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a-b-riddle · 1 day
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Can’t stop thinking about poly141 who get so wrapped up in their own bullshit they begin to neglect reader. So you leave 🤷🏼‍♀️
It wasn’t a big deal at first. You understood that their jobs were intense to say the least. You own a bookshop, which in itself was exhausting, but you understood how they could get carried away with work.
You had excused the many delayed returned texts or missed FaceTime dates when they were deployed. When they came home, they almost always made it up to you. Showering you with attention and quality time.
But the past two returns home have been… different.
Usually at least one of them made a beeline to your shop or your loft if it was too late in the evening. You always held your breath when it was just one of them.
“They’re okay.” Was the usual answer. “Everyone made it back okay.” It was only then that you could melt into whoever’s hands you were in.
After one of their recent returns home you had voice to Price that you didn’t appreciate several days passing after they came back and no one had bothered to tell you. He had snapped. Arguing that a mission doesn’t finish just because they land back on soil. There was paperwork and debriefing to be done. If and when they wanted to see you they would.
He didn’t apologize until later. Crawling into your bed, using one of the keys you had given them. Blaming the stress. How they had almost lost Johnny for the reason of his outburst. What else could you do but forgive him?
So you had given them space after that one. Not holding it against them to decompress before seeing you.
The next time was the final straw. Solidifying how little they cared about you and how much power you had given them.
Johnny had come in around 7 one evening. He was dressed nicely, for civilian standards. You were reading a book on the couch when he had let himself in. You were wearing on of Simon’s sweatshirts and panties. He took you in for a moment before scooping you up.
He fucked you absolutely stupid. Adamant on having you cum on his tongue, his fingers and his cock. You were only able to bask in the afterglow of him filling you up before he started pulling his pants back on.
“What are you doing?” There were times that you would practically need a crow bar to get Johnny detached from you just long enough to relieve yourself. You had gotten many a UTI courtesy of Mr. John MacTavish.
“Dinner with my family tonight.” He explained by the time he was already buttoning his shirt. “The youngest just graduated and ma’ feels the need to go all out.” Now came the tie. Johnny was actually wearing a tie. To go to dinner. “A fancy dinner in London.” He huffed. “Meanwhile I’m out scufflin’ with bloody fuckin’ terrorists and I get a pat on the back.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before heading out the door. Promising to call you later.
You just sat in your bed. Still naked. Almost in shocked. He had fucked you and just… left. You were close to a panic attack as you called Simon.
Simon wasn’t the one to cuddle and coddle. But there was something so soothing at the sound of his voice or even how his heavy body felt perfect laying on top of you. Yes. Simon wasn’t the time to lift you up with words, but he was your own security blanket. Just having him close helped.
“Can you come over?” It wasn't unusal for Simon to be the one to come later in the evening. Insomnia was a bitch to deal with and you could sleep through the sounds of whatever he played on the tv. Most of the times you were content laying your head on his lap as he ran his hand along your head as if he were petting you. It was a bit cringe, but it knocked you out every time.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. The low timber of his voice already calming you.
“Johnny came over.” You sniffled. “He just fucked me and left.”
“Not surprised.” He scoffed. You could almost see him rolling those deep brown eyes of his. “If you wanted to cum, I’m happy to come over and help.”
For whatever reason, that only seemed to make you more upset. “You’re not listening.” You said, trying to spell it out for him. “He left. Like didn’t even stay and cuddle just left. Fucked me and left.”
“That’s why you’re calling me crying about?” He almost seemed… annoyed.
“Yes!” You said, nearly snapping. All of the tension from the last several months coming to the surface. “I’m not just a warm body to keep a bed cozy until you assholes decide you need to get one off.” Assholes. You called them assholes. “This isn’t what we agreed to.”
“Johnny is Johnny.” Simon tried to defend, not really caring to continue the conversation now knowing that you weren't in any sort of physical harm. “He wanted his dick wet and from the sound of it, that’s what he did. Don’t hold it against him because he had other things to do.”
“It’s not just Johnny leaving.” Your throat felt like it was tightening. A telltale sign you were close to crying. Whether from sadness or anger you weren't entirely sure. “The only time any of you want anything to do with me anymore is to fuck.” You missed date nights and lunches. You missed texting any and all of them about your day, about theirs. About new books. You had been trying for months to tell them over dinner one of your books got picked up. Yours was being traditionally published.
None of them had bothered to even try penciling you in.
“You got yours.” You heard the popping of a can top. Simon was settling in for the night. Once he popped a top at home there was no getting him out. He wasn't coming for you. “I don’t understand what you’re bitchin’ to me about. Yeah, in the beginning we indulged ya a bit? Dressed you up, took you out. But you should have known spreadin’ them legs of yours wouldn’t end with one of us puttin’ a ring on your finger.”
You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? These were the men that pursued you. Initially, individually, but when tensions became to much they offered a solution. All of them. Four times the attention, of the affection.
Four times the love.
But also four time the neglect. Four times the amount of heartbreak and disappointment. Loving all of them meant putting yourself in a position to let each of them hurt you in their own way and they had.
John's constant state of snapping at you as if you were one of his men.
Johnny swinging by as if you were just a fuck buddy. Not even bothering to give a peck before leaving.
Kyle essentially ignoring you for weeks now. Ghosting you for hours or having to cancel on date nights last minute or claiming that he really did forget that the two of you had planned to meet for lunch.
