#tank luv

[ruinme-please]

BOO!

Was this you in my hallway creepin??

You sweet cheeks muffin bub luv could never scare me <3 how do you feel about being kidnapped?

[joshler]

new pfp for the masses :3

[calicocritterz4u]

Actually, listening to Hozier and eating cinnamon toast and drinking iced coffee while I fantasize abt living in hyrule IS therapy, so jot that down

[thefluffyrailway-official]

ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝟙-𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪

💙: 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 (𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢).

💚: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

💙: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐↓↓

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 """"""𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜"""""" 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. \/(-𝚠-)\/

💚: 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 :)

💙: 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙴𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜' 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝙴𝚖𝚒 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 (𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢) 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎:

"𝚈𝚘! 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛! "

(𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍��𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎-)

💚-𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 """""""𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂"""""".

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢𝚎 🌘^🌘🍞

(𝙰𝚄 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜: @steam-beasts <𝟹)

[potatoqueenpal]

It's so weird to me when my one of my posts blow up.

Like I am just one potato out of billions of condensed flesh bags of matter, atoms and DNA who mindlessly spouts out rambles and strained sentences. A being who's mind is everywhere and yet nowhere. And yet you enjoy my bullshit?

[pornstarsxclothed]

[beefrobeefcal]

submitted by @pedroshotwifey [in response to this post]

Hi, Beefro!! I hope you are having a wonderfully beefy night. I have a couple things for the fic ask thing! Catfish & Mouse : 2 (what was the first scene you wrote?) On The Waterfront: 4 (what is your favorite piece of dialogue?) Pls & tyy 🥩🥩🥩

Thank you, Hotty!

Catfish & Mouse : 2 (what was the first scene you wrote?)

Like Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien did for The Hobbit, I wrote the first scene first. In fact, the majority of the fics I've written have been written that way. I'm an essayist at my core and what do we do in our essay? we state: in this essay, I will be discussing the following... Starting this way helps me set the scene, the tone, the characters, and I think if you read everything I write back-to-back, you can really see how painfully formulaic my writing style is 🤷‍♀️🥩🤣

On The Waterfront: 4 (what is your favorite piece of dialogue?)

In any fic, my favourite pieces of dialogue are when characters are revealing who they or another character truly are. The dialogue between Will and Honey in chapter 5: Skin and Bones reveals not only how much Will cares about his friend, it delves into Frankie's addictive personality. I was very proud of that, even in the first draft. It was also the section that prompted a great deal of discussion in my DM's and asks about what really was going on with our favourite shit-disturbing cake factory, Pope.

Beefro👌🥩💜

[milolov3nutella]

Some primis DemRich

(I ship primis poly)

[mernoid]

by my wifes decree i am now 'the pretty orange lesbo big booby girlie' and no other title will be accepted.

[werebutch]

Bex literally has a better handle on a Pinterest board for me than I do . LOL

[ruinme-please]

✴.·´¯·.·★🎀𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓸, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 (𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓵)🎀★·.·¯´·.✴ <3

Hi luv <3 you know i just get all warm and smiley when i see you anywhere around here.

Mr. Fear - SIAMES

Look Better In Gold - Friday Pilots Club

Chokehold - Sleep Token

Continuum - Imminence

Death to the Holy - Zeal & Ardor

[djsadbean]

Are you ever gonna continue your The Return Of Miss Power AU? Btw your art and writing are amazing!! I can't believe there is another person who's in the Wordgirl Fandom :)))

Yessir!!!!! 💛💛💛

(/neg for this paragraph) I’ve been going thru a bunch of stuff behind the scenes that I try not to talk about bc I know my page is an escape from bad stuff for a lot of people. One fraction of it is that the ao3 curse is real and im glad I did all that research for chapter 5 xD but there’s a lot of other stuff too…

I’ll get back to it soon :D I have like 60% of the next chapter written! I’ll post when there’s an update ready.

Waahhhhhh thank u sm!!! 💛💛💛 that means a lot /gen /pos Hell yeah worg fandom!!!!! The kindest fandom ever!! 🥺💕💕

[itskinwell]

Happy father’s day, my dear Dempsey!!

Though you may not have seen your daughter in a very long time, you’re still a father through and through, and you deserve the love and recognition. Treat yourself to something nice if you can, mein liebe, you really do deserve it.

[bipolarism2047]

this new Square Dancing For Communism trend thats been growing the past couple years now

yall cute

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day.

***

The door slammed shut, making you jump and bump against the edge of the counter that you stood at before the sink, finishing up a few stray dishes that had been left from the night before. You turned to see Simon standing there in the doorway, stiff as a goddamn board with only his eyes clocking the room to find you and locking on to your form like a beast ready to pounce.

"Pants off...now," he demanded, his voice metered and firm as he removed the mask covering his features.

