#weasel wednesday

[hansel-and-grendel]

Dig box shenanigans

#hansel and grendel #ferrets #ferretblr #grendel #hansel #video #weasel wednesday

[bethanythebogwitch]

Today's Wet Beast Wednesday is about sea otters. I was originally going to do this last week in honor of the 24th birthday of Rosa, the world's oldest sea otter (and one of the oldest sea otters on record) but, well, I forgot. But better late than never.

(Image: a sea otter on its back, yawning)

The sea otter (Enhydra lutris) is one of only two otters to live in salt water, the other being the rare and poorly-understood marine otter (Lontra felina). Otters are aquatic mammals of the family Mustelidae, which makes them cousins to weasels, badgers, wolverines, and martens. While many mustelids can swim, otters have adapted to a primarily aquatic lifestyle. Sea otters are divided into three subspecies: the Asian sea otter (Enhydra lutris lutris) which lives from northernmost Japan up through the northwest Pacific, northern sea otter (E. l. kenyoni) which lives from Alaska down to Oregon, and the southern sea otter (E. l. nereis), found in California.

(image: a sea otter relaxing on a rock)

The sea otter is one of the smallest marine mammals (only the marine otter is smaller), yet it is also the heaviest of all mustelids. Males are larger than females, averaging between 1.2 and 1.5 meters (3'11" to 4'11") and 22 to 45 kg (49 to 99 lbs). Females average 1 to 1.4 m (3'3" to 4'7") and 14 to 33 kg (31 to 73 lbs). I honestly thought they were around the size of cats and was surprised to find out how big they can get. Otters are the most recent of the marine mammals and have not developed the thick layer of blubber other marine mammals use to keep themselves warm. Instead, sea otters warm themselves with the densest fur of any mammal, with almost a million hairs per square inch. The fur has two distinct layers: a longer layer of waterproof guard hairs and a shorter underfur layer. The guard hairs keep the underfur dry and trap air between the layers. This air gets heated by the otters body heat and provides an extra layer of insulation. This is the same principle that wet suits work on. The air layer also provides some added buoyancy. Sea otters are positively buoyant and can float on the surface of the water. There are many other adaptations to an aquatic lifestyle that sea otter have. Their feet are webbed and have long digits, allowing them to act as flippers but also making them slower and more clumsy on land. The front claws have retractable claws and pads that let them grab onto slippery objects. When swimming, they use their entire real bodies, but primarily their hind feet, for propulsion. They can hold their breath for up to five minutes and have whiskers used to search for food in darker water. Their ears and nostrils close when submerged to keep water out. While sea otter can, and often do, move around on land, they are capable of living their entire lives in the water. Some evolutionary biologists think sea otters represent an early stage of marine mammal development and can compare them to more established marine mammals like cetaceans and pinnipeds.

(image: a wet weasel holding a sea urchin)

Sea otters are carnivores whose diet consists mostly of hard-shelled invertebrates, though they will also eat fish. They forage for food on the sea floor in dives that usually last a minute. Their paws give them an advantage over other marine mammals, who can only use their mouths for capturing prey. Otters by contrast can pick up and move rocks and dig into the sediment. They are the only marine mammals to catch prey with their paws instead of teeth. Otters carry prey to the surface and eat while floating on their backs. Famously, they use rocks to break open the hard shells of their prey, making them one of the relatively few mammals to use tools (though tool use is proving to be more common than previously thought). Under each arm is a pouch of loose skin that is used to hold prey and rocks. Each otter has a favorite rock that they carry with them. Sea otters have blunt teeth used to crush through prey's shells.

(image: an otter dining on crab)

While sea otters do spend a lot of time in groups, they are not considered truly social animals as they forage, groom, and defend themselves on their own instead of with help. Groups of otters are called rafts that typically have between 10 and 100 members, but can reach up to 2000 members. Rafts are single sex, each having only male or female members. When resting, raft members will hold hands to keep themselves from drifting apart. One social behavior they engage in is play, which is done frequently. Mating season happens in autumn. During summer and autumn, males will attempt to establish territories and push other males out. Females mover between territories at will. Males without territories will swim around and attempt to find females in heat. Males will attempt to mate with multiple females. During estrus, the males and females will bond through play and sometimes aggressive behavior. When mating, the male will bite the female's head, which can leave scars. Otters are capable of delayed embryo implantation, where they can wait for several months between conception and the embryo beginning development. Pregnancy lasts four months and typically results in a single pup. While males are absentee fathers, females are very caring mothers who spend almost all their time caring for their pups. The only time she leaves her pup will be when diving. The pup will be left floating on the surface, often wrapped with kelp to keep it from floating away. The baby will cry for its mother until she comes back. The mother will teach her pup how to dive and forage as it ages. Pups will stay with their mothers for 6 to 8 months (longer in colder areas), and sometimes until they are fully developed. Childless females will foster orphaned pups. Females reach sexual maturity at age 3-4 and males around age 5. They average 10 - 15 years in the wild and can live significantly longer in captivity. The oldest living sea otter is Rosa, living in the Monterey Bay Aquarium, who is 24 years old. The oldest sea otter on record was a female named Etika who lived to be 28.

