#twatface

[wombywoo]

Could you link me to the post about quinncent nicknames/ pet names, please? 🙏 Or tell me what Quinn calls Vincent on a daily basis, if that's easier for you 👉👈 thank you in advance 🌹

I'm sure I've written a bit about pet names before, but for the most part, Quinn will call him Vincent or Vince on a daily basis, 'mate' for casual use, babe/love for rare affectionate occasions, and various swears for when he's angry 🤭

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 18. Blankets and Snuggles | Sinclair/Reader

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“Are you sure you’re comfortable? You can tell me if you’re not. And if you don’t want to do this that’s fine too, I just want you to be —“

You shushed Sinclair with a giggle, your finger on his lips.

“Yes, I’m comfortable, Clair. I’m very comfortable with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

He smiled, his eyes lighting up and radiating warmth. “Then may I, um, kiss you again?”

“Yes, please.”

Sinclair’s lips met yours, and you hummed happily. You hadn’t been dating long but you’d known each other since primary school. With teen years came burgeoning sexuality, and you began to see your friend in a different light, but it wasn’t until six months ago, when you’d kissed at his 17th birthday party, that you admitted you liked him. Amazingly, he liked you back, and you’d been boyfriend and girlfriend ever since.

Although you made out a lot, you were both virgins, so neither of you rushed into sex. But there was something about tonight, snuggling under blankets together on the rug in front of the fire on a Saturday night while his parents weren’t home, that just felt right.

Sinclair let go of your lips, which were no doubt now dry and puffy, and as soon as he did so, you pushed his shoulders gently to roll him onto his back. When you were kissing in bed, he liked it when you were the one on top of him, and whenever you’d dreamt of tonight you’d always imagined being on top of him.

His eyes glanced down to your chest and you chuckled when he flushed red and looked back up at you.

“It’s okay, Clair, you can look. You can touch me if you’d like.”

Sinclair cautiously raised his hands to your waist, but you grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands to cup your breasts, and he gasped.

“You’re so beautiful, [Y/n],” he whispered. His hands squeezed slightly on your breasts, and when you let out a small whine, he quickly withdrew in fear that it was a noise of pain.

“No, come back,” you moaned, grabbing his hands to place them back on your breasts. “Squeeze them again, Clair, I liked it.”

“Oh, okay…”

He squeezed your breasts again, more confidently this time, and you felt a pleasurable tingle in your nipples every time he put pressure on them.

You leant back slightly to pull up his jumper, and you could see the tent growing between his legs, his desire for you clearly spelled out, as if his blown pupils and heavy breathing weren’t proof enough.

You were glad that Sinclair preferred comfortable jumpers over smart shirts, because it was easy for you to pull it and the t-shirt underneath from him, discarding it somewhere on the floor, quickly followed by your own jumper and t-shirt. Sinclair had seen you in very little before when you’d worn a bikini in the summer, but there was something that much more intimate about a bra, and he practically drooled when he saw your breasts neatly tucked into their lacy cups.

“So beautiful,” he whispered again, and leant up to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your torso eagerly. His finger traced your bra strap, as if he were daring himself to go further, so you reached behind your shoulder blades and unclasped it for him. Your lips parted as you pulled the bra from your shoulders and tossed it aside, and Sinclair looked as though he’d died and Heaven was you on top of him, your breasts dangling, and when you kissed again they pressed up against his bare chest.

Instinctively, you ground your hips against him, and you felt his bulge through his trousers rubbing against you. You both gasped in surprise at how good it felt, and so you repeated the action, dry humping him through your clothes and both of you letting out a cacophony of moans and whines as you lost yourselves to this new pleasure.

And you hadn’t even taken his trousers off yet.

“[Y/n], wait, wait,” Sinclair said urgently, and you immediately stopped your movements, looking at him questioningly. “Make one more move and I’ll… well, I won’t make it. I don’t want to finish before we’ve even begun.”

“Then we’d better begin, ‘cus I need to hear you moan,” you replied, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You tossed the blanket aside momentarily as you both scrambled to take the rest of your clothes off, and when Sinclair pulled a condom out from the pocket of the trousers he’d just removed, you giggled.

