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27,f,she/her, I reblog my current hyperfixations. With the amount of smut I reblog minors should probably be careful...

[muzzleguppy]

(finally getting housing and more importantly aid so that I can afford college!! Yay!! because of that I wanted to open commissions to help afford back to school supplies & clothes.)

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[koko-mei]

John Price x Reader | Call of Duty

Content Warnings: implied age gap, skewed power dynamics, also john's mind is a dark place

Price is a bad man, and he fucks like one. He has you on your hands and knees, fist in your hair, cock rutting hard and fast into your cunt.

His retirement has left him without a way to satiate the thing inside that wants to hurt, to punish. But you, you pretty little thing, had come at just the right time. All soft and wide-eyed, how could he not sink his teeth into you?

He always resists the urge to let out a chuckle when someone thanks him for his service. Because the truth is, men like him belong out there - in the dirt where the blood sticks to his skin and doesn’t come off, in the places that allow him to sin and then grant him absolution. Can he call himself good, normal, honorable when his teeth ache to bite? To hurt?

No, it is here he doesn't belong, with the neat row of houses outside his window, with little patches of flowers in front of them.

He deserves to languish in dirt and the blood and the violence, but they've sent him home instead with a medal that means nothing and a mind that is never quiet. 

So now he folds those urges, those instincts that allowed him to execute missions with cold, violent precision and buries them inside you. Jerking that fist in your hair, making you whimper and moan. 

Because you'll stay, won't you, you sweet little thing? He'd warned you about what he was, half man, half beast, and you had still spread legs for him, begging him to fuck your pretty cunt. 

He yanks you up by your hair, making you whimper. His teeth leave bruises on your shoulder, but you asked for this, didn’t you? He is ruining you, his pretty little lamb, raised for slaughter.

His other hand squeezes the soft flesh of your ass before coming down on it with a sharp thwack that echoes in the room, along with the squelching sounds of cunt as he pistons in and out of it.

But he slows down, he's close now, so close. You feel his fingers on your clit, rubbing gently only for a moment and then delivering a sharp slap on it. The sting, oh so delicious, makes your cunt clench tightly around his cock, sending you both plummeting down the edge.

John has his jaws locked around you, but you’re not looking to escape.

A/N: Check my other John Price fic here. Comments are always welcome! Hope you enjoy!

[ilovelifee]

Gravity falls as onion headlines part I part II

part III

[candycatfalls]

twinsies <3

@kerink

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[band--psycho]

Poly141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 10)

I hope you all enjoy this part 💛

Please be kind, reblogs are always welcome and greatly appreciated! Thank you for all the continued support 💛

Requests are open so if you have any ideas/requests, you're more than welcome to send them over (thank you to everyone who's requested a story so far, I'm working my way through them!)

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Catch up on the previous part here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

Warnings: Angst, fear, worry, a panic attack, brief mention of torture

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“Here,” Kyle said, placing a cup of coffee in front of you.

“Thanks,” You replied quietly, smiling at him briefly as you wrapped your hands gently around the warm cup in front of you.

Then you  turned your attention to John, the table between the two of you feeling like a chasm. 

You weren’t entirely sure how to start the conversation; you weren’t here for small talk, or reconciliation.

You were here to understand why John thought someone was going to use you to hurt them. 

And try to understand how that led to him breaking up with you, because in your mind, it made absolutely no sense. 

If he thought your life was in danger, wouldn’t he want to stay close to you, to protect you.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”  You asked; your eyes never leaving Johns.

His jaw tensed and his voice was low, “The less you knew, the safer you were,”

You shook your head at his answer,“I should’ve known,”

“I thought I was doing the right thing, we all did..” he continued, “needed to put as much distance between us and you as possible,”

“Then why show up at the coffee shop?” You countered; you weren’t angry, just confused. 

If the whole point of breaking your heart was to protect, why risk coming back into your life now?

Was the threat they’d been protecting you from gone now? 

“I shouldn’t have,”

“But you did, and then you all came to my house,”

“That was only when we found out who you were marrying,” Johnny spoke up before John could say anything, drawing your attention away from the Captain and to the Scotsman.

“Because of what happened in Mexico?” You questioned, watching as he shook his head a little. 

“Not just that.”

“Graves wasn’t the only one who betrayed us back then,” Simon stated; his words only made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Who?” You asked, feeling another uneasy feeling in your gut.

“Shepherd,” 

John’s answer made your breath hitch, “General Shepherd?”

He nodded grimly.

