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ghouljams · 1 day
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Thinking about being a solo traveler booking a room at a shitty hostel, and being told when you check in that the other guests in that room are probably already there. Which is fine, you're used to bunking with other people, but the look that the woman who hands you the key gives you is kind of weird. You don't really get it until you open the door and are greeted by the four men in what you assume are military uniforms and you get the feeling she might have been trying to warn you about them.
The 141 is a little surprised to see pretty you open the door, thought they booked this whole room out. It's got the perfect view of their target next door, and Ghost is already setting up the rifle in the window. Oh well, must be a gift from the staff, a bribe to keep the four of them from causing any trouble. Well, they're not ones to look a gift horse in the mouth, at least not when you're so cute standing there with your mouth open. It would be rude not to take advantage of that...
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bluegiragi · 2 days
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reward (part 2)
(full comic on patreon)
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steebersss · 2 days
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some portraits
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aidenlydia · 2 days
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finders keepers
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knightjpg · 3 days
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saw @ceilidho saying this looked like Soap so now I have to live with that knowledge forever
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naholuy17 · 2 days
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I believe in the old-fashioned strange jokes from the Ghost, which he unleashes on loved ones.
I love weird jokes.
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lanialania00 · 1 day
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riviclouds · 1 day
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I couldn't find any so I made my own 141 shimejis
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Here's the download link!! Instructions on how to download/use should be in the Google Drive folder with all the little guys :)
⚠️ I also changed the "sit and spin head" animation for all of them, so they each have a unique little animation instead of just spinning their heads!
Enjoy <333
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sgt-tombstone · 3 days
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Ghost: you look tired, Johnny
Soap: yeah, I didnae sleep well last night, I went to bed early but tossed and turned for forty-seven hours straight
Ghost: that’s literally not possible
Soap, leaning into the bit: actually, I was on a plane going from *stops to think for a second* east to west, so I was in the air for fifty hours but it was only about eight hours local time
Ghost: is this your way of telling me that you only got three hours of sleep last night?
Soap: yeah…
Ghost, fondly: you’re so fucking stupid, sergeant
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Soap: You jumped out of a building rather than talk to me about your feelings!
Ghost: You’re exaggerating. The explosion blew me away.
Soap: You hit the ground and started running!
Ghost: …
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cod-dump · 1 day
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Laswell: I’m signing you all up for therapy. No backing out
Price: Is it group therapy?
Laswell: Jonathan, do you honestly think there’s a therapist that could handle you and the boys’ combined trauma and quirks at once?
Price: … fair enough
Gaz: Probably for the best, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it either
Soap: Damn, I was wanting to hear some pricey drama
Price: Some WHAT??
Soap:
Soap: Talk to Ghost
Ghost: HEY-
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ghouljams · 3 days
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No one in the 141 can dance and I mean that
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eiraeths · 3 days
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fuckboy soap and ghost meeting on a hookup dating app and ghost invites him over being like “you wanna bake cookies?” soap heading over thinking its an innuendo of some sort but no. ghost just wanted to bake cookies with someone.
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lunarw0rks · 14 hours
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johnny is the guy that comments “😍❤️” under all your selfies
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gloomwitchwrites · 1 day
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What If 141... "tell me you need me" and/or " I don't want you to stop"
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Okay. Okay okay okay okay. When I first read this prompt, I genuinely thought I would write something really sweet and soft. But I also have free will. I am an independent individual. I make the choices here. Are they sweet? Yes. Are they soft? A bit. Is this mostly spice? Yes. Yes it is. I will not ask forgiveness.
Presented in four double drabbles.
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, non-descriptive sex, praise, fluff, established relationship, suggestive themes
Word Count: 800
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John Price
“Say it, love. I want to hear you say it.”
Everything in you is buzzing. It is loud, as if a hive of bees dwells beneath your skin. Each touch John gives you is electric. A zing of pleasure that rockets outward until the tips of your fingers and toes tingle.
“You don’t play fair,” you whine, sinking against him, surrendering to his touch.
“Never do,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.
You reach up to touch him, to hook your arm around the back of his neck. You need to anchor yourself before you fall over the edge. His fingers are expert things, moving in little circles between your legs. It is agony. And so very sweet.
John seizes your wrist. Brings your arm back to your side.
“No,” he says. “You can’t have that yet.”
“Why not?”
John’s lips brush against your throat. “Tell me you need me. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.” He lightly bites. “Promise.”
You swallow hard. The words are forming, but they are only air. Slipping away with each stroke of his fingers.
John pauses. And that sets you off instantly.
“I need you, John,” you gasp.
“That’s my girl.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Kyle’s fingers thread lightly through your hair. It’s a gentle touch. One that sends a shiver through you.
Your hands roam, touching everywhere. There is skin beneath your fingers. It is taut, slick with water from the shower. Kyle is warm too like a good blanket. You could wrap yourself up in him.
Kyle returns to your hair, working in the shampoo. You close your eyes and sink into the feeling. He has one arm around your waist as if you’ll run off.
“Don’t stop,” you moan. “That feels good.”
Kyle’s soft laugh comes from behind you, and then he guides you under the spray, washing away the shampoo.
“Need to get the rest of you,” he purrs, those strong hands of his grasping your waist, spinning you around to face him. “Where should I start first?”
He traces one finger along your jaw and down the side of your throat only to descend to collarbone and the curve of your breast. He goes lower. Lower still.
You grasp his wrist, arching into his touch.
“Here?” he asks with a smug smile.
You’re needy. And his hand between your legs is bliss.
“I don’t want you to stop,” you reply.
John "Soap" MacTavish
“Oh. Fu—fuck, love. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Johnny groans loudly above you, his head tilted back in ecstasy. Behind you, the television is on but the sound is muted. It bathes the bedroom in a blueish glow. Johnny isn’t paying attention, and you’re not either.
You are settled between his legs, your mouth full of him.
This is a craving. A vice. Johnny is always the one giving. He loves to do it. Loves to shower you with affection and as much pleasure as you can handle. But you have the control now. You’re the one making him squirm. Making him writhe and whimper.
It’s lovely this feeling. The power is perfect.
No wonder Johnny loves doing this so much.
He groans again, the arm next to his side, fist clenched. His other hand rises, and tentatively brushes against your scalp. Johnny’s eyes are closed. You’re not sure if he even knows what he’s doing.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he says, almost absently, as if speaking to the air.
You continue. Tasting.
His hand against your scalp strengthens, fingers tangling in your hair. His grip is fierce.
“Don’t stop,” he repeats. “Don’t want you to stop.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
“That’s not what you say. You know this, love.”
Simon grasps your chin between thumb and forefinger. He squeezes slightly, tipping upward. You are unable to look away. Unable to move. Those dark eyes with pale eyelashes drive a spear through your heart every time.
It’s maddening.
You lick your lips and Simon follows the movement. He examines your mouth, and then his thumb brushes against the underside of your bottom lip. It sends a little shiver through you. Simon is powerful. Strong. He could easily break you, and yet he can be so gentle.
“I’m not gonna ask again.” Simon draws you closer and leans forward as if to kiss you. He doesn’t though, simply holds there, awaiting an answer.
He won’t give you what you’re seeking just yet. Not until you say the magic words.
“Tell me you need me,” he murmurs.
That is all Simon wants. To be desired. To be needed. He loves to hear it from your lips, especially like now when the two of you are tangled in each other. Other times, it’s simple things like reaching something on the top shelf.
And you will tell him.
You always do.
“I need you, Simon.”
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amazeingartist · 3 days
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I think this version of shark soap is neat
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