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THE QUEEN!! SHES BACK!!!!!!
#pokemon#pokemon legends za#pokemon za#eternal flower floette#pokemon presents#pokemon day#pokemon legends za spoilers#Its been 12 years since XY- AND FLOETTE IS BACK!! SHES THRIVING!!! YAYAYAYAY#ngl i wanted legends za to be in the past but at least the new battle mechanic is cool#ALSO!! THE NEW OFFICIAL ART!!! HOLY SHIT ITS SOOO PRETTY ITS SO GOOD MY GOD IM EATING IT UPPP!!!#my art
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My sister and I have the same birthday and it’s cool because people will be like, “Oh, are you twins?” And I get to say, “No! I ruined a five year old’s birthday.”
#actually she was really excited that I was her birthday present#also I was two week overdue so it’s my own fault
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Uncle Gojo!!
#I’m doing great guys!! /lying#He should get to watch his students thrive!! He should get to hold their ugly babies!! He should be present and a bother!! 🥹🥹🥹#my art#bluebeesart#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#satoru gojo#yuta okkotsu#maki zenin
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I like that Megatron is essentially leading a bunch of senior citizens
#transformers#maccadam#transformers one#megatron#starscream#tf one#soundwave and shockwave present as texts lol#megs has heard back in my day one too many times#vice versa the high guard dealing with a gen z child#I think soundwave would use emoticons from all over !!#I still don’t really know shockwave unfortunately but he gives me rise and grind 🔥🔥 energy#starscream is a stubborn old man who will not upgrade his old ass iPad or use emojis so#it’s not that he’s dumb it’s that he’s not hip#I think d-16 would have been a casual emoji user while pax would’ve been super liberal#as megs he uses less but not by much
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There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation
because WHAT are people talking about sometimes
#aka: genuinely sometimes I think I live in a parallel universe and simply watched/read different things#full disclosure it does make you feel like a killjoy sometimes#because often times these fanons will be presented in a silly jokey manner#'oh so silly isn't this character so funny this is just my silly little headcanon'#and it's like yes yes lol lol but ok look me in the eyes and tell me you know that this is#at best only one interpretation of many and at worst simply not supported by the text at all#please tell me you know that#or in one specific example such a ubiquitous joke that is literally a significant theme of the work and i feel like SUCH a killjoy#being like 'ok yes very funny.....you know that was a major theme right?? tell me you know that'
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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇
get your own print here ❤️
#do you ever cry while touching your pinky to a strand of your besties unruly hair#I call this aesthetic “warm angst” :'D#geto taking the pining to the next level#I imagine this takes place after the big village event#but before gojo finds out about it#just geto taking a moment to say his farewell to the life as he knew it#christmas present for my satosugu obsessed buddy @kymsys who lovingly made me read the manga at gunpoint. I hate you (affectionately) ❤️#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#satosugu#stsg#satosugu fanart#stsg fanart#gojo satoru#geto suguru#jjk fanart#anime#fanart#digital art#art#artwork#gojo fanart#geto fanart
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#Pokemon#Pokemon Presents#Pokemon Legends ZA#Chikorita Lover Gang rise up our time is now#(that said.....idk if Legends ZA is for me I might save my money#but frankly I am happy to see my girl get some love)#Seta speaks#Seta memes#top posts
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there's a beast in the pool
jaws theme starts playing in a homoerotic way
#wanted to finish this to my birthday and just got 'private rites' as a present. universe is in balance#the locked tomb#alecto the ninth#anastasia the first#anastasia the ninth#alectostasia#nona the ninth#harrow the ninth#gideon the ninth#tlt#art
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#Malleus Draconia#Twisted Wonderland#Presented with no comment because the previous update was the most incredible thing I've ever seen#I'm just speechless and my heart is aching for Malleus#it's time#let's bring him home#twst spoilers#twst
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got this AWESOME comm from @3na-exe of beth!!! i totally reccomend giving its comms a shot this was such a nice overall experience <3
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found family
