#let me do stupid shit and let it have consequences

[necronomeconomicism]

Ok gotta talk about it.

As a Jewish historian, I fucking hate Israel in ways most probably will never be able to comprehend. I'm going to try and explain it anyways. The central creation myth of Israel is that it is Jewish, and then consequently, that Israel is a part of Jewishness. Its easy to simply state this is false, but fully comprehending this and putting it into practice in thought and deed seems rare to me.

The evil at the heart of this violence predates the recent acceleration of genocide. Israel is a colony, and more than that, an antisemitic fraud itself. After WW2, when Israel was being founded, the Jews of Europe generally did not wave goodbye to their neighbors and head to the promised land. Many were expelled from their homes. Zionism itself, as an action, was a false choice at the time. A mere excuse to place an ally in the middle east, and an excuse to complete the expulsion and destruction of the European Jew. The Zionist Jew is more than complicit in this, they actively seek the destruction and assimilation of all other Jews.

Many fail to realize, and largely because of Israel, that Jews are not inherently white, Ashkenazi, European-descended people. Our faith and culture has an immense variety that is spread all across the globe. Jewishness, in population and volume of culture, exists more so outside of Israel than within it. Israel is for a very specific kind of Jew. The kind that lets Yiddish die, that attaches themselves to European things, that makes themselves and their practices as white as possible.

And they have the nerve, the fucking belligerent GALL, to frame themselves as the necessary saviors of our people. To the Zionist, questioning Israel is to question Jewishness itself. They bake adoration for the colonial machine into their very prayers, and push them on us even as children. To *not* oppress, to *not* kill, to *not* genocide, is to invite death. This is the core of fascistic thought, of course. "Kill them before they kill us." And they KNOW this too, they really do. The truth of that irony does not matter, because as is true for all fascists, the truth itself does not matter to them. They wanted this, they wanted this even before the British saw it in their best interest to give them the land. Any excuse to RETVRN, as the neo-nazis say of Rome, or the German Empire, or whatever the fuck stupid country they want to poorly animate the corpse of. Some select Zionists even *sided with the fucking Nazis* in agreement they should abandon Europe to colonize Palestine. (Haavara Agreement)

My people have proved time and time and time again you don't need a nation state to have an enduring culture. We have protected ourselves for thousands of years without the help of these spiteful, doom-saying maniacs. I was going to post something like this on Passover, but that would be hypocritical. The state of Israel doesn't actually have shit to do with Jewishness. שְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְה Vi tsu derleb ikh im shoyn tsu bagrobn. [my best translation] Hear Israel (beginning of a prayer in Hebrew) I should outlive him long enough to bury him. (an old Yiddish curse)

Free Palestine. Donate what you can, they need it right now.

#free palestine #israel #jews for palestine #jews against israel #jewish history #antisemitism #jews against genocide

[blorbologist]

🖤💚

for the unpopular opinions asks

:DD Thank you! You get Percy rambles because that's where the brain goes past midnight <3

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?

Very, very quietly: my yearly reminder to everyone that Percy knew what he was doing when he invented Gun. The entire character concept, per Taliesin, is 'what the fuck could motivate someone to make something this awful'. He did not invent Gun to free Whitestone, he did not invent Gun to rid the world of terrible evil, he invented Gun because he was a terrified and hurt and furious teenager who did not care what consequences there were to his actions so long as he maybe, possibly, might be able to kill some of the people responsible for his family's deaths. Once it does hit him that he will have to live with the consequences, that others will live with this same pain because of the havoc firearms can sow, he definitely feels awful! And wants to undo it as best he can! But it remains that he was a deeply selfish character.

And still is! No Mercy Percy is a fun meme and all, but he really leans into a lot of needless cruelty when he's scrambling for control. Which pops up again even after the Briarwoods arc is all done with - he is absolutely furious at Scanlan and some of what he mildly brings up to Vex is horrifying shit to say you'd do to a friend.

Anyways he's perfectly in character in C3 and I will die on this hill. And get raised as an undead by Delilah because PERCY WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT THE WHOLE THING -

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

OK, so I know we (by we I mean me) all love to point at Percy and go 'this man is autistic please let him infodump about the Feywild/clocks/engineering stupid dragon traps'. But there is a really good reason why everyone was shocked by his backstory reveal in C1, and why he's got so few lines in the first two episodes of TLOVM, and that's because he's pretty fucking quiet. And it's something I didn't fully appreciate until recently, so it's really understandable how often it trips people up!

The main thing is that while Lord de Rolo is usually a man of few words, those words are fucking bangers. While a lot of Vax's famous lines tend to be part of a long Shakespearian ramble (which I love), Percy, as a Taliesin character, is a master of the one-liner. Which tends to get over-represented in our memory compared to how often he says very little at all!

Percy often gets wordy when he has a space to do so (a debate with Keyleth, a bit of Whitestone lore Taliesin wants to yell about, nerding out with Tary who is importantly nerding out right back)... and when he's talking to Vex. God he will not shut up when he's one-on-one with Vex. In his conversations with other characters (Vax and Keyleth namely) he usually keeps his input short unless he's doing some arguing. But with Vex? Just won't stop.

So while I do think infodumping can be compliant with canon Percy, he needs to either be doing it in tandem with someone else (he and Keyleth or Tary being little weirdos), he has to have a solid excuse to indulge in it and feel justified, or he and Vex are alone. (Cass can probably get him to infodump, but given her nature as an NPC there isn't much textual evidence alas.)

Ask me about my unpopular opinions!

#ask game #holds up the de blorbo..... he

[lastoneout]

I just love it when video games let you do really stupid shit that kills you immediately. I love being like "oh this is a terrible idea" and being able to do it and then die. It's good game design.