(image: two sea otters holding hands)

(image: a sea otter mother sleeping with its baby on its stomach)

Sea otters are a classic example of an endangered species. They have been hunted throughout history for their fur. Eventually, this reduced the world population to less than 2000 individuals. They are now the target of conservation measures worldwide and local and international protections, which has helped the population rebound. They still have not regained their historical population or range, though reintroduction measures have helped them reestablish in historical territories. The southern sea otters are the most endangered. Famously, almost all southern sea otters alive today are descended from a group of 50 discovered in 1938, when the subspecies was almost extinct. Sea otters are classified as endangered by the IUCN. Sea otters are a keystone species, having a major ecological impact on their habitats. Famously in California, the near-extinction of southern sea otters resulted in a population boon of sea urchins (their primary prey) which proceeded to kill vast areas of kelp forest. Curren threats include predation, pollution, and habitat loss. Oil spills are particularly devastating to sea otters, as the oil destroys the air layer in their fur, destroying their ability to keep themselves warm.

(image: an employee with MBARI releasing a rehabilitated sea otter back into the wild)

#wet beast wednesday #sea otter #otter #marine mammals #wet weasel #water weasel #moist mustelid #marine biology #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #adorable

[spoonmoment119]

sillygoofy weasel art from the sillygoofy weasel stream

#spoon doodles #WEASEL STREAMS EVERY WEDNESDAY #THEYRE DOIN A HARDCORE

[weaselishmcdiesel]

Curse you for streaming when im alseep.

Im gonna catch a weasel stream once, just you wait. Thats a threat.

STIFF WHAT IF I HUGGED AND KISSED YOU AND DIPPED YOU LIKE IN THOSE FANCY BALLROOMS AND WE HAD MASQUERADE MASKS ON AND JUST WHEN YOU REALIZE YOURE FALLING IN LOVE WITH ME THE GAURDS RECOGNIZE MY MASK AND I ABSCOND TO THE OPEN WINDOW AND LEAP OUT BUT NOT BEFORE SALUTING YOU A GOOD NIGHT AND WISHING YOU A SAFE TRIP HOME

#every Wednesday anytime from 5-9 pm est baybe!!! :D!!! #and if you’d like I could ping you!! but I might forget ^^; and it might be pointless if you’re asleep ..^^; #weasel speaks #asks!

[why-i-love-comics]

DC's Saved by the Belle Reve #1 - "High School Lows" (2022)

written by Tim Seeley art by Scott Kolins & John Kalisz

#suicide squad #peacemaker #harley quinn #king shark #DC #katana #weasel #christopher smith #harleen quinzel #amanda waller #tatsu toro #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers

[warcrimesimulator]

It Is Sable Sunday My Dudes

Sable Sunday!!!!!!!!

#sable sunday mink monday tayra tuesday weasel wednesday fisher friday

[stargazeraldroth]

This prob has nothing to do with anything but did you know that Ink's canon spirit animal is a weasel? And weasels are euroasians animals-

ANYWAYS, love this kinda of narrative that the anon posted. Also amused by the idea that instead of Ink not feeling ""Asian enough"""" (bc of his euroasian heritage), he instead feels that he's not ""french enough"" ( lets be real for one second bc Ink is VERY asian)

Ngl, I've been staring at this for a bit and trying to figure out what to say. But I've got nothing. Just. Ink the Weasel. Danger Noodle.

#anonymous asks #raaaaah weasel god ink #i was gonna use the Weasel Wednesday gif but it is friday

[outpost51]

Happy WBW! Tell me anything about the currency of your world! (It can be about denominations, types, regions it's used in, things like that!)

Nopal hiiiiiii

Okay so I’m incredibly boring, they use credits in Xatal.

