#day 709

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[709] forg

[jaina-chaosweaver-of-fate]

A thought hit overhead, Dragging this in the dark, Now if only I didn't, Forget where I put the mark.

[haiku-every-day]

The shenanigans, /

the shenanigans partook, /

partook by us all. /

[jimothystu]

Friendly reminder that these pictures exist

[monards]

it is so hard making my ‘keep working and just look forward to this coming up’ event as silver thread or symbiosis , when at the mere thought of either I dissolve in sulphuric acid

[redfagdiver]

Butternut

[dwtdog]

would a drelfie tie you guys over the drontent drought -709

yeah :(

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Posting Hannibal related memes until they save Hannibal, day 709.

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Carino, Let's have a sexy Christmas-Day 17 Miguel O'Hara

Prompt: You get all sexy for Miguel on Christmas...

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 709

Warnings: PiV sex, Doggy Style, Begging, Edging, Daddy Kink, Backshots, Polaroid pictures, aftercare...

"Yes Daddy! Right there, oh f-fuckk!" You cry out as Miguel pounds into you from behind.

His balls slapping harshly on your clit as his cock slides in and out of you at a fast pace.

"Yeah mama, you like that? Beg for it, beg for me to cum all over you."

You wanted it so bad that all you could do was babble incoherent words of his name and 'please'.

He loved how drunk you got off of his cock. He loved seeing you act like a little whore just for him and him only.

You hear the click of a camera and see Miguel using you polaroid camera to take pictures of the pornagraphic scene

You feel his hand slithering towards. your neck before lifting you up so your back is flush with his chest.

He snaps a picture of your face with your mouth agape and wide open.

He drops you back down on the bed as he takes the polaroid out and shakes the picture.

He rests all the photos he took on the nightstand next to you guys' bed.

You hear Miguel groan behind you. "Please Miguel. Please Daddy I'll do anything! Please cum all over my ass please!" You beg.

He chuckles deeply and kisses all along your back and neck. He plays with your clit for a little before feeling his orgasm approaching.

He pulls out and your arch your back more as he strokes himself, whimpering and groaning he spills his load all over your ass and back.

"Yes Daddy! Oh fuck. Yes!" You cry out as you circle your clit feeling your orgasm washing over you as you shake and convulse.

"Did I tell you you could cum?" He asks, voice deep and angry.

"For that mami, your getting a punishment."He says. He slams his cock back deep inside you as he rams into you.

You cry out at the overstimulation and he begins rubbing your clit faster.

"Daddy please! I'm sorry Miggy! I won't doit again! Please!" You beg for him to spare you but your pleas don't work.

He ruthlessly rams into you still and your hands grip the sheets hard. Your knuckles turning white.

Your throat starts to hurt as if all this screaming is making you lose your voice.

He whispers in your. ear, "Your not gonna cum yet. I'll decide that. We've got all night Cariño." He has that smug look on his face when he knows he's won.

He's got you right where he wants you. Wrapped around his thick cock like a good little girl.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!" You cry out. He doesn't respond.

As soon as that feeling is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away and pulls out completely.

You shake and whine out slowly feeling your pleasure fade away. "Miggy please! I'm sorry." You plead and cry hoping he'll relent but he doesn't

This torture goes on for another 30 minutes of you feeling close to your orgasm and then he pulls out completely.

Your ass cheeks hurt from the smacks he sent to them as a punishment.

You feel like your about to pass out when he wakes you up by. sending another stinging slap to your ass.

"Wake up babe, i'll be nice and let you cum now." Your so tired all you do is mumble a faint 'ok'.

You feel it coming yet again and finally release all over the. place.

You squirt all over Miguels cock, the sheets, your thighs all soaked. He loved it. Watching as your fluids mix together.

He takes 4 more pictures using the polaroid. "Well baby, this will be a Christmas to remember..." He responds darkly with a smirk on his face.

Finally he puts you down gently and goes to grab you some water while running the warm water in the tub. He places you inside the tub and lets you sit there to rest.

When you feel the warmth of the water you slowly drift to sleep feeling his hands clean you up.

When you wake up again your in his arms in front of the Christmas tree watching a movie.

You smile to yourself before going back to sleep.

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Day 709: 🐢 & 🦡

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soap's Sister!Reader

Summary: You and Simon had been keeping your relationship a secret from your brother. You were happy, in love, but that all ended the moment Johnny found Simon in your bed.

Notes/warnings: Part 1 of 2. Mention of sexual acts. Angst. Fluff and smut in next part. Typos, I'm sure.

Words: 709

Part 2

You were Johnny’s sister. That alone should have been enough to ensure Simon kept his distance. And that was the plan, as staying away from you would've been the right thing to do; the respectful choice to make concerning the sister of his friend. But once he saw you, all of those thoughts vanished. 