#like how fnv lets you run right up to a deathclaw at like lvl one and then you die #it's good #let me do stupid shit and let it have consequences #even if those consequences are just “yeah driving into a gas giant kills you stupid”

[jrueships]

tbh tho i think my art is fugly af LMFAO

#not in a '>w< eeeek! i wish i could drawww 🥺 i can only cobble such measle crap with my lowly peasant paws.. *unveils mona lisa*' #sense but like a my style makes me want to hurl whenever i look at it bcs it's a constant reminder that it can only be what i can make it be #and bcs it looks bad to me then that means i cant make things look good if u get my sense like #idk man 😭!! im just sick of being scribbly!! and not clean! i wanna ink my art! have crisp lines! dark lines!! #not have to put stupid darkening filters on everything bcs i cant color or shade so my art is just stuck with the blinding white background #well the frustration is more how i CAN color and shade.. i CAN ink my lines with a darker one #lets not excuse my laziness now cmon ted omg dumbass bitch #it's just that doing so makes me . crazy #my attention span like. crumbles when i try to add color or ink over lines bcs thats Such a commitment to me #i HATE leaving things unfinished when it seems so monumental #like unfinished sketches or prompts? fine. those are sketches. little prompts. even if u post it it's shit #but starting big things is a COMMITMENT.. with CONSEQUENCES ! ! i just want to avoid them ig #it's like im stuck between art being a fun lil past time and being a perfectionist actually so no. no it is not #but also i NEED to draw i NEED to write SOMETHING! SOMETHING!! then i realize the weight of things and purposefully hinder myself #then later hate myself for hindering even tho it felt so good and right in the beginning ORGHH or WHATEVER #idk one of my friends told me my style reminded them of the new tmnt movie (which has been praised yeah #for like beautiful ugliness tho) and like. i KNOW it's a compliment... but. why did it make me Feel 😭 like i wanted to rip my art 2 shreds #once i lined my art and my friend (an artist i admire) said smthin like 'omg finally! ted lined art! gorgeous!' #& i KNOW. I KNOW IT'S A COMPLIMENT. BUT WHY AM I THINKING LIKE. SO VIOLENT. NOT ABT THEM. BUT MY SHIT NOW #like UGHHH i just HATE feeling trapped and helpless when actually theres help available but im just DUM!! JUST LINE UR ART TED #art is like playing sport is like making good grades is like working well is like being a good friend is like being a good person #literally. just be GOOD. #it's all a performance to me ARGHARGH! I HATE THE JOKER! I HATE BEING CRINGE@! RAGGHH I HATE THIS SHIT #<- mfs when no basketball #mfw i cannot avoid enlightenment via the meaningless distractions i codepently craveRAGGHG!!!!!!1!

[lebrookestore]

oh girl what the fuck

#so....i have investigated to the best of my abilities and i am still thoroughly lost so thats that #but what?? literally so much transpired ok so firstly soobin flipped seunghan off with his toes like what.... #SEUNGHAN WAS KICKED OUT OF RIIZE FOR SMOKING..... R U KIDDING ME LMFAO THATS SO????? #PLEASE he was doing normal dumb teenager things u should see the people in my college and literally every other college here #why do people drag any sort of celebrity for making normal human decisions #like yes it isn't good for you no shit it isn't but im sure he's mentally sane enough to know that #people who smoke are AWARE of the fact its not good for them trust me i have friends who are well aware #the consequences are on every single pack like they know #bro got kicked out for something literally millions of other people do like what kpoppies are insane and sm is stupid #secondly....i don't even know how to address the made in abyss scandal like it seems so messy what even #let me be so clear here if this allegations are true then i am absolutely disgusted and cannot even fathom what the fuck is happening #like woozi taeyong everyone what #but from what i have seen... and PLEASE DO NOT MISTAKE THIS AS ME DEFENDING ANYONE I AM SIMPLY STATING WHAT I HAVE SEEN ON TWITTER DOT COM #the copy that taeyong had of that manga was the censored version #does this help no not really but i don't really know enough about this situation i will look into it as much as i can i just have no TIME #ive also seen that all of them have been cleared??? so thats also something we should take into consideration i suppose #and the manga/anime is advertised as gore/horror etc ofc this does not excuse its contents literally what the fuck is that author on #but i have to state how entirely hypocritical it is to judge someone based off the media they consume because i know damn well #that a lot of people consume very fucked up content like dark fiction is a thing have yall seen the ya novels nowadays #that does not make the person who consumes it condone it...bc its fiction #at the end of the day these are men i dont trust them as delusional as i may portray myself on this hellsite #also i saw a tweet ab someone on twitter saying bc taeyong reads beserk and that is also a manga with incredibly dark themes he must be #fucked up #firstly a lot of manga/anime have dark themes but thats not the point #a LOT of people around the world have read that manga (im literally not talking ab taeyong here i promise) #literally people i know have #they KNOW how fucked up it is they dont recommend it to anyone and literally say read it at your own risk its fucked up #it does not mean they directly condone the shit that goes on in the manga they have quite the opposite stance actually #(beserk is also the nunber 1 rated manga of all time i know this my ex doesn't shut up ab it and neither does one of my best friends) #anyway i dont know much about this yet so i will look into it more; had no idea what was happening until five mins ago but literally wtf ma

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Actually also my mom needs to stop being so fucking selfish and careless when it comes to my kitten. Because when I tell her to not bother Salem because she's sleepy, then I'm being selfish and mom can pet her whenever she wants because she also lives there and pays for her. But when she almost lets the baby fall out the window and scares her and I get angry at mom, then it's my problem because it's my cat and the baby should get used to living with people. The cat is ours when it's convenient to my mom, but it's just mine when mom does something wrong or when Salem makes a mess. Fucking hell

