#I blacked out

[grimeonadime]

Based on that one moment from the stream yesterday where Robin Aktin was bogeying to music that was playing in 140p

#Tf2 #tf2 shitpost #tf2 animation #medic tf2 #tf2 medic #team fortress 2 #robin atkin downes #just silly stuff #i blacked out #and made this

[ditzyblues]

shuddup and kiss me on my mouth!

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #capril #rise capril #rottmnt capril #rottmnt april #rise april #april o'neil #rise casey #rottmnt casey jones #cassandra jones #casey jones #rottmnt cassandra jones #save rottmnt #i blacked out #and woke up to this #my art

[sebbyisland]

#I blacked out #solangelo #pjo #the sun and the star #riordanverse #nico de angelo #will solace #seb draws

[toshidou]

hea r me out ,,, sub ghost ,,,,

oh anon, how i love you

word count // 1.3k

tags // 18+ only, sub!ghost, dom!reader, rope, handcuffs, vibrator wand, ghost calls reader mommy and it nearly kills him and his pride but he did it (proud of him), face sitting, cunnilingus, hair pulling, multiple orgasms (from simon, lucky boy)

Simon Riley is not a man who gets the opportunity to let go very often, if in fact at all. He knows what’s expected of him, whether it be the stern, serious lieutenant, or the Ghost, a mere myth to military personnel all over the globe. He knows the role he’s been assigned, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go above and beyond the expectations set for him. 

He once foolishly thought that he was a man who could cheat his own biology, somehow convincing himself that he could outrun the stress and near debilitating exhaustion. That was until you offered him a rather different solution. An arrangement that worked well for both of you, he remembers you saying. You weren’t wrong. Which is how he finds himself handcuffed to the metal bars of your bed frame; Hitachi wand tied against the entire length of his cock. 

“I wonder what your enemies would think if they saw you like this, hm?” Your voice cuts through the fog in his head, forcing his blurred sight to clear just so he could drink in the vision before him. You sit on the end of the bed, maddeningly far from where his body lays prone on the sheets, watching him with wicked eyes as he jolts when the tip of the vibrating wand presses firmly against his frenulum. 

“Going to cum on your pretty stomach for me again, baby?” He doesn’t miss the taunt in your voice, trying to hide the way his cock twitches pathetically at your condescending tone, unable to do anything but part his lips and moan. Being vulnerable was not something he ever thought could come this naturally to him, but something about you made it so easy for Simon to just forget about his place in the world, about the near back breaking burden he carries on his broad shoulders on a daily basis. You help him feel free, by taking away that burden and replacing it with blinding pleasure; all he had to do in return was give you his submission. It was the easiest choice he’s made in a long time. 

“Use your words big boy, I know it’s a lot, but I need you to be a good boy for me, okay?”

“Yeah, fuck, ‘m sorry,” he doesn’t miss the fond gleam to your eye, nor the hand that slides from his knee down to his upper thigh, hissing through his teeth when your touch causes his leg to twitch, jolting the vibrator against his cock, “‘s too much, gonna go fuckin’ insane.”

You hum in response, lidded eyes molten with lust come to rest on the flushed red tip of his cock, pearlescent beads of precum dripping in rivulets down his veined shaft, straining against the rope that secures it to the wand. 

“You mean to tell me that my big strong soldier can’t handle a little vibration?” Any response he has dies in his throat the moment you flick the tip of his cock, shame seeping through his veins when he realises that he just fucking came. Again. He doesn’t know if he wants your mercy, or more, but his dick apparently makes that decision for him, still painfully hard where it lays twitching like a heartbeat against his abdomen. 

“Please,” He grits out, eyes shining with tears formed through over-stimulation, “Please turn it off,” but glassy eyes only serve to widen the grin that stretches so prettily across your face. 

“Please who, Simon?” Oh god. His head droops, chin meeting his chest as he debates whether taking the near torturous, incessant pleasure would be easier than dropping the last of his pride, the last barrier to full submission you haven’t quite been able to squeeze from his stubborn brain. The debate, however, is short lived, cut off by the click of a button and strangled shout as the vibrations kick up a notch, doubling his previous torment. 

“Please mommy, please fuckin’ turn it off, God,” The momentary humiliation dissipates the moment he locks eyes with you, chest heaving with relief as the wand is finally switched off. You look near predatory, pupils dilated so heavily not a shred of colour remains, sharp nails digging so deliciously into the meat of his thigh as you use him as leverage to kneel over his wrecked body. 

