#anyways as I'm picking it up... i realize...

[yourstrulyrani]

in the UK the snooker is on rn and all i can think about is snooker player!simon losing a game and fucking reader silly.

is there any chance u could write this?

snookerplayer!simon riley x wag!reader cw: MDNI. pinv, mentions of breeding, (sough rex?) a/n: heyy yes 100%. i'm american so i had to do my research about this sport before writing because this is the first time i've ever heard of the sport. i guess over here our equivalent for snooker is pool. anyway here you goo ♡.

You watched his games on TV every time they were on, it was the least you could do for him.

Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, watching Simon's body walk around the table for the perfect angle. He's potted every single ball in their correct sequences so far, he can do it. You know he can win.

Until he didn't. His opponent managed to win first and Simon was screwed.

And so were you when he walked inside the house. You glided your eyes to Simon and saw the way his biceps tensed up as soon as he walked in. He adjusted the tie on his neck at the door and muttered an annoyed, "Bloody stupid thing" before he yanked it off. You could feel the difference in the air the way your hands started to sweat and it became hard to swallow. He peeled off his waistcoat and all you could manage to do was peer from the couch at his mannerisms. His hair looked more disheveled compared to when he left the house hours ago and you could tell it was from running his hands repeatedly through it anxiously.

He finally takes a glance at you and strides on over. You could see the anger in his eyes from losing but also the hunger. He knows you watched his game, so there was no need to announce the verdict.

Before you could utter anything, he places his head under your armpit and his arms around your waist to shovel you up over his shoulder. He didn't waste the advantage of how you were picked up to slap a rough hand on your butt with a cheeky chuckle following the sound of the smack. "Missed you bad, lovie." He said breathlessly. "Lost that stupid game and now all I want is you."

It didn't take long for him to hike up the stairs and enter the bedroom. Simon continued his rough treatment, moving his hands to your waist to throw you on the bed. You gasped as your back and elbows bounced onto the mattress.

You spread your legs subconsciously, Simon noticed the gesture, "That eager for me?" He frowns mockingly, "Poor baby."

He uses the space between your legs to settle in between, kneeling on the bed. He yanked you closer by your ankles and started to strip your blouse off. The pink lace bra beneath it made Simon's breath hitch. "Beautiful girl." He takes the lace that settled over your bust between his pointer finger and thumb, knowing that he's teasing you.

"Simon, please." You whispered.

"Hm?" He climbs his eyes up from your breasts to your eyes. "Please what?"

You both knew he was teasing you on purpose. He was right in between your legs but not in the way you wanted. You whispered a response, "I want you."

"Want me where, pretty girl?" He knew the answer to his own question, but he wanted to hear it out of your mouth so bad.

"Inside of me. Please."

Your second plea makes Simon lose all control. In a moment, his shirt, trousers, and your leggings were off. Once he peeled off the last piece of your clothes, all you were clad in, Simon realized, was a pink lace matching set.

"You drive me crazy, love." He lowers his head to settle in between your already wet folds. "Did you do this on purpose?" He hooks a finger under the lacy material of your panties.

You shook your head in negation. "I like it when my bra and underwear match." You've been whispering for the time being, your vocal chords inept right now to talk in a regular tone. "It just makes me feel more put together."

He looked up at you, "You put yourself together today." He uses his forearm to spring up to you, whispering his next words inside of your ear, "Now that's why I'm here to break you tonight, sweetheart."

You thought you were already wet enough, but you thought wrong as soon as he said that.

He pulled your panties to the side and slid his boxers off, his cock springing up at the action. You could only manage to stare at his length, watching him position it right between your legs. He rammed himself inside, his hips slamming into yours. You gripped the sheets to find some comfort at the impact. "Oh, baby." He groaned in frustrated lust. One hand kept gripping your panties to the side, while the other crept up to cup one of your breasts, his thumbs crossing side to side over your nipple.

Simon continued thrusting rough and fast and your moans escaped every single time he would do so. You became a mumbling mess under him, so much to the point you could barely comprehend his words.

"Tease, you are. Bloody." Thrust. "Beautiful." Thrust. "Tease." Thrust.

Simon moaned at the pleasure. That snooker game doesn't matter anymore to him, not anymore because he's inside of you. You can hear his words through his gritted teeth. "Gripping me so well. I'll knock you up, sweet girl." You babbled something incoherently. "Do you want that?" His hand lets go of your breast, glides over the curve of your torso, and settles itself to rub your clit. "Do you want me to cum inside?"

