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bellmo15-blog · 10 months ago
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It may of been a month and a half since that whole "gamers need to get comfortable with not owing there games" quote from a Ubisoft executive but no, you DON'T just say shit like that and expect me to pretend you didn't say that!
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msbiancax · 8 months ago
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Watch me play on twitch @msbiancax
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revnah1406 · 7 months ago
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Sparrow in Op Kingslayer!
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(click for Better quality!) Reference: Ghost Recon Breakpoint concept art
Finally I can bring Sparrow's look in OPK to you guys!! Not gonna lie, if I was a narco from Santa Blanca Cartel I would let her crush my head with those biceps. Guilty ✌🏻.
Old sketch:
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Hahahaha! Anyway I also want to bring some good news! I'll bring Op Kingslayer Chapter 4 soon! There's not gonna be as much action as chapter 3 (that doesn't mean that there won't be drama. There's always drama.) but I'll put all the stakes in chapter 5 (you'll get it when you read it).
Anyway! Hope you like it! I'm working on updating Sparrow's ref sheet, so you'll probably see more of this hahahaha!
I can't wait to see how my beautiful moots see their ocs in OPK! 👀👀🧡✨
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riotouseaterofflesh · 2 months ago
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dunno who needs this but an important thing to remember whenever you're at risk of being emotionally invested in a story that's owned by (or has lots of rights licenced to) a corporation is that, given enough time, they will put out something that enshittifies the thing in a way that totally negates whatever it was you loved about the original and there will be no turning back
so you should always be prepared to set yourself a clear boundary for when you no longer give a shit about what the copyright holder puts out and no longer incorporate "official" works into your headcanon
the star wars movies are the most obvious example - especially, given exactly which star wars movie is your cutoff point will vary from person to person, for the point that you have to be the one to decide on this for yourself
(personally i just reject the "somehow palpatine returned" movie, but acknowledge that it's far more natural to reject the entire disney trilogy as the cutoff point where lucas was no longer involved or keep only the original trilogy as a properly self-contained unit)
(and let's not even start to talk about how Tolkien's IP has been licenced to our closest modern analogue to Sauron...)
with life is strange i'm far more on the "original trilogy only" end of the scale, and pretty much just consider LiS1 to be its own, fully self-contained story that has all sorts of fanfic growing out of it free to pick and choose from - and all other games under the "Life Is Strange™" brand, which consist of LiS2 which was connected to LiS1 only with a small self-contained easter egg section and then a bunch of games that had minimal if any input from any of the people (let alone the studio with creative control!) involved in LiS1, i treat on the same level as other fanfic
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bishyofskye · 16 days ago
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Redsquare volume III (?)
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purplelupins · 1 year ago
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Dumb Puppy
|Ghost Recon: Breakpoint|
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Cole Walker/Fem!experiment!reader
Summery: reader is an experiment on Auroa, and Walker decides to keep her. This is just another day.
Warnings: mute!reader, non-con, mention of m receiving oral, P in v Sex, unprotected sex, breeding, mean!cole, spit swallowing, cum eating, public fucking, making people watch, punishment, objectification, reader gets knocked around, daddy kink, swearing, name calling (whore, freak, kiddo)
MINORS DNI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Notes: a Comm for my friend @mandowifey !!! Enjoy 🤍🤍🤍
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There was nothing but an endless gentle dream before him.
Then a white light that nearly blinded you.
Your fingertips had hurt, and your head pounded when your senses overloaded. Your eyes felt like they were on fire- burning, burning, burning.
Then him.
Cole Walker was not a kind man, nor fair, nor gentle. He had clasped a collar around your sensitive neck as soon as he had released you from your suspension tank, and jerked you to look at him; an anomaly of Auroa Island, the scientists called you. Walker had scoffed at the claim until you opened your eyes and he saw those glowing blue eyes of yours. Like two cerulean fireflies looking back at him. He had jostled you when you didn’t speak, and had shot a scientist in the shin when he told him that you were a mute.
