#pussy cowards

[ribbedpleasure]

I love Robots (2005), and I especially love its 2005 DVD release including extra features such as a 360 spin of each character’s 3D model. anyway

[gaymothperson]

If my wife beat me in a sparring match and was straddling me with a blade to my throat while trying to make out with me I would simply just fuck her. Skill issue.

[shima-draws]

USOPP ABSOLUTELY POPPING TF OFF???? Hitting a target THAT far away with SUPREME precision AND unlocking Haki?? I’M SITTING HERE LIKE

[gatorlovebot]

nsfw. mdni. just a snippet from my daily daydreams. ghoap x reader where simon and johnny are both mechanics. this is mostly just simon x reader though. heed the content warnings before reading.

cw: light piss play.

“finally got the heat in the truck fixed.” simon announced in lieu of a greeting as he stuck his head in your bedroom. he had been downstairs working on his truck in the shop since after dinner, leaving you upstairs alone. you felt bad not going with him to keep him company, but the shop gets too cold at night and simon ignores your pleas to turn he heat up for you.

you had curled yourself up in bed in a little nest to pass the time, waiting for them to come back to you for the night. you knew it wouldn’t have taken him long to fix the radiator in the truck, but you expected johnny home later into the night, out at the bar with his biker buddies.

“good job,” you praised from your spot on the bed, reaching down to pause your show on your laptop.

“wanna go for a ride?” johnny is much more social than either of you, so the two of you started taking late night drives in simon’s old truck on the nights johnny was out. it started with you sitting up against the passenger window, watching the fall colors under the glow from street lights. over time you made your way over to simon though, sitting in the middle seat of the bench, pressing yourself into his side, one of his big arms wrapped around you to keep you warm in the winter chill. you hadn’t been able to go for a drive in a few days with the heat being out, but you slide out from your little nest, feeling a buzz of energy at the prospect of quiet, alone time with simon.

you bundle yourself up in your boots and your jacket before making your way downstairs to the shop where simon is waiting for you in the truck. delicious heat envelopes you as soon as you open the door. a comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you make yourself comfortable against his side.

he pulls out of the garage and starts making familiar loops around the neighborhood. you take in the colorful chirstmas lights of the homes against the frost of the windows before simon starts turning onto back roads, leading you out of the city and onto tree lined dirt roads. he drives down and then pulls off into a clearing before turning to you for approval.

you take a quick glance around, not noticing any other cars or homes back in the tree line. “yeah, this is good.” you declare and then he’s opening up the driver’s side door and pulling you out with him. your boots crunch against the snowy ground as he opens the door to the back of the truck cab, guiding you in.

your knees have barely hit the cushions of the back seat before he’s on you. he’s like an animal, pawing at your jacket until he shucks it off of you and throws it to the floor and then he’s pulling your pants down to your bent knees, plastering himself to your back. he sucks bruises along your spine before roughly grabbing one cheek in each hand, pulling you a part, glistening cunt on display.

“si, it’s cold.” you whine, he’s still standing outside of the truck, door wide open allowing the freezing air to lick at your exposed skin. he huffs and grumbles, pushing your forward until your cheek rests against the back window when you hear the door slam shut and all you can feel is his big body around you. it’s in moments like these where you can’t help but shut your brain off as he pushes his cock into your aching cunt.

he’s like an animal, nails biting against your skin, thrusts pounding, groping just a little too hard at your plushness. but when he scrambles one of his big paws for hands against your clit you can't help but cry out at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. the friction of his calloused fingertips is perfect and the pressure makes you keen as you cream and pulse against his cock, milking his seed against your walls.

he settles against the seats, huffing out big breaths, as he pulls you against him. his touch is softer as he strokes his hands against your trembling body as you both come down from your highs.

eventually you untangle yourselves from each other, you put your coat back and your pants back from where they got twisted around your knees. you exit the cab through the back passenger door, simon going through the back driver’s side door. before you reach for the passenger door to get back in the front you come to an annoying realization. you let out a frustrated sigh.

