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caramelkask · 22 days
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my pookies
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aphelion-i-c · 21 days
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doc² yaoi
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retrodisaster · 10 days
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Happy Year 9 of R6! I compiled some of my favorite moments from the cinematic and the battlepass 🥰
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eldritcmor · 1 year
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I like writing these.
Gaz: I feel like dying.
Storm: you'll have to go to the hangar then.
Gaz: why?
Ghost: eight to ten feet doesn't kill on impact.
Gaz: you've thought about this.
Storm and ghost: of course.
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Price: why is Storm hanging from the ceiling?
Soap: I think they're trying to move their stash.
Price: Their stash?
Soap: if they don't want to bother anyone, they have stashes of food all over the base. They also have some really cozy spots tucked up in here.
Price: why?
Soap: they hide from people.
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Graves: Hey doll.
Storm: Ever call me that again and I will knit a sweater from your nervous system.
Soap: Now that. That is a horrifying feeling.
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Soap: what do we say when someone breaks our heart?
Storm: thank you for the trauma. I need it for my art.
Gaz: no.
Storm: uh I was never good enough to begin with.
Soap: NO!
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Soap: So storm just walked into the infirmary. Uh willingly.
Gaz: well that's alarming.
Ghost: and concerning. Are you absolutely sure it was willingly?
Soap: no one was with them and they were not restrained in anyway.
Gaz: we should probably call Price, something is wrong with Storm.
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Storm meeting up with their old squad
Storm: SPOON! FORK!
Spoon and fork: KNIVES!
Storm: where's Alex, rin, and lucid?
Gaz: why do you all call yourselves outside of missions?
Storm: easier to remember than our own names most of the time, also doesn't trigger the oh shit response.
Soap: the oh shit response?
Storm: John Mactsvish!
Soap: *freezes and ducks his head*
Storm: that response.
Ghost: that was rude, Sargeant.
Storm: *freezes and ducks their head* sorry sir.
Gaz: ha!
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Alejandro: Price, come get your child! *A zoomed in picture of Storm in with a bunch of r6 operators.*
Price: how in the fuck? When did they get to Mexico!
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Doc: *watching as Storm quietly and efficiently patches and stitches themselves back together.* Why?!
Storm: *shrugging as they tie off the last stitch* no point in goin' if I can do it myself. No need to bother the medics on a simple cut.
Doc: that is not how this relationship should work! At least let me do the bandages!
Storm: no, ya got other folks to tend to doc. Don' worry bout me.
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nouveaullo · 1 year
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i need a doctor 💉
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gloomieartnfixation · 1 month
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@chadillacboseman Your Frenchie, ma'am-
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l3r40l · 5 months
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Siegetober: days 13-16
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8bitkraken · 5 months
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A very GIGN halloween
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shegetsburned · 1 year
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“No one remembers who comes in second.”
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Tournament of Champions | Interviews
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gloomiebearwritings · 10 days
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He missed you...
CW: Smut w/ no plot, Minors DNI, reader is GN but mentions of AFAB anatomy. Word count: 600+
A little uhhhh gift for @chadillacboseman (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
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He was acting like he was starving having been away for so long, leaving small bruises along your hips and thighs as his hands gripped your bare skin like you’d slip away. The sound of your breathing and his own heart beating were the only two things he could hear, and all he could feel was your warm skin under his palms and lips. 
“Such a sweet thing…”
His voice is wispy and soft, barely audible to you- his lips barely inches away from the tender skin of your inner thigh, having slung your legs over his shoulders. Your mind barely has time to react before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, gently pressing against your clit. His movements were slow against your bundle of nerves as if he was savoring it. 
He wasn’t slowing down, even as you started squirming at his relentless motion- instead holding your hips firmly in place with firm hands. And the more your body moved under his palms he only hummed, quite content with continuing as is.
“Gustave!” Your voice barely breaks through the ringing in your ears as the knot tightens in your gut, your legs quivering against him. Yet his motions continued, your clit tender and sensitive- his motions being just enough to feel good but not enough to make the knot snap. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair, to pull his head up to look at him just to see his love-drunk eyes looking at you- utterly lost in you. He gave you a drunken grin, his hair now a mess in your hand.
“Let me continue, y/n…” 
He breathlessly chuckled, hands gripping your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, “Please let me continue, y/n.”
