#man idk what else to tag this with. whatever

[undercoverslutt]

[repost bc it looked weird before...]

my "first" post so pls take it easy on meee

oh u can call me phantom..hi babe.

sneakingoffwithhim! simon riley gets tricked into being edged lmfao

tags: [ur a oral slut] giving simon a sloppy blowjob (barely lol) more like edging his cock with your mouth and he just hassss to take it from his good girl. [you tell him what to do] [he’s your toy] [for your pleasure lowkey] getting lost on his cock [dumb for his cockk], tit fuck mention, spit kink !!!!!! pain kink maybe ( just thoughts off making ur ass hurt from spanking) fuck i love writing you like this, it’s like you’re my slut too. enjoyy ;)

okay so i was thinking of simon sitting in a foldable chair, somewhere in the base. an empty room that's echoey and gray, a greenish tint. the both of you just playing with his cock as almost a form of punishment. he has to be quiet, and you get to do whatever you want with him just bc!!!!

(idk how time works in an army base, let's just forget abt logistics)

maybe...you had rushed in here, away from the rest of the guys, you could feel simon's bulge rubbing up into you. you were sitting on his lap, softly grinding down into it on purpose. his hold on your bicep getting harder and harder, whispering for you to slow down or else he was going to fuck you in front of everyone. that low taunting thing he does with his voice, you wanted it, yes. and he thought that would make you stop. but no. it made you grind harder, especially knowing he was never the type to give up what's his. and def not in public. he knew better. and you did too. that was so disrespectful to say to ur girlfriend simonnn, how dare you…

oh yea…what happened earlier? how eager was your lieutenant to leave with you?

VERYY EAGERR WOOF WOOOF. you just sound so demanding, and sultry against his ear. his eyes lock on you when you stand up, and he knows he can't sit for long because his boys will see the filthy weight in his pants. you tricked him ofc.....

oh, he wanted to fuck you in front of everyone? he wasn't going to at all. so now here he was, both of u playing with his cock in an empty room, hearing the occasional footsteps pass by.

simon’s legs are spread so fucking widely in front of your kneeling form. your body right in between them, and your hands pushing against his knees. he's got his pants pushed down his hips just enough for his cock to be teased and gagged on, by you. just how you like.

his bottom lip is curling into his wet mouth, suckling softly at the skin. his mask was lifted above his mouth from when you kissed him moments ago, sucking his tongue into your mouth, and asking him to spit into it. he did it without a second guess. such a good boy he was being right now for you. his eyebrows furrow in concentration as he looks down at you.

you told him to be quiet, or else you weren't going to let him fuck your wet cunt like he wants to. that's all he can think about. so he's definitely shutting the fuck up. lmao.

one of his hands is on your face.

it’s honestly the most you let him touch you, at least on your head. you weren’t going to let him have his way not when you know he easily can if he wanted to.

your eyelashes brush against your eyebrows when you blink up at him, just precious. his cock completely disappeared into yourrrr mouth, you look so fucking needy too. wow you can really take it huh? ur spit is absolutely soaking the edges of his pants and boxers….maybe? yea.

your own hands have moved to his hips so he can't fuck into your mouth. you're in complete control of him, and his cock. fuck you loveeee simons cock. feeling it throb in your mouth, the heaviness of it on your tongue. you want that, don’t you? you love every inch of your man and never cease to worship it all...fucking slut. you lowkey wish he could be in your mouth every second of the day. fucking your face like he does to your pussy. whenever he gets the chance, he does!!! that made you happy didn't it? this hulk of a man, knows you're a depraved orally fixated slut when you haven't had his cock down your throat in a while. he’ll easily push you down onto your knees when y’all are alone, hike one foot up to rest on your shoulder, almost like he’s using u as a step stool. LOL. he’ll just fuck into your face and make you tear up, holding your hair in two bunches on either side of your head, completely using ur head like a fleshlight. you always look so happy when you see him unzipping his pants.

his eyes leave yours for a second, shutting almost furiously as he grunts out. shut up, simon. cmon be a good boy for ur girl. do you think he can do it?

ur a demon for wanting to drain him for all he's worth, you know? how could you fucking not be. he has such a pretty cock, it's rude, and angry. the tip drooling as you rub it against your swollen mouth. it’s almost like you’ve forgotten about him. and it’s just you and his cock in this room, alone. his moans don’t go unnoticed though.