You’d greeted him and Johnny at the door of the Mactavish home with a huge smile spread across your face, illuminating the shade of your eyes, and that was it. Simon was a goner. And to think just seconds prior, he hadn't wanted to come to the annual Mactavish family gathering. 

When offered Johnny’s invitation, Simon had turned him down. He didn’t do parties. He didn’t do loud chattering or large groups—around fifty bodies, Johnny had told him—and he didn’t appreciate hoards of questions hurtling his way. It took a half-hour of borderline begging from Johnny before Simon agreed, simply to get his friend to shut up. 

The drive over was agonizing with Johnny practically bouncing from the excitement of seeing his family all in one place for the first time in years, as Simon sat in the passenger seat with his arms crossed over his chest, anticipating the worst. But then there you were. So beautiful that he forgot his hatred for organized events with people he didn’t know. So gorgeous, and he quickly discovered not lacking in wit and intelligence. While Johnny mingled, you had Simon’s attention in a chokehold—an arousing pressure tight round his neck he never wanted relief from.

He had met pretty women before; funny and smart women, but not like you. Nothing like you. However, it would've been better had you revealed yourself to be dull. If you were dull he could've walked away. He could've avoided the guilt that sunk in when he noticed how Johnny didn't bother to pay attention to the dwindling space between your body and Simon's as the night progressed. Johnny didn't bother because he trusted his friend to do the right thing, as he would trust any teammate that he shared a brotherly bond with.

But Simon was not Johnny's brother. He was not your brother. He was your admirer, your pursuer, and eventually, your lover, just as you became his. A lover that ignited a fire in his belly he’d only ever heard about from Price and Gaz when speaking about their women. He never wanted to let you go. But that bliss ended the moment Johnny found him bare in your bed while you were rinsing off his cum in the shower. 

As he shot up in bed, Simon had two thoughts: how did he not sense someone coming into your apartment, and how did he not hear the knock at your bedroom door that, after going unanswered, prompted Johnny to enter out of concern. But there was a simple explanation. Simon was too sated, too drugged out on you, too exhausted and half asleep after a long morning of sex to register any sound other than your soft humming from the en suite.

Johnny’s face had descended into pure anger—nothing like Simon had ever seen—and he knew there were no excuses to give. Not for the scene, the circumstances, or the lies told in the hope Johnny would never know about the time you spent together behind his back. There were no words as the best thing in Simon's life shattered to bits.

He’d lost his best mate that day, and because of the fit Johnny threw at learning Simon had been sleeping with you for months, he’d lost you as well. He had tried his damnedest to keep you—Love, you’re a grown woman; you can make your own choices; he’ll come around—but all you did was shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto the floor as you reminded him that hurting Johnny was one of the deal-breakers. 

He’d left your apartment with his fingers fisted in his hair, knowing that was the last time he was going to see you. And that had proved true over the following three months. He’d not heard from you. No calls, no texts, no bloody emails. You were done, gone, and Simon was stumbling through a world without you.

A/N: Fluff and smut next part. Thanks for reading 🥰

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sleepy | jh86

✦ word count - 709

✦ summary - in which jack is a horndog, even when asleep.

✦ warnings - smut

✦ ava’s notes - first time posting my writing! i’m super nervous but super excited! i have other fics in the works but i’ve decided to post this first :) … i hope you guys enjoy!

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MOST PEOPLE DREAM when sleeping.

Some even have nightmares. 

Jack? No…no…he fucks in his sleep. 

Ever since you moved in together into a new apartment, and shared the same bed every night, like clockwork, Jack would start to stir and press his semi-hard length into your sleeping body. 

You, of course, wake up because you’re used to it by now. And usually you wouldn’t mind, but he had invited you to join him and his family to spend the summer at the lake house. 

Who were you to say no?

You and his brothers were simply separated by thin walls that didn’t keep in any sounds. One day, you had heard Quinn and Luke arguing in Quinn’s bedroom, and you could make out every word that was said. 

But Jack? He wasn’t affected by the change in circumstances. No, he, yet again, subconsciously pulled you into his warm embrace and rutted his dick into your ass. 

His hot breath was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you from behind. Hands started to wander underneath your shirt - his shirt - until he felt the swell of your breasts. 

You could feel his cock slightly twitch from under his shorts. His hand eventually made its way lower…and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. 

Ditching your underwear, at least for sleeping, sounded like a great idea from now on. From how often he does this, they’re just an obstacle. 

You bit down on your lip and he shoved your panties to the side and started to rub on your clit. Without warning, Jack slipped a finger into your wet cunt and you lightly gasped. He smirked, and you could somehow feel it. 

You weren’t even sure if he was still asleep or awake at this point. His finger curled and he added another finger. It felt too good to stop, but you knew that if he continued, you’d end up caught and the relentless teasing would ensue. 

As one hand fondled your breasts, the other one was occupied with your pussy. 