#i went to a store for a moment and in that time my mom went to my brother's room to have a cigarette #because brother is also gone and mom cant smoke in our room anymore #cause we cant fully open the window around the kitty #and she closed the door behind her so that Salem stays in our room while shes there #so far so good #but when i come back home mom left the room and not only left the door open she left the window fully open #and salem sprinted inside #mom wanted to close the door and she didnt even look down so she hit the baby with the door #lightly but still. salem got spooked #and then mom reliazed that the window is open and the baby is walking towards it #so she yelled at her and ran to the window #and when i yelled at mom for not being careful and almost letting salem jump out the window she got angry at me #because its my cat so she doesnt have to do anything #like???????? #yeah thats my cat and i dont want her to die #or get stressed out #like no wonder she pees everywhere when mom keeps making her stressed #like shes a baby she doesnt understand that if she goes out the window shell get hurt #why is my mom upset at a literal kitten when shes not careful around her #we have to be careful for her because she doesnt understand consequences of doing stupid shit #and yeah im the one that cleans her litterbox and feeds her and plays with her and all that and thats fine #but the bare minimum she can do is watch out for her #especially when shes the only person at home with her #cause like. if she left the room and i wasnt there to point out that salem entered it she would just lock her inside with an open window #and all that necause she wanted to smoke a cigarette without going out #sure we used to smoke sometimes at home at the window but we cant do that anymore because theres a literal baby here #wont hurt her to fucking go outside #or if she really wants to smoke indoors then be fucking careful #'its your cat you take care of it' my ass its still a living creature that wouldnt survive on its own #bee buzz

[nonbinary-dandy]

The Beetle is a horrible book in every way.

Too bad it's my hobby to spend hours thinking about shitty stories to find a way to improve them, imagining in details how I would rewrite every scene.

So, if you're reading this, help me.

#Sydney being not a creepy shithole but a just a sensitive guy with eighth grader syndrome apt to get hyperfixations #who has a character arc and goes from hating Paul to comforting him (not cos he likes him but cos it's what Marjorie would want him to do) #Paul doesn't say that stupid line in the Chapter XLIII that ruins his whole image for me and that's pretty much all i want to change for hi #Champnell keeps his dirty mouth shut in that same scene and makes his appearance much earlier cos otherwise he feels alien #Robert has his carpet #Exclude racism cos it was too much even for that historical period #let Marjorie the Queen have more screentime #the story makes sense #like WOW was it too hard to do Richard? that's how literature works you FUCK do not add shit if it doesn't have consequences #and use your imagination please you have such an interesting layout and all you come up with is this fucking book??? #the beetle weekly #the beetle #god i hate bad books with big potential they always make me think too much #Percy rescues the cat

[sebdoeswords]

really wish some of the witcher games' actions and consequences weren't completely arbitrary and unforeseeable

#thronebreaker spoilers #ahead #you've been warned #*inhales* #how the HELL was i supposed to guess that letting villem come back to my side would lead to either reynard or gascon definitely dying #like how was i to guess #that is a consequence that you cannot possibly foresee #like i'm all about 'oh you have to deal with the consequences to your actions and choose wisely' #well i WOULD if your consequences weren't fucking STUPID #even worse because they won't let you load previous saves #UGH #is this what you wanted cdpr? #me skipping through the last chapter of the game to then reload in the rivia chapter? #is that the authentic experience you wanted players to have? #because it's what you forced me to do #because no way in hell am i sacrificing reynard or gascon #villem can bite the dust i don't give a shit about him #gascon is my new son thank you very much

[pepprs]

also like to clarify.. we were not expecting her to leave. and any time she would have left would’ve been bad timing but it’s like.. this was HER program and we didn’t have enough time to really get to know it as well as she did (and still does probably). and there are so many flaws in it that we didn’t have time to address and our attention was spread so thin bc we were / still are juggling a million things and trying to compensate for the vacancy in our already extremely and egregiously small staff. so i get that the leaders may be feeling unsupported and resentful of that and that is very valid. but it’s like.. if that is in fact the case i think it’s important to know that this is not ideal for us either. we lost the person who knew this program inside and out and we still haven’t recovered and even though her position has been filled now (by my new colleague bestie who is AMAZING and has been helpful and supportive and has gone above and beyond in every way and i adore them don’t get me wrong) we may never fully recover from it or at least we won’t for a very long time. and im not even just talking about like the impact on our work. i mean on us as people who were closely psychically bound together. which sounds freakish and weird but we were. that wound is going to take a long time to fully scar and when the scar forms it will always be there. so excuse us for not putting on a perfect asb less than a year after she left us we are kind of seeing the consequences of all of the horrors right now lol.

#purrs #delete later #i need to not be so fucking bitter about it i know it’s not helpful at all. but it just feels so unfair. i feel attacked. i know we had a #lot of room to grow and we still do but it’s like.. we did the best we could and we’re doing the best we could now. and it just sucks. the #things we thought were going well were not. and the things i need to cope they have grudges about. so like what the fuck ever. it’s like at #this point i hate all of them and never want to see them again. LIKE THE WAY IVE BEEN FUCKING BENDING OVER BACKWARDS over text trying to #help one of them bc she texts me all the time and it turns out she thinks we’re evil??? lol. ok. whatever. like go fuck yourself lmao #<- i need to just get this out of my system bc it’s soooo immature and unhelpful and not how a staff member should respond to this and #posting abt it online is dangerous and has consequences. but i just feel so miserable. and small. and painfully aware of my smallness. #and alone and helpless. and unable to support the people who actually are being responsible and mature and coming to confess stuff to us #even though they’re snitching or whatever. like this shit is so unbelievably fucking stupid and i shouldn’t be letting it get me down but i #just feel very vulnerable to it all rn and lonely. but typing out my thoughts and knowing peopel will read them helps (cringe). ok i should #go to bed now bc we have a very long and early day tmrrw and i haven’t prepared for what im supposed to do AT ALL bc we were in that session #for like 5 hours when it was only supposed to be 1.5 and i didn’t get to eat and my ut*rus is trying to rip my body apart like a wolverine! #* unable to support the ppl who are actually being responsible.. LET ALONE my colleague besties who are each carrying the burdens of this in #different ways and are also processing this difficult news in ways that will have implications for our past present and future! like lollll

