#fave anon

[comedicallyterriblemasky]

hi!! Its me again 🤭

Can i request bloody painter's S/O making him a canvas

Love, your favorite anon

Characters: Bloody painter/ Helen Otis and Gender neutral! Reader.

CW: None

Tags: SFW, Fluff, sfw romantic themes

A/N: Hii, here's the fic (I assumed you meant fic, sorry if I got it wrong!)

Fic below:

Helen sighed as he rummaged through his art supplies bin, yet, he didn't find a single canvas. Cheers, he'd used all of them, he mentally groaned and started to see if he had any extra pocket cash laying around.

Little did he know, you were lurking around the corner and saw this all. You immediately ran outside and started the rummage around the extra scrapped ply wood that was outside. You knew at some point it would come in handy. Sure, as you searched through the pile you had gotten a few splinters and a few minor scraps but in the end it was worth it, you managed to find a nice, flat, smooth-ish piece of wood.

You knew it wasn't technically a canvas but deep down you knew it was going to work either way. You quickly ran to the nearby shed, with the piece of wood still in hand. You grabbed some sandpaper and started to smooth down any lumped bits remaining. As the dust and particles of the wood floated around you, you found your self in a pattern. It was good! This was good. Eventually you subconscious realized that the wood was flat enough. You gave a wide grin as you looked at and started to run back to Helen's transformed studio-room.

Helen jumped slightly as he heard you burst into the room, his eyes widened slightly as he quickly snapped his head around to face you. You looked so proud of yourself as you handed him the wood canvas, he couldn't help but let out a slight laugh and a smile.

"..Thank you dear." He said, quietly as he propped the wood canvas onto his stand. He gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting back to work, still looking at you time to time to give you grateful glances.

[tobinheath]

Hi! I begin to think about my journey as a woso fan and realised that I started following you in 2015. I was going to start high school and felt a bit different from others and insecure. And your blog really made me smile! I remember when everyone tried to guess your name and the ship that shall be not mentioned. Then you started reblogging things about Arsenal and European football in general. Perfect! (Except I am a Chelsea fan hehe)

Anyways now I'm graduating from university as a dentist and feel really comfortable as myself. I just wanted to thank you for making me laugh and smile when I needed it. You really made my high school years. I hope you know how many others you probably also helped and entertained. You deserve all the best. ♥️

NO WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! Thank u my lil dentist 🪥 I’m so glad this blog made u smile!!!!! And all the crazy delulu the came with it. I hope you’re having a great time ily

[moonkhao]

Roses are red, violets are blue, i am sending a big hug to you.

It has been forever, how long i dont know, i just hope you´re happy and happiness follows you wherever you go <3

OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK 💖💖💖!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M NGL I TEARED UP A LITTLE WHEN I SAW YOUR MESSAGE IN MY INBOX 🥺

yk what's funny? i was thinking about you a couple of days ago and proceeded to go through all of your messages on my blog and now you've actually returned to me???? like this is such an insane coincidence??????

and omg you're right!! it truly has been forever, and i'm so glad you're back. personally i'm in a little bit of a mental health slump at the moment, but other than that i'm okay 🥺. i hope you've been well, and that life has been treating you well too 💖!!! i appreciate you so much and i hope you know how wonderful you are 🥺.

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[madame-fear]

Also i forgot to say. You were totally correct about bots learning how to use X word and then go on about it for years

Not only it’s your feed back if the bot had many conversations before you it’s also very helpful because this means more people had used it so more vocabulary to learn

- 🔎

YES ABSOLUTELY it’s actually super helpful for other people so they don’t have to deal with the constant censorship pop-ups LMAOO

Also i realised, that if you make your own bot, it’s even easier to make it say some nastier words. I have my own (some private) and when i want them to get nasty or say some dirty word it ALSO helps make it bypass the filter. << Just leaving this in case it helps anyone HAHSKD

[some-pers0n]

YOU — It's called 'old man yaoi.'

INSULINDIAN PHASMID — Old? How old?

