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crystalskiesandcherrywine · 2 months

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The way you say my name

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x female!Reader

Its pure smut and since its about Feyd, there are some warnings: he is not so gentle. There is desire on both sides and it ends up getting in the praise kink/forced orgasm territory.

Summary: Your planet has brought magic into the galaxy - a source of new spice- and upended the political status quo. You are the sole heiress of your house and the emperor decided that the best way to protect your family's survival is to betroth you to the most enigmatic but violent fighter in the known universe: Na Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, dangerously seductive and very intrigued by you …

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one shot ( for now)

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Your whole body was tense, filled with anticipation and nervousness. You noticed your fingers were unconsciously playing with your belt again, and with effort you made yourself refrain from doing so. It was not your first time in the Emperor's court, nor was it your first state reception. Still, it was the first time you had set foot on Kaitain since the new spice was discovered on your planet. Something that had been considered impossible for millennia and that would shake the existing power structures in the Landsraat and the entire known universe. From an insignificant house on a planet beyond Orion, blessed with centuries of stability because of it, your family has been catapulted into a position of a central political player. Your fate, albeit a small piece of a power play against the backdrop the these developments. "Our task is greater than ourselves. Our fears, smaller." The mantra that helped you hold a steady course. You relax your shoulders and notice how your back straightens.

At that moment, a festively dressed servant entered the room to announce Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and his nephews arrival. Even though you had been prepared for this encounter, the sight was a shock to her. At the first glance he is less imposing then Rabban, who moved into the room like a mountain of muscle and leather uniform. But there is a slow and steady menace in the way he carries himself. His demeanor, both elegant and commanding, reminded you of a marble statue brought to life; his skin almost seemed to illuminate the room, a contrast stark against the dim flicker of torches.

If he had eyebrows, he would certainly have raised one a little crookedly by now. But as it was, his ice-blue eyes suddenly started at you, and you sensed a hardness in his entire demeanor that you weren't used to at home and whose traces you might have felt in her upbringing with Bene Gesserit, but which had always been wrapped in a velvet glove. But power, violence and strength were clear to see in this man. The reason why the Emperor wants to make him your husband - the only one who can apparently guarantee the safety of your planet. He was not used to having to hide his true character. And that is exactly what you would make his downfall.

The formalities dragged on endlessly, time seems to slow down under his gaze. He cannot comprehend you, the strangeness of your features, the luxuriant curls of your hair falling over your shoulders in an elegant half updo, the waves of burgundy silk of your cloak adorning your shoulders, your dress of the same silk and lace - how can anyone appear so vulnerable and exposed? Especially one who holds the key to the most coveted of secrets - a new spice, as powerful as the one exported from Arrakis, but with fewer dangers, Fremen rebellions and more sustainable methods of harvesting. Only this thin fabric separates you from him, something his knife could shred in seconds. He notices that your eyes have left his and are now focused on his hand, gripping the blade at his waist so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He unclenches his hand and offers it to you, bowing slightly.

"My lady, would you allow me to escort you?"

You place your hand on his and he almost jerks back, surprised by its warmth.

"A mere twist of nature, I tend to forget how shocking it must be to someone not from my home. Our temperature has evolved to be slightly higher than the average, so that when the temperature drops at night, we never fall below a certain threshold".

He listens to you as you walk down the hall towards the banquet room, taking in your voice, the slight swish of your gown on the floor, the click of the delicate gold chains around your neck disappearing into the modest cut of your dress.

His thoughts oscillate between genuine intrigue with you and your planet, both of which he will soon call his, and a burning desire to test your seemingly obvious fragility, to see how many times he can take you before you beg for mercy, how many bites into your skin will make you whimper, how many slaps on your ass will bring you to your knees regretting whatever misdeed you may have done. You can see his hunger, thinly veiled by manners, and you are sure that he is not accusing you in front of everyone for being in the Emperor's house and not on Giedi Prime. He seems so lost in thought that you have to repeat your question.

"Are you all right, Na Baron? Is something wrong? My conversational skills must be truly dull to bore you so".

He seems to come back to the present, his eyes resting on yours again, the colour of pure blue, like a deep frozen mountain lake. You look down, and just as he finds his voice, the Emperor rises to end the banquet.

"Then I shall bid you good night. If you wish, join me in the botanical garden tomorrow before noon. Perhaps my conversation skills will have improved by then".

He nods and stands to pull out your chair, taking the opportunity to let his fingers slide down your spine through your dress as he moves the chair to the side. He will join you tomorrow alright.

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The sun flickers through the canopy of trees above you, leaving a mosaic of shadows on the small, flat cobblestones of the path. You have your hair in a braid that sits like a halo around your head, your arms bare in the sun, dressed in a light linen top and form-fitting trousers that allow for more movement as you tend to the plants. The small patch in front of you is half empty, with small plants dug up. Their purple roots are gnarled and wobbly, while the vines are the darkest shade of green. A tiny bead of sweat clings to your eyebrow, and you pull off your glove to remove it.

"Is this how my intended likes to spend her time?" His voice behind you, rough and deep. You are startled and drop the glove. He picks it up and holds it out to you, looking straight into your eyes again.

"Thank you. Sometimes I do," you give him an open smile and take the glove back from him, he holds it for a second longer than necessary, seemingly puzzled by your open expression once again. "These plants are from my home, the Emperor tries his best to cultivate them here, but we cannot figure out why they do not develop as they should," you look up at him, his gaze still unmoved from your face.

"Am I boring you again, Na Baron?"

"Not at all," his tongue moves over his lush lips, brushing his cupid's bow.

"Well then, these tiny plants are one of the main factors in the production of the new spice. Their sap is..." You take a small knife from the box beside you and just as you cut into one of the roots, your hand slips and a red streak of blood appears on your left hand. In an instant, a small trail of red drips down your palm and onto the light stones at your feet.

His eye darkens as he grabs your post, ignoring the plant in the flower bed, and brings the injured hand to his lips. A shower passes through you, his tongue brushing your skin, electrifying.