[ghosts-cyphera]

as someone who knows a little bit about the film industry and what it's like to work on a set, i gotta ask if Simon has purposefully messed up just so he can keep fucking you for a little bit longer. and the fucker knows he's messing up and he's edging you so fucking hard that when you finally cum, it's glorious and gets tons of views to make up for it😉

oh has he? oh has—

yes.

absolutely fucking yes, hahaha. he doesn't do it too much—he doesn't want to inconvenience or seriously frustrate you—but he will totally edge you on purpose, just to hear that desperation in your voice and to see that playful annoyance in your eyes.

he finds you so fucking cute when you're annoyed at him.

pornstar!ghost would accidentally, of course, mess up his lines or crack out a stupid joke just to have you bursting into laugh in the middle of filming. needing to have his cock inside you for the reshoot is a very unfortunate consequence of his actions.

all of the failed scenes will, of course, be included in the behind the scenes material that your fans will lose their minds over because of the chemistry between the two of you: your laughs so warm and genuine, even as your director calls out the god-knows-how-manieth "cut" in the middle of the scene.

pornstar!ghost is a total pleasure dom, but every now and then—if the script allows—he does dip his toes into teasing the absolute shit out of you, because the way you come after being teased and edged for hours by him is just too fucking good to pass up.

in those instances, he is absolutely fueled by seeing you that cock drunk: your eyes begging and pleading for him to finally make you come. it's not enough, though—he needs to hear you beg for it.

"what do you need, darlin'? use 'em pretty words—"

"oh come on, sweetheart. you know that won't do. ask nicely, baby, I know you can. let me hear just how fuckin' desperate my pretty girl is for it, yeah?"

"go on and beg for me, baby. that's it, good girl—"

the prettier your moans and whines and cries for him are, the faster he will help you reach your orgasm: ready to catch you as soon as you come, helping you ride down your wave and pressing deep kisses onto your skin or hair as he praises you, the man downright glowing with the pride that he feels for you.

so uh, yes. the fucker will mess up on purpose just to get to be inside you for a little longer (and just to get to spend a little more time together on set because he's always having a goddamn blast with you, though he of course does not openly admit to it just yet), and he will occasionally edge the absolute shit out of you too, lmao.

-> more pornstar!ghost here <-

#these are my 3 am sleep deprived thoughts on the topic hahaha #lo answers #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #pornstar!ghost #a:ps!ghost

[seresinhangmanjake]

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

Summary: Because Johnny found him sleeping with his sister, Simon had to live the last three months without you, but he's about to get his girl back.

warnings/notes: a little smut 18+, cursing, drinking. That's probably it. Oh, typos, im sure, as well.

words: 1830

Part 1

He drinks at the same bar. The one his team practically lived in when they were all together for an evening, but that doesn’t happen anymore, not with the entire group. Johnny stays home if he knows Simon will be attending the night out, and Simon, if informed Johnny wants to be with the team, elects to remove himself from the situation for everyone’s comfort. He figures it’s the least he can do. He’d slept with his best mate’s sister, he’d fallen in love with his best mate’s sister, and so he has taken on the consequences, no matter how infuriating and unreasonable and unfair. 

“You want another, Honey?” the bartender asks. She grins. Her eyes shine with desire, as they have all night, and it might be a pleasant sight if Simon had never met you. He might’ve taken her home, fucked her like a toy until he was spent and she was happily ruined by his cock before he kicked her out. But she isn’t you. No woman is you.

“Keep ‘em comin’,” Simon replies, downing the amber liquid in his glass. 

Suddenly, the stool beside him slides across the hardwood floor, now occupied by a newcomer he wouldn’t hesitate to shove to their ass if he could do so without causing a scene. What kind of rude bastard risks sitting next to someone when ten other seats are open?

“Actually lass, do me a favor and cut ‘im off. I need ‘im in his right mind.”

Simon almost chokes at Johnny's voice but he doesn’t turn his head as he slowly sets the glass back down on the counter, his fingers tightening around it. Anger, confusion, pain, anxiety. It all crashes over him in a hefty wave, because rolled into this one man is both the friend Simon has missed for months and the asshole who has forced him to be apart from the love of his life. And it’s almost too much to handle at once.

“I’ll take his drink,” Johnny tells the bartender, who has lost all hope now that the man she’s been attempting to charm is no longer lonely enough to be convinced to take her home. When she places the glass in front of him, he takes a sip. “You look like shit, Ghost.”

“What do you want?”

“We got a problem,” Johnny says, getting right to it. “A bit of a disaster, really, and I gave it my best shot, but I can’t fix it.” Simon blinks. His brows pinch. Johnny drains the remainder of the alcohol and wipes his mouth with the back of his forearm. “She’s miserable. And considerin’ the timeline, I’d wager it’s because she’s without you.”

Simon’s heart—though had fallen from his chest months ago—sinks lower into his gut. 

“Look, I didn' believe it was that deep,” Johnny continues. “Figured you were jus’ messin’ around. Being stupid and disrespectful with my baby sister. But I cannot have her miserable, Ghost. It won’t do.” He looks at Simon and releases a long sigh. “She loves you. I don’ like it but she does, and you need to make it better.”

“What exactly are you askin’ of me?”

Johnny’s eyes land back on the empty glass. He plants his elbows on the counter and rubs his fingers across his forehead, kneading the wrinkles. “Just…go to her, alright?”

That snaps Simon out of his grumbly attitude. “You serious?”