You nodded and once again babbled. Your body kept moving up and down on the bed because of how hard he kept thrusting. Your breasts never stayed in place because this whole time, Simon has been rough. Not one moment did he spare to give it to you slow and soft. Your hand moved to grip the wrist of his hand that was circling around your clit. His other hand moved to smack yours off. Not hard, but authoritative enough to make you move your hand and accept the pleasure he's giving you.

Simon sighed at the view of you. Your hair was all over the bed, your eyes glistened with need, and your body glistened with your sweat. His gorgeous woman was crumbling right in front of him and it boosted his ego knowing it was all thanks to him.

You finally manage to let out a few words, "I'm gonna—," You swallow, "Si'." You shut your eyes at the thrusts and pleasure coursing inside of your core. You could hear the wet plaps and the tension building, all you needed to do was...

"Let go." Simon ordered. "Give it to me, sweetheart."

And so you did. You finally let go and gave into the pleasure that Simon was giving to you, reaching your high of pleasure. Your back arched at the final thrust. Simon came at the sight before him, keeping his cock stuffed inside of you and collapsing on top of you. The both of you laid there, panting and content at the end of it all. Simon plants a soft kiss on your neck, and glides a hand up and down the side of your torso to comfort you. "I love you, sweet girl."

You giggled at the sudden softness of his voice and gestures compared to the roughness of what he just did to you before. "Only after you probably got me pregnant?"

He chortles at your reply and lets his other hand rake through your hair to fix up the messy bits of it, "If I did then I can't wait to see you in nine months."

(i'm sorry i'm not good at writing smut please let me know if this is bad so i don't write it again LOL thanks yall)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[doberbutts]

No,you're not derailing at all! This is very much in the same vein as my complaint last night.

Thankfully I already have a few things I bought online because I was aware of this exact problem- even when there are brown and black options, because I'm mixed race there are very few choices for my actual skin tone. Most of the brown and black options are honestly comically large and the darkest possible tone they can do.

Which speaks to the fetishization of blackness, really, to have 5 or 6 different white skin tones in various sizes ranging from 3in to 9in, but only the darkest possible black/brown tone in sizes that don't go under 6-7 inches. If you want something a bit more average in size, you get white or neon bright colors and that's it. Because black people I suppose only have gigantic dicks and also only come in one color.

(Even what I do have is not quite correct for my skin tone- but the makers that do create something that actually matches my skin are more than double the cost of what's currently in my house, and I really can't afford a 300 USD penis shipped from Singapore right now)

But it really hit home, giving the store a cursory glance over to determine if I wanted to pick anything else up before the big day. I knew that brown skin dick would be sparse. I didn't realize there would be NOTHING.

Anyway I did get my harness as well as a little device to give me some stimulation while I'm topping since my original device for that was killed by a dog, and have resolved to simply shopping online like I used to before.

I'm just tired of whiteness being the default, while naked and blatant antiblackness pervades every aspect of society.

So I'm starting this thing with this guy and I went to an *ahem* adult goods store because my previous harness is a modified pair of briefs that was tight when I was about 20lbs lighter and most assuredly I do not fit anymore and he's coming over in 2 weeks so I don't quite trust shipping atm

But also within that store was genuinely nothing that could even be close to my skin tone. They had "realistic" white skintones, bright purple and pink, and a few solid black or solid grey. Nothing in browner skin tones.

And it just reminded me of how much antiblackness is baked into society. That the only realistic penis is apparently one that belongs gs to a white man, and that black bodies are so undesirable while white bodies are considered the default.

[spyrkle4]

Okay

That was a WILD trial. 10/10. Amazing. I loved how it was written. What a great finale trial for Tetro Pink

Serious spoilers under the cut!!!

-Monomoko clutching it let's gooo!! I also love that Hiroaki also picked up the hint because of how she worded the voting and he was like "WAIT WE MESSED UP"

-Not gonna lie I was convinced with that Tamba fake-out. I could see it happening, (sorry Tamba), but oh man that was a GENIUS idea. I loved it so much

-Genuinely blindsided by Ken but oh MAN. Oh Ken...

Also Ima say it now I don't blame Ken for being the culprit.

