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temeyes · 1 year ago
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biker ghost? biker ghost.
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spiltspit · 1 day ago
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Tactical shell placement 🐚
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fludderpy · 8 months ago
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Ghost?? With a heart necklace???? That you can pull on??????
Hehe
(wip‘s and more rendered artworks (18+) are on my patreon)
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rockyrat03 · 5 months ago
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erm
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whateveriwant · 2 years ago
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Me, choosing to aggressively ignore the events of MW3 so I can continue writing my silly little fanfics about my silly little fictional men:
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sikoi · 2 years ago
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yakowo · 1 year ago
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got to draw the iconic MW3 Gaz moment for a commission 🖤
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sylusfruitss · 2 years ago
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Btw I'm not done with Soap gifs quite yet!
Btw as if the helicopter scene from the zombies trailer was enough!
If you use or repost this gif, please credit me! Thank you!
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naditwombly · 7 months ago
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"Can i have your sweater LT?"
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MORE ARTWORKS [NSFW Stuff] and RENDERINGS on p@treon: link in my bio 🫶🏻
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yuriko240 · 6 months ago
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“johnny?”
“who’s johnny?”
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spiltspit · 1 month ago
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Red Team
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fludderpy · 5 months ago
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Soap’s boots barely made a sound as he walked down the hallway of the safehouse. The corridor was dimly lit, with only a soft glow spilling out from the slightly open bathroom door.
“Morning, LT. I’m heading to the others, you comin'?” he asked as he passed by the door.
“Morning. I’ll join you in 10. After the mess from last night, I need a fucking shower first...” Ghost replied.
“Alright” Soap said as his gaze shifted to the crack in the door that his Lieutenant had probably left open by accident.
A moment.
Ghost stood in the shower, his back to the door. Water ran in long streams down his body. The overhead light illuminated the scars on his skin, each one a testament to battles fought and survived, like pages from a war diary.
Soap had seen him naked countless times—changing, patching wounds, washing off the grime of missions.
Get a grip, Johnny. It’s just Ghost. It’s always been Ghost.
But this time, it felt... different.
(More exclusive art on patreon <3)
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emmster · 3 months ago
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the true mw3 ending
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chamomiletealeaf · 1 year ago
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Sending a video to Simon while he’s on deployment of you humping your body pillow in your cute lace baby blue panties with a little pink bow on the front, aka, his favorite pair, making sure he can see the now dark blue spot in them from soaking yourself.
You’re panting, squealing Simon’s name bouncing your ass on the pillow while you straddle it rubbing your twitching clit back and forth on it.
You have the camera positioned behind you to get a full view of your ass and pussy from behind and when you cum in your panties you make sure to arch your back so Simon can see how wet your orgasm made you.
He sees the video and immediately locks himself away in his bunk for the night, roughly fisting his cock over and over to you moaning his name, the soft jiggle of your ass and thighs, and the way your cunt just gushes for him like his own personal little cam girl.
God he can’t wait to get home.
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temeyes · 7 months ago
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'eepy lieutenant
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yawnderu · 1 year ago
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There's only 3 people Simon follows on social media. Gaz, Soap... and a pornstar he's been obsessed with for months.
He loves coming back from missions and seeing you promoting your new content on Twitter, always getting fucked by a different person— never the same man or woman twice.
He'd be lying if he said he doesn't think he can fuck you better than the men jackhammering into you without care, or the women who keep staring at the camera rather than focusing on your lovely body. He could do it so much better, stuffing your pretty cunt full of eight inches of thick, veiny meat.
Warm water runs down his body as he rubs his throbbing cock, calloused hands toying with the angry, red tip before he smears it all over his shaft, almost cumming at the wet sound that rings around the shower when he jerks off again.
His leaking precum sticks to his hand, begging him to keep going while he scrolls down your Twitter. Half-lidded brown eyes struggle to stay open when he sees a new photo of you, groaning at the way your bright smile overpowers the thick cum smeared all over your lovely tits, looking so proud of finishing another man off and getting marked.
His boner is almost painful at this point. He's sure his arm is going to get a cramp after this, but he's too far gone to care.
Simon's fantasies run wild as he keeps scrolling and liking your new content. He's barely lucid enough to register the newest video, looking at the skimpy clothing you're wearing being ripped off by an older man, cock thrusting into you wildly, almost punishingly. There's nothing more lovely than your expression when you get penetrated, wide eyes looking at the camera and pretty lips turned into an "o" shape before you smile, clearly enjoying every single inch of meat stuffed into your needy cunt.
“Fuck.” His hand works faster down his shaft, the familiar tight feeling in his heavy balls returning while he lets out a low moan. A tidal wave of euphoria hits him when his half-lidded brown eyes return to the video, muscles flexing and tensing up as he releases thick ropes of cum onto the floor, letting the water wash it away.
His hips buck uncontrollably as he squeezes the last drops of thick cum out of his cock with a couple of low groans, hand finally slowing down.
His muscles finally relax, chest rising up and down while he tries to recover from the intense orgasm. He can't help but look at the ropes of release being washed away, secretly hoping they were in you instead.
His phone vibrates in his hand, and he immediately looks at it with a raised eyebrow, breath catching in his throat when he reads the notification announcing that you follow him back.
Part II | Part III
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