BUT some cultures will still operate on the barter system which means I get to ramble about uknuk culture and induct you into the uknuk stans club because while I definitely don’t have a favorite species, I definitely do and it’s the gd uknuks. Will this entirely answer your question? Probably not. But uknuks, nopal. Uknuks.

(Below the cut, natch.)

So, starting with a little context, uknuks possess two names within their own society, and a third, which is an alternate for the first, externally. They don’t have “family” names, as the entire community raises the children, and they feel that a “traditional” surname implies ownership of children by their parents, which goes against the central “all for all” attitude of uknuks; just as the responsibility of raising children is shared, so is the joy of experiencing their milestones, their accomplishments, and their mischief. Instead, their second name is received upon completion of their rite of passage, traditionally a stint of community service to introduce them to the responsibilities of full community members, and is indicative of their personalities or personal accomplishments. For example, Dekdek Jumpycup was the most spirited of her litter, and Cosh Pepperjacket was the spitfire of his litter. Second names are lyrical in nature, with an inherent rhythm to them that befits their holder. Given names are typically one or two syllables long, as it’s simply easier to call seven single-syllable children in for supper than seven with complex names.

Still with me? Sick. The reason the uknuks have two first names is because they have a name for legal documents and a name for their actual friends and family. They don’t believe in binding contracts but rather place a heavy emphasis on upholding one’s word/end of the bargain. Unfortunately, galactic society requires them to have IDs and permits and a variety of other legal documents, so they developed business names. These are typically modeled after their given names, so in the case of a slip up in front of a contracted entity, it can be passed off as a nickname. It also helps them get out of contracts with foreigners when their intuition leads them to believe the situation is souring. Going with the previous example, Dekdek and Cosh to their crew, Dassie and Coney on paper.

“So, what does this mean for capitalist ventures, Korble,” you ask, “when the uknuks are living in a stateless socialist society?” I see you, I hear you, I gotchu. Finger guns winky face.

Their direct barter system is one of the few systems in place in uknuk society that is primarily based on individual need, rather than communal. Sometimes, in cases of larger trades, whatever is being traded may benefit the community as a whole, but in smaller cases? Nah, fam. You want this, give me that, and then we’re even.

Say Cosh has just finished a batch of his cargo hold moonshine, and Rees wants a jar. The hardworking crew of the Rae’dinnah are nearing the end of Captain ak-Shagra’s mandatory bimonthly break from jobs, and therefore Rees is at the end of his credit stores. Cosh has plenty of credits, though, so he wouldn’t need the credits anyway! What he doesn’t have are the fancy smokes Rees puffs on all day, and he knows Rees has like three cases in his locker because he buys in bulk when they make port on Thumon, and also he’s a hoarder. It’s a problem (for the crew, not the cazen). One pack of smokes for one jar of moonshine, and they’re both happy as clams.

There is a credit system (without interest) if the goods and/or services being traded are not on hand — i.e. large things such as ships, an item you’re to build or make but do not currently possess, or an arrangement in the future (“If you cater my son’s wedding reception, I’ll cater yours next March.”) etc etc. This credit system, however, operates on the trust and honor of the parties involved. Flake on a deal once, and it might get chalked up as a mistake or hard times. Flake twice and that’s it, no more credit for you. Have the Thing on hand or no deal.

Uknuk markets are quite noisy due to the negotiations everywhere and while most vendors might take credits, there’s always a few “old-fashioned” ones that only accept trades. They also love a good haggle! Just don’t go too low to start, or you risk implying that what the vendor has is of no true value to you. The general rule of thumb is to offer no lower than 45% below asking price if you know each other, and 30% if you don’t.

#this is probably so incoherent listen I love these little weasels with all my heart #worldbuilding wednesday #xatal galaxy

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

I do think one of my favorite parts about work is having people who I can be like omg you would Not believe what is happening rn in my life to and they’re like oh my god really??