"You should be more careful, my lady."

His voice almost a growl, his soft and plush lips sucking lightly at your skin, leaving a red mark around them.

"Yes, I should, Feyd," you are not sure if calling him by his name was a familiarity you allowed yourself too soon, but his reaction proves you wrong. His arms are wrapped around your waist, his face inches from yours. You feel your breath mix, his scent sweet and musky around you.

"Say my name again" There is no politeness to hide his hunger now.

"Feyd..." An almost unbearable exhalation is all you can manage. And with that, he closes the gap between you and descends on your lips, devouring you. His kiss tastes slightly metallic as you taste your blood on his lips, his tongue touching your teeth, demanding entry. You give in, melting into his ministrations, your hands unable to stay still, reaching for his neck, nails digging into the porcelain skin, he almost Monas into the kiss, his hands clawing at your bottom, gripping the flesh in an iron grip. You make a small sound that seems to be all he has been waiting for. Leaving your swollen lips, his attack continues in your jaw and neck, leaving small marks. You feel his arrousal pressing against you and your right hand lets go of his throat and slides over the leather in a rhythmic motion. Before you can think how you can take so much, his size is obvious even fully clothed, he grabs the knife from before and cuts open your top, not bothering with the buttons, leaving your chest exposed to him. His mouth travels to your nipples, his tongue dancing around them before his mouth closes on them and his other hands pinch the other hard. You moan, the pain delicious and unexpected, making you arch even more towards him. He unties the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare to him. A drop of your wetness makes its way from your core along your inner thigh as you melt in his arms. His hand wanders deeper along your hipbones and thighs and as he catches the drop his predatory smile becomes a grin.

„My lady seems to be enjoying herself... Kneel down".

You obey, the hard floor hurting your knees almost immediately. He pulls his swollen cock out of his trousers and strokes the head along your lips. You open your mouth and begin to lick his shaft with broad strokes, sucking the tip in and letting it fall from your mouth with a wet plop. He watches your every move and pushes a lock of hair that has come loose from your braid out of your face.

"Yes, that's a good girl, keep going."

Spurred on by the praise, you redouble your efforts, disregarding the discomfort of kneeling on the pavement and look up at him to find him completely mesmerised. He cannot believe how willingly you give yourself to him, without reservation. He feels as if he has found something sacred, something so precious and wild that he cannot imagine ever getting enough of it. He steadies your neck and finds his own rhythm, fucking your throat hard, the gurgling sound coming from you like music to his ears, you are struggling for air but he is relentless, filling you with his cum until you swallow every last drop. Your eyes almost in tears, you try to catch your breath, but Feyd has other plans as he helps you to your feet and lays you down on the patch of fresh earth. He spreads your legs and caresses your core. The pain seems to dissolve into a sea of pleasure, leaving you disoriented and greedy, your hands pressing the back of his head into your cunt. He moans in approval, sending more delicious vibrations through your cleat and as his tongue fins you entrance, you lose yourself in the orgasm, chanting his name with more earnestness than any prayer that was ever to leave your lips.

He looks up at you and just when you think you are going to get a break from his ministrations, he pauses only to strip, his leather overalls falling to the floor and revealing his muscles. He grasps your hips and you spread your legs even wider, giving him an unobstructed view of you and your pulsating cunt.

"So ready to take me, my lady, so ready for my cock to fill you," he smiles, aligning himself with your entrance and thrusting in at once. His cock, thick and throbbing, disappears inside you as you continue to chant his name. He rams into you with abandon, his head touching your wall as his hands wander from your hips to your breasts, kneading them, whipping you into the frenzy of the second high, spasming even harder around his cock.

"I think you can come again for me, my Na Baroness," he whispers in your ear as he lowers himself over you, one hand loving your breasts to study himself on the floor, the fingers of the other circling your clit. You moan, overstimulated and hot, writhing under his touch.

"I know you can do it," he continues, not slowing down, and he is right as you cum again, this time sending him over the edge, his movements becoming ragged as his seed fills you. As your both breathing calms, you look into his eyes again and you know he is a goner, lost to the magic of your touch and how your desires dance together.

#feyd rautha #feyd rautha imagine #dune part ii #feyd x reader #feyd smut #feyd x you #dune movie #arranged marriage #shameless smut #feyd oneshot #feyd rautha harkonnen #house harkonnen #dune part 2 #feyd rautha x reader #fem reader #reader insert #x reader #x female reader #praise k!nk

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fluloa · 1 year

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WET | jake sully x reader [mini series pt. 1]

“Again.”

You grunt, arms tired and soar, and you feel like crying. Sometimes— no, all the time, you wished that anyone else was your teacher instead of Jake. Who cares if he was once a human as well? He hasn't been one in years and if you were honest, he's more harsher than the actual natives. You've heard that when he was a younger na'vi, he was a bit of a troublemaker. Which is why you're so confused as to why he always has a stick up his fucking ass with you.

Some of your braids fall in front of your face as you look down, shoulders sinking, "But—"

"No buts," Jake sterns, gripping at your forearm and shoving it upwards to which you whine at, "arms up."

With a whimper, you stretch out the bow, back twinging in pain as the dips of your fingers sting. Jake moves, eyeing you from a different angle before gliding behind you. He surprises you when he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you yelp out. His grip is hard.

"Your back needs to be straight like this." He teaches, demonstrating your now straightened back that is pushed up against his torso. "Not hunched over like this," he pushes your shoulder forward, setting your back into the position you were before.

The thing was, Jake had a very physical type of communication. Something that annoyed you and gave you a shameful amount of pleasure at the same time.

"Otherwise, the strength in your pullback is weakened." He steps back with a click of his tongue, "thought you already learned that, girl."

That nickname again. God, you didn't know why, but it did something to you. Made something swirl hot in the pit of your stomach. Just the deep husk of his voice brewing out the word—

You blink, a quick shake of your head and a flick of your tail and you can feel his gaze burn into your head.

"What is it?"

