#i want him SO BAD

[worfs-glorious-hair]

(Manifesting isn’t going too well @optimisticgrey 🥲)

You see me as I am, and do not find me wanting. With these stars as my witness, I swear - you will always be enough for me.

[fiftiesbbydolldress]

the things i would let him do to me would probably set feminism back about several decades

[lovelyghst]

simon’s not a virgin by any means, but the first time he sinks his thick cock into your tight, sweet little cunt, he absolutely loses it.

the sugary tone in which you gave him permission to fuck you after he asked, begged you so nicely, like he was even deserving of it.

how he has to bite down on the rugged knuckle of his fist when he presses the head of his cock to your soaked cunny, failing to stifle down his groans but already too fucked-out to care whatsoever once he bottoms out (or at least as much of his cock he’s able to fit in).

the way his name spills from your puffy lips when he finally starts to move, just barely an inch in and out with each ‘thrust’ because you’re just so fucking warm and welcoming and he doesn’t want to separate from you for even a split moment.

how your fingertips lightly graze between the divots of his flexed, pronounced abs, nails raking over his skin with a softness no one has ever shown him. he’s turning greedy for you; needs more and more.

you turn dumb in a matter of seconds. so dumb, in fact, you haven’t even noticed he finished inside you the instant his cock was fully sheathed within your tummy, and how he’s already coaxing out his second load to join the first one fucked deep into your womb.

and you can’t even blame him, considering he was fucked utterly stupid from the moment he set eyes on you :(

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price at the opening of The Tingler (1959)

[spiritualkittenprincess]

Mfw when after 10 years I have finally found Meta Knight smut that isn’t either humanized or written by a child:

🎃 meta knight x reader nsfw, get creative 😳😳😳

Ofc!! I ceeertainly did get creative lmao. No inherent smut, but is somewhat implied! Also also, the spelling mistakes in the text messages are all on purpose! Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Meta Knight x Reader - Can't Sleep? (Semi-NSFW)

It was incredibly late at night.

And you still couldn’t sleep.

You glared at the ceiling of your bedroom, finished with shifting around to find new ways to become more comfortable. No matter what you did, you just couldn’t go to sleep. And it was annoying the fuck out of you.

“Ugh…” You rubbed your face, leaning over to grab your phone to squint at the time. It was three in the morning. “Lovely…”

After a moment, you opened up the messaging app, staring blankly at it. You were bored, and likely weren’t going to go to sleep… Would anyone else be awake right now? Would your boyfriend be awake?

You slightly giggled to yourself while beginning to write a message to him, half delirious from sleep deprivation.

You: Hey, are you awake?

You stared at the screen… and stared… and stared… before eventually pouting. Oookay, it seems like Meta Knight was not awake.

Clicking off the messaging app, you instead went to play a mobile game to busy your mind, having nothing better to do.

As you immersed yourself in the mobile game, the minutes seemed to drag on. The glow from the screen illuminated your face, casting a bluish tint across the room. Your mind was still buzzing, refusing to succumb to the beckoning of sleep.

Just as you were engrossed in a particularly challenging part of the game, a soft chime signaled an incoming message. Startled, you quickly switched back to the messaging app to see who had messaged you.

Knighty-Knight: Can’t sleep?

You groaned, looking at the nickname you had set for him– and totally didn’t forget you had put him as that. You took a moment to respond, not bothering to put apostrophes or periods at the end of the message. Auto correct can be annoying, so you turned it off for the messaging app.

You: Nooo, I couldnt and I dont know why either. I had a busy day. I did stuffs. All things considered I should be tired

You: Also, what took you forever to respond?

Knighty-Knight: I was doing something. And, perhaps you need to wear yourself some other way.

You: busy doin what.? Playing with yourself?

When it took him a while to respond, you giggled to yourself. 

You: You usually aren’t up this laaate

Knighty-Knight: I was fixing up my armor. 

You: why Did it need fixing up

Knighty-Knight: Sparring got a little too intense and ran later than it usually does.

You lowered your bottom lip, feeling bad for Kirby. The poor boy needed some rest– Meta Knight has been running him dry lately.

You: You need to take that boy to an ice cream parlur 

You: parlor? However its spelt

Knighty-Knight: Parlor. 

As you continued your conversation with Meta Knight, the late-night banter brought a playful element to your otherwise sleep-deprived state. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't help but smile at his responses.

Knighty-Knight: You really need to sleep. 

You: i caaant. I really cant. It

You: oops sent that early- it sucks that i cant go to sleep like a normal person.

Knighty-Knight: It’s four in the morning. I’ve been talking with you for nearly an hour. We need to find a way to get you to go to sleep.

