#wet beast sunday

[wyrm-arts]

He is literally such a Sneal

[yumkatcakes]

mr. thursday

Thursday, 23.6.2024, Berlin, DE

[nerosdayinanime]

beautiful that we get a nice wet beast wednesday to start off mermay, no?

gay little fish but i made him look like a blue sea dragon

[shae-la-hyene]

First month of my tumblr themed bullet journal !

El muchacho monday

Tuesday again ? No problem

Wet beast wednesday

Out of touch thursday

Fat fuck friday

Caturday

Fingers in his ass sunday

[truegoist]

Wet beast

[captainbogwitch]

Excerpt: The Hands That Wield the Sword

“Well! I’m positive that if Kodah were awake, she’d be able to figure out a way to squeeze him in amongst the others, but I’ll see what I can do.” He winks at the Hylian and Link can’t help but smile—the Zora were a good-natured people; he finds himself warming up to them quickly.

“Come now, traveler, follow me and I’ll get you room so you can take off those wet clothes and sit by a proper fire—a room is 40 rupees, but we’ll worry about that in the morning—I’ll bring you a plate after you get situated—I insist! I’m sure you’re starving after coming up all this way—Dunma, take balutan to your dad, it’ll save me a trip up to the bridge since you’re heading back there anyway.”

He walks away quickly before Link has a chance to interject at all, and before he knows it, Kayden has given him a key and he’s peeled off his wet clothes and hung them up and he’s sitting before the fire Kayden built wrapped in the blanket he pulled down from the bed, breathing in the smell of the smoke, the crackle of wood, reveling in the heat and warmth of the flame waiting for Kayden to return with whatever he’d made. But by the time the innkeeper knocks on the door a few minutes later Link cannot answer—curled up on the floor too warm and dry to wake.

[the-uber-goober]

you can tell which ones I gave up on

also I used the funny water filter

[emberphoenix-san]

Why is it always “why are you soaking wet?!” and never “how was the late-april pond swim the late-april pond swim looked fun”

[beardedmrbean]

Noel and Lynn at the Copenhagen Zoo being silly silly bears

naturee

[kharjo-san]

I will never feel ashamed for liking Out of Touch Thursday, or Fingers in His Ass Sunday, or Wet Beast Wednesday or Chikorita Chuesday or ANYTHING because they just give me a reason to feel hyped about whatever day it is. No matter how mundane. Time marches on in what seems like an infinite loop and sometimes I just want to feel something

[graveyardrabbit]

not dressed for the weather today

[the-lady-general]

[kyletogaz]

thinking about your “wi-fi technician” simon riley, who was only supposed to be installing the wi-fi in your new apartment, but somehow he ends up doing more than that :(

you’re not even sure how things ended up like this in the first place.

all you did was offer this man something to drink, but he decided he’d rather eat your pussy from the back instead. simon had you bent over your kitchen table while he sat in a chair behind you with his tongue buried in your drooling hole. he kept you pinned down on the table until he had your legs shaking.

and when you asked simon to take a look at a loose wire in your bedroom, you didn’t expect to end up in bed with your pussy stuffed full of his fat cock.

“please,” you whine, not even sure what it is that you’re asking for. for him to release you? or for him to make you cum again.

“please what, baby?” simon groans at the sight of his glistening cock pistoning in and out of your pussy while he has your asscheeks spread apart.

you let out a choked noise when simon pulls back to spit on your puckered hole, your body jerking slightly when you feel his thumb slip in. he pauses momentarily to run a soothing hand down the length of your back. he only starts thrusting again when you go limp, chuckling at the wail you let out when he pulls out, then slams back into your sopping wet pussy, almost knocking you off your knees.

“simon!” your fingers grip the sheets for dear life. simon’s cock is hitting your g-spot repeatedly and it’s starting to become too much.

“thas’ right, baby. say my name, wanna hear you fuckin’ screaming it,” he snarls, sounding like a goddamn beast, before tightening his grip on your hips and tugging you back and forth on his cock.

all you can do is moan and wail into the sheets while you let your wi-fi technician fuck you six ways to sunday, as you listen to him mutter about how your pussy was made for him and him alone. you swear you hear him say that he’ll kill the next man who touches you. you’re not given much time to think about it, because simon wants you on your back.

“need to see that pretty face of yours when i make you cum on my cock again,” he croons with a roll of his hips, laughing at the way you toss your head to the side at his words. “don’t be embarrassed, sweet thing.”

“i’m not,” you hiss at him, before moaning and arching up off the bed when his thick fingers start toying with your puffy clit.

simon is so determined to rub your clit raw, you have to grab his wrist and tell him to slow down.

“move your hand,” he barks, before shaking your hand off his wrist himself, and going back to rubbing your sensitive bud.

you’re writhing and clawing at the sheets when you cum with a choked cry, your pussy fluttering while simon continues to drive his cock in and out of you. you notice he’s close when his thrusts are becoming sloppy and frantic.

“gonna make a mess of this pussy,” simon promises, before his hips start to stutter and he’s flooding your walls with thick ropes of cum with a look of pure bliss on his face.

and simon doesn’t stop cumming either. it’s never ending. you can feel it leaking out of you while his cock continues to pulse inside your spongy walls.

when he’s collected himself, simon rolls off of you and redresses, not even bothering to accept your offer for a shower before he leaves. he does not care that his cock is still slick with cum and pussy juice. for a brief moment, he thinks about making you get on your knees to clean his cock off with your mouth, but he relents.

you simply shrug and walk him to the door. and before he leaves, simon slaps you on your ass and shoves his tongue in your mouth. you have to fight a whimper, when he pulls away and tells you that he’ll be seeing you soon.

a little while after simon is gone, there’s a knock at your door. when you go to answer it, it’s a man telling you that he’s there to set up your wi-fi. you sputter a little bit, before telling him that your wi-fi technician had already came by. the man simply looks at you like you’re crazy, before he pulls out his phone and shows you the appointment confirmation, time, and his name. you don’t see simon’s name anywhere in the details he’s presented to you.

you stare at him for a moment, suddenly feeling faint, before you blurt out the only words that come to mind.

“what the fuck!?”

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a/n: simon lives down the hall from you. when he saw you, he knew he had to have you one way or another. i’m not saying he broke into your house one day and installed mics to hear your conversations, but how else could he have known about the wi-fi :)

masterlist

[stardustspeedwayzoneact2]

as a poc(person of california) summer can suck me(disrespectfully)

[rebrandedbard]

three weeks and no calls / texts from a band