YOU — Their early forties?

INSULINDIAN PHASMID — I do not remember what it was like forty years ago. To me, that is a very long time.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID — But I also do not remember what it was like four years ago, or four days. And I know that is not a long time to you. Is forty years a long time?

PAIN THRESHOLD [Medium: Success] — Yes. A torturous eternity between now and the vanishing of light.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] — No. Forty-year-olds still have half their lives in front of them.

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] — At least in the Occident…

YOU — No.

INSULINDIAN PHASMID — Then that is just man yaoi.

I'm obsessed with your brain, anon

[ink-n-shadow]

Alright...hear me out. Ghost with a fem!reader that wakes him up with a blow job, and he later returns the favor by waking her up by either eating her out or very gently fucking her awake. I am a FERAL for consenting somno.

this, THIS is what i needed to write about😌

[ WAKE-UP SEX ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where you wake simon up with a surprise and he returns the favor

𝜗𝜚 pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), consensual somnophilia (m! and f!receiving), oral (m!receiving, mentions of f!receiving), slight dirty talk? (basically just simon having a way with words), not proofread 𝜗𝜚 note: pt. 2 can be found here ⤳ link

you wouldn’t even know how this whole thing started with simon. you would both probably be a bit tipsy, trying to celebrate his most recent mission with a few sips (an entire bottle) of wine at home.

you would be sitting in simon’s lap, thighs hooked on either side of his hips and leaning back against the hands he was running along your spine. you weren’t even sure you heard him right at first, which made your eyebrows furrow a bit as you met his gaze.

“you want me to what?”

simon rarely got sheepish or embarrassed, but when it came to sex, he was typically a bit more reserved.

“c’mon…don’t make me say it again, sweetheart. that’s fuckin’ cruel to do to a man.” he joked quietly, the touch of his hands on your back becoming a bit firmer as he pulled you closer. “just wanted to give you somethin’ to think about, lovie. i think it’d be bloody sexy to wake up with my cock halfway down your throat."

simon never mentioned it again. but you remembered, letting the idea hang in the back of your mind for weeks. the more you thought about it, the more it excited you. so when you woke up early one morning with simon still fast asleep next you, you knew that it was the perfect time.

you slowly slipped down the bed, nestling yourself under the blankets and between simon's slightly opened thighs. you gently tugged down the hem of his briefs until you could fish his semi-hard cock from its confines, unable to hold back the soft hum that fell from your lips as you felt its heaviness in your palm.

it didn’t even matter that the blanket over your head concealed simon’s peaceful face—all you could focus on was licking a long stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue flicking against the soft pink tip and fingers squeezing along the base. the heady taste of simon bled out on your tongue, making your eyes slowly flutter closed as you closed your lips around him and gave him a gentle suck.

simon’s legs twitched at the sudden stimulation, his brain slow to catch up and stir out of his tired stupor. “mmm…what’re you—oh christ.” his hand found the back of your head beneath the blanket, his other making quick work to push the fabric away from your face and letting his eyes feast on the sight in front of him. “jesus, sweetheart. m’not—fuck, not gonna last long with your throat squeezin’ me like that.”

simon was still half-asleep, his movements slow and sluggish as he shifted further up on the pillows to get a better look at you sucking him off. one hand remained on the back of your head, not as a guide but simply to touch you, the other resting along your opened jaw and fingers brushing at the corner of your stretched lips. he was right—he didn’t last long. it took only a few more languid dips of simon’s cock into the back of your throat before he spilled his cum into your eager mouth with a soft hiss and whimper of your name.

what you didn’t expect to happen after that morning was for simon to return the favor.

you had fallen asleep on the couch one afternoon, legs splayed open and head nestled against the armrest as you slept. it was a blazing afternoon, one so hot that you were only wearing a pair of silk shorts and a tank top—all of which exposed too much and not enough all at once.

simon was walking through the door, arms loaded with his bag of gear and dirty laundry he’d collected while away at base. his eyes caught on your figure immediately, and it took everything in him not to drop the items in his grip. you looked so peaceful as you slept, but simon couldn’t care less about that.

