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bi-writes · 2 days
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can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)
greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."
you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.
you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.
you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."
you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.
he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.
he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.
he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.
ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.
yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.
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eddiesangels · 22 hours
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dans so pretty. he knows it but need him to know more cause he’s so pretty
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bruciemilf · 2 months
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I can’t explain, it but Thomas Wayne should be a cigarette mom
God help you if you cross this man at 4 in the morning at a Krispy Donut parking lot cause his cat of a child chased a rat. Voice sounding like a broken car motor, but like. Sexy. “The hell are you lookin’ at?! God damn it— BRUCE. Take that outta your mouth.”
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rooolt · 2 months
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btw I’m being so normal about the fact that the only time riz incurred stress this episode was on behalf of his friend. I’m being so regular
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khayalli · 5 months
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It started off as a "haha what if rise!donnie was wearing bayverse's outfit and then i got possessed
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maybe a bit of a weird thing to post during alectopause but honestly I'm a little excited about the fandom after the series is finished for good. Maybe it's just because of how I engage with most fandoms on this site but there's something to be said about a ""dead"" fandom, yknow?
Being able to discuss a story in its entirety, critical analysis (and loving a story despite whatever flaws you find in it), tamsyn writing a different book and the more personal interactions within a fandom past its peak are some of my favourite things about getting into fandoms on this website, it's great!
But hey, maybe I'm just a weirdo that's a bit too much into a dead body
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bluedeedeedoop · 4 months
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Here’s your food, my children. (i love these two sm)
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ameamedraws · 8 months
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I’m kind of obsessed with the casual intimacy of wearing each other’s clothes
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yandere-daydreams · 4 months
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momentarily breaking my silence to wonder aloud if it would be out of character for gojo to say something as stupid as 'if i was your husband i'd be too busy fucking you to die'. i personally would not put it above him but i also think he'd feel a little bad if it made you cry. just a little.
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i-am-a-fan · 6 months
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So one head-canon turned into another and then another and then another an-
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ryderdire · 2 years
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Arthur Bennet would absolutely put Emizel in Air Jail if he got too annoying
Just hold him up to keep him out of problems
Arthur would not know how to deal with children/young adults, so he'd treat them like small animals
Tell me I'm wrong.
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unbidden-yidden · 3 months
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Jewish Song of the Day #26: Lo Yisa Goy
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Okay this one is aimed at kids, but it's so pretty and it doesn't come across as only enjoyable for children in my opinion.
I like this version, because it also includes another Jewish song "don't walk in front of me, I may not follow..." which I enjoy a lot.
Normally I don't translate lyrics, but in honor of the many people who have tried to tell me that "goy" is a slur, I think it warrants a little explanation.
"Goy" in the Tanakh literally just means "nation;" it's usage to refer to a non-Jewish individual person came much later.
The Hebrew words are: "Lo yisa goy el goy cherev lo yil'medu od milchamah"
לֹא יִשָּׂא גוֹי אֶל גוֹי חֶרֶב לֹא יִלְמְדוּ עוֹד מִלְחָמָה.
And these are the words translated (they are from Isaiah 2): "Nation shall not lift sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore."
An important prayer for our time, may it arrive speedily and within our days!
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thequeenofsastiel · 1 month
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atelier-amelia · 9 months
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[DERRINGER MERYL]
I loved the early concept designs for Meryl so I smashed a few of the up heheh
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