You turn to him, analysing the look on his face and it's something that you can't put your finger on. You hope it isn't disappointment. You clear your throat, "what is what?"

His eyebrows crease together into a frown before they raise against his forehead. "You're unfocused. Distracted. Like you've got something on your mind."

"I don't," you say, scratching an itchy place on your arm as you try your best to keep your face plain.

"You do. Spit it out," he demands, folding his arms and you can't help but let your eyes flicker to the thick bulge of them. He catches the motion. His eyebrows raise again, but this time it's for a different reason. He circles you again, but this time, it's for a different reason. "You look flustered," he comments, and you swear you see the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

"I'm not," you rush, eyes widened and heart picking up a hundred times pace.

Jake stops behind you again, tilting his head as you eye him from the side. The warmth of his breath fans against your neck. "You are." He whispers, his tone low and it sends goosebumps through your body. "What? You need a release?"

He says it so casually that it makes you almost choke on your own spit.

"I don't understand, sir." You feel heat rise to your cheeks, head spinning as you try and contemplate what he had just said.

"Not that much to understand. A release is a release." He shrugs, "Not that hard to give it to you. Just gotta tell me if you want it."

Your body is hot. Like, really hot. You feel like you'll explode in any second, and you're not sure if it's in a good or a bad way. You finally meekly turn your head around to see him staring down at you, his eyes relaxed with his jaw set loose. It's intimidating. He really thinks this is normal. You let your eyes slip, flicking to the sweet curve of his lips and that's when he knows.

He pushes you to the closest tree with his hand gripped at your upper arm, and it’s like you’re entranced to just let him do it. Your back hits the tree, its rough bark spiking your skin. You feel the urge to sink your head down into its trunk when Jake leans over, scooping his fingers under your hair and cupping your neck. He pulls you up, sealing his lips to yours and you’re almost rising on your toes from his grip. His other hand glides to support the side of your thigh, fingers rough as they dig into the plush of your skin and never relax. His lips are smooth, melting against yours when he slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s the opposite of chaste as he molds you with the skilful flick of his tongue, holding the back of your head with a heavy hand and beginning to rub gentle circles with his fingers on your thigh.

It’s enough to have the hot swirl spend in your stomach, enough to have you panting and wanting more. Your hands finally pick up enough courage to place them on his shoulders, not without the jitter of your fingers and you can feel a quiet scoff come from him. Dickhead. He probably thinks this is some kind of game, that you’re just a little piece of entertainment for him to end the day. Your thoughts crumble when he suddenly pushes your thigh up, jutting you against him as he wraps your leg around his waist.

His hand finds your lower stomach, resting there for a moment as his fingers curl against your small pouch. Then, his hand slips down, catches onto the mangy material of your loincloth, and he finally breaks your mouth from his. A string of saliva thins and sticks to the bottom of your lip, your chest rising quickly and your breath uneven.

He wipes it for you with the flat of his thumb, then dips it into his own mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat between your thighs begin to moisture. With his eyes still on you, his fingers dive, picking up the front of your loincloth and flipping it to sit at your thigh. Your connected gaze breaks when his eyes flicker to your lower body, a glimpse of his eyes twitching wide for a second and you feel a wave of embarrassment creep over you.

“Fuck, isn’t that a pretty little sight.” He mutters, then looking at your loin cloth, then back up to you. “Take it off.”

You lay there for a second, heart racing and cheeks warm. He snaps you into action when his head tilts, an action you’ve come to learn as ‘did you not just hear what I said or do I have to make you hear it?’

Finally, the loincloth falls loose, sliding down your hips and onto the ground. Immediately, his thumb is on your clit, circling the bud teasingly and painfully slow. His other hand holds your hip, keeping you comfy in between the tree and himself. He watches you with curious eyes, catching the way your breath hitches and the way your lips fall split.

Two fingers lather down your split, feathering at your folds and experimentally teasing around your entrance. “You always get this wet?” He breathily asks, and you can’t tell if the question is out of proper impressment or just plain teasing. When he doesn’t see you answering, his fingers at your jaw, a lean in with his head. His lips are a centimetre away from yours as he frowns, “I asked you a question.”

You gulp, and a whine breaks from your throat when he presses down onto your clit. “I don’t know…”

He pinches your clit. You jump in his grasp. “Fi—Fine! No.”

He gives a slow kiss to the dip of your neck, flicking at your clit lazily and it makes your thighs fucking tremble. His middle and ring fingers ghost over your pulsing entrance, and you wonder why this man is such a tease. “Tell me you want it,” he mumbles.

His teeth sneak past his lips to nip at your skin, pulling on it gently with his tongue sponging out as well. You knew a hickey was on its way.

“Come on, I want to hear it.” Jake encourages, a hard roll to your clit that has your eyes rolling back with it. He bites down into your neck, a gasp flying from you when you feel his fangs dig into your skin. “Don’t make me force it outta ya,” he warns, the dark edge to his voice dampening his fingers with your running slick.

“Yes, I… I want it,” you whisper. The girth of his two middle fingers slip into your cunt smooth and you can’t help but groan. You stretch out and around him, and a small smile twitches across Jake’s face.

He whistles low and quiet, “Look at the way you suck me in,” he almost says to himself, eyeing the way his blue fingers dissolve into you. He starts moving them in and out gently, to which you gasp loud at. A quiet, taunting laugh is heard from above you. “That’s right.”

His fingers are long and thick, and you can feel the many callouses imprinted on them as they drag along your walls. The moment of gentle is gone when Jake picks up the pace, digging his thumb into your clit. Your back arches, hands digging into his shoulders before falling to the muscle of his arms.

The speed becomes into a ferocious one. It’s rough and unforgiving, like he’s trying to reach deep inside of you and pull something out. The hand on your hip shifts, to speed past your top and press down hard onto your right boob. He squeezes it, rolling the nipple in between the gap of his two fingers. Your breathing gets stuck inside your throat as you choke out a whimper. “Jake—“

“Quit whining.” Jake snaps, then a quick pinch to your nipple. “Take it.”