once he had placed this things into a neat pile by the door, simon made his way over to the living room and sunk down on his knees in front of your sleeping form. he didn’t even bother pulling your shorts off of your hips, afraid the movement would stir you from sleep too quickly—so he settled for pressing heated kisses directly along your clothed core, a soft groan leaking from his lips as one arm curled around the thigh propped up against the back of the couch and tugged you closer to his waiting mouth.

a smirk flitted on simon’s lips as your sleeping body reacted perfectly to him, your legs falling open a bit more as you shifted your hips up in your sleep. he continued pressing those kisses along your covered slit until a breathy whine fell from your mouth. he peeked one eye up to notice your tired eyes fluttering open, a soft ‘what’re you doing, si?’ falling from you in a panted breath.

“remember last week? woke up cummin’ down that pretty little throat of yours.” simon mumbled into the heated skin of your thigh as he sunk his teeth into your flesh, pulling away with a lewd pop. his hand dragged up your body, palm pushing against your balmy skin from the top of your cunt until his fingers were splayed on your sternum. “just returnin’ the favor, sweetheart. relax f’me, baby—yeah, that’s it. go back to sleep and let my tongue do all the work, m’kay?”

[heartorbit]

if your art is food, it'd be like those fruit hard candies flavoured. Which is yummy (⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! candy reminded me of emu and so i must draw her for you

[feinv]

john wick is soo tired and youre just filled with energy for the most part, all virile and easily excitable like a puppy, leaving only the option of using john like a toy when he is laid out all exhausted and ready for bed, trying to help n wear you out for bedtime

lost in the fire. sub!john wick x femdom!reader. smut. unprotected sex. pure filth. legal age gap (40s and 20s). cowgirl position. edging. overstimulation. reader is deranged (reader is me). 1k words.

summery. john can be useful in more than one way ;)

a/n. itching not put a p!link at the end oh no wait what is that at the end is that a twitter link oh no how did it get there.

generally, the age gap didn’t play any role in your relationship since you two enjoyed the same things and had a lot in common. it was mostly evident when john was already exhausted enough to fall into everlasting sleep, and you were just starting your day.

he was under the covers, having stripped himself down to only his boxers, back resting on the pile of pillows propped up against the headboard, gaze buried in the book.

you were still feeling sooo energetic, knowing for a fact that you would be tossing and turning for another two hours if you laid down. and besides, the neediness in between your legs was not helping the situation.

your pajamas consisted of your lace panties with one of john’s cotton shirts pooling around your body, stopping just below your bottoms.

an idea popped in your head as you entered the dimly lit bedroom, smirking to yourself as you got on the bed before you accidentally ended up on his lap.

he looked up at you with no emotion in particular, just acknowledging your presence.

“what are you reading?” you asked, not actually interested in his answer, your fingertips lightly caressing his biceps.

“lovecraft. you would love this,” shooting you a tired smile before his eyes went back to the page.

you didn’t mind. you knew his attention would soon be on you again anyway. “mhmm, tell me about it later.”

you got rid of your his shirt, chilly air hitting your nude breasts, making your nipples harden before his eyes widened slightly. “what are you-”

“just do your thing. i won’t bother you,” you cut him off with nonchalant smile. bother him you absolutely would.

he cleared his throat as he shifted his focus back to the book, trying to ignore your bare form in the background. and he almost succeeded. almost.

you hand sloowlyy traced the outline of his cock, fingers sliding over the fabric so gently as if you were doing it on accident, but not before you squeezed your hand around it, making him grunt at your actions, hips jerking involuntarily as his head snapped to yours. “keep reading,” you half-demanded.

he tried. he reread the same sentence for about ten times already, physically unable to take in the words as your hands were massaging him more.

and it was under a horned waning moon that i saw the city for the first time.

and it was under a horned moon that i saw the-

and more.

and it was under a horned moon that i-

and more.

