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alright but is your emotional support person this sweet??? are they???
+ edvin being a timothee chalamet fan
+ him being an annoying little shit (affectionaly)
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐
series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.
series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.
pairing : lip gallagher x fem!reader
warnings : swearing, arguing, mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex trafficking and sex slavery, mentions of drinking, mentions of homelessness, agression, smut, penetrative sex, degradation, physical violence, dumbification, dirty talk, praise kink, domination, spanking, and mocking.
12:05 pm (y/n’s perspective)
“fionna what the fuck!” a loud male voice boomed in my ears.
“would you please just let me explain!” another voice screamed back at the first. this one was female.
“no fionna! what the fuck is wrong with you! you can’t just be bringing illegal prostitutes home with you! ok? we barely have enough food to last us the rest of the week and now you wanna feed another person?!”
“what did you want me to do? did you want me to leave her to be sold into sex slavery!”
“i don’t know fionna, but it’s not my fucking problem, ok?! jesus christ.”
the two voices continued to yell back and forth at one another as the room slowly came into focus.
i was laying on an old beaten up sofa in a small living room that was filled with an assortment of loose papers, clothes, and junk.
“look, all i’m asking for is a few hours, ok? thats it! just stay with her until i get back from my shift, and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” the female voice stated calmly.
i looked to my left and saw a small entrance to what i assumed was the kitchen.
“fionna i have a quantum physics essay to write and i cant do that if i have to babysit a 19 year old prostitute that you brought home while drunk!” the male voice screamed.
“lip, we need the money from my shift at patsey’s. just work on your essay here. i seriously need to go.” the female voice hurriedly replied.
“make sure she doesn’t have anything else to drink!” the voice spoke up again, and within seconds the sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the house.
as i swung my legs over the side of the couch i felt the entire room slowly start to spin, and i grasped at my head in agony.
“fuck.” i murmered quietly under my breath.
i tried my best to stand up straight and slowly walked towards the kitchen.
as i reached the entrance to the kitchen i peered through the open archway to see a man who appeared to be around 19 or 20 years old sitting at a wooden dining table in front of an old laptop typing at a rapid rate.
“oh. you’re awake.” he said, and slowly turned to look up at me.
“where am i?” i asked quietly, with a slight shake to my voice.
“south side of chicago.” he stated plainly. “my idiot sister bought you off of your pimp last night so now she’s made you my problem.”
“oh.” i said softly. it was obvious he didn’t want me here and he continued to look up at me from his seat with a firm look of disapproval.
“why don’t you take a seat and sit tight while i finish this paper. once i’m done we can walk down to the nearest homeless shelter and get you some lunch before i take off to my advanced mathematics class.” he announced firmly. it was clear he wasn’t looking for any push back.
“ok.” i said quietly as i sat down in a wooden chair across from him.
i dreaded the thought of staying in a homeless shelter, but it was obvious i didn’t really have much of a choice.
“so whats your paper on?” i asked shyly, trying to start a conversation.
“nothing you’d understand.” he said without looking up.
“can you show me?” i replied, while standing up and slowly walking to the other side of the table.
“i don’t have time to show you! ok?! i told you to sit down and be quiet while i work on this. now if you could shut the fuck up that would be appreciated.” he lashed out aggressively.
“i’m sorry…” i whispered as i took a step forward and reached out to stroke his hair.
as my hand came in contact with the ends of his hair his right hand suddenly grasped mine and pulled mw towards him aggressively, causing my entire body to jolt.
“i told you to sit down and shut the fuck up.” he whispered harshly as he grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap.
“you cant even follow simple fucking instructions.” he hissed as he began to type on his computer again.
realising that i had pushed him far enough i decided to sit on his lap quietly as he finished his paper.
i watched as his long nimble fingers typed quickly on the keyboard and slowly let myself get distracted by his arms and his waist and how his body was incasing mine as he furiously typed.
slowly i shifted on his lap, attempting to get more comfortable, but immediately felt a slight buldge form quickly underneath me.
