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so i started watching animal kingdom

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guys im watching animal kingdom and i fucking love all the scenes with pope and lena. i’m only on season 3 pls i need more domestic pope

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was inspired when i saw someone mention lamb x herding dog x wolf and thought of soapghost and reader.

just imagine one night johnny finished herding the lambs back to the shed when he realized one little lamb wasn’t accounted for. so he goes back out into the pasture looking for that lamb, for you. he never admitted it but he was always fond of you. so as he came over the hill, following your scent into the woods, the hair on his back stood up when he saw your neck in the jaws of a beast.

he bared his teeth into a snarl as he approached, eyes scanning over the image in front of his eyes, you trembling in fear.

“leave the wee lamb be.”

the beast chuckled at that, licking a stripe down your neck where some blood was dripping before dropping you beneath him.

“we’re more alike than you think, dog.”

his voice dark and filled with desire to just take, take, take. his stance hovering over his prize, not too fond on letting it go so easily. he’ll just have to convince his foe to partake with him. convincing him might not be as hard as he thinks. he could see it written across the mutts face. the way your body was trembling, bloodied, eyes begging for your protector. it was riling both of them in different ways. one’s desire to protect and the others to devour.

johnny slowly stalked forward, teeth still bared, a low rumble of a growl, never letting his guard down. you slowly reached out for him, a whisper of a plea, so desperately wanting him near but trapped under your taker. it was all your fault. your curiosity getting the best of you. every night you’d see glowing eyes in the forest, peering at you, and each night desperately wanting to take a closer look.

this time you got too close, pulled away from your safe place and into the arms of a wolf.

“ ‘ave a taste. sweetest lil’ prey i’ve had—“

“she’s mine.” johnny growled which only made the beast chuckle darkly, before one of his big paws pushed you beneath johnny.

“she can be ours and i’ve already marked the little thing.” he grunted, and after introducing himself to be called simon. the contrast between the two of them was frightening. your kind wasn’t supposed to be drawn to creatures so rough, so large and with teeth like razors but here you were. so soft, so pliable and easily claimed.

johnny nuzzled his head against yours, breathing in your scent, hovering close, ready to clean the bite wound on your neck. you whimpered as his tongue swiped along your pulse point, he was warm and gentle, so different.

“ thare thare, i’ve got ya wee lamb.” he muttered, and you felt relief wash over you. it was soon gone when you saw those peering golden eyes in the night stare at the two of you with a teethy grin, tongue licking its lip with hunger.

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craziest photo ever. like what

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cw: simon riley x f!reader, sexual themes, derogatory language, size kink, size differences, alcohol + smoking mentioned, just porn with no plot. not proofread.

just thinking about how much of a man simon is. in all the worst perverse ways. how rough around the edges he is, years of violence engraved deep inside his bones, the wrath simmering inside.

drives around black beat up truck, doesn’t bother cleaning it even, why would he when he’s always out for his next deployment? his apartment in manchester, a hole in the wall, the stereotypical guy’s apartment with barely any furniture or decor, just the bare minimum of essentials. oh, and the fact that the place reeks of cigarettes. always got one hanging from his scarred lips just to take a bit of the edge off, to relax the kink in his neck, feed his addiction.

how you ran into him, or rather he into you, was highly unexpected. not the usual type of guys you’d hang around, too skittish to even approach a man of his stature. all brute and brawn. covered head to toe in black, worn out combat boots and black sunglasses covering his face.

you could still see the ugly scars left behind across his face, a crooked nose, and everything in you would of ran away and screamed in terror. would of key word, so why aren’t you? well, you can’t really run away from a man who’s built like a tree, towering over you, cornering you against the bar like a creep. and of course he’d say some bullshit like—

“wh’ts a pretty lil’ bird like you doing ‘ere?” fingers moving your hair to the side to expose more of your face, neck on display, he could seen you swallow uncomfortably under his gaze not that he cared. all he could think about is burying his cock in your tight cunt. he’d been undressing you with his eyes for the past half hour since you walked in. a couple of whiskeys already down the hatch.

you don’t answer, tongue tied, as he sits down beside you, the chair squeaking under his weight. eyes trailing down your body, not ashamed at all and it makes you feel warm all over. you feel sick when you subconsciously clench your thighs together as you take another sip of your drink.