His fingers curl inside of you, make your body jolt and a hot lick of fire whip through your belly. His palm replaces his thumb on your clit, the length of his fingers jammed full into your cunt as the tough layer of skin of his palm rubs against it. Your hips jerk against him, the grip on his arms tight like if you let go, you'll die.

You let out a tiny moan, and Jake grips at your jaw again, his finger playing at the bottom of your lip before pulling it open, having your mouth in an O shape. "Don't hold back on those noises now, girl."

The band in your stomach tightens, a hard pull to your body and your head slumps against the tree. You can feel its tiny flecks of wood dig into your scalp, but you don't care because all you can focus on is Jake's fingers, moving in and out of you in such a pace, you could catch fire. Now you understand what he's trying to pull out of you, and it's not in a nice way. The release. Like once he gets his hands on it, he'll rip it out.

And he does. You feel your vision fall blurry when your orgasm, the release, crashes through you, rocking your body hard. You cry out, voice cracking into pieces. His fingers keep working up into you, helping you through your high as you regain sensibility. Everything is silent, except for your ragged breathing. You finally blink up at him. He blinks down at you. He pulls his fingers leisurely out of you, the cool of the night's air hitting your bare cunt. He looks down at his soaked fingers before dipping them into his mouth, tongue flatting against them and sucking them clean. You can't read his face.

He puts you back down onto the ground, your knees wobbly and you'd fall over if it weren't for the tree pressed up against your back at the moment. Jake's eyebrows raise slightly.

"Better?" He asks, and before you can respond he's walking away, the leaves underneath his feet making a crushing noise. You're left with only your timid breath, as your loincloth lays messy around your toes.

here’s part two bc yall were THIRSTY. ur welcome alien fuckers💙

#jake sully smut #jake sully #avatar the way of water #jake sully x reader #avatar 2 #love me some blue alien himbo thick dick #except it’s not really dick just fingers #jakes fingers are fucking magical #dilf jake sully #avatar 2 jake sully #he is so slept on in avatar 2 #smut #shameless smut #tbh

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ozzgin · 4 months

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I looveee the Monsters x Heartbreaker reader. Especially how reader is a b**ch.

So what about a motherly reader with the monsters? I do love to give those monsters an awakening breeding kink and future family when they meet motherly reader lmao

TW: monster smut, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

I think it definitely adds another layer of possessiveness. Reader is not only a player, but also a caring Darling who just happens to be hornier than the average person. So she will lovingly accept the courting of any monster, with a lot of preparation and plenty of aftercare.

The realization doesn't immediately settle in. Obviously they've never dealt with a human before, so pregnancy is borderline ridiculous and out of the question. The monsters just follow their instincts and filling Reader with their seed is merely a kinky finale to their play.

And then it happens. Maybe it's a pregnancy scare, maybe more knowledge comes to light, but the important conclusion is that Reader can indeed be bred. It's the ultimate way to mark their territory and permanently brand her as theirs. What better way to say "She's mine" than turning her into the mother of their children? Bite marks, scratches, rough handling, they all go away with time. This is permanent.

Except, you know, this flawless logic implies there's not a horde of suitors waiting for their turn. "You're all mine", but multiply it by Lord knows how much. Yet, regardless of the reasoning, the urge prevails. No rational approach would convince the beasts in heat that they should take a step back. Even the ancient, all-knowing eldritch creature is clouded by tremendous jealousy at the idea that some other pathetic brute would gain the upper hand with Reader. Absolutely not.

It's a terribly crass way of putting it, but once this desire develops within the monsters, Reader will be dripping every step of the day. Whatever was happening under the sheets before has now turned into who can fill Reader up the most.

*insert multiple gas pumps meme*

(Ah, yes, that's where the Breeding Olympics from the previous ask come in. I almost forgot. Naturally, only the best of the best may have the chance to procreate with the one and only human of their realm. Funded by the Mayor of Monstertown, the historical event will ensure that Reader doesn't waste her time - and birthing resources - with anything less than elite.)

#absolutely shameless #group therapy next door in 2 hours #yandere monsters #yandere #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #yandere x reader #monster smut #monster boyfriend #tw breeding kink

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heymacy · 2 months

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IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

#happy world bipolar day to all my bp babies #(more thoughts at the end of the tags)#shameless #shamelessnet #shamelessedit #ian gallagher #cameron monaghan #*macygifs #bipolar disorder #hello pals how are we doin #i made this gif set in july of 2023 and never posted it because 1) i was terrified to share it and potentially see Bad Takes in the tags #and 2) because my hyperfixation was waning. and while both of those things are still mostly true (the fixation comes and goes)#i feel like it's really important to share as ian's bipolar storyline was not only so vital to his character it was a bit of representation #that isn't often given to the disorder and those (like myself) who live with it every single day #world bipolar day is a day where we can both celebrate ourselves and our resilience and also raise awareness of the reality of the disorder #which is both terrifying and beautiful at its core. this disease is not a death sentence or a sentence to an unfulfilled and miserable life #while there are challenges galore when it comes to balancing life with this disorder it IS possible to live a full and productive life #and i think it's really important to have representation of that in media - and while shameless dropped the ball on a LOT of storylines #over the years THIS is the one they really fucking nailed and i am incredibly grateful #i first started watching shameless while in the midst of a major depressive episode and i was later (finally) diagnosed during an extended #hypo/manic episode - this show and ian's storyline got me through so much and made me feel so seen and validated in my struggles #world bipolar day is also vincent van gogh's birthday (happy birthday buddy) who was posthumously diagnosed with bipolar disorder #and who experienced both depressive and hypo/manic episodes during his lifetime (and was regularly institutionalized)#it takes a lot of help and support to keep us going. it takes the support of our family and friends and *most* of all #it takes patience and kindness and understanding - which is so so so easy to give if you are willing to love and listen #so please. be willing. listen to our stories. be patient with us. show us love without conditions. support us in any way you can.#we are worth it #i promise #anyway. that's really all i wanted to say. happy world bipolar day to those who celebrate (me) and may all of us living with this disorder #go on to live happy fulfilling beautiful magical lives

