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michellerachel · 1 year
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Today is my official work-versary with Go Ape. 9 years with this company and a lot has changed. But one thing that I’ll always be grateful for is how much this job changed me, and how I’ve grown from the shy, unconfident person I was, to someone who believes in her ability at work and always tries to thrive. #goape #goapetribe #happyanniversary (at Cannock Chase) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3HaamLhIa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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julie-wing · 2 years
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Go Ape Delamere Forest birthday weekend part 2 with the bestie @joxxchan 👭🧗‍♀️🐒🌳 Julaayy.blogspot.com/2022/08/go-ape.html #blog #blogger #blogspot #bloglovin #fblog #fblogger #fitness #fitnessblog #fitnessblogger #liverpool #liverpoolblog #liverpoolblogger #goape #goapedelamere #treetopchallenge #delamereforest #zipline #birthday #mybirthday (at Go Ape Delamere) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch2t-cMs0m8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nekrosmos · 26 days
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Hope this hasn't been done before 😔​✌️​
Twitter | Ko-FI
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morthern · 10 months
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Twunk boutta pounce.
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meowpupp · 4 months
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does owner!price hand you over to soap while you’re in heat 🥹. you’re just too much to handle for him!! he’s getting old, and giving you 4-5 rounds is exhausting, so why not hand you over to simon’s pet?
price and ghost have a mutually beneficial agreement. both of their pups are at the peak of their fertility, and so when heat comes around, there’s only so much they can do. so, they arrange play dates.
it always starts with fighting. both you and soap are so pent up, so tightly wound with energy that as soon as you get your hands on each other, instincts take over.
it’s a tumble of claws and teeth. soap manhandles you to the ground, one hand shoving your face into the floor while the other pulls your panties down. he’s quick to force apart your thighs and shove his face between them. your scent drive him wild, he can’t help but want to devour your pretty cunt.
it’s only once ghost pulls him off, both him and price sick of hearing you whine and cry for cock, that he finally fucks you. soap is rough, his rut clouding his mind. his hips pound down into yours, making your whole body jolt as you slowly turn cockdrunk.
he fucks you till your slick stains the carpet, the rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ of his hips against yours fills the room. he growls in your ear, too far gone for words. he finally has something soft and warm to rut into, his thick cock filling out every inch of your wet cunt.
you go round after round, soft tummy getting more and more pudgy as he fills you with cum. by now, price and ghost have stopped talking. their eyes fix on the web of slick and cum that connect you and soap each time the bigger pup pulls back. the way you drool into the carpet as you whimper, and how soaps tail whips back and forth as he ruins you.
soap is mean, he fucks you like he hates you, rubs your throbbing clit as he chokes you out. he grins as you whimper and babble, crying for your owner. it’s not his fault your body can’t take a proper cock like his, your poor puppy-cunt is used to human cock. he practically splits you in half as he stuffs you with his knott. your cunt cumming around him for the nth time.
price is less than sympathetic, kneeling down infront of you. he brushes your hair back, smirking as he notices just how fucked out you are. soap doesn’t stop as price gently cups your cheeks. “just a couple more rounds, okay pup? don’t want you humping my leg all night again.” he chuckles lowly as you whine, tears streaming down your face as you sob, “cmon, be a good girl n take it. atta girl.”
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fearlessnovember09 · 2 years
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Happy birthday @hannahgrace26 ! Can’t wait to celebrate together next week. I can’t thank you enough for the past couple of months. You’ve been there for me through everything and it means the world. Here’s to more fun, definitely needing more photos and hopefully another Taylor Swift tour 🤞🏼 plenty more bingo and Disney talk too haha! Thank you and I love you, now have the best day with your family ❤️🎈🎂🎉😻🍦🍰🍕🍝🏂🧘🏼‍♀️ #besties #happybirthday #celebrate #cake #needmorephotos #bingo #disney #goape #snowboarding #adventures #italian #sograteful #TaylorSwift https://www.instagram.com/p/CfQpro8j8AS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jlmssg · 1 year
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When will this madness end
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raccoonsockss · 4 months
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happy new years and happy holidays :)
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asteriasgarden · 1 year
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i….? ????? am completely? caught up on soapghost fics.