#they made me crazy btw#found family trop kills me#™#married erasermic#erasermic.......oh my god *gunshots*#my hero academia#mha fanart#mha#mha art#boku no hero academia#bnha#bnha art#bnha fanart#erasermic family#aizawa shouta#shouta aizawa#eraserhead#hizashi yamada#yamada hizashi#present mic#eri#eri mha#shinsou hitoshi#hitoshi shinsou#mha shinsou#found family#art#fanart#zira draws
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Thinking about my happy nerd engineer children
#arcane#powder#jinx arcane#ekko#ekko arcane#timebomb#from the art book which i cannot fully read yet bc its technically my Christmas present#100 notes#250 notes#500 notes#1000 notes#2000 notes#3000 notes#4k
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batgirl 🦇💕
nightwing | red hood | red robin | robin | spoiler | signal | oracle
#cassandra cain#batgirl#dc comics#my art#mini the cover series#my (fake) covers#title from the current batgirl (2024-present) run
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having death on her knees... crazy stuff only agatha harkness could do
#the speech bubble saying good girl was not added but it's very present in my mind#so imagine it's there#also still debating if i like the outcome of this piece#first time drawing this agatha outfit and MY LAST#and i think the proportions are so off but i've been staring at it for so long i could no longer tell#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agatha x rio#agathario#agathario fanart#marvel#my art#lesbian art#evgarart
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Acknowledge Me
or: Simon finally gives you attention after you piss him off.
“The power it takes, to make me cry that way. Baby, I hate me when you get under my skin.”
cw: 3.6k words (lord), 18+ MDNI, Toxic!Simon/Meanie!Simon, smut with plot, daddy kink (daddy, pa), dubcon, p in v, dacryphilia, degradation (like hell), water park amusement, pvssy slapping, creampie, marathon!, intoxicated sex, pet names (lovie, doll, pup), overstim, orgasm denial, straight debauchery, after care, y/n visuals.
a/n: acknowledge me by doja cat was the big inspo.
Were you a fucking stupid brat?
Or were you simply itching for attention that you deserved?
If you told your friends, they wouldn’t call you a fucking brat. Stupid? Yeah.
For being with a man who didn’t hesitate to curse you out when you annoyed him. Simon Riley didn’t even flinch when you started hearing those hiccups over the phone, he could already picture your trembling bottom lip, huffed out cheeks and tears forming at your water line. If anything it pissed him off further.
“Don’t fuckin try it with those tears [+]. I fuckin told you, you tell me where the fuck you’re goin. Why the fuck did I have see you move to five different bars in three fuckin hours and you didn’t say a word to me about it till now!?” Simon yelled through the phone.
“You and your dumb ass friends are too fuckin reckless—“
“—Don’t call them that-“ you chided.
“-Oh, I promise you lovie, I don’t give a shit.” his voice with venom.
For fucks sake, it was supposed to be a fun night out and if you were one of your friends, it would’ve been. You and your friends loved bar hopping, enjoying the vibe wherever you went and free alcohol that men and women would order for you. You don’t remember how many bars ago, but your phone died somewhere in the middle and you did spend about five minutes at the last 6 bars trying to find an outlet before your friends dragged you away to the dance floor. That had to count for something, right? You did try to get some form of life on your phone for thirty minutes!
You’d finally gotten to an outlet, right next to the fucking bathroom. ‘15 missed called 4 new messages.’ A string of curses leaving your mouth once you dialed that memorized phone number. And there Simon was, talking to you out the ass while the music was booming in the distance, you had your phone in one hand and a finger in the other trying to hear him properly, the smell of only-god-knows from god-knows-what filling your poor nose all so you could attempt to fix your accidental boo-boo :( — but that bastard had to have you crying in the club.
Like you were thirsty for his attention. you were.
No, none of this was your fault. You didn’t need to update the 6’4, blonde, hunk of a damn brat, when he hadn’t even bothered to contact you in a month.
Yup, the ghost was actually known for ghosting you.
Purposely declining your calls, leaving your texts on read or worse: replying with a ‘k’ when you tried to meet up when you knew (least for the most part) he kept to himself. When he was stationed near by, he was at his own fucking house minding his own business. He was the worst. And the cherry on top?
The fucker had your location on.
You swore he did this to get a rise out of you, to see you teetering off the brink of sanity— and you had to attempt to reel yourself back in every. fucking. time. You weren’t his little plaything, you didn’t need him.