The man had half considered blowing a hole through your head since you’d likely be more of a bother than a use, but there was something about you that appealed to the sick bastard in him. The way your gaze followed him so carefully and you tilted your head when he spoke like you were processing what he said; how you tried to reach out and touch his face when you first saw him. How you flinched and went all wide eyed when he snatched your wrist lightning fast. How everything seemed so new and wonderful to you.
It made him grind his teeth, but he couldn’t look away. You were like some dumb little puppy he had found on the side of the road, and while you might not be the most brilliant prize he had taken, but he was certainly going to put you to good use.
He had a very good idea of how he would use you.
He knew you had the mannerisms and mental understandings of a dumb but loyal dog, and fortunately for him and unfortunate for you, you had latched onto him. You were his from the moment you opened your mutated eyes, and he knew it.
He had locked a tracking collar around your neck the second day- he liked having the ability to know exactly where you were at any given time if you weren’t by his side.
But regardless of the device, you were glued to him; he could barely go anywhere without you, and even had to cuss you out when he had to take a leak cuz you were just a breath away, wanting to follow him. He had shut the door right in your face, and has expected to look at his mobile screen and see your tracking dot move away into the compound in search of something to do…but it didn’t. Quite the opposite. He half wondered if you had taken the collar off somehow and bolted…but when he had opened the door, you were right where he had left you.
Something stirred in him after that when he found out sitting outside the door waiting for him. So obedient…so mindless. Not an independent thought in your head.
Cole smirked at the irony- he called himself a wolf and here he was with a puppy on his hands.
He had quickly discovered that he could do…just about anything to you.
Anything.
After a particularly difficult day, he had even held a gun to your head and spat profanities at you left and right and you had just looked up at him, blinking. Then while he seemed to have no end to his temper, you looked at the barrel of the gun curiously. You didn’t fully grasp why he was speaking so tersely and so loudly, but you knew he must know why; that was enough for you. You hadn’t seen a gun up close before, and the severity of the situation was lost on you; a gun pointed at your head was no silly prank. Which was why your naivety pushed you to kiss the end. The metal had been cool against your lips, and you hadn’t even noticed Walker had stopped talking until your hair was being gripped tightly and you were being forced to your knees.
“Open wide, I’ll fucking give you something to kiss.” He ground out, still holding his D-50 to your temple.
Oh yes, he had lots, and lots of things for you to do for him.
Months passed, and Walker had constantly waited for you to turn on him. For you to open your mouth and actually say something then try and put an end to his special use for you. But it never came. You remained as silent, and docile as the first day he had seen you.
It had been three long weeks of little to no rest for the recon group. Securing the island was no small feat, and they were beginning to feel it. Walker pushed them. And they did good work, which was why he finally cut them some slack and let them take a load off in their rec-room. There had been a chorus of “Thank fuck.” When Walker gave them the news of the break.
The men scattered themselves around to unwind; a couple playing pool, some watching a movie, playing some video game. There was an air of ease in the large room, and each man was basking in the change.
While nearly everyone was engaged in some activity to distract their brain or melt it while they could, Walker was incapable of any such thing. The man sat himself on one of the sofas facing into the room, nursing a drink. In his ear, Josiah was prattling on some story that had droned out into a dull buzz. Walker wasn’t listening to anything, and he certainly wasn’t relaxing, not exactly. His jaw was still tight and his free hand was clenching every few seconds as he sucked at his teeth with each sip.
Walker was watching something.
You to be specific.
To the world around you, you were very much a child. You stared at everything in wonder and had no frame of reference for…well…anything. Everything was new. It had been expected thst you would start to adapt and the novelty of the world would wear down, but it had been months and you still looked at grass like it was a genius stimulation toy.
Across the room, you stared out the window, and discovered that when you puffed out air onto the glass, you could draw pictures on the fog. That had kept you busy for a while.
