#plus a tagging system!

[ghostlycod]

thinking about ghost or price (but especially ghost) with plus-size!reader is so 🤤

MDNI ; NSFW

cw: use of the word “fat” (I refuse to view it as a bad word and so does ghost), mentions of being bullied and mentions of mothers being judgmental (weren’t all of our first bullies our own mothers?), piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl, folks. I mean I don’t but I have a breeding kink and don’t mind getting knocked up, so), mutual orgasm, dirty talk, use of the phrase “good girl,” creampie

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fat

he knows how much you hate that word. it’s the word that’s been thrown at you all your life. playground bullies, ex-boyfriends, hell even your own mother would berate you with it. and you tried your best to tough it out, you know? to not let things get to you, to keep your head high and stay confident. but it’s chipped away at you, he can see it. the way you try to hide yourself, make yourself smaller, thinking if you just don’t talk too loud or don’t move around too much it will make it so you take up less space. clothes that hide the delicious curves he’s been thinking about everyday since he met you.

and that fat is all of what he loves. sliding his length in and out of you slow but hard, watching as the shockwaves of his blunt force ripple across your thick thighs as he sinks home. he’s so greedy with his gaze, drinking in every inch of your perfectly plump body.

“been keeping this from me? trying to hide?” he groans from deep in his chest as he bottoms out inside you, sliding home with a loud, wet squelch from your pussy, making you bite down on your bottom lip and keen.

“askin’ me to turn the lights off.” he huffs a laugh as his hips pick up the pace and you feel him right there, with the perfect tempo and pressure. “nah, nah, nah. you’re gonna let me see ev’ry part of ya, lovey.”

and every part is exactly what he gets. he flips you into every position you never thought anyone would ever take you in. with your legs spread lewdly over his shoulders, tits bouncing with each of his thrusts, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your hips, then ghosting their way over your soft stomach to grip at your jiggling thighs, pussy taking a pounding that can only leave you making those little ah ah ah sounds, squeezing his cock involuntarily because you’re—

“close. soooo close” you moan, trying to bury your face into the blankets bunched up around your head.

“I know, I know,” he coos. takes one hand off your thighs that he’s been holding steady and cups your cheek with it, turning you to face him. “cum for me.” it’s not a request. you hitch your breath, fighting the pleasure for reasons you can’t explain.

“cum for me, lovey” he says again, softer this time, as he stares deeply into your eyes.

and the look in his eyes is undeniable. you do exactly as your told, pleasure surmounting to the most intense peak of your life as it tumbles through your body like an avalanche, stealing your breath and burying your cries beneath the weight of its pleasure.

“that’s it. thas it. thassit.” his words slur together as he loses himself in you. “such a good girl. hmnph,” he cuts himself off with a groan, hips slamming into your gushing pussy wildly. “good girl. squeezingmesogoodgirl.”

he grips you by the hips and clutches you to him as he buries his cock inside of you with one final push, trembling as he folds over you, and you feel the sudden gush as his spend shoots into your cervix. he holds your bodies together like that, not a single inch leaving you as he slowly rocks your two bodies together while his cock pumps his spend inside of you until he’s empty.

you’re both breathless and shaking in the bed, bodies bound together. he focuses his eyes on your face at last, brushing the hair from your face with a surprising tenderness for someone with such rough hands.

“y’alrigh’?” he asks.

you can only nod your head vigorously, making him chuckle. he kisses your temple.

“good. good girl,” he mumbles into your hair, giving your thick thighs a little jiggle with his hand. you almost shy away from him, but one glimpse at his face tells you not to run away. this is exactly what he’s here for, exactly what he likes. and he’ll be damned if you hide from him any longer. so, you don’t. you settle into his hold politely, pressing your body deeper into his, and you don’t shrink away as his hands start to roam your flesh, massaging your fat just as he likes.

“that’s my girl,” he practically purrs at you.

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[factual-flittermouse]

DC confirms that the bat cave is just part of a really huge cave system, and that’s just how Batman gets around without people seeing him. Some people question how nobody else has discovered the batcave if this is true, but it /is/ Gotham - there’s a man eating pseudo crocodile and a zombie in the sewers. Would you risk it?

[saltyowlets]

Alt text:

Vivienne is not pro-templar as many would think. She is just using the resources she has in hand in order to work with a system that would rather throw her and the rest of the mages into an inescapable pit. Vivienne's insistence of using the templars is indicative of her awareness of the dangers of magic but she has made it clear that as much as magic serves man, templars serves mages as protectors. She does not trust templars as much as the average mage but knows that there is no easy solution to the weak Veil and the lack of protection the mage rebellion has brought upon other Circle mages. Vivienne does not hate or look down upon other mages as her efforts are clearly to support the mages if she is made Divine. Additionally, her quest was initially supposed to be about collecting phylacteries in order to keep mages safe from templars and mage hunters. She cares about mages enough to chain the templars and if you have a good relationship with her, allow the College to exist.

