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[tom-whore-dleston]

Alright…I’m just gonna say 2 simple little things and I’ll let you and the rest of the Simu Liu’s fans have at it. Idk if u already mentioned these or not doh 😂

Porn Star ⭐️ Shang Chi

Or

Porn Star ⭐️ Simu Liu

so my juices are flowing up to interpretation and I got time...

it's funny you mention this bc I have been wanting to write pornstar!Shangqi forever but haven't got to it bc my other AUs invaded my headspace and I basically forgot about this idea lmao

I was thinking of Shangqi being a camboy turned pornstar and you would be the most popular pornstar of the time despite starting only a year ago. Shangqi definitely had a crush on you and def beat his meat to you almost every night kdhgdhg but he was always too shy to approach you until he had to do a scene with you. When he finally go the chance to fuck you, he fucked you like his life depended on it.

And here's the thing, you always faked your orgasms no matter who your costar was. It wasn't anything against them, it was just part of the act and no one took it personal. That all changed when you did your scene with Shangqi. He knew exactly when to be gentle with you and when to fuck your brains out. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure you didn't realize you called him 'daddy' on camera, which spurred him to fuck you until you were shaking and rolling your eyes.

After the scene, Shangqi kept asking if you were okay and apologizing if he went too hard. He was so sweet and adorable, you couldn't help but giggle and kiss him.

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. You were the first person to make me come on camera."

This made Shangqi beam with excitement. He got so giddy that he blurted out how he dreamt of doing a scene with you and thought about you every night. You laughed more, realizing how much you genuinely liked him. After more nervous babbling, Shangqi finally asked you out to dinner, which you accepted without hesitation.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Hiiiii 👋🏾 ummm I’ve been seeing a lot of ppl talk about ur private blog and I was wondering can I get the link to so I can read ur Dave York fic 🥹🫶🏾 and sorry to bother u 😅 and I love ur work btw 🖤👌🏾

You're not bothering me! I'll send you the link!

And thank you so much <3

[milfswriter]

pls 🙏🏻 I gotta know rheas opinion on a size kink

Size Kink Headcannons

Rhea Ripley x reader

Summary: size kink hcs. That’s it

GODDAMMIT WOULD YOU STOP WITH THOSE GIFS 😵‍💫😩 @rhea-ripley

Absolutely no one can tell me Rhea doesn’t have a size kink. It’s just not possible. Especially with how much muscle she’s been gaining lately. WOOF 🥵

I can’t help but imagine her being like 6’3 or 6’4 cause I’m 5’8 and I want her to look down on me.

She loved the way she towers over you, how her hand can cover your entire face. How you can’t reach the cupboards even when tip toeing while she barely has to lift an arm to open them.

The way she’d throw you around in bed like a ragdoll. Lord have mercy. And the fact that she could pin you down with one hand while the other’s fucking you into oblivion.

Oh and don’t get her started with you wearing her clothes. The way you’d drown in her hoodies and t-shirts never ceases to turn her on.

You’d never have to carry a single thing in your entire life. Why would you when you’ve got the biggest muscle mommy ever??

And let’s not mention how often you suddenly get picked up over her shoulder because you were taking too long chatting with Bayley or doing your makeup

Best. Cuddles. Ever. She’d wrap you up so good in her arms and you’re just drowning in there

Baths together 😵‍💫 the water so warm as you climb in and lean your back against her chest, her muscular arms rubbing yours up and down before going lower and lower

I could go on forever but I’d stop here for everyone’s sake ;)

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[killyspinacoladas]

tagged by the wonderful @kermit-the-hag

are you named after anyone? First name after a TV show character that my dad liked, middle name is the same as both my grandmothers, my mom, and my aunt.

when was the last time you cried? Sunday, watching the fifth episode of The Ones Who Live. Richonne gets me all in my feels.

do you have any kids? nope but would love to have some one day

do you play/have you played any sports? I played baseball as a kid and played basketball for a bit in junior high before I quit. Quit because the coach only ever played the same five players every time (despite constantly telling me I was one of the best defensive players on the team) and would punish us for those five girls fucking up during games.

do you use sarcasm? I don't know what that is.