“hm, i’ll wait till you’re finished.” he’d comment, voice gruff and almost on the verge of sounding inconvenienced that he has to wait another minute before he can get you on your back, writhing and crying.

and you just let him get away with it?

the two of you walk out or he guides you out, hand on the nape of your neck as he leads you to his shitty ride, opening the door for you and grabbing a handful of your ass on the way in making you squeak. maybe, it was the buzz that was making you feel so pliant or maybe you fiend for someone to take control.

the whole drive to his flat was silent, his hand on your thigh the whole way, and it weirdly felt right. like this was meant to happen.

and then of course, he’d get his way. a man like him gets what he wants, doesn’t matter if it isn’t easy, his life has never been easy. so it’s only fair he finds the sweetest thing he could get his hands on to ease the pain? sate the beast inside him.

you’re on all fours, his bear paw of a hand pushing your face into the mattress, your mascara smudged down the side of your tear stained cheek. back as arched as it could go, his hips rutting into your cunt, hard and slow. he’s got a cigarette hanging from his lips because he doesn’t have to fully focus on you, no— he can do two things at once, he can enjoy his nicotine and a wet cunt just fine.

“fuck, feel s’good, bird.” he grunts, voice muffled from the fag between his lips. all you can do his sob from the overstimulation, at this point you can’t even remember how many times you’ve come. your nails are digging into the mattress and little, oh oh ohs are falling from your red and puffy lips,

“p-please.. si-!” you’d cry as his hand slapped the fat of your ass, just a pathetic mess at his will. even with how wet you are, his cock still stung, walls clenching down so hard from his wide he’s stretching you out.

“fuckin’ whiny lil’ bitch, aren’t ya?” he’d grumbled as he reached over to his night stand, smooshing his cigarette into an ashtray before he flipped you over on your back. fitting himself between your thighs, and plunging himself back into your warmth. and he sighed like he just entered heaven. one of his arms bracing himself above you, his other hand raising to your cheek, a finger wiping away a few new tears. now that made your pathetic little heart flutter.

“cunts weeping for more, huh?” and he’s so disgusting about it all. no sweet talk, just crude words and filth filling the air.

his hand wraps around your throat before he gives you a kiss that practically takes your breath away. all teeth and tongue, sloppy and wet. his hips jutting into yours hard as he groans like a wounded bear before filling you with his seed. your mind so foggy you couldn’t even fathom speaking the words, ‘not inside’ before it happened. oh well. that’s a problem for another time.

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no warnings: kinda a prompt i’m working on. 141 x reader, price x reader. john’s controlling and has a raging daddy kink.

john price always knows. of course, he knows what’s best for his team. he oozes authority, carries himself with ease, all tasks made with precision. everything’s calculated in his head, he knows exactly what he wants— what you need. can see it as clear as day. ever since you joined his brigade, he could see it written over your face. you needed guidance and he gave you just that.

you’re different than everyone else but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re an astounding addition to the team, the missing piece to their puzzle, the cherry on top.

you’re quite like simon. quiet, trouble with social cues, sensitivity to certain textures or noises. just like his simon, he knows exactly what you need to ease your anxious mind. he’s just gotta take it slow, ease his way into your space, not only as your captain— but more.

john has to know the whereabouts of his team so he makes it a habit of learning your schedule to a t. right about this time when hours were winding down he’d see you in the mess hall. a snack set off to the side untouched as you fiddled with a hand gun, dismantling it piece by piece to clean it throughly.

“It’s late, sergeant. PT is at 0500.” His voice echoed throughout the empty room. You flinched a bit but your shoulders relaxed when you registered who was speaking to you.

“I’m almost done..” You murmured, lost in thought, fingers connecting pieces together now.

Hm. That won’t do.

He takes a couple steps forward, peering over your shoulder, hands still at work. You’d never disobey him but sometimes your mind gets fixated on one thing— he understands, you have no idea how much. Sometimes you need a little nudge in the right direction. That’s what he’s for, right?