“Unfortunately,” Johnny says. 

Simon practically leaps out of his seat, nearly knocking the stool to the floor as he shrugs on his jacket. He’s almost at the door, but then he stops. Taking a breath, he turns back to his old friend. “Will you be able to handle this?” Simon asks. “Me and her? Because you can't ask me to let her go, Johnny. Not twice.”

Johnny takes a second, then he gives a brief nod. “I’ll adjust. Somehow. With time; lots of time.”

It isn't much reassurance, but it's enough for Simon to be on his way. He rushes out the door, jumps into his truck, and races down the road. He forgets the seatbelt. Ignores the speed limit signs. You don’t live far, and you’re worth the risk if it means getting to you faster. 

He knows the elevator in your building is much too slow because he’s been in it a hundred times. He has made out with you in it; fucked you in it, slamming the emergency button so no one could interrupt on the nights you couldn’t wait to get to your bedroom. So he takes the stairs. Two at a time, up eight flights, and down the hall. With a heaving chest, he bangs on your door. 

“Love, open up!” He knocks harder. Loud enough to make your neighbor pop her head into the hall to understand the ruckus. 

“Oh, wonderful. You've returned,” the old woman huffs. “And just when I was starting to believe I’d never again have to endure listening to that moaning and groaning at all hours.”

“We talked ‘bout this back in June, Mrs. Brimsby. Get yourself some earplugs,” Simon retorts before calling for you again. “Baby, please, it‘s me!”

“I’ll report the two of you for the noise.”

“You probably should. You’re in for a long night.” He hears a scoff but doesn’t bother to glance in the direction it comes from. 

“Still so disrespectful,” she spits before slamming the door to her apartment. 

Simon has held a low level of hatred for the old bat since the morning after the first time you’d slept together. It was an early Sunday full of soft touches and kisses and tea to nurse the mild hangovers you’d both had because of a couple of drinks the night before—the drinks that allowed the two of you to finally surrender to the sexual tension. After kissing you goodbye, he’d stepped out of your apartment with a smile he hadn't donned in quite some time, only to have it wiped away from the unexpected grandma in a collared nightgown tapping her foot as she stroked the fur of the cat in her arms. 

“You kept us up all night,” she had scolded. “We need our sleep.” The cat then hissed for emphasis. 

Now, Simon has never been so happy to have that woman blathering in his ear. She reminds him of home, because home is with you and this is where you are. Getting yelled at shoots him into the memories of the time you spent together all those months ago. The stupidly high levels of bliss that, based on the trajectory of his life at the time, he’d assumed was more of a myth than anything. But you had made it real. You had soothed the pain. You were the patch on his wounds; the brightest spot in his life which dimmed the trauma and horrors. 

He’s so lost in those thoughts that he doesn’t immediately notice when his banging fist plummets through the air.

“Si?”

At your voice, Simon’s mind instantly clears. His eyes meet yours.

“Fucking finally,” he mutters, not letting a beat go by before he’s bending at the knees, wrapping his arms around your waist, and lifting you up. Instinctually, your arms snake around his neck, your legs circle his hips, and he feels his cock begin to swell from the reminder of how natural that action is for you. How right it is that you fit together like lock and key. 

Many questions are brewing in your eyes, but you don’t ask them. You kiss him instead, hard and thoroughly as he carries you into your apartment and kicks the door closed behind him. When he sits you atop your kitchen counter and settles himself between your spread legs, his hands go everywhere; under your sleep shirt, up the curves of your body to squeeze your breasts then back down to your hips. His palms slide around to your ass and jerk you closer so the center of those thin little shorts is pressed against the mound protruding from his jeans. 

Buttons scatter across the tile from his impatience, unwilling to delicately undo each tiny closure of your shirt. Your fingers trickle lower on his body to the belt buckle you quickly undo and the zipper you harshly yank down. He’s about to tell you to lift your hips, but you do so without his command, shimmying out of your shorts, and Simon takes the chance to do the same, pushing his pants just below his ass. He springs free, the heavy column of flesh landing at your navel. 

Leaning back, you guide his cock through the slickness of puffy lips into your tight, clenching walls. It sucks the air from his lungs. His head falls to your shoulder as you both try to breathe at a steady pace. His hands brace on the counter on either side of your body, nails digging into the granite. Home.

“Simon…baby, you have to move,” you pant. “I c-can’t take it.”

“I’ve got you,” he whispers in your ear before lifting his head and placing a quick peck on your mouth. Shifting his hips, he pulls out and then slowly eases himself back inside of you. His groan drowns out the sweet song of your moan. “I’ve got you, love.”

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“Your neighbor still hates us, jus’ so you know,” Simon says as he slides under the sheets. Were he not so exhausted, he’d chuckle at the idea of being beside you in your bed and not immediately trying to fuck you, but after the kitchen counter, then the couch, then the living room floor, you’re both worn out and in need of a good night's sleep. “Probably more now than she did before.”

Normally, you would have found his words amusing, but you remain silent on your back, staring straight up at the ceiling. Simon raises a brow and flips onto his side. Then he sees the tear slip from the corner of your eye down to your ear. 

“What're you thinkin' about, love?” he asks as he places his hand on your cheek and turns your face toward his. 

“I'm scared,” you tell him. “I've missed you so much, but the second you leave, everything will go back to how it was without you. That broke me the first time, Si. How do I go through it all over again?”

His eyes pinch tight and he sighs in shame. He should have told you. It should have been the first thing out of his mouth, but then he saw you and he needed you and that was all that mattered in the moment. “Baby,” he begins, brushing the hair back from your face. “I'm not leaving you, and we are not goin’ back to that, ok?”

“But Johnny—”

“We don't need to worry about Johnny.”

Your eyes widen. “What? Why not?”

