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trashiiplant · 2 years

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here's my take on some sonic characters :))

this whole thing murdered my hand I will never draw again /j

heres some close ups ig

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imperfectcourt · 3 months

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The heartbreaking realization that I keep not being able to write this story bc it has no end game or direction, just a dumb concept. And while I am in support of "does not need a plot, write for fun" my brain will not allow me to work that way

#pls i just want to write ripped cream #my second most ridiculous wip #and the one i want to write the most #amputee neil in his first season as a pro exy player after being a trojan?#baker andrew with a no commentary youtube channel thats all meditative cookie decorating and glamor shots of his muscles?#neil who watches them to help his anxious adhd brain calm down?#meet pathetic?#pro tram sanctioned collab video?#matt? dan? nicky?#its got it all!#but with no plot or goal my brain wont LET ME

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fatguarddog · 1 year

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Just want someone to call me a good dog (or piggy) and coax me to eat a little bit more even after the huge meal I had today

#hutch posts #stuffing #like after second helpings and the ice cream I'm stuffed #but there's always room for more right?

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catboydogma · 2 years

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i don’t know how else to describe it but obi-wan to me is like a walking shitpost.

#he’s the very definition of shit-eating. i cant describe it. i cant put it into words.#it’s just like what if there were a guy and all of his friends rely on him for everything and also it takes him a tremendous amount of #willpower and iron self discipline for him to get himself to take anything seriously for more than two seconds at a time #and also what if he had severe and incurable middle child syndrome. what then #and then make it so that he’s clinically and severely depressed in such a manner that even verbalizing his feelings in a meaningful and #communicable way is just impossible for him #like he CAN talk about them he can hold them in his mind and he knows what they are but he has no idea how to translate his own #conceptualizations of what he’s feeling and experienced into something that anyone else understands #so like is he bad at interpersonal communication? A LITTLE. but it’s not even in a way he can help and it’s so frustrating ..#like maybe he just feels like he’s constantly yelling about how he feels but no one understands or no one cares and by god would that weigh #on a man #anyways i’m marinating him in a mason jar of pan toasted coffee beans and heavy whipping cream and cardamom pods and cinnamon sticks and g #inger and #anyways. u get the idea #obi-wan kenobi #croidhe #tcw #the clone wars #sw #star wars prequels #212th attack battalion

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keepingthepeaceinouterspace · 11 months

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#Cw food #My relationship with food has been not great lately (aka eating constantly as a form of procrastination/ avoidance)#So I started calorie tracking just as a way to make me stop and think and TRY #And so far (aka like 5 days) it's been super helpful #Previously when I did this I felt myself like low-key developing bad relationships to food but like #It's a good reset right now #And I decided I just track when it will be helpful and ignore other stuff #I went to a wedding yesterday and was like. The goal is not to count all of my calories. The goal is to check in with myself and make sure #Feel good about my decisions so I paced myself on apps and my entree and got the desserts I wanted most (aka #A dairy free and a dairy full cookie. For science.)#And only weighing myself when I feel like it will be helpful #Anyways that got long winded. I came here to say this because I feel so much lighter and better #And it's not the literal weight because I weigh basically the same. It's just that I'm not on my second ice cream of the day lol

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passumbapper · 1 year

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lil 6/8 piano piece I wrote for a class

#homework #idk it had to have a key change and a binary form so it was always gonna sound kinda antiquated. ice cream truck ass melody #also i stole the bulk of the chord progression from uh. mozart. so that wasn't helping #really happy with the second half tbh

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sunfoxfic · 2 years

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love

I needed something both juicy enough and not-spoilery so this is from chapter 24 which is a fave chapter. Technically the word is beloved not love but that's beside the point.

“Coffee, a strong but beloved flavor... orange, tart but sweet... and coconut, for just a little bit of something unexpected,” he said, stacking the three flavors atop each other, each scoop smaller than the last.