His right hand comes up to gently grasp the nape of your neck, almost like scuffing a dog, and you instantly halted.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” His thumb gently caressing your pulse point, a shiver running up your spine. You looked at the table, realizing you got so caught up on cleaning your hand gun you never ate like you were supposed to. Making it so tedious that you completely forgot about the time. It’s like your brain woke up from his touch. Your face felt warm and you thanked the low lighting in the cafeteria.

“N-No, Captain.”

Still a shy thing. He’ll break you in, just like he did with the rest of the boys. Make you his at last. Make it known that you belong here, that you deserve to feel taken care of. That you’re right where you’re supposed to be. And he’ll lead you just as he’s done these past couple of months. He’ll make it stick.

His hand released your neck, fingers lightly grazing down your pony tail, before it backs in his front pocket. You immediately stand, holstering your gun, and bagging away your uneaten food. Now fully turned, facing him, his eyes trained on your every move. You stood still for a moment, waiting for dismal, waiting for another command. Something you always relied on, deep down, your body buzzed with every order given to you,

“You’re dismissed, love. And good job on your field strip.” He said, a small smirk gracing his face, eyes crinkling, the pit of your stomach felt warm at the praise.

“Yes, Captain. Thank you..” Voice perked up, a curt nod and you were on your way.

One of these days he’d like to finally hear you say John. But he knows he’s got to take his time with you.

When you got back to your room, Johnny was up still, the light of his phone illuminating his face.

You sighed, feeling your body relax as you sat down on your bed. Your hands clasping to your face, the palms of your hands feeling cool on top of your cheeks. You body couldn’t help reacting this way with him. It always happened—

“Yer blushin’ like a wee school girl, dove.” Johnny laughed, which made you throw a pillow at his face.

“If you say a word to anyone I’ll stab you.” You grumble, which only made him chuckle again.

“Och Relax. Yer naught the first person to git the hots for the Captain. Trust meh.” He smiled, and you don’t know if that’s supposed to make you feel better or just intrigued on who else feels the same about him the way you do.

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mdni

i saw a post talking about soap being an actual loser who’s never got any action in his life. growing up catholic and then serving in the military he’s never had any actual experience. he compensates by chatting up birds and lying about how experienced he is. he radiates arrogance when he’s actually desperate to be in between a pretty birds thighs for once.

so when he meets you at the pub and you fall for his lies and the both of you end up on your couch. your on top of him rutting against his jeans, whimpering against his kisses, and he feels like his on cloud nine. and then he feels himself getting close already and he wants to shoot himself in the leg right there.

“bonnie.. ‘old on—“ and then his hands are gripping your hips so tight and the most guttural groan leaves his lips, head thrown back against the back of the couch, and he’s panting like a dog. and then you have the nerve to giggle which makes his neck heat up in embarrassment.

“tsk, naughty boy.” you purred, hand going to curl at the base of his neck, gripping his hair and pushing his lips to yours again. that’s when johnny felt a wire switch inside his brain and he felt himself chubbing up again.

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simon riley who’s desperate for love. who yearns to be wanted or needed. being in the military for so long, it’s a challenge going back to civilian life. that wanting only grows when he moves in next to a pretty little thing.

he makes a habit of smoking his cigarette out front at exactly the time you stubble on home from your shifts at work everyday. any chance to see that pretty face was his reason to even go on living.

you on the other hand find him a bit creepy. at first. it took some time to warm up to. who wouldn’t feel unease when you see a man bear-like and over six feet with a skill baklava on? you’ve never seen his face but deep down you’ve been dying to figure this guy out. you’d always say hello to him on your way home, the only time you’d see a part of his face, mask pulled up over his nose that looked to be a bit crooked, lips scarred, and you came to the conclusion that maybe he was a famous boxer? you had many ideas on what he did in his life and most came down to some sort of violence.

he seems rough but maybe parts of him were tender and sweet and and and—

“ ‘ello? you hear me?” a gruff voice shook you from your day dream. there goes your fuzzy brain again, forgetting where you are, where are you?

a hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and you realize your arms are burning because you’re carrying your groceries and the elevator door up to your flat at opened waiting for the two of you to get off.

“ ‘ere lemme get that.” your neighbor, simon had said grabbing the two bags and carrying them with ease as he waited for you to lead him to your home. you only muttered a small ‘thank you’ face filling up with heat from embarrassment, daydreaming about your neighbor when he’s right next to you!

as you were opening your door he waited behind you. you were about to open your mouth to tell him he could just leave them by the door but he pushed past you, and headed straight to the kitchen.