“Because, love,” Simon says, his hand finding the middle of your back and snuggling you into his chest, “Johnny sent me.”

@universitypenguin @ghostslittlegf

#simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fic #cod ghost #cod fic #mw2

[dollyhao]

ellie being a sexy distraction

"ellie, please im trying to study." you give her a pleading look before you put your earphone back in. ellie pouts, you've been studying for 3 hours for this stupid test, a test that ellie already knows you will ace with all the time you spend on this shit.

your sitting at a table in the dining room, typing and writing away. when ellie gets an absolutely amazing idea. she crawls under the table without you noticing, admiring your exposed legs in your short see-through nightgown, she swears your trying to torture her.

your knees are pulled together, rubbing against each other as you concentrate on your work. ellie places her hands on your knees, pulling them open seeing the little wet spot on your underwear.

you snatch the headphones out your ears, "ellie!" you say reaching for her hands thats on your legs. "baby relax," ellie whispers peering up at your from under the table, "you obviously need a release, im just trynna help, promise." ellie says rubbing circles on your knee. you nod, not having any fight in you.

you honestly wasnt getting any where in your studying, all you wanted to do was crawl into ellie's arms and let her help you let go of all this pent up frustration, daydreaming about her running her hands over your skin and lips grazing your neck.

so you just watch as she wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls you to the edge of your chair. you grip the bottom of your chair, as ellie nuzzles her nose against the wet spot practically inhaling you.

she trails kisses up the inside of your thigh making you squirm, before pulling your underwear off. she blows on your hole watching it flutter and clench around nothing before placing a kiss on your clit. you shudder as ellie licks a strip up your cunt. “ellie.. stop teasing.” you say as ellie gives kitten licks to your clit.

ellie coos at you, rubbing your thigh. “relax sweet thing, this is for ignoring me earlier.” you whimper feeling the consequences of your actions. ellie finally takes your clit in her mouth suckling on it, you throw your head back clenching the chair harder. she stares up at your face as she slips her tongue in your hole, replacing her mouth with her thumb as she rubs circles on your clit.

ellie gazes up at your face, resting her head on the inside of your thigh. “oh ellie!…oh shit!” ellie pulls her face away from your pussy, licking her lips, fucking you on her fingers as she kneels up closer to you. she brings her lips closer to yours and you desperately cradle her head, pulling her into a heated kiss. you moan as ellie’s fingers curl and massage the spot that makes your feet curl. her mouth swallows your moans, as she releases a groan of her own as she feels you clench on her fingers repeatedly. ellie starts to trail kisses down your neck, “you close baby?” she whispers against your neck.

you nod desperately clinging to the shirt on ellie’s back, as you gush on her fingers, letting out loud whimpers and moans. “fuck ellie…” ellie pulls her fingers out, licking your juices off slowly while staring into your dazed eyes. ellie places a kiss on your lips, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “next time you need a release, just come to me, ok?” ellie tells you softly. you nod letting her stand and lead you away from your work.

#wlw #lesbian #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x y/n #ellie williams tlou2 #tlou2

[sturniolosstar]

silly girl┆m.sturniolo

i got inspo from a post but can’t find it anymore :(

summary - matt punishes you. after all, it was foolish to think he would let you slide that easily.

pairing - matthew sturniolo x female reader

cw - smut, orgasm denial, darcyphilia, vibrator use, bondage (ropes), gagging, implied humiliation, matt is a bit mean sorry not sorry

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Your whines became muffled against the gag Matt shoved into your mouth a few minutes ago as you struggled against the ropes tied to his headboard.

Your hips squirmed around his silk sheets as the vibrator strapped to your cunt stimulated your clit in the exact way that made your eyes roll back to your head as the coil in your stomach builds.

Your head perks up the moment the door opens, your face softens when you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his eyes fixated on your nude body.

His lips curled upwards into a grin at the way your eyes glistened. He walked towards you and for a second, you felt a spark of hope.

Your brows furrowed when he ignored you, opening his bedside table drawer as he rummaged through it.

As if sensing your stare, he turned his head to face you, his grin growing at the sight of you. Your eyes were glazed with tears, brows scrunched in confusion as the gag caused drool to dribble down the corners of your mouth.

‘Silly girl’ he tuts, his head tilting in mockery, ‘did you think I came back for you?’

He laughed softly, his hand caressing your hair gently. ‘Poor baby. I only forgot my wallet.’ He smiled as he grabbed the item he was searching for, displaying it in front of your eyes. His hand fell from your head, instead, it cupped your chin to keep your gaze on his wallet, ensuring you see it. He wanted you to know that he didn’t come back for you, he wanted you to know that you weren’t even in the back of his mind.

You were quick to realise this, the tears brimming your waterline began to flow down your reddened cheeks. You were embarrassed to say the least. You were in a punishment, this was a form of Matt showing you that your actions have consequences. It was foolish to think he would let you slide that easily.

Your crying made Matt’s grip tighten on your chin, it made the rough material of his jeans strain the perfect amount of friction against his growing erection.

Your watery eyes never failed to arouse him. It was his pride and joy, seeing you crumble so easily. It made him smile knowing only he could bring you so much pleasure to the point you break down into tears.

‘Did you really think I came back for you?’

His tone laced with genuine emotion made you think he actually cared, the shit-eating grin plastered across his face made you think otherwise.

He chuckles when you furrow your eyes shut, shaking your head no.

You didn’t want him to think you were stupid. You weren’t. You just hoped he would’ve been a bit nicer when he walked into his bedroom.

His smile disappeared when you turned your head to avoid his gaze. His face scowling as he roughly turned your head back.

‘What do you think you’re doing, hm?’

You didn’t want him to see you like this. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your hips squirmed once again. You hated this. You hated being stripped bare when he’s fully clothed, staring at you. He always made you feel so shy.