“There we go, was that so hard sweetheart?” He nearly preens under your pleased gaze, going near dizzy with how quickly he finds himself sinking under your dominance. It’s nothing like the authority he’s used to wielding, harsh and unforgiving; you control him as easily as one does a puppet, with precision and grace. And he’s fucking obsessed with it, obsessed with you. 

“Want mommy to sit on your face, darling?” You must instantly catch the way he’s eyes widen, how his arms strain against the metal bonds above his head.

“Yes fucking please,” he rasps, saliva quick to settle heavily on his tongue at the mere thought of you seated so prettily on top of his mouth, unable to think of anything other than making you cum on his tongue. He’s practically panting by the time you come to straddle your legs either side of his head, unfocused eyes darting between your face, and glistening folds, so desperately eager to have the taste of you coat his tongue, his lips, his chin, marked so clearly as yours. 

“What’s the magic word again, baby boy?” 

The reply comes so much easier this time. 

“Let me eat you out, mommy, please, I’ll beg if I fuckin’ ‘ave to, just-” Clearly you weren’t interested in hearing anything else he had to say, cutting him off by lowering the rest of your body to met his mouth and rewarding him with the sweet taste of your cunt. He’s sinking deeper, he’s just barely aware of the feeling of pure emptiness and bliss that rolls over his consciousness, no thoughts in his brain other than pleasing you. His tongue laps in strong, desperate strokes against your pussy, collecting every drop of your arousal and swallowing it down like he’s a man starved, as if you were an oasis amidst a barren desert. 

He’s rewarded with your hands forming a tight grip in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp in a way that has his hips lifting off the mattress, groaning as he feels the way his biceps flex against solid restraints, desperate to sink his fingers into the soft warm plush of your skin. 

“Doing so fucking well, making me feel so good Simon,” Saccharine words sooth his addled mind, forcing himself to stay afloat just so he can watch the way you begin to fall apart atop him, hips canting against his mouth as you start to ride his tongue with earnest. You barely cast a glance down at him, as if the only thing you care about is chasing the pleasure that lies beneath you. And it really shouldn’t turn him on, the idea that he’s nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, but it really fucking does. 

It only takes a mere minute or two until you’re falling apart above him, your walls spasming around his tongue, thoroughly drenching his face and throat with your cum. He doesn’t stop fucking his tongue into your twitching pussy until you’re dragging your hips from his face, revelling in the frustrated and disappointed whine that slips from his arousal slicked lips. 

“No need to sound so sad, baby, I’ve got a lot more planned for us tonight. So be a good fucking boy and let mommy ride your cock until she’s had her fill.” 

Letting go may not have come easily to Simon, but with you, it’s as natural as breathing.

#☁︎⋅writing #help #this was meant to be like 200 words #i blacked out #and then this appeared #i have no excuses #i am just too feral when it comes to this man #i need psychiatric help #good fucking god #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #cod mw22 #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #sub simon riley #sub ghost

[k8mckinnonstan]

your resident "are mac and dennis the best will-they-won't-they in sitcom history?" question asker!

after my question and @charmac 's question about the SINNED system, i'm pretty sure we should be hired as full-time macdennis reporters

trust the structure ;)

#glenn howerton #macdennis #the best will-they-won't-they in sitcom history #i blacked out #he high fived me after #always sunny #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #always sunny podcast #radio city

[pigeonneaux]

Do you understand my vision

#i blacked out #käärijä

[bitchlessdino]

THE WAY WONWOO HAS THE FATTEST BREEDING KINK.

WHY WOULD YOU PUT THIS IN MY HEAD.

Now I must inform others of this @wonwussy @multi-kpop-fanfics

He’s so fucking possessive we all know this, but when he’s rutting in you with a hole full of cum that it’s just oozing down your ass cheeks, his thigh, and even the bedding, he can’t help but let out a guttural moan. He’s pushing his fat cocking deeper and deeper inside you, hands in your hair and holding on to that position until he’a cumming more into you. “God, this pussy is euphoric.”

You feel his palm meet your flesh harshly and you flinch as he runs the same hand down your side. “Whose pussy does this belong to hmm?”

“Y-you…”

“What’s that?” He spanks you again. “I know my good slut would speak up a lot louder than that.”

“Y-your pussy. This is y-yours, sir.”

He lets out a content scoff. “Fucking right, cumslut.”

He pulls out half way just to push it back in again, the hot load slipping out of you easily like nectar, defiling your insides but a the time same time make you feel whole and so so full. You were loud, clenching on to the sheets beneath you for dear life, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Better take all of my cum. You don’t want to waste even a drop if you want to keep being my little whore.”