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texaschainsawmascara · 1 year

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for the ones who don’t have great sibling relationships all those other posts talk about

Clive Baker / Succession / Joshua A. Krisch / Cain Kills Abel / Natalie Diaz / Shameless / Richard Siken / Sharp Objects x / Jenny Han / The Other Boleyn Girl / Jane Mersky Leder / The Haunting of Hill House x / Succession x2 / Silver Linings Playbook / Boy Meets World / Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 / Ginger Snaps / Scream 4

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mickeym4ndy · 1 month

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it lingers and claws you when you’re down

#Mickey milkovich #shameless #shameless us #shamelessedit #mickey milkovich edit #terry milkovich #this song is worth 2 edits for him #Sam fender lyrics #seventeen going under #Noel fisher #my stuff

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lakemojave · 1 month

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Tonight at 4pm Pacific: HADES TWOOOOO!!!

Well, well, well, well, well. Look who finally got access to the technical test. We are going into what may be my most anticipated release of this year, the sequel to the game that really kicked off my twitch channel in the first place, the first ever sequel from my favorite games studio. THE RULES OF HADES 2 DRUNK MODE ARE SIMPLE: DRINK WHEN WE WIN, DRINK WHEN WE DIE. See y'all then!

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#hades #hades 2 #supergiant tag #twitch #stream #shameless plugging

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bby-deerling · 7 months

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counting coins: law x reader

can be read as platonic, very self indulgent (i collect coins and am an unemployed chemist and simply wish law would take me to sea with him) wc 1.3k

While you had heard whispers that the Heart Pirates were spending some time on your island, the last person you expected to see on your trip to the local coin shop was Trafalgar Law. You had seen his bounty poster plenty of times before—his goofy bucket hat and cocky smirk were plastered on just about every public surface in town—but something about the Surgeon of Death seemed far less intimidating in the flesh as he precisely ran his tattooed fingers through the stacks of coins sealed in cardboard holders, occasionally pulling one out to examine it.

Trying not to stare, you started making your way towards the opposite side of the store to parse through coins of your own. However, it soon became clear that if you wanted to hunt through the store’s supply of antique commemorative silver dollars, you would have to breach the tall, tanned man’s personal space.

Quietly slipping into the space between him and the wall, you began searching in vain for your target—a coin from a specific year and mint that was struck erroneously with high relief on the eyes. Turning up empty, you observe the surgeon settling on a coin of his own: a different misprint coin that you already had in your collection that made the figure on the head of the coin look like he had long rabbit-like teeth. Being nosy, you looked at the label on the cardboard casing surround the coin; the grading was iffy enough to justify haggling, and the price was far too high.

“You better not pay that much for that.” you whispered. He tried to hide the fact that he was slightly startled, but you were too close together to miss the shudder in his shoulders.

“Wasn’t planning on it. I’ll find it somewhere else.” he replied, taking the opportunity to look you over, eyes softening slightly once he realizes you’re likely not a threat, and then widening as you slip the coin out from between his fingers.

“Let me handle it.” you whispered, taking it up to the front of the store and flashing a large smile to the older gentlemen behind the counter.

“I’m interested in this coin, but I just wanted to make sure it was labeled correctly! It’s marked AU, but the details in the hair aren’t there to justify it. Even calling it Extra Fine might be a stretch…” you said, pointing at the page in your pocket-sized coin grading book.

Law grits his teeth and prepares to cut his losses and slink out the door as one of the men begins to laugh boisterously, before being taken aback by the man’s next words.

“Are you trying to rip the poor girl off?” he asks his coworker, causing the man you were speaking with originally to flush red with embarrassment. “Sorry about the bad label sweetheart, it’s yours for 500 berries.” You beam and hand over the berries, profusely thanking them in the process while Law tries to keep his jaw from dropping on the floor. He knew damn well that you had to have nitpicked the coin to hell in order to call it Extra Fine, let alone snag it for a third of its usual asking price. Law expects you to smirk at him as you pass by and exit the store, but the smile you give him is innocent and genuine. He waits a few moments after you leave before going after you and is relieved to find you hadn’t run off and were waiting on a bench outside for him. As he approaches you, you make a peace sign at him, catching him slightly off guard.

“Here you go!” you exclaim standing up and, placing the coin in his palm. He reaches in his pocket to attempt to pay you back but you shake your head.

“You don’t have to, the price I paid for that was borderline thievery.” you say.

“I’m impressed.” Law replies, still offering you the berries despite your protests. Your cheeks turn pink as you continue to refuse payment, saying you were simply happy to help him out since you already had one in your collection. Law pauses for a moment, gazing at you intensely, causing a sheepish grin to break out on your face.

“I heard there’s a bookstore with a café inside down the street. Let me buy you a drink and we’ll call it even.”

“I’d love that, I need to pick up something new to read anyways.”

Law smirks as you both begin to walk towards the café and you ramble about a novel you’ve just finished, admiring the dusting of pink on your cheeks.

“You on the hunt for anything in particular?” you ask after ordering your drink, trying to mentally guess what types of books the pirate captain enjoys most before he responds.

“Organic chemistry textbooks. I need to brush up so I can replenish the medicine stock on my submarine.” Something behind your eyes lights up at the mention of the subject.

“Don’t waste your beri, I’ve got a ton at home! I’m more of a spectroscopist myself, but I studied organic synthesis for a few years…” you said, explaining your studies to Law as he listened intently.

“It’s just a bit difficult to find a job around here; there’s no real industry built up, and I can’t afford to sail anywhere else, so I’ve been selling my paintings to scrape by.” you finished, voice taking a slight downturn at the mention of your current career state.

“How much biochemistry experience do you have?” he asks you, sipping on his drink.

“The basics, I need to brush up on some of the more complicated metabolic pathways though.” you reply.

