#HE LICKED THEIR CHEEK ;___;

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[m3lty2807]

I made a quick gif today, enjoy

Unfortunately I cant post it in better res.

[truetogaia]

[saintshigaraki]

yan werewolf toji and the way he just. licks up your sweat. or really just licks you in general. licks a stripe up your neck, your naval, your face. it leaves you feeling gross afterward, covered in his spit. but he seems to find a great deal of enjoyment from it so you have little choice but to let him do as he pleases, licking at every piece of exposed spin he can get his tongue on while you squirm beneath him

[green-tea-lemonade]

:33 < haha get smewched loser

[diseaseriddencube]

looked at his zoophobia page and like, I low key wanna see fanart of this

[gojoest]

hgshsjsjsi gojo with dacryphilia and he says the “you crying?” line????? ughhh i need him so bad anyways happy bday to my pretty blue eyed princess

sjhaksd sTOP! !! ! o|<

[tired-biscuit]

You know.... It makes me wonder how Akamaru would react to walking in on his best buddy Kiba fucking the life outta his girlfriend. Or when the two notice Kibas best buddy walked into the room lol.

oh god, it would be so awkward because it’s bad enough when pets stumble into the room whenever you’re doing the nasty, but having akamaru, who literally perceives the world on the same level as any other human does, would literally be sheer and utter embarrassment.

like, i can just imagine kiba turning his head to the side all of a sudden and going, “for fuck’s sake, man, can’t you see i’m busy…? out!” the moment he sees him sitting at the now fully opened doorway, watching your entangled limbs and sweaty faces with an angled head.

you’ve got your legs on your boyfriend’s shoulders, one of his hands is right beside your head, the other is wrapped around your throat. his fingers tremble against your skin as you let out a pained little noise and start to shrink into yourself, trying to hide your body and face, but when kiba throws a pillow his way to get him to move, akamaru just stays completely still and scoffs in response.

and that causes them to bicker.

“i told you, you can’t be here for stuff like this!”

another scoff.

“hey. don’t gimme that attitude.”

a soft thump of a paw.

“we’ll go for a walk after i’m done, not when you feel like it!”

“oh, you’re done, all right,” is all you have to add to this conversation at some point. the mood is definitely ruined despite that the dog finally turns and leaves with its snout raised high into the air in an almost poshy manner and leaves the door wide open just to provoke its owner even further.

and after all that’s done and over with and you creep out of the bedroom semi-dressed and still feeling embarrassed as hell; cue to akamaru giving you both the side eye every chance he gets for the next week or so.

[little-shiny-sharpies]

New frames of them got me beating the executive dysfunction slightly!!

[cwcthzl]

suggestive // richie def how stan looks/smells/tastes when stan is dirty/sweaty

[scattered-winter]

its insane to me how mom friend davey is a thing when jack is. quite literally. standing right there.

[justaz]

shiro taught keith how to do eyeliner

[merrilark]

The impossible to deny urge to hug my sleeping cat very gently and kiss between his li’l ears and on the bridge of his li’l nose until he purrs because he loves me or whines because I’m interrupting his naptime.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Soooo, about moving Foul legacy's maskkkk

Here ya go

I hope you like it :)

(Love ur writing btw ^^)

HHOHOHOOHOOOOHOOO I MEAN IF THAT WAS UNDER HIS MASK I WOULDN'T MIND EITHER

in fact i'd gently smooch all his pretty teeth and pat his head <333 watch him close his eyes and lean closer while rumbling <33 thank you for sending this :D

[milflewis]

Bodyguard AU. With. Uh. Lick.

“Hands up, man,” Lewis grins, stripped down to his slacks, tattoos stark in the bright gym lighting.

Mick sets his jaw, one fist coming back to his face, the other slightly in front of him. He hits the pads with a one-two smack as Lewis calls it, moving them around in a circle, footsteps light and on the balls of his feet like Lewis showed him earlier.

Lewis’s eyes shine, curls pulled back in a bun, and Mick swallows back the want that hits him right in the chest. He has to be up in a few hours, welcoming the Leclerc Princes and other dignitaries, Lewis standing over his shoulder, the only tattoos showing are the ones that curl under his ears and across his hands, but for now, he can press in close, trying to sweep Lewis’s legs from under him, enjoying the warmth coming off of Lewis’s skin and his laugh.

send me a pairing and an au prompt and i’ll write a three sentence (ish) fic about it

[djungelskogbear]

Izzy I luuuuuuuvvvvvv uuuuuuuu