what do you notice about people when you first meet them? Their eyes

what's your eye color? Hazel but they often look grey or green

scary movies or happy endings? I'm a sucker for a sappy movie, but I LOVE scary movies. That's my shit. I watch a scary/Halloween movie every day in October to countdown to Halloween.

any talents? I'm a decent singer and writer.

where were you born? Oklahoma, United States

what are your hobbies? Writing, watching TV or movies, reading, crocheting.

any pets? Two cats

how tall are you? 5'7" (170cm)

what are your favorite school subjects? English was a favorite of mine because I loved reading and writing. I liked history and science too.

what is your dream job? Unrealistic dream job is actress/singer. That was my dream as a kid and I still fantasize about it now, but I know that it will never become a reality. Realistic dream job is to work for the FBI.

no pressure tag: @neganwifey25-blog @becauseican2 @blissful-bunny

[mishasminion360]

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1. Pedro Pascal.

2. Acting/performing.

3. Music.

4. Needing out with hobbies.

5. My friends and family.

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[alwaysbethewest]

Triple Frontier fic: Keep My Visions to Myself

As before, half the credit for this needs to go to @fleetwoodmactshirt, who invented the whole concept of francisco morales falls in love with a ghost and since then has indulged me in talking about it for hours with her. Even though I keep trying to derail it into a Frankie/Benny AU (whoops). Also, sincere apologies, but the baby doesn’t make an appearance in this one.

Title: Keep My Visions to Myself Pairing: Francisco Morales/ghost!f!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1.4k Content/warnings: mildly dubious consent (but everybody’s having a good time), mild voyeurism, sex dreams, oral sex, vaginal sex, reader is a ghost. This fic is a direct follow-up to Apparition. Unbetaed, but thank you to @mourningbirds1 for reading through this and kindly reassuring me when I wasn’t sure if it was ready to post.

  It’s been a long time since you’ve had the opportunity to develop a good bad habit, but you fall into a new one the week that Francisco is sick. There’s something so pitiful about him, nursing himself alone as he is through his fever and a sore throat that turns into a rough, rasping cough. You watch while he tries to keep a routine for the baby and makes sure she’s kept clean and fed and entertained, albeit with more cartoons than he usually sits her in front of. You find yourself hovering around him, keeping an eye on him, just in case—

Just. You know what can happen to a person, in an old house all alone.

And just like that, drifting and hovering close behind him, you end up back in his bedroom for the first time since shortly after they’d moved in. And then you find yourself there again and again, night after night. Watching him settle into sleep, and the rise and fall of his chest. You idly contemplate going back to another room—lounging in the bottom half of the house, maybe, all yours in the quiet of nighttime—and instead, you continue to indulge in the pull of his space, silently meditating on the rhythm of his breath and the profile of his features against the pillow.

Still, you don’t intend for it to happen when it does. You don’t realize, at first, what it means when you feel the energy in the room start to shift one night. It’s nothing like the painful jolt of bloody violence from sharing a glimpse of his nightmare before. This is more gradual, something thickening in the air and starting to ease into your mind, tantalizing and heated. You lean forward, curious, and for a second it feels like you’re falling and then suddenly you feel the resistance of the mattress below you and the slip of the sheets against your skin, this shock of corporeal sensation so old and familiar and so long lost it is almost frightening to have it again. Everything beyond the edge of the bed is hazy and undetailed, not quite all there, but he’s right next to you, awake and dreaming and drawing you in.

He looks directly into your eyes and he sees you and gives you a languid smile and he rests his hand firmly on your hip and leans into you. The warmth of his hand through the thin layer of your nightgown and the gentle heat of his mouth kissing your neck is pleasant and calming and you shiver at the sudden chill that hits your skin when he pulls his mouth away. He shifts lower on the bed but he’s looking up at your face and he sounds amused when he asks, “You like that?”

He is a dream and you are his.

“Yes,” you tell him truthfully. You like the way he’s making you feel, with the heat of his body and the brush of his fingers against your wrist and over your side. You feel breathless at the way he is looking at you and seeing you and the way he smiles at the sound of your voice. He rests his head on your chest, nuzzling against you and seeking out your nipple with his mouth; he closes his lips around it, through the fabric, and teases his tongue over you, and you gasp and then can’t hold in a whimper when he gently bites down. He does it again, and again, almost absentmindedly, and his hand is already reaching for the hem of your gown, pulling it up to your waist.

