#night duty

[speedilydeepruins]

Just feeling a little jet lagged from night duty. Saw some blossoms in the garden, thought I just play around with them

[kashians]

KaSh AR: Riddhima tries to calm Nana and Manjulika while Armaan provokes her Episode 063 [Part 4-Last Part]

[rightnewshindi]

नाइट ड्यूटी पर गई ट्रेनी डॉक्टर का अर्धनग्न हालत में मिला शव, रेप कर की आशंका; सरकार में मचा हड़कंप

West Bengal News: यूपी बिहार में महिलाओं के साथ हो रही घटनाओं को लेकर लगातार सरकार पर निशाना साधती रही ममता बनर्जी की सरकार में सरकारी अस्पताल में ही दुष्कर्म की घटना होने लगी है। मामला कोलकात्ता से जुड़ा है। जहां नाइट ड्यूटी पर गई ट्रेनी डॉक्टर का अस्पताल के स���मिनार हॉल में अर्द्धनग्न हालत में शव बरामद किया गया है। उसका शव मिलने के बाद सरकार में हड़कंप मच गया है। इस बीच, मुख्यमंत्री ममता बनर्जी…

[simply-ewok]

rolling over, half asleep, in the middle of the night and when you stretch your arm out you end up smacking ghost in the face, and you can’t help but fling yourself back with a loud gasp before realizing it’s just your man, who yet again, snuck inside and cozied up to you without stirring you (bc he hates waking up his baby) bc he was able to come home early and chose to surprise you. and after you relax and begin apologizing for hitting him you hear his low, growly chuckle as he sits up to pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead before mumbling into your sweet smelling hair “it’s all right lovie, di’n’t mean to scare you.”

[temeyes]

hair pulling (extra under the cut!)

you brought this to yourself, soap...

[writingfromasgard]

"She was perfect. The only thing going for me." Simon mumbled, alcohol blazing through his veins as he leaned on Soap.

"She didnae break up wit' ya, mate. She needed tae go feed her dog." Soap snorted.

"I can still smell her perfume, Jawnny." Simon sniffled.

[stargirlrchive]

simon’s all big and tough until he gets home to his lover. his legs feel heavy with each step, and he can’t get to you fast enough. his knees almost buckling at the sight of you lounging in bed, in one of his shirts, book in hand and smiling sleepily at him.

his face tucked into your neck and he has to restrain himself from melting into you as your soft scent fills him. you’re so soft and warm beneath him, and you smell and feel like home.

his tone shifts, grows only the slightest bit whiney when you begin to dote on him. turns into a big ole baby when you start to pamper him with attention :(

[wombywoo]

hungover 😓

[cod-dump]

Gaz: You think snakes can roll their Rs? I mean, look how their tongues move

Soap: Like Alejandro?

Ghost: He's a snake, confirmed

(Meanwhile in Mexico)

Alejandro, waking up from a dead sleep: Someone's talking shit

Rudy, next to him half asleep: Qué?

[gomzdrawfr]

unconventional marriage proposal

redraw from this by @existentialgaybirdnerd

[gothghostiie]

141 seeing reader with a womb tattoo and it sends them out of their minds feral

oh my god yea.

reader just pulls their shirt up to wipe their face in the gym and all the guys see it for the first time and they just go bonkers over it.

ghost is cursing the lucky bastard who got to tattoo it, gaz is imagining cumming all over it, soap wants to lick along every single line and price is thinking how nice it'll look when he makes your belly bulge when he fucks you.

[kaijudick]

"who even is cecil" get real

[kashians]

KaSh AR: Riddhima tries to calm Nana and Manjulika while Armaan provokes her Episode 063 [Part 3]

[lyeofhell]

*taps mic* it’s 2004. you’re at the club, 3 drinks in and grinding on a guy named John to freak-a-leek. he’s got one large hand curled around your throat, and every so often he cranes his neck downwards to press his lips to your temple and whisper how sexy you are. his other hand splays on your plush tummy, moving down with force and pushing, urging you to arch and press your ass against his crotch. and when you do John follows your every sway, his muscled front smushes tightly to your back, and he grinds and grinds and grinds himself against the fat of your ass. you close your eyes and let him move your hips against him as he pleases, blindly reaching a hand backwards to hold onto his nape as he murmurs things like “gorgeous”, “s’fucking perfect”...oh and he’s getting antsy now, a couple eager fingers inching under the hem of your skirt to squeeze the meat of your thigh, and when you twirl your hips just right, a few growls puff against your temple - praise. you want to touch him, need to touch him, and with your other hand, you softly grab onto his wrist. John hears you, squeezes your neck just a little tighter, and starts kissing down your cheek. time is simpler.

[machveil]

Simon comes back from deployment and his roommate, totally platonically of course, got pyjamas with his face on it

SOBBING

you’re so happy with yourself, of course you have photos of Simon on your phone! they’re some of your favorites, groggy with bed head, his handsome mug smiling at you - it was only a matter of time before you printed him on something. you had options, a mug, maybe a blanket, a classic print of him on a shirt. but sweatpants? that felt right, and they feel right too, nice and soft against your legs

Roommate!Simon Riley who comes home on leave, exhausted and ready to crash, but he pauses when he sees you - your smug grin ignored, his eyes glued to your pants. his face plastered every couple centimeters, an absolute shit photo you cropped of him staring dead at your camera. he can’t stop himself from cracking a smile and chuckling

Roommate!Simon Riley who walks up to you, plants a kiss on your forehead before looking at your sweats again, “Missed me tha’ much?”, he huffs, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. his thumbs dipping past the waist band, one fluid motion as he thumbs at the material, “Could ‘ave used a better picture…”, he grumbles, holding back laughter. “This is actually the best photo I have of you, Simon.”, you argue back, delighted laughter leaving you as his hands move up your waist, pulling you into a hug

“Been replaced by a pair a’ pants, ‘ave I?”, he murmurs, voice raspy as his head dips forward, lips pressed to the crown of your head

[temeyes]

john "hip thrust" price