“si- simon, you really don’t have to!” you stuttered out as you followed him to the kitchen, watching him set the bags down and unpack them. you felt so nervous having him in your house, this was the first time he’s ever been in here, you’d only had dreamed of him being in here—

“makes me feel useful.” he only murmured, and he felt like you could see the grin underneath his mask. you tried helping him but he only grumbled for you to sit down. so you just watched him put your things away, surprised to see that he knew exactly where everything was meant to go. and when all was done, you followed him out the door, thanking him for all his help.

your eyes eyeing the broadness of his back as you followed behind him, noticing his jumper had the name riley on the back. he stood on your welcome matt before turning around, his mask ridden up to show his scarred lips.

“i’ll be back for dinner, yeah?” his hand coming up to cup your cheek, placing the softest kiss on your lips, a small squeak leaving your mouth in surprise. you only nodded when he pulled away and watched him walk back into his place.

yup, you’re definitely crushing hard on your neighbor.

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just thinking of john price cause it always comes down to him when you’re riddled with daddy issues.

you have the habit of sitting in his lap while he talks about things you couldn’t even understand, and you probably could understand if you paid close attention but you were too preoccupied watching his lips wrap around his cigar or the feel of his fingertips lightly grazing your exposed thigh or the fact that if you pressed yourself close enough you could feel him getting hard underneath his wore out jeans.

“honey, you listenin’?” his gruff voice called out to you and broke your fuzzy mind. you slow blinked at him, like a cat does with its owner, nodding softly.

“mhm, all ears.” you chirped back, thighs spreading wider to accommodate his hips, clothed cunt now resting right on top of his groin. one of his hands gliding up to grip your hip, rocking you forward, a small gasp leaving your lips.

“yeah? what did i say then?”

when you couldn’t answer his question he ended up pulling his cock out, filling your pretty cunt and having you repeat exactly what he said. you ended up cockwarming him for about an hour before he decided to reward you.

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i want to write more but my mind is blank. all i know is i want johnny to make me his dog

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just thinking about johnny being jealous and hating when he’s not the center of attention. a scottish man with a mohawk, how could he not be an attention seeker?

sitting at the bar johnny was nursing a glass of whiskey. the boys had been spread across the bar and he got stuck alone and slightly tipsy already. nobody’s come to talk to him yet and that’s brought his mood down significantly. usually he’s gone home by now with a pretty bird wrapped in his arms.

his eyes start scanning the bar looking for his saving grace. if he was getting anything tonight he new exactly where to go.

tha’ fuck?

his eyes had locked on to the big brute chatting up the prettiest thing he’s seen in awhile. she seemed timid, eyes fluttering, her fingers fumbling with her glass as she looked up at this weird fellow with a mask.

johnny downed the rest of his drink before walking towards the two.

“ah was lookin’ for ya, si.” johnny practically purred, pushing his way between the two of you and leaning himself up against the wall. simon gave him a deep hum, eyes squinting, knowing exactly what he wanted. like a dog asking for a bone.

you watched this whole interaction, downing the rest of your drink to ease the tension in your body. they looked pretty close…were they—

“why don’t ya introduce yourself, love?” simon’s gruff voice broke the silence, his eyes looked heavier as they looked at you, it looked like he moved closer to johnny too. what is happening?

“oh, uh, hi..johnny.” you murmured so sweetly, you told him your name, and he gave you a toothy grin in return.

“aren't ye sweet? hud tae see whit's git mah man's attention nicked fae me... Ah kin see why..” his eyes raking down your body, eyes steady on the cleavage peeking from your little top. didn’t help that you had clasped your hands in front of you out of nervous habit, not noticing the way your arms pushed your tits out even further for the filthy bastards in front of you.

“oh my god.. i’m so sorry. i didn’t know!” you frantically apologized, hand coming to rest on his bicep before turning to leave this terribly awkward situation. of course simon was taken, 6’5 bulk of a man, and his boyfriend was just as handsome.

johnnys finger hooked into your loop of your jeans pulling you back agaisnt him. your ass flush against his hips now, arm sprawling across your waist to pull you in incredibly close. you felt your face heat up when you notice simon get in front of the two of you boxing the both of you against the wall, shielding you from the rest of the crowded bar.