“Shhhh,” he whispered. He had to have been awake by now. You tried to wiggle away, but with how strong he was, you only managed to somehow get his fingers even deeper. 

Jack rutted his hips against your ass yet again, and you could feel him thrusting into you. “Fuck,” he lowly whispered. 

“Jack,” you whispered out, but he ignored you. Repeating his name again, which seemed to turn him on even more, had him trying to get his boxers off. Once they were on the floor, Jack gently pulled his fingers out of you, and used your arousal as lube. 

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. As he stretched you out, you whimpered and covered your slack mouth with your hand. He just felt so good. 

“Shh baby, this house has thin walls. You gotta be quiet,” he purred out. His lips were sloppily kissing your neck and cheek while lazily thrusting into you. 

He kept hitting the right spot every time. You knew he was awake. 

“You need to keep quiet,” he moaned. His fingers left your breasts and dropped down to circle your tight bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Jack. Feels so good,” you mewled out, blubbering about how he felt so good and don’t stop. 

He could feel your climax approaching rapidly, and his thrusts suddenly started to get more of a reaction out of you. 

You bowed your head down and started to let out a moan, but Jack covered your mouth with his extra hand and muffled your noises. 

“You wanna come?” Nod. “Come with me, baby. Come on my cock like the good girl you are.” And with that, you clenched around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself before slowly pulling out. 

You turned to face him, and his eyes were droopy with a lazy, fucked out smile on his lips. Pecking his lips, you embraced him and he wrapped his arms around your back, nestling his head into your neck. 

Your eyes caught the time. 2:48. Rolling your eyes, you smiled softly and went back to sleep. 

(No one caught you two, you naughty little horndogs.)

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Why were you so shaky? The paint is going to splatter on your clothes. Stop it. You like this shirt. Stop shaking. You should be happy, Y/N. Be happy.

Blink. It's too blurry, blink! Was your vision always so blurry like this?

Yes.

No it's not. Are you crying? You are, aren't you.

"I'm crying?" You're voice was hoarse and quiet. The whole apartment was quiet and your voice was the first one you've heard in a while.

You'd arrived early in the morning only to be greeted by an empty apartment and silence. Your suitcase was the only noise you could hear as you dragged it to the apartment along with it dropping on the floor once you found the spare key and entered.

Your morning was spent deep cleaning and tidying the foreign flat. The dishes were dusty and the carpet had practically gone trough a hurricane. The only pleasure you had taken is unpacking your clothes ( the only items you could bring along ) and finding a fresh canvas waiting for you outside in the balcony.

You thought maybe taking a small painting session would calm your nerves and cool you down. But it didn't. It didn't at all. All it had done was help all the recent events skin in and settle. This would be your new life now.

Streams of hot tears ran down your eyes damping your cheeks. And while some tears ran downpour neck other dripped from your chin onto the colour palette you held in your hand.

With shaky breaths, the paint brush was set down and your palms were quick to rub dry your eyes and tears.

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"I'm . . . Back." Max sighed as he was greeted with silence. He entered the apartment. It would be pushing it if he expected you to welcome him with a smile and a kiss.

Especially after that small wedding. And especially after being to busy to plan and go on a honeymoon. And especially after not coming to pick you up from the airport when he instead chose to go play a game of paddle with his friends.

Only when he saw you painting in the balcony did he feel guilt swell in his chest. He'd treated you like a package didn't he? Ordered you. But even packages you wait for and greet at the door.

This package had to let herself in, and she had apparently seen the chaotic state of the household and took matters into her own hands. Max now knew that he didn't make the best choices. Maybe he shouldn't greet you all smelly and exhausted. Not the best way to greet your new wife.

Oh but what a wife. Max thought dreamily, the cool water from the shower adjusting the temperature of his body. Your skin and body, a blessing from heaven. Your eyes, beautiful big diamonds. Your hair, golden silk.

A true prize you were. He's always wanted to keep you in his pocket ever since he saw you for the first time in high-school back in the day. And although he was a whole two years younger than you with him in year 9 and you in 11, he couldn't help himself.

"There you are." Max smiled as he finally found you, his hand finding your bicep and stopping you in your track. "Hey." The greeting was gentle and whispered in your ear, his arm finding your waist and pulling you in a kiss.

"Hi." You whispered just as quietly, looking down to avoid his eyes. You always thought they were too blue and big for his head. People with blue eyes always creeped you out.

"I missed you." "You did?" "Of course I did." Max chuckled , pressing another kiss to your lips. "I see you found my gift." He gestured to the window where the canvas sat drying. "I was going to make you something to eat. I didn't know when you were coming. I didn't hear you come in." "That's fine. I was thinking we can go eat . . . out i mean. eat out . . . You want to eat out?" "—Yeah yeah, I can eat out." You nodded quickly, the awkwardness was growing quickly.

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