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ᢉ𐭩 what’s playing : mosquito by pinkpantheress

a/n: i know this is so short im sorry, i had a busy week and took the weekend to rest. also idk how to put more than 10 images on one post and i can’t use tumblr on my computer🫩 what are we thinking ab making this a series…

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I almost forgot it's Witch Hat Monday!😭 I'm still so busy with the Kickstarter I hope I'll have the energy to watch the new episode today. Here's more fanart of my boy Custas. I have so many ideas for more Coco and Qifrey fanart, I just need to find the time to draw them.

the doctor says she’s fine otherwise though; no concussion, no symptoms apart from her total lack of memories. nothing to do but rest and wait for them to come back, he says, shrugging like the massive dearth of identity - the black hole in her memory spanning from the beginning of her life until precisely twenty minutes ago - is something he can just shrug off.

he takes her home though - Johnny, her husband, handsy enough as he leads her out of the hospital that she has to imagine he’s done this with her before - and drags her to bed the same day, brushes off all of her concerns by reminding her that his hands and lips only feel unfamiliar because she took a tumble and shook her memories loose. they’ll come back to her eventually though, and won’t she feel silly then trying to bat her own husband’s hands off her when he was so worried about her.

(that’s not the truth though, is it? but how is she to know that he just wandered in off the street, a stranger in the right place at the wrong time. was in the hospital for some other reason - couple stitches after he nearly cut open his hand doing a bit of work in the yard - when he spotted her unconscious form as the paramedics wheeled her in on a gurney and just followed them to her room, lying through his teeth the whole while. couldn’t believe his luck when she woke up and couldn’t even recall her own name.)

part 4

find part 3 ,, part 2 ,, part 1

cw: cussing, sick freaky behaviour mentioned, justice is served

a/n: so whos happy now LOLLLLLL

I KNOW maybe some of you want more justice so tulip girl will get her karma,, after this i will make an epilogue for this! stay tunedddd thank you for the support for this <33

part 3 > part 4

find part 2 ,, part 1

cw : cussing, kms joke, yall gonna get so mad at me and tulip girl LOL

a/n: i cant believe yall actually cheeseballed LMFAOOO i kept giggling... also sorry this came late, i decided to play roblox for hours.. then napped then roblox again.. now finally posting.. so now for part 4 say chicken jockey LMFOOAAOOA #menacetosociety

part 2 of the insta notes with sukuna !! > part 3

find part 1 here ,,

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a/n: i actly wasnt planning on making a part 2 LOL but now who wants part 3 say Cheeseball

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after all, he keeps staring at you with his arms crossed over his chest, not reacting to anything you say or do with anything other than a dead-eyed stare. he's never said or done anything particularly cruel or anything, so you just resign yourself to giving him a wide berth and leaving him well enough alone when you all get together for group outings. goodness knows that kyle is good enough company that you can easily forget about the giant dude with a chip on his shoulder glaring your direction.

one night on the way home from the pub, simon appears seemingly out of nowhere, taking you by the arm and telling you that he's walking you home. it's not a request, and it isn't said like it's a favor, but you're too startled by him actually talking to you to really put up any fuss. he doesn't say anything else until he herds you through your flat's door, sliding the backpack you hadn't noticed him wearing onto the floor as he orders you to drink a glass of water.

"thanks for, uh, looking out for me." you tell him after gulping down the last of your water, setting your cup on the counter before rejoining him in the living room, careful to give him his space. "not gonna lie, i'm kind of surprised you walked me home. i, uh, i definitely thought you didn't like me."

"what." it's less a question and more a flat statement of surprise.

"i mean, you just, uh. glare at me. all the time. and you don't talk to me. so." embarrassment swells up suddenly like a sneaker wave, flooding your face with heat. shit, fuck, you're talking too much again. fucking vodka crans. simon crosses his arms over his chest and stares at you over his mask, and you can't help but point at him.

"see! yeah, just like that! all the time!" you exclaim, and it's sort of satisfying to see normally stoic simon's eyebrows rocket upwards in obvious confusion.