“Don’t fuck with me.” you mumbled, salty tears hitting your mouth. Those would be the last for the night, you swore it. It was like the liquor finally left your heart and went to your brain. Liquid courage.
“What’dyou just say t’me?”
Louder, “I said, don’t fuck with me! I’m sick of your shit Simon!” You snapped. You weren’t an angry person, you’d just hit an annoying wall you needed to get though. The annoying wall called Ghost Riley.
“You always- always come out of the fucking blue ‘nd think you tell me what to do! I’m not a fucking idiot, I know what the fuck I’m doin! Don’t be bitchy at me cause I like to have a little fuckin fun with my friends even when you’ve been ignoring me. Fuckin ignoring me instead of telling me what’s up! The fuck do I gotta do to get you off my dick?!”
“You like the messy shit, Si! You like seein me pissed at you just so you’re the one who has to come and fix it! I can’t stand it. You should go find a bitch who likes that shit because I don’t! I hate how I feel right now and I hate that you can’t be one of those kind boyfriends who’ll come and fuckin hold me nice and shit! Hell, maybe I’ll go find someone to hold me realll nice like since you fuckin won’t!” You spat, nose flaring, you were trembling with rage.
“Pup,” one word. Cut throat. Yanking you right back down to reality. “You take your pretty ass home, ‘nd I’ll go easy on you, yeah?”
You felt your chest rising and falling rapidly, you were frustrated that he clearly didn’t listen to your little rant but you felt your panties get damp. Just a bit. Just like always when you saw a punishment coming. You couldn’t help yourself.
“I-“
“—She’s busy right now please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeeeep.” Your friend, Sharon, has snactched your phone out of you hand, quickly interjecting your conversation with the man and hanging up. She hiccuped, nodding her head in satisfaction.
“You can’t spend the whoooole night by this stinky ass bathroom. Let’s go daaaaance, or-or drink.” She giggled, taking your hands. “Or both!” She squealed at her own words.
Fuck it.
You went out with your friends so you could have a good time, and that’s exactly what you were going to do.
Simon had such a nice way of breaking you down to your knees, so you were the one sobbing and begging then bringing you back up. He didn’t do it often, he wasn’t that fucking mean, but he did it when you really pissed him off. Simon needed you to understand— you weren’t in charge. He was. The man doesn’t remember exactly what you did to piss him anymore, it had been a long and grueling month for him anyway. But he had to follow through with something because he’d be damned if he had to actually apologize, you being with your idiot friends didn’t help your case. So he threw it in the melting pot of why he had a right to bully you.
The motherfucker couldn’t help himself.
When he entered your empty and annoyingly small studio apartment, he added another mark to his ‘reasons to fuck babygirl up’ list. He told you to take your sweet ass home, didn’t he? And where were you?
He’d make sure the neighbors knew exactly who the fuck he was.
It should’ve been easy for you to check in, no? He worried about your safety above all else, but it always seemed to fly out the window when you were with your friends who were notorious and extreme party girls while you just went with the flow. He didn’t not like them sober, it’s when you went clubbing you, for some reason, would get hard headed, defiant. It pissed him off, which would always lead to an argument. Usually he’d come snatch you up while you were tipsy, you’d have a cry in the car, mumbling something about how you just knew the man didn’t like you or take you serious.
And partially, Ghost didn’t. He brushed your insecurities away at first, thinking nothing of it as you went about your life. But you kept being on edge drunk or sober. So he would be right there, finger fucking you otherwise while the car was still in motion. And maybe you were right, maybe he wasn’t the sweet and soft boyfriend you wanted who’d hold your cute little hand when you made him angry. He wasn’t the type to coddle you, chicken peck your face with kisses when you felt down. Simon Riley was the gruff and overbearing man you needed to set you straight, keep you grounded when the world went to shit.
That’s what your cute little tantrum was about, least part of it was. Simon knew he was distant, you just needed a reminder he was yours and you were his. And only his. You craved him like you needed food, it was obvious to anyone who saw you two together. He chuckled, couldn’t believe you even suggested fucking some other man. As if they could handle you, as if they knew what you needed.