“look perfect wrapped up in his arms, birdie.” simon drawled out, fingers grazing along your cheek, pressing his thumb against the bottom of your lip. you felt your knees buckle but luckily johnny was there to hold you still.

you felt so overwhelmed but so fucking good. fuck it. two hot men fawning over you? when will you ever get this opportunity again. suddenly you were turning in johnnys arms, his forehead pressed against yours, hands splayed across the fat of your ass giving it a tight squeeze. a little squeak leaving your lips.

“now give ‘im a kiss. our boy needs us, yeah?” simon whispered agaisnt your ear.

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john just has that way about him that will make you fold instantly, even if you put up a fuss.

you’ve been out with your girls to celebrate one of their birthdays. you’ve been bar hopping and you’ve been out for quite some time. when you grabbed your phone for the first time in a few hours you couldn’t help but see a bunch of notifications from your husband. fuck. you’ve been drinking so much you never gave him an update on how you’re doing. before you could drunkenly text him, one of your friends shouted your name.

they only laughed as they pointed behind you towards the door.you giggled before turning to see what she was laughing at. you followed her eyes to back to see your john standing there…not looking to happy.

“go! looks like you’re in troubleeeee” your friend giggled some more, taunting you, and you only shook your head before waddling your way past the crowd to him.

when you finally got there, you swayed a bit in front of him, his bear paw of a hand gripping your hip tightly to stable you. when you began to open your mouth he only scoffed and pushed you past the door.

“not a word.” he grumbled as you two walked outside the cold air hitting your face was starting to sober you up a bit.

“hey, hey, slowww down!” you whined, beginning to fuss in his hold. he only ignored you as the two of you got closer to his truck. you started to get annoyed because how dare he show up and practically scold you in front of your friends! you’re a grown women you can handle yourself. you pushed yourself off him as you stood a couple feet away from the truck.

“i- i’m not done. i want to go back inside.” you murmured, swaying a bit.

“no, you’re not. you can barely stand. now get in, c’mon.” his head jerked towards the truck, both of his hands resting hips. fuck, he looked good.

you giggled a little, maybe you can mess with him a little more. you liked when he looked mad.

“howww about no?” you smiled biting your lip, you took a small step back, taunting him.

“dove. don’t make me say it again. we can play when we get home, how’s that sound?” his voice drawled out, a small grin of his own appearing on his face.

you pouted, not so easily convinced.

he finally stalked his way back to you, his hands gripping your hips to pull you close. one of them came up to grip your jaw before devouring you into a kiss. you knees buckled as your hands gripped his shirt. a small whimper leaving your lips when he pulled away.

“c’mon, get in.” he said once more, his tongue clicking as he motioned his head back to the truck again. if you had a tail it would of been wagging. john gave you a small tap on the bum before opening the door for you to get in.

i hate knowing that if john price clicked his tongue at me as if i were a stray cat, i would get into his car without hesitation

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guys i just watched noseferatu and im thinking about the whole dynamic but ghost x soap x reader. hear me out…

reader being haunted by her past. her parents cruel about her ‘hallucinations’ and talk of a dark spirit that had latched itself to her. her shame and guilt of being soiled by this ghost when she felt so alone, so unloved, that she called into the night, and there he came. years later, she found a doting husband who’s presence subsided her thoughts of the past. his love easing her mind and heart. until one night she had a vision, a vision of death all surrounding her. it was him. that ghost that had been haunting her since childhood has come back for more. but her husband coos, telling her it’s alright, that he isn’t real— until he sees the beast for himself.

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if tumblr ever got shut down i’d probably end it all. like all my smut gone?!?!?!? i would have withdrawals

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does anyone know how to get over someone? i feel so stuck. i feel like i’ll never feel this way about anyone else.

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i always get the gut wrenching urge to just disappear and not exist in anyone’s world, cause it wouldn’t even make a difference if i did

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sorry for suddenly stopping talking to you yeah lol i had a curse laid upon my mind and it convinced me that you hated me. no sorry i activated it due to my own folly. yeah i miss you a lot but you do hate me now