You: Aren’t you sleeby? Dont you have to wake up at like five?

Knighty-Knight: Yes & yes.

You made a face, feeling guilty for making him stay up like this. If you had known that he was getting ready to rest for the night, you wouldn’t have messaged him.

You: Go beeeed. I shouldn't have texted you

Knighty-Knight: I was waiting for you to use an apostrophe. 

Knighty-Knight: …But, I was having sleeping difficulties too. I’m so tired, but I can't sleep. Besides, you didn’t bother me any. I was finishing patching up my armor.

You: Maybe there’s something we both can do to wear ourselves out?

You stared at the wall thoughtfully, wondering what you and him could do while so far away. You doubted he’d come over to your place when it’s so late and cold outside…

Knighty-Knight: Did you have anything in mind?

You: uhhh

You: sexting

Knighty-Knight: You’re horny right now?

…Slowly, you pouted deeply, now embarrassed. 

You: Well i coould be horny if we seeexted

Knighty-Knight: How

Knighty-Knight: How does one sext?

You made a high-pitched noise, squirming around like a worm while a deep sense of embarrassment pierced your soul. After a second longer you took in a breath, steadying your mental fortitude. 

You: Ooh you’re so sexy and i bet you have a fat cock

You stared at the message before whining. “Oh my gooosh I– I’m never going to look him in the eyes ever again.”

He took a long while to respond, the three dots disappearing and reappearing every so often. Eventually, he sent a text back.

Knighty-Knight: You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. If I could, I’d meet you a thousand times over just so we can make new memories.

“Aww.” You lowered your bottom lip, rereading his message a few times. It wasn’t really sexting, but it was very thoughtful. Though, when you glanced back up at your message, you busted out laughing. Oh, you had such a way with words at four in the morning.

You: I love you too. 

There was a long pause– to the point where you thought he had finally gone asleep. Though, after a while longer, the three dots showed up at the bottom once more.

Knighty-Knight: What’s the point of sexting?

You: To… get horny and masturbate ig

Knighty-Knight: I was supposed to be masturbating this entire time?? Were you masturbating?

Laughter bubbled up in your throat once again. You’ve only had sex with Meta Knight once or twice, but he was always such a bean when it came to things of that manner. 

You: Noo, I was am not masturbating 

You smiled, rereading the last few messages and feeling relatively light and happy. 

You: I dont think this sexting this is gunna work. Ik you gotta get up early but do you wanna come over and help me go to sleep?

There was a long bout of silence in the textual conversation, and you began to get slightly nervous and guilty. Maaaybe you shouldn’t have asked that of him. And, it sounded just a little sexual– you highly doubted he wanted to have sex with you, then go straight to work right after since it would be right about five in the morning by that point.

Just as you were about to text him back, he responded.

Knighty-Knight: Of course. Give me ten minutes.

[tojbnuy]

thinking about older!boyfriend toji who obviously has no idea about recent social media jokes and just thinks you’re an absolute horndog. he comes out of his shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and then you poke his bicep and say ‘raw next question’ while walking away. what? he really thought you were so silly but he loved it. other times when he texts you a selfie of himself while out and you automatically reply ‘ugh my pants were JUST on,’ that one made him laugh. he sometimes finds it hard to keep up with you.

‘sorry toji i’m brainrot’

‘your brain is what???’

[loveanddeepdick]

getos the type of man to drill his dick into you for hours, not letting you catch a break, even going until the bed frame is digging into the floor and the wall, making noticeable dents. he’d degrade u sooo good too, “always droolin over this fuckin cock, huh, slut? i can feel you gripping me tight as shit”.

hhhhhhh then he’d do a complete 180 after, checking up on you, making sure you’re not dehydrated, wiping all the cum off u with a damp towel, taking some and dipping it back into ur pussy. he’s still a perv, giving ur boob one last squeeze, spreading ur folds with his eyes raking over ur pussy, ignoring ur protests for him to stop staring but ur pleas ignored. he coos at you for clenching around nothing as his cum seems to endlessly spill out of you.

but idk! maybe im just horny lol!! >.<

[littlescorp1o]

he’s so awkward i love him

[savicals]

[Okay but virgin König that somehow knows exactly how to please you and have you cumming on his huge cock (or his mouth ) in under 15 min… ]

“Fuck!— fuck!” You screamed, gripping the bedsheets in front of you. You’d been on the edge for a few minutes now, thanks to your boyfriend König. For someone who claimed to be a virgin, he knew how to have you calling out his name and cursing like a mantra. He swore he had never been with another person, but god it felt like he already knew every sweet spot you had.

