#they turn my brain into MUSH

[zareleonis]

Overture Teaser: The Final Feast video description: “Enjoy a magical performance for which none shall applaud…”

Furina Story Quest Animula Choragi Chapter Act I event page: “On what should have been the road home for the triumphant hero, there are neither bouquets of flowers tossed nor the echo of applause, only the murmuring of the Fountain of Lucine.”

Neuvillette About Furina voice-line: “The work that she has done over the centuries is truly immense. If she were to ever make a return to the stage, I should personally attend the performance and give her my heartfelt applause... Yes, I must do so when the opportunity arises.”

[river-blue]

They make me sick

[morebird]

still obsessed with him 😳

[machveil]

i’ve been thinking about this can you write reader giving simon riley a hand job and over stimulating him and continuing after he cums?

yes, anon, yes I can🤍✨ a treat for this Friday afternoon, remember to have some water and enjoy going into the weekend

Sweet Man

between deployments, training, and trying to have a normal life, Simon Riley forgets that he deserves to relax - he deserves to feel good CW: handjob (male receiving), overstimulation, praise, general sweetness aimed at Simon - this is fluff hidden behind a nsfw label

Ghost is a busy man, a Lieutenant with Task Force 141. he’s been through hell - nightmare deployments, close calls, surviving gunfire. he can be called away for weeks to months, barely any communication. keeping in contact with him is near impossible when he’s off waging war with enemy soldiers

Ghost isn’t any better on base, combat training and hitting the gym leaving him sore and achy. but, only flesh and blood, Ghost doesn’t quit - he’d be a dead man if he didn’t train. a well oiled machine, a means to an end, Ghost is a fighter and his body reflects that. marred skin, scattered with scars and old wounds

Simon Riley is just a man. off duty, a normal civilian - as normal as he can try to be. Simon tries to leave Ghost behind at base, unnecessary for his home life - dredging through his job is hard enough, he tries leaving that behind for his Manchester apartment. but sometimes it gnaws at his heart, the urge to do something. it’s hard for him to relax, something always keeping on the edge of working. changing a lightbulb, fixing an appliance, going out for groceries, as much as Simon tries to wind down there’s always something to do

enter you, his darling partner. it tugs at your heartstrings to see Simon so wound up - his body doesn’t know rest. he’s been serving since sixteen, and now as an adult he’s always wandering around fixing one thing or another. sure, he can sit down for a game, crack open a beer during a poker night, but letting his guard down? it’s rare

so you do the only thing you can do when he’s wound up and restless - lure him to the bedroom with soft smiles and sweet words. as terrifying and fearsome as Ghost is, Simon Riley all but melts for you. he’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to

it always takes him a moment to accept that, yeah, he doesn’t have to be on edge. soft pecks to his cheeks, hands smoothing down his arms, a quick hug and a charming smile. that’s really all it takes for him to settle into bed with you, presumably for a cuddle session or to watch that series you like

he’s not complaining when you paw at his hips though, shoulders slumping when you softly ask if you can touch him - that always tugs at his heartstrings, simple as it is. who’s he to say no to you when all you want to do is help him? he’d begrudgingly admit that, to himself, and only himself, he’s tired. carrying weight on his shoulders from his job, staying alive, keeping his loved ones alive

he lets you pull his belt off, undo his pants, lifts his hips slightly so you can tug them and his underwear down. pillows against his lower back, leaning in your direction, he’s asking you for a kiss. as much as he’s at your beck and call, following your whims, you’re just as smitten with him as he is with you - and who are you to deny your Simon a kiss? lips gently pressing to his, a little chapped and rough, but a sweet kiss nonetheless

his hand cupping your cheek, the other resting on the sheets - gripping them a little when your hand falls to his erection. all he can manage is a deep, low groan, muffled against you as you simply hold him for the moment, thumb brushing against a vein. slow, compared to his fast paced, kill-or-be-killed world, he appreciates the slow, steady affection. he appreciates when you lean into his touch, pull away from his lips to press a kiss to his palm. he appreciates it when you gently squeeze him, soft hand against him as you drag your palm up

he’d be satisfied like this, happy to settle for your hand against his cock - eyes fluttering shut when you press another kiss to his lips. a barely audible sigh leaving him as his thighs relax, his shoulders slope. “Being so good for me, Simon.”, your murmured words, sweet voice reaching him