Seeing the way your body writhes in discomfort, his grip loosens. ‘Chris and Nick are waiting for me. We won’t be long, okay?’

He smiles reassuringly as he gapes down at you, knowing you can’t answer.

His smile turns derisive as he leans down, the tips of your noses meeting. ‘If you even think about cumming before we get back, you’ll get something way worse than this. Understand?’ He knew you couldn’t verbally respond, but he expected atleast a nod.

He snarls when you turn your head once again. ‘I said, understand?’

Finally receiving the answer he wants, he kisses your cheek gently, putting his wallet into his pocket before letting his grip slip off you, standing up.

‘Don’t be so stupid next time.’

His words ring in your clouded mind as he walks out his room, shutting the door.

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#sturniolosstar #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you

[heavenlybey]

a/n hi y’all this is my first time writing so pls keep that in mind.. also if you have some tips or feedback i would appreciate it!!

Remind you

⚠️Smut

Connie was getting sick of your nasty attitude. you’ve been ignoring his texts and calls for a while now and it was getting on his nerves. But posting that quote that said: “if he ain’t treat you right, his opp might” followed with a picture of you cuddled up with another dude? And not just any dude..Jean??? “She’s got me fucked up” connie mumbled to himself while putting his shoes on. He was done with your attitude and he was going to fix things tonight!

You on the other hand, didn’t have a care in the world. You had just gotten out of your relaxing bath, ready to end the night with a glass of wine and watching your fav show. That was until you heard three hard knocks on your door. “who the hell?” you thought to yourself as you went to go open the door and were met with a very angry Connie. As soon as you saw him you rolled your eyes and tried to close the door. Not wanting to deal with his shit and just go finish the rest of your wine. But Connie was faster and put this foot between the door, he fully opened the door and let himself inside. “Get the fuck out of my house, Connie” you angrily said to him. “Jean huh?” “Get out of my house!” Connie found it amusing how YOU were the one that’s angry while he should’ve been the one who was angry.

“no, we’re gonna talk about this. You’ve been ignoring me for weeks and now you’re posting pics with another man, you think imma let this shit slide ma?”

“You never make time for me anymore and, i can’t do this shit anymore. I’m don-“

Oh you got him fucked up. His lips coming down to yours in a hungry kiss. Tongue swiping across your parted lips. Pressing his erection against you. A moan wanting to escape from the feeling of his growing erection against yours. Trying to push him away, he kept a firm grip around your neck. “i’m serious, i’m done witcho bitchass” you said which resulted into you being thrown onto your bed. Connie dragging you back, ripping your black silky robe off. You’re fully naked laying before him, sending a hard slap on your ass, a gasp fell from your lips.

“I don’t care what you say, we’re not done mama”

He flips you onto your back without any type of warning, forcing your knees up against your shoulders. You are completely spread out for him, running his eyes over your wet pussy. When he looks back up to you, you know because of the look on his face, your shit is about the be fucked up.

Connie is mad as hell, he doesn’t bother with any sweet touches. Going straight between your legs to suck on your clit. You let out a gasp saying “ohh god!” His tongue meeting your entrance to thrust inside of you. He leans up to make eye contact with you while he spit right on your pussy. You both watch the spit slowly rolling downwards, towards your entrance. His long tongue came down to glide from your entrance to your clit then sucking on your bud. “F-Fuck-“ is all you could say, feeling him chuckle while he was sucking up your arousal. Filling his mouth full of your wetness. “You think Jean can make you feel this good mami?” You were already feeling the tight knot in your stomach, you knew your orgasm was only a few licks away and so did Connie. Your lips fell open once again to moan, but before you could get anything out, he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck. Get them nice and wet for me, ma.” You took his deep into your throat, sucking and swirling like you would his dick. The pleased look on his face pissed you off. You decided, without much thinking about the consequences to open your big mouth and say something stupid.

“This is how i sucked off Jean yesterday.” You said with a smug look. The smug look on your face was wiped away immediately when Connie flips you onto your stomach, your face hitting the bed first before he spreads your legs wide open with his hands at your ankles. “Talking about another dude while i’m in between your legs, are you crazy or sum??” Your back arched deep, just the way you knew he liked it. His big hand gripping yours to keep you from running. A deep moan leaves both of you as he brutally enters your pussy. His dick settling inside you while he splits you apart and makes room for himself without giving you a chance to adjust. It’s hard to breathe with his dick so deep inside you, the only thing you can do is whine and moan. His thrust deepened as you were trying your best to push him away. The tapping of your hands on his pelvic area making him look down to where you both connected. “What? You can’t handle it ma? Where is that big mouth of yours now huh?

“Please Connie..it’s too much..i-i can’t.” you cried out. Connie scoffed. “i really don’t fucking care ma. Take this fucking dick. Imma remind you who you’re talking to. Gonna make sure never you forget again.” he said while grabbing the back of your neck to pushing your face into the mattress while he is fucking you. You were a moaning mess. Connie was giving you the deepest strokes, constantly hitting your g-spot without any stopping. You felt the tight knot in you stomach starting to form again as your pussy started to get tighter around Connie’s dick. “Don’t even think about cumming. You gon hold that shit mami.”

#aot x connie #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #aot x black y/n #connie x black y/n #connie x black reader #connie x reader smut #connie x you #connie springer

[eighthousevahim]

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 ⤑

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ARIES MARS: things will be broken and ones will be thrown

TAURUS MARS: this action will have consequences (they will never let this go)

GEMINI MARS: pisses you off on purpose, laughs about it, and then ghosts you

CANCER MARS: passive aggression or all of a sudden you're chained to and stuck in a basement (or both!)

LEO MARS: does everything you ever wanted to accomplish and does it 100x better

VIRGO MARS: creates several small inconveniences for you and then makes you feel stupid about them

LIBRA MARS: has everyone turn against you OR do the same shit you did to them but on an extremely petty level (you go low, i go lowER.)