"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled as you crossed your arms over your chest, but he was not in a picking mood. "What's up?"

He took a calming breath; it wasn't your fault his mood had been soured today and he didn't need to upset the only person that could turn this all around. "It's been a fuckin' day, luv. Need something to take the edge off before I send someone to the goddamn morgue. So, again, pants off…please."

This wasn't the first time you'd encountered this specific Simon before; his short, gruff sentences were an obvious indication that he has had an absolutely rotten fucking day and was completely over it already. And because this wasn't your first time you knew what he wanted…

…what he needed to let all that stress go.

Slowly you undid the button of your pants, pulling down the zipper before slipping your hands inside the waistband and sliding your jeans down off your legs. Once you removed them from around your ankles you tossed them to the side and stood there in your panties and tank top, waiting for him to give you your next instruction. Like a flash he moved in and was now on top of you, enveloping you entirely with his hulking form as it fit against your curves until your backside was being indented by the edge of the countertop.

Hot, hungry lips scrambled to aggressively connect with your own, fighting for dominance as the back and forth of the dance continued with each passing second. He let himself go to become consumed by you, unable to find a pause to take a breath as he all but devoured you whole until there was nothing left in his mind but you.

Those large hands with their thick, rough digits pawed desperately at the warm, soft skin of your bare hips, grasping as much meat between them that they could hold. All those curves, all the smooth, voluptuous flesh ready to be caressed, it was enough to drive him insane; how fucking lucky he was to have it all at his disposal now to help cure his bad day?

God you were a fucking feast and he was starving.

The connection between your lips was broken sloppily and with haste, a sting of spittle connecting your lips sparkling in the light as he pulled away. Simon hurriedly grabbed the hem of your tank top and ripped it up and over your head, letting your breasts drop and jiggle with the reverb as they were set from their cage.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath with a sharp inhale through his teeth as he latched those lips back on to your own. "That's a sight that could do me in."

On the move he leaned his tall head lower as those raw lips began to explore further down along the curve of your neck, the line of your shoulder, and finally coming to those beautiful breasts which he immediately sucked into his mouth. The suction was intense as he used the very tip of his tongue to circle those perky rosebuds until he felt them stiffen against the roof of his mouth and your body twitch from the tingly feeling it gave off that shot up your spine.

Whatever you were doing before this felt like a distant memory as his attention grew your arousal so that your body responded in kind to him just the way he wanted. He switched sides on your chest, not wanting the first breasts twin on the other side to get left out. Simon only moved on after your hips began to grind against the bulge growing at the front of his pants.

His lips continued down the line of your body as he knelt to the ground before you, ready to put everything into worshiping that sweet pussy he loved so goddamn much. Over your sternum and stomach all the way down to your pelvis his lips caressed until they reached a roadblock covering those last few inches to his destination. That was quickly dealt with as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties to slide them down your thighs, letting his lips keep going all the way to the mound of your sex; only then did he pause.

"Spread," he demanded again as his hands tapped at your inner thighs, his message being short and sweet and to the point. "I'm fuckin' endin' this day on a high note. I'm not stopping' till I'm on the goddamn verge of death by suffocation, so don't ya even try to move, luv."

You widened your stance with the guidance of his hands until there was enough space to allow his face to fit between them. Hands back on your hips, holding them as handlebars so that he could incline his face against your cunt he dove in.

Your petals were so warm, so silky, and it felt good on his mouth as he kissed that other lovely set of lips a few times, sighing as he was finally able to relax in his favorite place.

"Here we go, baby," Simon breathed into you as he extended his tongue and drug it over the slit between your legs until he had split you open, rubbing the muscle through the small accumulation of your juices to coat his tongue.

Goddamn were you sweet tonight. "Mmmm mmmm," his deep, garbled hum vibrated deliciously on your clit as the taste of you filled Simon's mouth and tingled on his taste buds.

…And then he began to move the pad of his tongue…

Over and over his tongue engaged your core. "Fuck, Simon," his name fell from your lips as his tongue began to make you writhe against his face.

"Again," he said in that gruff growl as he pulled from your for only a second.

You knew exactly what he meant for you to do. "Simon," his name was beautifully moaned from you once more as he focused all his efforts on that small bead of nerve endings at the top innermost part of your cunt.

The sound of your soft, breathy voice calling out to him made the previously enraged Lieutenant fucking crack at the seams and any trace of that rage-inducing day was suddenly completely gone; replaced by a fire to make good on his promise to desperately lap at you for as long as it took until his skin was infused with your scent and he was fully satisfied.

He moved up even tighter against your core, locking on so that even as you bucked there was no chance he would fall off until he was good and fucking ready to let you go. Shit he was pushing you to the limit of what you could take, your body aching wildly as his strike hit precise and deliberate every time until you were right at the cusp of your pleasure. God, his pace was relentless.