#today on that is I actually cannot stand where I go to college and am not happy about going back #though I’m glad to get out of my house #and I was like maybe I should take a gap year. oh. I’d still have to live with my mother than. nvm #and one lady was like aww but I’ve met ur parents they’re fun! and I’m like oh bestie u wanna hear the latest on my mother??? #which would be that she left for 4 days said it was bc of me and then claimed she never said that and thinks everything is back to normal #and she’s like oh! oh wow. i did not get that impression #i just gotta. watch what I say a little bc my dad and the owner r friends #not that I have anything bad to say about my dad #my mother however……. don’t get me started #my mother saying all that is old news but I do like people to have context before they decide she seems like a very nice person #im working maximal hours still im out of here lol #but they didn’t schedule me!! so now im trying to take peoples hours #but it didn’t occur to me that I should like. pick and choose the days. like I should be putting in more effort to work days my friends do #everyone I really wanna see is there on my last day which makes me happy #i am gonna miss my friends a lot #i managed to weasel my way into my manager just like. giving me all of Wednesday to work. despite them not really needing me #she’s like wellll I’m managing so no one will say anything #like ok bestie thank u #now I just need to steal someone’s Friday morning #soup talks

[wadewilson-parker]

Wolverine (2020) #21

#deadpool #wade wilson #wolverine #weasel #maverick #wednesday spoilers

[h-i-raeth]

Wip game!!!! The shadow of dust plz?

From this

Nick speaks first.

“Hey. We just, wanted to say, you know--”

“We’re sorry. About everything.” Nancy finishes, unsure how to continue. She runs her hand along Nick’s back nervously, and then looks back at the crowd she had just left behind because she couldn’t just say nothing. “Everyone’s thinking about you. It sucks.”

Which. Yeah. But she’s not sure what else to say. Not sure what she’d want to hear, if it were Mike who was missing instead. 

“I’m sure he’s fine. He’s a smart kid.”

#wip wednesday #the shadow of dust #Nancy's daemon is named Nicolas (Nick for short)(her & Mike's daemons are named Nick-&-Nora because it tickled me to make another reference #to fictional detectives) #and he's a Least Weasel :) #or some other member of mustelidae but I am Heavily leaning towards least weasel

[masumi-m]

Wicked Weasel Wednesday!!

[weaselishmcdiesel]

happy wednesday!! ^-^

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!!!!!! WEASELISH DAY OF THE WEEK!!!!

#ROOOOOOOOOO #LOOK AT THE LITTLE #AND THE LITTLE #ASKJDHF #THE WAY MY PAWS GO FROM v to V #HEHEAH #THIS IS SO CUTE THANK YOU AJSHDF #HAPPY WEASEL WEDNESDAY BITCHES!!! #weasel speaks #asks! #art #and your pupils go red ajkshdf god im . going to kill you to death #HEAHEH #watch me reblog this every wednesday

[why-i-love-comics]

Wolverine #21 - "Glory Daze" (2022)

written by Benjamin Percy art by Adam Kubert & Frank Martin

#deadpool #wade wilson #weasel #marvel #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers #wednesday spoiler #comic spoiler

[callmemickey]

Pepsi cola gmfo!!!!!😮‍💨😭🫨 my brain is fried i love pleasure dom!simon SO much im gonna manifest this man into my life😫 that being said, I for one would love to see what happened that one time reader tried to sneak up on him and got a firsthand demonstration on what would’ve happened to her if she had been an intruder 👀🍿

oh my god girl noooo 😭 no i couldn’t POSSIBLY wri-

A dreaded late night at work was suddenly flipped into a whirlwind of excitement: no overtime! Your boss said it could wait until the next week, and you could realistically schedule in the work next Wednesday, so you brimmed with happiness. You would gladly stress and fret at work next week just to savor today.

You pulled into your driveway, a burst of energy coursing through you as you were bubbling to see your fiancé. You have frequently been coming home exhausted and much later in the evening, so coming home at the proper time? It was one of the most thrilling moments of your adult life, but coming home on time to your fiancé? Electrifying.

With an urge to surprise him, you kept your eye on the front door as you turned off your car, slinking like a weasel to the porch. You licked your bottom lip before biting it to keep back your giggles. Pulling your keys from your purse, you slowly but firmly slid the key into the door, gingerly twisting it. You exhaled, steadying yourself. Hand on the handle, you turned cautiously, anxiety shooting through your hands.

You opened the door, peeking inside before tiptoeing in, gently shutting and locking behind you. To minimize sound, you were able to slide off your work shoes. You looked down the dark hallway, noting that Simon didn’t hear you, or, at least, he wasn’t standing there waiting. You were tentative, however, with the way you hesitantly moved down the hall, gliding with your pantyhose on.

Peeking, eyes just past the doorway to the living room, you spied on Simon. He sat on the couch on the far end, his back to you with something nonsensical on the television. You narrowed your eyes as you quietly shuffled your feet to the couch, your arms creeping up while your heart pounded incredibly loud in your ears. You were just upon him, feeling as if you just trumped him in stealth - and it almost caused you to laugh.

