Same Tho

imagine all the kinky people trying to look up “sub” these days and getting a bunch of oceangate news instead of what they were expecting.

and then discovering a new kink

Tony: Alright, can we just address the elephant in the room here? I know, this is weird. Mistakes were made…

Steve: By you.

Tony: …And people got hurt…

Steve: By you.

Saying “this niche, properly tagged, warned, and rated piece of fiction could theoretically hurt someone” is not a good argument. This properly labeled cookie with the allergen information at the bottom that contains gluten could theoretically harm me very badly, but only if I consume it. Tags are like nutrition labels, and warnings are like allergy information. If you know you have an allergy to something, the logic is to stay away from it. It is the same with fiction. I’m not running through stores yelling at people to take all the products with gluten off the shelves just because it could hurt me. Instead I ignore it and go to the gluten free section and find cookies that are right for me. And if running through a grocery store yelling sounds ridiculous, that’s because it is. Stop doing the same with fiction.

Coney Island- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Based on a request:

Helloo, it's my first ask here but i saw something on tiktok about having a specific type of a guy that's; closed off, stoic and stuff but he has a soft spot for a specific person and reader thinking its them but no. I just need angst😭 honestly. That's all thank you!!

F!Reader, death of character(s), angst, platonic!relationship, no happy ending --

Months before your death, that is when he broke your heart. He was so cold and rude to most people on base but there was one person who could touch Simon and talk past Ghost. The men of the task force were on his best side, but she was on the special side of his life. You always thought it was you, the one who could be his entire life only to find out you weren't even on the list.

He never spoke much of his life to you, you only heard bits from the other men but as any fool does you believed it was for him and you to have some sort of good place in this Earth. For months he gave you flickers of hope and you sure believed they were real. Each time you thought you were passing those high walls of his, there seemed to be a new wall you never heard of. A labyrinth with no way out and the way in has been closed off by spikes. His cruel words of that day were such spikes.

"Lieutenant-" you paused as you had seen him and the girl sitting on the bench, how he was so open to her. All his emotions were out for her to see and hear. He painted the sky with his hurt and past but it was for her eyes only, never to be yours. All the questions you asked, only to be spoken to her, never to you. You'd jump in front of a bullet, grenade or anything to protect his past and mind and he'd discard it. His insecurities, fears and all those years of trauma, laid for her and her only.

It was clear then that it was a team of two, him and her. You began to question it all, the nights he asked about your life, telling you...no, pleading you to tell him, that it was the only way for him to open up to you. The nights you cried to him, all your weapons laid for him to point them and shoot you in the back. Losing your mind over minor mistakes and still he held her close, never you.

If I pushed you to the edge But you were too polite to leave me?

The day he lost you, what a nightmare was that day. The smoke in the streets, the passing bullets, one for your chest and the invisible one for his heart. Despite the hurt he brought upon you, you never left. The reason even to this day makes his head ponder. What is he now? Why is he alive and not you? The blood that leaked from your body, the way his hands were painted with crimson, how he lost you and gained a new shade to paint the skies for her.

Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Every time he could, there he was. Talking about his sorrows to you now underground. The flowers that he replaced every time he was there, always fresh for the garden he forgot to make while you were alive. The first question he would ask you in the afterlife or in the next life is, "Can you forgive me?" and would you? Can you be so delicate with his dying heart?

Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest grey?

Back at the place where he knew he lost you, you were alive then but that morning he lost his friend. "R/N, listen to me, it's not that I don't trust you-" you shake your head and chuckle. "No? Then what is it, lieutenant? Hate? shame? I told you about all of me and now here you are. I am me, I can't be someone else, all of me has been shown to you! And you can't trust me? This is rubbish, sir! I can't hide anything from you, here I am...what more can't you see!" That is all you wanted, just a little piece of him because he took all of you.

Coney Island, the place where he saw your first death.

And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

Eighteen months after your death, that's when he got into the worst gunfight of his career. Everyone was injured that time, Soap with a bullet in his leg, Gaz with a severe concussion, Price laid on the floor as blood dripped down from his shoulder and there he was, alone and behind a wall, tears ran down his face. The first time he was scared in a long time was that night. Bullet on his arm, cut by his torso and the image he had of you by his chest dripped with his blood.

The speech he gave at your funeral, how in his many years of service he had never been so afraid to speak. The room filled with friends and family, all looked at him. He felt as if they all knew the pain he caused your heart, what if they did? GODDAMNIT WHY NOW!

"The funniest person I had by my side was her, stupid jokes I learned from her now said to others." The speech went on for 10 minutes because he had more to say than the five sentences to say. And in each sentence, none of them had your name. He was afraid to even say it for he had no right to ever say your name not after he was the one with the knife on Coney Island.

But I think that I forgot to say your name Over and over

As he felt his life near the end, the last thing he saw was your face, fingers caressing the photograph.

"R/N," was his last breath.