"quiet, lieutenant.” you whisper a throaty chuckle, stuffing him back in your mouth like a greedy bitch in heat. and you are, aren’t you? reading this, wanting to throat simons cock so badly? tehe.

he was always so perfect and thick for you, and simon makes the prettiest sounds imaginable. so low, and guttural. but now his groans are echoing in that room, and you take his cock out. :((( simon, behave!! you giggle against him though, seeing his eyes shut again. he was pissed, in a way that you only know. frustrated and curious as to what you were going to do to him next.

simons bulky form twists in his chair, hunching over your head now, where it bobs in his lap again. you sound so disgusting underneath his form. gagging and throat fucking yourself for fun. his arms are up against his head, if anyone walked by, they would just think he’s catching a nap with his hands on his head. the window on the door is so tiny, a little square that barely anyone peaks through. he can degrade you all he wants, it just makes you sloppier on his cock. he’s whispering incoherently, and then coherently to you.

simon’s eyes narrow down your body, towards your ass, perched up like it’s ready to be taken. he wants to give your ass a punishment, wants you to whimper around his cock as he slaps your ass over and over and over again for being like this rn. simon wants you hurting for this.

you can feel the pressure of his chest against the back of your head. fuck, you loved feeling crowded by him. completely surrounded. he was so big and yours. you knew he was going to be all over you tonight. leaving his weight on you as he uses your body effortlessly. almost wrapping his entire body around you, so you have no other choice but to take it. fuck he was getting close, and his breathing immediately told you. you sink all the way down one more time, a twitch of his hips making you stop.

there you are letting go of his cock, again. you splutter around it a bit, a soft frown on your face as you take him out your mouth. this was your favorite thing in the whole world. such a slutty princess. and a little, the cutest choke/cough leaving your mouth. there was a long trail of spit connected to his tip and your mouth. he looked so cute and warn out, stiff and hard, and twitching against your hand. he listens to you moan as you gaze at it and grumbles, wanting to say something strongly at how stupiddd u looooked for his cock, but he knew his words would just make you laugh. he knows he would sound like a weak and depraved man, himself. you begin slurping at his tip, even though he was close. you just couldn’t help it. it just looked so perfect and heavy, and warm, and sticky and absolutely covered with your spit. you loved spit sm omg, especially when you can use it to work your boyfriend to his edge. and then not let him have it. what???? huh??? lol. you wanted the fun time to keep going, it’s no fun when it’s overrrr :((. you look up at him again, his eyes trained on you.

what he was going to do with you after all of this, though. fuck. this good boy act was all going to change in the next few minutes when he puts his arm around your throat, barely letting you have a moment to breath. he’s gonna bully his cock into you, relentlessly. fucking into you like you don’t mean a goddamn thing to him. but ur his world. i promise. he’s going to make sure everyone hears it too. whether it’s your moans, or the desperate sounds of your sloppy pussy getting filled to the fucking hilt, and taken over and over again. you’re just as wet as his cock is rn. you would be dripping on the floor if you didn’t still have ur cargos on.

you were going to leave a mess in this empty room regardless after this. he didn’t care if you told him to take it easy on you. you got what you wanted, and he’ll take what he wants just the same.

you were purposefully moaning and tightening your throat around him now, once your bottom lip reached the tops of his balls every time. simon wanted to put both of his hands on your head and use your throat as his personal fucking cum dump. oh, he will.

but not yet. this isn’t his fantasy, it’s urs. you take him out again, and kiss his length all the way up, and then move away from him.

he knew what you wanted as you stared up into his eyes. your mouth was a mess, and you knew he liked the view because he wouldn’t stare at anything fucking else. “mouth. open it.” it’s almost a command, but it ends with a whimper. so close simon, so close lol. he just wants to see your tongue, he wants you to drool on the floor as he fucks into his hand :(. i mean u were practically making a puddle underneath him, his balls dripping with your spit and pre-cum that continues to run down his length. he’s bouncing his knee, twitching to get off. you liked him needy. he was so stoic around everyone else. but for you, he gets so desperate so so so easily. especially with a mouth, and throat, and pussy, and tits as perfect and gorgeous as yours. fuck he wanted to ruin every part of you. now he’s thinking about your tits, and them squishing around his cock as you suck his tip so good. fuck. fuck. fuck.

you mumble a sound of disapproval. fuck, you’re so mean right now. and you’re so getting ruined later for it. one of his hands goes to his poor, weeping cock. his pace is slow, just how you like. his voice catches in his throat as he drags his wet hand up his spitty, precum coated shaft. the view causes you to clench your thighs, mouth drooling, so you spit on him again, moving forward to let it run down his cock. how was he able to get a lady like you? you're so nasty. fucking filthy and sloppy. playing with his cock like it was your toy, yours to crave,, to do what you please. he just wanted you to milk him dry. he wanted your warm, wet, and absolutely giving throat again, fucking god!!!!!!