Then you crouched down and tried to figure out what a light socket was. Evidently you had thought it was making a face at you and you tried to mimic it.
You poked and stared at insignificant things with such interest.
It was infuriating.
He hated how curious you were. “Always stickin’ her nose into shit.” He said about you.
Walker watched a few of the men stare at you when you left the window and leaned over to watch one of their pool sticks impact the little white ball; your eyes tracking it until it hit a red one, then following that one until it fell into the hole and subsequently into the net below that. Your eyes widened with excitement.
Walker’s left eye twitched.
One of his men elbowed the other and nodded at you when you crawled onto the floor to look at the balls in their nets beneath the heavy table.; all colourful and neat. An innocent act to you…a promiscuous act to those around you as they caught sight of the hem of your panties under your dress. You were always forgetting that you were no longer in the submersion suit issued to you from the scientists, and that humans didn’t know how to control themselves when it came to something as precious as a naive girl like you.
“-she did a real number on you, didn’t she?” Josiah’s had followed the man’s dark gaze when he didn’t respond to a question, and raised a brow.
Walker threw back a sip of his bitter drink and stared at his comrade from below his brows. “No one did any number on anyone. She’s a pain in the ass.”
“Why keep her then? I don’t see her do jack shit.” Josiah scoffed.
Walker clenched his jaw and rolled a mouth full of his drink in his mouth before he snapped his head in your direction and let out a sharp whistle. Your head popped up from under the table immediately; eyes already trained on him. Walker held up a hand and beckoned you over with two fingers.
You came to him without any hesitation, almost running to his side. As you went to crawl into his lap, he grabbed you roughly by the shoulders and hoisted you up. Walker stared at you plainly, then he looked back a Josiah and he shook you roughly.
His friend watched him jostle you and grope you freely with only a few quiet squeaks out of you.
“See? I can fucking do anything to her. Doesn’t matter.” He turned to you, “Just a dumb bitch, aren’tcha?”
You didn’t know what that was but you nodded.
Walker huffed out a humourless laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.
Then he took another drink from his liquor and gripped your hair; Walker yanked you down and covered your mouth with his to force the liquid down your throat. You sputtered, but tried to choke it down as his tongue smoothed against yours. Some still dribbled down your chin, and he roughy wiped it away when he drew back.
He watched you for another moment, and you stayed still.
“Cmere ‘n kiss me.” He said, leaning back comfortably into the couch- his legs spreading wider which made you fall forward against his chest. Your hands braced against him as his fatigues and tactical thigh harnesses dug into your skin.
One of the men near the pool table nodded to Walker, “Hey walker…how old are your little girls again? Older than her…Aren’t they just about 30? Growing up so fast-“
“You gonna shut that mouth of yours or am I gonna shut it for you?” Walker bit out at him.
The man shut his mouth at the outburst and held up a casual defensive hand. He knew not to push any further lest he not walk out of that rec-room in one piece. Walker’s temper was nothing new.
Walker dragged his gaze back to you and stared at your incandescent blue eyes, “Didn’t I tell you to do somethin’ kid?” He snipped.
Your eyes went wide at your mistake, and you inched closer to him, which evidently wasn’t fast enough for the man.
“For fucksake…” he huffed out, then quickly grabbed the back of your head and smacked your mouth down against his- your teeth crashing into his in a painful clank that made you wince but it didn’t stop him. Walker forced his tongue into your mouth and when you were slow to catch up he yanked you away and knocked your forehead with the base of his palm, “You asleep? I said kiss me.” He growled and shook you for good measure. The harassment made your head all jumbled but you did your best to please him. You eagerly leaned down and kissed him hard- it was a mess. You still didn’t know what kissing was fully, and Walker didn’t have the patience to show you. Your sloppiness didn’t seem to phase him though as he flipped the bird to one of his men who he caught staring.
You kissed him and sucked on his tongue like your life depended on it until he tore away and turned his head. “Enough.” He rumbled.