“He gave Graves the order,” You noticed how his hands tightened around his own coffee cup; you were surprised it wasn’t cracking with how tightly he was holding it, “When we got back I kept looking over my shoulder, waiting for something to happen. We didn’t know where Shepherd was but we knew he was still alive… ”

“He knew you, knew how much you meant to us…he could’ve used you to hurt us,” Kyle continued, on John’s behalf, before placing his hand on top of a John’s, knowing how difficult this was for him…for any of them, to talk about 

“You were protecting me, from Shepherd?” 

“Yes,” Simon responded instantly.

“And he’s been in hiding ever since?” 

“We tried findin’ him,” Johnny added, “but every lead just ended up being a dead end,”. 

You were quiet for a moment, processing what they’d just told you. 

How was it possible to have more information and be even more confused than you were originally 

Shepherd was the person they were protecting you from.

He was the reason they broke up with you…

But he was Phillips' boss. 

You knew he was.

Phillip told you he was when you guys received a card from him for your engagement.

“Y/n?” Simon’s voice halted the spiral your mind was running down.

“He sent us a card for our engagement…” you breathed out; feeling everyone’s eyes on you. 

“What?” It was John’s voice you heard now; when your eyes met his you saw something you’d never seen before. 

Fear. 

Right now, he wasn’t the soldier, the Captain, or the man who’d walked away from you. 

He was just a person scared of losing something again. 

Scared of losing you…

“Shepherd, he sent Phillip and I a card for our engagement…” you repeated; trying not to freak the fuck out.

The actions of the men around you only added to your fears. 

John was still at your revelation. 

Kyle’s brows were furrowed deeply, his confusion quickly turning to alarm.

Johnny was sitting forward in his chair, tense like he was preparing for a fight.

And Simon? His expression didn't change much at all, but his eyes sharpened, locking on to yours.

Your mind began spiralling again. . 

Shepherd knew you. 

Knew about your history with the men around this table.

Knew that you were with Phillip. 

Knew that you two were getting engaged.

Knew where you lived….

“He knows where I live…” you whispered; hating how evident the fear was in your voice. 

Another thought dawned on you; one that only fueled your doubt of Phillip’s words from the previous night. 

You could believe that Y/f/n told Phillip about your exes; they hated them for what they did to you, and they were never one to hide their feelings about such things. 

And as much as you wanted to believe that that was how Phillip knew who your exes were; you couldn’t quite believe it. 

The more you thought about it the less believable it seemed; you just needed your friend to confirm what you were already beginning to believe. 

But now there was a very clear answer on how Phillip knew about your exes…It was never Y/f/n who told him about them. 

It was Shepherd. 

There were too many thoughts racing through your mind for you to keep up with. 

If Shepherd wanted to hurt you, he could’ve by now, so why hadn’t he? 

Unless he didn’t need to…

You marrying Phillip would hurt John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle enough; and he wouldn’t even need to lay a hand on you. 

But if you called off the wedding…. 

You glanced in front of you; your eyes landing on Kyle who’d been sitting next to you; he was leaning forward with a worried look on his face; that’s when you became aware of how fuzzy your vision was becoming. 

“Y/n,” John knelt down next to you; his hand holding yours gently, worry evident in his eyes. 

You couldn’t even remember him moving from his seat, let alone kneeling down next to you.

“Ye need to take deep breaths, Bon,” Johnny cooed softly, kneeling down on the opposite side of you, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

You hadn’t even realised how quick your breathing had been, nor how fast your heart was beating until he’d pointed it out to you. 

You tried to do what he’d said, attempting to get your breathing under control. 

Deep shaky breaths left your lips. 

You weren’t just trying to calm your breathing down; but your mind too, because you knew you couldn’t calm down until you got those thoughts under control. 

“You’re safe,” you heard Simon whisper in your ear; feeling his hands on your shoulders, massaging them softly, in an attempt to help calm you down. 

He kept whispering those words as Johnny whispered his own words of reassurance whilst continuing to rub circles on to your hand. 

John occasionally squeezed your hand, letting you know that he was still here. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting there, calming down, but eventually your breathing became slower, steadier, returning to normal.

“There ye are,” Johnny said with a faint smile on his lips; his eyes glancing up to Simon who was standing behind you. 

“Drink this,” Kyle ordered softly, handing you a glass of water. 

You did as you were told, not having the energy to argue with him, and began sipping the water in the glass before looking down at John.

“What do I do now?” You whispered; needing him to tell you what to do because right now, you had absolutely no idea how to handle any of this. 

You thought Phillip loved you; but the more you seemed to find out…the more you seemed to realise that your relationship was built on nothing other than deceit and lies. 