#this chapter took me like 2 weeks to write because of this line and another one #i just kept pingponging between 3 different servers trying to figure it out with other people's help #including true parisian input on what color [redacted] ice cream comes in #the other uses of the word ''love'' before this didn't work #the first one because it was just boring. even in context.#the second one because it was suuuuuper spoilery #asks answered #anonymous #....#nameless anon #ask game

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venturousheart · 2 years

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What was in that ice cream

#ooc (( feegle's rambles ))#If no one hears from me and Birdie/doctordonovan again it's because we are d e c e a s e d the sushi place we went to was that good #It was so fast?? The ice cream came within 10 seconds of us ordering and THEN we got all the sushi #and the sushi was so exceptionally good and so reasonable in price like?? Help??

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frecklystars · 1 day

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Ahhh I’m so glad you enjoyed the Oscars performance of I’m Just Ken, I was wondering what you thought of it! This may be obvious and I’m just not picking up on it, but what were the implications you mentioned in the notes of Ken mimicking a knife stabbing him in the original performance versus shattering a glass and stabbing himself with that in the Oscars version? Did you mean that the difference is meaningful? I am interested to hear your thoughts! Apologies if it was something obvs tho lol 🐢

HI TURTLE ANON!!!! MY FRIEND TURTLE ANON!!!! HIII!!!! 👋

OHH I just meant in a literal sense that he's implying/mimicking he's stabbing himself in the chest with something pointy bc he's in THAT much pain when I went "the implications!!" hehe. this isn't the first time I phrased something in a weird way, and it shall not be my last :) sdlkfhdsfhdklsf I do want to say I like when there's that kind of thing in choreography! Mimicking you're stabbing yourself in the heart when you're emotionally wounded... ugh I eat that shit up. The Jabbawockeez (my favorite dance group) do that move all the time and it's-- UGH IT'S SO GOOD. Implying that you're so wounded from someone's words/actions that you feel as if you are physically bleeding to death from a stab wound piercing your heart is mmmmMMMYYYYY FAAAAAAVORITE!!!!!!!! 💘💘💘💘💘💘 I've actually been meaning to do Ken fanart of him stabbing himself with a glowing cupid's arrow ever since the movie was released in theaters. On opening night I was like "oh. I am drawing that at some point" and it's been, what, three quarters of a year? Haven't drawn it?!! I gotta get ON that

BUT ANYWAY AHH THAT'S MY FAVORITE PART!!!!! I like the difference between them too now that you mention it I DO wanna say something about that :3c I feel like........ Ken stabbing himself in the heart with a knife in the movie version showing how hurt he is dealing w/ his unrequited feelings/disrespect from the doll he was Made For, how it's a very slow feeling that festered within him for 60 crotchless, slutty years... his expression isn't an enraged sort of anger but it's just. bitter! he's tired and bitter and heartbroken! WAIT I made gifs hold on--

VS the Oscars version when Ken (we'll pretend it's Ken taking possession of Ryan Gosling's body for 3 minutes and 14 seconds) takes a champagne glass, is so hurt that it just feels like... an intense depression from a heartache that won't go away,,, total, utter desperation within the moment,,,,,, not something building up over time, but rather all of his resentment kind of simmers until it feels like it's breaking him, like his sadness is burning like acid eating him up from the inside out. You see all of that rage and anger put into every Ken that mimics smashing the glass on the staircase, and that anger melts into total despair when they're stabbing themselves. Taking a champagne glass, something that is not meant to cause harm, shattering it with such force until it becomes a weapon, and stabbing himself in the heart with the jagged shards -- and not even just stabbing himself with it, but the way he curls his body a little, then taking a pause, a breath -- OOGH. GOD it just!!! really accentuates his pain. Movie!Ken is in a dream ballet dance number, all of his feelings are in every move he makes. His bitterness and resentment is all in his expression as he keeps walking forward and continuing the choreography.

Since the Oscars version of this Ken is doing a performance based more on feeling (and, well, something built for live TV rather than a movie with a million camera shots and multiple takes), him sitting on the steps to pierce himself in the heart with his own champagne glass just seems so much more... what's the word i'm looking for. somber? just so utterly depressed and disconsolate... the way a movie version of just this one single line can be so different from a live TV version bc the choreography is different, the Feeling is different, the expressions and urgency within his movements are different!!!! ughhh so good!!!!!! It's my favorite part in the dance number, so seeing him not just mimic stabbing himself with a knife, but rather SHATTERING a GLASS to stab himself with the jagged shards??? UGHHH THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. That was Just For Me. I can't stop thinking about it....... I'm utterly obsessed.............

