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depsidase

mreullogy

whisperingsoup

it exists to divide the working class. All labour is skilled labour. Yes including that one. Yes, including that one too.

Do you know what's unskilled labour? Owning capital. There's no labour involved, thus requires no skill. And you can tell because people can be born into owning capital.

heatherwitch

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tinyleafwritings

Saw this at Costco...

Johnny and Simon seeing this on display and joking that you should get in it and try it out. Or at least you think they’re joking, but they stare at you long enough without moving on that you find yourself sitting on the little pet couch, nervously watching them through the bars while they take photos “for reference.”

peppermint-toads

johnny and simon both eat like dogs. like you could actually feed their meals to a dog. sweet potato, ground beef, and whatever veg was about to turn rotten. and no seasoning. time can’t be wasted on seasoning in their household.

dinner is a fleeting affair. both of them hunched over their bowls and inhaling. you’re staring at them in shock as they devour their flavorless, meaningless slop.

then to the couch for tv time. you feel a bit like a zookeeper that’s just thrown a limb of mean into a lions enclosure. the beasts fed, and now they lick their paws and relax.

they don’t even like the two teams playing on the television right now.

“why don’t you two come to my place tomorrow for a change?”

“wot? something wrong with our flat, dove?”

“no, no! of course not!”

they may look like lions but they frighten easily. the last thing you mean to do is scare them off.

“course not, just thought a change of pace might be nice?”

they share a weary look. change isn’t their favorite thing, not after years of strict military routine. they agree nonetheless. and they show up right on time, no surprise there.

they share another weary look when you ask them to take off their shoes before coming in.

“i made dinner. just something light,” you smile despite knowing dinner was far more effort than you care to let on.

johnny barrels towards the kitchen. “what’s the occasion, lass? you did all this for us?” and you shrug.

“just thought i’d thank the two of you, y’know. you’re always around to lend a hand.”

they just gape at you like there’s no brain activity happening within their thick skulls.

“well, have a seat then.” you gesture towards the set table with proper cutlery and a vase of flowers in the center.

you bring them both their plates of food, no ground beef, or sweet potatoes, or cottage cheese. and they hunch themselves over, ready to inhale as per usual.

“hasn’t anyone taught you how two to take your time?”

they stare at you again. just as stupidly as they did moments ago. this time they’ve gone silent because both of them are half hard beneath the table.

“going slowly makes it better, you know. not everything is a race.”

and that’s how you end up with simon between your thighs and your back pressed against johnny’s chest as he rubs your shoulders.

“slow, right? that makes it all better?”

simon is rolling his hips agonizingly slowly, dragging his cock against your warm walls.

“simon, faster please,” you beg him. he’s been going at this for the better part of an hour.

he tuts at you. “none of that. you wanted slow, you’re getting slow.

“that’s not—not what i meant,” you pant. you roll your head back to look at johnny, hoping he might help you out. he just brushes your hair from your sticky face instead.

“dinner was nice, sweetheart. now enjoy your dessert.”

cokezerovape

phoebeselwyn

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY // barbarianking!simon, f!reader, wife!reader, size difference, pregnancy, rough!simon, titties play, p in v, non con, eventually consensual

He felt the fullness first.

The calloused palms of his squeezed the flesh, skin melting into his hands so smoothly, so well, it never failed his cock to twitch. No mater if he had any clothes on or was already inside you.

Your nipples perk, like a ears of a dog, wary of any sound, and you humm, not being able to refuse the sound of pleasure escaping your mouth. You used to fight that, you did. On those first weeks, when Simon took you, a trophy from a battle, not carring for you father's dying body on the field.

But Simon knew you were better than him. The old man dropped dead because of the mistake of his own people, all the Simon's warriors were innocent. In this death, and this death only.

He knew your body by heart after those months you've spent in his castle. He squeezed, held, cupped, kissed, bit, marked, held every inch of your skin, and made you let out every sound possible.

But the fullness Simon felt against his palms when he cupped your tits, while you were riding him, more eager, more sensitive than usual, that was the moment he knew.

He was stupid enough to let himself believe that you would get used to how the courtship is done in his land. The man and a woman bounded souls by spilling blood on each other hands and licking it, demonstrating the love that was unique, that was fierce.

But you? You were different.

Coming from the place of flowers, murmurs of the streams and warm sunlights, you were different. The only foreign allowed to be beside him, share his meals, his baths, his bed.

You didn't see him carring about you enough to even tell that you were carrying a child of his in your womb.

And somehow this was what made Simon look you at the eye and swear to do better.