he’s just touching all over his cock. using both of his hands to stroke his needy length. waiting and watching you like a lost puppy listening for his orders.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#WANT TO GIVE HIM HEAD SO BADDD#he’s such a puppy#humiliation kink lowkey done by meeeeeee

[wr0ngwarp]

the three known forms of Godsplitter, a blade created by the moon and originally used to cut quilibrim in two. it has taken on different forms depending on its designated wielder... though its current wielder, Kinel, prefers not to use it on account of she prefers her mace and also thinks it's kind of horrifically overkill to pull THE SWORD THAT SLICED THE WORLD IN HALF in a regular fight

i dont really ever design weapons but i'd liek to think i did a good job making these impractical anime bullshit <3

i havent totally figured out the lore for godsplitter but its been part of the setting since the beginning so im glad i finally actually designed it LOL

[shepscapades]

Your highness… I don’t feel so good

[pineappical]

would calling this something like "the sun to his earth" be a little bit too cliche? maybe...

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

We as a fandom do not talk about Buck’s whole “agonizing over not telling Eddie he’s bisexual” crisis enough. He felt like he was lying to Eddie because he didn’t tell him something new he’d discovered about himself! Tommy dismissing him for not being able to tell Eddie he’s bi yet certainly contributed to Buck’s panic about it, but the whole “lying to my best friend” part came entirely from Buck himself. And he goes to Maddie about his crisis because his big sister has always had good advice for him, and he trusts her with his relationship with Eddie. This tells us two things:

1. For some reason, Buck was worked up about not yet having told Eddie, specifically, that he is bisexual. He goes to Maddie and omits half the truth from her, even though it could help him figure out why he’s so anxious about hiding the truth from Eddie. But he doesn’t panic about his sister either finding out he’s bisexual, or attempting to hide it from her until the pronoun slip. His panic is clearly and explicitly devoted to the thought of lying to his best friend. Not even his sister, who has known and loved him his whole life, was like his mother for much of their childhoods, and was his greatest and sole champion for most of his life, elicits such panic from Buck. He’s nervous about telling Eddie, but everyone else in his life, he comes out to essentially with ease at the Madney wedding.

Now, for some people, this might make it seem like Buck is aware, even subconsciously of his feelings for Eddie, but I’m not sure I agree. And that is because of the second thing:

2. Buck is 100% incapable of not telling Eddie everything about himself and/or his life. Time and again, we have seen Buck using Eddie as a confidant, a safe space, and a comfort for himself when he’s in crisis or feeling particularly reflective. We see this in the og kitchen scene, when Buck, with a rather shaky segue, apologizes again to Eddie for abandoning the Diazes during the lawsuit, in a scene that feels like Buck’s been holding his words in and they’ve suddenly forced their way out to be heard by Eddie. We see it when Buck tells Eddie all about the first dinner with the Buckley parents, notably, the only on-screen conversation Buck has about the dinner and Buck’s feelings about it before the dinner is immediately overshadowed by the Daniel of it all. It’s all directed towards Eddie. And then we got Buck coming over to Eddie’s house after the lightning strike, asking for space from questions and concerns, and then later opening up about how conflicted and confused he feels after dying for three minutes (and seventeen seconds). And yes, even Buck eventually coming out to Eddie, the only scene where Buck is shown to be 100% intentionally coming out (yes, this is me admitting that I’m still iffy on the soot being on purpose or just an accident that Buck was fine with using to come out to everyone else he loves).

All of this to say, Buck cannot be aware or even subconsciously suspicious that he is in love with Eddie. Yet. This is a guy that thought taking his time to come out to his best friend comfortably constitutes as lying. He is honest with Eddie, and he clearly hates hiding things from his best friend because he gets all weird and uncomfortable about it. If Buck knew that he is in love in with Eddie, we, the audience, would know too. And that’s including the general audience. This isn’t a case where Buck could admit it to someone else and feel a little better that it’s out there, even though Eddie still doesn’t know. This is a man who is incapable of lying to his best friend, or keeping a secret from him. Not only is he incapable of it, he hates it! He doesn’t care about over sharing, he is just desperate for Eddie Diaz to know every part of him and love him anyway.