He’d set that attitude straight.
The shower was running when the front door of your flat closed behind you. There’s no way you left it on this whole time, did you? You didn’t remember. The night turned into a long one.
No, you didn’t get black out drunk like your friends suggested. You had another shot or two, deciding to stay on the sober side with your DD. You two did smoke a fat blunt before hitting another club though, that made you feel like you were starting to lose your hearing. But it mellowed you out completely. The anger you felt, all that angst and sadness? Gone like a snap of your fingers. The person who was yelling and crying earlier? Technically it wasn’t you, you just needed a little peace. A little medicinal help.
After singing and dancing as hard as you could, your drunk friends taking blurry photos and videos of you that you’d probably post later, you persuaded them it’d be best to get something to eat and head home around two am. It took thirty minutes to find a convenience store that was open so you could chow down on something, and fifteen to get home. With a basically empty bag of chips in one hand, purse slung over your shoulder like a duffle, a bag of junk food in your other hand, low red eyes and a small smile— you finally got home.
You’d deal with that asshole tomorrow. Or next week— maybe next month if you gave enough of a fuck like he did.
Who knows.
You sat the bag of food on the coffee table, right now the priority was your skin care routine, then eat, then zonk out till 2 pm. You still can’t believe you left the shower and the bathroom light on that was now blinding your eyes but whatever. You’d turn it off as soon as you were done since it was warm due to the slight steam.
Routine, routine, routin— you stumbled over a pile of clothes. Large male clothes— okay, maybe you were in the wrong apartment.
Not your first rodeo.
You’d just slowly back out and try looking for your apartment. No big deal.
But the shower curtain swung open and you tripped over the clothes, falling right on your ass with a yelp.
“Ya can’t be that fuckin drunk, can ya?”
Your eyes darted open, right at the familiar deep cockney accent— Simon Riley was right there in the flesh, water dripping down his scarred and large body, making him dazzle like a God in that fucked up bathroom light.
Now that was blinding.
“Hello? Are ya listenin?”
Oh, he really wanted an answer.
“ ‘M not drunk.” You said breathlessly. Intoxicated? Yes. But not drunk. The shots had worn off ages ago. Hell, maybe your high was too at the sight of this brute.
What the fuck was he doing here?
The blonde ignored the confused look on your face. Taking a towel that sat on the sink and drying his hair. No point in drying off anything else, he was about to sweat.
So were you.
Simon continued on, stepping past you and you quickly got up, following right behind him like a starved puppy. For someone who hated your apartment, he sure walked around like he owned the place. Nude, large cock swinging, and the look of annoyance written on his handsome unmasked face.
He sat on the bed, manspreading nonchalantly. Knowing you were looking at it, your eyes immediately went elsewhere.
“What do you want?” You mumbled out, shifting from foot to foot.
As if you didn’t know what was bound to happen.
The older man laughed, sarcasm dripping down his throat.
“Be good ‘nd strip, won’t repeat myself.”
“Si-Simon!” Your breath hitched once a large hand came down on your ass, once for good measure.
“Who?” He slapped his thick member on your ass, sliding it through the crevice of your cheeks.
“But- but Simon-“ another slap.
“You’re gonna make it worse for yourself, call me proper.” He smacked his cock over your glistening folds. So fucking wet.
“Daddy mmph,” You moaned.
“All this ‘b-b-but’ bullshit from ya. You’ve pissed me off more than enough. You’ll take all of it today.” Simon slipped inside your hole, filling you to the brim even with half of that girthy cock in you. You both hissed, fuck, it was always so good when he was inside your walls. Simon slowly started to rock his hips into you, slowly but surely making sure you took every inch if his manhood had to offer.
It was when he bottomed out, you knew you were in for it. Simon wasn’t talking to you, he forced your head down on the bed, forcing your back to arch further as he thrusted right at your spot. Over and over and over.
“Gonna cum pa, gonna cum.” You stuttered, feeling the pit in your stomach starting to turn.
“No you’re not.”
“—But—”
“I dare you [+]. I know you’d just looove seein how that turns out.”