“Expecting something, were you?”

“Hoping,” he admitted bashfully.

Sinclair knelt back down on the ground, now wearing only his boxers, and fidgeted nervously with the condom wrapper. “[Y/n], are - are you sure you want to do this?”

You placed your hands on his wrist, stilling his anxious movements.

“Of course I’m sure, Clair. I want this. I want you. There’s no one else I’d rather be with. Are you sure? It’s your first time too, after all.”

“Yes!” Sinclair said quickly, nodding. “Yes, I’m sure. I… I love you, [Y/n]. I want to show you how much.”

You smiled. He’d said it before, but never so earnestly. You kissed him, gently, and he sunk back to the ground to lie on the soft rug. You tucked your fingers under his waistband and gently pulled his boxers down past his ankles to discard them with the rest of his clothes.

You were a little shy about seeing him completely naked for the first time. You’d never seen an erect penis before. But when you laid eyes on it, you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.

Sinclair tried to open the condom wrapper, but his anxious hands were shaking slightly, so you took it from him and opened it. After a bit of awkwardness and laughter as you both tried to figure out which way round it went, you slipped it on him and rolled it down.

“Wow, I, um… I don’t know if it’ll fit,” you admitted. You’d felt inside yourself with your fingers before, so you had an idea of how much space there was, and although you hadn’t seen a penis before you were pretty sure they weren’t always this big.

“A baby’s head is about thirty centimetres around, and I checked and my penis is about half of that, so you should be okay!” Sinclair said quickly in a single breath.

“You checked?”

“Yes, I… I was worried too about not fitting. My penis is quite big so I wanted to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’s quite big, is it?” you teased. You wrapped your hand around his cock, and you had to admit it was quite big, but you weren’t about to admit it. The idea of Sinclair wrapping a tape measure around his erect penis to make sure it was the right size was adorable.

“Yes, but I promise I’m not bragging. It’s just facts.”

You smiled. Coming from any other guy it would sound like bragging, but you knew your boyfriend too well. Of course he knew the exact dimensions of his penis. He probably had it written down in a notebook somewhere, his penis size erect and flaccid, and had asked his friends for their sizes so he could compare. Not for any macho reason, but because he genuinely wanted to make sure he wasn’t too big or too small for you.

“Well, we’ll soon find out, won’t we?” you purred. You held his cock upright, keeping it in place while you lowered your hips until you felt him pushing at your entrance. It definitely felt big, but you could feel your insides calling out to him, saying, fuck it, if he’s big we’ll accommodate.

“I love you, Sinclair,” you breathed as you lowered your hips slowly, then gasped as you felt him sliding in, stretching you out but holy fuck it felt good.

“I love you too, [Y/n],” Sinclair whined, his voice high pitched and absolutely beautiful to hear so lost in pleasure.

It felt like an age before you slid all the way down onto him, your insides burning deliciously as they stretched to fit him.

You suddenly felt very exposed, sitting impaled on him in the large living room, so you grabbed the discarded blanket and wrapped it around the two of you as you leant down to press your chest against his, your lips against his and - wow, the feeling of your clit against his public hair was sending a fresh wave of lust through your body.

You moved slowly, carefully, learning how best to sit, where to put your legs, how to move your hips to make sure you were both comfortable. You kissed him everywhere you could find, soft and loving kisses, all over his face and neck. Sinclair wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you flush against him, and for once he had nothing to say - if it weren’t for his whines and moans, you might not be sure he was enjoying himself at all.

There was a certain angle, you found, that if you rolled your hips just right your clit rubbed against his pubes, and it was like you were being stimulated from outside and in. Your moans of pleasure increased, and that seemed to give Sinclair a boost of confidence because he started thrusting his hips upwards to meet your own, doubling the speed at which he was moving inside you, until suddenly he stilled his hips and his grip on you tightened, a moan ripping from his throat and into your ear, the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

Every muscle in his body relaxed, his grip on you loosened, but you stayed in his arms, soaking in the afterglow of having finally made love.

“This was everything I hoped it would be,” you mumbled against his chest, and Sinclair smiled, holding you tighter.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. “I want to make you cum too. But you felt so good, I couldn’t stop it —“

“Let me guess, you read a book that told you everything you needed to know about making a girl orgasm?” you teased, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him.

