#i did it !!
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"They're still sinking into you"
Song is Shamer by Chinozo ft flower
#my art#gravity falls#animatic#bill cipher#stanford pines#billford#gravity falls animation#ford pines#vocaloid#vflower#guys. guys. guys. its done#i did it#its finished... im actually kind of in awe
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OMG BUTCHNATURAL???????????????
#i did it#i was so possessed .this all came to me like a headrush#LESBIAN SPN DOPAMINE IS SO BEAUTIFUL ACTUALLY#THANK GOD#also true butchification is when they look exactly the same yknow#spn#illustration#artists on tumblr#supernatural#lesbian#DYKES EVEN!#dean winchester#sam winchester#spn fanart#butchnatural#d art
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#mine#my art#gravity falls#shitpost#bill x ford#billford#i did it#I saved the town#stanford pines#bill cipher#this is stupid#suggestive#I guess?????#it’s implied idk
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YO da horts are RPing on my post!!!
Starlight just needed a little drink to help wash down her heart medication
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Need to get this out desperately
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uh oh!! looks like you’ve seen the cursed collaboration jpeg featuring sadako and smiledog. share this jpeg to avoid unwanted consequences
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kinktober: cockwarming (john price x reader x simon in underground fighter au)
You're no fan of real-time violence.
Movies can never replicate its visceral reality— the sharp metallic tang that clings to the air, mingled with salt and the bitter stench of the swill these local colors call beer. Even worse is having to be the one to patch Simon up with trembling, blood-slick fingers and your molars sunk into the thick of your tongue to keep your lunch where it belongs.
So when Simon sends you Price's way with a firm palm on your arse and his spit still warm on your lips, you're grateful. He'll keep ya busy.
You're not counting his blood money, if that's what he was thinking.
"Course not, love," Price says, the rings on his thick fingers glinting under the dim light overhead as he opens the door to his office. It smells of worn leather, polished wood, and layered on top is the heady aroma of tobacco, rich, unmistakable. (You will not stay if he lights one of those puppies up. You like your lungs how they are.)
"Tha's wha' the bill counter is for." You can feel the warmth of his palm seeping through your clothes— a steady presence at the base of your spine, guiding you forward with a subtle push.
You'd expected him to let you pluck a book off the well-stocked shelf that's been beckoning you since you laid eyes on it and curl up on his couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Maybe even chat you up with small talk, ask about your week, school/job, and how you were adjusting to this new life.
Not with his broad front curling around your back, breath warming the shell of your ear, while you stare at the smooth, raised skin on his knuckles— which is less furry than the rest of him— in hopes that you don't fall apart around the thick of his cock. He's got a hand flat on the desk, small finger slanting to the side probably from where it healed wrong, and the other's signing off paperwork you couldn't even try to understand with a clear mind, much less one that's spinning from the sheer want for friction, relief.
Your arse pulses hot from where he'd reprimanded you earlier for squirming too much.
"Quite obedient. Simon's taught ya well." He hisses when you tighten up involuntarily, indignation cutting through the sluggish heat you've been burning in at his remark. Obedient. Taught. As if you're some kind of lap dog, yipping and rolling over for a treat. (Or in this case, a cock.)
"Easy, love. Jus' a joke." The hand he'd had on the desk comes to squeeze at the meat of your ribs, a small gesture, before weaving down to your cunt, fingers spreading, feeling how well split you are around his length, lips spread wide. "I'd hate f'you to turn my own guard dog against me, eh?" His apology comes in jerky little circles, smearing slick over your neglected clit, coarse hair of your mons coated milky white.
Each stroke of his fingers only bows your spine, winding it like one would a key on the back of a doll, your muscles coiling with tension, bodily response not your own after being denied release for god knows how long.
The sharp tap on the door goes completely unnoticed by you, but not Price. His pace remains steady, continuous, as Simon walks in through the door with crimson peppered on his cream wifebeater.
"John." Through bleary eyes, you see Simon settle in the chair across from you both, legs long, knuckles angry red and swollen as he palms himself over his denim. "Gaz may or may not 'ave goaded Soap into a fight."
Price's hand stops abruptly, desperation clogging your throat, the coil beneath your navel cranked so tight you might just scream. His voice rattles you from behind. "And?"
Simon's got his jeans bunched to his knees now, cock resting heavy atop his thighs, quads' ridges shifting as he gets comfortable. He might just be a tad bigger than what you've got sitting snugly against the plug of your womb.
"They're tumblin' outside, among civil folk. I doubt gettin' 'em out will be as painless this time 'round."
Price snarls and you find yourself empty, straddling Simon's hips, your inner thighs burning at the width. "Bloody fuckin'—," the sound of his belt buckle peters off soon after he walks out the door.
Your hands can feel Simon's shoulders flexing as he runs a fist up his length, eyes heavy lidded and focused on the creamy slick dampening your curls. His cock sits long on your stomach.
"'ave a seat, then." Amusement curls his lip, usual pink scar on his lip stretched silver. Your knees don't reach the cushion he's on properly, so you place your feet right above his own for leverage, legs folded tight.
His fingers dimple your waist as you lower yourself onto him, breath rushing out of your lungs as he fills you, aching, burning, a stretch you'll never really get used to, the pinch deep in your core causing discomfort to clump your lashes together until you're flush against him.
"Sit real pretty now. Gotta wait f'r Price t'give me my earnin's."
You're gonna rip his ear off with your teeth if you don't get to come soon.
"Claws in," he mutters, thumbing your pebbled nipple through your shirt. "Won't be too long."
(It was too long but worth every bloody second in the end.)
#i did it#are yall proud of me#cod smut#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#john price x reader#john price x you#simon ghost riley#john price#simon ghost riley smut#john price smut#cod mw2#kinktober 2024
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#star wars#star wars the clone wars#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#ahsoka tano#ahsoka#anakin#obi wan#this pic is so funny i have to do this#i did it#star wars memes#funny memes
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Jonathan Sims, but all his markings are tattoos
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6 hours of work has led me to create my masterpiece!!! Forgive the ibisPaint watermark, I have no money.
Inpo: @void-dude
Angy Tad
Such a dumb little triangle
#my art#gravity falls#bill cipher#tad strange#shapes and pines au#stanley pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#Yes he had no eyelashes#forgive me#its 2 am and im running on fums#I did it#I saved the town#short clip
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You guys know how it’s said that cats purr heals? Yea…
#the end feels a little rush for some reason but yippie#I did it#cotl#cult of the lamb#aychama#cotl lamb#royal au#cotl royal au#cotl narinder#art#narilamb#mini comic
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applejack.......
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Goodnight bunny boy <3
Legend is being held captive bc he won’t stay still and let his injuries heal
#PHEW#I DID IT#Drawing campfire lighting?#I don’t recommend it#As usual it fought me the whole way#got a bit busy so I finished it a lot later then I expected to#Background was an after thought so it aint’ professional but now I want to try drawing more bgs#linked universe#linkeduniverse#linked universe fanart#lu legend#lu twilight#Echo’s artworks
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this is canon
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