His voice sounded almost pathetic, like you’d just taken away his most prized possession. After a nod from you, without breaking eye contact he inches closer to your cunt- some of his hair falling to his face again, eyes only slightly obscured as he returns to feasting. 
Returning to the pace he had before he feasted away, still acting like he had been starved for days. Carefully bringing one hand down from your hip and gently running his fingers along your folds under his tongue, letting them get slick before pushing two into your entrance. 
The sounds that fell from your mouth made his cock ache, and it felt just oh so good. It was such a perfect torture to him, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers as the knot tightened again in your gut- the way your hips shifted and squirmed under his hand, and the way your thighs held his head so firmly in place. 
His persistence led to your knot getting tighter and tighter until he pressed against just the right spot, the knot snapping as he increased his speed to help you ride it out before he dared move away. 
As your pleasure melted into a cloud of fuzzy feelings he stood up, pushing you further up the bed enough to bring himself onto it. Leaning over you, his hair still a mess, he smiled- slowing your breath quickly coming to a halt as he brought the head of his cock to your folds. The sudden yet slight over-stimulation makes your haze clear enough to see his face clearly.
His eyes were heavy lidded, locked onto how easily his tip slid between your folds, and just how your entrance swallowed his tip. The sensation of being inside you luring a long, soft groan from him.
As he pushes deeper he leans over you and whispers as softly as he can despite the shaking in his voice, “I just want to hear you sing just a little bit more…”
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unbindingkerberos · 29 days
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ATTENTION YALL! THE COLLAB IS OFFICIALLY HERE(... in the CN server)
Tags: @onehornedbeast @scentedcandleibex @illmetbymoonlight @shegetsburned @chadillacboseman
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caramelkask · 9 months
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He blushy
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yeem7809962 · 10 months
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Breakfast time 🥪
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retrodisaster · 1 month
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My theory 🤔
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konigsprinzessin · 2 years
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Spetsnaz as dads
okay, i really like this prompt and i've seen it be done before but i wanted to add my own personal touch to it. i hope you enjoy this! these are also written in head cannon style.
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timur glazkov;
he teaches your children about art from a young age, not exactly teaching about colours but rather lighting and shading techniques.
i imagine him to be a helicopter parent (sorry).
i head cannon him having two daughters and maybe one son and they all have his bright blue eyes.
ceo of stranger danger. "don't get in a stranger's car!". goes crazy if his kids' don't answer the phone after one ring.
scolds his children for swearing.
maxim basuda ;
camping trips (he's saving the skinning part until they're a bit older)
your children's first language is russian. english comes second. even if you don't speak russian. he doesn't care.
"your dad's scary. he's a scary man."
such a softie especially when it comes to his daughters but refuses to wear pink and dress up. might play with dolls but if you take a photo of him with the dolls it will be the end of that for a very long, long, long time.
expect moments of children running around with knives. maxim will laugh and then loose his mind when one of them trips (is not harmed)
shuhrat kessikbayev ;
shuhrat is very self conscious of himself as a parent. he worries that he's not raising them right. lot's of self doubt.
your children steal his ushanka especially in the winter.
bedtime stories galore, especially the ones from his childhood.
teaches them that rootbeer is real beer and water is vodka. it's a joke but the school your children attend worry for their safety at home.
"ice is just frozen vodka!" and such.
alexsandr senaviev ;
picks up his kids by the legs and swings them around in a circle or throws them over his shoulder and runs.
in the winter, he'll push them into the snow without winter gear on.
gives the biggest and warmest hugs.
he will spend all evening trying to teach his kids math or science, really anything just to help them better understand the content so they can do well on their exams.
nu pogodi every night before bed and will binge it for hours with your children on the weekend nights.
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patheticruel · 1 year
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ah, yes i made it AND no i’m not ashamed Translation K: It’s Kapkan, are you receiving? Basement, I'm holding steady, but we’re blocked, Tachanka is unconscious. There is a pulse, but he is not breathing. Over. D: Received. We’re close, but CPR is required. Hold on! K: Don’t you dare to die after all of this. K: IT WASN’T EVEN A KISS I SWEAR I’VE TRIED TO SAVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE! STOP IT! I’M NOT GONNA HELP YOU NEXT TIME, DUMBASS.
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