#mmmMMM

[bi-writes]

mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

[psipaka]

Not a canon reasonnnn I knowwww, I just got the idea for art and it made sense so I drew it leave me aloneeeee

[lunian]

...wait

what a man he is, this Gale Dekarios

[todayontumblr]

Wednesday, January 10.

Batten down the hatches

Picture the scene: you're out and about, minding your own business, when you get sniffed

[moechies]

Do you fink geto wud like to be calld uncle🥺🎀

omg yes . cos, he is that one gross uncle that can’t get enough of gojo’s pretty step daughter :3

can you imagine being introduced early on to your uncle geto, and he just takes a liking of your cute demeanor. the way you always have a smile spread across your face, your teasing touches, and your intriguing personality ‘nd body >:3 oh he can’t stand it. he leaves your side every time with a face painted of a pink blush, and a painfully strained cock. once he’s finally to get into your naive little head, you best believe he won’t let you go.

he’ll coo so sweetly, telling you that it’s okay ‘nd comforting you when you cry. aw

｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

“‘s okay dearest, uncle geto is here okay? n’more crying.”

his touches linger suspiciously close to your breast, a notice to the single finger that begins dragging down the side of your waist. you huff, pulling him closer towards your own, finding a sense of comfort in his sweet touches.

“love y-you uncle geto. d-don’t want you to go, ‘kay? p-promise . ”

“mhm, would never leave you sweet girl. uncle’s gonna take good care of you, mm? make you forget allll the bad things, hm?”

you whine, eyes following his digits that slide themselves between the band of your underwear. they fidget with the frilly lace that decorate the delicate, a shiver that tickles down your spine when his lingering touches seem to become a little bit more overwhelming.

“hm. little girl seems to like this?”

“u-uncle geto. w-wan’ you to touch me. please .”

“yeah? such well-mannered little girl. where do you want me to touch you then?”

you tug on his arm, directing him towards your needy cunt. but he doesn’t budge, only soft strokes to your skin with a teasing smile that spreads across his face.

you wail, “p-please, please touch me here..!” another short tug to his arm.

“i can’t help you if you don’t tell me where you want it, sweet girl. c’mon, use your words. don’t you want uncle geto t’make you feel good?”

“h-here.! m-my cunnie.! wan’ you to play with my cunnie ‘nd make me feel good uncle g-geto, please.!”

“mm, that’s all you needed t’say. ♡”

[myheartstopperblog]

Me watching Sahar and Imogen at the end of episode 8

[stranger-comet]

I woke up from a haze and this was in front of me. It was just supposed to be a sketch page I -

[slinkyarts]

i am not immune to monsterfucker ships

[art-the-f-up]

Feligami Mafia Boss/Assassin AU

[mrghostrat]

Do you have plans for your vampire AU to become fic? 👀👀

boy do i

[teddy-bear-d]

Can I just say that Martyn accidentally freezing himself when he got excited about seeing the snowy peaks has got so many head canons rotating in my head…

I’m just imagining any form of frazzlement causing him to instantly become an ice cube. Like unexpected Scott joke flirting throwing him off and instead of being able to hide it he just freezes, literally.

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

I know there’s a lot of hate for MLP G5’s art style going around and I just wanna say I’m not here to diss on the art style BUT WHAT I WILL DISS ON IS THE PINK IN MISTY’S COAT GET THAT SHIT OUTTA THERE

[sainz5516]

Whenever an enemies to lovers fic has a line like:

Oh.

Oh.

[h0e-y]

when he’s so thick your jaw starts to ache

[glimersims]

they r fashionistas

[venuscruel]

Spy x Family 99

It's scary that a kid can express like this about war. Donovan Desmond was into something since young, and the mystery around him keeps growing.