And you stilled immediately, waiting for some kind of confirmation that you had done well, but it never came. It never did, so you sat there obediently.
You went to lean in again, thinking you might have done something wrong, but he resumed his conversation with Josiah like nothing had happened. So you settled dejectedly into his lap, and rested your head in the crook of his neck; looking out at the rest of the room where some other members were sparring.
You tracked their movements and jumped a little when one got hit particularly hard which earned you a smack to your ass.
“Knock it off.” Came Walker’s firm, but slightly slurred voice in your ear. You nodded and just watched instead. One of the men caught you staring and briefly waved. You liked the gesture and you brought your hand up to copy him, then looked over at your fingers as you moved them accordingly.
The movement evidently caught the attention of Walker, and he lazily moved his head to see what you were doing. He saw you waving- albeit oddly and in a distracted manner like you were an unsure toddler - and then followed where you were looking. He saw it was one of his men and his heavy brow fell low over his eyes.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Walker clenched his fingers into the flesh of your neck, and you let out a sound of surprise at the harshness. Pain shot through you as he wrenched you away from his chest and jostled you a few times. “The fuck you think you’re doing, huh?” He snapped.
When you didn’t answer immediately, he shook you again, harder. “Huh?” His liquored breath was in your face and the smell made you twist your mouth in displeasure- it wasn’t something you were used to yet.
The sight of you wincing sent something through the man, and the levee inside him broke. Hot rage filled him to the brim then overflowed.
“Up. Get up.” He snapped at you, grabbing your arm roughly and dragging you over to the pool table. He carelessly shoved the balls down the green felt, and hoisted you up onto it, face first. He bent you against the edge at the waist and hummed to himself when your feet couldn’t even touch the ground.
“You gonna look at every cock in this room? Huh? What are you a whore from the mainland, look at me! You think any of these mutts here give a shit about you? They don’t.” He pushed your head harder into the table, “That’s right. All you got is me, right? Even those fucking scientists didn’t want you.” His words were harsh and your listened to every syllable.
You whimpered again, hands looking for anything to grip.
“That’s right…just some freak-ass slut waiting to be fucked…” he grumbled under his breath as he ripped his heavy belt open, then his tactical pants. His thigh harnesses felt too tight as his muscles tensed but he didn’t care.
He lifted up your simple lab dress and smirked when he saw that sheen of slick coating your thighs and the large dark patch on your panties. “You getting off on this? Huh? You think you can just do anything you fucking want and not be treated like a whore?” He huffed out, breaths coming in pants.
“You want me to just leave? Just say it and I’ll fucking go. Say “Leave me here to rot, Colonel Walker.” Or whatever the fuck it is you’ll do…”
You shook your head frantically and tried to push up to make things right but he only pushed you back down and knocked your head into the table. “You know what’d happen if I left? You’d be all alone. Just a dumb bitch all alone again. That’s what you are without me. Alone. You hear me? Even those fucking scientists didn’t want you.”
You whined and squeaked as you fought to turn around and try to see him, try and show him he was wrong, but your attempts were fruitless. Walker smirked down at you as he worked his fatigues open, and his other large hand splayed open over your back, pinning you completely. Your eyes flickered around at the faces in the room as the they watched their commander nudge his pants down enough to pull his hard cock out, and stare hungrily at your form.
"Hold still." He barked, and in an attempt to show him that you could listen and hopefully win his favour back, you stopped moving. Your brain was screaming at you to do something- fight or flight kicking in- but you couldnt bring yourself to do a thing. You still didnt fully understand why he was so angry with you- you had just been a little curious...but if he was cross, you must not have realized how wrong you were. Your fingertips hurt from trying to grip the table as you remained suspended off the floor.
Walker ran the weeping tip of his throbbing cock along your drenched panties, and tsked when you whined. He moved the fabric aside, and ground into your embarrassingly soaked lower lips, spreading you open for him to see the constant amount of slick coming out of you. “Fuckin’ broken tap…” he mumbled to himself, but you heard him. Of course you heard him…and you whimpered.
