#sonneting

[moethh]

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[musouie]

sending simon a “care package” while he’s on deployment, but in lieu of non-perishable food and toiletries, you send him erotic photos and his favourite pair of your lace knickers.

he thanks you the following afternoon with a string of blurry videos of him jerking off in his bunk, muffled moans escaping clamped lips and a massive, veiny hand pumping his flushed cock.

when he comes, his meaty thighs tremble, as does the camera. you don’t see much, save for the splatter of white against his skin as he groans and sighs — a bestial thing ripped from his throat — and your knickers wrapped around him.

and when he returns from deployment, with pallor skin and sunken eyes, he leaves no room for you to question what could be wrong — because the second he enters your home, he’s forcing you against the wall and fucking your starved cunt for as long as he can manage, making up for all those precious months lost :(

masterlist <3 . . . newest feral!simon

[gossamyrrh]

gentle somno, cnc, creampie ... ୨ৎ afab!reader

✦ thinking about suguru coming home late one night, ridiculously hammered from a work event with his head pounding, only to find you, his sweet wife, sleeping on the sofa, your shorts riding up your plush thighs—rosy lips parted just slightly.

his first thought is that you probably dozed off waiting up for him. closed your eyes for a second before your exhaustion overtook you, as it has so many times before. the notion brings a clumsy smile to his face, and before he knows it, he’s drunkenly giggling to himself. thinks, fuck, i'm so lucky.

his second thought, however, is.... far less pure. hits him suddenly as he nears you, gets a glimpse of your skin up close, smells that familiar, signature, honeyed sweetness of your body wash that he just fucking adores.

and without warning, his cock is rising in his trousers, throbbing with a raw need, and he’s on you in a second.

belt buckle undone, trousers unzipped, he’s pulling out his stiff cock and swaying over you as he struggles to tug your bottoms off in his drunken stupor. it takes him a couple tries—a few, really—but eventually he gets it, shoves it down your legs until it tangles at your ankles, a groan caught in his throat upon discovering only your glistening, bare cunt.

no panties?, he thinks. were you trying to surprise him with a little gift for when he came home? is....this the gift? your cunt?

he doesn’t dwell on the question for long.

he gives himself a few experimental tugs before he’s gently sliding inside of you with an ease that makes him suspect you prepped yourself beforehand. the thought makes him release a pathetic, gasping moan.

i'm so fucking lucky, he thinks again. because how many other men have a partner who is willing to offer themselves on a silver platter just to please them? how many others have that synergy? that trust? that devotion?

suguru rocks into you with sloppy thrusts, nearly melts at the sensation of your soft, velvety cunt, nearly cums, too, but he holds it down. grabs your hips to angle you just right, fingernails biting into your soft skin, and (he blames this on the alchohol. the lack of restraint) starts whining as your tight cunt starts clenching down around him. squeezes him in such a delightful way he fears all the veins in his head might pop!

“f-fuck, that’s s’good.” he whispers, grunting softly, eyes screwed shut with an unfathomable amount of pleasure.

he doesn’t know what—maybe it’s the thrill of it all, of the taking. it’s taboo nature. the stigma that surrounds it—but after a few more thrusts and groans, he’s shuddering as he cums in your poor, little abused cunt, filling you to the brim and covering the skin at the crux of your thighs with his hot, white seed.

he leaves it there—leaves you full—doesn’t bother cleaning up.

that’s his little ‘thank you’ gift for you to wake up to…

[occudo]

Happy @jonsimsandcats day!!

[pangur-and-grim]

[memesonnets]

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.

[chappedlipdirtycontacts]

obsessed with Barn Owl Castiel recently

[dismas-n-dismay]

Business Proposal: You and Ena, in mutual partnership, forever! Do you accept?

[blu-et]

here is a picture of my cats that i am blazing in the hopes that it displaces a marginally more annoying blazed post you could've had instead. enjoy!