#nan talks #asks #anon asks #seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #sorry this got out hand lmao #i blacked out

[tomshivbaby]

my contribution

#i blacked out #tom wambsgans #shiv roy #greg hirsch #who's tom married to in this universe? idk who cares #succession #tomshiv #tomgreg #tg63 #i'd be embarassed abt this but i actually really like how these turned out akjwakjs #> mine #tatin.succ #doodles/drawings

[incultas]

i am so normal about this animation .

#dog dont even ask what i been doing for the past 3 hours #i blacked out #bi-han #mk1 #sub-zero #my edits #zzz

[musashi]

#pwaa #ace attorney #mia fey #i blacked out

[sugar-fur]

y’know the PLAN was to actually draw something this week other than concept doodles but alas, it was not meant to be :( i’ll do it. uh. maybe this week?? who knows i sure don’t

anywho look at what i’ve been cooking: the thing i’ve lovingly (temporarily) named the rapunzelverse

i’ve been vibrating thinking about this and it’s been a single week. i have so so much to say about it but i’m gonna resist until i’ve drawn everyone else >:’)

ink belongs to @/comyet

cross belongs to @/jakei95

i personally find it INCREDIBLY funny that this mini obsession started because i had an epiphany at 10:55 on a monday night as i was watching disney movies and drawing a bike

as of now there are 1723 words in the note i have on my notes app, written frantically in an exhausted haze in the car on the way to cracker barrel post all-nighter :D

(that note is called “surely stealing a child is tax fraud right” and that’s not important but i thought i’d share that)

#undertale au #undertale multiverse #ink sans #cross sans #concept art #i blacked out #idk what happened #but this was not what i was supposed to be doing #i’ve gotten sick no less than 1k times this year im #at least i’ve got a sketch of the thing i want to do? #sure it’s been a sketch for a week but it’s there!

[sobselpop]

The hell happened in there ?

Same old story, Ricks killing Mortys.

(Inspired by Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581 by Ilya Repin)

#rick and morty #rick and morty fanart #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanart #so yeah I did a sketch #I blacked out #and this happened #enjoy #btw the quote is from cop Rick #I’ll try to draw smthin less angst next time #maybe #but yeah #tw blood #idk if I should tag that ? #anyway I only like one half of the whole drawing tbh but if I spend one more minute on it I WILL kill someone #but what if Rick went into the hole and his worst fear was being responsible for Morty’s death ? #I am a fun person to be around I swear #and I forgot to tag it because I thought it was obvious but this is NOT a ship omfg #some of y’all are insane istg

[wildglitch]

Im on a The Last Ronin high right now so here, a not sad boi Mikey

For a person who only had 2 pens and 4 highlighters, Im damn impressed with myself :]

Ok bye :v

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #the last ronin #tmnt the last ronin #art #fanart #mikey #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #how the fuck #i blacked out #lol #bro this is the first time I've ever drawn his #like wtf

[toshidou]

Im not saying the guy in this video looks a little like price but I am absolutely saying that and can you imagine doing this to him after a stressful mission :((( just taking care of him n making him feel good ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Link

I think I just passed out what the fuck

Explicit // 18+ ONLY, handjobs, me being an absolute shambles for price what's new

I can absolutely imagine him like that, nestled against your chest as you lazily jack him off, fingers unable to meet around the thick of his shaft. Soft lips dragging across his temple as he shakily exhales, eyes screwed shut as you pump the day's exhaustion out through his cock.

He'd sound so breathy, deep groans mixing with the slick sounds of your hand as it strokes his reddened length, veins protruding as you twist your grip at the head, careful not to tip him over the edge of release.

His hands would be clenching into tight fists repeatedly, bicep muscles straining where he tries to keep himself restrained, locked in an internal battle of taking over, and letting you have the power; a rarity he doesn't let himself indulge in as much as he obviously should.

"That feel good, handsome?" You'd mumble against his dewy skin, your gaze locked on the way his cock twitches in your grip, drinking in the sight of him pliant and needy in your lap with near insatiable eyes.

He'd barely be able to form a coherent response, just a rough nod of his head, a baritone moan escaping from barely lucid lips as he hurtles ever closer to his climax. He might be force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, but in your arms, he's reduced to nothing more than a writhing wreck, skin flushed red, hips canting up to meet every slick pump of your hand against his straining cock.

He needed this, needed you to take care of him, to stroke every morsel of lingering stress from his body in a way only you can.

"Wanna cum, John?" The question articulated with a squeeze at his base, fingers reaching down to momentarily cup his balls, massaging them in a way that has your name ripped from his throat in a low groan.