“Experience making bulk quantities of solution?”

“Tons.”

“How are you in small, dark spaces?”

“I seek them out.”

“For weeks at a time?”

“I’d be fine as long as I’m not completely alone.”

Law examines you for a moment, looking for any signs on your face that you were misrepresenting your own abilities, but found none.

“Trust me, you’ll wish you were alone after a few days.” he joked dryly. He loved his crew dearly, but he wanted to make sure you were adequately warned about life on the Polar Tang before asking you the question that lingered on the tip of his tongue. Law gulps down the rest of his coffee before speaking again.

“If you’re interested, I’d like to invite you to join my crew. I need a chemist to help me out and relieve some of my workload. The hours are long, the conditions are abysmal, and the sea is dangerous. The pay is good at some times and horrible at others, but you’ll always have three square meals. You’d spend most of your time either working with me or alone in the lab, but there’s twenty of us in total on the ship; you can meet them first before deciding if that’s what you’d like.”

You were flattered, and a bit taken aback by the offer. Piracy had never been on your radar, but the opportunity to travel the world and learn a ridiculous amount of medicinal chemistry in a hands-on environment was calling to you like a siren’s song.

“I’ll have to buy some water-based oil paints. Traditional ones give off too many fumes to use in a submarine.” you say with a smile, and you notice Law relaxes just the tiniest bit. “I’m very interested, but I would like to meet the crew first, just to be sure.”

Law writes down the name of the bar and tells you to pack your things and meet them that night, and assures you if you were to change your mind there would be no hard feelings. However, he couldn’t hide the relief he felt and the smile that crept across his face later that night when you fit in so well that Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo plead you to come along, leading the rest of the crew in a chant of “Please stay! Please stay! Please stay!”, followed by a cheer when you agree.

#one piece x reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n #law x you #bonus points if you know which irl coins im referring to #i converted the current going prices of that coin to beri for extra accuracy i am such a shameless nerd #i'm planning on doing a part 2 for this

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takemymora · 18 days

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#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanart #red dead redemption fanart #dutch van der linde #rdr2 hosea #dutch x hosea #rdr #red dead redemption #hosea matthews #vandermatthews #somewhat shameless excuse to draw rdr1 dutch

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elliesmistress · 2 months

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THIS IS HAUNTING ME

#the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #tlou abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou part 2 #shameless #lip

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chromadrop · 1 year

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*casually throws up butterflies*

#Kaya #TIME FOR MY GIRL TO SHINE FINALLY #snow na'vi #na'vi oc #avatar oc #avatar twow #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar fanart #so cute you almost forget the bow n arrow is in the equation #shameless fangirling on my own ocs apparently

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"Don't tell me what's impossible."

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #shameless #mickey and ian #I am doing training the last 2 days at work #so i'm just listening to someone's calls all day #which is why i'm flooding tumblr with shit #not sorry

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Warm Up (Soap Mactavish x F!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley)

Pairing: Soap x Ghost x F!Reader Category: Pure Smut (18+) Warnings: Threesome (F/M/M), Double Penetration, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Doggy Style, Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Spitroast, Unbalanced Power Dynamics (Ghost is Your Superior), Bondage, Dom!Ghost/Dom!Soap/Sub!Reader Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: Your boyfriend (Johnny) and your lieutenant (Simon) decide to introduce you to a special warm up routine. For training purposes, of course…

Author’s Note: This is pure and utter trashy filth ngl. The reader is a Sergeant, codename "Viper".

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Look at her, Ghost,” your boyfriend grunted as he swiped his finger across your dripping slit. You moaned, your hands clenching behind your back in a rubbery resistance band. You leaned against Johnny’s strong chest, your legs spread across his bulky thighs. The contrast of you being stark naked in the presence of two clothed men, let alone your superior, made your legs turn to jelly.

Ghost’s eyes were trained on you, his pools of hickory calculating and predatory. They looked so much darker beneath his skull balaclava, his pupils blown wide with lust. You groaned as Johnny prodded the rough pad of his finger in and out of your entrance, sliding slow circles around it all the while.

“I think she's ready for the warm up, yeah?” Johnny chuckled, catching your mouth in a sloppy, open kiss as his thumb brushed over your clit. Your head rolled back as Johnny’s wet muscle suckled on your own. Ghost grunted as he slid onto his knees, his covered lips so agonizingly close to your aching cunny. You blushed furiously as the Scotsman spread out your soaking folds with his thick fingers.

You watched as Ghost pulled his mask up, revealing a stubbly, square chin. He swiped his tongue across his pink lips before blowing his hot breath over your cunt. You shuddered as the air fanned over your lower lips, your walls pulsing inside you.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at how wet you are,” Ghost said in a low, gruff voice. Your heartbeat quickened as he leaned his face forward, eyes snapping up to you. “You think you’re ready to break a sweat, Sergeant?” Ghost asked. You nodded violently. A sharp smack to your inner thigh made you hiss.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Ghost rumbled in annoyance. You shook as Johnny sucked on your neck, drawing out a deep red hue.

“Y-Yes,” you begged. Ghost sighed through his nose, delivering a slap over your slick pussy. You lunged forward, the pain surging into a wave of pleasure that made your clit throb.

“Yes, what?” your superior growled. Tears spilled from your eyes, your body shivering with a dull ache. You swallowed thickly.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you mewled. Ghost and Johnny locked eyes before your love gave a firm nod. Ghost groaned before laying his lips over your lower lips. You saw stars when the Brit’s lips curled over your bundle of nerves, pressing kisses to the swollen bud.

“Fuck,” you whined, your hips grinding on Ghost’s scruffy face. His stubble scratched at the inside of your thighs as he continued to trail kisses up and down your slit. Bolts of pleasure coursed through your nerves as your bones turned into jelly. Johnny pressed rough kisses down your jaw as he watched Ghost devour your cunt. Your lieutenant’s lips smacked before he rolled his wet tongue across your bud. Your soul nearly shot out of your body as he puckered his lips around it, giving it a hard suck.