[solariex]

someone save me from the idiots ive been stuck with for 5+ years...

[b-plus]

wvery time i see ur name the b autofills into burger in my brain. burger-plus

no but its true this is what i look like actually

[system-architect]

i desperately wish gw2 had more food-centric lore. i think about asura food more than is probably particularly reasonable. they're sort of implied to like molecular gastronomy in the lvl500 chef quests which is fitting and makes sense, but surely not every asura is eating bespoke Pea Spheres day in and day out right? i think my favorite angle on them is a sort of 50s-80s american-esque food style where there's a huge emphasis on things being Convenient and Scientific, so you'd get a lot of absolute slop tv dinners and canned items that have labels boasting how they were nutritionally fortified and contained your day's complete vitamin intakes and so on. a lot of jellied things. i do also fully believe they would have + eat soylent.

[the-io-collective]

not pro endos interacting with a research post on CDDs 💀💀 throw the whole post out. we do not want data from u. - ♠️

[dead-inside-demiboy]

Okay, in kinda a reference to my last post on the topic, I am curious about the experience of other aces, since I dont know many sex positive ace-specs irl.

[louferrignojrofficial]

i make 20 random posts about lou and his pictures/posts a day and maybe 1 or 2 of them get a decent amount of notes. but it’s fine. i know you’re seeing them and sick of them, but i have many thoughts that will be forgotten if i don’t post them to tumblr.com/louferrignojrofficial

[veifei]

WIP wednesdaying again!!! this time xia fei is going through it <3 also pls ignore that it's technically thurs ok time got away from me

as always, excerpt also under the cut!

Proper goodbyes were too sentimental, he once thought: to linger was to give what they had too much focus and too much weight, so earnest he might trip up over the formalities, the see you later, or tomorrow, the I'll be going now, you rest well, I'll make sure to rest, I'll message when I'm home. The good night — good bye. I'll miss you, I love you, I'll see you soon. He mouths the words in his not-sleep, holding fistfuls of his linen sheets, trying not to tremble as his vision blurs, rendering the darkened silhouettes into misshapen creatures of the night, tears wetting his pillow case and trailing down his cheeks and salting his lips. He would give up just about anything to be sentimental now, so that must be part of why he turns the key in the lock of the door and slips in, as the sun sets and it's like he's tumbled into a picture from the past. Nothing much has changed -- Xia Fei's invaded Vein's place plenty of times and then been left to his own devices -- the silence is the same. But knowing it's not, not truthfully, is a carving in his heart, slow, steady and painful.

He hadn't actually taken the key, that day. Stubborn in his conviction that such a thing crossed a line of unprofessionalism he couldn't stomach for the moment, he placed them down on one of the low, glass coffee tables. But, it remained there, winking at Xia Fei when the light hit it, almost like a challenge. Finally, he gave in and swiped them after Vein had gone away on a business trip for three weeks, which had meant Xia Fei couldn't be let in to watch movies on his flatscreen TV, couldn't use Vein's bath and body wash, enveloped in his clean scent hidden under the smoky overtone, on his soft L-shaped sofa in his silk robe, indulging in these little luxuries. That was the only reason he swiped the keys, of course. Not because he missed Vein, wanted to crawl into his bed even if he wasn't in it -- wanted to be there, laid out for him in his clothes, his scent, his possession, for when Vein got back. A welcome home.

[tricksterlatte]

Lifeweaver: Well, Satya, how do I look?

Symmetra, trying to use gay slang she knows he would appreciate: This outfit makes you look like a cunt.

[crimeronan]

wow it's been A While since i experienced Acute Sick Privilege, ie: the rare privilege where you're the kind of chronically ill that doctors Actually Do Take Very Seriously. anyway i just walked into my doctor's office & within 15 minutes i had prescriptions for antibiotics, multiple inhalers, and a heavier course of prednisone than i've ever been on in my Life.

[arsonisticartichokes]

Just realized I enjoy two flavors of ship, and that's either beautifully domestic or sharing an IRRATIONAL amount of emotional baggage loool

[captainspaulding]

cutter's various clown alias changes over the years before he settled on captain spaulding

mr ding dong a bobo (1936-1941) -> pig fucker jones (1942 - 1946) -> ringo the rodeo clown (1948 -> 1956)

[wormtime123]

if i started fantasy high/dimension 20 posting on this account too would anyone kill me

[arrayoflightarchives]

System: *puts 2 separate reminders a day on sp notifs to make sure that we talk to people and don't self isolate*

Me: *ignoring both of them*