“No! Well, yes. But I also read that it’s all about getting to know your partner’s body and how she responds. I want to try everything with you, [Y/n], find just the right way to make you feel good…”

“We can experiment later, but I really need to cum, Clair, I’m desperate —“

“Yes! Yes, I’ll do anything you want. Lie on your back.”

You reluctantly raised your hips and let his now flaccid penis fall out of you, and when you laid on your back as he asked, Sinclair positioned himself between your legs, looking you up and down reverently.

“Would you like me to use my fingers or my mouth?” It was clear from the look in his eyes that he was itching to touch you again, however you wanted.

“Oh - um - is there something you can do with your mouth?” you asked. You’d heard of blowjobs, loads of girls at school talked about giving them, but you’d never heard of the guy using his mouth.

“Yes, let me show you! I was hoping you’d say mouth, I really want to try it.”

Sinclair slid down between your knees until his head was level with your cunt, and you let out a surprised squeal when he licked you between your inner lips.

“Was that good scream or bad scream?”

“Good!” you gasped. “Definitely good. Can you… do it again?”

Sinclair grinned. “I definitely found my new favourite snack,” he said, and when he began exploring your cunt with his lips and tongue, you had to agree - you’d let Sinclair have snacks any time so long as the snack was you.

[ayeforscotland]

Compound swear words are the worst fucking things in existence.

“Cockwomble”

“Twatface”

“Shitgibbon”

Words uttered by the most odious people on the planet.

[artocelot]

Lmao Rishi Sunak’s being drowned out by music and getting rained on as he’s calling a general election, get fucked twatface

[wild-god-nick-cave]

HEY THERE TWATFACE!!! DID YOU HAVE FUN SHAGGING YOUR BOYFRIEND LAST NIGHT!!! YEUUUCCHH!!! ANYWAYS!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A SORT OF OK DAY!! KEEP THAT HORNY RUBBISH OF MY DASH!!! OK BYE!!!!!

@literally-moz

Fuck off you absolute wanker. I had a great shag with Blixa last night! Had her moaning my name into my cock. She looked so beautiful with her wild eyes, drooling out cum, hard as anything such a beautiful sight! Thanks for asking. No can do kiddo. I’ll bring all my horny shit onto your dash. Bye, you absolute shit head.

[mediumtires]

I don’t think you should feel ashamed!!! ☝🏻You made a great story and great characters out of real people and the beauty is that it’s all fiction!!! So what Horner did (blegh) doesn’t have anything to do with your work. As you kind of said a while ago with those dumb asks, you answer for your characters not the real people behind them. I understand why you wouldn’t want to keep writing them, but it doesn’t tarnish or whatever your abilities as a writer! ☺️

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

christian horner is the most enormous twatface walking the paddock. seven years christian is gaymarried and a bottom. they are not the same.

[buddiekinard]

Mmm ok so your last prompt fill made me think of something - maybe a fic about Roy and Jamie in Marbella? :)

back on my going through old messages bs

i've thought a lot about different scenarios in marbella (i've written a few too)! but here's a fun thought.

jamie goes to brazil for the nike shoot and keeley is going bc she's still his pr person and sometimes he IS a bit out of his element and needs more direction when he's doing shoots and stuff (ex. the beer thing in s1). jamie's leaving the next day and he and roy have been seeing each other officially for a couple of weeks.

roy isn't jealous that jamie is going to brazil with keeley okay because it's not like jamie's going *with* keeley. they're just going and they're both going to be there and it's a work situation. jamie's explained he doesn't actually want to date keeley and he's fine it's FINE.

and it is fine. he talks to jamie every night and nothing weird happens unless you count him missing the fucking twatface like a fucking limb something weird which maybe it is and then jamie gets home but instead of home he goes straight to roys and goes to sleep because it's very late.

the next morning they're at higgins for a fucking bbq and jamie is just chatting his ears off showing him pictures and stuff because they hadn't really had a chance to talk last night and roy is pretending he doesn't care. but jamie can tell he does because jamie knows how to read him like a fucking book and it's annoying. it's annoying that roy isn't annoyed more than anything.

anyway rebecca shows up and it's fine jamie spreads his wings and they both start talking to other people because they see each other all the time and like its FINE even though they literally feel like fucking magnets sometimes like when they're in the same place if they're not completely in the same place one of them might just drop fucking dead.

anyway that night they're back at roys and they're getting ready to bed and roy says, "i know you just got home but would you want to go away with me? we have a couple more weeks until training starts."

