut coiling to a near painful degree ⸻ he's so fucking close,  he can almost taste it, his own whimpering pleas on his tongue, pulse pounding in his ears. But none of it matters, not when that beautifully rough voice cuts through all of his body's noise, loud and clear, sharp as a knife:  Stop.

He doesn't want to,  Christ he doesn't want to,  but his body reacts before his mind can even catch up, releasing the grip on his cock in favor of sinking blunt nails into the seat cushion beneath him, teeth digging into his bottom lip; his cock  twitches and throbs  angrily between his spread legs,  denied  release once again, leaking profusely and making a mess that should have made him feel  shame.  Eyes squeezed shut tight, he doesn't realize a fresh wave of tears has spilled over until they drip from his chin, almost as if mimicking his cock.

❝  Please,  sir.  ❞   It's a choked,  broken whisper,  forced out between his pants and whines, even as he knows he won't be granted mercy ⸻ Ghost's steely,  piercing  stare tells him that much ⸻ but he can't help begging for it anyway, can't help picking up the faux bone Ghost tosses his way in an act of wicked teasing.   ❝  I  ...  I  need  it  ...  Please let me cum,  sir.  ❞

⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .

@siabann : (   PERFORM   )     FOR   THE   SENDER   TO   BE   INTIMATE   SOLO   WHILE   THE   RECEIVER   WATCHES.

In   his   mind,   there   was   not   a   goddamn   sight   in   the   world   that   bested   the   one   before   him.   Soap   was   a   coiled,   desperate   mess.   Panting,   begging   for   a   release   that   Ghost   wouldn’t   grant   him,   despite   not   being   the   one   touching   him.   He   watched   from   the   sidelines,   pressed   against   the   back   of   his   chair   with   feet   propped   up   atop   his   desk   while   the   other   sat   across   from   him.   The   sound   of   suppressed,   breathless   whimpers   filled   the   room   like   a   fog,   silent   pleads   to   let   him   finish.   𝘕𝘰𝘵   𝘢   𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.   

“ That’s   a   good   boy, ”   Simon   purred   lowly,   his   gaze   as   potent   as   it   was   intense,   all   of   his   attention   focused   in   on   the   pathetic   heap   of   a   man   sprawled   out   before   him.   “   ⸺   Maybe   if   you   ask   me   nicely,   I’ll   let   you   cum. ”   

The   first   lie.   Johnny   could   beg   as   much   as   he   was   able   to,   but   he   was   at   the   mercy   of   a   man   who,   quite   frankly,   couldn’t   care   less   about   what   he   wanted.   His   eyes   flickered   toward   the   languid,   fluid-slick   movements   of   Soap’s   hand   as   he   stroked   himself   into   a   frenzy.   It   was   a   test   of   obedience.   Patience,   and   self   control,   with   the   promise   of   a   prize   for   making   it   across   the   finish   line.   He   wanted   Soap   to   bend   towards   his   will   …   a   mindless,   fucked   out   puppet   that   would   blindly   follow   the   commands   of   his   superior,   no   questions   asked.   

Ghost   managed   to   ignore   his   own   growing   erection   with   relative   ease,   the   strain   in   his   pants   a   familiar   enough   sensation   that   he   didn’t   mind   it   all   that   much.   But   god,   he   could   get   off   on   the   sight   of   this   alone.   Undoubtedly.   Effortlessly.   And   maybe   he   would,   at   his   leisure,   in   a   way   that   Soap   could   not.   Just   to   showcase   who   was   in   charge   and   tease   the   man   further.   

In   a   moment   of   contemplation,   Ghost   could   sense   from   the   miniscule   expressions   and   noises   spilling   out   from   Johnny’s   mouth   that   he   was   dangerously   close,   and   that   simply   wouldn’t   do.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ Stop. ”

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soap being the little succubus that either completely breaks his partner’s self control or severely tests it is so special to me honestly

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I ADD RINA ON DISCORD AND WHAT DO THEY DO??? IMMEDIATELY START BREAKING MY HEART

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soap's bite count: ghost (x10000), price (x2), kick (x15), roach ( new ! )

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#lex woke me up with lorax price this morning so #yall probably should follow them just so you can suffer too

@pseudolife this is a very odd way of saying 'thank u for making me laugh first thing in the morning' 😒

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❝ 𝙸'𝙼 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗘 ... 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗦. 𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗗 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚂𝙴.

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