"Fuckin' course I do, love, shit—"

His heart rate would skyrocket, able to feel the way it kicks up from where your other hand is pressed to his chest, your arm wrapped around his neck, keeping him pinned to your body.

"You've done so well, baby, coming back to me again, letting me take care you, my big bear." The last words are whispered into his ear, punctuated by your teeth gently biting the lobe, feeling as much as hearing his responding growled curses, echoing against the walls of your living room.

You would know he's close when one of his hands darts up to grip yours at his chest, thick fingers engulfing yours, holding onto you as though he needed grounding, like he was scared of floating off into the abyss. His gaze wouldn't once waver from where you fist his length, too absorbed in how big he looks with your hands wrapped around him; more adjusted to seeing his own larger fingers gripped around his hardened cock, rather than the dainty hold you have on him. It's enough to drive him to nothing short of insanity.

It only takes a few more pumps before he's tipping his head back as far as your grip will allow, eyes scrunched closed as spurts of white cover his chest, dripping down onto your fingers, using his cum as lube to continue fucking him through his release. It'd take all the power within you to stop. Especially as you watch his release settle against the hairs on his chest and abdomen, along with the rapid twitches of his cock, his panted moans prove that he's teetering on the edge of overstimulation. You'd give his cock a few more tugs, for your own satisfaction more than his, before you'd finally let go, dragging your cum soaked fingers up his marked chest and whispering sweet nothings against the side of his head, pressing doting kisses against reddened cheeks.

You'd stay like that for an indistinguishable amount of time, minutes bleeding into each other as you hold him close and wait for his heart to finally even out into the slow, steady, sure pace you've come to associate with your John.

"You're so good to me," He'd mumble, lips brushing yours, before nimbly turning over in your grasp, strong hands securing themselves under your knees and pushing until they meet the resistance of your torso, azure eyes locked on the damp spot against your panties, "Now it's my turn to take care of you."

#☁︎⋅writing #I know my price babes got the 'big bear' reference #anon you've ruined me #i blacked out #the price brainrot continues <33 #captain john price #john price #john price x you #john price x reader #john price mw2 #john price smut #cod mw22 #cod mw2 #cod fanfic

[devils-sacrament-catering]

The finale wasn't bad, it just felt like a huge case of my absolute favorite snacks arrived at my door, but I only had one week to eat them all before they expire.

#it was just too much in too little time #i blacked out #ofmd #ofmd s2 #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd s2 spoilers

[iamthecomet]

Comet, you need to be more careful with the power you hold /lh. What if your hand slipped and wrote about Swiss egochecking Dew backstage? You could cause ghumblr wide panic?!

Dew's been a little shit all day. Swiss has been trapped in the bus with him. It's hot. Everyone's miserable. They're three weeks into a tour that doesn't feel like it's ever going to end. Swiss is tired of everyone. Sick of the way Mountain is always drumming on something. Sick of the way Aether butts his way into every issue based on facial expression alone. If Swiss grimaces at something Cirrus says, Aether's there, trying to smooth over a problem that doesn't actually exist.

He's sick of the way they all smell. Something that usually feels like home, but lately has been tinged by the acrid bite of tension. They're all too close, too much. And then, there's fucking Dewdrop. Swiss likes Dew, loves him, he guesses. But Dew has a unique way of digging himself under Swiss' skin and staying there. The others he can brush off. He can roll his eyes at Cumulus' incessant humming and just move forward. She isn't doing it to annoy anyone, it's just a thing she does.

But Dew? Swiss is convinced Dew does all of this shit on purpose. Aether has tried to tell him otherwise. Stepping between Swiss and Dew and dragging Swiss away before he digs his claws into Dew's grinning mouth. He's told Swiss, over and over, that Dew doesn't mean to be obnoxious, whiny, egotistical. He reminds Swiss that those same traits when on display at the Abbey don't always drive Swiss toward murder. Instead, it's usually a clue that Dew's had too much. Overstimulated and bitchy. And Swiss knows deep down that they are all overstimulated and bitchy and that Dew probably can't help being a little shithead. But his fraying nerves stopped giving a shit three hours ago when Dew dropped Swiss' guitar case (with guitar inside) and laughed about it, sneering at Swiss when he said something like somehow the clumsiness was Swiss' fault.

Dew's been acting too good to help all day. Like he is above carrying gear, and talking to his guitar techs, or even participating in Copia's pre-show ritual. Dew had held his mask under his arm and rolled his eyes through the whole thing.

Copia, to his credit, ignored the whole display. He's a better man than Swiss, that's for sure. Because when Dew pushes away from the group and goes back to his dressing room, Copia doesn't follow to reprimand him.