Your hands, so gentle and featherlight, went to his shoulders. You wanted to quickly then wrap your arms around his chest, as a cute little surprise! But what you failed to realize, which you continue to do, is that your fiancé, a Lieutenant with some crazy special operations unit, couldn’t be surprised.

It was probably because he heard your car in the driveway, the front door unlocking, opening, closing, and relocking, and your feet shuffling on the floor with your breath staggering from excitement and giggles.

Faster than a snake striking its prey, Simon’s hand grasped at your arm, his other hand swooping behind to grab at your back, and with a strong, inhuman pull, flipped you over the couch and onto your back. A yell left your mouth as you flew through the air and landed with a huff. Pinning your hands to your sides, Simon spun around on the couch to straddle you.

“You’re lucky I knew that was you. Wanna know what’d I do if you were a thieving little mouse?” His tone, something you rarely heard, was a threat, but it was still oozing lust.

You were breathless for a moment, his hardened cock tenting his sweatpants, facing you proudly. You looked at it momentarily, jaw slacking and mouth salivating before blinking your gaze back up to him, half-lidded. “Yes,” you sighed eagerly, your heat spreading through your cunt, a wetness rubbing against your panties.

He smirked, lowering the band of his sweatpants and underwear, his gorgeous, thick cock springing free. Your breath stopped for a second, watching the tip bob up and down in your face before standing erect with a slight droop from the heaviness. Oh, fuck, you were so excited to be home.

Simon began rubbing his cock, pre cum beading at the head. He was horny for a while, thinking about you coming home, but reaching peak arousal when he realized you were trying to stealthily surprise him. Cute. So cute that he wanted to fuck that smirk right off of your face.

You squeezed and rocked your hips, rubbing your thighs as you tried to find some semblance of pleasure as Simon was in his. He wouldn’t give. You looked up at him. “Really?” You asked in a sad voice, feeling teased.

“Aww, hah, you think a naughty little thing like you gets to cum?” A rhetorical question. Your mouth went dry and you blinked at him, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Simon shifted up your chest, his groin just about to press your face, his heat emanating onto you. You moaned softly, excitedly, a smile filled with anticipation on your face. His hand still on his cock, he lightly tapped your cheek with his firm erection. You giggled, closing your eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“Open.” His tone was curt, demanding.

You obeyed. “Yes, sir.” Your voice rang, hiding a smirk while his hand tensed briefly at your response. Your jaw hung down, tongue out, your hot mouth beckoning him to enter.

His tip pressed onto your tongue and into your mouth, and you immediately began to bob your head onto his cock. Simon sighed, his hand moving to your hair, pulling it out of the way. You gagged, tears biting at your eyes.

“You don’t have to go that hard, baby,” he reassured in a soft voice.

You popped your mouth off of his cock. “But I thought I was a bad girl?” You asked with a pout.

He smirked, falling back into his role. “Yeah - and a fuckin’ slutty little thief, too.” He added, pushing his cock into your mouth, allowing the gags and tears.

Simon struggled with staying in character it seemed, too high strung to want to continue if there was a semblance of him hurting you. What he was going to learn was that his dominance made you painfully horny, a pool laying in your panties.

He popped his cock from your mouth, sighing at seeing you swollen red lips, saliva dripping and drooling from your mouth, mascara smeared. Your eyes were half-lidded, visibly glazed as you looked at him with neediness.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He sighed before sliding back down your body, your hands freeing.

Simon grabbed your blouse and ripped it, buttons flying across the living room as a shrill gasp involuntarily came from you from the shock. You glared at him. “Simon, that was hundreds-“

“I’ll buy you another one.” His tone was rushed as his hands snaked behind your back and undid your bra, pulling everything off from the top of your body. The man was desperate.

His hands groped deeply at your breasts, squeezing your nipples firmly, and you yelped at the movement. Simon got off of you briefly, and before you could react, he flipped you over on the couch so you were lying on your stomach. He straddled your thighs, pushing up your skirt to reveal your ass.

He angled your hips up, and, startling you, ripped your pantyhose in half to reveal your black thong. You moaned at his aggression, his hands pulling your panties down and spreading your ass. He inhaled as you whimpered, your cunt, glistening and wet, felt the cool air hit, causing a shiver to ripple up your back.