[janadefiandfriends]

[startheskelaton]

OKAY!!! Finally got designs for the kids of the main three!!! I literally redesigned Sonnet like… three times

[musouie]

convinced that könig is the epitome of a “malewife”

he’ll get up at the crack of dawn to make you breakfast, something new every day, and give you a sloppy kiss before you’re out the door and off to work.

and while you’re out: he’ll sweep the floors, polish the countertops, even rearrange the pantry if it seems too cluttered and disorganised (by colour on the days that feel long), until he feels you’ll be satisfied.

he then lounges around, switches through television programmes or flips through a book he’s neglected since the day before. but when he grows especially restless, he settles instead for waiting by the door like some needy house-pet (which is fitting, isn’t it?)

and in the evening, if you return noticeably stressed, he’ll help you shed your coat, usher you to the sofa with a massive hand on your back, and listen attentively as you confide all your worries to him as he massages the supple flesh of your inner thigh.

and if that doesn’t work — if that stubborn crease between your brow has yet to ease — he’ll bury his head between your legs and eat you out so tenderly until you forget why you were tense in the first place.

he’ll lick eager stripes against your cunt, suckle on your clit, and lap up all the slick that drips from your hole and smears over his chin. he’ll do it all, until his jaw aches and his tongue is numb and his lips are swollen, and you’re a whimpering mess, fingers knotted in his hair and thighs trembling as they cage his head.

and when you’re done, and you’ve ridden out the last of your orgasm, he’ll swallow the cum in his mouth, wipe his lips, and smile as he asks you, “is that better, liebling?”

(he’ll ignore your whines and acknowledgements of his arousal-stained trousers, insisting that he derives pleasure from your satedness)

masterlist <3

[gossamyrrh]

noncon penetration ୨ৎ afab!reader

✦ you have a pregnancy scare with suguru once, and now if he doesn’t have a condom you won’t even let him inside :(

he’ll beg and grovel, whine with a whirlwind of ‘please baby’ and ‘i swear i’ll be careful this time,’ but you just can’t afford to risk it. not again.

but you’re just…too kind. (or perhaps foolish.) that’s exactly why i love you, he whispers, when you tell him he can do anything as long as he doesn’t penetrate.

and he takes your mercy by his teeth. ravenous, greedy—as he rubs his cock against your sopping folds, teases your little hole but never goes too far. pulls back just in time to make a mess on your thighs or stomach. sometimes finishing in your mouth if you’re willing.

but don’t hold it against him when he “accidentally” slips inside you. (which he will, of course.) and don’t get mad when he starts pushing into you, ignoring your hands pushing at his chest, your pleas for him to pull out. he wants to stop, he does. but it feels so good—you feel so good, and you’re taking him so well despite your protests. and please, please don’t get mad when he cums inside, poor baby can’t help it :,( … not even if he wanted to.

[princepestilence]

One of the more exasperating things about living a life on this planet has to be how doomed we are just to fall into the same pit one after another for infinite generations, even if you know the pit is coming up. It's a completely unavoidable event. Because you start out young and clever and there's all these well-meaning older people who will try to give you advice about the big picture things of being human

--and it's always some stupid trite bullshit. Despicable platitudes. If it was that easy, the world would be a different place, so you decide when you're old, you're going to say actual real meaningful things when you give advice and not just watery sop like this.

Then you get older and real experiences happen to you along the way, and you realise that's it. There isn't anything else to say. That's the absolute best advice we've got for saying the enormity of what you're feeling in these moments, stress-tested over a hundred thousand years of going through it. And it still sounds like sop, except you hear through that now to the truth inside.

And despite all this and how badly you want to warn them, no young people will ever be able to understand how genuinely and sincerely you mean it when you try to share this truth, and will only hear the platitudes and stupid trite bullshit. They won't really understand you, even if they want to believe you, because they can't. Not really. And you can't save them from going in the pit. They have to go in the pit. It's the only way.

You can even tell them that they will have to go in the pit before things begin to make a kind of sense, and sometimes they get a little mad at you because they already know everything and the pit sounds stupid. And it is. And they're still going to go in it. It will teach them and change them and then it will be their turn to be disbelieved by annoyed young people who they can't save from the future.

Sorry and good luck, I guess.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

sonnets from the portuguese (1898) - elizabeth barrett browning

“oh yes! tooth!”

[pangur-and-grim]

I'm the opposite of a free-verse person. I love finding formats so complex that their instructions look like summoning circles. it is FUN!! I am PLAYING!!