All I can say to that is, if we see a Buck love realization first, we’d better hope Eddie gets knocked into shape very soon after, or we’re in for a very angsty arc where Buck is “rejected” until Eddie realizes his own feelings. It won’t be a sweet and goofy sequence of Buck avoiding Eddie for a few days once he’s realized, and then telling Eddie magically makes Eddie realize that he feels the same in that very moment. It’ll be Buck accidentally running into Eddie the moment he walks into work the morning after he figures out his feelings, and immediately spilling his love out on the operations floor in front of Eddie and the entire team if he has to. Some sort of gentle rejection on Eddie’s part, and then the boys both shutting down instantly. Then multiple scenes of Buck believing he’s destroyed everything, while Eddie speed runs his gay crisis straight (heh) into a love realization regarding his best friend that he just rejected not three days ago.

So. Do we want the angsty “rejection” route? Or do we want an Eddie realization first, which would contain no less screaming, crying, and throwing up by Eddie, but would spare us the secondhand embarrassment of a Buck so in love that he simply can’t lie to the man he loves’ face for more than a second. Since it would be incredibly cheesy and adorable for their love realizations to happen at the same time, and for them to be ready to admit their feelings in the same scene/episode, I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen. It’s 9-1-1. If there is angst and pain to be had, before leading to a beautiful, fulfilling love, then they’ll be going that route over the simultaneous love confessions.

[seaquestions]

blake lets him keep it. this is a dire lapse in judgement on his part but they're just gonna have to live with it. (ids in alts)

[steakout-05]

queer people will think they have a strong identity set in stone based on their past experiences and feelings and then years later have its entire foundation blasted away as soon as they think about it from a different perspective for a minimum of 5 seconds and then start questioning their entire identity again

it's me. i'm queer people. i think i just realised my identity as a demiromantic person is actually demi-queerplatonic or even some sort of demi-alterous thing instead and what i felt before wasn't actually romance and now i'm really confused about it. chat wtf is going on

[twisted-septum]

I drew this and I love it! I'm taking commissions for 2 bucks an art piece so DM me if you want an art piece!

[a-j-s-the-only]

yet if you knew of love,

would you still spill the blood?

[gay-little-fish]

why fiction DOES affect reality - a really bad rant by a bored anti radqueer

so radqueers and proshippers keep saying this and i need to state why its not true

im using proship as a catch all term, so it includes darkshipping proshipping comshipping etc

first of all, influence. we can experience emotions in reality due to fiction, and fiction can change our opinions. for example, spreading awareness in the form of fiction. that affects reality!!! i constantly think of "ohhh these people on the internet are awful" "ohhh im gonna say this if someone on the internet says this to me" "ohhh i hate that piece of media" now, is the internet fiction? is media fiction? yes! do those thoughts affect reality? yes!

now also, really just about proshippers here. shipping illegal ships, especially publicly, normalizes those dynamics. its not normal for an adult to love a child. its not normal for someone to hurt the person theyre in love with. proshipping normalizes these things.

using proshipping as a coping mechanism isnt healthy whatsoever, especially if youre sharing it online. putting pedophila, s/a, etc in a positive light isnt really good at all. to put a character in that situation, but keeping it as in "i just want a character to relate to, im not putting this in a positive light whatsoever" id say is okay.

to the proshippers that proship for fun, and to the radqueers, why. literally what the fuck please actually explain to me why you think thats okay

[calistra1star]

the weirdest thing is when tumblr or Pinterest.

like I lost my phone and I was so scared cuz I couldn’t check my tumblr 💀

[plasterhound]

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[rosiefairlands]

Hi Tankman enjoyers don’t mind me.

[flashyzz]

Take my mind out

"Does it hurt..?"

She said as she stabbed it in the stomach, the blood poured out like an active waterfall. This was it, this was what she wanted right? All these years of fucking suffering she experienced should make her joyful that 'its' already dead? RIGHT. RiFTh. rIGth...?

Back then—

It treated you like you were a treasure. It made you feel the emotion you lacked, it was like a combination of fear and love. But of course it's just a monster, it never had feelings from the start. Everything was fake, a delusional paradise created by your mind.

"Ba-... Baby..." What? You said to it. This was the first encounter you had with this 'thing' you called a monster or so, you were emotionally broken during this period and didn't know how to react to these words it spouted.

Did it love you? Treat you more than just a toy, a good for nothing 'thing'? That's when the realization hit you, you were both similar, how? This is because both of you are just monsters to society. Monsters, huh.