Omg i cried so hard

Dust

Marvel

Pairing: Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1394

Warning: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS, vivid description of injury, character death, angst, sadness

Summary: The end of Infinity War, except I decided to make it just that bit worse. 

A/N: There’s a reason this is a Stark!Reader imagine, as I changed the plot a bit so I could make myself cry that bit harder. Spoiler alert, it worked very well. Also, yeah, I jumped on the bandwagon. I know there are loads of imagines about the ending of IW but it was too angsty and painful to not write something soooooo.

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mdni | 18+ | pt. 1

cw/ size difference, dacryphilia, cucking, bi panic, slight dubcon

“It's all right, luv,” Simon whispered reassuringly as he stroked your thigh comfortingly with his thumb. “Johnny doesn’t think your sweet cunt can take me in. You’re just gonna show him that’s not true, yeah?”

You didn’t know what had happened between the two while you were away. But whatever it was made you spread your legs on your boyfriend’s lap, in nothing but your underwear and a spaghetti top, while his best friend watched you two on the small coffee table a few centimeters away.

“Looks like a little dolly on yer lap,” Johnny grunted out as he enjoyed the view in front of him. “Aren’t ya gonna answer Simon, bonnie?”

You nodded a little shyly. You and Simon had been dating for a while now and Johnny’s presence was one you were used to, but not like this - never like this. “…yes, m’sorry.” You mumbled out after Johnny prompted you. Of course you didn't know what to say, your thoughts were probably all over the place right now.

Your boyfriend hummed deeply, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. “Don’t worry about it, you just get a little dumb when I touch you like this, hm? You like being looked at while I do it?” He asked you while his thumb rubbed circles over your clothed clit at the same time.

You nodded slightly embarrassed and turned your eyes away from Johnny, whose gaze was fixed on Simon’s movements. “Hmm, yes...”

“Yeah?” Simon repeated your answer as he spread your leg wider with one hand on your thigh to give his best friend a better view of your cunt. “Let him see a bit more then,” he replied as he grabbed the side of your panties so that he could pull them away from your pussy. He always liked fucking you while you kept them on since they looked so cute on you. Such a stark contrast against his throbbing dick.

Johnny groaned as he caught sight of your puffy little hole and held his cock over his pants as if trying to control himself. “Bloody hell, were ya two fuckin’ last night or why does her cunt look so damn raw?”

Simon tried shoving your panties even further to the side, hooking his other arm under your thigh so he could push your lips apart since he wanted to get a better look. “This morning, actually.” He replied curtly while looking over your shoulder for a second, before lifting your body a little so that he could pull down his sweatpants and boxers. “She should be prepped enough. What do you think mate, should I just tuck it in?” He asked his best friend, talking over you as if you weren’t even there - as if you had no say in anything because you were only here to take what Simon was willing to give you.

You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought and instinctively wanted to close your legs to cause some friction. Though, your boyfriend kept a firm grip on your leg as he waited for a response.

Johnny’s eyes glazed over at how big Simon’s cock was next to your swollen little hole. He watched as he began to rub it with your slick, imagining taking his friends cock deep down his throat so that he could slide into you even easier afterward. “It’s still gonna hurt...” he mumbled to himself, wanting to see it happen.

Simon grunted. “It’s gonna hurt no matter what I do.” He stated. “Even bled like a virgin the first time we did it.”

A groan escaped Johnny’s mouth as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut to keep himself from cumming in his pants like a pathetic loser here and now. “Do it then. Force it in her, aye?”

Simon's eyes finally met yours. “You heard him, luv.” Was all he said as he moved your body the way he wanted - as if you really were just his little dolly. He spread your legs wide with his hands before briefly releasing his hold on your body so that he could position his tip at your sensitive opening.

You could already feel the first tears gathering in your eyes when your boyfriend stuffed you bit by bit. He tried to comfort you with his closeness and hushed whispers, but he didn’t slow down even when you begged him to. “Please Si. It hurts, hurts so much. Stop for a second.” You cried out but Simon made no move to comply with your request. “Hush, m‘almost done. Just take the last bit like a good girl and cry some more for me, yeah?” He whispered in a grunting voice, squeezing the rest into you with one last thrust and sighing happily after he felt his hips touch your ass. “Good. Now spread your legs.” He ordered you after he released his grip so that you could shakily show off what was going on between them.

Simon was pleased with your presentation as he pulled your shirt over your breasts so you could look even prettier for them. “You see that Johnny?” He asked him as if he hadn’t been trying not to blink for the last few minutes so that he wouldn’t miss anything. “Pretty girl, took it to the hilt.”

“Aye, looks like ya were right...” He replied and didn’t mind losing the little argument between them. Not in the slightest, he thought while his eyes remained focused on the scene before him.

“Should help her out then since you underestimated her so much, hm?”

tom holland doing them things i like: THAT.

If Stuntmen from the old movies don’t have your full respect then I just don’t know what to say to you

Idk abt those billionaires who paid quarter of a million for a sub but that pussy must be crazy if it got five guys stuck in it