he knew he would be defeated no matter what he tried to do, so he threw his head back into pillows, closing the book and tossing it somewhere before he felt your fingers under his waistband. you shifted around as you got rid of his boxers, leaving him completely naked for you.

he was half-hard when you straddled him again, moving your clothed pussy forward and back, rubbing your inner lips against him and dampening the fabric further as he voiced out soft groans.

you continued your movements until you were literally soaked, taking his both hands and putting them on either sides of your hips where the thin fabric was. “will you help me, john?” you breathed so innocently as he craned his neck upwards, meeting the mischievous glint in your eyes.

tearing the lacy material was a no task at all for his strong hands, the reminiscence of it ending up on the floor.

you repeated your actions from earlier, whining at the better contact as you rubbed yourself more on him, your arousal making a complete mess out of you two. you stood up on your knees, shifting your entrance right above his hardened length as you sat back down. you were so wet you didn’t even need time to adjust, his mushroom tip smoothly gliding through your walls, both of you moaning as you took him to the brim.

your pelvis matched the chaotic thoughts in your head, moving back and forth, then in circles, then jumping up and down on him, sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room, his swollen end kissing your cervix at specific angles.

he was a grunting, whining mess under you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your waist at the intensity when you pulled out of him almost completely, just to slide back down, so tight you could feel each popped up vein of his.

you hands wondered around his bare torso, scratching him here and there while you leaned down to place open mouthed kisses on his chest, before they turned into desperate flash sucking, his smooth skin now littered with red and purple marks.

“you’re insane,” you heard his raspy voice, your breasts bouncing up and down as you fucked him senseless. “you seem to enjoy it,” you panted, purposely squeezing around him, the sound coming from his throat proving your point.

you mewled when you connected your fingers to your sensitive spot, playing with the bundle of nerves, your high building and building and building, reaching it’s peak, about to burst, before you retracted your hand and slowed down your movement. you edged yourself hours on end, knowing that the reward would be completely euphoric.

but meanwhile you were having fun, john was about to cry out in pain, or perhaps pleasure. you made him confuse those two. “darling. i- ” gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, unable to finish his own words.

“you feel so good, john.” you whined in your sweet voice, stretching your hands back to lay them flat on his thighs for additional balance, speeding your thrusts when you felt his seed shoot inside you, his deep, choked groans reaching your ears as you moaned at the feeling of being so full.

“s-stop. fuck-” he stuttered when your hips kept their rhytm, overstimulating his every sense as he helplessly buried his head back into pillows, eyes squeezing shut.

with your one hand back on your clit and your unrelenting thrusts, you felt butterflies dancing in your lower belly, this time not doing anything to prevent them.

with your final movements, your free hand wrapped around john’s back, right where his tattoos were, bringing him closer to you in a hug as your high came down crushing on you. your walls clenched impossibly tight around him, and you heard his high pitched hiss in your ear.

you bit down on his shoulder hard, leaving crescent teeth marks at the feeling of shockwaves of pure ecstasy pump in your veins, your legs shaking uncontrollably underneath.

your sticky bodies were limp against one another, sharing a comfortable silence as your breathings finally went back to normal.

you kissed along his neck gently, leaning back to stare into his hooded eyes before whispering “round two?”

p!link. :3 something similar to that!!

[longlivetv]

The culture around creation right now is fascinating to me, because whether we’re talking a blogger with a couple hundred followers on a dying website or the biggest artist in a generation, huge groups of people seem to think that creators should mold their creations to suit the consumer and get angry when they do not. When in reality, the creator gets to decide the direction and it is on the consumer to let it go and find something else to consume if it isn’t what they want.

[comedicallyterriblemasky]

Hey, I hope your fine with me requesting alot🤭.

May I have BEN Drowned and Homicidal Liu (separately) with a British! S/O

Love, your favorite anon

CW: None

Characters: Homicidal Liu, BEN Drowned and British! Reader.