Simon’s fingers rubbed in between your folds, momentarily circling your clit before submerging them inside your needy hole. You cried out as he gave a few experimental thrusts. “You this fuckin’ wet, huh?” He chuckled, “Needy little slut.”

He pulled his fingers out, another cry leaving you as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. You whined, wiggling your hips against him, trying to usher him to plunge into you. A harsh slap stung your ass, causing you to yelp. “Simon!” You gasped, looking back at him.

His normally warm brown eyes seemed almost pitch black with desire, face serious. He squeezed your ass almost painfully, causing you to whimper. Before you could open your mouth again, he pushed his cock in, sheathing completely in one thrust.

A cry left you as he pulled back, and began fucking you with a fierce speed, your cunt barely stretched and ready. You let out a series of sharp moans, his cock angled and hitting that spot inside your pussy just right. “O-o-oh my g-god,” you gasped, beginning to lose your breath as the pleasure was building incredibly fast.

“You’re so cute- ah, thinkin’ you can sneak up on me. Like I didn’t hear you the moment you pulled in.” His hips snapped against your ass, your eyes rolling back as his cock drilled so hard into you, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“S-Si-Si-Simon-,” you squeaked with every thrust, struggling to say his name in one breath, the pleasure drowning you and pulling you down into dark depths.

He slammed into you with such drive and force that you couldn’t seem to even let out a moan, as well as barely breathe. It was teetering so dangerously close where you would be begging him to finish. Your body was flushed, covered with a film of a sweat, and your hair stuck to your face and neck.

You felt your orgasm heating up so heavy that when it started to approach, it was rushing in like a bullet train. Your nails dug at the fabric of the couch as you buried your face in.

“Oh, no, no,” Simon growled, his hand gripping into your hair and pulling your face up and to the side to make you look at him, “you’re gonna look at me while I make you cum.” He demanded, your eyes half-lidded. You barely processed what he said, because your cunt constricted and the raging impact of your orgasm stalled the breath in your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, “c’mon, baby.”

You fought the need for your eyes to roll back, straining to keep your gaze on him as you felt like your soul was imploding. “F-fuck, Simon!” You finally cried out, your moans pouring from you.

“Thaaat’s it, hah, that’s a good fuckin’ girl.” His voice was a harsh purr in your ear as he continued to fuck you through your insanity.

Simon briefly pulled out of you, a groan of disappointment ripped from you at the sudden absence of being filled. He flipped you over onto your back, your legs resting on his thighs and hands finding their way to his back.

Simon’s cock sunk into you, pushing through your still clamped walls, causing you to cry out, nails beginning to dig into the flesh on his back. He let out a very rare moan, hips slapping loudly against yours. “Ah, I wanna see your pretty face when I cum, Y/N.”

He moved your hair away from your face, watching you pant sharply as he put his thumb in your mouth. He pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, his index finger hooked and holding your chin. Simon held your mouth open, your gasps and moans falling out of you.

His hips began to lose a rhythm and his cock was hitting you harder. His hand fell from your mouth to grip the couch tightly, as if holding on. You cried out at his out of sync pace, nails pulling across his back at how overwhelmingly relentless he was, and you were close to tapping out. “Hah, ah, f-fuck, Y/N.” His voice was strained, struggling, just before he let out a harsh groan.

Simon’s hips crashed into yours once more, his cock pressed tightly against your cervix. You felt his cum pushing and filling you, causing you to shiver and let out a small whimper. He panted heavily above you, his cock still twitching inside your hole, making sure every last drop was nestled deep in your cunt.

And there he kneeled above you, dominant, protective. Simon loosened his grip from the couch, pushing hair away from your face. Half of his face was illuminated from the television, and he took a moment to watch you, flushed, sweaty, hot. He smiled softly, leaning in and giving you a deep kiss as he slid his softening cock out. You sighed into the kiss as he pulled away, his cum immediately beginning to bead out of your hole. He popped his sweatpants and underwear band up back over his hips. He leaned on his heel, his hands resting on the tops of your thighs.

“So all I learned tonight is to just break in.” You stated, causing him to chuckle, a hand rubbing your leg lightly. “Alternatively,” you started, letting the thought simmer aloud, “you could break in.”

He smirked and cocked his head. “And what’re you gonna do to stop me, love?”

“Nothing.”

#Simon can’t roleplay #cod mw2 #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

[dichromaniac]

It's what she DESERVES.

Happy Weasel Wednesday!

#dimension 20 #burrow's end #burrows end