And now there was Simon. Telling you that all you meant to them was what was between your thighs.
Spreadin' them legs of yours wouldn't end with one of us puttin' a ring on your finger.
None of them ever intended on making this into something more. That much was clear now.
You didn't know what to say to Simon. You couldn't think of a witty retort. You couldn't find the proper insult to whirl his way. You couldn't convey just how much his words had hurt.
So you did the only thing you could.
You hung up.
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jakeperalta · 3 days
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I'm working laaate 📝🕐 cause I'm a singerrrr 🎤💃🏼🎶 oh he looks so cuuute 😍🥰 wrapped round my fingerrrr 🤞🧎‍♂️ my twisted humor 🤪 make him laugh so often 🤭😇 my honey beeee 🍯🐝 come and get this pollen 🌸🌼 too bad your ex don't do it for ya! ❌️🤷🏼‍♀️ walked in and dream came trued it for ya! 💭🔮 soft skin and I perfumed it for ya! 😌💋 I know I mountain dew it for ya! 🥤😋 that morning coffee brewed it for ya! ☕️ one touch and I brand newed it for ya! 💅✨️ now he's thinkin bout meee 🙋🏼‍♀️ every night 🌙🌌 ohh that's that me espresso 💁🏼‍♀️☕️ say you can't sleeeep 💤 baby I know! 🤭 that's that me espresso 💁🏼‍♀️☕️
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spudbaby941 · 3 days
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Apparently I'm continuing to violate community guidelines so gotta add filters now.Might get reported soon🤷🏼‍♀️
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pastelpinkkadan · 2 days
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What so many Gw*nriels fail to acknowledge or realize about the whole “shadows dancing for Gwyn” thing (which was ONE shadow curling with her BREATH), is that we never see the shadows react to her again.
The BC happened in the middle of ACOSF, not the end. After that, Azriel continued to help the Valkyries (including Gwyn) train. There was also the entire Blood Rite plot.
And through ALL of that, not once have the shadows ever “danced” for her again. They did not react to her presence at training. They did not react to Gwyn being in danger in the Blood Rite. They’ve done NOTHING for her.
The only time they’ve reacted was with her breath. Not before and not since. And we already know from Nesta that when Gwyn sings Nesta’s power reacts to it, and Gwyn’s presence seems to change/glow.
Only. When. She. Sings.
She’s a lightsinger. Or some sort of siren.
And at first I didn’t understand why so many Gw*nriels were against the lightsinger theory, since it would just make Gwyn cooler/more interesting.
But then I realized without that singular shadow “dancing”, and that somehow being a sign that the shadows ~love~ Gwyn and that her and Az are mates…they really don’t have much. 🤷🏼‍♀️
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acesartcafe5555 · 2 days
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Zestial has dad vibes
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So I was watching Hazbin Hotel tonight and Episode 3 resulted in this shitpost drawing of Zestial. Please tell me I’m not the only one who thought he had step dad vibes for Carmilla’s daughters? Also, yeah the drawing isn’t my best work; I just wanted to quickly sketch and trace it out but 🤷🏼‍♀️
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theloveinc · 1 year
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Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit… obsessed with lactation.
No, it’s not a new concept to him—he’s seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.
But now that it’s you, now that it’s his child… it’s interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.
And he’d want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders… but the whole time, he can’t take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.
He’s shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.
Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because he’s seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost… to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.
Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy… but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up what’s left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til there’s milk in abundance once more.
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flintism · 1 year
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honestly it’s kind of unfair of nettle to put all the blame on fitz for not telling her she’s his daughter
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politemagic · 12 days
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have we talked about this video yet??? because mr. token the fourth was FEELING himself during the summoning 🖤
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A feel bad for ladybug
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copias-juicebox · 5 months
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oflights · 3 months
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i know in retellings draco always befriends hermione because he's a nerd or whatever but this morning i was thinking of a retelling where draco befriends ron because he literally just bribes him. like he sees that harry won't bother with him and lbr no one wanted to be friends with first year hermione but ron seems like he'd be easily bought and draco's dad told him those are the easiest people to get on your side. and also wouldn't it be fun to steal away harry potter's anointed best friend?
so he's like "i'm willing to forget you laughed at my name on the train" and literally just buys ron things until he stops being indignant. he buys him a new wardrobe. endless sweets and toys. he writes to his mother like "hello i'm working on something here can u help" and narcissa is immediately on board.
and ron totally is easily bought. he really is. he pretends to still hate draco but also his mother taught him some manners so it's only polite to accept the little git's gifts. his siblings are sick with jealousy, it's great.
and slowly ron's like "maybe he's not so bad" and progresses to "yes he's weird but i've gotten him to stop with the slurs so" to actual friendship that harry and hermione eventually come around to, too.
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fantasiees · 28 days
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Don't listen to this in public pt 3?
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fangsyouverymuch01 · 2 months
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The most unrealistic thing about bdg 3 is not the evil flying mega brain but the fact that every companion is insanely fuckable
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littlewitchbee · 8 months
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stuck on the phone with a client who likes to talk about everything but the job? channel your annoyance through doodles of your favorite little guys
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anna-hawk · 9 days
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Okay, so my expectations of Daredevil Born again are very high.
I need at least 2 topless scenes of:
Charlie in all his hairy glory
Jon with all his muscles + v-line on show
Thank you for your cooperation, Disney!
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parkitaco · 2 months
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some very special shenanigans coming soon to an ao3 near you 👀
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