“you stupid slut.” he muttered under his breath.
my cheeks grew hot at his words as his hands flew to his belt and immediately started stripping his jeans off.
“i’m sorry… it was an accident.” i squeaked, trying to keep my composer.
“ohh i’m sure it was.” he said sarcastically before looking down at his lap and slowly started stroking himself.
“come here baby.” he said gently as he helped me up in order to hover over his erection.
only now did i realise that i didn’t have any panties on and was still wearing my short, black, strapless dress from the night club last night. the dress seemed to be covered in dried cum and stale beer, but still showcased my tits perfectly and was short enough to see the bottom half of my ass.
“its ok, i got you.” phillip coaxed soothingly as he started to gently lower me onto his dick.
“mhmm” i moaned as i felt him slip easily through my wet folds.
“this is how wet you are? huh? you’re this wet just from sitting here on my lap? holy fuck you’re a slut.” phillip whispered in my ear.
he slowly started to bounce me up and down while thrusting his hips into my ass, trying to get a rhythm started.
“your such a desperate whore. you couldn’t have just sat still.” he degraded as his hands found my breasts and quickly pulled them out of the top of my dress.
“uhh” i moaned as his big, veiny hands started to massage my chest in a circular motion.
“such a good girl for me.” he teased as my head flew backwards and landed on his chest.
“shhh, relax baby i got you” he praised quietly in my ear before gently picking me up and turning me around so that i was straddling him.
he slowly started to thrust his hips into mine and picked up the pace gradually.
i collapsed against his chest and immediately started moaning into his ear as he softly stroked my ass with his left hand while holding himself up with his right.
“are you gonna cum for me baby?” he mocked before sending 5 hard and quick thrusts straight into my g-spot.
“ye —“ i breathed out, exhausted.
“awww baby are you not able to speak properly? did i fuck you stupid sweetheart? come on and be a big girl and use your words.” he said cockily.
“i wanna cummm” i whined out desperately.
“don’t whine!” phillip scolded as his right hand quickly swatted my ass leaving a small red mark.
“please” i exhaled “let me cum daddy.”
“yea? go ahead and cum baby.” he said as he stood up and laid me on the kitchen table while continuing to thrust into me.
i felt the coil that had been building up in my stomach snap and i reached up and grasped onto his back before coming undone beneath him.
“hold on baby, let me get there.” phillip huffed as he kept thrusting into me.
“oh fuck” he breathed as he quickly pulled his dick out of me and came on my lower stomach.
as he laid me back down on the table and stood back to quickly scan my body.
my h/c hair was messily blown out around me and my tits had completely popped out of my dress. my ass and pussy were completely exposed and the bottom of my dress was pulled up around my stomach.
phillip looked at me stunned as i slowly tried to get up.
“come here” he said softly before wrapping his arms around my waist and carrying me upstairs to put me in the tub.
he ran the bath and filled it with hot water before carefully placing me in and stroking the back of my silky hair.
“its ok, you’re ok” phillip breathed as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“you’re gonna stay with us for a while. and i’m gonna make sure you’re ok.” he whispered into my ear and kissed my forehead.
and with that i fell asleep immediately.
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑
series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.
series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.
pairing : ian gallagher x fem!reader
warnings : mentions of a hangover, swearing, blow job, oral sex (male receiving), basically just a ton of oral smut
9:03 am (y/n’s perspective)
sunlight peered in through the opened blinds that were posititoned across the room from me.
i was laying on a queen sized matress that had been pushed up against one of the walls in a small, dark, quiet room.
the window that lay across from me provided barely enough light to see, but from what i
could tell the matress was the only peice of furniture in the room.
every once in a while i heard a voice or loud noise come from downstairs but for the most part i was laying in complete silence.
i didnt remember much from the day before. just waking up hungover and then having sex with a man in the kitchen downstairs.
so pretty much the same bullshit as usual.
i didnt remember being brought upstairs so i must have been asleep when that happened.
i noticed my hair was freshly washed and body was clean. i was no longer wearing my skimpy black dress, but was now wearing an oversized, grey nirvana t-shirt with a pair of red lace panties.
suddenly the door on the right side of the room swung open.
a redheaded male abruptly entered the room with a tray that carried an assortment of foods.