“I wanna taste you,” he mumbles, and in a flash, he’s between your legs and pressing his face forward against you.

“Oh,” you gasp, and then, “Ohhh—” your voice breaks on it, helpless to him when his nose digs against you and his mouth closes around your clit, bright hot sensation flying through your nerves so you feel like you must be all lit up and glowing from this.

Tentatively, you reach your fingers to brush through his hair, finding it soft and feeling how he responds to your touch, angling his head to lean into your hand. He shifts his eyes up to look at you, watching your face, and his tongue goes slow and deliberate.

You feel caught under his gaze, overwhelmed with the knowledge that this is the first time he’s seeing you. Maybe will be the only time. You wonder if he’ll remember this dream after he wakes up.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He smiles and you slip your hand down to touch at the corner of his eye, running your thumb lightly over the lines crinkling there. He turns his head and catches your hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, and then he surges up over your body and settles over you, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You taste—

You taste. For the first time in a long time.

You taste what he tasted of you on his tongue, the traces of you on his mouth, a hint of the toothpaste you watched him brush his teeth with earlier this evening. He tastes of life.

His cock is hard and he teases it over you, grinding his hips against you. You feel hot and aching with arousal, and it is so much, his body and his mouth against yours and the brush of his facial hair on your skin, the feel of his breath landing warm on your jaw when he breaks the kiss for a moment to bite lightly at your chin.

And then because this is his dream and it is exactly as he wants it, suddenly he’s inside of you, already thrusting deep, making you keen and arch up against him. He fucks you steadily and you feel the unfamiliar-familiar ache of it, the stretch of your cunt and the muscles in your hips, legs spread to accommodate his body nestled close to yours. This sex is heat and pleasure and panting breath, and the deep groan in his chest harmonizing with your higher pitch when he surprises you by picking up his pace. He is murmuring words to you, simple and unthinking and broken off, talking in his sleep—yes, yes, like that, feels… good—and he kisses you again, cupping his hand behind your head to hold you close.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this that it’s almost like it’s the first time again, and the peak is exhilarating, breathtaking as you approach it, that swooping pressure in your gut and building all through your body as he continues on. At the next thrust, you crest and clench and cry out, and his heavy eyes fly open wide, his movements turning a little desperate chasing his own orgasm after yours. You can feel his muscles going tight, his hips driving him deeper, and you can see the tension on his face as he comes—

Abruptly, you find yourself back in your usual perch by the bed, watching him gasp awake. He moans quietly and grinds his hand against his cock, drawing out the waning pulses of orgasm. You can feel a shadow of it coming off of him, little waves of pleasure echoing out and through to you. Your body feels languid, like you might not be able to move for a while, and he looks it, too. He lies there catching his breath for a minute and finally shifts his hips to work his boxers off, using them to clean himself off before tossing them onto the floor by the bed.

“Shit,” he whispers. He rests one hand on his belly, still rising and falling with his heavy breaths, and slings the other arm over his eyes. Eventually he huffs an amused-sounding breath and turns onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow with one last satisfied sigh, and he drifts back off to sleep.

You sigh quietly too, and trace your eyes over the shadowed breadth of his naked shoulders, and examine this new memory of touch you have gained, all fresh and unfaded in your mind, still nearly tingling on your skin. And you wonder, again, if he’ll remember it too.