“Is it— it good, Liebe?” He asked, as if he couldn’t tell. His harsh pace slamming into your rear did not let up, and you could hardly answer his question.

“Fuck— yes, god! Please, Don’t stop!”

He heard you. He revelled in how you usually praised him, telling him he’s a good boy that fucks you so well and how he’s making you feel so so good. Constantly.

You could feel yourself teetering over the edge, as well as the fact you could feel your boyfriend’s curious eyes burning a hold through the back of your head, watching for any and every reaction.

“Fuck! König— fuck! Im gonna cum— oh god, oh fuck!! Oh my god!”

“Not— not yet, Liebling…please..” he asked.

Fuck.

What a sweetheart. Was he making you wait for him? He stopped for a second, using it to flip you onto your back so you were facing him. He looked a little shy — like he had something embarrassing to say.

“I want… I want to see you…” he said, through rough pants, as he began his brutal pace again. Your eyes were already rolling back in your head and your body was weak. You could only let out moans and begs, so you just nodded to König and let him use you like the fucktoy you are.

Not long later you could tell he was about to cum as his pace was getting sloppier and his breathing was getting heavier. He was letting out small whimpers and moans too, his eyes focused on you the whole time. You were holding yourself back so as to not cum too early. He asked you to wait, after-all.

“Fuck— Liebe— im… im gonna cum!” He said, his voice cracking.

Thank god.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and it was driving you crazy. What sent you over the edge though, was König pressing his hand down on the bulge in your stomach. Right where his cock was. He didn’t slow down for a second, in fact, he fucked you rough into yours and his orgasm until you were a shaking mess on his bed and he was pinning you down with his muscular body, resting after such an intense fuck.

[mellosdrawings]

Did the devs do Fellow dirty because his name sucks, or did they do him dirty because there is NO WAY this man will ever manage to write it?

A bit early with the Playful Land doodles, but this joke just wouldn't leave my mind.

[gatorgrumbles]

YES GIVE HEART BOY CMERE ME GIVE WHOLE BODY

[slaughter-kin]

ARE YOU JOKING

[sheepmc]

Zhongli who just can't have enough of you

MDNI

Zhongli who eats you out while you sleep or fucking your thighs because how can he not

Zhongli who fucks you on every surface in the house claiming he wants you to make a mess on everything

Zhongli who uses his tail to hold you down and ruts into you harder

Zhongli who orders you to get off on his tail while he work

Zhongli who orders his slutty bratty cockwhore to play with yourself with the geo construct

Zhongli who manhandles you into a mean mating press while also giving your pussy a couple slaps for being so horny and wet for him

Zhongli who fucks his cum and eggs into you until you're mindless from pleasure

Zhongli who when riled up will fuck you until you're begging for forgiveness for riling him up

Zhongli who is only encouraged by your begging fucks you even harder, faster until you pass out only to be awaken by him still fucking your oversensitive body

Zhongli who cares for you after such an intense session together whispering sweet praises and words of love in your ear

Zhongli who prepares a bath and food for you to eat and recover even massaging your sore oversensitive body just don't mind him giving your pussy a few playful licks

Zhongli who makes sure you're well taken care of before drifting into the land of dreams with you embracing your body close to his

Zhongli who may or may not slip his cocks in your pussy in the middle of the night just to be even closer to you, to feel you and if you're up for it in the morning slow lazy cuddle fucking

@crystalflygeo @meimeimeirin @silentmoths @ainescribe @zhxngii @moraxsthrone

[sunsburns]

will never not think about drooling all over logan howlett’s thick, strong arm as he holds you in a headlock (18+)

he’s splitting you open from behind with a steady, strong pace. you can hardly move, the weight of his body against you, using it to press you into the bed, and each thrust of his hips has you moaning loud into the crook of his arm.

how your body melts, eyes rolling back, unable to string coherent words other than his name, still a little dizzy from the way he had pushed your head down against the sheets earlier. but now his one free hand is running lines up your sides, and lips wet lips against your ear, letting you hear the low grunts and groans he limits himself to.

sometimes logan lets you hear an occasional, breathless “fuck,” or a choked moan when you squeeze against him.

he brings a string of kisses and nips up your nape, so he can kiss your cheek. it’s sweet, a gentle gesture, only amplifying the pleasure that each deep snap of his hips brings, lulling you to euphoria.

you could die there, happily, in the embrace of his arms, the heat of his body while his cock fills you entirely, fucking you so perfectly, claiming you with teeth at your neck, rasping your name against your skin.

[anon-nee]

Liquid Smooth

Entirely based on and inspired by @silcoitus and their amazing work "Sugar" (which you all SHOULD read.)

[bi-writes]

mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."