He was put into a death game. He feels guilty for Isono's death since she asked him for protection. and Kamimura's death GOT TO HIM. Like, if you were in a death game and your only friend got brutally disembowled by a larping supervillain who said that he died for nothing? You would NOT take that well

I'm still shocked that it was HIM of all people who killed Hayashi. But considering how he just, didn't care at that point... I just can't bring myself to resent him for it, or anyone if it was someone else who was the culprit because of everything they had gone through because of the killing game

-Also that Yonekura jumpscare. I wonder if the reason she interrupted Ken dropping names was because those were the name of the Tetro Blue participants, and she didn't want to risk the survivors putting pieces together if they realized those people went missing

-Wada closing argument was a nice surprise

Anyways this was an awesome finale Im so happy I got to see it live, oh man that was a rollercoaster and a half, so nervous about how the Blue trials are gonna go but I'm pretty excited

[lynxgirlpaws]

[shepscapades]

to the anon that sent me an ask a couple of hours ago about mumbo: what a wonderful question ily. taps my forehead and points at you. very cool. very good Eye

[bloggingboutburgers]

Tbh I feel like going to the US while the Nazis are in power is suicidal. So of course I don't understand your choice of going instead of your SO coming to Europe. But while I don't understand, I wish and pray for you to be safe. Whatever you choose, I hope you guys will be okay

You might be right. I have no idea what the future has in store or if I'll come to regret it. But I've already stated my reasons. As it stands, with the year-long process we've already started and that we can't just flip on a dime overnight, my partner can't come and stay in Europe legally just like that. Legal immigration is not that easy in one way or the other. Also... Yeah, I've stated that before, but one shouldn't underestimate how shitty things have been getting in Europe for the past few years as well, and how the influence of the US (which is huge) is likely to make things worse. So again I'm not 100% sure whether that'd have been better anyway.

Also also... Ima be real, I've shared that before, but the time where I was separated from my partner due to the travel ban was the only time in my life where I had actual suicidal ideation. I don't want this to happen again. That's why I'm making moves so it doesn't, first and foremost.

[egginfroggin]

*Nervously tosses this at you* had a reverse portal au brain bnuuy. Fic should be up tomorrow or Wednesday, hopefully.

Here's some snippets.

“You know him?” “He teaches high school biology, yeah.” Wendy shrugs. “Keeps to himself, though; lives alone, never talks about family, really didn’t appreciate that one time a bunch of teens tried ding-dong-ditch at his place. Half the kids are convinced he’s some kind of mad scientist.” Dipper mumbles something an awful lot like, “Yeah, I can see that,” and Mabel frankly has to agree. Grunkle Ford does not give off the most sane impression all the time. Awful lot of muttering and scribbling and not sleeping. Maybe that’s what he’s hiding – a secret lab in some secret basement, or something! Mabel hums and flops her sleeves to her face, shooting a grin at Dipper.

“I just need ta’ explain something to her!” Gideon protests, eyelashes fluttering a mile a minute. Dipper could punch him. Almost does, actually, but Mabel gripping his arm and Grunkle Ford shifting slightly in front of him holds him back. “Honest! What happened was an accidenHEY!” And now Ford plucks Gideon up by the back of his little powder-blue jacket and drops him over the porch railing to the ground. “Off my property,” he snaps. “Now. And don’t let me catch you skulking around here again. I will throw you.” There’s an awful lot of lil’ rage coming from the nuisance child, at least three accusations of being “old” and “decrepit” and “an unspeakable miser who drops children” and Ford doesn’t bother to deign any of it with a response. The door shuts on the squeaky complaints, which then filter in through the windows, and the three of them collectively grimace when the volume increases to account for the door. “How long has he been a problem for?” Grunkle Ford asks the twins, and they shrug. “About a week,” Mabel says, the same moment Dipper says, “Two weeks.” They swear they hear him mutter, “perhaps I should set some traps,” under his breath, but he shakes his head. “Tell me if he bothers you again. If anyone bothers you, for that matter.”

Mabel is the one who finds a door that sticks, softly glowing as if hiding a flickering light, tattered and dinged and belonging to the shack. She grabs the knob and turns it, expecting either some kitchen disaster – they’ve happened before – or maybe something with her and Dipper, or maybe that disastrous first day with Waddles – and finds Blood. Normally, seeing that this isn't Ford's office in the house, she’d duck back out, but blood is a new one. She hears shallow breaths, sees the stairs up to the attic shrouded in gloom and cobwebs, and a crumpled heap of limbs at the bottom. A hand twitches, nails worn down to the quick and oozing streaks of red, and she counts – one, two, three, four, five, six fingers in the shadows before she wrenches herself back from the memory and slams the door shut. It echoes. Loudly. “Mabel?” Dipper asks behind her, and she shakes her head. “Not this one,” she quips, pale. “Nope.”