  (tagging the folks who liked the first ghost fic in case they want to read this one too: @rav3n-pascal22, @winter-fox-queen, @helloannbananalove, @stylelovechild, @echopsyche, @need-a-fugue, @medinaquirin, @princess-dragon-rider, @nekodemon73, @a-disaster-bisexual, @better-luck-buttercup, @heythere-mel, @ennuiandthebourgeoisie, @starryeyedstories, @penajavier, @oceanablue, @chrisbostonevans, @pedropascallion, @justanotherblonde23, @we-can-be-himbos, @danniburgh, @juno-eclipsee, @amneris21, @freeshavocadoooo, @310ra, @sheresh0y, @knittingqueen13, @heatherbel, @seawhisperer, @viirgotrash, @beesting77, @thirstworldproblemss, @slater-baby, @kesskirata, @themusingofagothicsoul, @phoenixhalliwell, @neganwifey25-blog, @forthesakeofwandering, @reluctantlyresponsibleadult, @pedropascalito, @strangelittlenobody, @maryscarlett2u, @notsosimpleblr, @novicepearl, @mudhorn-djarin19, @marya-komar, @songsformonkeys, @littleferal, @its-mochi-boba-tea-blr, @greengrassandcyansea, @keeper0fthestars, @jitterbugs927, @red-mando, @missstef23, @smutreaderonlyforpedro, @bonnieonhisside, @fictitious-little-stitious, @pettyprocrastination, @hermionesnicket)

[pintsizemama]

Confessions

Day 29

Welcome to the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge! Big thank you to Steph @toomanystoriessolittletime for putting this together!!!

Summary: Ezra must come clean about his feelings…or risk losing you forever.

Pairings: Ezra x Reader, Ezra x You

Fandom: Prospect

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 334

Warnings: angst, love confession…Let me know if I missed anything!

Day 28 Day 30 Christmas Masterlist Ezra Masterlist Main Masterlist AO3 Join my taglist

“I’m going,” you said firmly, your bag slung over your shoulder. Ezra grabbed your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Wait,” he said desperately, “birdie, please, do not go.”

“I have to, Ez,” you said sadly. “There’s no future for me here.

“Yes, there is,” he insisted.

“How?” You almost screamed in frustration. “I cannot continue to live like this…desperately wanting what I’ll never have.”

“And what is that?” He asked quietly.

“Your heart,” you sobbed. “You don’t love me…you’re not capable of loving me. You were very clear…but I foolishly thought I could change that, or, I don’t know..maybe learn to live with it. I thought I could love you enough for the both of us, but it just hurts too damn much.” Tears tracked down your beautiful, round cheeks. Ezra tenderly wiped them away.

“Is this what has had you cloaked in a state of melancholy?” Ezra asked quietly. You nodded. “Oh, little bird…you have no need to despair. I should have declared my sentiments much sooner, but I was apprehensive about allowing myself to be susceptible to heartache.” You heart filled with hope—glorious, dangerous hope.

“You are the most illustrious, luminous, ethereal being I have ever know, birdie,” he said softly. His large hands cupped your face. “You are the resplendence in my tenebrous world. I did not believe myself capable—or deserving—of your adoration…but I am no longer ruled by my irrational dread.” He took a deep breath and looked into your teary eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered. “With all my heart, with every fragment of my calamitous, lamentable soul. You have ingrained yourself deep within me…I cannot let you go, birdie. My soul will wither without you.”

“Really?”you whispered in awe.

“Really,” he assured you. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ez,” you cried happily. He kissed you deeply and you dropped your bag on the floor. You had no need for it anymore.

You were home.

Day 30

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[tom-whore-dleston]

Okay hear me out…honey baby and Simu has there anniversary and Honeybaby wears this custom lingerie that says Simu name on the back and front of the thong/lacy (or whatever type of panties) panties and it’s a red set too but once Simu sees her in it he just fucking loose it and just rearrange her guts. All because of the possessive feeling the lingerie set is making him👀🥴 (am I thinking about this at 10 am? Yes I am lol)

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

I need a frickin drink after all these horny thots djagdkg

"Get on your hands and knees, baby," Simu commanded. "I wanna take a nice, long look at my gift." You complied, ass waving in the air towards him. You heard him smirk behind you, his fingertips tracing over his name etched in gold on your custom made panties. Suddenly, a firm hand swatted both ass cheeks, leaving behind a delicious sting that stirred a hunger inside you.

"You know, I really like these panties on you baby." The sound of his pants falling to the floor echoed the room. "But unfortunately, I'm gonna have to take them off so I can fuck that pretty pussy of yours." His slender fingers entered your sopping hole as he strokes his cock to hardness. You cried out for a few minutes, begging him to fuck you. He finally caved and thrusted into you, railing you into the mattress.