“Shut up!” He snarled and rammed your head into the table again, making the room spin in front of your eyes.
You felt tears prickle in your eyes, but you obediently fought to do as he said. You needed him to know that you could listen. That you were good.
Walker, continued to run the tip up and down your folds, teasingly dipping inside you just a little each time to put you on edge, never knowing when he might thrust into you. Then, he dipped down to your clit, and pushed down with his cock making your jump and gasp. The sound of you excited him, and he quickly tore the crotch of your panties in half.
You could hear him chuckle.
You could hear everything; the room was silent. Each pair of eyes were on you, and the example he was making out of you.
Walker leaned over your trembling form, and breathed in the air by your neck- sweat and distress permeating it. “You ready, pup? On the count of three you’re gonna take everything I give you, got it?” He murmured in your hear. You nodded quickly.
“Good…” he dragged out the word and goosebumps formed on your arms. Walker stared down at you, and his face twisted into a sick, cruel smile, “One-“
All air was knocked from your lungs as he thrust into you without warning. You gasped out a ragged cry, and dug your forehead into the green felt below you as your cunt was forced to stretch too fast too soon. Walker barked out a half groan and half laugh at your pain.
“Oh I’m sorry…did you r-really think this was about you?” He mocked you, thrusting again until he was rooted fully inside you; his fat tip pressed right up against your little cervix.
Everything inside you felt too full, and too warm. It was too much all at once, and you whined. You wanted so badly to know what you had so wrong, but Walker was hell bent on making sure you couldn’t do anything but take his cock. Your legs shook as he ground against you for a moment, as if he was enjoying you squirming so much.
Walker snapped his hips into you hard, making you bounce further onto the table, and making the table itself screech an inch across the floor. The sound was deafening in the rec-room. He grunted and got a better grip on your soft hips before starting a relentless, brutal pace. The smack of his stomach against your flesh and the shuffle of the pool table was all you could hear; that and his demeaning words in your ears.
“There you go, there you fucking go you little bitch was that s-so hard? Huh? Mute whore.” He goaded you, and you couldn’t even think of defending yourself. All your thoughts began to evaporate as he fucked into you like a rabid dog.
Walker hummed raggedly, and low in his chest at the sight of you splayed on the table for him- so submissive. The man released your hips for just a moment before snatching your arms from their places beside your head, and wrenched them back against your spine. Your back arched unnaturally and you cried out at the sudden change. He kept your wrists together in one tightly clenched hand of his- fingers closing around them like a shackle.
He had barely paused as he fixed you into the new position, and you half hoped he might be a little softer, but he brought his free hand back to your fleshy hip and began hammering into you even harder than before. The edge of the table dug into the front of your thighs and your hips, circulation almost getting cut off. But he didn’t care about your comfort. Not even a little. You could have been bleeding from your head and Walker would have just told you to keep quiet so he could cum.
Your teeth clashed against eachother as you fought to not bite your tongue. Your jaw hurt, and your back was burning. You looked around again at the room, and caught the gaze of one of the men, who quickly looked away. Walker caught the action out of the corner of his eye, and he released your hip to draw his pistol on the man.
“Look at her again. I fucking dare you.” He growled.
The man shook his head and looked back at the TV screen.
Walker huffed and maintained his bucking into you, gun still in hand. Then he had an idea. He leaned over you and put the gun to your head, and you jerked.
“Feel that? You’d better fucking cum soon. Daddy’s getting bored.” He rasped. The cold steel made you whimper- you had seen the weapon before and what it did. You knew it could end your life.
With the new angle, the underside of his cock stroked against your sensitive patch again and again. You could feel yourself grow warmer and warmer- every nerve ending alight. Your head felt light and your feet felt tingly- like nothing was connected to you. All you could focus on was the constant pounding between your legs and how perfectly tense your muscles were getting.