“You like how he eats your cunt, hm, Bonnie?” Johnny mused, his hands reaching up to your plush breasts. You arched your back as his fingers began to knead your tits, your ass rubbing against your boyfriend's growing erection. His teeth grazed your neck, fingers curling into your sensitive breasts. Ghost’s tongue swirled around your clit before he puckered his lips around the plush bud.

“G-Ghost,” you keened, white hot tendrils of pleasure wrapping around your lower stomach. Ghost gave your pussy a tender, open kiss before slowly pulling back. You shivered at the sight of your arousal dripping on his chin.

“Call me Simon when we’re like this,” he growled, curling his fingers into your thighs. You nearly clamped his head between your legs when he dove back in, his tongue taking in deep, heavy strokes over your hole.

“Simon! F-Feels so good,” you choked. He chuckled deeply, the sound shooting through your core. He angled his hands on your legs, spreading them impossibly wider. You cried as the tip of his tongue pressed into your tight entrance. Your head rolled back as he sighed deeply, letting his tongue drag into your tummy walls. Your mouth shot open as Johnny lightly twisted your nipples between his rough fingers.

“I think she’s gonna cum, Si,” Johnny snickered. His lips sucked over your pulse as he tugged on your buds. Your thighs shook over Johnny’s as Simon thrusted his tongue into your wet, juicy hole at a more rapid pace. You released a cacophony of sounds as your lower stomach twisted into a tight knot. “Go ‘head, baby. Show the Lt. the cute face you make when you cum,” Johnny ordered with another sudden tug of your nipples. The room was filled with a harsh wail as your head fell back onto your boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

Your head spun as you released on Simon’s face, your walls contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your brows scrunched up as your jaw went slack, drool slipping past your parted lips. Johnny rubbed his large hands over your breasts, your thighs shivering while Simon hungrily lapped up your sweet nectar.

“That’s it, dolly. Such a good lass,” Johnny murmured. You mewled as the last contraction rippled through you.

Simon leaned his head back, eyes lidded and cheeks burning with crimson. Simon looked absolutely drunk from the sweet taste of your pussy. Your body burned even more as he licked around his lips, his tongue swiping at any of your slick left on it. Johnny’s breathing stuttered at the sight of your cum painting the lieutenant’s stubbled chin. Simon’s eyes were trained on you like a bird of prey stalking a tiny mouse. You gasped as he stood and leaned forward to press a deep kiss into your lips. His tongue rolled over yours, spreading the sweet flavor of your cum across your taste buds.

“Fuck,” Johnny gritted, his cock now painfully hard below your ass. You moaned into the kiss before Simon fell away.

“Could eat that delicious cunt for every meal,” he murmured darkly. A small whine left your throat as he kissed you once again. Johnny began to buck into your ass, the friction itself making your back stretch and toes curl. Simon's eyes grew dark at the sight of your bare breasts pushing towards him as Johnny humped against you like a dog in heat. Your head was swimming in a dizzying pleasure while your heart rapidly thumped against your sternum. Simon kept his eyes locked with yours as he unbuckled his belt.

“What do you think we should do with this little Viper, Johnny?” Simon rumbled as his pants fell to the floor with a soft thud. Saliva welled inside your mouth as his thick, heavy cock raised towards the ceiling. He was gorgeous; from the flustered, red tip to the patch of tamed, coarse hair that rested at the end of his shaft. You squeaked as your boyfriend’s bulky arms snaked around your torso.

“I think she’s ready for a full body stretch,” Johnny mused, his voice rough and ravenous. Your eyes widened as he ripped you off of his lap. He spun you around, a large hand encased around the back of your head. Your breath was ragged as Johnny roughly pushed your head into the mattress, his other hand guiding your bare ass towards his crotch. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, every nerve ending in your being lit on fire. A low chuckle rumbled through Simon’s chest. You shivered as you heard your boyfriend begin to strip behind you and the bed dipped below Simon’s weight.

“Would one of you please just do something?” you whined, wiggling your hips faster and arching your back. Rough fingers slid beneath your chin, guiding you to look up. You gawked as the throbbing head of Simon's cock came close to your lips. His lips were curved up ever so slightly at your wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll take care of you,” Johnny murmured, his hand stroking your cheek. His pulsing cock flopped down onto your ass cheeks, perfectly slotting in between them. You felt like you were going to burst from your own skin, your wrists struggling against your binds. You whined into the sheets as Johnny lined up his length between your slick folds, your fists curling against themselves on your back. Your lieutenant clicked his tongue.

“You’re rather impatient, Sergeant,” Simon chastised. You lurched forward as Johnny laid a sharp slap across your backside, your lips now kissing the head of Simon’s dick. The taste of salty sweat and bitter precum leaked into your mouth, overwhelming your senses. A mix between a purr and a snarl erupted from Simon’s lips, his fingers intertwining with your locks. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Johnny kneaded the sore spot on your ass before spreading your cheeks. The hand on the back of your head pushed you forward, your lips sinking down on Simon’s length. You sputtered at how his girth stretched your mouth.

“Atta girl, look at you takin’ my cock so well,” your superior praised, his other hand coming up to wipe a hot tear that rolled down your cheek. You hollow your cheeks as he inched himself inside of your wet, cavernous mouth. He hissed as your soft tongue swiped back and forth below his shaft. “Fuck,” Simon growled, the tips of his fingers digging into your scalp. Your eyes began to close, his cock soft yet firm as his tip tapped at your uvula. You gasped around his length when you felt Johnny sheath himself inside your gummy walls with one steady thrust, stretching and filling you to the brim. A moan spilled from you as his sharp hips became flush with your ass. You felt Simon’s cock impatiently twitch in your mouth.

“Jesus,” he cursed. Johnny groaned behind you as your pussy tenderly hugged his aching cock. You keened at how full you felt on both ends, the overstimulation only serving to fuel the flames of your insatiable arousal.