SCORPIO MARS: a generational curse is bestowed upon your bloodline

SAGITTARIUS MARS: sends a pipe bomb with a silly face sticker on it to your house

CAPRICORN MARS: goes band for band

AQUARIUS MARS: no, no..i will rebel actually.

PISCES MARS: imagine you wrong me and now you have strange and disturbing nightmares

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⌗ first post, ty for reading!

#astrology #mars #mars signs #astro observations #astro notes #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #astro placements #astro community #astrology mars #astrology memes

[bimbobaggins69]

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭” 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Three light taps on your window pull you out of the reverie of your favorite romance novel. You can’t help but to clutch your pink nightie closer to your icy skin as you tiptoe across your room and slowly with shaky hands move your curtain to the side to get a good look at who the silhouette belongs to. It’s none other than Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins high and your bully.

It started about a week ago, you were lucky to get through most of high school with your head down and completely unscathed by the bitchy hierarchy of teenage popularity. That was until Steve who sat behind you in English, noticed that you aced the mid semester test; which cost half your grade.

Since then you’ve been doing all of his book reports for him, you couldn’t deny you didn’t like the attention, even if he did make fun of you for being a prude nerd. So, this last book report you had devised a plan. Steve was always threatening to punish you and you wanted to see if he’d follow through with said threats, which left you to purposely bomb it.

You slowly lift your window, letting the cool air and the chirps from the crickets fill your room. “Hurry up!” Steve pressed, before climbing through rather clumsily. After he fully stood and dusted off his knees, he took a folded paper out of the back of his jean pocket. “What the fuck is this? Huh?” You can’t help the excited chill that runs through your body from his tone.

“What’s what?” You say, feigning innocence as you blink up at him with your biggest doe eyes. You were so close, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. “Don’t play stupid, me and you both know you’re not.” Steve chides, as his brows furrow down at you. “Why’d you purposely fail my book report, huh? Didn’t I tell you there’d be consequences if you don’t do what I say?” He grits and his jaw tenses before his eyes fall to your tits that are now peaked from the cold, the thin fabric of the nightie isn’t doing the best job at concealing them from the jock.

“I fucking meant it, okay? I’m gonna have to punish you.” His harsh tone doesn’t match the soft touch of his fingers that slide over your clothed nipples. “What do you want me to do, Steve?” You purr up at him as you bat your lashes. “You know how I’m always calling you a prude, baby? Well today’s your lucky day. I’m gonna show you how to suck a cock. Get down on your knees.” Steve demands.

Little did the king of Hawkins high know, you knew how to suck cock; you were experienced in pretty much everything sexual. Thanks to your fuck buddy and drug dealer, Eddie.

But you indulge his delusions by keeping up the innocent virgin act, just for a bit longer.

You quickly pop the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down its track, being met with a pair of tighty whiteys that you assume by the deep flush of his cheeks; he was just remembering he had on. “Cute.” You giggle, making him fist a hand in your hair and pull until a stinging sensation has you whimpering as tears sting your eyes. He finally removes himself from his confines—

His cock is huge, but you show no traces of even acknowledging that fact, last thing king Steve needed was an even bigger ego.

“Open up you fucking brat.” He hisses while his hand still tugs at your tresses. The soft tugs cause you to soak through your panties and leave you eager to rub your needy clit on anything for some relief. “That’s it, good girl.” Steve praises as he rubs his leaking tip across your wet tongue. Your lips finally close around it, before inching down and taking him expertly into the back of your throat. “Holy shit!” He jerks at the unexpected pleasure, as you continue to bob and gag on him. It’s almost too much considering he thought not even two minutes ago that he was going to have to guide you and talk you through it. No fucking way were you a prude virgin like he suspected, he’s been with plenty virgins. Nah, you were a little cock slut and fuck did he love the thought of his own personal whore who milked his cock and did his school work so he could stay the captain of the basketball team.

A deep groan falls from his lips when you begin to fondle his balls while you continue to suck him for all he’s worth. Spit falls onto the carpet below and you’re canting your hips as if a bitch in heat. You take two hands and twist around his shaft as you suck the tip, working him like a fucking pro. You look up at him with tears running down your soft cheeks and hunger in your eyes, and that absolutely does the jock in. You quickly notice the way his thighs shake and his moans grow louder, leaving you to lull your tongue out as you lick at his frenulum and continue twisting your hands around his spit soaked cock, ready to catch all of his warm creamy spend. Steve watches as his come shoots onto your tongue and down your throat, you swallow it all before sticking the pink muscle back out to show him how good of a girl you’d been by swallowing everything he’d so graciously given you.

“You’re a slut.” Steve states, with a blissed out look on his face. “I thought you were a virgin, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t a fucking prude?” He can’t help but smile from just receiving the best blow job of his life. Something about the little innocent girl who he makes do his work, but is actually a secret slut has him feeling possessive and as if he now has to assert some kind of claim over you.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrug as you wipe your chin. “Now can we move this along? The guy that taught me how to give that dynamite blow job will be here soon and I don’t wanna screw up my chances of getting fucked because he finds King Steve in my room.” You hand him his paper and push him back towards your window. “Your- wait what?” He asks in disbelief.

“This was fun, but you have to go. See ya later, Stevie.” Steve moves down your trellis in shock at what had just transpired. There was no way he was letting you go that fast, so when he made it to his car he decided to sit for a few, in order to catch a glimpse of who you were talking about. Just as Steve got comfortable against his leather seat, a beat up van was pulling up to the side of your house. But it wasn’t just any van, no it was Eddie Munsons van.

Well that just won’t do, come tomorrow morning you’re gonna know exactly who you belong to, no matter what Steve has to do in the process.

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #steve x reader