#please take a fucking shower

[officialchimmie]

SMALL LITTLE DOODLE PAGE OF THIS GURL... @creaturefeaster / @chickenstab HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN MAKING THESE SHITS BRO...

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3

[rocketqueen1989x]

s(creaming right now

[mechanicalinfection]

So pancake satan, am I right??

[softquietsteadylove]

hi! my prompt is just this tweet:

“men moaning” and it’s just heavy breaths once in a while like don’t pmo and don’t hmu unless it’s whiny whimpery and loud and sloppy and sensitive and on the verge of tears and talkative and begging”

but it’s gilgamesh. because that is him 🙈

"Darling, I'm-" Thena paused amidst placing her purse down in the foyer. Gil was already home, only having done a half day at work. Doctor's orders, and everything; not that he wasn't recovering nicely from the shooting. "Home."

The moaning was coming from their bedroom. Her bedroom, she reminded herself. They weren't married, he still had a flat of his own to maintain. Sometimes she even would even wonder if he ever did change those gaudy silk sheets.

He should moan more often, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall. He sounded good like this. She licked her lips, pressure growing between her legs. It had been a while.

Gil's physiotherapy was going well, but they had gently advised that he keep his physical exertion minimal for now. No heavy lifting, no prolonged strain to his muscles. No sex.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groaned as loudly as he wanted.

She bit her lip, a wicked grin coming over her. It was nice to think that whatever fantastical visions were running through his mind, she was still at the centre of them. His obsession with her was flattering, and she was happy to feed it.

"There you are."

Gilgamesh whimpered, sitting up in bed, holding himself with a tissue over it. He knew better than to make a mess of the bed (unless she was involved in the mess). "Thena!"

She couldn't help it. He just looked so helpless, sitting there with his hands around himself, caught like a naughty little deviant. She glided from the door to his side of the bed. He tried to shrink away but she put her hand on his chest, pushing him back against the headboard so she could kiss him.

He sighed into it.

"Miss me?" she breathed directly into his wanting mouth. Her hand drifted down his chest, over his nipple and down his flank. He flinched. "Exerting yourself?"

He groaned faintly, positively in pain from stopping so close to his own release. "Man's got needs, Princess."

"Tell me," she purred, tracing her finger down the fine lines of his muscles. She dragged her lips from his cheek down his neck.

He moaned, still letting himself be more vocal about it. Perhaps it was because he was usually intent on listening to the noises she made, but hearing him score his own ecstasy had a distinct charm.

"Wh-What can I say, Ice," he panted as she slid her hands down until she could uncover what he was trying to keep hidden from her. "Laid down to have a nap, woke up halfway there after a very steamy dream."

She tilted her head at him, in a way he said he found cute. She pursed her lips, "was I in this dream?"

His eyes were molten, glaring at her as she teased the base of his cock while still neglecting to touch it directly. "You know you were."

She leaned into him again, pressing her breasts to his chest, dragging her teeth over his ear. "What was I doing to the poor Tyrant King?"

He flinched as she finally touched him, only to tease just his tip. The pad of her finger circled just his opening, the red of his glans burning both of them in the process. "You, me, your office couch. Good - fuck! - old fashioned shit."

"Hm," Thena looked at her poor Tyrant King properly. She didn't usually have the opportunity to tease him for prolonged periods of time. At least, not anymore. "Lean back."

"Huh?" he blinked, and less did what she said and more let her shove him up against the headboard again. "Princess are--oh, fuck."

"Hm," she purred again, leaning up on her knees to more or less seat herself on his face. He eagerly grasped her thighs to pull her to his mouth, lapping her up like a parched man in a rainstorm. "Gil!"

He moaned against her, his tongue moving so frantically it was uncoordinated at best. But he still knew where she wanted him, how to illicit sounds of satisfaction from her. He was willing to let himself endure a little longer for the privilege of her flesh.

Thena gripped the headboard, riding his mouth, rolling her hips against him. It had been too long. She was the one strictly keeping him adhered to the schedules given by doctors and physiotherapists and anyone else.

He had whined to her about how they could fool around at least a little, right? But she had resisted, for the sake of his recovery. They were both adults. They could satisfy their own needs for a little longer.

How weak a woman she was. Thena let her head drop back, tilting to the side, her hair cascading down over her back as she pushed herself into him more. She gasped as he focused on her clit. "Good boy."

They both moaned. He loved being called that, and she loved having that power over him. She was sure his cock was positively weeping by now.

"That's it, that's it," she encouraged. She let go of the headboard with only one hand, making sure she wouldn't fall back and crush a certain part of him she still needed (desperately). Her free hand ran through his hair, making a proper mess of it. "Right there!"

Gil drank up her orgasm, making a loud show of his delight. He gripped her to him as she rode it out, pulling her pelvis so forward he could grasp a nice, meaty handful of her backside.