"s'just my face, love. that's just what i look like."

"yeah, well, your resting face still says 'you're annoying, go away'." you point out, and you watch simon's face do something too complicated for your vodka-addled mind to fully comprehend.

"you've been givin' me a wide berth because you think i find you annoyin'." he says slowly, trying to piece together what you're saying.

"yeah, i mean. you wouldn't be the first person to think so." the words slide out before you can even process them, and it's like a verbal punch to your own gut. how humiliating.

"no."

you blink and furrow your brows.

"no?"

"no." he says simply, taking slow strides as he closes the gap between you. "never found you annoyin'. i was mostly just pissed you kept avoidin' me."

"pissed?" you ask, voice smaller as he steps right into your space, backing you up against the wall.

"mhm. 'til now i thought you were either uptight or a bloody tease, waggin' that big fat arse at me but never lettin' me near. s'pose we were both readin' each other wrong, eh? turns out you're just a good girl, aren't you? tryin' t'be sweet and givin' me some space- but i never wanted space from you, sweet'eart. not ever." slowly, he pulls his mask off, tips of his ears bending as the loops catch before he throws it to the ground. his broken, scarred nosed bumps against yours as he stares deep into your eyes.

"looks like we've both been real bloody stupid, eh? circlin' around each other when we could've been 'avin' fun this whole time." he breathes against your lips before going in for a kiss, big hands clamped onto your arms as if he's afraid you'll run away.

something lights up in your brain, an alarm, some sort of warning system going off- but through the haze of liquor and a big, broad shouldered man pinning you to the wall with a kiss, it's drowned out enitrely, alert entirely unheeded.

it's not the best kiss you've ever had, but it's certainly the most passionate. seems he's letting out months and months of pent-up frustration and want, judging by the way he's all over you, leaving you breathless as he sucks and nips at your lips, licking into your mouth like he's trying to find a way to devour you from the inside out.

it feels the same when he finally steers you towards bed, stripping you down and laying you out, muttering things you don't understand, like how you're too good for your own good, how close he was to doin' somethin' about it, how he's got plans for you, nice ones, sweet things for the best girl.

his mouth and hands are everywhere, making your head feel far more swimmy than any liquor ever could. when he eats you out he's like a man starved, groaning directly into your cunt as he sloppily makes out with it. he's not satisfied until you cum on his tongue twice, and wastes no time pressing a wet, messy kiss to your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips.

"t'think, we've been dancin' 'round each other this whole bloody time, when you could've been right 'ere, right where you belong." he practically growls in your ear as he notches his cock into your cunt. he groans on the entire slow slide in, sighing almost wistfully when he bottoms out.

"like 'ow easy you are f'me, pet. thought you were gonna make it so much 'arder- not that i'm complainin', mind. got a lot of lost time t'make up for, yeah?" he kisses your neck, sucking at the skin. "no more leavin' the room when i walk in. no more sittin' farthest away when we oll go out. from now on, it's me by your side. olways."

he spends the entire rest of the night wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, refusing to call it quits until you threaten to pass out on him. when he's finally done, leaving you sweaty and exhausted in your bed, he'll take a minute to hide his backpack so you don't find it before he leaves. it would be such a shame if you were to ruin everything by getting curious and looking inside.

you're knocked up by price but simon finds you?

simon's had a thing for you for a while. of course, he does nothing about it. he leaves the room for a ciggy break whenever you enter it.

but then you get pregnant with price's kid. price who is married. price who you're trying so hard not to be in love with.

he doesn't think too highly of you after that. you're fucking a married man, pregnant with his kid. it's kind of disgusting, don't you think?

but you're crying and simon can't stay away from you. he can't help but comfort you, offer you a shoulder to cry on. he's sat beside you, stiff as while you cry on his shoulder. he doesn't pick up on much of what you're saying between your cries.

but you didn't know price was married, that much was clear.