“hello.” the man said awkwardly.
he walked over to me and placed the tray on the floor beside the matress.
“hi.” i responded quietly.
“whats your name?” he asked
“y/n.” i quickly replied.
“hi y/n. i’m ian.” he kindly introduced. “do you remember much from the past couple days?”
“no.” i told him. “where’s dave?”
“dave? you mean your pimp? he’s gone y/n. he was trying to sell you into sex slavery and prostitution a few night ago. my older sister fiona bought you off of him to prevent that.” ian informed me.
“bought?! what the fuck!” i screamed.
“i know everythings kinda foggy and confusing right now but we are going to get everything sorted out. dont worry.” the redhead reassured.
had dave really sold me? what the fuck!
i needed to find a way out of this house and fast. i had no clue what was going on but i knew i wasn’t gonna sit around and wait to find out.
suddenly the door swung open again and another man walked in. i instantly recognized him as the man from last night.
“hey.” he said to me as he smirked with a smug expression plastered across his face.
“fiona wants to see you downtairs.” he informed ian.
“k. will you sit with her?” ian responded.
“ya of course.” the man replied.
and with that ian left the room leaving me and the other man alone together.
i didn’t remember much about last night but i definitely knew what had happened between us.
“you sleep well?” the man asked me.
“fine.” i said coldly.
“good.. good.. good.” he rambled “so um im lip. look im not sure if you really remember but uh i was the one who brought you upstairs and put you to bed last night.”
“we had sex.” i stated bluntly.
he scratched the back of his head in discomfort.
“yea.. uhh… we did. look, i don’t know how much you remember but i was not in the best head space last night and was really stressed out, so… im sorry if i hurt you in any way or upset you at all.” lip apologized.
“i dont really care. im used to it.” i responded harshly.
“oh right the whole prostitution thing.” lip said. “that uh — that really sucks. im sorry.”
“thanks.” i whispered under my breath so that it was barely audiable.
just then ian entered the room once more and sat down at the foot of the matress i was laying on.
“haven’t eaten yet?” he asked while looking over at lip.
“im not hungry.” i mumbled.
“you should eat.” ian replied.
“ok.” i responded softly.
“well uh… i should be heading to work now.” lip finally chimed in.
“ok, ill stay here with y/n.” ian told him before turning back towards me.
“that ok with you?” he asked.
“yea whatever.” i said.
“ok, well uh if you two are good then i should head out.” lip said as he slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.
me and ian looked back at one another as he gestured towards my food.
“can you gonna eat now?” he asked as i rolled my eyes and reluctantly picked up the tray of food.
2:12pm
“iannnn” i whined from upstairs.
i had eaten my breakfast and then gone downstairs to watch some tv but came back up about an hour ago to take a nap.
“yes y/n?” he called back as he walked up the stairs.
“come hereeee.” i yelled as he walked into the room.
“whats up y/n?” he asked while crossing his arms over his cheast.
“im bored.” i announced while looking up at him with big doe eyes.
“well what do you wanna do?” ian inquired.
“hmm…” i pretended to think “i want attention.” i said assertively.
i had only known ian for a few hours but he had been very nice and constantly was making sure i was comfortable, which i really appreciated considering all of the assholes ive delth with before.
“you have my full attention.” ian responded to me sarcastically.
“no. come here.” i said while crossing my arms over my cheast to mimick him.
ian slowly walked closer to the top of the matress and sat down beside my head.
“what do you need y/n?” he asked while looking down at me.