She squeezed his shoulder, urging him to let her pull herself away. His tongue got in one last flick as they parted ways. She sank down on his lap, her legs trembling from holding herself up and at such an angle. She purred against his chest. She had missed that; perhaps he was right, a little exertion was fine in the right positions.

"You good, Princess?" he asked, peppering kisses all along her cheek and neck.

"Hm," she smiled, hardly finished. She lifted herself from him, dispensing with her clothing completely. She turned back to the matter at hand. "I suppose you deserve a reward for being such a good boy."

Gilgamesh moaned more loudly and wholly than he ever had before. The spacious and private luxury of her home suited him. He sank into her pillows again, completely unable to do anything but put his hands on her hips. "Fuck!"

Thena took him into her mouth. She didn't often; she wouldn't even say she did it on any particular occasion. But the throbbing of it begged for relief, and every once in a while, she was inclined to have some mercy on her precious Tyrant King.

"Oh, fuck, Thena, you're-!" he whimpered, his hips lifting into her mouth as she would allow, which wasn't much. She had him pinned to the bed, allowing him the enjoyment of her mouth on him, while his eyes could enjoy the view of her unhindered.

"Hm," she hummed, letting it ripple through him. He let out a charming string of 'ah, ah, ah!', in a deliciously pathetic voice. She could feel how taut his balls were, the skin of his cock burning against her lips. She pressed her tongue to him, as much as the girth of him would allow. Her mouth left him with a distinct pop!.

"Thena!" Gilgamesh wailed, his hips flinching as he shot up like a fountain. His stamina for a man his age was a pleasant thing for her.

Thena allowed him to splatter a little on the sheets, only because the bulk of the mess was all over his skin. She swiped some up and popped it into her mouth as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Satisfied?"

He was panting like they had been at it for hours. His impetuous gaze returned, a few layers under his deep relief. His arms were akimbo on the pillows, halfway between lying down and propped up. He gulped, "not even close."

That was what she liked to hear. But she did need him to breathe. She lifted herself off him, giving him another eyeful (just this once). But she turned and pressed her lips to his in a comparatively sweet way. "Take a minute."

He watched as she reached for more tissues, swiping up the cum of his she wouldn't be licking up with her tongue. "You givin' me the sponge baths, now?"

She glared at him for bringing it up. His mirthful grin told her he really was far from through. She gripped him at the base, a little tighter than necessary. He grunted.

"Okay, okay, I take it back," he whimpered as she all but wrung him in her hand. But he knew she liked having him at her mercy. He tried to sit up properly again, but her pillows were too plush, and the way she had him in hand made his pelvis try to come up and ease her grip.

Thena let go of him, at least enough that he wasn't writhing in borderline agony. She liked him writhing in other ways. She released him. There was a time when she didn't feel the need to feast upon him with her eyes; the monstrosity between his legs didn't need that much attention.

But she had to admit, as far as manhoods went, she found his by far the most pleasant to lay her eyes upon in a passive state. Gilgamesh cleared his throat to call her attention. He wasn't without some self-consciousness, after all.

He happily accepted another kiss from her. But he pouted as she made it clear they were not at the cuddling portion of their activities yet.

She pressed her fingers to his lips, her eyes dashing down. "Erect it for me again."

He blushed. "I know you don't consider yourself a romantic, Princess, but it's not like I can-"

She reached behind her, offering a hand to what she was quite sure he didn't actually need help with. "What was that dream you were telling me about?"

He groaned, really thrusting himself into her touch more than anything. "Cuddled up in your office, like the good old days. You were on top. You look so fucking good on top."

Thena finally moved her palm against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. For all his protest, he was once again completely hard to the touch. This would do. "Go on."

Gilgamesh's mouth dropped open as she lifted herself, only so she could lower herself down onto his cock. He watched eagerly as she pulled her own lips to nestle his tip into position. He wheezed, his stomach tightening, "come on, Princess, please."

"Please, what?" she asked in her most innocent voice. She wiggled her hips a little, making sure he could get a taste of her witness before he was even inside of her.

"Please," he groaned again, digging his head into the pillows behind him. "Please, Princess, please fuck me."

"Good, Tyrant King," she purred, finally sinking herself onto him. She let herself moan with her own pleasure. It had been far too long, actually. She sank down on him until they were hip to hip, and she could feel him filling her in the way she so needed. "That's it."

Gil groaned up to her ceiling with everything in him. She didn't mind if he wanted to be louder than usual. She liked the sound of him whimpering like a dog for a treat. "Fuck, Thena, I love you."

She smiled to herself. She knew just how deeply he meant it. But she was having maybe a little too much fun. She leaned forward to kiss him. "That's what all men say when they're balls deep in it."

Gil moaned, although it became more of a whimper as she started bouncing on him. He liked her on top, he liked drinking up the sight of her body, her breasts bouncing. And while being on top had been about control for her, she conceded that somewhere along the line, she felt as beautiful as he said she was in his eyes. She felt like a goddess, poised on top of her personally selected lover.