"oh. are we ready for that."

"you tell me, dickhead, when was the last time you saw your own bathroom."

"fuck off."

"it's fine if you don't want to." roy sounds mopey for sure.

"fuck off, i do want to. but i didn't ask you to go to brazil with me because i thought youd be like fuck spending time in another country with this prick."

"what makes you think i don't want to be trapped in another country with you?"

jamie shrugs and roy just grunts and pulls him in for a kiss. "we're going to marbella tomorrow. i'll go book the tickets right now."

and then they go to marbella and spend 2 weeks naked in the pool and on a little strip of private beach and all over the the villa roy manages to last minute book.

and idk they're in love and shit

[caps-clever-girl]

watching bridget christie in taskmaster..... so far she's called alex a twatface and mounted greg to the point of trapping him on his throne. this was definately the perfect casting choice for annie <3

[a-drop-of-nightshade]

L paused then looked at Izzy, “You… want to know why the old cunt is after me?” He asked before tilting his head in thought and then sighing, “Its… a long story, kind of?” He paused then shifted to get a bit more comfortable on the couch, “basically I appeared here when I was 14 and got taken into custody and just shipped off to a facility somewhere on some world. Basically it was a company your grandpa owned and they had Necro’s that they were experimenting on along with humans and other shit. After some… shitty tests and experiments my body didn’t react well and so they said I was too weak for the experiments so they thought I’d be better off as… feed.” He paused and rubbed the scar on his face.

“Uh, basically they tried to feed me and a bunch of others to a brute, but also to see how the brute handled multiple targets. Um… I�� tried to warn the people but… yeah that didn’t work so… well I killed it instead. Ran at it, went under its legs and got on its back to get to the weak spots.” He looked at her and smiled nervously, “They didn’t like that, but they also didn’t understand how I knew how to kill it.” He laughed and leaned back, “So they started putting me against other Necro’s, they started to force me to stay alive and try to spill what I knew. They put me through experiments as a form of torture to try and break me, I got drugged frequently, gassed too. So… yeah… I was forced to fight Necro’s for nearly 7 years after the brute, and I admitted I knew things, things they wanted… about the codex... So uh… during the time I was supposed to be transported closer to twatface for a full breakdown so he could get the information in my head I Uh, I faked being knocked out from the gas and then broke out and ran. Been running for 3 nearly 4 years now with the whole of the church of Unitology on my ass as well as Cuntson, so yeah. Fun.” He shrugged.

@izzyfromdeadspace

[lolotheparagon]

🔥 CinemaSins (and by extension, CinemaWins)

They, along with Doug Twatface Walker, are the reason why YouTube media critique is so shit

[heyidkyay]

✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Heya twatface thankssss for the askkkk, liked this one a lot <33

[galar-flying-taxi]

..... That was. The most awkward conversation of my life. And I've had to sit and listen to Chairman Twatface saying that power spot detectors detect power spots

..... At least that's some closure, though. Glad we have a clearer reason why we broke up now

[daddyslittletreat2]

Oh long time no bullying. Thanks for the follow fucker

Oh hello twatface!!!! I’d practically forgotten about you…it was blissful 😂

[fatedefyd]

   imagine being present for the taoist adaptation of pif

   she hosts a party, presumably in charge of the catering for the whole thing so no one has to feel obligated to bring something, and then SOMEONE brings their own wine bc they didn’t like what she had to offer

   where she then proceeds to get SO angry and SO pissed that she did a pirouette dive out of heaven and said I’ve Had It With You Twatfaces

[king-beard]

Twatface

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[grass-pokemon-appreciator]

thoughhhhhh they could've told you in the future IF AND I MEAN IF you guys got together

Well then no spoilers twatface