“just sit here with me.” i replied quietly.
“ok.” ian mumbled while swinging his legs onto the matress and looking down at me.
“hi.” i whispered while making intense eye contact with the red head.
“hi.” he responed while looking contently into my e/c eyes.
i quickly flipped over onto my stomach and rested my chin on ians left thigh.
“i wanna do somethinggg” i whined.
“what is it you wanna do?” he asked while laughing at my childlessnesses.
“i dont know.” i said. “something funnnnn” i giggled while climbing onto ians lap.
ian started laughed hysterically and stroked the back of my hair.
suddenly i felt his entire body stiffin under me and his hands fly to my waist to slightly lift me off of him.
“sorry.” he apologized sincerely. “i cant really control when it happens.”
i looked down to realize why he reacted the way he did. there was a large tent in his grey sweatpants now and he looked around nervously waiting for my response.
“its ok. not your fault.” i said kindly, trying to make him feel better.
slowly ian started lifting me off of his lap more before i stopped him suddenly.
“what?” he asked.
“well… um… do you need me to take care of that for you?” i replied quietly while avoiding eye contact.
“y/n… i’m gay.. i don’t mean to make things awkward but…” he started.
“no! i didn’t mean like did you need me to take care of that in a romantic way or a hooking up way… i meant… in a.. professional way. you know?” i asked trying to get my point across.
“what do you mean?” ian inquired, clearly still confused.
“i mean… its kinda my job.” i said. “i wouldn’t mind… i mean i’ve jerked off way worse guys then you.”
“USED to be your job.” ian corrected me. “and i don’t wanna take advantage of you just cause you used to be a prostitute.”
“you wouldn’t be taking advantage… im fine with it. but if you dont want me too…” i trailed off before slowly taking myself off ians lap.
“wait!” he stopped me.
grabbing my hips and pulling me back down onto his lap he looked into my eyes contently.
“you’d do this for me just this once?” he asked.
“we wouldn’t need to say anything about it ever again.” i reassured.
ian looked me up and down before slowly nodding his head and grabbing my left hand to guide it towards his sweatpants.
i gently touched his erection through his grey sweatpants and started fiddling with the waist band to pull them down.
i took his boner in my hands and leaned down slowly to wrap my lips around the tip.
ian groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.
i swirled my tounge around the tip of his hard member and started to gradually pump his cock with both hands.
“mhmm y/n that feels so good.” ian moaned.
“i told you im a professional.” i giggled before taking more of him in my mouth.
i had half of his dick down my throat while my hands rapidly pumped the other half.
i continued to speed up the movements of my hands while bobbing my head up and down.
ian had my h/c hair in a loose grip behind my head and was running his other hand up and down my back gently.
he continued to moan in pleasure as i put even more of him into my mouth.
my eyes slowly started tearing up and i felt myself gag around him as i shoved the rest of his cock into my mouth.
“good girl” ian praised while i looked up at him.
while making direct eye contact i continued to bob my head back and forth as his moans got louder and louder.
“fuck that feels good.” he groaned.
suddenly i felt ians dick twitch in my mouth and i instantly knew how close he was.
i started to bob my head even faster as tears streamed down my face.
within seconds ian was shooting his load down my throat while i quickly lapped all of the cum that had spilled out of my mouth.
“fuck.” ian muttered as i gently took him out of my mouth.
i stared at him waiting for some sort of further reaction.
“jesus christ that was amazing y/n. come here.” ian said to me while opening his arms and motioning for me to come cuddle up next to him.
i moves back onto his lap and felt his arms wrap around me protectively.
“you wanna do something fun now?” ian asked me with a raised eyebrow.
“that wasn’t fun?” i asked him cockily.
“hahaha no it definitely was. you are definitely a professional.” he responded while laughing.
“well good.” i smirked up at him proudly.
and with that ian stroked my hair once more before kissing the top of my head.
“get some more sleep y/n, ok?” he said while looking down.