You didn’t want to go back to that home. 

Not now.

Not knowing what you knew now. 

But you also knew that you probably didn’t have much of a choice….

Before John had a chance to answer your question there was a knock at the door. 

“Y/n are you there?”

Relief washed over not only you, but over the others in the room too as they heard the sound of Y/f/n voice shouting through the door.

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[tobeholyistobeempty-deactivated]

Simon “if i was flirting, you’d know—you’d be flat on your back.” Riley.

[seratoninforyouseratoninforme]

I'll test out this theory for everyone's sake, don't worry, I'll take this very seriously, scientific research

[yamasbatcave]

Well excuse me you monster who has the power to rise the land

[dragongirltongue]

you fucking invented cliffs wtf????

[pokemonheritageposts]

Pokemon Heritage Post

[lethalbutterfly]

My brother in Arceus you made the cliffs.

[mcufam]

BLACK WIDOW 2021, dir. Cate Shortland

[wackom]

That's how they do that

[oyaria]

[searching-for-repentance]

The Thot has no power over the simple, hard working man

[official-graveyard-posts]

Official graveyard post

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Riding Simon 😩 (nsfw)

Your thighs on either side of his enormous ones, so you're spread wide open. Your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as you move up and down, whimpering.

His hands hold your ass, guiding your movements, helping you when your strength fails you and your body starts to weaken.

“I know, baby, I know. It ain't easy, but you're doing so well f'r me,” he says, leaning in to kiss your neck just below your ear.

His cock is deep in you, the angle making you feel fuller and allowing him to hit all those spots that have you seeing stars. You can feel him filling you up almost to the womb.

You end up bouncing on him weakly, whimpering as your thighs burn from the effort.

Simon laughs lowly, a thick, deep sound. One of his hands moves from your ass to push your top down, freeing your breasts so he can watch them bounce with each of your movements.

“Such pretty tits, darlin'. Would look even prettier covered in hickeys,” he grumbles, leaning down to suckle and kiss at your breasts.

You mewl. It's all too much. The feeling of him inside you, his hands on your ass, his mouth on your tits, his lower abdomen pressing against your clit...

You whimper, almost sobbing from how overwhelming it all is, and Simon sighs gently.

“You need me to take over, baby? Need me to do it for you?”

When you nod, he chuckles.

“Mhm. 's okay, darlin'. Just hold on tight.”

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[amaranthinespirit]

roommate!simon riley realizing you've been stealing his clothes

simon didn't notice his clothes had slowly been disappearing from his closet. he was always gone on missions, and it wasn't like they didn't find their way back into his drawers at the end of the day.

there would be instances where he was looking for a particular hoodie that had disappeared without a trace, only to find it hanging in his closet the next day.

naturally, he was puzzled by this, but as long as everything returned to him, he didn't mind. he figured you had something to do with it, and to him, you were a harmless little bird. what harm was it to let you steal a shirt or a hoodie from time to time? especially if you needed something big and warm.

until he realised the harm it could cause when he found you in the kitchen with nothing, but his black shirt, 'riley' written across the back in big, white letters.

it was dangerous.

simon hadn't ever saw you in that light, hadn't ever imagined having any sort of claim on you other than being your roommate.

but now?

now you had his name over you.

now he wanted to see you with his last name after your first.

and he'd start making that happen by bending you over the kitchen counter, buried deep in your pussy after he pulled aside your lacy thong.

you'd gasp at the unexpectedness of his actions and keen to the feeling of his hands all over your body, his thick cock pounding your cunt. "fuckin' temptress." his gruff voice muttered into your neck, trailing sloppy kisses over your skin.

he'd knock every breath out of your lungs, make you delirious to where you didn't even question it when he muttered about giving you a ring and putting a baby inside you while rubbing your tummy,¨NBSP;feeling where the tip of his cock nudged your stomach.

simon riley knows what he wants, and when he does, he doesn't stop at anything until he gets it.

[machveil]

I can’t keep reading this— [cracks it open again like a newspaper]

[tallsuperstar]

Breaking my several year harry potter silence just to say that in the Apollo Justice Trilogy, they removed the harry potter reference they originally had in the game. Which means that if you still consume hp content and talk about it, you are doing worse than fucking capcom

[tallsuperstar]

@endigolikesarson In the original, for the running joke regarding Valant and doors, Apollo calls Valant a muggle

While in the remaster, he says this which is way funnier even without the baggage

[tallsuperstar]

Everyone reblogging this post saying stuff like "they probably changed it because of copyright/dated reference" NEEDS to know that 1. There are multiple references to Doctor Who and Star Trek and a character probably named after someone from Battlestar Galactica of all things and 2. The lead writer for the localization stuff with Ace Attorney uses they/them pronouns.