“what?” simon questions, hand on the driver’s side door handle.

you think for a moment, knowing that you guys were miles in the woods and it would probably be another 20 minutes until you were back in the city. “i gotta pee,” you huff, “do you have a napkin or something in the truck?”

and when you turn to look at him all you get back is silence, he’s just looking at you over the other side of the hood of the truck. instead of asking again you just kneel down, pulling your pants back down around your knees. you grumble to yourself about how he can be such a weirdo sometimes before gathering the crotch of your pants in your hand so as to not get them wet. the cold air nips at your exposed thighs as you finally relax and try not to get your boots wet with your stream.

once finished you awkwardly try to shake your hips to dry yourself off. you straighten yourself back out, “simon-” before you can ask again about a napkin, he’s on you again. strong arm holding you against the truck door before squatting in front of you.

he surges forward, mouth on your dripping pussy before you can get another word out, his tongue dips between your folds, lapping up the mixture of your juices, his cum, and your piss. he sucks at your throbbing clit hard before pulling away entirely. he stands back up to his full height, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve. “all better.” he declares, gathering your pants back up and pulling them over your hips.

you feel dazed as he opens the door and herds you into the truck, getting you situated in the middle seat and even going as far as pulling the seatbelt across your lap and buckling you in. he shuts the door and you’re in awe as you watch him walk over to the driver’s side. most people would find it gross, what he had just done, but you were amazed by the intimacy of it all.

johnny would be so jealous of the both of you.

[trannydykes]

also after careful deliberation ive come to the conclusion i was right the first time and transandrophobia isnt real. because even if the male part of your identity is being attacked, androphobia cannot be a thing. you're experiencing transphobia.

and if you want to get a focus on transandrophobia to the point where it's taken seriously, take transmisogyny seriously. because everyone ive seen claim to experience transandrophobia is a transmisogynist.

[widevibratobitch]

happy fuck that old man friday. you know im right.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

words pale to express how much I hate macron at this point

[what-the-fuck-khr]

hot take most writers on AO3 who write reader inserts with Tengen omit the wives bc they’re actually too scared and/or prejudiced against polyamory and they don’t want to admit it or come to terms with it. most fics that omit his wives talk a big game about consent and how they don’t like the idea of him “cheating” or introducing a new wife (cowards, my god just admit you’re too lazy to write a scene where you get introduced lmfao) or all this other bullshit and it’s all to thinly veil their feelings about polyamory as a whole. but I see through it. I see through that veil and I know how y’all truly feel and what y’all truly think. you can lie to yourself in your little authors note and tags as much as you want but I see through it. maybe readers will coddle you but I know. I know.

[handsome-enemy-you-despise]

saw this mod that changes Gortash’s appearance and damn just say you don’t like people in their early 40s and move on

you just can’t tell me these two are the same person

[mandiemegatron]

weird that you're fat and love Shachi even though he canonically doesn't like fat women? As a fellow fatty, that couldn't be me.😐

LMFAAOOO WHAT ?!

Are you actually fucking delusional?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

IN WHAT WORLD DOES MY MAN NOT LOVE FAT WOMEN ?! WHAT ?! LMFAAOOOOOO I CANNOT HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

You say canonically, I just used the beauty that is FIREFOX, you dumb, balding, wack ass, raggedy ass BITCH, and NO WHERE does it say that my mans hates fat women.

ACTUALLY, IT SAYS, PLAIN AS DAY, "SHACHI LIKES WOMEN."

Period.

Go be miserable somewhere else. Also, you send this TWICE, so.... blocked! 💖🤭

[tenok]

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[backtochicago]

@DreamFanart @DreamFanart 2nd admin @DREAM it's time for unfollowing all of ex-fanartist who turning into drantis next please please please

[dennisboobs]

not gonna say i told you so about my anti-jealous-dennis takes but. seeing him teaching mac and dee how to DENNIS men is SO much fucking better than any jealous den arc could ever be and i'm living for it. i hope we get the queerest dennis episode since 1x01. manifesting.

[bluefuecoco]

ALSO. QUESTION about bg3.

ok two questions i guess. Ok actually, ignore my first question, here's my question

why doesn't the vulva b option have more bush.

[todayis-snowy]

Knife cat Cyclonis pls

What are you gonna do Sky Knight? Gonna stab me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me in one strike.