“ok.” i whispered back before closing my eyes and falling asleep in his arms.
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Crawl To Me. (Titans!Dick Grayson x Reader)
Summary: You and your vigilante boyfriend get into a spat that quickly evolves into something far more than either of you could have anticipated. [ Dick Grayson x AFAB! Reader. ]
Rating: M+ [ 18+ ONLY! Minors will blocked immediately! ]
Warnings: Swearing, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink (only through the use of the word 'Daddy' . ) , alcohol usage, angst, arguing (that quickly becomes resolved over the course of the story) , thigh riding, slight degradation, heavy on the dirty talk, and unprotected sex (the reader is on birth control though it is not referenced) . If you find any of the themes presented here to be triggering or offensive to you in any way, shape or form, please reconsider reading this story. You have been warned!
Author's Note: I have had this in the works since...I would like to say around September of 2021. I had a roller coaster of a year in 2021 and 2022 hasn't been much different. So, this story was on the back burner for quite some time, as I slowly chipped away at it little by little. I'm sorry that this took so long to get out, but I hope I exceeded your expectations!
This story wouldn't have been possible without the help of @pedropastel. My best friend in the whole entire universe who was the beta for this story, and allowed me to pick at her brain for some of the dialogue!
Lastly, thank you to those of you who have sent me kind messages and asks, making sure that I'm doing well. It truly means the world to me. It has been much needed these past few months! I hope this somewhat makes up for my absence as of late!
[ Please like and reblog! ]
you hate starfire and expect me to hear you vent? kys.
'one night, he wakes. strange look on his face. pauses, then says, "you're my bestfriend" and you knew, what it was. he is in love'
Winter Soldier: Winter Kills by Brubaker/Weeks
does the phrase 'fucked up and evil' imply you can be fucked up and good
lemme tell y’all… frank?
frank is peak dadsbestfriend material
his veins in the 3rd pic…..
i would risk it all for him, i mean LOOK @ this puppy
found this on twitter lmaoooo
- You know what, he kept every fucking bad review the band got. Every single one. - I wanted to improve. And I wanted to know… I wanna know what everyone thinks. - No, you’ve done it because you fucking hate yourself. That’s your fucking problem. You are not happy unless you’re failing.
Sebastian Stan + red lights
+ bonus 🚨
Hannibal (2013-2015) || Fresh (2022)
#two types of cannibals
Mads Mikkelsen as Hannibal Lecter Sebastian Stan as Steve Kemp
un·hinged
adjective mentally unbalanced; deranged. “the violent acts of unhinged minds”
CHILLS
Summary: Bestie, you’re taking a trip to another dimension on them cocks.
Pairings: Nick Fowler x Manager!reader x Rockstar!Bucky
Word Count: 7k+
Warnings: literal shameless filth, rough fucking, hair pulling, spanking, face fucking, deep-throating, edging, overstimulation, degradation, pegging (Bucky’s pegging Nick, yup you read that right), name-calling (slut, cumdump, whore, sir, daddy and many more), crying kink, facial, face slapping, squirting, spit kink, titty fucking, lingerie kink, mirror sex, cussing, mentions of drugs and drug dealings.
Author’s Note: Another filthy threesome, enjoy. Hope you guys enjoy it and don’t forget to reblog and comment. I love hearing what all of you have to say about my work. I'm sorry if this isn't good enough, I'm really fucking tired lol.
thanks to @ashfaceiwa @commonintrest @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @kaitioo @chrisfucksblog @moongoddessmox @buckysswinter @s-tarksintern @mayasreadingnook @late-to-the-party-81 for helping me
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE OR DO ANY OF THAT CHEAP SHIT.
Power.
A few letters that have possessed every last inch of Bucky Barnes’ being from the first moment he performed in public. His chest seized and a rush of excitement ran through every element he was built of as if to bring to his attention the sheer grasp he had on people without having to spare them a single thought.