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what the fuck….what the fuck do i do now?
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The Filler Fics Pt.1
Beach Day Pt.1- Travel
Part 2
TW: Canon divergence, military inaccuracies, mentions of injuries/hospitals Inspired by @shyravenns art Summary: This is the first of many sitcom-style filler fics. Yk, the ones where they go to the beach, or go to the store, etc, etc. I am open to suggestions, as I don't really watch sitcoms, so please comment or request or DM me ideas!! This one is, of course, a beach-day fic that I have spilt into 2 parts. this is the getting there portions, pt.2 will be the beach :) WC:1080
It had been a long few months. The threat of global annihilation, the hunt for Makarov, Soap getting shot, it was just a lot, and they all needed a break.
Price had watched Gaz and Ghost spend night after sleepless night at Soap’s bedside, refusing to do anything until the Scotsman woke up. And he had been right there with them, although Ghost wouldn’t talk to him, the Lt. still pissed that Price’s actions, or rather inactions, may have gotten Soap killed. Price couldn't blame him. It’s not like he hadn’t been fixated on that one moment, mentally berating himself for stopping Soap from killing Makarov in the first place. He would have gotten in a shit-load of trouble for it, but anything would have been better than…well, he didn’t even want to think it.
The team couldn’t take another loss so soon after Roach’s death. Price knew that. Knew that if Soap didn’t make it his team would fall apart. And it would be his fault. 
Thankfully, Soap was alright. He’d woken up a little disoriented, with no recollection of the week leading up to his…head wound. Other than some faint ringing in his ear and occasionally bouts of dizziness, he was alright, much to the relief of his squad members. However tensions were still running high. Just because the Scotsman was awake and talking didn’t mean the very real fear that his friends had felt over the past few weeks had vanished.  
There were nights Price found himself studying Soap, watching the rise and fall of his chest proving he was alive. He’d seen Ghost reach up from his bunk and grab the Scot’s wrist, checking for a pulse after waking from what Price assumed was a nightmare. Things got a little better once Soap didn’t have to wear gauze over the wound anymore, but the scar was still an ugly reminder of what had almost happened.  
Soap was constantly mother-henned now, not allowed to do training, having meals brought to him, never going anywhere by himself. It was starting to piss him off, and Price could see it. Tensions were running high, and it was only a matter of time before someone snapped. 
“Give the boys some time off, time away from the battlefield. Time to recuperate and settle back in. They’ll be okay.” Laswell told him at their bi-weekly meeting they hadn’t had in 3 months. Price booked 4 flights and a week-long stay at a beach-house off the Coast of California that same night.
However, the flight left in 5 hours and he still hadn’t told his men. He moves through the base, heading towards the rec room that he knew they hang out at, hoping they are all in one spot. 
Aaaaand bingo!
 Ghost is sprawled out on the couch, Soap sitting on the floor, leaning against his thigh, with Gaz in the armchair opposite, watching some stupid show on the little TV they have. Price can’t help but stare at the long, inch wide streak where Soap’s hair hadn’t quite grown back, a grim reminder of how close he came to losing one of his men. His eyes are drawn from Soap's skull by Gaz’s laughter, the man's head tilted back, shoulders shaking at something that was said on the T.V. 
The show cuts to commercial, and Price figures it’s as good a time as any to cut in. 
“Alright boys, pack your bags. We’re going stateside.” All three of them look up at Price in varying degrees of confusion, “Laswell decided after Soap's near-death experience we all needed a little R&R, so we’re heading to the beach.” 
“Ah’ll finally get tae see that ‘impeccable bronze’, eh Lt?” Soap nudges Ghost, a grin splitting his face.
“We’ll see Johnny.” 
“The beach, captain?” 
“Yes Gaz, the beach. You got complaints, go talk to Laswell.” 
“Hey, no complaints here sir! Just makin’ sure.”
“Good. Because we leave in an hour so you don’t have time to complain anyway.” 
“An hour??”
“No time f’r y’r beauty regime, Gaz.” 
“Ah shaddup, just cause you’re jel-”
“Boys! Get to going!” 