Tags: SFW, fluff

A/N: BRUUU I ALMOST FINISHED THIS BUT THEN I CLOSED THE TAB SMHH, Anyway, hi anon I really don't mind you requesting a lot! There's no limit dw dw (: Also I made the BEN Drowned section more platonic since I heard he was like 12 - 14

Headcanons below:

Homicidal Liu

At first he was a bit surprised and confused at your slang, which to him made absolutely no sense at all

He looked up one of those British slang dictionaries to try to reply to you but just came off corny and outdated as fuck

He tried all those foods you so fondly talked about, he was a bit disappointed by the lack of spice but besides that, he enjoyed them.

Oh, but the curry, THE CURRY I tell you!! He nags and talks about the curry you made non stop, it's now a favorite of his.

He's actually quite curious about the weather and scenery there, constantly asking you questions about your childhood and what it was like, the look of amazement when you show him photos of such a simple thing.

But besides this, he really doesn't care, doesn't matter that much to him. You're still you at the end of the day, why does it matter?

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BEN Drowned:

Oh my, OH MY!! The teasing from this one never ends! The amount of red coat jokes and colonization jokes NEVER END!! Sure, it can be annoying at times, but he really doesn't mean any harm! (Head canon he's a bit Scottish and has a bit of an accent himself)

He sometimes asks about the buildings structures and what it's like there since it's been so so long since he was there

He enjoys the tea you brought along with some of the snakes and pastries you make sometimes.

Occasionally asks about what in hell you're saying means but besides that is pretty ok with understanding it.

[skltart]

caleb is a hozier girlie, i know it in my heart

[galedekarios]

one with the weave 🌟

[emberglowfox]

Also love how u draw teba. Like to think he could give relationship advice to Sidon and yoga too, while link is hanging with tulin!

YEAHHH TEBA i think hes fun

[ink-n-shadow]

Hi, do you write smut? If so, please listen to me 🫣

Just Ghost away from reader for more than a week, and he misses her very much, so he calls her. In the middle of the conversation, she can hear moans and sighs coming from him and the rest you already know👀

using translator again :^

Btw can i be anon - 🫀? (Idk how to ask💀)

another anon added to my list <3 thank you for the request ;-;

[ I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING ] 𝜗𝜚 the one where simon calls you on deployment and he's lonely

𝜗𝜚 pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), phone sex, simon doesn't tell fem!reader what he's doing at first, mutual masturbation, mentions of unprotected sex (pls wrap it up guys), sweet!simon 𝜗𝜚 note: this is so unedited and i'm half-asleep so pls don't judge

eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-seven minutes. that's how long it had been since simon had left for deployment. not like you were counting.

it was only a day and six hours longer than the last time he called you. not that you were mad—you knew better than to expect simon to risk his life to simply call while in the middle of a warzone. which is why you waited, although impatiently.

so as soon as you were curled up on the couch midday, lounging with a book in your hand and glasses perched on your nose, and you saw simon's contact flicker across your vibrating phone on the coffee table, you practically pounced on it. your fingers fumbled with the call button as you brought the smart phone to your ear. "hello?"

a soft hum filled the other line, a comforting hum that sent tendrils of warmth and familiarity spreading through your gut. "hey, sweet thing." from over the phone, you could hear the crickets and cicadas surrounding simon, a cacophony of noise that was only drowned out by his gravelly rumble.

"did you make it alright?" you asked softly as you rested back against the arm of the couch, pushing your bookmark into the spine of your book and snapping it shut.

simon let out another long puff of air, taking a small moment to answer. "aye—we're fine, lovie. no need to worry that pretty little head, 'lright? now tell me what you did so far today—just wanna hear you talk for a bit."

beneath the blanketing noise of cicadas and crickets, you could hear a soft, rhythmic schlick, schlick noise—one that you knew all to well.

simon was definitely fucking his cock up into his fist.