For you. For this child.

p.s.: hey! I passed my finals and now the defence of my thesis is awaiting me. let me know if you want more coming from this blurb

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robinavitchgf

divorced!neighbour!robby who moves in and introduces himself to your parents, catching them as they’re leaving for dinner. they mention you, who’s currently listening to music in your room while you tidy up, saying you’re only here temporarily over the summer before you move back to college for your last year.

a week goes by and he still hasn’t met you, but then your dad invites him over for a barbecue and he catches sight of you in the backyard when he arrives. and you can’t keep your eyes off him—the slight greying in his beard, the hint of tummy hiding behind the old harley davidson tee he’s wearing, the wrinkles at his eyeline that crease whenever he smiles. god you’re utterly obsessed.

but then your parents enquire about the younger boy by his side, to which robby gently places two hands on the boy’s shoulders as he proudly introduces his son. and of course, your parents think it’s absolutely delightful—so much so, they try and set you up on a date with him. and you agree, playing along and hanging out with his son at their house. he hasn’t seemed to catch on to the fact that you only go over with the guarantee that robby will be there. and mostly it’s on game days, the two of them invested in the penguins game on the tv. and you always offer to help robby in the kitchen when he’s getting more snacks.

it’s then you begin to toe the line. you’re flirting with robby a little more, wearing slightly skimpier skirts—which his son doesn’t seem to notice, but you know robby does. little looks that linger in places they shouldn’t and you know you’ve got him right where you want him.

buffalokill

hey, i don't know if you do request, but what about brendon Park x wife!medical malpractice attorney? and they have a kid together who needs urgent medical attention for a sprained ankle, aaaand she is just as intimidating as park. u can feel the pressure and tension in that room for both having the shark and a well recognized medical malpractice attorney

okay I did peds reader bc they’re almost the same??? lol brendon park x peds wife!reader

SHALLOW WATERS

"what've we got?" robby asked as the paramedics wheeled in.

"11 year old male, bp 119/73, HR 111, RR 20. apparently he took a fall; reporting pain to the left ankle." the EMT leaned in closer. talking in his ear. "neighbors called it in."

the attendings eyebrows drew in. “parents?" the medic tipped his head toward the kid discreetly. "he said his parents were at work— didn't say where. but he was adamant about coming here.”

robby glanced at the boy then back to the EMT. almost as if needing clarification. “we were closer to Presby.”

it wasn’t new to have patients rerouted. but it wasn’t something they’d ask for. especially by someone this kid's age. if his condition was worse, they would’ve taken him to Presby. no hesitation.

succubusvalentine

Just disgusting Simon Riley.

No, as in he is way too obsessed with your cunt.

He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.

Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonely—and you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.

After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.

The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.

You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.

And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,

"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.

You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.

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Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

Might change my divider, and way of colouring text. I dunno guys. Anyway hiiiii lol please don't sound me for not posting until now. Can women be sounded? God I hope not.

lemonscribs

Pride sharks! Happy pride month :D more super cute pride flags themed sharks coming soon 👀

the-palelady

remember when i said i was trying to quit smoking…

…yeahhh

anyway ghost has a cigarette settled between his chapped lips all while staring up at you. you’re riding him, although your movements are sloppy.

one massive hand sits atop your thigh, relaxed but every so often he gives it an encouraging squeeze cause “you’re doing such a good job for me, darlin’”

you’re sensitive. barely able to sit up straight as your pubic bone grinds against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. he’s buried so deep you don’t know where you end and he begins.

he has a hand resting behind his head, his biceps and the fat of his arms bulging each time he tenses. your inner walls drag along a vein that makes his eyes almost roll back into his skull.

“tha’s it…tha’s my girl. use me. i know that pussy’s missed me. let’s make sure she gets her fill.”

rawme-price

Few times in your life have you truly fought with your husband, simon riley.

Tonight is one of those nights.

"Simon, you fucking crossed a line! That is unacceptable!" You had told him two days ago after finding out he's put a tracker on you and has been sharing your location with his work buddies. That was your first big fight since the wedding.

Which leads you to now, fluffy comforter and favorite pillow in hand while you glare at the couch.

You didn't want it to come to this. You had hoped refusing cuddles and referring to him solely as "simon." Instead of your usual pet names would get the point across how serious this is. But ghost refused to budge.

So, you're sleeping on the couch. Because as pissed off as you are at simon and as much as you want to tear his face off, some silly part of you aches at the thought of him hurting his back sleeping on the couch.

So, you go tuck in and try to ignore how weird it feels not to have a warm body next to you.

When you wake up, you nearly trip over your husband sleeping on the floor by the couch.

"What— simon! What the hell—" all anger you'd initially feel is destroyed when you look closer at the wet lines down the scars on his face, the red tint around his eyes.

Oh. You've....You've never actually seen ghost cry.... not since the wedding.

"Please don't leave me love–" are the first choked words out of his mouth, not even awake for a minute and already shifting closer to you "ahm' sorry. I'm sorry, I just— i can't lose you. If— if something happens to me I—"

"Woah. Woah, hey, slow down si" You attempt to soothe, because pulling him up onto the bed. "I'm pissed off. You know that. But I'm not leaving you. What's going on?"

Ghost breathes for a second, looks at the window instead of you. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and raw "if I get captured. If I'm— compromised. The team needs to be able to find you. Keep you safe. I can't always be here."

Oh....oh.

The conversation that followed was long, painstaking, but necessary. You and simon struck a tentatively compromise, both mentally exhausted from it all. You could tell he was struggling not to shut down.

"....come to bed with me? I missed your cuddles last night." You smile, only to gasp and laugh when simon bodily hauled you over his shoulder to drag you to bed.

It's the best sleep you've had all week.