Overwhelmed with the intense gathering of warmth in your belly, your toes began to curl together over top of the floor as you scrambled to keep your breathing steady through the growing euphoria. How were you supposed to force yourself to intake air when all your functioning had been redirected straight to that pleasure sensor in your brain?

That thought had little time to gain traction as that feeling of impending pleasure had reached its peak.

Suddenly you were spilling violently, crying out as you tried to move him from you, but Simon was in this till the end. He kept at it until you had ridden it out to completion and finally settled, your heavy panting becoming softer and more drawn out.

You thought that that was it; the finale had been reached and all was good right? You could not have been more wrong. A wet flash of a smirk crossed his lips as he stood back up before you.

Without even a verbal warning his hands were suddenly digging into your sides as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom where he sat you on the surface of the bed. Reaching with one of his hands over his shoulders he gripped the fabric of his shirt in his grasp and pulled until it came off over the top of his head, throwing the useless article to the floor before stalking towards the bed.

"On ya knees baby," he grunted as he hurriedly laid down on his back beside you further up towards the head of the bed. "Over my face. Now."

Simon pulled at your arm until you moved, his need to be smothered between your thighs causing him to rush. Grabbing on to the headboard for leverage you knelt over his head.

Your petals glistened with the sticky cum and saliva mixture he had just created as he ate his first course, but there was still plenty to get lost in and he was more than ready to dive back into it.

Greedy hands rubbed up and down the smooth skin of your thighs. "Sit," he commanded and you bent your legs until you were just above his nose, but that wasn't good enough; he didn't need you being gentle, he needed you to give him what he wanted - to let him drown in you.

"No hoverin', I said sit," he hissed as he quickly moved his hands to your hips and wrenched them down so that you had no choice but to lower yourself until your pussy was completely flush against his face like a chair.

His breath hitched not just from the instant lack of available oxygen, but because the feeling of being completely enveloped by your pussy was akin to being high; he was on cloud fucking nine just suffocating against you.

The headboard thumped against the wall from your arms shaking as full contact was made again along your core after just having come. The tears stung your eyes, your over-stimulated clit so sensitive it almost hurt. His grip on your hips didn't let up, keeping the pressure tight so that there was no chance of escape, even though you wriggled in search to ease up a little.

There was still some fight left in you; that simply wouldn't fucking do as it meant he hadn't finished the job and he was anything but thorough. Simon needed you completely spent and too exhausted to even move a goddamn inch.

"I-I can't…I can't," you pleaded with him as you squirmed over top of his stark features like anything you said would persuade him to give up.

You could hear his voice in your head, you knew what he'd say if he could talk at that moment. "Oh yes you can sweetheart. You're gonna fuckin' take it all for me."

I mean look at that big boy, he could eat and that meant all types of meals, you included most of all.

As if a nonverbal response to your mewling, his tongue picked up in speed, stroking wildly against your clit with reckless abandonment. Your fingernails were digging into the wood of the headboard, thighs vibrating against Simon's ears as each movement of that deadly appendage brought you closer and closer to your second harsh release.

"Bastard," you whined.

He gave your hips a hard squeeze. Call me what you like baby, he thought, you're still gonna fuckin' come as many times as I want.

So warm, so wet, so soft, gasping for air... He was in heaven.

Unconsciously your hips began rocking along with the thrusts of his tongue, riding him just as he worked and that familiar feeling in your stomach returned. Seconds passed…or was it minutes? Hours? Time seemed to pass differently when he was eating you out.

All of a sudden you stopped rocking, pressing your pussy as hard as you could against his face, and with a few more hard strokes you cried out as you came violently, slamming into the headboard as your thighs clamped down around Simon's ears.

"S-s-shit…" you whimpered as you ground out the last drop of your ecstasy until Simon tapped your thigh to be set free.

Legs shaking, chest heaving, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed bright red, you fell down on the bed beside him, unable to move a muscle save for your head. Turning your face towards him you were met with a very happy and content man gazing back at you with those fiery auburn eyes, face absolutely drenched from eyebrows to chin in a thin layer of your cum.

He reached out to you, his palm cupping over the entirety of your cheek. "You did so fuckin' good for me sweetheart," he praised, thumb rubbing over the supple skin there. "So fuckin' good that I think ya deserve a break…but I don't think I'm finished quite yet."

"Oh?" you questioned back through heavy breaths, eyes wide. More?

He chuckled in that deep vibrato as he rolled over to kiss your forehead. "Well… ya see… it was a really fuckin' bad day."

You hadn't planned on dying today, but if Simon got his way he would be setting up your funeral later tonight, but there were worse ways to go…right?

[pornstarsxclothed]