You hiccuped, tears brimming as Simons pace got faster. You could feel him throbbing inside you but he wouldn’t cave. He was making the both of you suffer over a petty argument— a mistake that in any normal relationship wouldn’t be that serious.
“I- no- anngh— I need to cum—”
“-You don’t need shit you greedy. fuckin. bitch.” He grunted, swatting your ass with every thrust.
The man yanked you up by your tosseled hair, “You had your oh-so lovin Daddy fuckin worried about’cha so you can be safe then when I finally get a hold of ya ‘nd tell you to go home, you ignore me. Threatenin to go fuck some idiot, but he couldn’t fuck you like I can? Can he? Can’t keep you pretty ‘nd upright? Can he?” His hand trailed from your throat to the buldge at your stomach. He scuffed, “now you’re itching t’cum just because I have my cock right here in ya? Fuckin dumb bitch shit,”
“You a dumb bitch?” He asked, making sure you were fucking him back. Ripples forming on your ass with every thrust.
“Noooo.” You cried out, trying to get away but it only made the brute dig into you further.
“What?”
“No sir.”
“Thaaats right princess. You're my smart little girl, listen to me next time. Good on you- fuck— for tryin to salvage yourself.” He huffed.
You didn’t realize your own toes curling at that small praise, your body trembling as you reached your peak.
“Hold it, did you just fuckin cum? When I told you not to?” He growled, forcing you to look at his eyes that were practically red with anger.
“Wait, wait, wait.” You really couldn’t help yourself, you’d been holding it for how long? And you were still kinda high which made you feel the sensations ten fold, Simon was drilling into you like no tomorrow and then he gave you an inch of kindness after being so mean to you this whole fucking time.
Your body unconsciously took a mile.
“Nope.” He yanked you back to lay your back on him, the rest of his drenched length in you, and lifted your leg so it was over your head, legs parted like the red sea. The first smack on your cunt for the night had you screaming, water spraying out.
Simon gripped your chin, forcing you to look down at the mess you created while harshly rubbing your pearl, still thrusting into you from behind, “You wanna act like a greedy bitch and think with your pussy? Then you cum like a greedy fuckin bitch. Cum you dirty pup.”
And he kept smacking down on your poor cunt, unable to stop yourself from cumming and squirting. Completely creaming Simons girthy cock so that a ring of cum formed around the base of his length.
“Daddy I can’t-“ you keened.
The man scowled, “-Shut. the fuck. up. You never shut the fuck up, the only thing I wanna hear is how fucking wet that pussy is. Keep fuckin cummin like a dirty slut you are.”
And you did.
You were wetting the bed like a dog. Water flying everywhere with every thwack of Simons hand on your abused and misused clit. You didn’t even know how many times you had cum by that point. Words? What were those? You wouldn’t even be able to read a street sign or name your favorite color if asked.
You were seeing pure white, the only thing you could hear was the loud squelching of Simon pumped himself in and out of you. He pulled out for a second causing you to whine at the loss of him, but he slipped back into your tight walls, fucking you in a nice missionary.
He gave your face a few light smacks to the face, tutting “Ah, ah, ah, pup, don’t you fuckin pass out. Eyes on Daddy.”
You managed to pry those long lashes open, hooded and lower than they could ever get when you were high.
“Therrrre my pretty girl is. Look so good bein fuckin stupid on my dick doll. This is alllll my girl needed. A good lesson, yeah? Remind ‘er who’s boss, huh?” He smirked, dragging himself down to you so your legs were at your chest.
“Shit baby, feel you squeezing down on me. Wanna cum with me? Missed me given it to ya just like you always need?” Oh, you were crying again. Yeah, you did miss his mean ass.
And his mean beautifully scarred up face, the mean way his muscles flexed when he did anything, his stupid fucking mouth that had to say some stupid shit touching your full lips, his disgustingly sexy muscular yet pudgy stomach with a happy trail touching your stomach everytime he wrapped those arms around you. His massive presence when he stood next to you, mean brown eyes watching while you did your hair, your makeup, or got dressed. Heartless hands that rubbed your neck everytime he didn’t know how to comfort you because that asshole trying his hardest to understand you.
And that undeniably cruel, overly massive cock fucking you like you were the final girl getting a well deserved an award for making it out the trenches in a horror film.