You wonder what made you a monster, you were perfectly fine, beauty, intelligence and emotions you were the epitome of humanity yet you were labeled and beat to become the monster they say you are. But what made that thing a monster then?

Was it because of its appearance or behavior, maybe it's because she just isn't accepted, like you.

As you find the many reasons why society doesn't accept this monster, you notice from the corner of your eye that the 'thing' was gone. What the fuck!? Where did it go? Will it kill you, hunt you down as its prey or just murder for fun? You were infatuated on how it would behave, normally a person would fear this and try to escape and run away. But you, you were like a psychopath. Hm, maybe you finally lived up to your nickname 'mad scientist'.

The thing came back to you, mouth excessively salivating and blood dripping from the head. What was it really? And why does it behave like that. Those questions flooded your mind in a rush to discover and experiment on this thing. You laughed manically, what a monster you truly were.

Back to the thing you were looking directly at, it was still salivating and it looked at you like you were a big, juicy turkey just waiting to be devoured. "Wow.."

You said in an impressed manner, it was majestic. Like the king of beasts, the absolute best. You stared at each other for about ten seconds both of you trying to process what was actually happening. You stared at it like a Madman while it stared at you like it was the biggest predator around. "Ha— do I look like food to you? Stupid beast." You exclaimed.

It growled lowly as it circled you cautiously, you smiled, but it was not a normal smile, it was predatory, just like a maniac or madman would. "What would it take for you to eat me..?"

What the hell? Why were you asking this thing a question like that? You didn't want to die, you loved yourself, right? Oh, how wrong you truly were. It was like a fool was creating her own world just for her to fit in. And for sucks sake why would you even think about that question? Gosh, nevermind, you thought, let's go back to the monster your literally staring at right now.

Before you even knew it the monster was already closer to you, its breath was just horrible! Ick, what does this thing eat anyways? But you could feel it, the tension in the air seemed to grow stronger than two buff guys playing tug of war. Shit, its breath was hot and uneven plus you couldn't stand its smell! It almost made you puke!

Back to your conscious self—

Urgh, you tried to back your head away from its open salivating mouth, but it just responded by moving closer to you. What a pain in the ass, you didn't even know what this thing was and still it acted like it was attracted to you! This made you slightly irritated with it. As you fully backed yourself up from it, it stayed still like it saw something behind you. What does it see? More and more questions and wonders washed your mind. Gosh, this thing made you wonder the most random things! Why were you even thinking this!?

Everything was a mess in your mind, like it was scattered all over the floor. But one thing stood out from the trashy questions in your puzzled brain. Was this a nightmare.? It all made sense, the things you were seeing, you really went nuts huh!? "HAHAHAHAHA." You laughed like a psycho!

You were right.

The following day you went to visit the doctor as he refused to prescribe you medicine for the sleepless nights and un-waving nightmares you got from the pain in your head.

"I'm nuts, baby I'm mad! The craziest patient you've ever had!" You're crazy! My doctor responds. Why don't I just shut off my brain? What a let down you say to yourself as you stare at the corpse on the ground. It was fresh, who did this!? What the actual hell!? You started to cry. Who would do something so cruel to a person? Did you almost end up dying? Until you saw your own hands, bloodied.

Your face contorted into a manic smile, why were you smiling? Did you murder him? Suddenly you also began to laugh…

"Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor please listen, my brain is in scatters, you can be Alice I'll be the Mad hatter." You whisper to the cold body beneath you.

Psychotic was what you were, as your mind created a personal world for you to blend in with the world you, while you were stuck in a white room in real life. It's so soft, you muttered softly. Everything was so soft and so bright, was this heaven? Did you die? You zone out in thoughts when a person suddenly enters the room. A god? No it was a doctor yet your twisted mind failed to notice that.

As the ‘god’ touches you, you scream. “DON'T TOUCH ME!”

”DON'T TOUCH ME!”

They pinned you down. They!? Since when did many more ‘gods’ join!? It was terrifying. They pounced on you like lions! Wait, lions? Weren't you just thinking about god's just a minute ago? Your mind really was in scatters. No, you were playing tag with them, that was it right? Yeah, yeah. They're your friends!

You started chasing them, playing tag was fun! They would scream playfully every single time you tagged them! How entertaining! “Tag your it!” You said whenever they got out. But the problem was why did the players get eliminated so easily….

…All you did remember was grabbing something.

I got inspired by Melanie Martinez!! 😋

[yarizz1107]

Idk, but this can happen after a mission where Harold loses (again).