Then, your wrists were released all of a sudden and you crashed down into the table with a thud. Walker’s large hand reach past your hip, between your legs and he began drawing skilled circles around your clit. You arched your back without him this time, and felt tears form in your eyes from the overwhelming shocks shooting through you.
“Did you hear me? Are you fucking deaf now, too?” He spat.
You shook your head frantically, hands once again scrambling at the green felt.
Walker went quiet for a moment, then your felt the air get knocked out of you as he whipped you around onto your back faster than you could understand. Your spine impacted the table and you winced. He had pulled out of you to turn you, and when he forced himself back inside you, that extreme feeling of fullness overwhelmed you. The fat tip and pulsing veins shoved against your g-spot brutally, and you couldn’t even get a breath before your orgasm hit you full force. Your dry throat was hoarse as you let out a strangled cry.
Walker smirked as he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight, and he almost lost control at the sensation. He groaned when your wave of warm cum flooded his cock.
As you twitched and shook, he stared down at you, now having a perfect view of your fucked-out face; all flushed and sweaty. Your blue eyes were heavy and your poor lips were bitten and swollen.
Walker laughed. “Now that’s how you fuck a bitch into her place. Make her fucking brainless…stupid whore.” He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from your high, not caring how sensitive you probably were. You whimpered at the continued onslaught, but stayed still. Stayed good, for him.
Walker brought one of his hands up to your throat and snapped, “Open.” To you.
You stared up in confusion for a moment, which was too long for him. “Your mouth- open your fucking mouth.” Walker squeezed his hand around your throat, tight.
You obliged fast, and parted your lips. Walker smirked wolfishly and spat onto your tongue.
“Swallow.” He commanded you.
You swallowed and stuck your tongue out to show him you had done as he asked, and you saw his eyes grow heavy.
While you thought Walker had already snapped when he had grabbed you and hauled you onto the pool table, you were so clearly wrong. The man seemed to be overtaken by something, as he suddenly regained all energy he had at the start and began fucking you like his life was dependant on it.
His hand left your throat and he grabbed both of your thighs and forced your knees to your chest; your calves hooked over his arms as he hunkered over your body and threw his weight into his thrusts. He was fast and brutal as he lost control and bared down on you.
Your mouth hung open in a silent cry.
Walker bent down and licked into your mouth, and of course you let him.
“Not a fucking noise huh? Even when you’re gettin’ fucked like the bitch you are…fucking hope you can’t get knocked up, kid.” He stopped thrusting for a moment, and ground against you hard. But you obediently stayed still and continued to stare up at him just as he told you to.
“Stupid fuckin’ puppy.” He muttered. “Gonna get bred like a bitch.”
You whimpered as he picked up his pace again.
There was an emptiness in his eyes as he stared down at you as you bounced with each hard thrust. Walker’s thrusts began to grow sloppy and irregular as he began to come undone.
“Don’t you dare spill a drop.” His voice was ragged and tight; the tendons in his neck pulling taut against his flushed skin.
You nodded, and squeezed his cock with your pelvic muscles to help him reach his release. The older man’s cock throbbed inside you; you could practically feel his pulse in your mouth.
Then, he bucked into one more time; so hard your teeth clamped down on your lip and you tasted blood. A gradual warmth filled you as he came. Rope after thick rope of it, he pumped you full; the pulsing tip pushed up against your cervix- threatening to shoot into your womb.
“Take- ah fuck…take it.” He growled, pressing down on you, his face burying into your neck. You panted, trying to breathe at all but his weight made it difficult. Then you felt a sudden pain in your shoulder; Walker bit down on your skin there, digging deep into your flesh to mark you.
As his teeth sank into you, he felt a sudden burst of a sweet iron on his tongue. He had made you bleed. Walker took a sick satisfaction out of it as he stayed nestled inside you.
Your cervix ached. It felt as if it had been punched, and your hips felt brittle. You couldn’t feel your feet, aside from the pins and needles prickling your toes. The feeling of bruises forming all over your hips was begining to register to your body, and you suppressed a whimper.