I'm really bad at phrasing things but hopefully I made SOME sense here heheh///// thank you for asking btw :D

#anonymous #asks #🐢 anon #love notes #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́-#i thought about the ask you sent me like over a month ago #when i was so bummed out i wasnt gonna have access to cable to see the oscars #and you were like 'hey its just ken rehearsing until YOU get to see him :)'#which helped a lot. and it's funny to think about now bc i . FORGOT #no scratch that i didn't FORGET. well i kind of did. BUT LISTEN HEAR ME OUT--#the SECOND i got home from my trip i was like 'WHERE IS THE TV!!!! I RECORDED MY BOY!!!'#but the tv was just straight up not available to me at any given time for like. over a month now SDFKHSFDF #until i was home alone and then i was singing ryan's snl monologue. that part where he sings abt the oscar.#'i didnt win the oscar it was just out of-- OH NO. I DIDN'T WATCH THE OSCARS. I DIDN'T SEE MY SWEET BOY???'#i hope ken isn't too mad at me... hey y'know what... he forgot to remind me too actually #too busy kissing and cuddling and going on ice cream dates to remember OH YEAH he was on live tv #ANYWAY MY RANT ASIDE. your earlier message helped me out a LOT with that particular Sad Feeling that i had. so thank you!!!

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thoughtsfromthecowshed · 1 month

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Sometime I hate cows

I had to milk 8 rows with one in the pit with me and I can barely get past her without her trying to crush me

And Cream just refused to give me instructions about what to do about her so I had to fucking guess at what she wanted. Thank God I got it right and wasn’t yelled at

#moo rambles #work #cream at work #cows #cows fucking suck some days #honestly this has been the second day in a row somethings gone wrong #and I’m like 80% sure my boss is away so he couldnt help #his wife had to come in with a tractor to pull out the cow #what even is my life

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isamoa · 4 months

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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”

jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.

ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc

ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.

ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol

SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”

SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.

TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”

CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”

#my goofy ahh side coming out with the choso one #THIS TOOK FOREVER #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #geto smut #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #jjk men x reader #jjk smut #isamoa #jujutsu kaisen smut

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rowarn · 3 months

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soap x reader x simon

soap doesn't know how to make you cum on his cock so he asks his trusted lieutenant to teach him how.

sub!reader, dom!simon, switch?soap, getting fucked by soap in simon's lap, wet&messy, cumming untouched, size difference/kink, threesome, fat dick!soap, MDNI

<3 just some horny nonsense that was spinning in my brain!!!

When Simon found out that sweet Johnny was struggling with something personal and even as embarrassing as making you cum, Simon’s mouth moved faster than his brain with an offer he never thought he would utter.

“I could help you out with that,” he had said, making Soap pause, mouth agape. Simon almost rescinded those words, brushing it off as a crude joke.

But then Soap spoke.

“Would you?” he asked, blue eyes glistening hopefully.

And Simon felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t make you cum, Soap had defended on the drive over to your shared flat. Soap was good with his tongue and his fingers, could make you squirt by just rubbing that sweet little spot inside your gooey cunt.

The problem was whenever Johnny got his cock in you, he just could never get it right. The pace was wrong, the angle was off, he went too deep – anything that he could do wrong, he would do wrong.

“It’s never been like this with other…partners,” Soap shyly whispered. Though it was dark in the truck, Simon knew his friend was blushing in embarrassment, “I-I don’t know what I’m doin’ wrong this time.”

“Well, we’ll figure it out, Johnny,” Simon assured, shoving the door open the second Soap turned the engine off.

You and Soap lived on the top floor and the elevator ride up was stifling. Soap was fidgeting, clearly more than a little nervous about how this night was meant to go.

You and he had been together for a while – long enough to move in together. Simon wondered what finally made Soap reach out for help on this little problem after so long.

But Simon wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d wanted to get his fucking hands on you from the second you bounced into the room, radiant and so sweet in the way you shyly clung to Soap’s arm. You were precious and Simon’s not proud to admit he had gone home and tugged his cock fucking raw over the way you had batted your pretty lashes at him when you looked up at him – so much smaller than him.

He knew he would be a fucking wreck the second he had you within his grasp and fuck, he was right.