and, oh, your Simon, he’s vocal when he’s soft like this, just for you. the whine you pull from him when you speak is gold, “Such a good man, Si.”. a good man, he used to scoff when you told him that. now? it draws needy breathes from him as he bucks up against your palm, seeking friction against you, “Jus’ f’you, lovie”

slow, the way he wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you closer for another kiss - groaning when you run your thumb over his tip. he can’t help but hold you close, pulling back and pressing his forehead to yours. those brown, nearly black eyes of his half lidded as he stares at you. a delicious, deep rumble in his chest when you pump him

he’d do anything for you - so when you pull your hand off him, a whine resonating in his throat, he listens to you. he finds comfort in you giving him an order to follow, familiar, but softer compared to his job. when you bring your hand up, palm open, and tell him to lick? he turns his brain off and he listens

he does more than you ask of him, he always will, his hand leaving your cheek to cup your hand. he kisses your finger tips, lips parted as his tongue darts out a little - his eyes finally closing as he opens his mouth. soft moans pulled from him as he sucks two of your fingers, your index and middle resting on his tongue as he hums around them softly. he’s nearly drooling when you press down a little, the gentle pressure making him throb

he pulls off of them, a thin strand of drool connecting his lips to your fingers before he kisses your palm. slow, sloppy open mouth kisses before his tongue is dragging down your palm. he’s already out of it, mind hazy when you pull your hand away - his head dipping down, forehead to the crook of your neck

sinful - the only word you could use to describe the breathy moan that leaves him, your hand wrapped around him again. your other hand gently carding through his hair has Simon feeling bliss. he’s big, a looming figure that terrifies soldiers and civilians alike, but in the comfort of his bed? he’s nothing more than your whiny, putty Simon. brain turned off, mouth nipping and sucking at your neck as he dumbly ruts against your hand

he’s returning the favor from earlier, pawing at your hips, kneading them with his rough, calloused hands. when you flick your wrist, slow, controlled, Simon’s dumbly babbling against your throat. “S’good— you feel so good, love.”, gravely voice cracking when you shush him, gently scratching his scalp as you coo, “Relax for me, being such a good boy, Simon.”

whiny, he’d scoff at someone for calling him that, a grown man like him doesn’t whine. but, behind closed doors when he’s holding you for dear life? pleas to come undone spill from his lips, rough voice contrasting the needy sounds he’s making, “Need you— please, lovie—“. hands groping the meat of your thighs as he bucks against you

you’ve stilled your hand at this point, he’s doing all the work. frantic, short thrusts against your hand. his legs kick out as he presses himself against you, nearly cuddling you if it wasn’t for his twitchy movements. your slick hand - now wet from his own spit and pre - has him shaking, feet planted against the sheets as he bends his knees

it’s all he can do, poor thing, frantically fucking up into your grasp - gasping as he shudders. so close, and when you finally move your hand in time with him, meeting his thrusts, he goes slack jawed. tip leaky as it grazes your thumb pad, his leg jerks involuntarily. letting out a deep, guttural moan, he’s fucking himself stupid with just your hand. eyebrows knit as he wraps his arms around your waist, a death grip as he speeds up

still. heavy, panting breathes as he coats your hand and his stomach - mouth latched on to your neck, dumbly sucking as he steadies his breath. jerking. he’s still coming down from his high when you start pumping him again, his hips bucking away. “Too much—“, voice strained as he gasps, eyes rolling back when you spit into your palm, “Please—“

he’s too stupid to know what he’s begging for - a break? your touch? faster. he doesn’t even know he’s said that, garbled noises leaving his throat before he’s biting the base of your neck. half hard, completely yours to play with as he goes boneless. glossy eyes look up at yours, moaning when you softly smile at him, closing when you speak

“Relax, Simon. I’ll make you feel good, baby, just relax.”. Simon, always ready for a fight, loses when you pick up the pace - brain leaking out his ears as you peck his lips

[starsonmarsy]

tentacles probing and prodding at my ear, sliding in and fucking my brains out. the slick wetness seeping into me, acting like an aphrodisiac. yeah

[sleyu]

just anything remus

i love remus so so much :( lately, what’s been on my mind is mean bf!remus. and honestly, i don’t think it’s too far off from canon remus if we really think about it :0 he’s so so mean n grumpy all the time and yet, he’s with you, someone that’s the complete opposite of him :( sunshine reader x grumpy remus is literally my weakness.