Just as you had gotten used to the heavy weight of him on you, he finally began to stand up. His eyes were cold, and his mouth sat in a firm line.
You almost thought he might kiss you, but then he looked down at where his cock entered you, and slowly pulled out. An obscene wet noise emitted from you between you, and you felt a gush of wetness as his tip popped out of you. Your thighs soaked with his cum; little rivers of it running down to your knees as you laid limp.
A shiver ran up your spine and down your arms and legs as cold settled into you. Walker watched you, bored, as he tucked himself away into his fatigues and pushed his hair back like nothing had happened. He picked up his gun where he had dropped it beside you too, and put it in its holster with more care than he handled you.
“Fucked out of her god damn mind…” he mused out loud. Walker looked you over slowly, almost like he was glancing over a blueprint or a map: mostly disinterested. Then, he looked down at were there was a stream of his cum coming out of you, and he seemed to think for a second before reaching between your legs and easing two thick fingers inside you despite your mewl of pain. He gathered a scoop of your mixed cum on his rough fingers, and brought it up to your mouth. You opened your lips without thinking, and let him push his fingers down onto your tongue, and you lapped at them to consume the sticky liquid. You didn’t stop until he pulled his hand away and gripped your hair one more time, leaning over your spent form.
“You’d better fucking get up unless you want my boys comin’ over here and gettin’ their fill too.” Came his rumble of a voice in your ear. You stared up at him, and forced your hands under you to push up like he suggested.
You sat up and eased off the table, but when your feet hit the floor, you crumbled. Your body collapsed to the floor in a heap, though you tried to put your weight on your forearms; you winced when you felt the pain in your shoulder from his bite.
Walker shook his head and turned on his heel.
“Shows over, boys.” The older man took a seat back on the couch where he had been, and began talking to Josiah again like he had just left to take a leak.
The room around you seemed to return to normal then, each person returning to what they were doing before you had been thrust up onto the pool table.
You fought to breathe, and you managed to get into your knees when you heard that sound that make your head perk up every time; despite what he did to you.
His whistle for you.
“Cmere, pup.”
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danielcatart · 4 months ago
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the double agent on a mission, pt. 13
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I just did some fun edit of My oc COD.CAT by using screenshot from the Ghost Recon game
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#CODCAT
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neofuturismdump · 1 year ago
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possiblyari · 7 months ago
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Found out breakpoint has a photomode so thought it would be a good way to try out clip studio paint :3
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icontributed · 2 months ago
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Let's have a poll!
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tacticalhimbo · 2 months ago
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WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO... like that. fjalskdjfalskjfldsajfladjf i love toni. also do u like her stealth fit 🧍
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dextraicarus1994 · 1 year ago
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In a mood to share gifs of things I love. Here is some gifs of Sam Fisher from Ghost Recon: Wildlands. If you see close, look that gesture Sam do with his hands when he ends talking with Nomad.🥰🥰🥰🥰 It shows how his body language talks about him: being calm but in a way a bit anxious about have to wait one hour to give Grim the USB. 😁😁😁😁🤣🤣🤣🥰🥰🥰🥰
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aguywhodreams · 1 year ago
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"Nothing is as real as a dream. The world can change around you, but your dream will not. Your life may change, but your dream doesn't have to. Responsibilities need not erase it. Duties need not obscure it." - Tom Clancy
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reddthefett · 3 months ago
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oomf convinced me to play Ghost Recon (2001) and i was immediately enamoured by Scott Ibrahim so i drew him 🫶
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officialboredom · 7 months ago
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Are new Ubisoft games actually selling well and making money? It feels like a lot of their games for years have been not well received and/or get released and forgotten about like immediately.
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pedroam-bang · 1 year ago
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Nidia Flores “La Reina de la Belleza” - Tom Clancy’s Ghost Recon Wildlands (2017)
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