His hands were shaking as he held you in his lap, gripping your knees to keep you spread wide for Soap to slot his hips between them.

You were a sensitive little thing, Simon learned. You came so easily around Soaps fingers when he worked to stretch you open for him. If you came so easily then why the fuck couldn’t Johnny get you off from his cock?

You were trembling, wide eyes teary as you watched your boyfriend carefully work his cock into you. The stretch was always so good, always making your eyes roll back in your head. Your cunt was so slick and sticky, eagerly swallowing every inch of Soap. So fucking messy. It made Simon's mouth fill with saliva at the sight of how wet you were, he wanted to taste you so badly.

Johnnys cock was fat, thick and heavy, no doubt burning your poor little cunt with how wide he had you stretched around him. You creamed around him, juices dribbling down his balls and wetting his sweatpants. You even dripped all over Simon who held you in his lap.

When Johnny started thrusting, Simon immediately understood why you couldn't seem to cum. Sure, it felt good, and you were moaning - twitching and gasping every time Soap sunk in and brushed against any sweet little spot inside. But Soaps rhythm and pace were inconsistent and he didn't seem to have any idea how to aim his cock to really hit those gooey spots that would have you falling over the edge into bliss.

Simon took a few moments to admire the scene unfolding right in his lap. You, creaming all over a cock that couldn't make you cum. Soap desperately humping your pretty cunt haphazardly and sloppily. He wasn't even bothering to touch your clit. Beneath his mask, Simon grinned.

It was so cute how Johnny went so stupid the second he got his cock wrapped up in a tight, hot pussy.

“Johnny…” Simon finally spoke, “Slow down.”

Immediately, Soap did as he was told. His pace slowed, careful rolls of his hips replacing the jackhammering.

“There's a good boy,” Simon praised, eyes darkening at the sight of Soap’s ears turning red, “Go nice ‘nd deep You gotta hit all those nice spots inside.”

Soap’s pretty, blue eyes were half-lidded as he watched you writhe and twitch in his Lieutenant’s arms. With every deep stroke, both of them could hear the sticky, wet noises of your pussy swallowing every inch.

One of Simon’s hands trailed down your thigh, inching down and down. Soap’s eyes followed every movement until his fingers finally found your hard little clit. Immediately, your cunt clamped down around Soap’s cock and the Scot moaned.

“You gotta touch this cute little clit,” Simon teased, “If you really wanna know how it feels to have a pretty cunt cum around you.”

Soap nonsensically nodded, blunt nails digging into your hips as he held himself back from fucking you like a madman again. He kept Simon’s words in mind - deep and slow. Aim for those little spots. He knows where they are, he knows where it feels good. Just don't think with his cock - that's all he had to do.

With Simon’s callused fingers swirling over your sticky clit and Soap’s fat cock stuffing you full just right, it came as no surprise when you finally came.

Soap wasn't able to stand how good it felt with how tight you were squeezing around him, pulsing through every wave of your orgasm. You were gushing, creaming sticky and wet all over him. Simon could feel you clit twitching under the pads of his fingers.

With a shout, Soap filled you up with his load, “Fuck!”

As the two of you came down, Simon’s big hands carefully stroked up and down your thighs until their trembling ceased.

“You know, Lt,” Soap panted, looking up at him through his lashes, “I think I could use a little more hands on training. How about you really show me how it's done.”

Even though Simon had quietly came in his own pants, his cock was chubbing up again at those words.

“I like the sound of that, Seargent.”

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#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #cod x reader #cod smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap smut

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shotmrmiller · 1 month

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it turned to smut in seconds, i cannot control my own hands, ok. 18+ (implication of breeding kink or something and simon's a jealous boy)

ex-husband simon who signed the divorce papers without a fight. it'd stung, you're not gonna lie, but it needed to be done and the fact that he didn't make a big fuss about it made things easier for you physically. (emotionally you were in shambles because did he not even want to try and fight for you?)

he comes over only on the weekends when he's on leave.

he's a good father to his boys. he takes them to their softball games when he can, buys them the ice cream and takes them toy shopping.

and then there's a sharp knock at your door on a wednesday afternoon.

"simon?"

he walks in like he owns the place, which technically he does- even pays the mortgage because there's no way you would be able to afford living here with your own measly income.