He belonged to her, and she would prove it by any means necessary.

Thena leaned forward, still moving her hips against his but luxuriating in the heat of his bare chest. She let him wrap his arms around her as their lips met. It was a hungry, sloppy kiss. He was closer than she was, and she wanted to wring him dry. She wanted him crying and begging and pleading for her. She grit her teeth as his hair dragged over her clit.

"Fuck, Thena, hon, I"m two seconds-" he panted, his voice becoming tight and squeezed. She could tell he was holding himself back. Her poor Tyrant King, being tormented by his lover.

"Beg for it," she ordered, her own panting joining his, but - for once - she was the quieter of the two of them. She rolled her hips, which allowed her to deny him friction as well as drag his ridge along her own walls.

"Please, baby, please please please," he whined for her, like such a good boy. His hips tried to move of their own accord, but hers were stronger, keeping him pinned to her bed--their bed. "Fuck, I'm so fucking close. Please, let me come in that sweet pussy."

"Hm," she pursed her lips, pretending to think it over. She held completely still, a test of willpower for the both of them. But she felt him pulse within her and had some mercy on her sweet lover.

"Thena!" Gil groaned up to the heavens as she slapped their hips together, reaching behind her to squeeze his balls. It broke the dam, and he shot into her with fervor.

She purred as she too came, her hips grinding against his, joined together like an axis but leaning back in her enjoyment. She dug her nails into the mattress between his legs. She was not the only one left vulnerable when they bedded each other, and she did appreciate the trust he put in her considering.

Gil panted, sounding like he couldn't catch his breath. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and their fluids were dripping out of her and onto the bed. "Fuck!"

She smiled, although she began laughing too. Her satisfaction also rang through her whole body. It had been much too long she had been subsisting on quick shower-head orgasms or the use of an object here or there. She shouldn't have denied her Tyrant - or herself - in such a way.

Gil moaned against her lips, trying to kiss her as hard and long as he could. His fingers tangled in her hair, although he didn't have the strength to hold himself up with one arm.

Thena ran her eyes over him (what a feast). "You're trembling."

He hacked out a laugh, his chest still heaving for air. "Guess I haven't been working out, huh?"

She smoothed her touch over it, though. All her teasing and fun aside, she looked closely for signs of pain or weakness in him. All the satisfaction in the world wouldn't be worth upsetting his progress.

"Hey." He captured her investigative hand for himself, bringing it up to kiss it. "You okay?"

She shook her head, leaning into another kiss. Softer and sweeter this time, more like the kiss she had expected upon arriving home. "Are you?"

The look he gave her assured her she needn't worry. Having his needs satisfied by more than his own hand had made him hungry again. "I'm more than okay, Princess. Would you care to...check again, though?"

She rolled her eyes at him, because there he was--her Tyrant King. She pushed him down by the chest as she rose off him. She twisted around the long way, just to give him one more, teasing eyeful of her. This was also a rare treat, just for him.

He groaned at just the sight of it.

She swung her hips on the way to the adjoining bathroom. "We both need a wash, after that."

Gil practically threw off the sheets to join her.

[live-from-flaturn]

"The Sign" is going to kill me.

[thefruitybasket]

ok yall got me with this im actually at a loss for words. what the fuck

[yellowistheraddest]

oh wow i love waking up and learning i have to look after a relatives kids all day (im exploding as i write this)

[b4kuch1n]

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[todayisafridaynight]

RGG FINALLY MAKES THE SMARTEST BUSINESS DECISION OF THEIR LIVES

[supmaww]

the horrifying sound of your parent getting into the shower after you just used up all the hot water

[whitegoldtower]

I am only gonna say this once.

Idgaf if you like “girlsmell”/“boysmell”/“theysmell” WASH YOUR FUCKIN ASS

“If she comes to my place after showering I’m gonna make her do laps around the house before she can come in”

It’s not pheromones I can smell, it’s fucking ONIONS. YOU STINK.

“I’m gonna eat bugs and I will NOT wear deodorant 🤪”

Honey, I eat bugs too but do NOT bring your stink near my lavender scented ass or I will SMITE YOU. I am going to hose you down and forcibly wash you like Moo Deng’s zookeeper

RRRRUEUUEEEEGGHHHH 🤢 🤮

HAVE A WASH!!!!!

[ghostzzy]

sucks to be back to forcing myself to do things after 2 days of being extremely gentle with myself but like. there is only so long we can Not Shower. and we have reached the limit.

[phagodyke]

woke up randomly in the night and my flatmate is in the bathroom so I can't go pee and immediately go back to sleep incident 7493 dead 19923 casualties

[eigengrauone]

guh

[ox1-lovesick]

if bighit doesn't let txt rest....