[inforapennyinforapunned]

[diariste-deactivated20250707]

PRETTY BOYS AND POWER PLAYS.

One careless compliment is all it takes to ignite a (not-so-subtle) competition for attention in Task Force 141.

Task Force 141 x Reader

It was an accident, really. Something that slipped out of your mouth before you could think.

"Thanks, pretty boy," you said as Gaz was helping you fix your favorite rifle.

You immediately went still, your brain catching up far too late with your mouth.

Gaz tried to play it cool, casually brushing off the compliment with a shrug, but he failed to hide the way his cheeks darkened slightly and the giddy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Soap, meanwhile, was fuming.

"Can't believe she called him pretty boy," he complained loud enough for half the base to hear. "As if I wasn't fuckin’ pretty too."

Ghost just stood nearby, arms crossed, watching silently. No words — just the kind of stare that could curdle milk.

Soap’s mood didn’t improve over the following days. He was snappier than usual during missions, dramatic during briefings, and even sulkier at mealtimes. Price had nearly pulled you aside to suggest — only half-joking — that maybe calling Soap “pretty boy” too would restore peace among the ranks.

But there was no need. Because a few days later, while Soap was spotting you during a bench press session at the gym, it happened again — another slip of the tongue.

"You have really pretty eyes, you know."

He froze for a beat. Then grinned. Wide. Bright. Smug.

"Thanks, bonnie," he purred, accent thick and warm.

From that moment on, you had apparently made him the happiest man in the world. And somehow, that made him even more unbearable than when he was jealous.

"Told ye you weren't the only pretty boy here," he said for the umpteenth time to Gaz, clearly basking in the memory.

Gaz only shot him a sideways glance. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, mate."

But if Soap was loud about his jealousy, Ghost was quiet—dead quiet. Still, it was obvious. The way he always seemed to be nearby when you were chatting with Gaz. How his arms always seemed to cross when Soap bragged a little too hard. Subtle, yes. But not invisible.

Eventually, Ghost got his turn.

You were putting weights back after your set, struggling a bit with the last plate, when Ghost stepped in, lifting it with ease.

You exhaled and offered him a grateful smile. "I appreciate it, big guy."

There was a pause. Just a second. But something in his posture shifted ever so slightly — shoulders less tense, chin lifting a bit.

"Anytime," he said, voice lower than usual.

And just like that, Ghost was suspiciously quiet for the rest of the day. But somehow... softer. Content.

Captain Price had been watching everything unfold—not just with quiet amusement, but with the knowing air of someone way ahead of the game. Calm, collected, and seemingly above it all.

That is, until one morning, while Soap was once again bragging and Gaz was half-heartedly pretending not to care, Price walked by, coffee in hand and that ever-present calm in his step.

He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, but his voice carried just enough for the group to hear.

"Funny," he said casually. "Didn’t see this much drama when I got called handsome."

The silence that followed was immediate. Even Ghost tilted his head slightly. Soap looked personally offended. Gaz blinked. You stared.

"Ye what?" Soap finally asked, scandalized.

Price didn’t turn around. Just kept walking.

"’Bout a week before you lot started fussin'," he added over his shoulder. "She said I had a ‘damn good jawline.’"

He disappeared around the corner, leaving behind a team in stunned disbelief — and the sound of Soap letting out a wounded “She what?!”

You were definitely not hearing the end of it.

[agoraphobialt]

pirate!price who is navigating his ship through the ocean, looking for the treasures that an old wise man once promised.

pirate!price who hears a melody coming from somewhere in the middle of the ocean, and even though it is the middle of the night he walks around his boat, trying to find the source of such a pretty song.

pirate!price who finds mermaid!reader holding onto the edge of his boat, pretty shining eyes staring at him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

pirate!price who definitely knows you are a mermaid, but, still walks closer to the edge.

mermaid!reader who cups his face with the palm of her hand, pulling him closer and closer, making him lean down.

the crew of the boat that screams for their captain to snap out of it before it is too late, they don't want to lose the most important person of their crew!

pirate!price who doesn't resist the beauty in front of him, and decides that he'll die as a happy man just from tasting your lips.

mermaid!reader who is suddenly lifted from the water and into the boat. no one will lose anyone today, and sure the captain won't let you go back to the ocean anytime soon.

better start learning to use your new legs, pretty little thing!