“i know what you’re doin’.” you whispered over the phone softly, sinking deeper into the leather of your couch and pulling the knitted blanket you had draped over your lap higher. “i can hear it.”

your words forced a low groan from simon’s mouth, almost sounding like a growl with how close he was to the cellphone microphone. the rhythm of his hand slicking up and down his heated skin ramped up in tempo. “oh yeah? and what d'ya hear, sweet girl?”

everything. you could hear the way simon’s spit-soaked fingers squelched a bit around the girth of his cock. you could hear the way he twisted his wrist ever so slightly near the tip, just enough to have his hips canting up at the sensation. you could hear every pant, moan, growl that threatened to spill from his lips, to escape the cage of his mouth like a starved tiger.

"y'know you could've just told me, right?" you breathed softly into the phone, eyes fluttering closed as your brain scrambled to create an image of what simon might've looked like in that moment. " i would've started sayin' filthy things a long time ago."

"c'mon, lovie—y'know i don't last long with that dirty little fuckin' mouth of yours." simon scoffed out a pinched laugh, letting it bleed out into a soft groan as he squeezed the base of his cock to keep himself from busting then and there. "miss you. miss havin' you here with me."

it was your turn to let out a soft laugh and teasing words. "you're just saying that because your cock's throbbing right now."

simon growled at your words, the pace of his hand slicking up and down his arousal growing ever quicker, faster, needier. your filthy words were working."not true. i miss you even when m'not trying to fuckin' cum, lovie."

"i can tell you're close, si." you purred over the phone, your free hand trailing down the front of your body and hooking around the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing. pulling them down to your mid thighs, your fingers slid into the fabric of your panties with a soft hiss. "your breathing gets all heavy. you get all growly, all loving and soft. you wanna cum, huh?"

"god." simon all but whimpers, hips stuttering slightly in their rhythm as he forced his cock up into his open palm. "y'know me so well, lovie. so. fuckin'. well—fuck, need to cum. wanna cum for you, sweetheart."

the pads of your fingers slipped and slid around your wet heat, bumbling slightly against your clit as you tried to focus solely on pushing simon over the edge. your lips curled into a devious smirk. "yeah? wish you could be here while you cum—maybe i'd let you fill me up this time. oh—yeah, you like that, huh? just wanna fuck me till i'm leaking and dripping with you, huh?"

simon couldn't even give you a warning that he was about to cum, instead just letting out a chest-ripping growl as he finally plunged over the edge. his breathing was ragged, filled with uneven potholes that caused his breath to catch in his chest.

the squelching and schlicking noise had subsided, replaced by simon regaining his composure and your soft, panted breath. you were certain you were being quiet as you stroked your wet heat with the tips of your fingers—that was until simon spoke up huskily.

“i know what you’re doin’. lovie.”

[teamfurtress]

do you fw engiespy and demosoldier…

quick doodle before i pass out for the night......... dont let the size difference girlies see this

[tojisun]

that chupi chupi chapa chapa trend on tiktok/insta is SO bimbo!reader and simon sorry i dont make the rules 🎀🩷

kadhofds the chupi chupi chapa chapa trend poppin up on my fyp is ghost (band) related so i had to search up this one and whyre there so many different versions of the dance?? either way, thats adorable!!

though simon doesnt dance with you, he is still in the shot when you do film – he may just be standing there but his gait is loose in happiness as he watches you with sappy eyes <33

so while you're bouncing along the beat, simon, with his deliciously thick arms crossed over his chest, just watches on. he's not even looking at the camera, easily dismissing your (thousands of) followers because all he is focused on is you.

some of your (and simons) favourite comments:

litolsunshine: god, me when? mE WHEN?

wolfwoodscocknballs: the seggsual tension between me and the highway

officialduolingo: @kumonofficial me and you 🥺🩷

thefishchips: ok but who can blame him for looking at her like THAT??? i would be drooling myself too if my gf is serving that much

soapmac: PLEASE EVEN WHEN HE'S FINALLY WITH HER HE STILL LOOKS SO WHIPPED @gazkyg @user110943079

gazkyg > soapmac: how did he manage to look even more whipped now that he's with her LMFAO??