"what's this the boys are tellin' me 'bout a man bein' in here?" his voice is calm, steady. but you know simon better than you know yourself, and he's furious.

"i- i'm not sure-" he swipes his hand in the air and your mouth clicks shut.

"don't lie t'me, poppet, or i'll be findin' him myself an' you really don't want tha'."

what man? there hasn't been any since the divorce! you're digging through your memories, scrambling to find what the hell he's talking about when-

"oh! it's the plumber!" you take steadying breath. "i called a plumber on sunday. i needed the kitchen sink fixed."

his dark eyes are piercing, so sharp they could cut. simon's always been a walking lie detector, and it's unnerving to be on the opposite end of that analyzing stare.

he nods imperceptibly, then flicks his gaze to behind you, over your head. "show me."

you scoff indignantly. "show you what? the bloody sink?"

simon wordlessly heads to the kitchen and his knees pop as he kneels-

he's actually checking the fucking sink.

with a grunt, he leans his head into the cabinet and twist awkwardly which is no doubt causing a familiar pain to flare up in his lower back. you can't help but wince in sympathy.

lo and behold, there's a shiny, white elbow in the middle of the rest of the dirty, scratched pipe.

he hums, and rises to his feet, closing the cabinet with his leg.

simon approaches you slowly, fingertips touching the kitchen island as he rounds it. "palms flat on the counter, sweetheart."

oh. oh you know exactly what that means, and your pussy throbs almost in reflex. months without his touch and your body still responds the same.

your protest already at the tip of your tongue, almost involuntarily because principles, but he sees right through you, as he's always done.

"jus' a reward for all o' your hard work. takin' care o' the boys is a stressful job all on its own." his worn hand cups the underside of your jaw tenderly. "aren't i always good t'ya?"

your exhales are weak, just like your resolve. "okay."

simon's eyes glint with satisfaction as he lifts his hand, index pointing upwards and twirls it in a slow, deliberate motion.

your palms are flat on the counter when he curls his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and knickers, tugging them downward.

they're flat on the counter when he lowers himself to his knees and taps the inside of your foot, indicating you to widen your stance.

they're curled into fists when his breath puffs against your slick cunt and his warm tongue slides through your folds, drawing lazy circles around your bud. a tingle of arousal shoots up your spine, his mouth sparking a fire right under your navel.

they're reaching for simon, nails sinking into the delicate skin of his wrist as your back bows when you come on his tongue, vision spotted with black, blurry dots and white hot ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your hands are now crossed at the base of your spine, your cheek pressing into the cool kitchen counter as he bends you over it.

"15 minutes before the boys are home from school. tha's plenty o'time, yeah?"

a rhetorical, if you've ever heard one.

your knuckles stain white as you clench your fists at the heavy, hot weight of his manhood stretching your walls to take him in, a sweet burn that you've always loved. he's gentle but sure, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that pushes the air out of your lungs. the sibilant hiss simon lets out is never fails to elicit a whimper out of you.

"fuck," he groans. "i could stay inside this pretty pussy forever."

and the dirty talk. how much you've missed it.

"would you like tha', pet? be inside of ya til you don't know where i end and you begin?"

a garbled mhm slips past your lips. your head already empty at just the sensation of being so unbearably full that it feels like you're tearing at the seams.

"another time, then, since the kids'll be home soon."

he begins to move, shallow but firm thrusts that drag his cock along your nerves deliciously- a sure fire way of getting you to climax around him in minutes.

your walls begin to squeeze down as the knot in your stomach tightens, and he lets go of your wrists, looping an arm around your waist and straightens you- his broad chest to your much smaller back.

his clever fingers wind downwards, and rub precise, little circles on your slippery clit, and it's all too much, you're hurtling toward the precipice at neck break speed- "god, simon, please-"

his pace never falters, not his hips nor his fingers as your moans begin to rise in pitch. "i'll get ya there, love."

he does, he gets you to your highest peak- blindingly intense- one that chokes the very breath out of you and slackens your knees. "i've got ya."

there's no strength left in you to brace for the spine-jarring thrusts he gives after, the only thing keeping you from sprawling forward is the arm that's looped around you as he pulls you to him.

"on anything?" he rumbles.

your ears ring at that because he can't possibly- your head shakes unbidden.