of course, sometimes he can be a little mean to you, but it’s all out of good love and teasing. mean bf!remus who slaps your ass as you’re in a rush to get ready for class and simply laughs meanly when you whine about it hurting, apologizing to you condescendingly, and asking if he can kiss the bruise he left better :(

mean bf!remus who corners you in a corridor when he misses you in class suddenly, asking you why you haven’t been paying enough attention to him, roughly kissing you and groping you all over, eating up the surprised gasps and mewls that leave your pretty mouth as he has his way with you :(

mean bf!remus who feels himself getting harder at the sight of your tears as he overstimulates you :( you’re begging him to stop but until you don’t say the safe word, he’s relentless. he’d groan, staring intently at your pouty, quivering lips and your teary eyes :( he loves making his baby cry out of pleasure but he’ll go to war if someone else makes you cry !

i don’t have enough time atm but i have sm more thoughts abt mean bf!remus that make my head all fuzzy aaa this and perv!remus <3

[jamandjazz]

Steve has at one point asked Pony what happens to his brain when he leaves school bc this CANNOT be the same brain that gets straight A’s after Pony did or said something stupid

[bisexual-froggie]

I know I just made a post about Sunday being a little "yandere" but ugh I'm thinking about soft moments with him...

When you're in public, he always has a hand on the small of your back, or you hold on to his arm. He always insists on this so you don't get lost, especially in large crowds.

The cute nicknames you have for each other. His for you being beloved, dearest, and darling. You call him "your angel".

Preening his wings. He's hesitant at first because they are very sensitive. But once he allows it he relaxes into your touch, softly humming. Once you're done, you give him a quick kiss to the top of his head.

Doing your nightly routines together before bed. When there are days either of you are exhausted, the other will help them. There have been several nights where Sunday will help your exhausted body out of your clothes and into comfortable pajamas. As well there have been several nights where you gently wash Sunday's hair and massage his tense muscles in the bath.

Sleepless nights where he reads to you while you lay your head on his chest. Where you talk all night about whatever comes into your minds.

The way he almost always asks for permission before kissing you. And they way that he holds you in his arms like you're the whole world as he does so.

[stargirlrchive]

toxic!roommate simon would probably beat the fuck out a guy if he sees you flirting with another. would beat him to pulp that his face ain’t even going to be recognizable anymore. ending it with ‘stay. the fuck. away. from her’ and spit on his face. jesus I’m fucking deranged

no im actually so unwell, he’s such a lil shit but he’s intentions are good… sorta

but can u imagine, like ur so confused over whatever the hell is going on w u and simon bc he gives you so much affection and tenderness then leaves you desperate and yearning after anything happens.

but when you mention that you’re going out he gets all pissy, especially when he sees what you’re wearing.

he follows you, obviously. and you’re completely unaware. his sweet girl, always so oblivious.

and when he sees that slimy ass guy gripping at your waist and touching on you, he gets blinded with anger.

the anger and ache in his chest eases, only a bit, when he sees you gently pushing the man away. excusing yourself as you walk towards the bathroom.

and he sees the man you were dancing with you follow after you, the lazy smirk on his face instantly wiped away as simon yanks him back and slams him so hard into the nearest wall that his vision goes blurry.

growling in his ear to leave you the fuck alone.

and the satisfaction that licks at simon as he notices the fear in his eyes is unlike anything else. shoving him back one last time before he walks over to wait for you.

you practically stumble into his chest and your lips part when you realize it’s simon. your simon.

you’re about to ask him what he’s doing here but his lips hover over yours before his fingers grip at your hips, tugging you closer.

his lips brush against your ear before he nips at it softly, “time to get you home, sweet girl.”

[whchwitch]

It's black. And it beats for you.

[helyft]

The worst part about writing a long fic is waiting for my favourite scene to come so I can write it (noone tell me that I can just write it before- no I fucking can't, It messes with the order) Tf you mean I have to wait through the 20k words worth of world building I myself thought about? What do you mean it won't just magically appear out of things air???

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

When the doctor asked for Harriet Harbinger’s name, before Kate said her last name, I genuinely thought for a split second that Harriet Jones had regenerated

[jubshead]

“Oh attagirl. Good for you.”

KATHRYN HAHN I KNOW YOU ARE DOING THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE

[artbyfuji]

very dangerous rosebird sketch dump 🤩💥

[cherubchoirs]

the aesthetics of (impersonal) love

[tombstoneswerewaiting]

parallels in fob songs no. 63942