[vulpinesaint]

kind of unfortunate that so many fantasy epics are also war novels because i will be honest i just do not like war novels that much... the grand clashing of forces is compelling obviously but it requires characters to talk about so much practical battle strategy and while i can get my brain to comprehend all these fantasy maps and kingdoms and borders and battalions and front lines and army movements it takes up. so much space in the book. feels like i'm fighting a war of my own trying to get through it sometimes

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Attire mission: Purchase premium attire to get an extended romantic story!

Me: *on Liam's route* Romantic my ass! This is a tragedy

[bleaksqueak]

While i work I've been listening to an LP of the Telltale Walking Dead Games (the ones with clementine, I do not care about the others lmao). Ages ago when I played these I was well aware/amused that part of season 2 takes place in Parker's Crossroads/Parker's Run because I grew up right next to it and the detail stood out to me. But I never caught the line of "We'll head to parker's run. It's just up the road from here" until just right now. So I had a sort of "wait, where the fuck are they supposed to be right now?" (search)

ARE YOU SHITTING ME LMAO So by process of elimination, since it's the only city with anything even remotely resembling a large home supply store, that would mean they're in my literal hometown. My tiny hometown in the middle of nowhere that's never in anything that barely anyone knows of. How in the fuck lmao

[marshmellowtea]

been entertaining the idea of transfem noah again AND i've been thinking about the chris mclean says trans rights tweet and i think it'd be really funny if noah started subtly transitioning while she was working for chris hoping that he'll be too self absorbed to notice but ofc he does notice and he keeps waiting for her to bring it up but she keeps Not Mentioning It. and at some point chris starts complaining to chef about her not telling him and chef's like "well you did yell at her for five minutes yesterday over your coffee being lukewarm she probably doesn't think she can trust you" and chris is like "but that doesn't mean i would be tranSPHOBIC TOWARD HER THAT'S DIFFERENT"

[born-to-lose]

Lowkey I should text that old bassist from last April who I know is still into me (at least as of December) and ask about that festival he mentioned last time where his band is playing in late May but like only if he drives me there

[margindoodles2407]

so here's the deal guys. in the past week i reread my way through prisoner of azkaban, goblet of fire, order of the phoenix, and half-blood prince. i am currently halfway through deathly hallows. and as i was eleven the last time i seriously read harry potter. i forgot that it allows me to unlock secret shrimp emotions that humans aren't normally capable of feeling

[tzufcallsmeshomps]

Why did it take my landlords' young kid pulling a prank on me to realize I do in fact have unprocessed ptsd

[quibbs126]

if ur taking the fankid requests maybs kiwi x rockstar. hooked up on the fact rockstar calls kiwi his soulmate and there’s no elaboration haha

I'm back at it again with posting my old fankids that have just been sitting in my drafts, this is Honeydew Cookie

So as I recall, Honeydew here is really moody and just generally a bit of a jerk. She's rebellious and doesn't like establishment

...Okay I'm gonna be honest, most of what I remember about her is that she's based on greasers, not much else. I'm just trying to come up with something to say. I'm not sure if she's genuinely mean or if it's just an act she puts on to seem cool. I'd say she's around 20. She also wasn't always this way, she just grew into this over time

Sorry for the short character part, I just genuinely don't remember anything about her personality other than greaser and vibes. Let's just move on

So Honeydew is a light green fruit, so that's my justification for the name, since Kiwi is a green fruit and Rockstar has white hair. I remember I chose Honeydew specifically because I was planning on her being a greaser/rockabilly and I thought Honeydew was a name that was contradictory to that vibe, sort of like a subversion

Honeydew:

So yeah, I basically just based her design off pictures of greasers I found on the internet, specifically the guy's fashion, and also specifically I tried to find pictures from the time, aka like the 50s. I think I picked it because it was considered rebellious and such (I don't know what words specifically, but you know what a greaser is), and that fit in with what rock sort of is, or at least was. And I think greaser/rockabilly (I don't know specifically what the difference between them is, are they the same thing) might have had some connection with rock at the time? I'm not sure

Or it might have also been because I have a vague memory of someone making a greaser Holly from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, and that stuck with me

I feel like I originally had some trouble with designing her hair and making sure you could see it, but it eventually worked out

She also originally had Kiwi's normal eye color, but for a reason I can't remember, I darkened it. Maybe so she didn't just have Kiwi colors? But regardless, I like how her eyes look currently

Yeah I feel like I don't have much to say, but that's not to say I dislike her, I quite like her look a vibe. I just don't know what to say about it

But anyways, I hope you enjoy her

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.