"good."

the last four thrusts are heavy, backed by his weight, and he smothers a loud groan into the junction of your shoulder as he finishes inside of you- thick, viscous cum filling you until it begins to drip and fall to the floor with an audible plop.

he presses tender little kisses to your sweaty shoulder and nips the side of your neck. "just in time."

the clock on the stove says 5 minutes before the bus gets there.

he helps you redress, chuckling under his breath when you won't look him in the eye. "i'll get the kids, go get cleaned up."

the knot in your chest loosens when you hear the boys' laughter at seeing their father on the driveway. it loosens when simon picks both of them up, one in each arm, and glances up at you as you look down at them from the window.

heat licks up your cheeks when he gives you a smarmy little grin.

idiot.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley smut #cod smut #cod mwii #simon riley #ghost smut

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ilsanslut · 5 months

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MEN who cum so much that it damn near bloats your tummy by the time he’s emptied his balls inside of you. a majority of the reason he cums so much is that he doesn’t jack off often. after all, why should he when he has you around to fuck his stupidly thick cock into and pump you with rope after rope of his hot cum instead? it’s heavy, it’s thick, and it’s opaquely white with the consistency of liquid cream—like melted vanilla ice cream. you always feel so delightfully full by the time he’s emptied himself into you. every time he pulls out of you, your hole always clenches around nothing, trying desperately to keep what you can inside, but it’s near impossible. there's just so much of it that you can’t help but have it leak out of you—thick, milky, steaming globs rolling down the creases of your nethers in a disgustingly lewd fashion—one that he couldn’t get enough of. that’s fine by him, though; after all, it just gives him the excuse to go round after round, fucking his cum so deep into you that you wouldn’t even dream of it dribbling out of you.

sometimes, you just have to wrap your lips around his fat balls that are practically gurgling with his virile seed, twitching in your mouth as he makes you work for your 'reward'. don’t even get me started on when he fucks your throat. his cock is so big, so monstrously thick, that your jaw begins to ache within seconds of wrapping your lips around him. he has to ease you through it as his massive cock nearly suffocates you and stuffs your tiny throat full.

“yeah, that’s it, angel.” he drawls as he languidly thrusts into your mouth, feeding you inch after inch of his heavy mass. “that’s it, take it, sweetness. you can do it. you’re my good little cockslut, aren’t you? haah, shit. you hungry for my cum? wanna feel it pumping down your throat and into your pretty tummy? yeah? oh fuck, baby. you drive me insane.”

not to mention, he’s a head pusher. he doesn’t want you to spill a single drop when he finally comes undone, holding you by the back of your head against the fine hair of his pelvis and drowning you in his light, masculine scent. his taste isn’t bad either. it tastes nothing like strawberries or anything, but it is oddly enjoyable in that the saltiness is just right—not overbearing, but not so much that you want to spit it out. god forbid you waste a single drop.

“oh? looks like you’ve made a mess, baby.” he says as he thumbs the creamy substance at the corner of your swollen brims to push back into your panting maw.

“don’t worry, angel. there’s plenty more where that came from.”

kaiser michael. NAGI SEISHIRO. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. shoei barou. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. CHIGIRI HYOMA. MIKAGE REO. SHIDOU RYUSEI. NANAMI KENTO. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. sukuna. GOJO SATORU. mahito. WRIOTHESLEY. zhongli. neuvillette. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. RAGNVINDR DILUC. tighnari. scaramouche/wanderer. HEIZOU. xiao.

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awearywritersworld · 3 months

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megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader

tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.

ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.

gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"

gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"

gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"

honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?

he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?

apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.

he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.

while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.

his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.

and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.

he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—

"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.

while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"

oh.

gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.

megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.

"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."

gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.

"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.

your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.

"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"

"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.

the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.

you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.

he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."

this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.

gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.

"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"

just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.

"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"

nice.

"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.

you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.

megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"

"shut it, kid."

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lesvegas · 2 years

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Second order of creamed honey from Ioway Bee Farm finally arrived and while the almond creamed honey was a little underwhelming the blueberry one was almost *too* decadent. Like mortals were not made for something that tastes this good. This honey could corrupt a man from the first spoonful. It helps me to avoid eating half the jar in one go, though.

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