[colossus-simp]

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people.

tagged by: @mandalorewhore sorry for the late response, but here it is.

1. Australia by The Shins

2. Quiero Ver by Café Tacvba

3. Stalker´s Tango by Autoheart

4. Love is a Bourgeois Construct by The Pet Shop Boys

5. You´re Dead by Norma Tanega

6. Drawing Board by George Ezra

7. Problems by Mother Mother

8. Permafrost by Magazine

9. Voicemail by Poppy

10. Dead Man´s Party by Oingo Boingo

I don´t have a lot of friends so I´ll tag @aurea-corde @mando-browneyes @neganwifey25-blog @holobandit

[milfswriter]

Can I request Daddy Dom Rhea/Submissive Fem!Reader where Reader comes home from a big match that she lost and Rhea comforts her please?

Loss

Rhea Ripley x Reader Summary: You lose your title match against Charlotte, Rhea’s there for you.

Notes and warnings: r’s kinda miserable, comfort, slight daddy kink, not my best writing tbh, mentions of smut, kinda short

(that squishy little face of hers is making wanna pinch her cheeks!!)

You slammed the door of the hotel room shut, throwing your duffel bag across the room. You were livid, to say the least. You knew Charlotte was a bit of a nepo baby, but tonight was too much. The fact that Creative made her retain the title against you at Money in the Bank was too much to handle.

As you turned to face the bed, you saw Rhea giving you a look of understanding as she sat at the edge of the bed. Typically, you'd be punished for throwing a tantrum but Rhea faced the same thing against the same person years ago.

Charlotte didn't need the title, she's a 14-time women's champion and you thought it was enough for her. Rhea did, too. Until Creative told you 20 minutes before your match that you were losing.

Rhea got up, walked over to you and cupped your face "It's okay.." she said, pushing your damp hair from the shower out of your face. You scoffed, shaking you head as you wiped your tears, pulling away from her.

"You know it's not" you whispered yelled, "they fucked me over! why did they have to change everything 20 minutes before?!" you ranted until rhea placed a finger on your lips.

"that's enough.." she husked out, "You did your best, and I'm so proud of you bunny" She kissed your forehead, pulling you into her as her bigger muscular body enveloped yours, inviting the tears back in all over again.

Everything you trained for was for nothing, the happiness you felt that morning as Rhea called you "my little champ" as she fucked the shit out of you even though you hadn't won the title yet was for nothing. You were just another underdog that-

"Stop running that little mind of yours," rhea said, cutting off your thoughts as her hand rubbed up and down your back, your nose against her shoulder as you trembled from the all crying.

“I can’t…Daddy” you whispered, “s’all too much. I gave everything to this company. Yet they keep treating me like shit” you were too tired of it all, and Charlotte's spear didn't help at all.

“Love. you didn’t actually lose…I’m sure they want to give you a better story than defeating Charlotte in a 2 week feud” she assured, but nothing was stopping the tears from flowing anytime soon.

Your lips trembled again and she sighed, sitting you on the bed and leaning down to face you properly. Rhea nuzzled her nose against yours and softly whispered “Please don’t cry, hun” She pouted, wiping your tears with her girthy (yes I said it) thumbs and kissing your frowning lips softly, "You'll get another shot..I'll make sure of it, baby"

You kept looking at the hotel room floor as your mind wandered again before Rhea appeared once more, this time with a glass of water and painkillers. “Your face is bruising, pretty” she explained. The rage you felt pretty much masked all the pain from Charlotte’s merciless punches, but just as you started to calm down, you started to feel the soreness and ache of your face and muscles.

You took the pill and gulped the glass of water halfway before laying back sideways on the bed, your legs dangling from the edge of it as your spread them. “so…you coming?” You teased and Rhea gave you that toothy grin.

“In more ways than one, bunny”

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[rav3n-pascal22]

love from mari! 💗💜

Aww thanks love 🥹☺️🖤🖤 @mishasminion360 @neganwifey25-blog

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This isn’t a question or request but I just thought u would like to see this☺️ cuz I sure as hell was happy to see this on my FYP Leto Joker Cosplay makes me happy 😆 💚💜🃏

Ahhhh, that J definitely drinks grape faygo 🤡😆