"you could get rid of it," simon suggests.

you're no longer crying when you smack his shoulder. "funny," you say, deadpan. "we have a fucked up job, ghost. this might be my only chance to have a baby."

everything is still around him. "simon," he says to you. "call me simon." you might as well, he realises. your kids are gonna be calling him dad, after all.

(yeah, he hasn't made a move yet. but he will. now he knows your sleeping with price was just that, now he knows you didn't know price was married, he realises it's time to make his move.

He tells you as much when you comment about starting a diet, brow furrowed under the mask "yer a civilian, love. No reason to torture yerself."

You try to explain that it's for your looks, that you noticed how your upper arms sag and your gut is always sticking out over jeans when you sit. To which ghost grunts "...jerk off to the thought o' you and yer body everyday. If it helps."

Which...he does, actually. Ghost isn't dressing up his words to make you feel nice, he simply can't get enough of your plush body. Practically begs you for photos all the time, not just nudes but silly ones of your outfits or selfies on a day out. He's so horribly in love he jerks off to the half–asleep barely illuminated selfies you take when you wake up in the middle of the night.

Had you better stamina, you're sure your boyfriend would keep you bent over near constantly if the mess between your thighs from his midnight desire is anything to go by.

Any thoughts of cutting calories or opting for a salad are always dashed when ghosts groggy "mornin' lovie...." is accompanied by two large hands kneading the fat of your chest and sides.

Ghost loves his fat partner, and he makes sure you know it.

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or: simon fucks the brat out of you.

cw: 2.1k words (omfg), mdni 18+, smut with tiny plot, harddom!simon, dub-con, brat taming, edging, dacryphilia, p in v, vibrator, spanking, daddy kink, ddlg dynamics, (lite) degradation, dumbification, squirting, pet names

a/n: I didn’t have a title for this, my bad. There was a chunk of words missing double my bad.

Simon doesn’t do brats.

Plain and simple.

Truthfully there was only enough room for one brat— him. He knew but he was kinda shitty, lovingly shitty (only to you, everyone else didn’t get it) and Fish on Simons good days (the dog that he swore was yours and yours alone because he truly was an annoying little shit).

Simon didn’t have the temper for them.

The blonde didn’t know where the little attitude came from, your period was weeks off, and the man himself (who admittedly had a track list of making you cry ((in the past-ish)) hadn’t done it this time.

But Jesus, you’d spent so long cursing up a storm at him, rolling your eyes and doing the exact opposite of he told you to do— looking back, he let you. He’d let you huff and puff like you’d blow that brick house down, you of all people, his precious Princess, would never get the reaction you wanted out of him.

It’d go on and on, and on till you’d finally notice the silence radiating off of the blonde and the large mahogany front door of the house locks with a ‘click.’

There’s a bone chilling, ‘snap’ as you two stood in the foyer, Ghost pointed his large index finger towards the couch, “Sit.”

it was stupid. a petty argument that sparked during the ride from uni to his place. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who comes pick you up when classes are over, but that’s a story for another day.

actually, you don’t even remember what started it. perhaps a hairtie in his glove box that definitely wasn’t your but touya claimed it was. perhaps it was the music that was too loud. perhaps you just wanted to fuck, not to hear him run his mouth about whatever the fuck he had going on. a fuck-buddy shouldn’t be the kind of guy who rants to you about his daddy issues.

and that’s exactly why touya wasn’t your boyfriend— zero communication skills, and you certainly weren’t his therapist. so the argument escalated, spitting venom at each other outside of the car, in the elevator, and all the way down the hall to his apartment. when he closed the door, you snapped.

slap!

the smack of your palm against his cheek wasn’t loud, but the heavy silence that fell in the room after surely was. you couldn’t read his face, icy blue eyes staring at you wide open but you had no idea what emotion he was trying to convey. surprise? shock? anger? betrayal?

the answer was: none of the above. you stood still for a moment, also processing what you had just done. then you made the fatal mistake to look down.

“you have to be fucking kidding me,” you scoffed in disbelief. “that got you hard?”

his adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp, gaze flicking to your hand then back up to your face.

“can you do that again?”

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