But Swiss does.

It's a mistake, he knows it even as he stalks after the fire ghoul. But Swiss, deep in his gut, knows exactly what they both need to stop this shit before they end up punching each other on stage.

Dew swings the door closed as soon as he steps into the dressing room with enough force that the slam will echo. But Swiss catches it with a flat palm before it can hit the frame.

Dew spins, eyes bright and wild, already enraged before he even realizes who's interrupting him.

"What the fuck do you want?" Dew spits. He tosses his mask towards the tattered couch in the corner of the room.

It isn't a particularly nice dressing room. It smells like stale cigarettes and beer. The carpet is a non-descript shade of brown and Swiss can't tell if it came that way or if it's just stained. The couch is brown too, worn out, and threadbare. But there's a vanity on one of the side walls, near Dew's costume trunks. And it has a mirror. And really, what more could Swiss ask for?

"Do you get off on being a brat?" Swiss asks. He closes the door behind him as he steps into the room. He uses a gentler hand, but then he reaches down and flips the lock on the knob.

Dew's eyes dart from Swiss' hand on the door to his face. His features shift, rage slowly draining into apprehension.

The last opener just finished. Swiss can hear the muffled final notes ringing through the arena, the dull roar of the crowd. They have plenty of time. Dew crosses his arms, he tips his head up to look at Swiss under his creased brows. Swiss keeps an eye on the clenching muscle in Dew's jaw. "You think you're hot shit, huh? Too good to carry your own gear? Too good to listen to Papa?"

Dew scoffs. "C'mon, Swiss. Let it go."

But Swiss can't, not when Dew's still wound so tight. Not when Dew's still looking at him like he's about to light them both on fire. Swiss is on him in one quick stride. He grabs Dew by the back of the neck. He presses his fingers in enough to so Dew knows he's not fucking around.

Dew's eyes go wide, he growls, but he leans toward Swiss anyway, his body betraying him.

"You want it."

"I want you to fuck off."

"No," Swiss leans down. His other hand finds Dew's waist. He pins him in place while he runs his nose up the side of Dew's neck, over his pulse, dragging up over his ear. Swiss worries the shell of it between his fangs, and Dew whines, pitiful already. "You want me to put you back in your place."

Dew goes stiff, he pulls weakly against Swiss' grip. It's token protest. Swiss snarls, then moves, dragging Dew with him over to the vanity. He shoves Dew down onto it, chest first so he can look himself in the eye. He holds him down with the hand on the back of his neck. With the other he reaches around to undo Dew's pants, he yanks them down to mid-thigh, then kicks Dew's legs further apart with his foot.

Dew's already drooling onto the particle board. Spitting and snarling, but not really fighting. His pupils are blown wide. When Swiss reaches beneath them he finds Dew hot and hard against his palm. Dew bucks into his hand, eyes threatening to roll back at the contact.

Swiss shifts Dew a little further up on the vanity, so he can trap his cock between the wood and Dew's body. Dew mewls, shaking at the sensation and Swiss hasn't even really gotten started yet.

"Don't understand why everyone else lets you get away with this shit," Swiss growls. He shoves two fingers into Dew's mouth the instruction clear. Dew could bite him. Could tear his fingers to shreds if he really wanted to. Instead, he drools all over Swiss fingers, licks between them, slicks them as messily as he can manage. They both know it's all Dew's getting.

Dew's face is dusted with pink. Swiss thinks about pulling on that thread. Calling him pretty. Seeing how fast he can get Dew to cry. But they have a show to do, he doesn't have time to gentle Dew through the aftermath of that particular scene. Swiss cum dripping down his legs all set will have to be good enough. He preps him quickly. Shoving those spit-slicked fingers inside of him without too much warning. Dew keens with it, twitching at the stretch, but he doesn't complain. He doesn't do anything except whine and rock his hips back against Swiss' fingers. When Swiss pets his prostate, Dew goes slack under him.

Swiss makes quick work of his own pants. Watching Dew's hole clench around nothing as he strokes himself to full hardness. He presses the blunt head of his cock against Dew's twitching hole. He spits on it, smearing it over the winking muscle.

"Gonna fuck the brat out of you," Swiss promises as he pushes in. Dew digs claw marks into the vanity and keens.

#comet writes #ficlet #request #anon #Dewdrop x Swiss #Swiss x Dewdrop #Swiss/Dewdrop #Dewdrop/Swiss #ghost fic #ghost fan fiction #the band ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul fan fiction #unedited #I blacked out