“Aye sir!” Price shakes his head as he watches them file out, Gaz and Ghost subconsciously sandwiching Soap in between them. The Scot shoves Gaz, his shoulders shaking as the shorter man lets out an angry squawk.  Things have been tense, sure, but he can’t help his smile as his boys walk off, alive and well. 
Ghost hates flying. Well, sort of. Military transport ain’t bad in his opinion, but when he has to fly commercial? With civilians? And screaming babies? He hates it. Hates it hates it hates it. 
He's dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, a black surgical mask adorning his face. HE may have gotten comfortable with his team seeing his face, but the rest of the pubic had not lived through numerous near death experiences alongside him, and thus did not get that honor. Covid had at least helped with the stares, nowadays no one really batted an eyes at him, which did, surprisingly, ease his discomfort.
He shifts in line, sandwiched between Gaz and Soap as they wait to board. Soap is turned slightly, placing the scar on the side of his head directly in Ghost's line of sight. Gods he wishes he could look anywhere else. But its to no avail. No matter how many time Johnny had reassured him he was 'okay', Ghost couldn't get the image of his teammate, his brother-in-arms, his friend unconscious in his own blood, out of his head. He just couldn't.
Yeah, sure, he should have told the court-mandated therapist about that, but the she wouldn't have signed off on him going back to service and then where would he be? That right, no-
"Ghost!" He's snapped out of his reverie by Price, who is giving him the look. Whatever. Price should know by now that he wasn't gonna spill his guts to anyone, much less someone with the power to kick him off the team.
He hands his ticket to the attendant, mumbling a 'thank yo' before following along after Johnny, hands shoved in his pockets. Johnny takes the window seat, so he takes the aisle, condemning Gaz to the middle. Besides, he was the only one that would fit there anyways.
The plane takes off and, as if on cue, a baby starts screaming in the front. Ghost sighs and slouches in his seat. This was going to be a looooong flight.
Let me know what you think:))
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samethstarrart · 1 year
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michellerachel · 1 year
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Beautiful sky at work tonight 🥰 #goape #goapecannock #goapetribe #sunset #cannockchase #redsky #bestjob (at Cannock Chase) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoS1SQBrCMW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jadeseadragon · 2 months
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@lallangoappench
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nekrosmos · 1 month
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I'm going insane at this interaction I just got in Plunder
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cock-off-the-rock · 1 year
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New headcannon
Soap has such exaggerated facial expressions that Ghost doesn’t even need to say how he’s feeling cause Soap usually says it for him with a single expression.
Autism Solidarity
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meowpupp · 3 months
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I can’t stop thinking about pup-soap getting muzzled for his play date with puppy-girl reader because he was to rough with her last time :(( he would be so whiny and sad but at this point he’d be lucky to be let off his leash
GAGGED
price who's so mean to johnny. he can't stand how teary you are after each session with the hybrid, poor body covered in dark hickies and bites. after all, you're his. even gaz isn't allowed to mark the soft fat of your body, so why would johnny?
so the next time johnny comes over, he's muzzled. a large, steel cage securely fastened to his face, jutting out almost two inches. he cant even kiss you! poor boy whining clawing at your plush body, desperate to have you close. his ears are all droopy, pouting as he tries to nuzzle your neck.
even when he's deep inside your little cunt, he's barely given any freedom. two of simon's thick fingers looping under his collar, ready to pull him away from you at a moment's notice.
the cold metal of johnny's muzzle nudges against your cheek, desperate to get close, arms wrapping around you, pulling your body as close as possible, lifting your hips to meet his. he's lost in your sweet cunt, body shuddering at the feeling of your walls hugging him. his hips slam against yours, claws digging into the fat of your hips, denying you even an inch of space.
his eyes are trained on your tits, watching them bounce with each harsh thrust. the poor pup is practically salivating, teeth gritting as he presses the muzzle against your sternum. he's almost tearing up, so desperate to be able to sink his teeth into your soft body, drooling against you.
but simon and price are so mean, the moment you finish cumming on his cock, simon yanks him back. his owner shushes him, his hand wrapping around johnny's cock, grip too tight and fast. his cock throbs, twitching as he cums all over your pudgy tummy, almost crying as he's denied your sweet little cunt, again.
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