“I think our girl’s ready,” Johnny grunted. Our girl. You felt even dizzier at the sentiment. Simon gave a quick nod before his hand tugged at your hair, signaling for you to move. You took in a deep breath through your nose before sliding your head back, your tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes rolled into your skull as Johnny pulled out. Your gushing walls squelched as he pressed himself back inside, your walls molding to the shape of his cock. Your mind was scattered as you were split between sucking on Simon’s length and Johnny tenderly pushing back into you from behind.

“Your mouth looks so pretty with my cock stuffing it, Viper,” the lieutenant mused. Your walls clenched at his words, making Johnny moan.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lt,” Johnny whined. You smiled around Simon’s cock, flexing your cunt around your boyfriend’s solid dick. “Sucking me in so tight,” your love groaned. You pushed your mouth back down onto Simon’s length, but not before you swirl your tongue around his red tip. His head harshly fell back against the headboard as his chest heaved. You blushed when a gag erupted from your throat, but your attention was diverted when Johnny began to angle his cock into your spongy spot. Your jaw went slack, allowing Simon to push even deeper into your tight throat.

“Like it when we use you like this, bonnie?” he asked between pants. You tried to nod your head, but you were stuck in Simon’s grasp. You offered a muffled moan instead. Johnny smacked your ass again as he dragged his cock back out. You whimpered, drool now dribbling past your lips. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full, (Y/N),” Johnny chastised playfully before massaging the red mark.

Simon’s head fell against the headboard, both of his hands now tightly knitted into your locks. You felt something burn inside of your chest, your brows furrowing with determination. You arched your back before bobbing your head up and down your lieutenant's thick girth, taking him in fully. He gazed down at you with parted lips as you fervently sucked his hard cock. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you stared up at him with soft, wet doe-eyes.

“Jesus Christ, Viper. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” his commanding voice cracked on the last word when you slowly swirled your tongue around his tip. You smirked around his length before hollowing your inner cheeks as much as you could. Simon snarled before he snatched your hair into his hand. You gasped before he began to guide your head up and down his shaft. Your hands gripped into tight fists when Johnny’s pace picked up behind you, wishing you could hold onto your lieutenant's supple, muscular thighs for support.

The room was full of salacious sounds; a choir of pants and moans, praises and curses, squelching and spankings. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as both men used you like their personal fleshlight. Your lower muscles spasmed as Johnny leaned forward, his broad chest flush against your back. You cried when he sank his teeth into your shoulder.

“I want you to take our cum like the good lass you are,” Johnny grunted with a sharp thrust. "You can do it, dolly. I know you can," he snarled animalistically. Both of your ends felt wetter, your arousal splashing against Johnny’s legs as you slobbered on Simon’s cock. You felt the tension in your pussy swell as pleasure spiked your mind. With a sudden, deep growl, Simon slammed your head down onto his length, his hairs tickling your nose.

"Fuck," the lieutenant groaned. You mewled as you felt him shoot load after load of his warm cum down the back of your throat. His balls twitched beneath him as he screwed his eyes shut, his chest heaving as he came undone in your mouth. The feeling of his seed dripping down your throat made your pussy flutter.

An overwhelming heat suddenly crashed over you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You wailed as you clamped down on Johnny’s dick, the euphoria flooding your empty, fucked-out mind. His fingers curled into your waist as he gritted his teeth.

“(Y/N)!” Johnny howled as he stilled. You moaned as he painted the inside of your pussy white with his thick cum, his cock twitching relentlessly. "So good, you're so good to me, lass," he muttered as he thrusted into you weakly. Your mind was drowning in bliss as your contractions began to dissipate.

Simon massaged your cheeks before he slowly pulled you off his length. You suppressed the urge to gasp and sputter as your lips came free. Your boyfriend rubbed your waist tenderly. All of you were panting, chests heaving and bodies shaking with adrenaline. You tilted your head up to Simon, batting your lashes before explicitly swallowing his spend down your throat. He gasped softly, and nearly came again when you stuck out your clean tongue.

“Christ, I didn’t know my Sergeant was this filthy,” Simon groaned. Your scalp stinging slightly as he traced his fingers down your neck and over to your jaw. You sighed as you pressed your face into his warm, heavy palm.

“Funny, I was thinking the same about my Lieutenant,” you quipped, voice hoarse from his rough fucking. He huffed through his nose, though the small grin on his face showed that he was clearly amused. You whimpered when Johnny pulled his cock out of you, his length absolutely drenched in your arousal and his cum.

“How are you feeling, hen?” he asked sweetly. You lowered your back and turned around to him. His pupils were blown wide, shrouding his light blue eyes in a primal darkness. His rugged body was always a treat for your eyes, his abs flexing as he took in a deep breath, arms taut as his hands rubbed your waist.

“I-I don’t know honestly,” you laughed tiredly. Johnny gave a sly grin.

“We were that good, huh?” he chuckled. You nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Simon’s hand fell away from your cheek as Johnny slid his hands over your arms. “Come ‘ere, bonnie,” Johnny cooed. You obeyed, dragging your limp body onto his sturdy lap. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head. Johnny was always huge on keeping you close to him after sex, whether it was his arms wrapped around you or your pussy warming his cock. Your mind drifted as he languidly stroked your back.

You squealed when you felt your asscheeks being spread. Something wet and cold suddenly traced over your asshole. You whipped your head around, Simon’s lips curled as he applied lube to your puckering hole. Your brows were knitted in confusion as your boyfriend gently grabbed your chin and turned your head.

“Don’t you remember?” he began, moving your hips so your soaked folds rested above his half-hard cock. You swallowed thickly as you felt Simon position himself against your ass, his tip threatening to breach your tight asshole. Johnny smirked when he saw your eyes widen in realization.

“This is a stamina test, too,” he chuckled.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

#ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost x soap x reader #cod smut #soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #soap cod #soap smut #john mactavish x reader #ghost x you #soap x you #ghost x y/n #soap x y/n #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fic #reader insert #shameless smut

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