Your head was full with the thought of daddy, daddy, daddy— you shook your head but you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. You hung on to whatever bullshit that man gave you. Only him. Always him.
“Wan- I wan it pa! Wan your cum in me.” you babbled through your sobs.
“Course ya fuckin do. Can’t do shit without me.” The older man crooned. He finally planted his lips on yours, you moaned at just the feel. Pink walls fluttering in ecstasy as he filled you to the brim. Slow thrusts making sure he pumped everything he had into your perfect cunt.
So much for not crying anymore.
The only sound you could be heard in that studio was you cries, like a fucking baby, bouncing off your thin walls. The headboard was finally able to rest, you knew for a fact your neighbors probably despise your being now.
“Why didn’t you- you come see me? I wanted- hicc- I wanted to see you. But- but- you wouldn’t come see me! Wouldn’t even talk to me on the phone,” You sobbed, tripping and falling through your words. “you must hate me.”
The older man rolled his eyes, “Didn’t ever say tha’. How can I hate’cha ‘nd your mine? Doesn’t make sense mama.”
“Didn’t call me though.” You were sprawled out on the bed now, fat tears escaping your eyes. The blonde was sitting on the bed, grabbing the bottled water that he kept in the nightstand, opening it and putting it to your lips to drink. You did, lifting just enough for a bit to go down your bound to be sore throat and flopping back on the bed.
“Was busy swee’art.” Half truth, half lie. Though it was habit, he was trying to keep you in the loop of his life this time. But old habits die hard. The man forgot to reply. His work schedule was fucked, and he was busy spending his free time moving house. The house he planned to give you, it just wasn’t ready yet. Simon was actually being good for you, for once.
“You’re not always busy Si, you just don’t like my annoying voice!” You whimpered.
It took everything in the older brute to not laugh, you were bein so fucking cute. Babbling nonsense but still clinging to him like a lifeline. Still wanting, still his baby girl.
“Told ya, you weren’t annoyin. Got a nice voice, so get it out silly skull.” He cooed, sitting you on your bottom to face him.
You sniffed, moaning and groaning in annoyance but choosing to accept those words. And only those though.
“Fucks sake, Stop it.”
“I caaaant.” You whined, profusely wiping your tears.
“No, dummy.” Simon pushed your hands off your own face, gently wiping the tears with his thumbs that continued to poor out, “Yer gonna throw a fuckin fit if your face ends up bein puffy cause you wipe your tears so damn rough. Take it easy.”
No one knew how to wipe your tears better than the man who created them.
“I wanna make up, you don’t want to?” That was as close to an apology you’d ever get. Always.
A proper Ghost apology was rare as is and you wouldn’t be getting that after your little tantrum tonight. So you ate up what you could get.
“I wanna- I wanna make up too Daddy.” You croaked, dragging out your words. Adorable princess.
“Pfft,” he ruffled your now messy, sweated out hair, “I gotcha.”
“Up you go.” Like a feather, Simon lifted you from the bed, walking to the bedroom you too had been at who knows how many hours ago. He gently sat you on the counter of the sink,
“Let’s get you all ready for bed, yeah?”
a/n: I really love meanie!Simon the most. Let me know what you think about him.
#tojisteddy presents#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost x reader smut#ghost riley#ghost cod#call of duty#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley smut#tf 141 x reader#task force 141#tf 141 smut#simon riley x reader#meanie!simon#toxic!simon#black reader#x black reader#CRAZYYY ANGSTYYY WHEN YOU GET UNDER MY SKIIIIN#cod headcanons#cod smut#modern warfare
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crowley
#fem presenting crowley you're everything to me#as you might know I've been recovering from an injury these past few weeks which is why I couldn't draw as much as usual#been doing a bit better so I wanted to give drawing a try again#while my arm isn't back to normal yet it feels a LOT better than 2 weeks ago#which is a good sign#still gonan take things easy of course#good omens#good omens fanart#crowley#fem crowley#why was one of teh suggestions for that tag fem crocodile#I'll have to look that up#david tennant#crowley fanart#aziracrow#aziracrow fanart#my art#fanart#my good omens art#good omens 2
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